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merlin_holidaysTitle: Of Ears and Wine
Recipient:analise010
Author:trinitys_sin
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 1,489
Warnings: None
Summary: Arthur says some hurtful things about Merlin's ears.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my Betas I, for you constructive advice and my other beta for your helpful suggestions.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
Of Wine and Ears
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Merlin questions, edging away from the prince. He knows that Arthur has exceeded his capacity for drink; Uther had kicked him out of the ball ages ago. Yet the first thing Arthur did when they reached his rooms was order Merlin out for a fresh pitcher of wine. Merlin knows he shouldn’t have indulged his prince and now he has to face the consequences- one of which- is sitting in front of him, glaring over an empty goblet.
It is days like these that has Merlin questioning why he ever took this job. It had all steamed from an accident, where he had tripped and taken Arthur down with him just as a bullet speed over their heads. Of course the King of England had seen the entire thing. Seeking to reward Merlin, who at the time was in desperate need of money, he offered him the job of being Arthur’s, the Prince of Wales, personal assistant and bodyguard. ‘How hard could it be,’ he remembers thinking.
“Give it here, Merlin!” he growls, though the slurring lessens the intimidation. A lot more annoying then he originally thought. Hesitantly, Merlin refills the cup, watching as Arthur brings it, clumsy, to his lips. “It’ll only be enough when your ears look to be of an average size,” he mumbles into the drink, just loud enough for Merlin to make the words out. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Merlin sets the jug on the table. He brings his fingers up to the sensitive shells, his smile dropping away.
“My ears are normal!” he protests. Arthur’s eyebrows ascend high on his forehead before his head tips back in a fit of laughter. Merlin impatiently waits for him to calm down, watching as the wine sloshes over the prince’s arms.
“You’re not serious, are you? Your ears are massive! They practically take up your whole head,” Arthur exclaims in between gasping breaths. Merlin’s scowl deepens. Unconsciously he begins to rub his ears, as if the friction will shrink them. He knows his ears are a little different; the children in Ealdor had never let him forget the fact. They used to pull at the lobes when they were feeling particularly vicious. When he’d come home crying and hysterical, trying to use his magic to shrink the overly large appendages, his mum and Will would tell him not to listen to them, but he’d never been able to fully put the words out of his head.
People said less about his ears as he got older, so he’d assumed he’d grown into them. Apparently that wasn’t the case. All the shame, sadness, and anger from his childhood come rushing back and in defense his magic reared up. The wine jug leaps from his hands, upending over the unsuspecting prince’s head. Silence washes over the room as the wine slowly drips down his face. “Prat!” Merlin exclaims, stomping out of the room.
“Merlin!” Arthur shouts after him, not fully understanding in his drunken stupor why his personal assistant felt the need to dump wine over his head. He hefts himself out of his chair, stumbling towards the double doors leading into the hallway. The idiot had left them wide open. Merlin is nowhere in sight. Confused, Arthur stumbles into his adjoining bathroom to run a bath.
Inside the bath, warm water soaking sticky remnants from his skin, scrubbing fiercely at a particularly stubborn splotch he starts to curse Merlin and his over-sized ears. He is the Prince of Wales! No matter how drunk he gets, Merlin simply cannot dump wine over his head and think he can get away with it! Satisfied with this conclusion, Arthur spends the rest of his bath deciding how he should get back at Merlin.
~o0o~
Arthur sits in his warm bed, sheets still tangled around his legs from sleep. Arthur ignores the pounding in his head in favor of gaping at his assiastant. Or more specifically, at the monstrosity covering his skull. “What the bloody hell are you wearing?!” he cries. It appears that Merlin has taken one of his already ridiculous scarves and tied it over his head. Merlin shifts nervously and tugs at the second ludicrous scarf around his neck, cheeks turning red.
“Well, I thought- everyone keeps - my ears,” Merlin stutters, hurt flashing across his face. Guilt twists Arthur’s gut as he remembers his words from the night before. He can hear his vague, echoing laughter when Merlin had insisted his ears were of an average size. He watches as Merlin tugs the scarf farther down over his ears. He had thought Merlin would brush the insults off like he usually did. He feels sick knowing that he brought out this insecurity in his usually confidant assistant. He has to make this right.
