Fic- Dawning Realisation
My last festive contribution. Everything else I might come up with before the year ends will be porn, I swear ;P
Title: Dawning Realisation
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Uther/Merlin
Series: Scenes from a Holiday Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: A ficlet written for Day15 of the Advent, for the prompt of ‘drinking’
AN: Beta'd by nenimefish
Uther has a very important meeting and his head is killing him. He’s also fairly sure he did something the night before he should be worrying over, something he was trying to avoid at all costs. He hasn’t felt this worse for wear since…well, since the last time he drank himself into oblivion to avoid a festive feast with his loyal courtiers.
Happily, it appears one of Gaius’ irreplaceable hangover cures is on his table and he is able to go to the meeting and generally kick diplomatic bottom. Even if Gaius had been rubbish at everything else, and Uther knew he was not, Uther would’ve kept him around purely for his hangover cures. Miracles in a bottle.
Later he thanks Gaius, slightly unusual but the negotiations had gone so much better than he’d expected- and Uther knew if he hadn’t been at his best today Camelot would have conceded much more that they needed to. And it’s all thanks to Gaius.
“I did not leave a remedy, sire,” Gaius told him, eyebrow rising in a way that Uther sometimes wishes he could imitate.
“I was not aware you needed one,” he continued, before he catches sight of his dogsbody, Merlin, and goes oddly silent.
Uther sees a glimpse of blue out the corner of his eye, and turns to see Merlin laughing at the antics of Arthur and Morgana who are each trying to force their wine off on the other when they’re not looking, by tipping it in their cups. A thought sparks deep in Uther’s mind; a memory of a flushed face, and a happy grin.
“A fine apprentice you have,” the king smiles, and wonders if this Christmas might be a little different from the last.
Title: Dawning Realisation
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Uther/Merlin
Series: Scenes from a Holiday Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: A ficlet written for Day15 of the Advent, for the prompt of ‘drinking’
AN: Beta'd by nenimefish
Uther has a very important meeting and his head is killing him. He’s also fairly sure he did something the night before he should be worrying over, something he was trying to avoid at all costs. He hasn’t felt this worse for wear since…well, since the last time he drank himself into oblivion to avoid a festive feast with his loyal courtiers.
Happily, it appears one of Gaius’ irreplaceable hangover cures is on his table and he is able to go to the meeting and generally kick diplomatic bottom. Even if Gaius had been rubbish at everything else, and Uther knew he was not, Uther would’ve kept him around purely for his hangover cures. Miracles in a bottle.
Later he thanks Gaius, slightly unusual but the negotiations had gone so much better than he’d expected- and Uther knew if he hadn’t been at his best today Camelot would have conceded much more that they needed to. And it’s all thanks to Gaius.
“I did not leave a remedy, sire,” Gaius told him, eyebrow rising in a way that Uther sometimes wishes he could imitate.
“I was not aware you needed one,” he continued, before he catches sight of his dogsbody, Merlin, and goes oddly silent.
Uther sees a glimpse of blue out the corner of his eye, and turns to see Merlin laughing at the antics of Arthur and Morgana who are each trying to force their wine off on the other when they’re not looking, by tipping it in their cups. A thought sparks deep in Uther’s mind; a memory of a flushed face, and a happy grin.
“A fine apprentice you have,” the king smiles, and wonders if this Christmas might be a little different from the last.