Merlin One Shots

A Dream Wedding

A/N: As per request by @Frosty9000isawesome: a Freylin wedding. I hope that you like it!

Setting: None in particular.

Description: Today is the happiest day of Merlin's life.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or whatever feelings this might invoke.

Freya paced nervously around the bright room, wringing her hands together. Her white dress trailed behind her on the floor.

"Freya, if you don't stop pacing, you'll wear a path into the floor." Gwen placed a hand on her friend's arm. "Or worse, a hole into your dress." That made the girl settle down somewhat.

"What if something happens?" Freya asked, chewing on her lip. "What if my magic gets out of control? What if his magic gets out of control? What if I trip while walking down the aisle? What if-"

"Freya!" Gwen's no-nonsense voice broke through her worries. "You'll be just fine. Now stop worrying and let me fix your hair. It became loose during all your pacing."

Freya sighed. "You're right, Gwen. I'm being rather silly right now, aren't I?"

"It's perfectly normal to feel nervous. I remember when Arthur and I got married. I practically ran away I was feeling so scared." Gwen smiled at the memory. "Merlin was actually the one to get me to calm down. I felt so bad for him- he was running between me and Arthur all morning." Freya laughed, some of her tension melting away. "But the moment I saw Arthur, all of my worries and fear melted away. It was like it was just the two of us in the room." She pushed one final pin into place in Freya's hair, stepping back to admire her work.

"Thank you, Gwen." Freya turned around to face her friend. "For everything."

"If you two ladies are done chatting away, you do have a wedding to get to!" Both women looked to see Arthur standing in the doorway, waiting impatiently.

"Right, well," Gwen checked over Freya one last time. "We don't want to keep Merlin waiting, do we?"

"I doubt he'd know the difference." Arthur interjected. "He's just... staring into space with an idiot grin on his face. If I didn't know he was getting married, I'd say he was enchanted."

"He is enchanted, Arthur." Gwen said, grinning slyly at Freya. "He's enchanted with the love of his life."

Freya smirked. "Well, I hope that the enchantment doesn't effect anything that he does. Especially not for tonight." Gwen burst out laughing as Arthur gagged, loudly.

"That was not something I wanted to think about." The king muttered, his face pale.

"Whatever are you referring to, my lord?" Freya asked innocently. "I was simply saying that I hope Merlin gets the chance to enjoy the wonderful feast after the ceremony." Arthur shot her a glare, but couldn't help but smile at the happiness that shone in her eyes. It mirrored Merlin's expression so much that it convinced Arthur even more that the two were made for each other.

They reached the large, ornate doors that marked their destination. Arthur gave one last smile to Freya before entering, and just before the doors closed, Freya caught the smallest glimpse of Merlin standing in there.

"Are you ready?" Gwen squeezed her hands reassuringly.

"To marry the man I love?" Freya nodded. "I always have been."

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Merlin couldn't help but smile. It felt like he'd been doing it ever since Freya returned, but today, it was wider than ever. He sat in his large chambers -which he was still getting used to- with Gwaine's quiet humming keeping him company.

"Merlin, what-" the sentence was cut off by the sound of a shriek. The sound of Arthur's voice had startled the Court Sorcerer, and when he turned around to face the source of the shriek, he saw the Once and Future King hovering upside down. Gwaine chortled at the sight while Arthur huffed in indignation.

"Er- sorry Arthur. My magic is a little out of sorts today."

"Yes, yes, that's nice. But can you get me down?!"

"Right, right, sorry." With a wave of his hand, Arthur was sent crashing to the ground with another shriek. The king scowled as he picked himself up, brushing his clothes off.

"Why did I make you my Court Sorcerer again?" Arthur asked.

"Because I revealed my magic, died, came back, and saved your life all within ten minutes?" Merlin grinned.

"No, no, that's not it." Arthur dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Come on," Gwaine threw his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "We all know its because Gwen made him do it." Arthur glared at the knight, making Merlin laugh.

"Listen, the only reason I came is to tell you that it's time. Gwaine, you take Merlin, and I'll go get Freya." The knight nodded, grabbing the warlock by his shoulder and dragged him out of the room.

"Let's go mate. We gotta get you up there before the nerves start kicking in. I promised Arthur and Gwen that I wouldn't let you get cold feet." Not that he would ever even consider walking away from this. Merlin let his mind slip off into dream land once more as Gwaine led him down the castle halls.

The next thing he knew, Merlin was standing in front of a crowd, staring intently at the doors, as if that would make Freya enter faster. He fidgeted nervously with his sleeves while shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Suddenly the doors opened, and Merlin watched as Arthur walked in. The king walked quickly up to Merlin, and the chattering of people in the room died down considerably.

Arthur grinned as he placed a hand on Merlin's shoulder. "Are you ready?"

"To marry the love of my life? I always have been."

"You're such a girl Merlin." Arthur teased, poking fun at the choice of words.

"Freya won't think so. Especially not after tonight." Merlin dropped his voice down to a whisper, just to make sure no one heard it. However, everyone heard Arthur's groan.

"Oh no, there's two of them." Arthur muttered to himself.

The sound of the doors opening once more made Merlin's gaze focus on them. In walked Freya, with Gwen right behind her.

Merlin felt an indescribable feeling as he watched her practically glide towards him, almost as if in a dream. It was like he was seeing her again for the first time. Merlin carefully memorized every single detail about her, so that he could always have this to hold onto, even when they were both old and grey.

And now, Freya was standing in front of him, a wide smile on her face. The ceremony went by quickly, but Merlin felt as if it couldn't go fast enough.

"And I pronounce you husband and wife." Arthur announced proudly. "You may kiss-" the king didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence.

Everything faded away until Freya was all that there was.

Until Freya was everything.

With her lips on his, Merlin knew it was destined to be.

Geez this was so sappy. I legitimately considered adding on at the end
"And Merlin woke up."
But I figured that was cruel, even for me. I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!