Aaah Merlin fic!
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the characters from 'Merlin' are starting to talk in my head, as I've watched about half the series in the past couple days. But I wrote a ficlet! It's just a silly little dialogue, but I'm excited. I haven't written anything in ages. Enjoy!
Merlin tried not to stare as Arthur stripped naked beside the wooden tub that stood freshly filled with hot water.
“All right then, bathe me.”
“What?”
“You’re my manservant, one of your duties is to bathe me.”
“And you just had to pick this decade for it, didn’t you?” Merlin grumbled, picking up a cloth and approaching the tub warily. Arthur got in, and Merlin jumped back as water sloshed over the edges.
“What exactly are you implying about my personal hygiene?”
“Nothing at all. Of course, you are royalty, so you have the luxury of bathing more than once every ten years.”
“Oh just shut up and get on with it, won’t you!”
Merlin knelt down, wet the cloth, raised it to scrub Arthur’s back, then paused.
“I’m sorry sire, don’t you think this is a little bit gay?”
“Merlin you idiot, we live in Middle Ages, the term ‘gay’ won’t be in use for centuries.”
“Right. Don’t you think we could be condemned to death and burn eternally in the flames of hell for the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah?”
“Only if we enjoy it. And I for one certainly won’t.”
“No. Nor will I. Absolutely not.”
“Good. So no worries about being condemned to death, it’s not like you’re a sorcerer or anything!”
Merlin forced a laugh, and set to work.
(And then they had gay sex, the end.)
Merlin tried not to stare as Arthur stripped naked beside the wooden tub that stood freshly filled with hot water.
“All right then, bathe me.”
“What?”
“You’re my manservant, one of your duties is to bathe me.”
“And you just had to pick this decade for it, didn’t you?” Merlin grumbled, picking up a cloth and approaching the tub warily. Arthur got in, and Merlin jumped back as water sloshed over the edges.
“What exactly are you implying about my personal hygiene?”
“Nothing at all. Of course, you are royalty, so you have the luxury of bathing more than once every ten years.”
“Oh just shut up and get on with it, won’t you!”
Merlin knelt down, wet the cloth, raised it to scrub Arthur’s back, then paused.
“I’m sorry sire, don’t you think this is a little bit gay?”
“Merlin you idiot, we live in Middle Ages, the term ‘gay’ won’t be in use for centuries.”
“Right. Don’t you think we could be condemned to death and burn eternally in the flames of hell for the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah?”
“Only if we enjoy it. And I for one certainly won’t.”
“No. Nor will I. Absolutely not.”
“Good. So no worries about being condemned to death, it’s not like you’re a sorcerer or anything!”
Merlin forced a laugh, and set to work.
(And then they had gay sex, the end.)