Title: The Tattoo

Author: RonWeasleyLuva

Fandom: Merlin

Rating: T

Pairing: Arthur/Gwen

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Merlin world, trademarked by Arthurian legend and BBC. I do not claim ownership over any of the characters or the world. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not part of the official story line. I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story. I am grateful to the creators for their wonderful stories, and without them, this story would not exist.

The flyer flew down the hallway, past the Camelot University students, and landed at the feet of a girl whose nose was buried in the latest recommendation from her English teacher. Surprised something had disturbed her when she could usually tune out everyone's conversations, she peered past the cover of The Hounds of Baskerville to the ground. She picked up the pink paper.

ONE DAY ONLY!
MEET SAMUEL, THE FORTUNE TELLER!
HE KNOWS YOUR TRUE LOVE AND CAN DRAW A REPRESENTATION OF THEM ON YOU FOR ONLY $3!*
ONE DAY ONLY!
7AM-8PM IN ROOM E382.
*accuracy is not ensured.

"Oi, Gwen! What's that in your hand, there?"

She turned to her roommate and best friend, Morgana.

"Ah, nothing really. Just some guy who wants to make a few bucks."

Morgana peered over Gwen's shoulder to read what the flyer said.

"Let's give it a try!"

Gwen did a double take.

"Excuse me?" she asked her usually logical friend. Fun-seeking, yes, but logical.

"Oh, lighten up. You have a long weekend coming up; you'll have plenty of time to do your homework. And it's just for fun! You can spare some cash, can't you?"

Gwen shrugged, still not completely willing to go along.

"And," Morgana said in a sing-song voice, "Arthur might be there."

Gwen's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red on the mention of her Biology partner, to whom she had taken a liking.

"Arthur's presence has no effect on my choices."

Morgana smirked, knowing all about the battle going on in Gwen's mind.

"Good gosh, stop thinking for once. Look, if he's there, I'll be your wingman. Or wingwoman. And if he's not, you'll get a free temporary pen tattoo. Win-win, yes?"

"No!" Gwen exclaimed. "Not win-win! That's not how it works! Let's get to class. I'm sure we'll get an 11-page essay for Psychology that will require all our energy for the weekend."

Morgana feigned accepting defeat, and jogged to catch up with Gwen.