FIC: Purrrrfect (Merlin/Arthur) PG
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marchionessdusk who requested Merlin/Arthur Kitten
310 words, un-beta'd (feel free to point anything out - I wrote it in a hurry)
“No.” Arthur stood in the doorway of Merlin’s flat, eyes squeezed shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Out of the question.”
Merlin looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a bit of a disaster, it was true. But there was nothing for it. He had tried. He tugged at it again, just like Gwen had showed him.
“That shirt, you idiot. Not your hair. You cannot wear that to meet my father.”
Merlin looked down at his T-shirt and denims. It was thirty degrees outside. He was not wearing a tie today, no matter how bloody good the air conditioning might be at Pendragon Estates. “You said your dad would love me. I just needed to be myself.”
“Yes! That was before I knew you owned a,” Arthur looked down at Merlin’s shirt, eyes squinting like it was a train wreck he couldn’t quite look away from. “kitten shirt that says -- dear god -- I’m Perfect.”
“It’s I’m Purrrrrrrrrrfect! Funny, see? Cat.” Merlin ran a hand along the shirt as if to soothe the fluffy pink kitten’s feelings then stopped when he saw Arthur’s expression which said he knew exactly what Merlin was doing. “I thought it would be a conversation piece. Break the ice.”
Arthur looked speechless for a moment then said, “Please tell me you are joking.”
“You said it didn’t matter what I wore, that I saved your life and nothing else would matter.” Merlin felt his lower lip tug into an involuntary pout.
“I lied. My father is not a nice man. He will have you drawn and quartered for despoiling his son while having such terrible fashion sense.”
“Oh.” Merlin’s gut twisted, his thoughts racing between how to make a good first impression while mentally flitting through his closet. “So my I ‘heart’ Unicorns shirt is out too, then?”
The sound of Arthur’s head smacking the wall echoed though the small, quiet flat and Merlin took that as a yes.
marchionessdusk who requested Merlin/Arthur Kitten310 words, un-beta'd (feel free to point anything out - I wrote it in a hurry)
“No.” Arthur stood in the doorway of Merlin’s flat, eyes squeezed shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Out of the question.”
Merlin looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a bit of a disaster, it was true. But there was nothing for it. He had tried. He tugged at it again, just like Gwen had showed him.
“That shirt, you idiot. Not your hair. You cannot wear that to meet my father.”
Merlin looked down at his T-shirt and denims. It was thirty degrees outside. He was not wearing a tie today, no matter how bloody good the air conditioning might be at Pendragon Estates. “You said your dad would love me. I just needed to be myself.”
“Yes! That was before I knew you owned a,” Arthur looked down at Merlin’s shirt, eyes squinting like it was a train wreck he couldn’t quite look away from. “kitten shirt that says -- dear god -- I’m Perfect.”
“It’s I’m Purrrrrrrrrrfect! Funny, see? Cat.” Merlin ran a hand along the shirt as if to soothe the fluffy pink kitten’s feelings then stopped when he saw Arthur’s expression which said he knew exactly what Merlin was doing. “I thought it would be a conversation piece. Break the ice.”
Arthur looked speechless for a moment then said, “Please tell me you are joking.”
“You said it didn’t matter what I wore, that I saved your life and nothing else would matter.” Merlin felt his lower lip tug into an involuntary pout.
“I lied. My father is not a nice man. He will have you drawn and quartered for despoiling his son while having such terrible fashion sense.”
“Oh.” Merlin’s gut twisted, his thoughts racing between how to make a good first impression while mentally flitting through his closet. “So my I ‘heart’ Unicorns shirt is out too, then?”
The sound of Arthur’s head smacking the wall echoed though the small, quiet flat and Merlin took that as a yes.