Spring Fling Drabble - Jokes on YOU
Title: Jokes on YOU
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1000 - EXACTLY.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Spoilers: None. Coz it's an AU prequel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. I don't know why. I just don't.
Summary: Arthur decides that Gwen doesn't find him funny and attempts to FIX THIS.
Prompt(s): Written for Part Three of camelot_love's Spring Fling, #55 Arthur never really notices servants... but the 5 (or whatever #) times he actually noticed Gwen - prompted by dfriendly.
Author’s notes: Dear dfriendly,
Your prompt hates me. We scuffled and fought, it chased my plot bunnies. Then CAUGHT them, boxed them up and tried to mail them to Yugoslavia . . . but I grabbed a broom and beat it around the head until it let go and ran to cower somewhere. This is the best the plot bunnies could do in their shaken condition. One of them is missing an ear, I call him flopsy
Sincerely and tiredly, Thursday.
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“And so the man says, ‘but that’s why I wanted the boots!’” Arthur hoots and thumps the table.
Gwen returns to preparing things for dinner and Arthur’s eyes narrow.
She’s not even smiling.
He stabs at the table sharply with a finger, “Because the man had always intended to buy them, you see?”
“Yes,” Gwen affirms, calmly, setting the urn in her arms on the table. “I got that,” she adds quietly.
“But you’re not laughing,” Arthur explains mystified and rises from his chair.
“Might it catch me unawares later?” Gwen muses, both mindful and apprehensive that he is moving closer to her. “When I am less busy, perhaps?”
His hand stills the plate she’s about to place on the table and he hold her gaze, “You don’t think I’m funny,” he murmurs testily.
_ _ _
“Ah!”
Gwen yells when Arthur suddenly drops onto the bed she’s making.
“Knock, knock,” he breathes, lying back and wrinkling the covers underneath him.
“Sire-”
“Guinevere,” Arthur snaps.
Gwen rubs her eyes, before sitting down carefully on the edge furthest from the sprawled prince.
“Who’s there?”
He waves an arm in the air, “Now . . . say it like you mean it.”
_ _ _
“So, the man asks why he needs a hat for his goat . . .”
Gwen shakes her head weakly, trying to keep her attention on the proceedings of court and ignore Arthur’s breath in her ear.
“Keeping in mind that the goat’s actually got quite a hearty coat on him . . .”
Why nobody’s noticed how close he is, she doesn’t know. It’s like they’re all BLIND.
“And he says-”
“My Lor- oh!.” Gwen receives a pinch to her elbow for her interruption, and her cheeks heat as she turns to stare up at him. “Oow!” she states, softly.
“That didn’t hurt,” he admonishes, and then goes back to telling her why the goat needs a hat.
She’s the perfect captive audience, completely at his nonexistent mercy.
_ _ _
He corners her in the corridor and she groans over the linen’s she’s holding. Almost turning back.
She’d shoo him if she had a free hand.
“Go away,” Gwen says uncaringly of the absurdity of such a demand coming from someone like her to someone like him.
Arthur feigns hurt and pouts, watching as she wrenches the cupboard door open, “I do have feelings you know, under this incredible physique of mine.”
Gwen half giggles and half snorts, and shoves the sheets onto the shelf hurriedly, before he can start telling her he’s latest joke.
“So, is that how it is? You’ll laugh at me, but not with me?” he asks, studying her, and stepping into her path when she tries to leave.
Gwen raises an eyebrow, feeling daring, “Always.”
_ _ _
Turning to say something to Gwen, Merlin pauses, she’s gone completely red. And her eyes are watering, as she stares fixedly at the carpet, teeth biting into her lip.
“Uh, Gwen?”
“Could you just look at Arthur and tell me if he’s stopped?” she chokes out, covering her mouth with her palm when a chuckle escapes.
“Stopped?” Merlin asks, confused, but begins scanning the crowd for Arthur. He’d stepped off the dais at some point between taxes and potato harvest manifests.
Merlin has to clap a hand over his own mouth, when he spots him, near the wall, almost obscured by bodies. The people, around and in front of Arthur, completely unaware as he jiggles, shakes and sways out a rather peculiar dance that involves a lot of head bopping.
As Merlin watches, Arthur’s fringe flops; his hands moving to his hips and he starts working his arms back and forth like wings, grinning insanely in their direction.
“Wha . . .” Merlin breaks off in a choked snort and joins Gwen’s intense examination of the carpet. “No-” Merlin swallows. “No, he hasn’t stopped . . . hell, you can’t even call that dancing,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m going to have nightmares, Gwen. In fact I may never be able to look at him the same way again.”
“That makes two of us,” Gwen agrees, breathlessly.
“What did you do to him?” Merlin asks, after another fleeting glance up.
