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viridiesa · 1 year

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❝ 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, ❞ ▬ 𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒; you're the unintentional victim to an attempt on King Arthur's life and wake up days later in bed, being tended to by your beloved knight. ★ gwaine x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; angst, fear of loss, mentions of poison, mentions of death. {if you notice anything else that i missed let me know}

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄; first fic of the new account <3 requested on an old one. this is kinda a sickfic? i sorta went with the reader being unwell without the whole disease route. i love this man sm ugh.

𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇; 1125 words.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ★ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Waking up to the feeling of a damp cloth being dabbed at your forehead, you slowly blinked open your eyes. The top of his shirt hanging open, sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly dishevelled, Gwaine looked tired. Attempting to wriggle into a more comfortable position, you groaned at the much your entire body ached.

“Hey,” Gwaine said softly, a small smile forming as he looked down at you, “Don’t try and move, sweetheart, you’re still very sick.”

You wanted to cry, your head felt like it was about to explode or topple right off your body. Your neck was as stiff as a board and your throat felt like gravel. “How long was I-” you began, croaking like a frog before he shushed you.

“You’ve been asleep for three days,” he explained, “Gaius thinks it should only be three more before the poison is fully out of your system.”

You frowned at that. Poison?

“At the feast,” he said, knowing just what you were thinking, “Sir Arnold’s serving girl put something in the wine. Apparently, it was intended for Arthur but it didn’t reach him funnily enough. Leon and Harry’s wife, Lady Evans also drank some.”

“I-” you started, not really having any thought of what to say. Your eyes began to water and hot tears began down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey, ssh,” Gwaine whispered, reaching out to wipe your cheeks just as fast as they were wetted, “it’s okay now, you’re alright. Gaius had all the ingredients on hand and administered the antidote within the hour. More than long enough to make you better.” He continued to brush your cheek even after you stopped crying.

Putting the rag down on the cupboard at your bedside, he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and rose from his chair. “I had Merlin prepare you some soup in case you woke,” he said as he fetched the bowl from the table. As he returned with it, he lifted the spoon to his mouth to taste it. You frowned.

“Can’t be too careful,” he said, sitting back in his chair. He shuffled it forwards until his knees were pressed against the bed. Taking another spoonful, he held it to your lips. “Just have as much as you can, darling.”

Still relatively warm, it went down smoothly and helped the dry ache of your throat. You had a couple more spoonfuls until you swallowed too fast and began to cough. Gwaine was quick to put down the bowl and spoon before helping you sit up against the pillows.

“I’ll pour you some water.” He took the jug from beside him and filled the goblet that sat next to it. Sipping it slightly, he waited a moment before handing it to you, gently helping tip some into your mouth for you to gulp down. When you put your hand up to say you had enough he put it back.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you breathed, voice steadier than before.

“You’re not having a sip of anything again until it’s passed my lips first,” he vowed, his tone suggesting he was joking but his eyes saying otherwise. Reaching out, you took hold of his hand where it rested on his knee. He gripped your fingers tightly as you smiled at him.

“Have you eaten today?” you asked. He looked down for a moment, chuckling at your ability to be concerned even while you were the one who had so recently faced death.

“Not yet.”

“And when did you last sleep?”

“Not since you’ve been unwell,” he admitted, preparing himself for your disapproval.

“Go to bed, Gwaine,” you whispered, “there’s no sense in us both looking half-dead.”

He leaned forward and kissed your brow. “You’re a fool if you think I’m letting you out of my sight until you’re up and walking around.”

“Don’t be cruel to yourself,” you said, staring up into his eyes, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles, “you’ll end up bedridden if you don’t eat and sleep. Finish the soup.”

“That’s for you, my darling,” he said.

“I’m not hungry. Finish it and come ‘ere.” You patted the empty spot on the bed next to you.

“Only for you, my love.”

Not bothering with the spoon, he tipped the bowl back and drank the rest of the soup. When he got up to take off his boots you noticed his sword leaning unsheathed against the wall nearby. Just in reach, you thought which made your heart sink. He grabbed it before he plodded around to his side of the bed. After putting it on his bedside cabinet, he climbed onto the bedding and inched closer to you.

“Expecting a hostile intruder?” you asked.

“You never know who’s gonna try to take you away from me,” he said, wriggling into a comfortable position beside you. Retaking your hand, he brought it to his lips and laid a kiss to your knuckles before holding it to his chest. Shoulders pressed together, you let out a deep breath, eyes falling shut again.

“I’d never let them,” you murmured, “you’re stuck with me.”

“Good.” He was silent for a while before adding: “I thought I was gonna lose you. For a while there it didn’t look like… Gaius wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

Shifting with a slight wince, you turn to look at him better. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and he turned his head towards you.

“I’m okay, Gwaine,” you said, “I promise. It’s okay now. I’m safe.”

“No thanks to me,” he breathed, the fear in his voice breaking your heart.

“You didn’t know, how could you have?”

“I don’t know, but I just sat there for a minute. After you fell out of your seat and I had you in my arms. You were so fucking still and I just… I couldn’t move. Percival grabbed you and ran to Gaius. If he’d been any slower, if I’d- you would’ve died because of me.”

Scooching closer, you let go of his hand and wrapped your arm around his middle. He lifted his arm to put it behind your back allowing you to press your cheek into his chest. “You were in shock, it’s not your fault.”

“But it would’ve been.”

“No,” you insisted, “whoever put the poison in the wine is to blame, no one else.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, not entirely taking your word for it now, “never again. I’ll protect you from anything and everything, whatever it takes.”

“You’re too good to me,” you said, kissing his cheek, “my handsome knight.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart,” he said, “now go back to sleep, you need to rest.”

“You best go to sleep too.”

“Of course,” he said, “Sweet dreams, darling.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄; hope you enjoyed <3 if you have any ideas, suggestions, or comments please comment on this post, dm me or drop your thoughts in my inbox! i’d love to talk to you :))

#gwaine x reader #merlin bbc #merlin bbc fanfiction #eoin macken #🎱; writing #sir gwaine #gwaine #sir gwaine x reader

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 9 months

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Never thought that it would end like this

Here it is! My piece for @merwainefest day 7: free day.

Here on ao3 for those on there!

On the training ground, Gwaine gets distracted as Merlin walks past.

Gwaine was feeling rather stupid. He had been too distracted during training to focus properly on the blows Leon was raining down upon him, and now had a nasty gash on his arm that needed looking into. Now, he was sat at the side of the training field as the others kept at it. But, the reason for his distraction was the one tending to the open slice on his forearm.

Merlin.

It wasn’t Gwaine’s fault that Merlin’s arse was the meaning of ‘perky’, and the way his hair caught in the sunlight was too hard for Gwaine to miss. So when Merlin had walked past the training field and bent over at the crucial moment, Gwaine’s eyes went over Leon’s shoulder instead of focusing on the sword that caught Gwaine completely off guard, and blood running down his arm.

Leon hadn’t stopped apologising, even though that’s the whole point of training, Gwaine had told him. But Leon was Leon, and wouldn’t stop fretting until Merlin had come over and told Gwaine to follow him, heading over to a nearby tent, which inside had a basket of bandages and other medicinal items that he stocked for the training ground every morning for these exact moments. Fortunately, Gwaine walked off the field neck-and-neck with Merlin, so he wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ again.

Gwaine felt guilty. It wasn’t right to ogle when Merlin wasn’t aware, and Gwaine knew it. Maybe he’ll say something. Just maybe.

Merlin pulled the basket and asked Gwaine to sit, which he did. Gwaine rested his injured arm on his lap and stared at Merlin’s hand. The young man was working with such dexterity and Gwaine could only watch patiently. His arm hurt, that was true, but he could wait a little longer to watch Merlin at work.

Gwaine thought he heard Merlin mention something, but shrugged and ‘hmm’d in response. He was still watching Merlin at work, collecting bottles, bandages and something resembling a spoon?

“Gwaine?” Merlin was smiling when Gwaine looked at him, and that almost did the knight in. Merlin’s toothy grin was his weakness, and in this close proximity to it? That smile was a lethal weapon. It could bring anyone to their knees.

He snapped back into the world, and nodded, “Yes?” He responded, not meeting Merlin’s eyes.

“Can you hold this for me?” Merlin held a jar of a sticky, amber-coloured liquid. It had a faint scent.

“Is that honey?” Gwaine asked, and went to dip his fingers in it to taste it.

Merlin’s smile widened as he withdrew the honey jar. “It’s not to eat,” he said softly with a small laugh, “but yes, it’s honey.”

Gwaine felt his cheeks heat up, as he did when he heard Merlin laugh, but hoped Merlin was too occupied with the jar or the cut or something else to notice. He held his hand out to take the jar, from Merlin, and as he did his fingers brushed Merlin’s. It was an innocent gesture, until he heard Merlin cough awkwardly. Gwaine looked up. Merlin’s face was also flushed.

“Merlin.”

The pair looked at each other. Gwaine swam in Merlin’s blue eyes for what felt like eternity and felt himself leaning forwards.

Merlin couldn’t take his eyes off the knight, but snapped out of the daze, shook his head, and looked away.

Gwaine leaned backwards. It was now or never.

“Merlin, has anyone ever told you…” Now or never, Gwaine, “…how blue your eyes are?” Merlin looked at him incredulously. “They’re more blue than the sky.”

“Um, thanks?” Merlin spoke quietly, spooning honey out of the jar and smearing it on Gwaine’s arm. “Honey is good to clean the wound, that’s good advice for you.”

Merlin kept talking, listing the medicinal properties of honey and other common plants and herbs, but Gwaine wasn’t really listening. He felt like he might explode. He was staring at Merlin’s lips. Gorgeous and lovely and inviting and kissable-

Gwaine leaned forward and kissed Merlin mid-word. It was a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Gwaine noticed Merlin had stopped moving and was staring right at Gwaine.

“What…?”

Gwaine breathed a very nervous laugh. Since when did Gwaine get nervous? “I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t do that.”

A pause. Neither of them moved, spoke, breathed.

“Was that ok?”

At first, Gwaine wasn’t sure if Merlin would respond at all. Merlin opened and closed his mouth, then finally said. “That was nice.”

Nice? “Nice?”

“Yes,” Merlin continued, “It was unexpected, but it was nice.” They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Merlin spoke again. “I really need to finish dressing this.”

“Yes, of course,” Gwaine held out the honey towards Merlin, but his sweaty palm wasn’t helping, so he held it balanced on his leg. His heart was racing. That was not a reaction he could have predicted. What would he do now? Merlin said it was ‘nice’, which was about as useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.

“Gwaine,” Merlin spoke as he took a bandage and started wrapping up Gwaine’s arm. “Is this how you truly feel?”

“Yes, Merlin, for a while now.” Gwaine paused, wondering how to say exactly how he felt. “You have no idea how hard it is seeing you every day around the castle with your perfect arse and gorgeous eyes and soft hands-”

“I think I do, Gwaine,” was Merlin’s response, and before Gwaine could even form a confused frown, Merlin’s lips were on his.

This kiss was longer, deeper, yet still soft, and full of desire and longing and wanting, from Gwaine and mirrored by Merlin. It was over far too soon for Gwaine’s liking and he was left wanting more.

Merlin pulled away and held a finger to Gwaine’s lips to stop him from protesting.

“Before you say anything, we can continue this later,” Merlin started with a smile on his lips, “but you need to get back out there or people might talk.”

“Oh, let them talk.” Gwaine swatted away Merlin’s hand and took Merlin’s chin with his good hand and kissed him deeply. Merlin, however, could only laugh and pull away.

“I would love for this to continue, but not now, Gwaine.” The knight pulled his best puppy dog eyes, but Merlin did not fall for it. Accepting defeat, Gwaine dropped his head and stood up. Merlin tidied the place and stood up, faced Gwaine and expressed, “You have no idea how happy I am that this happened, Gwaine, and I can’t wait for it to continue.” Gwaine couldn’t believe it either, and the fact that he was speechless made it much more apparent. He couldn’t remember a time he had been more lost for words.

“Now get out there, and show them all that your arm hasn’t fallen off. And, please put Arthur on his arse at least once.”

Gwaine beamed a huge grin across his face. “After you, my dear.” Gwaine bowed as Merlin laughed and walked past. Now was his chance.

Gwaine smacked Merlin’s backside as he left the tent.

Merlin looked back, rubbing his behind.

“Oi!”

#merwaine #mergwaine #merlin #merlin bbc #sir gwaine #merwaine fest #merwaine fest 2023 #merwainefest2023 #i hope you enjoy this!!!#i discovered merwaine fest far too late so this is my one entry in on time #however the other prompts look v ~tasty~ too #so might write some now but post later? would that be ok @ mods #or do i need to write them asap be included in this fest #anyway #merci #where_the_kissing_never_stops #wtkns #op #my works

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merlinrarepairfest · 5 months

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Round Up 3

We have made it through yet another week of fantastic works! As usual, you can find them beneath the cut <3

Title: A meeting most needed. Writer: ohmerthurcharm Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Mild blood, mention of death of minor character. Medium/Word Count: 4474 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Oswald/Ethan Up to 10 tags: Threesome, knife kink, Don/sub undertones, What if, Fix it fic

Summary:

What if Sir Oswald and Sir Ethan did not die? They travel to Camelot, mourning the loss of their Manservant. Merlin's warmth is a welcome to their tired minds, Arthur tells Merlin to give them a good time and he shall deliver.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51031120

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Title: Unforgettable Knight Writer: RedLlamas | @brayinghorses Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-con Word count: 2,291 Pairing/Main characters: Leon/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Unreliable Narrator, The Rising Sun Tavern (Merlin), Light Petting, Licking, Rough Sex

Summary:

Leon's on his night off, and when he spots Merlin from across the tavern, decides to assert his place as Prince Arthur's head knight.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51346480

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Title: Reunions Artist: Nebula5030 Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: Art Pairing/main characters: Elyan/Gwaine Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Established Relationship, Scars, Amnesia, Reunions, Implied hair cutting in a medical context, aka Short Hair Gwaine

Summary:

Elyan thought he had lost Gwaine months ago, after he had vanished from the citadel and never returned. Imagine his surprise when, on a border patrol only a day's ride from Camelot, he spots a familiar face working the farmlands...

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51353260

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Title: Cross your heart and hope to bi Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsupremacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: 13744 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwen/Arthur Up to 10 tags: Lacrosse , Polyamory, Alternate Universe - College/University, arthur is a jock, gwen is a jock, they're both jocks, merlin loves jocks

Summary:

Modern college/university au. Gwen and Arthur are dating, they're both seniors & jocks (lacrosse), Merlin is the freshman assigned to tutor them to pass some advanced class or they can't play

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50458846

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Title: Through The Trees Writer: lavender_spice | @lesbianlefay Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Medium/Word Count: 2.7k Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Morgana, Temporary Gwen/Lancelot, Implied Gwen/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Jennifer's Body AU, Horror, Succubi, Jealous Morgana, Possessive Morgana, Murder, Dry Humping

Summary:

If Gwen Smith knows one thing in her life, it's this: Morgana Pendragon is evil. Not teenage girl evil, mind you. Actually evil. Murderous, flesh-eating seductress evil.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51392029

#bbc merlin #merlin rare pair fest #round up post

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morri-draws · 2 months

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Gwaine x Reader - 'The Threads That Bind Us' - Chapter 3

Story Summary:

You, a humble dressmaker from Camelot’s lower town, are commissioned to make a new gown for Queen Guinevere. Impressed by your skills, she offers you the position of Royal Clothier. During your time in the castle, you catch the eye of one of the knights of King Arthur’s inner circle, Sir Gwaine. What starts as a sweet courtship is turned upside down when misfortune strikes and you must deal with the aftermath, as well as an unwelcome visit from Gwaine’s unpleasant sister.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Female Reader/Gwaine, set between seasons 4 and 5, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Words: 4,536

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With the finishing touches done, Sir Leon’s gambeson and Sir Gwaine’s cloak are complete. The day still being young, you plan to find the knights at morning training to inform them that their new garments are ready.

