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"uh huh." raised eyebrow in mock concern for his knight's dastardly plan. in truth, he had zero qualms about following lancelot to wherever he wanted. arthur trusted him with his life after all. "i'll humour you, fy marchog." spoken as lancelot climbed into the sleigh with him, pressed right against his side and grabbing the reins in preparation to set off. then they were off, coasting down into the white domain.

avalon in the winter wasn't like this, neither had been camelot. watching the sights pass them by. the scenery was beautiful. things were familiar, the snow falling and painting the environment white. the trees still and coated with snow, at least till a gust of wind passed through, shaking minuscule flakes off. but things were also different. wildlife was different for one, so was the flora. arthur was certain he saw quite a few unique creatures he hadn't ever set his eyes on before.

all too soon, the sleigh ride ended, the reindeer slowing to a halt in the grove next to a frozen lake. like something out of a painting. it was almost breathtaking.

he leaned into the hand against his cheek. only for lance to pull away, taking his hand and arthur's breath away. perhaps arthur liked his knight more than might be wise. though he doubted it was too much of a secret; what with their frequent couplings. but mayhaps not to the extent that, unbeknownst to arthur, lancelot felt in regards to him. lips quirking up into a smile as he tilted his head, "you know i wasn't always a king right. i can start a fire." the king got up, seeing his own breath come out of his mouth as he exhaled. the air was much much colder here, out in the wild, but the furs he had on kept most of it from seeping into his person and bones.

it was nice that lance wanted to do this for him and was so subservient but arthur needed to keep his hands busy. he was a man of action. always had been — something that had been a part of him since his youth... considering how he was raised. always moving. always active. he wasn't just going to sit still.

“you’ve got the firewood.” he's sure lancelot was well prepared, as he always was, considering he'd magically found the time to plan this little getaway. his knight would have made sure that they didn't have to go chopping trees or picking up fallen branches. “i'll handle it.” his tone booked no argument. looking towards the bag, and then into it. confirming his suspicions, arthur pulled out a couple of logs to start, tinder materials and small kindlings; enough for a fire. he'd unload the rest later.

asking him to do nothing in the wilderness. where he far preferred spending time in over the courts? no chance in annwn. arthur was in his element here, among nature. besides, lance surely had a great many things to do apart from that — setting up the tent, surveying and clearing the area — arthur wouldn't mind helping to ease that burden.

he began gathering the stones and rocks for the base of his fire and placed them next to the wood he had obtained previously. once arthur found a good spot near where lancelot was setting up, the blonde squat down and began working on his task. clearing away small circle of snow and pebbles, the king arranged the rocks in a similar pattern before bunching tinder material in the centre. he then stacked kindling around it, being mindful to leave gaps for the air to flow. next, he followed up with the wood for fuel, forming a frame around everything else except the rocks.

working in relative silence, barring humming a tune, arthur casted a glance at what his knight was doing as he examined his masterpiece. once satisfied that it would hold and keep a fire going, he proceeded to create the sparks needed for it with a flint and steel — it took a couple of tries, considering the temperature of the winds, but arthur managed to get the tinder to ignite, watching as the flames spread and grew, engulfing his carefully constructed structure in heat and fire.

one  may  wonder  how  lancelot  had  managed  to  be  his  kingdom's  loyal  shadow  &  still  planned  a  trip  like  this,  but  ...  lance  didn't  share  his  secrets  for  this  one  would  forever  remain  an  unspoken  promise  between  him  &  thomas  -  the  man  arthur  probably  saw  with  him.  not  that  lance  minded.  thomas  had  done  a  great  job  &  lance  did,  too.  not  to  toot  his  own  horn  &  all  that.  with  the  right  motivation,  everything  was  possible  if  you  asked  him.  oh,  lance  was  plenty  motivated  to  get  arthur  away  from  everybody.  he  loved  what  he  did,  being  by  his  king's  side  &  ensuring  nobody  with  ill  intent  got  close.  he  did.  but  to  have  arthur  all  to  himself,  even  if  only  for  a  day  or  two  —  well,  that  was  true  happiness  in  a  nutshell.  stolen  moments,  the  old  knight  held  dear  above  anything  else.  not  that  he  shared  the  importance  of  those  trips  with  his  liege.  "calm,  you'll  see."  my  love.  "my  king."

