#sir leon imagine

[beautifultypewriter]

Good day~ For another "Mystical Magical Saturday" event may I choose Sir Leon, please? Many thanks as always~

P.S. Don't forget about taking care of your body emotionally, physically, and mentally. Drink enough water, eat healthy food (fruits and veggies, yum!), get enough sleep, take a bubble bath and just relax~ You're amazing, remember it!

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Aww thank you. This one is really short and I’m sorry, but I hope you like it!

The Prompt: “Hold me.”

You had taken to pacing the room. Embroidery had become tedious, the words of your book had started to blend together, and sleep was impossible. So you paced the stone floor of your shared bedroom, twisting your fingers together and biting your lip. You had always hated when he went out with the king and the other knights, but this particular mission had made you more uneasy than any other one had. And the worst part of it was that you couldn’t figure out why. It was pretty standard compared to some of the other quests Leon had found himself on, but your stomach felt heavy and your heart clenched with each turn of your feet.

The door to your room was slowly pushed open and you turned quickly to see a weary and beaten Leon step into the room. You were frozen in place, your eyes moving over his tired body. He stepped further into the room, his head hanging, dirty curls falling in his half opened eyes. His arms looked heavy, hanging at his sides as he shuffled along, his feet barely lifting from the floor. As the door slipped shut and Leon lifted his head, his eyes met yours. That was all you needed to rush forward, your hands grabbing Leon’s as he leaned in close to you.You looked up at him, “What happened?” Leon shook his head and you frowned, “Is everyone alright?” He nodded and you felt some of the weight lift from your chest.

You started to lead Leon over to the bed, wanting to get him off his feet before he fell to the floor. He stopped short though. You turned quickly, searching his face, “What is it? What do you need?”

Leon’s eye met yours, “Hold me.” His voice was rough and you could see his eyes start to water. You smiled gently and nodded as you held your arms out to him. The knight fell into you, his head resting against your shoulder and his own arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You ran a hand through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Leon sighed as he pushed in even closer to you, his breath fanning over your neck. You whispered comforting words into his ear, your hand rubbing slow circles on his back.

[thee-bat-boys]

Always interested in an imagine with Sir Leon ;)

*if the gif is yours please let me know and I'll credit you/take it down*

warnings; eludes to some kind of torture but not explicit

a/n; i hope you like it! Let me know what you think, I love writing for Leon!

sir leon x reader.

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Imagines flashed in y/n's mind; Morgana with an unkempt appearance and eyes full of hate. Of Merlin, arms attached to chains and strung above him. Gwaine with sweat dripping from his face as he struggled against rope. Leon, eyes focused on her but instead of love they were filled with concern and a look of betrayal plastered on his face. Y/N fought for a moment, eyes shooting open to see the canopy that sat above her bed.

Feeling frantic as she fought to sit up, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar man. "Gaius, what happened?" She was met with silence, the older man tending to her before attempting to help her get comfortable. "Gaius." Her tone was firm, a sigh coming from the physician.

"What do you remember?"

"Nothing." It wasn't a lie, y/n would never believe that her dream might have once been a reality. Such a thought was quickly shattered as Gaius described the events that had transpired the past few days. There was silence, y/n not daring to look Gaius in the eyes. She hadn't realised he'd left until the door clicked and a flash of red met her.

Y/n took one look at Leon, his face bruised with a cut lip, and burst into tears. She'd caused this, even if she had been enchanted it had still been her. As Leon moved to comfort her, y/n shook her head and held her hands out to stop Leon in his tracks.

"Y/n...please."

Through her tears she looked at Leon. "No, you shouldn't be here." Leon looked confused, just as he had in her dream, wondering why his wife of merely a week didn't want him to comfort her. "I did that," she gestured to his face "I'm not a safe person."

It quickly dawned on Leon what y/n was talking about and he moved forward despite her protests.

Leon took a seat beside her on the bed, taking y/n's outstretched hands in his own. "That wasn't you." His voice was soft as he spoke, as if he was trying not to spook her. He brought her hands up to his mouth and kissed each one gently.

"The woman i love is in this bed. You, my darling wife, are safe in this bed and you are a safe person. I promise."

Y/n seemed to visibly calm down, allowing Leon to move closer to her. As he did so he kept his eyes on her and made sure their hands remained entwined. He was trying as hard as he could to remind y/n that she was safe, that he felt safe around her - it seemed to be working.

"I'm just happy to have you back." Leon tried to stop his voice breaking as he spoke, failing. "The bright light in your eyes that I fell in love with was gone, there was no laughter to be heard down the halls of Camelot and I thought you were lost to me. I thought i had lost the one good thing I have."

