"In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great king-"
"Kilgarrah!" A very irritable dragonlord stormed towards the elderly dragon.
"What is it, young Merlin?"
"I am sick and tired" he punctuated each adjective by pointing a pale finger towards the Dragon. "Of you saying that almost every morning! In case you didn't notice, to keeping saving Arthur's sorry behind I need to actually get some sleep. Understand!?"
"Ah yes, young dragonlord. I will try and be quieter."
"Good." Merlin turned on his heel and walked back to his warm bed.
Love,
Eliza xxx
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Merthur one-shots!!
FanfictionPretty much self-explanatory. Has spoilers. Will have smut. Slash. Don't like, don't read is the simplest way of life.
