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me writing whump

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Me falta el desmayo de Lopetegui, pero bien.

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POV: You are Wilbur soot and you are about to watch tommyinnit get his ass beat. By who, you don’t know, but you’re gonna watch it happen 

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TECHNO TALKS LIKE AN ENGLISH TEACHER THIS EXCHANGE WAS TOO POWERFUL

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What the fuck is this magnificent monstrosity?

LMAO- I'm losin' my shit over this

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I don’t blame Techno for running from Bad, he can come off intimidating at first...

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bruh i had no idea mcyt community was active on tumblr

anyways have my art dump

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THIS. TOOK ME SO LONG. BUT HEY. I NEEDED THIS

basically references i made for myself so i can keep track of the style i chose for each of them and for the sake of consistency! nothing more, nothing less!

10/11/2020 - 10/12/2020

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This thread makes me so happy. Their friendship is so amazing

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[In the kitchen, as the stove is set on fire.]

Sapnap: Shit, we need an adult.

Bad: We ARE adults!

Sapnap, mortified: oh fuck.

Bad: We need an ADULT-ER ADULT, GO GET DREAM!

Sapnap: none of us are qualified for a situation like this, Bad.

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This is the best thing I have seen after discovering fanfiction 

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The longer you stare the funnier it gets

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Song: Killer Queen by Queen

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Alec Hardy sickfic

Alec groaned. He had a horrible headache, but he still had loads of files to look through. Headaches weren't new to him, but they hadn't gotten so bad in the last few years. It was half past eleven, so he was alone in the station. The workday had ended many hours ago, but Miller had had left only couple of minutes ago. She didn't want to leave Hardy alone (and she was willing to leave only because Hardy said that he would go home too), but she had to go home. She knew that Tom had put Fred to bed, but she still had to go home to his boys. The headache was only getting worse. In the begging it was just annoying, but now when he moved his head too fast to compare to files, there were black dots on his vision. He groaned again and put his head into his hands and hoped that the throbbing pain and the dizziness would just magically disappear. Sadly, that didn't happen. *** Ellie was almost at home, when she touched her pocket and felt that her phone wasn't there. For a second, she panicked, but when she thought about it, she didn't remember grabbing her phone from her desk. She sighed, turned around and started walking back to the station. She was relived when she saw that there was still a light on in the station. Then she felt angry. Hardy had said that he would go home too. She really didn't believe him but she still had some hope that the bastard would take her advice. She scoffed and stepped into the station. *** Hardy heard the station's door open. He looked up, but that made his vision go black. He groaned and blinked and luckily for him, his vision returned to normal. He really didn't want to see anyone at the moment. "Who's there?" he asked with an annoyed tone and loudly. The volume of his voice made him flinch. "It's me, El-Miller." was the answer to his question and soon the DS stood in the doorway. "What are you doin' here?" he asked her. "I forgot my phone." Ellie said and looked at him with a sharp look. He instantly knew that a lecture was on it's way. Ellie fried him with her gaze for a few more seconds, before opening her mouth. "You said you would go home." Ellie said with a very strict tone. "I will" Hardy said after leaning back in his seat, "You should go home, Millah, the boys are waiting for you" he added while rubbing his eyes. "Oh, don't worry, I already sent Tom a text saying: 'I'm going to be a bit late, forgot my phone to the station and now boss is being a knob' " Ellie told him with a sarcastic smile. Hardy shot her a glare, but didn't say anything at first. After a few more moments of silence, Hardy just said: " Just go home, Millah" "I'm not leaving before you are." she said in a tone that left no room for arguing. Hardy decided to play the boss card: "It's an order. And I'm your boss." He said and crossed his arms on his chest. "Well, technically, the it's past working time, so right now you aren't my boss." Ellie shot back, "You are my friend." she added quietly. Hardy looked like someone had slapped him with a fish. That definitely did not bring the results he was hoping for. He sighed and leaned forward in his seat, resting his hands on the table. "I'm fine, Millah, but you should-" "I already told you, I'm not leaving without you." now it was her time to cross her arms, "And you look like you could use some good night sleep. And a proper meal. And a day off." She wasn't wrong. Hardy did look (and feel) terrible. He