Merlin one shots

High society

Morgana waltzed into Merlin's cafe, grinning, dressed in a mid length, red evening gown. Merlin finished wiping a table, looking up at her. "We're closed Morgie. And you're a little overdressed for coffee."
"I know. I'm picking you up." Merlin stared blankly. "For the party? We arranged this weeks ago." Merlin slammed his palm into his forehead.
"I completely forgot. Sorry."
"Well get changed then. We'll be late."
"Morgie, I'm just tired, and-"
"You promised Merlin. And there's someone I want you to meet." Merlin stashed the cleaning supplies behind the counter, shaking his head.
"Don't tell me you're matchmaking M." Morgana gasped dramatically.
"Of course not Merlin. I wouldn't dare."
"Good."
"Get changed then."
"Won't this do?" Morgana arched an eyebrow. "Apparently not."

They were both sat in the back seat of Morgana's car, Morgana fussing over Merlin's hair. She took out a tube of concealer, smiling coaxingly at Merlin. "No. No way."
"Come on Merlin. This party, it's a big deal."
"Nope. The shirt's high class enough for me." Morgana sighed.
"Oh, I just remembered," She rummaged around in her bag, handing Merlin a small-ish red box. Merlin opened it, seeing a beautiful jewelled butterfly propped up in the velvet. "For luck." She clipped it onto Merlin's lapel, smiling with satisfaction.
"Morgana, this looks terribly expensive, I can't-"
"Don't you worry your pretty head about that. They aren't real anyway," she informed him, regarding the diamonds adorning the broach.
"I see. Well it's very beautiful."

"So, what kind of boys are you into?" Merlin blinked at Morgana's question.
"Sorry?"
"Boys. And you. Any preference?"
"Um-"
"Blond?"
"I don't really mind about-"
"Muscular?"
"Ideally, yeah."
"Rich?"
"Why would that-"
"Richer than me," Morgana continued.
"Well, it would all depend on personality Morgie."
"Ok, so, he's a bit thick, but very noble. A real prince charming."
"I thought you weren't matchmaking?" Merlin rolled his eyes
"I lied. You're going to love him though." She squeezed Merlin's cheek.

Merlin walked into the ballroom, which was decked out in silver snd red, a large table of food across the left side, an orchestra playing on the stage. There seemed to be hundreds of people there, all dressed as finely as Morgana, the ladies all with the most exquisite necklaces, the men in the finest suits. "Keep your head up Merlin. Smile," Morgana prompted, wrapping a delicate hand around Merlin's arm. "Come on. I'll introduce you to my friends. I can't see Arthur anywhere yet."

"Ah, Merlin. Meet my old friend Samuel." Morgana gestured to a relatively old man, grey around the temples, wrinkles etching his forehead. She held out her hand for him to kiss, which he did, before settling his eyes on Morgana's breasts. "Sammy, meet Merlin." Samuel turned to look at Merlin, acknowledging him with a nod.
"Nice to meet you Merlin." Merlin smiled awkwardly.
"You too." Samuel turned back to looking at Morgana, licking his lower lip slightly.
"What a lovely dress Morgana. New?" Morgana nodded, smiling sweetly.
"I had it made especially."
"Well go on then my dear. Give us a twirl." Morgana happily obliged, the base of her skirt flaring slightly. "Beautiful. And these beads, are-" He ran a hand down Morgana's side, tracing the beads down the her right buttock. Morgana coughed, stepping away.

"Well. Can't stand around chatting all evening," Morgana said, smoothly, taking Merlin's arm again, gliding away across the room. "Letcherous old pervert," she whispered into Merlin's ear. Merlin offered a 'hmm' in agreement.
"It is a lovely dress though. Very, um-" he squinted, unsure of what to say. "Flattering?"
"Well you could hardly call it modest," chided another man, who had slid in beside Merlin. He raised his eyebrows at Merlin, by way of greeting. "Anything less and you'd be naked."
"Well, I must maintain my allure somehow," Morgan returned, smartly. "I'm not getting any younger."
"You're twenty eight, Morgana," Merlin commented.
"Hush now Merlin."
"Ah well Morg. It's not like you can't afford plastic surgery," the man pointed out. Morgana shook her head. "You have before."
"I told you Leon, I did not get a boob job," Morgana hissed, elbowing Leon in the ribs.
"Whatever you say, Morgana."
"They're real," Morgana protested. "Tell him Merlin."
"No comment." Morgana coughed.