#merlin x reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐠𝐠

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: 'he's' your husband & you live together ִֶָ ִֶָ🦢་༘

I've been rewatching Merlin and it's honestly such a brilliant show. So, if anyone has any requests based on Merlin, I'd be happy to write it!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐴𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑟

・You had been walking in the forest, something you liked to do from time to time ... without your guards ...

・When you came upon a large stone, or not a stone at all.

・Weirdly enough, as you picked it up, you noted that it was warm, not too heavy and slightly glowing.

・You tucked it underneath your cloak and stalked back to the castle.

"Arthur?" You called, looking for your husband in your chambers.

・He usually waited for you around lunchtime to eat together. And he was doing just that.

"Arthur! Look!" You ran up to him, and revealed the now gleaming egg.

"Darling, what is this?"

・Arthur stood up from his chair and carefully examined the warm oval object.

・He carefully put it down on the table and stood back, hands on hips.

・You looked at each other, eyebrows raised then said in unison: "Merlin."

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛

・As the last Dragon Lord, Merlin knows exactly what a dragon egg looks like.

・So, when you came inside your cottage, and held it up for him to see, he was astonished.

"My love, where did you find it?"

・Merlin was excited, he couldn't pretend otherwise.

・As a Dragon Lord, it was his responsibility to look after issues like this - a wayward egg.

"I found it out by the oak tree, it was just sitting there. Like it was waiting for us."

・Merlin nodded and once again looked at the egg, still in your arms.

・He slowly took it from you and held it up, "there seems to be a slight outline of the dragon, look-"

・And for hours, the two of you poured your attention into the egg. Pondering and investigating together, wondering whether you should keep it or not.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑡

・You knew you could trust Lancelot with anything magical. Even though it was outlawed.

・He found the mystical side of the world fascinating.

・Therefore, his reaction wasn't negative in the slightest.

・When you brought the egg to him, he was intrigued.

"I've never seen such a thing as this-" he said with awe. And he looked at you with such admiration, you thought your heart would burst from your chest.

"I was thinking we could give it to Merlin, since he's more knowledgable about these things."

"I agree, that's good thinking, my love."

・In truth, it was still a few days until you gave the egg to Merlin

・Both you and Lancelot wanted to keep it for a little while.

・It was so beautiful, with the intricate designs and captivating colour. It was a shade you had never seen before.

・When you gave it to Merlin, it was difficult. You wanted so badly to keep it for yourself - then again, that's probably a reason why you needed to give it to someone else.

"You will look after it, won't you Merlin?" You said with slight defense.

"Of course I will," he said with an sympathetic smile and took it from your hands.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐺𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒

・You were both in the woods, walking hand - in - hand, when something called to you.

・It called only to you.

・You listened, and followed, Gwaine trailing behind.

"My sweet, where are we going?" He called after you, trying to watch his step and nearly falling over.

"Just follow!" You called over your shoulder. It was only for a few minutes until you saw it.

・There it was, sunshine shining down, like a natural spotlight, illuminating the egg.

・You gasped, knowing exactly what it was. A beautiful dragon's egg.

"Gwaine, look!" You pointed, and he followed your finger.

"What is that?" He asked, and walked towards it.

・He picked it up and brought it to you, "it looks like an egg," he whispered.

"It is... a dragon's egg," you replied and his eyes widened.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛

・You were quiet as you entered your home. Gently opening and closing the front door.

・Until you turned around and nearly jumped out of your skin

"Now where have you been?" Your husband stood there, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised...a ghost of a smile on his face...

・A lie wouldn't help you in this situation...only because you were holding the egg in your hands.

"I-um, well...look I was foraging but I came across this and thought it would be best if I took it home..."

・Leon shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"So what is it exactly?" He asked.

"It's ... it's um, well it's a dragon egg-"

・Your husband grew pale, and you motioned for him to sit down.

・You placed the egg down on the table and told Leon to come and see for himself.

"The egg is beautiful Leon, please you must have a look-"

・Slowly standing up, he walked over and squatted down so that he was at eye-level with the egg.

"It is quite beautiful," he murmured. But you could tell there was apprehension.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

・Your tall and strong husband was confused at first.

