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nothankyoudear · 1 year

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Ever since Merlin was a small child, Hunith had always bombarded him with loving touches. She carried him whenever she could, and when he grew too big to be carried, she left him with warm hugs and soft touches on his cheeks. She wiped his tears when he cried, and intertwined their fingers on cold nights as they slept.

Arthur, on the other hand, could not remember the last time he was touched by his father in any way other than a firm clasp on the shoulder. All his life, he's known nothing but side glances and firm remarks. No one was there to wipe his tears away when he cried, and certainly no one was there to hold him on cold nights as he slept.

He was the prince of Camelot, after all, and everyone knew that princes cannot be soft.

Which was why, the first time that Merlin went in for a hug, Arthur immediately flinched back.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Arthur left, unable to stand the tension in the air. Not thinking much about it, he had rendered it just another one of those awkward little moments with Merlin that would soon dissipate from his memory.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Arthur found himself unable to move on from it. He spent that night turning in his bed, wondering what it would've been like if he accepted Merlin's hug - The warmth and comfort that he had only ever seen given to others. He fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to be embraced by another.

Merlin doesn't do it again, at least not for a while. It was understandable, especially after Arthur reacted so drastically at his first attempt at closeness, but Arthur still couldn't help but spend another few sleepless nights regretting his reaction.

Because he was the prince of Camelot, and if Merlin - irresponsible, reckless, sarcastic Merlin - wasn't willing to touch him, then no one was.

So when the second time came - when Merlin, most likely without thinking ("when does he ever think?"), went in for a hug, Arthur hugged back.

He wrapped Merlin in his arms, and oh, it was bliss. The warmth and the comfort and the closeness that he had heard so much about were all real. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around the other boy's thin body and lean in, rendered helpless by a sense of aching intimacy.

Questions immediately appeared in Arthur's mind: How had he survived up until then without touches like these? If Merlin had never been assigned as his manservant, would he have gone his whole life without experiencing this? And now that he's finally experienced this, how could he go without it for the rest of his life?

The thought pained Arthur, so he squeezed even harder.

They didn't talk about it afterwards, but Arthur knew that Merlin knew. Arthur had exposed the softness underneath his hard exterior, and now Merlin knew.

And lord, was it great.

Their previously rare touches turned more and more common. Soon, putting on Armour turned into lingering touches on Arthur's body, and training sessions turned into Merlin haphazardly wiping the sweat from Arthur's forehead as he leaned into the cooling touch on his skin.

Sometimes, if Arthur was feeling brave, he’d even initiate some of these touches.

He’d hook his finger with Merlin’s as they walked to the stables, running his thumb against whatever skin he could reach. He’d warm Merlin’s seemingly forever cold hands by gently pulling them into his own bigger ones. He’d walk up silently behind Merlin as he’s softly humming a song while polishing Arthur’s armour, and wrap his arms around his waist, burying his head into the crook of Merlin’s shoulder.

It was like Arthur's mind was trying to reclaim all touches lost to the years. He craved skin - Merlin's skin - on his. He craved the way Merlin's fingers ran over his muscles. He craved these moments of intimacy where he wasn't Arthur Pendragon, the prince of Camelot, and he was just Arthur.

And somehow Merlin knew of this insatiable craving of his, because he was always giving and giving and giving. Arthur never openly asked for the tender touches and the soft trails of fingertips against his stomach, but Merlin - lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Merlin - was always there to give.

The love in Merlin was overflowing, and Arthur was there to catch every last drop of it.

And as Arthur was still human (despite how hard he tried), there were times when he wept.

Arthur cried the same way he cried when he was a child - with his shoulder shaking, his eyes shut, and his hands trembling. He also used to sob with his mouth open and with his grief audible like any other child, but that had long been scolded and beaten out of him.

However, despite the habits that he brought into adulthood, the nights when he cried were no longer like the lonely nights that he suffered through as a child - There was no ache in his chest as tears ran down his cheeks. No biting the collar of his shirt as he attempted to stay quiet. No harsh words to keep him silent.

There were, in their place, gentle caresses to his forehead as Merlin smoothed back his hair, murmuring words of comfort under his breath. A warm shoulder to lean on as he cried quietly. Thumbs that wiped under his lashes and nimble fingers that caressed his cheeks.

A voice that cooed and replied, “I'm here, darling” when Arthur whispered, “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin” through his tears. Lips that pressed against his as another sob seeped out. Arms that wrapped around Arthur, and gentle hands that ran themselves comfortingly over the expanse of his back until they both fell asleep.

And what a joy it was, to have someone who wiped his tears away when he cried, and someone to hold him on cold nights as he slept. To be touched and held and loved.

What a joy Merlin was.

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rubysunnday · 11 days

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dead and gone and buried

a/n: i'm deep in my gwaine brain rot right now so have a cute/angsty lil fic summary: Y/N looses someone she loves and leans on Gwaine in the darkest hours.

The early spring mornings were one of the highlights of Y/N’s day. As she meandered through the corridors of the castle, she caught glimpses of the morning sun slowly rising, bathing the white stone walls in orange.

Each sunrise brought with it a new day and a fresh start.

It also brought along one knight and a large plate of breakfast.

"What is it today, Sir Gwaine?" Y/N asked, walking down the corridor and toward Gwaine.

Gwaine was half dressed, cloak draped and folded over one shoulder, chain mail roughly tucked into his belt. He held a large plate in one hand, gloves in the other.

"I believe it is pork with leftovers from last night," he replied, coming to a stop beside Y/N. "There's some apple, some... I think potatoes?"

Y/N peered at the plate. She nodded. "Potatoes."

She reached out and snatched one off the plate, dodging Gwaine's pitiful attempt at slapping her hand with his gloves.

"Have you not got things to be doing?" He asked, shielding his plate from her.

"Oh, I have a lengthy list," she replied, "but I would much rather be taunting you than helping people get dressed."

Gwaine chuckled. He tossed his head back, letting his hair fall out of his face. "I should probably go and get ready."

Y/N nodded, gently sweeping her foot across the floor. "Do you need a hand?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Uh..." Gwaine looked at himself, taking in his mismatched state of dress. "Please," he replied, his smile growing.

Gwaine leant across Y/N and placed his plate of breakfast down on the window sill. She pulled his cloak from his shoulder and took his gloves.

Y/N held Gwaine's clothes as he untangled his chain mail from his belt and awkwardly dragged it down over his head. She watched, angling her eyes down when Gwaine looked up, flicking his hair out from under the shirt.

He reached out and took his cape from her, his fingers brushing against the back of her hand. In one, rather dramatic, swoop, he put the cape around his shoulders and pulled the buckle tight, letting the cape settle around his shoulders.

With a smile, Y/N slapped the gloves into Gwaine's hands. "Good morrow, Sir Knight."

Gwaine bowed to her, sweeping his cloak out behind him. "Good morrow, Lady Y/N."

Y/N giggled. "You better get going unless you want our wonderful king to yell at you."

"He yells at me all the time," Gwaine replied, pulling his gloves on. "It'll be nothing new."

He leant across and pressed a kiss to Y/N's cheek. Gwaine stepped back and nodded at her, turning on his heel and walking down the corridor.

Y/N shook her head, a fond smile on her face, and began walking the opposite direction.

"Gwaine, if you spent more time watching your opponent, you'd spend less time on the floor." Arthur yelled, stabbing his sword into the grass.

Y/N laughed softly as she walked past. Gwaine was, indeed, lying sprawled on the grass, his sword flung miles away. He rolled over onto his stomach, his eyes catching on Y/N as she passed. She waved to him and he awkwardly waved back to her.

When she got a chance, Y/N always went for a walk down past the training ground. Partly so she could watch Gwaine try and partly because she could breathe in the fresh air and stroll amongst the upper town.

There was only so much pretentious behaviour Y/N could take from those in the castle before she lost her mind.

"Lady Y/N?"

Y/N turned her head, coming face to face with a flush-faced, out-of-breath messenger.

She nodded. Y/N patiently waited as the messenger fiddled with this bag, struggling to find the piece of parchment he was meant to give her.

Eventually he found it, whipping it out the bag with a flourish. He handed it to Y/N and, before she could even unfolded it, ran off back into the upper town, dodging through the crowds.

The wax seal popped off easily. Y/N unfolded the letter, all ready knowing what it would say.

