Who Did That To You?
Part 2 | Part 3 !NSFW!
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Merlin x Reader
Summary: Reader is kidnapped by bandits/Morgana’s henchmen and Merlin proceeds to go apeshit. And if you want some mood music, I wrote this while listening to a cover done by Ruel which can be found here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyUxwAlpPdE
Merlin storms through the camp, his blue eyes ablaze with sorcerer’s fire. He raises his hand and the man behind you goes flying into the trunk of a tree, making contact with a sickening crack. The bandit crumples to the ground and remains there, unmoving. Two more roar as they charge forward, weapons raised. Against Merlin, they don’t stand a chance. If anything, his eyes glow brighter as he raises both arms this time, disposing of them in the same manner as the first. The final two meet their end being crushed by a tree branch the size of a battering ram. Now it’s just you and Merlin left.
Just looking at him makes you feel like all the air is being sucked out of your lungs. The forest is thick with tension and you know it’s all because of the man in front of you. You had witnessed Merlin do magic before, but not like this. This was something else - it was almost as if he had lost all control. No, more like he didn’t give a single sod about control. He hadn’t even uttered a single spell, it had all been done out of raw emotion. The ferocity painted on his face and displayed in his actions scared you.
Your breaths came out in rasps as you took in your surroundings. The greenery of the grass and leaves was being leeched out, only for an ashy grey colour to take its place. Merlin was absorbing the life force out of everything surrounding you both. You had to stop him.
“Merlin!” You kicked off the loosened rope that ad kept you tethered to your post and ran forward.
“Merlin.”
You came to a stop in front of each other, but he didn’t acknowledge you. His eyes were still the colour of molten gold, it was like he was somewhere else. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, tilting his gaze down to you. You tried to ignore the way the metal shackles rubbed your wrists raw. Merlin’s jaw was clenched and you could see how he grit his teeth. The pressure from his magic was making your head spin.
“Merlin, stop!”
After a few more moments of nothing, you did the only thing you could think of. Out of desperation, you pulled him in for a kiss. You pressed your lips hard into his, only breaking contact to speak before going in for more kisses.
“Merlin, please stop. I’m okay now, I’m fine. I need you to stop. Please…come back to me. Stop and come back to me, please…please.”
After a few moments you felt Merlin’s hands come down to rest on your hips, his eyelashes fluttering against your eyelids as his lips pushed back against yours with hesitation. You pull back and blink open your eyes, heart stuttering in your chest when you see Merlin’s brilliant bright blue eyes looking back at you.
A shaky exhale of relief. You have your Merlin back.
Merlin’s hands come up to hold your own. He mutters a spell, eyes flashing for a brief moment before the shackles fall to the ground. You sigh as Merlin’s hands slide down to hold your wrists, keeping his touch gentle to not further irritate the red blistering skin.
“They hurt you.”
“It would have been worse if you hadn’t found me when you did.”
“I’m sorry I took so long.”
“Don’t be.”
Merlin’s hands close around your wrists before he murmurs another spell. When he opens his hands, your blisters and cuts are gone. Your wrists still hurt, but the sting is gone at least.
“Better?”
“Much. Thank you.”
Silence stretches between you both as Merlin brushes his thumbs across the back of your hands.
“Merlin?” He looks up to meet your eyes, “Take me home.”
“Of course.” Merlin removes his jacket and slides it over your shoulders.
You put your arms through the sleeves and pull it closed around you before following him to where he had left the horse. Merlin helps you up into the saddle before mounting himself behind you. Your hands curl around his forearms as he takes up the reigns. You allow yourself to lean back into his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck. You tilt your head up, lips brushing the skin under his jaw. Merlin tilts his face down to yours, pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss before urging the horse on.
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A/N: This was getting a bit long, so I’ve decided to split it into two parts. Part Two will be posted soon and it will also be smutty~
