Camelot's Next Top Model
Author: bunnysworld
Title: Camelot's next top model
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Somehow, Merlin and Arthur were participants. They're watching the episode where they get their hair done.
Warnings: Just some silliness
Word Count: 552
Prompt 489: Makeover
Merlin leaned back, snuggled into Arthur and shoved some pretzel sticks into his mouth. "Oh no!"
"What?" Arthur grinned.
"It's the episode where we get our 'makeovers' and the 'signature' hairthingy." Merlin rolled his eyes.
"It's the most anticipated episode. Everybody wants to see them destroy us." Arthur chuckled.
How they had ended up on 'Camelot's next top model' remained a mystery to them - it had probably to do with the size or lack thereof of the kingdom - but neither of them had taken the challenge too serious. Arthur as the prince of the kingdom had been a non-competitive contestant as he would never work as a model anyway. Merlin had only learned he had entered the competition when the letter arrived that he was accepted to the casting. First, he had rolled his eyes when he found out that Gwaine had filled out the application for him but then it had been fun to see all those young men thrive for the title - one that he couldn't care less about.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Merlin poked his side.
"I have never seen more grown men cry than on this day. I mean...it's not like they cut off a life's worth of hair like they sometimes do with women."
"Remember that guy with the long hair...?"
"Oh...him, okay."
"And then they gave Ralphie a weave or whatever those extension things are called."
Chuckling, Arthur reached for the pretzel sticks, too. "It looked so ridiculous."
"Oh, look." Merlin pointed at the TV with a pretzel stick. "Here they are trying to convince me that my ears are my signature or trademark or whatever and that I have to show them." He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"I think they were right, but that's up to you."
"And then they basically gave us the same haircut." Merlin laughed.
"And tried to make me ginger." Arthur laughed with him.
"I'm glad that they didn't try to make me blond or something else that doesn't fit at all. They were so keen on showing off my ears that this...what's it called? Undercut? had to do."
Pressing a kiss on Merlin's temple, Arthur grinned. "At least someone from the palace could give them a stern talking-to that my looks couldn't be altered too drastically."
Merlin shrugged. "You might look good with blue streaks or something."
"Only if you go back to the undercut." Arthur smirked, knowing that Merlin had worked really hard on letting his hair grow over his ears since the show had wrapped filming.
"Alright," Merlin agreed immediately. "No blue."
They watched their contestants argue and fight for their hair hairstyles for a while.
"What a silly show," Merlin shook his head. "And people really think you can make it big by participating?" He had indeed gotten a few offers later, but had declined all of them. He wasn't a model, he found that entire world utterly artificial.
Arthur shrugged. "I still think participating was a good idea."
Merlin, who had put his feet up on the couch by now and melted completely into Arthur, looked up. "You do?"
"Sure."
"Why?"
"We might have never met if we didn't."
Merlin threw a pretzel stick at Arthur. "Sap." And then he let himself be kissed and forgot about the show entirely.
Title: Camelot's next top model
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Somehow, Merlin and Arthur were participants. They're watching the episode where they get their hair done.
Warnings: Just some silliness
Word Count: 552
Prompt 489: Makeover
Merlin leaned back, snuggled into Arthur and shoved some pretzel sticks into his mouth. "Oh no!"
"What?" Arthur grinned.
"It's the episode where we get our 'makeovers' and the 'signature' hairthingy." Merlin rolled his eyes.
"It's the most anticipated episode. Everybody wants to see them destroy us." Arthur chuckled.
How they had ended up on 'Camelot's next top model' remained a mystery to them - it had probably to do with the size or lack thereof of the kingdom - but neither of them had taken the challenge too serious. Arthur as the prince of the kingdom had been a non-competitive contestant as he would never work as a model anyway. Merlin had only learned he had entered the competition when the letter arrived that he was accepted to the casting. First, he had rolled his eyes when he found out that Gwaine had filled out the application for him but then it had been fun to see all those young men thrive for the title - one that he couldn't care less about.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Merlin poked his side.
"I have never seen more grown men cry than on this day. I mean...it's not like they cut off a life's worth of hair like they sometimes do with women."
"Remember that guy with the long hair...?"
"Oh...him, okay."
"And then they gave Ralphie a weave or whatever those extension things are called."
Chuckling, Arthur reached for the pretzel sticks, too. "It looked so ridiculous."
"Oh, look." Merlin pointed at the TV with a pretzel stick. "Here they are trying to convince me that my ears are my signature or trademark or whatever and that I have to show them." He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"I think they were right, but that's up to you."
"And then they basically gave us the same haircut." Merlin laughed.
"And tried to make me ginger." Arthur laughed with him.
"I'm glad that they didn't try to make me blond or something else that doesn't fit at all. They were so keen on showing off my ears that this...what's it called? Undercut? had to do."
Pressing a kiss on Merlin's temple, Arthur grinned. "At least someone from the palace could give them a stern talking-to that my looks couldn't be altered too drastically."
Merlin shrugged. "You might look good with blue streaks or something."
"Only if you go back to the undercut." Arthur smirked, knowing that Merlin had worked really hard on letting his hair grow over his ears since the show had wrapped filming.
"Alright," Merlin agreed immediately. "No blue."
They watched their contestants argue and fight for their hair hairstyles for a while.
"What a silly show," Merlin shook his head. "And people really think you can make it big by participating?" He had indeed gotten a few offers later, but had declined all of them. He wasn't a model, he found that entire world utterly artificial.
Arthur shrugged. "I still think participating was a good idea."
Merlin, who had put his feet up on the couch by now and melted completely into Arthur, looked up. "You do?"
"Sure."
"Why?"
"We might have never met if we didn't."
Merlin threw a pretzel stick at Arthur. "Sap." And then he let himself be kissed and forgot about the show entirely.