No Laughing Matter
Author: No Laughing Matter
Rating: PG
Pairings: Merlin/Lancelot
Characters: Lancelot, Merlin
Summary: Merlin is excited to see Lancelot. It doesn't quite go as he planned.
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 366
Prompt: 491 Athletic
Author's Note: written for camelot_drabble
Merlin rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was running late. Which shouldn't come as any surprise since that seemed to be his normal state but today of all days he didn't have the time to be late. After two weeks away Lancelot was finally coming home. As a matter of fact he should be there any minute. At the thought of seeing Lancelot again he began to move faster.
"Ahhhh!" Merlin yelled as he missed the second step and went flying head over heels down the stairs to land in an undignified fashion at the bottom.
"I didn't know you were that athletic."
He raised his head to see Lancelot staring at him with his mouth open and with a look that could only be described as shock. Merlin really wished the use of magic was allowed he would have the floor open open up and swallow him. Or better yet have Lancelot enter the hall to see him gracefully descending the stairs and not crumpled at his feet like some broken doll.
"I tripped." Merlin muttered angrily as he stood and began to run his hands down his hips, outwardly brushing the dust off of his pants but in reality he was checking to make sure no bones were broken.
"Ah." Lancelot bit his lip to keep the laughter at bay. Somehow he knew Merlin wouldn't appreciate the humor in the situation just yet. As soon as he was sure no hint of amusement would escape Lancelot asked, "Where were you going in such a hurry?" A small sound suspiciously like laughter rumbled in his chest but he quickly covered it by a cough
"Don't you dare laugh."
Lancelot shook his head. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Without a word Merlin gathered the shreds of his dignity, turned and began to walk away.
"You still didn't tell me where you were going in such a hurry."
"And I'm not going to either." Merlin retorted angrily as he left the castle.
Lancelot bit back a bark of laughter before he sobered. "Oh come on, Merlin.” He quickly began to chase after the young warlock. “Tell me. I'm not laughing. I promise.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Merlin/Lancelot
Characters: Lancelot, Merlin
Summary: Merlin is excited to see Lancelot. It doesn't quite go as he planned.
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 366
Prompt: 491 Athletic
Author's Note: written for camelot_drabble
Merlin rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was running late. Which shouldn't come as any surprise since that seemed to be his normal state but today of all days he didn't have the time to be late. After two weeks away Lancelot was finally coming home. As a matter of fact he should be there any minute. At the thought of seeing Lancelot again he began to move faster.
"Ahhhh!" Merlin yelled as he missed the second step and went flying head over heels down the stairs to land in an undignified fashion at the bottom.
"I didn't know you were that athletic."
He raised his head to see Lancelot staring at him with his mouth open and with a look that could only be described as shock. Merlin really wished the use of magic was allowed he would have the floor open open up and swallow him. Or better yet have Lancelot enter the hall to see him gracefully descending the stairs and not crumpled at his feet like some broken doll.
"I tripped." Merlin muttered angrily as he stood and began to run his hands down his hips, outwardly brushing the dust off of his pants but in reality he was checking to make sure no bones were broken.
"Ah." Lancelot bit his lip to keep the laughter at bay. Somehow he knew Merlin wouldn't appreciate the humor in the situation just yet. As soon as he was sure no hint of amusement would escape Lancelot asked, "Where were you going in such a hurry?" A small sound suspiciously like laughter rumbled in his chest but he quickly covered it by a cough
"Don't you dare laugh."
Lancelot shook his head. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Without a word Merlin gathered the shreds of his dignity, turned and began to walk away.
"You still didn't tell me where you were going in such a hurry."
"And I'm not going to either." Merlin retorted angrily as he left the castle.
Lancelot bit back a bark of laughter before he sobered. "Oh come on, Merlin.” He quickly began to chase after the young warlock. “Tell me. I'm not laughing. I promise.