I hate mornings
A/N - just a small one shot that came to me while I was watching a Merthur music video. Fluff really, I don't own either Arthur or Merlin, but I whish I did, no they belong to the BBC but if they didn't and they were my creation then they would have been together a long time ago! Anyways on with the story!
Arthur hates mornings, he really does. He hates them because he hates being dragged from his comfortable dreams into the all too real world. He hate climbing out from under the warm covers and placing his feet on the cold stone floor. He hates the birds singing when he is trying to fall back to sleep. He hates it when people wake him up at stupid hours to tell him his father wanted to talk to him. He hates changing from his warm and comfortable clothes that he wore for bed into his cold day clothes. Yes, it's official, Arthur Pendragon hates mornings.
Well, he used too.
Ever since he and Merlin had stopped dancing around their feelings for each other and, as Morgana would say, finally got their act together Arthur didn't mind leaving his dreams for the real world because these days the real world was better than any dream. The stone floors weren't as cold as before because Merlin always seemed to wake up before him and set a fire going to warm the entire room. The birds singing outside didn't bother him because by the time the started singing he and Merlin had been awake for a while just talking, enjoying the only time they got to be truly alone. He secretly loved the scramble to hide Merlin somewhere in his room when one of his fathers messengers knocked on the door. He didn't mind changing his clothes either because Merlin had had them next to the fire to warm.
All in all mornings where Arthur's favourite time of the day, who was I to say he hated mornings? He loved them!
Hope you liked it, it was something that was floating around in my head and wouldn't leave until it was written. Anyways leave a review if you want
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