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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/ CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight

Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.

The-Death-Queen wants... HP/Gwaine (Merlin BBC)

Harry blushed under Merlin's amused gaze, ducking his head in an attempt to hide his embarrassment even as part of it was off to the left, pulling on an old tunic.

"So this is what it come to, then," Merlin shook his head. "You're leaving me for another man."

Harry's face became even redder, but this time it was accompanied by a smile at his friend's teasing tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Harry cleared his throat and glanced over to Gwaine who was now dressed and eating some blackberries that Merlin had supplied for them. "But, what can I say? When I expressed a desire to travel outside of Camelot, he... offered his services."

"That's not all he offered." Merlin joked.

"Oh, shut up." Harry scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "He's really nice."

"And so is his personality." Merlin winked. He quickly ducked when Harry took a swing at him, and then dodged the kick that was aimed at his shins. With a laugh, Merlin backed away, hands up in the air as a show of surrender.

"What's going on here, then?" Gwaine asked, walking over to them with an easy-going smile.

"Nothing," Harry replied quickly, inwardly cursing the blood that once again flooded his cheeks when Gwaine's arm made their way around Harry's waist. Harry turned to look up at Gwaine, ignoring Merlin's poor attempt at hiding a laugh. "Merlin's just being Merlin."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Merlin demanded, finally getting his amusement under control.

"I would think that he meant you being a fun and loyal friend." Gwaine smoothly interrupted before Harry could say anything. "Especially since you managed to convince young Prince Arthur to allow Harry to accompany me on my journey."

"Well, he does hold Harry in high esteem." Merlin smiled. "And Harry has previously expressed a desire to travel."

"Yes he has." Gwaine smirked. "A very demanding desire."

"Gwaine!" Harry groaned. "Don't encourage him."

The young man just laughed and tugged at Harry's top briefly before straightening up.

"We about ready to go?" Gwaine asked, moving back to the spare bed to pick up his sword.

"Yes," Harry shuffled his feet and stared up at Merlin, suddenly serious. "I'm going to miss you, you know."

Merlin sighed. "Me too. Arthur's going to be more difficult to look after."

"Good luck." Harry said wryly. Harry suddenly gave a squeak when Merlin suddenly pulled him into a tight hug. "Uh, Merlin? Can't breathe!" Harry gasped out.

"Oh!"

Harry gratefully sucked in a deep breath when Merlin hastily released him.

"Sorry," Merlin apologized with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head.

Harry grinned at him, finally reaching down to grab his bag. Swinging it over his shoulder, Harry took one last look around, as if trying to memorise the plain room that served as Merlin's bedroom.

"Ready to go?" Gwaine asked, now standing by the door. "We can say good-bye to Gwen."

"Don't you go teasing Arthur!" Harry scolded, however the amusement in his voice belied the order.

"I would never do such a thing!"" Gwaine exclaimed. "Come on, we better go. Doesn't Merlin have to be with the Prince, anyway?"

Merlin blinked incomprehensively for a moment before a look of horror swept over his features.

"Oh no!" Merlin darted for the door, nearly tripping over himself in his plight. "See you both!" He shouted as he jumped down the stairs.

"Bye!" Harry laughed. "I'm going to mi- mhn!" Harry was cut off when a pair of lips descended onto his own, effectively silencing him.

Gwaine smiled into the kiss and gently squeezed Harry around the middle, receiving a small gasp. The swordsman took advantage of Harry's startled state and slipped his tongue in through parted lips, quickly mapping out the now familiar cavern. Harry himself felt his eyes flutter close and body sway forward until he and Gwaine were pressed up against one another. They remained like that until the need of air became too much, and they slowly pulled away from one another, their kiss turning into a series of shorter ones.

"You're going to miss it here." Gwaine pointed out after a few moments of silence.

"Yes." Harry agreed. "But that doesn't mean I want to stay here for the rest of my life. I want to be out there. To see what the world has to offer."

Gwaine chuckled. "Then you won't be disappointed."

"I know I won't." Harry said knowingly.

With another chuckle, Gwaine prodded Harry towards the door. Both made their way down the stairs and through Gaius' workroom to the outside. They walked a little way before Gwaine spoke up again.

"I hope to see Gwen." Gwaine said, looking up and down the street, before catching sight of Arthur and Merlin up near the castle. "We wish to say good-bye."

"No." Harry denied as he turned and saluted his two long-time friends. "You just want to stir trouble with Arthur."

"I would never!" Gwaine said amiably, even as his eyes lit up when he caught sight of the servant girl.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry hissed, even as a smile broke out across his face.

"Don't think about what?" Gwaine asked, turning to give Harry a charming grin. "We are just going to speak to her."

"At least we'll be leaving right after." Harry muttered, thinking about Arthur's reaction.

"That's the spirit." Gwaine said. "Ah, Gwen..."

I had a bit of fun with this, actually. A good challenge.