If anything he’s gotten worse.
She ignores that. “Merlin, just stop looking you’re encouraging him.”
“I think you broke him.”
Gwen gives Merlin a shove for being so ‘helpful’.
Merlin only stopped from responding in kind when Gaius turns a disapproving eyebrow on the two of them.
_ _ _
“Guinevere!”
Gwen turns and walks over to where Arthur’s waiting, trying not to look as reluctant as she feels. She’s really too busy for his nonsense today.
“Sire,” she curtseys.
Arthur grins wickedly at her, “I know it’s been a month,” god she’d hoped he’d forgotten, “since I last entertained you-” Like she could ever forget.
With a quick glance around the courtyard Gwen discards her blank expression, shifting to a frown, “Could we not play this game some other time?”
Arthur stares at her for a long moment.
“Knock, knock,” he begins determinedly.
Gwen sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You can’t argue with the very mad. It never works with Merlin.
“Who’s there?”
“Boo,” Arthur replies and Gwen starts giggling, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Boo, who?” she manages, after Arthur starts glaring impatiently at her.
He pats her shoulder, “There, there don’t cry.”
And Gwen can’t help it, she bursts into hysterics, her whole frame shaking while she holds her stomach and gasps.
Arthur beams at her.
“I knew I was funny.”
At that, Gwen straightens up, swiping her sleeve at her cheeks, hastily, her face flushed and amused.
“You wore me down, it’s hardly the same thing,” she attests, and then sniffs, leaning forward.
“But, Arthur?”
“What?” the prince asks, copying her posture.
Gwen grins. “Knock, knock.”
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*giggles* and YES I used my 'Author's notes' to post a NOTE . . . I have decided that's THAT'S what it's there for XD
This prompt was like: NOFRICKINWAYAREYOUWRITINGMEYOUHORRIBLEHORRIBLEPERSONYOU. Poor Flopsy So I finished Two versions (which is what i do when I'm unsure, nervous habit I'm afraid) and called the second ' Just a Momentary Thing', it has NOTHING to do with this one.
1000 words is not enough. I really NAIVELY thought this prompt would be awesome for me *shakes head at self*
Anywho, my second go is longer. I was feeling very screw the word limit in a fit of frustration and joy at finally writing SOMETHING I LIKED instead of all the CRAP versions I came up with, of which there are upwards of 6, SIGH
*hugs ICON* thank you MDT could not have made it without your awesome pic <3
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1000 - EXACTLY.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Spoilers: None. Coz it's an AU prequel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. I don't know why. I just don't.
Summary: Arthur decides that Gwen doesn't find him funny and attempts to FIX THIS.
Prompt(s): Written for Part Three of camelot_love's Spring Fling, #55 Arthur never really notices servants... but the 5 (or whatever #) times he actually noticed Gwen - prompted by dfriendly.
Author’s notes: Dear dfriendly,
Your prompt hates me. We scuffled and fought, it chased my plot bunnies. Then CAUGHT them, boxed them up and tried to mail them to Yugoslavia . . . but I grabbed a broom and beat it around the head until it let go and ran to cower somewhere. This is the best the plot bunnies could do in their shaken condition. One of them is missing an ear, I call him flopsy
Sincerely and tiredly, Thursday.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
“And so the man says, ‘but that’s why I wanted the boots!’” Arthur hoots and thumps the table.
Gwen returns to preparing things for dinner and Arthur’s eyes narrow.
She’s not even smiling.
He stabs at the table sharply with a finger, “Because the man had always intended to buy them, you see?”
“Yes,” Gwen affirms, calmly, setting the urn in her arms on the table. “I got that,” she adds quietly.
“But you’re not laughing,” Arthur explains mystified and rises from his chair.
“Might it catch me unawares later?” Gwen muses, both mindful and apprehensive that he is moving closer to her. “When I am less busy, perhaps?”
His hand stills the plate she’s about to place on the table and he hold her gaze, “You don’t think I’m funny,” he murmurs testily.
_ _ _
“Ah!”
Gwen yells when Arthur suddenly drops onto the bed she’s making.
“Knock, knock,” he breathes, lying back and wrinkling the covers underneath him.
“Sire-”
“Guinevere,” Arthur snaps.
Gwen rubs her eyes, before sitting down carefully on the edge furthest from the sprawled prince.
“Who’s there?”
He waves an arm in the air, “Now . . . say it like you mean it.”
_ _ _
“So, the man asks why he needs a hat for his goat . . .”
Gwen shakes her head weakly, trying to keep her attention on the proceedings of court and ignore Arthur’s breath in her ear.
“Keeping in mind that the goat’s actually got quite a hearty coat on him . . .”
Why nobody’s noticed how close he is, she doesn’t know. It’s like they’re all BLIND.
