When albion needs it most

Chapter 5

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Drunk Ed Sheeran Maybe

Merlin was never able to sleep in, no matter how hard he tried. He spent most of the beginning of life fighting it. During his time in Camelot, Merlin had learnt to wake up before the sun the hard way. Sleeping in cause him to be late and Arthur didn't forgive lateness. He would give him a list of painful chores every time he would longer than the sun. So sleeping in on that mundane morning after was impossible. He opened his eyes only to see that his clock was flashing a painful red light. 5h10 am. It wasn't as bad as he thought.

A loud snores coming from behind him resonated in the silent dark room. Oh no, the wizard thought, oh no, what did I do. He moved a little, feeling a familiar pain in his backside. Damn it. He hadn't been that high hadn't he? Once again he had derailed, fucked up, taken so much he had lost control and spent the night with a stranger, again. The worst was he didn't even remember being with someone. The only thing that he could recall was the illusions the drugs had given him. He had to fix this now. Looking around, he realized he was in his own flat. That would make it a lot harder to sneak out. Maybe if he went to the shower it would give the other guy the signal he needed to leave.

The brunet looked around, trying to find his boxer briefs. Where had he left them? The memories of last night were a blur. All he could remember was the illusion he had experienced. Oh, how the high had been worth it, one of the best he ever had. The images in his mind were still clear, Arthur whispering his name in his ear, moaning for him. He had no clue who he had hooked up with in his moment of delirium. He found trousers hanging over the chair by the door. Slowly, he got out of the bed, trying to be as silent as possible. If the person was the wake up right now it would be very very awkward. He tiptoed to the door, grabbing his underwear. He tried to put them on and tripped. It took everything in his not to fall face first onto the ground. Merlin hit the wall, catching him in his fall. He looked at what god damn piece of material had made him stumble.

His heart stopped. Was that a cape? He picked it up. Yes it was. A big red cape with the cress of Camelot was resting in his hands. He looked at the pantry. The one he had gotten had deteriorated years ago, sometimes during the Victorian era. This one was in perfect condition. It couldn't possibly be his. He looked at the other piece of clothing lying around the bedroom, his heart so heavy with anxious disbelief he could barely hold on. That is when he saw it, just a shine in the dark, metal. As he got closer he got a lot more nervous. That armor, he knew that armor. He had washed and polished it a thousand times before. He pulled it to his chest. Why was lying on the ground. It couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Merlin couldn't dare to look at the figure that was lying on the side of his bed. Tears were starting to get caught in his eyes. This wasn't happening. No, no, no, he whispered to the dark. Merlin refused the believe Arthur was really back. If that was true, then last night was not a dream or illusion. Last night truly happened. He had slept with Arthur. The thought of it made him blush so hard he could feel the heat coming out of his cheeks

He dropped the shoulder piece as his body started to shift underneath the sheets. It fell to the ground with a loud metal clang. "I see you're still a useless idiot" the person in the bed grunted. "I am trying to sleep."

"You told me never to change" the warlock said, half smiling at the situation.

Arthur turned around in the sheets, placing himself comfortably as he tried to fall back to sleep. He wasn't ready to get up and face the day, face the truth. Just a few more minutes of sleepy bliss, that was all he needed. But the snort he heard stole all envy to sleep. "Are you- are you crying?"

There was no answers

"Don't be such a girl Merlin."

"This... this can't be true. You're not really here." It started with a giggle, and then it grew into a laugh. The brunet couldn't hold it in. He didn't even know why he was laughing when he was hurting. "That's it" the warlock lazily stated. "I've gone mad. I've finally reached the stage of madness." He got back into the bed, looking at Arthur's face. He stared at the blonde as though he was all kinds of wonderful. Such a stare was enough to make the King blush. "If this is insanity I take it gladly" he whispered.