Merthur/Merlin one shot

Little Merlin and Caregiver Arthur

A/N Before I start this is in our time. And in a universe; there are two types of classification. One is the caregiver and the other one is little. The caregiver take care of the little. Usually it is chosen by a special bond. They will feel it as soon as the person had been classified. It's like age regression. So that as soon as classified the person ends up mentally regression to their age. It's nonsexual just thought I add this because some people might thing this could be a kink, which it's not. It's usually used as a coping mechanism. Some people don't have a good childhood and want to regress to have this. Or stress or just some like to regress. Sexualizing little's is never alright and never should be alright. Sorry for the rant there, just am passionate about this thing. Just inform yourself before thinking like that. Google is there for a reason. With this out of the way, hope you enjoy the one shot. I might make more then one because I really like it and have some idea ~3~

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Merlin had always known he was different. There was after always the need to do things that were for little. In this world there are two people. One was a caregiver, that watches and takes care of littles and then there were the littles that slip into a childish mindset.

The age depended on person to person. He was around 4 maybe even 3 years old. Toddler age yet he wasn't wanting anyone to know about this. So, he hid it knowing too well how little's were treated. The fear about being punished or worse having to leave Camelot made him decide never to tell anyone.

He hid this for a good reason. It was helping that he was also in love with the king of Camelot and not was it helping that he still had hid his magic. Even when he wasn't in need to. The prince had legalized magic a month ago. Another thing to note was that Arthur was a caregiver and he just wished he would be his.

His inner little wanted nothing more then be taken care of by Arthur. It pained him as Gwaine had so much fun with Lancelot. As Gwaine was like him and everyone had not said anything. But he couldn't help but hide this. Because in his hometown the people had called him a freak.

Useless and he would be better of dead. After the death of Will he had decided never to tell anyone. It was just that he was big and will stay big. Even when it was painful for him, it should be alright. Not even Gaius knew, and his mother had suspicious but had not told Gaius out of the same fear then he had.

She seen what had happened to him. That was why both promised never to break the silence about this. Both about his magic and him probably being a little. The reason was as well that his mother had not wanting to classify him. She pushed the thought away of him being a little, even when it was obvious with him being smaller and more innocent looking.

He was a head smaller than Arthur. Maybe this was why he had talked back to Arthur the first time they met. Even now he wasn't going to stop using the silly nicknames that he gave Arthur. The male wasn't minding it too much. He seemed to shrug them off and he even had been kinder the few months now.

Yet he had not regressed. Which by now was years. The last time was when he was 14 but his mother yelled at him that he should act like his age. So, he done, because he loved his mother and wouldn't want to disappoint her. She was disappointed enough with him being a warlock and having magic.

"Alright, Merlin we need to have a talk." Lancelot sternly said and he tilted his head and humming as stopping to muck the stables.

"Tell me the truth, are you a little?" It was asked cautiously yet also a stern voice coming from Gwaine.

"Nah, I am caregiver." He said but Lancelot seemed not to believe it nor Gwaine. As both held eye contact and folding their arms together. Now he knew that he was so screwed.

"Well, we are going to classify you. Because I know for a fact that you haven't." Lance sternly said and he winced and biting his lips. That was something that he had not told anyone. So how could they know?

"I did, and I am not going." He folded his arms and feeling uncomfortable with this entire thing. Lancelot let out a sigh and he was thrown over his shoulder. Leading to him to letting out a squeak, as well trying to wiggle out of his grasp, knowing too well that he won't be able to escape.

"No, I don't want to." He grumbled out again but, in the end, it was futile as both continued to walk. Towards a direction he knew too well...the thrown room. God no. Everything but this.

He swallowed harshly and hating this. Because he knew that he won't be able to escape without using magic. So that he had stayed quiet otherwise. He was put down and gaze avoiding at all cost looking at the male he wanted least to know.

"Alright, Merlin I know that you didn't want this but let's be real. You did lie to me about being classify and I as have the responsibility to find out. Not just as king but also as your best friend. You can't keep on lying about this." Arthur sternly said and he pouted as grumbling under his breath any curse words he knew off.

"Let's just get this over with." Arthur soon added and he pouted but letting out a sigh. Knowing too well that he couldn't escape this. So that he took the drink and chucking it down, even when he hated the taste. Soon a light blue aura was surrounding him. and he knew too well what it means.

His body slumped, and he fidgets knowing too well that he was now getting rejected. Before he realized it, he was a sobbing mess. Why would they accept him? No one in his old home did and his mother clearly hated the fact that he was a little. Even denying it.

He was picked up and rocked softly by someone. From the scent he knew that it was Arthur. He clung onto him and feeling his body slowly relaxing. But because him relaxing he had an accident. Not helping his case, making him embarrassed and instantly crying again.

"Shh, bubba its fine. Accidents happen." It was softly shushed, but he shook his head feeling ashamed of this.

"Hey, it's fine. No one is mad at you and I am neither. How about we get you into new clothes and then talk okay?" It was said softly and different to how Arthur usually talked. Confusing him because his mother always scolded him when he wetted his bed.

"Youw not angwy?" He asked softly as looking up with big confused eyes. Resulting in Arthur look at him with an even softer expression.

"No, never. Alright, everyone goes back to work." The tone was sharp, and he flinched as burying his face into the crotch of Arthur. Feeling still embarrassed about this. The male walked soon out but the entire time he was hiding.

"Alright, let's get you into something more comfortable, kitten." It was said with softness yet full of care. Making him feeling even more relaxed.

"Otay..." He muttered and putting his thumb into his mouth without realizing it. He just had the urge, entirely oblivious to all of this. Something rubbery was put into his mouth. At first, he was confused but slowly sucking on it and feeling at pure bliss. He hadn't even realized being changed into something new.

"There we go, cute little angel." It was said with a soft yet caring tone, resulting in him giggling and making grabby hands for pappy to pick him up.