Y/n, hearing the pain in his voice, leaned over and kissed Leon as passionately as she haf on the wedding night. Leon winced, cut lip hurting, but he didn't dare pull away from his wife until she was ready.

"I don't know where I went or what happened but I'm back, I promise." She repeated his earlier words, keeping a hold of his hands.

"I'm back."

[writeroutoftime]

crazy things

pairing: leon (bbc merlin) x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: based on the prompt "people do crazy things - when they're in love." - Hercules

words: 0.5k

a/n: here is one for the merlin fans! kinda shorter, but hopefully I did the request justice! please let me know what you think and have a lovely day!

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The attack on Camelot had happened suddenly and without any warning. What began as a joyful celebration quickly turned into pure chaos - people screaming and running all around you.

Gwaine moved to escort you and Gwen and some of the other members at court out of the castle as quickly as possible. However, you knew you needed to stay behind and help out however you could. You couldn't leave your friends to fend for themselves, Knights of Camelot or note. And so, you found yourself ducking out of sight and into the courtyard where the majority of the fighting was taking place.

For the most part, you tried to remain out of sight, aiding whenever possible. However, you mainly scanned the courtyard looking for one 'friend' in particular - Leon. Though you knew him to be a capable fighter, you didn't think you could stomach not knowing how he was while you were hidden away.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a silver flash and turned towards Leon to see an enemy solider sneak up behind him, sword poised and ready to strike. Your feet moved before your mind could react, and you sprinting across the courtyard, pushing him out of the way before the sword could make contact.

"No!" you shouted as you fell to your knees, clutching your stomach as a burning, white hot pain spread across your body. Before you could hit the ground however, a pair of arms caught you and gently cushioned your fall.

Leon swiftly knocked the attacker out and knelt down next to you, pushing away Merlin, holding you himself. "y/n, w-why did you do that?"

Smiling up at him weakly, you whispered to Leon. "People do crazy things - when they're in love."

Tears welled in Leon's eyes and dropped down his cheeks onto you. "You're going to be okay." he reaffirmed, voice stern but betrayed by the slight wobble in his voice. "Gaius will fix you and then I can tell you how crazy it was but that I love you too." he explained before gathering you in his arms and rushing to the healer.

It felt so right to be in his arms, and there was a warmth that radiated off his body and covered you sweetly. Although you knew the circumstances were less than ideal, you revealed at the feeling and couldn't help yourself from closing your eyes.

"No, no! y/n, you have to keep your eyes open for me, please!" he begged, shaking you gently enough to grab your attention. "Just hold on for just a bit longer and then this will all be okay. This isn't the end for us, it's just the beginning." he declared.

Somehow, you knew he was right.

[ssadumba55]

Masterlist: BBC Merlin

All my Merlin writing will be linked here!

Imagines full one shots with all your favourite Merlin characters

Sir Leon Scrawny (Gender Neutral Reader)

Arthur Pendragon Polish My Armour? (Female Reader)

Sir Gwaine Already Engaged (Female Reader) Fortunate (Female Reader)

Headcanons Headcanons related to Merlin characters

Transgender Merlin Headcanons

Non-Imagine Writing Stories that involve the characters of Merlin without reader

Missing (Merthur Drabble) Tripping (Merthur)

[fact-dogsarehappiness]

They’re all at Tesco’s at the same time

[escespace]

Gwaine: Man, I'm fed up with these two, we have to do something.

Elyan: What are you talking about?

Gwaine: Arthur and Merlin and their stupid desperate flirting

Elyan: What? Flirting?

Gwaine: Are you blind?!!! Of course they flirt. If not, what would you call that?

Gwaine: *turns elyan's face to where Merlin and Arthur are being separated by Lance and Leon while they yell at each other*

Elyan: Social incompetence?

[justaz]

the idea of immortal leon i take it to imply that there are just random immortals born here and there and leon just happens to be one of them. is there another option which states leon was cursed or something? yeah but thats boring so im ignoring it. just imagining a little secret society of immortals. leon who is happy to have one of his friends from camelot be immortal too so they can continue to go on adventures for centuries. merlin and him finding immortals here and there and being happy that its not just them for eternity and they can have proper friends that wont age or die like all the mortals they’re surrounded by (it was heartbreaking the first few times they lost people dear to them and then they started putting up walls to prevent the heartache but that was a lonely way to live)

[bisexualmultifandommess]

The idea of a future AU where Merlin and Leon lived together throughout the years after reuniting and eventually fall in love but obviously the knights, Gwen and Arthur don’t know that when they come back so are absolutely baffled when Merlin just kisses Leon in front of everyone randomly like it’s second nature to him and neither of them seem to notice the others staring at them in shock.

[chloe-skywalker]

Magic Divide - Arthur Pendragon (Part 2)

Arthur x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,554

Summary: Now in Y/n’s kingdom Arthur has some making up to do.

