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Arthur Pendragon lived a perfectly normal life, thank you very much. He was blonde, blue eyed, and an athlete. His grades were above average and his friend group consisted of the rugby team. His sister Morgana was a bit odd, yes, but that hardly kept from the fact that Arthur was a perfectly average high school student.

At least, he thought he was. But the way recent events were playing out...he was prone to think differently.


A Few Months Earlier


There was a new kid in school.

Scratch that-there was a weird new kid in school.

Now, Arthur considered himself fairly accepting. Sure, he was a typical high school jock, but he prided himself on not being what others would consider a ‘bully’.

(Except he totally was.)

He didn’t push kids into lockers, or call out the school homosexuals, or be racist. In fact, he was even friends with a queer bloke - Gwaine, who was also the resident school manwhore - and a black bloke - Elyan.

(No one ever dared to tell him he was still close-minded and rude.)

Anyway, back to the strange new kid. He was tall, passing Arthur's height, with a shock of black hair and ears big enough to hear a pin drop in a crowded room. He was goofy and awkward, only really friends with a pretty girl named Guinevere and the LGBT+ society. There were rumors already flying around his head - that he was kicked out of his other school, that he was a stoner, that he was actually a Satanist - but nothing had been proven true yet.

And possibly the weirdest thing? His name. /Merlin/.


Arthur had managed to encounter the weird new kid on his first day at Avalon High. First period, Statistics. The teacher introduced Merlin to the class - ”I’m sure we’ll all make you feel welcome.” - and directed him to sit next to, you guessed it, Arthur.

When Merlin sat, he looked over at Arthur, and he stared. Hard.

His eyes, wide and blue and unblinking, looked Arthur over with an expression one would associate with just seeing a ghost.

Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his seat, struggling to pay attention as the new kids eyes bore into the side of his skull, the expression of shock and horror never leaving his pale face.

Eventually the period came to an end, and Arthur shot from his seat, desperate to leave Merlin behind. He was so quick in leaving, he almost missed the whispered “Goodbye Arthur’ that left Merlin's lips.

The blonde never questioned how the other knew his name.


“And he just kept staring at me, like he had just seen the dead or something!” Arthur replayed the events to the other players of the rugby team during lunch, outrage in his voice. “Or he was mad or something!”

Leon, a boy with longer blonde hair, listened with a mildly disturbed expression on his face. Elyan and Percival were engaged in another conversation entirely, while Gwaine attempted to catch the eye of some pretty girl from across the cafeteria and Lancelot read beside him.

“Maybe you reminded him of someone?” Leon suggested, one hand idly stroking his forming beard. Arthur shrugged.

“He seemed pretty damned disturbed by a remembrance.”

Leon merely shrugged back, and joined Elyan and Percival's debate on whether or not energy drinks were healthy for you. Arthur sighed to himself, and finished off his lunch, lazily looking around the cafeteria.

He caught a certain pair of blue eyes, blue eyes that had been staring at him.

“Leon! Leon, he’s doing it again!” Arthur hissed, causing his friend to look up. Merlin looked away hastily as the two stared him down, busying himself with Guinevere's chatting.

Yeah, the new kid was bloody weird.

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The weirdness didn’t stop there, no, it continued.

First it was Lancelot, who befriended Merlin in their shared Psychology class. “He’s not that bad.” He told Arthur, who merely shook his head and changed to subject.

Then from Morgana, who sat with Merlin and Guinevere at lunch. “He’s a sweetheart. Maybe he stared at you because he couldn’t comprehend what such an idiot was doing in a Statistics class.”

Gwaine then proceeds to start flirting with Merlin, making unnecessary comments about his arse and legs to the rugby team, often to be met by groans and thrown projectiles.
Then of course, there was Merlin himself, who still stared at him in class and would occasionally whisper the odd statement, usually then punctuated by more staring.

Today, for instance, in the middle of class, Merlin dropped his pencil, and it rolled to the other side of Arthur's desk. Arthur, being the kind person that he was, grabbed it and handed back to the other.

“Thank you, sire.” Merlin near-whispered, before abruptly freezing up and busying himself with his work.


Arthur most certainly did not want to know what /that/ was about.


Oh no.

Oh no.

Arthur approached his usual lunch table with caution. There, sandwiched between Gwaine and Percival, was none other than Merlin.

“Arthur!” Gwaine called with a wide, shit eating grin. “You know Merlin, right?” He wrapped an arm around the thin teen, drawing him further into his side. “I invited him to sit with us!”

Damn Gwaine.

Merlin waved shyly from his position under Gwaine's arm, an odd sort of glint in his eyes that Arthur really didn’t like. God, that kid was creepy.

“Hello.” Arthur murmured, annoyance creeping into his tone. Sure, the table wasn’t marked just for rugby players, but there was definitely an unspoken rule! Besides, Merlin? Of all people? Gwaine had definitely done this to get under Arthur's skin.

The blonde sat in the only remaining seat, across from Gwaine and Merlin, immediately striking up a conversation with Leon. Just because Merlin was there, doesn’t mean Arthur had to talk to him.

But soon enough, Gwaine called his name. “What?” Arthur responded, turning to face the shaggy haired asshole.

“Merlin is having issues in Stat.” Gwaine said, his usual easy grin in place. “You’re acing it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Arthur said stiffly. He didn’t like where this was going.

“So you can tutor him!”

Oh hell no.

But Merlin was staring at him with those huge eyes, and it would be terribly rude to flat out refuse, and Arthur Pendragon may be many things but he liked to think he wasn’t an arse.


Merlin smiled at him, and oh, he looked almost nice when he smiled...ignoring that thought, Arthur managed a small smile back and returned to his conversation with Leon.

Tutoring couldn’t be too awful, right?

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Tutoring was going awful.

It was as though Merlin didn’t understand basic mathematics, or he was so mind-numbingly stupid he couldn’t pick it up.

Every time Arthur tried to explain a problem, or show him how to get the answer, Merlin would just sit there with a vacant expression like he wasn’t even listening.

After half an hour of this nonsense, Arthur snapped.

“Are you bloody listening to me?”

Merlin blinked. “Of course I am.”

“Then why can’t you understand a simple question? What’s the probability of C?”

Merlin blinked again. “Um...two?”

Arthur groaned. “That doesn’t even make sense!” He muttered under his breath, before speaking up. “Merlin, you need professional help. I can’t do this.”

“I don’t want professional help, they don’t help either.” The other teen near whined, slumping down in his chair. “I’m just useless at math. I’m never gonna need it anyway.”

“Of course you’re not, but you still need to pass the class.”

Merlin merely let out an exaggerated sigh in response.

Arthur stood up. “No, you know what, I give up. You’re an impossible case, Merlin.”

Merlin snagged his sleeve as the other made to leave. “Please don’t! I really need this, cmon!”

“Let go of me!”

“Not until you agree to keep tutoring me!”

Arthur shot Merlin his most potent glare, but the younger boy didn’t even blink. Still glaring, Arthur sullenly sat back down, making Merlin beam.

And damn him if he didn't look nearly cute-wait, what the hell? Shaking away the thought, Arthur turned back to the textbook.

“Give me the percentage of one fifth.”

“I hate you.” Arthur casually informed Gwaine the next day at lunch.

Gwaine turned from his latest squeeze, turning to Arthur with a faux shocked expression. “You? You hate me? Why, I thought we were besties?”

Growling, Arthur turned away from his flamboyant friend, facing Leon.

“He can't do math for shit. I can't take this much longer.”

Leon nodded, already knowing who Arthur was referring to.

Arthur continued. “And I swear, everytime I look at him, he’s staring at me like I’m some bloody puzzle he's trying to figure out! You know I’m not homophobic, I’m friends with Gwaine for god's sake, but it's bloody gross!”

“Mate, you sound pretty homophobic to me.” Gwaine cut in.

“Fuck off.” was the eloquent reply.

Leon winced, knowing Arthur wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “Look, Arthur, I know you think you’re not homophobic, but if the idea of a bloke liking you scares you so much...I think Gwaine might be right.”

Arthur reeled back, staring at Leon. “I’m-I’m not homophobic!”

Leon didn’t respond.

“You know what, screw you guys.” And with that, Arthur stalked off to go the field.

As long as Arthur could remember, he ran. Ran when he was upset, ran when he was angry, ran when he was happy. It kept him in shape for rugby, it kept him healthy, it gave him a slight adrenaline rush without the danger involved.

So he went running.

Look, he wasn't a bloody homophobe. He wasn't. He just didn't want the poor bloke to get heartbroken when he inevitably discovered Arthur was straight, right?

He sighed, kicking up dirt as he sprinted around the rugby field.

He wasn’t a bloody homophobe.

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Arthur skipped the rest of his classes that day, preferring to continue his laps around the field. As soon as the bell rang, he went to go find Gwaine.

Gwaine was at his locker, leaning against it talking to a pretty freshman in a skirt. Looking over her head, he spotted Arthur and grinned. “The princess returns!” He called out, pushing away from the locker and shooing the girl away, who went with a slightly hurt look on her face. Arthur approached the other boy, not quite making eye contact.