“Merlin,” he sighs, “come here.” He pats the open space on the bed beside him invitingly. After a brief moment of hesitation Merlin moves to Arthur’s bedside. He takes another moment to curiously observe the prince with wary eyes. Arthur puts on his most charming smile as Merlin flops onto the edge of the soft mattress. Huffing Arthur grabs at Merlin’s arms, hauling him all the way on to the bed, boots and all.
Arthur takes advantage of Merlin’s moment of shock at finding his back suddenly pressed against the prince’s chest to snatch the scarf from Merlin’s head and ties it with its brother, around its usual home on his neck. “Merlin you have to admit, your ears are bigger than normal.” Merlin snarls and tries to twist out of his grasp. A hand flies up to valiantly attempt to hide an ear. Arthur slaps the hand away with one hand, while strengthening his grip around Merlin’s waist with his other hand. “Let me finish!” he commands. Merlin eyes narrow with distaste.
“Your ears,” he begins, taking a deep calming breath. The fingers of his free hand trail up the column of Merlin’s neck, causing the man to squirm and nervously whimper his name. He runs his index finger over the shell. They both shiver. “Are adorable,” he breathes. Merlin squirms around in his hold until they are pressed face to face. His blue eyes wide and searching Arthur’s for the truth.
Arthur, for once, let’s all his emotions show, hoping Merlin will find what he needs. “I’m sorry, Merlin. I should have never made fun of your ears. I didn’t know they were such a sensitive topic for you.” None of what he just said was a lie and he wants to make sure Merlin’s never embarrassed about this again. He absently strokes Merlin’s ear as he waits for an answer.
Finally his assistant relaxes in his arms, a red hue tinting his cheeks. “I don’t know, Arthur, what you said was really hurtful!” he chides.
“Personally, your ears are my favorite feature. Well, your ears and these popping cheek bones,” Arthur says, brushing his knuckles along Merlin’s cheek. He doesn’t mean to linger but the skin is soft under his fingertips and the way Merlin leans into the touch keeps him there. Merlin’s face is beyond red now and he’s staring patiently at Arthur, waiting to see what he does next.
Arthur leans closer, till his mouth is by Merlin’s ears. “You’re adorable, Merlin,” he breathes, flicking his tongue out to lick the shell of his ear. “Adorable and mine! Don’t let anyone tell you differently!
“Your friends were right,” he hears Merlin whisper.
“What?” he asks, sitting back. Merlin’s lips are turned up in a triumphant smirk and a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Leon and Percival might have mentioned that you wanted me,” he says, sheepishly tugging at his the scarves around his neck.
“Well, they were right.” He shrugs, leaning back in to suck on the brunet’s earlobe before running his tongue back up the shell. Merlin whimpers, hand coming up to twist in the Prince’s shirt. Arthur places a chaste kiss to the tip of his ear, slipping his hand down into his assistant’s jeans, stroking his cock through his boxers. He lets out a groan when Merlin mewls, thrusting his hips up into Arthur’s hand. He pulls back and takes a moment to appreciate Merlin’s glazed eyes and red cheeks. His lips are swollen and red from biting on them. Arthur can’t resist the urge to swoop in and soothe them but Merlin sits back.
“Now I’m going to get some of Gaius’s magic medicine for your hangover!” Merlin says, gently pushing himself off of the bed. Arthur gapes at him, shocked.
“Why?!” he cries.
“Because you’ll have to woo me properly, Arthur. Woo me with sweet words, loving actions and expensive gifts.” He laughs, making his way to the doors. Arthur watches Merlin stumble out of his room, an un-princely grin creeping onto Arthur’s face. There are some things he is more than willing to do.