Passing through a covered walkway, you step into a grassy clearing, the clash of swords ringing through the air. The knights spar in the centre of the clearing, weapon racks and training dummies positioned around the perimeter.

Spotting Merlin leaning against one of the racks, you step up beside him and watch the sparring as the king shouts instruction from the sidelines. His damp hair tells you that he was involved in the mock-fight just moments ago. Eyes flicking between the helmeted knights, you manage to work out which is Sir Gwaine, by the curled ends of dark hair peeking out from under his helmet.

You nudge Merlin’s arm. “Having fun?”

He turns to you with a playful frown and shakes his head. “No, not really,”

“I just wanted to let Sir Gwaine and Sir Leon know that their new pieces are finished, if they could come to my chambers when convenient?”

“I’ll tell them to stop by after training,”

“Thank you Merlin,” You give him a smile and head back to your chambers.

A knock at your door some time later reveals Merlin.

“They are on their way, but I told them to wash first. They were dripping with sweat and stinking,” His nose wrinkles in disgust.

You laugh. “I appreciate that, Merlin. I would prefer if their new clothes aren’t immediately soiled,”

“That’s what I thought,” he grins. “Anyway, I’d better be off to clean Arthur’s sweaty clothes,”

“Sounds lovely,” You grimace. “See you around, Merlin,”

A short while later, Sir Leon arrives.

“Sir Leon, please come inside,”

You fetch his new gambeson as he enters the room. He’s out of his knight’s kit, wearing just a plain tunic and trousers, which make him appear even slimmer than usual. You approach with the gambeson in hand and assist him with putting it on, before preparing to fasten it in front, but Sir Leon has already begun to do so.

“I’m used to getting dressed myself,” He says, cheeks red.

You step back, allowing him to get a feel for the garment. He flexes his body, moving his arms around at different angles.

“This is very nice,” He says. “Extremely comfortable. Thank you,”

You bow your head. “Thank you, sir. I hope it serves you well,”

“Sir Gwaine might be some time. He was still preening when I left the armoury,” Sir Leon smirks.

You laugh. “Alright, I will try to be patient,”

He gives you an amused smile and leaves your chambers.

A while later, Sir Gwaine arrives.

“Finished making yourself presentable?” You ask as you answer the door.

He narrows his eyes. “Did Sir Leon mention something?”

“Mention something about what?” You feign ignorance.

“Never mind,” Gwaine steps inside.

You fetch his new cloak from the worktable and bring it over.

“Here we are, one new cloak, as requested,”

You drape it over his shoulders and align the front, fastening it. You focus intently on the metal buckle, very aware of how close you are to the knight. You can hear his breathing and are sure you can feel his gaze burning into the top of your head.

“There,” You say as you step back. “Give us a twirl,”

“Really? A twirl?”

“It’s important,” You suppress a smile.

Gwaine sighs and turns stiffly on the spot until he’s made a full rotation.

“Lacking grace, but it will do,” You say. “Are you happy with it?”

“I am, thank you,”

“And no more getting dragged behind horses,” You raise a stern finger.

Gwaine laughs. “Speaking of that, Camelot’s annual jousting tournament is approaching. I’ll be competing for the first time,”

“Oh, that’s exciting,” You smile.

“Perhaps, unless I make a complete fool of myself,” Gwaine grimaces. “I’m much more used to swordplay,”

“I’m sure you won’t, you do ever so much training,”

“That I do,” Gwaine laughs. “And it’ll be more so leading up to the tournament, so you may be deprived of my charming company,”

“I’ll bear it as best I can,”

“That being said, I must leave you now. Arthur will have Elyan, Percival and I learn the rules by heart. Theory as well as practice, he says,”

“Then I will wish you good day, and good luck,”

Gwaine gives a small bow and leaves your chambers.

With your first jobs as royal clothier now complete, and your chambers tidied, you decide to visit the queen to see if there is any more work for you.

The queen greets you when you knock on her chamber door, welcoming you inside.

“I have completed the knights’ new garments,” You say as you enter. “And I wondered if there might be more work for me,”

“I see that you aren’t one to be idle,” The queen says. “Now you mention it, there is another task you could do,”

She wanders over to the wardrobe and retrieves a red tunic.

“You see this,” She says, bringing it over and holding it up in front of the window. “It is threadbare, yet Arthur insists on still wearing it. They’re all like this. All the tunics he has, he’s had since he was still the prince,”

You inspect the garment and can indeed see the daylight shining through, in between the threads of the fabric’s weave.

“When he wears it, you can see through it. He almost might as well be shirtless,”

You stifle a laugh. Gwen sees and breaks into a smile.

“Excuse my ranting,” She laughs. “Anyway, I would like you to make some new tunics for him,”

“Would you like them to be made of a finer fabric to reflect his station?” You ask.

“Arthur isn’t one to wear fine things or flaunt his wealth. He’s always dressed simply,”

You nod thoughtfully. “Perhaps finely woven linen then? Not too fancy, but still good quality,”

“That sounds perfect for him,”

“Excellent. If you could send him my way when he has a free moment, I can get his measurements and make a start on the new tunics,”

“I will. Thank you, (Y/N),”

You turn to leave.

“Before you go,” Gwen says. “You may have noticed the extra bustle around the castle. We’re getting ready for the annual jousting tournament,”

“Oh yes, Sir Gwaine told me of it,”

“Well, I was wondering if you would be my special guest to the event. You can sit with me in the stands and we can watch the tournament together,”

You smile. “I would be honoured to go with you,”

Early the next morning, shortly after you’ve taken the last bite of your breakfast, there’s a knock at your door. You answer to find the king of Camelot.

“Welcome, sire. Please do come in,” You hold the door open so the king may enter, while sinking into a low curtsy.

He’s casually dressed, wearing one of the threadbare red tunics.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” He asks.

“Yes, sire,”

“Guinevere is very pleased with your work. She looks beautiful in the gown you made for her,”

A warmth floods through you at the king’s high praise.

“Thank you, sire. It fills me with happiness to hear you say so,”

The king smiles. “So, where do you need me?”

“Oh, just over here,” You direct him to the spot beside your worktables.

You grab your tape measure and begin taking measurements, marking them all down in a new page in your journal.

“Will it just be the new tunics today, sire?”

“Yes thank you, (Y/N),”

You take some bolts of fabric off the shelves, in different shades of red.

“Just come in front of the mirror please,”

“I hope you have enjoyed your time in the castle so far?” He says as he steps in front of the mirror. “Let me know if there is anything else you need,”

“I am very happy with my situation,” You reply. “I have generous chambers with ideal lighting and workspace for my trade, and I live amongst good company,”

Taking up one of the bolts of fabric, you unwrap it partially, draping the end over one of the king’s shoulders.

“Does that good company include Sir Gwaine?” He asks.

You spot his playful smile in the mirror, as well as your own reddening cheeks. You turn your gaze away in an attempt to hide that fact.

“It does include him, since everyone I’ve met so far has been kind,”

Glancing quickly back at the mirror, the king’s eyes are studying your reflection.

“He talks about you a lot,” He adds, giving a knowing smile as he spots your face reddening further. “Sir Gwaine is a good man,”

“Yes sire,” You reply weakly, wanting this part of the conversation to be over before your face resembles a beetroot.

You clear your throat and focus your attention back on your work.

“I have a scarlet linen here,” You pull the end of the fabric taut against the king’s chest. “Also if you want something more subdued, I have this one, which is more of a burgundy,”

You swap out the scarlet for the other colour, draping it over his shoulder in the same way.

“I’ll take a tunic in each colour,” The king says. “Do you also have some kind of… dark blue?”

“I should have, sire. I’ll just look at my stocks,”

You rest the bolt of burgundy linen down on the table and return to your shelves, retrieving a bolt of rich blue linen, and one of a more muted shade of blue. You take them to the king and hold them out for him to inspect.

“I have these shades of blue in the same linen as the reds,”

The king looks between them thoughtfully.

“I think that one,” He points to the muted blue. “It always pays to have something to make me look less like the king of Camelot,”

You look at him quizzically. Noticing your confusion, he adds:

“Some missions require me to be… unknown,”

You nod. “I see, sire. So, a tunic in the scarlet, one in burgundy and one in the blue here?”

“Yes that would be perfect, thank you (Y/N),” Arthur heads for the door. “Let me know when they’re finished,”

Next thing you know, he’s gone. You suppose he must be a very busy man.

In the time leading up to the tournament, you spend the days working on Arthur’s tunics and the nights reworking one of your old bodices. Since you will be going as the queen’s guest, you want to look your best, so you replace the old outer fabric with a red and gold brocade, the colours to show support for the competing knights of Camelot, or perhaps just one knight in particular.

On the morning of the tournament, you dress in a grey-brown skirt and a white blouse with your reworked red and gold bodice over the top, laced with gold ribbon. You fix your hair into a braided up-do, and since it threatens to be a chilly day, throw a plain shawl over your shoulders before you head out from the castle and begin your walk to the jousting pitch, which is situated just outside the city’s walls.

You make your way through the lower town, the streets bustling and buzzing with citizens excited for the day’s events. You catch bits of conversation here and there, about who will be competing and who has competed in the past, as well as things that have happened at previous tournaments. One such piece of gossip alarms you, and you quicken your pace, weaving through the crowd to get to the pitch as fast as you can.

You know you’ve made it to your destination when your vision is swamped with multi-coloured striped tents. Servants and participants rush about between the tents, appearing from and disappearing into the sea of striped canvas. How will you know where to find Gwaine?

You begin your helpless walk through the sea of colour when you spot a familiar face headed your way.

“Merlin!” You shout above the noise.

He looks up from the plate armour he is carrying and heads your way.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” He asks.

“Do you know where I can find Sir Gwaine?”

“He’s in that tent there,” He turns and points behind him, to a tent in a north-eastern direction from where you’re standing.

“Thank you Merlin,”

You rush off immediately and approach the tent, stopping outside the entrance flap for a moment to listen. You hear two voices inside, one which you are certain is Gwaine’s. Pulling the tent flap aside, you step inside. Gwaine looks up with surprise from where a squire is helping him into his kit.

“(Y/N), I wasn’t expecting you,” He says, brows raised. “You realise it is customary to knock before entering?”

“How is one to knock on a tent?”

“Fair point. Well, you should have announced yourself at least. What if I had been in a state of undress?” He teases with a grin.

Given your current state of anxiety, you give no reply but a concerned frown. Gwaine’s expression drops.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

The squire steps away from Gwaine and busies himself with something else.

“I heard people talking on the way here about past tournaments,” You say. “They said that once, a splinter from one of the lances pierced a knight’s throat and he bled to death,”

“(Y/N),” He steps closer. “If that even did happen, it would have been a long time ago,”

“How do you know that? How do you know it won’t happen again today?”

“Let me show you something,” He leads you to an armour stand. “You see this?” He points to a section at the top of the breastplate, where another metal plate sticks out just under the neckline. “This here is to protect against things like that,”

You inspect the armour and, thinking about how jousting is performed, see that he is right.

“The most injury I might get today is some bruising,” Gwaine says reassuringly.

You hang your head with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,”

“Hey,” He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to know someone’s worried about me,” He smiles.

“I really should get going,” You say. “The queen will be waiting for me,”

“The queen?”

“She invited me to attend as her guest,”

“Then I shall look for you in the royal stand,”

You nod and turn to leave.

“(Y/N),”

You turn around.

“You look lovely today. Did you make your outfit yourself?”

“Of course,” You smile and exit the tent.

You find the queen waiting outside the entrance to the stands.

“So sorry I’m late,” You say as you rush toward her.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been waiting long,” She smiles. “Shall we head in?”

You and Gwen climb the stairs to the royal stands, where two ornate chairs stand in the middle for the king and queen, and a smaller chair beside the one on the left has been placed for you. The queen takes her seat in the left of the larger chairs and you sit down beside her. The king’s seat remains empty at first, until he joins about ten minutes later. He smiles and greets you and Gwen as he sits down, peering into the lists below with anticipation.

Once the tournament is opened and announcements are made, the first contestants come onto the field. A knight mounts his horse at the east end of the lists, his heraldry telling that he is a knight of Camelot.

“That’s my brother, Sir Elyan,” Gwen leans over to speak in your ear. “It’s his first time competing,”

“Then I wish him good luck,” You smile. “Though I must admit, I do not know the rules of jousting, so I’m afraid I won’t know when to cheer for him,”

“Honestly, I don’t either,” Gwen grins. “Every time I think I’ve grasped it, there turns out to be a new rule I didn’t know of. Just applaud when the rest of the crowd does, that’s what I do,”

You laugh and turn your attention back to the lists, where Sir Elyan and his opponent are preparing. The king cheers from his seat, shouting encouragement.

“I can tell Arthur wishes he was down there in the thick of it,” Gwen says.

Below, the two knights charge toward one another, lances pointing up, but lowering as they approach. Sir Elyan’s lance taps against his opponent’s shoulder, but does not break. The crowd gives a subdued cheer.

“It’s not worth as many points if the lance does not break,” Gwen explains.

You nod and clap along with the crowd.

The match continues and the next two points are earned by Sir Elyan’s opponent, eliminating Elyan from the remainder of the competition. Next up of the knights of Camelot is Sir Percival, a large knight wearing questionable armour, his arms bared for all to see. He wins the majority of points and gets through to the next round. After Sir Percival’s round, Sir Gwaine is announced. He mounts his horse with the assistance of a squire, who then passes the knight his helmet and lance. Steering his horse into position, he looks to the stands and spots you, bowing his head with a smile. The horn marking the start of the round sounds and Gwaine hastily dons his helmet and urges his horse into a gallop. The two knights proceed and Gwaine’s opponent strikes him in the chest, splinters flying in all directions. Your gut clenches as you frantically look him over, but finding no sign of injury, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

“He should have focused!” You say.

“He had more important things on his mind, it seems,” Gwen smirks.

The knights return to their starting positions and begin the next pass. Gwaine doesn’t look to the stands this time, his focus entirely on his opponent. He lowers his lance, his horse’s hooves pounding beneath him. His lance strikes his opponent square in the chest. You shout and applaud enthusiastically. Gwaine turns his horse around and removes his helmet, finding you in the crowd again. He grins and crosses an arm over his chest, bowing, before putting his helmet back on and returning to his starting position. Hooves pound and lances fall, Gwaine striking his opponent again. You stand, cheering and smacking your hands together with glee. When the knights leave the field and you sit down again, Gwen leans over to speak to you.

“Sir Gwaine has beginners’ luck, he is through to the next round,” She smiles. “There is an intermission now. We can stretch our legs and get some refreshments,”

You and Gwen exit the stands and head to a make-shift food market that’s been set up just outside the jousting pitch. Food and drink stalls stand in rows through the grassy clearing, serving the townsfolk and nobles alike, since all are welcome to watch the tournament. Just as you turn to ask Gwen where she would like to go, a knight approaches.

“Elyan,” Gwen greets him with a smile. “This is my friend, (Y/N),” She introduces you.

“So you are (Y/N)?” He says with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last. I’ve heard so much about you,”

“Only favourable things, I hope?”

“Do not fear, I’ve heard only the best of things,” He smiles mischievously, as if amused at an inside joke.