“Gwaine.” He greeted stiffly.

“Oh, someone's pissy.” Gwaine mocked, flipping his shaggy hair from his eyes.

Arthur sighed, really not wanting to deal with this. But he had to ask. “Look, as a queer person…” He paused.

“Go on.” Gwaine coaxed, a confused look on his face.

“Do you really think I’m homophobic?”

The look on Gwaine's face shifted from confused to thoughtful. “I don't think you are on purpose, if that's what you're asking. However...I think you have some issues with gay people you’re not dealing with.” A pause. “That, or you’re secretly queer and take it out on everyone else.” He grinned.

Arthur rolled his eyes, ignoring the slight sting of the words. “Look...I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like shit about being queer. I don’t mean to do it, I just…” He trailed off, not knowing how to continue. Gwaine seemed to sense this, and grinned again.

“Ah, don't sweat it mate. I know you don't mean to be a git.” He said, carefree as always. “If that's all though, I have a date tonight.” He turned and sauntered off, saluting Arthur as he went.

Arthur went to his own locker to grab his bag, mind whirling. He wasn’t queer, he knew that much. And he certainly didn't actively hate people. So what exactly was his problem?

Arthur shook it off, heading to the bus. It was something he’d worry about another time.

A few days later, and he was back with Merlin at the library, going over the same problem six and a half times.

“No, you divide that by the reciprocal.” Arthur explained again, frustration clear in his tone. Merlin just stared at his paper, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, eyes narrowed and dark.

“I don’t get it.”

“Of course you don't, you're doing it wrong.” Arthur took the pencil and paper, doing the problem himself. “See, you divide by the reciprocal and then multiply by two. It's not that difficult.”

Merlin groaned.

Arthur's eye twitched. “Honestly, what grade do you even have in the class right now? A bloody F?”

“An A.”

“Pardon?” Arthur didn’t believe him for a second.

“An A.” Merlin looked at him and smirked lazily. “I know how to charm the teacher well enough to pass.”

Arthur tried not to gape. Here he was, working his arse off for an A, and this prat could get away with not doing any work correctly and still sailing through the class?
Life was so unfair.

“Then why did you ask me to tutor you if you don’t need it?” He ended up asking.

“Charming the teacher wont help on exams.” Merlin shrugged, taking his paper back. “So...I divide by the reciprocal?”


At least they were passed the second problem now.

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Merlin watched Arthur, careful not to be seen as he followed him through the hallway.

It would only be a matter of time before he found out.

SIghing to himself, Merlin stopped, allowing the blonde to get out of his line of sight.

Things would play out the way they were meant to. If there was one time Merlin had learned over the course of his life, it was that fate always had its own plan.

And Merlin would always be powerless to stop it.

The next day at school started out boring. A test in math, which Merlin bombed, a few worksheets for homework.

But lunch? That was where things got interesting.

Merlin sat with the rugby team again at lunch, at Gwaine's invitation. Arthur nearly smiled at him when he sat, but then abruptly ignored him for a boy by the name of Leon who Merlin didn't know very well.

So he began to talk to Gwaine about his latest hook up, some pretty boy whose name Gwaine couldn’t even remember, when it happened.

Gwaine kissed him.


”Are you sure this will work?” Merlin asked doubtfully, gnawing at his lower lip.

“Of course.” Gwaine assured him. “Arthur's temper is awful, and his jealousy worse. If he fancies you, which I’m positive he does, he’ll do something drastic by the end of the week.”
Merlin nodded.

“Why do you want to piss him off so bad anyhow? I thought you didn’t fancy him.” Gwaine asked, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth.

Merlin shrugged. “Maybe he’s growing on me.”

“Like a tumor.” Gwaine snorted through his mouthful, and the conversation ended.

Merlin hesitantly kissed back, ignoring the slight discomfort from Gwaine's stubble against his skin, feeling the stares of the other rugby boys on his back and side.

Gwaine broke off the kiss, grinning roguishly at Merlin and not saying a word. Merlin tentatively smiled back, and the two kept eye contact until the silence was broken.

“What the fuck?”

The two turned to Arthur, who was looking at them with an unreadable expression on his face. “When the hell did this happen?” The blonde asked, tone as unreadable as his face.

“Last night, when Merlin came over. “Gwaine replied nonchalantly.

Arthur gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to say something else, but then muttered something and turned back to Leon, who looked slightly amused by the whole ordeal.

Gwaine winked at Merlin, and Merlin grinned back.

Arthur sat, infuriated, listening to Leon prattle on about positions and games.

He had no right to be angry, he knew that. He didn’t even know why he was. But a heated rage had settled in his stomach, and didn’t seem to want to leave anytime soon.

What the hell was coming over him? Had he really been super homophobic this whole time and not realized it? No, he had seen Gwaine kiss blokes before, and that hadn’t bothered him in the slightest, other than mild disgust at the PDA.

So it had to be something else.

But what?

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Arthur couldn’t get that damned kiss out of his head.

Every time he shut his eyes, there it was, playing over and over in high definition, crystal clear. And every damn time, that angry heat would curl in his gut like lead.

God, he could even remember there being tongue. What the hell was wrong with him?

He was probably just concerned. Yeah, concerned. Gwaine is a notorious playboy, he’s not one to settle down or stick to one person. And Merlin is pretty naive in Arthur's eyes, so he could easily be deceived by Gwaine's good looks. Yeah, Arthur was definitely just concerned.

But when the hell did he start caring about Merlin's well-being anyway?


Merlin was happy.

No, screw happy.

He was bloody overjoyed.

Arthur's reaction? His red face, his yelling? That, my friend, was jealousy at its finest.

Bless the world, bless the gods Merlin didn’t believe in, bless Gwaine and his fantastic plans.

Merlin was gonna get his boy.


Arthur silently stalked up to his target in the school halls.


“Did you know about Merlin and Gwaine?” Arthur asked once he was directly behind her. Sher jumped, turning to face him with an expression of shock on her pretty face.

“Arthur! Don't sneak up on me like that!” She scolded. “And yes, to answer your question. Aren't they sweet?”

Arthur grimaced. “Aren't you worried? ABout Gwaine's reputation?”

Guinevere cocked her head, thinking, and Arthur took the chance to look her over. She was cute, but he couldn't help imagine her with bluer eyes or player skin, higher cheekbones or a more masculine figure...wait, what?

“I don't think Gwaine will hurt him.” She said slowly, eyes boring into Arthur's own. “Either way, I certainly believe Merlin knows well enough not to date someone that would end up hurting him.” She smiled. “Don't get me wrong though, it's nice to see you caring so much for someone other than yourself.

“Excuse me?”

Guinevere giggled. “Sorry, but you’re rather prattish most of the time. Its nice that you care so much for Merlin, is all.”

“I don't care for him.” Arthur scoffed. “I merely don't wish to deal with a messy breakup.” Yeah, that was totally it.

“I'm sure.” She smiled, a small understanding smile that left Arthur more confused than ever. What did she know that he did not?

“Alright then...just watch out for him, will you? I don't want the idiot skipping any tutoring sessions because he has a date.” Arthur turned and walked off.

“Will do!” Guinevere called out after him, still smiling. She knew exactly what was going on.

If only Arthur did as well.


Well, that conversation was a bust.

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Merlin sat nervously on Gwaine's bed, watching as the other boy casually lounged.

Of all the things Merlin had done in the past, this was one of the things he knew he’d regret.

“Do we really have to do this?” Merlin whinged. “It's not like they have to see us full-on snogging!”

Gwaine looked at him as though he were an idiot. “Have you met me, Merlin? I full-on snog everyone. They won't believe it otherwise.”

Merlin pouted. He hated it when the cocky prat was right. “Fine. Let's get this shit over with then.”

Gwaine smirked, pulling his hair back before leaning in. Merlin leant in as well, and the two met in the middle, lips clashing in a rather awkward fashion.

Merlin pulled back. “I can't do this.” He moaned, flopping backwards. “You're not him. You're all scratchy.”

“Rude.” Gwaine said good naturedly, scooching closer to Merlin. “Just pretend I'm him, yeah?” Snickering to himself, he put on a ridiculously deep voice, puffing his chest out and posing like a git. “Merlin, you idiot. Math this, rugby that. I'm not gay. Blah blah blah.” Merlin bust out laughing, and Gwaine grinned widely, dropping the act.

“See? Easy.” He laughed, reaching out and ruffling Merlin's hair. Merlin pushed him away with a slight scowl, trying to fix the mess that sat upon his head.

“I dunno, it just feels...wrong, almost.”

Gwaine's face softened a little at that, and he placed a hand on Merlin's shoulder. “I doubt it'll ever not feel wrong with me. But until Arthur gets his head out of his ass, you're stuck with me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Merlin smiled, a bit sadly. What if Arthur never came around?

Gwaine, sensing the mood, gave Merlin the best advice he had. “Look, Merlin, don't think. Just do.”

Don't think.

Just do.

