Summary: Gwen has a way to convince the men in her life to do anything for her. And I mean ANYTHING.

Pairings: Arthur/Gwen, mentions of Merlin/Freya, implied Gwen/Gwaine and Merlin/Gwaine.

It was a nice sunny afternoon and for once Merlin had the afternoon off from both Arthur and Gaius. He knew it couldn't last long since one of them would snap back into reality and make him do some chores but he was enjoying it while he can.

"Merlin! There you are!"

Merlin bit back a groan and hoped that Gwen wasn't going to tell him that Arthur needs the stables mucking out or something. He turned and gave Gwen a grin causing her to smile back.

"Thank god I found you!" she cried out. "I have an amazing idea for your quest. Since you keep getting noticed and attacked I thought I should make you all disguises. I have the knights fitting into theirs in a minute and you can try yours on as well."

Merlin's grin widened at Gwen's kind thought. Since he was a servant he didn't actually have anything that would incriminate him as Camelot's man unlike the Knights and Arthur who go running round in bright red capes practically screaming WE'RE FROM CAMELOT. Morons, the lot of them, even if they are Merlin's closest friends.

"Sure, what is my disguise? If it's any better than this old jacket I might wear it all the time," he said cheerfully.

Gwen pulled out something from her side bag and held it up to him. "If you wear it all the time you might want to do so in the privacy of your room otherwise Arthur might send you in the stocks again," she said sweetly.

"I'm not wearing that!" Merlin blurted out looking and feeling rather horrified.

"Please Merlin!" Gwen pleaded, her lower lip pouting, her deep dark eyes wide and almost filled with tears. "I worked so hard to make it. Please Merlin just try it on, just once!"

She was using her most persuasive voice that she usually used on Arthur or Gwaine. This would normally never work on Merlin since he had never seen Gwen as a sexual being more like a partner in crime against the stupidity of King Prat. But then she was doing the puppy eye trick, her eyelashes fluttering quickly as she tried to prevent real hurt filled tears from falling and she looked so pathetic and innocent that Merlin felt like he just kicked a kitten or something.

A tear fell down her cheek.

Must. Not. Give. In.

Then another one.

Must. Resist. Evil. Gwen.

And then as a third one rolled down her cheek Merlin sighed heavily and his whole body slumped as he felt himself give in.

"Oh, all right, if I must!"

Gwen squealed loudly and gave him a bone crushing hug before dragging him back to her house.

Thank god Gwen had never turned evil otherwise the whole of Camelot would be doomed.

MMMMMMMMMM

The only reason Merlin's pride was not completely dead and buried with an epitaph of 'he is so whipped by his best friend Gwen' was because he looked better in a dress than any of the other knights.

Apart from Elyan who was looking more and more like Gwen in a dress than he ever did in his armour.

"When I get back into my breeches you should keep that dress on and let me take you out for a drink," Gwaine said starring at Merlin's fake breasts.

"No thanks," Merlin muttered. He had to admit he was rather transfixed at the awful yellow dress Gwaine was wearing. It was so strange that Gwen would make something so hideous since she usually had very good taste in clothes. And yet she is forcing Gwaine into this mustard yellow velvet gown that not even Morgana could make it look attractive (then again, Merlin remembers, Morgana never looked good in cheerful colours and only ever wore dark gloomy ones).

Then Merlin remembered last week when Gwaine puked over Gwen's lap after drinking one too many alcoholic beverages.

Ah. Sweet revenge.

The ringlets Gwen was in the process of creating with little rags and whatever face paint Gwen chooses to use will give the knights and Merlin something to laugh about for days.

"Gwaine's right though. That colour really suits you, Merlin," Percival said shyly.

It was a very dark purple velvet dress. Merlin had a terrible feeling that it was actually one of Morgana's dresses and Gwen chose it because Arthur mentioned something about that time with Freya...Merlin sighed mournfully and didn't speak. The knights exchanged worried looks but then shrugged it off as Merlin fearing all the teasing he'll get from Arthur.

"You look nice too, Percival!" Merlin added hurriedly when he realised he had been acting too depressed.

He was blatantly lying through his teeth since Percival looked gigantic in the pale blue silk dress. He looked like a man dressing as a woman more than the others ever did, his short hair and short sleeves revealing his muscles did nothing to hide the fact he was a manly man.

"I'm still making your wig, Percy," Gwen said sweetly, "the stable boys are plucking white horse hair as we speak, and I plan to make you a shawl I just need to sort out Leon's breasts."

This caused all the men to turn and look at the very red faced Leon who looked like a middle-aged matron in his lavender dress that he once wore when escaping Morgana's tyranny last year.

"You're going to need to shave, mate, or everyone will know you're a dude," Gwaine said grinning.

"Nah he should leave it on. His grandmother had a beard," Elyan smirked.

Percival and Gwaine laughed loudly while Leon flushed an even deeper red. There was a knock on the door before Arthur appeared holding a bunch of weltering flowers in his hand. "Hello ladies," he teased before handing Gwen the flowers. "You're a genius Guinevere, I barely recognised them," Arthur lied.

Gwen smiled radiantly before putting the flowers in the vase and then she held up a long puffy pink dress. "For you," she grinned.

"Err...its lovely Guinevere...but I can't...since I'm King...well...erm...maybe for my Uncle, he will need a disguise!"

"Oh man up Arthur!" Gwaine called out. "We're all manly enough to wear a dress. In fact I'm so secure in my masculinity that I might go around dressed like this all week. Don't act like a whiney little princess and put the goddamn dress on."

"Hell no," Arthur muttered.

"Arthur," Gwen said using that evil persuasive voice again, "please. For me. I never asked anything from you but I will for this. I need you to disguise yourself, I don't know if I can live with myself if you died. I love you too much to live without you."

She was using the wide eyed puppy dog eyes trick.

With fluttering eyelashes as tears was beginning to run down her face.

And she was flaunting her cleavage to him as well, running a hand down her arm.

Merlin wasn't sure which trick was more evil using sexual attraction or making tears appear on command.

Either way within five minutes Arthur was standing next to Merlin in a pink dress.

"You are so whipped," Gwaine laughed.

"So are you!" Arthur retorted.

"Let's face it," Gwen said cheerfully as her tears magically disappeared, "you're all my bitches."