Authors Note: Maybe a part3 ? I’m thinking about it. Like Arthur see her do magic and getting to understand it.

Masterlist

BBC Merlin Masterlist

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It didn’t take them more than a day and a night to reach Valmore. As soon as they reached the city Morgana quickly caught eyes on Y/n. She jumped off her horse and practically ran over to the y/h/c-ed girl, everyone else followed in Morgana’s direction.

“Y/n!” Morgana yelled out happily.

“Morgana?” Y/n questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned around to fcae where she heard her name called from. Upon seeing who she thought she heard calling her name. Y/n moved away from her knights, handing her horse's reins off to one of them, meeting Morgana halfway in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“You said to visit anytime.” Morgana smiled at the princess.

“I know I did. I just didn’t think you would so soon. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy you're here. All of you” Y/n smirked happily to have them in her home. Her gaze went across everyone but it lingered a little longer on Arthur before she cast her eyes down.

“What happened to your arm?” Merlin asked with a worried expression after everyone had greeted eachother with smiles.

With Merlin's question, all of them turned their eyes to Y/n’s arm. Noticed the not so pretty gash on her bicep. It was obviously healing and had been stitched up nicely.

“Oh, this?” Y/n pointed to her upper right arm. She shrugged, compared to other injuries she’s had this was a cakewalk. “Happened when I was training. Hadn’t done it in so long I botched a move and well this happened.”

Everyone felt shocked at how she addressed her wound as nothing. But then Arthur spoke up. “Are you ok?”

Y/n looked up at the blonde prince again and nodded before answering. “Yeah, I’ve had worse. Especially when it comes to training.”

Arthur nodded in understanding but it didn’t stop his concern.

“Was it a sword? Or-” Leon asked wondering what made the slightly jagged cut.

“No, no. Swordfighting I wasn’t rusty at.” Y/n shook her head at the young knight. “This came from hand to hand combat. Kind of- a few moves I was rusty at which made me mess up and fall. This cut I got from a very sharp nasty rock.”

Leon nodded in understanding. Gwen stepped forward with a worried look before she asked. “You’ve had worse? That bruise on your upper back looks horrid.”

The others had to agree the bruise looked worse than the healing cut.

“Oh, if only you’ve seen how into it we can all get when it comes to hand to hand.” Y/n smiled letting out an amused laugh. Things were different here than in Camelot. “We go full out. No holding back. Lots of dislocations, torn muscles, cuts, all of it.”

“Women fight?” Gwaine raised his brow in shock and it showed on his face.

Y/n smirked at their shocked faces, so she continued to explain. “In my kingdom, women are warriors, Knights, fighters. We don’t discourage women from wanting to join in on those kinds of things. We encourage them.”

“But the princess?” Lancelot raised one brow in a teasing manner, having seen her fight before unlike most of the others.

“Haha, Lancelot.” Y/n playfully glared at him. “Yes, even the princess. I should know how to defend myself and my kingdom, and my people.”

Y/n spared a glance to Arthur, trying to read his feelings on the words she had said.

“Well, we should probably go up to the Castle.” Morgana suggested with a proud smile on her face. She truly wished she could spend some time in Valmore, enough to learn skills in combat. Maybe even something more magical.

“Yes. I bet you're all tired from the journey. Follow me and my knights. We’ll escort you.” Y/n nodded in agreement to Morgana’s words.

Y/n headed over to her horse, as she went to get up Arthur noticed a slight grimace came across her face as she mounted her horse.

“Do you need some help?” Arthur asked stepping closer to just in case her arm gave out as she pulled herself up onto the saddle.

“No, I uh. I get it.” She answered flustered to having him so close after so long of being apart. Once she was up on the horse she looked down at Arthur with a small smile on her lip. “As I said, I’ve had worse injuries than this. They’ve never stopped me before.”

With that said Y/n escorted her friends from Camelot up to the castle. Once they got their Y/n and her knights took them into the throne room where her parents were currently. After getting them arrangements to stay for as long as they want. With that everyone was shown to their rooms.

It was the next day when everyone decided to do some training in the morning. Some from Camelot had come down to watch Y/n train.

And she wasn’t kidding when she said they trained hardcore.

“Should she be fighting with her arm?” Merlin asked out to anyone that would give him an answer. He winced as he watched his friend fight.

“No.” Arthur answered leaning against the waist high wall. He to was concerned about her but she could hold her own, he knew that. Arthur was more concerned about her fighting and breaking open the freshly healed wound. “No, she shouldn't be, Merlin.”

“Well, are you just going to stare and watch her or go over and talk to her?” Morgana spoke giving Arthur a knowing look.