Merlin sighed, before leaning over and kissing Gwaine once more.


Arthur was not sulking, thank you very much. He was sitting in his room, thinking about something he didn't like, and not really doing anything to fix it.

It wasn't sulking, damnit.

Morgana poked her head in at around noon, one perfectly plucked eyebrow raised. “Are you still pouting?” She asked. When Arthur didn't reply, she walked in, making herself and home on his bed. “Talk.”

“Bugger off.” Arthur replied sullenly.

Morgana raised her other eyebrow. “Wow, you're genuinely upset.”

Arthur didn't reply.

She sighed. “Alright,” she said, voice uncharacteristically soft. “Either you're gonna tell me what's wrong, or I’ll find out myself. I'm the only one allowed to fuck over my brother, you know?” She nudged him with her shoulder.

He still didn't respond at first, staring blankly at the wall. Morgana sighed again, standing up to leave, when Arthur's voice rang out.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Pardon?” That didn't sound like her typically arrogant brother.

He turned to her, an odd sort of expression on his face. “Merlin and Gwaine. Why the hell am I so against it?” He looked almost despairing. “I never cared before about who Gwaine dated.”

Morgana smiled to herself, sitting back down. “Because you care about him, you numbskull.” she said.

Arthur pulled a face. “I don't care about him, he's an idiot who, for some reason, bloody attached himself to me.”

Morgana stifled a laugh at the indignation on her brothers face. “Really? So you don't have a big, gay crush on the poor bastard?”

“What?!” Arthur spluttered. “I-I do not-that's disgusting? I'm not bloody queer!”

A shit-eating grin overtook Morgana's pretty face, the grin she only used when she knew she was right. “Oh my god.”

“Shut up.” Arthur abruptly hissed. She started giggling as his face turned redder and redder. “Get out of my room!”

“Fine fine, don't get your panties in a twist.” She blew him a kiss and left, still laughing to herself.

Arthur could feel horror growing in his stomach.

He couldn't like Merlin.

...Could he?

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Their next tutoring session was...awkward, to say in the least. Arthur avoided any and all eye contact, was stiff and detached, and managed to avoid touching Merlin at all throughout the entire thing.

Merlin was confused.

Had he done something to make the blonde angry? No, Arthur’s wrath was easily invoked and loud, Merlin would definetly know if he were angry.

Whatever it was, it was impacting his teaching skills.

“Wait , so, the percent is 0.5%?”

“Uh, sure, yeah. Whatever.”

“Ok, so the answer is 25, yeah?”

“Whatever you say, Merlin.”

Merlin was more lost in math than ever.


Arthur felt like utter shit.

He liked Merlin.

Like, /liked/ him.

He was a bloody pouf.

Jesus Christ.

Arthur shook his head as Merlin left the library, stuck on his own thoughts. He wasn’t a pouf, he had never liked blokes before. Merlin was just very effeminate, that's all. Full lips, big eyes, those ridiculous cheekbones…

Arthur stopped himself before he could reach full ‘fantasy’ territory. Merlin had Gwaine. Thats was that. Arthur wasn't about to ruin that for him over some ridiculous crush. He wasn’t that kind of person.

No, he would just wait it out. It was just a crush, it would go away on its own soon enough.



He had to be right.


It wasn't bloody going away.

Arthur tried everything. He snagged a few girls, ignored Merlin for a while, but all he got was rumors that Gwaine had competition for being the school manwhore and awkward tutoring sessions.

He had no choice but to give up.

He knew he'd never date Merlin. Pendragons weren't gay, Merlin didn't even like him like that. So why was Arthur so hung up over this stupid crush?

In the meantime, he should probably apologize for ignoring Merlin…

Or pretend it never happened. That works too.

Merlin was beyond confused now. First Arthur was ignoring him, now he was being extra nice to him? It was just weird.

“So the answer is...6?”

“Yes! See, you’re not that much of an idiot after all!”

Well, he was being nicer than usual, at least.

Which was why Merlin found himself sitting at the foot of Gwaine's bed once more, ready to have a serious conversation.

“I think we should pretend to break up.”

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Gwaine blinked.

“Any particular reason why?” He asked, perfectly calm.

Merlin relaxed a little. Of course Gwaine wouldn't be offended or anything. “I's not fair to Arthur, you know? We’re like, manipulating him. And I’m still really uncomfortable snogging you and shit.” He rushed out, still slightly worried about hurting the other boys feelings.

Gwaine threw his head back and laughed. “Aw, you're concerned about the princess’ feelings! You're in so deep for the bloke!” He continued laughing for a few minutes, and Merlin considered hitting him. Finally, he stopped. “Merlin, he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. But if you really wanna ‘dump’ me I won't stop you.”

With a relieved sigh, Merlin smiled goofily at Gwaine, getting up from where he had been previously sitting. “Good. Great.” He saluted the other and walked out of the room, calmly beginning to head home.

That was one weight off his chest.

Now for the other two things he was hiding…


Merlin didn't sit with the rugby team the next day at lunch. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Arthur turned to Gwaine after the third day, one eyebrow jokingly raised. “Finally scared him off, did you?”

“Yeah, he dumped me.” Gwaine said casually, shoving food into his mouth to keep from smiling.

Arthur's jaw dropped. “Oh, um, sorry.” He didn't sound very sorry. “He dumped you?”

Gwaine hid a smirk. The princess really did have it bad for Merlin. “Yeah, little prat decided he didn't like my ‘flirty tendencies’ and that I was a git. Ergo, dumping me.”

“Don't call him a prat for not putting up with your sorry arse.” Arthur grunted, causing Gwaine to raise an eyebrow.

“And why shouldn't I?”

“He's a damn better person than you.” Arthur retorted, face turning slightly red.

God, he was pathetic.

“Is that so?” Gwaine challenged.

Arthur's face went an odd ruddy color. “Yeah, it is.”

Leon was giving the blonde a strange look now, and Elyan and Percival were beginning to tune in on the conversation. Even Lancelot had put his book down to listen.

“And why is he so much better than me, hmm?” Gwaine was having fun now.

“Well he’s not a problematic twat for one.” Arthur said harshly, looking like he wanted to stop talking but couldn't. “And he's actually a decent human being, unlike you.”

“Erm, Arthur?” Leon rested a calming hand on Arthur's shoulder. “Do you need to tell us something?”

“No!” Arthur practically yelled, obviously having some sort of internal crisis. He stood, and left.

“So…” Gwaine began, ignoring the looks he was being sent by the other members of the team. “When do you think he’ll tell us he’s queer?”


Merlin was definitely confused now. Arthur had popped up at lunch, asking if it was true he had broken up with Gwaine. When Merlin confirmed it, Arthur went quiet, then said Gwaine didn't deserve him anyway, before walking away slowly to the sound of Guinevere giggling into her hand.

“Care to share what’s got you so happy?” Merlin poked at her as Arthur left.

Sher shook her head and smiled, a mysterious little smile that suggested she knew more than she let on.

Merlin sighed in mild frustration as he went back to his lunch.

Hopefully Arthur went back to normal before their next tutoring session.

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Arthur wasn’t back to normal.

Merlin sighed in frustration at Arthur's bland expression and fake smile, at his deceptively calm demeanor and professional attitude.

God, it was annoying.

Merlin missed the bickering, the easy conversation flow, hell, he missed being insulted with every breath.

And by the end of the tutoring session, enough had been enough.

“What is your problem?” Merlin eventually asked, eyes not leaving the textbook in front of him.

Arthur looked up. “Pardon?”

“You’re acting like a bloody Ken doll. What is your problem with me all of the sudden?” Merlin was getting angry now.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t deny it, Pendragon.” He near-hissed, standing from the table. Arthur could only watch as the taller boy walked away, clearly fed up.

Ignoring the looks he was getting from other students, Arthur let his head fall onto the table with a resounding ‘thud’.

He had screwed up.


“And on top of that, he keeps acting like a bloody robot! It's like he's not even human anymore!” Merlin ranted to Guinevere, who listened with a sympathetic look on her face. “God, I just want to punch the stupid prat!”

God, it was worse, best not to think of that.

“Have you ever considered how he's feeling?” Gwen suggested. Merlin looked at her funny. Of course he had considered how Arthur was feeling.

“That doesn't excuse his behaviour.” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Gwen laid a hand on his arm. “Of course not Merlin, but it probably explains why he's been acting this way.”

“So what, you think he's mad Gwaine and I broke up?”

“Mad? No,” she laughed. “I think he doesn't know what to do in this situation.”

Merlin cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

She sighed. Boys. “It means, he probably likes you and doesn’t know how to act around you, not knowing how you’re feeling right now.”

“So, you think he’s just being thick.” Merlin surmised.

“Basically, yes.”

They both smiled at that.

“Thank you, Gwen.” Merlin said, pulling her into a hug.

“Anytime dear.” She responded.


“Morgana, I fucked up.” Arthur announced, barging into her room.

Morgana rolled her eyes. “I know, I just got off the phone with Gwen. Merlin's been complaining about your dumb arse.”

“Guinevere and you gossip about us?”