She'd been waiting for this letter for months. Ever since her father had retired from his role as secretary of state because of his declining health, she'd been waiting for the letter that summoned her home to be at his death bed.

'It's time to come home.'

There it was, written in black ink and folded into a square.

"You alright?"

Y/N jumped, dropping the letter and stumbling back over a tiny pebble on the ground. Gwaine, who'd made her jump in the first place, caught her by the waist and stabled her, setting her back on her own two feet.

"Sorry," he said, wincing. "I thought you'd heard me."

"No, I hadn't," Y/N breathed, still recovering. "I was -"

"Reading?" Gwaine held out her letter to her. "Is it your father?" He asked as she took it, clutching the letter to her chest.

Y/N had confided in Gwaine about her father's health long ago. He'd been the one to watch out for him during council meetings, escorting him back to his chambers when he'd been to unwell to stay any longer.

Gwaine had been a silent supporter for Y/N as she tried to cope with her father and her job in the castle. When her father had retired and returned back to their home village, Gwaine had held her hand as she watched him disappear through the gates.

So it was with no surprise that Y/N turned to her best friend and said "yes... he most likely won't survive the week."

Gwaine took a step closer, reaching down and gently grabbing Y/N's hand, cradling it in his.

"When are you going?" He asked, lowering his voice as a group of knights passed by, laughing loudly.

Y/N shrugged. The wind picked up, blowing her hair in front of her eyes and she brushed it back, ignoring the headdress she'd pinned to her hair.

Gwaine reached up with his other hand and caught her hand. He brushed her hair back, untangling it from the headdress. His hand lowered, brushing against her cheek before returning to his side.

"It's an hour or two away," Y/N said softly, "so either before nightfall or first thing tomorrow morning."

"I'll come with you."

"No, Gwaine, I can't ask you to do that -"

Gwaine cut her off, putting a hand to her cheek. "I offered. I don't want you to be alone, that's all."

Y/N nodded, swallowing back the tears building in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

Atheyers was quiet as they rode into the town. The townsfolk had begun lighting lanterns and shutting windows, settling down for the night.

Gwaine helped Y/N down from her horse and, hand in hand, they walked up to the big, wooden timbered house, that was Y/N's family home.

Inside the atmosphere was sombre and almost stifling with grief. For a moment, Y/N thought she was too late. But then she saw her brother rush down the stairs and her panic eased slightly.

"You're just in time," Isaac whispered, embracing his sister tightly. "Come on." He turned, looking at Gwaine. "You too, Sir Gwaine."

The room was quiet, lit candles providing warmth and a calming light.

Y/N walked in, hiding behind her brother for a second. She peered round and saw her father lying in bed, looking pale and fragile.

"Y/N's here, father," her brother whispered.

Y/N glanced behind, searching for Gwaine's reassuring gaze. He stood in the shadows, quietly watching. When he caught her gaze, he nodded and gave her a reassuring smile.

She stepped forward and crouched down beside the bed. "I'm here, father," she said softly, taking his hand in hers. "You can rest now."

Bird song greeted Gwaine the next morning. He'd fallen asleep in a chair that sat outside the bedroom, against the wall of the corridor. He stretched as he stood up, rubbing his face.

The door creaked slightly as he pushed it open, peering inside. Y/N was asleep beside her father, still curled on the floor, her head resting on the mattress, arm folded under her head.

Gwaine knew that her father had passed. There was a new, peaceful silence in the room broken only by the birds tweeting outside.

He approached Y/N and knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Y/N," he whispered, shaking her gently. "Hey..."

Y/N lifted her head, looking up at Gwaine. "He's gone."

"I know. I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her hair.

Y/N sat back, leaning against Gwaine's chest. He shifted, kneeling behind her, pulling her into his lap.

They sat there for a moment. Y/N held Gwaine's hand tightly and closed her eyes.

They gathered on the shore of Lake Riveia, watching the boat containing the body of Y/N's father burn.

Y/N stood at the edge of the shore, her brother next to her. Dressed in black, she looked like a shadow in the afternoon sunlight.

Gwaine stood with the other knights, capes blowing in the breeze, heads bowed. Arthur stood along side them - not as a king but as a knight himself.

After a while, those gathered began to walk back to the castle, until Y/N and Gwaine were all who remained.

"How are you?" Gwaine asked, coming to stand by Y/N's sad, his shoulder brushing against her.

"Coping," she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the burning boat in the distance. After a moments pause, she turned to face Gwaine. "Thank you for being here."

Gwaine raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. "Of course," he replied. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

"I know but... I'm grateful for the fact you even stayed to check on me," Y/N replied, chuckling sadly. "Not many do."

"Not many love you like I do."

Y/N smiled, looking down at the ground. Gwaine reached over and placed his finger under her chin, gently guiding her head up until she was looking at him.

"I love you, Y/N," he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. He rested his hand against her cheek and Y/N leant into it. "I love you with so much of my heart, none is left to protest."

"That's good," Y/N said, giggling quietly. "I don't think I could cope with you denying your feelings." She paused, pressing her lips together. "I think I do enough for both of us."

Gwaine gently turned Y/N by her shoulders until she faced him. She looked up, staring into his eyes, suddenly remembering just how beautiful his brown eyes were.

Slowly, Y/N leant forward, her eyes closing. Gwaine pressed his lips to hers, his hands resting on her hips. Y/N raised her arms, threading her fingers through his hair, untangling the curls.

They pulled apart, resting their foreheads together.

"I finally have my own knight," Y/N whispered, shoulders shaking as she giggled.

"And I my lady," Gwaine replied, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Forever and always."

Y/N stepped closer and kissed Gwaine again, holding him as tightly as she could.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Blissfully Unaware

Prompt: 'A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?” Requested By: Anonymous (Mystery Prompt Pink 19)

Plot: While making your way back to Camelot, you and Gwaine try to make the time go by faster by learning more about one another. Gwaine uses this, to try to find out if you share his feelings.

Pairing: Gwaine x GN!Reader

Warnings: A "detailed" kiss or two, but that's about it.

Words: 1.5k

As you looked out over the valley, you sighed "Well, either we missed them already, or we're ahead of them."

Gwaine stood beside you as he looked around. "We can't wait around for them, we should just continue on our way. We'll meet back at Camelot either way."

Nodding, you turned and looked ahead into the heavy wooded area "I really wish we hadn't lost our horses."

Gwaine nodded as he began to walk ahead "But at least we still have our legs."

You let out a soft scoff, "Might not by the time we make it back to Camelot."

Gwaine smiled as he looked back at you for a moment. He had been dying for a few moments to be alone with you, and now that you had gotten split off from the group, he had more time than he expected.

It felt like almost too much time, as Gwaine felt an uncommon anxiousness in his gut. It was not common that someone made him nervous, but you most certainly did.

"We could talk, to make the time go by faster." Gwaine suggested, as he stopped to wait for you to catch up to him.

"Talk about what?"

He shrugged lightly. "Tell me about yourself."

You let out a soft laugh that made his heart flutter. "We've known each other for months now Gwaine."

He grinned. "True, but that does not mean I know everything about you. I only know the basics, tell me more."

You opened your mouth before you shook your head with an uncertain laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, it's all pretty boring."

"Oh, I doubt that." He said with a soft smile.

You smile in return, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. You weren't expecting to be alone with Gwaine, and now he wanted to know all about you? You had never felt more unsure of yourself.

"How about this, I will just ask you questions, and you answer."

"Alright, but do I get to ask you questions too?"

He nodded "Of course."

"Alright then." You smiled, wondering where this conversation would end up.

"Okay, let me see," he mumbled "Why did you pick Camelot? Of all the placed you could have moved to, why here?"

You thought about your response for a moment, as you and Gwaine headed deeper into the woods, and closer to Camelot.

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As the mid-day sun hung over head, you and Gwaine sat by a small river, taking a break from your long venture back to Camelot.

"So, you've been in Camelot a lot longer that I have" Gwaine said as he sat down beside you. "But I hardly see you with anyone but the Knights, Merlin, or Gwen."

"Yes? And?"

"Is there no one else in your life?"

You felt an uneasy tightness in your chest at this, but you smiled casually. "Is that not enough people?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I meant romantically."

You felt a bit of tension rise between you, but felt it was surely one sided. You shook your head as you pulled your water canister from your bag.

