Mistletoe Meme

[godofthemachine]

Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... That's weird, it's Decemb-- oh wait. December is the perfect time to get stuck under the mistletoe with someone. And look! There's a someone else stuck with you under there right now! And, of course, you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

Let's start off December with a little holiday cheer!

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This was lovingly stolen from bakerstreet and I feel like AX needs to celebrate the holidays too.

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[king]

Isn't it?

[ He doesn't really know how it could be, but he's still going to act like it is. ]

[servant]

[Merlin stares at him, too afraid to ask Arthur how he thinks he's doing this, of anything that would link him and sorcery. So he goes with the other obvious question.]

Why would I? Look, all I wanted was to get back to my chambers without getting caught underneath another one of these bloody plants! But here I am.

[He huffs.]

Honestly, I think it must be your fault.

[king]

My fault.

[ He whips back to face Merlin, which is a terrible idea, given they're standing quite close. ]

Believe me, Merlin, if I wanted to kiss you, you'd be kissed.

[ Because Arthur has always been so forthright and uncomplicated in matters of the heart. ]

[servant]

[Merlin tries to take a step back, almost loses his balance when he finds himself rooted in place.]

Not without my permission you wouldn't, you cad!

[He blinks at Arthur, outraged. And then clicks his tongue.]

Come on, let's get it over with.

NOT HERE

[chambermaid]

[and then gwen comes and smooshes their faces together.]

OH REALLY??

[servant]

[WHAT IF MERLIN GRABS HER AND HOLDS HER THERE TOO? WHAT THEN??]

YES RLY

[chambermaid]

[ WELL.... THEN SHE'LL KISS EACH OF THEM AND MAKE THEM KISS. YES. THIS WORKS OUT FINE.]

[king]

[ just fine. ]

[king]

[ Arthur reaches up and fists his shirt, both to ensure Merlin doesn't topple backwards and injure himself, and so that he can't just lean in. ]

Surely the spell will wear off eventually.

i blame canon for this.

[servant]

Yeah, when we're eighty.

[And if Arthur thinks kissing him is unpleasant now, just wait. Merlin doesn't push it though, just in case Arthur's right for a change.]

[It starts as just a wiggle. Maybe a little boredom settling in, or stiff muscles. But a few minutes more and Merlin's practically dancing in place, and starting to look a little desperate.]

Arthur.

[Don't make him say it. (But please do.)]

jksdhga ily

[king]

[ Arthur's locked his knees and is staring off into the distance, going over things in his head. It's not as though he hasn't had plenty of experience in standing for a long period of time, and he has plenty to think about. But Merlin's voice snaps him back. ]

Merlin?

[servant]

Can we just get this over with? Please? I-

[Merlin grits his teeth.]

It's very important that you kiss me right now.

[king]

[ Arthur narrows his eyes at him, smiling slightly in the way that has nothing to do with pleasant emotions. ]

Absolutely not.

[servant]

Arthur!

[Merlin can't cross his legs, but he can squeeze them together. Maybe Arthur's especially thick-headed today, though that little smirk suggests otherwise. Merlin glances around before whispering:]

I have to pee.

[And if that doesn't say 'pucker up', nothing does.]

[king]

Eugh.

[ After a moment to process that, Arthur fumbles at his hip for his water flask, which is nearly empty, and hands it to Merlin. ]

There you are, then.

[servant]

[Arthur might as well be drawing his sword, because a water flask is the last thing he wants to see right now.]

I'm not using this! What if someone saw me!

[king]

There's no-one here but me, Merlin. And I'm definitely not going to look.

[ He lifts his head to stare at the ceiling as if in emphasis. ]

[servant]

No. And besides. It's not big enough.

[king]

It's not—

[ Arthur shakes his head, trying not to think about it. He folds his arms, trying his best to look immovable. ]

Well, it's that or wet your trousers.

[servant]

[Merlin stares at him in disbelief, as if this is the first time that he's seen the thoughtless, stubborn side of Arthur. And then he's just going for it, all ears and hands and lips.]

It's just one little-! Ow! Ow! Arthur, my arm!

[king]

[ Contemplatively, as though he isn't near to breaking Merlin's wrist, ]

Perhaps if someone else comes along and kisses both of us...

[servant]

Yes, anything.

[It's near a sob. It doesn't help that he's dropped the flask, the water spreading across the floor.]

Help! Somebody please help us!

[Because dignity is overrated.]

[king]

[ Merlin's desperation immediately makes Arthur feel guilty, and it's that wave in his voice that speaks of how he's close to tears that changes Arthur's mind. ]

[ Though he does wait another few seconds. Just in case anyone happens to be passing. ]

All right, all right.

[ He lets go of Merlin and huffs. ]

Stay still. Close your eyes.

[ If they're going to do this, he's going to do it properly. ]

And if you even think about putting your tongue in my mouth, Merlin, so help me god...

[ And then he leans in and kisses him, soft and heated. ]

[servant]

Why would I want to put my-

[Merlin's cut off though, by a soft and slightly demanding mouth. He closes his eyes and kisses back, deciding that he rather likes it when Arthur can't speak.]

[And then it's over, and Merlin looks a little amused, and a little shy.]

[It feels like he's forgetting something though.]

[king]

[ Arthur blinks a few times when he draws back, tongue flicking unconsciously over his lower lip as he stares at Merlin's mouth like he's considering going back to it. ]

[ But then he shoves hard at Merlin's shoulder, jerks his head at the door to his room. ]

You may use my privvy.

[ And stalks off down the corridor before Merlin sees how hot his ears have gone. ]