・He didn't understand what it was that you were holding. Even when you explained it to him, he was confused as to why you had it.

"Wife, why do you have a dragon egg? Is it not dangerous? Illegal?"

・You snorted, "don't be a spoil sport," you replied and held up the egg to examine it further.

・You had found it deep in the forest, and it had tripped you over.

・It was pretty much asking for your help!

・That's what you sound to Percival and he laughed.

"Okay, but what happens when it hatches? What then?"

・You pursed your lips and took a deep breath in... "then we have a new addition to the family?" You said quietly.

"A what?" He laughed in complete disbelief.

"It could work perfectly, and we could name it ... give it it's own room ..."

"You've thought about this already, haven't you."

・You gave him a cheeky smile and shrugged your shoulders.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑛

・One morning you were collecting strawberries when you saw a flash of light reflecting from something.

・It was a stone-like item, oval in shape and seemed to have a slight glimmer about it.

・You picked it up without a single thought, and held it toward the light. There seemed to be something inside it, although you couldn't make out what it was.

・Then you heard your name being called.

"I'm here Elyan!" you replied back and turned to see your husband jogging toward you.

"What do we have here?" He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm not sure exac-"

・You were explaining until Elyan interrupted.

"That's an egg, a dragon egg. Wh- Where did you find it, exactly?"

・You were taken aback, but, put down your basket and pointed to the empty space.

"My love, put it back, slowly..." He said and held his hands up in the air to imitate you putting it back down.

・You were shocked at his reaction, but even more shocked that you were holding an actual dragon egg.

・You put it down where you found it but you knew that wasn't the end of you and the dragon egg.

[dreamygirl19]

​✦ MERLIN​​ — “ Magic is neither good nor evil. It is only as pure as the heart that wields it. ”

꩜ OUAT Masterlist

[multi-fandom-imagine]

The urge to write for Arthur Pendragon is real.

[evvy96]

Hide and Seek

The group looked at Arthur like he’d grown two new heads.

“A game? Now?” Gwaine asked him with a huffed laugh.

“Why not? It’s still light out, and with how poorly the hunt went I know we have too much energy to be able to sleep when it gets dark. This will help us get out the energy and get us out of our comfort zones. It’s a fun game, I promise.” He looked around at the group, watching their eyes light up at the prospect of getting some pent-up energy out of their systems, but Gwen only looked on with a questioning gaze. She had a feeling what he was up to, he could tell. She always knows what I’m doing.

“So, what’s the game?” Percival asked, bringing an even bigger smile to the King’s face.

“It’s called Hide and Seek.” He exclaimed. Leon let out a groan from his left and an excited squeak pop from between y/n’s lips. Leon dreaded this game, and y/n knew much fun as it could be, “That game can last for hours! Especially in a bloody forest!” Arthur laughed. “Well, we’ll just have to set some ground rules, won’t we? I was thinking we pair up so it's easier to search and we can find people faster, and when you’re caught you have to help the rest of us search until the last team wins.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “Sounds fair,” y/n spoke up, “who will be paired together?” The smile returned with a vengeance, making Gwen laugh softly behind her hand to conceal the amusement from her two friends.

“I was thinking Elyan and Lancelot can be a pair, Gwen and Percival, Gwaine and Leon, I can go on my own, and Merlin and y/n can pull out the numbers. I’ll start as Seeker.”

Merlin could only beam as his eyes moved from Arthur to y/n beside him. He loved any time he got to spend alone with her and couldn’t wait to have some fun.

“Okay! Start running, no farther than 30 yards so we don’t get lost, and I’ll count to 100 to give you time to hide. GO!” Arthur laughed out as he covered his eyes with his hands and started counting.

The pairs looked at each other before laughing, grabbing arms and hands, running in different directions across the field they’d settled in.

Y/n and Merlin ran as fast as their legs could carry them, heading east towards the field where they’d tumbled and scared the hunt. Y/n’s legs and chest were burning, but with her heart thumping in her ears at the feeling of Merlin’s hand grasping her own, pulling her through the brush and hiding behind the biggest trunks they could find across the field, just at the border of their 30-yard limit, she just couldn’t find it to care. She wrapped an arm around the tree, letting herself lean forward to allow the air to reach her lungs as she panted and laughed, Merlin doing the same thing on the tree 5 paces to her right. The trunks weren’t thick enough to hide them both behind one tree, so the next tree over allowed them to hide but stay close together.

