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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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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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hi Laurie idk if you're taking requests atm but if you are, would you write a little tidbit about some comfort with gwaine? just some fluff. I could use it rn lol

Hiii my requests are like, permanently open lol

Warnings: none, pure fluff

“I’m telling you,” Gwaine said between fits of laughter, “you can’t even imagine his face when he saw what colour Merlin had turned his hair.”

You reached back to swat his chest. “You should have told me! I wanted to see that as well.”

Gwaine leaned forward, draping his strong arms over your shoulders. His face was almost directly beside yours, and his hair brushed against your cheek. “Sorry, love. Next time, I’ll ask Merlin to send you an invitation.”

You leaned back against his chest with a happy sigh, patting his thigh. “You better, pretty boy, or I’m holding you accountable.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Despite knowing he couldn’t see your face, you raised an eyebrow. “Are you mocking me, sir Gwaine?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he whispered, before pressing a kiss to your neck.

Yeah, he was definitely mocking you. But as long as he kept kissing you as well, you couldn’t care less.

#requests #merlin request #merlin #asks #answered asks #gwaine x reader #gwaine #drabble #oneshot #merlin drabble #merlin oneshot #reader insert

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styxhuntress · 1 year

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Need input for AO3 Series Title

So I posted a Merlin (BBC) one-shot for a reincarnated Arthur au where Arthur is told a story about a man who lives all alone behind some mountains by a lake for his lost King to return. this fic is titled “The Mountains” it has Merthur (sort of)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44205943

I am going to write and post a sequel for this fic, that I am going to title “The Lake” (this sequel will be more Merthur-centric of course.) That one will be the actual reunion between the two.

And then there may or may not end up being a third part called “The Farm” that is basically an epilogue where the two live together on the farm Merlin built on the shore of the lake while waiting for Arthur.

I am going to link them by putting them in a series together but I need to title the series and was hoping to get some input from you guys. Here are the options I’ve come up with:

The Place I Belong

Take me Home

Home

Forgotten Dream

Remembrance

The Wait

Which do you guys like? Respond in the chat if you have a preference. Or if you have another idea that I might like better.

Currently I am more drawn to The Place I Belong and Forgotten Dream.

I like Forgotten Dream cause of the scene where Arthur tells Gwen that sometimes he’d dream about running away from the crown and the throne and live on a farm somewhere no one knew who he was. And then Gwen asks how he’d manage a farm and he just says “I’ll take Merlin of course he can do all the hard parts” and so it makes me think of that. And plus the whole epilogue one has the two of them living on the farm Merlin Built.

But I also like The Place I Belong cause let’s be real, Arthur Belongs with Merlin. Plus I like the whole romance vibe the title has.

Thanks in advance if you share your input.

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living-an-infinite-nightmare · 8 months

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Master Of Grief, Lord Of Tears.

Merlin OneShot.

summary:

"You were my safest place, Camelot never was. But I understood that you are Camelot as much as Camelot is you. And you were the ones who shattered me into pieces and left me with nothing. I tried to save you, protect you and love you, Arthur. But at that exact time, I was slowly killing myself. I'm tired, My Lord, I wish to be truly happy, at least once. I deserve it."

Word count: 1,177

Please, do not copy on other websites, this story is mine.

please enjoy! tell me what you think! <3

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Magic was never the problem, unlike some say and believe.

Magic just existed, always was and always will. It was neither good nor bad. It just adapted to the hearts and will of its bearers, a blank canvas ready to be painted. Whether it was with darkness and blood or light and love.

Magic was just there.

"There" as in everywhere. In life or death, good and bad. The elements, the people, to the core of the Earth.

All around you, you could feel it. Powerful, always moving, alive.

Even when Uther Pendragon, The Cruel King, tried to purge it, magic never left.

Pendragon was a simple man, he hated and was afraid of an entity he could not understand or control.

Yes, the hearts of the ignorants can lead to irreversible agony.

Now there he was, son of the Triple Goddess, the child made of Magic, living inside the corrupted heart of Camelot, serving and protecting the ones that only took from him, leaving the Blessed Child with agony and emptiness.