“Unimportant. Sit.”

Arthur sat.

Morgana turned to him, a slight smirk on her face. “So. You realize you like Merlin, in a very gay way. Correct?”

Arthur nodded.

“So you proceed to act like an idiot, and Merlin is mad at you.”

Arthur nodded again.

Morgana sighed.

“You, Arthur, have an apology to make. Understood?” Her face softened the tiniest bit. “And maybe try just telling him how you feel.”

“I couldn't possibly-” Arthur began, but Morgana cut him off with a shushing noise and a motion towards her door.

“Leave. Go talk to him.”

And so Arthur left.

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We need to get those idiots together.

Guinevere smiled at the text she received from Morgana, quickly typing out a reply.

Agreed, though I wouldn't say they're complete idiots. You said Arthur has at least noticed his feelings.

He’s still an idiot. Morgana replied, causing Guinevere to giggle to herself. Merlin, who sat next to her, leaned over to try and see what was on her screen.

“What's so funny?”

“Nothing of your concern.” Guinevere reprimanded, laughter still in her tone.

She and Morgana had planning to do.



Merlin looked up from the textbook he had been trying to read, only to see Arthur standing there, a blank expression on his face.

“We need to talk.”

“Do we now?” Merlin said curtly, closing his book and standing. He had the height advantage dammit, and he would use it if he pleased. “Because strangely enough, I don't want to talk to you.”

He turned to walk away, but Arthur's hand shot out and grabbed him by the arm. “Merlin, please.”

Merlin froze. That may be the first time the prats ever used proper manners with him. “Fine. Two minutes. Then I’m walking out.”

Arthur sighed in relief and sat, smiling slightly when Merlin did the same thing.

“First of all, I need to apologize.”


“I was a complete git-”

“You’re not wrong.”

“And I treated you unfairly and-”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Will you let me finish?”

Merlin sat back, a smug grin on his face. “Sorry. Continue.”

Arthur took a deep breath. “As I was saying. I acted like a right twat, and I’m not surprised you were upset with me. I deserved it. And, I hope we can still be friends.” He made a face. “If we were even friends to start with.”

Merlin couldn't help but soften. Arthur legitimately sounded sorry, and Merlin was never one to hold a real grudge. “Fine. We can be friends.”

Arthur smiled at him, bright and beautiful, and Merlin couldn't help but fall a little more in love with that smile.

“Now either shut up or help me, because I can't study by myself.” Merlin said, causing Arthur to laugh in an only slightly derisive way.

Improvement, I suppose.

“Only because I’m your tutor.”


It was nearing the end of the impromptu tutoring session that Arthur remembered.

”And maybe just try telling him how you feel.”

Should he really bother risking their newly forged friendship over a stupid crush?

No, that would be ridiculous.

Wouldn’t it?

Oh, damn it all to hell.

As Arthur stood to leave, he tossed a smile over his shoulder. “Oh, and Merlin?”

“Mm?” Merlin didn't look up from the textbook.

“I love you.” And Arthur ran for it.


Chapter Text

”I love you”

“I love you”

“I love you”

The words echoed in Merlin's brain as he stared where Arthur had stood, ignoring the looks he was receiving from other students.

Arthur...loved him?

”I think I may love you, Merlin.”


It was winter, and Arthur's room was lit by a fire, the dull light playing off of the masculine structure of his face and making him look that much more intimidating.

“You heard me, Merlin.”

Merlin stared in awe at his king, his friend, processing the words he had just said. “ me?”

“Yes, you idiot. And it’s something I should have myself beheaded for.”

“No, sire!” Merlin exclaimed, earning himself a look from Arthur. Right, no interrupting the king.

“I said, should, not will.”

A small silence passed before Merlin spoke up.

“Sire...I love you as well. Surely you must know that.”

Arthur smiled, before turning away. “Of course I do. Now run me a hot bath, it's freezing in here.”

Merlin shook his head as to physically get rid of the memory, staring at the spot Arthur had occupied once more. He could never know. He could never know they had done this dance before. Could never know who he was and still is.

Merlin stood, gathering his books and walking out of the library.

Maybe the story wouldn’t end the same way as it did those hundreds of years ago.


Arthur sprinted through the halls, desperate to get as far away from Merlin as possible before he could process what he had said.

Stupid, stupid.

Why on Earth had he confessed? What possibly could have possessed him to think that was a good idea?

Morgana had gotten into his head, had twisted him into thinking maybe Merlin loved him too, but Arthur didn’t want to face the truth anytime soon.

So for now, he would run.

Run and not look back.

“Woah woah woah princess, what's got you in such a rush?”

Oh no.


“Move.” Arthur said instead of answering, trying to push past him. Gwaine continues blocking the way.

“Not until you tell me what you're running from.”

“I don't have time for this Gwaine, move!” Arthur finally shoved past Gwaine, continuing his mad sprint down the hall while Gwaine looked on in bemusement.

Guinevere and Morgana approached Gwaine cautiously. “Did he tell you anything?”

“No.” He answered. “But I’ll bet anything he’s running away from Merlin.”


Chapter Text

Arthur ran the rest of the way home.

Heart racing, legs pumping, lungs burning, adrenaline thrumming through his veins. Breath heavy, head pounding, sweat dripping down his back.

The neighborhood went past in a blur, his bag heavy on his back, and his thoughts raced faster than he could outrun them.

Stupid, stupid, stupid

Merlin didn't like him back, of course he didn't, much less love him back. How could Arthur just ruin the possibility of a real friendship there? Why did he let his stupid sister talk him into confessing?

God, this was such bullshit.

He kept running.


Merlin tried to keep studying at home, he really did, but he couldn't help but keep thinking about what had just happened.

Couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if Merlin had said “I love you too”.

Eventually he gave up on studying, packing up his books, wondering to himself if there was any chance of finding Arthur at school tomorrow. The blonde would probably be trying his best to avoid him, but Merlin always was good at finding people. And he could rope Morgana into helping, which was convenient.


Texting. He could text Arthur.

Merlin almost fell off the bed himself scrambling to get to his phone. Grabbing it, he typed out a quick message.

We need to talk.


Arthur stared at his phone, four words glaring at him from the screen. He started to put his phone away, electing to ignore it, when another message came through.

I realized how ominous that sounded, whoops. Text me?

Biting his lip, Arthur began staring at the phone once more. Should he text back? Or was Merlin just trying to ridicule him? No, Merlin wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

Biting harder, he slowly typed out a response.


Merlin grinned widely as Arthur responded, only for the grin to wilt as he actually read the message.

And if I don’t want to talk?

Merlin replied.

I’ll get Morgana to make you.


Arthur groaned, flopping back onto his bed as he read Merlin's response. Of course Morgana would help Merlin.

Fine. Library at lunch. I’m not having this conversation over the phone.



Merlin hit send and beamed, nearly dropping his phone in excitement.

Tomorrow he’d tell Arthur he loved him.

Tomorrow, all would be well.

And this time? No one could take that away from Merlin. No, not this time.

Chapter Text

Arthur sat down at the table Merlin was occupying, face carefully blank and eyes cautious. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah.” Merlin said, leaning back in his chair. He knew how this would go. “You love me?”

Arthur stiffened, spine straightening and hands folding in front of him. “Perhaps.”

“You said it yourself.”

“And now I’m saying perhaps, what’s your point, Merlin?”

Merlin smiled. “You can calm down Arthur, I’m not here to hurt you.”

Arthur didn't calm down. Merlin continued.

“I’m here to tell you I love you too, you great oaf.”




“I love you too.” Merlin said slowly, annunciating each word as though Arthur were a dunce. The blonde gave him a withering look.

“If this is some sort of joke, Merlin-”

“No! No, I would never!”

Arthur gave him a searching look, and Merlin did his best to show that he really did love Arthur back. Eventually, Arthur nodded. “Ok.”

“Ok?” Ok what? Merlin hadn't asked anything.

“Ok I’ll date you.” Arthur smirked.

“I never asked, you prick.”

“Ah, but you want it.”

“And if I don't?”

“You do.”

“Alright, I do.” Merlin laughed, almost giddy from relief. This never would have happened in Camelot, where they both would have been strung up. But now? Now, they were free to do anything.

“You’re happy.” Arthur observed, grinning himself.

“I’m dating Arthur Pendragon, of course I’m happy.” Merlin responded, deeming it unnecessary to explain exactly what was happening in his head.

It’s not like Arthur would believe him anyway.

I mean, who would believe anyone who claimed to be a centuries old sorcerer? Especially when that same someone claimed you were a long lost king of Albion.

It would be a lot to take in, for sure.

Lost in thought, Merlin almost didn't notice Arthur snapping his finger in front of his face, a concerned expression set in his handsome features.

“You still with me, Merlin?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” Merlin snapped back into reality, offering a reassuring grin.

The two stayed together in the library until the bell rang, ignoring the other students beginning to whisper around them.

Arthur Pendragon is gay?

And for the weird new kid?

I never would've thought…


Arthur was on cloud nine throughout the day.

