Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Reversed part 1

A.N.:// This is utter crack. I hope you like it. 

Summary: 

Everybody knows about Merlin's magic. 
Everyone but Merlin.


EDIT: 
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„Merlin – you have been accused of sorcery."
This sentence can be used quite often to begin a story. Mostly, because we all crave magic reveal AU's. One final episode of a journey with our favorite characters dying just isn't enough. Looking at you, BBC.

However, for Arthur, this sentence often started a normal Wednesday afternoon.
You think that's strange?
Well – Strange has become Arthur's new normal. Weird was making his breakfast and catastrophe's were about as rare as horse dung on the cobblestone road. Which was not rare, for those of you who live in futuristic homes where the floor somehow manages to clean itself.

"Again?"

Yes – again.

"Merlin, seriously, you need to be careful. You live in Camelot. You need to stop using magic like that!", Arthur threw up his hands.

Actually, what point was there in wearing chain mail on a day to day basis (he just returned from training), when it didn't even intimidate his uselessly magical servant?
Even before Merlin answered, Arthur knew what the answer was going to be.

"For the last time, Arthur.", Merlin let the rug fall that he just used to wipe the floor.
"I am NOT a sorcerer."
Arthur covered his face with his hands, but didn't stop pacing. It would be a lot funnier, if Merlin wasn't a hundred percent serious.

"Merlin, for the last time. YES, you do have magic! The dragon in the dungeons was very clear on the subject. You are Emrys. The most powerful sorcerer who ever lived. And you are destined to help me build Albion."

"And I am telling YOU, I am very concerned that you still believe the words of a talking dragon, even though he attacked this kingdom when he was still free."

"He gave me a magic sword that kills magical beasts!"

"He's manipulating you to free him. SO he can attack Camelot - AGAIN!", Merlin rolled his eyes.
"Look, Arthur. I know it's a real feast for your ego to be told you're a legend king or something. But this dragon is blowing a lot of stuff way out of proportion.
I am training to be a physician. I am NOT a sorcerer."

"Merlin, last week you cleaned my socks with magic."

"That's circumstantial. There was a sorcerer attacking you. I bet he did it."
"Why the hell would a sorcerer clean my socks?"
Merlin gave him a deadpanned look. "Have you ever smelled your socks, Sire?"

"Why are you smelling my socks?", there was a moment of confused silence, before Arthur decided to drop the subject and move on.
"Merlin, you freaking threw a Griffin against a wall and killed it with your magic."

"That Griffin had wings, Arthur."

"Which I cut off with Excalibur!!!! BEFORE you threw him against the wall!", Arthur threw up his hands again.

"Griffin's are magical creatures. Maybe they don't need wings to fly? How would I know? I never learned any magic!"

"Your eyes were golden!"

"Trick of the light.", Merlin closed his eyes and sighed.
"Just – Arthur, please. Tell your dad the usual. That I didn't do it, because I am too stupid to use magic or whatever."

"I can't cover for you forever, Merlin! You need to be more careful – you -
Are you kidding me?"

Arthur felt exhausted, as he watched Merlin walk around the rug, that was magically continuing to scrub the floor right now.
"What?", Merlin asked him, eyes tilted. The gold so obviously visible in his eyes, if Uther Pendragon was here now, in this room, the servant would have been killed on sight.