He thought that Arthur Pendragon would be different from his father, and maybe he was. Merlin tried, but in the end, he failed to see the difference. Promises were made, and loves were confessed but fears were not fought and overcame.

They were always there, at the back of his mind. Never letting him enjoy life, always staying alert for that day to come. For the pyre and the flames. For death.

“They are your friends, they would never hurt you..” he would tell himself, a lie he forced himself to believe.

“But are they really?” his mind would counter, “How can they be your friends when you can't be yourself around them? How can they be your friends when you live in fear for your life every day because of them?”

Arthur, Percival, Elyan, Gwen, Leon, and even Gwiane were all the same in front of his magic. Always warning him to never truly trust. Lancelot was different, Merlin felt safe, safer than he ever was when he was around. It was a different type of safe than the one with Arthur because Lancelot knew. And Magic knew that. Merlin likes to believe that the Triple Goddess sent the man his way. To protect him.

But then, his protector died, right in front of him. And Merlin wanted to follow him right after. He resented everyone. Why did they get to live, when the only person that truly made him feel at home was gone? Why happiness was so cruel to him? What has he ever done to deserve that?

That night he cried with Gwen and talked for hours. She grieved that man she truly loved, and Merlin grieved a friend, knowing that Lancelot was way more than that. He was his anchor, but he could not say that to anyone anymore. Because he was gone.

The Druids were calling for him. Telling him to leave that wretched place and come to them. His people, his kin. He always ignored them, too focused on the prophecy and his love for Arthur Pendragon. But maybe, if he had left sooner, his heart would still be in one piece, still beating with hope inside him.

Only once, he thought about leaving Camelot. With Freya, his first love. And Arthur took that way from him, broke him. That's all he ever did, bringing him only pain and misery. He really should have left sooner.

Now, there he was, wandering in the forest at night looking for a way home. He took nothing with him, just a little food and his handkerchief. Nature would give him the rest, he was Her child, after all. He didn’t say goodbye to anyone. They would not understand, especially Arthur. He only wished that he could’ve taken Morgana with him, she deserved happiness too. But it would have been too dangerous, Uther loved her too much, It was too risky. Maybe one day she would find her way to him, to her kin. He would give her clues to do so, and he left her a letter, hoping that she would not betray him.

It was a chill night, the moon was full, shining upon him. He sat under a tree, tired from walking all day. He needed food and rest, home was a few days away.

“You should light a fire, otherwise, you will freeze to death.” someone said, walking away from the shadows to be seen. There he was, Arthur Pendragon, looking down at him. Did he follow him all the way? But why? To imprison him for leaving Camelot without consent? To bring him back and slowly kill him again?

“What are you doing here?” the warlock asked, confused, and scared.

“I could ask you the same thing,” the prince replied. “Pretty sure Gaius did not ask you to look for herbs at this time of the night, so far away from the castle.”

Seven Hells, he never imagined to be followed, so he did not know what to say to the man now sitting in front of him.

“I’m going home,” he said, after a while, not looking at the man.

“Ealdor is the other way.”

“That’s not my home anymore.”

“Right, I thought that Camelot was.”

“It is not.”

They stayed silent after that, both of them thinking, too afraid to say what is inside their hearts.

“So you are leaving Camelot?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I wish to be free.”

The prince was confused, he could see it. ‘How can one not be free in Camelot’ That is what was on his mind. Little did he know, not everyone was Uther Pendragon’s heir.

“But I thought–”

"You thought wrong.” the warlock stated.” you were my safest place, Camelot never was. But I understood that you are Camelot as much as Camelot is you. And you were the ones who shattered me into pieces and left me with nothing. I tried to save you, protect you and love you, Arthur. But at that exact time, I was slowly killing myself. I'm tired, My Lord, I wish to be truly happy, at least once. I deserve it."

Silence was upon them once again. A heavy one, filled with pain and regrets.

“I love you,” the prince said, looking at the man in front of him, tears in his eyes.

“I deserve more than your love, Arthur. Your love is not safe, it’s not warm. It’s a prison.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You can’t lose me, because I was never yours. Let me go, let me be who I am.”

“I don't get it.”

“You could never:”

They were both crying. So in love with each other, but not destined to be together. At least in this life.

“Go back to Camelot, and forget about me. And if you truly love her, you would free Morgana too.”

