poll drabbles
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casualtheatrics2I made a poll the other day, and offered people a drabble if they filled it in. Seven lovely people requested drabbles, and so here they are. I have already posted some of these in the comments, but they're all here together to keep things neat. (Also, I failed at the sticking to 100 words thing.)
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inspiredlife
Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU, 99 words
prompt: mittens
“Why are your hands so cold?”
“Because it’s snowing outside, and I have to leave the warm, warm flat to go to work.”
“Get some gloves?”
“I hate gloves. I feel like my fingers are being kept apart by their divisive nature. They might rebel.”
“Well, you need something.”
Merlin shrugged and turned back to the TV. “I don’t know what else there is to wear.”
Arthur frowned at Merlin’s disinterest.
*
“Here.”
“What’s that?”
“Mittens. They’ll keep your hands warm, and they have no separators to cause anarchy between your fingers.”
“Arthur, you’re a genius!”
“I know.”
Forgiecast
Morgana, canon, based on ep 3x11 (spoilers), 100 words
prompt: blush
She fights down the heat that flares in her cheeks when Uther corrects her and tells her that Arthur should have rightfully won. The smear of red across her cheekbones will give away her fury at being so publicly reprimanded - although Uther’s tone is light, she feels the sharp rebuttal like a blow to her stomach.
When she regains her composure, she clinks her goblet against Uther’s and smiles at him, red lips again the only colour on her pale face. Soon, he will blush with shame whilst she smirks, victorious, at the head of the table.
Forwinterstorrm
Arthur/Merlin, modern!spy!AU, crackish, 114 words
prompt: incognito
“The hovercraft is full of eels!”
“What?”
“Never mind,” the fey young woman blushed and slithered away to the next bar patron.
“The hovercraft is full of eels?” she said uncertainly to the next gentleman.
“Sorry?”
The girl blushed and slunk away to the next man.
“The hovercraft...is...full of eels?” she stuttered out.
The man quirked his lips in amusement. “Am I supposed to punch you in the face now?”
The girl sighed and sank into the seat next to him. “Thank God. Arthur, is this deception really necessary?”
“Absolutely vital.”
“Because you like to see me in a dress.”
“Well done, Merlin, you’re learning! We’ll make an agent of you yet!”
Forhecate_666
Merlin/Arthur, 160 words, puppy!Arthur
prompt: puppy
The alleyway was cold in the winter. Arthur didn’t like it. The weather was turning chilly and soon, the wet, freezing blobs would splash on his nose and make him shiver.
Morgana, the alleyway’s cat, told him to behave more “pitifully”, in the hopes that someone would take him to the place known as ‘home’ - Arthur didn’t know what ‘home’ was, but it sounded lovely: tastys and warms and snuggles and something called a rug - these things made people happy and could be found at ‘home’, Morgana said. But Arthur was too proud to whimper and drag his tail.
And then Merlin came. He was lanky and had thin fingers that felt as cold as Arthur’s nose. But he had a snuggly and Arthur could feel the man’s heart beating when Merlin squished him against his chest.
He lifted up his nose and howled, before fixing Merlin with a pitiful, mournful stare.
“Let’s get you home,” Merlin chuckled.
Forcathsith
Arthur & Merlin, kids!modern!AU, 109 words
prompt: kilt
The two boys sniggered together as they watched the wedding party process into the church. From their perch on the fence opposite, they watched as all the pretty ladies in their fine hats entered, and were now highly amused by the Scottish groom and his ushers.
“They’re wearing skirts!” the dark-haired one snorted.
“Like girls do!” the blonde one guffawed. He offered the bag of jelly babies back to his friend. “Jelly baby, Merlin?”
“Thanks, Arthur,” Merlin took a sweet and chewed it thoughtfully. They fell into a companionable quiet, until Arthur snorted and said, “Do you think they have to wear girls’ knickers too?”
Forzafra
Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU, 109 words
prompt: lollipop
Arthur watched as the bright-red, cinnamon sweet slid between Merlin’s lips. His own mouth watered at the thought of sucking the taste from Merlin’s full bottom lip when the lollipop was finished.
Merlin smacked his lips in appreciation, and applied long, laving strokes of his tongue to the sweet’s surface.
Arthur could wait no longer. He pounced.
The cinnamon sweetness tasted better from Merlin’s lips than from the lollipop, and Arthur pushed his secretary back against the filing cabinet.
