Morning Sickness
Title: Morning Sickness
Author: kirstielovely
Rating: R(?)
Warnings: Mpreg.
Summary: Title says it all :)
Notes: Sequel to Calm Before the Storm and Early Bird
Six weeks passed since Merlin had started feeling different. He had said nothing to Gaius about his curious illness, and definitely not a word to Arthur. The boy carried on as if everything was normal, and it worked until…
He had woken up just in time. The sun was still low in the sky but he could hear clashes and scrapes from the training field outside, ringing in his ear as loud as the church bell, and the shouts and laughs from knights and peasants alike, like a drill going into his skull. Clutching at his head in attempt to stop the noise, Merlin clambered out of bed and ran to the chamber pot that was sitting faithfully at the side of the bed.
Collapsing to his knees, the warlock began to retch.
Merlin was usually never sick. When he drank exceeding amounts of alcohol, he only ever got pounding headaches in the morning, and they were mainly because of Arthur shouting to get his arse out of bed, in a nice way, of course.
This was different, though.
His stomach contracted and convulsed as he threw up the contents of last night’s meal. The clangs still echoed in his ear. Why wouldn’t they go away? He heard footsteps of a scurrying maid outside, heels clicking onto the stone floor, and closer footsteps heading towards him, before Merlin lowered his head again and gagged.
The stench smell of bile just made him choke and spit, nails digging into the side of the chamber pot and knuckles turning white. His shoulders shook and his throat burned as he rested a cheek against the pot and let out a shaky breath.
Suddenly there was the musical voice that miraculously made everything better. A hand was rubbing soothingly along his quivering back, and a few fingers stroking idly through his floppy hair. Calm words were being whispered into his ear and Merlin forgot to worry, and sighed contentedly.
His stomach no longer hurt, and he drifted into his lover’s arms.
“You’re cold,” Arthur’s voice whispered, “Come back to bed and I’ll fetch Gaius.”
Warning bells rang in Merlin’s head and he jumped up, stomach slopping about in protest, causing Merlin to pale slightly. He shook his head violently. Gaius couldn’t check him over. He can’t find out.
Find out what?
Confusion spread over both the prince and the servant’s features. Merlin was trying to remember what no one could know about him, whilst Arthur was wondering why Merlin wanted no one to know he was sick.
The blond took a step forward and gathered up Merlin in his arms. Merlin shivered a little and was reluctantly led back to the sanctuary of the prince’s bed. Tucking up his lover in the thick sheets, Merlin closed his eyes and sighed. Arthur took the warlock’s hand, linking his fingers like a jigsaw, and watched as his lover drifted back to a place where he needn’t worry.
Arthur was determined to find out the cause of Merlin’s problems.
RED NOSE DAY TODAY GUYS! Do something funny for money ;)
Author: kirstielovely
Rating: R(?)
Warnings: Mpreg.
Summary: Title says it all :)
Notes: Sequel to Calm Before the Storm and Early Bird
Six weeks passed since Merlin had started feeling different. He had said nothing to Gaius about his curious illness, and definitely not a word to Arthur. The boy carried on as if everything was normal, and it worked until…
He had woken up just in time. The sun was still low in the sky but he could hear clashes and scrapes from the training field outside, ringing in his ear as loud as the church bell, and the shouts and laughs from knights and peasants alike, like a drill going into his skull. Clutching at his head in attempt to stop the noise, Merlin clambered out of bed and ran to the chamber pot that was sitting faithfully at the side of the bed.
Collapsing to his knees, the warlock began to retch.
Merlin was usually never sick. When he drank exceeding amounts of alcohol, he only ever got pounding headaches in the morning, and they were mainly because of Arthur shouting to get his arse out of bed, in a nice way, of course.
This was different, though.
His stomach contracted and convulsed as he threw up the contents of last night’s meal. The clangs still echoed in his ear. Why wouldn’t they go away? He heard footsteps of a scurrying maid outside, heels clicking onto the stone floor, and closer footsteps heading towards him, before Merlin lowered his head again and gagged.
The stench smell of bile just made him choke and spit, nails digging into the side of the chamber pot and knuckles turning white. His shoulders shook and his throat burned as he rested a cheek against the pot and let out a shaky breath.
Suddenly there was the musical voice that miraculously made everything better. A hand was rubbing soothingly along his quivering back, and a few fingers stroking idly through his floppy hair. Calm words were being whispered into his ear and Merlin forgot to worry, and sighed contentedly.
His stomach no longer hurt, and he drifted into his lover’s arms.
“You’re cold,” Arthur’s voice whispered, “Come back to bed and I’ll fetch Gaius.”
Warning bells rang in Merlin’s head and he jumped up, stomach slopping about in protest, causing Merlin to pale slightly. He shook his head violently. Gaius couldn’t check him over. He can’t find out.
Find out what?
Confusion spread over both the prince and the servant’s features. Merlin was trying to remember what no one could know about him, whilst Arthur was wondering why Merlin wanted no one to know he was sick.
The blond took a step forward and gathered up Merlin in his arms. Merlin shivered a little and was reluctantly led back to the sanctuary of the prince’s bed. Tucking up his lover in the thick sheets, Merlin closed his eyes and sighed. Arthur took the warlock’s hand, linking his fingers like a jigsaw, and watched as his lover drifted back to a place where he needn’t worry.
Arthur was determined to find out the cause of Merlin’s problems.
RED NOSE DAY TODAY GUYS! Do something funny for money ;)