Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, Lancelot/Will
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin
Summary: Merlin is tired of the centuries in between reincarnations in which he's so alone, so he stops looking for Arthur, making a life for himself. And yet Arthur comes back into his life, and even without his memories Prince Arthur is playing for keeps.
Note: Lancelot is a little ooc because I needed a fun, flirty friend for Merlin and somehow I didn't see Will as flirty---unless it was towards Merlin.
Warning: AU. Gay People EVERYWHERE! Mentions of Mpreg.
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To say that the meeting with Uther had been uncomfortable was saying the least. Merlin had never been so nervous and skittish as he had under the monarch’s angered, murderous glare. It hadn’t helped that Arthur had been a prat about the whole thing, acting like Merlin was some sort of fussy, fragile Pomeranian.
The only thing that the prat did good was to give his father a death glare when the king had ordered Gaius (who was his Personal Physician even in modern times) to conduct a pregnancy test on Merlin to ascertain the fact that this ‘boy’ was in truth expecting the royal heir. Arthur had gone on and on about it being true and had declared that he’d already announced it to the people, so of course it was true.
When his father had insisted on having the tests done, Arthur had compromised, asking time for Merlin to ‘get comfortable’. He’d asked for a week, and Uther had, in a show of graciousness (or maybe just because he really looked like he could do with a drink) agreed to the terms and ordered everyone out.
“I’m going to kill you” were the first words out of Merlin’s lips as soon as he, Arthur, Morgana and Gwen were able to escape that horrible, uncomfortable meeting.
“I don’t see why you’re in such a fit Merlin.” Arthur announced calmly, leaning against the fireplace, grin mischievous. “I did what I had to to make sure that there was nothing my father could do to try and come in between us. And you’ve always been a little girl anyways, so I don’t see---.”
With a flash of gold, Arthur’s mouth disappeared.
Gwen’s eyes widened.
Morgana burst out into laughter, holding onto her waist. “Teach me how to do that!”
Arthur (who’d been trying to glare Merlin into undoing the magic) gave Morgana his best death-glare.
It wasn’t working.
Merlin was ignoring him and Morgana was still laughing.
Gwen was the only one who looked sympathetic to his cause, and only somewhat.
“You could have found some other way to do it!” Merlin announced, not at all feeling guilty for his actions. “At least---at least warn me before you go on the bloody telly and announce it to the world!”
Arthur folded his arms over his chest, his eyes demanding Merlin undo his spell so Arthur could say something that would undoubtedly be arrogant and utterly prattish.
“Do you know how risky this sort of spell is?” Merlin continued on ranting as he began to pace up and down. “This is deep magic, Arthur, this is creation. You know better than anyone what could happen if this isn’t done right!”
Arthur looked away.
Merlin sighed, feeling guilt finally, eyes flashing gold.
Arthur’s mouth reappeared. “I thought you already had everything figured out.” He ran his hand over his hair, beginning to look worried. “You offered to do this for me during the days of Camelot, I didn’t think---.”
“You didn’t want it then. You said it was unnatural, and so I didn’t bother with more intensive studies.” Merlin sighed, falling back into the sofa. “I---I know enough basically to perform the spell, but it’s complicated, it will drain both of us, and if something goes wrong—if I lose concentration for just one millisecond, something could go horribly wrong.”
“And you only have a week for Merlin to get pregnant.” Gwen reminded them. “Doesn’t stress affect spells as well?”
Morgana nodded. “Arthur, you idiot.”
He ignored her, going to sit down next to Merlin. “It’ll be fine, Merlin. You’re the best sorcerer there ever was, you beat the Priestess of the Old Religion when you were embarrassing with your magic. You can do this.”
It was hard to remain pissed at Arthur when he was complimenting Merlin and being so nice all of a sudden.
Merlin sighed and rested his head against Arthur’s shoulder. “I hate you.”
Arthur smiled. “Me too.”
“We’ll help you in any way that we can.” Morgana offered, pulling Gwen to her and smiling when the pretty dark skinned woman went into her arm happily, resting her cheek against Morgana’s heartbeat. “And we’ll even find a way to stall the examination if we have to.”
“And I’m sure that everything is going to work out just fine.” Gwen agreed, holding onto Morgana tightly though her gaze was on the boys. “You two have always overcome every single obstacle in your path before, and I doubt that this will be any different.”
“Course it won’t.” Arthur announced, once more completely sure of himself and his plan, grin going lustful. “And of course I’ll put much effort in my part of this plan and bugger you nice and----.”
The mouth disappeared again.
Merlin pushed away and glared at the prince. “I like you better this way. Don’t tempt me to forget the counter spell.”
Arthur’s eyes widened in horror.
Gwen couldn’t keep it back this time, giggling.
Morgana snorted in laughter.
The next couple of days weren’t so funny though.
Mostly they were sore.
That first evening Merlin had done the spell to let the one with magic to create life and sustain it, and he’d barely finished it before Arthur pushed him against the wall and…err…
The next couple of days had been spent with the prince and the warlock buggering the hell out of each other and eating every single known aphrodisiac and plant known to help with pregnancy (magical or not). It was hella fun, but when the end of the week came and Merlin performed the spell on himself, he’d been shocked and disappointed to realize that he was not pregnant.
