Kink Me! #31
Kink Me! #31
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Merlin was having a shit day. One of the waiters had accidently dumped a tray of beverages down his back, forcing him into buying another gaudy pub tee shirt so he could finish up his shift. The waiter that dumped on him offered to buy it for him, but Merlin knew the man was struggling to pay his tuition for the semester and couldn’t bring himself to accept his offer. Merlin flashed a smile at the man and continued clearing tables at the crowded bar.
“Merlin!”
Merlin turned and saw a pretty girl staring at him. Her long blond hair was in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes wide and disbelieving. Merlin looked at her uncertain. “Can I help you?” he shouted over the din.
The strange girl shrieked and went to throw her arms around him, but tripped and fell into him instead. Merlin abruptly put down the dish bin and grabbed her. “Oh my god! Merlin! It’s so good to see you! How are you? We’ve looked for you for ages!”
“Um…” ( ... )
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Hours later Merlin’s arms and head ached. The bar was loud and crowded. And that strange couple kept staring at him from their booth.
“Merlin, mate,” the barman helped Merlin fill a bin with glasses. “My sister was hoping you could come by and help her with her maths again.”
Merlin made a face. “I thought she dropped that class.”
The barman shrugged. “She was going to, but after she aced that project with your help, she decided to keep at it. Hey, do you know those people?” he said inclining his head to the booth where Gwaine and Elena had been sitting. There was another couple sitting with them, all four staring at Merlin.
Merlin peeked over, then froze. There was something vaguely familiar about all four of the people. The other woman had beautiful mocha skin with brown curly hair and warm brown eyes. She caught he looking and her smile grew radiant. The man with her stood up and walked over to the bar. He was tall and good looking, with a stylish haircut and friendly eyes. Merlin wished absently that ( ... )
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“Bloody hell, Merlin,” the manager of the pub said clapping Merlin on the back. “That posh table that’s been watching you all night have been dropping money like water. You should go over and talk to them.”
Merlin pulled out the tray of clean glasses. “Yea,” he said vaguely.
“No, seriously,” the man said leaning closer. “The tips they left at the bar are huge. I’ll let you go early so you can talk to them. Just bring them back some time, yea?”
Merlin wiped the sweat from his eyes. “Sure.”
The man smiled at him. “Go wash up, then talk to them.”
Merlin smiled nervously and nodded. He went to bathroom and washed his face. He looked in the mirror and frowned, wondering what he was getting himself into. It couldn’t hurt, right? He thought to himself, just talking to them, right? He stood up and walked out.
Merlin went to the bar and ordered a pint. The barman smiled and handed him one with a wink. Merlin rolled his eyes and turned. The booth of four were still watching him so he made his way over to ( ... )
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The four smiled at him and launched into a long fragmented story that only partially made sense. Merlin listened closely, trying to find some connection to them but only drew a blank. They were lovely people though. Gwaine had an infectious sense of humor, when he wasn’t manhandling him. Elena was incredibly sweet, if a little clumsy. After knocking down her pint twice, Merlin learned to push her glass away from him. Gwen watched him closely, her eyes sometimes misting up as she looked at him. Lance smiled at him warmly and spoke with such an earnestness that Merlin found himself wanting to befriend him. In fact, as he finished his pint, he almost wished he was the person they thought he was.
“… but Morgana forbid him from ever getting a haircut with me again.” Gwaine laughed.
“Poor Leon, his hair is magnificent,” Elena said.
“Better than mine?” Gwaine teased tossing his brown locks.
Elena kissed him. “He’s a ( ... )
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Merlin’s screams woke him. He sat up in bed, shaking and sobbing, terror making his fingertips tingle. His bedroom door quickly opened. “I’m here, Merls,” Will said, sleepily. He climbed in Merlin’s bed and wrapped his arms around his shaking friend. “Lie back down. It was only a dream.” Merlin clutched at him. “Shh,” Will soothed.
It took several long minutes before Merlin’s trembling subsided. Merlin impatiently wiped the tears from his face. “Sorry,” he croaked.
Will gave a gentle laugh. “No worries, Merls.” He ran his hand soothingly through Merlin’s hair for a few minutes. “That was a bad one, huh?” he asked. “Do you remember any of this one?”
Merlin shook his head.
Will hugged him closer. “Do you want me to get one of your pills?” he offered referring to the prescription strength sleep aids Merlin’s psychiatrist has prescribed for him.
“No,” Merlin shivered. “I can’t wake up when I take one,” he reminded his friend.
“You need to sleep a little more. Can you do that?”
Merlin forced ( ... )
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“… you’re close, Lydia,” Merlin said reviewing the pretty student’s work. “But you need to use this factor in your equations. Like that.”
“How am I supposed to remember that?” Lydia complained.
“All problems with that variable need to have that factored in,” Merlin reminded her gently. The sound of someone clearing her throat caused him to look up. Standing in the doorway of his closet sized office was one of the most remarkably beautiful women he had ever seen. Long glossy black hair framed a beautiful pale face. Strange, colorless eyes seems to drink him in. Merlin felt a slight shock of recognition, but it quickly slipped away before he could grab onto it.
“Oh my god!” Lydia squealed. “You’re Morgana Le Fay.” She turned to look at Merlin’s blank face. “The most important designer ever!” she said to Merlin. Turning back to Morgana, she fluttered with excitement. “My friends and I watched your show on Utube this weekend! Your clothes are so beautiful!”
Morgana smiled. “Thank you. Can I borrow Mr. Emrys ( ... )
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The car Morgana mentioned was an opulent Rolls Royce. Merlin stumbled slightly when her saw the chauffer driven car. “Um, are you sure I won’t get your car dirty?” he asked hesitantly.
Morgana took him by the arm and laughed. “Of course not, Merlin!” The chauffer quickly opened the door for them. Merlin let Morgana slip in first, then followed her. The inside of the car was much more posh then he had even imagined. Morgana took in his expression. “Do you want a drink?” she offered.
Merlin shook his head with a smile. “Something tells me I’ll need all my wits about me for this dinner.”
“You survived a night with Gwaine and Elena, you’ll be a lot less in danger of getting physically molested or spilled on.”
Merlin laughed. “They were a little overwhelming.”
Morgana smiled. “Gwaine is an artist and Elena’s his muse. They both sometimes lack basic understanding of personal boundaries.”
“They were lovely,” Merlin said quietly.
Morgana laughed. “Of course they are. Gwen and Lance are lovely as well. ( ... )
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“Merlin!” Uther Pendragon stood up and quickly stepped around the table, holding out his hands to take Merlin’s. “When my daughter told me you were found I could scarcely believe it.” He graciously motioned to a chair that the maître d’ pulled out for Merlin. Merlin practically fell into the chair, his legs weak and pulse racing. Uther and Morgana sat down at the table. “Gwen tells me you study maths at the university,” Uther said enthusiastically. “She neglected to mention that you were studying for your doctorate. I’m told that your mentor, Dr. Kilgharrah is quite well known in his field.”
Merlin’s panic stopped when he had a sudden epiphany. Uther Pendragon was nervous. Nervous about meeting him. Merlin cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said taking confidence from Uther’s apparent nervousness. “I’m lucky to study with him.”
“Luck? Nonsense!” Uther dismissed. “I am told that you are quite accomplished in your own right. You’ve co authored a number of papers with him and other well know mathematicians. That’s ( ... )
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