The Colour Suits You, Merlin
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: The colour suits you, Merlin
Rating: NC-17 - not sure, could be R but am upping the rating in case
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen
Summary: Morgana was using Merlin as a dress-maker’s model. Merlin wasn’t having any of it.
Word Count: 749
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 494, Protest
Merlin bingo: Rescue
Author's Notes: unbetaed,
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
------------------------------
“I’m not a doll, Morgana. This isn’t-” Merlin wiggled, trying to shimmy out of the purple silk gown Morgana had insisted he try on. He wanted to stomp off, but even magic wasn’t enough to get him out of this situation. Morgana was a force unto herself and Merlin helpless to escape.
Morgana ignored him, instead told Gwen, “It needs more tucks. And skin.”
“Ugh, no, not more skin. I’m practically naked now.” Merlin whined, trying to pull the fabric up to cover bits that no one should see, certainly not without a long engagement or maybe ever.
Her hands flying over the silk, pinning and pulling and adjusting, shaping the gown just so, Gwen said, unhelpfully, “Maybe Merlin isn’t the right… umm shape?” But she was looking, too, more than she should and her use of the measuring tape was a good deal more intimate than Merlin would have liked.
Merlin was feeling a bit on display, hell a lot on display. He wiggled again, shuddering at their curious, nosy, enthusiastic eyes.
“Nonsense, Merlin has my colouring. He’s perfect.” Morgana smirked, laughing at little as he glared at her. “Now stop squirming.”
“If Arthur sees me, I will never hear the end of it,” Merlin groused, then yelped as Gwen pinned the dress tight. “He already thinks I’m a girl, which I most definitely am not.”
Of course, things got worse. Just as Gwen was pulling the silk down to the swell of Merlin’s bum, discussing with Morgana if she wanted it that low or lower still, Arthur walked in the door and stopped just inside. Staring at Merlin.
“Well, well, I must say the colour suits you, Merlin,” Arthur grinned, looking him up and down as he circled Merlin, humming and tutting like the prat he was. “Although it doesn’t quite fit, but I’m sure with Guinevere’s excellent sewing skills, she’ll have it right as rain in no time.”
Merlin glared at him, trying to pull the dress up around his neck, trying to hide all that skin. It got stuck, though, not quite covering him up. “It’s for Morgana, you arse.”
Arthur just nodded, looking like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Of course, it is.” He circled Merlin again, stopping and staring at Merlin’s bum as he said, “It looks like I’m not the arse this time.”
“I swear I will put one of Gaius’s potions in your food if you say one more word,” Merlin growled.
“I’m sure,” Arthur smirked, then waved off Merlin’s glare. “As I’ve always said, what a man does in his spare time is his own business. And since I’m such a kind and generous master, if you like, I can arrange for a feathered hat to match.”
Merlin couldn’t turn him into a toad, he knew he couldn’t but oh, the temptation was so damn strong. Instead, Merlin smiled, his voice sickeningly sweet as he said, “Oh, thank you, kind prince of men, your generosity is exceeded only by your prattishness. They will sing your praises for an eternity and talk of how supercilious and condescending you are to your poor manservant who already has shown such deference and regard for you. Oh, thank you.” Then Merlin scowled, snapping. “Clotpole.”
Laughing, Arthur waved the glare away. “Never change, Merlin.” Then he turned to Morgana. “You should use him for a dummy more often. I haven’t had so much fun in ages.” And with that, he swanned off, laughing as he did.
Morgana rolled her eyes. “How you put up with him is beyond me but stand still. Gwen isn’t finished quite yet."
Gwen just pinned him tighter into the dress.
---------------
The silk was perfect, feeling buttery smooth as Merlin skimmed his fingers through it. Arthur was groaning beneath Merlin, pushing his groin up past the silk into Merlin’s eager hand, sometimes berating Merlin before sinking back down into pleasure.
The dress was already stained, oil and release and sweat all mixing in a delicious map of what they’d done so far, but Merlin wasn’t finished. Pulling back a little, then slamming into Arthur’s willing body, hitting that perfect spot inside him, watching Arthur’s face as Merlin dragged every bit of ecstasy out of him, Merlin grinned.
The purple silk had certainly done the trick. And if Arthur’s arse was the beneficiary and Merlin’s, too, well, all the better.
He’ll have to send Morgana a dozen roses as a thank you.
