Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, no way. I'm not the BBC, are you the BBC?

Author's Note: This is my first ever attempt at a drabble! I thought I was gonna have like, so much trouble with it, but before I knew it, there were a hundred perfect words. Yay!

Summary: So, this is just where I'm gonna dump my little half ideas and plot bunnies. And attempt drabbles.

Warnings: None, for this drabble. Maybe future ones, but for now it's safe.


"Hey Arthur, why don't we have pet names for each other?" Merlin asked suddenly on a Sunday afternoon, of which the majority was spent lazing around his flat with Arthur.

"That's a stupid question," Arthur answered, not looking up from the magazine he was reading, his feet kicked up on the coffee table.

"No it's not, it's a very reasonable question I demand to know the answer to," Merlin replied indignantly.

"Fine, I'll call you Snookums Wookums Bear, and you can call me your Solid Rock of Handsome Man," Arthur deadpanned. Merlin was fighting the urge to smile.