Merthur/Merlin one shot

Being locked

So ok this is a writing prompt one! where both characters are stuck together and about to die, so they hold each other and comfort each other and all that. character A starts panicking bc he don't wanna die, and so character B calms them and says they'll be safe on the other side.kinda angsty but don't worry they don't die.

The idea I saw from lostpendragon. The idea is similar, yet isn't. With this onward with the story wohooo

.

.

.

Merlin was cursing every god which he knew of. Why he is cursing every god out there? Well, they got stuck at a tower which he couldn't get out. He hadn't expect to meet a sorcerer out there. So right now he was stuck with Arthur and he had no idea how to get out.

His magic was drained and he was feeling more anxious than before. He wasn't really fond of closed space. There was one time where he got locked into a tight space. This wasn't that much of a tight space, but it felt tight for him. His breath shuddering now and to make it worse it was getting colder.

They had at least a blanket, so that would help a bit against the cold. But it wouldn't be helping too much probably. It was after all winter. Now thinking back about that sorcerer, he locked them and left both of them alone But before he had left he told them; the only way to get out is to know each other. But this made no sense to him as he was knowing Arthur well enough. His panic got to the point where he started to walk around. Arthur, on the other hand, was calm and not showing any fear.

"Merlin you good?"

He huffed out as he got frustrate at Arthur for asking this. It wasn't like he was walking for some exercise. So he was folding his arms together and answered...

"Of course, sire. It isn't like we are locked into this effing tower without a way out and it isn't totally getting colder."

It came both out as sarcastic, yet it was more snappy then sarcastic. As well his hands were up in resignation and Arthur raised one of his eyebrows up at this.

"I told you to call me by my name instead of king, sire etc, when we are alone. And you should try to calm down. Snapping at me won't get us out, nor will panic get us anywhere. I am sure that by now the others will look for us."

As an answer, he gave a glare and feeling more fed up than ever. To make it worse Arthur knew now of his magic. And until now he had been quiet. It made him feel more on edge because thinking that Arthur was not accepting this or worse would make him have to leave Camelot. As he knew that Arthur wasn't fond of magic, because his asshole of father drilled into the said king that magic is evil. 

"Oi, don't glare at me. It wasn't me who locked us in here. Can't you get us out with your fancy magic? You are a sorcerer after all."

He huffed out and he felt more frustrated as well more panic started to bubble up. It led to him not thinking straight.

"Warlock, not sorcerer. And no I can't. I used my magic to protect your bloody ass again."

He huffed out as he glared more fiercely at Arthur not even realizing that he started to rant at the now king of Camelot.

"It isn't even fucking fair that everyone gets punished who had not done anything wrong. Like what the actual hell. I was born like this and had to hide my magic because of your jerkass of a father who had thought magic is evil. And made that stupid law that using magic will get you burned to stake or executed. I rescued your bloody ass that many times with magic. And what is the thanks for this almost getting killed when he almost found out. I am so fucking done with people making us look bad. It was one fucking person. One. And everyone thinks that-..."

His breath shuddered more as he stopped in the middle of the sentence feeling his panic getting out of hand. He couldn't breathe anymore, heart thundering in his chest and had to sitting down. He hadn't realized that he couldn't breathe until he heard some feet rushing towards him. And soon some arms around him as he felt himself being pulled into a broad chest.

"Merls, you need to breathe. Just listen to my breathing or my heartbeat and concentrate on this. Can you do this?"

His mind was muddled so that he hadn't realized how Arthur was calling him. He gasp for air as clutching onto Arthur, trying to concentrate, but he couldn't. Right now he felt like the room was getting smaller and smaller.

"Merls you need to listen to me. Merlin!"

He couldn't breathe. By now he felt more lightheaded and it wouldn't take too long until he would pass out. That was until he felt something soft on his lips. The thoughts he had before vanished and all he could think of was the lips that were right now kissing him. And he felt as well some air in his lungs. Soon they left and he stared at Arthur. A blush started to bloom on his cheeks and Arthur let out a sigh.

"Finally. You better?"

He still felt lightheaded but better. At least he wasn't thinking about this closed space anymore but at the kiss.

"You almost passed out. Alright, now just concentrate on my heartbeat and on my breathing, nothing else."

All he could do was right now nod. Although his body was really shaken up and he felt the exhaustion hit him. This was tiresome. Arthur still was holding him close and he was concentrating fully on the heartbeat and the calm and steady breath of Arthur. God that was scary. 

A shudder went through his body and he felt Arthur holding him a bit closer now. At some point he must have dozed off because the next time he woke up was at the familiar feeling bed. His eyes snapped open and he looked frantically around until his eyes fell on Arthur. The male was sitting on a chair, head on his bed and another thing he noticed, him holding his hands.

"Oh, you are awake my love."

After he heard him say this, Arthur's head was up and looking at him in concern. His brain came to a screeching halt as he heard what king of Camelot just called him. When he realized it, his entire face lit up in a deep red and he remembered again the kiss.

"W-what?"

Was all he could say. Right now he was speechless and couldn't really get something out. His crush, which he loved hugged him, then kissed him and now he got called love by the said person. Arthur knew precisely what he was doing, because of his smirk he gave him now. But soon that smirk turned into a soft smile and soft expression.

"I was worried that you wouldn't wake up. It seemed that we just had to tell each other that we are in love or show it."

Brows starting to furrow and he looked blankly now at Arthur.

"Wait, you-what?"

Once again he was rendered speechless and Arthur chuckled and ruffled his hair now.

"To get it into your small brain, I am in love with you, you baffoon. Even with you having magic. I will lift this damn law, like magic itself isn't evil per se, but the person who had bad intentions. It's kind of like with swords or any weapons who we use. Morgana wouldn't have ended up like this wouldn't it have been for my father."


Eyes starting to widening, blush starting to get more deepend in a red and he gaped at Arthur. This took a moment for him to realize and when he has done he pulled Arthur towards him and kissed him on his lips.

"I love you, turnip-head. And thanks for accepting. I am glad that you are now the king."

He grinned now and Arthur chuckled and rolled his eyes in fondness.

"Love you too, idiot. And no problem was thinking about it anyway. Knew about your magic, just wasn't sure how long it would take for you to finally tell me. Although you didn't tell me but show me that you had magic."

His eyes widen at this and they started to bicker like usual, but it held no bite as both were enjoying the presence of each other.

.

.

.

A/N that was fun to write. Both angst and fluff at the same time. I got the idea thanks to lostpendragon. Her or his one shot. It is similar to the one he/she wrote. Check her one-shots out. And when you have an idea you would like me to write, give me a comment. Anywho, hope you like this, give it a vote, please. ^~^