Arthur glanced Morgana's way before turning his attention back to Y/n. “She’s in the middle of a fight. She needs to concentrate on that.”

“Y/n wasn’t kidding when she said they don’t hold back.” Leon commented as he to watched the training.

Gwen agreed. “Yeah. They really go hard at one another.”

“She’s fighting with men.” Lancelot stated impressed.

“And winning.” Morgana stated proudly.

“She can hold her own.” Merlin nodded in agreement before asking Arthur another question. “When are you going to talk and make up.”

“When I can get her alone.” Arthur told him refraining from rolling his eyes.

“Good luck with that. She’s always surrounded by her knights.” Merlin countered with a tilt of his head.

“They're her friends.” Gwen tried to defend but Morgana cut in wanting to join in on Merlin’s pestering of Arthur.

“Their also men.” Morgana smirked. There were a few girls as well but if she wanted to get at Arthur. Mention all the other men around the girl he loves.

Merlin sucked in a breath in a teasing manner. “She seems very close to knight Jon and Knight Wardlow.”

“I get it okay?” Arthur snapped at them. He didn’t need to be told what he was seeing with his own eyes. Not that he’d admit it but he did feel jealous.

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It was the next day that Arthur found a moment to get Y/n alone to talk.

“Y/n!” Arthur yelled after her down the hallway.

“Arthur.” Y/n said as she turned around to look at the prince as he came to a stop in front of her.

“Can we talk?” Arthur asked and he glanced nervously to the knights that were beside her.

Y/n stood still just watching him for a moment before giving him a ‘yes’ nod.

“You gonna be okay?” Knight Darby asked the princess with a look Arthur couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Y/n nodded sending Darby a grateful nod for checking first. She was indeed close with her knights and when she came back she had told them what had happened. So they were on edge about leaving her alone with the prince of Camelot.

“If not just yell out. I won’t be far.” Knight Jon stated with narrowed eyes pinned on the young prince. Which was very intimidating to Arthur. He’d seen the man fight, he was pure violence.

“Hmmm” Wardlow hummed and nodded in agreement with his fellow knight and friend. Y/n nodded as the 3 men walked to the end of the hallway not so subtly watching.

“What is on your mind Prince Arthur?” Y/n asked shifting on her feet.

“Can we talk in private?” he sighed not feeling comfortable being watched with what he wanted to talk about.

“Of course.” Y/n gulped nodding before turning and giving her knights a wave. Told them it was okay and to stay. So her and Arthur headed into the nearest room. “What is it you would like to talk about prince Arthur?”

He sighed leaning his head to the side. “Are we really going back to using ‘Prince before my name?”

“How else should I address you?” Y/n said looking down at her hands. She didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Not really.

“As just Arthur.” Arthur said loudly before taking a breath. He wasn’t mad at her he was pissed at himself. For putting them here. “Like before.”

It saddened him to realize he made her feel like they had to go back to the beginning. He hated himself for it.

“But things aren’t like before.” she told him with a sigh. God did she wish they were like before. She really missed him but how could they be together now?” We were together before. Now we’re not so I should address you with your title.”

“Are we really that far gone? Our relationship?” Arthur asked with slightly worried eyes. He couldn’t lose her.

“You tell me.” Y/n lifted her shoulders and then her eyes to look at him. The decision was in his court, he’s the one that ruined things, to begin with.

“y/n-” Arthur went to start but Y/n knew his tone of voice so she cut him off.

“No, Arthur. I can’t go through all that heartache again. I-I just can’t.” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke and that made Arthur's chest ache.

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know how else to start.

Y/n shook her head. “Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

Arthur squinted in confusion. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”

“Because you despise magic! An I have magic so therefore you despise me!” Y/n yelled out before taking a deep breath looking at Arthur with unshed tears in her eyes. The love of her life hated her because of something she frankly enjoyed about herself. “You hate me because of something that is a part of me.”

Arthur stepped forward shaking his head quickly at her words. “I don’t hate you.”

“If you hate a part of me then you hate me.” He couldn’t hate her magic and not hate her. And she couldn’t be with someone who hated her. “That’s how that works Arthur.”

Arthur raised his hands to cup her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears she didn’t notice were falling down her cheeks. “I could never hate or despise you Y/n.”

“The things you said to me when you found out and the way you looked at me and acted towards me all say otherwise, Arthur.” Y/n looked into his eyes, she could see the regret in his eyes.

“I felt betrayed and I was angry.I said things that weren’t true and that I didn’t mean.” Arthur explained but it didn’t make him feel any better and he didn’t expect to fix things. But she deserved to know. “It's no excuse for what I did. There’s nothing that could excuse my behavior from before. But I want to repair what we had. I want to make it up to you. If that's even a possibility.”

