Why to Never Trust Arthur EVER
Hey everyone! If you read my other stories, you'll notice that they're typically dark. I swear though, this one is complete crack. The only drama should be comical. (I hope) Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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"Merlin! Come here!" King Dollophead, the great clotpole and prat yelled.
"What?" Merlin replied, somewhat annoyed because Arthur had just interrupted his weekly tea party with Gaius's leeches.
"Follow me," ordered the (HOT- I mean, what) King.
Merlin reluctantly obeyed, leaving behind Sir Bloodsucker, Lady Slimy, and Lady Squishy. (Lady Squishy seemed particularly sad about their party being cut short.) Merlin followed his (boyfriend) king to the king's bedroom. Once inside, Arthur quickly locked them inside.
"What'd you do that for?" the warlock asked, somewhat confused.
Then, Arthur tackled him. Before Merlin knew it, his clothes had been removed and replaced with new ones. With horror, he realized that Arthur had put the frilliest, pinkest, sparklyest dress Merlin had ever seen on him.
"WHAT THE-!" Merlin exclaimed.
"OKAY EVERYONE, COME OUT NOW!" the prat yelled over him.
Then, Lancelot, Guinevere, Gwaine, Gaius, and Uther hopped out from behind the curtains.
"Lookin' good, Merlin!" Gwaine shouted.
"GODDAMMIT!" Merlin yelled.
That day, Merlin learned an important lesson. Never trust Arthur. EVER.
THE END
I hope you liked it!