Title: M is for…
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: Really none
WARNINGS: Uh my rubbish sense of humour?
Word Count: 220
Disclaimer: Merlin not mine *sob* It's the BBC's though I want to rob them and get away with Bradley and Colin ^_^
Summary: Merlin's trying to name himself?
Notes: Done in about 5 mins and is completely rubbish! I apologise for my uselessness!
"Merlin the magical?" Merlin scrunched his face up. "I think that's a given." He looked in the mirror, giving himself a quirky smile. "Merlin the marvellous?" He frowned. "Merlin the mystical? That sounds better." He put a hand on his chin then grinned widely. "Merlin the magnificent!" He nodded to himself.
"You also forgot Merlin the moron, Merlin the mentally deficient and my favourite, Merlin the miracle." Merlin turned to face Arthur who was leaning casually against a bed post with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He gave him a raised eyebrow; he was waiting for Arthur to continue. Arthur walked over to him with 'that' smirk. "It's a miracle you're still alive."
"Ah ha ha, funny, not." Merlin wasn't impressed. Arthur shifted Merlin's robes so that they sat on his shoulders squarely.
"Ready to become Court Sorcerer?" Merlin looked a little pale and gave a smile that made him look even more like a panicked rabbit.
"No." Arthur smiled.
"Of course you missed the most important M out."
"And what is that my Lord?" Arthur wrapped his arms around Merlin's waist and pulled him so they were flush against each other. Merlin groaned. Arthur growled in his throat.
"Mine!" They were going to be late, but who would argue with the King and his Court Sorcerer anyway?