“I forgot how much fun Arthur can be when he’s in a good mood. We haven’t played this game since we were kids.” Y/n laughed as she finally caught her breath and lent against the tree, watching Merlin as he stood with his head poking out from the tree to the direction they had just come.

She saw the tell-tale Gold shimmer in his irises and her heart fluttered. She loved that Merlin was comfortable enough to do Magic so openly near her, and that Gold, making his eyes look like pools of sunlight reflecting off water, her heart started racing again.

The Gold dispersed and beautiful Baby Blues returned as she turned to her and smiled.

“Just looking at how Arthur’s doing. He’s found Gwen and Percival, and Elyan and Lance. Only Gwaine and Leon left then he’ll be coming for us.”

He rests his back against the tree, pulling a foot up to rest below his rear and letting his head fall with a soft, barely audible thump against the solid wood. His head turned to stare at y/n again, his smile softening as he gazed at her s/c skin shining with light perspiration.

“He used to be fun?

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand so as not to let the sound alert the King to their location. She peered out to the left the tree, eye out in case anyone was to approach.

“He was so much fun. He invented this game, at least he likes to say he did. He came up with so many fun games for us to play after Morgana and I moved into the Palace. Gana was always so sad, after Gorlois passed. To lose her father so soon after losing her mother, it was too much for a nine-Winter-old to take. But Arthur, charming as ever even at that age, was always so determined to see his cousin laugh, well at least who he thought was his cousin.”

She received no response, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for Merlin. Y/n was a talker, and Merlin was always content to just listen and nod along and laugh when she remembered something funny.

“Gana was happier so much faster than my parents thought she would be when we moved to the palace.”

“I never did ask. You were 9 summers old when Morgana moved to Camelot, right?”

“Yes?”

“How were your parents so okay with you moving to the other side of the Kingdom?”

Y/n smiled softly, a sadness in her eyes that made Merlin want to cross the little space between their trees and risk being found so he could wrap her in a hug. But he refrained.

“They were saddened for me to leave home so young, but they understood that I needed to look after her and she needed someone she knew in her new home.” She rest her head softly against the trunk, letting herself get lost in memories of her oldest friend, crying out in the middle of the night, nightmares plaguing her of the loss of her parents, of losing Uther and Arthur, having no one to care for her.

So lost in her thoughts, she barely registered the voices of Arthur and the rest of the group heading in their direction. She quickly darted her head back behind the tree so she wouldn’t be spotted and started laughing softly.

“I miss her still, Merlin. I wish things could have been different.”

Still no response, but a soft thud to her right made her head turn sharply in Merlin’s direction, finding him sprawled out on the forest floor, as if sleeping. She would have thought as much too, if it weren’t for the burly bandit behind him, the edge of his dagger clear in his fist, meaning Merlin was knocked out cold. Y/n’s e/c eyes widened, wanting instinctively to rush to Merlin’s side and cradle his head, but she knew better. She slowly started to back away, ears sharp for any sounds coming where she couldn’t see, scared to turn her back to the brute in front of her.

As soon as she was clear of the tree and the roots breaching through the dirt, she turned and started running.

“Arthur!” She called as she forced her legs to move through the jelly like feeling she had been trying to shake off at the trees. She pushed herself in the direction of the camp, hoping the Knights were nearby to hear, “Elyan, Percy, Leon help!”

As she approached the edge of the clearing she heard the shuffle of feet heading her way and almost sighed in relief, only to find herself yanked backwards by her hair and colliding with solid mass. Arms wrapped around her and pulled her backwards as she struggled, moving her hands down to try and pull the restraint from her waist, screaming for her friend.

“ARTHUR! ARTH-MMPH” Her panicked cries cut short as a cloth covered her lips, a sickening sweet scent filling her nostrils and funnelling down into her lungs. Her struggles weakened, legs kicking out slower as her body failed her and she was overcome with the urge to sleep. Her final thought was of Merlin, frightened of what might happen to him as her mind drifted into the darkness.