"Ah. Well, no, there is no one romantically in my life." Standing, you began to head to the river, unaware of the hopeful gaze on Gwaine's face.

"And no one, headed, in that direction then?" Gwaine asked, watching your profile.

You shrugged your head a bit, "I don't know. I tend to be 'blissfully unaware' of that sort of thing, or at least Gwen says so."

Gwaine let out a soft laugh, and you felt your heart beating heavily. As curiosity set heavy on your mind, you asked softly, while trying to sound as casual as you could.

"What about you? Who are you with?"

He shook his head. "No one."

You looked at him with a bit of surprise, he was unable to miss. He rose a brow a bit. "I know I'm labeled the palace flirt, but that doesn't mean I'm always in a relationship."

You let out a soft chuckle. "I thought you liked that label."

He shrugged softly. "I didn't mind it at first, but, I don't want it to become my reputation. The person I have actual feelings for might not think to kindly of me if it is, they might not trust me."

You felt your heart sink a bit as you turned, looking out at the forest, not wanting Gwaine to see your face.

"So you like someone then? In Camelot?"

Gwaine stared at you, wondering if that was disappointment in your voice or if he was just imagining it. "Yes, I do."

"What are they like?"

Gwaine's lip curled up a bit before he spoke. "They're amazing. They're smart, witty, talented, too kind for their own good really. Attractive, more than they're willing to admit. They're much too good for me, really."

You looked down at your feet but smiled softly. "They almost sound made up."

He let out a soft laugh. "I would think so too if I didn't know them. I don't think they realize half those things about themselves though."

You wondered who it was he was thinking of. Someone you knew? It didn't really sound like it. Maybe it was someone he met in the town.

"Sounds like you really do like them."

Was that a hint of jealousy? No. Surely you understood he was talking about you by now.

"I do. Very much."

His voice had grown softer, and you felt a jealousy in your chest, but you tried to push it away. You should feel happy for him. Happy that he has found someone who makes him feel that way, even if it couldn't be you.

Swallowing down your feelings, you turned back around and made your way over.

"So, how long have you been with them? Do the other Knights know about them?"

Gwaine frowned as he watched you set your water down, before you grabbed a rag and went back to the water. You really didn't realize he had been talking about you. He almost laughed.

"I'm not with them."

"Oh." You looked back at him, clearly confused. Wiping your face and hands with the damp rag, you steadied your voice. "So, do they know? How you feel?"

He shook his head softly as he watched you closely. "I don't think so."

"Whats stopping you from telling them?"

He repressed a smile as he cleared his throat and began to stand up. "I've tried, but I don't think they understood what I was saying. Or, they just didn't understand how it could be them I had feelings for."

'Sounds familiar' you thought quickly as you stood. "Maybe they need a more obvious sign."

You mentally kicked yourself for encouraging him, all you were doing was pushing him further away from you.

Gwaine made his way towards you, "An obvious sign? Like a kiss?"

You almost choked, "Uhm, I suppose that would be obvious" you let out a short laugh. "But, you can't just march up to them and kiss them out of the blue."

Gwaine stepped up to you. "So I ask first?"

You tilted your head with a soft shake, "Yeah, then you'd at least know for certain how they felt."

Gwaine continued to stare at you as he nodded softly. A small smile spread across his face as you felt your heart flutter.

"Alright then." Taking a step closer, he was right in front of you, his eyes drilling into yours. You felt your breath catch in your throat. "Can I kiss you?"

As confusion turned into denial, following by realization, you opened your mouth slowly, and spoke softly. "You were talking about me?"

His lips stretched into a grin as he nodded softly. "I thought I was being obvious."

You felt your face grown hot as you failed to repress a smile. "Gwen was right. I am-"

Gwaine's smile turned into a grin as you both spoke at the same time.

"Blissfully unaware."

You giggled softly as you looked down, feeling almost overwhelming embarrassment, confusion and excitement.

Feeling Gwaine hook his finger under your chin, you looked up to meet his gaze. "I was certainly right about one thing. You really don't realize any of those things about yourself do you?"

"I don't really think about myself at all." You admitted.

His smile faded a bit, before he replaced it again with a flirty gaze. "That's alright, I think about you enough for the both of us."

You let out an almost startled giggle as you felt your ears burning hot.

Keeping your eyes locked with his, you felt him gently caress your chin with his finger. "So, about that kiss?"

Your heart was hammering heavily in your chest, as you found it hard to breath. Smiling, you nodded your head.

Gwaine slowly lowered his head, as his lips met yours gently. The soft kiss was deepened as Gwaine brought his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you closer. You brought your hand up and set it against his chest.

Slowly parting, your eyes fluttered open meeting his again. You both had soft smiles on your lips.

"I do trust you, by the way." You whispered softly. "Label or not."

His smile widened, "You really are too good for me."

You shook your head lightly. "Agree to disagree."

Letting out a soft breathy laugh, he pulled you into another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he pulled you flush against him.

xx End xx

I had no idea what to write next, so I just ended it lol. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

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swanparties · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin) Additional Tags: Mild Blood, Canon Era, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Caretaking, No Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Internalized Homophobia, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Not Beta Read, this is so self indulgent, you'll never guess which one has internalized homophobia, Gay People Being Gay, more at five, Minor Gwen/Lancelot (Merlin), like VERY minor but i love gwen and she needed to be there, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

The rest of the castle, maybe even Camelot, is sleeping. The two of them are alone in this little pretend world, leaving things unsaid.

(In which Arthur cleans Merlin's wounds and lets a confession slip.)

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trekscribbles · 4 months

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Prompt: Clothing

From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game

Word prompt provided by Krazy_Kitty

"What's this?" Merlin asked, frowning in confusion at the bundle of finely embroidered shirts Arthur had thrust at him. They were folded in a neat pile, so it wasn't laundry, but Merlin couldn't fathom what else it might be.

Arthur seemed to be trying very hard not to fidget. "Shirts, Merlin. I understand you rarely see them clean, but surely even you know what shirts are."

"Why are you giving me shirts?"

The not-fidgeting turned into a distracted drum of Arthur's fingers against the door frame. "You said sorcerers liked being given clothing."

"I—what?"

"At the Cauldron of Arianrhod," Arthur went on, determined. "And I thought—not that you need payment, but—I just thought..."

Merlin stared at him. "You're giving me shirts because I told you that the Dolma likes to be paid in dresses?"

"Was that only her?" Arthur asked, a hint of worry pricking at his words. "I assumed all sorcerers—but look, if you don't want them—"

"No," Merlin said quickly. Things had been tense between them since Merlin's confession, and he could recognize an olive branch when he saw one. "Shirts are great. These are great. Thank you."

But the uncertainty didn't leave Arthur's eyes. "Was it only the Dolma who wanted clothing?"

Merlin had vowed, after his confession, never to lie to Arthur again—but he was not about to admit why the Dolma needed a dress.

"No," he said firmly, hugging the shirts to his chest. "All sorcerers love clothing. Thank you, Arthur."

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do-it-for-merlin · 2 years

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I still can't understand how Guinevere and Arthur became the thing in the show when:

But I can see how and why they became a thing.

(Look at the tags for title, author, and site.)

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megafandombandgeekgirl · 15 days

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Merlin- The Bird

So I got to thinking (as one often does when writing fanfic)

And this GREAT thought happened.

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Merlin- a small dark falcon

One day an evil sorcerer is out to destroy Camelot again- but this time via turning its inhabitants into animals. Merlin, oh great sorcerer that he is, is trying to stop all of this madness but HE gets hit with one of the spells. Since he himself is magic, it doesn’t work out exactly like the evildoer planned…

Every time someone calls Merlin’s name, he turns into a Merlin (see definition above). So Merlin has figured this out but no one else knows and Gaius walks into his chambers and OF COURSE when he sees Merlin, he HAS to say, “Merlin, what are you doing here?”

And Merlin, before he can even curse at his luck, turns into a bird.

Gaius is both alarmed and amused and responds to this unfortunate event by asking, “Merlin, what is going on here?”

And Merlin turns back into himself. Flustered and annoyed, but a person once more.

Before Gaius can say his name again, Merlin explains everything. And so they set off doing what they can to fix it.

But even in this situation, he has to be there for Arthur so he’s going on his normal duties for the day, praying that he doesn’t see one of the knights or Arthur or Gwen but of course he sees ALL of them and every single one of them says his name at least once.

