#sir leon oneshot

[rubiedmoon]

Peace Worth Defending

She was the very definition of kindness and grace in his eyes. 

Noble by name, daughter of a knight, yes—but it was not her bloodline that had drawn Sir Leon’s notice. It was her. The way she moved through life with a quiet warmth, a strength that didn’t demand attention, but earned it all the same. 

That morning was no different. 

From his place on the palace’s front steps, Leon watched the courtyard come to life beneath the pale spring sun. The scent of lavender and fresh morning dew on the grass hung in the air. Laughter echoed softly between the stone walls—light, unburdened. 

At the heart of it all sat YN. 

She sat on a low bench beneath the blossoming tree, her skirts pooling like spring water at her feet, sleeves pushed to her elbows. Around her, half a dozen young girls were gathered—daughters of servants, tradesmen, and guards. Each held wildflowers in small eager hands, their fingers working clumsily to weave the slender stems into fragile crowns. 

YN guided them patiently, her tone light and melodic as she spun a tale with her words. Some old story of forest sprites and enchanted gardens—Leon couldn’t quite hear from where he stood, but he didn’t need to. The giggles of the girls, the brightness of YN’s smile, spoke for themselves. 

And when the tale reached its happy ending, YN lifted the flower crown she had been weaving—woven with such delicate care—and placed it atop the head of the youngest girl beside her, a tiny thing with wide eyes and a gap-toothed grin. 

“And now you wear a crown fit for no one more than an elven princess.” She had said with a sweet and delicate smile on her face. 

The girl’s cheeks flushed pink with delight. The other children clapped in approval. 

Leon felt the corner of his mouth curve without thinking. She had that effect—on all of them. On him. 

He moved forward then, boots soft on stone, not wanting to disturb the moment. Still, YN glanced up as he approached, her eyes meeting his with that gentle brightness he had come to know too well. 

“Sir Leon,” she greeted, rising with easy grace. A stray blossom had caught in the curls of her hair. Somehow, it suited her perfectly. 

“Lady YN,” he returned, dipping his head in greeting. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” 

“Not at all,” she replied warmly. “We’ve just finished our morning story.” 

The girls, seeing the knight approach, scrambled up with giggles and curtsies before scampering off, clutching their crowns like treasures. 

Leon watched them go, then turned back to her. “You seem to have made their morning.” 

YN tilted her head slightly, a playful glimmer in her gaze. “I like to think they have made mine more than I made theirs. So young. So innocent. Willing to just sit and be while listening to old legends told from generation to generation. It has much pleased me that I could be the one to tell them to the next of us.” 

Leon’s heart beat just a little faster, as it always did when she looked at him like that. 

“If you’ve time,” he said, steadying his voice the best he could. “Now that you have finished, I was hoping you would care to join me for a walk in the gardens.” 

She smiled again, softer now. “With you, always.” 

Leon offered his arm, which she took with a light touch, her fingers warm against the crook of his elbow. 

And as they began to walk the garden paths, sunlight dappled across stone and bloom, Leon thought—not for the first time—that there was no battle nor glory that could compare to this: the quiet honor of walking beside her. 

They moved in easy step, her hand resting lightly on his arm, skirts whispering across the gravel path. The castle gardens were still waking to the season—buds unfurling, green shoots reaching for the sun. The faint buzz of bees mingled with birdsong, weaving a gentle melody around them. 

For a time, neither spoke. They didn’t need to. Leon found that in her company, the silence was not something to be filled, but something to be shared. 

It was YN who broke it first, voice soft as the breeze. 

“You look tired, Leon.” 

He glanced down at her, surprised, though he shouldn’t have been. She always saw more than most.��

“A long week, if I must admit,” he confessed. “The northern patrols are restless. Word of brigands stirring near the border. Arthur’s wary of it spreading.” 

She nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. “I had heard whispers among the guard’s wives.” She then took a moment to look upon his face. “It weighs on you.” 

“It does.” He exhaled. “But seeing the courtyard as it was this morning… and this—” He looked around the bright path where they walked, “—reminds me there is still peace worth taking on the weighted matter.” 

She smiled at that, her gaze turning upward to meet his. “You seem to take it on more than even our beloved King. But then again, I like to think that Arthur knows he has chosen the best of us all to defend and protect his kingdom.” 

A warmth stirred in his chest at the words—not pride, but something quieter. Deeper. 

They reached the far edge of the gardens, where an ancient oak spread wide branches overhead, offering cool shade beneath its boughs. Leon paused, leading her gently to the worn stone bench beneath it. 

She settled gracefully, smoothing her skirts, and looked to him with an almost teasing glimmer in her eye. 

“I must ask you this,” she said softly. “You spend so many hours training, patrolling, and defending… do you ever allow yourself a moment to simply be?” 

Leon gave a quiet chuckle, leaning back slightly. “I could ask the same of you, Lady YN. I see you from afar—always tending to others, bringing comfort where it’s needed, helping the palace staff even though you are obligated to do no such thing. Yet when do you rest?” 

Her cheeks flushed faintly, though her smile held. “I rest when I can. And I find joy in small things. Moments like this.” 

He met her gaze steadily, heart thudding. “As do I.” 

For a long breath, they sat in the shade of the oak, neither speaking—content in the quiet closeness between them. The sounds of the castle faded, and for a fleeting moment, the troubles of the realm felt distant. 

Leon knew, in his heart, that duty would soon call them both away—he to the sword, she to her endless care for those who needed her. But for now… here beneath the leaves, with the warmth of her beside him, it was enough. 

He would carry this moment with him—through long rides, through battlefields, through the weight of command. 

The memory of her smile, the grace of her spirit, would be his quiet strength.

[gemgdynamxght]

i’ve never posted anything, ever. but i have a headcanon so…

OKAY this might have already been written in the vestiges and nooks of the never-dying, long-suffering BBC’s Merlin fandom. And it has definitely been thought but

Arthur heals a lot faster than others - whether it’s from sickness or minor wounds and injuries. Merlin canonically SUCKS at healing spells but tries to do what he can when he sees Arthur wounded and he’s like helping him change and stuff or putting gauze on it.

Also im a strong believer in the fact that Merlin is Emrys and has an insane, unlimited supply of magic so he could definitely learn healing spells. I’d think at some point he’d start learning them to heal Arthur faster but in a way that it wasn’t suspicious, not like “oh i had a massive scar cut into my arm and now it’s suddenly gone” but more like “huh that healed quicker than i thought it would”

Also I’d like to think Leon notices that Arthur heals quicker but doesn’t comment on it.

[akelafang]

Cleaned this post up, added a few extra lines and posted it to AO3 if anyone's interested in a more polished version. Now under the title "Dance with me Sir Leon"

Camelot is hosting a feast! Food, music and dancing are in abundance. As are the amount of visiting nobles.

One of the noblewomen has taken a particular liking to dear Sir Leon and is heavily flirting with him. He's deeply uncomfortable but too polite to outright reject her and she's too persistent to notice his disinterest. Gwaine notices though. His eyes always tend to wander back to Leon at events like these. And during training. And the rare nights Leon joins them all at the tavern. And- anyway, the point is he's the most likely person to look over at Leon and notice his distress. Naturally, being the chivalrous knight Gwaine is, he decides to swoop in and rescue the knight in distress.

He makes his way across the hall to them, wraps his arm around Leon's waist and says "There you are darling, I've been looking everywhere! You promised me a dance before the night is over."

Leon jumps a bit having not expected the touch but relaxes when he recognizes Gwaine's voice. When his words register Leon looks at him confused for a second before he catches on. "Oh, ah, so I did. I'm sorry my Lady but a knight can't be seen breaking a promise."

The two leave the noblewomen stunned and sputtering. As soon as they're out of her sight Leon goes to move away but Gwaine tightens his hold on his waist for a second.

"And where do you think you're going? You promised me a dance."

"That was just a ruse to get me away from her, and thank you for that by the way."

"Ruse or not as soon as she stops doing her best impersonation of a floundering fish she'll be watching for you, as will anyone who overheard. A knight can't be seen breaking a promise now can he?" Gwaine sent him a playful smirk "And I certainly wouldn't mind dancing with the second most handsome knight in the kingdom."

Leon looked at him in disbelief with what Gwaine thought might be a small glimmer of hope. Though he worries he might be projecting his own feelings into the situation

Little does he know Leon is having the same worry. "You truly want to dance with me?"

Gwaine smiled at him. Not one of his goofy smiles like when he makes a joke or his flirty smirk he uses to try and get his way. A genuine smile full of fondness and it's own spark of hope. "I do. Look, I'll even let you lead."

Gwaine moves his hand from Leon's waist to his shoulder, giving Leon enough time to step away if he wanted to. But Leon doesn't want to. Instead of stepping away he steps closer and places his hand on Gwaine's waist, taking the lead position for a walts.

"Fair warning, I'm out of practice. It's difficult to do so without a partner you truly want to be dancing with."

A little of Gwaine's flirty smirk creeps into his expression but his eyes still hold nothing but adoration for the man before him. "Then I guess I'll have to make sure you get plenty of practice in the future."

[stitch-away]

🏳️‍🌈pedrito pride month masterlist🏳️‍🌈

ft. canon queer pedritos; dieter bravo, oberyn martell, greg, silva, y renaldo (even tho he's not in this lol)

in honour of pride month, i'm posting 18 pedrito oneshots this june that are mix of x reader and pedrito pairings, all with queer themes.

they include smut, angst, and fluff, so read the tags <3

note: the oberyn oneshot is purely platonic

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

♡ trans dio morrissey x trans eddie - MDNI two twinks, one strap

♡ joel miller x silva - MDNI on a bottle o' jack

♡ javi gutiérrez x male reader - MDNI bark like you want it

♡ trans ezra x male reader - MDNI space cowboy needs some lovin'

♡ javier peña x jack daniels - MDNI baby's first pride

♡ oberyn martell x fem reader - unlike father, unlike daughter

♡ max phillips x male reader - MDNI "all vampires are bisexual"

♡ omar assarian x male reader - MDNI shower talk

♡ lucien de leon x trans male reader - coming out in a wholefoods

♡ harry castillo x clint flood - MDNI "yes sir"

♡ greg x male reader - fabric formed domesticity

♡ trans zach wellison x gn reader - all that she is

♡ marcus acacius x male reader - MDNI love be thy concubine

♡ frankie morales x dave york - MDNI TW don't ask, don't tell- just do

♡ marcus moreno x male reader - el novio de papi

♡ dieter bravo x male reader - MDNI "dieter's ultimate power bottom fantasy"

♡ trans din djarin x male reader - MDNI under the armour

♡ mamá flores x male reader x mr. ben - MDNI mamá's little genius

bonus:

♡ jack daniels x trans male reader - MDNI hug the cowboy

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ completed :3

[theroundbartable]

Gonna drop another Sir Leon oneshot soon.

Have you ever heard the phrase: "aces can still have sex, aros can still be in relationships" and know that the people saying that have no idea what an aro/ace relationship looks like, so they make them allo instead?

Yeah, I saw posts about that and immediately thought of Sir Leon.

What better way to explore the complexity of this topic than through an arranged marriage trope?

