merthur oneshots

lazy days

merthur oneshots

{This is a modern merthur au after arthur has risen again and has been in the modern world for a few months}
Merlin pov~
A yawn emerged from my mouth before i could even open my eyes. I didn't have a blanket covering myself but was warm enough thanks to the blond beside me.

I shifted my head to the right slightly, glancing at Arthur. He was still asleep, which didn't surprise me. I was always the first one awake. I brought my face to his and planted kisses on his cheek lazily, hoping this would wake him up. he shifted, and smiled in his sleep, but his eyes did not open.

I huffed slightly and untangled myself from him, slipping on some pants and walking to our kitchen to start breakfast.

It was summer, so I didn't have work for most of the time as I decided I would only teach one summer class this year. I wanted to spend all my time with Arthur now that he was back.

I grabbed my phone, pulling up spotify to play some music whilst I cooked.

I hummed along to a catchy tune I remembered from a few decades ago.

Flipping the pancakes and getting the sausage and bacon ready, I pulled out some plates and glasses. I grabbed the apple juice out of the fridge and poured some in one big cup. I didn't want to wash all of the dishes so Arthur would just have to share with me. I turned off the stove and my music, gathering all of the food to bring to Arthur in bed when I heard a yawn coming from the hallway. I smiled to myself and waited for him to come in the kitchen.

He waltzed in clumsily and smiled at me drowsily. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Mm, g'morning Merl." I smiled to myself at the nickname.

"I see the princess has finally awoken. Care for breakfast?"

He glared at the nickname I gave him, but still sat down, waiting to eat until I ate as well.

We ate in silence for some time, just enjoying each other's company. He had one hand on my thigh and I had my hand placed over his.

It was times like these that i remember why I waited for so long, so many nights by myself crying because I could barely remember anyone's faces except for the expression on arthur's when he asked me to hold him.
I still have nightmares about it. I remember them when I wake up, but Arthur says nothing about them when he notices. He's simply more affectionate those days, reminding me that he's with me and he isn't leaving anytime soon.

I looked up at him now, affectionately, imagining how I would've reacted, all those thousands of years ago, when arthur and I first met, if one had told me we would've dated ever. If I ever would appreciate him how I do now.

I must've been smiling because arthur noticed. He brought his hand and my own away from my thigh, kissing my knuckles.

"What would you like to do today, Merlin?"

"How about a lazy day, would you fancy that? We can watch some movies, I'll make popcorn. We can just do whatever?" He hummed in agreement, getting the dishes and beginning to put them in the dishwasher for me.

When he first came back he never helped with that kind of stuff. He claimed it was because he was a prince, but I think he was just afraid of the dishwasher.

I made my way to the couch, looking for a movie to put on. After an eternity, I found an old movie I liked from the fifties.

Arthur was laying across the couch, as I lied in between his legs, my back against his stomach. We watched the movie, not saying much for about half an hour before I turned around, my chest pressed against his. He trailed his fingers through my hair as I leaned down, placing lazy kisses on his cheek, trailing to his jawline and then his neck, sucking slightly on his neck above his collar bone. He hummed quietly and I took my lips away. He opened his eyes questioningly and I chuckled quietly. leaning down once more, I connected our lips. We slowly and lazily made out for some time, with arthur lightly nibbling on my bottom lip and eventually trailing down to my neck and leaving love bites.

I couldn't help but wonder where he learned how to do this. I've had thousands of years of practice and many hookups to help me, but this bloke has been dead for all that time! As we kissed I wondered, in the back of my mind, if ghosts hooked up. I pushed that thought away, realizing not only was it my my business, but I also had no room to judge.

In the first thousand years after Arthur's death, I had many nights with many different women, trying to distract myself from the thoughts I ever had about him. After many years, when it was not a good time for men to be together, I began to experiment with men as well, and found it to be much more enjoyable. and in the last thousand years or so, I have fought with myself countless nights over accepting that females were not for me.

Obviously, in 2018, it is much easier to be gay then it has been in any time i've been alive, but I still have bad thoughts, wondering what's wrong with me.
Arthur snapped me back to reality when he slowly put his hands along my back and began to trail kisses down. I pulled off his shirt, and he would've done the same to me, had I been wearing one.

We must've spent at least half an hour like that, lazily trailing kisses down one another, muttering words of endearment in the others ears, and leaving marks on each other that only we could see.

Eventually, I pulled away and leaned my head upon his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat as though it were words from god. He slipped his hand into my back pants pocket and squeezed slightly, allowing me to let out a soft hum. He always was good at coaxing prayers from my mouth that sounded awfully like his name.

I sighed contently and wrapped my arms around him.

"Lazy days are the best," He muttered.

"Only when they're with you." I replied.