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Title: Arachnophobia?
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: MerlinxArthur.
Length: 372 words.
Rating: G. General fluffy crackness.
Status: Complete. Beta'd by lovely princessezzy and fortassetu as ever :)
Notes: So I rewatched The Poisoned Chalice... :D
“Spiders.”
Arthur was looking so desperate, so beyond the point of terrified, Merlin couldn’t mock him.
Well, not really mock him.
“I just don’t like them, alright?” he hissed, looking around nervously from his current elevated position.
The infallible Arthur Pendragon was on a chair because of a spider.
Merlin grinned. “Before or after you got stuck in a cave full of them?”
Arthur scowled. “I’ve always been… concerned about spiders.”
“You mean terrified?”
“Shut up.”
Merlin gestured nonchalantly to the door. “If you’re going to be mean - ”
“NO!” Arthur squeaked, flailing on his chair. “Don’t leave!”
Merlin’s bottom lip mock-wibbled. “What, leave you alone wid de big nasty spidah?”
“Just find it and get out, idiot,” he hissed, eyes full of loathing, but not quite enough loathing to get off the chair. After a few moments of shuffling around and peering under cushions, cupping the spider carefully in his hand and curling his fingers round it behind his back, Merlin grinned. “Found it!” he said jovially.
Arthur’s eyes widened in terror, looking Merlin up and down. “Where is it?!”
“On your head.”
The result was spectacular.
five minutes later
“I hate you so much.” Merlin pouted. “You love me really.” He proffered his palm, in which the spider nestled, looking rather pleased with itself, and Arthur shrieked and nearly fell on his arse again.
“Just get rid of it!” he muttered, glancing around in case it had any friends. Merlin strode to the window and placed his hand, palm upwards on the cool stone. The spider amiably trotted off, probably to bring fresh terror to some servant girl.
Merlin smiled and turned back to face Arthur, who was climbing awkwardly off the chair. “What’s my reward?” he murmured, leaning against the wall with a grin.
“Not getting smacked around the face.”
Merlin pouted and walked forwards, standing in front of Arthur and looking up at him balefully. “That’s not a proper reward.”
“Not getting smacked around the face for the next week. And you’re pushing your luck at that.”
“Not even a tiny tiny tiny kiss?”
“No.”
“Not even a weensy - ”
“What are you, actually twelve years old?”
Glare.
Glare.
Ohmygodmindblowingkisskisssoftsoftgorgeousloveyouloveyouloveyou.
Glare.
“Get out.”
“Love you too.”
“Get out.”
EDIT: Just because I thought people might be interested, I'd like to add I'm a Merlin here :D I love spiders.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: MerlinxArthur.
Length: 372 words.
Rating: G. General fluffy crackness.
Status: Complete. Beta'd by lovely princessezzy and fortassetu as ever :)
Notes: So I rewatched The Poisoned Chalice... :D
“Spiders.”
Arthur was looking so desperate, so beyond the point of terrified, Merlin couldn’t mock him.
Well, not really mock him.
“I just don’t like them, alright?” he hissed, looking around nervously from his current elevated position.
The infallible Arthur Pendragon was on a chair because of a spider.
Merlin grinned. “Before or after you got stuck in a cave full of them?”
Arthur scowled. “I’ve always been… concerned about spiders.”
“You mean terrified?”
“Shut up.”
Merlin gestured nonchalantly to the door. “If you’re going to be mean - ”
“NO!” Arthur squeaked, flailing on his chair. “Don’t leave!”
Merlin’s bottom lip mock-wibbled. “What, leave you alone wid de big nasty spidah?”
“Just find it and get out, idiot,” he hissed, eyes full of loathing, but not quite enough loathing to get off the chair. After a few moments of shuffling around and peering under cushions, cupping the spider carefully in his hand and curling his fingers round it behind his back, Merlin grinned. “Found it!” he said jovially.
Arthur’s eyes widened in terror, looking Merlin up and down. “Where is it?!”
“On your head.”
The result was spectacular.
five minutes later
“I hate you so much.” Merlin pouted. “You love me really.” He proffered his palm, in which the spider nestled, looking rather pleased with itself, and Arthur shrieked and nearly fell on his arse again.
“Just get rid of it!” he muttered, glancing around in case it had any friends. Merlin strode to the window and placed his hand, palm upwards on the cool stone. The spider amiably trotted off, probably to bring fresh terror to some servant girl.
Merlin smiled and turned back to face Arthur, who was climbing awkwardly off the chair. “What’s my reward?” he murmured, leaning against the wall with a grin.
“Not getting smacked around the face.”
Merlin pouted and walked forwards, standing in front of Arthur and looking up at him balefully. “That’s not a proper reward.”
“Not getting smacked around the face for the next week. And you’re pushing your luck at that.”
“Not even a tiny tiny tiny kiss?”
“No.”
“Not even a weensy - ”
“What are you, actually twelve years old?”
Glare.
Glare.
Ohmygodmindblowingkisskisssoftsoftgorgeousloveyouloveyouloveyou.
Glare.
“Get out.”
“Love you too.”
“Get out.”
EDIT: Just because I thought people might be interested, I'd like to add I'm a Merlin here :D I love spiders.