The boy who loved loved him back. All was good.

But he couldn't help those thoughts, the little voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like his father.

This is wrong.

This is wrong.

This is wrong.

He shook it off, focusing back on the lesson.

His father would never find out about Merlin. It would be fine.

Chapter Text

Uther Pendragon was a proud man. He ran his own business; he had a lovely son and daughter; why wouldn’t he be proud?

Which was why he was so invested in making sure this children were brought up properly. They got good grades, joined extracurriculars, and were social. Arthur dated a few girls, Morgana dated a few boys, they were a perfectly normal family.

Uther wanted it to stay perfectly normal.

Therefore, it would. No matter the cost.


Arthur frowned as he neared his house

His father's car was in the driveway.

Uther was a creature of habit, and he never got home before seven. So Arthur was immediately on edge.

He walked inside to see his father sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper, perfectly nonchalant. Arthur relaxed minutely, not detecting an immediate threat.

“Father.” He greeted.

Uther looked up from his paper, smiling as he saw Arthur standing in the doorway. “Hello son.”

“Not to be rude, but why are you here? You’re never home this early.” Sue him, Arthur was suspicious. His father never did anything without reason.

Uther raised his eyebrows. “Can’t a man want to spend time with his children? Sit.” It was not a request.

Arthur sat.

Uther leaned back in his chair. “How’s school going?”

“Well, thank you.” Arthur said, still tensed.

“Got a girlfriend?”

“No, not yet.”

“Really? Handsome boy like you, shouldn't be hard.”

“I’m not really interested in finding a girlfriend now, father.”

Uther looked up from his paper, raising an eyebrow. “Careful how you say that, Arthur. People may get the wrong idea.”

Arthur knew what that meant.

People may think you’re gay.

Did Uther know?

“Don’t be ridiculous, father.” Arthur scoffed, hoping Uther didn't call his bluff. “No one would think that of me.”

“You do hang out with, what was his name, Griffith? Gabriel?”

“Gwaine.” Arthur gritted his teeth. He didn't like where this was going.

“Yes, him.” Uther folded his paper and leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. “You really shouldn't be hanging out with that sort, Arthur.”

“He's a valuable member of the team.”

“Well, the second he isn't…”

Arthur nodded. “Of course.”

Uther smiled, pleased with his sons compliance. “You better go get started on your homework. Wouldn't want your grades to slip, would we?”

Arthur shook his head and headed up to his room, inwardly cursing his father to hell and back.

Uther could never find out about Merlin, or else...

Arthur would be dead before he hit the ground.

Chapter Text

Uther came home early the next day as well.

And the next day.

And the next day.

Arthur was getting paranoid. Surely, there was a reason for his fathers new routine. Surely, Uther knew something. Had Morgana told? No, she was too eager to get Merlin and Arthur together, she wouldn’t sabotage that.

So what was it?


Something was wrong with Arthur.

Merlin frowned as he watched his boyfriend stare at his phone, blue eyes unfocused and expression carefully blank.

Something was most definitely wrong.

“Arthur?” Merlin asked carefully. “You alright?”

“Fine.” Arthur murmured, eyes still glued to his phone.

I think Dad knows. He’s been asking me weird questions. Be careful. the text from Morgana read.

Arthur felt fear curling up in his stomach, real fear he hadn’t felt in years.

He was a dead man walking.


By the time Arthur got home that afternoon, dread had fully built up in his stomach, and his mind was swirling with “what if”s.

What if he disowns me?

What if he beats me?

What if he literally murders me in cold blood?

Some were more likely than others.

Arthur gathered up his courage and walked into the house with a calm expression.

It was time to face the heat.

Uther was sitting there, as what was quickly becoming the usual, with a newspaper in hand. He looked up when Arthur came in, smiling his ‘I-know-something-you-don’t’ smile.

“Hello Arthur. How was school?”

Arthur gulped.

“Good.” He said slowly. “I don’t have much homework.”

“So you can talk for a bit! Sit, sit.”

Arthur sat, mentally hitting himself for giving away his only free pass from the conversation.

“So, Arthur, I’ve noticed something recently.”

“Oh?” Arthur responded, trying not to give anything away with his face or motions.

“Yes.” Uther continued. “You’re happier, daresay the happiest you’ve been since your mother died.”

Arthur's fists clenched under the table at the memory. That was when his father had went from loving to manipulative, warm to cold. “I suppose I’m just finally enjoying my life, Father.”

“Arthur, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Uther asked, waiting until Arthur nodded to continue. “Good, now go do your homework.”

Arthur practically ran to his room.


Merlin, we need to talk tomorrow. It's about my father.

What about your father?

It's...a bit of a long story. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Lunch, library?

I’ll be there. Love you Arthur.

Love you too.

Chapter Text

Merlin and Arthur sat at their usual table in the library, Arthur looking nervous and Merlin confused.

They sat in silence for a few moments. “You wanted to talk?” Merlin eventually prompted, and Arthur nodded.

“Yeah, um…” He took a breath. “My father...he’s an arse.”

Merlin's concern was quickly replaced with mild amusement. “Is that all you needed to tell me?”

“Shut up Merlin. Look, long story short, he’s a homophobic twat and I’m pretty sure he knows about you and I’m freaking out a little because he can and will kill me.” Arthur rushed out, desperate to get the words out.

Concern was back upon Merlin's face. Back in Camelot, Uther had been a problem, yes, but never one that Arthur genuinely feared. If this version of Arthur was scared of Uther…

Well, Merlin was officially terrified.

“I’m sorry.” Merlin eventually said, softly.

Arthur merely shrugged in response.

They sat in silence for the rest of lunch, hands intertwined.


Merlin gnawed at his lip, thinking over what he had heard instead of paying attention in math.

If Uther was as bad as Arthur was saying, that was seriously bad news for Merlin. That meant Uther would be a desperate man, desperate to find Merlin and get him the hell away from his son.

And if he found out about Merlin's magic?

Forget executed, Merlin would be sent to a government facility faster than he could whisper a spell.


Arthur watched Merlin from his seat next to him, brow furrowed. What was going on in his boyfriend's mind? Merlin looked more concerned than Arthur had ever seen him.

Was Merlin considering breaking up with him? Was the baggage too much? Was Arthur about to lose the only thing he even cared about anymore?

Arthur shook his head mentally. No, Merlin wasn’t like that. He was stubborn, and loving, and kind.

But the doubt was still creeping at the back of Arthur’s mind, too insistent to ignore.

Damn it all.


Uther Pendragon wasn’t stupid. No, he was far from it. So he knew Arthur was hiding something from him.

It was only a matter of time before the boy spilled, but Uther was not a patient man.

So, he did what any parent in his situation would have done.

He asked Morgana.

“What do you mean, Arthurs acting weird? I haven't noticed anything.” Morgana said innocently, spinning around on her desk chair to face her father. “He's been just as much of a prat as usual.”

“Morgana, mind your brother.” Uther sifghed. This had been a terrible idea.

Morgana shrugged before turning back to her homework. “Besides, what's so bad about Arthur being happy? Maybe he’ll start being nicer for it.” There was an odd glint in her eye, one she was careful to hide from her prying father.

“Well, if he tells you anything, let me know.”

“Of course, Father.”

Uther left the room, completely unsatisfied.

He had nothing.

Chapter Text

Now, Uther Pendragon was nothing if not a persistent man.

Every day he’d press and pry for answers, both from Morgana and Arthur, almost desperate to know what was changing his son's life.

Yet, he got nothing.

It was enough to make any man desperate.


Arthur, meanwhile, was finally calming down.

Uther hadn’t found anything, Morgana had promised to keep her mouth shut, and Merlin was wonderful as usual.

Everything was well.

That is, until Arthur got home from school that day.


When Arthur walked through the door, Uther was upon him in an instant.

“Phone. Now.” He demanded, hand held out.

Arthur gaped at him. “What?”

“Phone. Unlocked, if you will.”

Arthur panicked. His texts with Merlin where on that phone. His life was on that phone. “Why?”

Uther regarded him coldly. “I have reason to believe you’re hiding something from me. As your father, it is my place to find out what. So hand me your phone.”

What could Arthur do?

Slowly, he took his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and hesitating.

“Go on.” Uther said.

Arthur handed him the phone.

Uther smiled at him, a cruel, victorious smile, before eyeing the phone. He tapped on the screen a few times, reading through messages and searching through pictures.

Arthur prayed to whatever god was listening that Uther would show him mercy when he found out about Merlin.

The, Uther’s eyes widened.

Arthur winced, knowing what was about to come.

“Who is this...Merlin?” Uther asked. His voice was low, dangerous, suggesting things Arthur didn't even wish to think about.

Arthur gulped, not saying anything.

Uther glared at him. “Arthur. Who. Is. Merlin?”

“ friend.” Arthur said carefully. Hopefully Uther wasn’t reading what Arthur thought he was reading.

“Oh really?” Uther looked back at the phone, reading the text messages aloud. “ ‘I can’t wait to see you, love. I miss you.’ “ He eyed Arthur. “That sounds more than friendly.”