*
“What’s that?” queried Morgana later, plucking the sticky sweet from the back of Arthur’s suit jacket. She smiled wickedly, when Arthur blushed a shade of red to match the lollipop.
And last, but not least, a ficlet because the prompt snatched me up and wouldn't let me go. (I did have to Google it first!)
Forkimmu_opacre
Arthur, Merlin, canon, 415 words
prompt: lux aeterna
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine...
Arthur felt the weight of the crown press against his forehead. He would not cry.
Kyrie eleison...
His father lay still, unable to rise up and offer advice. The wooden box was too simple for Arthur’s liking. It should have been gold, inset with jewels, a land’s misery etched into its surface at the loss of their Lord, their King, their Master.
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine...
The chain of the king’s medallion bit into the back of Arthur’s neck. He flexed a finger as if to adjust it, before remembering that all eyes were on him, watching him. He straightened a little more, and the chain slipped below the collar of his coat.
Arthur immediately missed its metal teeth in the back of his neck.
Absolve, Domine...
Arthur stiffened his shoulders. He was the King now. He would not cry.
Domine Iesu Christe, Rex gloriae...
Merlin, at his left side, swayed slightly, and bowed his head. A tear rolled down Merlin’s cheek. Arthur would not cry.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus...
The music echoed in the throne room, the stone cold around them. It rang in Arthur’s ears like taunts, like the words he had mocked his servants with until Merlin...Merlin came. Uther gave Arthur Merlin as a gift, as if Uther had known this day would come and he, Arthur, would need the shaking, dark-haired man at his side. His father’s kindness drew a lump into his throat.
Agnue Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem...
Behind him, the Court stood, faces implacable, eyes downcast. They wept silently, for their King. Arthur swallowed and refused to surrender to the pricking of his eyeballs. He would not cry.
Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine...
He felt warm fingers curl around his own, and glancing down, saw Merlin surreptitiously sidling closer, to turn the brief contact into a proper, lingering touch. Their hands clasped and Arthur swallowed the lump again.
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem...
The Court wept openly, obviously. The loss of their King was hard to bear. Geoffrey’s words were ornate and lingered in the air like the spicy incense from the candles. May he rest in peace indeed.
In paradisum deducant te Angeli...
Atop the battlements, many hours later, Arthur allowed a single tear to fall. One tear for his father. The King. Now gone.
Hope you all enjoyed them! x
For
inspiredlifeArthur/Merlin, modern!AU, 99 words
prompt: mittens
“Why are your hands so cold?”
“Because it’s snowing outside, and I have to leave the warm, warm flat to go to work.”
“Get some gloves?”
“I hate gloves. I feel like my fingers are being kept apart by their divisive nature. They might rebel.”
“Well, you need something.”
Merlin shrugged and turned back to the TV. “I don’t know what else there is to wear.”
Arthur frowned at Merlin’s disinterest.
*
“Here.”
“What’s that?”
“Mittens. They’ll keep your hands warm, and they have no separators to cause anarchy between your fingers.”
“Arthur, you’re a genius!”
“I know.”
For
giecastMorgana, canon, based on ep 3x11 (spoilers), 100 words
prompt: blush
She fights down the heat that flares in her cheeks when Uther corrects her and tells her that Arthur should have rightfully won. The smear of red across her cheekbones will give away her fury at being so publicly reprimanded - although Uther’s tone is light, she feels the sharp rebuttal like a blow to her stomach.
When she regains her composure, she clinks her goblet against Uther’s and smiles at him, red lips again the only colour on her pale face. Soon, he will blush with shame whilst she smirks, victorious, at the head of the table.
For
winterstorrmArthur/Merlin, modern!spy!AU, crackish, 114 words
prompt: incognito
“The hovercraft is full of eels!”
“What?”
“Never mind,” the fey young woman blushed and slithered away to the next bar patron.
“The hovercraft is full of eels?” she said uncertainly to the next gentleman.
“Sorry?”
The girl blushed and slunk away to the next man.
“The hovercraft...is...full of eels?” she stuttered out.
The man quirked his lips in amusement. “Am I supposed to punch you in the face now?”
The girl sighed and sank into the seat next to him. “Thank God. Arthur, is this deception really necessary?”
“Absolutely vital.”
“Because you like to see me in a dress.”
“Well done, Merlin, you’re learning! We’ll make an agent of you yet!”
