#merleon microfic

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@merleonmicrofics {} prompt: middle of the night {} words: 470 {} shout out to @ceo-of-merleon for inspiring this fic

A sound-a crash-something falling that shouldn't forces him upright. All Merlin can hope is that one of the his flatmates hasn't come back drunk in the middle of the night ready to fuck their flat up and ruin their chances of getting the deposit back.

He groans, climbing out of the warmth and safety of his bed.

Whatever just broke better be fixable and -preferably- alive. At least then he can just drag whoever it is to the ER. Wouldn't be the first, he doubts it'll be the last.

He flicks the hall light on, much to his pupils' protest. Squinting, Merlin takes in the sight of the bathroom door hanging slightly ajar, and in the sliver of the mirror he sees Leon.

That's weird.

Leon doesn't get drunk and come home at any hour of the night.

Merlin pads over, peering through the cracked door, "Leon?"

The blond nearly jumps out of his skin. "Jesus Merlin-" his head sinks down onto the bathroom counter, "since when were you so quiet?"

Merlin pushes the door a bit more to get a better look at the bathroom, concerned more than anything else. Leon must have slipped, if the mess of the bathroom rug was anything to go by.

"Are you alright? You didn't hit your head did you?" Merlin manuvers himself into the bathroom, carefully taking Leon's face into his hands; he inspects Leon's temples, his jaw, and the back of his head before Leon pulls Merlin's hands away.

"I'm fine just my pride," Leon sighs, looking down at the rug that seemed to have won their battle.

Merlin chuckles faintly, "S'alright, the stairs have their go at me all the time."

Leon grins, "Mm, they win a lot, don't they?"

Merlin feels his face go red as he rolls his eyes, "Shut up."

Leon only smirks as he goes to open the door again...except it doesn't budge.

He furrows his brow, trying the handle once more. It rattles, refusing to move.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Merlin deadpans.

"Damn it," Leon drags a hand down his face. "Elyan is across the hall from you, he should hear us-"

"Elyan is back home visiting Gwen, Gwaine and Percival went out. They won't be back till morning," Merlin tries the handle himself, but it doesn't move.

"Of course," Leon clicks his tongue.

"What do we do?" Merlin crosses his arms, leaning back against the sink.

Leon looks all around the cramped space, eyes landing on the bathtub.

"What time is it?"

"I dunno like 1 in the morning?" Merlin shrugs.

He tilts his head to tub, "Wanna check me over? It was a nasty fall."

Merlin goes completely silent for a full minute while he processes what Leon is implying.

"It would be irresponsible," Merlin agrees, pulling Leon in by his waistband.

[girasoligialli]

for @merleonmicrofics | prompt : « middle of the night » | ~570 words

Lancelot wakes up blearily to his phone ringing. Loudly. He glances at the screen. It’s Gwaine.

“Fuck, Gwaine, it’s the middle of the bloody night! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just, er, got locked out of my apartment,”

“Why are you ringing me? Merlin’s the one with the spare key.”

“Well I tried, but it just goes straight to voicemail.”

“His phone’s probably dead. I told him to charge it.” Lancelot sighs, weighing up his options. He could either go across the corridor and wake Merlin, letting him sort out this mess, or – since he has already been rudely awoken – he could let Merlin have an uninterrupted night’s sleep for once, and sort out Gwaine himself.

“Okay,” Lancelot says, semi-regretting his decision, “I’ve got no idea where Merlin keeps your spare key, so I’ll just come and bring you here. You can sleep on the sofa.”

“Thanks, Lance, you’re a lifesaver!”

One brief car journey later, Lancelot is outside Gwaine’s apartment. The man in question, despite having been up all night doing god knows what, still manages to look rather handsome. Well, Lancelot has always been a bit jealous of Gwaine’s hair, which for some reason looks particularly flowing in the cool night breeze.

“Lance!” Gwaine exclaims, pulling his friend into a hug as he exits the car. It’s a nice, warm hug, and if it lasts a minute longer than usual, it’s surely because Gwaine is cold and tired, and grateful for Lancelot coming to help him, nothing more.

“I hope you’ve not been waiting out in the cold for too long,” Lancelot says, opening the passenger door for Gwaine.

“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s invigorating if anything.” Gwaine smiles wryly. “Anyway, what happened is, I’d just got back when I realised I’d dropped my phone on the steps, so I went back out to get it, but I forgot I’d left my keys on the side table. So – locked out. Thank you so much for rescuing me from a night spent on the driveway.”

“It’s no problem, these things happen to the best of us,” Lancelot replies, reversing out of said driveway. They chat aimlessly during the short ride back to Lancelot and Merlin’s apartment, and Lancelot learns that Gwaine’s going up to Scotland next month for his cousin’s wedding. He’s a bit jealous – he’s not been able to travel much recently, what with getting promoted at work and all. He shouldn’t complain, really, but he does miss having the extra free time.

“Here we are,” Lancelot announces as he parks the car. He leads Gwaine up the two flights of stairs to the apartment, and then reaches into his pocket for the key.

“Fuck–”

“What is it?”

“I forgot my bloody key.”

They bang on the door, shouting Merlin’s name, but he’s clearly fast asleep. It’s not long before Gwaine starts laughing at the sheer absurdity of their situation, and soon Lancelot joins in too. It’s reassuringly cathartic.

“So much for you being my knight in shining armour,” Gwaine jokes, bumping Lancelot on the shoulder.

“Well, at least you’re not alone anymore,” Lancelot says, eyes flickering down to Gwaine’s flushed lips.

One thing soon leads to another, and they kiss.

Suddenly being trapped out in the cold together doesn’t seem so bad after all.