Title: A Series of Unfortunate Events
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Embarrassment comes in many forms, as Merlin, unfortunately, knows all too well.
Word Count: 300 words total.
Prompt: #247 Embarrass
Author's Notes: Since my muse has apparently gone on vacation at the moment, I decided to challenge myself to do three unconnected 100-word fics for the prompt instead. I tried to look at embarrassment from a different angle in each one.
“Merlin,” Arthur said, glancing from the screen to his boyfriend and back again. “Merlin, this isn’t a scary movie.”
“I know,” Merlin said, his voice muffled by Arthur’s shoulder. He didn’t look up, although the fingers covering his face parted a little as he peeked at the TV. “I’m not scared.”
“Sure you’re not.”
Arthur watched in amusement as Merlin retreated again, this time flinching visibly as the main character made yet another graceless attempt at dancing. It wasn’t hard to figure out why Merlin empathised with him.
Onscreen, something shattered. Arthur winced.
“Tell me when it’s over,” Merlin whimpered.
“We really shouldn’t be enjoying this,” Merlin said, leaning over Arthur’s shoulder. “It’s kind of mean.”
“But richly deserved,” Arthur pointed out. “He was a corporate spy, among other things. As far as I’m concerned, he brought it on himself.”
Two floors below them, Agravaine duBois had started shouting at security in the middle of the lobby, pointing upwards aggressively and forcing them to duck behind the railing to avoid being noticed. Merlin slid down the wall to the floor, snickering helplessly, and Arthur hid his own grin behind his hand. Firing his uncle had definitely been the right decision.
“Are you ready?”
Merlin hovered nervously in the doorway, his cheeks pink. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I feel kind of exposed.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “You’re still wearing the robe, you idiot.”
“Yes, but I’m naked under it.” Merlin folded his arms. “It’s weird.”
Arthur shrugged. “It’s your choice. I could always call Cedric instead.”
“No!” Determined now, Merlin took a few steps into the room, hesitating in front of the bed Arthur had set up for him. He took a deep breath and dropped the robe. “All right. Do your worst.”
Arthur grabbed his pencil, and started sketching.