Following Merlin’s admission of his feelings, everything changed. Arthur would never publicly announce that anything was transpiring between them, but whenever they were alone he was completely relaxed, and completely himself. And completely allowed to steal kisses and touches from Merlin. Whenever their hands brushed, Arthur would grip Merlin’s and not let go again. Whenever Merlin dressed him, Arthur leaned in for a kiss. Merlin could not have imagined a happier life for himself. These stolen moments were his real life, and everything else in between was simply something else. Empty. For Arthur was the sun to his flower, the moon to his stars, the water to his thirst. Arthur was his everything. Just as Merlin was his.
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The King and His Sorcerer
FanfictionI decided to expand on my Methur fanfic, and start their story from the very beginning. Merlin is a young warlock who somehow finds himself as the manservant to the prince of Camelot. At first, he cannot stand his princely employer, but when the two...
