(an: this is my first merlin fan fiction my friend keeps getting me addicted to fandoms and my newest one is Merther or Arthur/Merlin seriously I haven't even watched the show yet but I can't get enough of Arthur's arrogance)
Arthur stared down at the plate in front of him in fear contemplating whether or not to stab it.
"So" Merlin asked happily "what do you think".
Arthur shallowed hard a crooked smile etching across his face "I've never seen anything like it" it was the truth after all.
"Really?!" Merlin exclaimed beaming.
"Yeah, it looks… unique" Arthur affirmed trying not to sound afraid or… sick.
"Then why don't you try it" Merlin asked his had tilting slightly an adorable expression of innocence cast across the younger man's face making Arthur blush.
The prince in question swallowed hard even though his throat was dry, "of course it looks… delicious" he said lying through his teeth he looked down on the plate cringing slightly as it started bubbling the colour itself was unappetizing.
But the whole thing looked frighting… Was that an eye! No it was an onion… a whole onion? Arthur was no chef but he at least knew onions had to be cut up, but that definitely was a chicken's foot.
A cold sweat started to break out on the prince's face swallowing even more of his pride something he would only do for merlin, he picked up his spoon and started to fill it with part of the bubbling brew or soup as Merlin referred it to.
He tried not to look at it to long before shoving it in his mouth the taste itself wasn't that bad surprisingly it was the texture it was horrific and that in itself was an instatement.
Swallowing he grabbed his glass draining it in seconds trying to rid the monstrosity from his mouth.
"So Arthur did you like it?" Merlin asked smiling happily.
"Uh…. I've never had anything like it" Arthur said standing tucking in his chair after him walking over to his warlock his Merlin his… boyfriend he closed the distance quickly pulling the smaller man in a tight embrace.
Merlin who was beet red started to open his mouth to question the other man's behaviour but his questions were left unanswered as rough lips pressed against his softer one's beard stubble scratching his cheek.
Breaking the kiss Arthur put a firm hand on Merlin's shoulder "I'll see you in a minute got to wash up" he said breathing into Merlin's ear sending a chill down the magician's back.
After Arthur left Merlin went over to the table staring down at food he sweat and laboured over for three hours wondering what it taste like he took a mouth full for himself cringing at the taste but the consistency made him want to gag.
Forgetting the cup on the table he sculled the entire jug coughing and gagging when he finished.
'How the hell did he manage to eat that with a smile' he thought shaking his head slightly.
(there done though from the time it took to finish this I watched the entire merlin series –I kind of abandoned it for a while- and I found many faults in my story –like merlin can cook- oh well *shrugs*. ZB signing out, Ja ne)