Love?
Summary: When Gowther gets his heart (emotions) back, he and Merlin start a sort-of relationship.
A/N: Warnings for smut. This is something I wrote a few years ago but never finished. I won't be finishing it because I've moved on to other fics and fandoms, and unfortunately no longer have time to keep updating this.
If anyone wants to continue this, however, feel free. It was just going to be a romance fic with both Gowther and Merlin learning to love others and make time for people
Chapter One:
Merlin sat on a stool in the tavern, drinking a glass of wine by herself. She wasn't exactly a loner, she had the Sins, after all, and they didn't exclude her, she just preferred to be alone sometimes.
Her Captain threw a towel over his shoulder as he went behind the bar to give an order to Ban and clean the sides. On his way, he said "hello" to Merlin and smiled at her. He noticed she usually sat alone and he tried to make her feel included, even if it was her choice to be alone.
She greeted him back and took another sip of wine before placing it down in front of her and summoning up a piece of parchment and lead. She started writing about an experiment she had done recently, thinking she had better get to it as she had nothing else to do this evening.
Tomorrow she was going to Camelot to see Arthur and check up on how he was doing, but until then she had nothing better to do.
Putting her chin on her hand, she was momentarily distracted by the goings-on around her. Customers were laughing with each other and enjoying their food and drinks. King and Diane were sat with each other in the corner, talking about whatever. Meliodas had wrapped himself around the Princess and was groping her (she rolled her eyes at that). Escanor was writing frantically on a piece of paper (probably another poem for her). And Gowther was staring at her. Wait- Gowther was staring at her?
She did a double-take and sure enough, he had his full attention on her. He sat behind her at the other side of the tavern with an emotionless expression on his face as he stared unblinking at her. She got rid of her experiment notes and stood to go over to the doll.
Reaching him, she took a seat in front of the doll, whose eyes hadn't left her own, and crossed one leg over the other.
"You were staring at me," she simply stated, a small smirk making its way onto her face. Gowther nodded in response and adjusted his glasses on his face. Merlin waited for him to tell her why, but the doll didn't elaborate.
Rolling her eyes, she took it upon herself to ask, "why were you staring at me?"
"I was admiring your beauty," he said. To say Merlin was shocked would be an understatement- she was completely baffled. Where had this change in character come from? The mage's eyes widened at the doll and her mouth parted a little bit as she stared back at him.
"You were what?" She questioned.
"I was admiring your beauty," he repeated.
"Were you now?" Merlin chuckled.
"Yes."
"And since when did you care about my looks?"
"Since I got my memories and emotions back," he deadpanned. Even with his emotions, he never changed from the monotone doll everyone knew.
"Oh," Merlin replied. Deciding to continue the conversation, rather than end it there, she asked, "and what, in particular, were you looking at?"
"Mostly your eyes. They're a wonderful colour," he admitted. Merlin smiled at the compliment and she was pretty sure might have been blushing.
"Thank you, Gowther," she said. "Was there anything else you were 'admiring'?"
"Yes. Your breasts," he told her.
Merlin started laughing at that. The way he said it so blatantly amused her.
"Really?" She asked once she had stopped laughing.
The doll merely nodded and adjusted his glasses again. Getting an idea, Merlin moved so she was sat next to him rather than across from him. She reached over and grabbed one of Gowther's hands, guiding it to the waistband of her purple shorts. She slowly moved both her own and Gowther's hand until they were both under her shorts and she was leading his hand towards her clit. Her breath caught and Gowther's expression didn't change when she did this, but she could have sworn she saw something akin to lust briefly flash in his eyes.
"Maybe we should go to my lab and you can continue to... admire my beauty?" She suggested, and she let her voice drop an octave on the last part, hoping to convince her friend.
He turned to her next to him and with a simple nod of his head, Merlin teleported them both to her lab straight away, leaving behind a confused Meliodas who had been walking towards their table to ask them if they wanted a drink.
(A/N: Sex scene up ahead, feel free to skip it if you want to.)
Gowther and Merlin arrived at the mage's lab in seconds and Merlin set to work at lighting a few candles manually to give them some light.
Once done, she smirked to herself in her usual way before turning back to Gowther, who was patiently waiting behind her. She walked towards him and smiled as he stood there, still emotionless. The light from the candles behind her cast a shadow on her beautiful face, making her look positively mysterious. Not that she didn't anyway, but the shadows only exaggerated it.