I thought it would be fun, but quite honestly, Leon trying to force himself to be allo is a bit painful to write.

Gonna see if I can finish it tomorrow.

Me, aro/ace, engaged: *sweats* holy fuck, I have no idea what I'm doing. *Imposter syndrom kicking in*

Anyways. His wife is wonderful.

[ghosty-writes-23]

𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏!𝙷𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍!𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.

!TAGS!: Fluff, No Smut, Slight Angst, Leon Acting Like A Puppy.

Ghosty's Notes: Hello, I'm back with a small headcanon series, I mostly wrote this because I wanted to write a Werewolf!Leon oneshot but I didn't want to forget my idea, so there maybe a oneshot version of this coming in the future.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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You had moved out small city apartment in favour of a small cottage in a small wooden village, the only catch was the village was full of hybrids, ranging from cute and small hybrids such as mice, bunnies and small animals, to larger ones such as cats and dogs.

Everybody was so friendly with you, helping you move in, giving you a small tour of the village, showing you all the local hot spots and best places to eat, everybody seemed to be excited a human had moved in.

In your first week there you had managed to open up a small café/bakery since you were going to put your degree in patisserie to work.

After a month of opening, one day the doors opened and what you didn’t expect to see was a wolf hybrid walk in, his arms wrapped around his stomach and his tail tucked between his legs, his ears where flat and almost hiding in his blonde hair.

It wasn’t common for predatory hybrids to come into the village, so it had made you wonder why this hybrid was here.

You could hear some of the customers whispering among themselves, some even leaving the bakery in fear of the wolf hybrid, you could understand why when a hungry wolf walks into a room full of prey, you would be leaving too so you didn’t get eaten.

When the wolf hybrid came to the counter, you could see he was exhausted from the bags under his blue eyes, he had some cuts on his face, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him a little bit. He didn’t say anything but pointed to the black coffee on the menu, it was the cheapest thing you had.

He gave you the money in crumpled up bills, before you gave him a table number, he nodded his head in thanks and went to find a seat in the café.

The wolf hybrid stayed all day, nursing his coffee cup, when you began closing up you noticed he was still sitting in the seat he had been sitting in all day, putting your cloth down you were using to clean the counter you walked over to the wolf hybrid.

“Sir, I’m about to close up for the night, might be time to head home.” You suggested but you noticed his grip on the coffee mug tightened slightly. “I don’t have a home, not anymore.” The man spoke, his voice was rough.

You felt your heart ache before you sat down opposite him, he was still pretty young looking probley around 21 or 22, he had such a baby face and puppy dog eyes, you knew this would either be the best decision you have ever made or the worst.

“well, I could do with some help around the bakery, with some heavy lifting and cleaning.” You suggested and you see him start to perk up a little, as his wolf ears twitched ever so slightly. “and I have a spare bedroom, its not much but I am sure we can make it more comfortable.” You added and you could hear his tail start to wag, hitting the chair sides behind him.

“You would really offer me that, despite everybody’s reaction to me?” the man asked and you nodded your head. “just because you’re a predator hybrid doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” You said and the man slowly nodded his head, but you could see the tension leaving his shoulder as he began to relax.

“I’m Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy.” The wolf hybrid introduced himself formerly, to which you just gave him an ease going smile. “I’m Y/n.” you say to him introducing yourself, this was going to be the start of a very chaotic but fun adventure for you both.

It has been a couple weeks since Leon moved in, he helped at the café with heavy lifting the mornings when you got goods delivered and would help you as much as he could with the baking, he was a fast learner and within his first week he knew how to make cupcakes and basic cakes without burning them.

The people of the village where a little skeptical at first with Leon’s arrival but once they saw he was completely harmless they welcomed him with opens arms, as they did when you first moved in.

Leon didn’t talk much at first, he would only growl or grunt at you, but eventually you learnt what he growls meant, a deep growl meant he was annoyed or angry, a soft growl meant he was wanted attention or was being playful.

He would let you eventually pet him, he pretended to not like it, but you could see him melt when you would scratch behind his ears, his tail would wag and you hear hear him softly whine when you would stop and he would give you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Eventually he opens up after leaving with you for a couple months, you find out he was running from hunters, people like that catch predatory hybrids and sell them on the black market for their aggressive behavior, when Leon came back to his pack’s small community it had been ransacked, wolves had been killed, pups had been taken and his pack was gone without a trace.

He had spent weeks searching for them and trying to ask for help, but mostly everybody ran away from him because they thought he was going to eat them.

The reason he had stumbled into your café was because he smelt the pastries and baked goods, his body was tired and it needed to rest, so he thought he could rest in the café.

After hearing his story, you decided you would help him try and find his pack, to which he was really grateful for he couldn’t thank you enough for everything you had done for him.

But when Leon found his pack, would he stay with you or go back to his pack??

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[putrid-sex-machine]

KiNKTOBER DAY 14 𐂯 LEON

PROMPT: collaring, pet play, praise kink & humiliation w/ re2r leon

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obv), pet play, masc!reader, pet names (puppy, pup, baby, pretty boy, good boy, pet, angel, mutt), oneshot, rutting, dry humping, praise, collars, mlm, pet/owner dynamics

A/N: we are NOT getting into heaven with this one!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ this 1 kinda got away from me lol. i need him carnally (in case you couldn't tell). leons totally a whimperer BUT hear me out,, growling? 👀 let’s pretend i posted this on time (^^;) not entirely beta read but idrc

this fic has nsft content. you have been warned.

dividers by cafekitsune

"C'mon, puppy, I know you can do it," you praise, your voice the only thing keeping Leon somewhat grounded. What was it you wanted again?

He feels himself nodding before even fully registering the command, ever easy to please. The name does wonders for him, something you’ve taken note of. You wouldn’t be here if it didn’t, of course. His gaze lingers on you, thoughts drifting off momentarily. You look so good like that, sat so fucking pretty on the bed, leash and collar in hand. Fuck, he wants to take you right then and there.

“Puppy,” you warn, voice lowering dangerously, unhappy to repeat yourself. “Strip.”

That gets Leon moving, his body jumping into action before he has time to fluster. He’s standing in his boxers now, skin hot under your gaze, but even then it’s not enough.

“I said strip,” you order again, all affection now gone from your tone.

“Yes— yes, sir,” Leon mumbles, mouth moving faster than his brain. Fuck. Why did he say that? Sir?? He’s not at the police academy.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Your voice is softer now, though a hint of warning still remains. “This isn’t supposed to be hard for you, pup. Just follow my instructions.”

Again, Leon nods, finally shrugging off his boxers with an embarrassed whine. He’s not quite sure why this has him so worked up. It’s not the first time he’s been naked in front of you, after all. Then again, he didn’t have such a captive audience then either. You grin, gesturing him over.

He’s kneeling between your legs now, breath quick and embarrassed.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise, running a hand through his hair. Leon can’t help but whimper, eyes drooping shut at the contact, and his head tilting into it. “Such a good boy… You learn so fast.”

Leon’s mind swims at that, swaying somewhat where he sits, panting. He feels your hand grip his hair, forcing his head back. He doesn’t resist, shamefully allowing you whatever access to him you’d like. Cool leather wraps around his throat, just barely restricting his airway. A collar.

“Such a pretty puppy… Can you bark for me baby? Can you speak?”

Leon shakes his head, the remainder of his dignity refusing to let him fall further. Even with his eyes shut Leon can see the scowl on your face, whining pitifully at your disappointment.

“I said speak, pet,” you command, the tone only fueling the fire in Leon’s groin.

Leon opens his mouth, jaw simply hanging for a moment, no sound coming out. “…Woof,” he mumbles shamefully, face burning red. The grip on his hair loosens, trailing down to grab his chin, gaze forced up to meet yours.

It’s only then that his predicament fully sets in, the sight of you above him, legs caging him in on either side with a leash in hand… it’s enough to make him twitch.

“Puppy…” you start, voice deceivingly soft, “you can do better than that. Go on. Speak. Speak for your owner, angel.”

Humiliated wouldn’t even begin to describe what he’s feeling right now; every part of his body burning with shame, unable to so much as look at you as his cock twitches in response. He likes this.

He nods, eyes drooping shut before his gaze is forcefully brought back to yours. His mouth opens, a small, awkward, yet honest to god bark leaving him. He doesn’t miss the way you shutter, breath hitching ever so slightly as you grin down at him.

“Fuck… thats a good boy, good boy, Leon.”

Leon can’t help the way his thighs squeeze together at that, awkwardly grinding into himself in a desperate attempt for friction. That’s when he feels a boot shoved between his legs, the cool leather almost painful against his heat. He whimpers, hips bucking into it before he has time to think. This earns him a painful tug on his collar, his hips stuttering to a stop.

“Puppy,” you warn, voice lowering. “I didn’t say you could move."

Leon nods, whining shamefully, embarrassed to have disappointed you. “But it’s okay, baby,” you assure, “you’re just a dumb little puppy, it’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

That really shouldn’t have had such a strong effect on Leon. He swallows, attempting to find a distraction from all this, something he can use to appear somewhat composed. He can’t embarrass himself like this.

You don’t seem happy with his attempts, however, tugging on the leash once more. You tut, running a hand sweetly through his hair. “Oh, puppy,” you start, voice once again deceivingly gentle, “don’t resist it. You know you want to let this happen… You know thinking this much isn’t good for you, baby.”

Leon swallows thickly, nodding before he can stop himself. He doesn’t know that, but either way he wants to please.

“That’s right…” you praise, tilting your boot up into his groin. “Let me make you feel good, don’t resist it. Can you open your mouth for me, angel?”

Leon’s mouth opens on command, shifting awkwardly in embarrassment. You keep him like that just long enough for the shame to sink in, boot digging into his cock as he sits the untouched, mouth hung open like the good boy he is. Finally, you push two fingers into his mouth, satisfied when Leon’s lips wrap obediently around them. He sucks softly, his mouth hot and inexperienced, teeth prodding into your skin. You tut, pushing them further back down his throat, pressing down just enough to make him gag.

You lean in, fingers not shying away from the back of his tongue. “C’mon, puppy… let me take all those thoughts away, let you keep that pretty little head empty like it’s supposed to be. You know I like you better dumbed down, don’t resist it.

Leon shivers, just barely stopping himself from rutting into your boot, a soft, gagged whine leaving him. He nods to the best of his ability, eyes drooping shut as he simply sucks on your fingers, the sensation strangely bliss.

“That’s right,” you praise, “feels good doesn’t it? You like being told what to do?” Again, Leon nods, this time whining. “Good boy… That’s my pretty boy, doing so well for me.”

You retreat your fingers, a line of spit briefly connecting them to Leon’s lips. He whines at the loss, to which you hush him. “I know,” you coo, wiping the spit covered digits through his hair. “You wanna make your owner feel good though, don’t you? You wanna make me feel good?”

With you staring down at him so expectantly, Leon can’t find it in himself to say no. Not that he would have wanted to anyways. He nods pitifully, whining again before he can stop himself. You grin.

“Atta boy.” And just like that, your hands are off him, earning another shameful whine. “I know, baby,” you assure, turning your attention from Leon down to your fly. “Just a little longer, okay? You’re being so good for me.”