his  main  motivation  was  the  king's  health  &  sanity  —  his  own  ulterior  moves  came  second.  were  they  ulterior  when  all  he  wished  for  was  for  arthur  to  be  healthy  &  happy?  surely...  not.  he  refused  to  believe  that,  but  even  if  so,  he  would  take  the  blame  &  carry  it  with  him  for  the  rest  of  his  life.  he'd  piled  up  enough  sins  to  last  him  a  lifetime  anyway,  so  what  was  one  more  in  exchange  of  knowing  arthur  had  had  a  good  time?  shaking  his  head  a  little  when  he  noticed  he'd  just...  stared,  lost  in  thought  while  arthur  got  into  the  sleigh.  "you'll  find  out  soon  enough,  my  king."  little  smile,  little  bow  before  he  walked  around  the  sleigh  to  make  sure  everything  was  in  order.  gentle  palm  run  over  the  reindeer's  snout  &  head,  petting  it  gently.  felt  almost  like  his  horse.

"i've  had  some  time."  that  smile  turned  into  a  little  grin  at  that,  followed  by  a  long  shrug  of  his  shoulders.  sacrifice  a  little  sleep,  a  little  free  time.  nothing  too  bad.  again,  he  profited  from  this,  too.  he  was  more  than  willing  to  make  sacrifices  in  the  process.  arthur  should  know  by  now  that  there  was  nothing  in  this  world  (or  the  next)  he  wouldn't  do  for  him.  nothing.  wasn't  that  the  point  of  knights?  why  else  did  they  exist  if  not  to  protect  &  serve  their  king?

"just  ...trust  me.  relax,  enjoy  the  view.  we're  taking  the  scientific  route."  he  heard  it  was  ...stunning  &  truth  be  told,  he  believed  it  already.  with  a  little  nod  when  he  checked  everything,  he  climbed  into  the  sleigh  to  sit  next  to  arthur,  not  leaving  any  space  whatsoever  between  their  legs.  it  was  just  them,  so.  grabbing  the  reins,  he  pulled,  rumbling  a  little  let's  go  to  make  the  mighty  creature  move.  it  worked.

"merlin  knows.  he's  holding  up  the  fort,  so  don't  worry,  okay?"  head  tilted  to  the  side  so  that  his  eyes  could  bore  into  his  king's  very  soul  so  that  he  could  see  how  very  honest  lance  was.  always.

as  they  rode  the  sleigh  across  frozen  lands,  they  truly  did  come  upon  a-many  sights  neither  of  them  experienced  before.  he  assumed  so  anyway.  the  land  was  vast  &  covered  in  snow  in  every  direction,  but  there  was  wildlife  out  here.  little  birds  with  short  arms  &  black,  white  pattern  on  their  entire  bodies  waddled  around  among  other  things.  the  journey  wasn't  actually  that  long.  admittedly,  they  held  a  few  times  for  sightseeing  purposes,  but  …they'd  still  been  quite  quick.  glancing  at  the  slip  of  paper  with  the  map  on  it...  this  seemed  to  be  the  place.  a  frozen  lake,  some  sort  of  a  grove  -  no  doubt  beautiful  in  summer  &  flat  land  to  built  the  tent.  exactly  what  he  wanted.

"this  is  it.  you  can  remain  seated,  my  king.  i've  got  a  few  things  to  do."  make  a  fire,  for  example  or  building  the  tent.  hand  against  the  man's  cheek,  trying  to  caught  his  temp.  seemed  okay.  then  he  pulled  the  big  bag  from  the  sleigh  to  start.

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there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword he will tear your city down, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, lord

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JAKE STORMOEN The Outpost 1.04 "Strange Bedfellows"

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"not that i was going to... but can't you just fix it with magic?" he laughed. he's not stupid, no point ruining clothes that could just as easily be slipped off a man's frame. besides, arthur had no idea where his mage got his clothes from but he was certain it wouldn't take much for merlin to procure them again — considering his constant travels. it was decidedly quirky and definitely caused quite a stir in court, not that it seemed to bother the other. arthur himself was unfazed and he'd always paid the allegations that he was consorting with the darkness of the mystic arts no mind. he wouldn't be here without merlin after all.

arthur expected this. merlin's demeanour and general behaviour was something he had long since gotten used to. not to say that he couldn't still be surprised by him, but he'd learnt how to tamper the other, tame the brat so to speak.