“You did well in the joust,” Gwen says.

“Is that what you call doing well?” Elyan shakes his head.

“But you are a beginner to the sport,” You say. “To compete for the first time, in front of such a crowd, takes great courage. Even the most skilled jousters, including the king himself, were once in your place. You can only improve from now,”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Elyan says earnestly. “That is very kind of you,”

Gwen gives you a warm smile.

“Let me get you ladies something to drink, I’ll be right back,” Elyan turns around and heads toward a nearby drinks stand.

“Elyan can be very hard on himself,” Gwen says. “Thank you for your kind words,”

You smile in reply, and Elyan returns a few moments later, a tankard in each hand. He passes you and Gwen one each, filled with warm mead.

“What about for yourself?” Gwen asks.

“There’ll be plenty of time for drinking later with the other knights,” He grins.

You take a sip of your drink, the warm honey sweetness pleasant on your tongue.

“Sir Gwaine did quite well, don’t you think (Y/N)?” Elyan asks.

“Yes, very well. You must be proud of him,” You reply.

“I am, I just hope he doesn’t boast about it too much later,”

“Known to do that, is he?”

“If he’s in the mood,” Elyan shrugs playfully. “I should head back and see how the others are doing. Very nice to meet you, (Y/N),”

He gives a smile to you and Gwen and heads toward the tents.

After your drinks are finished, you return the tankards to the merchant stall and go back to your seats in the jousting stands. You watch all the knights who made it to the second round, including Gwaine, who wins again, making it through to the third round along with Sir Leon who, as Gwen informs you, has been participating in the annual joust for years.

The third round commences and you watch Gwaine’s turn with bated breath, but having made it this far along with other very skilled participants, he loses the round and is disqualified from the remainder of the competition. You applaud him all the same as he leaves the pitch, giving him a small smile and wave when he looks at you in the stands.

You stay by Gwen’s side for the remainder of the tournament, though you are altogether bored with the competition, being that the only competitor you cared to cheer for is no longer in the running. But you still applaud politely for each winner, until at last the tournament is called to a close. The king quits the stands first to go to congratulate the winners, before you and Gwen leave, beginning a leisurely walk back to the castle.

Some way up the path, you spot Gwaine speaking with a woman. His expression and movements suggest some frustration. As you approach, he glances up and spots you, saying something to the woman before they both head your way.

“My lady,” He addresses Gwen. “May I introduce my sister, Erika. Erika, this is Queen Guinevere,”

Erika dips into a low curtsy, her long dark hair swaying with the movement. “An absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady,”

Gwen inclines her head. “A pleasure to meet you, Erika. Welcome to Camelot,”

Erika glances to you, her expression unsure. You notice a likeness between the brother and sister. Erika and Gwaine share the same shape of nose and eye colour. But while her eyes may be the same shade, they do not contain the same softness as Gwaine’s do.

“And this,” Gwaine gestures to you. “Is Lady (Y/N),”

You shoot Gwaine a quizzical look as Erika dips into a much shallower curtsy, and mouth at him: Lady? He replies with a grimace.

“Nice to meet you, Lady (Y/N),” Erika says.

“A pleasure to meet you too, Erika,” You reply. “What brings you to Camelot?”

“Oh, I thought I should see how my dear brother is doing,” She grasps Gwaine’s arm with a smile. “He’s been here, becoming a knight and having all sorts of fun, while his poor sister was left behind, in the same old city with the same old people, bored to death,”

“I hope you will find some amusement during your stay in Camelot, then,” Gwen says.

“Indeed, my lady, it seems a charming sort of place,” Erika says. “On that note, you absolutely must introduce me to your fellow knights, Gwaine,”

She tugs on his arm.

“Good day to you both,” Gwaine says to you and Gwen as Erika steers him away, toward the tents.

You and Gwen say goodbye, before continuing the way you came.

“That was… a bit strange,” Gwen says.

“Indeed. She seems… fun,”

You both laugh.

“Speaking of fun, I’ve learned of a textile market that is famous for its beautiful silks. It is some distance to go, but I was wondering if you might like to make an outing of it and go together?” Gwen asks.

“I would love to go,” You reply.

“We should head out three days from now, if we’re to get there before it’s finished.”

“That works for me,” You smile excitedly.

Once you reach the castle courtyard, you say goodbye to Gwen and head up to your chambers. After making a simple dinner, you decide to get an early night since you feel quite exhausted from the day’s activities.

You take down your hair, about to get ready for bed, when there’s a knock at your door. Curious about who might be visiting at this hour, you exit your bedroom and answer the door to find Gwaine.

He glances at your hair. “I’m sorry if I’ve disturbed you,”

“Not at all,” You reply. “Is everything alright?”

He sighs. “I wanted to talk with you earlier, but my sister has been interfering since she got here,”

“Did you know she was coming?”

“No, I didn’t. I was just getting ready to head to the armoury when she suddenly showed up, saying she’d come for a visit,”

You give a sympathetic frown. “Well since you’re here now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Gwaine perks up. “I’ve got a day free, three days from now, and I wanted to ask… if you’d like to go on a picnic with me?” He smiles.

“Oh,” You frown. “I would love to, but I’m afraid I’ve already made plans with the queen,”

“I see…”

“I’m so sorry Gwaine, perhaps another day?”

He puts a hand on his hip, looking down thoughtfully.

“What about tomorrow? Are you free?”

“I can be,” You smile. “I have no firm plans,”

“Excellent. We can go tomorrow then, if that suits?”

“It does, but won’t you have duties to attend to, or training?”

“I’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Gwaine grins. “I’ll come by tomorrow before breakfast. We’ll take a couple horses to a nice spot I know of not too far from the castle,”

“That sounds wonderful,”

“It’s set then! I’ll see you in the morning,” He turns to leave.

“Gwaine,”

He looks back.

“You did very well in the joust today,” You smile. “You should be proud of yourself,”

He grins. “I couldn’t very well make a fool of myself while you were watching, could I?”

You laugh. “I would have cheered for you all the same,”

He looks down sheepishly, but with a smile still on his lips. “Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams,” He glances up at you through his dark lashes.

“Goodnight, Gwaine. See you tomorrow,”

#gwaine x reader #gwaine #sir gwaine #merlin fic #bbc merlin fic #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #my writing

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inlove-and-dying · 1 year

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Sir Gwaine x gn!child!reader (!!PLATONIC!!)

summary: reader is the cousin of Sir Gwaine. their father, Gwaine's Uncle, was became abusive to the reader after his wife cheats on him. the reader escapes and finds a group who takes them in. the group is killed, reader is injured, and barely stumbles into the city before passing out.

warnings: child abuse, murder, death, slight gore, injuries, angst, mentions of blood, serious!Gwaine

Gwaine's father and yours were brothers. they served as knights under the same king. Gwaine's father was slain in battle, leaving yours devastated. after overcoming his grief several years later, he married and had a child. but it shortly started to seem like his grief was still there in his subconscious. waiting. after discovering that your mother had cheated on him, that grief took a new form: anger. your mother had left, so the only person he could take that anger out on was you.

you had endured until you were twelve, when finally you built up the courage to run away. your father was away, scouting for your king, as there was a threat of an enemy nearby. you took advantage of the opportunity. the previous day you had discovered peddlers in your village. they were travelers, and would soon be out of town. you told them your story and they agreed to take you with when they moved.

their next destination was Camelot. perfect. you had a cousin there. a knight serving King Arthur. from what you had heard, Arthur was a fairer king then yours was, so surely, if your cousin was one of his knights, he had to be a good person.

you packed few things, merely the essentials. you met the travelers in the spot you decided on and departed on your journey.

your freedom was short-lived, however. you were only a few days into your trip when bandits came upon your group. everyone was killed, and there was an arrow in your side. you had barely made it inside the city when you passed out from the loss of blood.

~~~

you woke up in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets, and a distinct smell of herbs. you looked around. this was unlike any place you had seen before. your side stung. there was a bandage wrapped around your injury. you tried to stand up, but before you had the chance, a black haired boy walked into the room, carrying a bowl. his eyes grew wide before he said, "don't stand up. we just got the wound to stop bleeding, you could reopen it."

reversing your actions, you said, "where am I?"

"you're in the Court Physicians lodging (A/N: Idk what's it's called and I didn't want to say chambers because that's like his room)," said the boy. " you were found unconscious near the edges of the city by a Knight. he barely got you here in time, if he was any later you might not have survived. I'm the Court Physician's apprentice, Merlin."

"I'm Y/N," you said.

"well, Y/N, why are you here? I've never seen you before. do you live in Camelot?" he asked.

"no. I don't. I'm from a nearby kingdom. I was with a group of travelers, but we were attacked by bandits. i think everyone else died," you said. "I escaped from my father. he abused me. I came here because my cousin is a Knight here, and I thought he might be willing to help me. I don't know, though. I've never met him."

"I'm sure he will, King Arthur's Knights are only people he knows that are just. they have to be, the King has to trust them with his life."

"that's what I hoped. his name is Gwaine. is it possible that I could talk to him?" you asked.

"Gwaine?" his tone was a shocked one. "your cousin?"

"is that so shocking?"

"not shocking necessarily. just surprising. he said he didn't have any family left. here," he said, handing you the bowl. "eat. build your strength. I'll talk to Gwaine. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."

then he left.

~~~

several hours passed before Merlin's return. following him was a man with long, dark hair who wore chainmail armor.

"Y/N, this is Gwaine. Gwaine, this is the child I told you about, Y/N," said Merlin. "I'll leave you alone, I'll be just outside if you need anything."

"so, you're F/N's child?" he asked after a long silence.

"if you could even call me that. I was more of his punching bag," you said.

"he abused you?"

you nodded.

"that sounds just like him," he sighed.

"did you know him?"

"I did. he refused to help my mother. so did the King. he was the closest thing I had to a father and he left us behind. I'm just sorry you had to put up with him so long."

"I don't have to anymore, and that's what matters. I was hoping that you'd be able to help me? it's not like I exactly have a mother. it's honestly her fault that he started anyway."

there was a confused look on his face, before you continued, "she cheated on him, he found out, she left, he starting hitting me."

"I'm... so sorry. I can't imagine how that must have felt."

"it's fine. I'm sure I'll deal with it. but, you're my only family left. do you think I could..."

he finished your sentence. "stay here?" you nodded.

he smiled. "of course you can," he said.

you returned his smile. "thank you so much," you said.

"of course. I wouldn't just leave you alone. I know how that feels."

God, you could only imagine.

but for now, you had better focus on healing.

and maybe sleeping.

you had just noticed how tired you are.

there was a knock and Merlin came in.

"Gwaine, Arthur wants you," he said.

Gwaine nodded. "I'll be there in just a moment."

Merlin nodded back and closed the door.

"Y/N," he said. "I wish you that best of luck on your recovery."

you smiled, and then he left.

you actually had a future now, didn't you?

yes, you did.

(pt 2 maybe coming soon)

#merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin x reader #merlin bbc x reader #bbc merlin x reader #sir gwaine #sir gwaine x reader

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amyreadsandstresses · 1 year

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AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

Here we go! We have returned! This time with some BBC Sherlock, BBC Merlin and Stranger Things

*Complications - EstravenAi

20k, 15/15, Johnlock, Medical Trauma, Permanent Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending

Heat and noise...

After John is seriously injured during a case, he and Sherlock must deal with the fallout.

*The Imaginary Boyfriend - Oliver_966

2k, 1/1, Johnlock, The Yard finds out, Humor, Angst, Fluff, Married Johnlock

John and Sherlock met after Johns first leave, and have been in a relationship for years. Sherlock hasn't ever mentioned this to anyone at the Yard, and when he does they turn it into a joke. Sherlock doesn't care though of course, because he knows his John is real.

*Illusory Correlation and Confirmation Bias - VanillaBroompolish

10k, 6/6, Johnlock, Greg is a good friend, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Relationship Reveal

Looking back, there were a few things that should’ve tipped Greg off long before that night at the pub. A few things Sherlock left fairly obvious, that on reflection, made Greg question how he’d gotten his job in the first place.

*Limits - WhatLocked

41k, 23/23, Johnlock, Baby Watson, Mentions of Infidelity, Mary Ships Johnlock, Mycroft is a good brother and uncle, Arguments and Confusion, Fluff and Smut

Basically, John leaves, without a trace, after discovering that Mary has left and the baby is not his.

Sherlock gets frantic, Mycroft gets sassy and limits are reached.

Sherlock somehow acquires a baby that he didn't expect to meet and eventually John comes home.

That is when things get tricky...

*Sharp Angles and Thin Measurements - wistfulpisces

TRIGGER WARNING, 1k, 1/1, Sherlock-centric, OCD, Eating Disorders, Unilock, Stream of consciousness

Sherlock has always been sharply aware of his body.

Perhaps too aware for his own good.

*For Now and Always - merpancake

996, 1/1, Merwaine, Proposal, Short and lovely

It was a joke, surely just meant to be a joke, but- suddenly Gwaine could see a future unrolling in front of him like a tapestry.

*Mornings - ShipsUncloaking

320, 1/1, Merwaine, Short and Fluffy

Merlin and Gwaine have been married for a year, and at this point their morning routine is pretty much set in stone.

*to spill soup (down someone else's front) - southfarthing

615, 1/1, Gwen & Merlin, Gwen/Arthur, Fluff and Humor

A visiting noble says something rude. Merlin and Gwen try to out-friend each other.

*the things that you hold - EachPeachPearPlum

1k, 1/1, Merwaine, Gwen/Lancelot/Arthur, Magic Reveal, Fluff

“I’m a sorcerer,” Merlin announces, the second Gwaine closes his bedroom door behind himself (our bedroom, Gwaine would insist, but Merlin’s been hesitating on that, holding back until Gwaine knows all of him, because how can anything be theirs when Merlin is keeping so much from him).

Gwaine stares at him, somewhere between a little bit startled and actually alarmed, and Merlin curses internally. Idiot, he tells himself. You idiot, this wasn’t the plan.

*Little Miracles - Lola_Rose_Robins

3k, 1/1, No Slah, Parent Merlin, Parent Arthur, Queer Platonic Relationship, Family Fuff, Adoption

One of Merlin and Gaius' patients dies in childbirth, leaving behind two young children with nowhere to go. Merlin decides to take them in and pretty soon the entire castle is fully on board.

*A Golden Coin (With Two Sides) - Lilmia_Casand

939, 1/1, Merthur, Fluff

Merlin gets hit by a spell that gives him dragonish tendencies, it's really too bad that Arthur's hair is as golden as Merlin's brand new hoard. Because Merlin might try to hoard Arthur and that would just be- soft, fuffly, adorable. I could go on.

*It's The Little Things - KellyDrake6

1k, 1/1, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen, Language of Flowers, Fluff, Hugging

Arthur notices Merlin hasn't smiled in awhile so gives him flowers to cheer him up

*Faithful Are the Wounds of a Friend - VikingSong

4k, 1/1, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen, Knights of the Round Table, Scar reveal, Magic reveal, Angst and Humor and a Happy Ending

Arthur catches sight of a scar on Merlin’s back which he can’t explain, so he asks each of the members of the Round Table if they’ve seen it, too. They have...but it wasn’t the same scar.

*The resident oddball - Lola_Rose_Robins

4k, 1/1, Aroace Merlin, Aroace Leon, Stimming, Oblivious Arthur, Autistic Merlin, George is a good friend, Arthur knows about Merlin's magic

Merlin's autistic, he's got some sensory issues, his friends help him.

