Hellllooooo
Well I wish I had a good excuse for why I have not been posting anything for so long. I had a bit of a block and then that was it. I just never got back into it. A biiig block that lasted nearly two years :(
But I'm back now :)
I'm hoping now that I can make it up to you by posting this new story, and hopefully updating my others within the next few days. Thank you to those who do come do come to read my stories and hello to anyone new :)
Warning. This story is slash. No complaints. May be slight OOC but it works with the story. Slash is technically OOC anyway if you think about it (which I don't like to ) .
This story is about Gwen and the Knights plotting to get an oblivious King and Sorcerer to confess their feelings for each other. Easier said than done. Will have multiple points of view, with first chapter being Arthurs. This chapter gives a bit of an overview of how things are, and I would probably say it's post season 4 time and doesn't include season 5. Obviously no relationship between Gwen and Arthur now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Hope you enjoy x
Camelot was covered in a light layer of snow as King Arthur woke that morning, snuggled into many layers of fine blankets. Blinking groggily, his mind registered that he was now awake and instead of rising, he decided to bury his face into the pillows. Flashes of the very pleasant dream he had just been having passed his mind, involving a certain raven haired warlock. And whilst what he could remember was damn fantastic, annoyance reared its head that he woke before the best part. Not that what had happened in the dream so far was terrible.
Despite the annoyance, he couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought about his ex-manservant now Court Sorcerer. It had come as a big surprise to him and the others when they had found out Merlin had magic. He stumbled upon the truth when he saw Merlin take out a small group of bandits when he thought Arthur wasn't looking. Though he didn't like to admit it, seeing his seemingly innocent clumsy manservant fling bandits into the air as though they were pieces of parchment had scared him. It had also made him angry for keeping it a secret from him. But when he eventually calmed down (roughly three days later) and forced Merlin to sit down and tell him (and the Knights and Gwen who also wanted to know) everything he had used his magic for: well to say he was pretty shocked was an understatement. Finding out your manservant is actually an all-powerful warlock who is destined to protect you and has done many times (he had actually made a list to read so he didn't forget anything the cheeky idiot) was not something he was expecting, but he accepted Merlin's apology for lying all this time and now everything was better than ever. Arthur had lifted the ban on magic not long after the discovery, after getting Merlin to talk to the court about the benefits of magic. The court apparently didn't need much persuasion to agree, as they had not completely agreed with his father on his views on magic. Merlin was made Court Sorcerer and First Advisor which he was happy about, and was now a Lord, which he wasn't so happy about. He didn't- and still doesn't- like people calling him 'my lord'. Gwaine, being Gwaine, has picked up on this and now calls him it at every available opportunity, meaning it is now common to find Gwaine hanging upside down in the middle of the courtyard with Merlin chatting away to someone nearby. Meanwhile Camelot itself was now prospering better than ever, with less magical attacks due to less fear of persecution, and with more using their magic to help those in need.
Merlin had really done so much for him, not just in saving his life but as a person. Arthur knew that if it weren't for Merlin he probably would be too much like his father, not listening to the common people as much, still hating magic and trying to show off and be a big-headed arrogant prat. Not that he would admit that part out loud. Merlin had made such an impact on him that he had worked out a long time ago that he felt more about his warlock than friendship. He knew he deeply loved the man, loved his wit, his cheek, his loyalty, his caring personality, the way he stands up for his friends and the innocent, the way he argues back with him rather than just taking orders and agreeing with what he said, the list could go on. It also didn't help that Merlin was just beautiful. His soft raven hair, his adorably large ears that somehow suited him so well, his pale smooth skin over his sharp cheekbones, that cheeky yet sexy smile he had. But it was his eyes that Arthur really loved. They were such a unique vibrant blue they seemed almost magical (Ignoring the fact he was magic). Even on the occasion that he had seen Merlin's eyes go bright gold he loved them. He wanted to ask Merlin if he could just look at his eyes in gold, not for a second but properly, just to see, but wasn't sure if Merlin would find that just too odd a question. He might ask why, and Arthur could hardly go because I love your eyes. That probably wouldn't go down well.
Of course, these thoughts about his friend had lead to dreams such as the one he had had this morning, and of course also left him with a problem that he would have to deal with before he got up. At least he didn't have to worry about Merlin barging into his chambers with breakfast anymore whilst he was dealing with his 'issue'. A couple of times he had nearly been caught moaning Merlin's name by Merlin bounding into his chambers, and had only just managed to cover up in time. Usually chucking a goblet from his bedside table to distract Merlin from seeing anything with the excuse of 'Have you still not learned to knock yet' tumbling from his lips.