"When Arthur reaches for Merlin’s hand, Merlin is a little surprised. When he brings Merlin flowers, Merlin can’t help but wonder who they’re for. And when Arthur envelopes Merlin in his arms, Merlin is startled to say the least. When Arthur's eyes drift to Merlin’s lips and stay there, Merlin begins to suspect something might be amiss." Arthur and Merlin are courting. Merlin just doesn't know it yet. Inspired by this post by @inamagicalhallucination | Full fic: Mine and Yours
When Arthur reaches for Merlin’s hand, Merlin is a little surprised.
For the past several minutes, he’s been hovering over the prince, preoccupied by a particularly stubborn fastening on Arthur’s chain mail. The urge to magic the blasted buckle into place is strong. A spell is poised at the edge of his lip when the leather slips from his hand again. With a grunt, Merlin leans closer.
Arthur stiffens. Merlin braces himself for the inevitable accusations of useless prat or hopeless idiot. Arthur remains frozen.













