Fic: Winning
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disturbinglynicTitle: Winning
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G
Word Count: 532
Warnings: silliness and schmoop
Summary: Merlin and Arthur act like a couple of kids.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for the pillow fight prompt on my bingo card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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In retrospect, he probably should have run as soon as he had seen the gleam in Arthur’s eyes. Arthur had been much too playful all day, and really, he should have known better.
Still, if Arthur wanted a fight, then he was going to get one, and he wouldn’t even use his magic. He laughed at the satisfying thwack of his pillow hitting Arthur’s head. Arthur was quick to retaliate, hitting Merlin in the head with his own pillow.
Soon they were running around the room, feathers flying everywhere, and laughing until they were both breathless. They were acting like a couple of kids, chasing after each other with pillows, but he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
The fight ended, or so Arthur thought, when Arthur had Merlin pinned down on the bed and had thrown his pillow off to the side in favor of tickling Merlin instead. Merlin, whose head was resting on a pillow, managed to grab it and give one last satisfying swing at Arthur’s head.
Arthur rolled off of him and they lay there side by side, laughing even while they were trying to catch their breath.
“You know I let you win that, right?”
Merlin snorted. “You are such a bad loser.”
Arthur lazily flung an arm out to smack Merlin, but it felt more like a tap. “Why don’t you just be a good manservant and clean this mess up.”
Merlin rolled his eyes, but sat up. Arthur sat up next to him and they both watched as feathers made their way back into the pillows, and as objects that were knocked over stood themselves back up, and as broken glass sealed itself back together.
Before Arthur could say anything, Merlin had brought the fire to life, and had arranged the pillows and blankets in front of it.
Arthur chuckled beside him. “Merlin, I think my father was right. Magic is a terrible thing. I do believe you have some ulterior motive in mind.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Merlin got off the bed and sprawled out on the pillows and blankets. “I set all of this up for me. I deserve some relaxation since I’m stuck being your manservant. “ He smirked at Arthur.
Arthur was off the bed and straddling him in a flash. “You are impossible, Merlin.”
Merlin didn’t say anything. He just looked up at Arthur and waited.
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. You won the bloody pillow fight fair and square. I didn’t let you win. Are you happy now?”
“You know, Arthur, I think it’s good for you to lose sometimes.” He couldn't hold back the laughter in his voice. “We have to keep that head of yours from getting too big.”
“You know, I don’t have to take this.” Arthur started to get up, but Merlin grabbed him and pulled him back down, laughing at Arthur’s dramatics. Arthur was laughing too though.
Arthur leaned in to kiss him. “Merlin, what am I doing to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things.”
In retrospect, getting into a pillow fight may not have been the worst thing he’d ever done.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G
Word Count: 532
Warnings: silliness and schmoop
Summary: Merlin and Arthur act like a couple of kids.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for the pillow fight prompt on my bingo card for
schmoop_bingoIn retrospect, he probably should have run as soon as he had seen the gleam in Arthur’s eyes. Arthur had been much too playful all day, and really, he should have known better.
Still, if Arthur wanted a fight, then he was going to get one, and he wouldn’t even use his magic. He laughed at the satisfying thwack of his pillow hitting Arthur’s head. Arthur was quick to retaliate, hitting Merlin in the head with his own pillow.
Soon they were running around the room, feathers flying everywhere, and laughing until they were both breathless. They were acting like a couple of kids, chasing after each other with pillows, but he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
The fight ended, or so Arthur thought, when Arthur had Merlin pinned down on the bed and had thrown his pillow off to the side in favor of tickling Merlin instead. Merlin, whose head was resting on a pillow, managed to grab it and give one last satisfying swing at Arthur’s head.
Arthur rolled off of him and they lay there side by side, laughing even while they were trying to catch their breath.
“You know I let you win that, right?”
Merlin snorted. “You are such a bad loser.”
Arthur lazily flung an arm out to smack Merlin, but it felt more like a tap. “Why don’t you just be a good manservant and clean this mess up.”
Merlin rolled his eyes, but sat up. Arthur sat up next to him and they both watched as feathers made their way back into the pillows, and as objects that were knocked over stood themselves back up, and as broken glass sealed itself back together.
Before Arthur could say anything, Merlin had brought the fire to life, and had arranged the pillows and blankets in front of it.
Arthur chuckled beside him. “Merlin, I think my father was right. Magic is a terrible thing. I do believe you have some ulterior motive in mind.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Merlin got off the bed and sprawled out on the pillows and blankets. “I set all of this up for me. I deserve some relaxation since I’m stuck being your manservant. “ He smirked at Arthur.
Arthur was off the bed and straddling him in a flash. “You are impossible, Merlin.”
Merlin didn’t say anything. He just looked up at Arthur and waited.
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. You won the bloody pillow fight fair and square. I didn’t let you win. Are you happy now?”
“You know, Arthur, I think it’s good for you to lose sometimes.” He couldn't hold back the laughter in his voice. “We have to keep that head of yours from getting too big.”
“You know, I don’t have to take this.” Arthur started to get up, but Merlin grabbed him and pulled him back down, laughing at Arthur’s dramatics. Arthur was laughing too though.
Arthur leaned in to kiss him. “Merlin, what am I doing to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things.”
In retrospect, getting into a pillow fight may not have been the worst thing he’d ever done.