For
hecate_666Merlin/Arthur, 160 words, puppy!Arthur
prompt: puppy
The alleyway was cold in the winter. Arthur didn’t like it. The weather was turning chilly and soon, the wet, freezing blobs would splash on his nose and make him shiver.
Morgana, the alleyway’s cat, told him to behave more “pitifully”, in the hopes that someone would take him to the place known as ‘home’ - Arthur didn’t know what ‘home’ was, but it sounded lovely: tastys and warms and snuggles and something called a rug - these things made people happy and could be found at ‘home’, Morgana said. But Arthur was too proud to whimper and drag his tail.
And then Merlin came. He was lanky and had thin fingers that felt as cold as Arthur’s nose. But he had a snuggly and Arthur could feel the man’s heart beating when Merlin squished him against his chest.
He lifted up his nose and howled, before fixing Merlin with a pitiful, mournful stare.
“Let’s get you home,” Merlin chuckled.
For
cathsithArthur & Merlin, kids!modern!AU, 109 words
prompt: kilt
The two boys sniggered together as they watched the wedding party process into the church. From their perch on the fence opposite, they watched as all the pretty ladies in their fine hats entered, and were now highly amused by the Scottish groom and his ushers.
“They’re wearing skirts!” the dark-haired one snorted.
“Like girls do!” the blonde one guffawed. He offered the bag of jelly babies back to his friend. “Jelly baby, Merlin?”
“Thanks, Arthur,” Merlin took a sweet and chewed it thoughtfully. They fell into a companionable quiet, until Arthur snorted and said, “Do you think they have to wear girls’ knickers too?”
For
zafraArthur/Merlin, modern!AU, 109 words
prompt: lollipop
Arthur watched as the bright-red, cinnamon sweet slid between Merlin’s lips. His own mouth watered at the thought of sucking the taste from Merlin’s full bottom lip when the lollipop was finished.
Merlin smacked his lips in appreciation, and applied long, laving strokes of his tongue to the sweet’s surface.
Arthur could wait no longer. He pounced.
The cinnamon sweetness tasted better from Merlin’s lips than from the lollipop, and Arthur pushed his secretary back against the filing cabinet.
*
“What’s that?” queried Morgana later, plucking the sticky sweet from the back of Arthur’s suit jacket. She smiled wickedly, when Arthur blushed a shade of red to match the lollipop.
And last, but not least, a ficlet because the prompt snatched me up and wouldn't let me go. (I did have to Google it first!)
For
kimmu_opacreArthur, Merlin, canon, 415 words
prompt: lux aeterna
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine...
Arthur felt the weight of the crown press against his forehead. He would not cry.
Kyrie eleison...
His father lay still, unable to rise up and offer advice. The wooden box was too simple for Arthur’s liking. It should have been gold, inset with jewels, a land’s misery etched into its surface at the loss of their Lord, their King, their Master.
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine...
The chain of the king’s medallion bit into the back of Arthur’s neck. He flexed a finger as if to adjust it, before remembering that all eyes were on him, watching him. He straightened a little more, and the chain slipped below the collar of his coat.
Arthur immediately missed its metal teeth in the back of his neck.
Absolve, Domine...
Arthur stiffened his shoulders. He was the King now. He would not cry.
Domine Iesu Christe, Rex gloriae...
Merlin, at his left side, swayed slightly, and bowed his head. A tear rolled down Merlin’s cheek. Arthur would not cry.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus...
The music echoed in the throne room, the stone cold around them. It rang in Arthur’s ears like taunts, like the words he had mocked his servants with until Merlin...Merlin came. Uther gave Arthur Merlin as a gift, as if Uther had known this day would come and he, Arthur, would need the shaking, dark-haired man at his side. His father’s kindness drew a lump into his throat.
Agnue Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem...
Behind him, the Court stood, faces implacable, eyes downcast. They wept silently, for their King. Arthur swallowed and refused to surrender to the pricking of his eyeballs. He would not cry.
Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine...
He felt warm fingers curl around his own, and glancing down, saw Merlin surreptitiously sidling closer, to turn the brief contact into a proper, lingering touch. Their hands clasped and Arthur swallowed the lump again.
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem...
The Court wept openly, obviously. The loss of their King was hard to bear. Geoffrey’s words were ornate and lingered in the air like the spicy incense from the candles. May he rest in peace indeed.
In paradisum deducant te Angeli...
Atop the battlements, many hours later, Arthur allowed a single tear to fall. One tear for his father. The King. Now gone.
Hope you all enjoyed them! x
