Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Idiots in Love 2

A.N.:// Trigger warning: Horny Arthur. 
Don't look at me like that! This trigger is for me specifically. R.I.P. 

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Arthur probably should have asked more about Merlin's magic and the whole destiny thing. Then again, just the thought of it made Arthur sweat with nerves. In fact, every time he was reminded of Merlin's secrets, Arthur felt himself panic, because it reminded him that by law, Merlin should have been hanged long ago. Not knowing what he should be doing with Merlin, being thrown off by what he WANTED to do with Merlin and the fact that his mere presence making Arthur's brain short circuit made the days quite difficult.

Arthur had trouble listening to Merlin's speeches in court and found himself simply nodding along, while he was mentally counting Merlin's eyelashes.

He couldn't ask about Merlin's magic, his heritage, his adventures, anything. He should, he wanted to know, but judging by the way he tended to behave like an oaf whenever Merlin was near, it was impossible for Arthur to learn more about the subject of his every waking (and sleeping) thought.

He would stutter, or forget what he was trying to say and all in all, he seemed to choose the wrong timing, all the time.

Arthur blamed it on the kiss.

It had already been a problem before, but ever since the kiss happened, it was even WORSE! Thoughts of running his hands through Merlin's hair consumed Arthur's every thought. He dreamed of holding Merlin's hand, of confessing his love and sharing a happy ever after like they were promised in fairy tales. Of course Arthur wanted to fuck him too, but if it were just that it wouldn't be so devastating, not when every accidental touch was already agony.

No, Arthur was drawn to Merlin's presence, his smile, conversation with him, his mere existence.

Okay, perhaps the wanting to jump Merlin bit was also a huge problem. Especially when Merlin rolled up his sleeves on a warm afternoon, or wiped off some sweat of his brow when he'd ran around the castle to reach the next council session in time. Which he never did. That also did a number on Arthur because he kept expecting Merlin to burst in unannounced at all times. It was irritating and maddening and Arthur loved it. He knew he shouldn't, but as terrifying as that feeling was, it felt good too. How couldn't it when Arthur was the first person Merlin usually glanced at, who managed to coax out all of those damning smiles?

Yet, a single smile his way, a short brush of skin on skin and Arthur was on cloud nine; and he was completely dysfunctional.

It was a week after the kiss, and how was it a week already?, when the druid elders were welcomed into Camelot. It had went rather smoothly, surprisingly enough. Merlin had led most of the discussions around the topic and Arthur had been too deep in thought to notice whether any of his council members had protested. Whenever Merlin had asked Arthur a question or looked for confirmation, Arthur had simply agreed, too embarrassed to admit that he had no clue what they had been talking about. (What could he say? That spring wedding had him in a chokehold).

When the three elders entered the throne room, Arthur sat up straight and forced himself to concentrate. No matter how easy it was to fall into daydreams, this negotiation was important for Camelot, and more importantly for Merlin's future! For once, Arthur found it easy to shut out anything else.

One of the three elders was familiar. The man with the dark blond shaggy locks was Iseldir. He was their leader if Arthur remembered correctly. Next to him was a middle aged woman of surprisingly huge built- not surprising because she was a woman but because druids tended to be rather scrawny in Arthur's experience, and a third person of undefined gender. They had the triangle markings edged into their face that the druids used to mark the people who somehow fell beyond the gender binary. Camelot didn't have that. Arthur wondered if that made Camelot more modern or simply ignorant. After all, even the old Greek and most other old scripts he'd grown up with included the genderless, if not more genders that Arthur had no clue how to differentiate.