The first is Elyan and Percival, who are hanging around the great hall when they greet him before he can stop them. They can only stare confusion (and mild humor) as Merlin squawks and flutters down the hall. He’s still flying and just passes Arthur (who’s been looking for him) when Arthur yells Merlin’s name.

And so the warlock drops onto the ground again.

But of course the fun for the poor sorcerer doesn’t end there.

No, Leon discovers him next and this time Merlin is ready and stops Leon before he can say anything. But Leon, being curiously concerned, asks, “Merlin, are you feeling well?”

And when the small falcon caws in his face and flies away, he shakes his head and adds it to the list of things he’s just going to pretend didn’t happen.

When Merlin turns human again, he stays that way for a bit longer and decides that hiding is the best idea. Until Gwaine finds him. And figures out the whole “Merlin switch-a-roo” trick. And he just loves it. He can’t stop laughing and changing Merlin into a bird and asking him to go poop on Arthur’s clotpole head (who, by the way, is now nearing Gwaine after hearing all this talk and is annoyed that Merlin is with Gwaine and not him like he should be).

When Arthur is told what is going on and Merlin is finally human again, he only glares at them both, saying, “No. Nope. Don’t even say it. I do not exist. I’m leaving. Don’t stop me. And DON’T say that word because I swear I WILL shit all over you.”

And as Merlin hurriedly waddles away with a few stray feathers poking out, Arthur and Gwaine take one look at each other and burst out laughing.

#merlin #oneshot #one shot #Merlin the bird #bird #falcon #magic #my writing #mini fic #bbc merlin #Gwaine #sir gwaine #Leon #sir Leon #elyan #sir elyan #Percival #sir percival #Gaius

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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based on our last conversation, imagine leon lending you his cloak 'cause you’re always cold, and just having these cute moments where you’re cuddling in his cloak and it smells like him 🥹😭

There u go bestie 💜

I had so much fun writing this even tho I can't relate 😂😂 Also I think this is the first fanfiction i wrote that does not include much physical touch. I'm proud of myself and I earned this 😭🎖️

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Sir Leon x Reader

includes: fluff, cuddling, stealing clothes, swearing, comforting, freezing

word count: 1k

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The coldness felt like needles on your skin. From head to toe, you were shaking, not even feeling your fingers anymore. You walked through the halls of the castle, making halt at one of the torches to warm up your hands.

It was pitchblack outside since it was almost midnight. Your work had ended already and you were on the way to your room.

A few guards passed, as well as one of the knights.

It was Leon who walked across the floor, his eyes catching sight of you.

"You're still up at this hour?" he asked. His breath was visible in the air, veiling his face in the mist.

"I'm on my way to my room, I'm all done for today" you answered, still shivering. Luckily, it was hard to tell that you blushed at the encounter since your nose already had turned pink.

With furrowed eyebrows he watched your face closely. "God, your lips are blue already!"

You shrugged, rubbing the palm of your hands next to the flame of the torch. "It's freezing cold today."

The knight raised his hands to his throat, unbuckling his red cloak.

Quickly draping the fabric around your neck, he adjusted it over your shoulders. Once he closed the buckle again, you gave him a shy smile.

"Thank you, sir Leon. That wouldn't have been necessary, you'll probably need it yourself."

The man smiled back at you and shook his head, the curls of his hair bouncing with the movement.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take a hot bath now."

You lowered your hands from the flame and grabbed the fabric of his cloak gently.

"You can bring it back to me in the morning, I'll probably be in the armory."

With a nod, you looked up into his face. The sight of his reddened nose and cheeks made you giggle quietly. He looked pretty cute like that.

"I'll make sure to bring it back to you. Enjoy your bath, sir Leon."

The knight simply nodded as a goodbye and went on his way again, as did you, walking into the opposite direction.

It was impossible to hide the big smile on your face. Even if you were still cold, the interaction had made you feel better immediately.

Once you were in your room, you changed into your night dress, took your shoes off and cuddled into the thick blankets. But something was missing.

You had hung his cloak over the end of the bed, watching it closely. A few moments later you decided to reach out for it and drape the red linen cloak over your body, snuggling into it.

It wasn't some soft velvet, or even comfortable warm fur, but the scent of him still lingered on the fabric.

As you inhaled his scent, the wide smile showed up on your face again. It smelled a lot like iron and horse, but also like him in general. While you cuddled into the cloak more, gathering some of the fabric in front of your face you closed both eyes.

'It's just a cloak' you thought to yourself pathetically.

But no, it was more than that, to you at least. It was his cloak.

It was a real treasure.

As you woke up in thr morning, the first thing you noticed before even opening your eyes was the scent of Leon.

"That's how a good day starts, I could get used to this..." you mumbled grinning, deciding to stay like this for some more time. You buried your face deep in the linen cloak for a good while before starting your day.

Once you had dressed yourself, you folded Leon's cloak together. A clever idea appared in between your thoughts.

'What if I just keep it?'

And damn, did you make that choice quickly.

You opened a drawer of your cabinet, lifted one of your folded dresses and hid the cloak in between your own clothes.

Before heading off to the armory, you went to the knight's storage room, fetching a new cloak from there. They had plenty of them here.

"I hope he won't notice..." you mumbled before heading over to the armory. As promised, you found the knight in this room, alone.

"Good morning, sir." you greeted him and paced over to the tall man.

He greeted you with a smile.

"I brought you your cloak. Thank you for lending it to me."

He sat on a barrel, tightening his vambraces and pauldrons.

"Luckily it's a bit warmer today." he stated, looking up to you with a soft expression.

With both hands, you reached the cloak to him and he thankfully reached out for it.

"Is that all?" Leon asked, which you agreed to shortly.

You turned to leave, walking towards the door.

'Please don't let him notice...'

As soon as you left the room, his voice echoed through the hallway.

"(Y/N)?"

'Fuck.'

A sigh ecaped your lips before turning back, walking towards the armory again.

You peeked through the doorframe and saw him gesturing you to come closer. From his expression, you couldn't tell if he was mad or just serious.

A quiet "Yes?" was all you answered as you noticed the knight inspect his cloak closely.

As his eyes went up to find yours, a cold shower ran down your spine.

"... Why did you bring me a new cloak?"

Before you could answer, he added "Don't lie to me. I can see that this one hasn't been worn yet."

You gulped, turning your head away shyly. It didn't take long until your cheeks burned bright red. There were a hundred excuses you could've told him.

It ripped, it had to get stitched up in some place, it had been washed, the list in your head went on. Yet, you just stood there with a red face, unable to look him in the eyes.

Soon it clicked in his head, and his serious expression softened.

"(Y/N)?" as he realized, he almost felt bad for embarrassing you.

It took a while until you found the courage to meet his blue eyes. But instead of looking angry, he gifted you a gentle smile.

"You can keep it."

#merlin #bbc merlin #knights of the round table #merlin bbc #merlin fanfic #sir leon #merlin oneshot #sir leon x reader

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morfiveuscxo · 1 year

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MYSTERY, A.Pendragon

Arthur Pendragon x fem!!reader summary: A mysterious knight has arrived in Camelot, one that refuses to show their face. This knight defeats contender after contender until even Uther wants to know of their identity, but how will the kingdom react to their finest knights being defeated by a woman? tw!! swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, sexism. notes: before I begin- this is the first imagine I'm ever writing on Tumblr, I mostly post on Wattpad but decided that I'd write some small imagines here for characters that I am yet to write an entire book on or am not ever writing a full book on. I do the whole x reader thing sort of differently, I will only write from the female's perspective but even though the imagines say x reader I will make the reader's description how I see fit if that makes any sense? basically, the only x-reader part about it is that you can picture the other character's saying your name but the character won't be your description 😂 if it doesn't make any sense you'll see what I mean!!! :)) ps. apologies if Arthur doesn't seem in character enough :))

NO ONE KNEW WHERE THE MYSTERIOUS KNIGHT HAD APPEARED FROM. All that everyone knew was that there was a mysterious figure challenging all of the King's men. And every single knight had fallen to defeat under this mysterious figure's sword.

Yet another knight fell to his back, grunting in pain as the enigmatic pressed their foot harshly against the already defeated knight's chest. The man grits his teeth together in pain and lifted his eyes to look up at the covered head of his opponent.

The crowd let out a cheer, some even lept to their feet in entertainment. King Uther stared at this knight, clearly impressed as he clapped his hands together out of respect and congratulations for the mystery knight.

