MERLIN / MERTHUR ONESHOTS

The Knight

AN- TW/CW: Homophobia, The f-slur (i am a queer guy! ), some light gore imagery, abuse and implied non-con.
Take care of yourselves, don't read if triggering x

This is a Gwaine story.

I am not sure how how i feel about it, feel free to tell me how you do!
Constructive criticism always welcome <3

Enjoy xx

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"Nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are"

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Gwaine looked on with clouded eyes and a numb face, his teeth gnawing anxiously into his cheeks. Fists curled by his side, uneven and dirtied fingernails digging harshly into the soft flesh of his palms- marks of the crescent moon shining a blood red down upon the concrete floor below. His hair falling limply over his face, the shine it once held now a matte and dull tangled mess.

He brought his gaze up to meet his fathers, his whole body trembling as he opened his now shy mouth to speak.
"But Father i-"

Sentence cut short as a ringed, calloused hand made a quick, sharp action. A shameful punch to his pale cheek, the intricate designs of his fathers ring digging into his skin and tearing it open- deep lacerations gaping in shock, bubbling and weeping with regret.

"Silence."
The man before him demanded, voice as cold as stone, stoic, unreadable. Gwaine blinked firmly, again and again- a repetitive melody in his brain, a broken violin screeching against his skull; begging, willing for the tears not to fall. Gwaine vowed in silence, Gwaine vowed during these tense seconds not to be weak. He was already a failure to his father, already a shame upon his family name. The young man felt like nothing but a disgusting, undeniable freak of nature- a curse upon his father, a punishment from the Gods. May Hell strike him with searing flames, he would not cry. He refused.

"Look at me when im talking to you boy."
Gwaine felt like he was under water, each syllable drowned out by crashing waves above him. The way his fathers lips moved in a morphed way, teeth gritting and scraping against one another, frothing, seething anger plunging down into the depths of the ocean. Unloving, foul, polluted hands gripped at his chin. Head forced above the water with an aganosing, echoing crack- the boy left spluttering and choking at shore, drowning upon his own corruption.

"Yes sir."
Gwaine replied, jaw aching unapologetically. His tongue felt like a thief, a criminal in his mouth. Within his chest his heart was hammering like the beat of the march of a thousand men going to battle, not knowing if they are to return. The silence between them was deafening, he could've sworn he could hear the rush of the blood within his fathers veins, scolding each cell in its path. Face painted red with resentment, green flecks of revulsion scattered upon the portrait like stars.

The young warrior had fought drunken in bars, marched sober into a perilous war, he had slayed ferocious beasts and spoken to his men like a leader during macabre times. All of his life he has been thrown into fearsome situations time and time again, and he had conquered them with as little as a whisper of deprecating doubt but now?

Now...now he could feel his bones itching in pure terror, he could feel each individual hair twitching in trepidation. He would rather be in a noose in the centre of the Kingdom than to be stood here with his father. Eternal death felt more welcoming to Gwaine in this moment than the punishment he knew he were to be faced with.

"I will not have a son, i will not have a Prince, i will not have the future King of this land be a-"
The voice began to stammer in a queasy manner.
"I will not have you be a dirty, disgusting, queer little fag."
The slur felt like a flurry of bees stinging his ears again and again, Gwaine couldve sworn he could hear the dull droning of a bees buzz all around him.
"It's just wrong, it's not right Gwaine. I will not stand for this, nobody could ever love something like you."