Recipient:
analise010Author:
trinitys_sinRating: PG-13
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 1,489
Warnings: None
Summary: Arthur says some hurtful things about Merlin's ears.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my Betas I, for you constructive advice and my other beta for your helpful suggestions.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Merlin questions, edging away from the prince. He knows that Arthur has exceeded his capacity for drink; Uther had kicked him out of the ball ages ago. Yet the first thing Arthur did when they reached his rooms was order Merlin out for a fresh pitcher of wine. Merlin knows he shouldn’t have indulged his prince and now he has to face the consequences- one of which- is sitting in front of him, glaring over an empty goblet.
It is days like these that has Merlin questioning why he ever took this job. It had all steamed from an accident, where he had tripped and taken Arthur down with him just as a bullet speed over their heads. Of course the King of England had seen the entire thing. Seeking to reward Merlin, who at the time was in desperate need of money, he offered him the job of being Arthur’s, the Prince of Wales, personal assistant and bodyguard. ‘How hard could it be,’ he remembers thinking.
“Give it here, Merlin!” he growls, though the slurring lessens the intimidation. A lot more annoying then he originally thought. Hesitantly, Merlin refills the cup, watching as Arthur brings it, clumsy, to his lips. “It’ll only be enough when your ears look to be of an average size,” he mumbles into the drink, just loud enough for Merlin to make the words out. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Merlin sets the jug on the table. He brings his fingers up to the sensitive shells, his smile dropping away.
“My ears are normal!” he protests. Arthur’s eyebrows ascend high on his forehead before his head tips back in a fit of laughter. Merlin impatiently waits for him to calm down, watching as the wine sloshes over the prince’s arms.
“You’re not serious, are you? Your ears are massive! They practically take up your whole head,” Arthur exclaims in between gasping breaths. Merlin’s scowl deepens. Unconsciously he begins to rub his ears, as if the friction will shrink them. He knows his ears are a little different; the children in Ealdor had never let him forget the fact. They used to pull at the lobes when they were feeling particularly vicious. When he’d come home crying and hysterical, trying to use his magic to shrink the overly large appendages, his mum and Will would tell him not to listen to them, but he’d never been able to fully put the words out of his head.
People said less about his ears as he got older, so he’d assumed he’d grown into them. Apparently that wasn’t the case. All the shame, sadness, and anger from his childhood come rushing back and in defense his magic reared up. The wine jug leaps from his hands, upending over the unsuspecting prince’s head. Silence washes over the room as the wine slowly drips down his face. “Prat!” Merlin exclaims, stomping out of the room.
“Merlin!” Arthur shouts after him, not fully understanding in his drunken stupor why his personal assistant felt the need to dump wine over his head. He hefts himself out of his chair, stumbling towards the double doors leading into the hallway. The idiot had left them wide open. Merlin is nowhere in sight. Confused, Arthur stumbles into his adjoining bathroom to run a bath.
Inside the bath, warm water soaking sticky remnants from his skin, scrubbing fiercely at a particularly stubborn splotch he starts to curse Merlin and his over-sized ears. He is the Prince of Wales! No matter how drunk he gets, Merlin simply cannot dump wine over his head and think he can get away with it! Satisfied with this conclusion, Arthur spends the rest of his bath deciding how he should get back at Merlin.
~o0o~
Arthur sits in his warm bed, sheets still tangled around his legs from sleep. Arthur ignores the pounding in his head in favor of gaping at his assiastant. Or more specifically, at the monstrosity covering his skull. “What the bloody hell are you wearing?!” he cries. It appears that Merlin has taken one of his already ridiculous scarves and tied it over his head. Merlin shifts nervously and tugs at the second ludicrous scarf around his neck, cheeks turning red.
“Well, I thought- everyone keeps - my ears,” Merlin stutters, hurt flashing across his face. Guilt twists Arthur’s gut as he remembers his words from the night before. He can hear his vague, echoing laughter when Merlin had insisted his ears were of an average size. He watches as Merlin tugs the scarf farther down over his ears. He had thought Merlin would brush the insults off like he usually did. He feels sick knowing that he brought out this insecurity in his usually confidant assistant. He has to make this right.
