𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦-𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘌𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘵.
[Merlin x Fem!OC]
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𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭:
"You have no idea how happy I am right now," Elara laughed as Merlin for the third time this week was being pelted with rotten fruit.
Merlin sighed, "yes, yes, go on, laugh your heart out, don't mind me, I'm just here suffering amongst a putrid pile of decayed food scraps."
Elara rolled her eyes, "oh here we go," she chuckled, crossing her arms, "you always did have a flare for the dramatic, didn't you."
The young man scoffed playfully, "I'm sorry," he smirked, "but did you just call my pain dramatic?"
Elara picked up an over-ripe, red tomato which lay at the base of Merlin's feet and lightly mushed it all over his face.
It fell to the ground with a squelch a moment later, revealing Merlin's stunned face. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape in shock.
"Elara!" He shouted playfully. "You know I can just give you a big hug later and I can even all this out."
Elara chuckled, her right hand flying up to her chest in mock-shock, "now that's not how your mother taught you to treat ladies of the court now is it?"
Merlin smiled cheekily, "good thing you're not one."
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Disclaimer: As this is a fanfiction, I do not claim to own any media or characters other than my OC, Elar
A Merthur fic set in canon era.
After two years of putting up with his useless excuse for a manservant, Arthur begins to suspect that there may be more to Merlin than meets the eye.
But Merlin's not the only one with a secret. And maybe destinies aren't always as they seem.
AU where I use elements of all five seasons in a way that does not always comply with canon.
WARNING: Contains: (some) violence, mentions of blood, and a lot of gayness (duh)