Spellbound

[ayoungboy]

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

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[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughs and watches the man doze, gently stroking up and down his side.

[royalpratness]

Arthur wakes up again half an hour later, stretching out lazily. "Hey. Still no international crisis?"

[ayoungboy]

Merlin sighs, curling into Arthur's chest. "There probably is. I should go check."

[royalpratness]

Arthur sighs as well, nodding. "Yes, I have a meeting in an hour I shouldn't miss."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin leans forward to cup Arthur's jaw and kiss him warmly. "Text me, aye?"

[royalpratness]

"Will do." Arthur kisses him back, smiling. "Be safe."

[ayoungboy]

"I'll do my best," Merlin smiles happily, kissing Arthur once more. "Mind if I shower real quick?"

[royalpratness]

"Of course not. Go ahead." Arthur gestures towards his ensuite.

[ayoungboy]

"Thanks," Merlin winks and slides out of the bed, walking into the bathroom. He doesn't take too long to start the water and shower. God, the hot water feels divine.

[royalpratness]

Meanwhile, Arthur puts his bathrobe back on and drinks another cup of tea while reading the newspaper.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin stumbles out of the bathroom, pink, clean, and dripping in his towel. "Bloody hell, where'd my clothes go?"

[royalpratness]

Arthur looks up, shrugging. "I have no idea. Try under the bed?"

[ayoungboy]

"You just want me to bend over," Merlin jokes, though he does bend over anyway to check.

[royalpratness]

"That too, yes." Arthur smirks, tilting his head to watch Merlin's back side.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin stretches back up, holding his trousers triumphantly.

[royalpratness]

Arthur laughs. "There you go."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin pulls them on and searches for his shirt, eventually finding and donning that as well.

[royalpratness]

"You can drop by anytime if you want." Arthur smiles at him.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin grins, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to start bootycalling me, are you?"

[royalpratness]

"Would you come?" No pun intended. Arthur grins around the rim of his tea cup.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin snorts and laughs. "Maybe. You going to send me pictures of your royal scepter?"

[royalpratness]

"If you ask me nicely." Arthur folds his newspaper.

[ayoungboy]

"Please, sire?" Merlin grins.

[royalpratness]

"Okay then." Arthur grins back. "Didn't you have somewhere to be?" He himself needs to hurry up to get showered and dressed.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin raises his hand to wave goodbye and pops out of existence.