Leon swears you’re going slow on purpose, his body tensing further with each passing second. He can see the outline of your cock through your boxers, the mere smell of it making him drool. Finally it’s out, the tip resting against Leon’s lips, smearing them with precum. He shutters.

“Open.”

Leon obeys, jaw going slack, willing you to cut to the chase, to let him taste you. You slide in painfully slow, giving Leon time to adjust to the intrusion. His lips instinctively wrap around it, protecting the sensitive skin from his teeth as he wills it down further. Your hands in his hair now, breath shaky.

Leon’s never done something like this before, is he doing this right?

Without warning, you shove your cock all the way in, forcing a gag from Leon. You pull back, allowing him room to breathe. All he can smell is you, everything about the situation only fueling him further. He needs this.

“Please,” he mumbles around your cock, brows pulled taught as he gazes up at you. You tut, grabbing his hair tight and pulling him back down.

“Puppies don’t talk,” you warn, relishing in the way his throat spasms around you. You pull him off, Leon spitting and gagging as you do so, eyes squeezed shut. “Be a good dog. Bark for me. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Leon doesn’t resist, letting out a small, hoarse bark. This time however, it isn’t enough. “I said bark, you mutt. Bark for me. You can do better than that.” Your boot tilts further up, digging into Leon’s cock, dragging an honest to god moan from him.

You grin, the expression downright evil. “You like that?” Leon nods, hips stuttering against the leather. You tut, tugging on his leash harshly. “Then bark for me. Bark and I’ll let you have it.”

Leon’s eyes droop shut, whimpering softly. He nods, willing the sound out of him, this time significantly more animalistic. A real bark.

“Good boy.” Your voice is sweet and proud again, grinding your boot into his groin as a reward. “I knew you could do it. Now open your mouth, let me use you like you’re intended. Breathe through your nose… Good puppy.”

Leon obeys, this time rutting shamelessly into your shoe. Your cock slams into his throat once more, but this time he’s prepared, breathing steadily through his nose as you continue abusing his throat, willing his gag reflex down.

“God… look at you, drooling around my cock… Fucking hell. You’re so fucking good, puppy. Just like that.” And really, he’s not doing anything, just sitting there and letting you use him. “There you go… You’re doing so good, angel. So good for me. Just keep humping my boot like a bitch in heat, let yourself be the stupid fucking mutt you are.”

Leon allows himself to drift, lost in the wondrous cocktail of hormones you’ve awoken in him. He’s rutting faster, breaths shallowing as he fights to keep himself from going over the edge, wanting this to last as long as possible.

“You gonna cum for me, puppy?” you mock, drinking in Leon’s display with hungry eyes.

He nods frantically, panting stupidly around your cock. He’s growling now, the sounds low and desperate, like some kind of animal.

You tug your boot away, relishing in the whine that vibrates around your length. You drag him down further, ignoring his pitiful gags as you spill down his throat, fucking him through your high.

You drag Leon off, watching as he swallows it all like the good boy he is, grinning wildly. “You did so good, puppy,” you whisper, dragging him closer by the leash, relishing in his confusion. You guide him up onto the bed, tutting as he goes to stand. “Oh, you poor, stupid little thing,” you coo. “Puppies don’t stand, angel. Crawl to me. That’s right, on all fours. Just like that. Good boy. That’s my pretty puppy.”

You drag him onto your still clothed thigh, his leash pulled taught. “You did so well,” you praise, guiding his bare hips against the rough fabric. “C’mon puppy, make yourself feel good for me. You’ve done so well… Just like that, hump my thigh like the stupid bitch you are. That’s right. Good boy.”

Leon whimpers in discomfort, the corse fabric like fire against his erection, but he can’t find it within himself to care. He speeds up, practically sobbing now as he fucks himself stupid on your thigh, clinging to you like a life line. He’s growling, nipping softly at your neck as he ruts into you, humping you like a bitch in heat.

“M… M’gonna,” he stutters dumbly, head thrown back as his back arches into the sensation. Poor puppy can’t even finish a sentence.

You hush him, hands running soothingly down his sides as he shutters against you. “Cum for me, puppy. You’ve been so good. Cum for me.”

Leon nods frantically, mouth hanging open as he cums, vision going white as he collapses into you, continuing to grind uselessly against your leg. “I love you I love you I love you,” he chants absently, sobbing into the crook of your neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you.”

[leonskittybunwriting]

Plot: Leon is a royal guard who protect the crown prince but he falls in love with the crowns princes maid.

This oneshot may be disturbing due to the following warnings, if any of the following warnings make you uncomfortable, please do NOT read!

Warnings: past child abuse (not detailed) froced Voyeurism - from the king to a different couple. Murder. Romance. Heavy makeout.

18+

Note: i don't own resident evil and I don't own resident evil characters!

Chris looks at Leon who was currently staring at the new maid and he smirks.

“Leon, do you perhaps like the new maid?” Chris asks with a mischievous expression.

Leon blushes and he looks to the side, his ears bright red and he nods.

Chris chuckles and says “I see, why don't you go talk to her?”

Leon's eyes widen and he shakes his head nervously and asks shyly “What if she thinks I'm weird?”

“NONSENSE!” Chris shouts in a whisper and he pushes Leon towards the new maid which causes him to stumble a little.

Leon stands up straight when you turn around and face him and he gulps before speaking softly “I'm Leon Kennedy…..I'm the crown prince's personal guard.”

You look at him with a blush and whisper “My name is Y/N, I just got hired to be the crown prince's personal maid, so it seems like we'll be seeing more of each other.”

Leon blushes and he says softly “I look forward to working with you.”

Few Weeks Later

“You set them up?” Clarie asks Chris angrily.

Chris raises an eyebrow at his younger sister's attitude and says “Yeah, so?”

“Leon isn't good enough for Y/N.” Clarie states as she sips on her tea in her beautiful white heavy dress.

Chris chuckles sarcastically and says “You got to be kidding right?”

Claire glares at Chris and says “No I'm not kidding, Chris!”

Chris suddenly gets angry as he sits across from his sister and says “Leon has a title to his name, Claire! When I become king I plan to give him the Duke title! He is good enough for Y/N! And I'll take that to the grave!”

Claire scoffs, she sits her teacup down and says “Only when he becomes the Duke is when he's good enough.”

Chris shakes his head and says “Unbelievable.” He stands up getting ready to leave but stops and turns to her “Leon has gone to many battles for us since he was young, he leads them, and he is extremely royal to us, Claire. Do NOT tell him how you feel about him and Y/N being together.”

Claire scoffs and titles her head and asks cockly “Why not?”

Chris snickers and says “Because he fell in love with her at first sight, Claire. So do me the favor of not ruining something so perfect.”

Claire sighs in defeat and says “Fine, I won't tell them but just know how I feel about it okay?”

Chris nods and gets up before walking away.

meanwhile in the hallway

Leon leans over you, he has you pushed up against the wall and he shoves his tongue into your mouth causing you to moan and leans against his chest as you wrap your fingers into his blonde hair.

you felt hot from the intense makeout session in the little hidden hide out in the hallway.

“Leon” you moan as he starts kissing your neck.

“Well this is a sight to behold.”

You and Leon both jump away from each other when you both see the king and the queen of the nation.

You and Leon both bow to them which causes the king to laugh and say “No, no don't bow.”

You both stop bowing and you grow nervous, it's not against the law to date within the castle but a maid and a royal knight dating? It could cause issues.

You quickly become shocked when Leon stepped in front of you and said “My king please don't punish her, I lost control, it was only supposed to be a kiss but-”

“Sir Leon, it's alright. I'm not mad or anything in fact ... .I wished that those who were dating within the castle would be more bold like you two.” The king states and he smiles “and the fact that you are trying to take the fall, instead of blaming it on your lover, proves you love her.”

You freeze up at the word love. Leon loves you? It makes you happy but always scared, you know you care for him deeply but you couldn't say you love him just yet.

You watch Leon smile and say “I do love her.”

The king hums softly and stares at him and says “that's good.”

“Father!”

Everyone turns their head to see Chris and Claire walking towards them.

“My son and daughter, how are your studies going?” The king asks.

Chris glares at his father and says “Fine, why are you talking to Leon and Y/N?”

The king hums and says “I found them making out.”

Chris looks at Leon in surprise and smirks causing Leon and you to blush.

You push your face up against Leon's back as your face deepens red when your eyes meant the queen's who was smiling.

Chris hums and says “I'm sorry.”

The king puts up his hand and says “Don't be, I like it. It's nice to see.”

The king looks over at his own personal knight and asks “Are you dating anyone?”

The personal knight blushes and he looks to the side before nodding.

“Who's the lucky girl?” the king asks.

“She's a stable girl….she works with the horses.” The personal knight says softly to the king.

“Tell her to wash up and come to my room with you.” The king states before turning and leaving, the queen follows the king close behind.

The personal knight of the king sighs deeply and says heavily ���as you wish my king.” He then leaves.

Chris and Claire share a glance and Chris looks at Leon and you and says “Let's go.”

You and Leon both nod and follow after Chris.

2 Weeks Later.

The king had been murdered and Chris took over the throne immediately afterwards to keep the public calm.

Only Chris, Claire, Leon and you knew the full story that happened with the King.

The king was murdered by his personal knight because after he caught you and Leon making out, he had his personal knight and his girlfriend go to his room and made them makeout and eventually made them have sex before he took the queen for himself.

It became too much of the personal knight's girlfriend when the king started making moves on her and the personal knight killed the king as he slept.

Chris quickly took care of the situation, normally he would have the knight executed but since it was an act of protection he sent the knight and stable girl to a different place.

After Chris became king he made Leon into the Duke.

2 months later.

Leon watches you clean his work office room, even though you became a duchess not too long ago, you still cleaned and cooked with the rest of the servants, he found it cute in a way but he also wished you would rest.

“Honey.” Leon calls out to you.

You turn around and look at him with a blush and ask softly “Yes darling?”

Leon beckons you over with his finger, you walk over to to him and he gently picks you up and sits you on the table in front of him and he asks softly “Do you love me yet?”

You blush hard at his question, he had told you one thing on the day of the wedding that he loved you but you told him that you cared for him deeply but aren't in love with him yet.

It was because of your abusive past that made it hard for you to love.

You had loved your father but he had done unspeakable things to you that made you scared of love.

“Leon….” You whisper nervously.

Leon gives you a gentle loving smile and says “it's okay if you don't, just know that I'll wait forever.”

You tear up at that and you gently cup his face and you whisper softly “Forever?”

Leon leans into your hands and nods against them and says “Yes, forever.”

“What if you fall in love with someone else?” You ask softly, you have started rubbing your thumb against his jawline.

Leon huffs and says “No, I intend to bind my souls with yours forever, if we are reborn…I will find you and stay next to you and that's a promise.”

“Even if the world hated me?” you asked softly and gently to move your hands into his blonde hair and look into his blue eyes.

Leon chuckles softly and says “If the world hates you, I'll be your safe haven, but I'll be a villain to the world.”

You tear up and lean forward and gently press your lips against his and you whisper “I'm scared of saying the word ... .so can I trace the shape of your heart?”

