Start Small.
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tambear13
Title:Star Small.
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin
Summary:Arthur get s a kitten, if he can say he loves it maybe there's hope he'll tell Gwaine he loves him.
Warnings: None.
Word Count:925
Prompt: Time
Author's Notes: Written forhogwartsvixxxen [Unknown site tag] who wanted a fic exploring our love of our cats, and well this came out! And for bunnysworld [Unknown site tag] who wanted a cosy Arthur/Gwaine fic. I tried guys, I tried...
Arthur closed his eyes and counted to ten, exhaling slowly and pinching the bridge of his nose.
He carefully opened his eyes again, and hesitantly lifted the lid of the box again before closing it hastily.
Nope, he decided - it hadn’t been an illusion brought on by too many hours at hours, or the row he had had with his father. There was definitely a kitten in that box.
When Arthur had been sent home, sent, by his PA after being in the office for thirteen hours again, he had stumbled out of his car, into his building, slouched in the lift, fumbled his keys out of his pocket and kicked the small cardboard box sitting on his welcome mat. The welcome mat had been a gift courtesy of Merlin. No need to guess who had left the box.
The box with a kitten in it.
“Merlin,” Arthur growled into the phone when the good for nothing yoke answered.
“Really,” Merlin sighed down the phone, “we need to work on your greetings.”
“Why is there a kitten in my kitchen?”
“There’s a kitten in your kitchen!”
“In a box,” Arthur said, warily eyeing the box.
“Why is it still in the box?” Merlin asked in alarm.
“So you did leave it!”
“Em...”
“Merlin!”
“It was all Freya’s idea, I wanted to get you a plant but then she reminded me that you killed the last plant we gave you so, we thought a kitten would be safer.”
“But this is alive, Merlin, alive!”
“And stuck in a box, you really should let it out.”
“Merlin!”
“Stop saying my name like that!” Arthur could hear him pouting down the phone. “Take it out of the box, go on, don’t be scared.”
Arthur glared at the phone, and then at the box. There was a pitiful little noise coming out of it.
“I don’t want a cat,” he pointed out, putting the phone on loudspeaker and slowly lifting the lid again.
“What’s your point? And how could you not want him, just look at him!” Merlin cooed down the phone.
“Oh,” Arthur said, when he lifted the little bundle of fur up, it was tiny and had really big eyes.
“Oh? Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad one...? Or is that an ‘oh’ that suggests you just stood on it’s head?”
“Stood on it’s head? It’s on the kitchen table, how could I possibly get my foot up there?” Arthur smiled, gingerly petting the little fur on the head as it purred.
“Well Gwaine informs me, much to my distress, that you’re very flexible so...”
“Shut up, Merlin. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Look after it,” Arthur could hear him rolling his eyes down the phone.
“How?”
“Feed it, pet it... Love it!”
“Love it?”
“Yes, Arthur. It needs love and we all know you can do it!”
“Merlin.”
“We figured you could start with something small, like I said I voted for the plant but you killed a cactus -- how does one even kill a cactus? They survive in the desert! So we thought something alive, and something cute and then eventually in a year or so, you might progress to loving Gwaine!”
“Merlin!”
“Because Gwaine just wants to be loved... To be loooooooved....”
Arthur hung up, and picked the little mite up, cradling him against his chest.
The phone started ringing.
“You hung up on me!”
“You started to drift off into crazy land, and there was singing I had to.”
“Don’t lie Pendragon, you looooooove my singing!”
“I’m hanging up again.”
“Don’t...”
Arthur put the phone on silent.
“Now what are we going to do with you?” He cooed at the little black kitten, with the white paws and the blue ribbon tied around his neck.
****
Gwaine pushed open the door to Arthur’s flat slowly. The prat hadn’t been answering his phone, and Merlin had sounded panicked about the kittens safety so here he was, sneaking into his boyfriends flat, terrified about what he would find.
The TV was on, the news showing images of Syria but no other signs of life.
Gwaine went into the kitchen, there was a half eaten carton of chinese on the table, and a little saucer of milk on the floor.
He went back into the sitting room, and walked over to the TV.
When he saw the couch his heart stopped, Arthur was fast asleep with the little kitten curled up on his chest.
