Merry Christmas Ven! Part Two...
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magog_83Tonight's ficlet is from the world of Merlin Emrys's Biggest Fan :D Hope you enjoy it!
(for everyone who kindly commented on yesterday's fic, I shall reply soon! I'm just having a much needed cup of tea and a sit down first)
“Arthur, I need you to put this hat on and kiss me.”
Arthur looked up from his rather battered copy of Le Morte d’Arthur, which he had taken to correcting with a red pen, and frowned suspiciously. “Why?”
Merlin waved a truly horrible red Santa hat in front of Arthur’s face and pouted. “Because I asked and because you love me. And because I autographed all your limited edition posters.”
Arthur felt his face heat and knew Merlin had noticed, the bastard. “I didn’t ask you to!”
“Exactly,” said Merlin at once. “I did it because I love you and I want to make you happy.” Then he looked pointedly at Arthur and the hat floated free of his hand and proceeded to smack Arthur repeatedly in the face.
“Will you stop that!” Arthur batted the stupid thing away but it was, unsurprisingly, about as tenacious as Merlin. “I am your King, and you cannot just—”
“I’ll bring one of my film costumes home again,” Merlin wheedled.
“Merlin! Morgana is in the next room.” Arthur cast a nervous look at the door, half expecting to see his delinquent of a sister gathering evidence for Why Arthur Was A Corrupting Influence On Her Innocent Young Mind to report to his father.
“Oh pfft,” said Merlin, disabusing him of this notion immediately. “It was her idea.”
Arthur looked scandalised and Merlin took the opportunity to climb onto his lap, by far his favourite bargaining position. “Come on, it’s only a hat.” The hat stopped hitting Arthur and paused hopefully.
“No,” said Arthur, trying to ignore the warm weight of Merlin against his thighs. He reached for his book again but Merlin vanished it to another dimension and ignored Arthur’s impressive glare.
“Don’t I get to have kinky fantasies too?”
Arthur stopped scowling at the space where his book been not five seconds before and gave Merlin an incredulous look instead. “You have kinky fantasies about Father Christmas?”
The hat hit him again.
“You’re not supposed to judge my fantasies. Did I judge you when you wanted me to dress up as Harry Potter? Did I judge you when you got drunk and told your father you liked it when I—”
“Oh god, all right!” Arthur said hastily, almost dislodging Merlin on to the floor in his haste to have him never mention that again. “Give me the bloody hat!”
“Get up first,” Merlin said, shimmying backwards off Arthur’s lap and standing up before pulling Arthur to his feet and looking very pleased with himself. “And stand over there by the Christmas tree. No, not there, there.”
Arthur frowned at him, but shuffled over a bit regardless and then consented to stand still while Merlin put the ridiculous hat on him. “Ready?” he said, displaying a distinct lack of Christmas spirit.
“Nearly,” said Merlin, moving Arthur just a fraction closer to the tree and muttering something about his ‘best side’ (Arthur chose to ignore that). “Right, go!”
Arthur huffed a bit but leaned in, pressing his lips to Merlin’s obediently and not quite prepared for Merlin to open his mouth and pull Arthur into the kind of full on kiss he should not be enjoying in the (almost) presence of his sister, brat that she was.
He was equally unprepared for the sudden flash that caused him to jump back from Merlin in alarm, only to see what looked horrifyingly like Merlin’s camera drop down behind the sofa and hover there in what it obviously thought was a unobtrusive manner.
Arthur snatched off the stupid hat and pointed an accusing finger at Merlin, who just grinned like the little shit he was and said, “Honestly Arthur, anyone would think you’d never been caught out before.”
“What the hell is that?!”
“That,” Merlin said, retrieving his camera, “is going to be my official Christmas card this year.”
“Your what?”
“My official Christmas card. Every celebrity has one. This one is going to Keira, and John, and David, and Stephen and probably Elton because I know he’ll enjoy the view.”
Arthur made a grab for the camera but missed. “Merlin, I forbid you to use that photo!”
“Too late,” said Merlin gleefully, sending the camera speeding from the room with a flick of his hand. “It’s gone into hiding.”
“This is a terrible abuse of your powers.”
Merlin stopped smiling and blinked at Arthur earnestly, looking deeply wounded by the accusation. “You’re absolutely right. I would hate to abuse my powers for the sake of making someone look stupid in an ugly red hat. Oh wait...”
Arthur briefly considered moving out, except Merlin claimed to have Arthur Senses that could track him anywhere on the planet and Arthur couldn’t leave his limited edition signed poster collection behind anyway. He settled for a perfectly dignified sulk. “I’m starting to think reincarnation is overrated, you know.”
“Don’t be a Christmas Scrooge,” said Merlin cheerfully, pushing Arthur down into the nearest arm chair and draping himself all over him like an affectionate octopus. “I only have twenty-three more scores to settle and then we’re even.”
