so, i just started watching MERLIN last week....
So, the other night I woke up with a MERLIN fic fully fleshed out in my mind. Unfortunately, by the time I managed to get my laptop turned on and opened a .txt document, it was fading, and fast.
So I wrote out the very end of it, but now I'm annoyed and frustrated because, except for Arthur finding out about Merlin's powers and cold naked cuddling, I don't remember what happens in the beginning, so I can't write it. Sigh.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Arthur began to strip, dropping his clothes beside Merlin's on the floor, he noticed that rumpled head poking out from the bed covers and glowering weakly.
"You're making a mess," he nagged. Arthur told himself that he didn't find it endearing. Because he didn't. At all.
"Yes, well, when my manservant finally shows up, he can clean it up." Arthur dropped his breaches to the floor and started for bed, noting the slightly confused look on Merlin's face. "I can't imagine where he could be," he added wrly, and then, tacking on in a fit of amusement and the less confused and more annoyed look on Merlin's face:
"Lazy sod. Ow! I could have you hanged for that, you know. Assaulting a prince," he cried, putting a hand over his arm where Merlin had pinched him.
"Sire?" Merlin asked, voice muffled through the blankets and furs draped over the both of them. Arthur murmured for him to continue, not expecting the exhausted, "Shut up," to come out of his manservant's mouth, nor expecting the laugh that bubbled out from his own at the sentiment.
"As you wish, Merlin," he said softly, lifting up one of his arms and making the blankets slightly tented in his invitation to Merlin. He wasn't sure if he'd take him up on it, as right now he was less freezing to death, and more just chilled and tired down to the bone. But he was pleasantly surprised when Merlin shifted in bed until he was lying across Arthur's chest, face buried in the corner between Arthur's shoulder and neck, squirming a bit until he found a more comfortable position against his prince.
Arthur dropped the coverings and drew them a bit closer, bunching them up around the both of them and wrapping an arm around Merlin's back, playing with the hair curling at the nape of his neck.
"Merlin," Arthur said after a few moments like this.
Merlin made some sort of hum in confirmation of his wakefulness against Arthur's skin.
"You do realize that if you tell anyone about this, I will have to have you beheaded," he said in a jokingly serious tone.
"Go to sleep," Merlin whined plaintively.
"That's 'Go to sleep, Sire," Arthur corrected, turning his head a fraction and finding his lips connecting with Merlin's unruly hair.
There was no response. Merlin's breathing evened out and he seemed, if at all possible, to relax even further into Arthur's embrace, face softly nuzzling against Arthur's neck reflexively.
"Teach you some proper respect for your monarch in the morning," Arthur whispered fondly. Too fondly for his piece of mind, but he consoled himself by remembering that this was Merlin, his impossible, idiot, sorcerer manservant. A little fondness wouldn't exactly be remiss, as long as no one ever learned of it. And Arthur certainly wasn't going to tell anyone.
Usually, I only really like established relationship fics, but with MERLIN, I prefer first-times, which, you know, is weird. But my favorite type of fic, gen or slash, is where Arthur finds out about Merlin's powers. Angsty or humorous, I don't care. unghhhh this FANDOM. lmfao sigh.
I need a new mood theme. Sorry Owen/Gwen, you're boring me, now.
So I wrote out the very end of it, but now I'm annoyed and frustrated because, except for Arthur finding out about Merlin's powers and cold naked cuddling, I don't remember what happens in the beginning, so I can't write it. Sigh.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Arthur began to strip, dropping his clothes beside Merlin's on the floor, he noticed that rumpled head poking out from the bed covers and glowering weakly.
"You're making a mess," he nagged. Arthur told himself that he didn't find it endearing. Because he didn't. At all.
"Yes, well, when my manservant finally shows up, he can clean it up." Arthur dropped his breaches to the floor and started for bed, noting the slightly confused look on Merlin's face. "I can't imagine where he could be," he added wrly, and then, tacking on in a fit of amusement and the less confused and more annoyed look on Merlin's face:
"Lazy sod. Ow! I could have you hanged for that, you know. Assaulting a prince," he cried, putting a hand over his arm where Merlin had pinched him.
"Sire?" Merlin asked, voice muffled through the blankets and furs draped over the both of them. Arthur murmured for him to continue, not expecting the exhausted, "Shut up," to come out of his manservant's mouth, nor expecting the laugh that bubbled out from his own at the sentiment.
"As you wish, Merlin," he said softly, lifting up one of his arms and making the blankets slightly tented in his invitation to Merlin. He wasn't sure if he'd take him up on it, as right now he was less freezing to death, and more just chilled and tired down to the bone. But he was pleasantly surprised when Merlin shifted in bed until he was lying across Arthur's chest, face buried in the corner between Arthur's shoulder and neck, squirming a bit until he found a more comfortable position against his prince.
Arthur dropped the coverings and drew them a bit closer, bunching them up around the both of them and wrapping an arm around Merlin's back, playing with the hair curling at the nape of his neck.
"Merlin," Arthur said after a few moments like this.
Merlin made some sort of hum in confirmation of his wakefulness against Arthur's skin.
"You do realize that if you tell anyone about this, I will have to have you beheaded," he said in a jokingly serious tone.
"Go to sleep," Merlin whined plaintively.
"That's 'Go to sleep, Sire," Arthur corrected, turning his head a fraction and finding his lips connecting with Merlin's unruly hair.
There was no response. Merlin's breathing evened out and he seemed, if at all possible, to relax even further into Arthur's embrace, face softly nuzzling against Arthur's neck reflexively.
"Teach you some proper respect for your monarch in the morning," Arthur whispered fondly. Too fondly for his piece of mind, but he consoled himself by remembering that this was Merlin, his impossible, idiot, sorcerer manservant. A little fondness wouldn't exactly be remiss, as long as no one ever learned of it. And Arthur certainly wasn't going to tell anyone.
Usually, I only really like established relationship fics, but with MERLIN, I prefer first-times, which, you know, is weird. But my favorite type of fic, gen or slash, is where Arthur finds out about Merlin's powers. Angsty or humorous, I don't care. unghhhh this FANDOM. lmfao sigh.
I need a new mood theme. Sorry Owen/Gwen, you're boring me, now.