*Cloth Armour Series - a_chilleus

2 works, 6k, No Slash, Autistic Merlin, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Era, Sensory Overload

He brushed his hand over the smooth metal of the freshly polished helmet, smiling at the cold texture, before picking up the breastplate. He carefully wiped the mud off the shoulders, revelling in the soft swish sound of the cloth against the metal, moving slowly simply to draw out the satisfying sound for longer. There was no hurry.

*Scenes From A Summer - vensre

2K, 1/1, Merthur, Autistic Merlin, First Kiss, Gwen, Gaius, Hunith

If Merlin had Asperger Syndrome on top of being magical, his life might be something like this.

*Taking a Chance - cordeliadelayne

2k, 1/1, Lancelot/Merlin, Arthur is a good friend, Light Angst, Getting Together

Merlin doesn't think that having something of his very own is too much to ask, not this once.

*On Shapes and Stories - TyalanganD

2k, 1/1, No Slash, Dyslexia, Light Angst, Humor

The spell book that Gaius gave Merlin upon his arrival in Camelot, is a really precious gift. It would be even more precious if Merlin could fucking read.

*Breathe - kriadydragon

9k, 1/1, Gen, PTSD, Friendship, Torture, Hurt/Comfort

Merlin saves the day - yet again - when he manages to get an injured Arthur and knights to safety. But Merlin's troubles are far from over when an investigation into what had happened to the king and knights leaves him in a bad way, and now it's Arthur and Gwaine's turn to be there for him.

*In Deep and Out of Control - LFB72

5k, 2/2, Gen, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury

Arthur and Merlin are trapped with no means of escape. Merlin is injured and struggles to control himself as a past trauma comes back to haunt him

*The Time Tried our Souls, and Through the Darkness we Overcame - mollrach13

8k, 1/1, Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Healing, Torture, Magic Reveal

A fill for this prompt at kinkme_merlin: Merlin goes through a lot of trauma and has gotten very used to hiding it, moving on (or at least appearing to), and coping silently and without anyone noticing, because most of the time no one can know something happened. One day something traumatic happens to him, which everyone knows about, and everyone is waiting for Merlin to snap, only for him to...not. Arthur is caught between worried and suspicious, and sets about to get to the bottom of this.

*The Burning Truth - FoiblePNoteworthy

2k, 1/1, Gen, Magic Reveal, Drama, Merlin's Backstory

“My Father was a sorcerer,” Merlin said into the silence.

*Darker State of Grace - Nabula5030

6k, 1/1, Merwaine, Gaius & Merlin, Trauma, Serket Stings, PTSD, Scar Reveal, Chronic Pain, Physician Merlin

While on a patrol gone wrong, Gwaine leaps between Merlin and a serket, taking the sting himself.

*Over, Under, Around, and Through to the Heart - anarchycox

4k, 1/1, Merwaine, Arthur Pendragon, Elyan, Gwen, Fluff, Minor Angst, Secret Courtship, Happy Feels

In Ealdor, you court someone by braiding their hair. Gwaine does not know this. Merlin knows Gwaine does not know this. Which means that braiding Gwaine's hair can be just because Merlin wants to, not because he is really courting the man.

He is really courting the man.

*No Badges to Wear - mollrach13

12k, 7/7, Merwaine, Getting Together, Angst and Romance, Scars

“You could do with a good mark. How a man trails around after King Trouble-Magnet for years without a mark on him is an impressive feat.”

Merlin stills under his touch. It’s only for a short moment but Gwaine feels it none the less before Merlin’s body melts back down into the sheets.

“Oh, you know me,” Merlin says with a small shrug. “Just lucky I guess.”

Or; You've all read scar reveal fics. Well, this is an anti-scar reveal. With Merlin/Gwaine because there isn't enough imo.

*A Study in Natural Philosophy - Mad_Mauldin

13k, 1/1, Series 01, Daemons -His Dark Materials, Magic Reveal

It wasn't all that unusual for people to hide their daemons; Merlin, however, seems to be taking it a little far.

*take me up, cast me away - redkay

12k, 1/1, Merthur, Canon Era, Pre-slash, Gwen, Gwaine, SO GOOD

In which Merlin has a selective understanding of the term banishment, Arthur needs to lock his doors, and neither of them are half as good at mending themselves as they were at breaking in the first place.

*hide and seek - southfarthing

11k 2/3, Gen, Aithusa, ANGST, Recovery, Happy Ending, Post Magic Reveal, Good Morgana

In Arthur’s more selfish moments, he catches himself wondering whether it would be better if Merlin were dead. Better being at peace than fearing Arthur in a self-imposed exile.

On the run from Camelot, Merlin is captured and locked away with a dragon. It is years before Arthur can find him and bring him back.

*Dying to Return - StormDancer

19k, 1/1, Merthur, Gwen/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Future Fic, Angsty but so good

When they try to hang him, he floats.

They put him on the pyre at dawn.

He doesn’t burn.

*All the Colours in Disguise - inktomi

3k, 1/1, Gwen/Arthur, BAMF Merlin, Magic Revealed, Humor, Angst

Arthur knows. Arthur knows that Merlin knows that Arthur knows. They don't talk about it. (They don't need to.)

*hide your dragons - southfarthing

6k, 2/2, Gen, Aithusa, Gwen is a good friend, Adorable and fluffy and so good, Humor

'It is clear in the law,' Arthur says. 'No magical creatures allowed in Camelot. Sorry.'

Merlin lifts Aithusa up so Arthur can get a better look.

Arthur blinks. 'I will make an exception because she looks very polite.'

In which Merlin tries to raise a very illegal dragon in a very dragons-aren't-allowed sort of place.

*Do You Have Need of Me? - TheActualAuthor

33k, 5/5, Gen, Assasins, Druids, Spy Merlin, Emrys Reveal, Grief, Angst, Identity Crisis

Merlin is Camelot’s spymaster and must reveal himself as such to Arthur when he becomes king.

*chosen family - safi

3k, 1/1, Hurt Steve Harrington, Sickfic, Joyce Byers

Sometimes the best family is the one that we choose, not the one we're born into.

Steve's parents never make him their priority, so when he's sick, he is left to his own devices. When Joyce finds this out, she treats him like one of her own sons and makes sure he gets the care he deserves.

*hungry heart - babadak

1k, 1/1, Steddie, Fluff and Crack, Eddie Munson Lives

The realization should be scary, but his perception of scary went down the drain after beating a demon with a baseball bat in Jonathan Byers' house in '83. And then being tortured by Russians in '85. So, being gay should be... it should be something bigger, he's well aware. But it isn't.

Or: Steve Harrington likes boys and isn't freaking out about it.

*The Steve Harrington Triptych - ouijaboy

6k, 2 works, Steddie, Disabled Character, Angst with a Happy Ending

Sometimes, he wishes it had been Vecna. At least they could’ve done something about that.

*Ignore my hurts (Silence my cries) - MossTheMarauder

3k, 1/1, No Slah, Head Trauma, Chronic Pain, Vision Impairement, Steve-centric, Child Abuse

It turns out there’s only so much damage a brain can take before something has to give, and when that brain frequently gets treated like a pinball perhaps side effects should have been expected sooner. Having said that, Steve didn’t realise the permanent harm being done until it was too late to stop it; not that he would have if it meant the people he cared about getting hurt.

#far too many fics dear god #bbc sherlock #johnlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fanfic #bbc merlin #merthur #merwaine #stranger things #steddie #steve harington #amy's fic rec

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merlinbingo · 1 year

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Wonderful people, it's time for another round up!

In April, we received 56 fantastic fills created by 27 brilliant participants and one easily distracted mod. A second person has now got bingo, which is really awesome, and a whopping 58 people have filled at least one square over the last three months.

In terms of the kinds of works people submitted in April, 37 were fics, 13 artworks, four moodboards, one gif, and one poem! Yep, a poem!

28 fills were Merlin/Arthur and 12 were gen. Gwaine/Percival got seven, which is more fills than they've had in any month in any round before this (sure, they were all for chapters of the same collab, but it's still worth mentioning), and we had two Merlin/Leon fills as well.

Of the remaining seven, two were F/F (Gwen/Morgana and Vivian/OC), two were poly (Merlin/Arthur/Gwen and Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot), two were older generation (Gaius/Geoffrey and Catrina/Uther - the latter features Uther as Belle and Catrina as the Beast, and I adore it completely), and the final one is Merlin/Gwaine (which made me so happy that I'd have someone new to read for them, until I looked at it and realised I posted it, oh well, maybe there'll be more in May).

All fills are hidden below the cut, sorted by ship and then by rating. Remember to check the warnings and ratings, and practice self-care before clicking on that link!

No ships/gen

Victorian Lady Morgana by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

forgotten by Radioactivesunflower Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sad merlin, angst, hurt no comfort, merthur if you squint, Summary: Gwen is saved! Someone is forgotten. Fears become a reality

Merlin ~ I am free now. I do not have the slightest reason for living. by willowsmarika Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Philosophy, Existentialism, Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée, inspo by a novel Summary: Inspo: Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre and how I tried to visualize Merlin in Roquentin's place and apply the central themes of the novel to Merlin. The inspo behind the idea was, that Merlin and other magic users could have easily felt like Roquentin did, grappling with their existence.

These Lonely Nights by monoisbored Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Arthur, Digital Art Summary:

Long Live the King by schweet_heart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Merlin fanart, King Arthur, long-haired Arthur, bearded Arthur, Bradley James Summary: King Arthur, but a little to the left.

All the Way Back You Held Out Your Hand - Masterpost moodboard by Laevateinn Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Hurt Gwaine, moodboard, forest, werewolf Summary: Gwaine gets kidnapped and cursed by an evil sorcerer, but it's okay because Percival still really likes him. // Moodboard for the kidnapping

gwen and elyan royalty au by kairennart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: digital art, royalty au Summary:

adopted square- QPR! by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Sewing Skills by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: kid fic, silly, pre-canon, will is a troublemaker Summary: Merlin and Will were always getting into trouble. Sometimes Hunith could barely keep a straight face because they were so ridiculous. But most times, she just worried.

We'll Always Be The Last To Fall by ExcaliburnRowan Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: Guardian Angel AU, Canon Era, Action/Adventure, Powerful Merlin, Merlin's Magic Revealed Summary: He does not remember the feeling of panic rising in his throat at the thought that he would not be discovered before he became nothing more than a dead corpse in a dead Queen’s garden, an errant child out of bed after hours.' This is my fill for BBC Merlin Reverse Bang! The original prompt, summary and the artwork can be found on AO3.

Written in the Stars by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: canon era, merlin as musician, fluff Summary: Merlin could hear the music in the wind and the earth and the sky and sometimes he would even play to it. Of course, the clotpole finds out.

No one and nothing part 4 by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: canon era, canon AU, arthur as hero Summary: Merlin saves Arthur’s life in front of the whole court and has to run for his life. But when Arthur shows up, asking for help, what was Merlin to do, say no?

Gwen/Morgana

Morgana's makeup routine by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Vivian/OFC

The One Where Vivian is a Lesbian and Olaf Isn't Buying That Straight Shit by EvannaWebb Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Episode: s02e10 Sweet dreams, crack treated seriously, Olaf is a good parent Summary: Olaf realises that magic is being used when Vivian claims to be in love with Arthur Pendragon. Mostly because his daughter is a raging lesbian.

Catrina/Uther Pendragon

Beauty and the Beast by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: Uther as Belle and Lady Catrina as the Beast, as inspired by Stelle!

Merlin/Arthur/Gwen

and from dusk to dawn (I'll be with you) by Imagined Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Canon Divergence, Love Spell, Polyamory, Merlin's Magic Revealed, Emotional Angst Summary: Merlin will never be entirely able to explain his thoughts and actions of that day, but he will remember standing there; Gwen in his arms, his lips still tingling with her kiss, and only the hungry beast of desire left in his mind—that he wants her, and he ought to want her, and she belongs to him— And then Arthur stares him in the face, steel in his hand and betrayal in his eyes, and the fog clears. And Merlin has no idea what he’s just done. Or: Instead of Lancelot, Morgana enchants Merlin and Gwen to betray Arthur together on the eve of their wedding.

Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot

Death, War and Destruction by kairennart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: digital art, god au Summary:

Merlin/Leon

Immortal Husbands by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Shadow of the Day by thetreeofwillow Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Episode: s03e12-13 The Coming of Arthur (Merlin), Grief/Mourning, Secret Relationship, Reunion Summary: Merlin watches the courtyard every time Leon leaves on patrol. One day he doesn't come back. ** A Coming of Arthur AU, where Merlin and Leon have been carrying on a secret relationship.

Gaius/Geoffrey

surreptitious by mechup Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: pov outsider, secret relationship, gaius & merlin Summary: Merlin notices Gaius acting strangely and decides to investigate.

Merlin/Gwaine

Rings Like a Bell Through the Night by eachpeachpearplum Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: fluff, canon-era, dancing Summary: "Come on," Gwaine says, offering his hand to Merlin. "Dance with me."

Gwaine/Percival

All the Way Back You Held Out Your Hand by eachpeachpearplum and Laevateinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Canon-typical violence Major tags: canon-divergence, curses, werewolf Gwaine, getting together, arm-wrestling Summary: It's not that Gwaine's complaining, not really, because this is definitely the friendliest conclusion he's ever seen to a kidnapping. It's way better than torture and starvation followed by either a dramatic rescue or his untimely demise, but yeah, being knocked unconscious, tied up in a shack, having gibberish chanted at him and then being let go again is very definitely strange. Or: Gwaine gets kidnapped and cursed by an evil sorcerer, but it's okay because Percival still really likes him.

Merlin/Arthur

Golden Day by Robin_Fai Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: Arthur and Merlin in the golden light of their wedding day.

Soulbonded pair by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Merthur as Heartstopper by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: heartstopper, merthur Summary: merlin & arthur as the famous nick & charlie

That One by Zaharya Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Friendship, Humor, Crack, Prologue, Merlin claims his friends Summary: Usually it’s Gwaine’s job, the making friends. Not with Merlin. No, Merlin takes one look at him and the thing is done.

With the power of a million suns by 50quid Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Merlin is Affectionate Summary:

Do You Remember the First Time by Robin_Fai Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: music, friendship, friends to lovers, falling in love Summary: It starts like this: two idiots dancing to Common People in the living room of Leon’s shared house. Merlin and Arthur flinging their limbs about wildly and laughing as if they had not a care in the world, as if they couldn’t care less that people are watching. Later, all that Arthur can ever recall of the night is that one moment – dancing with Merlin and feeling freer than he ever had before in his life.

my soul laid bare for all to read by highfunctioning-clotpole Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: love confession, pining, modern setting, fluff Summary: Whilst tidying up, Arthur finds a book he doesn't recognise. As he starts to read, he begins to realise something...

The Stars by Jockles Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Drabble, Poetry, Canon Compliant Summary: A Poem from the journal of Professor Merlin, found in his office during the cleanup after he quit, with no warning, after a panicked phonecall from an 'old family friend'.

The Choice by lavender_spice Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: magic reveal, protective arthur, episode:5x05 the disir Summary: Merlin is mortally wounded in the Disir's cave. Now Arthur is presented with one of the most difficult choices of his life: save his friend or let his father's legacy die.

The Neurodivergent Sorcerer's Guide to Graduating by Imagined Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fairytale Au, Modern AU with Magic, University AU, Merlin has ADHD Summary: “So, Merlin,” Arthur says, and leans forward. Despite having climbed a tower that’s taller than the Big Ben, he doesn’t have a lock of hair out of place. Merlin despises him for that, a little bit. “What are you currently doing in a tower that seems to have no entrance and does have a large dragon on top, which really, that doesn’t help with being perceived as a princess, you’re aware?” “How did you get past Kilgharrah?” Merlin wonders. “Dragons sleep too, Merlin.” Or: Merlin has stuck himself in a tower in a desperate attempt to make himself focus on his dissertation. A lot of knights seem to be under the impression that this makes him a princess in need of rescue, but fail to climb all the way up—that is, until Arthur.