was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. He was also awfully thin. "Shut up" was all he could spit back at her. He stood up, but that was a very bad idea. Ellie saw how all the color drained from his face (although she thought that it was not possible to get any paler than he already was) and how his eyes rolled back. She barely managed to catch him, before he landed face first on the floor. Well, the phrase 'managed to catch' is a bit off. It came so suddenly, the she just went down with him, but it definitely was a softer landing for him. "Hardy?! Hey, can you hear me?" Ellie started to panic. She was in the station floor, int he middle of the night, and her boss was unconscious on her lap. For a second, she thought that his pacemaker had stopped working, but when she checked his pulse, everything seemed normal. She gently lowered his head to the ground and stood up. She moved his chair under his feet and ran to the kitchen to get some water. When she returned, Hardy was already trying to get up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sit down!" Ellie said as she ran to his side. She put the water on the table and pushed him down. Normally, he would've fought her, but right now he was too weak for that. "'m fine, Millah." he protested. "I think you need to check the definition of 'fine', because yours is very far off." she said and handed him the glass. His hands were shaking too hard and he spilled half of the glass on his shirt. Ellie took the glass back from him. "Here." she said as she put the glass to his lips. At first, he looked hesitant, but soon he accepted her help. "So, you want to tell me what that was about?" she asked after a moment of silence. "It was nothing" he said back and ran a hand over his face. "Okay, first, again, check the definition and second, as you can probably guess, I'm not satisfied with that answer." she said while standing over him like an angry mom. Hardy knew that she wan't going to leave until he told her the whole story. "Sometimes I get headaches and sometimes they are strong enough to knock me out." he explained, but didn't move his gaze from the ground. "And this was one of those times?" she asked sympathetically. He just nodded. "And how are you feeling now?" she asked and squatted next to him. "Still a bit dizzy, but I'm okay and you can go now" he aid quietly. "Yes, I will go and so will you. Do you think you can stand?" She rested her hand on his arm. Hardy groaned, but got up. He was swaying, but remained upright. "Okay, is you car here?" she asked as she guided him to the chair and sat him down. "Yes?" he said unsurely and watched as she cleaned his desk and gathered his belongings. "Okay, is that all you need from here?" she asked after she's done with the desk. He nods. "Alright, then we can go." she said and brought him his coat. He stood up and she started to help him get his coat on. "I can do this, 'm not a child" he says with an annoyed tone. "Better safe, than sorry. I don't need you to pass out on me again." she said but took a step back. When he was done, they left the station and locked it up. Hardy tried to get into the driver's seat, but Ellie stopped him. "What are you doin' ?" he asked her. "Putting you into the passenger's seat, obviously." she said and shoved him to the passenger's door. He was too tired to argue with her so he just got in. They drove in silence to Hardy's house. She helped him out of the car and into the house. Then she sat him down on the sofa. "You happy now?" he asked and glared at her. "Yeah, well, happier than I was before. Would you like some tea?" she asked as she took her jacket off. "No, I think I'll just go to bed, so you can go now, if you want." he answered. But it wasn't that kind of statement that secretly meant get-the-f*ck-out-of-my-house-I-want-to-be-alone, it was more like I-want-you-to-stay-but-I-know-you-have-to-go. He didn't like to admit it, but he enjoyed her company. "I thought I'd stay here, actually. If you don't mind, of course." she said quietly, not 100% sure she got the right message out of Hardy's statement. "But Tom and wee Fred?" Hardy asked softly. "I already told Tom that I'm going to spend the night here and that he has to take care of Fred. He answered 'OK' and a winky face, don't know what that was about. "Teenagers and their modern technology." Hardy answered, "Daisy uses a lot of those...what are they called? Emojis? She uses a lot of those too." Thank God, that they were boomers enough to not understand the meaning behind Tom's message. Otherwise the whole evening would've been very awkward. After a moment Ellie spoke up. "So, I guess I'll take the sofa, then" "Yeah." Hardy said and got up. He went to his bedroom and returned with some pillows and a blanket and gave them to Ellie. She nodded than thank you and started to make her bed. While Ellie did that, Hardy went to the kitchen and took 2 tablets of Ibuprofen. When he returned Ellie was already done making her bed. "Good night, Millah.... and, um, thank you..for.. bringing me home, I guess." Hardy said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Good night and that's what friends are for." Ellie said with a warm smile. Hardy smiled back at her and disappeared into his bedroom. Ellie turned the lights off and closed her eyes, but the smile was still there.

