Pairing (Romantic): Gwaine x Princess Pendragon!Reader. She/her pronouns.
Other Characters: Brother!King!Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, Ser Leon, Ser Percival, Ser Elyan.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, its characters or BBC's adaptation of it, nor do I claim to own them. Nor do I own the gifs used. All credits goes to their respective owners.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Use of Y/n. Basically, just the Knights being Gwaine and Y/n's number 1 shippers. Merlin x Arthur banter. Just mate's being dickheads (in a comedic way tho). I can't think of anything else.
I wrote this in April and forgot about it, so excuse any mistakes past me might've made. I tried to edit as much as I could, but I just wanted to get it out of my drafts asap. I might do a pt. 2?? Idk.
Imagine... Gwaine falling for Arthur's sister, Princess Y/n Pendragon.
Or, In which, Captain of the Ship!Arthur smacks some sense into the knight and gets him to finally confess his feelings... whatever means, necessary.
There wasn't a lot of people, Gwaine trusted. Even less than, when it came to noble borns. But with the arrival of a certain servant boy, in his life, came a tight-net circle, he was more than grateful for.
'Cause where he, not only gained a friend in Merlin--and King Arthur and 'the Knights of the round table' along with him-- but he also found a forever one in you.
Y/n Pendragon.
Sure, you were only one of three nobles he trusted. But you were the only one, noble or not, that he loved.
And, unfortunate for him, everyone loved to remind him of it...
"God," he rolled his eyes at Arthur and Leon's behavior, so done with them and their incessant talk of all things business and noble-y, "I hate you nobles, sometimes."
Laughing, Merlin scoffed, "uh, huh.... and what of Princess Y/n? She's a noble. Do you hate her, too?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Turning from his discussion with Leon, Arthur spoke up, "what about my sister?--" he paused, suddenly realizing, there being only one reason why she'd come up in discussion, if Gwaine had anything to do with it, "Oh, right... sorry, Gwaine-y, I meant to say your girlfriend."
All the Knights suddenly laughed at that. Still finding it funny, 'til this day, what you opted to refer to him as, whenever you were mid-banter. The nickname nowhere near wiped from their minds, as they continued to tease him with it.
"Yeah, Gwaine-y," Percival interjected, feigning a high pitched tone, meant to match your own, "why talk about me, when you can just--" He takes Elyan into his arms, lips pursed, puckering for a kiss, "kiss me."
Knowing where this was leading, Elyan accepted his role as Gwaine, or rather, Gwaine-y, and dipped him, lips just meeting, as they proceeded to make obnoxious moaning and sucking sounds, that prompted the others to follow suit.
The campsite, they stopped to rest at, for the night, before returning home to Camelot, set ablaze with a round of rambunctious sucking noises and laughter.
"Okay, okay... I get it. I'm in love with Y/n. Would you stop talking about it, now, already?! Jeez!"
"Yeah, we'll stop talking about it.... when you start." Leon, the level headed one quipped, "When are you gonna tell her?"
"Um. Never." Gwaine scrunched his brows together, looking at his sworn brother, like he'd grown a second head, "She's a princess. And I'm a knight. A low born, at that. What do I have to offer, that plenty of other princes and princesses cannot." He said matter-of-factly.
"Nothing." Merlin answered, bluntly, not meaning for it to come out so. "I-I mean..." He didn't have time to stutter out an explanation, before Arthur smacked him upside the head, sighing,
"He's right... You are a low born--" Arthur agreed, attempting to go on a gentler approach before he, too, was interrupted,
"Wow, wait--you all heard that right? Arthur agreed with me!" Merlin exclaimed, flinching a touch, as he felt his kings gaze burning into the side of his face. Uttering another apology.
Sighing, Arthur shook his head, opting for giving his, hopefully brother-to-be, advice, rather than to give his servant a whooping, "--But you're also a knight. A position, you earned, fairly, by the way. It wasn't someone's name that you got you here. It was you. And if you think my sister, so materialistic, to turn you away, just because of where you were born--I'm sorry, man, but you definitely don't deserve her, if you think her so cruel."
Blowing out a breath, Arthur paused for a moment, trynna articulate his words the best he can before continuing, "look, if you love her and choose not to tell her. Thats fine.... but don't come crying to me when she marries someone else. Because she will, its only a matter of time. I have a stack of unanswered letters on my desk back at home, requesting her hand to prove it. And the only reason why she isn't across the country, in a neighboring kingdom, shacked up with some pretentious prick, right now, is because I know how you feel about her. And her, you--"
Seeing the look on his friends face, Arthur rolled his eyes, "yeah, dumbass, she has feelings for you, too. But that's not gonna matter, if you don't get your ass home, and tell her how you feel. And the sooner the better... Leon just received word that, at least, three royal houses are on their way, to ask for Y/n's hand, face to face--"
"Wait, that's what you were talking about before?" Where Gwaine had been speechless ever since Arthur opened his mouth, it wasn't until he was made aware of Y/n potentially marrying, and soon, that he finally spoke. His heart in his throat.
"No--"
"Yes." Arthur cut Leon off with a glare.
Not picking up on the look of understanding being shared between the two, Gwaine stood up suddenly, and asked, not yet sure what he had planned, just going off on feeling. "May I have permission to leave, Sire."
"Leave?" Arthur's brows furrowed. In confusion or anger, the Knights didn't know, but it's as Gwaine spoke once more, did they see their kings expression wash over with a relieved smile. Smiles of their own, gracing their faces at his announcement.
"Yes, sire. I wish to take my leave and see to it that Y/n's all set to meet her betrothed.... To me. That is, if I have your blessing, of course?"
"Well, fuck, took you long enough. Yes, you idiot!" Arthur nodded, hurrying the male to his own and much faster steed, leaving no room for formalities as he smacked the horses behind, a non-verbal way of ordering it to quicken its haste, "Now, go!" He sent him off with a proud smile. His expression only fading at the sound of his trusted friend and servant coming to stand, beside him.
"Ah, young love." Merlin sighed wistfully, watching as Gwaine rode off into the distance.
Smack!
"Oww! What in the bloody hell was that for?" Merlin rubbed the back of his head, an ache building there.
"That's for thinking I could ever agree with you." Arthur walked back to the fire, passing his knights, who were watching Gwaine ride off, too, on the way, flashing them a cheeky smile. Up to his usual antics when it came to messing with the younger boy.
"But--" Merlin wanted to say that they'd all been in aggreeance when it came to Y/n and Gwaine but he was suddenly stopped by Leon's warning, joining in on the teasing.
"Don't." He shook his head, dramatically, "just don't."
This fic was written and posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone from 21/04-08/10/23. Feedback and reblogs is always appreciated.
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