A Faire Fight by Zaharya Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Returned Arthur, Tournaments, Fluff, Sword Fights, Getting Together Summary: Merlin and a freshly returned Arthur go to a medieval faire and fight in a tourney.

darkness in the distance by queerofthedagger Rating: Teen Warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Major tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Ambiguous Ending Summary: Traditions, Merlin comes to understand early on, are a consistent thread in the tapestry that is Camelot. It is a strange thing to get used to, the weight people place on them; small, seemingly inconsequential ones like honey cakes on Sundays, as well as the big, swooping ones like celebrations of the harvest, or burning sorcerers in the town square.

What matters is what you make of it by Zaharya Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Magic reveal, visual magic, powerful Merlin, scared Arthur, angst with a happy ending Summary: After Merlin's magic is revealed, both Merlin and Arthur have to face their fears of each other.

We can hold hands (And you can watch me) by Sage_Owl Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern Era, First Date, Texting, Friends to Lovers, Roommates Summary: Merlin and Arthur each get set up on a blind date. It's a first for both of them, but not in the way they expect.

Our Man Emrys by thetreeofwillow Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Our Man Bashir AU, Jealousy, Canon Era, Flirting, Arthur's Competency Kink Summary: Merlin’s been sneaking off every chance he gets for the last few weeks and frankly, Arthur is sick of it. Merlin only pays him the barest hints of attention these days, merely what's necessary for his job. Obviously, Arthur can’t stand for his own manservant ignoring him, so he decided to skip today’s council meeting and follow Merlin. What Arthur finds sees him embroiled in a plot of friend saving and kingdom destruction. ** Also known as the Our Man Bashir AU nobody wanted, but I needed.

it's a nice day for a white wedding by radioactivesunflower Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, attempt at humor,modern era,slowish burn Summary: what happens when you meet your soulmate at their wedding? oh! you also hate each other gut

No one and Nothing - part 1 by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: canon era, angst, merlin reveals his magic Summary: Merlin saves Arthur’s life in front of the whole court and has to run for his life. But when Arthur shows up, asking for help, what was Merlin to do, say no?

On the Shores of Avalon Lake by Sage_Owl Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern with Magic, minor character death, getting together, detective Arthur Pendragon, canon-typical violence Summary: Arthur Pendragon, youngest detective in Camelot PD's history, is set to follow in his father's footsteps and honor the Pendragon name. Until a string of unexplained murders forces him to team up with his worst nightmare (and all-around pain in his arse): Emrys, the most powerful warlock of a generation.

Abide by the Rules by SauraUnderscore Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU; College AU; Teacher/Student Relationship; Age gap; Spanking; Explicit Sex; Surprising Ending; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Summary: Of course, the first one testing if the new Algebra teacher in the very prestigious Camelot College is able to abide by the rules, must be Arthur Pendragon. Not only that, but the little shit is the incredibly handsome headmaster’s son. He knows perfectly well the kind of punishment he is going to receive for cheating in his exam, and he believes Merlin is too weak to deliver it.

in the wake of shadows there is a sun by paceprompting Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e11 The Sorcerer's Shadow (Merlin), Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together Summary: In the final round of the tournament with no rules and no code, Gilli uses his magic to kill the King of Camelot, Uther Pendragon. From the shadows, Morgana rises to take the crown and punish those who had wronged her: starting with Merlin. Mortally injured, only a few allies to aid him, and his magic revealed, Merlin must try to survive to the next dawn.

You are something I can't classify by TyalanganD Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Asexuality spectrum, romance, light angst Summary: Arthur is Merlin-sexual. And that is a disaster.

Put A Ring On It by Sage_Owl Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Incubus, Modern With Magic, Sex Toys, Porn with Feelings, Neighbors Summary: Merlin leaves unexpectedly. Arthur is not pleased.

I Sell Thee My Soul by Saura Underscore Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Historical AU; Modern with Magic; Priest Merlin; Demon Arthur; Lucifer Temptation; Dub-con; Explicit Sex; Sex in a Church; Sex over an Altar Summary: Knowing that the Old Religion is dead, Merlin spends hundreds of years as a priest of small parishes or as a monk, trying to find solace in the quiet of living in monasteries rather than believing the Christian God would bring Arthur back from the lake. But, from his side, Arthur can see him and prays. Yet, in this game of good and evil, someone listens and makes Arthur a tempting offer.

red velvet & almond blossom by jopzer Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: fluff & smut, mutual pining, fix-it, crossdressing Summary: Merlin is wrangled into being Queen for the day, with the outfit to match.

for this moment, for all time by TheDragon Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: Alternate Universe—Soulmates, Soul Bonds, Kidnapping, Angst, Whump Summary: So you—what? Want me to use my magic to help you? Merlin asks, struggling not to let his disgust show. "Not your magic, no," the man finally says after a too-long silence, interrupted only by the clanking of Merlin's shackles as he finally pulls himself to his feet. "The ritual would be performed on you. It can be done with or without your consent, but the chance of success will be much higher if you go into this willingly." "And the ritual is?" Merlin asks after a beat. "It's meant to dissolve the soulbond between you and King Arthur."

- by royal_spud Rating: Not rated Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: A recreation of the artwork of Hyacinthus and Apollo in the form of Merlin and Arthur

#merlin bingo #bbc merlin #round three #april round up #so many fills #we love you all

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sweet-demiboi · 2 years

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Trans friendly, Merthur, making out, no mention of smut :)

"Mh, Gwaine", you sighed "Careful, (Y/N)", the knight looked around, your face still between his hands "You don't want anyone to see us, right?" You chuckled "Gwaine, it's past midnight. You're one of the only guards and today it's quiet. Nobody will notice."

Your following smile seemed to reassure him of your safety and he continued kissing you, his warm palms on your neck and face, softly caressing your skin. You enjoyed his plump lips on yours and let your tongue flood his mouth, which you knew he loved. As expected Gwaine leaned even deeper into you and only caught his breath when you slightly pushed him away from you.

"I love you so much, my dear", you whispered while looking into his eyes which were all soft and sweet, they didn't have the sarcastic and funny edge to them as usual. It was a rare sight and probably only for you to see, but you didn't complain. It felt very familiar and intimate to see that side of the usually tough knight.

"I love you too", he brushed the loose hair out of his face himself and grinned at you "As much as I would love to continue this until the day I die, I must provide the castle with at least some kind of safety, so I will bring you to your quarters.", he stepped back a little (not easy because you had hidden in a kind of closet) and offered you his arm like a real gentleman "Shall we?"

You took his arm with a grin "I'd love to, Sir" As elegant and quiet as possible you stepped back into the hallway from which you had pulled Gwaine to your glorious hiding spot ten minutes ago.

"Can we go to your chambers, though?", you asked "I don't want to miss the opportunity of cuddling", you knew that cuddling was one of his weak spots and he couldn't deny you.

"A wonderful idea", Gwaine answered as expected. You continued your walk through the castle, passing many doors but not a single soul. You were joking until you heard a sound created by some metal-thing falling to the floor. You both stopped dead in your tracks and Gwaine pulled his sword, he pushed you a little behind him.

It was probably nothing, you tried to stay logical, but the fear was slowly overtaking. You didn't want to imagine the worst, but your mind thought otherwise.

"When I tell you to run, run!", Gwaine whispered, as serious as he could be, you only nodded, knowing that you couldn't do anything against a burglar anyway as you weren't skilled in any particular fighting-technique.

The sound had come out of a small room, which was for the servants, they usually put spare blankets, laundry or stuff for cleaning in there, nothing spectatcular. Something made of metal was found there rarely.

Gwaine counted down from three with his fingers and then pulled open the door as fast as he could, sword in front of him, ready to fight god. Inside the room was something, or rather someone, you both hadn't expected in the slightest: It was Merlin and Arthur, both with a deep red blush in the face, clothes ruffled up. A piece of Arthur's armor was on the floor, it had made the sound.

The first one to say something was Gwaine (not really surprising, honestly): "Mhm", he grinned mischiefously "Do you may want to explain what you were looking for in there, Sire?" Arthur stumbled a little over his words at first, which was a funny sight to see, the crownprince trying to lie about making out with his servant.

You decided to safe him from his misery with rolled eyes and a grin, which you weren't able to hide "We won't say anything" Merlin looked thankful your way, he had to shyly blink though when you winked at him and wiggled your eyebrows knowingly.

"And what were you doing out here?", Arthur wanted to know, slowly gaining his kind of arrogant attitude back "I'm starting to remember that you should be guardening tonight, Sir Gwaine." - "Apologies, Sire, I got distracted" Merlin's eyes basically flew between you and Gwaine, then he put two and two together, starting to grin widely.

"I think you should leave it be, Arthur", he tried to reassure the prince "What? The safety of the kingdom depends on that jerk and he is getting distracted! Distracted by what anyway?" - "By the same as yourself, it seems, Sire", Gwaine was already putting his sword away again, but the grin wasn't leaving his lips.

"Mhm", said Arthur, looking him up and down "If I catch you again, doing that, there will be consequences following", he warned, half joking, half serious.

"Yeah, yeah", Gwaine answered and turned back to you "I'll escort (Y/N) to his chambers - don't want him to get attacked by something jumping out a closet.", you chuckled.

"Get going, then", Arthur shouted after you two walking away, he was amused.

You were amused as well, of course you had known or at least speculated if there was anything between the prince and his servant boy, but catching them like this and now being sure of other people feeling the same as you and Gwaine, was a really comforting thought.

"They seem cute together", you said after you rounded a corner "Not as cute as us" You brought your hand to your chest dramatically "Of course not, what were you thinking?" Gwaine chuckled and then opened the door to his chambers, leaving you with the idea of his lips softly brushing your own and a warm palm rubbing your shoulder. He was gone in a heartbeat, and had left a smile on your lips as always.

You got yourself ready for the rest of the night and then quickly got under the covers to sleep, hoping you would awake to a wonderful man lying beside you.

#sir gwaine x male!reader #sir gwaine x male reader #merlin x male!reader #merlin x male reader #gay #pansexual #bi #bisexual #lgbt #male!reader #trans #ftm #omnisexual

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mycheese-tasted-like-applepie · 2 years

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Cuddle headcanons with gwaine?

Of course!💖

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Gwaine Cuddle Headcanons

-Let’s get one thing straight, Gwaine loves to cuddle and have you in his arms. It’s just a constant reminder that you guys belong together. Also, he just loves the warmth and comfort you bring when you’re cuddled up with him.

-Absolutely loves to have an arm around you while you rest your head on his shoulder. Let’s be real, Gwaine would be the dominant cuddler.

-Ironically, it’s rarely him asking for cuddles. You are usually the one to come to him and ask for cuddles. This is when Gwaine gets that Gwaine smirk on his face and complies.

-He only asks for cuddles if he’s drunk, had a bad day, or isn’t feeling well. Turns into a big baby and gets all flustered while doing so.

-Will absolutely melt if you play with his hair while cuddling. It’s a sensation that he didn’t know he loved until you started doing it. In fact, there’s been a time when he’s fallen asleep as you ran a hand through his hair.

-Is cliche and loves to cuddle on the bed. However, he also loves to take you out on let’s say a picnic and cuddle on a blanket under the tree. Also, if you ride with him on horseback as well.

-Actually, you guys can be found snuggling in the most uncommon types of places. One time Merlin found you both in the armory just curled up together. In Gwaine’s defense, Percival kept bugging him and he wanted some privacy with you. So, you both hid in the armory.

-This is Gwaine here, so he can also get quite cheeky when cuddling. Catch him placing his hands where they don’t belong if he’s in the mood. However, he will stop if you ask him to.

-Alright, so some fluffy details. If you’re lying down, he loves to have an arm around your shoulder (as stated) with your head on his chest. You love the sound of his heartbeat, and he loves the feeling of protecting you. Also, he loves the chance to be able to kiss your forehead.

-Bonus points if his shirt is off.

-Also, loves to spoon you whether you are awake or asleep. You always tend to be the little spoon unless for reasons that have been previously mentioned where Gwaine needs some comfort from you.

-However, the best feeling in the world for both of you is a tight embrace. This is where you hold each other tightly yet gently with him placing kisses to your head as you nuzzle against his collarbone. Gwaine will also rub your back and you his. It’s a very tender moment.

-Moral of the story here, everyone deserves a good cuddle from Gwaine. Who’s with me?

#bbc merlin #gwaine #sir gwaine #merlin gwaine #gwaine imagine #gwaine x reader #gwaine headcanons

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glass-frogs-and-dragons · 9 months

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I'm very fond of you

Gwaincelot week day 2- candlelight, only one bed.

Warnings: Mentioned child abuse.

Summary: Gwaine is afraid of the dark and can't sleep. Lancelot is afraid of his dreams and can't sleep either. They meet each other, as always, halfway.

Gwaine shivered. The cold that had seeped into his bones earlier that day had yet to leave his body. No matter how many blankets he dumped onto himself he never quite managed to get rid of that freezing, nauseating sensation or the stench of mildew and perfume that always hung around him on nights like these, fuelled with nightmares. A weak flame flickered from the quickly melting candle, ever present in Gwaine’s nights, painting the room with long-faced spectres and distorted shadows. They didn’t jeer at him anymore, but now they merely stared, sombre and melancholic.

Gwaine couldn’t stand it anymore.

He crawled out of bed, huffing before turning the small mirror he had on his table towards the wall. He didn’t need a mirror to tell him he looked awful, thank you very much. Then, after getting dressed, he snuck out of his room and across the corridors. Moving from lamp to lamp as to not stay in the darkness for too long, he clumsily made his way towards the only person who wouldn not judge his panicked eyes and who would most probably be awake at this hour.

Lancelot’s door always creaked when it opened, and there was a floorboard just in front of it that was slightly loose. Gwaine skillfully avoided it and opened his friend’s door as slowly as he could. When he walked inside, after closing the door behind him, he found that the other man was not in his bed. He didn’t want to call out, so he waited with baited breath until…

A lamp flickered to life. Gwaine turned to face the light, purposefully ignoring how the tension bled from his body, to face his friend. Lancelot, despite his deep eyebags and pale face and panicked eyes, looked beautiful. Candlelight kissed his face the way a long-time lover would: soft, careful and flattering.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He rasped out.

“Cold,” Gwaine answered. “You?”

Lancelot merely hummed in response and placed the lamp on the bedside table, then opened his arms and waited for Gwaine to curl up around him. The other man didn’t hesitate to do just that.

“Nightmares,” Lancelot whispered into Gwaine’s hair.

Gwaine hummed and buried his head in the crook of Lancelot’s neck, holding him even tighter if at all possible.

“Come here, let’s go to bed.”

They both crawled inside the covers and lay on Lancelot’s bed, legs tangled together and with Lancelot’s head on Gwaine’s collarbone, like they had done countless times before.

“I felt it again today, when I fell into that lake," Gwaine began. "I wasn't able to move. It was like my stepfather-"

"The bastard," Lancelot supplied helpfully, making Gwaine chuckle.

"He was grabbing me again, holding me underwater and lifting my head and dunking it again and lifting and dunking and lifting and-"

"Gwaine," Lancelot called.

He hadn't noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks until Lancelot wiped them with his thumb. Long after they were gone, Lancelot's thumb was still there, still wiping away as much of Gwaine's hurt as he could.

"Thanks,"

"Well, we have each other, right? Get us out of our own minds when it gets a little too dark in there."