Gwaine squatted down beside the couch, a small smile tugging at his lips and brushed Arthur’s fringe off his forehead.
“Hey,” he said, and watched Arthur’s eyes flicker open.
“Hey,” came the mumbled, sleepy response.
“Who’s this then?” Gwaine asked, delicately petting the kittens head.
“Noodles,” Arthur smiled.
“Noodles?” Gwaine raised an eyebrow.
“He likes them, he ate my dinner.”
“Ok,” Gwaine grinned. Sleepy Arthur was one of his favourite things, only coming after horny Arthur. “Cute little thing, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Merlin says I have to love him. Start small.”
“Oh ok.”
Arthur shifted over on the sofa, making room for Gwaine to lie beside him.
“And do you?” Gwaine asked, turning on his side so his arse wasn’t hanging off the sofa.
“What?” Arthur opened his eyes again.
“Love him?”
“I just might.”
“Good, and do love me?” Gwaine grinned.
“Give me a year or so, I might be able to say it then.” Arthur smiled.
“Ok, love. Sleep,” he kissed Arthur’s head, smiling.
Merlin had been right, start small and give him time.
tambear13Title:Star Small.
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin
Summary:Arthur get s a kitten, if he can say he loves it maybe there's hope he'll tell Gwaine he loves him.
Warnings: None.
Word Count:925
Prompt: Time
Author's Notes: Written for
hogwartsvixxxen [Unknown site tag] who wanted a fic exploring our love of our cats, and well this came out! And for bunnysworld [Unknown site tag] who wanted a cosy Arthur/Gwaine fic. I tried guys, I tried...Arthur closed his eyes and counted to ten, exhaling slowly and pinching the bridge of his nose.
He carefully opened his eyes again, and hesitantly lifted the lid of the box again before closing it hastily.
Nope, he decided - it hadn’t been an illusion brought on by too many hours at hours, or the row he had had with his father. There was definitely a kitten in that box.
When Arthur had been sent home, sent, by his PA after being in the office for thirteen hours again, he had stumbled out of his car, into his building, slouched in the lift, fumbled his keys out of his pocket and kicked the small cardboard box sitting on his welcome mat. The welcome mat had been a gift courtesy of Merlin. No need to guess who had left the box.
The box with a kitten in it.
“Merlin,” Arthur growled into the phone when the good for nothing yoke answered.
“Really,” Merlin sighed down the phone, “we need to work on your greetings.”
“Why is there a kitten in my kitchen?”
“There’s a kitten in your kitchen!”
“In a box,” Arthur said, warily eyeing the box.
“Why is it still in the box?” Merlin asked in alarm.
“So you did leave it!”
“Em...”
“Merlin!”
“It was all Freya’s idea, I wanted to get you a plant but then she reminded me that you killed the last plant we gave you so, we thought a kitten would be safer.”
“But this is alive, Merlin, alive!”
“And stuck in a box, you really should let it out.”
“Merlin!”
“Stop saying my name like that!” Arthur could hear him pouting down the phone. “Take it out of the box, go on, don’t be scared.”
Arthur glared at the phone, and then at the box. There was a pitiful little noise coming out of it.
“I don’t want a cat,” he pointed out, putting the phone on loudspeaker and slowly lifting the lid again.
“What’s your point? And how could you not want him, just look at him!” Merlin cooed down the phone.
“Oh,” Arthur said, when he lifted the little bundle of fur up, it was tiny and had really big eyes.
“Oh? Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad one...? Or is that an ‘oh’ that suggests you just stood on it’s head?”
“Stood on it’s head? It’s on the kitchen table, how could I possibly get my foot up there?” Arthur smiled, gingerly petting the little fur on the head as it purred.
“Well Gwaine informs me, much to my distress, that you’re very flexible so...”
“Shut up, Merlin. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Look after it,” Arthur could hear him rolling his eyes down the phone.
“How?”
“Feed it, pet it... Love it!”
“Love it?”
“Yes, Arthur. It needs love and we all know you can do it!”
“Merlin.”
“We figured you could start with something small, like I said I voted for the plant but you killed a cactus -- how does one even kill a cactus? They survive in the desert! So we thought something alive, and something cute and then eventually in a year or so, you might progress to loving Gwaine!”
“Merlin!”