Leon nods, and you unbutton his shirt, and you open the shirt relieving his chest. You gently trace a heart over his heart, telling you that you do love him.

[violettavonviolet]

Merlin & Gravity falls fic recs

all fics are finished and fantastic! the word count goes up progressively, I've noted the ratings but do check the tags!

all fics marked with a star haven't left my brain since I read them.

Merlin

A Future Lined in Gold

predilection

Summary:

Gwaine's soulmate has magic. He knows this because his soulmark glows.

This wasn't as much of a problem until he started spending more time in Camelot where magic is banned, and where even someone catching sight of his soulmark could have him beheaded.

(A Merlin/Gwaine soulmate AU.)

6k gwaine/merlin teen

Secret Whistle

thenerdyindividual

Summary:

Merlin can't understand those stupid complicated hand signs Arthur uses on a hunt, but they figure out another way to communicate.

or: 5 times people were confused by Arthur and Merlin's secret language, and 1 time everyone understood.

6k merthur gen

Secrets

platonic_boner

Summary:

In which everyone gradually finds out that everyone else knew all along about the magic.

7k teen merthur

Co-Dependent

vintagemocha

Summary:

And then it hits Uther, like a fork of lightning: "Fine, then, no Merlin for a week."

"Oh, no," one of the knights, Sir Leon, gasps.

Arthur, whose jaw has been hanging open this entire time, finally regains his abilities of speech. "What?" he says. "No Merlin?"

+++

As punishment for Arthur's disobedience, Uther bans all contact with his manservant for a week.

It works out about as well as you could expect.

8k humor gen

The Authoritative Guide on Being the Bloke

writeonclara

Summary:

In the four years he and Merlin had been together, Merlin never so much hinted that he had a blog.

Well, at least not to Arthur. Everyone and their dog knew about it, except Arthur.

Arthur sighed and clicked Previous 10 Entries. It was a little like reading a biography about all of the things you would never, ever want to share with anyone.

ON SHAGGING THE BLOKE

Sort of like that.

OR: Merlin has a blog. Arthur finds out about it.

9k Merthur modern

Loyalty Before Royalty

CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Summary:

"Where did you get that?" Arthur asked, but he already knew the answer. 

"Gwen."

"...and the horse?"

"Gwen."

"What about the-"

"Gwen." Merlin interrupted. Arthur nodded. At this point, he wasn't sure why he even bothered to ask. He was pretty certain his wife was going to knight Merlin any day now. He looked Merlin up and down for a few moments before accepting it all with a sigh.

"As long as you get my armor to me tomorrow...I don't care." He finally said, turning away. Merlin cleared his throat. 

"Gwen gave me tomorrow off."

"For the love of God." 

Or

I hate that Gwen and Merlin's friendship kind of withered away in the later seasons so here's a oneshot about her and Merlin abusing her new royal powers because that's what happens when your best friend becomes queen.

10k gwen& merlin gen

Good Fortune

platonic_boner

Summary:

Arthur makes Merlin a lord, and Merlin does an astonishingly good job of running a village.

11k merthur gen

Guarding the Guardian

CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Summary:

“Mordred, right?” Arthur asked, kneeling in front of him. The boy nodded, eyes wide as he looked at Arthur as if he might bolt at any moment. “What are you doing back in Camelot? My father won’t like seeing you again.”

“He’s hurt.” Mordred whispered and Arthur glanced over at where Merlin was unconscious. A sudden realization dawned on him.

“You healed him,” He said slowly “With magic.”

Mordred nodded. Arthur’s mind raced – thinking of all Merlin had survived in his encounters with bandits and sorcerers. Before he could ask if Mordred had been responsible for all of it, there was a groan as Merlin shifted, eyes flickering open.

“Arth – you!” He choked, sitting up quickly to grab Arthur’s arm as if he could yank the prince away. Mordred grinned.

“You’re awake!” He beamed and launched forward to hug him. Arthur watched as Merlin stiffened at the action – eyes widening before desperately trying to push him away.

“Arthur. Arthur, get him off of me-”

Or

After sneaking Mordred out of Camelot, he occasionally returns to make sure Merlin is doing okay. Arthur isn’t sure why this child is so concerned about the wellbeing of his servant… Nor Merlin's vehement attempts to ignore it.

16k gen humor

Whispering Your Name *

CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Summary:

The Dorocha. They are the voices of the dead, my child. And, like the dead, they are numberless.

Or

A different take of the dorocha. Instead of them being faceless screams that attack you, they are actually figures of the dead. Merlin doesn't quite realize how much death affected him until him and the knights go to close the veil.

22k angst gen

Thick as Sorcerers

CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Summary:

Arthur watched, unable to fully comprehend the events that had seemingly just crashed and burned in front of him rather than calmly unfold. He turned to look at the other knights who only shrugged as Mordred sank lower into his seat, lips pressed into a pout as he picked at his food. 

“I…” He started and paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts “Why do you want Merlin to like you so badly?” He finally sighed. Mordred stopped playing with his food, glancing up before looking at the door the servant in question had exited through 

“Because he’s Merlin.” He said as if that provided any sort of answer. 

Arthur didn’t deserve this. He did his best to be a good person. Maybe this was some kind of divine intervention saying he needed to up his charity game. He needed to give the lower town a bigger tax break or something. Perhaps ride out and save three more damsels than usual. 

"He has a point," Gwaine piped up as he inhaled another mead "He is Merlin."

Or

Merlin hates Mordred and Mordred is determined to put an end to that. Arthur is convinced that this child is after his man.

23k merthur merlin & mordred

um, excuse me? i was dying *

great_stone_dragon

Summary:

Gideon is a fourteen year old boy who wants to know the real tea. Camelot has a lot of secrets to offer.

1. The prince's manservant has magic and everyone knows (except the prince)

2. The prince is in love with his manservant and everyone knows (except the manservant)

OR

The Office if it was merthur in Camelot

30k humor gen

How to kill a king

Naelyn

Summary:

"That is how you deal with your problems! By politely stating your aim and waiting for your turn to come, instead of coming here with your weapons and no word of warning! D’you reckon it’s easy for me? Not only do I have to deal with the mess he,“ Merlin pointed at Arthur with his chin, “leaves behind him, but now I also have to deal with unplanned assassinations? This world has become a crazy place, isn’t that right, Gwaine?”

or:

Arthur's assassins seriously lack style, and Merlin tells them as much. The knights are stunned. So are the assassins. Also, Merlin's mad at Arthur, and so he is determined to ruin his day as much as possible. In the meanwhile, Gwaine's just living his best life (isn't he always?).

38k merthur crack

Next to You (It's the Rule)

LunaMyLove

Summary:

Arthur and Merlin have a special relationship. They always have, even when they were prince and servant. While many question it when first noticing, eventually it becomes an understanding in Camelot—and even among some other countries—that where there is Arthur, there is Merlin. And, where there is Merlin, there is Arthur.

Or

Arthur and Merlin's relationship as witnessed and explained by others.

Also, or

Five times someone realizes that Merlin is the Queen, one time Merlin realizes it himself, and one time he owns it.

62k merthur crack gen

Canary in a Cage

CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Summary:

“Lady Morgana,” The lord said, his brows furrowing as he took a step back “Pardon me for the assumption, but I was told the king’s ward never left the East tower?” He asked and gestured vaguely around the gardens. Morgana smiled and Merlin smirked from his hiding place as he watched Arthur consider swooping in to save the man, but clearly thinking better of it. 

“Ah, of course.” Morgana said “You must be confused. There are two wards of the king. I’m afraid you won’t be able to meet Merlin today.” 

Or

Uther took in Balinor’s child as a baby and claimed him as his ward. Merlin thinks he’s being held hostage, but whatever.

108k merthur

Gravity falls

to you, who bears my name

masterdipster

Summary:

In a world where most people have names printed on their wrist, Dipper Pines is born with a cipher.

22k Billdip teen and up

Five Minutes Older

thesnadger

Summary:

Mabel ends up trapped in 1979, without her brother and with a broken time machine that she can't fix herself. Luckily, her Grunkle Stan is there. Of course, he's a lot younger now...he has a mullet, he's living out of his car and he doesn't know he's her Grunkle. But he's not planning to let this weird, sparkly little girl end up alone on the streets.

27k time travel

Five Years Older

Nicnac

Summary:

When twenty-seven year old Mabel Pines stumbles across a banged-up time tape in the park, she tells herself that she's much too mature and responsible now to use it to go on a crazy adventure through time. 

Hahaha, yeah right.

46k time travel

The Small Things

Nicnac

Summary:

Stan had definitely showed up empty-handed, but he somehow ended up leaving with two five year olds in tow.

Eh, he'd been to worse memorial services.

55k series

The Whole of Us (is greater than the sum of our broken pieces)

Nicnac

Summary:

Stanford Pines was going to make his legacy by becoming the man who changed the world. Children weren't really part of the plan. 

At least, they weren't supposed to be.

144k teen and up

[504py]

helloooo!! wanted to let ur know that ur knight!Leon works are so so so good. they're so very warm and encapsulating. if u ever wrote a book about knight!Leon, I'd be buying 10 copies<3

AHHHHHH thank you so muchhhh!!!!! i'm so glad it gives off that vibe since it's what i wanted to go for 😭🙏 i felt like there's not many fully fluffy leon fics, so i wanted my writing and its art to be a breath of fresh air. thank you so much again, i'm glad you've been enjoying it this much so far!!

as for the series itself, i think my knight!leon main story will probably end at the fourth part, and i'll just do oneshots and drabbles after their story is complete if the people request more of sir leon and his lady LOL.

[rubiedmoon]

What Ifs, By The Lake

The palace was in a mild state of panic—again.

Arthur had barked orders at every passing guard, pages were sent to the stables and the training fields, and Merlin, poor soul, was nearly tripping over himself as he searched the kitchens, mumbling something about maybe she was hunting down cherry tarts again.

But I didn’t need to search.

Because I already knew.

YN had never been one for being predictable—except, oddly enough, when she disappeared.

She was Camelot’s own paradox. Princess by birth, scholar by choice, warrior by sheer bloody-minded determination. Daughter of Uther, sister to Arthur, and yet more like neither of them than anyone dared to say aloud. She outwitted her tutors by the age of ten, sparred with us knights and left us bruised and breathless by fourteen, and now, years later, she had an uncanny way of making Arthur look like an amateur with a sword.

Naturally, we all enjoyed that far more than we let on.

But if there was one thing YN loved above all else—above court life, above battles, above scholarly debates—it was painting. And not in some grand hall where nobles could fawn over her talent. No, she craved solitude. A place where the world didn’t ask anything of her. A canvas, a lake, and the quiet company of birdsong and breeze.

So, I found her exactly where I knew she’d be.

The trail to the lake was barely marked, and anyone who hadn’t grown up training in Camelot’s woods would never have noticed it. But I followed the winding path, boots crunching softly over moss and roots, until I caught the glint of water through the trees.

And there she was.

Perched on the grassy edge of the lake like something out of a story. Her easel stood before her, the canvas already blooming with shades of gold and green, mimicking the sunlit forest around her. Her paints were scattered in a wide arc, brushes nestled between her fingers as she worked with a steady, focused hand.