[lovelyflower23]

Merlin BBC Works

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[imaginingsofotherworlds]

Gwaine x Reader: Worthy

Synopsis: Gwaine has no shortage of callers. How could you compete?

Today was the day. You were finally going to do it. You were going to tell him. You and Gwaine were already close, but you had been hiding your feelings for so long. It was getting exhausting, and you honestly couldn't take the secrets anymore. You were going to do it, but you still needed a confidence boost.

Which is where your best friend came in. When you arrived at her cottage, she was admiring herself in front of her mirror. You noted she was wearing one of her nicer gowns, and a flower crown was perched on top of her head.

"Wow!" You exclaimed. "What's the occasion?" You asked. She spun around.

"Y/N! You think it looks nice?"

"Of course it does, why are you all dressed up?" You asked again.

"I'm going to make my move today." She proclaimed. "I'm going to tell my crush I like him!" She suddenly looked nervous. "I hope he accepts it."

"Dressed like that? Of course he will!" You assured her. "Who is it? I don't think you've told me about any boys you fancy."

"He's a knight," She said, fiddling with her skirts. You were a handmaid for Queen Guinevere, so you probably knew him. You told your friend as such. "Maybe you do! He's a member of the Round Table. His name is Gwaine.”

Fuck.

"Oh!" You said cheerily, plastering a fake smile on your face. "No, I don't think I recognize that name," You lied. The bell tower chimed.

"Is that the time?! I better get going. Wish me luck!" She breezed by you and out the door.

"Good luck." You whispered to the empty room. You quietly left your friend's house, blowing out the candle and locking the door, knowing she had a habit of being forgetful. As you slowly made your way back to the castle you continued to think about what you had been planning. You scoffed to yourself. You may be a little biased, but your friend was gorgeous. And you were... you. If you had told your friend about what you wanted to do, you know she would've been gracious and stepped aside. Which wasn't fair to her. And after all, she had a better chance than you did. Why would you bother sharing your feelings when you were almost certain the response would be negative?

"Hey Y/N!" You turned around to see Gwaine jogging to catch up to you. Speak of the devil.

"Hey Gwaine," You smiled. "Have you seen F/N yet? She's looking for you."

"That's actually why I'm here." You raised an eyebrow. "I know she's going to ask me to court her, and I was wondering if you could let her down for me?"

"Oh yeah?" You said, trying to keep your tone light and teasing. "Need a break from making constant rejections?"

"Yeah," Gwaine said, missing the sarcasm in your tone. "Yesterday I had to turn someone down and it didn't go well. I just need a break." You schooled your expression into remaining neutral.

"Okay, I'll let her know."

"You're a peach!" He kissed your cheek, causing you to freeze. He ran off, waving to you over his shoulder. While the kiss made you feel all warm and fuzzy, his words quickly pulled you back down to earth. If Gwaine was constantly rejecting people desperate to court him, how could you ever think you would be successful? You noticed your friend in the courtyard, looking around for her would-be beau. As her face fell as you delivered the news, it strengthened your resolve.

You were never going to tell Gwaine your feelings.

...

A few weeks had passed and the pain in your heart had dulled to nothing more than an ache.

A constant ache.

That was always there.

You had told your friend what Gwaine had relayed to you. She had been disappointed, but had bounced back relatively quickly.

Unlike you.

You sighed to yourself as you finished setting the head table for the banquet. As you turned, you bumped into a serving boy. You both let out a grunt. He managed to steady the pile of plates, but you landed on your backside.

"Sorry about that!" He apologized, setting the plates on the table and offering you his hand.

"It's okay, I should've been watching where I was going." You looked at the massive pile of plates. "I can help you if you'd like."

"Sure, that would be great." He split the pile of plates ad handed you half. "You start on that side of the table and I'll do this side." He thought for a moment. "My name is Jonathan, by the way."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you," You smiled. You made light conversation as you both worked your ways down the table. He was funnier than you expected, and you found your sides hurting by the time you made it to the other end of the table.

"I can't believe I haven't met you before. Where do you work?"

