FIC: The Pint-Sized Manservant
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fifty_fiftyTitle: The Pint-Sized Manservant
Pairing(s): None
Character(s): Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gaius
Word Count: 400
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Merlin takes a spell for Arthur. It has larger - or rather, smaller - consequences than intended.
Notes: For LFB72. Written for Prompt #313: Art Prompt (In The Palm of My Hand)for Camelot Drabble. On AO3 here.
This was not supposed to happen. They were supposed to have been hunting down some kind of innocent, helpless animal (which Merlin would purposefully scare away with a carefully placed cough or stumble), leaving Arthur sulking for the rest of the evening.
Of course, Merlin hadn’t accounted for angry, avenging sorcerers interrupting their trip.
“The tyranny must stop!” cried the man, hand outstretched.
Merlin dived in front of his prince, absorbing the spell. He felt a strange tingling and shifting throughout his body. Gradually, he was enveloped in warm, musky fabric, which cocooned him completely.
He struggled against it, climbing and wriggling towards a patch of light and the waft of clean, fresh air. He poked his head out of the gap and found himself staring at a set of very familiar, very big blue eyes.
“You really are an idiot, aren’t you Merlin?” asked Arthur.
Merlin yelped when he felt Arthur’s hand wrap around him, tumbling around inside his enclosed fist. When Arthur re-opened his fist, Merlin absolutely did not squeal as he realised he was stark-bollock naked.
“Arthur!” he exclaimed, covering his unmentionables with cupped hands. “Can’t you find something to...”
Arthur just stared. Eventually Merlin glared back, hands on hips.
“Arthur, get me something to wear!”
“Like what, Merlin? In case you weren’t aware, there aren’t exactly a lot of faeries or small folk around here. Besides, you’re adorable this way. Like an angry little elf.”
Merlin sputtered indignantly. “I am not!” he said, stomping his tiny foot. “Just… get me something, please?”
“Fine.”
Arthur smirked at Merlin as he fished around in his pocket, knocking Merlin off his feet as he shifted. A dark red handkerchief fell over Merlin and he gratefully wrapped it around himself.
“Thanks,” he said with a grin. “To Gaius?”
“To Gaius.”
***
Arthur carefully placed Merlin down on the desk.
“Can you fix him, Gaius?”
“I think so. Let me consult my books.”
Gaius pulled down several dusty tomes, flicking through them patiently. It seemed to take forever, but eventually Gaius made a pleased sound.
“Yes, it's a shrinking spell, Sire. No doubt to render you incapable of ruling. I have the counter-curse. But—”
“But?”
“It involves magic, Sire.”
“Do it, Gaius.”
Gaius uttered some guttural words and Merlin started to grow before their very eyes.
Merlin squeaked and hastened to cover himself with his hands. “Some warning would have been nice!”
Pairing(s): None
Character(s): Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gaius
Word Count: 400
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Merlin takes a spell for Arthur. It has larger - or rather, smaller - consequences than intended.
Notes: For LFB72. Written for Prompt #313: Art Prompt (In The Palm of My Hand)for Camelot Drabble. On AO3 here.
This was not supposed to happen. They were supposed to have been hunting down some kind of innocent, helpless animal (which Merlin would purposefully scare away with a carefully placed cough or stumble), leaving Arthur sulking for the rest of the evening.
Of course, Merlin hadn’t accounted for angry, avenging sorcerers interrupting their trip.
“The tyranny must stop!” cried the man, hand outstretched.
Merlin dived in front of his prince, absorbing the spell. He felt a strange tingling and shifting throughout his body. Gradually, he was enveloped in warm, musky fabric, which cocooned him completely.
He struggled against it, climbing and wriggling towards a patch of light and the waft of clean, fresh air. He poked his head out of the gap and found himself staring at a set of very familiar, very big blue eyes.
“You really are an idiot, aren’t you Merlin?” asked Arthur.
Merlin yelped when he felt Arthur’s hand wrap around him, tumbling around inside his enclosed fist. When Arthur re-opened his fist, Merlin absolutely did not squeal as he realised he was stark-bollock naked.
“Arthur!” he exclaimed, covering his unmentionables with cupped hands. “Can’t you find something to...”
Arthur just stared. Eventually Merlin glared back, hands on hips.
“Arthur, get me something to wear!”
“Like what, Merlin? In case you weren’t aware, there aren’t exactly a lot of faeries or small folk around here. Besides, you’re adorable this way. Like an angry little elf.”
Merlin sputtered indignantly. “I am not!” he said, stomping his tiny foot. “Just… get me something, please?”
“Fine.”
Arthur smirked at Merlin as he fished around in his pocket, knocking Merlin off his feet as he shifted. A dark red handkerchief fell over Merlin and he gratefully wrapped it around himself.
“Thanks,” he said with a grin. “To Gaius?”
“To Gaius.”
***
Arthur carefully placed Merlin down on the desk.
“Can you fix him, Gaius?”
“I think so. Let me consult my books.”
Gaius pulled down several dusty tomes, flicking through them patiently. It seemed to take forever, but eventually Gaius made a pleased sound.
“Yes, it's a shrinking spell, Sire. No doubt to render you incapable of ruling. I have the counter-curse. But—”
“But?”
“It involves magic, Sire.”
“Do it, Gaius.”
Gaius uttered some guttural words and Merlin started to grow before their very eyes.
Merlin squeaked and hastened to cover himself with his hands. “Some warning would have been nice!”
