Wingman of the Century

Gwaine glared at her. "Alright. First one to get Merlin and Arthur to admit their feelings to each other is indisputably the Wingman of the Century." He turned on his heel and walked out, nose in the air. Some of the knights looked like they were going to argue, but with the new lack of unity (and the fear of Morgana) they shuffled out, all heading their separate ways. Gwen sighed, looking at her lover. “Morgana, is this really necessary?” “Of course!” the witch laughed. “With this mission in hand, I cannot rest. Not until they have fucked loud enough for the entire palace to hear.” OR Camelot's biggest Merthur shippers compete to get Merlin and Arthur to bone each other for the coveted title of "Wingman of the Century". Featuring Mom!Friends Gwen and Leon who really need to be paid more, scheming Gaius and the knights, Morgana enjoying herself way too much, oblivious Merthur, and enough cliches and fluff to rot your teeth. (crack taken seriously) (oop now there's angst ofc there is) (fluff central)Sequel to oneshot "Last Line of Defense" but written so that it can be read as a standalone.