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Crowley whumpfic? (Good Omens)

A/N: Another fic, another fandom! Also I know it’s kinda crap, I was tired and not in the mood when I wrote it.

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Crowley was late.

If it would be any other occasion, he would have cancelled or shown up fashionably late. But it wasn’t any other occasion. It was his dinner with Aziraphale in the Ritz.

You may ask why he was late. Well, one moment he was exactly on time, and the next he looked at his watch and realized that he had been fixing his hair for way too long.

So now he was 15 minutes late and he was trying to lock the door. With a key. He was panicking too much to think that he could just do it with his magic. When he finally got the door locked, he turned quickly around and started to go down the stairs.

But because he was in such a hurry and miscalculated the step’s location, so he stepped too far. Then there was a loud “SHIT!” and then the stairway went quiet.

If someone would’ve come there, they would’ve found an unconscious demon laying at the bottom of the stairs with his long limbs in all awkward directions.

***

Aziraphale waited. And waited. But Crowley was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t like Crowley to miss their dinners. And even if he had to miss (which were extremely rare cases) he would call or at least text Aziraphale before.

It had been half an hour since they had to meet up and Aziraphale started to worry.

It’s probably nothing, thought Aziraphale, maybe he just... forgot. That thought made Aziraphale kinda sad.

He tried calling Crowley, but he didn’t answer. Now Aziraphale really started to worry.

He decided that he would go to Crowley’s flat to check on him. He just hoped that the demon was just asleep or something. He didn’t want to think about that maybe some demon had dragged him to hell and was torturing him.

No, that can’t be the case, thought Aziraphale, but he wasn’t sure that this thought calmed him. His pace quickened and soon Crowley’s flat building came into his view.

Aziraphale was climbing up the stairs when suddenly he saw a lump at the bottom of the stairs. He quickly walked over to the lump. He gasped when he saw that the lump was Crowley.

“Crowley! Do you hear me?!” Aziraphale asked as he kneeled over the unconscious demon. “Crowley?” he asked again and put his fingers onto the demon’s neck. He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding when he felt that the demon still had a pulse.”

“Crowley, dear, can you hear me?” Aziraphale asked once again. The demon stirred.

“Crowley, are you okay?” the angel asked the demon, who had sat up and was clutching his head.

“..Whot..?” Crowley breathed out and looked around confused. His eyes landed on Aziraphale.

“’Ziraph’le?” he slurred out and squinted at the angel.

“Yes, dear. It’s me, I’m here” Aziraphale said reassuringly as he moved closer to Crowley.

Aziraphale had read that sometimes when humans fell and hit their head, they might get a concussion. He had also read about the symptoms. He wasn’t sure if angels and demons could get concussions, but he decided to check the demon for symptoms. 

“Okay, Crowley, can you tell me where you are?” Aziraphale asked softly.

Crowley wanted to look around, but when he turned his head, a sharp pain shot trough it and he grabbed his head between his hands. He let out a quiet groan.

“Crowley, are you alright?” Aziraphale asked him with a concerned voice.

“My head” Crowley said quietly and made a grimace.

“I know, it hurts. Try to move your head as little as possible, but still, dear, can you tell me where you are?” Aziraphale tried again.

“Uhm...my flat building?” Crowley said unsurely.

“That’s correct. Now, do you remember what happened?” Aziraphale asked as he put his hand on Crowley’s knee.

“I...um...I-I....I don’t know” Crowley said sadly.

“It’s okay, can you look me into the eye now, dear?” Aziraphale asked softly.

“Why?” Crowley asked in return.

“I want to see your eyes” Aziraphale said back to the sad looking demon.

“But my eyes are ugly” Crowley said sadly and looked down.

“Your eyes are very beautiful, my dear” Aziraphale said in a sweet tone.