“Merlin,” he sighs, “come here.” He pats the open space on the bed beside him invitingly. After a brief moment of hesitation Merlin moves to Arthur’s bedside. He takes another moment to curiously observe the prince with wary eyes. Arthur puts on his most charming smile as Merlin flops onto the edge of the soft mattress. Huffing Arthur grabs at Merlin’s arms, hauling him all the way on to the bed, boots and all.
Arthur takes advantage of Merlin’s moment of shock at finding his back suddenly pressed against the prince’s chest to snatch the scarf from Merlin’s head and ties it with its brother, around its usual home on his neck. “Merlin you have to admit, your ears are bigger than normal.” Merlin snarls and tries to twist out of his grasp. A hand flies up to valiantly attempt to hide an ear. Arthur slaps the hand away with one hand, while strengthening his grip around Merlin’s waist with his other hand. “Let me finish!” he commands. Merlin eyes narrow with distaste.
“Your ears,” he begins, taking a deep calming breath. The fingers of his free hand trail up the column of Merlin’s neck, causing the man to squirm and nervously whimper his name. He runs his index finger over the shell. They both shiver. “Are adorable,” he breathes. Merlin squirms around in his hold until they are pressed face to face. His blue eyes wide and searching Arthur’s for the truth.
Arthur, for once, let’s all his emotions show, hoping Merlin will find what he needs. “I’m sorry, Merlin. I should have never made fun of your ears. I didn’t know they were such a sensitive topic for you.” None of what he just said was a lie and he wants to make sure Merlin’s never embarrassed about this again. He absently strokes Merlin’s ear as he waits for an answer.
Finally his assistant relaxes in his arms, a red hue tinting his cheeks. “I don’t know, Arthur, what you said was really hurtful!” he chides.
“Personally, your ears are my favorite feature. Well, your ears and these popping cheek bones,” Arthur says, brushing his knuckles along Merlin’s cheek. He doesn’t mean to linger but the skin is soft under his fingertips and the way Merlin leans into the touch keeps him there. Merlin’s face is beyond red now and he’s staring patiently at Arthur, waiting to see what he does next.
Arthur leans closer, till his mouth is by Merlin’s ears. “You’re adorable, Merlin,” he breathes, flicking his tongue out to lick the shell of his ear. “Adorable and mine! Don’t let anyone tell you differently!
“Your friends were right,” he hears Merlin whisper.
“What?” he asks, sitting back. Merlin’s lips are turned up in a triumphant smirk and a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Leon and Percival might have mentioned that you wanted me,” he says, sheepishly tugging at his the scarves around his neck.
“Well, they were right.” He shrugs, leaning back in to suck on the brunet’s earlobe before running his tongue back up the shell. Merlin whimpers, hand coming up to twist in the Prince’s shirt. Arthur places a chaste kiss to the tip of his ear, slipping his hand down into his assistant’s jeans, stroking his cock through his boxers. He lets out a groan when Merlin mewls, thrusting his hips up into Arthur’s hand. He pulls back and takes a moment to appreciate Merlin’s glazed eyes and red cheeks. His lips are swollen and red from biting on them. Arthur can’t resist the urge to swoop in and soothe them but Merlin sits back.
“Now I’m going to get some of Gaius’s magic medicine for your hangover!” Merlin says, gently pushing himself off of the bed. Arthur gapes at him, shocked.
“Why?!” he cries.
“Because you’ll have to woo me properly, Arthur. Woo me with sweet words, loving actions and expensive gifts.” He laughs, making his way to the doors. Arthur watches Merlin stumble out of his room, an un-princely grin creeping onto Arthur’s face. There are some things he is more than willing to do.
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Date: 2011-12-26 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-26 11:22 pm (UTC)Fav Line: "'You’ll have to woo me properly, Arthur...with sweet words, loving actions and expensive gifts.'" Oh, Merlin, keeping it classy.
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Date: 2011-12-27 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-27 06:18 pm (UTC)This was terribly sweet. ♥
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Date: 2011-12-29 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-03 09:41 am (UTC)I love it! No, really, I have a thing for Arthur picking on Merlin' ears but being utterly in love with them, and this fic is adorable!!!