seen from Türkiye
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Spain
seen from France
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Nepal
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Nepal
seen from Australia
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
‘ Your eyes locked to the fire and they started to take form of an horse and he ran around the flames before sprinting towards the sky and vanishing. You bit your lips and looked at Gwaine and Merlin before Gwaine started to smile.
Gwaine: I can’t believe you kept this from me all that time.
His eyes and voice was filled with wonder and genuine happiness.
Y/N: Well we aren’t overly welcomed here.
Gwaine: Nevertheless I’m glad that you deemed me trustworthy for this secret.
‘ Gwaine: She’s right there.
Y/N: Percival?
Percival: I’m right here, we’re gonna get you out of there. Nothings gonna happen. I’m here now.
Y/N: Thank god! I thought I was gonna rot in here.
Percival: What have you gotten yourself into now?
Y/N: I might’ve stepped on Merlin’s nerves... ‘
‘ Merlin: I swear if he touches her one more time…
Arthur: You’ll do what? Fight him?
Merlin: Why, you think I can’t fight him?
Arthur: You won’t stand a chance with a toddler yet alone a knight like Gwaine
Merlin: ….
Arthur: It’s all right. Y/N likes you too much for her own good anyway. She won’t do anything. On the other hand Gwaine.
Merlin: Don’t finish that sentence. Oh bloody hell is he… OI GWAINE! GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF OF Y/N! ‘
‘ Merlin: Go wake Percival up! It’s your turn!
Y/N: Fine! Where is he?
Merlin: Over there.
Y/N: You owe me one.
Merlin: Psh. You’ll thank me when you get married.
Y/N: I hate you. *walks in Percival’s direction.* Hey! Percy! Wake up-
Percival: *stretches* *Shows off his abs* Why?
Y/N: It-It’s our turn to… to stand watch… I’ll be waiting by the fire. *blush*
Percival: *laughs and gets up* I’ll race you there. *wink* ‘
A/N: So I’m back from the dead but appereantly my writing isn’t... :/ sorry for this crap.
follow up of this imagine!
‘ Y/N: It’s a trap! It’s a trap! Merlin, It’s a trap!
Gaius and Gwen shared worried looks and tried to calm your unconscious state. You turned in your bed mumbling little phrases about Merlin, Arthur and the dangers they face.
Arthur: Merlin get the flowers!
Merlin grabbed the flowers and put them in his little pouch while staring down at the millions of little eight legged devils.
Y/N: Climb faster… Please… Merlin…
Your thoughts echoed in Merlin’s head.
Merlin: I’m coming back Y/N. I promise. ‘
‘ Percival: Hold on tight, okay.
Merlin: Wrap your arms real tight around him Y/N!
Y/N: Won’t you cut it out already?
Percival: *draws sword* You have anything else to add?
Merlin: *nervous laughter* What? No, no, no, not at all.
Percival: Yeah that’s what I thought. *looks threateningly at the others.* Problem?
Knights: Nope. ‘
‘ You barged in behind Merlin.
Merlin: Stop! It’s poisoned! Don’t drink!
Uther: What?
Arthur: Merlin, What are you doing?
Y/N: Bayard laced Arthur’s goblet with poison.
Bayard: This is an outrage! *draws swords*
Arthur: Not you Y/N you are supposed to be the reasonable one!
Uther: Order your men to put down their swords. You are outnumbered.
Bayard: I will not let this insult to go unchallenged.
Uther: On what grounds do you base this accusation?
Arthur: I’ll handle this. Merlin, Y/N, you idiots, have we been at the sloe gin again?
You grabbed the goblet from Merlin’s hand
Uther: Unless you want to be strung up, you’ll tell me why you think it’s poisoned- now.
Merlin looked between you, the goblet and Uther.
Y/N: This could be your proof.
Merlin: No. No don’t. Y/N don’t
You drink from the goblet.
Merlin looked at you and sighed at relief.
Merlin: It’s fine.
You cracked a small smile but it suddenly turned sour as you started gaging. As you fell down you could hear the distinct voice of Uther barking commands and Merlin’s voice, but it soon blended in with the darkness. ‘
‘ Y/N: You know I’m not really *hic* not that *hic* drunk.
Lancelot: Yeah you keep on saying that love.
Y/N: Really. I can drink more. Why don’t we go back and I’ll show it?
Lancelot: We will continue over at my house. How about that?
Y/N: Taking a girl to your house, sire? You do that often?
Lancelot: Only when you are drunk. ‘
