Author's Note: Hello all. This is Yamiga here writing, just taking a break from my end of the semester homework. If you watch Merlin, then you know it's a good series, and I couldn't agree more! This is slight AU, for instance, Gwen is fully aware that Merlin is a sorcerer or warlock. She informs Morgana. And of course this is MPreg which really makes it AU. It's slash, not yaoi. Yaoi is in anime/manga. Anyway, I hope you like it, this is my first time writing a Merlin story! Please enjoy!
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Abuse, Mpreg.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of theses characters.
"Merlin, please stop. You need to rest." Merlin had lost count a long time ago, but he was certain this had to be the twentieth time that Gwen had told him something like this. "Or at least let me help you!" As usual, he allowed his stubborn will to get the best of him as he pulled on the rope, lifting the pail of water from the well.
"Gwen," Merlin began. "I know you're just trying to help out, but laying my duties on your hands...I can't imagine doing that."
"Well you'll have to eventually Merlin. And I know that the idea angers you, but please try to remember that you're pregnant."
That final word stabbed Merlin through the heart like a knife. It was just like Gwen, to remind him of the thing he hated to think about the most. He knew though, that she only did it because she cared a great deal for him. By the way he was acting, he didn't think he fully deserved her friendship. As he pondered upon his thought, he felt two more hands grip the rope.
"Come on, let's get to it then." For a while, there was silence as the two got the first pail of water from the well. Gwen made haste as she tied another one on the rope.
"Have you been retching lately?"
"Not since yesterday morning, though my stomach feels a bit uneasy."
The two pulled tighter on the rope as it filled with water. Slowly but steadily, they brought the pail out of the well, sat, and rested before the prepared another one.
"What am I going to do?" Merlin put his head in his hands. "None of this was...supposed to happen."
"You mean what are we going to do. Remember Merlin, you're not alone." She smiled and gently grabbed his hand, which now presently rested at his side. "Firstly, we need to keep you away from Arthur."
"You know Gwen, that I can't do that. But this will become a problem."
"Yeah...and Arthur doesn't know. I don't think you need to tell him anyway."
"If he figured out, I'd be accused of witchcraft. He was too drunk to remember a thing, not that he felt anything real..."
Again, Merlin brought his trembling hands to his head, allowing his fingers to snake through his shaggy mess of hair. He began to lightly shiver as he attempted to hold back sobs. At moments like this, Gwen would usually blame herself for bringing up such a sullen conversation.
"Don't cry again Merlin. We'll figure something out. But, eventually we need to tell Gaius."
"No, that would just put him in a terrible situation..." In the back of his mind, Merlin knew that would probably be the best thing to do.
"Well, Morgana, is getting quite worried about you, you know."
"Ahg..." Merlin replied. "I feel sick again."
With that, Merlin rose and walked away to a small wooded area. Gwen cringed slightly as she heard him retching behind her. He'd been at it the morning before for hours and honestly, she thought he was going to die.
Poor Merlin! She thought to herself. You're a sorcerer, how could you let Arthur do something like that to you? Seconds later, Merlin emerged looking worse than he did before.
"I suppose, we should get the final pail then head back to the castle. I have a lot of work to do, and I'm sure you do as well."
Gwen sighed as she rose and made way to the well. Upon reaching the old stone artifact, she looked down into the endless pit. Merlin soon followed after her.
"We should make a wish." She said, turning around.
"And you've seen what magic has done to me so far." Merlin gave her a friendly smile. "But I guess it can't harm anyone now. Do you have a coin?"
"No...no I don't." Gwen sighed. "And even if I did, that would be wasting."
"It really is unfair, isn't it. They take everything you have, and leave you with nothing." Gwen could hear the hate in Merlin's voice, something that she had to get used to. He wasn't the same Merlin she knew from a while ago. She knew he had every right to be angry, and hurt. Still she didn't want him to become so stressed that he ate away at himself from the inside. She remembered the fear in his eyes when he told her what had happened the morning after.
Merlin had a right to be angry, yes he did. Gwen just didn't want it to build up inside of him.
"And where have you been?" Gaius' voice rang through and already tired Merlin's ears. "For the past week, you've been nothing but slow when it comes to completing your tasks."
"Sorry," Merlin replied as he stepped into his master's room. "I've just been feeling sick to my stomach."
"Would you like me to check you out? You do seem rather pale." Gaius made his way over to his assistant.
"No! Just the changing weather I suppose. Let me get straight to my duties then." (Giaus doesn't allow Merlin to use his magic, he sneeks and does it, i don't think he'd tell Giaus)
Gaius decided not to question Merlin's attitude, but didn't at all drop the thought.
