His own private Camelot
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Author:
bunnysworld
Title: His own private Camelot
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin misses a place that never existed
Warnings: none
Word Count: 170
Prompt: hiraeth
Author's Notes: Thanks
issy5209 for the beta!
Gwen sighed when she saw Merlin sitting on the window sill, holding the book. It was a story about knights and wizards and dragons and a king and his love, a children’s book that they read together when they were five. And seven, and ten. But Merlin could never let the book go and sometimes he fell into this strange mood like he was missing a place that never even existed.
“Camelot-yearning again?” Lance asked softly and Gwen nodded.
“If only I knew how to get him out of it.”
The doorbell rang and Lance let go of Gwen to let the guys in who had come to watch the World Cup with him.
Merlin didn’t seem to notice the place filling with people and only looked up when Arthur, one of Lance’s footie mates, stepped up to him to say hi.
When Merlin’s eyes started to shine and a shy but happy smile crept onto his face, Gwen nodded. It looked like Merlin finally found his own private Camelot.
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Title: His own private Camelot
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin misses a place that never existed
Warnings: none
Word Count: 170
Prompt: hiraeth
Author's Notes: Thanks
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Gwen sighed when she saw Merlin sitting on the window sill, holding the book. It was a story about knights and wizards and dragons and a king and his love, a children’s book that they read together when they were five. And seven, and ten. But Merlin could never let the book go and sometimes he fell into this strange mood like he was missing a place that never even existed.
“Camelot-yearning again?” Lance asked softly and Gwen nodded.
“If only I knew how to get him out of it.”
The doorbell rang and Lance let go of Gwen to let the guys in who had come to watch the World Cup with him.
Merlin didn’t seem to notice the place filling with people and only looked up when Arthur, one of Lance’s footie mates, stepped up to him to say hi.
When Merlin’s eyes started to shine and a shy but happy smile crept onto his face, Gwen nodded. It looked like Merlin finally found his own private Camelot.