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MERLIN FIC PROMPT

What if Arthur can shapeshift?

Once upon a time, a very powerful magical being had found a way to transform their cells however they wanted to, using magic (very much like alchemy. Impossible, but they were able to find a method to make it work).

Fast forward, the Pendragon line is born, and some far away in their blood, these cells still work.

And then, Arthur and Merlin meet when they’re kids.

Two peaceful reigns, allies and magical, Balinor’s and Uther’s, both together to sign a treaty, when Merlin and Arthur are forced to stay together, annoyed with each other, while the adults do adult things.

They bicker, they fight, they scream at one another, and end up playing together, when one afternoon, Arthur, wooden sword in hand, puffy, red cheeks, hands closed in fists and hair a mess, runs around the castle to catch Merlin, thin, scrawny boy, all bones, ears too large and hair as black as night, yelling at the blonde to stop chasing him.

But then Arthur reaches him, and he lets out a puff of breath.

More accurately, a puff of smoke.

Merlin stands still, a ball of blue light flying over his hand, breathing harshly, ready to smash the ball across Arthur’s face.

They stare at each other, with round and knowing eyes, until Merlin yells, runs across the gardens, and tackles Arthur to the ground anyway.

They’re forced to stay together one way or another, and unconsciously, Merlin helps Arthur control his powers, as much as Arthur can help Merlin control his.

They’re too stupid to understand that a bond stronger than everything else in Albion is creating between them, but they don’t notice many things.

Cue all the shenanigans:

first time Arthur sneezes it happens in front of Merlin. They’re in Camelot, searching for secret chambers in the castle. Since the warlock seems very much like the only one who can call to Arthur’s powers, the prince pops a tail. Long, scaly, red and gold.

Merlin, magic flaring inside him, and giggling, tries to chop it off for fun;

during their teenage years, while Merlin is studying the dragon tongue, he dares Arthur to steal biscuits from the cook, but makes the mistake to be too loud, since he suddenly grows claws, that rip apart his shoes. Needless to say, it doesn’t work, and now they’re being chased by a very angry cook;

Arthur hits Merlin with a mace during training, when the warlock comes to visit him. Arthur puts too much force when sitting on Merlin, and he farts.

Very manly, of course.

While Merlin is too busy laughing so loud the sound reaches all Five Kingdoms, Arthur gets angry, and two wide, long, red wings rip open his armour. Arthur ends up flying over Merlin’s window for an entire week as revenge, hitting it with the end of his sword;

to be fair, Merlin whispers filthy words and makes awful noises resound in Arthur’s ears while he is trying to sleep, all across their two kingdoms;

at Arthur’s coronation as a regent, Merlin visits him, and makes fun of him while he tries to approach a girl. Arthur burns his hair, and Merlin burns his in return.

And then they are adults, two men who somehow, despite their differences, had stuck together throughout all these years.

And one night, Arthur disappears, suddenly, and without notice.

There is a rumour he had escaped Camelot by running.

And Merlin feels the pulse of magic in his veins.

He has no idea if it will work, but the warlock, desperate and scared, calls Arthur to a clearing, and as he regains his breath after screaming for his best friend, Merlin sees a giant, red and gold dragon ascending on the grass, wide paws and claws gripping the ground, nostril flaring hot smoke, scales shining under the moonlight, tails hitting the end of the trees in the woods, and his lean, long body expanding with each laboured breath he takes.

Arthur had only went away for a walk, and while he screams at Merlin for being such a girl’s petticoat, they both stop mid sentence, and stare long at each other.

Or rather, Arthur’s golden eyes widen, and he looks down at a tiny Merlin, who had a similar expression on.

That’s how they both find out that Merlin is Arthur’s Dragonlord.

(this is all inspired by a post that I read so long ago. Merlin is a Dragonlord, and he is in fact the only one who can make Arthur, a Pendragon, see sense, and therefore tame him)