“And he says-”
“My Lor- oh!.” Gwen receives a pinch to her elbow for her interruption, and her cheeks heat as she turns to stare up at him. “Oow!” she states, softly.
“That didn’t hurt,” he admonishes, and then goes back to telling her why the goat needs a hat.
She’s the perfect captive audience, completely at his nonexistent mercy.
_ _ _
He corners her in the corridor and she groans over the linen’s she’s holding. Almost turning back.
She’d shoo him if she had a free hand.
“Go away,” Gwen says uncaringly of the absurdity of such a demand coming from someone like her to someone like him.
Arthur feigns hurt and pouts, watching as she wrenches the cupboard door open, “I do have feelings you know, under this incredible physique of mine.”
Gwen half giggles and half snorts, and shoves the sheets onto the shelf hurriedly, before he can start telling her he’s latest joke.
“So, is that how it is? You’ll laugh at me, but not with me?” he asks, studying her, and stepping into her path when she tries to leave.
Gwen raises an eyebrow, feeling daring, “Always.”
_ _ _
Turning to say something to Gwen, Merlin pauses, she’s gone completely red. And her eyes are watering, as she stares fixedly at the carpet, teeth biting into her lip.
“Uh, Gwen?”
“Could you just look at Arthur and tell me if he’s stopped?” she chokes out, covering her mouth with her palm when a chuckle escapes.
“Stopped?” Merlin asks, confused, but begins scanning the crowd for Arthur. He’d stepped off the dais at some point between taxes and potato harvest manifests.
Merlin has to clap a hand over his own mouth, when he spots him, near the wall, almost obscured by bodies. The people, around and in front of Arthur, completely unaware as he jiggles, shakes and sways out a rather peculiar dance that involves a lot of head bopping.
As Merlin watches, Arthur’s fringe flops; his hands moving to his hips and he starts working his arms back and forth like wings, grinning insanely in their direction.
“Wha . . .” Merlin breaks off in a choked snort and joins Gwen’s intense examination of the carpet. “No-” Merlin swallows. “No, he hasn’t stopped . . . hell, you can’t even call that dancing,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m going to have nightmares, Gwen. In fact I may never be able to look at him the same way again.”
“That makes two of us,” Gwen agrees, breathlessly.
“What did you do to him?” Merlin asks, after another fleeting glance up.
If anything he’s gotten worse.
She ignores that. “Merlin, just stop looking you’re encouraging him.”
“I think you broke him.”
Gwen gives Merlin a shove for being so ‘helpful’.
Merlin only stopped from responding in kind when Gaius turns a disapproving eyebrow on the two of them.
_ _ _
“Guinevere!”
Gwen turns and walks over to where Arthur’s waiting, trying not to look as reluctant as she feels. She’s really too busy for his nonsense today.
“Sire,” she curtseys.
Arthur grins wickedly at her, “I know it’s been a month,” god she’d hoped he’d forgotten, “since I last entertained you-” Like she could ever forget.
With a quick glance around the courtyard Gwen discards her blank expression, shifting to a frown, “Could we not play this game some other time?”
Arthur stares at her for a long moment.
“Knock, knock,” he begins determinedly.
Gwen sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You can’t argue with the very mad. It never works with Merlin.
“Who’s there?”
“Boo,” Arthur replies and Gwen starts giggling, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Boo, who?” she manages, after Arthur starts glaring impatiently at her.
He pats her shoulder, “There, there don’t cry.”
And Gwen can’t help it, she bursts into hysterics, her whole frame shaking while she holds her stomach and gasps.
Arthur beams at her.
“I knew I was funny.”
At that, Gwen straightens up, swiping her sleeve at her cheeks, hastily, her face flushed and amused.
“You wore me down, it’s hardly the same thing,” she attests, and then sniffs, leaning forward.
“But, Arthur?”
“What?” the prince asks, copying her posture.
Gwen grins. “Knock, knock.”
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*giggles* and YES I used my 'Author's notes' to post a NOTE . . . I have decided that's THAT'S what it's there for XD
This prompt was like: NOFRICKINWAYAREYOUWRITINGMEYOUHORRIBLEHORRIBLEPERSONYOU. Poor Flopsy So I finished Two versions (which is what i do when I'm unsure, nervous habit I'm afraid) and called the second ' Just a Momentary Thing', it has NOTHING to do with this one.
1000 words is not enough. I really NAIVELY thought this prompt would be awesome for me *shakes head at self*
Anywho, my second go is longer. I was feeling very screw the word limit in a fit of frustration and joy at finally writing SOMETHING I LIKED instead of all the CRAP versions I came up with, of which there are upwards of 6, SIGH
*hugs ICON* thank you MDT could not have made it without your awesome pic <3