Merlin reached up a hand to his face and cupped his cheek, her smile never once wavering. The same could be said for Gowther's expressionless face.
"Tell me what else you were looking at in the tavern," Merlin requested, to which Gowther obliged.
"I was looking at your lips and your behind," he admitted without shame or embarrassment.
Merlin laughed, "my 'behind'?"
Gowther simply nodded, unsure of what was so funny. Taking pity on his cluelessness, she reached down and took his hands, leading them to her ass. She rested them on her cheeks and held his hands in place as she stared into his eyes. Despite how they didn't betray a single emotion, she found herself getting lost in them and felt as if they were drawing her in.
She was brought back to the present when she heard Gowther calling her name. She blinked and realised that one of his hands had moved from her ass to her cheek. She smiled and placed her own hand on top of it. She was unsure of when she had stopped smiling, but apparently she had.
Taking the opportunity, Merlin leaned in towards Gowther and pressed her lips to his own. Their simple kiss suddenly became much more heated and they soon found themselves pressed up against the table on which she had once chained Vivian. She was shocked at how well a kisser Gowther was but she didn't let it show, instead concentrating on taking his shirt off.
They stopped kissing when Merlin started pulling it upwards and over his head. Neither spoke until the shirt was off and Merlin smirked, "is this what you imagined when you were looking at my lips?"
Gowther nodded, followed by a quick "yes," before he started kissing her again.
As they kissed, Merlin started undoing his trousers and pulling off her coat. When her coat was almost off, Gowther helped pull it off her arms.
Soon, they were both stood naked, leaning against Merlin's table in the light of the candles. Both Sins took their time admiring the other's body. Merlin was sure Gowther was nervous and she had to remember for a moment that the doll now had his emotions back. She took his hand and, as she had with her ass, she moved it to cup her breast. Her nipples hardened when she helped Gowther kneed her left breast.
Her breath caught when Gowther moved his hand from her breasts, down her body, to her clit until he was playing with it.
"You've done this before?" Merlin questioned, surprised.
Gowther replied with his usual one-worded answer of "yes," and Merlin nodded, knowing she wasn't going to get anything else from the doll.
She was gradually getting wetter and wetter as Gowther teased her, and her moans got a little louder. The mage suddenly felt something hard pressing against her and she looked down to see that Gowther, himself, was as aroused as she was. Gowther moved one of his fingers closer to the entrance of her vagina and at first, she thought he would start fingering her, but he then started playing with her clit again. She growled in annoyance and pushed him back, making him fall against the table until he was lay on it, on his back.
Merlin climbed onto the table and positioned herself above Gowther. She started rocking her hips, rubbing her clit against the shaft of his throbbing cock. She then stopped and knelt above him, her legs either side of him and her sex above his own. The mage took hold of his penis and positioned it against the entrance to her vagina. With a deep breath, she slowly lowered herself onto him until he was completely inside of her. Her breath hitched when a feeling of pleasure overwhelmed her and she took a moment to just sit with Gowther inside of her, feeling the throbbing of his member.
She looked at Gowther and realised he was staring at her as she sat there, above him. She sent him a look, one that said ready? and he silently nodded. Slowly she started moving up and down on him, closing her eyes as she let out several moans of pleasure. Even Gowther let out a grunt or two as Merlin rode him.
The mage picked up the pace, riding him faster as she moved her hands from her breasts to Gowther's shoulders and gave a sharp gasp when he reached up a hand and started playing with her nipple.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she leaned down and started sucking on Gowther's sharp collarbone. She didn't know what had come over her, but she had the sudden urge to mark him as hers. Her as his. It was odd, this was the first time they'd done this, but she suddenly felt possessive over him and wanted no one to second glance him. If they did... well, she would surely be paying them a visit in the middle of the night.
Out of nowhere, Gowther flipped them so Merlin was now laid on her back on the table and he was above her. She stared wide-eyed at him as he stopped for a moment before starting up again, pounding into her as Merlin screamed in ecstasy.
(A/N: Smut stops here.)
By the time they were finished, they were both a sweating, panting mess. Gowther had several purple hickeys on his collar bone and a small one on his neck, Merlin also had one on the side of her neck her tattoo wasn't on. Gowther had put his underwear and trousers on whereas Merlin was still completely nude. The doll was sat up on the table and Merlin lay down next to him with her head on his thigh.