“You really think so?” Crowley asked Aziraphale and raised his head.

“Yes, dear, but I still need to see them” Aziraphale said, “Do you mind staying still for a moment?” he continued.

Crowley looked Aziraphale straight into his eyes and he saw that Crowley’s usually thin pupils were different width. One of them was really thin and the other was quite wide.

“Oh,dear, it looks like you have a concussion. Crowley, are you feeling alright?” the angel asked when he saw that the demon was extremely pale.

Crowley was quiet for about 2 seconds and then threw up all over himself, Aziraphale and the staircase.

“Oh,dear” Aziraphale said. Not because he would’ve thought that it was disgusting, but because it happened so suddenly.

Crowley gagged and threw up for two more minutes and then leaned onto the clean part of the staircase. He was exhausted.

“‘m sorry” he mumbled.

“There is no need to apologize, you can’t help such things” Aziraphale said reassuringly and with a snap of his fingers everything was cleaned up.

“Can you miracle my concussion away too?” Crowley asked with a hopeful voice.

“I’m so sorry, dear, but I can’t, I have already tried.” Aziraphale said with a sad voice. Crowley sighed to that.

“Okay, let’s get you to your flat. Can you walk?” Aziraphale asked as he got up.

“Umm...not sure, I can try, though” Crowley said as he stood up while using the railing for support.His knees buckled and Aziraphale caught him before he could hit the ground again.

“Okay, maybe I need a little bit of support” Crowley said and chuckled.

They went up the stairs. Crowley supported himself with the railing and Aziraphale held one of his hand on Crowley’s side and the other one below his elbow. 

They got into the flat and Aziraphale sat Crowley down on the sofa.

“I’ll be right back” Aziraphale said and went to the kitchen. Crowley’s eyelids almost slipped closed.

“Crowley, you can’t sleep right now, here take these. They’ll help you with your headache” Aziraphale said and gave Crowley two white tablets and a glass of water.

Crowley took the tablets and drank the whole glass of water. “Why can’t I go to sleep?” He asked Aziraphale, who clearly had more experience with human’s injuries and stuff.

“A person with concussion shouldn’t go to sleep before symptoms as dilated pupils and trouble walking are gone” Aziraphale said proudly. He really was proud of himself for remembering how to treat someone with concussion.

“I’m fine, angel” Crowley said with his most confident voice. At least he was starting to act like his old self, so that was good.

“But I can’t let you go to sleep yet” Aziraphale said to him, “Right now you need to rest, but not sleep.”

“Well, if I can’t go to sleep, can you, I don’t know, maybe sit with me? You don’t need to do that if you don’t want to” Crowley said awkwardly, but his eyes were as pleading as snake eyes can be and Aziraphale just couldn’t say no.

“Of course, dear” answered Aziraphale and sat down next to Crowley. But Crowley turned himself so he would lay down on the sofa with his head on Aziraphale’s lap. Aziraphale blushed at that, but started to gently stroke Crowley’s hair.

“I’m sorry I ruined our dinner” Crowley said after a while.

“It’s okay, we can just have it at some other time. Friday, maybe?” Aziraphale said softly.

“That sound nice” Crowley said back.

So there they sat, an angel and a demon, with the demon’s head on the angels lap and chatted about God/Satan knows what.

When it was completely dark outside and Crowley’s eyes were back to normal (as normal as his eyes would go), the angel and the demon went to the bedroom, even though they really didn’t need to sleep. It was the first time Aziraphale spent the night over at Crowley’s place and Aziraphale was happy that he could spend it cuddling with his clumsy demon.

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Merlin sickfic

A/N: That is the longest one yet! About 1,800 words! Also it took me like 2 hours to write it. 

Also Idk if I should mention it, but I don’t own Merlin.

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The knights went on a hunting trip. Of course they had Merlin with because someone had to take care of the horses and make the food and wash the dishes and collect firewood. You get the point.

It was supposed to be a quite long trip. Emphasis on the supposed to.

It was the evening of the first day. They had caught a few rabbits, so that was their dinner. Merlin made some rabbit stew and started to pass it out to the knights.

“Oi! Give me some more, will you?” That was Gwaine “I’m hungry as a horse!”

