Hi all,

FINALLY got around to posting this. I have no idea where the idea came from but when it did, i took it inform me of any spelling mistakes. Be aware, however, that living in New Zealand, the spelling of some words might be different.

This being my first fic, ideas, praise and criticism all welcome equally.

Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to BBC (at least the TV bit does) and to the legends and myths and stories. I don't own anything but my words.

Set after season 3 before 4. Sort of Reveal fic.

Magic likes Magic.

A Merlin Fanfic

The first girl came a week ago, and from there, they just kept coming. Now, it is more-or-less a rather wild scene with twenty… maybe thirty… possibly more like a hundred plus young girls following him wherever he goes.

The first two or three were caught and executed. But for them it was all worth it as they got to see… him.

Gwaine asked many times to join in, felling a bit annoyed that his record of having the most girls after him at one time had been broken. But no matter how many times he knocked the Princess onto his royal backside, flexed his muscles, flicked silky locks and flashed a winning smile, their eyes never left him.

They followed him everywhere. Well… not everywh- wait… no, they went there too. Eventually, Guard were positioned outside his chambers to stop them entering while he was asleep. It didn't stop them though. Some of them even tied some sheets together and jumped off the tower to look through his window.

But before we get into the details, we shall go back to when it all started on the day of his 21st birthday. Apparently it's quite a big day. For on that day, the girls went running after…

Merlin.

"So, Merlin, 21eh?" Gwaine said, as he held his arm casually but firmly over Merlin's shoulder. Merlin had a distinct feeling they were heading in the direction of the tavern.

"The way it's looking, I really wish it wasn't," Merlin muttered, giving up on attempting to remove Gwaine's arm.

"Nonsense Merlin, every man needs a drink on his special day," Gwaine cheered, confirming Merlin's earlier suspicions.

"I have to polish prat's armour."

Gwaine frowned. "He forgot didn't he," he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Merlin shrugged. "Let princess get grumpy just this once. Besides, Gwen will give him hell when she finds out he gave you a list of chores on your day," He grinned.

Merlin sighed, knowing too well that when Gwaine wanted a drink, he would get a drink, and that he was right; Gwen would make Arthur wish he were never born.

After half an hour, a pint of ale, three drinking songs, five amused visiting dictators and one very, very drunk Gwaine, Merlin was all but begging to leave but with Gwaine being Gwaine and ten or twelve other knights backing him up, he knew he would be staying a while.

So he sat down at the back and pretended to take sips from his never-empty tankard.

It was only later into the evening, (after another 4 songs, 12 pints of ale, 8 drunk knights and one very, very, very, very, VERY,drunk Gwaine) that things started to get interesting for the Warlock.

Just as Merlin was thinking that it might be best that he got out, the door opened and a loud, high pitched and girly screech of "EMRYS" sounded.

Recognising his Druidic name, Merlin turned to find a pretty girl of about 20 running towards him. He barely had time to shoot a questioning look at Gwaine before she launched herself at him and joined their lips in a one sided yet surprisingly passionate kiss.

The tavern was silent as Merlin jolted backwards, held her struggling form at arm's length then asked her as politely as he could, "do I know you?"

However, before Merlin got an answer, the door opened again and another scream of "EMRYS" sounded.

Merlin barely had time to whip around before another five girls started running towards him and he was a part of a human pile-up. He groaned a he felt the weight of the girls on top of him. "Gwaine, a little help," Merlin heard himself say.

Gwaine and the other Knights however were staring at the girls, then at what they could see of Merlin, then back at the girls.

Suddenly Gwaine burst out laughing. "Sorry Merlin, looks like you go it under control to me," he slurred.

Merlin groaned and set his head back on the stone floor of the tavern.

The next morning, it was clear that Arthur hadn't heard about the tavern "incident", and Merlin started to really wish that he wasn't able to spot fairly attractive girls from across the courtyard.

As Arthur was on his way to training, Merlin striding beside him, he spotted the group of twenty or so Druids watching them. Of course, Arthur didn't know they were Druids, but you would have thought that after waking up to the warning bell sounding after three female Druids were caught trying to sneak into the physicians chambers, he would at least suspect something about the sudden amount of single girls in Camelot.

But no.

If she's a girl, single, pretty and not from around here, Arthur immediately thinks it's one trying to seduce him, which only inflates his Camelot-sized ego more.

It was also for this reason that Arthur became extremely confused when they overheard the Druids conversation while in the market.

"He's so tall in a cute boyish way. And when he smiles…" A blonde Druid sighed dramatically.

Arthur smirked but then looked thoughtful at the "cute boyish" comment.

"And the way he helps everyone and never askes anything in return. He's so… Selfless," giggled another while Arthur straightened and looked pleased with himself.

"How he whistles and smiles even while cleaning and polishing…"

Arthur frowned at this. He didn't clean or polish anything. He had Merlin for that…

"And he never complains about having too much to do…"

Arthur became thoroughly confused. He always had too much to do.

"And how his black hair makes his eyes standout more…"

Wait a minute… he didn't have black hair.

"And how he calls the prince names…"

Arthur's eyes widened. The only person who called him names was… No, that was ridiculous. No girl would go after Merlin.

"He's just so…"

"Perfect," they all chorused together.

Well, Arthur thought. Nothing to worry about. Merlin is far from perfect.

His reassurance, however, was short lived when he heard a loud yelp from behind him and he turned to see one of the girls pinning Merlin to the wall of the tavern and attempting to connect their lips.

Merlin, in the only graceful movement Arthur had ever seen him make, sidestepped while gently pushing her away with both hands.

He then proceeded… attempted, to walk away but before he could take a step, the rest of the girls, including some who were walking by at the time, launched themselves at him, surrounded him in a semi-circle against the wall of the tavern and then completely ignored him in favour of fighting over who gets to kiss him first.

Arthur's jaw was on the pavement as he watched what was going on around him and more and more girls joined the cat-fight over his manservant of all people.

Arthur was pulled out of his thoughts when a hand connected with his shoulder. "You'll get used to it," Gwaine chuckled.

"You knew about this!?" Arthur asked, shocked.

"Yep. It was like this last night at the tavern. They just showed up and made a riot about who got to keep him."

Arthur turned back to Merlin who was currently squashed against the wall by a dark haired girl a few centimetres shorter than him. "Arthur!"

Arthur heard his name over the ruckus but only shook his head and walked away, leaving Merlin stuck in a mess of female bodies and Gwaine attempting to seduce some of Merlin's new fans as well as asking if he could join in.

Arthur merely groaned as he started to hear the sounds of a crowd forming and rubbed his temples, wondering if he should go get a headache potion from Gaius or if he would wake up in a minute to find himself in his warm bed and Merlin throwing the drapes open, giving him an excuse to throw something at him.

Yes, that's what he needed; to throw something at someone. He continued down to the training field to find a target and some knives, or better yet, a knight that had minimal ability with a sword that he could hit with his own precious, shiny stick.

Yes… that and a nice hot bath…