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Flash Fic
Let's be honest here, who saw the new Bodice Ripper challenge over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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merlin_flashfic and instantly thought of Merlin trying to get out of a dress? *g*
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But hee, he was already trying out Morgana's dress on himself in canon, that's just one step away from full out crossdressing, Y/Y? *g*
Speaking of bosoms, last night our local tv aired the ep where Morgause came into the picture... and there was the scene where Gwen bent over to wake up Morgana and... hello there pretteh boobies. *g*
(And now I want fic where Gwen or Morgana ravish the boys, that would be pretty hot. Now isn't that a nice way to start a Monday? *g*)
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Merlin darted into the nearest empty room he could find, closing the door quickly behind him. He slammed himself up against the wall and took a few quick breaths to stop himself from hyperventilating.
Calmer now, he looked down at his attire. The purple really did not do much for his skin tone, he thought wryly. At least he managed to find the magical assassin and stop her before she got to Morgana, but now his own spell was fading and, if he did not hurry, he would be stuck running around the castle in a dress.
Well, not that he wasn't before, all day really, but now he would look like himself and not like some random courtly lady that perhaps tripped over her own feet once or twice, but he was able to explain that away with random "dizzy" spells that also worried Morgana enough to keep him/her close enough for his needs.
He murmured the spell to bring his own clothing to the room and it neatly materialized next to him. Now all he had to do was get out of the damned dress.
Which was, of course, stuck.
He pulled, he yanked, he heard something suspiciously fabric-like tear. It was, inevitably, the intricately embroidered bodice, tearing neatly along the seam.
Okay, so he could either magically repair it at some later date and time, or have Gwen teach him how to make those tiny little stitches when he screwed up the spell and made it worse. That reminded him, why didn't he just try magic to get out of the dress in the first place?
He opened his mouth to try just that when the door burst open, reminding him that he had not locked it in his haste. It was, of course, Arthur, who stood there dumbly for a moment, no doubt taking in his man servant standing there half naked and half in a woman's dress.
When Arthur found the words, and Merlin really should have known he would find words eventually, the first thing he said was, "Really, Merlin, this obsession of yours with women's frocks is getting a bit ridiculous."
Merlin sputtered, torn between shouting, "I can explain," and "This isn't how it looks!"
Arthur simply walked over to him, took in the torn fabric with a sigh, and deftly began to unlace the section he had completely forgotten to untie. The fabric slid from his torso, but Arthur's hands did not. The blond head leaned close, breath ghosting over his ear as he softly declared, "If you must insist on dressing up, do let me show you the proper way."
It was not long after that night that a visiting maid found several beautiful dresses stashed away in the prince's armoire, and wondered just which lucky lady he was secretly courting.
*GLEE*
Ahahah, I can practically see Merlin slamming himself against the wall, and his myriad faces as he struggles with the dress. Then of course Arthur has to walk in some random room, because he has Merlin-radar like that... his spider sense must've been tingling like mad... I can imagine his thinking, "Hmm, something hinky is emanating in from this room, and I feel Merlin is involved. Also, I think I can manipulate this to my advantage."
*GGG*
You know, I forgot that it was also in canon that Arthur gave Merlin the stinky eye for holding that dress. How perfect is this, then?? \o/\o/\o/
The fabric slid from his torso, but Arthur's hands did not. The blond head leaned close, breath ghosting over his ear as he softly declared, "If you must insist on dressing up, do let me show you the proper way."
EEEEEE SO SEXEH. Also, Arthur? How do you know the proper way? Pay way too much attention to women's dresses too, don't we? *GGG* (I also find it hillarious that Merlin knows that purple does nothing for him, heeee)
Thankyouthankyouthankyou :DDD ♥♥♥
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For some reason, writing at night always works better for me, with the exception of afternoons where it is quiet and nothing else is pressing to be done. Probably left over from my college days when that was pretty much the only time I had for anything fun.
Still bouncy that you liked!
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and pimp it to others.