“Yes, Gwaine, here you go!” Merlin looked into the pot. There was very little of the stew left and he hadn’t had the chance to eat yet.

“Well, if you are sharing it like that, you can give me some more too!” Percival said.

“There you go, Percival!” The stew looked delicious and Merlin hadn’t had anything else than some porridge for breakfast the whole day.

But then Leon spoke up: “Do you mind giving me some more as well?” Of course Merlin gave him some and then realized that there wasn’t anything left in the pot. He didn’t get anything. Again.

“Merlin, go feed and water the horses and when you are done with that you can go and wash the dishes in the river” Arthur was the one to give him those orders.

“Yes,sire” said Merlin and then left to take care of the horses. When he got back, the knights were already sleeping.

Merlin sighed, picked up the dishes and started walking towards the river. When he got there, it was almost completely dark outside. Merlin started with the plates or bowls, whatever you want to call those. When he was done with the plates he started to wash the pot, but then the ladle fell into the river. He tried to grab it, but fell into the river as well. The water was freezing. He was soaking wet, but he quickly got up and grabbed the ladle. He finished washing the pot and went back to the camp. He was shivering and sneezing and he really hoped that he won’t catch cold. Arthur already thought that he was a fool and when he would tell him that he fell into the river, he would think that he was completely useless. So Merlin just laid down next to what was left of the fire and hoped for the best.

Merlin couldn’t really sleep that night. He was cold and the ‘bed’ was really uncomfortable. He woke up so many times that after about the 15th time he didn’t even bother to go back to sleep. His head was killing him and his throat was sore, but he couldn’t sleep anyways so what was the point?

So instead he prepared the breakfast. He’s stomach growled loudly and that reminded him that he hadn’t eaten for nearly 24 hours. The others were still asleep so he hoped that he is going to be able to eat this time. He made the porridge and just as he was about to put the spoon into his mouth, Arthur called him:

“Merlin, why didn’t you wake us or tell us that the breakfast is ready?” And with that Arthur walked over to him and grabbed the plate from his hands. Arthur had already woken the other knights and now they were there with their plates.

Merlin sighed and gave them all of the porridge. He knew he couldn’t have any anyways. While the others ate, Merlin went to feed the horses. While he was doing that he started to cough really hard. He tried to be as quiet as possible. He looked around. Luckily no-one had heard him coughing.

Suddenly, he felt really dizzy and he had to lean against a tree. He sunk to the ground and panted. Black dots were dancing across his vision.

“Merlin! We don’t have all day! Get up and feed the bloody horses!” Of course now Arthur was there.

“Yes....sire” Merlin said, still panting. Arthur furrowed his brows, but didn’t make a big deal out of it and left.

Merlin got up and stumbled over to the horses. He fed them, collected himself and went back to the camp.

Arthur was already ready to give him orders again: “Merlin, collect our things, we’re riding in 10 minutes.”

“Yes, sir” Merlin answered this time normally and started to pack their things. He still wasn’t feeling very well, but he kept his mouth shut.

After 10 minutes, they were all on their horses. Arthur was riding in front, behind him were Percival and Elyan, after them was Leon and behind him were Gwaine and Lancelot. Merlin was last, because he had hard time even staying on his horse. He was breathing heavily, he felt that he was sweating. The knights swam in front of his eyes and their voices were muffled.

Arthur noticed that Merlin was barely able to sit on his horse, so he gave the lead to Percival and slowed his horse down, so soon he was riding next to Merlin. He was pale, but the dark circles under his eyes were very dark. He was covered in sweat and he was leaning onto his horse’s neck.

“Merlin, are you alright?” Arthur asked him.

Merlin could barely hear him. He wanted to look at Arthur, but he didn’t have enough energy. Finally, with big effort he turned his head toward Arthur, but he could barely make out a horse and Arthur’s red cape. But still he gave Arthur a small smile. Then he remembered, that he said something and because he expected that it was that type of question he slurred something

“yea....i’mf’ne” He wasn’t even sure if he actually said anything, but he hoped that he did.

