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Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin/Will (Merlin), Gwaine/Gwen (Merlin), Gwen/Morgana (Merlin), Lancelot & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin) Additional Tags: Arthur Pendragon Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Merlin Doesn't Know that Arthur Pendragon Knows (Merlin), Work In Progress, Romance, Slow Burn, POV Multiple, Multiple Pairings, Why Is Arthur Such a Prat, WIP, Love Story, Staying Close to Canon, Why is he literally always asleep anywhere, Gwen is far more badass than the show gave her credit for, Gwaine/everyone ever, Merlin is asleep 76 percent of the time, Arthur is a high functioning alcoholic, Gwen as a knight arc, Merlin and Gwen are Besties, Arthur is a himbo, Why does Arthur have zero backstory in canon, Giving Arthur his backstory, Oh you hated the miscommunication trope lasting five seasons me too lets not do that, Canon Divergence, Im going to have so much fun with old english for spells be ready, merthur fluff, so far just fluff, my notes app is running out of space because of this fic, FROM NOW ON I SOLEMNLY SWEAR TO UPDATE EVERY TUESDAY, plot heavy, ITS SLOWBURN OKAY PATIENCE GRASSHOPPERS PATIENCE Summary:
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand-up. He wasn't alone. Before he could fully process this information, he was halfway across the room with his dagger at the throat of his manservant, who was snoring peacefully on Arthur's windowsill with a broom clutched in his elbow.
He breathed in sharply, adrenaline ramping up a notch as he realized how close he had been to cutting Merlin's throat.
Dropping the blade to his side, Arthur studied him. Merlin's long form collapsed in on itself to fit on the small shelf, his inky black hair curling against the morning dew that was gathering on the window panes. His thick eyelashes were fluttering lightly over his pale cheeks and one of his hands was twitching, but he slept soundly.
OR: The Merthur fic you didn't know you needed.