Merlin x Reader

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Merlin has to jog to keep up with your steady pace. Even with an injured leg, you are still determined to walk just fine.

Faces pass with worried and confused looks at the stubbornness of you. As a Lady of the King’s Ward, you aren’t known for your strength.

“What are you doing, Merlin,” you huff, pushing through the pain searing through your lower half. You hadn’t wanted to servant boy to follow you just because he knows you’re weak and need help. 

Merlin shrugs, keeping in step at your side. 

“Keeping you alive, I suppose,” he mutters, loud enough so that you are the only one who can hear it.

You sigh, upset that you have to rely on someone else for something so important. Independence was always your forte and it had helped you get through rough times as a child.

The rest of your time heading to find Uther is spent in silence. You think back to the attitude you’d expressed with Merlin and regret it. Of course you hadn’t meant to offend him, but you couldn’t help feeling powerless in the situation.

You approach one of the soldiers stationed in the courtyard with a friendly smile.

“Do you know where I can find Uther? He wanted to see me immediately.”

The guard, you recognize to be a new trainee, nods, “He’s in a meeting with Prince Arthur in the hall.”

You quickly thank the man before heading toward your destination. As you step into the confines of the castle, you hiss at a jolt of pain shooting through your calf.

You groan, catching yourself on the stone wall beside you. Your leg threatens to give out beneath you and your face contorts in pain.

Merlin is holding you up as soon as he sees you begin to stumble. His hands grab carefully onto your waist and he searches your eyes to check your well-being.

“Merlin, I’m fine,” you whisper, glancing away and refusing to make eye contact with him again. You don’t want him to see your weaknesses.

You pull out of the boy’s grasp just in time to see Uther and Arthur turning the corner. The two men see you and start walking as quick as they can to meet you in the middle.

Uther’s arms wrap around you in a tight embrace and you gratefully return the affection. His head rests on your shoulder, a joyful expression on his and Arthur’s faces.

“How are you fairing?” Arthur interjects, motioning toward the bandages surrounding the wound.

You slowly release Uther from your arms and purse your lips together. 

“Very well. Actually,” you peer back at the servant boy who’d since approached the three of you, “Merlin here has been a huge help, what with Gaius being busy all day. Sorry, Arthur, I didn’t mean to steal your servant.”

You chuckle at the sour expression on Arthur’s face until it softens. The prince and yourself had a dynamic like that of siblings. You loved teasing him and him, you.

“I’m sure we can find someone else to do Merlin’s job for a few days whilst he is aiding Y/n, right, father?” 

Uther’s eyes narrow and his forehead scrunches up in concentration.

“Of course. Merlin, you are to return to your duties with Arthur as soon as Y/n has recovered.”

Merlin nods, “Yes, my lord.”

Uther’s attention turns to you and he smiles. You hardly ever see the man happy or show signs of it, but it’s a welcoming change.

“Let me know if there is anything you need while you’re with Gaius,” the king takes your hand in his, looking for reassurance that you won’t suffer on your own. He knows you better than anyone ever has. 

You force yourself to bob your head up and down, though you know that you’re in good hands.

“I will, thank you.”

Uther pauses to catch you in a lie but doesn’t find one. He nods toward you and gestures for Arthur to follow him down the corridor.

The prince trails behind his father but not without sending a small glare at Merlin which you also witness. Both you and Merlin place it on Arthur’s unhappiness of not having Merlin around. Even though the prince would never admit it, he saw his manservant as a close friend, and not having him around was dull. 

“Let’s get back, then,” you interject the short-lived silence, trudging out the way you had just come.

You feel Merlin’s presence and the overwhelming tension that goes along with it. He is most definitely confused as to your sudden change of emotion, though it has nothing to do with him. 

It is your own internal dialogue that keeps you from initiating a conversation with him. You’re too scared of showing a weakness, though he had already seen you at such low points. You’re afraid of him having a change of heart, that now, suddenly, you’re too much of a challenge to have a relationship with (though with Uther as king, that option wasn’t open to start with).

“I’m sorry.”

The words startle you out of your own thoughts and you tilt your head to face the boy.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for. My hostility was was not targeted at you. I’m… I’m just frustrated with all of this.”

