Hi there,

I've made good progress with my translation, so I'm offering you this chapter (so that you can have a clear idea of what to expect next)

And it's a MPreg, I forgot to write it down, but, well, we understand it with the prologue.

Good reading

CHAPTER 1 / Sentiment in bulk

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Merlin took the enormity of this situation upon himself as he placed his hands on his face and mentally counted "One, two, three... ". One by one he spread his fingers and was dismayed to find that he was still there. Who could have made him drink or cast a spell to find himself in such a world? He didn't have time to look for the answer when the door opened on a furious Arthur.

The king came and stood in front of the bed, glared at him and asked him in a voice that should have held back the urge to scream at him:

"Why did you hit Charles?"

"I didn't hit him!" he defended himself, widening his eyes.

"He says you pushed his hand away from your stomach! You know how happy he is to be a big brother!"

Merlin listened intently to Arthur, but he still felt tingles of anxiety.

"I..."

"Merlin! I don't know if it's your hormones or the fact that these are the first few months, but please, talk with our son!"

His breath cut itself as Arthur tenderly placed a hand against his cheek. Merlin looked into the king's eyes and saw tenderness. It was strange how he had never noticed their color. They were blue, like a summer sky.

"Sweetheart?" continued Arthur as he sat down beside him, "tell me what's wrong."

Merlin detailed him as if it were the first time he had ever really seen him. Yet he had to admit that it was Arthur, but he was surprisingly more concerned and thoughtful than he usually was with him.

"Well," the king resumed as he rose to his feet, "let's meet in the courtyard, we promised Charles to fetch some plants for Gaius."

At his words, Merlin panicked. Arthur's lips were coming dangerously close to his own. Merlin turned his face away and felt a kiss flatten against his cheek. Without making a move, he heard him sigh and then, daring to look at him, Merlin watched him go.

As soon as the door closed, he got up quickly and dressed in a hurry. Facing the mirror, he stood still, and his hands froze to drop his stocking. Curious about his condition, he stood up to contemplate himself. He observed his slightly rounded belly. "pregnant..." he said to himself almost with a dreamy look. Arthur had told him he was in his first few months, so maybe he was in his third?

How could he have a child? Especially with the king not knowing he was a wizard, well, in his reality, because unless he thought too much, he was sure he was dreaming this world. He had never considered for a second that Arthur might one day be interested in him in this way. Besides, Merlin hadn't really thought about it for himself. He had always imagined himself, later on when it would come up, with a young woman who would accept him as he was and that he would start a family.

"Dad?"

With one hand on his stomach, Merlin snapped out of his thoughts and turned his face to the little boy. The latter was moving forward, fiddling with a piece of blue cloth in his small hands. Looking at him, he couldn't have given him more than three or four years.

"Are you angry?" the little boy muttered in a low voice.

Dream or not, Merlin knew he should never have acted that way with him. He knelt down to look at him a little better for a few seconds. He had the same face as Arthur but had brown hair that fell above his shoulders and eyes as blue as his own.

"No, I'm not angry," Merlin whispered.

The next moment, two small arms wrapped around his neck. With his eyes closed, Merlin didn't realize that this little man was his son, but the proof was here: he could feel his son's magic. His body soothed at the touch of his softness and their respective magic seemed to harmonize... like father and son. Merlin hugged him back. Charles was so thin in his arms that he had a sudden urge to protect him from the outside world. Was it his paternal instinct? Suddenly, in the midst of these strange sensations, Charles' magic seemed to reveal to him that his child was suffering from his distance.

"Charles," he whispered as he felt him suddenly pull away from him.

"I love you, Daddy," the child whispered as he placed a kiss on one cheek.

Still kneeling, Merlin stared at the closed door. If this were a dream, he wished he could stay there forever and tell him he loved him already.

A few moments later, Merlin winced in pain. A searing headache assailed his head. If it were nausea, he had not finished suffering...

...-M&A-...

