Merlin; 'Of Booze & Balls' - Merlin/Arthur; G
Title: Of Booze and Balls
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (pre-slash)
Rating: G
Word Count: 800
Warnings: drunken!Arthur?
Prompts: angsty, innocent!Merlin and charlatan!Arthur, firsts.
Disclaimer: The show would have a lot more action in the gay department if I'd been in charge. All fun and games, lets keep it that way!
Notes: Kira is a greedy little bugger and asked for Arthur/Merlin as well. This one actually called for angst, but ended up being humour instead :( I fail. Still, we have some firsts and some dancing and some drunken fun, so it's all good! We shall ignore how I was writing this during my midterm instead of doing the actual test.
Enjoy ♥
"Oh come on now, Merlin. You're a country boy! How can you not have had mead before?"
Merlin grumbled.
"My mother didn't think it was good for me to get drunk." He neglected to deliberate on the reasons as to why. Telling Arthur that he was prone to start levitating things whenever intoxicated would quite possibly put a bit of a downer on the festive mood that was currently filling the castle.
For some reason, spring time seemed to bring the best out in everyone.
"Look, you have seriously been missing out, so I will take pity on you this one time."
Merlin started to protest, but Arthur was already making his way to the high table, grabbing his own goblet. Merlin just stared at it when he returned.
"But, that's yours." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I am perfectly well aware of that, thank you ever so much Merlin."
Merlin just looked at him.
"I can't drink from your cup! I'm your servant!"
Arthur rolled his eyes again. Merlin wondered whether or not it was something he practised in front of his mirror.
"I fairly certain everyone in this room is otherwise occupied and thus will not pay attention to me offering my own manservant a sip of mead from the royal goblet."
Merlin pursed his lips.
"I told you, I'm not getting drunk with you!"
Arthur huffed impatiently and simply pushed the goblet to Merlin's lips, tipping it, forcing Merlin to drink unless he wanted mead all over him. He coughed, getting the liquid in his windpipe.
"Yes you bloody well are. I will not be subjected to the horrors that are my father's drunken ways on my own, and certainly not sober. So, you will drink with me."
Merlin wiped the spilled mead off his clothes.
"You utter prat, look at this mess!"
Arthur simply grinned.
"You could strip out of it if you wish, I'm certain Gwen wouldn't mind."
Merlin groaned and held his head in his hands.
"How many times to I have to tell you that nothing of the sort is going on between me and Gwen?"
Arthur's grin just got wider.
"You could just stop denying it really, I am on to you, you know."
Merlin glared and gave up. They'd had this conversation too many times to count and the outcome was always the same; Merlin protesting and Arthur remaining convinced he'd figured it all out. It was getting a bit tiresome.
Around him, the noble people of the court appeared to have become raster pissed out of their mind as well. Merlin couldn't help but giggle at the sight of a rather flushed Morgana whose hair had come loose and who was now giggling like a young maid with Gwen, no doubt making fun of Uther's attempt to swirl around the slightly heavy Lady Duncan.
"You could get drunk with one of the maids?" Merlin suggested, "I'm certain it would benefit you greater to spend your mead on them."
Arthur snorted. "Not likely, girls have no head for mead."
"And you think I have?! I just told you that I'm not used to drinking!"
Arthur grinned rather evilly. Or perhaps it was drunkenly, Merlin was having a hard time deciding.
Arthur pushed off the wall he was leaning against, grabbing Merlin by the elbow.
"Come one then, I want to dance."
Merlin sputtered. "I hardly think that's proper!" he said, stumbling, trying to keep up with Arthur.
"I'm sure we are past the point of proper Merlin, my father is dancing with Sir Belvedere, so I think I'm entitled to dance with my manservant." And with that, Arthur twirled him in front of him, using one hand to grab Merlin's own and placing the other at his waist. Merlin flushed.
"I am not a girl, you fool." he hissed.
"So incredibly insightful tonight Merlin! I am very well aware of that, thank you very much, but I am the prince, so I get to lead." Merlin opened his mouth the argue, but he knew it was a race already run, and instead opted to shut up and simply try to get through the night with both his feet intact and without stepping on Arthur's own.
"Exactly how drunk are you, sire?"
Arthur laughed. Merlin wrinkled his nose; judging by the smell of his breath, he would certainly not be in need of more mead anytime soon.
"Oh Merlin. The most unsatisfying and quite possibly dimmest manservant I've ever had, but you a delightful dancer." Merlin felt himself straighten a little at the unexpected flattery.
Arthur hiccupped.
"I think best ought to get you to bed." He murmured. Arthur nodded slowly.
"Yes, I am feeling a little drowsy. Bed sounds brilliant."
Dragging his prince up the flight of stairs, Merlin smiled to himself. Destiny might not be entirely horrific after all.