Y/n shook her head, it was a hard decision to make. And she didn’t know if she could, no matter how bad she wanted Arthur back. “I don’t know Arthur.”

Arthur sighed dreading asking this next question. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock.

“Are you afraid of me? Were you afraid to tell me because you thought I would have had you killed?” He asked with a gulp afraid himself of the answer she’d give. He wouldn’t blame her though. With how Uther felt about magic and him raising Arthur to be the same. . .

“As much as I wish I could say I wasn’t. . . Besides hiding my magic I have never lied to you. I don’t plan on doing it now.” She told him before letting out a deep breath. “Yes, I was afraid that you might tell your father and we both know how I would have been ‘taken care of’.”

“y/n” Arthur's gaze dropped feeling even more disappointed in himself.

“It's not that I didn’t want to tell you, Arthur. It’s just-” Y/n hated that she felt this was but it was true. “I saw how your father flt about sorcery, and then how you felt about it. . . I was scared.”

Arthur nodded solemnly. “You had every right to be.”

“I’m sorry.” she said looking away from him. She felt guilty, even though she had no reason to be.

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He shook his head, dismissing her apology she had nothing to apologize for it was all him. “I’m sorry. For how I reacted and treated you. It was wrong of me.” 

“Its ok-”

Arthur immediately stopped her. He didn’t want her to forgive him that easily or pretend it was nothing. He treated her horribly, that wasn’t okay.  “No, its not. An I know I hurt you.”

Y/n but her lip as they starred at eachother for a moment. “You could’ve just given me a chance. Magic a chance.”

“I hate myself for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself for all that I put you through.” Arthur agreed with her, he could’ve given her a chance. Prove and show him she didn’t use magic for evil. “But I do want to make it up to you.”

“How?” She asked with a tilted head. If his views didn’t change how could he make it up to her?

“Well, against my views I was taught growing up. I want you to show me your magic.” Arthur gave her a small smile. It didn’t excuse what he did and said but maybe if he could understand her magic and that part of her then they could get back together.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, she knew how he felt if this was uncomfortable for him then maybe things should just be done. She didn’t want to force him to like all of her. If they didn’t work then they would have to accept it.

“More sure than I am about a lot of things.” Arthur said shifting closer to his princess. “But I’m even more sure that I want us to get back together.”

Y/n took a deep breath. “Arthur- we can’t just go back to what and how we were.”

“I know that. It’s going to take time for me to gain your trust back. I’m determined to do so.” Arthur looked into her eyes with determination and passion. He was going to gain his princess's trust back. No matter what.

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[gayeddie-saved-me]

i’m not even a fan of merlin fics where arthur is dead but i want to write a fic so bad about merlin and leon becoming platonic life partners post-canon

[beautifultypewriter]

Good day, dearest! How've you been? For the Mystical Magical Saturday may I request Sir Leon, please? 🌸 Thank you so very much!

Hello! I’ve been fine. Thank you so much for sending one in! Side note, I wrote this and then lost half of it and had to redo it and I am so mad. But I hope you like it!

The Prompt: “Take it.”

Humming to yourself, you continued mixing the lemon glaze. It was the last thing you needed to finish for the pastries for Queen Guinevere’s luncheon. She had invited several royal guests from all over and you wanted everything to be perfect for her. Setting the bowl down, you nodded to yourself and grabbed the tray of blueberry pastries and set them next to the glaze, “Don’t even think about it.” There was laughter from the doorway as well as an exaggerated groan. Gwaine, Percival, and Leon stepped into the castle’s kitchen, looking annoyed, delighted, and sheepish respectively. You turned to them with a smirk, “These are not for you.” Without waiting for any kind of response, you turned back and grabbed a spoon.

As you started to drizzle the glaze over each pastry, Gwaine stepped up next to you, “Oh come on, I’m sure you could spare one.” Percival scoffed and Gwaine sighed, “Two.” You chuckled, glancing back to see Percival’s face light up. With a shake of your head, you turned back to the task at hand.

Gwaine had moved quickly, his hands already pulling back from the tray as your attention returned. Your jaw dropped as you spun to face him. He had one pastry in his mouth and two more in his hand. He grinned as best he could as he moved out of range of your outstretched arm. “Gwaine!” You surged forward, but he jumped back before you could catch him. He tossed a pastry to Percival, who grinned, called a quick thanks and then rushed to the door. Gwaine followed behind him as he noticed the rolling pin in your hand. Their laughter echoed down the corridor as you sighed and moved to count the pastries again.

Your eyes met Leon’s as you tossed the rolling pin onto the table and he gave you a small smile, “Apologies for them.” He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder and you shook your head.

“It’s fine. There are still plenty for the lunch.” You moved the tray to another table, where all the other food you had prepared was laid out, ready to be taken up to the hall.