"I'm a lady in waiting for the Queen." You explained.

"That would make sense. I work in the kitchens." You nodded. A brief moment of silence passed.

"Well, I should probably see if Her Majesty needs me for anything. It was nice to meet you." You turned to leave.

"Wait!" You turned back to Jonathan. "...Are you free tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah," You said. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

"Well, chef wants me to go into the woods and gather some berries. And I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Maybe this was just what you needed to get over Gwaine. Any time you weren't working was spent at home by yourself. And Jonathan seemed like a nice guy. You weren't going to stay young forever either. You made up your mind.

"I'd love to," You smiled.

"Love to what?" A new voice asked. You turned to see Gwaine striding towards the two of you with a peculiar look on his face.

"Oh, hi Gwaine." You greeted him, trying to stay neutral. "I was just telling Jonathan here I would love to go and gather berries with him tomorrow." Gwaine looked between the two of you and nodded.

"Sounds fun." You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. "When are we leaving."

"What?"

"Berry picking. What time are we leaving?"

"We?" Jonathan asked.

"Of course, the Queen's lady in waiting needs an escort. One with," He looked Jonathan up and down. "Combat experience."

"What are you talking about, Gwaine?" You asked. "I go into town alone all the time."

"This is different," He insisted.

"How in the hell—"

"Y/N it's fine." Jonathan interrupted you. "We can still have fun, and we'll be able to collect more fruit with three of us."

"If you're okay with it, then fine." You told him.

"We'll leave at nine tomorrow morning," Jonathan told the both of you. "I need to get back to the kitchen. I'll see you later." He grinned, and you found yourself smiling in return. You turned to speak to Gwaine, who was glaring in the direction Jonathan had gone.

"Since when do I need an escort?" You questioned, putting your hands on your hips.

"New policy." He said simply.

"Since when?"

"Since you decided to go off into the woods with some guy you just met."

"I'm a big girl Gwaine. I can look after myself. And he's not like that," You added. "You know as well as I do the screening processes for servants. God knows how many close calls we've had before we had them."

"...Well still." Gwaine persisted. "I'd rather come along. Just to be sure."

"Fine." You said. "Just this once."

"Hopefully this only happens once." Gwaine grumbled as you turned to walk away.

"What was that?" You said.

"Nothing!"

...

"This is nice," Jonathan said as you walked along the forest. "You, me, and your escort."

"I know, I'm sorry about this. I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted." You said.

"It's fine Y/N, I can understand wanting to look out for your friends. Hopefully this puts his mind at rest." He assured you as you stopped by a bush to gather some berries.

"Hey Y/N!" Gwaine shouted. You and Jonathan shared a look, before you straightened up and turned around.

Gwaine was up in the branches of an apple tree, straining to reach a few fruits. "What the hell are you doing?" You shrieked. "Get down before you hurt yourself!"

"I'm a knight, Y/N! I can take care of myself!" The grin was quickly wiped off this face as the branch below him began to creak. "Oh shi—" The branch broke and he plummeted to the ground. You and Jonathan raced to where Gwaine lay crumpled on the ground. He sat up, brushing twigs and leaves off of him.

"Are you alright?" You asked. He smiled, and held out his hand.

Sitting in the palm of his hand was a shiny red apple. "For you, my lady," He said in a posh accent.

"...Are you serious right now?" You asked, dumbfounded. "You almost broke your neck for an apple?"

"...Yes?"

"...I'm only taking this so your near death experience wasn't for nothing." You grumbled, swiping the apple and pocketing it. Jonathan offered a hand to help Gwaine up, which he ignored. The three of you walked back to your baskets and picked the back up. The clock tower chimed in the distance.

"That's our cue." Jonathan said. Gwaine snatched your basket out of your hand, ignoring your demands to return it and insisting he would carry it for you. You and Jonathan shared a glance, but said nothing as you made your way back to the castle. After dropping the berries off in the kitchen with Jonathan, you began making your way up to Queen Guinevere's room to help her get ready for the banquet. As you climbed the winding stairs, you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. You turned to see Gwaine jogging towards you.

"Today was fun, wasn't it?" He remarked as he fell into step beside you.