That’s the last thing he said to the man, before getting up and disappearing into the shadows, never to be seen again.

Maybe in their next life, they could be together.

#merlin #merlin x arthur #merlin oneshot #arthur pendragon #please merlin deserved happiness #i love arthur i swear #angst #hurt/no comfort #no happy ending #fuck uther

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Hey sister, Do you still believe in love I wonder?:

Summary; Arthur can't help but get this nasty feeling in his chest when he sees Gwen with Elyan. He doesn't understand why at first. But soon Gwaine makes him understand it.

Tag list; @a-confused-void .

Trigger warning; mentions of execution, bias against magic, death, etc.

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It started not long after they took Camelot back from Morgana.

He and the knights and merlin and servants were going around, surveying the damage. Checking in on the citizens. And Gwen was sticking close to Elyan.

Occasionally asking about his travels.

Bantering and bickering to lighten their spirits no doubt.

And that's when Arthur was first struck with the feeling.

A nasty one that left a bitter taste in his mouth and sinking feeling in his gut.

A feeling he knew all to well but didn't understand in this moment.

Jealousy.

"Arthur, are you alright?" Gwen asked, meeting his eye. Which meant that he had most likely been staring...

He quickly tore his eyes away from her and Eylan to see Merlin and the rest of the knights staring at him.

"I..." he cleared his throat, ignoring the question "have to go check on my father. Meet back at the throne room in an hour. "

"Are you sure--"

The prince quickly stalked off before Gwen could even finish the sentence, hoping that the feeling would go away soon.

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The feeling, to Arthur's great frustration, did not in fact go away soon. In fact, it seemed to only grow as time went on-- only showing itself when he was around Elyan and Gwen.

And he just did not understand it.

It made no sense.

Gwen and Eylan were brother and sister.

He shouldn't have felt jealous whenever he saw them together. Whenever he thought of them together.

So why did he?

And why did the jealous he felt towards them feel different than the jealousy he felt when he saw Lancelot and Gwen together?

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The feeling grew worse after his father died.

As did his mood.

He distanced himself from the two. Making sure to never be around them at the same time if he could help it.

Snapping every so often.

He felt disgusted with himself.

What was wrong with him?

He prayed that he'd find out the answer soon before he had to go and confide in Merlin. Who would absolutely never let him live this down if he told him.

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The answer to his prayers came nearly a month after his father died.

He was leaning out a window, watching as Elyan and Gwen spoke in the court yard. Disgruntled. When a voice spoke up from behind him.

"It's okay you know."

Arthur jumped, nearly falling out of the window--only to be caught by who startled him.

"Jeeze, Princess, you're jumpy today. Try not to do that again, will ya? Merlin will have my head if I accidentally kill you"

It was Gwaine.

"Shut Up Gwaine. And what are you going on about?!" He spat scowling. Crossing his arms defensively.

The older knight just rolled his eyes.

"Gwen and Elyan. It's okay to be jealous of them. No one will judge you for it. It's understandable after what you've been through"

Arthur couldn't believe his ears.

"I'm not jealous of them! That's preposterous! They're brother and sister! Only a mad man would be jealous--"

"Oh my God, no one ever told you there was more than one type of relationship you can be jealous of, did they?" Gwaine exclaimed, not sure whether to laugh or face palm.

Arthur sputtered.

"I? What---"

"Princess, you're not jealous of them because you're in love with Gwen and Elyan's a man who spends alot of time with her. You're jealous because you just lost your sister and the relationship you had with her. "

Gwaine explained, deciding to take pity on his friend while also silently damning Uther for not explaining basic concepts and emotions to his son. And for not just admitting that Morgana was his and that he was wrong about magic. It could have avoided all this if he he had... but the brunette couldn't dwell on that at the moment.

"I am?"

Arthur had never looked at it from that point of view. He had just assumed that the battle with Morgana had driven him to madness. And it had had, just not in the way he had thought.

Gwaine looked exasperated-- he was spending far too much time with Merlin-- but nodded. "Yes. You are. And it's only natural after losing such an important person in your life. For you even more so, seeing as it led to you losing your father as well when you spent so much time only having the two of them as your family. Few people can understand what you're going through right now and even fewer could judge you for being the tiniest bit jealous of those who still have what you've lost."

