Merthur: An Everlasting Love

by FangirlingSoHard

Merlin has always helped Arthur through all his problems, Especially his girl problems. Arthur begins to change, he realises he doesn't like girls much, there is only one for him.The one who has always been there, the one who has always helped, the only one there will ever be. The only one who will never leave him. Merlin. Credits to my friends Tanveer and Lauren madetobemrsbass

In Camelot, Merlin was delivering sheets to the King's room. From outside the room, he heard moans coming from inside, opening the door slowly and creeping in, he saw Arthur face down on his bed, sobbing inconsolably. "Arthur?" he whispered, but the reply was much the same as usual. "Go away Merlin!" but Merlin had already realised that the tears were coming from Arthur, so sitting down, he spoke softly, "I know we need to talk," Arthur buried his head in the pillows. "Merlin – You're trying my patience!" Merlin paused,

"Gwen was wrong to leave you,"

Arthur rolled over, his face red and puffy, his eyelashes dripping. Merlin took a moment to consider what to do next. Arthur wasn't at his most attractive, but now was the best chance he had of Arthur listening to him, and he was the hottest man Merlin had ever seen.

"She was! You're brave, intelligent, kind, and… beautiful,"

An awkward hush fell on the room, and Merlin wasn't sure if he said the right thing, but Arthur sat up. He sighed, "Merlin, of course she was wrong to leave me, I'm the bloody King," Arthur sat up, "but I just need someone to fill the hole in my life – Gwen's always been here for me,"
"Sire, I know someone, but no… you've met them before," Merlin said with a wry smile. "Merlin, I don't care, just tell me," Arthur huffed impatiently.

Merlin looked into Arthur's teary but beautifully blue eyes and knew life in Camelot would never be the same.

Arthur's first reaction was surprise: he had never expected anything like this before - a man and a woman, yes, but a man and a man? He was dumbfounded.
His second reaction was a strange feeling of pride.
Pride that Merlin loved him.
Of course it had been him, the King, which Merlin had loved. Merlin had always been strangely devoted to him and always around him. Come to think of it, Merlin had always been near him, like a shadow he couldn't shake off. But why would he want to 'shake off' his most trusted servant, and best friend? Arthur realised he'd always been looking for wealthy princesses; he'd been oblivious to Merlin's devotion. Merlin was about as far away as you could get from those princesses - he was humble and poor, but he was loyal to Arthur, as he always would be.

He looked at Merlin's boyishly handsome face and smiled, edging closer to Merlin. Merlin put Arthur's head to his shoulder, they both smiled.

Now Merlin knew what Arthur wanted: Him, as he was.
And Arthur was certain about what he wanted. Merlin and his love.