Character/s: Morgana, Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Morgana sets Arthur up.
Warnings: Fluffity fluff
Word Count: 612
Prompt: 249 Blind date
At 7:15 Tuesday evening, the door to Arthur’s office swings open and Morgana stalks in. “If you’ve got plans tonight, cancel them,” she announces.
Arthur’s plans are none of her business. “I’m busy,” he says, turning back to the spreadsheet he’s working on for tomorrow afternoon’s presentation.
“I’ve booked an eight o’clock table at Ffiona’s,” Morgana continues over his protest. “I’ve told your date you’ll be carrying this white rose,” she says, tossing the flower onto his desk.
Arthur looks up, startled. “Date? I don’t have a date!”
“You do now. Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ve given the restaurant my credit card number, so it’s on me. You can thank me later,” Morgana replies with a smug smile. “You’ve got half an hour to make yourself presentable. Have fun,” she says before making her exit.
Arthur stares blankly at the rose, wondering what the hell just happened. He considers calling the restaurant to cancel but then his mystery date will be left hanging. Arthur can’t do that to some poor sod on Valentine’s Day. Morgana has played this perfectly. Arthur sighs, saving the spreadsheet to work on in the morning. He pulls out his phone to text Merlin that he’s going to be late getting home.
Arthur arrives at the cozy, candlelit restaurant a few minutes early and is promptly seated at a small wooden table by the front window. He stares morosely at the centerpiece of pink and red tulips interspersed with sparkling paper hearts and Cupid silhouettes, then pulls out his phone to photograph it to send to Merlin with a sad face emoji.
He feels ridiculously rom com holding the stupid rose Morgana forced on him so Arthur pops it into his water glass, angling it so it will be visible to anyone stepping in the front door. He busies himself perusing the cocktail menu, looking up every time the door opens.
By 8:10 Arthur is about ready to throw in the white linen napkin when the door opens, revealing a red faced, messy haired Merlin panting as though he’s sprinted the mile and a half from work. When he cards a hand through his hair, Arthur sees he, too, has a white rose. Arthur starts laughing, catching his roommate’s attention. Merlin’s worried look melts away with his wide grin.
“Oh, thank Christ,” he says as he leans in to kiss Arthur. “I thought I was going to have to let some stranger down gently so I could get back to my boyfriend for our Valentine’s Day celebration.”
“Yeah, me, too. I’ve been texting you apologies for nearly an hour,” Arthur says with a happy smile.
“I left it in the charger by the bed. Again,” Merlin says with a smile. "I was a bit distracted by someone walking around the flat in his birthday suit this morning.”
“I like to call it my Valentine’s Day suit,” Arthur says. “I’m looking forward to seeing yours after we let Morgana treat us to a delicious meal. Champagne?”
“The most expensive bottle on the menu to pay her back for this,” Merlin answers with a grin.
They actually do end up thanking Morgana later. When Arthur confesses that he and Merlin have been dating since her Hallowe’en party, she punches him for keeping secrets then tells them both she's delighted they've finally gotten a clue. "Gwen and I thought we were going to have to strip you naked and lock you in a room."
"Been there, done that," Merlin answers cheerily. "You need to wash the sheets in your guest room."
Morgana punches him, too.