Leon followed you, “You’ve been quite busy.” His eyes moved over the food, “It looks wonderful. You truly are talented.” He looked over at you and you felt heat creep up the back of your neck.

His gaze stayed on you and you looked away, needing just a moment. Without a second thought, you grabbed a pastry, “You’re too kind,” you held the pastry out to him, “For you, sir.”

Leon chuckled, but he shook his head, “You don’t have to. I know how hard you worked and how much this means to you.”

“Leon.” He hummed and you chuckled, “Take it.” Shaking your hand a bit, you smiled, “I’d be honored if you tried it.”

Leon laughed and gently grabbed the pastry from your outstretched hand, “If you insist.” You watched as Leon took a bite of the pastry, his eyes closing for a brief moment before they were staring into yours again, “Perfect.”

[thee-bat-boys]

SIR LEON, bbc merlin

*if the gif is yours please let me know and I'll credit you/take it down*

warnings; none.

a/n; this might not be any good but here you go, an idea i had whilst writing the fanfic im working on! leon deserves some love.

sir leon x gn reader.

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Leon didn't wait, he didn't care anymore. He took hold of their face and pulled y/n closer until their lips met, a symphony playing in his head as he kissed them. All the stolen looks, the silent touches for comfort and all the smiles they shared came flooding back to him. He was in love with y/n.

Pulling away was the moment that Leon felt regret build in his stomach, questioning what he had just done. Y/n was married, a valued member of the court of camelot, what was he doing? He dropped his hands, going to back away from y/n and leave before the shame spread but he was frozen.

Despite the shock of being kissed by Leon, y/n took hold of his falling hands and kept hold of them. The man in front of her was still, not taking his eyes off y/n as they stood silently. Without hesitation, y/n leaned in and kissed Leon, keeping a strong hold of his hands as they did so.

The kiss only lasted a moment but both were put of breath, foreheads touching as they broke apart. Y/n had been shocked by the kiss, as shocked as Leon had been when he'd dared to kiss them, but it had been welcomed.

Despite being married, y/n hadn't ever been happy in her marriage. Married to someone they didn't love, someone who didn't have respect for them and someone who treated them almost the opposite to how Leon had treated them.

Every day Leon would say hello and ask after y/n, a smile on his face had always signified that it wasn't a chore. Tears would always be wiped from y/n's face by Leon, a gentle voice asking what was wrong. Smiles had always been shared between the two for months. Neither had figured it would lead them to that moment but neither of them would have changed it.

"I'm in love with you, y/n." Leon's voice was soft as he spoke, eyes locked on y/n's eyes as they stayed touching foreheads. They could feel Leon's breath on their face, ragged as he tried to control it. "I wish things were different, I wish you weren't married, I wish-"

Y/n cut him off with another kiss, this one lasting longer than the other ones had been. This one had more passion behind it, the idea of being loved and respected had spurred y/n on - it was all they had ever wanted from a man.

"I love you too, Leon."

[writeroutoftime]

bbc merlin

-merlin-

Trustworthy- After meeting Merlin unexpectedly, you aren’t sure if you can trust him or not

We Need You - You have something important to tell Merlin, but will you get the chance to?

-arthur pendragon-

Snowball Fights

Being Married to and Having Twins with Arthur Pendragon Would Include…

Dating Sir Leon/Dating Mordred Would Include…

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

Gwaine with a manbun? yes, yes good. wonderful.

Leon with a manbun? brilliant. super hot.

but has anyone considered...

MERLIN with a manbun?

[fangirlings-things]

Sir Leon being secretly in love with you would include headcanons

anon said: Heyyy!! I was so excited when I saw you were writing for Merlin, I love this show. Can I please request love + Leon? thank you, kisses

A/N: looooove omg hii!!! okay so, with this request, you manage to hit me right in the feels because leon is so dear to me!! he is one of my absolute favorites and I was so excited to write this!!! I hope you'll like reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥰 lots of love!!

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Leon is struck by you on sight, everything else just disappears to him when you are around

He had never felt like that for anyone before

Yes, he had had people from time to time, lovers that came and went away so quickly like running water on a river

He never got attached, never fell in love

His duty was to the King and Camelot, and that had always been enough for him, even when he saw his friends marrying away and being happy

Until you happened, and then he was ruined to anyone else, ever

No one could compare to you when you smiled, laughed or made conversation interesting even over the most unexpected matters

You are kind, so kind Leon thinks his heart is going to explode at any second by how in love he feels when he sees you helping someone or giving your personal advice for a person in need

Your selfless and loyal, and he is amazed by those qualities, truly

He gets really, really nervous when you two speak to each other

He laughs out of nervousness more than often, eyes not holding your gaze for too long as he treats you with the most the ultimate respect