Merlin woke up without any headaches. The sun had barely risen and only a few rays were beginning to penetrate his room. He got up, almost disappointed that the morning had arrived so quickly. It was a beautiful dream, he told himself before attacking his day full of chores.

As he put down Arthur's meal, he seemed to have been up for a few minutes already: something that rarely happened before his arrival, excepts when he was late.

"Sire?"

"For once, you're on time!"

Merlin was not listening to him. He was mostly absorbed by the vision of the king. He watched him relax his muscles as he unhinged his jaw to yawn in a voice that troubled him. He had to turn his face away when he felt his cheeks flush. He then concentrated on his work by letting him sit in front of his tray and eat.

From time to time, Merlin glanced at Arthur. His face was nothing like the one in his dream. It was just Arthur. Finally, Merlin had a day like any other. He would only see him at meals and didn't once do his heart had begun to beat wildly or his cheeks flushed.

By the end of the day, he had come to the conclusion that it was really just a dream. Maybe that meant he was ready to commit to a serious relationship. After all, the kingdom had entered a period of peace since Morgana and Mordred had been defeated.

Merlin was not far from the laboratory when he heard Gwaine's voice. Thinking that his friend was probably sobering up, he made his way to the alcove where Leon emerged, scruffy and scarlet-cheeked.

"Merlin," the knight stammered, his eyes wide with panic.

"Merlin!" Gwaine greeted him as he appeared behind Leon.

With a sneer on the corner of his lips, Merlin understood what was going on between them.

"We were..." Gwaine began slowly, scratching his scalp, "we were reading..."

Merlin looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then simply offered his most beautiful smile.

"Good night," he said in greeting.

"Wait, Merlin!" Gwaine stopped him, "for the evening; I may have someone to introduce you to!"

Merlin wrinkled his eyelids and then realized that he had forgotten about the party that would take place in a few days.

"Uh, you know, Gwaine. I prefer..."

"No, Merlin!" his friend interrupted him, "how long will you be alone? Arthur doesn't really need you anymore, come on, let me introduce you to this person?"

"All right, if you insist..." the wizard gave up.

Like Every time, the knight was going to introduce him to a friend of a friend. He sighed as he reached his room. Maybe that was why he had dreamed of a life together. He no longer needed to watch over Arthur and could afford to be away from him or to visit his mother for a few days.

...-M&A-...

Merlin, half asleep, was cozy under a warm blanket. His lips stretched into a smile as a hand tickled his stomach. He suddenly opened his eyelids to see who dared to wake him up like that. He fell on a pair of blue and laughing eyes which took his breath away. Upon discovering that it was Arthur, his heart raced in his chest.

"Arthur!" he exclaimed as he tried to pull away from his grip.

Much stronger than he was, Merlin placed his hands on the king's chest and a soft warmth invaded his body. This proximity had suddenly become dangerous.

"Let me..."

The frowning face of Arthur made him the effect of a stab in the heart. By following him with his eyes, he looked at him leaves the room with a heavy step of reproach. Merlin really didn't understand anything. He was not in love with him and even less in his reality! So why did this stupid dream keep nagging him? He sighed and massaged his eyelids. Reluctantly, his skin seemed to remember Arthur's warmth, he ruminated. "Why, does this only happen to me?"

"Daddy!"

"Charles!" he whispered as he instinctively stretched out his arms for his boy.

His son embraced him. Merlin closed his eyes and allowed himself to smell his little boy's scent. How strange this was to him. He already loved him so much that he didn't want to think about his reality. Charles' small hands framed his face and, looking into his eyes, he suddenly felt happy... Never had so many positive feelings seized him as at this incredible moment.

"Are you better dad?"

Merlin could not help but hug him even more and place many kisses all over his face. There was something wonderful about the child's laughter. It was just beautiful to listen to.

"Daddy!" Charles grumbled as he tried to pull his lips away from his skin.

Lost in his joy, Merlin pretended to growl. "I'm gonna eat you alive!"

"Nooooonnnn..." Charles laughed, making his heartbeat even more violently in his chest.