"Yeah," You answered, not trusting yourself to say more than what was strictly necessary.

"Will you be coming to the banquet tonight?"

"No," Gwaine stopped and grasped your arm lightly.

"Hey." He began. "Did I do something?" He asked you.

"Of course not, I just won't have time to attend tonight." A total lie, Gwen had encouraged you to attend, but you didn't want to spend the night watching Gwaine work the room.

"Why not?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" You asked.

"What do you need to get done? I can help you." He offered.

"Oh no, that's not necessary." You waved him off. "You have a much harder job than mine, you should take this time to relax." Realizing he wasn't going to budge, you sighed. "I'll try and get things done quickly so I can at least make it for part of it." You conceded. Gwaine visibly brightened.

"Deal. He squeezed your arm before releasing you and heading back in the direction you both came from.

Well shit. Now you had to find things to do so you weren't a total liar. You thought for a moment, but then you remembered.

Jonathan probably needed help cleaning the berries you gathered. You changed course and headed to the kitchen.

You ducked under the arm of one of the chefs a he carried a large tray of buns and found Jonathan at a table near the back of the room. He was surrounded by bowls of fruit, and was painstakingly washing them. "Need some help?" He looked up and smiled.

"Y/N!" He scooted over on the bench. "Sure, that'd be great." You sat down next to him and began washing the fruits.

"So has Gwaine asked you out yet?" Jonathan suddenly asked. You nearly dropped the fruit.

"What?!" You all but shrieked.

"Well, after today's display, I thought he was, I dunno, staking a claim?" Jonathan continued.

"Gwaine? And me?" You said. "Absolutely not." You laughed it off, ignoring the pang of sadness.

"Really?"

"Really." You confirmed.

"Well, then would it be to forward of me if I asked you out?" Jonathan asked hopefully. "I was thinking when I'm done my chores we could go to the banquet."

In all honesty, you weren't sure if you were emotionally ready, but perhaps you needed to force yourself to take that next step. After all, you couldn't spend your entire life pining after someone who didn't feel the same. You deserved someone who truly wanted you.

"I'd love to," You said with a soft smile, wondering if you made the right choice.

...

You were standing in front of your mirror a couple hours later, adjusting the floral crown perched on top of your head. Just as you decided you were satisfied with your appearance, you heard a knock. You opened the door, expecting to see Jonathan on the other side.

"Oh. Hi, Gwaine." You said awkwardly. "Wow," Gwaine answered with a grin. "You look amazing. I was coming to ask if you'd be able to make it tonight." He offered his arm. "Shall we?"

"Um, yeah, Jonathan and I decided to go after we finished our chores." You explained, trying to be subtle. With the mention of Jonathan, Gwaine's face visibly darkened.

"Listen, Y/N. I know he's your friend, but I am too. I don't think he's good for you." You stared at him incredulously.

"I beg your pardon?”

"He won't be the person you deserve!"

"How do you know what I deserve, Gwaine?" You said, wanting to be over with the conversation. When he didn't answer right away, you shouldered past him. A hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Because I want to be the one you turn to!" He suddenly shouted. "I want to be the one you track down when you get good news, and the one you run to when you just need a break. I want to be the person you can trust, and I want to be the one to protect you. I want you to be on my arm at every ball, and I want to be babied by you when I do something stupid. Don't you see? He's not the man for you, because I want it to be me!" He was out of breath after his outburst.

The only response you could come up with was, "Why?"

"What?"

"Why me?" You repeated. Gwaine just stared at you. "Come on Gwaine, it's no secret that you're popular. And your callers are stunning. How can I compete with that?" You looked down at your slippers. A hand cupped your cheek and tilted your face up. A pair of lips delicately covered yours. You found yourself melting into it, fingers coming to rest on Gwaine's chest. When you pulled apart, Gwaine's lips ghosted over your cheek and made their way to your ear.

"Because you see me for me. Because all I could think of when you were with him is how much I wanted to be the one you smiled at. Because this is all I've wanted to do since we got back from the forest." He pressed a kiss to your earlobe. "I've felt this way for so long, but when I saw the two of you getting close I couldn't take it anymore. Please, tell me you feel the same." He all but begged.

