Author's Note: I started back at school three weeks ago and quickly realised that I will have next to no time this year. I don't want to stop writing entirely, but I can't commit to posting one of my longer WIPs.
My school planner has a 'Word of the Week', so I will write a little one-shot using that word as my prompt, every week, and try and post regularly.
All the drabbly stories will be in the Merlin fandom- some will be romantic, some funny, possibly some angst. Some might be linked- some will be better than others. Needless to say, I don't own Merlin, and reviews are beautiful.
animate
The cushion flew across the room, flipping and twisting in the air as it chased the King of Camelot around his bedchamber, intent on whacking him around the head.
"Merlin!" bellowed Arthur, raising his hands in an attempt to fend off the enchanted pillow. "Merlin!"
The door slammed open suddenly and Arthur's Chief Warlock stumbled in, laughing hysterically. The cushion increased its assault, hitting Arthur hard in the face. He let out an 'oof' of surprise, glowering at Merlin. "Stop it, you prat!"
Merlin was doubled over, clutching his side and almost crying with laughter as the cushion battered Arthur's upraised arms, but at Arthur's glare he signed and flicked his fingers- his eyes flashed gold and the cushion fell to the ground, looking innocent, entirely harmless and completely motionless.
Arthur poked it cautiously with his toe, then stood, hands on hips, blonde hair ridiculously dishevelled, giving Merlin his best kingly glare.
Merlin straightened up, giggling and not at all cowed by Arthur's disapproval. He sauntered into the room, sprawling casually on a chair and selecting a green apple, raising it to his mouth.
The cushion came flying through the air and hit Merlin on the head. He jerked, dropping his apple and letting out an embarrassingly girly shriek.
"What were you doing?!" asked Arthur angrily. Merlin glowered at him insolently. "I was practicing the animating spell," he said grumpily.
Arthur chuckled despite himself. After all, it was funny.
"Well, don't animate my cushions again, okay?"