"Yeah… I suppose."

They stared at each other for a bit longer, letting the warm, dim light of the candle bathe their faces. The reflection of the flame flickered in Gwaine's eyes, but Lancelot's eyes sparkled all the same.

Gwaine wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, the fears still coursing through his veins, the cold in his bones or the burst of affection that had overtaken him that made him kiss Lancelot. And yet, the fact remained that he did. It was nothing but a quick peck, but it seemed to shock Lancelot to the core; Gwaine scuttled back, the fear that had left his eyes from the moment the candle was lit had returned full-force. This time, however, it ended quicky. Lancelot grinned and dived back in and Gwaine melted.

Bright sparks in a pink haze took over Gwaine's mind and, just like that, the darkness residing inside Gwaine drained away: he was in peace, if only for a night..

"It took us some time," Lancelot smiled in the near darkness.

"It would have taken us longer still if I hadn't been so out of it."

"You mean you didn't want to-"

"Wait, no. I did, don't get me wrong! It's just… I'm shyer than it seems at first glance, I suppose. I care about you, you're my friend first and foremost, and nothing can or will change that, really."

Lancelot ran his fingers through Gwaine's hair to disguise how they were trembling. It didn't work.

"What is it, love? What happened?" Gwaine asked sweetly.

"I had the same dream again."

"Of you dying?"

Lancelot swallowed and exhaled a shaky breath.

"I came back this time, but I came back… wrong, I guess. I felt feral, I only saw red. But… but when I tried to gain control of myself and talk to you, because somehow I knew that you would bring me back on track, you just… you didn't know me, Gwaine. You smiled at me but it wasn't you, it was the smile you give other nobles and people who don't know you. And… I, I guess I didn't know how to cope with it."

"I wouldn't be able to cope with your 'noble' smile either, sunshine," Gwaine teased, but the underlying comfort in his voice overpowered it all.

"Excuse you! I'm not called the Noble Knight for no reason, you know?"

"You're a right bastard, Lancelot. And a chaotic one at that," Gwaine grinned and both mischief and the candle flame flickered in his eyes. "Perhaps that's why I'm so fond of you."

Lancelot chuckled and wrapped himself around Gwaine once again.

"I'm very fond of you too, Gwaine. I really am."

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The Twelve Days Chapter Seven (Henry V x Fem! Reader Series)

Chapter Word Count: 9K

Series Summary: Your family betrothed you to known rake Prince Hal now newly reformed and crowned as King Henry V of England. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas Celebration not only as a new queen, but a new wife to a man you are just beginning to know and bed.

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six

Warnings: 18+. SMUT Y'ALL!!! Oral (fem receiving), edging, doing it on the floor, P in V sex. I am still getting used to writing smut so be nice but constructive, please. Mentions of drinking and domestic abuse (which our boy, Henry/Hal is not and never does at any point in the fic) and lots of teasing. Sexual tension thicker than Hal's ass in those leather pants. Attempts at historic accuracy and Shakespearean cursing. This is likely the penultimate chapter!

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The Evening of the Twelfth Day

You stood before the mirror in your dress as a lady in waiting sealed the clasps. It was stunningly beautiful. It was a deep color you loved with long sleeves that floated down. There were jewels encrusted around the neckline of the bodice as well as for the belt that was placed around your waist as a jeweled necklace was clasped around your neck. With the smallest light, there you would still glimmer just a little like a stubborn star. Even Gwaine stood still in his spot on the bed to bink slowly in admiration at it.

One lady in waiting took a hand mirror that she was going to set down after she was done with fixing your hair as you like. As the setting sun was shining from the window, the lady saw that the hand mirror made a small light shimmer on the floor from the sun’s reflection. Little Gwaine got up from crouching and ran out, he jumped after it, pupils enlarged. She made the light jump to a different spot. He crouched, wiggling his bottom, and then leaped to catch the little light. All of you laughed and took turns playing with the mirror in the light as he dashed about, attempting to run after it and catch it with his little paws.

Until there was a knock on the door. Though a little part of you was disappointed when your mother appeared. She did smile when noting your appearance in the jewels and clothes of the Royal Family.

“Ladies, may you leave us for only a few minutes? I’d like to speak to my daughter,” she asked.

The ladies bowed their heads and left. Once alone, she went up to you and hugged you.

“What, what is it, mother?” you asked.

“I’m so sorry…and your father is too…” she began.

“Sorry for what?” you questioned, squinting your eyes and releasing the hug, but clasping hands with her.

Both of you sat down on the bed.

“We should have thought more about your own happiness than the standing of our family…we threw you off to the King without thinking of what you would think, how you would feel…” she elaborated.

“Oh, mother…I…I thank you…I was so terrified but I tried not to show it. I knew how much this meant for all of us for me to marry him. He was the best bachelor any woman could ask for and you handed me to him. I didn’t say anything bad because I…I…I didn’t want to disappoint you, to disappoint any of our family…” you recalled.

She sniffed, starting to tear up a little.

“You dressed like a bride at the wedding, but your face looked like your head was about to be chopped off and I saw how your hands wouldn’t stop shaking…I don’t remember seeing you smile once that day. I…I’m so sorry…I realized then and only then when it was too late to call off the marriage. I felt so sorry for you… and angry at myself back then…”

“Mama…I forgive you…” you said.

She smiled and wiped off a tear with her hand.

“Would you like to know a secret, Y/N?”

You nodded, swallowing.

“I never told your father about this- I sent spies to Eastcheap after the wedding. I told them to find the past lovers of Prince Hal, my dear. I had them ask the women if the Prince was known to beat his tavern women or if he was cruel to them in any way and…and…they reported back that he treated all of them well. So I thought…it could be far worse…but then, there was always the risk…if he changed his usual ways with women…if somehow he hurt you after you married him, I would have never forgiven myself. I should have told you of this…sooner but I worried a letter would be intercepted. ”

She smoothed her skirts, another tear welling in her eyes.

“Then I heard what he said to you at the garden and I began to hope…to hope that…that maybe they were right and that he didn’t just pay the tavern women to lie about to him…”

“It’s alright, mama, you made amends and did what you could and…and thank you, that’s good to know. He’s….he’s not a monster at all, mama! You don’t have to worry about it at all!” you assured her.

Both of you hugged with happy tears. Then she gasped to see Gwaine rubbing his fur at bottom of her skirts and purring loudly. You leaned down and picked up the kitten.

“This is Sir Gwaine. He was a gift to me from the King. Why? Because Henry wanted to make me happy. The spies were right. Henry treats me well- he’s a good man!” you explained.

“What else?” she prodded.

“We’re running out of time- someday, I’ll write to you all about everything he’s done for me…” you said.

“Then I am glad for you.”

You both shared a last hug before the ladies returned.

“Your majesty…we all have to finish getting ready. The celebration will begin soon…” one lady reminded you.

On one of the pillows of your bed was your crown- golden and encrusted with Lancaster-red rubies. The tallest lady in waiting placed it on your head. You realized now that you were used to its weight, no longer nervous about if it would trip off your head at a wrong turn. You wondered if your skull could have a giant, ring-shaped dent where it lay. But no- you just realized it was a matter of acquired taste. It felt made to fit your head perfectly.

It was expected for you to arrive with the king at the celebration. You and the ladies exited your chambers and walked through halls, sometimes wooden and sometimes stone, to the entrance before the throne room. As you and the other ladies arrived right to the room that lead to the throne room, your heart skipped in your chest.

There he was, Henry. In his beautiful splendor- in his nicest red leather and crowned. You felt yourself smile when you saw the back of his curled head and when he turned, you saw his eyebrows shoot up.

“My lady, are you well?” he asked as you walked to be on his side.

“Yes, my lord,” you answered.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Are you?” you replied.

“As I can be,” he answered with a shrug.

He then turned around, putting up a hand to signal the others.

“Let us wait a moment before we start,” he directed.

Henry turned to you. From the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a pink silk ribbon that could only be your garter from this morning.

“My lady, you’re missing something…have you replaced it?” he asked, eyes shining.

“No, I haven’t…” you replied, biting your lips as they curved up to grin coyly.

You wondered if this would happen if you didn’t replace your garter- and now you were proven right. Your heart picked up speed even if everything was very still- no sound except the chatter of people on the other end of the doors.

“Then may I put it on you?” he offered.

You sucked in a deep breath and folded your hands, your voice trying to contain your delight.

“You may.”

Henry shot a look at the party behind both of you- the ladies in waiting, his attendants, and personal servants, and waved a hand at them. They all nodded and turned their eyes and heads away from the two of you. Henry leaned down before you on one knee, eyes up at you in reverence.

“Which leg?” he asked.

“The left one,” you answered quietly.

You lifted your skirt up. You were lucky that the stocking was well fitted, but it was slipping some without the support of the garter. You looked down at the top of his head as he took his hands- so large and yet so soft- as they pulled your stocking up. You heard his breath catch at that glimpse of your bare leg- something too often covered by shifts and skirts. Gently, so gently, he put a hand on your leg to keep the stocking from drooping. This time, your own nostrils were sucking in air at the feeling of his hand on you- on only a thin layer of cloth that separated his bare hand from your bare skin.

He then took the garter and looped it around. His hand brushed past your thigh. You even saw his mouth barely open and the pupils of his eyes were dilated wide, his face red as his jacket. He made a knot. Just enough to hold the stocking, but not so tight that it couldn’t be easily removed. He then ran a hand down- making sure there were no creases, and that the stocking was in place. Part of you shivered from his touch.

“There…that feels right,” you commented.

You heard him sigh through his nostrils as you lowered your skirt, hiding your leg. He looked up at you, still blushing. He returned back to standing on two legs, you noticed his chest having for want of breath.

“I’m glad of it,” said Henry,

Both of you had a moment to look at each other. You found his eyes down to your lips.

Part of you wished to cancel the feast, guests be damned, and quickly send the attendants away. Then you wanted Henry to grab you, place you right against the nearest wall, and kiss you intensely. You would gladly lift your skirts up and he lower his breeches, and you would open, accepting him, and cling your arms around as he began to enter you, and move his hips, slamming into you and…

This picture only lasted a second and you had to swallow it out, a bout of laughter from the Twelfth Night guests rousing from the outside. Henry squeezed his eyes shut and let out an exhale through his mouth. He opened his eyes and snapped his fingers. The attendants turned back.

“They’ve waited long enough. We must enter,” he announced to them.

He then stood, eyes forward, but raised his arm so it formed a shape like an L, the palm forward, offering it to you. You then, as gracefully as you could muster, slide your arm down so that your hand landed over his like a blanket.

The guards opened the door. The last day to enjoy ivy and holly everywhere. Gentle, orange candlelight made the room seem golden everywhere. There was the fanfare of trumpets beginning and the chatter halted. You found that you were able to keep up with Henry’s long strides with ease as a loud voice announced.

“Their majesties, The King and Queen of England.”

Heads bowed like grain in the wind when you both entered. You felt yourself grin in spite of it. They backed off like the Red Sea to make way for the two of you. That throne room, where once sat only Henry’s had a twin throne next to it. Like swans gliding on the water, you made your way to stand before it.

Henry then spoke, announcing to the crowd before you.

“I welcome and greet you all as friends tonight. Let us enjoy the last day of Christmas, the Feast of Epiphany, and the Arrival of the Wise Men together. May the Twelfth Night celebrations begin!”

Everyone clapped and cheered as he then sat down on the throne. People made their way to the tables to gape over the food. Not that you blamed them as you arched your neck to admire it. There was a whole set of chess made completely of Marzipan, as promised, and flavored with rosewater. You noticed your older brother reach for some little round sweets called confits before any of the main courses could be looked at and chew at them, then trying to discreetly spit out and get rid of the seed inside it. For a cold, snowy day it was a welcome scent to smell flowers and see plants everywhere.

The Twelfth Night cake in all its glory shone at the center of the far wall in a table for itself, a yard long and across, in preparation for this day. And perhaps enough so that everyone in London could share some. You took note- tomorrow you would have to visit the kitchens and ask if any leftover cake could be given to the beggars outside your gates. As you tried a slice of it, it was moist yet spices danced on your tongue.

Once you made your own way there, you marveled at the figurines of little knights - all completely out of sugar. There was more meat- beef, chicken, hams, eels, oysters, and more giant mince pies, like on Christmas. When you sat at your place at the table next to the King and began to sip at the goblet of wine given to you, you could taste how it was sweetened with honey. As you tried a bite of the gingerbread, you could taste cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom. It was a miracle your tongue did not explode from all the flavors.

Henry himself was enjoying slices of oranges and suckets after the meats. He was relaxed. Both of you smiled and took a small sip of your wine looking at each other. He’d gossip into your ear.

“Hmm, the Lord of Warwick’s already got a circle of ladies around him. He should make a decision on one of them already, he’s been a widower long enough. And the Earl of Sussex chose the ugliest doublet I have laid eyes on.”

“Perhaps, he should have listened to his wife for advice on how to dress,” you responded to him.

You covered your mouth to hide the indulgent smile as you drank your wine deeply. Henry’s lips tightened, swallowing the urge to smile as well.

Some lovely music started to accompany the graceful court dances. You watched and saw with gladness there was Micheal Williams, in the finest clothes he could access, and right next to him, touching his hand and stepping forward in rhythm, was your beloved little sister. He seemed able to keep up with the courtiers, and she was beaming.

Yet you turned to see John of Lancaster seated next to Henry. The second eldest Lancaster brother was frowning. His eyes were soft, looking at how your sister smiled at her dance partner only to give Williams a secret glare. He took a pitiful sip of wine, his hand dangling in midair as he put his elbow on the table, but not letting the cup go.

You then walked beside the prince and leaned over.

“Good evening, John.”

“Your majesty, most revered sister-in-law and queen,” he greeted with a bow.

“My sister looks quite beautiful tonight, does she not?” you asked.

“Yes indeed she does!” he admitted softly.

You smiled mischievously.

“She told me yesterday she was worried about there being no dance partners at court…so I have a command from your queen- dance with her, John.”

“What?” he cried, setting down his goblet on the table.

“Stop sulking and ask her to dance with you! She will be gone by tomorrow evening- you might as well dance with her.” you reasoned, hands on your hips.

He was wide-eyed. But surely this couldn’t be scarier than the battles the young man had fought in by now! He took in a deep breath. You leaned closer and whispered.

“I guarantee you- she’ll say yes,” you added on.

John gulped down the rest of his wine and nodded.

“Then yes, yes I will!”

The second the dance was over and Michael and your sister said their goodbyes, John was right there. You didn’t hear their words over the chatter, but you saw her smile and nod her head. You returned to your spot but didn’t sit back down.

“Can we dance, my lord?” you asked, turning to the king.

He smiled, “of course, my lady.”

As you leaned your hand to touch his, he gently held it and lifted it up. You picked up part of your skirt demurely as you both walked over to the dance floor and began a dance over the next song.

And you were the better dancer. Henry’s feet clucked a little at the steps and he got confused sometimes as to when one stepped left and when right. You smiled and bit your tongue to keep from laughing and Henry pouted stubbornly as he was determined to get it right. You hadn’t realized but he was staring at you so much that he accidentally knocked into another dancer. The terrified youth muttered twenty “sorry, your grace” apologies like a Hail Mary. And the song was almost at its end and Henry still wasn’t getting the steps right!

“Fie it all. Y/N- here! Let’s end it a different way!” he said as he turned to you.

Before you could protest he wrapped his arms around you and you intuitively placed your own arms around him. With a gasp, he lifted you up in the embrace. It was quite bold in its intimacy considering this was a public court event. But who was going to stop The King of England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales at that moment from doing it?

