Thursday: rare pairings

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Today's theme is rare pairings. A rare pairing you love or trying out something new, just so long as the pairing is rare.

Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces.
Spoilers are not allowed in prompts even when warned for.

Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Supernatural, Anna/Crowley, deals
Supernatural, Lisa/Balthazar, he doesn't leave
Supernatural, John/Gabriel, new beginings

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Unwelcome guardian pt1 / 3

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Merlin stood by the lakeside, using the clam waters as a mirror. He smiled, straightening his collar. Today he finally got some benefits of being a spoiled prince’s servant. Today he got to attend a ball as a guest, no filling drinks, no testing possibly poisoned food, no acting the jester. Him posh noble clothes, sat at the same table as Arthur. He even chose to take his annul bath a month early without any prompting.

He smoothed his hair with a damp hand one final time before walking calmly – no he absolutely did not do anything like skipping, and if any of the knights on guard tell you different they were lying – back to the castle to get dressed.

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Merlin puffed his long gown before pulling himself up and striding into the Great Hall, head held high. Finally he could make an entrance amongst the stuffy nobles, he could walk along as if he belonged here. Because tonight –.

“Merlin!” screeched an all too familiar voice to his left. “Why is my armour not cleaned for the tournament tomorrow?” he fumed, his voice echoing around the room heedless of the other guests staring. “I’ll assume that if you’re here you’ve also sharpened every sword in the armoury, arranged my clothes for tomorrow, reshod my horse, waahed the windows of my chamber and caught that bloody mouse!” during this rant he’d been stalking through the quickly parting guests towards the beet-faced Merlin, voice only getting louder with proximity. “No? No I haven’t done it, Sire? No, I’m useless and deserve hanging, Sire? Or no, I’m going to do it right now, Sire?” He raised a silent eyebrow at Merlin, the servant desperately trying to hold back the tears filling his eyes.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Sire,” muttered Merlin, turning and fleeing. He wanted nothing more to be out of the view of all those nobles, people he’d hoped to be on equal with for one night. He ran aimlessly through the corridors for several minutes, finally slowing in an unlit passage way, a bitter draft flowing through the window.

Something bumped against the back of his head. He violently swatted it away. Great, he thought, now the building is going to bury me, as if my life couldn’t get any worse. He carried on walking, hands hanging limply at his sides, at a loss without pockets. Something bumped into his head again. He swatted at it, again feeling nothing.

“Ow,” came a quiet but certain squeak.

Merlin span around, wishing for a torch. “Who the hell is there?” he called into the dark and empty space, into the darkness beyond. “I don’t know what kind of game this is, but I’m really not in the mood.”

A blue light flashed in the corner of his vision. He span around, eyes searching the darkness, rage filling his face.

“I’m sorry Master Emrys, I did not mean to startled you,” squeaked a voice near the ceiling. Merlin looked up, automatically preparing his magic. “I came to help,” rush the voice, as a blue ball of light a little bigger than a goblet floated to eye level. “My name is Willamena, and I am your fairy godmother!” The light bounced, voice going higher pitched.