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Merlin - Fluffed
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camelot_fleet. This one is a bit more light-hearted than the first.
Title: Fluffed
Genre: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: Light R to be Safe
Length: ~650 words
Prompt: Merlin/Arthur pillow fight. And pyjamas! (from bououou)
Author’s Notes: For the party over atcamelot_fleet. Original post here.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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Merlin snuggled down deeper into the pillow, tugging the warm, soft comforter higher about his shoulders. Sleeping with the prince definitely had its benefits, and not just of the obvious kind.
Said prince chose that moment to clear his throat pointedly. Merlin just as pointedly ignored it, right up until Arthur sighed dramatically and said, “Maybe I should kick you out of my bed.”
Merlin turned over groggily and prised open one eye. “Wot’s that then?” he yawned.
Arthur put on his best pout, which was usually quite effective to tell the truth, and offered, “It’s just I think you are taking far too many things for granted, that’s all.”
Merlin agreed there were many things he found himself taking for granted, including soft covers and mind-blowing orgasms, but figured Arthur was on about something else. Had he really minded the mind-blowing orgasms, he probably would not have insisted Merlin wear only a shift with nothing beneath and probably would not currently be petting his bare thigh even as he sighed dramatically once more.
Merlin braced himself up on his elbows and forced his other eye open. He was tempted to say, “What mundane, menial task do you want me to do now?” but stuck to “What’s wrong?” instead.
The pout was back as Arthur shifted his head on his pillow and muttered, “You used to fluff my pillows before bed.”
Merlin was fairly certain that was not a euphemism, but clarified, “Your pillows?”
Arthur nodded. “They were soft and comfortable and always just right,” he said, seemingly more to himself than to his lover.
Merlin blinked and resolutely did not laugh as he stood and, as formally as he could in just a shift, bowed dramatically. He reached for the pillow that Arthur readily rose from and fluffed it thoroughly. He then held it out with another bow as he said, “Your pillow, sire.”
Arthur grinned and looked far too pleased with himself so, of course, Merlin had to toss the thing at his head. Arthur spluttered and his eyes gleamed with something both playful and dangerous as he reached for the offending item. “Did you just throw that at me? At your prince?”
Merlin blinked with false innocence. “Maybe?” he squeaked.
He just barely managed to get his own pillow in his hands before Arthur attacked. He swung, he countered, he lunged, he missed, and he was caught by his collar before he hit the floor, only to be dragged back to the bed to start all over again. There were knees in uncomfortable places, and hands not-so-accidentally grabbing onto things other than pillows, and quite a bit of not-so-formal laughter. Things, of course, came to a tragic end when Arthur pinned Merlin to the bed by straddling his thighs and was about to smother him with the pillow, only to have it collide with Merlin’s own and explode about the bed, sending a cloud of tiny white and grey feathers raining down upon them both.
Merlin looked up at Arthur, who still held the case in his hands and was staring at it comically as if it personally had betrayed him. There were little white bits hanging from his ears and sleeves and Merlin was fairly certain there were some caught in his own eyelashes. He slowly lowered his own, still intact, pillow and offered, “I believe your pillow is thoroughly fluffed, sire.”
Arthur blinked down at him, eyes still tracking the bits floating about the air until they settled on him once more, and broke out laughing. He swooped down for a quick kiss and agreed, “I do believe you are correct, Merlin.” He smirked and amended, “For a change.”
Merlin would have been offended about the last part, but it appeared they were about to move on to a battle of an entirely different kind, and he really could not be bothered at all.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
camelot_fleet. This one is a bit more light-hearted than the first.Title: Fluffed
Genre: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: Light R to be Safe
Length: ~650 words
Prompt: Merlin/Arthur pillow fight. And pyjamas! (from bououou)
Author’s Notes: For the party over at
camelot_fleet. Original post here.Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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Merlin snuggled down deeper into the pillow, tugging the warm, soft comforter higher about his shoulders. Sleeping with the prince definitely had its benefits, and not just of the obvious kind.
Said prince chose that moment to clear his throat pointedly. Merlin just as pointedly ignored it, right up until Arthur sighed dramatically and said, “Maybe I should kick you out of my bed.”
Merlin turned over groggily and prised open one eye. “Wot’s that then?” he yawned.
Arthur put on his best pout, which was usually quite effective to tell the truth, and offered, “It’s just I think you are taking far too many things for granted, that’s all.”
Merlin agreed there were many things he found himself taking for granted, including soft covers and mind-blowing orgasms, but figured Arthur was on about something else. Had he really minded the mind-blowing orgasms, he probably would not have insisted Merlin wear only a shift with nothing beneath and probably would not currently be petting his bare thigh even as he sighed dramatically once more.
Merlin braced himself up on his elbows and forced his other eye open. He was tempted to say, “What mundane, menial task do you want me to do now?” but stuck to “What’s wrong?” instead.
The pout was back as Arthur shifted his head on his pillow and muttered, “You used to fluff my pillows before bed.”
Merlin was fairly certain that was not a euphemism, but clarified, “Your pillows?”
Arthur nodded. “They were soft and comfortable and always just right,” he said, seemingly more to himself than to his lover.
Merlin blinked and resolutely did not laugh as he stood and, as formally as he could in just a shift, bowed dramatically. He reached for the pillow that Arthur readily rose from and fluffed it thoroughly. He then held it out with another bow as he said, “Your pillow, sire.”
Arthur grinned and looked far too pleased with himself so, of course, Merlin had to toss the thing at his head. Arthur spluttered and his eyes gleamed with something both playful and dangerous as he reached for the offending item. “Did you just throw that at me? At your prince?”
Merlin blinked with false innocence. “Maybe?” he squeaked.
He just barely managed to get his own pillow in his hands before Arthur attacked. He swung, he countered, he lunged, he missed, and he was caught by his collar before he hit the floor, only to be dragged back to the bed to start all over again. There were knees in uncomfortable places, and hands not-so-accidentally grabbing onto things other than pillows, and quite a bit of not-so-formal laughter. Things, of course, came to a tragic end when Arthur pinned Merlin to the bed by straddling his thighs and was about to smother him with the pillow, only to have it collide with Merlin’s own and explode about the bed, sending a cloud of tiny white and grey feathers raining down upon them both.
Merlin looked up at Arthur, who still held the case in his hands and was staring at it comically as if it personally had betrayed him. There were little white bits hanging from his ears and sleeves and Merlin was fairly certain there were some caught in his own eyelashes. He slowly lowered his own, still intact, pillow and offered, “I believe your pillow is thoroughly fluffed, sire.”
Arthur blinked down at him, eyes still tracking the bits floating about the air until they settled on him once more, and broke out laughing. He swooped down for a quick kiss and agreed, “I do believe you are correct, Merlin.” He smirked and amended, “For a change.”
Merlin would have been offended about the last part, but it appeared they were about to move on to a battle of an entirely different kind, and he really could not be bothered at all.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
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Sooooooo niiiiiiiice, so full of love and affection. I want to wrap this fic around me like a well-used quilt on a cold rainy night.
Merlin looked up at Arthur, who still held the case in his hands and was staring at it comically as if it personally had betrayed him.
lol, Arthur. Cute boys are cute. So much love, thanks so much for sharing. :)
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Thanks!
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