It was his son.

His child.

While he joined in the laughter of the little one, he didn't realize that Arthur was looking at them with envy. Lost in this intoxication of unimaginable joy, Merlin lay back, feeling his son cling to his body.

"Merlin..."

Suddenly distraught by the weight behind him, Merlin flinched as an arm slid around his waist. To regain his composure, he closed his eyelids. Shivers ran down his back as the king whispered in his ear: "I love you, sweetheart..."

Merlin, in trying to stay in control of the situation, struggled to find the air his lungs needed. Damn his heart for doing so much damage in his chest! Why were these simple words troubling him? Because it was Arthur Pendragon, the ruler of Camelot, the most unbearable king who never stopped giving him chores.

A hand from Charles forced him to open his eyes. Merlin pursed his lips, in convincing himself that he shouldn't get attached to them and that tomorrow, he would wake up to realize that none of this was true.

"Merlin?" Arthur called from behind him.

He let himself roll onto his back and then, as he met Arthur's eyes, his heart missed a beat. There were questions that seemed to torture him. He didn't have time to dwell on them when the king asked Charles to leave them alone.

Frightened to find himself face to face with him, his limbs began to tremble frightfully.

"Have I done something wrong?" Arthur questioned him as he laid a hand tenderly on his cheek.

Merlin swallowed, not knowing what to say to that.

"Look," Arthur continued in a voice Merlin didn't like because it was full of sadness, "if you need solitude to think about..."

"Think?" repeated Merlin as if to himself.

He really didn't like Arthur's shining eyes. There was a strange pain in it that tore at his heart.

"To us," the king resumed more slowly as if weighing his every word, "I feel you pulling away from me, perhaps," he said as he stared at his belly, "we should not have rushed this pregnancy or,... perhaps, you didn't want it anymore..."

Arthur was silent for a few seconds, taking the time to plunge an intense look into his."Or do you not love me anymore?"

The more the king spoke, the more Merlin felt an invisible vise painfully tightening his chest. This Arthur was different from the one he knew: he was tender, moving and in love. It was this glimmer of love that Merlin could see in his eyes; a spark that seemed afraid to lose him.

Lost in this contemplation, his heart exploded when lips touched his. A hand of Arthur slipped on his nape of the neck then finished its race in his hair while his tongue rolled gently with his. Moaning through the kiss, Merlin felt a wave of heat wash over him. When they ran out of air, they pulled apart for a few seconds. Merlin, totally overwhelmed, wanted more, so, one hand resting against the back of the king's neck, he stared at him, a little hesitant...

Did he love him? He couldn't say, but he enjoyed the contact, and far from being disgusted by it, he drew Arthur close to him.

...-M&A-...

It was the second morning in a few days that Merlin missed waking up. Arthur swore through his teeth as he paced in his room. He knew that today, he and Merlin were going hunting, and no doubt, his idiot valet was late on purpose. When he heard the door open, he shot Merlin a reproachful look.

"Again!" he shouted, "do you need me to replace you?"

"I'm sorry sire. It won't happen again."

Usually, Merlin would come up with an excuse, but this was surprisingly suspicious. Arthur said nothing and just sat down in his seat. He ate while glancing from time to time in the direction of his valet. There was something different about him. He seemed to be dreamy... At this thought, he crossed for a few seconds his blue eyes that sparkled with joy. It turned his stomach. It was sure, Merlin was in love. Never had such vivid eyes been so striking. His throat knotted at this irritating discovery. He stood up and threw his napkin on the table.

"Perfect, for your tardiness. You will clean all the knights' boots after the hunt!"

"But..."

Arthur was upset! Someone had managed to get what he would never have and he couldn't admit it.

"No buts, execute!"

"Right, sire."

His actions were far from right, Arthur knew. Merlin didn't have to do his bidding anymore, especially since Gaius had asked him to have Merlin study more medicine. At first, when he had heard that his valet had refused to change his position, he had hoped that it was to get closer to him.

But it apparently wasn't.