-Fin-
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (pre-slash)
Rating: G
Word Count: 800
Warnings: drunken!Arthur?
Prompts: angsty, innocent!Merlin and charlatan!Arthur, firsts.
Disclaimer: The show would have a lot more action in the gay department if I'd been in charge. All fun and games, lets keep it that way!
Notes: Kira is a greedy little bugger and asked for Arthur/Merlin as well. This one actually called for angst, but ended up being humour instead :( I fail. Still, we have some firsts and some dancing and some drunken fun, so it's all good! We shall ignore how I was writing this during my midterm instead of doing the actual test.
Enjoy ♥
"Oh come on now, Merlin. You're a country boy! How can you not have had mead before?"
Merlin grumbled.
"My mother didn't think it was good for me to get drunk." He neglected to deliberate on the reasons as to why. Telling Arthur that he was prone to start levitating things whenever intoxicated would quite possibly put a bit of a downer on the festive mood that was currently filling the castle.
For some reason, spring time seemed to bring the best out in everyone.
"Look, you have seriously been missing out, so I will take pity on you this one time."
Merlin started to protest, but Arthur was already making his way to the high table, grabbing his own goblet. Merlin just stared at it when he returned.
"But, that's yours." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I am perfectly well aware of that, thank you ever so much Merlin."
Merlin just looked at him.
"I can't drink from your cup! I'm your servant!"
Arthur rolled his eyes again. Merlin wondered whether or not it was something he practised in front of his mirror.
"I fairly certain everyone in this room is otherwise occupied and thus will not pay attention to me offering my own manservant a sip of mead from the royal goblet."
Merlin pursed his lips.
"I told you, I'm not getting drunk with you!"
Arthur huffed impatiently and simply pushed the goblet to Merlin's lips, tipping it, forcing Merlin to drink unless he wanted mead all over him. He coughed, getting the liquid in his windpipe.
"Yes you bloody well are. I will not be subjected to the horrors that are my father's drunken ways on my own, and certainly not sober. So, you will drink with me."
Merlin wiped the spilled mead off his clothes.
"You utter prat, look at this mess!"
Arthur simply grinned.
"You could strip out of it if you wish, I'm certain Gwen wouldn't mind."
Merlin groaned and held his head in his hands.
"How many times to I have to tell you that nothing of the sort is going on between me and Gwen?"
Arthur's grin just got wider.
"You could just stop denying it really, I am on to you, you know."
Merlin glared and gave up. They'd had this conversation too many times to count and the outcome was always the same; Merlin protesting and Arthur remaining convinced he'd figured it all out. It was getting a bit tiresome.
Around him, the noble people of the court appeared to have become raster pissed out of their mind as well. Merlin couldn't help but giggle at the sight of a rather flushed Morgana whose hair had come loose and who was now giggling like a young maid with Gwen, no doubt making fun of Uther's attempt to swirl around the slightly heavy Lady Duncan.
"You could get drunk with one of the maids?" Merlin suggested, "I'm certain it would benefit you greater to spend your mead on them."
Arthur snorted. "Not likely, girls have no head for mead."
"And you think I have?! I just told you that I'm not used to drinking!"
Arthur grinned rather evilly. Or perhaps it was drunkenly, Merlin was having a hard time deciding.
Arthur pushed off the wall he was leaning against, grabbing Merlin by the elbow.
"Come one then, I want to dance."
Merlin sputtered. "I hardly think that's proper!" he said, stumbling, trying to keep up with Arthur.
"I'm sure we are past the point of proper Merlin, my father is dancing with Sir Belvedere, so I think I'm entitled to dance with my manservant." And with that, Arthur twirled him in front of him, using one hand to grab Merlin's own and placing the other at his waist. Merlin flushed.
"I am not a girl, you fool." he hissed.
"So incredibly insightful tonight Merlin! I am very well aware of that, thank you very much, but I am the prince, so I get to lead." Merlin opened his mouth the argue, but he knew it was a race already run, and instead opted to shut up and simply try to get through the night with both his feet intact and without stepping on Arthur's own.
"Exactly how drunk are you, sire?"
Arthur laughed. Merlin wrinkled his nose; judging by the smell of his breath, he would certainly not be in need of more mead anytime soon.
"Oh Merlin. The most unsatisfying and quite possibly dimmest manservant I've ever had, but you a delightful dancer." Merlin felt himself straighten a little at the unexpected flattery.
Arthur hiccupped.
"I think best ought to get you to bed." He murmured. Arthur nodded slowly.
"Yes, I am feeling a little drowsy. Bed sounds brilliant."
Dragging his prince up the flight of stairs, Merlin smiled to himself. Destiny might not be entirely horrific after all.
-Fin-