Arthur wasn’t convinced, though. “You don’t look very good”

The usual, cheery Merlin would’ve said something like “Well, you’re not my type either” but right now “...mhm...” was all he could say. Now he’s blurry vision started to fade to black on the edges. He felt that he let go of the halter and then he felt himself falling. He heard someone shout something right before his vision went completely black.

Arthur instantly jumped off of his horse and ran to Merlin’s side. He put his hand on Merlin’s forehead and felt that it was burning hot. Now all the other knight were there too.

“We need to get him back to Camelot!” said Arthur.

“What even happened asked Gwaine, who was actually worried.

“He has a very high fever and he passed out” answered Arthur.

“What about the trip? asked Leon.

“Forget the trip!” shouted Arthur “He’s sick and we are going back to Camelot!” And with that he picked Merlin up and put him onto his horse. He felt weirdly light. Did he even eat anything yesterday? Thoughts were running through Arthur’s head, but he was snapped back to reality, when the others shoved him towards his horse. They had already strapped Merlin to his horse.

They rode to Camelot as fast as possible. When they arrived, Percival picked Merlin up and carried him to Gaius’ chamber. Luckily, Gaius was there.

“What happened to him?” Gaius asked as soon as he saw Merlin.

“We don’t know. All we know is that he has a very high fever” Arthur said as Percival laid him down on his bed.

“Oh dear, that is a high fever” Gaius said as he put his hand on Merlin’s forehead.

“But he will be alright, right?” asked Arthur with a hint of panic in his voice. Luckily no-one seemed to notice.

“Yes, don’t worry, my lord. It was a right choice that you brought him here. If his fever would’ve gotten any higher, he might wouldn’t have made it.” said Gaius as he put a cold rag on Merlin’s forehead. Merlin stirred in his sleep.

“Take care of him” Arthur said to Gaius and started to walk away. As he turned around, he saw that all the other knights were already gone.

“Arthur?” someone asked in a quiet voice. It was Merlin. Arthur instantly turned around and walked to the side of Merlin’s bed. “Yes?” he asked.

“Thank you” said Merlin with a barely audible voice.

Arthur smiled. “ Of course” he said to half asleep Merlin. “Get well soon.”

“Mhm” said Merlin as he rolled over on his bed.

Arthur nodded Gaius good bye and walked out of the chamber, still smiling.

***

After a few days, Merlin was feeling better and he was back on his job.

“Hey, Merlin, how are you feeling?” Arthur asked him, as he walked into Arthur’s room.

“Better, thank you” Merlin said and felt a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“So,” Arthur started, “You want to tell me what happened?”

Merlin froze. Should he tell him? It could make him look like a fool. But maybe he should confront his issue?

“Merlin?” Arthur snapped Merlin out of his thoughts.

But now tears were stinging in Merlin’s eyes. He turned his back to Arthur.

“It was nothing, sire” Merlin tried to speak with a confident voice, but he failed miserably.

“Merlin, you can tell me what happened” Arthur said with as friendly voice as possible. He walked next to Merlin. He saw his teary eyes and now Arthur was very confused.

“Merlin” Arthur said in the softest voice Merlin had ever heard him use “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I fell into a river” Merlin said with a guilty voice and looked at his feet.

Arthur looked at him with a surprised face, but continued with the soft voice. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You would’ve thought that I was completely useless fool, who couldn’t do anything.” Now the tears were falling freely.

“Merlin” Arthur said as he lifted Merlin’s chin so he would look him into the eye. “I don’t think you are a fool. And even when I say that you are, I never mean it, it’s just a friendly bickering. I think that you are the most selfless, loyal, brave and overall the best servant I have ever seen” Arthur smiled and swiped the tears away from Merlin’s cheeks.

“Come here” Arthur said and brought Merlin into a hug. Now they both smiled.

“I still need you to muck out the horses, though” Arthur said and ruffled Merlin’s hair.

“Yes, sire” said Merlin and started walking towards the doors.

“Merlin?” Arthur called after him.

Merlin turned around. “Yes?”

“If I hear, that you have told someone that I’ve gone soft, I’ll have in stocks” Arthur said with a sharp look.

“Don’t worry, I won’t” Merlin answered him and made his way out of the room.