Merlin let out a content sigh as she put the tip of her thumb in her mouth, deep in thought with her eyes closed. She was slowly drifting off to sleep when there was a loud banging on the door to her lab. She quickly sat up and, not trusting her voice after the hot sex she just had with Gowther, she began dressing. Following her lead, Gowther began looking for his shirt, socks, and shoes.
"Merlin, Gowther? Are you in there?" They heard from outside, followed by more repetitive banging on the door.
Merlin coughed and once she'd put on her coat, shorts, and boots, she answered, "yes, Captain, come in."
Said Captain walked into the lab with his almost never-ending smile on his face. He gave a quick wave to the two who were, thankfully, now dressed.
"What can I help you with, Captain?" Merlin asked him and casually walked over to one of the many jars lining the walls.
"Oh, nothing. Just, you two disappeared from the tavern without saying anything and I was just curious," he admitted.
He then started walking around the lab, casually checking everything out, until he stopped and looked at the floor. With a raised eyebrow, he turned to Merlin and Gowther.
"Why is this smashed vial on the floor?" Merlin's brow creased and she walked around the table to meet with Meliodas on the other side.
There was, indeed, a smashed vial on the floor. Crimson liquid pooled around it, staining the floor. Merlin realised that she or Gowther must have knocked it off when they were making out. Her cheeks flushed and she immediately turned away from the Captian to go back over to the jar she had pulled from the shelf.
"Oh, I accidentally knocked it off a moment ago. I couldn't clean it up because it's dangerous to do so with bare hands," she lied, skillfully avoiding both Gowther's and Meliodas' eyes.
Gowther must have been confused as to why she didn't tell Meliodas about what had actually happened, but he kept quiet nonetheless.
The Captain seemed to accept her answer as he nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. With a grin, he turned to speak to Gowther. That is before his words died on his tongue when he caught sight of the doll's collarbone and neck. His eyebrows rose in shock and confusion, and he stepped forward to get a better view of the marks.
"Gowther, what are those?" He asked. It was a stupid question, he knew, but he wanted to clarify.
Before Gowther could even open his mouth, Merlin had stepped in, a needle in hand.
"I've been experimenting on Gowther. This is the result of a... love potion. Yes, a love potion I recently made," she told him. She dodged Meliodas' eyes by turning her attention to Gowther. The doll slowly agreed with her, still confused.
Meliodas' brows furrowed, but he didn't question any further.
"Okay," he said instead, "well, we need you in the tavern because we're closing up and need some help tidying up."
With that, Meliodas said goodbye and turned, exiting Merlin's lab.
Neither Merlin nor Gowther had realised how late it was but with a glance outside, Meliodas' words were confirmed and it was pitch black out. That explained why Merlin was so tired.
"We'd better go help the others," Merlin sighed.
"Why did you lie to the Captain?" Gowther asked instead of agreeing with her.
"What?" She retorted, choosing to avoid the situation.
"About us having sex."
"... Because I've known the Captain since I was a child and I view him as more of a brother or a friend than my Captain, and I think he looks at me the same way. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be."
"Oh. Do you want to continue this, though?" Gowther asked. Merlin knew what he meant.
"I'm not sure. Maybe," she decided.
"Okay. Let's go help the others." Merlin sighed when he signalled the end of the conversation.
Only now was she realising the seriousness of what they had done. It wasn't forbidden for two Sins to start a relationship, but she wasn't sure she wanted the others to know or find out what she and Gowther had done. She had been so caught up in the moment, and things had just happened. It wasn't like her, but something about Gowther drew her in.
When the two Sins got to the tavern, there wasn't much left to do so they helped as much as they could until everything was once again tidy and the Seven Sins could relax.
All seven, including Elizabeth and Hawk, sat at a couple of tables in the bar. They were laughing and joking about some of the things they had done in the past. Ban stealing King and Diane's powers came up again and the Sloth and Serpent Sins both glared at the immortal.
Elizabeth told some stories of when she was a child and she would get into mischief with her sisters. Hawk told some very exaggerated stories of when he was younger and it was just him and Hawk Mama.
It was now around 2am and Merlin had gotten up to refill her wine whilst the others continued telling tales.