“Because Gwaine just wants to be loved... To be loooooooved....”
Arthur hung up, and picked the little mite up, cradling him against his chest.
The phone started ringing.
“You hung up on me!”
“You started to drift off into crazy land, and there was singing I had to.”
“Don’t lie Pendragon, you looooooove my singing!”
“I’m hanging up again.”
“Don’t...”
Arthur put the phone on silent.
“Now what are we going to do with you?” He cooed at the little black kitten, with the white paws and the blue ribbon tied around his neck.
****
Gwaine pushed open the door to Arthur’s flat slowly. The prat hadn’t been answering his phone, and Merlin had sounded panicked about the kittens safety so here he was, sneaking into his boyfriends flat, terrified about what he would find.
The TV was on, the news showing images of Syria but no other signs of life.
Gwaine went into the kitchen, there was a half eaten carton of chinese on the table, and a little saucer of milk on the floor.
He went back into the sitting room, and walked over to the TV.
When he saw the couch his heart stopped, Arthur was fast asleep with the little kitten curled up on his chest.
Gwaine squatted down beside the couch, a small smile tugging at his lips and brushed Arthur’s fringe off his forehead.
“Hey,” he said, and watched Arthur’s eyes flicker open.
“Hey,” came the mumbled, sleepy response.
“Who’s this then?” Gwaine asked, delicately petting the kittens head.
“Noodles,” Arthur smiled.
“Noodles?” Gwaine raised an eyebrow.
“He likes them, he ate my dinner.”
“Ok,” Gwaine grinned. Sleepy Arthur was one of his favourite things, only coming after horny Arthur. “Cute little thing, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Merlin says I have to love him. Start small.”
“Oh ok.”
Arthur shifted over on the sofa, making room for Gwaine to lie beside him.
“And do you?” Gwaine asked, turning on his side so his arse wasn’t hanging off the sofa.
“What?” Arthur opened his eyes again.
“Love him?”
“I just might.”
“Good, and do love me?” Gwaine grinned.
“Give me a year or so, I might be able to say it then.” Arthur smiled.
“Ok, love. Sleep,” he kissed Arthur’s head, smiling.
Merlin had been right, start small and give him time.
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Date: 2012-07-02 04:30 pm (UTC)I just about melted at the image of Arthur on the couch with Noodles on his chest! *wibblesinhappiness*
This is too cute for words.
Thank you!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2012-07-02 08:38 pm (UTC)When I was little I wanted a cat called noodles, and a chicken called butter...
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Date: 2012-07-03 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-02 05:04 pm (UTC)I shall hug you and this fic till the end of time!
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Date: 2012-07-02 08:39 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it :)
It was supposed to be Arthur/Gwaine, but then the banter between the boys ran away from me and *flail* but hey, it ended up A/G :)
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Date: 2012-07-02 05:29 pm (UTC)"Well Gwaine informs me, much to my distress, that you’re very flexible so...”
“We figured you could start with something small, like I said I voted for the plant but you killed a cactus -- how does one even kill a cactus? They survive in the desert! So we thought something alive, and something cute and then eventually in a year or so, you might progress to loving Gwaine!”
“Ok,” Gwaine grinned. Sleepy Arthur was one of his favourite things, only coming after horny Arthur. “Cute little thing, isn’t he?”
and those are just a few of my favourite lines. Thank you Thank you Thank you!!! ♥ *hugs* :) *does happy dance*
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Date: 2012-07-02 07:06 pm (UTC)And yeah, who kills a cactus? *giggles* Happened to me before....
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Date: 2012-07-02 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-02 08:40 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it, and thank you for the prompt! ♥
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Date: 2012-07-03 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-02 08:42 pm (UTC)I'm sure he will end up moving in, they have a baby to look after now! :)
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Date: 2012-07-02 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-02 08:43 pm (UTC)Yes, he did kinda steal didn't he *headdesk* it was meant to A/G, but hey! Merlin has to be the relationship advice giver to his bestest friend :)
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Date: 2012-07-03 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-08 12:37 pm (UTC)I love Arthur/Gwaine :)
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Date: 2012-07-15 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 08:12 pm (UTC)Well the kitten is alive, so you know it'll make noise if it's not looked after - he can't really just forget about it :P so there is hope for it!