“I swear, he’s just a-”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Pain blossomed from Arthur's cheek where Uther struck him, sending his head flying to the side as his hand came up to cup his face carefully. He looked at his father with fear. Uther had never hit him before…

Uther regarded him with emotionless eyes. “Are you a fag, Arthur?”

Arthur didn’t say anything.

Uther raised his hand again, making Arthur flinch back against the door. “I said, are you a damned fag?”

“Yes…” Arthur said quietly, not daring to look at the other.

Uther stepped back, silent for a moment. Then, “You won’t be getting your phone back. And I want you to stay away from Merlin.”

Arthurs heart grew cold. Stay away from Merlin?

“Do you hear me Arthur?”

Fear still strong in his stomach, Arthur nodded. “Yes Father.”

Chapter Text

Something was wrong.

All of Merlin’s senses were screaming it.

First off, Arthur hadn’t texted him all night. At all. No goodnight text, no random texts, radio silence. Then, the next day at school, Arthur seemed to be avoiding Merlin, wasn’t even in math, and went so far as to not sit with the rugby players during lunch.

It was definitely weird.

So Merlin went up to the rugby table during lunch. “Have you lot seen Arthur? I haven't heard from him since school yesterday.” He asked, brow furrowed. “I’m getting a bit worried.”

Leon frowned. “He’s not with you?” Merlin shook his head, deflating. Then Gwaine piped up.

“I saw him earlier in class.” He said, unusually serious. “Had one hell of a bruise on his face. If you do find him, ask if he’s alright, yeah?” The rest of the team murmured in agreement.

“If I find him..” Merlin said quietly.


Arthur was in hell.

He was hiding from Merlin, the rugby team, everyone basically. He was even avoiding Morgana, seeing as she had no idea what had happened the previous afternoon.

It was the worst he’s felt since his mother died.



Arthur ducked down the hallway, slouching to hide his head in the crowd as Gwaine called this name. He pushed through until he made it to his classroom, looking around to make sure Gwaine had not followed him before slipping inside.

He mentally winced as one girl openly gawked at the bruise on his cheek, willing her to look away so he could be left in peace. Taking his seat, he sent a quick prayer to a god he didn't believe in that he could just get through today.

Maybe tomorrow would be easier.


Tomorrow wasn’t easier.

Arthur walked slowly into his math class, knowing he couldn’t afford to miss another day. His father had hit him again after receiving a call that Arthur had missed class-it appeared his anger at Arthur would only grow worse with each mistake he made. Now he had bruised ribs in addition to his cheek.

“Arthur!” Merlins worried face entered his vision. Arthur barely avoided reeling back. “Where have you been? Are you alright? What happened to your face? Is everything okay? Do you need-”

“I’m fine, Merlin.” Arthur said quietly, pushing past him to get to his seat.

Merlin stared after him. Arthur had not used that tone with him since before they were dating...he sounded detached.

Merlin sat down next to the blonde, silent. Arthur steadily ignored him. On the inside, Arthurs head was spinning with his father's words, his father’s order to stay away from Merlin.

He had to stay away from Merlin.

Lunch wasn’t exactly a picnic either. The rugby boys all bombarded him with questions, not taking his short “I fell” as an acceptable answer. Gwaine in particular was very vocal on how worried Merlin was, and why hadn't Arthur answered his phone? Arthur merely ate his lunch in silence, ignoring the other boys until they finally quieted, shooting each other uneasy looks over his bent head.

What was going on with Arthur?

Chapter Text

It had been exactly one week since Arthur had stopped talking to him.

Now, Merlin liked to think of himself as patient. When you’ve been alive as long as he has, you learn to be. But this was eating him alive.

Everyday Arthur was showing up, he was quiet and sullen, and looked to even be in physical pain. The bruise on his cheek was fading, but Merlin was guessing that if he looked, there would be more under his shirt.

Something was beyond wrong with this whole situation.

So, Merlin did the only thing he could think to do.

He went to Morgana.


“He’s avoiding you?” Morgana frowned. “Come to think of it, I haven’t really seen him this past week either.”

“The rugby team has rarely seen him either.” Merlin said. “And he showed up with this nasty bruise on his face, and I’m sure there are more if I checked.”

Morgana’s frown deepened. “Do you think it’s possible the team was harassing him?”

“No.” Merlin shook his head. “They’re all as worried as I am.”

Morgana sat for a moment in silence, clearly deep in thought, before her eyes widened. “Oh no…” She breathed.


She bit her lip, eyeing Merlin warily. “You can’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you.” Merlin promised, and Morgana sighed. “Our father...Uther. He’s a traditionalist. Women and men belong together, all that shit. He’s been suspicious lately of Arthur hiding something, and if he found out…” She looked away. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised to figure out he’s the one who put those bruises on Arthur. He’s never hit either of us before, but he hasn’t been right since Arthur’s mother died. I could never stand up to him fully, and Arthur fell all too easily under his control. Hell, it’s a miracle he even realized he loved you under all the hate Uther taught him.” It sounded as though Morgana was about to cry, something that scared the crap out of Merlin. He had never seen the generally cold girl show this much emotion.

“I’ll help him.” He offered softly, and Morgana let out a wet laugh.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” She said, slightly bitter.

“I will.”


Arthur was in hell. The rugby team had been questioning him non stop for the past week, and he hadn’t been able to talk to Merlin or Morgana for fear of them realizing what happened or fear of Uther hurting him more.

God, he was such a coward.

But in a way, he knew he was also protecting them. If Uther knew Morgana had helped Arthur hide his relationship, or even met Merlin, there was no telling what he would do.

This was terrible.

Arthur suddenly felt himself being yanked into an older, abandoned classroom, before he was pinned to the wall by an extremely angry looking Merlin. “Talk. Now.”

“Let me go.” Arthur said lowly. Those were the first words he had said to Merlin in a week, and he felt worse as Merlins stern expression flickered into something hurt. It only lasted for a few seconds until the stern expression was back.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me exactly what your father did to you.”

Arthur’s eyes widened. “How...Morgana told you.” It wasn’t a question. Merlin nodded.

“She did. And if you bloody let me, I can help you.”

Arthur took one look at the earnest expression on Merlins face and felt his heart break. He couldn’t let Merlin get dragged into this. He couldn’t let this beautiful boy get hurt.

“I…” Arthur took a deep breath. “I think we should break up.”



“I’m not letting you break up with me for your father's sake. If it were really what you wanted, I would leave. But it isn't, is it?”

Arthur couldn’t lie to him. He shook his head.

Merlin looked slightly smug. “Now, are you going to let me help you or am I going to have to do it behind your back?”

Arthur hesitated, before finally giving in. Merlin was too stubborn to deny. “Fine.”

Chapter Text

“So how exactly are you planning on helping me?” Arthur asked, one eyebrow raised.

Merlin hesitated. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll just use my magic. I’m a centuries old wizard. Ya know, the original Merlin? Oh, and, can’t forget, you’re the original King Arthur! Fantastic, am I right?

Yeah, that would go over well.

“I have an idea.” He said vaguely, ignoring Arthur’s irritated look at being denied information. Merlin sighed inwardly. He’d have to tell Arthur the truth eventually.


Merlin was acting weird.

First off was he hid his eyes whenever Arthur mentioned Uther, and once Arthur could’ve sworn they turned a strange golden color. He wouldn’t tell Arthur his plan, instead changing the topic whenever it came up.

On top of everything else, he kept staring off into space, um, more than usual, that is.

Arthurs normal confidence had dwindled since the incidents with Uther started, and he found himself doubting their relationship. Was Merlin going to break up with him? Was this finally going to be his breaking point? Or was he hiding something? Cheating, perhaps? Arthurs mind spun with all the possibilities, each less likely than the one before.

So, he did what he did best.

He tackled the problem head on.


“What aren’t you telling me?” Arthur demanded, completely out of the blue.


They were sitting in the library, going over the math homework for the third time. It was peaceful, and quiet, but Arthur seemed off the whole time, like he was trying to figure something out. Merlin was dozing off as usual when Arthur had asked his question.

Arthur repeated himself. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Merlin said slowly, carefully. Arthur always had said he was an awful liar, both in past and present.

“You’re hiding something.” Arthur narrowed his eyes.

“No I’m not!” Merlin closed his eyes, cursing as his voice cracked and gave him away. He opened his eyes slowly.  Arthur leaned forward over the table, a glint in his eyes both victorious and nervous.

“What is it, Merlin?”

Merlin couldn’t tell him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“I would.” Arthur said earnestly, and god Merlin wanted to tell him, but Arthur would panic, or worse.

“I can’t.”

“Are...are you cheating on me?” The blonde said, attempting to sound unbothered and failing miserably.

Merlins eyes widened. “Gods, no!”

Arthur was started to get visibly angry now, his face reddening and blue eyes growing dark. “Then what is so bloody awful that you can’t tell me?”

“I…” Merlin couldn’t continue.

“Fine.” Arthur said. “Fine.” He repeated and stood, gathering his things. “Then fuck off until you can tell me.”