You don’t expect the sorcerer to understand your predicament at all but with the look he’s giving you, it seems he does to a degree.

“C’mon,” he says softly, leading you back into the comfort of the home you’d been staying in. The immediate warmth of the place hits you, sending a small smile to your face. Gaius seems to have gone off somewhere, leaving you and Merlin on your own.

The door closes and you’re instantly wrapped in a pair of arms from behind. You bite out a short laugh, leaning back into Merlin’s body. His lips are pressed to the top of your ear; you can feel his deep breaths against your skin.

“Asking for help is not a weakness, Y/n,” Merlin whispers.

You shudder at the sound of your name falling from his mouth. He had never obeyed your requests to be called anything other than ‘my lady’ until now. In this moment, you’re so intoxicated with the scent and surroundings of him that you’ll listen to any word he speaks.

“You’re my weakness,” you retort with a smirk, reaching a hand up to cup his face and bring his lips to meet yours. You tilt your head back to fully kiss him, taking all the pleasure you can from the thought of him.

Merlin’s hands drop to your waist, his mouth quirking upwards as your body responds happily.

“Eh hem,” a male voice clears their throat and you jump away from Merlin as fast as you can.

Your eyes dart to the newcomer who had intruded on you and the sorcerer in a compromising position.

“Arthur, please do not tell Uther.”

Arthur’s eyebrows raise as if to challenge your request and you and Merlin stare wide-eyed, waiting for the prince’s response.

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Merlin x Reader

A/N: This part is mostly in Merlin’s POV, but still kinda in third person? I dunno, bro… ALSO, let me know if you would like to be tagged! Part 4 is written, and Part 5 is in the works, so I will tag anybody who’s interested!

Word Count: 1.1k+ words

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

Merlin sat on a chair outside his bedroom, eagerly awaiting the return of his mentor. If anyone knew what was wrong with Y/n, it’d be Gaius.

The boy’s head falls back against the wood surface of the chair with a thud.

He just wants to help you. Is that too much to ask the universe for?

A small creaking sound perks Merlin right out of his seat. His eyes fall upon Gaius who’s hardly acknowledged his apprentice’s anxiousness.

“Gaius, I need your help. Y/n’s wound started to hurt when we were walking and she passed out.”

Gaius quickly looks up with a slightly panicked expression.

“Where is she?”

Merlin nods toward his chambers, relieving the old man of his worry.

“She’s resting right now. I had to heal her with magic, it was that bad.”

Gaius purses his lips together in deep concentration. He isn’t sure if he’s ever had a patient experience tremendous amounts of pain like that after a werewolf attack, even in Y/n’s circumstances.

The physician furrows his brows and sighs, taking a look at his apprentice.

“I believe that, given time, the wound will repair itself. There will be moments where, due to the werewolf’s venom, it may cause great agony, but it will not kill her. I suggest you stay near her so you can relieve some of the pain with your magic.”

“She won’t lose her leg, will she? I mean, she’s already been through so much and-“

Gaius quickly cuts off Merlin’s rant with a firm answer.

“I don’t think we will have to resort to anything of the sort, thankfully.”

The boy exhales out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. He cares about you more than he thought was possible. Seeing you in such pain and strife makes his head reel and his heart ache. All he wishes for is your well-being.

“Thank you, Gaius,” Merlin replies with a soft voice.

Gaius merely tilts his head and gives a small smile. Love would always be a force stronger than any type of magic.

“Keep an eye on her. I will inform Uther of her condition. She will be staying fully under your watch until she has recovered,” the old man announces, trudging out the door and to the castle.

Merlin can almost cry from pure relief at this point. He knows you’ll be alright once you’ve had time to rest and heal.

His hand mindlessly reaches for the door handle, and before he knows it, the boy is poking his head through the door.

Your eyes are tightly closed, almost as if you’re having a bad dream. You thrash to the side, whimpering and unknowingly reaching for your injured leg.

Merlin is quick to be by your side, placing his hand ever so gently on the top of your forehead.

“Ith de me cah tisté,” he whispers, sending a healing spell coursing through your body.