He’d thought---he’d honestly thought---that he’d sensed new life growing, and yet it had obviously been his hopeful wishes.
Morgana had feigned an ‘exotic and utterly rare near death sickness’ (as she liked to call it) at the end of the week to keep an amused looking Gaius busy. Uther, though, seemed to believe that his daughter was at ‘death’s door’ and spent most of his time with her in her room. Gwen, who spent most of her time there as well, had told Merlin that the king was actually beginning to warm up to her a little.
Of course, that could be because Morgana had used her faked illness (bringing fever and other such things upon herself by the use of certain herbs) to guilt trip Uther in the way only she could…but it was still a start.
She had Uther wrapped around her deceitful, little finger, just as she always had.
It was utterly pathetic.
And funny as hell.
Thankfully, Morgana kept Uther and Gaius busy, but when three more weeks passed and nothing, the princess ordered Arthur and Merlin to at least have the decency to stage a miscarriage as she refused to continue in bed anymore, sweating like a pig and vomiting out her food when she could be doing much more agreeable things with her girlfriend.
Not sure how they were going to do this, Merlin and Arthur spent that night just talking and trying to come up with a game plan. Arthur had finally admitted that maybe he should have thought his plan through a little more than he’d done at the announcement. That gave Merlin no comfort as they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, with still no idea of what they were going to do.
The next morning they’d decided to tell the king the truth.
If they didn’t chicken out first.
Merlin thought it was an idiot’s plan to tell the truth (thus it went without saying that it was Arthur who had obviously come up with said plan) and he continued to call it so in his mind as they stood before the throne and a glaring Uther, both feeling queasy with the situation.
“What is it that you had to tell me that was necessary to be done in secret and away from your ailing sister’s bedside?” Uther wanted to know, glaring at his son.
Arthur took in a discreet breath before clearing his throat. “Father, I have something I need to tell you.”
Uther’s eyes narrowed, going to Merlin immediately, as if sure that his eyes could pierce the defenses of the warlock, before shrugging it off when Merlin remained unmoved, the king’s gaze returning to his son like heat seeking missiles. “What have you done now?”
Arthur winced. “It is about the heir.”
Uther sat up straighter, many different emotions crossing over his face. “Is the child healthy? I---I must admit that with our dear Morgana’s battle for her own life with this mysterious ailment I had managed to forget about the heir.”
Merlin had never felt as guilty as he did, seeing the worry in the King’s eyes at the moment.
Uther obviously didn’t care for the situation, but the thought of a grandchild had apparently wormed itself into his heart sometimes during Morgana’s ‘convalescence’.
“How have you been feeling?” Uther asked Merlin, seemingly to genuinely want to know the answer. “Are you in want of something?”
Okay, Merlin was beginning to freak out a little and felt guilty as hell.
“Father, Merlin---Merlin isn’t---he isn’t pregnant.” Arthur stuttered out the words.
King Uther went still.
He looked murderous and…
“Oh god.” Arthur whimpered before doubling over and vomiting on the crimson carpet beneath him.
Merlin’s eyes widened in surprise the same time Uther’s did, and the sorcerer hurried to Arthur’s side, placing his hand on the small of Arthur’s back, rubbing it in circular motions as the prince continued to moan and vomit.
“Fucking great.” Arthur groaned when it was all over, leaning his head against Merlin, obviously tired, shaky, and pale.
Well, at least now Arthur couldn’t continue to taunt Merlin about the time he threw up while bloody drunk.
“How are you feeling now?” Merlin asked Arthur, worried and knowing that it showed. “You’ve been feeling sick for a couple of days now.”
Merlin had just chocked it up to nerves, but now he was really beginning to worry.
Neither noticed Uther’s narrowed gaze on them.
“I’m fine.” Arthur sighed, seeming to draw energy from Merlin, eyes closed. “Just no one mention peas.”
Merlin blinked, confused, not exactly sure what peas had to do with anything. “Okay?”
Uther’s eyes widened slightly.
“And while you’re being so uncommonly agreeable,” Arthur sighed and he took in a deep breath. “I want some pecan pie.”
“Pie?” Merlin squeaked, not exactly sure what was going on with Arthur, but dreadfully worried, forgetting completely about the king.
“My god.” Uther gasped.
Both turned to look at him.
The king stood from the throne. “You lied to me!” His hands clenched as he took a couple of hurried steps towards them before looking at Merlin. “You’re not pregnant!” He then turned to Arthur. “You are!”
And suddenly it all fell into place for Merlin.
This was why he’d felt new life being created and why the spell had said that he wasn’t pregnant.
The warlock blinked, looking at a pale Arthur.
Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.
“What? Pregnant? Me?” Arthur scoffed, horrified. “Father, how could you---?”
“Don’t lie to me, boy!” Uther exclaimed, standing before them. “When your mother was pregnant with you she vomited at the mere mention of peas! And the only thing she craved was pie. Though, in her case, it was Sheppard’s pie.”
Arthur opened his mouth to continue denying it before suddenly going abysmally pale and turning to Merlin, finally realizing what the warlock had figured out already. “I’m going to kill you!”
And Merlin, not at all fearing for his life, burst out laughing.
Karma had come back and bit Arthur in his arse.
It was about time!
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