I stood there for a moment, simply watching.

It was always like this—her brow furrowed in thought, the tilt of her head as she studied the light. There was a serenity in her when she painted that you rarely saw otherwise. She was often so sharp, so quick with a jab or a clever retort. But here? She was still. Soft, even. At peace.

“Careful,” I said, stepping forward, voice low so as not to startle her, “you’ll spoil the illusion that you’re just a fierce warrior-princess with a sharp tongue.”

She didn’t even look up. “Leon,” she said with a little smile. “Took you long enough.”

I shrugged and stepped closer, eyes drifting over her work. A perfect rendering of the lake, with the willow trees dancing in the breeze, their reflections wavering on the water. “It’s beautiful,” I said sincerely. “You always make it look like something from a dream.”

“Thank you,” she said, finally turning to look at me. A smudge of green dotted the corner of her cheek, and I resisted the urge to reach out and brush it away. “Let me guess—Arthur’s losing his mind again?”

“Running through the corridors like a headless chicken,” I confirmed, amused. “He’s ransacked the entirety of the east wing and sent Merlin running in three different directions before Gwen finally told him to sit down and think for once.”

YN laughed—light and free. “He should know by now.”

“He should,” I agreed. “But you know he doesn’t think like that. And besides, if he did, we wouldn’t get to keep this our little secret, would we?”

She grinned, and for a moment, the world was quiet.

The wind rustled the leaves, the lake lapped gently at the shore, and YN dipped her brush into a fresh hue of blue.

“Stay for a while?” she asked.

I lowered myself to the grass beside her without hesitation. “Always.”

Her canvas held a landscape of the lake—our lake—with its willow trees bending over the water, the same ones she often rested beneath. I recognized the scene instantly, but there was something more to it today. A softness in the colors, a warmth in the brushwork that made it feel like more than a place. It felt like a memory.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, and I meant it.

The young princess smiled. “It’s not even finished yet.”

“I’m aware.” I replied with a smile of my own. “But if it’s this beautiful now, I can only imagine what it will look like when it’s complete.”

We sat in silence a moment longer, the light beginning to shift again as the sun inched lower. A breeze danced across the lake, tugging at her hair and fluttering the corner of the canvas.

“I suppose I should head back before he sends a search party,” she said eventually, though she didn’t move.

“He already has,” I said. “But let’s give them another ten minutes to worry.”

Her smile widened as she went back to her painting.

The sun dipped lower behind the trees, casting long golden streaks across the lake. YN worked in slow, deliberate strokes now, not painting the lake itself anymore, but something in the foreground—a shadow of a figure seated by the water’s edge.

Me.

I raised an eyebrow as I realized what she was doing. “You’re painting me now?”

“Only the back of your head,” she said, not missing a beat. “Don’t get vain.”

I huffed a quiet laugh, leaning back on my hands and letting the breeze stir my cloak. “I’m flattered, nonetheless.”

She didn’t reply immediately, but I could see the smile tugging at her lips as her brush moved again. We’d always had this—this easy rhythm. Where words were only half the conversation. Where silence didn’t feel empty.

YN broke it a moment later, her voice softer now, thoughtful. “Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if we weren’t… this?”

I glanced sideways at her. “This?”

She flicked her eyes toward me, then back to the canvas. “A knight. A princess. Destined for battles and alliances and whatever else the crown demands.”

A pause.

“All the time,” I admitted.

She nodded slightly, as if she’d expected the answer. “Sometimes I think about leaving Camelot. Living in a small cottage near the sea. Someplace where I just paint and breathe. Somewhere peaceful and away from all of the chaos.”

I glanced at her again, this time more fully. The breeze had caught strands of her hair, tugging them free from the braid she’d haphazardly tied. Her jaw was strong, her gaze steady even when she was wistful. I saw both the warrior and the dreamer in her—an impossible blend, and yet, there she was.

“And what would I be in this seaside village?” I asked, teasing gently. “The humble farmer who brings you apples in exchange for portraits of his sheep?”

She smirked. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’d be the blacksmith.”

“Ah,” I said, feigning deep contemplation. “Brooding, soot-covered, and ever mysterious.”

“Exactly,” she said with a short laugh. “And everyone in town would gossip about how the painter and the blacksmith have tea every evening by the cliffs, but neither of them ever says why.”

I chuckled. “And when the village festival comes, you’ll finally paint a portrait of the mysterious blacksmith, and all the children will ask why he looks so grumpy.”

She turned to me again, this time fully, her paint-stained hands resting in her lap. “And I’ll say, ‘Because he doesn’t like when people interrupt his daydreams.’”

I held her gaze, the playfulness fading just slightly into something quieter. “Maybe one day,” I said softly. “We’ll be able to find a place like that.”

Her smile didn’t falter, but it changed—turned bittersweet, like she didn’t dare believe it could be real but wanted to anyway. “Maybe.”

The light began to shift again, the warm gold giving way to cooler shades as dusk crept in. A few birds called in the trees, signaling the end of the day.

YN rose slowly, stretching her arms above her head before wiping her brushes on a cloth with methodical care. “Arthur’s going to throw a fit when I get back.”

I got to my feet too, brushing grass from my trousers. “Need I remind you he already has?”

She let out this delightful giggle that could only be described as hers. “Oh right. Though I know me disappearing doesn’t do anything for my favor, he does cause this on himself for not paying enough attention.”

Chuckling myself, I nodded. “I can agree with you there, Princess.”

We turned together, the path back to Camelot waiting just beyond the trees. I hesitated, glancing one last time at the lake.

“I like it here,” I said.

YN looked at me sidelong, her voice quieter again. “Me too.”

And with that, we walked back—not in a rush, not ready for the clamor of the palace, not yet.

But together. Always together.

[make-me-imagine]

Scenario Prompt: Sept 12 Z: Leon asks you to dance at a banquet because he has a crush on you.  Requested By: @haveanotherfandomblog

Pairing: Sir Leon x Gen!Neutral Reader

Everything Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural​

Triggers: None        Words: 643

Post about Scenario Prompt Request: Here

You had felt his eyes on you from the moment you entered the banquet hall, but you assumed it was simply because you entered. But nonetheless, seeing him looking at you made you nervous. Meeting his eyes he smiled softly at you in greeting, which you returned, ignoring the heat rising up your neck. 

Throughout the evening, you kept getting the feeling that he was watching you again, but every time you turned to look, he was looking somewhere else. You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed at this. You wished you were more confident, you would approach and talk with him, maybe even ask him to dance. You had known each other for years, you were friends, why was it so hard for you to approach him in these kinds of situations? 

Taking a sip of your drink, you wallowed in your disappointment as you listened to your friend talk about her day. Feeling someone tap your shoulder, you jumped slightly before turning to see who it was. You felt your heart leap for a moment when you saw Leon smiling down at you. 

You smiled at him “Leon” you greeted cheerfully. 

“Hello, Y/n, Marianne” he nodded to your friends who greeted him as well. Looking back at you, he seemed to adjust his stance before he looked down at the ground nervously. Clearing his throat he looked back up at you “I was wondering if you might dance with me.” 

Taken slightly by surprise by this, you smiled at him before nodding “Of course Leon, I’d love too.” 

He smiled at you, obviously relieved that you agreed before he reached out his hand. Placing your hand into his he lead you towards the middle of the room. You spared a glance back at your friend who grinned at you, having known of your feeling for Leon. 

As you entered into the crowd of dancing people, you and Leon began to dance along to the music. You smiled at him, to which he smiled bashfully in return. “I was surprised to not have seen you dancing earlier, I thought I saw Gwaine ask you beforehand. I thought you liked to dance?” 

“He did ask, as did some others, but...” you trailed off for a moment. 

“But?” Leon commented. 

“But-” you continued with a smile “I did not want to dance with any of them.” you finished, leaving the implication to linger in the air. 

Leon fought back a smile before he spoke “Well, you saved yourself, Gwaine is not a great dancer.” 

You giggled at his comment before looking across the banquet hall, seeing Gwaine dancing with another woman. He was not as graceful as others, but not horrible. You cocked your head slightly “I’ve seen worse.” 

He chuckled before clearing his throat slightly “Well, I’m sorry I had not asked you earlier, I was...unsure if you would want to dance with me.” 

“Of course I would dance with you Leon.” you replied softly, making him smile “I was wondering if you’d ask.” you added on. 

“Yes. Well... I always found dancing to be quite...intimate.” He said somewhat shyly, briefly meeting your eyes. 

“Yes, me too. Which is why I did not want to dance with anyone else.” 

His eyes quickly shot back to meet yours when you said this, as you smiled, feeling your own heart pound at the words that left your mouth. 

Leon seemed to adjust himself before he pulled you slightly closer as you continued to dance “And I’m glad you danced with no one else.” 

Your eyes met, keeping eye contact and smiling lightly at each other as his hands tightened slightly around yours. As confessions went, his was vague, but having known him for such a long time, you understood fully how he felt now, as you were sure he understood how you felt as well. 

xx End xx

Short but sweet, hope you like it~

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Succeeding - Sir Leon

Requested by @dovies666

Pairing: Sir Leon x Reader Word Count: 1,173 Synopsis: Reader is the twin sister of Merlin and comes to visit Camelot for the first time. She meets Leon and doesn’t realize the feelings that he begins to feel for her. Fluff! A/N: I used one of my favorite quotes from Emma because I’m obsessed and it fit!!

“Halt! Who goes there?” You immediately stopped in your tracks, ice filling your veins. This was your first trip to Camelot. You had no idea what to expect, but you never thought that you would be stopped for simply entering into the kingdom.

"Y/N," you said. The man in front of you stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, with unkempt hair. You thought his smile might be a beautiful thing to see, but he was showing you no hints of it now. "I'm here to visit my brother.”

"You’re Merlin’s sister?”

“You know him?” you asked, stepping forward with a smile.

“Yes, yes I know him,” he said, showing somewhat of a lazy smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m not entirely sure where I’m going. If I stepped out of bounds-”

“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, standing up straight. “There have just been some threats to the kingdom lately. Can never be too careful.”

“Too true,” you said. He smiled at you and you laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Leon, Sir Leon.”

“Well, Sir Leon, would it be okay if I moved on now? I know my brother is expecting me.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, shuffling to the side to give you ample space. “Sorry.”

“No worry. I hope to see you around.”

“You, too,” he said, leaning up against the fence with a smile.

“Thank you for coming here on such short notice,” Gaius said, taking your hand in his.

“Of course. Merlin made it sound very urgent.”

“I missed you, too,” he said, walking up behind you and kissing your forehead.

“Well, I missed you, too.”

“I hope you didn’t have any trouble getting here,” Gaius added halfheartedly as he moved up to his room.

“Oh, none. I was stopped by one of the knights, but he was very kind.”

“Percival?”

“No.”

“Gwaine?”

“No,” you said, laughing slightly. “Leon.”

“Really?” Merlin asked.

“Is that an uncommon thing?”

“No, but he is rather awkward, don’t you think?” he asked, looking up from his chest of supplies.

“I don’t know, he seemed normal to me. He was very kind, like I said.”

“Well, good, I want you to love Camelot as much as I do.”