Your face instantly relaxes and your erratic movements stop. You start breathing softly again, your chest falling up and down at a slow pace.

Merlin draws his hand away, sighing.

It is going to be a painful process, but you will get better. He will see to that promise till the very end.

–

“She is resting right now, sire, I suggest coming back when she is up.”

“Perhaps you’re right, Gaius. Do send for me when she is. I wish to see how she fairs.”

You frown, waking up to the sounds of two familiar male voices coming from the main room. The first one being Gaius and the second you assume to be Uther.

You restrain yourself from jumping out of the bed and rushing to see the king. You’d missed him in the time you’d been here but you figure it better to see him later.

Upon a glance out the window, it seems to be early morning. Had you really slept almost a whole day?

Your second task at hand is to check the progress of the wound. You tug the blankets off of your lower half to find clean bandages.

“Hm,” you hum, happy to see it’s not bleeding as much.

A light creaking comes from the other room which you recognize to be the front door. It must have been Uther leaving, you assume.

It takes a bit to muster enough energy to get up, but you’ve done it after a few frustrating attempts. You’re scared to anger the cut any further, walking on it with every kind of caution.

You slowly push the door open, peeking through to see who’s in the cottage. Even trying to be quiet, Merlin and Gaius look up from where they’re at.

You wave shyly, stepping out into the open room. 

The physician acknowledges your state with a grim smile to greet you. It was never like Gaius to hide his emotions when something went awry. As a doctor, he was used to breaking bad news to patients.

 “I shall tell Uther you are-“

You cut the old man off with a small and quiet voice, afraid to insult him, “No, please, I need some answers before I talk to him.”

Gaius nods, interlocking his fingers together in a formal manner.

“What would you like to know, my lady?”

Your lips form a thin line as you begin to speak your question.

“Is it normal for this to happen? The pain? I’m assuming,” you peer over at Merlin, “That he’s told you of what happened.”

Gaius’ eyes bore into yours, something you’ve gotten accustomed to when being around the man. He prefers to scope people’s thoughts out by observing their tells before making an interaction.

“I believe it so. Don’t worry, I will have Merlin at your side until you are well enough. His magic can rid you of most of it.”

You feel the gravity of the situation hitting you full force. You’d gotten injured, kissed Merlin and been in extreme agony in the past couple days. The spectrum of your emotions as of now are swaying quite precariously.

You wring your hands together, processing the events fully while you speak.

“I will go see Uther now,” you inform them, holding your head high and bringing yourself to start for the door. Upon pushing it open and heading into the bright sunshine, you pause for a split second. It takes that time to reassure yourself that you will be fine long enough to see the king, and you begin your trek to the castle.

Inside of Gaius’ and Merlin’s home, the old man chuckles the smallest bit.

“Please go follow her in case anything goes wrong,” Gaius sighs, shaking his head in utter disbelief. You always had been such a stubborn girl.

Merlin nods quickly, rushing out to be your guardian angel if it is needed.

–

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Your Saviour (2)

Merlin x Reader

(Part 1)

Word Count: 1k+ words

“Oh, come now. I’m terribly bored of simply sitting in here all day,” you whine, swinging your legs off the edge of the table you’re sat on.

Merlin rolls his eyes, feigning a hurt look.

“Not bored of me, I hope!”

You chuckle lightly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the sorcerer’s lips. His mouth upturns into the smallest smile as you pull away.

“I’m afraid I’ll never get bored of you, Merlin. Why don’t we go outside?”

Merlin sighs, knowing he’s lost the battle to keep you safe inside where he can watch… your injury, of course, nothing more.

“Alright, but you can’t be walking all that much. Gaius never explained the side effects of something caused by a werewolf.”

You jump up off the table excitedly, wincing as you land on your injured leg. Merlin makes a move to hold you in case you stumble but you wave him off.

“I’m fine. You worry too much. Now, come along!” You rush outside as quickly as you can without further aggravating the wound. 

Merlin huffs, eagerly following you out the door. He darts his head from side to side, looking for you amongst the many citizens of Camelot making their ways down the street. Upon not seeing you, Merlin immediately begins to worry about where you’d run off to. He is supposed to be looking after you, for Christ’s sake!

