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ART: "Once Upon A Dream" (Disney Merlin/Arthur!!!)
Title: Once Upon A Dream
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Girl!Merlin/Arthur (omg)
Rating: PG
Notes: Uhhmmmm. xD On Wednesday 15th, I asked you kind people on my flist for Merlin/Arthur prompts and scenarios, since I was in such a hyper drawing mood. First thing I produced was some UST-laden moonlight skinny dipping. All sexy and wet and shiny.

So I thought it was high time for some silliness. :D Because Merlin/Arthur is a pairing very susceptible to silliness, I feel. No? :D

This latest aberration was inspired by ladyflowdi's comment ficlet featuring Disney Prince Arthur and inexplicably-magicked-into-a-girl!Merlin. And so obviously I had to draw it. Fluffy wide-eyed animals included.

.....*dies*


ladyflowdi's ficlet, for your perusal:

“You’re a girl.”

The girl, because Arthur refuses to even think of this girl as anything other than a girl, or that she has a name, that she isn’t even a girl, gives him a look that is so purely female that Arthur lets out what neither of them would ever call a hysterical giggle. “What gave it away?” she demands, yanking the tunic up higher on her shoulder and shaking the hair out of her eyes in a way Arthur’s seen her – him – her do a million times before. “Was it that I’m missing my penis? Oh, my penis,” she says, eyes big and liquid and devastated. “Where could it have gone?”

Arthur does his best not to run himself through with his own sword. “I used to be a good boy, once.”

The girl slowly stands, shaky and tall and unsteady as a colt, dark hair falling into her eyes again as she does her best to find her (horrifyingly dainty) feet. “I feel like I’m about to tip over,” she says, and wobbles alarmingly.

“Nice to my nursemaids, kind to animals, always open and giving to those lower than me.” Arthur stands, too, offers the girl his arm to steady herself, and when she takes an unsteady step and almost plants her face into the ground, sweeps her up into his arms. “What I could have done to deserve this, I’ll never know. Was it calling you an idiot all the time?” he asks of the (rather pretty) idiot in his arms, who is shoving the hair out of wide eyes that are thankfully not filled with gut-yanking tears. “Though you are that.”

“Hey,” she says, and shoves at his shoulder. “Put me down.”

“No,” Arthur says, steps around the bunnies frolicking and the sleeping doe and were those field mice dancing? and to the big brown palfrey that Arthur has loved since he was fifteen years old. He lifts the girl, the girl he is very pointedly not ever going to call Merlin, ever, onto the saddle, swings himself up behind her, and draws her close so she won’t fall and crack her painfully hard head open. “I told you a million times not to play with your,” he waves a hand to encompass all forms of the girl’s pure idiocy, “when you know these sorts of things can happen. Honestly, it’s a wonder you haven’t turned yourself into a dung beetle by now.”

:D :D :D :D :D

Alternative LJ link.