Arthur was staring to feel better but a part of him was still baffled by something. In other circumstances, he would have turned to Merlin or Giaus to explain it to him... but since Gwaine was already here and already knew how he felt....

He went against his better judgment and asked him instead.

"But why do I only feel it around Gwen and Elyan. Why don't I feel it around anyone else?"

Gwaine bit back a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Briefly wondering if this was how Merlin and Leon felt all the time before quickly shaking the thought off and getting back to business.

"Because they're the only people you're around constantly that you know have family. That you constantly see. You don't see Merlin's mother very often, so you don't have time to feel jealous when you do. Leon's parents have been gone for ages now. Them and Lance's. None of them have siblings. Percy's family is gone. You don't know any of the servants well enough to constantly be seeing their families. So obviously, seeing Elyan and Gwen together is the only noticable time you'll feel it. You've probably felt similar feelings when around places Morgana use to hang around but didn't connect the dots."

The prince hated to admit it but it made sense. And it, along with the fact that Gwaine didn't mention his own family, peaked his curiosity.

"And how would you know?" He winced almost immediately, realizing he definitely could have phrased that better. The slight flinch Gwaine gave made him feel even guiltier.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid...'

"Let's just say that I've been where you are. Losing both my dad and siblings in a short amount of time."

Arthur felt even worse and opened his mouth to apologize-- only to get clapped on the back by Gwaine, who tried his best to smile as he scanned the area.

"And uh... let it be known that off the record, you're not the only one who lost a sister to magic."

Arthur's eyes widened.

"Your sister had magic too?"

Gwaine gave a hesitant nod.

"Aye. Though hers didn't turn her evil. Sure, she could be nasty when she wanted but she.. she never did anything like Morgana did."

Arthur knew that if his father was still around, he would have had Gwaine executed or imprisoned solely because of the association thing.

He knew that since the laws were technically still in place he should too.

Especially since Gwaine seemed to be thinking of a sorcereress so fondly.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when he knew that there wasn't gonna be alot of other people to understand the position he was in.

He didn't entirely agree with those laws anyway...

And it wasn't as if anyone else was around to hear the conversation, so he could just pretend like it never happened once the conversation was over.

"What happened to her?"

Gwaine shifted and didn't look at him.

Arthur got a sinking feeling in his stomach just from that alone. Something told him he wasn't gonna like the answer.

"I don't think you want to know."

Arthur knew that Merlin or anyone of their other friends probably would have told him to leave it if they were here.

Knew that he should drop it.

But he couldn't.

Because he had an inkling of what happened and wanted so desperately to be told he was wrong.

"She... she wasn't executed was she?"

Gwaine didn't answer.

"Gwaine, I am so sorr--"

Gwaine just clapped him on the back again.

A smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. One that he recognized but never thought much about before.

"Don't worry about it princess. I wouldn't be following you if I blamed you for the situation."

"Just because I had nothing to do with it doesn't mean I can't feel sorry for your loss" Arthur pointed out.

Feeling just as bad as he had when Will and Tom had died.

"Still. This isn't about me. I just wanted to let you know that you aren't alone".

Arthur swallowed, wanting to argue. But thought better of it and decided to try and right the wrong the laws had done against his friend. One day at a time.

"Thank you."

"No problem, mate. And don't worry. The jealousy will get easier to manage over time. No one is expecting you to get over what you lost over time or at all even. And you have more than just me in your corner"

Gwaine glanced over Arthur's shoulder, out the window and smiled-- causing Arthur to turn.

Elyan, Gwen, Leon, and Mordred were splashing one another in the fountain as the others laughed their asses off.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh too.

"Come on, Arthur. Let's not let them have all the fun" the ravenette snorted, elbowing the blonde in the side before taking off.

"Hey!"

As he ran after him, Arthur was left to think of a similar time.

One that happened many years before.

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"Come on Arthur!" Morgana called out, giggling as she ran ahead of him. Towards the fountain. Where Leon, Elyan, and Gwen were splashing eachother. He was 7 and she was 10.

"Father's not gonna like this Morgana!"