"Of course I do," Gwaine's face lit up and he tugged you even closer. "I've felt this way for a long time too. I just never thought I was worthy."

"Oh, Y/N." Gwaine chuckled as he kissed the side of your head. "I'm the one who needs to be worthy of you.

[imaginingsofotherworlds]

Being Morgana’s Sister Would Involve…

- Whether you're older or younger, the two of you are inseparable.

- You share a room, despite Uther telling you dozens of times that there are other rooms available.

- Sleeping in the same bed when Morgana has a nightmare.

- Going on rides together and having picnics in a meadow

- Being each other's escape plan when an unwanted suitor approaches

- Doing each others hair and makeup

- Having a sleepover with Gwen and Merlin, and spending the whole night talking

- Uther having to seat you apart during tournaments or banquets because you just spend the entire time roasting guests.

- As sisters often do, you bicker, but actual fights aren't common. However, when you do fight, it will take a couple hours to fully reconcile

- When Morgana leaves with Morgause, you're furious. How dare your sister leave you behind?

- When she finally returns, even in your anger, you can see something is different. So you corner her and tell her so.

- She tells you everything. About her magic, about Morgause, about Uther's lies.

- She asks you to join her.

- "I always thought things were too boring around here."

- Camelot never knows what hits it.

[imaginingsofotherworlds]

Merlin x Chubby!Reader: Beautiful

Synopsis: You’ve heard the new serving boy is making quite the impression.

"Did you hear what happened in the training grounds today?" Gwen asked you as you both scrubbed laundry by the fountain.

"No," You replied, looking up. "What happened?"

"Gaius has a new assistant, and the first thing he did was pick a fight with Prince Arthur." You dropped the tunic you were washing as your burst into laughter.

"That is the best thing I've ever heard!" You crowed. Gwen looked at you like you grew a second head.

"You shouldn't joke about this, Y/N!"

"Why not? It's about time someone put the prince in his place." You picked up your tunic and began scrubbing at it again. "I'd love to meet the guy who took Prince Arthur down a notch."

"You're in luck then; I can introduce you if you want." Gwen said. Before you answer, she was waving at someone behind you. "Hey, Merlin!" You turned around to see a boy with dark hair and a blue shirt walking towards you. "Merlin, this is Y/N. For reasons I can't understand, she thinks what you did with Arthur was hilarious. You two should get along just fine." You offered your hand, and Merlin shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Merlin."

"You too."

And thus began a beautiful friendship.

...

You were folding laundry in Arthur's room when Merlin came barrelling in and dove under the bed.

Arthur came in seconds after Merlin's feet vanished under the bed. "Where is he?" Arthur demanded. "I saw him come in here!" You balked as you tried to come up with an answer, but luckily you didn't have to. The door to Arthur's chamber slammed shut seemingly by itself. Arthur spun around and ran towards the door. He wrenched it open and took off down the hallway, yelling for Merlin. You laughed to yourself as you resumed folding laundry. Merlin pulled himself out from under the bed with a grunt.

"One of these days, you're going to run out of luck, Merlin." He sat down on the bed, watching as you worked.

"You're probably right, but I don't have to worry about that right now." You shook your head in exasperation, but a smile pulled at your lips. You picked up your pile of folded laundry and carried it over to the armoire. After putting the laundry away, you glanced out the window overlooking the courtyard.

"You better find somewhere else to hide; he's coming back up." You commented as Arthur all but stomped up the stairs.

"See?" Merlin said from right behind you, causing you to jump. "Who needs luck when I have you?" You rolled your eyes. Merlin kissed your cheek and took off running. You remained frozen in spot, raising a dazed hand to your cheek.

"Why don't you tell him?" You jumped again as Gwen strode in. You had to stop yourself from curtseying to your friend or else you'd be scolded.

"Tell who what?" You replied innocently. Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Please; it's obvious you like Merlin. Why don't you just tell him?" Your shoulders slumped.

"I have no idea how he feels about me." You answered honestly. "I don't want to ruin our friendship for something that might happen. And besides," You gestured to yourself. "I'm not exactly the ideal woman." Gwen sighed.

"Y/N. Don't start with this again." She put her hands on her hips.

