Blushes
Author: weepingwillow9
Title: Blushes
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, various assorted Knights
Summary: It's Merlin's birthday, and he has several surprises waiting
Warnings: None
Word Count: 188
Prompt: Surprise
Author's Notes: Couldn't resist some canon fluff
“Surprise!” they shout, not entirely all together.
Merlin gasps and claps his hands to his mouth at the sight. There’s mead and fruit and cake, and Gwen and Morgana and the knights, all jumping up from their hiding places under tables. Merlin wonders how long they’ve been waiting there. He takes them all in, recognises all the effort it must have taken to organise this, and it’s just what he needs, just when he was doubting his position and his worth in Camelot.
A hinge creaks and Merlin turns, slowly.
“Merlin,” Arthur slurs, tripping his way out of a wardrobe and holding up a flagon of mead, “This is fine stuff, you should try it.”
“You’re drunk,” Merlin laughs, “How many have you had?”
Arthur holds his flagon up to inspect it, caught off guard.
“Well, you took so long in the laundry, had to start without you. ‘Sides, couldn’t do this without help.”
He swoops in and plants an unsteady, wet kiss on Merlin’s cheek. Merlin blushes the same red as Arthur’s jacket.
“Knew you wanted that,” Arthur says, and leans in again to kiss him properly.
Title: Blushes
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, various assorted Knights
Summary: It's Merlin's birthday, and he has several surprises waiting
Warnings: None
Word Count: 188
Prompt: Surprise
Author's Notes: Couldn't resist some canon fluff
“Surprise!” they shout, not entirely all together.
Merlin gasps and claps his hands to his mouth at the sight. There’s mead and fruit and cake, and Gwen and Morgana and the knights, all jumping up from their hiding places under tables. Merlin wonders how long they’ve been waiting there. He takes them all in, recognises all the effort it must have taken to organise this, and it’s just what he needs, just when he was doubting his position and his worth in Camelot.
A hinge creaks and Merlin turns, slowly.
“Merlin,” Arthur slurs, tripping his way out of a wardrobe and holding up a flagon of mead, “This is fine stuff, you should try it.”
“You’re drunk,” Merlin laughs, “How many have you had?”
Arthur holds his flagon up to inspect it, caught off guard.
“Well, you took so long in the laundry, had to start without you. ‘Sides, couldn’t do this without help.”
He swoops in and plants an unsteady, wet kiss on Merlin’s cheek. Merlin blushes the same red as Arthur’s jacket.
“Knew you wanted that,” Arthur says, and leans in again to kiss him properly.