Merlin's Odds 'n Ends Drabbles
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, no way. I'm not the BBC, are you the BBC?
Author: phunkthisnoise
Author's Note: I've got quite a few little drabbles that I've posted over on FF.net. I've decided to start posting them here. Here are the first few.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None for these ones, unless you haven't seen season 2 yet. Then there's spoilers.
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Pet Names
"Hey Arthur, why don't we have pet names for each other?" Merlin asked suddenly on a Sunday afternoon, of which the majority was spent lazing around his flat with Arthur.
"That's a stupid question," Arthur answered, not looking up from the magazine he was reading, his feet kicked up on the coffee table.
"No it's not, it's a very reasonable question I demand to know the answer to," Merlin replied indignantly.
"Fine, I'll call you Snookums Wookums Bear, and you can call me your Solid Rock of Handsome Man," Arthur deadpanned. Merlin was fighting the urge to smile.
"Prat."
"Idiot."
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Freeing the Dragon
Merlin was breathing heavily as he ascended the stairs from the dungeons. He wiped sweat from his brow, and nearly fell as he reached the hall outside of the entrance to the dungeons. It was finally done.
"Merlin! What're you doing?" Merlin jerked at the sound of Arthur's voice, eyes wide.
He was utterly exhausted, and before he knew what he was saying, he said, "I was just freeing the dragon."
Arthur's brows arched way up and he grinned slowly. He took in Merlin's flushed appearance and sweaty forehead and rumpled clothing, "Ohh, is that what they're calling it nowadays?"
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Care; to be concerned or solicitous; have thought or regard.
"What're you reading, Merlin?"
"A book."
"I see that. What book are you reading?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, I would, that's why I'm asking."
"Why do you care, Arthur? You've never cared what I was reading before."
"Maybe I don't care."
"Then why are you asking?"
"I'm curious?"
"Was that a question or a statement?"
"Shut up, just tell me what you're reading."
"A book on how to lance boils that Gaius gave me to study."
"Ew."
"Yeah, are you happy now?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Happy, Merlin."
"Yeah."
"Good, I've shown I care, now kiss me."
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I Don't Dance
"Turn him into a newt," Arthur commanded, looking as serious as his father as he glowered at Merlin.
Merlin looked up from his place on the floor, where he'd been merrily scrubbing away by hand, "Pardon?" he blinked owlishly up at the prince.
"Maybe not a newt, a rabbit. And then I could hunt him. Or maybe a mouse, and we could give him to a kitchen cat," Arthur mused.
"Who are we talking about again?" Merlin asked.
"My father."
"I can't turn the king into a newt!"
"He wants me to dance."
"I've seen you dance. I vote rabbit."