No Weapons, No More; Merlin
Title: No Weapons, No More
Author: mydoctortennant
Pairing/s: Hints of Arthur/Gwen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine etc etc
Dedication: For ff.nets coffeedazed
Summary: Arthur thinks about what it is he has... (A really short character study, kinda)
my Merlin prompt table
There’s only so much Arthur can take when it comes to Merlin and weapons. For starters the man, hell, boy, even lifting them is funny enough. When Arthur sees Merlin reach for a sword when he is leaving to fight the dragon, there is only so much amusement he can feel before it hits him.
Merlin is serious.
The boy is not a fighter. He doesn’t have muscle to speak of, and he’s too kind of heart to kill. Merlin is far from weak, but he is even further from being a killer.
Arthur has been trained to kill since birth, there had been that much truth in what he had taunted Merlin with on their second meeting. Way back when, when Arthur hadn’t had much to care for in the world.
Since Merlin arrived life had changed. So much.
Arthur had grown further from his father, going against his word when it suited him to. Acting on his own accord to help the people he wanted to help, starting to run Camelot how he wanted to when he was King.
He had never really thought about how much Merlin had played in that. Then again, he’d always assumed it was himself changing on his own. In a way he was, but he had those helpful people along the way. He had Merlin, setting him on missions, staying by his side, being the person to take the blame. He had Morgana, challenging him at any given opportunity - or he had. And now he had Gwen.
Together they all made him the man he was. He didn’t need to wield weapons to prove himself anymore.
Author: mydoctortennant
Pairing/s: Hints of Arthur/Gwen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine etc etc
Dedication: For ff.nets coffeedazed
Summary: Arthur thinks about what it is he has... (A really short character study, kinda)
my Merlin prompt table
There’s only so much Arthur can take when it comes to Merlin and weapons. For starters the man, hell, boy, even lifting them is funny enough. When Arthur sees Merlin reach for a sword when he is leaving to fight the dragon, there is only so much amusement he can feel before it hits him.
Merlin is serious.
The boy is not a fighter. He doesn’t have muscle to speak of, and he’s too kind of heart to kill. Merlin is far from weak, but he is even further from being a killer.
Arthur has been trained to kill since birth, there had been that much truth in what he had taunted Merlin with on their second meeting. Way back when, when Arthur hadn’t had much to care for in the world.
Since Merlin arrived life had changed. So much.
Arthur had grown further from his father, going against his word when it suited him to. Acting on his own accord to help the people he wanted to help, starting to run Camelot how he wanted to when he was King.
He had never really thought about how much Merlin had played in that. Then again, he’d always assumed it was himself changing on his own. In a way he was, but he had those helpful people along the way. He had Merlin, setting him on missions, staying by his side, being the person to take the blame. He had Morgana, challenging him at any given opportunity - or he had. And now he had Gwen.
Together they all made him the man he was. He didn’t need to wield weapons to prove himself anymore.