Archive Warning: Major Character Dearh
Categories: F/M, M/M, Other
Relationships: Leon & Spa Treatment, Leon & Merlin, Gwen & Leon, Lancelot & Leon, Gwaine & Leon, Elyan & Gwaine, Gwaine & Lancelot & Elyan & Leon, Lancelot & Gwaine
Characters: Leon, Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine, Elyan, Lancelot, Gwen, Percival, Thermae Bath Spa, Apple
Additional Tags: Lubble, Leon Gets a Spa Day...Sort Of, Leon Realising That He's Repressed All the Trauma He's Experienced, Fluff That Accidentally Became Angst, Fluff and Angst, Repressed Memories, Babysitter Leon, The Knights Trying to Wreak Havoc, Post-Canon, Merlin's Magic Revealed, Immortal Leon, Bath, Leon the Long-Suffering Knight, The Knights Being Mildly Chaotic
Summary: Leon has been running from his problems since Camelot was destroyed and the life he knew lost. When he books a day treatment at a spa, he realises that there's a lot of things left to unpack and it looks like such a process is about to he very rudely interrupted. All he wanted was a quiet day to himself...
Leon leans back in the massage jet, eyes closed, as he tries to work out where exactly everything has all gone horribly wrong.
He and Merlin had been planning a spa day for months, long before Arthur had come back on the scene. Quite frankly, Merlin’s old bones needed it, but with his youth returning with Arthur’s laugh, the two of them were spending every waking moment together before the inevitable event of Albion’s need for Arthur suddenly becoming very great. Leon had seen enough of the land to know that Albion equated to Merlin: Merlin, who still was rooted to the ancient magic of the earth – and Leon himself, for that matter. But, on the off-chance that Albion did indeed equate to modern Britain after all, Leon thought it best to squeeze in a spa day before the apocalypse.
Leon had welcomed Bath back with open arms several decades previously, when the separation from Merlin had begun to sting his very soul. He had missed him and missed the town where they had spent so many hours together as they watched the world age. It hadn’t been that difficult to secure a property when he had a small hoard of tokens from Camelot tucked away beneath the insole of his shoe. He was always reluctant to part with items that were as old as him, and had become like pieces of his soul, but for the sake of existing in relative anonymity it was necessary, every century or so, to sell them to some collector. Had he known that shortly after he moved Arthur would be returning, Leon probably would have stayed away slightly longer.
Written for @camelove2021
