Merlin Oneshots

"You're lucky you're cute"

It had been a long day and all Merlin wanted to do was get some rest. Unfortunately for him, well, him and the King, there was a mad sorcerer loose in the castle bent on assassinating the Pendragons. Arthur Pendragon, to be exact. Morgana had taken to sending any sorcerer that joined her cause to take Camelot's throne, and sent them toward her brother in hopes one would succeed in bringing about his death. The man had attempted to attack the young King during his weekly audience with the townspeople. Instead, he'd found his spells repelled, and was now hiding in the castle somewhere. Merlin was tired of these attempts, and Lancelot was tired of helping Merlin hide how tired he was. Lancelot had found a reason to be by his side nearly everyday since they had taken the castle back from Morgana and Morgause's immortal army. Merlin thought it might have to do with trying to distract himself from Gwen and Arthur's romance. He was distracted by these thoughts as he tumbled around a corner and landed on a warm body. When he opened his eyes, he realized he'd, literally, ran into the would-be-assassin. Both men were quite surprised and neither moved.

"I don't suppose I can convince you to leave the King alone, eh?" Merlin asked innocently grinning at the man pinned beneath him.

"Absolutely not. I lost my sister to his father's crusade against magic. The Pendragons owe a debt of blood to those with magic." The man grumbled, making no move to get Merlin off of him.

"If you continue trying to harm my King, I will be forced to intervene. I'd rather not spill any magical blood." Merlin offered, leaning closer to the man's face as he spoke softly.

"Er, erm," the man cleared his throat as a blush had creeped up over his ears and neck, "I...I can't do that. He -he must p-pay for what hap-happened.." he stuttered out as Merlin leaned on his elbows that were settled next to the man's head.

"Mmm. Well, if you will not back down, I will be forced to hand you over to be tried for treason. However, if you promise that you will go to the Druids and seek peace, I will let you go. Wouldn't you prefer that option? Peace instead of murder or death?" Merlin whispered, not breaking eye contact, still laying on top of him.

"You would do that? Let me go?" The man asked, shocked.

"Yes. I am working to help Arthur to understand that magic is a tool, and not a corruptible force. But the more you all insist on attacking him, the more it strengthens his outlook on magic being evil. Go to the Druids. Tell them Emrys sent you to learn a better way." Merlin told the man.

"Ok. Ok, I will go. I give you my word that I will not attack Camelot or King Arthur." Merlin smiled brightly at the man when he finished his promise. "You're lucky you're cute." The man muttered softly as Merlin moved to get up. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger, who merely blushed again. Once they were both on their feet, Merlin led him out a series of passageways used by servants, and opened out to the forest. Before the man left, he grabbed Merlin's hand, kissed it, winked at him, and then walked into the woods. When Merlin turned around, Lancelot was standing there.

"Lance."

"Merlin. Was the would-be-assassin of the King just flirting with you?" He asked not moving from the doorframe.

"Perhaps. I offered him a chance to either go to the Druids, or be arrested. He chose the Druids. And, whilest accepting the offer, he may have said something about me being lucky I'm cute." Merlin felt his ears heating up. He'd shamelessly flirted with the man to keep him from going after Arthur.

"Well, I suppose he's not wrong." Lancelot said tilting his head slightly, as if appraising Merlin as the latter came to stand beside the door frame.

"Lance!" Merlin was blushing furiously now. Lancelot pinned Merlin to the wall by the doorframe. He pressed his body up against Merlin's lithe, pale form. Merlin's breath caught. Lancelot leaned in and pressed his lips against Merlin's ear.

"You are lucky you're cute." Lancelot whispered, eliciting a slight moan from the warlock he had pinned. Hands wrapped around Lancelot's waist pulling him closer.

"This is not fair." Merlin gasped, before Lancelot's lips were on his. Merlin was making noises that he knew were only urging Lancelot to continue, but he found he couldn't stop them.

"You've got to be joking!" a very angry sounding voice broke them apart. "You're meant to be searching for the assassin!" Arthur shouted and turned around to storm off, hand rubbing his face. The interrupted pair looked at each other, then started laughing, before stealing one last kiss and following after their King.