and then merlin climbed over him, and the king listened to and followed the man's words. he can relax. he should relax. uncertain times like these, portals to other worlds opening, could leave him high strung. it was sound advice, even without the context of what the wizard really meant in the moment. arthur leaned against the pillows, propping himself up so he could get a good view of merlin doing his best work. pulling his hand back to let the other work him over. "that's it lin." groaning slightly as the man licked his sticky shaft, stirring it further awake. hand on his body, his thigh and ass, while arthur's own would usually make their way to his lover's head, today he held back. one hand resting lazily on the hard muscle of his stomach while the other was on the back of his own head, supporting it. the king thrust upward as his cockhead was swallowed, eager to get more of his inches into the yapping mage's mouth. "open up." if there was one thing to shut him up, even if only for a while...

“Aw, don't sulk, Arthur. I keep an eye on you from afar." The wizard smiles with a gentle pat on the cheek. That is true. Either through premonition or a familiar, Merlin does keep tabs on Arthur and Avalon even when he is away... but sometimes forgets to check. It's like with emails. He gets the notifications, reads and then forgets to reply. Besides, he experiences time differently from mortals. Days and months don't feel so different from him and sometimes he just loses the track of time... Does he feel bad about it? Not really, but he hates it when Arthur gets upset. "And that's an excellent way to get your pretty little head smacked, my boy." He warns gently though he will not hesitate to thwack the king in the head if his clothes are ruined.

Merlin thoroughly enjoy it when his king gets cocky and smug. It gets him going. That is how he taught Arthur; confident, self-assured and claiming what he wants as if he already owned it. "You know I'm your loyal advisor, willing to fulfill your needs and wants." The bed smells like their cum and sweat, a filthy mess unbecoming of a king's bedchamber but Merlin finds it exhilarating. Intoxicating. Sex is addiction to the half-demon, better than any drug.

The way Arthur utters 'just one' probably suggests that it is not going to be just once... But Merlin doesn't care as soon as their lips meet again. The perpetually void within him purrs, gratified by the arousal and pleasure. Merlin is if anything eager and his hand fits right around the king's hardened cock. Not before he spits on his palm, though. He knows every curve and crease of Arthur's body and he knows how to serve his king. "Yes, Your Royal Majesty." He says with a flair but his smirk suggests he is going to be a brat about it. With a surprising strength he flips their bodies around, sitting on top of Arthur. "Be a good king and lie back, relax, and let me service you," He cackles, shrugging off his shirts and climbing down to the crouch. Arthur does have a beautiful cock and the wizard loves polishing it. Still sticky from the onslaught of last night, Merlin licks the dried cum off the shaft and swallows the head. Meanwhile his hand is caressing Arthur's thigh, squeezing the muscular ass and getting to the balls.

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KING AELSTROM SECRET LEVEL 1x03 New World: The Once and Future King

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"you always do. even if it's just my company." his smile definitely more genuine than his first, even as morgan approached him, on steps up to the throne where people seldom ventured. the witch spoke the truth however, arthur was weary. how could he not be? even after years, he'd probably never fully got used to the mental weight of the crown. the physical was easy. but as a man born and lived outside the palace... not carefree per se — when he had strict training and such from merlin, lance and sir ector, but certainly lax in a way where he had a lot more time to himself, arthur preferred it when the role and responsibility of being a king didn't weigh him down constantly. "a massage would do my shoulders some good." he flexed his shoulders to ease some of the tension that had seeped in from sitting on a throne all day.

Morgan has watched the whole time from the darkness, just out of sight, unassuming in his black doublet and leathers, adorned with silver jewelry that glinted like starlight or the dew that dripped down ancient trees. When the throne room had gone quiet, emptied of courtiers and knights, Morgan had stayed there a moment, in the dark, observing Arthur. Finally he made himself known, smirking a bit as the king realized he was there, adjusting his crown. "And why do you assume I want anything from you, my king?" Morgan asked, head tilting up as he padded a slow path towards the throne, eyes sweeping Arthur's form, slouched there on the throne. "You look weary. Can I not just lend an ear, or a touch, to a tired patriarch?" Morgan stopped, feet from Arthur, head tilted. "I am a healer, after all. Or as some say."

