Merthur Oneshots

The Hunting Trip(that didn't go wrong)

Authors notes~~~~~~~~~
Soooo this is my first story I actually tried on so please tell me anything I can change to make it better.
Obviously, I own none of these characters.
And Gwaine is the best

Please enjoy
Word count: 3,033
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Gwaine stormed into the armory. He plopped himself down in the middle of the floor and let out a frustrated cry. The other knights (of the round table, of course) stopped chattering and turned to face him. There was a long moment of silence. Finally, Sir Leon, who was polishing his helmet, cleared his throat uncertainly.

"So...?"

"Yup," Gwaine sat up and shook his head. "They're dancing around each other again."

All the knights groaned. It was no secret to anyone by now that the King and his manservant were completely in love. And the two idiots couldn't seem to notice! ("They could make out with each other and STILL think the other doesn't fancy them!" "Yes, Gwaine, we know. You've said this a hundred times.")

"There has to be a way to get them to finally see they're head over heels for each other..." Elyan trailed off, lost in thought.

After pondering for a few minutes, Percival got an idea. "We could...lock them in Arthur's rooms!"

The other knights nodded. That was a great idea!

Lancelot's face fell after a moment. "Wait, one of them would climb out a window, like last time." Disappointment was thick in his voice.

"Ah, true."

"Oh, I didn't think of that."

"Ugh, must those two always ruin out plans?"

"We have to think of a plan where neither can wriggle out of it."

Back to sitting in silence. Finally, when Gwaine found it too hard to form a coherent thought, he sat up again. "This is no use, pass the bottle."

Suddenly, Leon's eyes grew wide and a smile spread across his face. He turned to Gwaine and confidently said, "No, because I'm going to need you at least a little sober for my plan."

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"A hunting trip? That sounds fun!" Arthur exclaimed from across the room.

'No,' Merlin thought. 'No, that does not sound fun at all! '

He finished making Arthur's bed and now turned to look at all the overly excited knights that had charged into the room. Something was up, Merlin was sure of it. He had never seen all of them seek out their king all together to ask him about something like this. Let alone looking THAT excited about it!

But Merlin had to admit he was happy to know he would be able to spend a lot more time with Arthur. Not that he had a bit of a crush on him or anything like that. Nope. Not Merlin.

Who would even like that prat? He was so stuck up and annoying. So handsome. So arrogant. So...still so handsome, but more handsome. Especially with the soft light from a window falling perfectly on his chiseled features. And with that sweet smile that Merlin loved so much...

"Hello? Is Merlin home?" Gwaine tapped Merlin's head lightly, grinning. Merlin snapped out of his...lovestruck trance? No, trance of odd friendship. He smiled sheepishly. Gwaine continued in a low voice so the others could hear. "I noticed you were staring at a certain someone."

Merlin's face turned pink and he quickly denied it. "N-no, no, I was merely looking at the...uh...walls! They really need dusted. I'll go do that right now!"