The King in the Cupboard
Word Count: 150
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Merlin, Arthur; implied Arthur/Gwen
Summary: Merlin doesn't know what to expect when he investigates strange noises coming from a cupboard...
Disclaimer: The show and its version of Arthurian characters/places isn't mine; I'm just playing. :)
Notes: Written for ag_fics Mini Challenge Two (50-150-word fics). Prompt: Merlin hears the strangest sounds from the other side of the wall in his little chambers. It's a mystery until he uses his eyes instead of his ears... Theme: Mystery
People frequently utilized the storage cupboard on the other side of Merlin's wall for assignations. He was reluctantly familiar with an array of resultant sounds; this voice, however, was oddly different. After a couple of weeks, enough was enough.
Aware that he might see something he'd rather not, Merlin nonetheless went over and flung the cupboard door open--
--and saw Arthur sitting there, muttering and cursing as he accidentally poked himself with a needle.
"You're mending a sock." Merlin was unable to stifle a laugh.
Arthur glared at him. "Guinevere is insisting upon doing some chores, instead of having servants do them. But, the queen of Camelot is not going to stitch up holes in my clothes."
"So, the king's doing it, instead?" Merlin smiled warmly.
"Actually, Merlin, it's your newest task."
When Arthur started to stand, Merlin backed away with a grin. "Oh, no. This is all yours, Sire."
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Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Merlin, Arthur; implied Arthur/Gwen
Summary: Merlin doesn't know what to expect when he investigates strange noises coming from a cupboard...
Disclaimer: The show and its version of Arthurian characters/places isn't mine; I'm just playing. :)
Notes: Written for ag_fics Mini Challenge Two (50-150-word fics). Prompt: Merlin hears the strangest sounds from the other side of the wall in his little chambers. It's a mystery until he uses his eyes instead of his ears... Theme: Mystery
People frequently utilized the storage cupboard on the other side of Merlin's wall for assignations. He was reluctantly familiar with an array of resultant sounds; this voice, however, was oddly different. After a couple of weeks, enough was enough.
Aware that he might see something he'd rather not, Merlin nonetheless went over and flung the cupboard door open--
--and saw Arthur sitting there, muttering and cursing as he accidentally poked himself with a needle.
"You're mending a sock." Merlin was unable to stifle a laugh.
Arthur glared at him. "Guinevere is insisting upon doing some chores, instead of having servants do them. But, the queen of Camelot is not going to stitch up holes in my clothes."
"So, the king's doing it, instead?" Merlin smiled warmly.
"Actually, Merlin, it's your newest task."
When Arthur started to stand, Merlin backed away with a grin. "Oh, no. This is all yours, Sire."
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