A/N: To be honest, when I began posting this story, I was ready to delete it sooner or later. I never expected to receive any reviews. (Insecure author is insecure...) I'm forever grateful for your reviews; I mean, wow, more than a hundred, this is amazing. Same goes for the followers even if you guys were silent, that's amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu!
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It's been five minutes since the doorbell rang when Arthur gathers up the courage to open the door of Morgana's flat. He assumes his sister won't be happy if he keeps her waiting for more since she must already be pissed for leaving her keys on the counter.
He's a bit surprised to discover a package on the doorstep, with a letter taped onto it. He takes it and scans the blank envelop quickly before closing the door behind him. He goes back to the couch and decides to open the package first. He carefully unwraps the box and feels his heart jump painfully in his chest when he discovers a snow globe.
He takes it in his hands to observe it and his eyes water a little when he realizes that a man is trapped inside, his hands glued to the glass of the globe, as if it were desperate to escape.
Arthur stares at it for some minutes before he remembers the letter. He recognizes the handwriting right away.
I didn't really know what to put in this letter so I settled for everything.
First of all: you're a prat and by that I mean the worst prat ever. You're a bit self-centered and completely dumb. Besides, you're clueless when it comes to human feelings (are you a robot?) and even if that's kind of cute, that's also infuriating and I wish I could say I hate you for it, I really do.
But I can't.
You have no idea how many times I tried to reason myself, tried to settle for being your friend, just your friend, because you didn't need someone like me to upset your world, because you were doing just fine before I came crashing in. But I guess you weren't that fine after all. We all have a curse, remember? And I would never have fixed mine if it weren't for you. You cured me and before I could think about it, I was too far gone. Maybe that's why I wasn't patient when you were afraid. Because I was too stupid to admit that I was scared too.
My point is: I was never able to friend-zone you. And it took me a while to realize that this isn't a curse. Loving someone should never be one.
That's why the snow globe lovers need to find each other, they deserve their curse to be broken, don't you think? I'm offering you the half you've been missing, and I know now that you'll take good care of it.
I was stupid, again, and I pray that you'll accept my apologies.
You told me once that everything was going to be fine. And even if I know that sometimes, it feels like it's never going to be fine again, I believe it now. I believe you.
I'm ending this letter now. Before I begin to ramble on and on again. (You love it, admit it.)
Ps: Fancy a coffee?
Arthur's smile could light up the whole town and he doesn't hesitate a minute before he gets up and grabs his stuff before storming out of the apartment.
Arthur feels his heartbeat increases when he spots Merlin on the bench in front of their coffee shop, under the lamppost. The streets are not completely empty yet but Arthur doesn't pay attention to the passersby.
"You came." Merlin tries to hide his smile while Arthur sits next to him.
"Wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Arthur retorts in a perfect echo to their last nocturnal meeting here.
"How did you find the snow globe?"
"Perfect, thank you." Arthur nods. "I never thought about looking for it in London."
"Never thought it'd be under your nose this whole time, huh?"
Arthur loses himself in Merlin's eyes for a minute before he agrees quietly.
"Heard you got rid of your curse?" Merlin asks, seemingly nonchalant.
"I love you." Arthur suddenly blurts out, without looking at him.
For a moment it feels like the pain is going to kill him, but then Merlin's hand take his.
"That's what I was trying to say… On the phone… The other day. That's not much but, yeah, for what it's worth, that's what you mean to me."
"I know." Merlin beams. "It just took me some time to realize it."
"Does it mean you still want me?" Arthur checks.
Merlin smiles a little more before he kisses him fondly.
"Good." Arthur concludes with a grin.
"I guess the snow globe lovers found each other in the end."
"That metaphor is a bit too far-fetched, don't you think?" Arthur grins.
"I love the idea. Let me dream, Prat."
"Ok, ok, Idiot. You must know that I don't have a place where to live anymore. And I don't have a job."
"Yes, I'm pretty much poor now."
"Not funny. I need to get back to the start."
Merlin smiles when Arthur retorts something clever, he has missed their easy banter and Arthur's warm presence. He keeps their hands intertwined and gets up.
"Come." He declares. "You'll stay at my place. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I were to let you in your misery?"
"Boyfriend?" Arthur grins.
"For lack of a better word."
"Your flat is small though."
"My bed is large enough."
"And I need a job." Arthur insists.
"We'll find you one."
"And I can't pay half of your rent; I don't have any money left."
"Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine."
They both can't hide a smile as they walk back to Merlin's flat.
"I believe you." Arthur eventually whispers.
"Of course you do."
"Don't brag about it."
"You're enjoying this."
"Of course I am, I have a job and you don't. You have to admit that life's full of irony."
"Haha, you're so funny, Merlin."
"Stop it. You know I hate it when you say my name like that."
"Like that, Merlin?"
"Are you annoyed yet, Merlin?"
"That's it; you're sleeping on the couch."
As they disappear in the night, their banter never fades; they could go on all night.
They're still a bit dysfunctional, still inhabited by demons of their own… And it's not such a bad thing now that they've found each other. It's an everyday challenge to find the perfect balance between infuriating and fascinating, and that's a bit of a curse, really.
But it's one they're more than happy to share.