Fic: Beautiful
OK, this is shamefully fluffy. Like, complete cotton candy. Also, someone besides me and gnimaerd needs to write this pairing.
Title: Beautiful
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: established Angel/Katie
Rating: G
Wordcount: 340
Warning: real person fiction
Summary: Katie and Angel discuss their characters' clothes, and Angel can't help but be a little jealous. Set post-London Expo.
“Is it completely shallow of me to hope that Gwen gets some nicer clothes next series?” Angel asked. “I mean, I’m glad that we’ll get more screen time together, and everything, but you always get such pretty things to wear.”
Katie laughed, reclining back on her pillows. “At least you don’t have to carry around a teddy to keep your nipples from showing.”
Angel smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I love how they actually asked you about that.”
“Well,” Katie replied, with a shrug. “You know how the fans are. And it is a bit of an anachronism, isn’t it?”
“Katie, Merlin and Arthur are the same age. Guinevere’s a commoner. We have a CGI dragon voiced by John Hurt. Isn’t it a bit much to complain about anachronisms?”
“All right, you win.” Katie smiled and reached out her hand, and Angel took it. Angel was still surprised by how Katie’s smile still affected her - still made her heart beat hard enough to leave bruises against her ribcage, just like the first day they’d met. Katie was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Angel had ever met.
It wasn’t hard to feel a little inadequate in comparison.
Katie tugged her wrist, gently, and pulled Angel next to her. Angel propped herself up on her elbow. Katie’s long white fingers played across the skin of the back of her hand, her green eyes focused on Angel’s face.
“Well, we know that Gwen’s going to be queen,” Katie said, matter-of-factly. “That’s got to mean nice dresses, no?”
Angel wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Oh, God. If I have to snog Bradley, I don’t think it’s worth it.”
Katie laughed again. Angel loved the sound of her voice, the way her face lit up. And then Katie leaned over and, pressing her hand against Angel’s cheek, kissed her gently. Her soft pink lips played over Angel’s, like a light breeze.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” Katie whispered, her face only a centimetre away.
Angel believed her.
Title: Beautiful
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: established Angel/Katie
Rating: G
Wordcount: 340
Warning: real person fiction
Summary: Katie and Angel discuss their characters' clothes, and Angel can't help but be a little jealous. Set post-London Expo.
“Is it completely shallow of me to hope that Gwen gets some nicer clothes next series?” Angel asked. “I mean, I’m glad that we’ll get more screen time together, and everything, but you always get such pretty things to wear.”
Katie laughed, reclining back on her pillows. “At least you don’t have to carry around a teddy to keep your nipples from showing.”
Angel smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I love how they actually asked you about that.”
“Well,” Katie replied, with a shrug. “You know how the fans are. And it is a bit of an anachronism, isn’t it?”
“Katie, Merlin and Arthur are the same age. Guinevere’s a commoner. We have a CGI dragon voiced by John Hurt. Isn’t it a bit much to complain about anachronisms?”
“All right, you win.” Katie smiled and reached out her hand, and Angel took it. Angel was still surprised by how Katie’s smile still affected her - still made her heart beat hard enough to leave bruises against her ribcage, just like the first day they’d met. Katie was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Angel had ever met.
It wasn’t hard to feel a little inadequate in comparison.
Katie tugged her wrist, gently, and pulled Angel next to her. Angel propped herself up on her elbow. Katie’s long white fingers played across the skin of the back of her hand, her green eyes focused on Angel’s face.
“Well, we know that Gwen’s going to be queen,” Katie said, matter-of-factly. “That’s got to mean nice dresses, no?”
Angel wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Oh, God. If I have to snog Bradley, I don’t think it’s worth it.”
Katie laughed again. Angel loved the sound of her voice, the way her face lit up. And then Katie leaned over and, pressing her hand against Angel’s cheek, kissed her gently. Her soft pink lips played over Angel’s, like a light breeze.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” Katie whispered, her face only a centimetre away.
Angel believed her.