“Fuck. Off.” Arthur said clearly, over-enunciating each word. Merlin could only stare at him as he turned and left the library, spine straight and stiff.

Merlin had only one thought.

How the hell was he going to tell Arthur Pendragon about magic?

Chapter Text

Once again, Arthur was avoiding Merlin. And it sucked just as much as it did the last time.

At least this time it was for a decent reason.

What the hell was so awful that Merlin couldn’t tell him? The other boy said he wasn’t cheating, and Arthur didn’t know what else Merlin could’ve been hiding. Drugs? Scars? No, Merlin wasn’t like that…

Was he?


Merlin, meanwhile, was considering moving to another country.

Ok, so maybe he was being a /bit/ dramatic. But what the hell was he supposed to do? Arthur wouldn’t believe him if he told the truth; if he kept lying, Arthur would break up with him.

So what now?

Merlin buried his head in his hands, carding his fingers through his thoroughly mussed hair in frustration.

Gods, this was turning out to be terrible.

He took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm his racing mind, mentally going over the facts.

Arthur knew he was hiding something.

Arthur didn’t trust him anymore.

Arthur was most definitely the reincarnation of Merlins past king.

Arthur didn’t know any of this.

Merlin sighed. Why did everything in his life have to be difficult? Couldn’t he just have a happy ending for once?


Arthur was dying. And there was nothing Merlin could do to stop it. No spells, no potions, no anything.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was in time.” Merlin said, staring into Arthur's eyes as the blonde held his shoulder for support. He couldn’t do this, not without telling Arthur the truth.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Merlin hesitated, holding carefully onto Arthur as he contemplated his next words. “I did everything...the dragon. But I knew it was Mordred I must stop.” Arthur looked lost.

Then the blonde smiled. “We defeated them. The sorcerer…” He paused as Merlins next breaths came out shaky, tears forming in his eyes.

“That was me.” Arthurs smile fell from his face as Merlin spoke.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Merlin.” He said, sounding awfully self-assured for a dying man. He then frowned as Merlin continued to choke back tears. “That’s stupid, what-why would you say that?”

“I’m…” Merlin hung his head, tears threatening to spill. Arthur looked at him, expression confused and horrified all at once as Merlin spoke. “I’m a sorcerer.” Arthur stared at him blankly. Merlin continued. “I have magic.” He was outright crying now as he confessed, as Arthur stared at him. “And I use it for you, Arthur, only for you.”

“Merlin, you are not a sorcerer.” Arthur said firmly, still gripping his shoulder. “I would know.”

“Look, yeah?” Merlin said, managing to stop crying long enough to hold his hand out the the burning fire and whisper a spell, causing a dragon to form in the flames, beating its wings. He turned back to Arthur, who was now staring blankly at the fire.

Arthur paused, looking away from Merlin, refusing to make eye contact. “Leave me.” He said quietly.

“Arthur-” Merlin began.

“Don’t, just, you heard.” Arthur interrupted, brushing Merlins hands off of him. The blonde quickly groaned in pain as he tried to shift, but remained defiant, not looking anywhere near Merlin.

Merlins heart broke.


Merlin shook his head, wiping away the tears that had formed in his eyes from the memory.

He wouldn’t, couldn’t let that happen again, couldn’t let Arthur turn him away again.

Not this time.

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Merlin had a plan.

It wasn’t a big plan, nor a good one.

But it was a plan.

A plan to tell Arthur everything, everything he deserved to know.

Merlin sighed, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.

Things were about to get interesting.


Arthur was walking through the halls, a metaphorical storm cloud hanging low over his head, when he was suddenly yanked into a classroom by none other than his...



Arthur grimaced. He supposed it didn’t matter. He looked around the classroom to avoid eye contact with Merlin, vaguely noting that it was the same one the other boy had pulled him into to discuss his father a few days ago.

It took a few minutes of silence before Arthur found the courage to speak up. “Are you finally going to tell me something, Merlin?” Arthur said in a purposefully monotonous voice, still avoiding eye contact. “Or are we just going to stand here?”

“Look at me.”

Arthur didn’t.

“Arthur, please.” And damn him, Merlin sounded so broken, and when Arthur finally turned to look at him he saw those blue eyes were bloodshot and tired. “Thank you.”

Arthur didn’t reply.

Merlin took a deep breath. “Arthur…” He started, grimacing visibly when his voice broke. “I need to tell you something. It’s going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Or at least, don’t hate me.”

Arthur eyed him suspiciously, still too stubborn to speak. Was this is? Was this going to be Merlin’s big secret?

“I…” Merlin paused, seeming to have to gather himself before continuing. “I have magic.”

Arthur stared at him in complete silence for a solid minute. “Are you shitting me, Merlin?”

The other boy drew back. “What?”

“You keep whatever secret from me for this entire time, if there even is one, then don’t even have the decency to tell me the bloody truth?” Arthur was getting angry now, hands curling into fists, his eyes harsh and cold. “You have to make this dumb shit up?”

Merlin narrowed his eyes, and Arthur could’ve sworn they flashed gold in the dim lighting. “I’m not making this up.”

“Oh, sure.” Arthur snorted. “And I’m the bloody king of Camelot.”

Merlins eyes widened, and he seemed almost pained. “You really are, Arthur. Or at least, a reincarnation of him.”

“What the hell are you on about?”

“You think it’s a coincidence my name is Merlin? I am Merlin, you clotpole! Merlin! Emrys! The most powerful sorcerer to ever live!” Merlins face was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears, looking like he wanted nothing more than Arthur to believe him. “I’ve been waiting, so, so long for this...for you. And now you don’t even believe me.” Merlin threw his hands up in frustration, narrowly missing Arthur's face.

Arthur stared at him, gears turning in his head. Either Merlin was telling the truth, or… ”You’re completely insane.”

“Oh my gods.”  Arthur tried to get to the door, but Merlin blocked the way, blue eyes pleading and wide. “You have to believe me Arthur, I-I can prove it!” He looked half manic in desperation, and Arthur couldn’t help but entertain the thought that maybe his boyfriend had actually lost it. But he had to give him a chance...

“Fine.” Arthur said, already regretting his next words. “Prove it.”

Merlin nodded, determination coating his features as he reached towards the empty air of the classroom, whispering words Arthur couldn’t understand under his breath, eyes glowing golden. Slowly, a golden dragon appeared in the air, beating his wings languidly, as though he didn't have a care in the world. Arthur watched with wide eyes as it disappeared once more, and Merlin put his arm down.

“Do you believe me now?”

Arthur blinked, before he abruptly fainted.

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When Arthur woke up, it was in the same classroom they were in before, Merlin kneeling over him with a worried expression and a hand cradling Arthurs cheek. “Merlin…” The blonde breathed, not sure how to feel.

His boyfriend...was magical. The original Merlin. The one from the storybooks. Camelot was real. Magic was real. Arthur was the original Arthur Pendragon.

What the hell was his life?

“You weren’t lying.” He laughed weakly, and Merlins face broke into a blinding smile.

“So you believe me?”

“Well, I kinda have to, don’t I?” Arthur replied, nodding towards the dragon that was still floating mid-air. Merlin smiled sheepishly and made it vanish. “So...I’m a reincarnation of a king?”

Merlin giggled. “Of course thats what youre focusing on. But yes, you are.”

Arthur shook his head disbelievingly. This was insane.

“I can show you.” Merlin said, biting his lip. “Your own memories, I mean. But it’s going to hurt something awful to put them back into your head.”

“But would it be worth it?”

“I can’t say.”

The two stared at each other in silence for awhile. “Merlin, how long have you been waiting for me?”

“Oh, Arthur…” Merlins eyes were filling with tears again. “Far, far too long.”

Arthurs face shifted to pure determination, a glint in his eye. “Do it.”


“I want to remember you, properly. Do it.”

Merlin smiled. Arthur was just as stubborn as he had been before. “You realize we’re still in school, right?”

Arthur waved him off. “I’m already missing class. And this is far more important.” He sat back expectantly and closed his eyes, as if to prepare.

Merlin shrugged. Couldn’t argue with that logic.

He carefully placed his hands on either side of Arthur's head, muttering “This is going to hurt.” before he whispered the incantation and his eyes glowed a harsh gold. “ Redire aliquando ad memoriam perdidi.”

Arthur's eyes burst open as magic coursed through him, burning the same gold as Merlins, body twitching minutely and mouth hanging open.


Running around Camelot as a child, sword at his belt and laughing freely.


Him and Morgana being scolded as children by Uther, wearing a crown and a severe expression.


Being given his first proper crown at age 13, standing before a court and trying his best to remain serious.


Being hardened by age and training ever since he was young.


Watching sorcerers of every age being forced to endure decapitation, young and old alike.


Bullying servants, laughing with the knights.


“I could take you apart with one blow.”

“I could take you apart with less than that.”


A scraggly young man with big ears and a scarf becoming his manservant.


Blue eyes swimming frantically in his dreams.


Confessing his love to Merlin in the only way he knew how.