"It's true though. I'm not what men look for. I think I'm beautiful, but it took me a long time to honestly believe that, and I know others don't think I'm pretty. Why would I take that risk?"

"We both know Merlin's not that shallow." Gwen argued.

"He's been with people like me before?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Then you can't know for sure. I appreciate what you're doing Gwen, but I think it's better if things stay the same." You took your empty laundry basket and brushed past Gwen before she could answer.

...

You had just finishing cleaning your cup and plate when a knock sounded on your door. You wiped your hands on your apron as you went to open it. "Hi, Gwen." You greeted.

"Hi, Y/N. Arthur invited me on a bonfire with his knights and Merlin, and I was wondering if you wanted to join us? I think it would be more fun if I had another girl to talk to." Gwen asked.

"Sure, that sounds fun," You said as you grabbed your cloak off of its hook. You swung it over your shoulders and locked your door behind you. "Where are we headed?"

"Just to the training grounds, Arthur didn't want to go too far." You nodded as you made your way to said training grounds. You could see the glow of the fire as you got closer, but surprisingly couldn't hear the normally rambunctious group.

And as your turned the corner you found out why. Nobody was there. There was a fire, but next to it was a small table with fruits and cookies on it. You were horrified. "Oh no." You planted your feet firmly in the ground. "No, no, no, no." Gwen pulled your arm and continued to approach the table. "I'm going to kill you." You said. "Arrest me for treason, because I am going to kill you."

"I'm sorry for lying, Y/N, but you wouldn't have come if I didn't."

"You're right!"

"Okay, I deserved that. But you're here now. Just give it a chance, okay?" She batted her eyelashes. "For me."

"...Fine." Gwen beamed as she sat you down in a chair. Now that the two of you were done arguing, you could hear two men arguing.

Well, one man was arguing. The other was just dragging him along. "You don't understand, I can't say anything it would ruin our—" Merlin stopped talking as he and Arthur rounded the corner. He stared at you wide eyed as Arthur dragged him closer and dropped him unceremoniously into the seat across from you.

"Now. You two are going to sit here, have a lovely time, and get this all cleared up, because the tension is killing us." Gwen said, fixing you both with her most stern gaze. You both gulped and nodded. "Good." She nodded, satisfied. Without a word, Arthur offered her his arm and they left the two of you alone to share in an awkward silence.

"I am so sorry about all of this," You said at last. Merlin's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"You're sorry? This is my fault." He answered. Now it was your turn to be confused. Seeing your face, Merlin elaborated. "I thought I could trust Arthur with a secret, but apparently not." You laughed softly.

"I thought I could trust Gwen, but I was wrong too. I'm this close to moving away to the middle of the woods," You said, holding up your fingers to show how done you were. Merlin laughed.

"Okay, if they want us to talk, we might as well cut to the chase. On three, we both say the reason they made us come out here."

"Can't we just tell them we talked?" You asked, trying to remain calm.

"No, I don't think we can." Merlin said. "Right, Arthur?"

"Right!" Came a muffled voice from the bushes.

"Get out of here!" You shouted. You turned back to Merlin and sighed in exasperation. "Alright fine, let's get this over with then." Merlin frowned.

"You don't have to be nervous, Y/N. If anything, I think I should be the one freaking out." You nodded, but it didn't help. "Okay, on three. One, two, three!"

"I want to be more than friends!"

"Can I court you?" You both blinked in surprise at what the other said.

"Wait what?" You said. "You want to court me?"

"Yeah," Merlin grinned. "And I have to say it'll be much easier now that I know the feeling is mutual."

"But," You sputtered. "Why me?"

"Why you? Y/N, look at yourself!" Merlin countered. "You're kind, you're smart, you're hardworking, and you're beautiful!"

"...You think I'm beautiful?" You asked softly. Merlin gaped at you.

"Y/N, you're stunning!" He exclaimed. Then he grew serious as something dawned on him. "Wait. Is that why you were so nervous to say why we were here? You thought I wouldn't think you're beautiful?" You didn't speak, but that answered his question. "Oh, Y/N." He breathed. He pulled you up from the table. "You'll always be beautiful to me."