The problem Merlin asked you to come help with wasn’t even a problem. He fixed it within a few hours of you being there, making you think that maybe he did invite you just because he missed you.

On your second day, while waiting for Merlin to come back from caring for Arthur, you ran into Leon again. He came in, looking for Merlin or Gaius, hoping that they could patch him up.

“Are you hurt badly?” you asked, immediately guiding him to sit down.

“No, it’s only a scratch,” he lied. Your laughter was filled with irritation, but you laughed just the same.

“What happened?” you asked, pulling away the torn fabric from his bicep.

“Just an accident in our training.”

“It looks like it hurts,” you said, looking up at him. Your eyes immediately met.

“I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure. You seem like an excellent knight.”

“Thank you. You seem like a wonderful person as well. Merlin is lucky to have you as a sister.”

“You wish I was your sister, too?” you asked. Leon blushed and shook his head, stuttering over what to say.

“No, no, of course not. I just meant-”

“I’m just teasing, I was just trying to distract you while I rubbed this salve into your wound. You should be fine,” you said, tying the knot around his arm.

“Thank you. I had no idea you were such an excellent healer.”

“My mother was one. I learned everything I know from her.” Leon smiled and opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could Merlin walked back into the room. 

“Leon. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, your sister was just fixing me up.”

“Are you alright?” Merlin asked, walking closer to look at his arm.

“Yes. Thanks to Y/N.” You nodded courteously and felt a slight blush rush to your cheeks.

“Well great. You probably need to get back to training, then?” Merlin asked. Leon nodded and excused himself.

Within the rest of the week of your visit to Camelot, you saw a lot of Leon. Of course, he and Merlin traveled in the same circles, but you got the sense that he genuinely valued your conversation and friendship. Gaius made a comment that maybe his intentions weren’t purely friendly, but you didn’t believe him.

The night before you had to leave, Merlin convinced Arthur to throw a small ball. It was only a party with the members of the house and their servants, but it would be nice to spend time with the people you had quickly grown close with.

Guinevere lent you one of her dresses, and when you walked into the hall, all eyes turned on you. One pair of eyes lingered longer than the rest, but you didn’t notice. 

The evening was spent eating, drinking and dancing. Nearing the end of the night, it was just you and a few of the knights. Arthur and Gwen went to bed an hour or so before, and Merlin and Gaius not long after them. The party was dwindling down, and you excused yourself, citing that you would need sleep for your long journey tomorrow.

“Might I walk you to your room?” Leon asked. 

“I’d like that.” He extended his arm, and you looked down at it in delighted surprise. The remaining knights cheered a little as you took it. Leon’s face darkened and you started to wonder if Gaius had been more correct than you thought.

“Thank you for making me feel so at home,” you said, looking up at him after you had left the hall. Leon had made sure to take the long way to your room, which meant walking across the many balconies lining the castle.

“Please, you’re very easy to get along with. It wasn’t my doing.”

“Well, your kindness is what made it so easy for me to be myself.” There was a pause, and Leon stopped walking. “Is everything alright?”

“Tell me, Y/N, truthfully. Have I no chance of ever succeeding?” Your voice caught in your throat. He was focusing on the grounds surrounding Camelot with his jaw set.

"My dear friend," you said, touching his forearm, “I never expected to hear this from you. Some even speculated it, but I never thought it-”

“I understand. You don’t have to say anything. Any embarrassment-”

“No, you misunderstand me. I never thought you to have these feelings for me, but now that I know you do, my heart is full. Leon, you have every chance of succeeding.” He smiled and turned your way. You held onto his hand and leaned up towards him. He closed the gap between the two of you with a sweet kiss. 

“You’ll be back soon, won’t you?” You nodded and leaned into his chest.

“Of course. Nothing could keep me away.”

[azaleaniath]

based on our last conversation, imagine leon lending you his cloak 'cause you’re always cold, and just having these cute moments where you’re cuddling in his cloak and it smells like him 🥹😭

There u go bestie 💜

I had so much fun writing this even tho I can't relate 😂😂 Also I think this is the first fanfiction i wrote that does not include much physical touch. I'm proud of myself and I earned this 😭🎖️

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Sir Leon x Reader

includes: fluff, cuddling, stealing clothes, swearing, comforting, freezing

word count: 1k

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The coldness felt like needles on your skin. From head to toe, you were shaking, not even feeling your fingers anymore. You walked through the halls of the castle, making halt at one of the torches to warm up your hands.

It was pitchblack outside since it was almost midnight. Your work had ended already and you were on the way to your room.

A few guards passed, as well as one of the knights.

It was Leon who walked across the floor, his eyes catching sight of you.

"You're still up at this hour?" he asked. His breath was visible in the air, veiling his face in the mist.

"I'm on my way to my room, I'm all done for today" you answered, still shivering. Luckily, it was hard to tell that you blushed at the encounter since your nose already had turned pink.

With furrowed eyebrows he watched your face closely. "God, your lips are blue already!"

You shrugged, rubbing the palm of your hands next to the flame of the torch. "It's freezing cold today."

The knight raised his hands to his throat, unbuckling his red cloak.

Quickly draping the fabric around your neck, he adjusted it over your shoulders. Once he closed the buckle again, you gave him a shy smile.

"Thank you, sir Leon. That wouldn't have been necessary, you'll probably need it yourself."

The man smiled back at you and shook his head, the curls of his hair bouncing with the movement.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take a hot bath now."

You lowered your hands from the flame and grabbed the fabric of his cloak gently.

"You can bring it back to me in the morning, I'll probably be in the armory."

With a nod, you looked up into his face. The sight of his reddened nose and cheeks made you giggle quietly. He looked pretty cute like that.

"I'll make sure to bring it back to you. Enjoy your bath, sir Leon."

The knight simply nodded as a goodbye and went on his way again, as did you, walking into the opposite direction.

It was impossible to hide the big smile on your face. Even if you were still cold, the interaction had made you feel better immediately.

Once you were in your room, you changed into your night dress, took your shoes off and cuddled into the thick blankets. But something was missing.

You had hung his cloak over the end of the bed, watching it closely. A few moments later you decided to reach out for it and drape the red linen cloak over your body, snuggling into it.

It wasn't some soft velvet, or even comfortable warm fur, but the scent of him still lingered on the fabric.

As you inhaled his scent, the wide smile showed up on your face again. It smelled a lot like iron and horse, but also like him in general. While you cuddled into the cloak more, gathering some of the fabric in front of your face you closed both eyes.

'It's just a cloak' you thought to yourself pathetically.

But no, it was more than that, to you at least. It was his cloak.

It was a real treasure.

As you woke up in thr morning, the first thing you noticed before even opening your eyes was the scent of Leon.

"That's how a good day starts, I could get used to this..." you mumbled grinning, deciding to stay like this for some more time. You buried your face deep in the linen cloak for a good while before starting your day.

Once you had dressed yourself, you folded Leon's cloak together. A clever idea appared in between your thoughts.

'What if I just keep it?'

And damn, did you make that choice quickly.

You opened a drawer of your cabinet, lifted one of your folded dresses and hid the cloak in between your own clothes.

Before heading off to the armory, you went to the knight's storage room, fetching a new cloak from there. They had plenty of them here.

"I hope he won't notice..." you mumbled before heading over to the armory. As promised, you found the knight in this room, alone.

"Good morning, sir." you greeted him and paced over to the tall man.

He greeted you with a smile.

"I brought you your cloak. Thank you for lending it to me."

He sat on a barrel, tightening his vambraces and pauldrons.

"Luckily it's a bit warmer today." he stated, looking up to you with a soft expression.

With both hands, you reached the cloak to him and he thankfully reached out for it.

"Is that all?" Leon asked, which you agreed to shortly.

You turned to leave, walking towards the door.

'Please don't let him notice...'

As soon as you left the room, his voice echoed through the hallway.

"(Y/N)?"

'Fuck.'

A sigh ecaped your lips before turning back, walking towards the armory again.

You peeked through the doorframe and saw him gesturing you to come closer. From his expression, you couldn't tell if he was mad or just serious.

A quiet "Yes?" was all you answered as you noticed the knight inspect his cloak closely.

As his eyes went up to find yours, a cold shower ran down your spine.

"... Why did you bring me a new cloak?"

Before you could answer, he added "Don't lie to me. I can see that this one hasn't been worn yet."

You gulped, turning your head away shyly. It didn't take long until your cheeks burned bright red. There were a hundred excuses you could've told him.

It ripped, it had to get stitched up in some place, it had been washed, the list in your head went on. Yet, you just stood there with a red face, unable to look him in the eyes.

Soon it clicked in his head, and his serious expression softened.

"(Y/N)?" as he realized, he almost felt bad for embarrassing you.

It took a while until you found the courage to meet his blue eyes. But instead of looking angry, he gifted you a gentle smile.

"You can keep it."

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

a Leon drabble taking place after a long day of work? with an exhausted s/o and just very wholesome and :)

I'm exhausted so that's. yeah. that's why.

Aww yeah, sure!

I imagine the reader is a teacher/tutor of sorts for this bc I came up with one joke that I really wanted to make lol

(Is it bad that I know exactly what episode this gif is from lmao)

“I could sleep for a year straight,” you announced, making a beeline for the bed the moment you walked into the chambers you and Leon shared.

You heard him laugh softly before he leaned over you to kiss your forehead. “Were they that bad?”

You opened your eyes to look up at him as he sat down beside you. “Picture having to look after ten mini-Gwaines, but worse.”

“That sounds horrible,” Leon muttered, staring off in the distance with a shudder. “One adult Gwaine is bad enough.”

“You have no idea,” you said. “Unless the citadel is under attack, don’t wake me up,” you added, curling on your side.

Leon carefully rearranged you on the bed so that your legs weren’t dangling over the edge. Then he tucked the blankets around you. “Not even for dinner?”

You opened one eye to glare at him. “Always wake me up for dinner.”

You barely heard him laugh before drifting off.

[banditnoo]

My Castle of Ships {2/2}

Summary | {Arthur never did forgive himself for Merlin’s death. He blamed himself every day, But that had been twenty five years ago. Arthur’s shoulders now had a terrible ache, an old battle wound, and his hair was slowly changing from a brilliant gold to a shimmery grey, growing long past the nape of his neck, but he could look over his balcony, to his ever-growing castle, and smile. He was going to fulfil his final promise to his best friend, his brother, consequences be damned. 

Tags | {Merthur, Magic Arthur AU, mind reader AU, major character death}

Word Count | {Approx. 5000}

{This is a direct continuation of My Castle of Ships Pt.1, and doesn’t make much sense if read as a stand alone story. Part 1 can be found on my masterlist. Happy Reading!}

~~~

Arthur didn't know how long he had sat on the forest floor when the knights found him, a broken man who refused to let go of the body. Gwaine had been the first to reach him, a sturdy hand on his shoulder dragging him back to reality.

"He can't be dead. I ordered it- I told him to stay with me."

The silence continued to be deafening, and Arthur couldn't stand it. He cried out as Leon and Gwaine took either of his arms, hoisting him up into a standing position, a sad mix between a plea and a sob. He looked around wildly, desperate to focus on anything except the body at his feet, the reminder that he had failed to protect the one person he promised he would never let anything happen too. He caught Gwaine's eyes, which were now blurred with tears as he took in the scene in front of him. The grip he had on Arthur's arm tightened, becoming painful, but neither spoke.

Percival wrapped his cape gently around Merlin's body and picked him up. Arthur half expected a snarky remark, but was met only with more silence. He couldn't bring himself to use his magic, he didn't trust himself not to break again if he heard what the knights were thinking. They began the long journey back to Camelot, made longer now by the empty space where a certain serving boy should have been standing.

