Since this deals with the last episode in season 3...I suppose I should say this. POTENTIAL SPOILERS. I don't know how but at least the bold got your attention!
Now that I have it here's a bit about this fic. It's short. It's meant to be short. It's an idea I got while watching The Coming of Arthur Parts 1 & 2.
They'd make a cute couple.
"You're the bravest of us all, and he doesn't even know it…"
The fire lit up his younger face, dancing in the blues of his eyes as the newly knight Sir Lancelot gazed at him. Such light…such life danced in his eyes, and fear lingered in the pit of his stomach that tomorrow he'd see the light leave the boy's eyes…
His fingers reached out and touched his cheek, and as he watched, Merlin tilted his cheek into the touch, the soft caress. Could it be that they had felt the same? The longing, the need and desperation to see one another? Could Merlin feel the same as he did?
"You're brave…you're kind…and you're loyal to those you care about…You are everything I hope to be…and I know I can be when I am by your side…"
The words sounded so much louder in the silence of the room, and Lancelot prayed that none of the others were awake to hear such things that fell from his lips. The feelings that he had felt for Guinevere had faded to nothing but a past memory, and the true love that resided within him had reared its head. It was Merlin. It always had been from the moment they had met…
They were closer, Merlin a mere centimeters away from him. Merlin had his eyes closed, and Lancelot could feel his warm breath on his skin. Their foreheads touched, and Lancelot couldn't pry his eyes from his face. "I know you Merlin…better than any of them will ever know you…If you'll have me Merlin…I'll be your champion…I'll protect you, I will love you…till the day I die. If I should die tomorrow, so long as I know that you understand my words…my feelings…then I'll die a happy man…" He closed the gap letting their lips brush together in a soft brief kiss. "Merlin I love you…"
"And I you…" Those words sent Lancelot's heart into a flutter. Not in a million years had he expected to hear those words come from the boy in his arms, but they had.
Their lips met again in another soft kiss. "You should rest Merlin…you'll need your strength for tomorrow…"
"My knight will be there…" The whispered words brought a small smile to Lancelot's lips and he kissed the top of Merlin's head, and held him through the night. What the following day would bring, only the gods of old would know that, but Lancelot didn't care…he had something, someone worth fighting for there in his arms and he wasn't about to let anything change that.
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