MERLIN / MERTHUR ONESHOTS

Birthday

slight tw anger n sh

It was Merlin's birthday.
He hated that.
He hated everything that his birthday had came to be .
His birthday wasn't a day of celebration, it never had been; instead it was a day of punishment. Punishment for being a bastard, punishment for being a freak , punishment for having magic . Think of something and he was punished for it.

Gaius didn't know.
No-one knew , well apart from Lancelot - but he knew everything.
Gaius thought that the reason Merlin was sent to Camelot was so he could learn to control his magic , but it wasn't . It was because on his last birthday in Ealdor, they almost killed him . He was beaten to a pulp and if Will hadn't been there to save him , he'd surely be dead .
His mother , Hunith , didn't know what to do ; she wanted to protect her son but she didn't know how . So she sent him to Gaius. He can protect him , she thought, Camelot will be good for him.
And it was.

Arthur had planned for a hunting trip . Merlin's favourite. He thought it were almost ironic , he went to Camelot to get away from the punishment yet got stuck doing something he hated . He couldn't blame Arthur though, it's not like he knew .

Merlin hates having to kill innocent animals as a form of sport , absolutely hates it . He couldn't fathom how Arthur actually enjoyed doing this , when asked he never gave a straight answer - so Merlin never knew .

It was miserable weather , dark clouds and cold - threatening for rain all the time. It never came , just loomed overhead , teasing. Perhaps Merlin was controlling the weather with his mood , he couldn't tell but it seemed likely .

"Right it's getting late and i'd say we've had a pretty good hunt , Merlin hasn't managed to mess it up like he always does . Well done Merlin."
Arthur spoke as he slowed his horse down till it were no longer moving . He spoke with a smile , looking at Merlin so he could see the reaction.

"Oh why of course sire , i am not completely useless despite popular beliefs" Sarcasm dripped from his voice and a smirk played at his lips, the banter between the two flowing nicely.

This caused the rest of the knights to laugh , Gwaine slightly louder than the others; They suspected he was tipsy but had no solid proof.

They set up camp , well Merlin did . He gathered fire wood , enough to get them through the nearing night . He cooked the food, much to his dismay it were the animals they had caught- meaning he had to skin them , he was continuously repulsed by this action. He lay out the bedrolls and watered / fed the horses.

happy fucking birthday , he thought to himself. He found the situation rather funny , he wondered how different today would be if they knew . Knowing Arthur , it probably wouldn't be much different.

As they were eating the meal that Merlin had prepared , Lancelot sat himself next to Merlin.
"Happy Birthday mate, i'm sorry we're hunting."
He clapped Merlin around his back as he said this.
"Yeah i am too . Thank you Lance."
They smiled at each other before eating their food , not wanting it to cool. They were completely unaware of Gwaine who had heard the whole ordeal .

Gwaine was a little angry that Lancelot knew but not him , but that soon passes as he realised he could get back at him. He strolled over to Arthur smugly before plonking himself down next to him . His chain mail clinking as he did so . Arthur rolled his eyes , preparing himself for the useless babble that will never fail to come out of his knight's mouth.

"It's Merlin's birthday today." Gwaine said in a matter of a fact tone . This shocked Arthur , he almost choked on the rabbit chunk that he hadn't quite finished chewing.
"it's what?"
"Merlin's birthday."
"and how do you know this Gwaine?" he asked , sounding kind of offended that the drunk knew before him . He wondered why Merlin had never told him this fact- then he realised he'd never asked and felt guilty.
"Heard him and Lance talking about it ."