An hour later and Prince Arthur's servant, Merlin, ran through the halls in excitement, searching for his friend, y/n. Merlin had become a rather big fan of this obscure knight after he and his guardian, Gaius, had concluded that he wasn't using any type of sorcery to defeat his opponents.

"y/n!!"He called out as he pounded his fist against the wood of her front door. A distant 'hang on' is heard from behind the door before it's flung open to reveal one of Merlin's best friends.

y/n is a clumsy brunette with the darkest brown eyes that Merlin had ever laid eyes on. She was also one of the shyest people that he had met, she barely even spoke to him in the first few weeks of them first meeting. But after she broke out of her shell around him she never stopped speaking.

"Merlin!!"She exclaimed happily as he moved past her, entering her house with a big grin on his face. --"He did it again!!"Merlin exclaimed excitedly. y/n folded her arms in amusement, shutting her door as she spun to look at him.

"he?" she questioned and Merlin spun to face her with his hands in front of him. --"The mystery knight!!" he specified, --"you should have seen it, y/n!!"he ranted.

y/n smiled in amusement, tucking a shy strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Leaning shoulder first against a wall, she gladly listened to Merlin ramble on and on about this 'mysterious knight'.

Of course, y/n knew who this knight was. Herself. She found it rather exciting to finally use her skilful swordsman abilities and not worry about being ordered against it. For most of her life, whenever she tried to fight a man would tell her not to, because she was a woman with 'skin as thin as air and muscles the size of Uther's love for magic'.

She could never escape her shyness but when she was fighting, it was like the nerves disappeared completely and she was instead focused on her target and winning. And thus she decided to start fighting for real, never once showing her face when she challenged Arthur's knights.

"I still don't understand why you don't come down and watch him fight with me."Merlin's voice broke her from her thoughts. She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders, chuckling awkwardly.

"Sword fights just aren't my thing, Mer."She lied, walking over to her kitchen to start preparing her dinner. --"I'm sure you wouldn't have even started going to them if you weren't Arthur's man-servant."She pointed out and he shook his head in denial.

"not true." he denied, --"Arthur was impressed with them."He spoke, capturing y/n's attention. She lifted her eyes forward but didn't turn her head, her stomach doing a flip as she smiled.

She and Arthur had a weird type of relationship. She wasn't sure whether to describe their dynamic as friends considering Arthur often differed between being hot and cold around her. Sometimes he would speak to her freely like they were on the same level, he would even have a laugh with her sometimes but then other times he would give her the cold shoulder.

Which hurt y/n. Like with Merlin, it had taken her a while to even speak words to him, longer than Merlin actually considering she felt intimidated under Arthur's royal authority. After a while, she finally felt comfortable enough to communicate with him, something that actually seemed to delight Arthur.

Perhaps it was because she addressed him like he was human and not like he was a walking title.

"Really?"She spoke, surprised. Arthur was never one to admit that he was impressed with anyone outside of his group of knights, especially to Merlin of all people.

"Uther too."Merlin continued, moving over to stand next to her in the kitchen part of her small house. She hummed in response, --"I bet the knight was pleased with such praise."She responded and Merlin shook his head with a pout.

"I wouldn't know. The knight always leaves the second he wins his challenge."He informs the brunette who had to fain surprise.

She opens her mouth to respond before there was a loud knock at her door and seconds later Gwen came bursting in, a nervous look on her face.

"Uther wants everyone gathered in the town square!"

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y/n stood alongside Merlin, Gwen and Gaius as they looked up at a smiling Uther from his patio. y/n folded her clammy hands over her lap as Uther urged the crowd to quieten down.

Arthur stood a little bit behind his father, a stoic look on his face like usual. y/n caught his gaze only for a moment before glancing down at her feet.

"I wish to address the mystery knight who has defeated every Camelot knight thrown his way."Uther finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.

y/n lifted her head in surprise as the crowd remained silent. Not that Uther was expecting anyone to respond to him. He waited a couple of seconds before continuing.

"Very well. You wish to keep your identity a secret for the time being." he paused, surveying the crowd as he tried to guess who had been under the armour only mere hours ago.

"I wish to propose a challenge to you."Uther continued, y/n straightened her back unknowingly. --"Defeat a nobleman of my choosing and you will have a place amongst my knights." he paused for a second, --"no noble blood needed."

y/n was sceptical of that challenge reward. Uther had never abandoned the knight's code, never. Clearly, Merlin was sceptical too judging by the glance he gave to her.

"As for you're challenger, "Uther spoke again, demanding all of the whispered hushes in the crowd to cease. --"You will be duelling against my son..."

Her heart dropped to her stomach as Arthur took a step forward, Uther resting a hand on his son's back. --"Prince Arthur Pendragon." he announced as the crowd started to applaud this idea.

Merlin seemed to like this idea as he applauded along with the crowd. However, y/n looked as though she wanted to be sick. She didn't want to fight Arthur, but she was also never one to back down from a challenge.

"If you accept my challenge,"Uther spoke again and she lifted her gaze from Arthur to Uther. --"You'll duel tomorrow at noon."

y/n swallowed uneasily, gripping the fabric of her skirt anxiously. What was she going to do? she despised the idea of backing down from a challenge, especially one set by the king himself. But she would have to fight Arthur, one of the select few people in her life she actually cared for.

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Later that night, y/n wiped down the dining table in the Camelot castle. y/n wasn't exactly a servant per se, she was a cleaner. Every night just before Uther retired to his chambers, she would clean down the thrones, dining room table, scrub and sweep the floor and replace the fresh bowl of fruit on the table.

She still hadn't decided if she was going to accept Uther's challenge. She wanted to prove to herself that she could go all the way but could she really willingly hurt Arthur? the same Arthur who complimented the flowerbeds outside of her house every time he passed.

"you missed a spot."

She paused her arm to glance over her shoulder, bowing her head a little when seeing Arthur leaning against the wall. Shaking her head with a smile, --"No I didn't, sire."She denied with a small laugh.

"Are you calling me a liar, y/n?"He demanded playfully, a grin on his face. She continued to clean as she shook her head, --"I would never, your highness."She responded, scoffing a laugh.

After wiping down the table, she glanced over at him. --"I assumed you would be training for your duel tomorrow morning."She spoke, he pursed his lips and shook his head.

"I've been training all night, thought I'd give myself a break."He responded, and she hummed with a nod. --"You're father must really believe in this mysterious knight to abandon the knight code."She said, picking up the bucket of water and moving over to the throne to wipe them down too.

Arthur only shook his head. --"I wish that was the case."He responded, and she glanced at him curiously. --"My father doesn't believe this knight can beat me, as far as he is concerned he isn't even breaking the knight code."He confided in y/n, a frown settled on his face.

"you disagree with him?"She pressed. Arthur merely scoffed, --"That the knight can't beat me? of course, I agree with that." he boasted arrogantly causing y/n to roll her eyes in amusement. --"But I don't agree with the knight code."He then continued, moving to lean against one of the thrones that y/n had just wiped down.

She raised her head and cleared her throat. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before she gestured to the throne he was leaning against. --"I just wiped that down, sire."She reminded him and he raised his eyebrows and moved away from the throne so he was standing next to her.

"You don't agree with the knight's code?"She asked curiously and he shook his head. --"I believe if you fight with dignity and honour, it shouldn't matter what bloodline you belong to."He responded. She paused her actions to show him a soft smile.

"you're a good man, Arthur Pendragon."She informed him with a nod as she finished up her cleaning duties. Arthur felt his heart swell at her words, an adoring smile appearing on his features as he watched her drop her sponge into the bucket of soapy water.

"Perhaps you could throw that at Merlin, he was supposed to have had my bed made an hour ago," he commented and she let out a laugh, pressing a hand to her mouth in an instant, her face heating up.

"You love him, really."She simply told him with a laugh as she moved past him. Arthur made a face at her comment but didn't deny his platonic affection for his manservant.

"Will you be at the duel tomorrow?"He asked her, walking alongside her. She swallowed and shook her head, --"Don't think I could bear to see you lose, sire."She responded playfully and he shook his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm not going to lose."He informed her confidently, missing the sly smile on her face. As they passed the stairs, he pressed a hand to the wall and smiled over at her.

"Goodnight, y/n."

