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We found love in a hopeless place
It's been 5 years since this whole nightmare began, and both sides had sustained incredible casualties. The whole of Europe was fairly decimated, but England was definitely the worst. Perhaps the worst of it all was the fact that Merlin didn't know if Arthur was dead or alive. Yes, he thought about him often. How stupid they'd both been. Merlin was willing to fight for what he believed in, but it hadn't been about him - it should have been about them, about working it out together. It should never have come to this.
He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.
They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.
He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.
They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.
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Merlin tips his head back with a soft sound if want. "I thought about you all the time..."
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Merlin's knees hit the bed, and he pulls Arthur down with him. "You're really here. God, don't know if I'll ever get over that."
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"Never," Merlin runs his fingers through Arthur's hair. "No matter how much we disagree, I will always love you. I can't live without you again, Arthur. Leaving was a mistake. I won't give up again."
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Merlin laughs and nods. Okay, maybe he is. But he's so relieved, he can't help it. "Mmhm. Now that, I'm glad to hear. Don't want to think about any other hands on you." As it is, his own trail down Arthur's back, over his ass.
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"I'm sure someone had their eye on you," Merlin purrs, hooking his thumbs in Arthur's beltloops. "Too hot not to draw attention."
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"Mm, so am I. Guess I better remind you why you belong in bed with me." Merlin shivers pleasantly when Arthur grinds down against him, fingers working deftly on the man's fly.
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Merlin works down Arthur's pants before immediately going for the underwear, wanting bare skin. His own body is different than before. There are a few scars, marring his chest and shoulders. Magic could only heal so much; and sometimes it was the magic that left the scar.
"Fuck - " Merlin presses his lips to Arthur's neck, nibbling and trying to decide where to suck a mark.
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Merlin is determined to memorize every new inch of Arthur's body, running gentle fingers over raised scars. "Mm, I hope it's more than an idea..."
He tangles their legs, pressing his lips to Arthur's collarbone as he finally decides where to leave his marks.
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"M'not," Merlin purrs, biting and sucking along Arthur's neck. One hand slides down, over his chest, to teasingly stroke along Arthur's dick.
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"I scrounged up a bottle," Merlin chuckles, grabbing his pants from where they were tossed aside and digging it out.
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"Mm..." Merlin wriggles back, situating himself further up the bed.
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Merlin groans, tipping his head back and letting Arthur explore his body for the first time in too long. "Arthur...God, I want you..."
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