Merlin's Kisses
By Unknown Book
Chapter 1: Gwaine/Prologue
(A/N: This fic will update every Sunday! I hope you enjoy it!)
Gwaine saunters down the steps to Camelot's cold dungeon. As he walks, he considers every reason he should be doing what he's doing right now. The list is fairly long.
Arthur and Merlin had gotten into a petty argument over Camelot's latest threat, and to "keep him out of trouble" Merlin's been locked in the dungeons. More than likely, it's because Merlin had threatened to follow the knights the minute their backs were turned.
Arthur doesn't seem to understand how important Merlin is to these missions. He's a healer's apprentice, he keeps Arthur calm, he rarely gets hurt, and he makes a killer stew. Every knight and their grandmother knows how much Merlin is necessary.
These, however, are not the reasons Gwaine is heading towards the dungeons. Gwaine is a smart knight, smart enough to acknowledge these reasons, but he's also a simple knight. His friend wants out; he will comply.
The guards on duty are too enthralled in their card game as he rounds the bend to the dungeon. He could've waltzed right past them, and they never would have noticed; but where's the sense of adventure in that? If no one puts up a fight, how can he consider this a "rescue mission."
"Gentlemen! Merlin's been in time-out long enough. I'll take the keys." He holds his hand out with a dashing grin.
Like deer in headlights, the dungeon boys snap their gaze towards him. It takes them a minute to regain their composure, their game forgotten.
"He's only been in there an hour. Haven't heard a release order from the king yet." One of the guards proclaims.
"Come now, does he ever leave Merlin in there for long?" Gwaine spreads his arms to show as much innocence as he can muster. "Bet Arthur's looking for his lunch by now, and forgot Merlin was even down here."
After one glance among the guards, Gwaine is whistling down the hall towards Merlin's cell. He swirls the keys around his finger as he approaches.
Merlin had been far too busy pacing the length of his cell to notice Gwaine's approach. He had also been too busy considering his magical escape to hear Gwaine's conversation with the guards.
"Ah, a little bird like you shouldn't be in a cage like this." He jangles the keys in Merlin's direction, and Merlin's face lights up at the sight.
"Gwaine!" That sweet smile of his can be heard as he speaks.
With a turn of a key, Merlin dashes forward into Gwaine's embrace. "Merlin! Ready to head out? Princess is about to leave; I can't imagine he left you here on purpose." Merlin chuckles at his antics.
"Thank you!" He pulls back from Gwaine's arms and plants a gentle kiss against the knight's cheek before he sprints from the dungeon.
Gwaine touches the warm area Merlin's lips left behind with a content sigh. It's always worth it to break the rules where Merlin is concerned.
He follows Merlin out to face Camelot's newest threat.
After their victory, Gwaine finds himself in a tavern with Lancelot, Leon, Elyan, and Percival. The knights celebrate their victories with a night or two of ale, depending on the size of the threat they've vanquished. Though invited, Merlin and Arthur are always too busy with reports to join them on the first night.
It's now that Gwaine recalls Merlin's kiss; and since his friends, both Merlin and Arthur, are nowhere in sight, now is the best time to boast about it.
"It seems, I've gotten two wins today." He slings back the rest of his ale and winks at a bar maiden for more.
"What, have you finally found someone to pay your tavern bill?" Leon quips, causing the other knights to laugh.
"No, we all know that Princess does that. I received a kiss today from Camelot's favorite servant." Gwaine's smugness rolls off him in bounds.
"Gwaine if you've kissed my sister, I swear—" Elyan's threat doesn't get to the interesting part, because Gwaine quickly cuts him off.
"No, no! Merlin!"
After a long, doubtful pause, Lancelot breaks the silence. "On the lips?"
"…A kiss is a kiss, isn't it?"
"So that's a no. Bet it was out of pity then," Percival jokes before taking a swig of his beverage. Gwaine made an effort to look hurt.
"Percival, you wound me. I'll have you know, I rescued him from distress this morning." He says as he flips his hair.
"So, you're the one that let him out? We know why then; you just did something Arthur wouldn't approve of. I'm certain everyone at this table could do the same and get similar results." Leon, the constant voice of reason and sass, unknowingly sparked a string of events that occur after Gwaine's next sentence.
"Wanna bet?"
(A/N: So, this story vaguely reminds me of Wingman of the Century by LeaOotori. It's extremely different, but I want to include a mention, just in case. I also really love/recommend that fic.)
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