He gets into his mind one day that he will try to tell you how he feels, get that out of his chest once and for all

He was pretty sure you would dismiss him, but at least he thought he would have some closure

So he brought you flowers one day, ones he had picked himself on the way home after patrol

They were beautiful, of your favorite color, and had an amazing perfume

You loved it so much and the smile you gave him in return made him forget the fact that he had planned to you how he felt at all

He had no trouble admitting he was afraid. Afraid of being rejected by you and having his heart broken

So he continues to say nothing about the matter at hand

One day when you're accompanying the Knights and the King to a visit to the city, it starts raining and you get cold

Leon gives you his cloak without a second thought and you see yourself overwhelmed by the size of it and how it smells just like the Knight

When your return when the visit is over, Leon does not ask for his cloak back and when you make motion to give it back to him, he refuses and with his face a bit flushed, says:

"With all the respect, it looks beautiful on you"

And that had your heart skipping a beat

When Leon turned around and walked away, little did he know you loved him as much as he loved you

And on that night and in many others, you slept with his cloak, wrapped in it and feeling both safe and warm, imagining it was Leon's arms

[yurozo]

uxoriousness/meritoriousness

╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝ leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: following a recent outing to spain, leon indulges himself in the chaos of the theatre as a temporary reprieve. what he doesn't expect is to find you, a duke's daughter which captures his attention.

tags: fluff, romance, fem!reader, no use of y/n, early modern century britain, knight!leon (?), terrible flirting on leon's behalf.

a/n: it's 18th century britain leon babey! i attempted at making it as accurate as possible, but i did push flexibility in prose and conventions. i'm thinking of making this about five parts, so please let me know if you want to see more! <3 side note: uxuriousness is an 18th century term to be excessively fond of your wife, and maritiousness is a less common word to be excessively fond of your husband. ;)

part 1, part 2, next parts coming soon!

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Leon Kennedy, from the period of his last excursion to Spain, was admitted a frequent visitor to the theatre. Not particularly for the novelty of it; in truth he had no interest in watching the actors sing about their prose, but instead for the solitary comfort the booth often provided. To lounge in a padded chair and lose oneself to the idle chatter of the audience below bestowed a barrier that subsided his reserves, his tiring thoughts of blood staining his sword and the cracking of ribs as his weapon sinks between them. 

Certainly not for another more pervasive reason. Most definitely not the Lady sitting in the booth across the orchestra, watching the play with rapt interest. 

You had become a recent obsession of his, watching every slight change in expression that you wore so freely. Distaste at every nobleman vying for your affections, wistfulness at the chaste kiss between two actors, dejection when the curtains came to a full close. A painful curiosity ignited at your countenance and he could hardly withdraw his eyes from your person until the performance had concluded. Several weeks had passed in this kind of intercourse, content with being an unacknowledged admirer and not letting himself be overcome with more powerful considerations. 

That was until he spotted another man in your booth, desperately pleading with your hand in his rigid grip, and that same revulsion in your face, which propelled him upwards. He forbore any immediate inclination to withdraw his sword and allow him the same fate he willingly gave to his enemies for even daring to grab you without permission. 

His manners were very much admired in his circle, with many honoured with such an attention as his. It is for this reason that he is sure no true gentleman should ever dare force himself upon a woman, and especially not someone with a countenance more touchingly beautiful than he had ever dared to imagine before. 

In descending the last steps of your booth, however, your foot faltered and while Leon hastened to assist you, the man’s grip could no longer sufficiently engage to confine. While you were not materially hurt in your fall, it was reason enough to refuse any gracious acknowledgement from the other man. 

“My lord,” Leon derided, standing in the gap between the two. “I believe your presence is wanted elsewhere.”

The man remonstrated, and represented the serious danger that threatened from so rash a proceeding. “My lady,” said he in a solemn voice, “Sir.”

The man quickly departed, as the waning patience of Leon could clearly not have endured the repeated attack on another persons honour. But these cogitations were but of short continuance; they vanished with the appearance of your hand, waiting for his to assist you. He does so, pulling you gently to him, and greeted you with a softness oft unfamiliar to him. 

“My lady,” Leon said, folded in a deep bow; “I am sorry, exceedingly sorry, that you may have been given uneasiness.”

He wanted so desperately to bring your hand upwards, to brush his lips against the soft unscarred skin of your knuckles. But he is noble in heart, and too afraid to break convention in a manner of all people, so he acquiesced himself to squeeze it once instead. The accomplished mind of his was more likely to succeed in silent attentions than by a formal declaration of his sentiment. 

“Any such sentiment was easily quelled,” you responded, the gentle remonstrances in his favour becoming more pleasing and more convincing. “Thank you, Sir, I felt nothing but surprise at your sudden appearance.”

