Title: There's Something About You Merlin

Genre: Romance/Humour

Pairing(s): Arthur x Merlin, some one-sided pairings.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any characters from the show "Merlin", I write for entertainment purposes only.

Warnings: OOCness, Grammatical errors, Slash, MxM, Gayness, Mpreg (later chapters), Magic Reveal, Bottom!Merlin, Top!Arthur, Pervy!Arthur

A/N: First off, I'd like to apologise in advance for any OOCness that would most certainly occur and for any amateur mistakes that would (no doubt) pop up frequently throughout the story (though I will try to limit it) or any historical inaccuracies. I wish I could blame it on the "English isn't my native/first language" but it is...lol!

Anyways, please forgive me if I update sporadically, I have other fanfics (from a different series) that are still incomplete and I'm trying to work on those as well I'm also new (sort of, but not really anymore lol) to the Merlin fandom.

Please keep in mind this is an AU-fic, so some things from the canon version have happened except here Morgana and Mordred are good (I'll explain more in the chapters, maybe) Lancelot is alive and that Arthur/Gwen romance never happened.

All A/N will be at the bottom of each chapter.

Enjoy your reading! 😺

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I lay bare to you

All the secrets I keep

Take what you will from me

If it would make you happy

- 😺Keruki. S. Lune-noire😸

Chapter 1: This Magic Moment

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'Well...This is awkward.'

Merlin nervously pulled at his once-short-locks-but-now-luxuriously-long-hair, it reached just above his waist, before his arms covered his naked chest looking everywhere but at the blond man, known as Arthur Pendragon the Prince of Camelot who was staring in shock (maybe even a hint of lust though the blond knight would only deny it) as tiny orbs of blue and white swirled around Merlin.

Magic.

A word hated and feared in Camelot because of King Uther's ban upon it and Arthur sees it surrounding and transforming Merlin. His best friend. His manservant. Someone he cared for and trusted.

His Merlin.

He felt betrayed. Not because the boy has magic, which surprised him as he thought it would be the case, it's because Merlin didn't trust him with this secret. Did Merlin think him unworthy? Did the raven haired beauty think he would kill him?

Hard sapphire eyes gazed into Merlin's ocean blue flecked with gold. Arthur could see an inner pain and nervousness mixed with innocence clouding his manservants stare, those plush lips bitten red and pink blush across high cheekbones. He always thought Merlin had an ethereal appearance that was magical. Who knew the fey-like boy actually is.

"Why didn't you tell me-"

"I was going to-"

"Are we not friends? Do you not trust me-"

"We are! I do-"

"You hate me that much-"

"No!" Merlin shouted, he stumbled towards Arthur falling to his knees as his words fumbled as he wanted his prince to understand why, now that his biggest secret was out in the open. The magical orbs disappearing.

"No. Please let me explain, before you...before you do anything to me." Merlin stared up into Arthur's eyes, his hands shaking slightly as he spilled everything that happened since the day they met four years ago. Talking about their destiny told by an ancient dragon (and druids) to Arthur being enchanted by love curses and sneakily throwing spells to protect and save the Prince and his knights of the Round Table.

It felt like days had passed them by when Merlin finally ended his tale. He closed his eyes at the unreadable expression on Arthur's face. Tears began to slowly fall; he was afraid but he couldn't blame Arthur for the betrayal he knows his sire feels and he's accepted the fact that if his prince wishes to kill or banish him so be it. At least Arthur knows the truth now.

"All I've done. I did for you. My magic is yours to use, I accept any punishment you have for me...sire." Merlin said breathlessly, more of his tears fell one after the other he refused to open his eyes. Didn't want to see the hate and hurt he caused on Arthur.

"As I have told you in the past. I'm happy to be your servant until the day I die."

Arthur watched as Merlin cried softly, his heart broke at the sound and the image of sadness that if he had the hands of an artist this would be perfectly painted. Merlin was dazzling in despair but in the deepest corners of his mind he personally thought the warlock was much more beautiful when smiling in happiness or passion...though he's never seen that emotion (lust) on Merlin. It's not like he imagines what it could look like. He doesn't think that way of Merlin...he's sure of it.

Large calloused hands of a warrior gently swiped away the tears of his dearest friend. Yes. Despite the betrayal, he forgave Merlin because they've been through so much together and it bothers him greatly that he is the cause for those crystalline teardrops. No matter how alluring this was.

