Taking Turns
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Taking Turns
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur,
Summary: Merlin isn’t happy with Arthur for drinking poison. At least they got to spend the day at the beach.
Word Count: 200
Camelot_drabble Prompt: Bingo 2021: day at the beach
Author's Notes: unbetaed, From The Labyrinth of Gedref. I want to have 100 word drabbles for all my bingo prompts but this one is a bit longer which is why I posted two.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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When Merlin’s tear-stained face came into focus, Arthur wasn’t paying much attention. His stomach rebelled. His head hurt. It wasn’t until Merlin punched his arm, then pulled him up into a hug that Arthur remembered he should be dead.
When he groaned-the jostling didn’t help his stomach, Merlin smacked him harder. “You cabbagehead. Don’t ever do that again!”
“But I had to lift Anhora’s curse.”
Merlin scowled. “No buts. Next time, I’m drinking the damn poison.”
“We taking turns now?”
“Yes!”
“Merlin, I’m in charge. I decide.”
“I never listen to you. I’m not going to start now.”
Arthur wanted to laugh, but Merlin had his wounded bear face on. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. But if I wasn’t always saving your arse, I’d be bored.”
“We can’t be having that.” Arthur reached over, ruffling Merlin’s hair. “I’m glad you’re here. Anhora was ridiculous.”
“Now that the curse is lifted, can we go for a swim?”
“I don’t want to see your bony behind.”
“Better than a fat one.”
Faux-sputtering, Arthur started pulling off his chainmail. “Race you!”
Merlin won, but Arthur won, too. Because seaside with Merlin was better than stuffy old council meetings any day.
Title: Taking Turns
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur,
Summary: Merlin isn’t happy with Arthur for drinking poison. At least they got to spend the day at the beach.
Word Count: 200
Camelot_drabble Prompt: Bingo 2021: day at the beach
Author's Notes: unbetaed, From The Labyrinth of Gedref. I want to have 100 word drabbles for all my bingo prompts but this one is a bit longer which is why I posted two.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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When Merlin’s tear-stained face came into focus, Arthur wasn’t paying much attention. His stomach rebelled. His head hurt. It wasn’t until Merlin punched his arm, then pulled him up into a hug that Arthur remembered he should be dead.
When he groaned-the jostling didn’t help his stomach, Merlin smacked him harder. “You cabbagehead. Don’t ever do that again!”
“But I had to lift Anhora’s curse.”
Merlin scowled. “No buts. Next time, I’m drinking the damn poison.”
“We taking turns now?”
“Yes!”
“Merlin, I’m in charge. I decide.”
“I never listen to you. I’m not going to start now.”
Arthur wanted to laugh, but Merlin had his wounded bear face on. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. But if I wasn’t always saving your arse, I’d be bored.”
“We can’t be having that.” Arthur reached over, ruffling Merlin’s hair. “I’m glad you’re here. Anhora was ridiculous.”
“Now that the curse is lifted, can we go for a swim?”
“I don’t want to see your bony behind.”
“Better than a fat one.”
Faux-sputtering, Arthur started pulling off his chainmail. “Race you!”
Merlin won, but Arthur won, too. Because seaside with Merlin was better than stuffy old council meetings any day.