Title: Letters to Arthur

Rating: K

Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1,204
Summary: Arthur finds a letter addressed to him, from Merlin. Part 2 of Letters to Merlin. Fluff. Lots of sickly sweet fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than season 1 on and (as of tomorrow) season 2, volume 1 on DVD! I am getting jack diddly for writing this, other than awesomely good fun!

A/N: Well! I gave into peer pressure and this is part 2 of Letters to Merlin. Letters to Arthur. Thanks to everyone that reviewed Letters to Merlin! I love you ALL!

A/N2: Okay, seems I'm an idiot and uploaded this chapter before altering it after buggered up my formatting, so this is a resubmitting of it... with the right formatting (including speech marks because reading things without speech marks annoys me more than anything in the world! I'm embarrassed I let one of my stories out without checking these things! *hides in shame*) Anyways, I hope you forgive my annoying lack of foresight... hope this is better!

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Arthur strolled into his chambers, throwing his jacket in the general direction of his chair. It had been a long, tough day and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest.

Throwing himself facedown onto his large bed he closed his eyes with a contented sigh. His jacket jumped into his mind, forcing one of his eyes open and towards his discarded jacket lying haphazardly on the floor. He stared at it for a second before he groaned and rolled off his bed before he picked his jacket up and put it carefully into his cupboard.

He rested his forehead against the smooth wood and exhaled heavily. His life had changed beyond recognition over the months that his feelings Merlin had slammed rather forcefully into his consciousness. He had come far too close to losing his friend that night. The arrow wasnt even intended for the oaf but of course Merlin had jumped right in front of Arthur, sacrificing himself for him again. And now, Arthur was cleaning up after himself to save Merlin work. Love was a strange thing.

Pushing himself away from the cupboard a small perfectly folded square piece of paper on his table caught his eye. Curious, Arthur sauntered over and picked the small note up; his name stared at him followed by what could only be described as a representation of a smiling face.

Opening the note up, he began to read;

Arthur,

I have a confession to make I found your letter.

Arthur's heart leapt into his mouth. Oh by the Gods he hoped he didnt mean that letter!

The one addressed to me. The one you wanted to burn, turns out you didnt quite reach the fire.

Oh. No.

I assume you were in a rush; you dont usually miss anything! I wondered if you actually wanted me to find it, but since you had to go and meet your Father I suppose you were slightly distracted. Not that that usually bothers you that much but you know, Im talking, or rather writing about nothing again.

Funny how Im nervous even on paper!

Anyway! I think I might start writing about random things in this but I swear I'm trying to get to the point.

Okay, I don't know how else to get into this properly so please excuse my bluntness and utter lack of your way with words but. Well I hope you meant what you said in your letter because I kind of feel the same way.

Arthur's eyes widened as his mouth dropped open. Merlin felt the same?

I'll admit I was a bit shocked when I read it the first time... and the other eight hundred times, but that was only because I never thought you could ever love me. Me! I'm smiling like an idiot even when writing this! Every time I think about you feeling that way about me, I smile. Have you noticed my random bouts of insane smiling?

Arthur had. He smiled himself at the thought. Merlin hadnt stopped smiling for three weeks.

That's for you Arthur. Every smile, every laugh, every breath is for you. I hope you don't think I'm being horribly girly about this. I sort of feel that I am. Giggling like a little girl every time I slip into one of my fantasies, sorry, moments.

I've been arguing with myself over whether or not I should tell you that I know. I mean, it was relatively clear that you didn't really want me to know but I'm pretty much pinning my hopes on the fact that you didn't want me know because you didn't think I felt the same (you prat! Of course I feel the same!). If it's for another reason I guess Im a little bit buggered, but I think it would be better for you to know than not know. I want to know where I stand, I suppose.

If you don't want this to go anywhere, that's fine. I promise I won't bring this up unless you do. It's entirely up to you.

But before you screw this up and throw it into the fire (more carefully this time!) I want to say, or write, one thing first.

I love you. Despite all of your prattish, or rather, previously prattish ways, I love you. I love the man you are, I love the man you want to be and I love the man you will be.

I love the way you care so much for your people, I love the way you put everyone else's needs before your own (even if you don't admit that you do!) I love the way you would do anything to make your people's lives better. I love you more than you can imagine.

There. I said it. It's all in your hands now Arthur.

I hope you mention this. I'm probably sitting in my room nervous as anything right at this moment. Please, no matter your decision, please come to put me out of the misery of not knowing. If you want to do something about this, tell me. If you don't, order me to do something. I just want to know for sure.

It's been killing me!

If this is the last time you will allow me, I love you. I love you.

Yours forever,

Merlin

P.S. I promise I will tell you my secret one day. But please keep in mind you swore not to push me.

Arthur looked up from the note, waited a beat and bolted out of the door.

Minutes later he crashed through the door to Gaius and Merlins chamber's, startling Gaius so much he dropped the glass tube in his hand.

"Prince Arthur! Whatever is the matter?" Gaius asked immediately.

"Where's Merlin?" he asked, pre empting Gaius answer in heading towards the steps leading to Merlin's room.

"His room." Gaius answered rather redundantly.

Arthur opened Merlin's door quietly, his eyes falling on an extremely nervous Merlin staring at a single spot on the floor. "Merlin." It took an age for Merlin to lift his eyes to Arthurs.

"Yes Sire?"

"You are an idiot". Merlins face fell immediately.

"Right." He replied sullenly. "Of course."

"How could I not want to do something about this?" It was almost comical how fast Merlins mood turned around, his expression brightening, an enormous grin spreading across his features drawing Arthur's own lips into an answering grin.

"You do?"

"Of course I do! I love you."

Merlin's eyes went glossy "You really are being a girl about this" Arthur said even whilst pulling Merlin into his loose embrace.

"I honestly can't help it."

Arthur nodded before he leant forward and pressed his lips to Merlin's in a kiss so sweet it was almost chaste.

"I love you." he whispered when the broke apart

Merlin's reply of "I love you too" ensured his jackets would be very carefully placed in his cupboard from now on.

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A/N: Please review! This is for everyone who requested a second chapter :)

~Becs