Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match - part 1
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match part 1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary:. Two fairies, the evil twins Merlin called them, were hell-bent on matchmaking their way through Camelot. Unfortunately, their first targets were Merlin and Arthur.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 427
Camelot_drabble # 557: Exhaustion
Author’s notes: this was silly.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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The truth about fairies was nothing like the reality that Merlin had to deal with. It was exhausting.
Most people thought of them as cute little flying creatures, spreading fairy dust and dreams across the meadows, their laughter tinkling in the dusk, their luminous little wings lighting up the forests as they danced in the wind or hid inside bright flower buds.
Nothing could be further from the truth. They were evil pint-sized monsters, heckling Merlin every time he entered the woods, asking him about this, that or the other, wanting to know every little detail of his life. But mostly they nattered on and on to him about Arthur.
When was he going to reveal his magic? How soon before he told Arthur how much he loved him? Was he going to call himself Emrys forever or keep on with that silly bird name?
And worse, mentioning that he wasn’t getting any younger and how a sweet young thing like himself should just go for it before he was too old and grey to function properly.
Function properly.
Merlin had to roll his eyes at that. Merlin could function perfectly well, thank you very much.
They should mind their own damn business.
Although, honestly, most of them were all right. The older ones had other things to do, real jobs like getting mushrooms to grow properly or making sure the apple blossoms opened in time to waft their delicious scent into the air.
But Helga and Hortense, he called them the evil twins inside his head, were nosy as hell.
As soon as he entered the woods, they would pull on his hair, claiming to fix it properly, then rearrange his neckerchief so that it hung low across his collarbone, and heaven forbid that he’d have a speck of dust on him.
They said that they were just trying to help but it was like fighting an octopus or some monster from Gaius’s books. Both of them handsy with trying to fix his clothing or his hair or anything else they could touch. And then giggling about it.
It was worse when he was hunting with Arthur. At least, they ignored the arse while he could actually see them. But at night, pratface snoring away, the evil twins would ruffle Arthur’s hair or whisper something in his ear that Merlin couldn’t hear but was probably nefarious or maybe profane.
And the next day, without fail, Arthur would look at him strangely, then give him extra chores that involved a lot of bending over.
Merlin was exhausted.
Title: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match part 1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary:. Two fairies, the evil twins Merlin called them, were hell-bent on matchmaking their way through Camelot. Unfortunately, their first targets were Merlin and Arthur.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 427
Camelot_drabble # 557: Exhaustion
Author’s notes: this was silly.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/
The truth about fairies was nothing like the reality that Merlin had to deal with. It was exhausting.
Most people thought of them as cute little flying creatures, spreading fairy dust and dreams across the meadows, their laughter tinkling in the dusk, their luminous little wings lighting up the forests as they danced in the wind or hid inside bright flower buds.
Nothing could be further from the truth. They were evil pint-sized monsters, heckling Merlin every time he entered the woods, asking him about this, that or the other, wanting to know every little detail of his life. But mostly they nattered on and on to him about Arthur.
When was he going to reveal his magic? How soon before he told Arthur how much he loved him? Was he going to call himself Emrys forever or keep on with that silly bird name?
And worse, mentioning that he wasn’t getting any younger and how a sweet young thing like himself should just go for it before he was too old and grey to function properly.
Function properly.
Merlin had to roll his eyes at that. Merlin could function perfectly well, thank you very much.
They should mind their own damn business.
Although, honestly, most of them were all right. The older ones had other things to do, real jobs like getting mushrooms to grow properly or making sure the apple blossoms opened in time to waft their delicious scent into the air.
But Helga and Hortense, he called them the evil twins inside his head, were nosy as hell.
As soon as he entered the woods, they would pull on his hair, claiming to fix it properly, then rearrange his neckerchief so that it hung low across his collarbone, and heaven forbid that he’d have a speck of dust on him.
They said that they were just trying to help but it was like fighting an octopus or some monster from Gaius’s books. Both of them handsy with trying to fix his clothing or his hair or anything else they could touch. And then giggling about it.
It was worse when he was hunting with Arthur. At least, they ignored the arse while he could actually see them. But at night, pratface snoring away, the evil twins would ruffle Arthur’s hair or whisper something in his ear that Merlin couldn’t hear but was probably nefarious or maybe profane.
And the next day, without fail, Arthur would look at him strangely, then give him extra chores that involved a lot of bending over.
Merlin was exhausted.