She returned his smile, her cheeks rosy. --"Goodnight, my lord."She bid him goodnight and then disappeared down the corridor.

Arthur didn't move for a second before disappearing up to his chambers.

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Arthur stood in the arena, decked out in his armour. The prince had been waiting for his opponent for around 10 minutes. Uther was noticeably becoming impatient but his ego was way more demanding than his patience.

Merlin's knee bounced up and down nervously, starting to think that the knight had gotten cold feet at the thought of duelling the king's son.

I mean, this could all just be one big ploy to capture the knight and throw them in a cell for embarrassing the entire Camelot knighthood. The knight would have every right to be suspicious.

But just as all seemed lost and Uther was going to call for the duel to be cancelled, heavy exaggerated footsteps were heard and out walked the Knight themself.

The crowd let out a cheer at the sight of the knight. Arthur straightened his posture as he eyed the masked mystery.

y/n had been tossing and turning all night on her decision but ultimately decided to fight. She was going to prove Uther Pendragon wrong.

She unsheathed her sword with Arthur, the crowd letting out another cheer as the pair slowly bowed to one another. And thus the duel began.

y/n hadn't been entirely sure how she would act in a fight with Arthur so she just pictured that she wasn't fighting Arthur at all and she was simply fighting another random knight.

She blocked a swing from Arthur with her shield, spinning around and swinging her sword in his direction. As their swords clashed against one another for a further 3 minutes, y/n felt her respect for Arthur grow more and more.

Their swords blocked against one another as they both fought for dominance, Arthur's helmeted head getting close to hers. In the end, Arthur got the better of her and he struck her back, twisting her sword around with his so they were face to face again, fighting to shove the other to the ground.

But as his blue eyes gazed through the eye slit of her helmet, his eyes locked with hers and he squinted in confusion, recognising her dark orbs instantly.

"y/n?"He mumbled loud enough for her to hear and only her.

Her heart dropped and her eyes widened in surprise. He recognised her? but she had been so careful. Swallowing thickly, she shoved him back and swung her sword at him, which he blocked, their swords once again stuck together.

Now that Arthur knew who was under that helmet and shiny armour, he wanted to finish the match as soon as possible. He used their swords being connected to his advantage and thrust his sword down causing her to fall to the ground.

He then took a page out of her book and pressed his boot against the chest of her armour and pointed the sword at her neck.

Arthur had won.

The crowd erupted into cheers but Arthur didn't lift his head. He was too busy staring down at the woman beneath the metal.

Her heart sank with the knowledge that she had lost the duel. All she ever wanted was to prove to everyone and herself that she was worthy to fight with the knights of Camelot but she had failed.

After a couple of seconds, Arthur pulled his sword away from her neck to hold his hand out for her. Exhaling sharply, she fought the urge to groan at the growing pain happening in her left ribcage.

She took ahold of his hand and he helped her to her feet, his blue eyes staring incredulously into hers, a worried look on his face that didn't go missed by Merlin.

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That evening, y/n lay in her bed with a frown. She had failed. All she had to do was win one more duel and maybe just maybe she would have gotten the respect she so desperately wanted.

After their duel had come to an end, y/n had wasted no time on giving Arthur a brief congratulatory pat on the back before leaving the arena and disappearing through the alleys to retreat back to her house.

She was surprised that Merlin hadn't come bursting to her door yet to talk about how the 'mystery knight' had lost his duel with Arthur. She assumed that Arthur would have told him that it had been her underneath the armour.

Then there was a knock at her door. She groaned in discomfort and lifted herself from her bed to walk over to her door, expecting to swing it open and find a worried Merlin.

But instead, she found Arthur who wasted no time barging past her.

She cursed silently, --"please, come in."She muttered sarcastically to herself, making sure that Arthur hadn't heard the way she spoke to him.

Closing the door, she turned to him, surprised to see the concerned look on his face. --"Why would you do that?"He snapped at her, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Regarding?"She tried and he shook his head. --"Don't you realise that if I hadn't realised it was you under the armour I could have killed you?!"He snapped at her.

Her shoulders fell with disappointment. --"I just-"She paused and swallowed, --"I just wanted to feel proud of myself for once."She told him.

Arthur only sighed and took a few steps forward, resting his hands on her cheeks to make sure she hadn't sustained any injuries during their duel. --"you should feel proud of yourself, y/n."He told her truthfully.

"You won, remember?"She muttered as he continued to look her over. --"Did I hurt you?" he asked her, ignoring her previous comment. She goes to shake her head but doesn't get the chance as Arthur's hand brushes over her left ribcage.

She let out a grunt, gritting her teeth together as she shook her head. --"No."She denied, only earning a glare from Arthur. --"I'll get Gaius."He goes to pass her and leave, a look of panic passed her face as she grabbed ahold of his arm, shaking her head.

"No!"She exclaimed, Arthur, turned to her with a confused look on his face. --"Have you told Merlin it was me?"She asked and he shook his head.

"I didn't get the chance to, he was too busy moping because you lost."He snorted, she swallowed and nodded her head. --"Could this just be our secret?"She asked him.

"If you go to Gaius surely Uther will find out it was me under the metal and I really don't want that."She told him, her voice shaking a little.

Arthur hesitated for a moment. --"Do you think you're rib is cracked?" he asked her seriously and she shook her head. --"You pack a mean blow, Pendragon but don't get cocky."She simply told him, --"It's merely bruised."

After a moment, he nodded and she released her hold on his arm. --"Thank you."She murmured. --"you're good in a duel."He responded and she shook her head.

"you won, remember?"She repeated the same phrase from earlier and he shook his head. --"I wouldn't have ended it as quick as I had if I hadn't noticed it was you."He told her, his gaze piercing against hers.

She raised an eyebrow. --"Are you telling me you might not have won if you hadn't noticed, sire?"She asked playfully and he scoffed taking a step closer to her.

"You're good, y/l/n, but don't get cocky."He repeated her words from earlier, leaning closer so that he could whisper his words tauntingly.

She didn't respond, their eyes flickering between one another's lips. Arthur seemed to think over his options for a moment before leaning in and closing the gap between the pair, his lips capturing hers.

And thus began the first of many kisses that the pair would share.

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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omg omg "Feel free to just grab me and kiss me whenever you want" with literally anyone you see fit? I can't even decide who I want this written for

I’m gonna write this for Lancelot bc I just had the most adorable idea omg

Lancelot stepped back, abruptly ruining the moment. He looked absolutely mortified, cheeks bright red and eyes wide. “I’m so sorry.”

You gaped at him. That was the first time you ever heard someone apologise for kissing you. “What?”

He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have assumed that was what you wanted, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“Gods, Lancelot,” you muttered, striding over to him and cupping his face in your hands. “Feel free to just grab me and kiss me whenever you want.”

Without giving him time to protest, you leaned in and kissed him again. Lancelot only made a small, surprised noise at the back of his throat before his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

When you finally pulled away to breathe, he smiled at you, the sunlight catching in his bright eyes. “I will definitely keep that in mind.”

#drabble #oneshot #reader insert #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin drabble #merlin oneshot #merlin bbc drabble #merlin bbc oneshot #lancelot #lancelot x reader

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nothankyoudear · 1 year

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Arthur doesn't have many secrets, being the prince of Camelot and all, but he does have one that he's managed to keep from everyone but himself.

In the prince's royal chambers, underneath the bed, in a box that can only be unlocked with a key that Arthur carries by his side, there is a small brown journal.

Unlike the most common expectations for such a carefully secured book, what is inside this journal is - to put it plainly - not important at all. There are no secrets inside this journal that could bring Camelot to ruins. No ancient prophecies that could shift fate and history, and most certainly nothing of importance to Camelot and its people.

What is inside this journal is actually quite simple - There is a list.

But the fact that it is a list is not what deems its protection and security, it is the content of the list. It is the list of everything that Arthur has wanted since he was a mere child.

The list starts off simple with childish whims and demands. Things like a horse of his own and a sword that spans the length of the castle itself are not uncommon reoccurrences.

Then, as Arthur grows, the list of simple things begin to evolve. He writes that he wants a friend who isn't just friends with him because he's the prince. He writes that he wishes his father would look him in the eyes without some sort of judgement for once in his life. He writes that he wants his mother back.

He writes because he's not allowed to want or have, and at least this way he could fool himself into thinking that maybe - just maybe - one day he'd finally get what he wants.