~~~

That had been twenty five years ago. Arthur's shoulders now had a terrible ache, an old battle wound, and his hair was slowly changing from a brilliant gold to a shimmery grey, growing long past the nape of his neck, but he could look over his balcony, to his ever-growing castle, and smile. He never did forgive himself for Merlin's death, and he doubted that he ever would, but he was going to fulfil his final promise to his best friend, his brother.

He looked back into his chambers. It was one of the only parts of the castle that hadn't changed. His desk was stacked high with leather bound journals, his second-best kept secret. On those late nights, years ago, when he was listening to Merlin as he built a castle in his head, Arthur would write it down. He wanted to remember every detail of Merlin's castle of ships in hopes that one day, they could build it together. When those dreams came crashing down, he made a promise. A promise to build the castle in Merlin's memory.

The sound of knuckles colliding with the chamber doors pulled Arthur from his thoughts, looking up as it swung open. Gwaine leaned his weight on the door, his signature grin on his face as he freed his arms of the parchment he was carrying, sprawling plans over the large table.

The years had not been kind to Gwaine. His hair had long ago become a dark salt-and-pepper grey, and worry lines etched their way onto his face. He looked tired, but Arthur couldn't blame him. He knew Gwaine had never fully forgave him for what had happened to Merlin, it was all the knight could think about for years. It was something Arthur had struggled with for a long time. The fighting that Gwaine did with himself was hard for Arthur to ignore. It echoed through the castle on cold, dark nights and without Merlin's running thoughts as a distraction, he had no choice but to listen. But Gwaine had also made himself a promise, a promise to continue to protect the king that Merlin had loved so much. Once Arthur had shared his ideas to renovate the citadel and build a new castle in Merlin's memory, Gwaine promised to be apart of it no matter how long it took.

"Arthur! Godwin wants you to look over his plans for the grand hall. Detached from the rest of the castle?"

Arthur remembered the conversation like it was yesterday, and a small smile made it's way onto his face, "Yes, with a long, stone pathway leading to grand double doors. Merlin had told me once, the bumbling fool, that he wanted a ballroom, a gathering place of sorts in the castle."

Gwaine let out a short, but genuine laugh as he turned to leave, "come find me when you look over the building plans princess, we've got a castle to build."

~~~

Not long after Merlin's death, Arthur took it upon himself to visit a druid camp with only his most trusted knights, with the intention of making as much peace as he could. There, they were told the story of Emrys, and how Merlin was the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the Earth. They were told of the prophecy, that Emrys was to rise again, to protect Albion when it's need was greatest. Many stories were told, things that Arthur had never heard from Merlin.

It was during this meeting that a peace treaty of sorts was signed, ensuring that no danger would come to the druid people and allowing them to seek protection in Camelot's boarders. The treaty was something Arthur knew Merlin would have been proud of. When he arrived home from his successful endeavor, he had the first of many ships waiting for him, having been built while he was away, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind what he would call her.

~~~

Arthur gripped the ships wheel as he watched the crew of The Emrys, along with the knights handle the sails with a practiced ease. He pushed the memory of the druid visit from his head, instead focusing on the open water in front of him. It was a last minute expedition, one with no real destination. It had been a busy week in the castle, and Arthur knew how much the knights wanted to get out onto the open water and clear their heads a little bit. Most of the time these adventures took them nowhere but in circles, but he knew they enjoyed them nonetheless.

"Sire, I think we should turn back, head back to shore. There are storm clouds headed towards us, from the East."

"Leon, old pal, I think your eyes are failing you," Gwaine clapped the older knight on the shoulder as they looked up at Arthur on the helm of the boat. Licking one of his fingers, he raised his hand in the air, "the wind is blowing... blowing West. It's- Leon's right. We need to turn around."

Arthur took in the dark sky that stretched in front of them, turning his back to see Camelot as nothing but a speck on the horizon. The wind picked up, blowing the strands of hair that had fallen out of his short ponytail wildly around his head.

"How long until the storm is upon us?"

Leon looked to the side again, eyeing the black sky as clouds continued to roll towards them.

"It was clear when we left, it's moving fast. I would give us forty five minutes, at most."

"We are hours out, easily."

A deafening crack of thunder nearly cut Leon off. The sound made Arthur flinch.

"Mother nature has it out for us!" Gwaine tried to sound lighthearted, but Arthur could hear the panicked thoughts that ran through his head. They had never sailed through a storm like this.

"Lower the sails! The wind has changed, we will need to paddle back," Arthur walked quickly across the deck as he spoke. Lightning flashed in the near distance, and the thunder was followed by many panicked voices. What if?

What if?

What if?

What if?

It was all he could hear. The thoughts of the servants, they were all so scared. Many of them were just boys, barely seventeen. Even Elyan's steady yelling of "row" couldn't take his focus off of it.

What if the waves grow too high?

What if the mast is struck by lightning?

What if we don't make it?

A heavy raindrop landed on Arthur's face, causing him to look up. He stayed in his spot, turning in slow a circle to take in the sky around him as it swirled angerly with thick, black storm clouds. Another raindrop, on his left cheek, could have been mistaken for a tear if it wasn't for the hundreds that followed.

It started to pour. Fast and heavy raindrops hit the deck from every direction. Loose strands of hair stuck to Arthurs forehead, real tears threatening to spill as he was overwhelmed by terrifying thoughts again.

"We will make it, men. Keep rowing."

Arthur's words did little to ease anybody's worries, but he had to try. He made his way to the front of the ship, his path distorted by the heavy rain. Reaching the guard rail at the bow, he gripped the wood tightly, straining to see more than a few feet in front him, the rain creating a white wall around them.

A gentle 'click' caused Arthur to turn his head, unsure if he was hearing things over the heavy rain. Leon stood behind him, the lid of his brass compass flicked open. The narrow end of the needle pointed southeast. Arthur shifted slightly to peer down at the small compass face, still slightly fascinated by the technology.

"We are going in the right direction, Arthur. Have faith."

"You trust bits of brass to lead us home?"

"It's worked before. It will lead us home again, sire. I promise." Leon reached a hand out and clapped Arthur's shoulder, sending a rush of warmth up his cold arm. With a gentle shake, Leon went to move his arm back beside him. Another deafening crack of thunder made them both jolt and had Leon tightening his grip once again. Arthur looks around wildly, a startled look in his eyes as he scanned the sky again.

"Sir Leon?"

"Yes, sire?"

"I'm scared."

Leon looked at Arthur, not quite catching his eye as he continued to look at the sky, blinking rapidly to rid his eyes of any raindrops. He looked young, in this moment. Young and scared. Leon knew he wasn't as young as he used to be, none of them were, but he forgot all of that for a moment. For a moment, they were all twenty five years younger, walking quietly and slowly through a forest with one less man among them. The same fear that was in Arthur's eyes that day was in his eyes now. Another clap of thunder that almost made Leon's ears ring echoed around them.

"We will make it Arthur."

We will

We have to

A chill that shook Arthur to the bone brought his attention to the wind. The wet tunic that stuck to his back made the wind bite at his shoulders. It made each raindrop that hit him feel like a knife.

"My Lord! Sire!"

Arthur turned around, making out the shape of one of the serving boys through the thick rain, his dull red tunic being the only thing keeping him visible. The slippery wood of the deck did him no favors as he continued to run. Stumbling over his feet, he struggled to stay upright.

"My Lord! The waves. From the East. Giant. Big. Waves." The boy, Darwyn, struggled to catch his breath, speaking fast, "Sir Percival and Sir Gwaine, they sent me to find you. Can't see. Can't see through the rain."

"Take a breath for me, will you?"

Leaning forward with his hands on his knees, Darwyn tried to catch his breath, speaking more slowly, "Big waves, from the East. Sir Percival called for you and Sir Leon. With the wind picking up the waters are getting more rough. They need to know how far we are from land."

Arthur and Leon could hardly keep up with the pace of the boy as they followed him to the stern of the ship and down the stairs.

It was damp and dimly lit under the deck, filled with map covered tables.  Percival stood over the largest table while Gwaine paced. Another stream of what if's greeted Arthur at the bottom of the steps.

"Arthur, this is not good. I can't begin to describe how not good this is. It's... really not good"

"Gwaine, calm down. We'll make a plan. We will be fine. Do we know what progress we're making?"

"We haven't been rowing very long, it will be hard to say how far away we still are. They are trying their best, but Elyan can't see five feet in front of him with this rain. We are rowing with the wind, that gives us an advantage."

"And these waves? Darwyn came to us in a panic. We have seen no reason to worry as of yet, have we?"

"This is the perfect weather for it, is it not? It is just a matter of when."

~~~

Flipping the small compass closed with a sigh, Leon strained to see past the rain.

"We're still on course. I would say we are still just under three hours out, if I had to guess."

A violent shiver went down Arthur spine as he stood next to Leon, both soaked to the bone. It had been raining hard for well over an hour. His tunic was long since soaked through, having ditched his jacket, and tuffs of hair stuck impossibly close to his forehead.

The boat gave a violent jerk, causing Arthur to grip tightly onto the wooden rail in front of him. Water splashed over the deck and around his feet, the waves stopping mere centimeters from the slippery boards before sinking back down into the rough, murky waters.

"The wind is finally catching up to us."

"We'll be in trouble when it does."

~~~

The minutes ticked on and the waves only grew higher. Centimeters from the deck turned in to centimeters over the deck. Deck hands were scurrying around with corn brooms, trying desperately to keep the water on the deck to a minimum. Another change in the wind had allowed for the sails to be drawn again, with much protest from Leon.

Arthur steadied his hands on the wheel as the boat jerked again, water pouring over one side of the deck and off the other. The rain was still heavy, but it had cleared up just enough for Arthur to see further into the horizons, and see just how choppy the water was becoming. The clouds had made it as dark as night, the lightning lighting most of the way. They were getting closer, he had reassured the group a thousand times. He didn't mention that they were still far from shore, far enough away that they couldn't be seen, that help wouldn't know where to look for them. He wouldn't mention that if the wind got any stronger, the waves would grow big enough to capsize the ship.

He knew that the knights knew, that they grew more worried with every rock of the boat.

What if?

What if

What if

What if

Another clap of thunder made Arthur's grip grow even tighter around the wheel, knuckles turning white with the force. A chain of lightning danced across the sky, illuminating the space just enough for Arthur to notice the steady shake in his hands despite his tight grip. The thunder followed soon after, shaking Arthur to his core.

The wind continued to lash across his face and bite at him through his wet clothes. He would never admit it, but he was cold. A bone-chilling, wet type of cold. He could see the warm light that the lanterns gave off below the deck, filtering softly up the stair well just below him. Knights and servants continued to hurry around, manning the sails, sweeping away water and trying desperately to stay warm around the small lanterns below deck.