"You're only saying that because you'll know you'll lose!"

"I will not!"

"Prove it then!"

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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 · 10 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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korokcrucifier · 3 months

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new bbc merlin fic on ao3!!

— merthur

— established relationshio

— general audiences

— fluff

— 11k, 1 chapter (completed)

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #fluff #ao3 fanfic #oneshot #flower language #picnic

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dropofbittersea · 2 months

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Merlin knows it’s better him than anyone else - it’s the mantra he repeats like a lifeline with every aching step he takes up the endless stairs in the castle, bones protesting and bruises littering his mauled chest. It’s better him than Gwen, he thinks, hands shaking as Arthur hands him off to Lord Something-Or-Other, known for whipping his servants into submission. It’s better him than the laundry girls, barely older than ten, trembling in fear as Sir Newest Knight throws a predatory gaze like a promise.

It’s better him. He has magic, so he could fight back, if need be. No one else has magic, so they couldn't fight back. It’s that simple.

(It’s really not)

#merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #oneshot #fanfic #fan fiction

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mobycotton · 9 months

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Not My Type

A merthur/morgwen one-shot

In which Arthur hurts his wrist barely hours into a week-long tournament and is forced to watch from the sidelines. Merlin, unfortunately, is tasked with keeping him company. He decides to take his own spin on the task and what results is an imprompty game of ‘smash or pass’ with the contestants (all in the name of good sportsmanship, of course.)

Across the yard, Morgana is desperately trying to figure out what Gwen’s type is, while Gwen is desperately trying to steal her undivided attention from the ogling men so she will just look at her gods dammit!

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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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azaleaniath · 1 year

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hi again!! i was the one who requested the gwaine fic and it was so amazing! i can totally see him do that so people wouldn't worry about him :( please write more for him, and leon omg, maybe one of them protecting the reader in a fight or something? (sorry lol I'm like obsessed with battles, for some reason i always wanted to be a knight even as a kid lmao)

It took me some time cause I really suck at writing battle scenes but I tried my best!

I chose Gwaine for this one, thanks for the request! 💜 Feel free to request more 😊

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Sir Gwaine x Reader

includes: blood, death, violence, fluff, gwaine being a protective boi which we stan

word count: 1.4k

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"I hope they taught you how to run in those pretty slippers..." Gwaine said, pointing at your shoes.

"Actually, I can run in them very well." you answered in a low volume while pressing your back against the cold stone wall behind you.

The two of you were currently fleeing from Morganas men. They had been looking for you since you escaped from her prison.

"Do you think that Arthur sent someone to get us away from he-" Gwaine cut you off by covering your mouth with one hand as he heard someone around the corner. The footsteps came closer, got louder. Yet eventually, the person must've turned around to leave since the steps got more quiet and distant.

Once Gwaine was sure about you two being alone, he let go of you again.

"I hope he sent his best knights." you answered the question to yourself as Gwaine huffed.

"If you refer to Lancelot, Percival, Elyan and Leon as the best knights, then I guess we're fucked."

His words made you huff as well.

He took your hand and guided you forward, searching your way out of the building.

"Looking good so far" he mumbled as he looked around a corner, spotting the exit.

"But how do we get the guards away from there?" You tilted your head in the direction of the four men standing left and right to the walls.

Gwaine turned to you, and for a moment, he even looked dead serious.

"(Y/N), do you trust me?"

Your cheeks turned red at his words and you felt your heart flutter. What a stupid question, you thought to yourself. The knight rested both hands on each of your shoulders, awaiting an honest answer.

"I trust you more than anyone else. What do you need me to do?"

Gwaine sighed silently and lifted your chin up with one hand.

"I need you to play along so that they don't alarm any other guards."

Without explaining his plan, he turned you around and grabbed you by your arms, urging you towards the guards.

He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against four men at the same time so he had to separate and catch them in a moment when they weren't paying attention to buy himself more time.

The four men looked at you as Gwaine dragged you into their direction. "You really thought you could get away, little lady, huh?" he exclaimed and pushed you onto your knees once you got a bit closer.

"I found her hiding in the tower!"

The four men mustered the two of you from top to bottom, and you understood his plan.

