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Not for the first time this evening, Arthur found himself muttering "this is a bad idea." It had started off innocently enough. He had chanced upon Morgana and Merlin laughing their heads off at something that was on Merlin's laptop screen; they'd pause every now and then to look up at him and then it would be back to laughing. They had gotten so loud that Arthur, who usually ignored everything his sister and best friend did, gave in to his curiosity and walked over to the couple to see just what was so funny.
"F-f-fanfiction," Morgana đã đưa ý kiến between gasps and chortles. She had teared up from laughing so hard and was wiping her eyes. "What?" Arthur was confused. Fan-what? Merlin took a deep breath and explained it to him. "Fanfiction," he said. "Your những người hâm mộ have gotten creative and are nghề viết văn stories about you."
Arthur frowned a bit. "Stories?" He asked Morgana and Merlin who have dissolved into giggles once again. Merlin pushed his laptop toward Arthur, apparently too overcome with laughter to make any thêm coherent conversation. He took the computer and read the first few paragraphs of a story that had him as a character involved with a leggy blonde named Vivian. It wasn't long before he felt his ears burn with embarrassment. He was bởi no means a prude, but this...creativity was a bit too much.
"Are bạn shy, baby brother?" Morgana's teasing voice broke through his thoughts. "Don't bạn enjoy seeing the effects of your sex appeal?" She and Merlin looked at each other and began laughing again.
"Haha. Very funny," he stood up and made to walk away from the hysterical pair. "Yeah! It is!" they both called after him. "Don't deny that bạn enjoyed it!" Morgana sing-songed.
Arthur led a very regimented life. His father had finally begun to take his taking the reins of Pendragon Investments seriously. No longer did Uther breathe down Arthur's neck as he went over every decision with a fine-toothed comb. While he had been groomed from the căn nguyên, cái nôi to one ngày take over his father's vast financial empire, Arthur could never shake the notion that he will never live up to Uther Pendragon's business reputation.
But Arthur had to admit that his father's fears weren't exactly unwarranted. He went through a scandalous stage where he primed himself as tabloid fodder. Models, benders, public displays of raucousness-he'd done it all and the press had documented every embarrassing moment. But he'd wised up after a particularly bad night out where he landed on the wrong side of the law and his father had refused to bail him out of jail. A couple of hundred hours of community service had humbled him and he'd tried to keep on the straight and narrow ever since.
But that didn't mean that he had completely abandoned his thêm rebellious side. Arthur was not the type to ever want for female company; he could-quite literally-send a message to any of the names in his phone's contact danh sách and they would be at his doorstep faster than a thực phẩm delivery service. He was perfectly aware of what doors his name, money, and good looks opened. So what was he doing at home, at nine in the evening, on a Friday night? Going through pages of fanfiction to see what people had written about him. Good Lord.
He looked at the number of pages dedicated to Arthur Pendragon fiction and goggled at the results. "Surely not," he muttered to himself. "This cannot be real." He read each summary as it appeared on his laptop screen. Variations of him being a spoiled brat with a tim, trái tim of gold, along with stories of him being paired (shipped?) with various actresses, models, and fictional characters. He had to sit back at that. Fictional characters? Really? He went through another few pages of story synopses when his eye was caught bởi one story. "Legends," he read the tiêu đề out loud. "Who wrote you, Legends?" He read thêm and saw that it was someone who called herself LadyInLavender. The summary đã đưa ý kiến that it was about two people separated bởi time but whose souls managed to find each other through the ages. "'Swords, magic, dragons, oh my!'" Arthur had to laugh at the summary but felt Phép thuật bởi it at the same time. Against his better judgement, he clicked on the link to the story and settled back to read. "Amuse me, LadyInLavender," Arthur đã đưa ý kiến aloud as the first page of the story loaded.
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Not for the first time this evening, Arthur found himself muttering "this is a bad idea." It had started off innocently enough. He had chanced upon Morgana and Merlin laughing their heads off at something that was on Merlin's laptop screen; they'd pause every now and then to look up at him and then it would be back to laughing. They had gotten so loud that Arthur, who usually ignored everything his sister and best friend did, gave in to his curiosity and walked over to the couple to see just what was so funny.
"F-f-fanfiction," Morgana đã đưa ý kiến between gasps and chortles. She had teared up from laughing so hard and was wiping her eyes. "What?" Arthur was confused. Fan-what? Merlin took a deep breath and explained it to him. "Fanfiction," he said. "Your những người hâm mộ have gotten creative and are nghề viết văn stories about you."
Arthur frowned a bit. "Stories?" He asked Morgana and Merlin who have dissolved into giggles once again. Merlin pushed his laptop toward Arthur, apparently too overcome with laughter to make any thêm coherent conversation. He took the computer and read the first few paragraphs of a story that had him as a character involved with a leggy blonde named Vivian. It wasn't long before he felt his ears burn with embarrassment. He was bởi no means a prude, but this...creativity was a bit too much.
"Are bạn shy, baby brother?" Morgana's teasing voice broke through his thoughts. "Don't bạn enjoy seeing the effects of your sex appeal?" She and Merlin looked at each other and began laughing again.
"Haha. Very funny," he stood up and made to walk away from the hysterical pair. "Yeah! It is!" they both called after him. "Don't deny that bạn enjoyed it!" Morgana sing-songed.
Arthur led a very regimented life. His father had finally begun to take his taking the reins of Pendragon Investments seriously. No longer did Uther breathe down Arthur's neck as he went over every decision with a fine-toothed comb. While he had been groomed from the căn nguyên, cái nôi to one ngày take over his father's vast financial empire, Arthur could never shake the notion that he will never live up to Uther Pendragon's business reputation.
But Arthur had to admit that his father's fears weren't exactly unwarranted. He went through a scandalous stage where he primed himself as tabloid fodder. Models, benders, public displays of raucousness-he'd done it all and the press had documented every embarrassing moment. But he'd wised up after a particularly bad night out where he landed on the wrong side of the law and his father had refused to bail him out of jail. A couple of hundred hours of community service had humbled him and he'd tried to keep on the straight and narrow ever since.
But that didn't mean that he had completely abandoned his thêm rebellious side. Arthur was not the type to ever want for female company; he could-quite literally-send a message to any of the names in his phone's contact danh sách and they would be at his doorstep faster than a thực phẩm delivery service. He was perfectly aware of what doors his name, money, and good looks opened. So what was he doing at home, at nine in the evening, on a Friday night? Going through pages of fanfiction to see what people had written about him. Good Lord.
He looked at the number of pages dedicated to Arthur Pendragon fiction and goggled at the results. "Surely not," he muttered to himself. "This cannot be real." He read each summary as it appeared on his laptop screen. Variations of him being a spoiled brat with a tim, trái tim of gold, along with stories of him being paired (shipped?) with various actresses, models, and fictional characters. He had to sit back at that. Fictional characters? Really? He went through another few pages of story synopses when his eye was caught bởi one story. "Legends," he read the tiêu đề out loud. "Who wrote you, Legends?" He read thêm and saw that it was someone who called herself LadyInLavender. The summary đã đưa ý kiến that it was about two people separated bởi time but whose souls managed to find each other through the ages. "'Swords, magic, dragons, oh my!'" Arthur had to laugh at the summary but felt Phép thuật bởi it at the same time. Against his better judgement, he clicked on the link to the story and settled back to read. "Amuse me, LadyInLavender," Arthur đã đưa ý kiến aloud as the first page of the story loaded.
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