But he was keeping the dress.
Title: The colour suits you, Merlin
Rating: NC-17 - not sure, could be R but am upping the rating in case
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen
Summary: Morgana was using Merlin as a dress-maker’s model. Merlin wasn’t having any of it.
Word Count: 749
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 494, Protest
Merlin bingo: Rescue
Author's Notes: unbetaed,
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
------------------------------
“I’m not a doll, Morgana. This isn’t-” Merlin wiggled, trying to shimmy out of the purple silk gown Morgana had insisted he try on. He wanted to stomp off, but even magic wasn’t enough to get him out of this situation. Morgana was a force unto herself and Merlin helpless to escape.
Morgana ignored him, instead told Gwen, “It needs more tucks. And skin.”
“Ugh, no, not more skin. I’m practically naked now.” Merlin whined, trying to pull the fabric up to cover bits that no one should see, certainly not without a long engagement or maybe ever.
Her hands flying over the silk, pinning and pulling and adjusting, shaping the gown just so, Gwen said, unhelpfully, “Maybe Merlin isn’t the right… umm shape?” But she was looking, too, more than she should and her use of the measuring tape was a good deal more intimate than Merlin would have liked.
Merlin was feeling a bit on display, hell a lot on display. He wiggled again, shuddering at their curious, nosy, enthusiastic eyes.
“Nonsense, Merlin has my colouring. He’s perfect.” Morgana smirked, laughing at little as he glared at her. “Now stop squirming.”
“If Arthur sees me, I will never hear the end of it,” Merlin groused, then yelped as Gwen pinned the dress tight. “He already thinks I’m a girl, which I most definitely am not.”
Of course, things got worse. Just as Gwen was pulling the silk down to the swell of Merlin’s bum, discussing with Morgana if she wanted it that low or lower still, Arthur walked in the door and stopped just inside. Staring at Merlin.
“Well, well, I must say the colour suits you, Merlin,” Arthur grinned, looking him up and down as he circled Merlin, humming and tutting like the prat he was. “Although it doesn’t quite fit, but I’m sure with Guinevere’s excellent sewing skills, she’ll have it right as rain in no time.”
Merlin glared at him, trying to pull the dress up around his neck, trying to hide all that skin. It got stuck, though, not quite covering him up. “It’s for Morgana, you arse.”
Arthur just nodded, looking like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Of course, it is.” He circled Merlin again, stopping and staring at Merlin’s bum as he said, “It looks like I’m not the arse this time.”
“I swear I will put one of Gaius’s potions in your food if you say one more word,” Merlin growled.
“I’m sure,” Arthur smirked, then waved off Merlin’s glare. “As I’ve always said, what a man does in his spare time is his own business. And since I’m such a kind and generous master, if you like, I can arrange for a feathered hat to match.”
Merlin couldn’t turn him into a toad, he knew he couldn’t but oh, the temptation was so damn strong. Instead, Merlin smiled, his voice sickeningly sweet as he said, “Oh, thank you, kind prince of men, your generosity is exceeded only by your prattishness. They will sing your praises for an eternity and talk of how supercilious and condescending you are to your poor manservant who already has shown such deference and regard for you. Oh, thank you.” Then Merlin scowled, snapping. “Clotpole.”
Laughing, Arthur waved the glare away. “Never change, Merlin.” Then he turned to Morgana. “You should use him for a dummy more often. I haven’t had so much fun in ages.” And with that, he swanned off, laughing as he did.
Morgana rolled her eyes. “How you put up with him is beyond me but stand still. Gwen isn’t finished quite yet."
Gwen just pinned him tighter into the dress.
---------------
The silk was perfect, feeling buttery smooth as Merlin skimmed his fingers through it. Arthur was groaning beneath Merlin, pushing his groin up past the silk into Merlin’s eager hand, sometimes berating Merlin before sinking back down into pleasure.
The dress was already stained, oil and release and sweat all mixing in a delicious map of what they’d done so far, but Merlin wasn’t finished. Pulling back a little, then slamming into Arthur’s willing body, hitting that perfect spot inside him, watching Arthur’s face as Merlin dragged every bit of ecstasy out of him, Merlin grinned.
The purple silk had certainly done the trick. And if Arthur’s arse was the beneficiary and Merlin’s, too, well, all the better.
He’ll have to send Morgana a dozen roses as a thank you.
But he was keeping the dress.