Then, Merlin happens, and Arthur slowly realizes that he is writing about Merlin more and more often in this book that was supposed to be about his own selfish little desires.

He finds himself facing the fact that Merlin has somehow slowly slipped into every minuet crevice of his life, and has consumed the secrets that were supposed to be his own little safe haven.

But even with this knowledge, Arthur can't stop.

So he keeps writing.

He writes about how he wants to crawl beneath his blanket and cuddle up with Merlin on cold nights. He writes about how badly he wants to hold Merlin's hand in his every time he complains about the cold during one of their hunting trips. He writes about he wants to touch and kiss those ridiculous ears of his.

He writes about how he wishes he’s not the prince of Camelot so he could be with Merlin. He writes about wishing he had the confidence to just tell Merlin he loves him so desperately that it burns him from the inside out. He writes about how he wants nothing more than the chance to love.

And sooner or later, he finds himself picturing and writing about wanting a future with Merlin - a future where Merlin agrees with run off with Arthur to a small, remote village.

He's got it all written out - Arthur would feed the chickens and Merlin would pluck the berries they planted. They'd grow carrots and wheat and maybe even keep bees. They'd lean on each other and kiss as the sun sets.

Arthur would love Merlin, and Merlin would love him back.

But he knows that he's still not allowed to want or have, so he simply does what he always does: He writes in the journal, puts the journal in the box, and locks the box before returning it to the space underneath his bed.

Afterwards, he sleeps in his bed alone, hoping that he dreams of him and Merlin on their little farm tending to chickens.

And one day, as Arthur is feeding their chickens and Merlin is collecting ripened blueberries from the bushes they planted, Arthur will tell Merlin about the silly little journal that he wrote in about a silly little future just like the one they have. Merlin will smile at Arthur as they watch the sunset, and before they kiss, he'll whisper, “I know.”

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Gentle Confession

Prompt: "I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way." Requested By: Anonymous. (Mystery Prompt Challenge; Pink 18)

Pairing: Sir Percival x Gn!Reader

Plot: With some encouragement from the other Knights (and only a bit of teasing) Percival finally gets the courage to tell you how he feels.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

No matter how many times he tried to distract his mind, Percival's eyes always seemed to wander back to you. He watched as you smiled and laughed with Merlin as you gathered fire wood. He felt his gut clench in both jealousy and envy for Merlin being able to so easily make you smile and laugh.

Whenever Percival made you smile, or laugh, he felt as though he had won a prize. He would often think back on those moments with pride and triumph, and would wait with baited breath when he could experience it again.

As a small projectile hit Percival in the face, he looked over in surprise and annoyance. Seeing the rest of the Knights staring at him with amused grins, he let out an annoyed sigh. "What?"

"Why do you just sit around and stare at Y/n all the time and never do something? I'm getting tired of seeing those pining doe eyes." Gwaine said with a teasing tone.

Percival rolled his eyes, as Elyan spoke up. "He's got a point Percival, go say something."

"Why haven't you?" Arthur asked.

Percival opened his mouth to speak, but paused, unsure of how to explain himself. Sighing, he threw a stick he had been toying with into the fire. He knew he would most likely be met with relentless teasing, but he allowed himself to admit something "I don't know. I just- I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way."

The other knights shared a few glances before they all leaned in a bit and talked a bit softer.

"If that's true then you seriously need to do something Percival." Elyan said.

"You know Y/n stares at you too right? Nearly as much as you stare at them." Leon added.

Percival looked at him with a furrowed brown, unsure if he should listen. Looking between the other knights they all nodded in agreement.

"If you're all screwing with me I'll-"

"We're not!" Leon said while raising his hands. "As much as I enjoy teasing as much as these guys, I'm not lying, not about this."

"Now go do something about this before I have to suffer another night of watching you pine like a little- Ow!" Gwaine was interrupted as Arthur stomped on his foot.

Meeting Percival's eyes, Arthur gave an encouraging nod of his head towards you. Percival looked over, seeing that you were heading off deeper into the woods, as Merlin started to come back.

Letting out a sigh he stood. "Alright."

As he walked off, he could hear whispering from the others as he got further away. If Leon was telling the truth, and you had some kind of interest in him, then the teasing from them would be worth it. But then again, if it wasn't true, and you showed no interest...

Percival halted in his step at the thought, uncertainty rising in his chest. He spotted you nearby as you began to pick up some wood, but dropped some that had been in your arms as you knelt down. Taking in a deep breath, he walked towards you.

"Want me to carry those?" Percival asked as he approached you.

Looking up at Percival as he stopped beside you, you smiled up at him. Standing, you handed him the bunch of wood in your arms, noticing how it looked like so little when he held it. "Thank you Percival."

Continuing to pick up wood, you noticed as Percival seemed to watch you. You felt your heart beat pick up pace, as your ears began to burn. Anytime you saw him looking at you, you felt as though you would shrivel up. He made you nervous. You had been attracted to the gentle giant since you first met. He was kind, protective, honorable, funny, strong, you could go on.

Sparing another glance at him, you noticed he was staring at the ground, seemingly deep in thought. "Is everything alright?" You asked softly.

Percival's eyes shot up as you spoke. "Oh, uhm, yes, I'm fine, I just..."

You looked at him patiently. "Yes?"

He adjusted his stance nervously before he looked back towards the camp. Looking back at you he took a step closer as he looked down at you. "I just...I don't know how to do this." A soft laugh came from him as he shook his head.

You felt your face growing hot as you began to realize what he was trying to do. Or what you hoped he was trying to do.

"Look Y/n, I just- I really like you, and I'm not good with words, never really have been, but I just want you to know that."

You bit the inside of your lip as you repressed a grin. "You want me to know that you like me?"

He nodded his head a bit, obviously growing nervous.

"Well, then, you should know, I like you too Percival."

You saw the second it took Percival to full register what you said as a soft smile crossed his face. "You do?"

You smiled and nodded "Yes."

His smile grew as he looked back towards the camp again briefly. "I wish we were really alone, but I just couldn't keep hiding hit anymore."

"I'm glad you told me Percival. I was starting to wonder if I would ever know for sure."

"When we get back to Camelot, can we, have dinner together? So we can actually talk about this, more so I mean."

You nodded. "Yes, I would love to."

He nodded "Great. Alright."

Turning to walk back to the camp, you stopped suddenly. Percival looked over at you with mild concern. Turning towards him, and using your free hand, you gently grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled him lower as you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

You saw the mild shock register across Percival's face. Smiling bashfully, you quickly began to walk back to the camp, leaving a stunned and blushing Percival behind.

The rest of your journey would be be preoccupied with secret and knowing glances between you as you waited impatiently to return to Camelot.

xx End xx

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glimmermen · 1 year

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you'll always have my sword

merthur oneshot

Arthur had always been fiercely protective of Merlin, but never more so than when he stumbled upon his injured friend in the forest. Merlin lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him from a deep gash on his leg.

Arthur's heart leaped into his throat at the sight. Without a second thought, he sprang into action, drawing his sword and scanning the surrounding trees for any sign of danger.

It didn't take long for his instincts to prove correct. A group of bandits emerged from the underbrush, their faces twisted into cruel sneers as they approached.

Arthur stood his ground, determined to protect his friend at any cost. His sword glinted in the dappled sunlight as he braced himself for the inevitable attack.

The bandits rushed forward, their weapons raised high. But Arthur was ready for them. He parried their blows with ease, his movements swift and precise.

Merlin watched in awe as his friend fought off their attackers. Despite the pain in his leg, he felt a surge of pride and admiration for the man who was risking his own life to save him.

But the bandits were relentless, and soon Arthur found himself outnumbered. He grunted as a blade sliced through his armor, drawing blood from his shoulder.

Merlin's heart seized with fear as he watched Arthur falter. But then, with a fierce cry, he surged forward, brandishing a fallen tree branch like a weapon.

The bandits were caught off guard by Merlin's sudden attack, and Arthur took advantage of their distraction to deliver a swift blow that sent one of them sprawling to the ground.

It was enough to turn the tide of the battle. The remaining bandits fled into the woods, their cries of defeat echoing in the distance.

Arthur collapsed onto his knees, panting heavily from the exertion. Merlin crawled over to him, wincing in pain as he did so.

"Are you alright?" Arthur gasped, his eyes searching Merlin's face for any sign of injury.

