Fandom: Merlin Title: Arthur's Fairy Tale Nightmare
Title: Arthur's Fairy Tale Nightmare
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Crossdressing, slightly suggestive theme, and humorous
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, that honour goes to the BBC. I also don't own the pretty boys, nor do I make any money off the telling of their lovely stories.
Notes: Written forenchanted_jae's monthly drabble contest. Also written formerlinmpregandfandomwords100
Summary: Arthur is embarrassed by his Halloween costume but Merlin is just amused.
A/N: bolded words are from the word list prompt Jae posted for her challenge. Other prompts were Trick or Treat and Tristan's costume. Pics included are the costumes I imagine the characters wearing on their Halloween outing...
Arthur’s Fairy Tale Nightmare by HPFangirl71
“Trick-or-treating’s canceled because I’m not going out dressed like this!” Arthur groused loudly.
Merlin couldn’t help but wolf whistle at his husband, the skimpy Cinderella costume he was wearing a definite treat to the eyes.
“Well you’ve only got yourself to blame. I mean what were you thinking letting Tristan choose our costumes?”
“I was expecting him to choose ghosts, witches, or vampires, not bloody Cinderella and her fairy godmother.” Arthur groaned, perusing the sparkling wings on Merlin’s own scant costume.
A childish shout of “I’m ready,” announced the arrival of their adorable Prince Charming, disrupting Arthur’s impromptu pity party.
“Well, go ahead then, tell him. Tell him we’re not going trick-or-treating.” Merlin whispered loudly into his husband’s ear.
Arthur saw Tristan’s sad look at his father’s words. Quickly he pulled the boy into his arms, careful not to knock the crown from his head.
“What your father means is that we’re not going trick-or-treating around here. See, daddy’s found a new neighborhood for us to trick-or-treat in, a nice neighborhood where no one knows us.” he said with a forced smile, while shooting daggers at Merlin who was now laughing at his determined husband, now cowing to a five-year-old.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Crossdressing, slightly suggestive theme, and humorous
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, that honour goes to the BBC. I also don't own the pretty boys, nor do I make any money off the telling of their lovely stories.
Notes: Written forenchanted_jae's monthly drabble contest. Also written formerlinmpregandfandomwords100
Summary: Arthur is embarrassed by his Halloween costume but Merlin is just amused.
A/N: bolded words are from the word list prompt Jae posted for her challenge. Other prompts were Trick or Treat and Tristan's costume. Pics included are the costumes I imagine the characters wearing on their Halloween outing...
Arthur’s Fairy Tale Nightmare by HPFangirl71
“Trick-or-treating’s canceled because I’m not going out dressed like this!” Arthur groused loudly.
Merlin couldn’t help but wolf whistle at his husband, the skimpy Cinderella costume he was wearing a definite treat to the eyes.
“Well you’ve only got yourself to blame. I mean what were you thinking letting Tristan choose our costumes?”
“I was expecting him to choose ghosts, witches, or vampires, not bloody Cinderella and her fairy godmother.” Arthur groaned, perusing the sparkling wings on Merlin’s own scant costume.
A childish shout of “I’m ready,” announced the arrival of their adorable Prince Charming, disrupting Arthur’s impromptu pity party.
“Well, go ahead then, tell him. Tell him we’re not going trick-or-treating.” Merlin whispered loudly into his husband’s ear.
Arthur saw Tristan’s sad look at his father’s words. Quickly he pulled the boy into his arms, careful not to knock the crown from his head.
“What your father means is that we’re not going trick-or-treating around here. See, daddy’s found a new neighborhood for us to trick-or-treat in, a nice neighborhood where no one knows us.” he said with a forced smile, while shooting daggers at Merlin who was now laughing at his determined husband, now cowing to a five-year-old.