Hi again,

Sorry if it takes another week to update on this. It's my last week of school before mid-year holidays then I have 3 weeks off so chapters will come quicker then. I'm not entirely sure how long this fic will be but I have written half of the next chapter and at most there will be two after that so max 5 chapters but probably only 4. Slightly shorter chapter today but I felt like I was going on a bit.

Thanks to everyone who left a Review. Keep 'em coming.

I'm almost certain I don't own Merlin.


Magic likes Magic.

A Merlin Fanfic

After the commotion of lunch (a couple of Druids decided to team up and break into Arthur's chambers while Merlin was serving him lunch, but were caught using magic to open the doors and was now in the cells), Merlin was backed against a pillar by 10ish Druids in the throne room while the Lords of the court sat discussing the problem of the sudden lack of housing is Camelot. He couldn't help but think that this proved the Lords were extremely dull as they had been debating for the last hour theories of why the lack of housing had occurred.

Eventually, after the thought that it may be the increase of Mercian apples, they decided to resume the conversation after a meal, and walked past Merlin and the Druids in favour of getting their lunch in their blissfully quiet chambers.

Great, you couldn't spare a couple of guards and get these… these… annoyances off me could you?

But of course, the lords couldn't hear his non-verbal plea and swept right past him.

Thanks.

Finally spotting an opening as one Druid turned to pull the braid of another, Merlin made to follow the Lords, but was stopped when the side door opened and another two fighting figures entered the throne room as he was pushed back against the pillar. He turned along with his group of fans, and gaped openly at the two fighting sisters.

Morgana and Morgause walked in, Morgause walking backwards as to keep an eye on Morgana, who was holding a small fireball in her left hand. "-at you," Morgana stated coldly.

"You wouldn't dare," Morgause challenged.

"I don't know why you bothered coming," Morgana snarled. "He wouldn't even think, let alone look at you."

"'Could say the same," Morgause spat back. "Who was it that turned against him and betrayed his trust?"

"Well I wouldn't've if someone hadn't told me I had too!"

"You didn't have too! You could have told me no," Morgause smirked triumphantly.

"Could I? Could I have really? All I had to say was that I wanted Uther dead and you went and enchanted me!"

"I did it for the good of our people!"

"All I wanted was the freedom of our people! Not to be part of it!"

"So you're a coward," Morgause grinned triumphantly.

"NO! I wanted to help but… I…"

"HA! YOU SEE? You were a COWARD!

"I WAS NOT! I DIDN'T WANT TO BETRAY MY FRIENDS!"

"FRIENDS? FRIENDS? YOU HAVE A FUNNY WAS OF CALLING THEM FRIENDS?"

"It doesn't matter. Keep your hands off him. He's MINE," Morgana shouted at her sister.

"YOURS?" Morgause scoffed, "I'll show you just how yours he is."

And with no more delay, Morgause fisted Merlin's shirt, tugged him down and connected her lips to his. However, the next second, there was a loud screech, a flash of light and Morgause was flung across the room while Morgana took her sisters place in front of Merlin.

Unfortunately, pratness chose this time to burst through the door of the throne room, catch sight of Morgana practically inhaling Merlin and decided to make his thoughts known.

"MERLIN! WHY ARE YOU KISSING MY SISTER?"

"MERLIN! STOP FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY!"(That was Leon)

"MERLIN! WHEN CAN I JOIN IN? (Gwaine, always the charmer)

"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF HIM!"

The other Druids had come running to find the doors open and had all decided to claim their true love.

"HE'S MINE," one shouted.

"NO! HE'S MINE!" another screeched.

"WHAT! HE WOULDN'T BE YOURS IF HE WERE BLIND! HE'S MINE"

By this point, the Druids were practically clawing at each others hair as the knights looked on in horror, amusement, shock and anger, but Morgana's lips never left Merlin's… that was, until Morgause and ten other Druids all tackled her at once.

Over the ruckus, Arthur caught Merlin's eye, seeing the confusion in them, he called, "what did you do to deserve… this?"

Merlin simply groaned as his head fell back against the pillar.


Merlin was dreading the next few hours. Princess Mithian was coming for a few days and Merlin had to be on the courtyard to meet her.

With all the knights. In front what seemed like the entire population of Camelot. And Mithian's escorts. And all the servants. And all the Druids that had gone out of their way to follow him everywhere.

This was going to be so much fun.

Standing out in the courtyard trying not to be blinded by the afternoon sun warming the cold stones was torture for Merlin.

Not only was he roasting where he stood, but he could also make out the beginnings of a fight occurring in a shadowy corner occupied by 50 or so Druids.

Finally, after another half hour of waiting for a bomb entitled "Female Druids" to go off, the Nemethian entourage arrived and Mithian made herself known.

Arthur stared at her for a moment before Merlin snorted behind him he seemed to remember where he was. "Princess Mithian. It is a great honor."

Mithian looked Arthur up and down and nodded approvingly. "The honor is all mine Sire."

"Here you are my equal. Arthur is my name and it is free to be used."

Mithian gave a small smile. "And I hope in return you will call me Mithian."

Arthur returned the smile before gesturing to Merlin. "My manservant, Merlin, is at your disposal at any time while we find a suitable mai-"

Arthur was cut off by a loud "OH NO YOU DON'T. HE'S MINE!"

"I THOUGHT IT HAD ALREADY BEEN COVERED THAT HE IS MINE!"

"NOOOOOO! HE IS MINE!"

"Actually you are all wrong because he is mine," a calm voice came from the back of the crowd as Morgana came up behind them, glaring at all the Druids.

"FOR THE LAST TIME ME IS MINE!"

Morgause came sprinting around the corner, barreling into her sister before knocking her to the ground.

The women then proceeded to gather around Merlin and fight over who's he was, Merlin getting fleeting kisses from half of the fifty that had gathered around him.

Mithian looked at Arthur questionably. "Is this some sort of… Camelot custom?" she asked.

Arthur seemed to groan and sigh at the same time. "No, but it looks like it will be soon."

Mithian looked thoughtful for a second before shrugging. Arthur watched in confusion as she approached the mob of girls with his manservant, pushing her way to Merlin, and kissing him firmly, before turning around and slapping a nearby Druid over the cheek, escalating the prize fight into a full out cat fight.

Arthur rubbed his temples and gestured for Sir Leon to collect Mithian before she got hurt.

This was going to be a long day.