Hi guys. Ok, so after watching whole 5 season of Merlin in one day, I decided to write ff about Merlin/Mordred ship. I KNOW, I AM INSANE, BUT I LOVE THEM. Here you go prologue.
Prologue
It was almost nightfall when Arthur stopped and looked at his people. Gwaine looked like he was about to faint cause he didn't eat something for few hours, Leon was breathing harshly and Merlin… Well, Merlin was Merlin. And he looked like an idiot, gasping all the time. The only man who was not complaining for all their way was Mordred. Although his dark hair was sticking to his forehead because of sweat and a part of his armor was broken, he didn't say anything. Arthur appreciated that cause he wasn't reducing morals and that was a good thing.
"We need to get some sleep. Merlin, get some wood, we need a fire."
A young warlock who just fell to the ground and leaned back the tree, looked at his king with disbelief.
"Can't you just give me five seconds of rest?"
Arthur nodded slowly and said
"Here you go, your five seconds just passed. Wood. Now."
Merlin got to his feet, cursing under his breath and going toward himself. He looked at the ground and started collecting some umbrage lying under his feet. In the same time, he heard a noise behind. He turned immediately and his gaze met Mordred.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Merlin nodded slowly, not believing him. Right, and your destiny is not to kill Arthur Pendragon.
"What are you doing here?" asked warlock, backing to his wood.
"I'm helping you."
Merlin looked with disbelief at a knight who was really grabbing some branches. Well, he never thought that he'll live to see the day when one of the knight of Camelot will help him with wood. But he knew Mordred was different. He was different than every single knight. He was kind, although he had powerful magic, he wasn't evil. Actually, Merlin could like him. But he was also a druid. A druid who was supposed to kill the greatest king of Camelot. That made him special and dangerous and Merlin wasn't that stupid to underestimate that. He didn't trust him.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Just kindness."
Merlin stepped closer to him so that now they were standing arm by arm and they were both collecting wood. He turned his head to look at a young man. Mordred didn't move for few seconds but finally returned his gaze. And there was uncertainty in his eyes. Merlin have never seen him like that.
"What is the real reason, Mordred?"
A druid seemed to be torn. He bit his lower lip and looked down.
"You, Emrys."
And then, without any warning, he just released his branches and stepped one step closer to Merlin, leaning to him and their lips have just met. Merlin was too shocked to react in any way. He just stood there, letting the young man kiss himself. And, oh my God, it was so amazing to feel Mordred's lips on his. And then, not actually thinking, what was he doing, he pulled himself closer to druid and returned the kiss. After few seconds, it was Mordred who broke their kiss. He looked at Merlin with smile.
"It was all about you."