A/N: Good evening, Clarice. ...what, too creepy for generally lighthearted fanfic? I agree. Moving on to shameless self-advertising. YOU GUYS, I WROTE SOMETHING THAT WASN'T A DRABBLE! Yeah, I actually went ahead and wrote an actual oneshot (based on the original idea for a drabble.) Check it out! End of shameless self-advertising.
Oh, gosh, this one. I swear, this one went through about four rewrites before I was finally satisfied with it. (Y'all can thank my BFF, Lassie for that. I should convince her to join. O.O Holy crap, that would be fun!) Ahem. Now that it's finally done, however, I'm pretty sure it's one of my favorites. I hope the rest of you enjoy it, too!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the BBC, the idea belongs to The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.
Rating: K
Genre: Humor/Family
Characters: Arthur, Morgana
Pairings: none
Warnings: Guys wearing heels
Prompt: Lost (You Can't Do That)
27. Lost
It had started with a bet. A very simple bet that Arthur could beat Morgana at arm-wrestling. His victory had been expected, effortless, and led to an entire series of wagers that all ended with the fifteen-year-old Prince reigning supreme.
Finally, in frustration, Morgana offered him an ultimatum. "Double or nothing. Broadsword-fighting, and you're wearing these." In her hand she held a pair of shoes that were not only boasting four-inch heels, but were at least three sizes smaller than Arthur's.
He visibly paled, but pride finally won over common sense. "You're so on!"
Morgana smirked. Dangerous game, gambling was.
A/N2: In other news, I have my very first job interview tomorrow at a department store! SO EXCITED!
Cheers!
~Melpomene