thoughts of joy and hope and cheer, but mostly shopping, shopping, shopping
I need to write random OT4 ficlets more often. They lift my mood considerably.
Even though I ought to be in bed as I have to wake up in five hours. ^^
Mistletoe Kisses; Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Gwen, Arthur/Gwen, Morgana/Arthur, Morgana/Gwen; PG; merlinadvent Day Two: Breaking the ice
pt.1
It wasn't like he remembered Gwen hanging the mistletoe just there on the ceiling fan, but there it was, hanging above him and Arthur much to the sheer, terrifying glee of Morgana. She shoved Arthur from behind and cackled. Merlin swore she cackled. It wasn't a normal laugh, not even by Morgana's standards. Merlin swallowed around the sudden lump that rose in his throat when Arthur caught him by the elbow.
"Red, Merlin?" He was picking at Merlin's jumper but his eyes were trained on his face. "Did you truly think red was an acceptable colour?"
Merlin bristled, ignoring Morgana and Gwen, and when did Gwen show up in the kitchen anyway? She'd been chatting up Gwaine from the moment he had entered the door, though Merlin secretly wondered if she wasn't chastising him from the other weeks misadventure, which wasn't at all the point. The point was he'd been right and here Arthur was insulting his mother's hard work. "My mum made it."
"Hunith knits jumpers?"
"You two, I swear." Morgana tapped her foot against the linoleum. "Are you just going to stand there all night, Arthur, and insult him?"
"I might."
Gwen swore softly and tugged Merlin away, stepping in front of Arthur and framing his face between her soft hands. "Oh for the-" she began, shaking her head as she strained upward on tiptoes to deliver her own kiss to Arthur.
"There," she said, sounding unconcerned and not nearly as flustered as Merlin thought she ought to be. "Ice broken, boys. Your turn. I'd like a go at Morgana some time tonight, if you two don't mind. I mean it, Merlin. If I don't get my yearly snog, I'll be really unhappy tonight."
"Sorry," he muttered, turning just in time to catch Arthur leaning forward. Their lips collided in a painful mash of nose and teeth and when they pulled back, Merlin had to prod his nose to make sure it was still pointing straight.
"You make it so hard," Morgana took Arthur by the arm and gave him a light and teasing kiss before swooping upon Gwen at a dizzying speed, fingers tangling in Gwen's carefully done curls and crushed their lips together. Arthur coughed and turned pink at the collar.
"Red, Arthur? How is that an acceptable colour?"
Even though I ought to be in bed as I have to wake up in five hours. ^^
Mistletoe Kisses; Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Gwen, Arthur/Gwen, Morgana/Arthur, Morgana/Gwen; PG; merlinadvent Day Two: Breaking the ice
pt.1
It wasn't like he remembered Gwen hanging the mistletoe just there on the ceiling fan, but there it was, hanging above him and Arthur much to the sheer, terrifying glee of Morgana. She shoved Arthur from behind and cackled. Merlin swore she cackled. It wasn't a normal laugh, not even by Morgana's standards. Merlin swallowed around the sudden lump that rose in his throat when Arthur caught him by the elbow.
"Red, Merlin?" He was picking at Merlin's jumper but his eyes were trained on his face. "Did you truly think red was an acceptable colour?"
Merlin bristled, ignoring Morgana and Gwen, and when did Gwen show up in the kitchen anyway? She'd been chatting up Gwaine from the moment he had entered the door, though Merlin secretly wondered if she wasn't chastising him from the other weeks misadventure, which wasn't at all the point. The point was he'd been right and here Arthur was insulting his mother's hard work. "My mum made it."
"Hunith knits jumpers?"
"You two, I swear." Morgana tapped her foot against the linoleum. "Are you just going to stand there all night, Arthur, and insult him?"
"I might."
Gwen swore softly and tugged Merlin away, stepping in front of Arthur and framing his face between her soft hands. "Oh for the-" she began, shaking her head as she strained upward on tiptoes to deliver her own kiss to Arthur.
"There," she said, sounding unconcerned and not nearly as flustered as Merlin thought she ought to be. "Ice broken, boys. Your turn. I'd like a go at Morgana some time tonight, if you two don't mind. I mean it, Merlin. If I don't get my yearly snog, I'll be really unhappy tonight."
"Sorry," he muttered, turning just in time to catch Arthur leaning forward. Their lips collided in a painful mash of nose and teeth and when they pulled back, Merlin had to prod his nose to make sure it was still pointing straight.
"You make it so hard," Morgana took Arthur by the arm and gave him a light and teasing kiss before swooping upon Gwen at a dizzying speed, fingers tangling in Gwen's carefully done curls and crushed their lips together. Arthur coughed and turned pink at the collar.
"Red, Arthur? How is that an acceptable colour?"