He lifted you up and then twirled you around, your skirt moving in the air from it. You couldn’t help but smile and cling closer to him and enjoy feeling like flying. And you heard Henry himself laugh over the ending chords of the music.

You both returned to your seats. A few actors from the lucky troupe invited to the palace prepared the stage for their morality play. Henry whispered your name and you turn to him.

“What is it?” you asked.

“You look beautiful tonight, my lady.”

You felt as if you had a fever from the warmth inside you.

“Thank you, my lord.”

As the play began, two performers swept on- one dressed in gold and one in silver, representing the goddesses Hera and Diana as they disagreed between them as to which was better- married love or chaste love, platonic sentiment or romantic fire. Henry continued to whisper so only you would hear.

“The crown fits you well. I might make a new law- you will wear the crown in my chambers….”

“Henry, that sounds-“

“You will wear only the crown in my chambers.”

It seemed if it came between chaste affection or passion, Henry picked a side.

Onstage, dancers dressed with horns mimicking deer began to prance beautifully around each other. But you felt yourself exhale deeper from his words, the bodice of your chest heaving. You could only glance up at him with a small smile and then return your eyes to your lap in chaste innocence as pretend as those actors were gods. As the performance continued, you crept a hand next to his to hold and he welcomed it. Fingers shielding all of your own. You could almost feel his pulse at his wrist in a steady rhythm.

Once it was at the end where the goddesses called an even truce, everyone applauded and you released your hand, feeling the cool air rather than the warmth of his skin.

“Now, we shall continue but the king shall retire and go to bed!” A courtier announced.

Henry stood up. He reached for your hand and kissed it.

“Good night, my lady.”

He then turned to the crowd.

“I bid you all a merry Twelfth Night and good night.”

They bowed as a farewell. You looked as your husband vanished through the doors. Women then pooled onto the floor, your sister you noticed among them. A lady in waiting went up to you.

“There is a special dance for the ladies when the king retires. Normally the queen would do it too-would you like to join it?” she asked.

“No thank you. I…I would like to retire myself,” you answered.

“Very well, good night, your grace,” she replied politely.

You walked forward through those doors. You did not need your ladies to interrupt their dancing to accompany you. You knew which door it was. This castle was your home now and you could navigate it with more ease each day. You walked through the small stone hallway leading to Henry’s bedchambers and before those giant doors. The two guards stood in front.

“May I enter?” you requested.

One guard bowed his head and opened the door.

Henry was sitting, his cheek resting on his hand, elbow propped on the arm of the chair, looking into the roaring fireplace when jumped at the sound of the door. He saw you, his eyes wide. The orange glow of the fire shone over the other chair and the new rug on that section of the floor. It padded your steps as you approached him, but you remained standing.

“If there wasn’t just a feast, I would ask you to dine with me,” he replied.

“Are you saying you’re unhappy I’m here?” you teased with a grin.

“No. Opposite in fact.”

You walked forward and he broke into a smile, greeting your name.

“Why aren’t you out with the other ladies?” he asked.

“I would rather be with you tonight,” you answered.

You took a step closer to him. And then you knelt down on the rug before the fire, taking his hand. He looked up at you with a softness over his handsome features, listening to your words.

“I’ve…I’ve missed you, Henry. I love my family, but this whole time, these past few days, and especially the nights I…”

He leaned closer and you to him. Your lips a breath away. Not quite a kiss. But almost.

“I’ve missed you. And…and I want you,” you added boldly.

You could almost feel the brush of his eyelashes as he leaned in closer. You placed a hand on his face and he yours.

“I missed you…and I want you too…” he voiced.

He leaned in closely, sealing the kiss. You felt as if your insides exploded from the softness of his lips. You felt the breaths out of his nostrils as you leaned in, furthering the kiss. You felt him smile. You both released your lips from each other. He leaned in and you backed away only an inch before his lips could touch any other part of you, though your hands remained standing. You released to chuckle a little, at his eagerness. The most powerful man on earth and he was at your mercy.

“My little wife, you tease me so,” he purred.

He then wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from escaping. You kissed him again as you felt one of his hands begin to bunch up your skirts. Now you were at his mercy.

“You want me only wearing the crown in your chambers?” you recalled.

“We have all the time in the world to make that happen- I don’t think I have the patience now to watch you undress…” he husked.

Fluidly, he pulled you to the floor on the rug and you met him there. Any bit of him you could touch, you kissed- his cheek, his shoulder, and his neck- which elicited a moan from him. So close, so needy, so desperate- you both knew you couldn’t make it to the bed. You could feel yourself already dripping wet between your legs.

“I’d have you on every surface in this castle if I could…” he murmured.

You felt the warmth from your side and the glow from the flames. One side lit Henry’s face, he was kissing you more, but it was intenser- almost like a bite. His tongue entered your mouth like a cock as if your mouth was what lay between your legs. Your teeth clattered with his as his tongue pushed in. It took your breath how he reached his hands to grip your back, almost trapping you in a wall of his body- but you wanted it. You wanted to feel his weight on top of you. He held himself so not to crush you beneath him- but with a gentle press. He nestled again into your neck.

There was a ferocity, teeth- there would be marks where he kissed and bit. He smiled, eyes over the cleavage of your dress. It made little gasps to feel it. You felt him kiss the tops of it and as he moved to touch them, play with them, feeling them even over the dress. You placed your hands on his back, your nails digging into him, feeling its broadness and the muscles that made you wet for him.

“Mmph, you were a little vixen today, tempting me with your garter…” he muttered from your chest.

“No one’s around here now- punish me for it.”

“I’ll punish you- I’ll get rid of these-”

Henry’s hands moved to your necklace. The grip and strength you felt in his hands made you feel as if he could destroy the thing to pieces- rip it off and have the gems scattered across the floor before you. But he only undid it and flung it off to the side. You felt him at the front, undoing the clasps of your dress.

“Cruel dress, cruel skirts, cruel stockings...all hiding this beauty beneath them…” he mumbled as he undressed you from on top.

He removed and opened the bodice of your dress and then took off the skirt. It shuffled over your head like a colorful cloud over your face as he removed everything over your head and out of the way. You were in your shift and stockings. He then touched your legs, stroking as he raised one. He kissed your ankle and then a bit further down. He bit off the garter and then tossed it from his teeth to his hand like a beast, throwing it away.

“If only you saw how hard it made me whenever I touched it…this damned feast kept me from you..."

“Then feast on me,” you dared in reply.

He smiled in response. He then eagerly flicked off the other garter and rolled off the stocking with his hand. Then, his fingers parting the lips between your legs, he delved in between you with his tongue. You bucked, releasing a moan already. You felt his eager tongue tasting that little nub of yours. He was kissing at- the little rosebud, just like the roses in the marzipan. It hit the nerves as you writhed on the rug. Your body was his. And he was going to take care of it.

Stars filled your eyes. He tasted even deeper as his tongue licked each bit of you. Then he returned, focusing on the bud- a strong, fast rhythm, as the country dances rather than the court dances. You couldn’t help but whimper, relishing being under his power. You ground your hips against him. You could feel his smile as he sucked against your clit gently, slowing down. You could feel that sensation, rising in you- but you would need speed to get to that sweet point of le petit mort. “More…I want more…” you moaned softly. Your back was starting to arch, bearing out one breast from its bodice.

He suddenly stopped and removed his head. His arm wiped off your arousal on his face and you smelled your own earthy scent. Everything in you was pent like a bucket full of water- but now nothing to crack it out. You sat up on your elbows as he rose to his knees.

“Henry! You…you….you starveling!” you cursed in frustration, looking back at him.

He chuckled, eyes shining at your exposed breast.

“The delay will make it better, you will see…Do You want more, my pretty queen?” he offered, his hands down to his pants.

“Yes, please, I want you- and you and you need to bare yourself too” you insisted.

You made sure to undo each button of his red jacket. Nimbly, each one came off until he got to the usual black undershirt beneath, and you flung it off over his head. You licked your lips at his beautiful chest. He flung off his codpiece and took off his tight pants, his erection freed and dripping as you were in anticipation. You ran a hand to touch his wide, muscular, flushed chest h- warm, welcoming, and all for you. He was yours every bit as you were his.

“How do you feel about this shift?” he asked you, putting your hands on the cloth

“I honestly don’t care about this one,” you answered.

“I’ll buy you a new one then-” he answered.

He ripped your shift from the collar down in one smooth tear. You gasped, the cold air and fireplace warmth hitting your bare skin. He place your breast in his hand and kiss it roughly, then moved up so his tongue swirled the nipple- his kisses were the sweetest fire.

“I…I…please, your…your…” you kept begging as you felt his mouth on your chest, yet your own soaking pussy screamed for returned attention.

Henry smiled again, his mouth over your breast to where you felt his breath full of the spices of the feast.

“Louder, darling….I want you loud tonight. I want to have you screaming so all of England knows how I satisfy you,” he ordered.

“Pease?” you responded in a clearer voice that echoed from the walls.

Immediately, he positioned himself sheathed inside you, eliciting a moan from you. Your walls embraced him. A most welcome intrusion.

“Henry- more, more, more. Harder, please,” you pleaded.

“As my queen commands,” he said.

He then grabbed your own hips and adjusted them, he took each of your legs until it was higher and he got it. He trusted again and got a deep spot- completely filling you- he removed you, then empty. Then he crashed his hips immediately in. Before you could take a breath, he slammed into you again, again, and again. Zounds, he was deep. And he was grunting, groaning like an animal, his curls falling before his face. He kept repeating your name in a whisper as he pounded into you, so fast you gasped for air. You had more moans come out of you, moans you.

“Be loud, be loud…I, uhmpf, I, I, -ugh- want to hear your echoes,” he grunted as he kept thrusting.

“Wh-What, I-“ you dazedly said.

He did another quick slam with a grunt interrupting you.

“OH!” you yelped.

It was the fastest he went, and he was moaning himself, cursing, trying to hold off though you felt barely a tremor as he pushed his cock deep in your walls.

“Cry-Cry-Cry out, wife!” he ordered in his own pleasure intoxicating him like ale.

Your hand had to grasp the leg of the chair to steady this wildness, fast, powerful thrusts- the intensity, the fucking you craved for finally given to you.

“Henry, I- Henry- Oh- YES! YES! THERE- GOD! HENRY- HAL-HENRY- I” you began to yell, rising up to screams as you felt yourself go up.

He began going rougher. This was it. The great pleasure you had craved eagerly for days. The lungs in your body were gasping, wanting the air that was knocked out of you with each, the chair moving in your hand only a little to keep up with the power of his movements. Your hand removed to flail to hold onto anything for support

He was practically slamming you on the rug again and again. He then had one hand to hold your wrists above your head, keeping you still so there for the support, no place but this deepness, this intensity. His grunts are animalistic in your ear and the repetitions of your name get huskier and even stop mid-syllable from the feel of how you clenched around him each time.

His other hand then slipped down catching your bud and playing it, matching speed with his thrusts going so fast that you felt as if you would die. All while continuing to violently slam into you. His own voice caught in his throat, the pitch slightly higher, he was getting there himself.

Then, he sped it up more, and your own body shook more, breasts bouncing with each thrust of his. This was ravishment, this was passion. You felt as if your clit would fly out and each bit of your pussy. It would break into pieces. But what sweet, sweet brokenness it was. He was getting louder too but you were practically screaming in his ear.

“I can’t- I’m goingto-I’m going to- Imgoing to I can’t-I can’t Ican’Ican’tIcan’tIcan’tIcan’tIcan’t I CAN’T! H-H-HAL! Henry- Henry- HenryHenryHenry I-“

And he was matching you, one last command.

“Come, darling- come with me, come with me, comewithmeCOMEWITHMECOME-”

It broke you like a punch. The shattering was so intense your vision went black, and you screamed out a last “HENRY!!” to echo across the tall stone walls. That was all he could take. With a last loud “AH!” from him you felt his release spill into you.

Tears had poured out of your eyes. You became dizzy and you could feel your own sex spinning and your legs pulsating from how hard you came. His cock was twitching inside you. You laid a hand behind his head in his hair and felt him almost crash over you, his arms letting go of his weight. He was sweating profusely and a hand of his reached behind your back and kept you close.

Both of you panted as you shook and then your climax began to drift down. Henry then raised his head, so his eyes met yours. You swept his blonde curls to be out of his face. Part of you even felt a laugh from the release and he let out a small one too. His seed poured inside you, mixed with your own climax that released between your own legs. A recipe invented by the court to cook a royal heir. And one where if this wasn't successful, it would be cooked again, again, and again.

“If I knew this would happen, I would have married and bedded you the minute I laid eyes on you-,” Henry confessed.

“Could we move there?” you asked with a laugh.

The seed eventually stopped from his cock. He adjusted his hips and pulled himself out. He took note to ask the servants to clean the rug tomorrow morning. Neither of you bothered redressing an inch, especially as your shift was in tatters. You walked limply into his bed and settled amongst the sheets and blankets. He was on the other side. You dangled a hand above your head on the pillow, staring upwards to the bed set in your state of sweet, sweet release at last.

Henry rolled onto his back, his eyes dating about and chest heaving, still recovering from his own little death. He then looked back at you. He was no longer dark, pent-up, and lustful. The King of England, Henry the Fifth, looked, oddly enough, shy.

“Y/N could you…could you hold me?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes, of course,” you answered.

You pulled him to rest his head on your chest. You wrapped an arm around him and the other on his head as he huddled close. Music was playing in the hall floating down. If it was from the feast or from the musicians known to accompany the king sometimes when he went to bed, you weren’t sure. If it was the latter and they waited as you both fucked on the rug… then however much they were paid was certainly not enough.

“Do you hear that? They’re playing that song! I know the tune but…I can’t remember the words…” Henry muttered, head perked up to listen.

“I know the words, Henry, you silly goose” you replied.

You shushed him and laid his head back on your chest. You heard him sigh with a grin. You combed one of your hands through his curls as you softly sang- a post-coital lullaby to a lover rather than a child:

“When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain, it raineth every day...”

Verse by verse, you softly sang to the king, your husband, your lover. Then the music melted back into silence, save the crackling fireplace.

“Y/N…I have a question,” Henry voiced from below.

He removed his head from your chest on the pillow. His eyes were wide and like blue goblets.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your head to him.

He placed his hands across his stomach and was twiddling his thumbs, glancing down at them.

“Do you…like me, Y/N?” he asked.

You let out a laugh.

“You were thrusting inside me as I was screaming your name moments ago,” you replied.

“Yes, but…do you like me?” he repeated.

You nestled your head to turn to him. You looked him in the eyes as his own shot up back at you.

“Yes, Henry, I do like you.” You answered.

He began to twiddle his thumbs again, eyes returning down. You saw him blush again.

“Y/N I…I…I, uhm…this is…this is hard to say but…I know neither of us chose this, I know you didn’t choose me but…but…”

All those speeches and commands of his yet the words could barely form out of his mouth. You then looked at him, taking his hand and resting yours on it, fingers reaching between.

“Y/N, I’m not a perfect man. My father had every reason to be angry with me. Sometimes I think the sun wouldn’t consider even burning my face in scorn. I get bad ideas. Sometimes I say the wrong things and I’m proud and I act without a thought but…but Y/N…”

He swallowed, glancing down, and then up with pleading eyes.

“With some time…and a little patience… do you think you could love me?”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then smiled, still holding hands on that safe, soft, warm bed.

“Aye, Henry, I could…”

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“I don’t see your point. I don’t want to work for royalty. I don't want anything to do with them, and I definitely don’t want anything to do with the prince.” Gwaine just frowned at him. Setting down his beer, Gwaine looked at him seriously.

