A Manservant's Loyalty (Merlin BBC OneShots)

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Long one ahead, I thought of cutting it in half but meh. Sorry for the long absence, hope you enjoy. (UnEdited)

Modern # 3.0

Percy wasn't the typical guy you'd lose in a crowd, with the impressive height of six foot seven, broad shoulders and toned body to fit.
Though physically intimating his personality didn't exactly match. Percy was man of very few words, his voice was like a low rumble of distant thunder. He was a big introvert, who
enjoyed his own company a little too much.
Percy was never the life of the party though usually he was unwilling the centre of it.

He didn't have much leaving school, his father kicking him to the curb weeks after school was finished. He applied to lots of job but none were fruitful until he walked into a modem looking high rise building, feeling very out of place in his ripped jeans and dirty plaid button up shirt, the sleeves were ripped off as they were too small around his biceps.

A voice in the back of his head had a convincing argument to turn around and walk out, save himself embarrassment. Percy ignored it and went to the reception desk handing over a crumpled piece of paper, his neatest handwriting that he could muster for his resume.

"I need a job" he muttered scratching the back of his neck feeling the stares of the men in suits around him. Percy didn't even know what building this was or what they do, he just hoped they'd Pity him and give him a clearer's job of some sort and pay him enough to get some food in his stomach.

"You came in here and gave us a scrap piece of paper, handwritten resume and want a job?" sharp blue eyes stared at him with raised eyebrows, blond hair swept to the side. Percy sighed, hanging his head feeling slightly defeated knowing it was a stupid idea in the first place. He should of just listen to the insecure voice at the back of his mind.

"Let's talk" the man said, which surprised Percy, eyes snapping up to stare at the man who was about a foot shorter then him. An amused smirk on his face, "what's your name man?"

"Percy"

"I'm Arthur, follow me."

He walked out the building with a smile, with a piece of paper stating the starting time of his paid training for his new job.

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"Okay gentleman. The airport is currently undergoing construction so we will be going through the main lobby. There is an estimated three hundred supporters plus waiting." Leon briefed loudly, eyes flickering down at his phone screen, tapping it a few times before pocketing the device in one of the pockets on his trousers.

"The usual three point formation, Percy upfront, Lance you're with me. No stopping." Leon ordered, he was the head of the three man security team. Percy gave a nod standing from his seat stretching his stiff muscles.

Gwaine Knight, a global success story, rose to fame with his smooth edgy voice, his first album was slow to get traction but when it did it sky rocketed. The superstar was flung from making Indi/pop tunes in his bedroom to working with the biggest names in the music industry.

Percy was one of his personal body guards. The fans had a healthy respect for the gentle giant, never giving him much trouble when he cuts through the crowd. The same goes for Sydney airport, The screams were loud as phones were shoved in their way, which Percy gently pushed away, making sure that no one dropped their device as he went.