FOR TeznianFlux! Very nice choice, I thank you for the request!
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Merlin threw open the door as well as his hands into the air, "I absolutely hate her!" he kicked the base of the guest room bed Arthur was given and continued to swear, "They're fucking bitches! All of them!" Merlin pouted and crossed his arms, huffing when he plopped down into a seat. Arthur came in after him, more sedately.
The prince sighed, "Honestly Merlin, you should get used to this by now, my father will not rest and die until I'm married and have children. Sending me on a diplomatic mission to a neighboring kingdom which has six princesses is a bit much, but." He sighed again, rubbing his face.
Merlin lifted a pointed finger, "That's another thing! Who in their right mind has SIX daughters?" slouching, Merlin turned away. Arthur regarded his tense shoulders with a confused frown.
"Merlin, we're leaving tomorrow, don't get so worked up." This time, Merlin didn't turn around when he replied.
"Whatever." He mumbled, pulling his arms around his knees. Arthur suddenly had a thought and smiled gently at the curled up boy on the chair.
"Merlin." He crossed the room and put his hands on Merlin's shoulders, "you should really stop with all this self-pity stuff." He made his voice joking, so as not to incur his wrath. Merlin twisted so he could glare at him, and Arthur was shocked to see tears standing in his blue eyes.
"It's not that Arthur, it's…" Merlin bit his lip, "Well…ok it is that a bit. I just….don't want my time with you to be over so soon." He turned his face into his knees and Arthur let out a breath of realization.
Moving around, Arthur took one knee before the curled up Merlin, idly wondering at how small he looked. Putting a large hand on Merlin's shoulder, Arthur silently pulled his face up, putting his hands in a caress around his neck.
"Merlin," Arthur said softly, a serious look in his blue eyes, "You know I love you, and whatever happens in the future, I don't think that can change." Merlin examined his face until he smiled, a little shakily. He fell forward to slump into Arthur's arms and kiss him hard on the mouth. They pressed together, hands roaming, clothing shredding, skin sinking into each other like they had been born together.
"Arthur!" Merlin crowed as he reached completion, spilling, and arching under him like some gorgeous ethereal creature. Arthur shuddered at the sight, feeling himself fall over the edge gasping Merlin's name.
They lay together, a mess of limbs, stickiness and cooling heat, trading soft kisses and falling asleep to each other's heartbeat.
The next morning, they woke to a startled scream. Arthur bounded up but having been tangled with Merlin, he fell straightaway, and Merlin was caught between the sheet and the prince's falling body. He cursed and as soon as they could look up, they found the youngest of the six princesses, staring in shock at them.
Blushing furiously, Arthur covered both their bits but it was in vain as the woman shrieked again and ran out the door, hollering at the top of her lungs "Faaaaather!"
They exchanged looks of horror, and Merlin summed it all up in one word, "Shit."
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"This is your entire fault!" Merlin hissed through the borrowed helmet on his head. Arthur turned and glowered at him, though the effect was ruined by his own face helmet. Merlin could barely keep standing with how much metal Arthur had piled on him.
"Knights? I want them found! No-one insults my daughters and gets away with it!" the king cried, waving a sword madly around. All six daughters were crying
"How is this my fault?" Arthur murmured back as they blended in with the other rushing knights. Soon they found themselves riding out of the castle. Merlin simply gave him a growl and he rolled his eyes.
Safe to say, diplomacy fell through the floor and Arthur was never let out of the castle alone again.