You peek around the corner of the cottage, forcing down a snicker from the look on Merlin’s face. Seeing as though you think the boy has had enough torture, you reach for his arm and tug him backwards.

The sorcerer quickly spins around with a manic look taking over his features. Upon seeing the person is you, he groans. 

“Y/n, you can’t run off like that,” Merlin hisses, taking a glance from side to side, “And if anyone saw us together Uther would know of our intentions in a heartbeat.”

You tisked the boy quietly, “What, are you scared of him?” 

Merlin’s piercing blue eyes float up to meet yours. There’s a hint of sadness and longing that presents itself to you.

“I’m scared of not being able to see you. I can deal with Uther, but he will make sure we don’t see each other. I cannot risk that.”

You search his face a moment longer before silently agreeing.

“Let’s go back inside, then. I wish to be in a place where I may openly express my feelings.”

You try to hide the way your lips form into a half-smirk but utterly fail. Judging by looking at Merlin, you can tell he is doing the same. 

You attempt to walk toward the hut but a sharp pain resides in your leg. The suddenness of it has you stumbling to the ground, hitting your knees on the soft dirt. 

“Merlin,” you choke out, grabbing up for something to hold onto. The pain rapidly turns into an unbearable wave of fire until you feel a hand grasp yours.

“Pu fornimest adl fram guman,” you hear Merlin murmur, tightening his grip on your palm. 

The sorcerer’s eyes flash a dark golden glow which you’ve known to be his magic. The pain fades into a sufferable level that you can manage and you collapse back against Merlin’s chest. Black speckles dot your vision as you hear his voice repeating your name.

“M-Merlin…” You breathe softly, unconsciousness doing its best to tug you away from reality. The last thing you see enter your vision are the groups of people hussling down the road and then your mind slips into darkness.

–

Your head is pounding and your leg is numb.

You can’t remember much of how you’d gotten here or what had happened before then, but it hardly puts you off.

You jerk upward off of the surface you’d been laying on, desperate to check the progress of the wound. Upon looking downwards, you see nothing. Your whole calf is missing. Everything below the knee, completely gone.

You shake violently from the tears that pour out of your eyes like a waterfall. Your mumbled cries deafen even yourself, though it can be assumed that the whole kingdom can hear you. 

“Y/n!” 

You hear your name as if it’s being called through a thick fog. Glancing around, you find no one; you are all by yourself.

“Y/n!”

Who could be yelling your name-

You gasp awake, shivering and sweating profusely. This time, in reality, you snap your neck up so hard it hurts and you check your leg. 

It’s there, the whole thing is there. A bandage is wrapped around your wound, freshly changed and clean. You breathe out a deep sigh of relief and fear.

“Are you okay? You were moving a lot in your sleep and screaming.”

You turn toward the sound of the voice, pleased to see Merlin right beside you. The dream had knocked the wind out of you and scared you beyond anything you’ve ever seen.

“I… had a nightmare,” you purse your lips together firmly, biting down on the bottom one hard.

Merlin scoots a chair over to the left of you and sits himself down on it.

“If you want to talk about it, I’m here. I get them sometimes.”

You nod, raking a hand through the locks of your hair to push it back. 

“I-I woke up and my leg was gone,” you mumble, gripping tightly onto the bed sheets beneath your body. Just now had you realized that you are once again in the servant boy’s chambers.

Merlin gently reaches for one of your hands and his thumb rubs slow circles on your palm. 

“It’s okay. I will do everything in my power to make sure you are always safe, I promise you that,” he smiles thoughtfully.

You lean forward and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. Your right hand holds onto his cheek as you press your forehead to his.

“Thank you so much, Merlin. I will do whatever it takes to repay these kindnesses.”

The boy carefully pulls away, placing your hands back onto your lap. 

“You can start by getting some rest. I think the wound needs time to heal on its own.”

Unfortunately, you can’t argue with that. You’re beyond exhausted after passing out and can’t wait to sleep. The edges of your vision cave in as the beginnings of sleep overcome you.