Merlin shook his head. "I'll be fine," he said, though he winced as he tried to stand.

Arthur shook his head, a fierce determination in his eyes. "No, we need to get you back to Camelot. You need proper medical attention."

With a strength born of desperation, Arthur lifted Merlin into his arms and began the long journey back to the castle. Despite the pain in his own wounds, he refused to stop until they were safe behind Camelot's walls.

It was only when they had finally made it back to the castle that Arthur allowed himself to collapse onto the nearest bench, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Merlin looked at him with wonder and gratitude, feeling a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the fire that burned in the grate.

"Thank you, Arthur," he said softly, his voice choked with emotion.

Arthur looked up at him, his eyes bright with a fierce love that Merlin had never seen before. "Anything for you, Merlin," he said, and Merlin knew in that moment that he would always be safe in Arthur's care.

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locke-writes · 1 year

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Drifting Through the Doubt

Author: locke-writes

Title: Drifting Through the Doubt

Request: Song Fic using Are You With Me by Nilu for Arthur Pendragon (BBC Merlin) For: Anon

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,803

Tag List: @randomfandomimagine / @multifandomfix / @retvenkos / @dreamlandcreations / ask to be added

The nights seemed longer to Arthur since his father had died. Funeral preparations led way to coronation preparations with no break in between. There was barely any time to mourn let alone time to process the fact that he was to be the new king of Camelot. Some nights he would sit alone in bed half longing for sleep and half longing to be anyone else. Life may not be easier if he wasn't royalty but perhaps it might be simpler.

He wondered if the decisions in his life had been the right ones. He wondered if the people he has trusted throughout his right were the right people to confide in. He questioned everything, there had been expectations put on him from a young age and he knew there would be expectations put on him from the people of Camelot. He only hoped that he could lead the kingdom into a new age rather than thrust it back into the dark.

There was no one he could speak to on these issues, not really. He knew what Merlin would say, knew it would probably be some form of reassurance. While he was aware it would be a gesture of kindness and none of the words from Merlin would be lies, it still would not be the sort of truth that he was seeking. Not the words that he might be desperate to hear and yet fear to be told.

Arthur had made mistakes in his life, he recognized them for what they were when they occurred. Still he had not truly learned how to atone for mistakes which could easily be remedied, or maybe not easily but remedied all the same. He kept trying to convince himself that he had made the correct decision, that he hadn't made a mistake distancing himself from you. Distancing himself from one of the few people who knew him as he truly was.

He had loved you, still loved you. He just didn't want you to be swept up in the sea of grief and fear that had surrounded him as of late. It wasn't easy to push you away, it pained him but he fought the pain by convincing himself that you would be better off. You weren't royalty, you had no title to speak of and yet he loved you, something that was considered forbidden by his father, even more by all the court. Back then he didn't care, hadn't thought of his future as king.

And wasn't that all that mattered, the way that he was seen? His perception as king could lead to the growth of the kingdom, to alliances or to wars all the same. What kind of a person would he be if he put you in that situation? Yet night after night you were the one person that made it into his thoughts the most. Arthur wondered if he could live with the regret, if one day he would look back on the moments he was living through and feel no remorse, nothing of pain. Sorrow would be wiped away, he had to believe that. Didn't he?

Sleep seemed to consistently evade him. Merlin noticed, Gaius noticed, all the knights noticed. No one knew what to say, no one truly knew the cause although many suspected. Sorrow seemed to follow both you and Arthur although only Arthur's could be associated with the death of his father.

It was not unusual to see you in the company of Arthur, what became unusual was to see the two of you apart. To see the looks given in longing that seemed to be missed by one or the other. But there wasn't reason enough to get involved, not reason enough to make comments because assumptions weren't the same as fact.

Nightmares seemed to fill Arthur's sleep. He hadn't been sleeping well in the first place, stilled filled with fear over what was to come, any faults he might make in the weeks after the coronation. There wasn't much time left before then, wasn't much time before the fate of the kingdom was fully within his hands, where the advisors would keep from the decisions unless he questioned them.

Foolishness had been something his father accused of him as a child, he wondered if truly he had been foolish or innocent. He wondered now if his decision to pull away from you was foolish or was it a rational idea. All that he knew was that in the moment with the fear and the nightmares, you were the one person he wished to speak to, the one person that he knew might listen and understand. Still, forgiveness for what he had done was not to be easily given, this he knew. He also knew that perhaps it was not right for him to seek you out, to lay the burden of his life at your feet.

He stayed there, staring at the ceiling willing himself to fall back to sleep, hoping that the dreams to come would be peaceful and not terror filled.

Night after night Arthur experienced the nightmares. There was no rest to be had, the coronation was only four days away and he wasn't certain of the last time he had truly slept. While he knew it was potentially dangerous, he slipped out of bed, dressed himself for the first time since Merlin had become his servant, and slipped outside of the castle walls.

You were preparing for the coronation, nights spent working at your kitchen table working long into the night, sometimes even into the early morning. While most certainly would not be wearing armor to the coronation, the knights had a duty to which meant mending any and all pieces that had been damaged not just in battles but even in the midst of sparring. While there were days that you would have spent hours mending armor, you were never one to stay up until the dawn to finish your work, knowing that rest was what kept you from making mistakes and knowing that the cost of replenishing candles was often too much when you needed food and clothing for yourself.

Still, the coronation changed everything, made work pile up. Orders for new pieces of armor rose almost as fast as orders for repairs. Night after night you'd sit staring at the smaller pieces that you could bring from the armory without difficulty. Night after night you meant to keep your focus on work rather than drift off to sleep.

Arthur was unsure where he was going or what he was doing, wandering around outside of the castle. He traveled to the marketplace, passing stalls that would not be open until the morning, passing houses that had covered windows, informing him that the people of Camelot were in their beds performing that sweet task of sleep that he was desperate for.

A shadow passed your window, stopping for a moment. There had been no trouble in Camelot for some time and while you knew you might be walking into danger you wondered who would be at your door at this time of night. Gripping the mallet you had been using to smooth out dents in armor you opened your door only to be met with the sight of Arthur walking past. You called out to him.

Arthur had noticed the light coming from your home, but in his half asleep and worry riddled state hadn't identified it as your home until you had opened it. He turned to rush off before you recognized him but heard his name before any chance at an escape could be made. He paused, trying to determine if he really should turn, if there was anything that you would want to hear from him after all that he'd put you through. But then he knew at least he owed you an explanation. He turned to towards you and all he could see was the worry that had come over you. He followed you inside and sat at the only other chair around the table.

You hadn't quite known what to say to break the silence so you asked the only question you could.

"Why are you out of the castle, Arthur?"

He sat silent for a moment before deciding on the honest answer, "I haven't slept in days, not like I should be. There's nightmares, there's fear."

"And what does the future king have to be afraid of?" You questioned, although you knew the answer.

"All the decisions, the fate of Camelot, it all weighs on me now. I have no one to come and fix my mistakes, I could be a horrible king or I could be a great king there's nothing that tells me if what I choose is right. I'm afraid that my father's faults will become my own. I'm afraid I've already made terrible decisions, I'm afraid that pushing you away was a mistake and I'm afraid that even the truth won't bring you back to me, won't give me any semblance of forgiveness."

"The wars of our fathers aren't ours to fight Arthur. Your father's faults are not your own. True you have a difficult road ahead of you because your choices will be your own, the advisors you have are only there for that singular reason, they are not their to given the final decision. You may fail, you may succeed, however I know that I, your knights, and your friends all know that you will be a great king. As for forgiveness…I don't think I understand enough to give it"

Arthur nodded, "I had this belief that it wouldn't be right to put you at my side. Not to have you rule beside me, at least not yet, I don't even know if that is something of interest. I don't really know anything I suppose. I just thought I would save you from getting hurt, from the stares and the people saying that station matters over heart. I thought I was protecting you although I know that you don't need it. I thought I made the right decision, instead I think I've just been a fool."

"You've always been a fool Arthur, a fool who should learn that the ideas of one person do not dictate the ideas of a whole kingdom. Your father may have believed that another royal was your only option but if you had a chance to speak with your villagers perhaps they might prove differently. Fear makes us act in foolish ways, forgiveness has been given to you Arthur, but take it in stride because I may not offer it again."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Know that I am here for you, know that fear does not control us Arthur. You will be a great king, I have no doubt."

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