Kink Me! #25
Kink Me! #25
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Merlin came in to work early for once, and he was struck still as he watched Arthur weakly toss and turn in bed, sweat shining on his face. Last night, he had missed supper and all hell seemed to break loose. Gaius had told Merlin very specifically that the Prince did not get sick very often, but when he did, it was a matter of great importance.
Arthur was known to have quite a temper on his normal days, but Merlin was surprised to find out that when he was sick, Arthur became quiet, almost withdrawn, and weak. It was so odd seeing Arthur as the weak one, considering he was the strongest man Merlin had ever met.
Gaius said it was because of some sort of psychological need for his mother, and Merlin agreed-although they would never say so in front of Arthur himself.
Putting a fake, cheerful smile on his face, Merlin went and opened the window curtains and called out his familiar greeting.
“Up and at ‘em, sire!”
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“Sire?” Merlin asked, nearing the bed. Arthur shivered underneath the blankets, pulling them closer to his body. He was breaking out in cool sweat and when Merlin put his hand on Arthur’s forehead, it seemed to burn. “Here, sire, you need to get up and eat so that the medicine Gaius brewed will work.”
“’can’t get up,” Arthur whispered, his voice sounding so broken and tired. “Too c-cold and tired.”
“You didn’t sleep a wink last night, did you?” Merlin sighed and went over to stoke the fireplace. Gaius said that Merlin was to keep everything hot and steamy so that Arthur would sweat out the fever, but it didn’t seem to be working.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Arthur was murmuring behind him. “Can I have the medicine now? I need to go back to training the knights.”
Merlin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “My lord, you are sick. Stop thinking about your knights for a few days and allow yourself to recover. And I told you, you have to eat before the medicine, ( ... )
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But Merlin had broken far, far worse rules for Arthur, and if this was going to make the Prince feel better, then he was surely not going to stop just because of some society rules and traditions ( ... )
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“Right,” Arthur said, rolling his eyes as if he didn’t believe a word Merlin said. However, the food had brought some colour back into Arthur’s pale face and his hands didn’t seem to shake with cold anymore either.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” Arthur said as he finished his last few bites.
“Well, if I didn’t, then you’d get worse and possibly die and I’d be out of a job, sire,” Merlin replied cheekily, as was his habit. “You know better than I how hard it is to get a job in Camelot these days.”
“So you did this for the solidarity of your paycheck, Merlin?” Arthur asked in his usual royal-prat tone, but with an underlying hint of fondness that made Merlin blush again ( ... )
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“You can go now, Merlin. Go serve the kingdom you love so much,” Arthur bit out and laid back down, curling himself back into the blankets and facing away from Merlin.
Merlin was confused as to why the prince was so angry, but it occurred to him that… no, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be that Arthur wanted Merlin to say that he wanted to feed Arthur because he loved him? Because, when Arthur felt sick, then Merlin felt sick? And when Arthur was in mortal danger, it felt as though Merlin’s heart was being ripped out of his chest?
But no, Arthur couldn’t possibly want Merlin to say any of that.
He clearly wanted something though and since Merlin didn’t have anything ( ... )
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He stood up and was about to leave when he felt fingers curl around his wrist. Merlin looked back down to see Arthur lying on his back, staring at him with those same intense blue eyes that gave him orders such as muck out my stables or polish my boots. Merlin wondered what he was going to order him to do this time. Perhaps go put himself in the stocks for daring to kiss the royal Prince on the forehead like a child.
But, Arthur ordered something entirely different indeed. And, Merlin supposed, it wasn’t really an order. More like a hesitant, sweet, question.
“Stay with me?”
And Merlin was a very good manservant who cared for the Kingdom a great deal, so of course, he complied. Toeing off his boots without a word, Merlin crawled up onto the royal bed and pushed himself under the covers, curling around his Prince in the way he had ( ... )
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It was very sweet, how Arthur needed some nurturing but had to much pride to say it, and how Merlin knew exactly what Arthur needed, but wanted to hear him ask for it. They were so in tune with each other.
The story had a lovely lyrical quality, almost dreamlike. Just lovely. Thank you for writing this, Author!
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