Roxie
Author: 
bunnysworld
Title: Roxie
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Warnings: none
Word count: 262
Prompt: tiny
Summary: Merlin brings in a tiny creature
Author’s notes: Not beta’d. Yay! What else is new?
“What’s that?“ Arthur went over to where Merlin cradling something against his chest.
“A dog.” Why did Merlin sound so defensive?
Taking a closer look, Arthur snorted. “That’s not a dog. It’s the runt of the litter.”
“And yet, it is a dog.”
The little creature wiggled slightly in Merlin’s hands.
“Give it back to where you found it.”
Merlin shot him a look from where he was seated in the chair of Arthur’s desk, his feet up on the windowsill. That alone could have gotten him thrown in the dungeon.
“Merlin.”
“It’s only tiny, its mother didn’t want it. If I bring it back, she’ll either kill it or what is more likely, the others will not let it feed and it will starve.”
Arthur wanted to say something about how that’s the way of the world and that only the strongest survived, but then the thought occurred that he didn’t have a mother either and if nobody had had mercy on him, he wouldn’t have made it.
“It’s your responsibility, it will not sleep on the bed and if it makes too much noise, it’ll have to stay somewhere else.” He ordered, not believing that the little creature would even make it through the night.
If someone would say later that he loved naps with Roxie, tried to teach her ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ and that his voice turned into that high-pitched baby-babble when he told her she was a good girl and fed her good meat from his plate when he thought nobody was looking, he would forever deny it.
bunnysworldTitle: Roxie
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Warnings: none
Word count: 262
Prompt: tiny
Summary: Merlin brings in a tiny creature
Author’s notes: Not beta’d. Yay! What else is new?
“What’s that?“ Arthur went over to where Merlin cradling something against his chest.
“A dog.” Why did Merlin sound so defensive?
Taking a closer look, Arthur snorted. “That’s not a dog. It’s the runt of the litter.”
“And yet, it is a dog.”
The little creature wiggled slightly in Merlin’s hands.
“Give it back to where you found it.”
Merlin shot him a look from where he was seated in the chair of Arthur’s desk, his feet up on the windowsill. That alone could have gotten him thrown in the dungeon.
“Merlin.”
“It’s only tiny, its mother didn’t want it. If I bring it back, she’ll either kill it or what is more likely, the others will not let it feed and it will starve.”
Arthur wanted to say something about how that’s the way of the world and that only the strongest survived, but then the thought occurred that he didn’t have a mother either and if nobody had had mercy on him, he wouldn’t have made it.
“It’s your responsibility, it will not sleep on the bed and if it makes too much noise, it’ll have to stay somewhere else.” He ordered, not believing that the little creature would even make it through the night.
If someone would say later that he loved naps with Roxie, tried to teach her ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ and that his voice turned into that high-pitched baby-babble when he told her she was a good girl and fed her good meat from his plate when he thought nobody was looking, he would forever deny it.