Character/s:Merlin Arthur Gwaine,
Summary:Arthur makes Merlin make him promises
Warnings: angst, character death, mpreg,
Prompt: 21 Promise
Merlin’s sword penetrated another enemy just under the ribs. He had been fighting side by side with his king and knights for what seemed like hours. Merlin’s pregnancy counteracted with his magic, or the lack there of so all he could was fight beside Arthur and the knights like a mortal and pray for the best.
Merlin noticed another knight fall as the warlock’s blade took yet another enemy. Merlin didn’t notice until it was too late that in the heat of the battle the enemy was luring him away from Arthur.
Merlin turned just in time to see a sword plunge hilt deep into his king’s side and he thought for a moment how easily in slipped in, just the way Arthur slips inside him. Merlin screamed as rage, pain and fear drove him forward towards Arthur. His sword became an extension of himself as he sliced his way through a dozen or more enemies. Merlin’s was at Arthur’s side as the fighting lulled around him.
“D-Don’t move you’re going to b-be alright,” Merlin sobbed as he held out his hand over the wound. Nothing happened. He tried again and again, finally falling to his knees. "Ic-can't, I CAN'T," Merlin sobbed as he took off his handkerchief and pressed it into the wound, soaking his hands with blood.
"Shhh cough cough hhhh I l-love you," Arthur coughed, spitting up blood, then smiled up at Merlin, as he took off his royal signet ring and tried to slip it onto Merlin’s finger.
“No, NO! I d-don’t want it. You’re the k-king You're g-going to b-be alright. I love y-you”
“T-Take it, and p-p-p-romise me to take care of cough cough C-C-Camelot.”
As if in a dream Merlin let's Arthur take his hand away from his bloody wound and slip the ring on his finger. Then Arthur takes Merlin’s hand and puts it on the warlock’s stomach.
cough cough “P-P-P-romise me take c-c-c-are cough cough cough of our child.”
“N-No Arthur we’ll you and m-me we’ll take care of our c-child.” Gwaine and Percivle were kneeling down beside their king.
cough cough cough “You f-f-ollow him help him as you w-w-ould me. P-P-romise me.”
“Yes sire,” they said in unison
Arthur’s grip tightened on Merlin’s hand as he rubbed Merlin’s stomach. cough cough cough cough “P-P-romise MerLIN”
“I p-p-romise my king, my love”
Arthur coughed as his hand slipped free from Merlin’s.
~*~ Seven years later ~*~
“Gwaine where is the prince,” Merlin asked
“He’s with Lancelot, Their sparring with their wooden swords, Sire.”
“Would you please bring him to me.”
When Gwaine returned with the young prince Merlin dismissed Gwaine. “Sit down Arthur, I want to tell you about your father.”