As Merlin was walking back to the table she was sat at, Gowther stopped her by tapping her arm. She had used a potion to get rid of the hickeys she'd left on both him and herself so no one would ask questions. So far, only Meliodas was suspicious, the others didn't even suspect a thing.
Merlin turned to the doll and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you would come with me?" He requested.
Confused, but not exactly surprised he wanted to talk to her, Merlin put her wine glass down and agreed.
The mage told the others she and Gowther would be back soon and followed him up the stairs where they entered the nearest room which happened to be King's bedroom
"Gowther, why have you led me to King's bedroom?" Merlin asked sceptically.
"It was the nearest room," he simply replied.
"Okay... And why did you want to talk to me?" She further questioned.
"I did not want to talk to you," he said. With that, he crashed his lips to hers, leading them into a hot makeout session against the wall next to the bedroom door.
As much as Merlin was enjoying making out with Gowther, she knew they had to stop because they were in King's room. She reluctantly pushed Gowther away, causing him to frown slightly in confusion.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned.
"No, you didn't. It's just, we're in King's room. And we're supposed to be downstairs with the others," she reminded him.
"I understand. It won't take long," he promised and before she could protest, he already had one hand down the front of her shorts, rubbing her clit. His other hand pinned both of hers above her head as she leant her head back in pleasure.
When it was obvious she was wet, Gowther moved one of his fingers from her clit to her entrance. Merlin's eyes fluttered when Gowther shoved his middle and forefinger into her cunt and started pumping them in and out. Merlin's back arched against the wall and her mouth fell open when waves of pleasure rolled over her, though she tried to prevent from crying out for fear of the others hearing her.
Gowther pressed his mouth against her own when she closed it, engaging them in a rough makeout session whilst he fingered her and brought her closer to the edge.
"What the hell are you doing?! In my room, too!" A voice cried.
Gowther moved his face away from Merlin's to look at the person that had just barged into the room. Unfortunately for Merlin, he didn't remove his fingers from within her so she kept her head leant against the wall in pleasure.
"I am sorry, King. I am almost finished," Gowther told the Fairy King.
Said Fairy left the room quickly in disgust and embarrassment, most likely going to tell the others what he'd walked in on.
Turning back to the mage, Gowther added a third finger inside her and started moving them in and out quickly, causing Merlin to close her eyes tightly and moan out in extreme pleasure. He picked up the pace, pumping his three fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
Merlin eventually cried out in ecstasy, her head thrown back against the wall and her back arched. Her stomach tensed and when the pleasure finally died down, her legs went weak, causing Gowther to catch her before she could fall to the floor.
Gowther lowered them both to the floor so he was crouched in front of an exhausted Merlin who looked at him like she wanted to teleport him into the ocean.
"What's wrong? Was I not good? I can try again," he offered.
"King saw us," she stated simply.
"I know. But I told him we'd be quick."
"That's not the problem," she hissed, "the problem is he's going to tell the others now."
"Why is that a problem, Merlin?"
"I already told you I don't want the others to know," she reminded him.
"Oh, yes. I can erase his memory?" Gowther suggested. Merlin stood up from the floor, ignoring the throbbing between her legs,
"No. It doesn't matter, we'll just have to deal with it. For now, I'm going to my lab. Don't follow me," she warned him before teleporting away to her lab.
With nothing else to do now, Gowther left King's room and headed back down the stairs to rejoin the others.
When he got down there, it wasn't as lively as when he and Merlin had left. A little confused, he walked over to the others. They all looked at him with surprise on their faces, and he stared back without emotion.
Suddenly, Ban started laughing and got up. He walked over to Gowther and slapped him on the back roughly.
"Nice one, Gowther!" He congratulated.
"I am confused," he admitted, unsure how to process Ban's enthusiasm.
"You! And Merlin!" Ban laughed, going red in the face.
Diane and Elizabeth looked away from Gowther with matching blushes, causing the doll to tilt his head slightly. Why were they reacting to his and Merlin's activities like that? Why did they look embarrassed?
Something came flying at him from the side, throwing him off of his stool and onto the floor. His glasses fell off his face and, still on the floor with something attacking his back and screeching, Gowther reached forward to pick them up.
"Gowther, you filthy swine!" His attacker cried.
Slowly, Gowther stood up and smoothed down his shirt, looking at the floor where a ball of pink had fallen from his back.
"Why are you upset, Sir Hawk?" Gowther inquired, head tilting again.