"Well today, you're just making some simple deliveries. Nothing too harsh, and by noon Prince Arthur needs his armor polished."
Merlin's stomach cringed at the thought, but he nodded and took his deliveries.n
As soon as he made it out of Gaius' chambers, he felt the same burning sensation in his stomach once again and quickly searched for something to vomit in.
"Gwen," As usual, Morgana's voice was calm and soothing to her maid servant. Gwen currently folded some of her Mistress's clothings. All the while she wore a distressed look on her face. "I don't mean to stick my head into matters that are not mine, but...is everything alright. You seem very stressed and overworked. It seems like you're doing more than you should be."
"Well you could say that." Gwen rose from her position to look at her childhood friend. "Merlin, let's just say is not in the best condition."
"Let's talk about it." Morgana strode over to her bed and sat down. She motioned for Gwen to do the same thing. "I know it's not like him, but I've seen how slow he's been. It started perhaps, last week." For some reason, Morgana was being much more persistent than she had been with this topic. She knew that just as she didn't like to keep secrets from Gwen, Gwen hated to keep secrets from her. "Is there something you're not telling me Gwen. If you don't want me to know, I guess I could understand." At that, the young Princess began to rise.
"Wait Morgana," Gwen quickly said. "Please sit back down." Morgana did as she was told and stared. "You swear to keep a secret?"
"Gwen, have I ever told one of yours?" Morgana paused. "You know that you are my only true friend, I'd never do anything to deceive you."
"You're right Morgana, I apologize for keeping it from you." Gwen paused and took a deep breath. "Your brother has done something foul. He raped Merlin a week ago. He came into his own chamber drunk after a party I suppose, while Merlin cleaned. Then Merlin described to me what had happened and well...that's not all."
Morgana had brought her hands to cover her own mouth in shock. "What Gwen, what could be worse than that!?"
"Morgana, please do not be afraid of him when I tell you this, but Merlin is a warlock and well...we are still not sure how it happened, but Merlin, is carrying your brother's child."
And then, that was followed by a strange and painful silence. Neither of the girls looked at each other, but Gwen felt anger radiating from Morgana.
The Princess rose and crossed her arms. "Where is Arthur, I must find him this instant."
"Morgana." Gwen rose after her. "If anything, Arthur probably takes pride in breaking Merlin. If he becomes suspicious, then Merlin will be in danger. If Arthur or King Uther figure out, Merlin will be accused of witchcraft."
"Then what are we to do Gwen?" Morgana placed her hands on her hips. "Merlin is your friend. Is he not?"
"Morgana, I just don't want him in danger. The most we can do now is help him..."
"Gwen, explain to me, how you know he is.."
"Pregnant." Gwen finished her sentence. She faced Morgana. "It's quite simple you see. I was the one who diagnosed it. First, I went into Gaius' studies...please keep that to yourself as well. I looked up a thing or two about warlocks becoming Ill. Curiosity got the best of me and I ventured into a strange section. Before I could turn away, I saw the book describing everything that Merlin was going through. He was retching, vomiting, fainting all within a week after Arthur had hurt him." Gwen sighed as she walked around the room. "As I read down, I came across a diagnoses to his symptoms. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Merlin is a male'. Yes, I thought that as well but, it appears male Warlock's, under certain situations whether it be by chance or destiny, could bare children."
"Well, did you back up that source." Morgana was sitting down with her arms crossed, waiting for enough evidence.
"Yes, yes I did. That day, I took a stroll to the library and secretly read some books that have been closed off from the public for twenty years. Of course, these books had everything to do with, magic. I looked up the same thing I had found in Gaius' study and not only did it confirm my diagnosis, but it lead me to another source."
"Which was..." Morgana was now laying down on her bed.
"The Dragon, the Great Dragon."
"You spoke to him!? Gwen, if you were caught_"
"I know, but it was worth it...I brought all this evidence to Merlin and it appeared that he was becoming weaker, and weaker."
Morgana sighed as she stood and stared at Gwen. "I guess, the two of us really have work to do."
Much to his surprise, noon had arrived quicker than he expected and like Gaius told him, Merlin was in Arthur's chambers polishing his armor.
Merlin thanked God when he realized that Arthur was not there. He was able to do his job in peace without being taunted or poked at. He was quite tired already, having had to run all around the castle delivering things to this person and that person. He was quite happy to end the first part of his day with just shining armor.
The fact that it was Arthur's armor made the situation a whole lot stranger. Merlin couldn't get the past events out of his head. That sudden fear he felt, and the anger that followed after he realized that he couldn't do anything to save himself. He allowed Arthur to defile him and now, he was stuck with Arthur's unborn offspring.