“Arthur was the one who encouraged me to leave behind the title and do what I wanted and not what my father wanted of me. He is still my friend and is kind and strong. I believe that he will change this country, and it will be for the best. I saw your painting and knew it was him, and he hasn’t been shutting up about the dark-haired twink with a big dick for a month. Likewise, I knew it was you after seeing that painting. You should be thanking me, or would’ve been painting a ghost for the rest of your life.”

Merlin was frowning and trying to find a hole in Gwaine's logic, but was struggling. “Well, he’s a cock slut!” Merlin cried, and Gwaine just threw his head back and let out a long, deep laugh. “He barely saw me for twenty minutes before he was on his knees!”

Gwaine was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. “Yeah, he is like that. I’m surprised they have not caught yet him. Though Uther keeps his sexuality under lock and key. Thinks that just because he’s bisexual, that the whole ‘liking men’ thing is a phase.”

He felt his heart break a little about that. Most people think bisexuality is fake. That they only really like one side. If they are dating a man, that means they will just cheat on them with a woman. Or if they date a woman, that means they don’t really love her, and she’s just a beard. You really couldn’t win. It wasn’t just the straights that believed that, but most of the queer community.

It made Merlin want to reach out to Arthur, bring him into his arms, and tell the blonde that it was okay and that he understood. He had been on a date before he met Freya and Merlin had casually let it slip that he was bisexual and his date had gone very quiet before asking.

“So does that mean if we date, you’re going to be fucking men on the side?”

Merlin had been so taken aback, he didn’t even react when she had stood up and told him to call her when he picked the right side. Coming home had been a blur, walking into the flat, Gwaine took one look at his face and sat him down.

They had spent the night passing a bottle of cheap vodka back and forth, talking about sexuality. Gwaine was pansexual and mentioned that sometimes people asked him if it was even a real thing.

Freya hadn’t been like that; she was never thinking Merlin would be fickle or pick a side. Everything had been great till she broke it off with him, telling him that he needed to find passion. Looking over to the painting on the easel, he felt his heart flutter at all the colors.

The whole thing screamed of intense burning desire. It was kinda scary, looking at the feelings he had inside on a canvas for him to see outside himself. When he had painted for Freya it had been monochrome, still images of love and compassion, but it was dull. It was after she had seen the painting he had done for her that she broke it off.

To have these emotions for someone he barely knew and only met twice was making him a little nauseous, like when you’ve been on the Big Dipper for too long, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted off the ride yet. It was with every drop his stomach fluttered, and he rose out of his seat. He looked back at Gwaine, who was watching him with a knowing smirk.

“I just want to say that the month after the party I’ve never seen Arthur pine as much as he did when he thought he wouldn’t see you again, and I had to watch the Sophia disaster of twenty-sixteen, so let me tell you that means something.”

Hearing that made Merlin’s heart flutter and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “And how you wore his jacket and painted his face. I know the feelings are mutual.” Merlin flushed and tried to think how to deny it, but couldn’t come up with an excuse.

“I didn’t even know he was.” Merlin said lamely, and Gwaine just nodded, like it was the answer to everything. He couldn’t help that feeling of a thread being attached between him and the blonde at the moment they locked eyes.

Gwaine just picked up his controller and unpaused the game. “Sometimes that’s all it takes.” He said wisely. Leaving Merlin standing next to his painting, feeling lost.

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azaleaniath · 2 years

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Hey hey, another Merlin oneshot here, this one's Percival x reader, a rather funny yet fluffy one

Have fun reading~

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(please don't copy or change my writings without consent, but feel free to share)

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"What a stressfull day..." Elyan cried out, stretching his back. The best knights of camelot had assembled in the conference room to talk about the upcoming festival tomorrow and then call it a day.

"Are you guys excited?" you asked with a slight grin, observing the knights' reaction closely, one after another.

"Of course we are. It's a festival, dear (Y/N). There will be food, wine, off-duty time... And pretty ladies~" Gwaine wiggles his eyebrows with a cheeky smile.

You acted a bit shocked, placing a hand on your by a chainmail covered chest. With wide eyes you looked at him, streching your neck forward.

"Are you saying you're cheating on me? You've got your eyes on other women?" The sarcastic undertone in your voice made the other knights chuckle.

"Awe, my beautiful (Y/N), you know you're our collective priority and will always be, Percy's especially~"

Now that he mentioned the one knight you truly liked more than anyone, not just liked, but loved, your face reddened up a bit.

Everyone knew of the tension between you and the tallest of the knights. They've only known you for as long as they had known him, but it was clear to see that the relationship between you and him was different from the others.

Arthur chimed in as well. "My men all love you deeply, they would all die for you, (Y/N)".

"For you and you only, Milady. " Leon added with a genuine smile. You looked at the man, bowing with a smile back at him.

"Well, if you're so eager to talk to the ladies tomorrow", both hands now rested on your hips, "I hope you practiced some of your best pickup lines?, Gwaine? "

"Of course. How else would I woo them?" the brown haired man replied.

"Hmm, with a dance maybe?"

"Oh no, dancing isn't really for me. I'll leave that to someone else. Leon, maybe?"

Leon looked at Gwaine in surprise, raising his hands next to his hand.

"I think he's better off with conversation. No offense, you're a smart man." You chimed in.

"No offense taken."

"Men, you can't leave me and my wonderful wife alone on the dance floor. What about you, Elyan?"

Elyan furrowed his eyes for a moment and huffed. "No, I think I'd only scare the women with my moves."

"See, everyone has their own speciality when it comes to handling women", Lancelot added, leaning against the table close to you.

"Mind sharing your thoughts?" You asked, interested in what he would answer.

Lancelots eyes scanned the room, analyzing his fellow knights.

He pointed at each one while listing up their qualities.

"So, Gwaine's in with the pick up lines. Leon is a man of high quality conversations, the smart one. Women like smart men. Then we have Elyan, he's the funny one. Ladies easily fall for a good sense of humor."

"What about Percival?" Gwaine asked, walking up to the tall man, pressing his elbow into his side.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, his eyes quickly met yours for a bare second.

"Just look at him. He speaks for himself."

"His muscles do." Elyan added with a grin, earning a chuckle from his friends. Again, you blushed, feeling the heat in your face as you observed this gigantic man covered in muscles.

"What about you, Lancelot? What's your skill?" Leon asked with high interest. The blonde knight crossed his arms in front of his chest as you glared over to Lancelot. He was your best friend, for many years. He was also the one who introduced you to Percival. The three of you came to Camelot when Merlin had reached out to Lancelot.

"I repeat", Arthur voice echoed through the room, "don't you dare leave me alone on the dance floor with Guinevere."

Gwaine shrugged, looking around the group members. "Guess Lancelot will have to take on this one, then."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"And who am I supposed to dance with?"

All eyes landed on you.

"I'd love to dance with you. Wouldn't be the first time, would it, Lance?"

Percival's expression hardened when he heard you call his comrade by his nickname. If only you'd talk to him like this more.

"Come on, let's see it!" Elyan encouraged you, receiving a refusing glance from the both of you.

As much as you'd enjoy this, you much rather hoped for Percival to dance with you.

"(Y/N)! Lancelot! (Y/N)! Lancelot!"

Over and over again the men cheered your names, even Arthur did, in hopes to have at least one couple join him and his wife the next day.

"Alright, alright!" you both laughed.

Lancelot knelt down in front of you, gently kissing the knuckles of your hand. Even after spending so many years as your best friend, he was still a gentleman towards you, fully aware of the fact that you were just as boyish as the rest of the team sometimes, especially in the tavern.

As Lancelot got up again, he pulled you in close, one of his hands rested on your hip, the other one got a hold of yours. The knights were still cheering and clapping rhythmically, all except Percival. The view almost hurt him.

You started to dance to the beat with him, beginning with a few slow and adequate steps. He lead you across the room, a smile on his face when he saw you enjoying the dance.

"Aye, show us some more!" Gwaine shouted, "More passion, yeah!"

He never failed to make you laugh with his kind of behavior and humor, so your eyes met the ones of Lancelot. A slight nod from him was enough for you to understand, quickening your steps, loosening your hips, moving them along to the given rythm.

Your best friend swung you around the room, turning you into his embrace with your arms crossed, holding onto each others hands as you danced very close against him.

'If Percival would just dance with me like this...'

Lancelot swung you back around, facing your smile. Suddenly he closed the space between his lips and your ear to an inch and you heard him whisper something into your ear, so quiet it was noticeable for you only.

"Guess who can't take his eyes off you, (Y/N/N)~"

"Huh?"

"Oh, you've heard me. A certain someone is especially staring."

You smallowed before your friend could swirl you around so you could see Percivals expression. He didn't look to happy, yet on the other hand he was mesmerized and head over heels on love with the sight of you winding your elegant body to the rythm.

You saw Leon approaching him closer, turning his face towards Percivals ear as well, leaning in a bit.

"They'd make a beautiful couple, wouldn't they now?" He rarely teased his friend, but he had decided that it was far time for both of you to talk about it. He had to live with this weird tension between Merlin and Arthur for years, getting pretty sick of it. Another one of these situations and he would retire, he swore to himself.

"Hmm." Percival's anwer was merely a word, more some kind of a low growl. Oh how much he hated Leon for his teasing.

"Go on big guy, talk to her."

"Weren't you the high quality conversation guy?" the tall knight answered in a low voice without even looking at Leon. He was way too busy watching that beautiful, to him perfect body of yours, dance in the candlelight. Jeslousy overcame him.

"Percival. I can't stand seeing you two like this. Go and claim your princess, before she'll get detatched because she's tired of waiting."

By now, Leon seemed a bit more serious. You watched the two knights talk quietly, with of them having their eyes on you and your friend.

" Okay, that's enough."

Lancelot accepted your decision, immediately stopping, bowing before you.

"It's always a pleasure, (Y/N/N).

Next show will cost you some coins though, boys!"

The guys clapped one last time before sinking their hands. Arthur looked at both of you in surprise.

"I didn't know you were so skilled, both of you?"

"It's the footwork, sire."

"Now you only have to join me and Gwen tomorrow as well. Don't leave me hanging and you'll both get the next day off."

Hearing this, the fellow knights playfully volunteered to dance with you as well.

"We didn't know about a reward?"

"That changes it all, I'll volunteer!"

"I'd like to dance as well, milord!"

"I've changed my mind, sire, I'm in!"

You shook your head huffing and came closer to the other knights, Lancelot taking this opportunity into his own hands.

"I think", he patted Percival's shoulder , "my man right here could use one a day off."

Lancelot had been trying to get you to talk about your feelings for Percival for some time. He saw the pain in Leon's eyes everytime the tall man and you were awkwardly flirting without any kind of progress.

Both your cheeks were glowing, your heartrate quickened. Percival's eyes met yours, making it hard for you not to smile brightly at him.

"I think you should take this opportunity, Percy."

For a second, his eyes drifted away from you and met the one's of Lancelot.

Soon the other knights understood the mission. Leon gave him an encouraging push forward, a spark of hope was visible in his eyes.

"On second thought I think Leon, Lancelot, Gwaine and I should stick to what we're best at, right guys?" Elyan spoke, Gwaine adding "She'll probably feel safest around a big guy like you, in case she'll trip."

Leon was probably panicking inside as much as you, yet barely showing anything of it.

Patiently waiting for Percival to speak up, you came a bit closer to him and crossed your arms.

"I don't know if that's what she wants-"

"Then ask her." not just the knights but also the king said satisfying even and perfect sync.

Percival looked around, then back at you. A cold shower ran down his spine, he could almost feel the stares from all sides.

Once he found the strength to speak up he cleared his throat and took a hold of your hand. Of course it made it harder with all the pressure from the men around but maybe this was what it would take to get him to talk.

Leon risked a painful future revenge and used the advantage of being almost as tall as Percival to push one of his own knees into the back of one of Percival's, making the man sink onto one knee involuntarily.

Lancelot and Leon supported their weight onto Percivals shoulder so he wouldn't even get the chance to get back up before talking to you.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, looking over to the innocent smiling knights at Percivals side.

Then again you locked eyes with the handsome and yet so soft and gentle giant.

"(Y/N), would you do me the honor of dancing with me tomorrow?" He finally asked after what felt like an eternity.

Your heart nearly sprang out of your chest as you nodded happily. "I'd love that, Percy!"

Soon his lips found the knuckles of your hand. Daring to close your eyes for a second you inhaled deeply, the happy expression in your face not ceasing to lessen one bit.

As Percival tried to get up again, he immediately got denied by Leon and Lancelot. "Guys, I'm done here, would you let me go no-"

"Ah, I think you forgot something." Arthur interfered, walked up behind him and placed his hands next to the ones of his comrades, helping holding him down.

Elyan and Gwaine kept one foot each on Percivals calf so he really couldn't possibly get up.

The surrounding knights all smiled at you nicely as if they couldn't hurt a fly.

"If you could stop bothering me for a second-"

"Talk."

A grunt escaped Percivals lips and he lowered his head for a second before looking up into your clear eyes again.

"... (Y/N), I would like to speak with you in person. It's fun, I get that, but I'd like to tell you something without 5 grown man holding me down in the meantime."

You looked at the fellow knights, giving them an approving nod. One after one, they hesitantly let go to let him get back up.

He placed an arm around your waist and escorted you out of the room, just around the corner to be out of reach for the others to hear.

The knight gently reached out for both your hands and placed a soft kiss onto both of them.

"(Y/N), I like you a lot."

"So do the other knights. They love me, you heard them~"

You teased him, hoping he would speak clearer.

"And I do that too. But, not quite like the others. They love you like a little sister, but to me you are far more. If it was my choice alone, I'd spend my lifetime by your side as more than a comrade. As much as I love seeing you interact with the other knights, I'd love to make you mine, forever."

In shock, your jaw dropped an inch. You did expect a confession, but what he just said was apparently much more than that.

"Percy, are you... proposing to me.. right now?"

The man chuckled out of shyness, getting onto one knee again, now out of his free will.

"I don't have a ring for you, but if you want this to be a proposal then... yes. (Y/N), would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

In disbelief you blinked a few times. This was not a dream.

"I-I", as confident and flirty as you usually were, the man had taken it all away with his unexpected words.

"There's nothing I'd rather do. Noone I'd rather marry. So yes, Percy, I do."

As fast as possible the knight got up and captured your lips in a lovely kiss while he hugged you ever so gently. Within a mere second you threw your arms around him, kissing him back with all your love.

Once you parted he looked you in the eyes, his own ones filled with happiness through and through.

"I think we should pass the news on so that Leon can sleep in peace tonight. I think if we wait for just a bit longer, he will be in need of a long vacation."

He nodded, guiding you back towards the other knights.

"Why is there no ring of your hand yet?" Lancelot joked, not knowing about the proposal yet.

The two lovebirds of you chuckled.

Leon was in the background, panic in his eyes. He couldn't take it one second longer if you didn't finally share it anytime soon.

"Not yet." Percival answered with a proud smile, pulling you closer to put his arm around your waist.

"For now, a promise must do."

"Wait, what promise?" Lancelot asked, unsure of what you both tried to express.

"I promised him to spend my life with him."

"So, our little (Y/N) is our big boy's betrothed now, am I hearing right?" Gwaine asked with a wide, happy smile.

"Uhuh, you could say that."

Right after you spoke the knights gathered around you, cheering for their lives. You swore that you saw Lancelot's eyes being wetter than usual, and so were Leon's . He was finally freed of the curse of the weird tension. Long had they all awaited this, everyone. Especially you.

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