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Eoghan (he/him) - original character

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         Sorry Y’all Tyrone doesn’t belong to us

The name Tyrone means

From The Land Of The Yew Tree and is of Irish origin. Tyrone is a name that's been used primarily by parents who are considering baby names for boys.

Tyrone Power, actor. Originally meaning "From the land of Eoghan" where Eoghan referred to the Yew Tree.

This bit is actually at the very end but there is no spoilers for the whole thing... Kinda...sorta? I mean tags always kinda give spoilers already so.... But also yes I know the cut is weird but any farther and their would be actual spoilers.

"Where did all these kids come from anyways?" 

Arthur gestured to the field where said group of teens were running about. Blossomed flowers  and blades of grass under their feet as they chased after one another.

"You were harboring half in the castle right under my nose, didn't know you were stashing them around other places too." 

"Harboring?" Merlin mumbled under his breath in an offended tone. Arthur chuckled at his offense of his obvious foibles and inclination that was present with eight teens.

Merlin sighed, "Will says I have a problem." His tone almost reluctantly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Arthur scoffed, "You say it like it's an addiction." 

"It was an accident." Merlin defended.

"You accidentally ended up with eight kids in your hands?"

Merlin simply shrugged his shoulders in response as if he didn't know how each one ended up in his care. Even if not under his supervision in the castle but rather with people he trusted would keep them safe. Though their individual safety and how much they all meant to him was all the same.

"When you put it like that…'' he mumbled.

"It sounds pretty bad, Merlin."

"No it-," Merlin fumbled with his words then huffed, "just a little bit."

Their eyes locked before they both chuckled. Arthur for the ridiculous situation his servant had gotten himself into yet again. And Merlin, who knew the thought that Arthur was just as bad. An attachment already formed, that if one of them were to be injured or hurt, Arthur would be there, beside Merlin, to help. 

A bout of laughter drew their attention back to the field. Watching as Mordred ran up and caught Daegal. He wrapped his arms around Daegal's midsection as he lifted his feet from the ground and spun him around. Daegal, too busy laughing to try to bother escaping. 

Merlin smiled, "You and Morgana are to blame for Mordred though." He reached over and stole a couple of grapes from Arthur's plate.

Arthur quickly shot him a pointed look. Ignoring Merlin's thieving hands as the sight was nowhere out of the normal. But rather for the comment he made. Arthur now knew exactly the story of how everything went down many years before.

Merlin caught Arthur's look on him before he looked away. He looked back to say something but nothing came out. He rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe I'm to blame for that one too." 

The king smiled at Merlin's unusual habit or so to speak, while he shook his head. 

"I can't help it!" Merlin exclaimed.

"You have a kind heart, Merlin." Something if never said out loud, could be said by glances and unneeded words; that Arthur hoped never changed.

"Merlin!" 

"Arthur!"

They both looked up to find Daegal and Mordred waving them over. 

Merlin in turn held up his hand, telling both to wait a second, but that they would come. Everyone else with them, doing the same. Calling or running off to drag the others into their game. 

"They all admire you," Arthur said, "admire each other in a way too." 

Merlin smirked, "This is our family." He pushed himself up to his feet 

"No one has any family left so… I guess we made our own." 

They both looked over as Morgana and Gwen got dragged up and over to the rest by Kara and Drea.

"Everyone here." Merlin continued. He looked down and gave Arthur a content smile before back to what was going on.

He looked over to see Gilli and Lamia doing their part as Will and Freya were dragged from their laid back relaxed positions on the grass. Merlin wished Lancelot was there with them as well. Instead too busy inside with George, keeping the rest of the knights from following them and curious what the group was doing out in the fields.

But he knew one day, like Arthur, Gwen and Lancelot they would soon find out. Hopefully joining them out among the flowers and open space where they could run and not be running from the said knights.

"I think Tristan and Isolde are beginning to grow fond as well." He said and looked over to see Eoghan and Sefa pulling the couple over as well. Sefa's hair having just been braided back by Isolde, now was bound to become a mess again with all the running about.

Leaving only him and Arthur left to make their way over to the others.

A4