My Gold
Original Post
Rating: G
Character/s: Merlin and Arthur
Summary: Arthur can't quite let something go.
Word Count: 175
Prompt: Gold
Disclaimer: Merlin, its take on characters, and its settings are property of the BBC, Shine, Fremantle Media, and any other respective rights-holders. No infringement is intended by this fanwork.
Author's Notes: Set during 4x13, the night that Arthur's still under Merlin's spell.
A tugging around Merlin's midsection brought him awake with a start. His eyes flew open and he tensed to scoot away, when he realized it was Arthur trying to take the pouch that was tied to his belt.
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
After what appeared to be a great deal of thought, Arthur slowly replied, "...nothing...?"
Merlin raised an eyebrow.
Sighing, Arthur admitted, "It's my gold."
"We agreed it would be safer with me," Merlin reminded him.
"Right," Arthur said, a little sadly. "But..."
"'But,' what?"
"But, I like the designs. And what if I need to buy something?"
It was difficult not to burst out laughing, but Merlin managed. "In the middle of the night?"
Arthur contemplated that, finally asking simply, "Please?"
With a small smile, Merlin dug a coin out of the pouch and handed it over. "Here. Now, go to sleep."
After Arthur had settled back down on his side of the campfire, he said in a loud whisper, "Merlin?"
Merlin patiently asked, "Yes, Arthur?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Good night."
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Rating: G
Character/s: Merlin and Arthur
Summary: Arthur can't quite let something go.
Word Count: 175
Prompt: Gold
Disclaimer: Merlin, its take on characters, and its settings are property of the BBC, Shine, Fremantle Media, and any other respective rights-holders. No infringement is intended by this fanwork.
Author's Notes: Set during 4x13, the night that Arthur's still under Merlin's spell.
A tugging around Merlin's midsection brought him awake with a start. His eyes flew open and he tensed to scoot away, when he realized it was Arthur trying to take the pouch that was tied to his belt.
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
After what appeared to be a great deal of thought, Arthur slowly replied, "...nothing...?"
Merlin raised an eyebrow.
Sighing, Arthur admitted, "It's my gold."
"We agreed it would be safer with me," Merlin reminded him.
"Right," Arthur said, a little sadly. "But..."
"'But,' what?"
"But, I like the designs. And what if I need to buy something?"
It was difficult not to burst out laughing, but Merlin managed. "In the middle of the night?"
Arthur contemplated that, finally asking simply, "Please?"
With a small smile, Merlin dug a coin out of the pouch and handed it over. "Here. Now, go to sleep."
After Arthur had settled back down on his side of the campfire, he said in a loud whisper, "Merlin?"
Merlin patiently asked, "Yes, Arthur?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Good night."
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