Merlin/aurther
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“There is no way in hell I’m dressing up as a woman,” Merlin huffed, crossing his arms stubbornly as his breath fogged up in the cold air.
“Come on, you have to!” Gwaine pleaded, pulling his best puppy eyes.
“Why? So that Arthur can call me a girl some more?”
The prince made a face. “First of all, calling you a girl has nothing to do with your feminine figure and everything to do with how you’re an absolute pansy!” Percival laughed, earning a threatening glare from Merlin. “Second of all, you’re not doing this for me, you’re doing this for the good of all of us.”
“Hear that, Merlin?” Gwaine piped up. “All of us. This is the future of Camelot we’re talking about! We’re going to catch our deaths out here if you don’t do it!”
“Gwaine,” Leon sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Please stop.”
Merlin grinned “Thank you Leon—"
“You’re not going to convince him by pressuring him or taunting him.” The red headed knight turned to Merlin, a pleading expression on his face. “We request this of you humbly, Merlin. Please dress up as a woman.”
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Someone is stealing Arthur's blankets and he will find out who the mysterious blanket thief is.
Obviosly Merlin is going to help him
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Everyone knew to never wake a sleeping Omega.
So, when Arthur glanced up from his stack of scrolls to find Merlin curled upon the floor and asleep within a pile of his sweaty tunics, he straightened and tensed as if bestowed a rare and sacred quest.
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- Part 1 of Everyone Knew
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With a beta for a manservant there is no reason Arthur would have to worry about his pheromones giving away his true emotions.
Except, Merlin isn’t a beta.
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Merlin slowly loses his mind as he scrambles for flimsy excuses to explain why Arthur’s scent is growing hopelessly besotted.