Ficlet: You're my Favourite
Title: You’re my Favourite
Author: writing2death
Word Count: ~300
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: modern!au/ none
Notes: This is completely and totally irredeemable fluff. Also: I just had my wisdom teeth out and wanted to make myself feel better. Thanks to magi143emmykat and wren_hightower for looking this over briefly and making sure there were no glaring errors. <3. Comments are currently equivalent to ice cream.
Summary: In which Arthur has his wisdom teeth removed and is a little bit clingy.
You're my Favourite
“My mouth hurts,” Arthur said, whining.
“Oh, you poor baby. I’m sure it can’t hurt that badly - your mouth is completely frozen,” Merlin teased, helping him onto the couch and sitting down gently beside him. The sedation hadn’t completely worn off yet and Arthur was still a bit wobbly.
“I hate you,” he said, pressing his forehead into the soft spot just above the jut of Merlin’s hip.
“You always say that,” Merlin responded, carefully managing to extract himself from his spot under Arthur.
Arthur grumbled, his forehead falling onto the significantly less comfortable cushion of the couch. “Where are you going?” he complained, not bothering to move. Sleep sounded really very nice at the moment.
It was only a minute before Merlin returned, a warm glass of water in one hand and two painkillers in the other. “Here,” he said softly, manhandling Arthur into a sitting position and wrapping Arthur’s hand around the glass. “Percocet - the dentist said it would take the pain away then the freezing wears off.
“No,” Arthur said, his tongue slurring his words just slightly around the gauze, “don’t like Percocet. It makes me feel fuzzy.”
Merlin rolled his eyes, padding back to the kitchen and bringing out two Paracetamol instead, “Fine but at least take these.” Without waiting for an answer, he coaxed Arthur’s mouth open and pressed them against his tongue. Arthur swallowed, taking a sip of water.
He set it down on the table and pushed Merlin horizontal on the couch snuggling his face into Merlin’s stomach, mindful of his cheeks, which felt about twice their normal size. “You’re my favourite,” he mumbled into Merlin’s shirt.
Merlin shifted down so that one arm could rest over Arthur’s shoulders and the other could come up and pet at Arthur’s hair, smoothing his fringe out of his eyes and tucking the longer strands behind his ear. “Yeah,” Merlin answered, hearing Arthur’s breathing settle a little bit, “I know.”
Author: writing2death
Word Count: ~300
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: modern!au/ none
Notes: This is completely and totally irredeemable fluff. Also: I just had my wisdom teeth out and wanted to make myself feel better. Thanks to magi143emmykat and wren_hightower for looking this over briefly and making sure there were no glaring errors. <3. Comments are currently equivalent to ice cream.
Summary: In which Arthur has his wisdom teeth removed and is a little bit clingy.
You're my Favourite
“My mouth hurts,” Arthur said, whining.
“Oh, you poor baby. I’m sure it can’t hurt that badly - your mouth is completely frozen,” Merlin teased, helping him onto the couch and sitting down gently beside him. The sedation hadn’t completely worn off yet and Arthur was still a bit wobbly.
“I hate you,” he said, pressing his forehead into the soft spot just above the jut of Merlin’s hip.
“You always say that,” Merlin responded, carefully managing to extract himself from his spot under Arthur.
Arthur grumbled, his forehead falling onto the significantly less comfortable cushion of the couch. “Where are you going?” he complained, not bothering to move. Sleep sounded really very nice at the moment.
It was only a minute before Merlin returned, a warm glass of water in one hand and two painkillers in the other. “Here,” he said softly, manhandling Arthur into a sitting position and wrapping Arthur’s hand around the glass. “Percocet - the dentist said it would take the pain away then the freezing wears off.
“No,” Arthur said, his tongue slurring his words just slightly around the gauze, “don’t like Percocet. It makes me feel fuzzy.”
Merlin rolled his eyes, padding back to the kitchen and bringing out two Paracetamol instead, “Fine but at least take these.” Without waiting for an answer, he coaxed Arthur’s mouth open and pressed them against his tongue. Arthur swallowed, taking a sip of water.
He set it down on the table and pushed Merlin horizontal on the couch snuggling his face into Merlin’s stomach, mindful of his cheeks, which felt about twice their normal size. “You’re my favourite,” he mumbled into Merlin’s shirt.
Merlin shifted down so that one arm could rest over Arthur’s shoulders and the other could come up and pet at Arthur’s hair, smoothing his fringe out of his eyes and tucking the longer strands behind his ear. “Yeah,” Merlin answered, hearing Arthur’s breathing settle a little bit, “I know.”