AN: So this is basically me just messing around. As it would happen I've been doing 750 words a day for the summer (because I forgot during school) and I just so happen to be obsessing over Merlin at the moment so I figure "Why the heck not?" So here I am posting stuff even though there are much better things I could be doing.
I don't own Merlin and that's probably good because if I did I would make plot holes that not even magic could get us out of….
Since this is the product of my corrupted mind I shall warn you, I don't know what will be in here so be ready for insanity, craziness, and Merthur from my poor demented mind. So I apologize for oc-ness
Review if you like, request stuff if you dare, I'll do my best, but I wouldn't expect too much.
Anyway on with it!
Arthur had to admit Merlin was possibly the most uncoordinated and graceless person he'd ever met. The boy managed to trip over perfectly flat services, muck up the simplest tasks, and forget the most obvious things. He tripped down stairs taking cloths and armor with him. It was total madness.
As the boy tripped for the sixth time since entering his chambers (not that Prince Arthur paid attention to his servant as he fumbled around the room, it just so happened that today the boy was making more noise than usual,) Arthur decided it was time to give up.
"Honestly! Can't you do a single thing right?" He yelled in complete exasperation. The Warlock jumped and dropped the things that remained in his hands. The prince sighed and rose from his seat. Helping the servant pick up the various scrolls that he'd brought to the prince, Arthur tried to think of a way to give himself a few moments of peace from the constant chaos that was Merlin.
"I think that's all I need from you today," Arthur said in annoyance. Merlin looked stricken and stood quickly.
"Are you sure, Sire? I could finish the polishing or do the rest of the washing," He offered.
"No Merlin, I think I've had enough of your help for one day," Arthur said in an annoyed tone. The poor manservant looked comically dejected, and promptly removed himself from the room. Arthur once again took his seat and began to read through the documents that had been brought to him. Somehow he found himself distracted though. Instead of on the important state documents he was reading, his mind wandered to the look of hurt that had been drawn over the features of his manservant as he fled the Prince's disapproval.
'Well it's not as if he didn't deserve it, he reasoned. If Merlin actually tried, and learned to stop being so careless the Prince would have no need to send him away. Another part of his mind rebelled. Well it's not as if he can help it and it really was accidental. Arthur growled at that part of his mind, but he did feel bad ("what was this? Guilt? How could the great prince prat feel guilt for such a lowly servant? A mocking Merlin voice said. Wait no forget that…") He decided that tomorrow he would apologize to save his sanity if nothing else.
The next morning, a glowering grumpy warlock threw open his drapes and told him to rise. Arthur annoyed by the dark mood of his servant, just stared at the angry boy filing through his chambers. He decided instantly that it was now or never and summoned hid resolve together. "For my sanity," he reminded himself.
"Look Merlin, about yesterday, I'm sorry," He sighed. Merlin turned to him in astonishment, then smirked and raised an eyebrow. This annoyed the Prince, who was only being polite, and he had to amend his statement. "I mean it's not your fault that you're totally useless and clumsy," He said and Merlin's smirk grew if anything.
"And I'm sorry that you are such a prat, because I'm sure that you can't help it," Merlin returned. Arthur scowled at the servant. "Your breakfast is ready."
That morning Merlin managed to not have any stumbles or mishaps at all and Arthur began to wonder if maybe Merlin was only acting when he fell over his own feet all the time. By noon Arthur had actually begun to enjoy the merits of Non-clumsy Merlin. If he wasn't tripping all the time he got more done, moved more quickly and managed to be of some help to Arthur. It wasn't until the evening when Arthur had retired to work on a speech that Merlin finally let go and tripped quick spectacularly spilling the ink he'd been carrying in all directions over the floor. The apologetic and ink stained servant resurfaced from the floor and blinked at the Prince.
Arthur tried desperately to restrain himself, but his resolve was not enough and he laughed at the poor spotted boy in front of him. Merlin stared at the Prince for a moment, before his annoyance became evident and he stood and made his way to Arthur to tell him off.
In the seconds that followed Arthur decided that he liked clumsy Merlin, much better than graceful (and normal) Merlin. As the angry boy made his way to the Prince, he slipped on the spilled ink and stumbled. The startled Prince found himself with a lap full of flustered and ink-covered Merlin. Arthur silently gave thanks to whatever gods controlled grace and clumsiness that Merlin was who he was, before kissing the startled boy senseless.
Now that I think about it this was done for the prompt "careless" on the list of one hundred prompt words my friends gave me. It's like number 13 or something.
Anyway hope you enjoyed.