Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme

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MERLIN KINK MEME

Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)

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[anonymous]

"Bedrest," said Gaius, and it had sounded more like a sentence than a recommendation. "We can only hope that the wound will heal soon and, with it, young Arthur's mind."

But his eyes were sad - like maybe he was thinking, fat chance - and Merlin had already started formulating excuses to visit the Crown Prince's bedchamber. Within a week of that first diagnosis (Arthur, blinking slowly, looking with no recognition at a man he had known all his life), Merlin had already told him sixteen stories and tried eight different spells to restore Arthur's memory; all to no avail.

During the sixth tale of derring-do, Arthur had begun to look exhausted with the effort of trying fix a problem he barely even understood. "Why," he'd said, voice muffled by the hands covering his face, "Is it so important to everyone that I remember?"

"Because you're the Prince," said Merlin, tapping his hands against the bedspread. "And you're important. You've been training and working your whole life to be what you are, and now you aren't it anymore."

They kept trying.

During the ninth story, Merlin realised midway through that he'd started referring to Arthur in the third person, instead of beginning all his sentences with 'and that's when you...', and it felt like giving up.

"Arthur doesn't sound all that great, really," said Arthur, blissfully unaware of how strange a sight it was. "He actually sounds like kind of a prat."

And Merlin laughed in a way that sounded less like a laugh than a cry for help, and said, "It's kind of hard to explain why, but he isn't, not all the time. I mean, he mostly isn't. Not anymore."

"I'm still not really sure why everyone wants him back so badly."

"I want Arthur back because I miss him very much," said Merlin, knowing, as soon as he said it, that it was true. "And you aren't him."

Arthur's memory had been gone almost a fortnight when Merlin decided that there was only one thing for it; attempting this with an Arthur who could no longer remember him could well lead to a thoroughly awkward situation (awkward perhaps to the point of execution), but he was desperate, and, either way, it didn't seem to matter much anymore. It was the middle of the night, and he hadn't bothered to light the lamps. Moonlight fell across the rug beneath the window.

"Arthur," he murmured, running his fingertips down Arthur's cheek to wake him up. "Arthur, it's me."

If he couldn't restore Arthur's memory with just words, Merlin had one single last idea. He kissed Arthur on the mouth, quite gently, and Arthur, half asleep, responded with quiet insistence. Moving from the edge of the bed to straddle him, Merlin trailed kisses across Arthur's jaw like secrets, hands up and under his clothing, his heart huge and painful in his chest because, yes, it was Arthur, but it also wasn't, really, which hurt.

Merlin held onto Arthur's wrists, feeling the pulse point there. It could have been worse, he thought. That head wound could so easily have meant death.

Suddenly, with a flick of his hips, Arthur flipped them over; he was on top of Merlin, panting and staring down at him in the dark, wild-eyed. Merlin touched Arthur's face, with a tenderness that surprised even himself.

Then, Arthur darted forward, quickly, to nip the space between Merlin's neck and shoulder, just above his collarbone - the one place he had found, after so many months of careful investigation, which never failed to produce a reaction. Merlin gasped, fighting the urge to say, do you remember? How else could you know? He was too frightened of what the answer would be to actually ask the question.

He lifted Arthur's nightshirt up and off his head, after some struggle, and then they were both kind of laughing into each other's mouths, and - for the first time in what felt like a lifetime - when Merlin sighed Arthur's name into the stillness of the room, Arthur said, "Yes."

[anonymous]

Wow this was great (I'm the OP). Really liked the emotional undercurrent to it. Merlin's desperation was lovely and it was quite sad when he was telling Arthur stories about himself and Arthur couldn't understand why people wanted him back so badly. So lovely job :D

[beizanten]

so cute!

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