Kink Me! #18

[merlinkinkmeme]

Kink Me! #18
Closed to new prompts - go to the newest meme!Welcome to Kink Me! Merlin #18!
First, read the rules before you post anything. We freeze or screen anything that breaks the rules! Got a question? Ask the mods!

So you want to post a prompt or fill?
Your attention to detail helps make our archiving possible, and also tells us you've read the

Comments

Drugstore Flowers (4/9?)

[anonymous]

The next week, Gwen is miserably sick, so Merlin goes to Medieval History alone, exhausted from taking on an extra shift at work and from the sheer amount of school work he has ahead of him over the next few weeks. It was not his smartest idea to take an extra class, but he’s too interested in all of them to quit any of them now.

“You look awful,” the Blond Dick pronounces when Merlin collapses into his seat and prepares to take notes, hoping that they’ll be legible when he hands them off to Gwen. “And where’s Guinevere?”

“She’s sick. And I’m tired and don’t want to deal with you right now.”

“Tired?” The Blond Dick leers at him, and Merlin resists the urge to turn on his mp3 player in the middle of the conversation. “What, big night last night?”

“Lots of work, is all.” Merlin makes a show of rummaging in his bag for a writing utensil, hoping it will end the conversation, but a minute later there’s a tap on his shoulder, and he sits back up. “What?”

“Just wanted to know if I could borrow a pencil, is all. My pen seems to be out of ink.”

Merlin passes him a pencil without comment, and ignores him even when there’s a disbelieving snort at the pencil, which is printed with unicorns. Will gave it to him, but he is not about to explain that.

When the class ends, the Blond Dick leaves without returning his pencil.

“You really ought to stop calling him that,” Gwen admonishes, voice thick from her cold, when he calls her after a day of lectures and another shift at work, climbing the stairs to his flat. “I know he can be a bit of an arse, but he’s not that bad.”

“I found a dozen bits of paper in my hair after class,” responds Merlin. “That’s a new record. Oh, there’s another one!” he adds, since he’s in front of his flat and there’s an envelope with a red tulip attached to it. He picks it up and brings it inside while Gwen pesters him for details. His name and a scrap of poetry are written across the front in the same handwriting. “But in my arms till break of day/ Let the living creature lie,/ Mortal, guilty, but to me/ The entirely beautiful,” he reads when Gwen keeps pestering him. “Auden, it says.” Gwen sighs. “And the flower’s a tulip this time.”

“What’s inside the envelope?”

Merlin obediently opens it, only to find a voucher for a night in a suite at the Castle Hotel, definitely the nicest in town, along with a certificate for a massage at their spa. “That’s so romantic!” Gwen says, and he can almost see her clasp her hands to her chest. “Do you think he’ll meet you there?”

“It’s not for any particular night,” he says, shaking his head. “So he wouldn’t know. I think I might use it this weekend. Excuse for a good night’s sleep, yeah?”

He and Gwen talk about who his admirer might be for twenty minutes before she has a coughing fit and he makes her go take a nap. Once he’s hung up, he checks to make sure nobody’s around before trying a tracking spell on all his gifts. It doesn’t turn anything up, but then again, he’s always been rubbish at tracking spells.
*