Ok, So this is a story I wrote a few years ago so honestly its probably going to suck but well see.
Please Review and tell me how you like it, should i continue?
-Thoughts in Italics-
Disclaimer: no I don't own Merlin
Ch. 1 -the realization?
Merlin was just having a off day, first he go wake Arthur which was a task in itself because the royal prat always seemed to be in a right mood when he first wakes up. After getting him up and getting breakfast, dressing, and all his other manservant duties he then gets the wonderful privilege of mucking out the stables, cleaning Arthur's armor, and any other random job Arthur happened to think up to keep him busy.
So naturally when he finally got back to Gauis's he was exhausted, after walking in he immediately goes straight back to his room for some much needed sleep. Only problem is that when he lays down he cant even think about sleep, his mind seeming to run in overtime. Merlin sighs and sits up, "It's all that prats fault, if he didn't feel like I needed to constantly be busy with all his chores." Merlin sighs again and gets up to start pacing.
"Yep, defiantly all his fault, thinks he can just order anyone around cause hes the stupid prince. Bet hes all like look at me I can just do whatever I want because im the prince of Camelot and no one will even say anything because im so high and mighty."
Ha, Merlin snorts "That's probably exactly what he thinks, thinks that he can get away because hes brave and loyal and hot...wait no no not hot, I defiantly don't think hes hot its just because he's kind of attractive No cant think like that...he an ugly toad yep that's what he is an ugly smelly dreamy loathsome charming alluring handsome Wait! No ahh what is wrong with me."
"I cant be attracted to Arthur, there's no way" But now that he really thinks about it he has caught himself looking at Arthur for an unusual amount of time.
In fact just the other day when Arthur was practicing fighting with the other knights and since it was a partially hot that day Arthur had forgone his shirt, and Merlin had found that the sight of a shirtless Arthur shimmering with sweat as his muscles flexed as he lunged and stabbed at the other knights hard to tear his eyes away from.
He had thought it odd at the time but just summed it up to over exposure to the heat even so he could only distract himself for so long till his eyes made there way back to their staring.
And then there was that one time in the bath. Merlin promptly blushed red and shook his head to clear himself from that particular memory. He had doubted it at first but now as he looked back on it, it did seem pretty clear. "Oh my god" thought Merlin "Im attracted to Arthur."