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Title:Broccoli
Rating:G
Pairing/s:Merlin/Arthur
Character/s:Merlin, Arthur
Summary:Some people have issues with authority
Warnings:none
Word Count:301
Prompt:Authority Figures
Author's Notes:You won't believe the comedy of errors RL has thrown at me these past two weeks. Be happy I have surfaced at all ;)
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You will.”
“I won’t!”
“You absolutely bloody well will.”
“No, I bloody won’t”
Arthur had been standing in the kitchen doorway since he got home watching the showdown. Merlin was standing in the kitchen, towering over Morgana’s daughter where she sat on her booster seat at the table.
An abandoned plate of broccoli and butternut sat on the table between them.
“Oi, watch your language, young lady.” Merlin had resorted to pointing his finger at her from the safety of the other side of the table. His thumb was still aching from where the little wench had bitten him earlier.
“Oi you too. No bocly!” The little girl banged her hands on the table. “Cheese!”
“Naughty little girls don’t get cheese until after they eat their greens.”
“Sod off!” She screamed.
Merlin winced at the pitch she reached and stepped backwards, catching sight of Arthur leaning in the doorway.
He did what any person who has been in a relationship for a while would do. Merlin turned to Arthur with puppy eyes and a pout.
“Get her to eat and I will do so many dirty things to you tonight,” he whispered, pushing past Arthur to escape.
Arthur caught him by the waist and pulled him close. He planted a wet, noisy kiss on Merlin’s cheek.
“Dirty things?”
“All of them. Every which way. In fact,” he unwound Arthur’s arm from around his waist. “I’ll just pop up and start limbering up, shall I?”
With that, Merlin escaped upstairs, leaving Arthur to deal with his niece.
“Right.” He pushed his sleeve up his arms. “I’ll make you a deal. For every piece of broccoli you eat, you get a block of cheese.”
The little girl squinted at him, her head tilted as if considering his offer.
“No!”
tygermineTitle:Broccoli
Rating:G
Pairing/s:Merlin/Arthur
Character/s:Merlin, Arthur
Summary:Some people have issues with authority
Warnings:none
Word Count:301
Prompt:Authority Figures
Author's Notes:You won't believe the comedy of errors RL has thrown at me these past two weeks. Be happy I have surfaced at all ;)
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You will.”
“I won’t!”
“You absolutely bloody well will.”
“No, I bloody won’t”
Arthur had been standing in the kitchen doorway since he got home watching the showdown. Merlin was standing in the kitchen, towering over Morgana’s daughter where she sat on her booster seat at the table.
An abandoned plate of broccoli and butternut sat on the table between them.
“Oi, watch your language, young lady.” Merlin had resorted to pointing his finger at her from the safety of the other side of the table. His thumb was still aching from where the little wench had bitten him earlier.
“Oi you too. No bocly!” The little girl banged her hands on the table. “Cheese!”
“Naughty little girls don’t get cheese until after they eat their greens.”
“Sod off!” She screamed.
Merlin winced at the pitch she reached and stepped backwards, catching sight of Arthur leaning in the doorway.
He did what any person who has been in a relationship for a while would do. Merlin turned to Arthur with puppy eyes and a pout.
“Get her to eat and I will do so many dirty things to you tonight,” he whispered, pushing past Arthur to escape.
Arthur caught him by the waist and pulled him close. He planted a wet, noisy kiss on Merlin’s cheek.
“Dirty things?”
“All of them. Every which way. In fact,” he unwound Arthur’s arm from around his waist. “I’ll just pop up and start limbering up, shall I?”
With that, Merlin escaped upstairs, leaving Arthur to deal with his niece.
“Right.” He pushed his sleeve up his arms. “I’ll make you a deal. For every piece of broccoli you eat, you get a block of cheese.”
The little girl squinted at him, her head tilted as if considering his offer.
“No!”
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