Last Friday Night (Merlin)

[Arthur]

The events of the Halloween party had…disturbed Arthur in many ways and so he was dealing with it in the best way he could. He was sleeping. He figured what works for a hangover must work for strange and bizarre experiences that one would most want to forget. The one part he really, really couldn’t forget though, other than turning into an elf, other than talking to the doctor, Rory the roman and Amy Pond, other than being surrounded by Zombies, other than seeing Magneto and Xavier, other than all that…there was one thing he couldn’t forget.

Merlin had been wearing tights.

He was in that state of awake and asleep and as the memory once again popped in to his mind he groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. When he heard the door open he said, “I know why you’re hear, and no, don’t worry Gwenie, I’m almost certain it didn’t happen again.”

[Merlin Emrys]

"What didn't happen again? And does she really let you get away with calling her 'Gwenie'?" Merlin asked curiously as he entered the room. He didn't actually feel too bad about Halloween, sure he'd run around saying some rather embarrassing things, in tights no less, but as Tintagel parties went, that one hadn't actually ended too badly for him.

Which was why he didn't think he had any reason to avoid Arthur, and came strolling straight into his room as per usual to pick up the prince's laundry, which he began bustling about the place doing even as he waited for an answer to his question.

[Arthur]

Arthur pulled the pillow away from his face quickly and looked at the dark haired man, not being able to help himself, he smiled. Good old reliable Merlin, getting on with his duties despite the fact not too long ago Arthur had pointy ears and Merlin was wearing… “Tights,” he said out loud before he could stop himself, hopefully not loud enough so Merlin could make it out.

However he quickly dived back under the covers and grumbled in his most Arthur way, “None of your business and for your information, yes, she does. I believe she finds it endearing…”

He poked his head out from under the sheets and said, “…well alright, normally I get a pillow thrown in my face for it but she’ll come around to it…eventually. Or I’ll stop…just as soon as she stops calling me Squeedgum, I have no idea where that came from.”

[Merlin Emrys]

Unluckily for Arthur, those ears he so liked were actually good for something and he caught the word, turning back to the prince with a confused expression before it suddenly clicked and his face flooded with colour - just in time for Arthur to dive under the covers, so he quickly turned his back to hide the blush.

"I... don't even want to know," he shook his head about the whole nickname debacle, gathering up the laundry that was scattered across the floor "and you can't say anything about those tights, elfboy."
Was wearing elf ears and a long blonde wig more or less embarrassing than tights? It was probably about on par to be honest.

[Arthur]

“Hey,” said Arthur still smiling, “don’t you dare say anything about my costume. Gwen worked on that for weeks for me and I think it was pretty authentic looking, ok? And, not only that, but it made be bad ass with a bow…and at least I got to have lots of cool new heightened senses…you just turned into a teenager.”

Arthur was about to climb out of the bed when he realised that…well…it probably wasn’t the best time to do that while Merlin was still wandering around picking up all of his washing, no, best to stay under the covers at this point, definitely. Although…he did need to go to work soon…but he really didn’t want to get changed into that uniform while Merlin was still there. So far he had managed to hide it from him, in fact he wasn’t even sure Merlin knew he had a job, and he certainly didn’t want him to find out now.

“What are you doing with all that? Look just leave it and go make me some breakfast,” he said and smiled winsomely, “please?”

[Merlin Emrys]

"Oh it was authentic, I'm not denying that, but you were still dressed as an elf," he grinned "and I was a teenage acrobat with advanced knowledge of hand-to-hand combat, tactics and crimefighting, thank you very much."

He threw a dirty sock at Arthur, rolling his eyes. Typical Arthur, Merlin would be halfway through one thing and he'd start batting his eyelashes and asking for another...without the actual eyelash batting, mostly.

"I'll make you some breakfast as soon as I've put this in the machine, have a bit of patience."

[Arthur]

He didn’t know what universe Merlin was living on but clearly it was some kind of Bizzaro world where a skinny little boy with his pants over his tights beat a Princely Elf with an awesome bow and arrow. However he couldn’t really blame Merlin, he wasn’t quite as clued up about this sort of thing so he was bound to make a few mistakes. Although…that had been strangely accurate for someone who usually didn’t take notice of such things. Hmm, time to test that theory.

Of course before he could, Merlin was throwing a dirty sock at him, which of course his Jedi-like reflexes was able to catch before it went anywhere near his face. Before he could stop himself however he said, “I’d rather have a bit of something else…”

Oh he did not just say that. Nor had he meant for his eyebrows to raise quite as suggestively as they had, oh why couldn’t he just keep his big mouth shut. Quickly changing the subject he decided to go back to his early plan and test Merlin’s new found knowledge, “Besides there is no possible way the Tim Drake could defeat Legolas.”

[Merlin Emrys]

Ordinarily, Merlin might have assumed that Arthur meant breakfast, but taking recent events into consideration, and the way his eyebrows rose... he turned away quickly before the prince could see his blush. He was almost certain that Arthur was just joking, confession or not he doubted the prince was actually ready for that, he was just trying to deal with it in his usual Arthur way, that must be it.

He was glad, though, when the subject was changed, and he turned back with significantly less of a red face.

"Tim? Maybe not, but D ick Grayson would definitely beat Legolas in a fight," he wasn't worried about revealing any of this knowledge, even though he'd actually, secretly, started reading up on the person he had become, the fact that he'd actually been Robin for the evening meant he had quite a lot of information just from the boy's memories.

(the space is because of the censored words)