The memory made him want to vomit, everything about that night...
Gaius requested that Merlin prepare Arthur's bed for him before the party ended. As usual, Merlin did as he was told without to much question.
As he heard the cheers of the party, Merlin made his way down from familiar set of corridors and halls, into Arthur's chambers where he at once, made sure everything was how it should've been. The bed was nicely made and Arthur's night clothes were set out as they should've been. All that was left was for Merlin to prepare Arthur's meal and bring it back to his room.
Much to Merlin's surprise, Arthur was already in his chambers when he returned.
"Sire," Merlin began. "I wasn't aware that the festivities were over." The whole situation itself was very odd. Arthur stood in the center of the room, lightly swaying from side to side. All the while, he kept a strong gaze on Merlin.
"They aren't." Arthur replied as he began a very sloppy walk. "I just...thought you might be in here."
"Is that so, sire?" Merlin placed to food on a table. "I think I'm going to go now, I have other matters to attend to."
Arthur roughly grabbed Merlin's arm and pulled him back. His strength was great. "You don't leave...unless I give you permission, Merlin."
The way Arthur said Merlin's name sent shivers down his spine, and as Arthur forcefully pulled him nearer, Merlin could smell the alcohol coming from Arthur's clothes and breath. The prince brought Merlin before him and stared into the eyes of the young Warlock. Merlin sensed no good intentions coming from the Prince, and knowing very well that he couldn't hurt Arthur, he began to mentally panic.
"You know what," Arthur's grip began to loosen. "I never noticed how...beautiful you look...especially when..." For a second, Merlin believed he was free but was roughly grabbed by the collar and met by a full fist in his stomach. He fell to his knees instantly before attempting to rise.
"I don't think so." Arthur then sent his foot, ramming into Merlin's stomach causing the Warlock to cough violently. At that, Arthur smiled.
"Right where I want you Merlin."
A hand tightly gripped Merlin's collar and forced him on his feet, then finally allowing him to fall on the bed. Before he had a chance to even sit up, Arthur was upon him like a wolf to his prey.
"Get off of me!" Merlin commanded as he brought his hands before him, attempting to push the Prince off. "You're drunk!"
"How dare you." Arthur smiled. "I guess I must teach you a lesson so you can see where you lie in society. You've been bold lately."
Before Merlin had a chance to protest, the Prince met his lips with a powerful clash. Merlin's eyes opened wide in disbelief as he attempted to fight back the kiss. The kiss reflected everything the Prince felt for his servent. Anger, Hatred, Dominance and a hidden passion.
When he broke free, Merlin stared in confusion into the bright blue orbs.
"That wasn't enough for you?"
"Arthur please...this isn't right."
"What, you don't feel the same way?" He couldn't tell whether or not Arthur was being honest or not. Nevertheless, he allowed his anger to get the best of him.
"If I can't have you then Merlin, I'll make sure as hell that no one else can..."
Merlin quickly snapped out of his daydream and continued to polish the armor. He didn't want to be in the room when Arthur returned in fear that time would evidently repeat itself.
As soon as he finished, Merlin rose and made way to the door. Much to his dismay, Arthur seemed to have had intentions of entering the room, for the both clashed into each other.
"I'm sorry." Arthur jokingly said. "I didn't see you there, Merlin."
"Yeah sure." Merlin attempted to shove past Arthur but that proved to no avail. To make matters worse, Arthur had brought company with him.
"Sire, let me through." Merlin commanded.
"And, if I said no, what would you do about it?" Arthur crossed his arms. "Still hurt are we? Little Merlin the whore?"
Those words shocked Merlin as he looked into Arthur's eyes.
"Y...you remember?"
"Of course I do, the look on your face was priceless." The two behind Arthur laughed. "Oh please Arthur stop! You're hurting me! It_"
"Shut up!" Merlin yelled, his heart was skipping several beats. "You...you..."
"What, are you going to cry now? Come on then, either cry or lay a punch on me." Arthur crossed his arms. "You little whore."
Merlin had visible tears in his eyes, for he did not know how to react. He felt like trash, and the fact that Arthur remembered the whole thing made matters even worse. Arthur slowly began to walk over to Merlin with a smile on his face.
"Oh, wouldn't I give anything to hear you scream for me one more time. Perhaps, we can do it again, maybe when you have nothing to do." Arthur and his friends burst into laughter while Merlin quickly ran past them, out of the room.
"Let him go! I'll perhaps do him again later." Merlin heard Arthur yell. This only caused Merlin to run faster.
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