Title: A headache for Valentine’s
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin, mention of Leon
Summary: Arthur wants to make Valentine’s special but then a migraine hits
Warnings: fluff? Cavity warning?
Word Count: 775
Author's Notes: This should have ended a lot sooner, but somehow the ending wanted to be written like that and it got a lot fluffier than intended. Sowwy?
Thanks to tambear13 for the beta!
Arthur had tried, he really had. The slight headache he had felt when he woke up was kept at bay with some aspirin throughout the morning, but come lunch break, it was threatening to develop into a full-blown migraine. Leon had thrown one look his way and ordered him to pack his stuff.
And as if the light wasn’t bothersome enough, everything was too loud. The noise his computer made while shutting it off, the way Leon shut the door of the car once he’d gotten in, the cars around them, all of those sounds were getting to him, threatening to split his skull apart.
Shoving his aviators up his nose with some effort, Arthur closed his eyes and let Leon manhandle him into the house. The yelling of the neighbours’ kids was not completely muted when the door closed behind them and that Mr. Weatherly across the street was mowing his lawn, which made Arthur want to die.
Yes, he did have some stress lately, stayed up late and worked weekends and preparing something special for Merlin hadn’t been too easy either. It only had been a matter of time before one of these evil migraines hit again. But did it have to be today? He had made arrangements to take Merlin out on a romantic Valentine’s dinner and when they came back home to shower him with candy and roses, the ring he’d bought a while ago tied to one of them. And now he could hardly move, so he let Leon drag him to the bedroom.
The sound of the shades being closed made his stomach revolt, but at least it was dark in the room now. He could have killed Leon for stumbling over the chair that stood by the window, knowing he should be thankful that he brought him here, but the noise was just painful.
He felt Leon loosening his tie, taking his shoes off and spreading a light throw over him before he left the room.
Trying to relax, Arthur was in that too familiar state between being awake and drifting off, his head pounding, when he heard the door open again. He imagined the corners of his lips lifting when he heard whispered words in an ancient language and then…nothing. Aaaaah, silence.
He only registered faintly that someone stripped him out of his suit and tucked him in before he finally fell asleep.
When he woke up, the migraine was gone. He didn’t know how long he’d slept but he felt Merlin pressed against his back and a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey,” a very soft whisper, “how are you? Did the spells work?”
“Good. They worked perfectly, thank you. ” He turned and looked at his love. “Sorry.”
Merlin frowned slightly. “What for?”
Smiling, Merlin put a quick kiss on Arthur’s forehead. “Don’t worry about that. With you, every day is Valentine’s. I’m just happy that you’re feeling better.”
Arthur chuckled. “You big old sap.” He reached over and brushed an imaginary strand of hair off Merlin’s temple. “But there was something important I wanted to ask you tonight and now I can’t.” He scrambled up into a sitting position.
“Migraine made you forget the question?” Merlin teased, his head propped on his hand.
“No, but the setting is wrong.”
“You need a special setting to ask a question?”
“For this question, yes. A special setting and a few props.”
Merlin turned and fumbled around and when he turned back to Arthur he held the rose that had the ring tied to it with a red ribbon. “Looking for this?” He smiled softly.
“The flowers were delivered a few hours ago when you slept. I’m sorry for messing this up by accepting the delivery.”
Arthur took a deep breath and looked at Merlin. “So, what do you say?”
“You didn’t ask the question yet.” Merlin grinned.
Groaning, Arthur reached for Merlin’s hand. “Would you?”
Merlin scrambled up, too. “Would I what?” His eyes sparkled with mirth.
“Oh, come on, don’t make me work for it so hard. Just say yes.”
Merlin scooted closer, tapped the rose against the tip of Arthur’s nose and smiled. “As if you didn’t know the answer.”
“Say it.” Arthur tried to fumble the ring off the rose but never broke eye-contact.
Chuckling, Arthur held the ring between thumb and forefinger and then took another deep breath. “Would you, Merlin Emrys, warlock extraordinaire, adorable idiot, love of my life, do me the honour of…”
He didn’t get further because Merlin had flung his arms around his neck and whispered “Yes” again and again between kisses.