'You're far too lovely for your own good Merlin.' Arthur sparingly thought for a brief moment before squashing it completely as this idea of Merlins physique being "Lovely", "Too pretty" or "His lips look soft and inviting" would lead him to uncharted territory he wasn't ready to explore...at least not yet. He pushed his confusing feelings for Merlin aside so he could focus on the present.

The forest was alive with the sounds of nature yet it seemed so silent between the prince and his manservant.

"So eager to die for me." Arthur spoke lightly as his fingers drifted over a defined cheek unconsciously making their way to those petal-soft lips, admiring the shape and plumpness of Merlin's usually sassy mouth and noticing the long lashes of the younger male's closed eyelids. 'He's really like a girl. Sweet and delicate as a virgin maiden.' He inwardly smirked, ignoring how pleased he felt at his abnormal fascination with the slender youth.

'I really need a drink after this.' Arthur shook his head and sighed, he gripped Merlin's chin firmly, crouching he waited for those beautiful eye's to gaze into his own and said in a deep commanding tone that brought a shiver down Merlin's spine.

"Your punishment for keeping a secret from me. Is to stay at my side for eternity and never lie to me again. Promise me this Merlin."

With a surprised gasp slipping through Merlin's lips, his eye's glowed golden as his magic surged forth at Arthur's words of promise, it weaved a fine web between the two strengthening the bond of Master and servant unknowingly bringing them closer to destiny.

Arthur felt Merlin's magic wrap around them in a soothing embrace, he didn't feel any negative emotions at seeing or feeling Merlin's magic in fact it felt wonderful. Merlin, a warlock and his own personal guardian angel. He pulled the smaller male into his arms in a...friendly hug. Nothing suspicious about a hug between best friends. Absolutely platonic (once again denying he felt anything more and trying not to think how good Merlin feels in his arms.)

Merlin sagged against Arthur's chest, relieved and joyful. He knew that as soon as they returned to Camelot they'll talk more in depth on this subject yet for now he was content to stay in his prince's embrace although it was getting colder sitting here without something covering him. Why his magic felt the need to obliterate his shirt and almost his pants before growing his hair that long was a mystery to him. He'll have to ask Gaius about this.

"So ah...not that I mind being hugged but I'm kinda freezing right now, you know, being half naked without a shirt and these ripped pants are barely covering my legs." Merlin said into Arthurs ear, he moved back a bit to point at his thighs to which the prince's eyes trailed to.

Arthur blinked.

A naughty thought of 'they look comfortable enough to have a body wrapped between them...' He clenched his jaw tightly, such perverted thinking was unbecoming of a noble prince and knight. Especially about Merlin who was male -a girly male- and a servant; but mostly because the boy is much younger and well, innocent. It felt wrong (yet oh so right) to want to despoil Merlin, not that he wanted to it's just he didn't want to be the one (or see anyone else) to take advantage of the smaller male.

"Arthur?"

'I'm not thinking how smooth Merlin's skin feels or how soft his lips look or wanting his legs spread open for me because it's not princely to think that. I don't have thoughts like those'

"I'm not like Gwaine." Arthur stated with an air of confidence;

"Never mistook you for him." Merlin said dryly, the prince carried on as if he hadn't heard the warlock. "I may think you're girly, with those big blue eyes and ridiculously long lashes and a cute button nose...or kissable lips that I've overhead some knights say about you, not me. You may have womanly traits but I know very well you're not a woman." Arthur ended proudly. Hoping he got his point across to the younger male.

Merlin however just thought Arthur was being his usual pratty self, the arse has always made those stupid comments "You're such a girl Merlin blah blah blah..." or something along those lines that he didn't take it seriously.

"Sure. Whatever you say sire."

A/N: How'd I do? Lol I did warn y'all of the OOCness. Anyways hope you like this story, I want to keep it fun and full of smutty goodness so expect a lot of scenes with pervy!Arthur being all jealous and possessive over sweet & oblivious merlin hahahagagagahac- *cough* *wheeze*...Ah yes. Well, hm, hope that you have an awesome day.

Take care and stay safe pretty peeps! XD

p.s. I'd very much appreciate it if you guys/ladies/whatevers bake some cookies and eat them for me...I want to imagine we're all eating and sharing cookies with each other lmao