"You swine, let me go!" you cursed at him, as you knelt on the cold stone floor. "Quiet, woman!" Gwaine pushed your head down in faked contempt.

One of the guards knelt down in front of you with a disgusting grin on his face. "Oh, such a pretty thing~ Such a shame lady Morgana wants to kill you, you'd be in good hands with me and my men!" the guard joked, one of his colleagues coming closer to the two of you as well. The other two were still guarding the exit.

"Would you two take care of her?" Gwaine asked. The man kneeling in front of you touched your face with his dirty hands, squeezing your soft cheeks.

In disgust, you spat at the guard, directly into his face. He raised his hand to teach you a lesson, so you just squeezed your eyes shut and turned away. You expected a hard hit, but instead you heard the ringing of steel and a wet sound that was nothing knew to your ears.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Gwaine's sword impaling the chest of the man close to you. "Hands off my princess." the knight grunted, as he pulled his sword out quickly. The blood splattered all over your face.

"Three more to go" you said as you wiped the blood from your eyes and got up in haste.

Gwaine fought against the other close guard, quickly finishing him of as well. The other two guards made their way over to Gwaine, weapon in hand.

"(Y/N), I hope you're right about what you said concerning your cinderella slippers, run!"

You did not want to turn, you hesitated. Leaving him behind was no option.

"I said run!"

One of the guardsmen took his chance and turned away from Gwaine, grabbing you by your neck as you just stood there paralyzed. The next thing you knew was this men holding a dagger to your throat.

"I'll kill her if you don't surrender!" He shouted at Gwaine.

Both of you didn't have much time until more guards would come, and you were both aware of it. Yet you would have to escape from this situation here first.

The man stood behind you, the blade of his weapon already kissing your skin. Gwaine froze at the sight of you, but only for a second before he came up with a new plan.

He stared at the exit with a big smile, pointing at the path leading into the woods.

"Ah, I knew that Pendragon brat would come and pick us up! They're here already!"

In shock, both guards turned to the exit. Gwaine used their distraction to his advantage and swung his sword at you or rather the man behind you. You ducked fast, dodging the sword that cut right into the throat of the guard.

" Hey, you almost killed me- watch out!"

Gwaine quickly turned and lunged his sword at the last guard, also finishing him off quickly.

He grabbed your hand and lead you out of the castle and into the woods.

You both ran for your lives for a good while until you paused for a brief moment.

"Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?" he stated with a wide smile.

"We would be a good team. You should join us for training sometime!"

"Sure, if we survive this."

"I'll ensure you, we will.

... You weren't lying when you said that you trusted me, huh?"

You looked up at Gwaine with an exhausted smile. The beat of your heart was pounding up to your throat.

"Of course not. If I'm ever stuck with someone again, I hope it's you."

The knight raised an eyebrow, showing off a cheeky grin.

"I was just born for that damsel-in-distress-thing."

It was undeniable that Gwaine was charming like a love spell, attracting like a strong magnet and handsome like no other.

This knight probably had many women run after him again once you would be back in Camelot. It was not like you were jealous, but you wished that you would be his interest as well.

As he saw how your face shifted more serious, so did his.

"I'm sorry for bringing you into this situation..."

You looked up to him, wiping a splash of blood from his chin with your sleeve. He lost himself in your eyes without you noticing.

It took a while until you realized that Gwaine looked completely hypnotized.

"You don't have to be sorry, after all you saved me.

... Gwaine? Are you alright?"

His eyes just blankly followed the momevent of your eyes and lips before he bowed down to you, stealing a quick kiss from you.

You both stood there a bit frozen, it took a while until you talked and moved again.

" I'll make sure no pig ever will even try to lay their hands on you again."

There was this serious tone in his voice again.

A smile slowly appeared on your face and your cheeks blushed even more.

"You're safe with me, (Y/N)."

The way he said your name made your heart beat even faster. You were obsessed with his voice. His face.

His hair. His jokes. His personality. All of him.

Soon you heard Morganas men coming after you again, but they were pretty far away yet.

"Let's hurry, we'll be behind the border in less than an hour. Then we're safe."

He reached out for your hand and guided you on with a slight smile.

"You better be right, or I'll tell Arthur you called him a 'Pendragon brat'."

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