A/N: Alrighty, back again with some new stuff. So the idea here is a series of one-shots based on a list of prompts given to me from a friend (and I built on the list from words that reminded me of the series). They can also be interconnected; a lot of the time I'll reuse an idea from a previous fic. I couldn't decide on a title, so I put my iPod on shuffle and picked a song name lol 10 points if you know the band.
Big thank you to xoxphoenix for beta-ing for me.
Disclaimer: Merlin is the property of the BBC, sadly. This fic containers spoilers for 'The Coming of Arthur pt 1 and 2'
001. Angel
"You may need to take charge, become…become king."
Arthur felt his heart skip a beat as Merlin hesitated over the word. Trust his loyal servant – who was he kidding, his friend – to state Arthur's fear openly. It seemed…so final. Arthur, becoming king – as if his father would never recover; never return to his original state of mind. There was probably a great deal of people – sorcerers, druids, magic wielders (Morgana, Athur added to the thought bitterly) – who would be grateful for this. But Arthur was not one of them. And neither, he hoped, was Merlin. He'd need someone he could count on when the time came, someone whom he could trust to be honest and loyal – and who would have thought that it would be Merlin, of all people. Arthur slowly turned his head to the side, not wanting to give Merlin the wrong impression.
"Who knows what the future will bring." He replied guardedly. Merlin seemed to sense Arthur's hesitance on the subject and let it drop, a comfortable silence surrounding the pair. Arthur's thoughts were quickly drawn away from thoughts of kingship, betrayal (Morgana) and Uther – the knights had returned safely, with her riding at the head of the small group. All of his worries seemed to vanish – if only temporarily – when he laid his eyes on her; Guinevere. He couldn't hold back the smile, as he stood and slowly descended down the steps to meet her as she rode forward, surrounded by his most trusted.
As he reached up to grasp her waist – with the intent of helping her off the horse, nothing more – Arthur couldn't help but feel that no matter what the future bought, he could do it with them at his side - the members of the Round Table. As they both move simultaneously to share a heartfelt kiss, and as Gwen pulled him into an embrace which held all her love and relief, Arthur felt especially sure that he could survive, so long as he had his angel.
A/N2: Incredibly corny, I know haha. Thanks for reading, reviews are much appreciated.
-theSarcasticWench