[Obviously, the goal is to write every day of this year of 2016. Anyone who has read any of my other works knows that I might not obtain that goal. Here we go, anyways.
*Please Brit-pick the fuck out of this poor American writer.
*I aim for 10 words, at the very least, per 'chapter.'
*I will follow assumed or self-proclaimed ideas for character birthdays.
*This is my first written fic contributed to the Merlin fandom, please nit-pick the fuck out of it.
*I say 'fuck' a lot, so please leave if language is an issue for you.
*Rated explicit because of the swearing and fuck only knows what vulgar things I'll end up writing.
*Title may change, was thought of on impulse
HAPPY NEW FEARS.
(Yes, you've read that right.)
Disclaimer: I neither own Merlin nor its characters.]
It is the first day of the New Year, once again, and the only difference from the day before is that Merlin's hair has gathered more grease, his nose and throat more snot, and his eyes more crusts. Merlin will still roll over to sleep some more, Arthur will still wake him at one point for sex, then food, or vise versa, and Merlin will still smack him upside the head when Arthur tries to sleep some more afterwards. More importantly, Merlin will easily relent and sleep some more, as well.