“I hate you,” said Arthur, and almost meant it.
“I know,” said Merlin, and kissed him anyway.
(for everyone who kindly commented on yesterday's fic, I shall reply soon! I'm just having a much needed cup of tea and a sit down first)
“Arthur, I need you to put this hat on and kiss me.”
Arthur looked up from his rather battered copy of Le Morte d’Arthur, which he had taken to correcting with a red pen, and frowned suspiciously. “Why?”
Merlin waved a truly horrible red Santa hat in front of Arthur’s face and pouted. “Because I asked and because you love me. And because I autographed all your limited edition posters.”
Arthur felt his face heat and knew Merlin had noticed, the bastard. “I didn’t ask you to!”
“Exactly,” said Merlin at once. “I did it because I love you and I want to make you happy.” Then he looked pointedly at Arthur and the hat floated free of his hand and proceeded to smack Arthur repeatedly in the face.
“Will you stop that!” Arthur batted the stupid thing away but it was, unsurprisingly, about as tenacious as Merlin. “I am your King, and you cannot just—”
“I’ll bring one of my film costumes home again,” Merlin wheedled.
“Merlin! Morgana is in the next room.” Arthur cast a nervous look at the door, half expecting to see his delinquent of a sister gathering evidence for Why Arthur Was A Corrupting Influence On Her Innocent Young Mind to report to his father.
“Oh pfft,” said Merlin, disabusing him of this notion immediately. “It was her idea.”
Arthur looked scandalised and Merlin took the opportunity to climb onto his lap, by far his favourite bargaining position. “Come on, it’s only a hat.” The hat stopped hitting Arthur and paused hopefully.
“No,” said Arthur, trying to ignore the warm weight of Merlin against his thighs. He reached for his book again but Merlin vanished it to another dimension and ignored Arthur’s impressive glare.
“Don’t I get to have kinky fantasies too?”
Arthur stopped scowling at the space where his book been not five seconds before and gave Merlin an incredulous look instead. “You have kinky fantasies about Father Christmas?”
The hat hit him again.
“You’re not supposed to judge my fantasies. Did I judge you when you wanted me to dress up as Harry Potter? Did I judge you when you got drunk and told your father you liked it when I—”
“Oh god, all right!” Arthur said hastily, almost dislodging Merlin on to the floor in his haste to have him never mention that again. “Give me the bloody hat!”
“Get up first,” Merlin said, shimmying backwards off Arthur’s lap and standing up before pulling Arthur to his feet and looking very pleased with himself. “And stand over there by the Christmas tree. No, not there, there.”
Arthur frowned at him, but shuffled over a bit regardless and then consented to stand still while Merlin put the ridiculous hat on him. “Ready?” he said, displaying a distinct lack of Christmas spirit.
“Nearly,” said Merlin, moving Arthur just a fraction closer to the tree and muttering something about his ‘best side’ (Arthur chose to ignore that). “Right, go!”
Arthur huffed a bit but leaned in, pressing his lips to Merlin’s obediently and not quite prepared for Merlin to open his mouth and pull Arthur into the kind of full on kiss he should not be enjoying in the (almost) presence of his sister, brat that she was.
He was equally unprepared for the sudden flash that caused him to jump back from Merlin in alarm, only to see what looked horrifyingly like Merlin’s camera drop down behind the sofa and hover there in what it obviously thought was a unobtrusive manner.
Arthur snatched off the stupid hat and pointed an accusing finger at Merlin, who just grinned like the little shit he was and said, “Honestly Arthur, anyone would think you’d never been caught out before.”
“What the hell is that?!”
“That,” Merlin said, retrieving his camera, “is going to be my official Christmas card this year.”
“Your what?”
“My official Christmas card. Every celebrity has one. This one is going to Keira, and John, and David, and Stephen and probably Elton because I know he’ll enjoy the view.”
Arthur made a grab for the camera but missed. “Merlin, I forbid you to use that photo!”
“Too late,” said Merlin gleefully, sending the camera speeding from the room with a flick of his hand. “It’s gone into hiding.”
“This is a terrible abuse of your powers.”
Merlin stopped smiling and blinked at Arthur earnestly, looking deeply wounded by the accusation. “You’re absolutely right. I would hate to abuse my powers for the sake of making someone look stupid in an ugly red hat. Oh wait...”
Arthur briefly considered moving out, except Merlin claimed to have Arthur Senses that could track him anywhere on the planet and Arthur couldn’t leave his limited edition signed poster collection behind anyway. He settled for a perfectly dignified sulk. “I’m starting to think reincarnation is overrated, you know.”
“Don’t be a Christmas Scrooge,” said Merlin cheerfully, pushing Arthur down into the nearest arm chair and draping himself all over him like an affectionate octopus. “I only have twenty-three more scores to settle and then we’re even.”
“I hate you,” said Arthur, and almost meant it.
“I know,” said Merlin, and kissed him anyway.