“Your surprise could not be greater than mine in being noticed by you,” said he, hesitating ever so slightly in his forwardness. “My lady.”

A hint of flush coloured your mottled cheeks that retrimmed the flame building with an ardent fire. “Allow me to thank you, Sir,” you said, retracting your hand from his. “If you are not diverted, to join me.”

The present confliction of passion seemed endless; he had already formed an inkling of affection for someone so far out of his station to even consider a proper courtship, and yet the very idea of never feeling that warmth in his palm again ached fiercely. Perhaps it was simply due to the long stretches of time in which he received none at all, but the crime of engaging in a past attachment was severer and more painful than he had imagined. Your hand was gentle in a manner that he is not, uncalloused where his are weathered from a swords grip.

“I shall,” he replied, allowing for you to seat yourself first before he followed, a timid eagerness in his step. 

Leon seized the opportunity thus offered, attempting to converse with you, while he was yet considering what he could say, that might interest and withdraw you from this severe reserve. From the style of your dress, he imagined that you were a person of honourable, yet modest personality, who exhibited an air of comfort in the midst of his usual experience of strict upper-class nobility. 

It was something about you, he decided, that circumstance had punished him gravely with your presence. He could not remember a true life without it, for all manner of previous happiness seemed finite in comparison. In fine, you were both infinitely charmed with each other, although you lacked the nerve to voice such affections. 

“Are you engaged, my Lady?” he said, in a tone much too hurried for the quiet air of the booth. His brow pinched at the suddenness of the intrusion, at the lack of care in his tone that may have painted him impatient, or at worst, rapacious. 

“I fear not,” you laughed, and what a wondrous sound it is. Had you been able to encounter his eyes, you may have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight lightened them. Feeling all the more common awkwardness and anxiety of the situation, now forced yourself to speak. “Are your affections taken by another?”

“No, my Lady,” said he, “present company excluded.”

You coloured and laughed at his reply, and any guilt of his previous misstep is comforted by the brightness of your gaze, cast upon him of all people. Should the divine have asked him now to give all of him to you, he would have gladly obliged in that very moment, forfeiting all mortal possession and any semblance of self in your honour. 

“Are you enjoying the play thus far?” you started, still flushed of the affectionate gallantry that he bestows upon you.

“I do not recollect that I am.”

“You do not enjoy romance?” 

“I certainly have not the passion which some people possess,” said Leon, “but I am not steadfast in my conviction.”

You turned to him then, proceeding all the particulars of the romantic genre, and would shortly have recited some very plentiful dictation had Leon not interrupted you once more. 

“I have never met anyone of such true enjoyment,” he observed, cutting your speech not out of malice, but of something else entirely. Curiosity, or even sensibility, for he had received all your intelligence with the forbearance of civility. 

“Exceedingly so,” you answered, “but I honour your sentiment.”

“My sentiment has changed,” he admitted so fondly, that he feared every fault of his would come to light, “in the presence of such knowledgable company.”

When Leon looked upon you again, surreptitiously enough that you do not notice the length of which he watches you, you watch the two actors embrace each other with welled eyes. Even if Leon never considered himself a poet, surely he could manage a soliloquy that encapsulated the joy in basking at your presence much better than any writer. What fascinating sensibility that you wielded so easily, the same way he holds his weapon, freely and without uncertainty. 

The curtains drew shut only moments later, uproarious cheering filling the theatre chambers so any further conversation is halted in its vibrance. You clapped politely beside him, assuming an air of graceful satisfaction, and he clapped in turn, if only to momentarily revel in this moment. Never had he felt so beguiled by a story, attention so pulled by the audience as he did now, supposing that memorizing every detail would supply further dialogue to engage your consideration. 

While the audience continued their remarks on the performance, mixed with them many instructions of execution and taste, Leon stands from his seat. Despite the initial surety of his action, a hint of trepidation in his expression gave way to his inability to end a happiness so supreme as to efface all impressions of the past. 

“It has been a very agreeable day,” you said to Leon, allowing your hand to be lightly grasped in his. “Never has a play entranced me so. I hope we may often meet again.”

“As do I,” said he, and gave you a final bow, just so you could not see the torment in his expression. Would you let me permit you home, is what he did not say. 

“Goodbye, Sir-” 

“Leon, my Lady.”

“Goodbye, Sir Leon.” The traces of an unbidden smile once again rises, for now you had a means in which to contact him further, to call upon him the next time you waited his presence.

“I am your humble servant,” said he, trembling with anxiety and sinking with despondency, remained for a moment to gaze upon you, unable to take leave yet irresolute what to say that might prolong the moment occurring. 

They took leave of each other; you back to the obligations of the family which expects your maintenance, and he to the tavern to drown the remembrance of his disappointment.