Countless adventures with Merlin at his side.


Learning Merlin was a sorcerer, rejecting him.


Dying in his arms.




Arthur's eyes slowly faded back to their normal blue, finding Merlins desperately.

“Merlin…” He whispered.

Merlin beamed back at him.

“Hello Arthur.”

Chapter Text

Okay, so having two sets of memories in his head was weird.

On one hand, there was Arthur Pendragon, the teenage rugby player with a simple life and few secrets. On the other, there was Arthur Pendragon, the king who went on adventures and slayed dragons with his sorcerer of a lover.

It was a mess up there, truly.

Arthur was so focused on sorting through his new memories that he barely noticed the rest of the day go by, classes and lunch blurring together, not truly being there until the final bell rang and dread gathered in his stomach as he remembered what he had to go home to.


Uther was all too similar to what Arthur remembered from Camelot, he came to realize. Cold, uncaring, manipulative.

Arthur almost considered asking Leon if he could go to his house, but decided against prolonging the inevitable and started the long walk home.


“Hello Arthur.” Uther said, deceptively calm with his cup of tea, as Arthur walked into the house.

“Father.” He greeted. He tried to make his way to his room, but was stopped by a strong hand on his arm.

Arthur turned to meet Uther’s cold eyes. “Sit, boy.”

He sat.

“Now…” Uther started, tracing the rim of his cup with one finger. “How’s school going?”

“It’s going well, Father.” Arthur responded carefully.

“Not missing class, are we?”

“No, Father.”

“And we aren’t seeing this Merlin?”

“Of course not, Father.” Arthur’s voice wavered slightly, causing his to inwardly curse. Uther, of course, picked up on this, and his thin lips curled into a cruel smirk.

“What’s wrong, Arthur?” He leaned forward. “Are you scared?”

Arthur knew this was a trick question. If he said no, he was a liar. If he said yes, he was weak. So he sat in silence.

Uther glared. “Answer me, boy.”

“Yes, Father.”

Uther stood, coming around the table so he was looming over Arthur, leaning over him like something out of a nightmare. “You’re weak. Pathetic. A disgrace.” He snarled, spit flying from his mouth and hitting Arthur square in the face. Arthur looked down at his feet, wishing nothing more than to leave. “Look at me when I talk to you!” Uther smacked the back of his head, hard, and Arthur’s face met the table with a resounding bang. He could only pray Morgana wasn’t home to hear it. He looked up to meet his father’s eyes, defiance burning in his own. Uther smirked once more. “Oh, well isn’t that something.” He purred, before abruptly walking out of the door.

Arthur was left confused and with a bleeding nose, but didn’t take the opportunity for granted. He grabbed his bag and ran out the front door, not entirely sure where he was going other than not here.


Gwaine was in his kitchen when he heard a frantic knock on his front door. Confused, he went to go open it, only to find Arthur standing there with only his backpack and a furiously bleeding nose, an awkward smile on his face.

“Hey mate.” The blonde said. “I need a place to stay for awhile, and I don’t know where Merlin lives. Mind if I come in?”

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Gwaine wordlessly opened the door wider, allowing Arthurs entrance.

“Ta, mate.” Arthur thanked him and dumped his bag on the couch, wiping blood from his nose and grimacing. “Uh, where’s your bathroom?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me what the hell is going on.” And damn was Gwaine proud for his voice not shaking.

Arthur winced. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

The blonde sighed, and gestured for Gwaine to sit. Gwaine did so, and Arthur sat beside him, both boys attempting to ignore the blood now getting on the couch.

“Well…” Arthur hesitated. Gwaine gestured for him to go on. “First of all, I owe you an apology.”

Gwaine’s eyebrows shot up. That wasn’t what he expected from the normally stuck-up blonde.

Arthur continued. “I’ve been avoiding you lot, and it’s not anything you did. Truth is…”Here he hesitated again. “Truth is, I’ve been avoiding you so you wouldn’t find out that…that my father has been...well, it’s better if I just showed you.” Watching Gwaine’s face for his reaction, Arthur cautiously lifted his shirt, showing off a massive mottled bruise blooming across his ribcage in purples and yellows. “He did my nose too.”

“My god…” Gwaine breathed, hesitantly reaching out to trace the bruise. “Your father did this to you?”

Arthur looked ashamed. “Yeah.”

Gwaine paused, before slowly offering his stance. “It’s not your fault, you know. You’re not weak or anything.”

“Thanks mate, but I let my father beat on me for this long. That’s kinda pathetic. And now I’m running from it.” Arthur laughed hollowly.

“Doesn’t mean you’re weak!” Gwaine shot back, anger rising in him at the thought that anyone could make such a confident person feel this low. “You’re strong as hell Arthur, and you know if Merlin were here he’d say the same. Being scared doesn’t mean you’re weak, it means you’re smart. Now shut up and let me clean you up, yeah?”

Arthur blinked, obviously taken aback at the passion in Gwaine’s argument. “Uh...yeah. Ok. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Gwaine said over his shoulder as he stood to go get the first aid kit. “Just consider yourself lucky you’re alive.” He added, more to himself than to Arthur.

But Arthur heard. And god, he knew that if Uther found him, that wouldn’t be the case.


Father is going to kill me.

Oh god, I’m dead.

What if he hurts Morgana because of me?

What if he finds me?

What if he finds Merlin?

When Gwaine came back with the first aid kit, he found Arthur shaking, tears streaming down his face, in complete silence.

“Oh Christ.” He uttered, swooping in the pull Arthur into a hug. Arthur struggled at first to get away, before relaxing, clinging to Gwaine like a child as he cried into his shoulder.

“He-he’s going to kill me.” Arthur forced out between hyperventilated breaths.

“Nah,” Gwaine responded. “The whole team, and more importantly Merlin, we all got your back. The only way he’s touching you is if he wants to kill that many people.”
Arthur quickly pushed back from Gwaine, a severe expression on his face. “The team /can not/ find out about this. Especially the,” he pulled a face “crying part.”

“Mate, we can help. Leon's dad is a lawyer, yeah? We can get your dad sent to prison!”

“But what would happen to me and Morgana?”

Gwaine paused, thinking for a moment. “Arthur, how old are you? And how old is Morgana?”

Arthur looked confused. “I’m seventeen, Morgana is eighteen. Why…” His eyes lit up. “She can gain custody of me.” His face split into a wild grin. “We...we can actually do this.”

“Yeah, mate.” Gwaine laughed out of relief. “Yeah, we can.”

Merlin? I need you over here, immediately. It’s important. -Gwaine

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Merlin was over within a minute.

“How the hell did you get here so fast?” Gwaine asked as Merlin entered his house without knocking.

“I was in the area.” Merlin responded before pulling Arthur off the couch and into a tight hug. Arthurs arms wove around Merlins midsection, and the two stood like that for an uncomfortably long time before Gwaine coughed awkwardly. They separated, both of their cheeks tinted pink, and Merlin smiled apologetically. Gwaine waved him off.

“Arthur, tell me what happened.” Merlin said softly after turning back to Arthur.

Arthur shrugged. “Dad again. He uh, he slammed my head into the table. Called me pathetic and shit. All that fun stuff.” When Arthur sheepishly looked at Merlin, the other boys eyes were blazing, anger set in his face.

“I’m going to kill him.” Merlin hissed. Gwaine sprang up from the couch.

“No need!” He said cheerfully. “We have a plan! Right Arthur?”

Arthur nodded. “Leon's father is a lawyer. I’m going to testify.”

“Oh my gods, Arthur...but what about you and Morgana? What will happen to you?”

“Morgana can legally take custody of me.”

“Bless her.” Merlin sighed, before taking Arthur's face in his hands. “Are you sure you want to testify? It takes serious gall, and not that I don't think you have that, I’m just worried about you.” Arthur rolled his eyes in response.

“I can take care of myself, Merlin.” He said. “Don’t worry so much.”

“I’m just saying, I could take care of everything if you let me.” And damn, the dark tone in Melins voice was truly frightening.

Arthur's face softened. “I got this.”

Merlins glare turned into a small smile, and he caressed Arthur's cheekbone with his thumb. “I know you do.”

Gwaine coughed again, loudly, and the two jumped apart, Arthur sending the brunette a quick glare that clearly said ‘do you mind?’. Gwaine shot him a cheeky grin.

“I’ll leave you two alone, shall I? But no hanky-panky in my house.”

Merlin turned bright red. “We wouldn’t-”

“You suck, Gwaine.” Arthur interrupted, making Merlin turn redder.

Gwaine laughed, leaving the room with only one though on his mind.

Things were finally going the get better.


Things were finally going to get better, Arthur thought, as he stared into Merlins gorgeous eyes, a content smile on his face. Uther was going to prison, he wouldn't have to hide his relationship with Merlin, everything was going to be perfect.


Arthur Pendragon lived a perfectly normal life, thank you very much. If you ignored the fact that he was the reincarnation of a long lost king and his boyfriend was a centuries old sorcerer, that is.

And frankly?

He wouldn't have it any other way.

The End