A gentle hand of his shoulder made him jump, turning to see Percival's kind face beside him.

"You should go below deck for a moment, sire. Warm up a little bit. I can take over here."

"Thank you, Sir Percival. I... thank you."

Moving slowly, muscles stiff from the cold, Arthur made his way to the stairs. Servants moved quickly around him, up and down the stairwell, trying to busy themselves to get their mind off the storm.

Arthur felt himself warm up almost immediately once he reached the bottom of the steps, the small cabin soaked in the warm, orange glow of the lanterns. It was an instant mood shift, the sound of the steady rain almost comforting as it was muffled by the thick walls.

The warmth made his fingers tingle as he made his way to the large table, flexing and bending them as their feeling slowly came back. He took a seat, sitting opposite Gwaine as he looked over the several maps that were strewn about.

"Captain! Lovely weather we're having."

"Captain? That's new."

"Would you prefer princess? Or maybe, dare I say, clot pole?"

"The one person who could call me that and keep his head is not here, my friend." Arthur tried to sound serious, but couldn't help the small smile that found its way onto his face. The short moment of happiness was a welcome distraction as Arthur rested his head on his arms, the exhausting hours in the rain catching up to him.

"He would have loved this, you know. He'd be proud of you Arthur. Gods, I wish he was here to see it. The castle, the ships. Hell, he'd be having the time of his life right now. Racing against a storm in the middle of the ocean? He'd be in his element."

A boom of thunder echoed through the small cabin, as if agreeing with Gwaine's statement. The sound sending vibrations up Arthur's arm and making him flinch.

"Scared of a bit of thunder?"

"Was that a threat? That's treason."

"That wasn't treason. This is treason."

Before Gwaine could make his way across the table, Arthur was on his feet. They struggled to stay upright against the swaying of the boat, laughing like children as they circled each other.

Arthur felt young again. For a moment, he was able to forget about the storm raging around them.

"Is it really treason if you can't catch me?"

"I can take you anytime, old man."

"Arthur!"

The moment was interrupted by a frantic Leon. The carefree atmosphere dropped instantly as his frantic eyes caught Arthurs calm ones.

"Leon?"

Without another word, Leon was rushing up the stairs again, beckoning Arthur and Gwaine to follow.

"Leon? What..."

Freezing at the top of the stairs, Arthur could do nothing but stare as Gwaine ran into his back roughly, a string of curses falling from his mouth before he looked up. It felt as though the air was stolen form his lungs as he looked forward in horror.

"There's your waves."

Arthur stood for several moments, trying to take in the scene in front of him. A massive wave was barreling towards them, easily twice the height of their ship. He was suddenly hyperaware of everything. Each rain drop that landed on him was another needle in his skin. The sound of the restless ocean roared in his ears, the sound so loud it was almost painful. Gwaine's light touch on his back felt heavy, the pressure grounding him. There was a few more seconds of silence, it was almost peaceful.

The thoughts were quite. There was no more what if, just stunned silence. Watching as the wave crashed back into the ocean, it sent a ripple that rocked the boat with an unmatched strength. He did nothing but stare as another colossal wave took it's place.

Arthur moved quickly once he got ahold of his bearings, clearing the deck in record time as he pulled violently on that ropes attached to the sails as a desperate attempt to string them back up.

"Below deck! Get below deck!"

The rain had made the ropes slippery, causing Arthur to waste precious time trying to catch the wind in the sails.

Once the sails were secure and they were sailing in the same direction as the waves,  Arthur started making his way back toward the stairwell. Grabbing the tunic collars of some of the servants that were still frozen and staring, he began herding them like sheep.

"Everyone below the deck now! And for the love of the gods, grab onto something sturdy."

The rain continued to fall in Arthurs eyes, blurring his vision. He wiped his eyes furiously with the back of his shaking hands. Loosing his footing on the slick floorboards, a rough jerk sent him spiraling downwards. The cool wood felt nice again his hot cheeks, despite the rest of him still shivering.

Rolling onto his back, he allowed himself to lay there for a moment. With a shaky breath, he pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and sat up. Chaos swirled around him, people were running in every direction as panicked voices yelled at each other.

"Let's get up, big man."

Arthur looked up to see Gwaine's extended arm reaching a hand towards him. With a tug, Arthur was on his feet again, though the swaying of the boat threatened to bring them both to their knees.

"You need to get below deck, Gwaine. It is not safe up here."

"Is it much safer under there? I'm not leaving you up here Arthur, it's certain death."

"The winds are too unpredictable, someone has to control the sails."

"That someone is not the king!"

"I am the captain of this ship! I will not put my crew in danger, they are just boys!"

"I am not going to let you get yourself killed out here, Arthur."

"That is not your decision to make."

"I made a promise, and you of all people should know that!"

"I made promises too, Gwaine."

"I will not let you stay out here. Not by yourself."

"I cannot let you put yourself in danger like that."

"I signed up for this, did I not?"

Another violent jerk of the boat cut Arthur off before he could speak again. The mast groaned, rotating with the change in the wind. The change of direction caused the ship to rock as it twisted in the water, coming close to knocking Arthur off his feet again. Water sloshed at their feet as smaller waves crawled over the sides of the boat.

"We need to turn her around. When- if the wave hits us at this angle, we'll surely go down."

"We need the others, Arthur. How you think you could do this on your own, I don't know."

Running an anxious hand over his hair, his fingers brushed over the piece of cloth that was holding it out of his face. The fabric felt heavy under his fingers as he tugged lightly at it.

"Under the condition that you will all return to the safety of the cabin once we get this thing turned around. That's an order."

Gwaine was gone before Arthur could finish his sentence, scurrying across the deck and disappearing under the stairs. Emerging a few seconds later with the knights and a few servants in tow, they tried desperately to turn the ship around as fast as possible.

Arthur turned the wheel with all his strength, using his body weight to try to push it against the wind. Percival, Elyan, and two other servants were pulling ropes in all directions, trying to catch the wind at the right angle. Gwaine and Leon stood on either end of the ship, yelling directions and keeping tabs on the waves and the direction of the wind.

"Arthur! We're out of time!"

The roar of another towering wave filled his ears, blocking out Gwaine's footsteps as he ran towards Arthur. Grabbing desperately at his arm, they made their way to the stairwell on the other side of the ship.

"Below the deck! Now! If we have a chance at survival, it's under there."

Arthur said the last part more quietly, and it caused Gwaine's grip on his arm to tighten as they started running faster toward the stairs.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, Arthur did a headcount as everyone passed him. Only counting five, he squinted his eyes to try to see through the rain. He almost looked past what looked like a shadow, until the dull blue silhouette began to move.

The servant continued to slip as he tried to get up, his blue tunic getting caught in the rough floorboards while he moved. Arthur made his way over as fast as he could without slipping, stumbling as he came to a stop in front of the boy. The seconds felt like hours as Arthur grabbed him under the arms and hauled him to his feet, pushing him towards the stairs.

"We need to go!"

Arthur dared one more look behind him, the roaring in his ears getting louder. The sound of Gwaine's desperate shouts where the last thing he heard before he was knocked off his feet.

~~~

The silence was cold, but it was welcoming. Arthur felt weightless, and he let a sense of calmness fill him before he tried to move. Raising an arm to rub his eyes, it felt like he was floating in thick jelly. The calm was gone in an instant when Arthur realized where he was. His eyes stung when they shot open, the salty water offering nothing but darkness. He felt weighed down by his clothes as he began to thrash around. He couldn't tell which way was up, and his arms grew tired quickly under the weight of the water around him. Panic began to take over, and his throat felt tight as he tried to scream. The air escaping his lungs danced across his face and over his head, leaving his chest empty and aching.

The silence that followed was deafening, loosing it's comforting touch. His lungs burned, begging for air as he tried to think straight. His mind was starting to get foggy, and he allowed  his eyes to flutter closed. His arms floated gently at his sides, trying to ground himself with the tingle in his fingers as he accepted his fate. He let his mind wander one last time. His emotions hit him like a freight train. He was angry, he was sad. He was... relieved? The pressure in his lungs was making it hard to think about anything, but he knew what he was feeling was relief.

Why am I here? Why am I doing this? I'm doing this for a dream, our dream, his dream.

Arthur tried to picture Merlin in his mind, but it had been so long. For the first time in twenty five year, he realized he couldn't remember what Merlin looked like, and it hurt him more than the pressure of the sea ever could.  He could feel the tears in his eyes mingle with the water around him. He thought about how cold he was, but it didn't compare to the cold he felt on that bitter night, so many years ago.

He opened his eyes again, relishing in the salty burn he was greeted with. He couldn't remember what he looked like, but he could remember the way his closest friend, his brother, had died in his arms.

I'll see you soon, old friend.

Arthur inhaled, letting the freezing water fill his lungs. The ringing in his ears began to fade as he was once again, greeted with silence.

~~~

A gentle swaying woke Arthur. He didn't dare move a muscle, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was the cold, dark silence, and the gentle but firm arms around him that he was sure were nothing more than his imagination. The arms of death, he had thought. But from where he lay, he didn't feel dead. He felt alive, and warm. His hearing was the last thing to come back to him, the rhythmic sounds of water lightly lapping at the sides of a boat, and a voice. A voice he would have recognized anywhere, even after all this time, quietly recalling to him the story of a legendary king and his fleet of ships, to a tune he had hummed himself thousands of times.

Opening his eyes slightly, Arthur could see over the sides of the small row boat. He was greeted with a landscape that he hadn't been able to face in years. The unmistakable hills that rested on the Lake of Avalon stood, unchanged by the years. Movement caught Arthur's eye, and he turned his head to see Merlin with a wooden paddle in his hand, and a sad smile on his face.

"Merlin?"

"Arthur."

Arthur took Merlin's shoulders and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to make sure he was really there.

Finally letting go, Arthur pulled back to look at him, trying to commit every detail to memory so he would never forget again.

"Am I dead?"

"You are."

"What about the others? The knights? The serving boy?"

"They're all alive. They made it back after the storm cleared. You saved that boys life, Arthur."

"Are they okay?"

"They will be."

Tears started to make their way down Arthur's face. Whether they were tears of sadness, he wasn't sure. He looked at Merlin again, guilt flooding into him.

"It wasn't your fault, Arthur. You know that."

"I had forgotten what you looked like. That broke my heart more than anything."

"I look the same as the day I left. One of the perks of the afterlife, I suppose. I can't say the same for you."

Merlin reached up and took a strand of Arthur's hair between his fingers, twirling it so the silver glistened in the sun. A mischievous grin appeared on Merlin's face, a sight Arthur didn't realize he missed until he saw it.

"You know, it's a shame you got old."

"It's a shame you didn't."

The sad smile returned to Merlin's face as he studied Arthur, the years writing themselves along the lines by his eyes.

"Let's get going shall we?" Merlin picked up the paddle again, on a steady path to the center of the lake, "I've got a lifetime of stories to hear, now don't I."

Arthur let out a small hum, smiling as they continued. He began to collect his thoughts, the grand stories he would have to tell. The lake was peaceful and quiet. And for the first time in his life, the silence didn't scare him.