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a frown, a raised eyebrow. all before he was unceremoniously escorted away from the crowd. arthur had been mingling with a couple of strangers, participating in conversation with them. light, harmless conversation... that didn't seem to go anywhere, as was usually the case at events like these. that didn't mean they weren't important, on the contrary, they were sometimes even more important than the serious ones. say the wrong thing to the wrong person — well, there could be dire consequences depending on who it was: a mark on your person figuratively, exile, or even execution. the king was technically one such person but usually he was of a nature that would let such things pass unless it was an attack on his character, kingdom or its citizens.

clad in a fur coat, thicker than his usuals, arthur followed, or rather, let himself be led towards whatever pressing matter lancelot had decided to grace him with; giving his conversation partners a hurried nod, "apologies all, i must take my leave."

once the blonde had been directed outside, trudging through snow had revealed the matter at hand. definitely not actually urgent. but glad for the distraction and ruse nonetheless. "lance. what is all this then?" though, he'd have an idea: a little impromptu trip organised by his knight. one of many, but this far out, in this weather? bold. still, arthur eyed the little exchange his knight and a stranger had before sitting on the sleigh as requested. that was new, the reindeer too — though not unlike a carriage and horses.

"where're you taking me, sir lancelot?" he's surprised the other had time to even scout for a location or even plan a little escapade. but clearly lance was prepared. bags filled to the brim with unknown contents, food, drinks, a tent, blankets, pillows and furs if arthur had to hazard a guess. "and when did you carve out the necessary time to concoct and follow through with this little plan then?"

sometimes that unwavering loyalty scared him. of what arthur could ask of his knight and how'd he do anything that was requested of him. of the power he held over his elder, and the worse of it all, willingly given. sometimes the care and attention lancelot gave him pleased him. of how thoughtful the other could be, little details that would go unnoticed were he lesser. arthur may not always look the part but he kept his eye open. he had to, as a king, and as a man that grew up unaware of his true heritage, having to train and fight for what he wanted. so the once and future king definitely appreciated all that his friend, advisor, knight and occasional frequent lover did. if not always said, then revealed and affirmed by his actions.

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at  first  glance,  this  place  —  this  north  pole  didn’t  look  too  different  from  their  home  in  winter,  but  he  knew  that  there  was  more  to  it.  a  day  or  so  here  &  he’d  heard  plenty  of  stories  about  this  place  &  the  lands  around  it.  unmatched  wilderness  lost  to  relentless  snowfall  &  low  temperatures.  lance  was  not  one  to  brag  —  much,  but  he  was  quite  smug  about  packing  additional  furs  before  leaving.  preparation  was  key,  especially  when  plans  had  to  be  set  in  motion  &  lance…  had  plans.  they  would  need  some  more  time  for  last  minute  finishing  touches  once  he  was  actually  at  the  location,  but  he’d  manage.  being  a  king’s  loyal  knight  was  an  easy  job  &  yet  …  it  wasn’t.  not  when  you  were  also  a  friend.  it  did  help  him  see  what  others  couldn’t,  though.

with  those  pre-planned  days  of  preparations  coming  to  an  end,  he  was  ready  to  execute  said  plan.  everything  was  accounted  for.  well,  except  for  the  king.  finding  him  would  be  easy;  convincing  him  to  leave.  not  so  much,  but  lance  had  a  pretty  good  success  rate.  besides,  if  need  be  -  he'd  use  force.  arthur  may  be  the  king  &  he  was  his  loyal  servant,  but  he  was  the  better  fighter  &  stronger,  too.  arthur's  extra  inches  in  height  or  not.  clad  in  festive  garb,  rather  than  his  usual  armor,  lance  had  made  his  way  through  the  crowd,  looking  for  that  all  too  familiar  blond  mop  of  hair  &  when  he  finally  found  it  -  lost  in  chatter,  he  leapt.

walking  up  behind  him  &  up  to  his  side,  hand  balled  into  a  fist  on  his  chest.  "my  lord."  little  bow,  head  dropped  on  his  chest.  "urgent  matters  await.  we  need  to  take  our  leave  right  now."  he  didn't  wait  for  an  answer,  instead  -  an  arm  wound  around  the  man's  broad  frame,  gently  urging  him  in  the  direction  he  wanted  him  in,  away  from  curious  glances  &  nosy  ears.  outside  where  he'd  hopefully  find  the  result  of  peculiar  planning  ahead.  after  a  short  march  through  the  snow,  he  did.  a  sleigh  awaited  them,  bags  hanging  off  its  sides,  some  were  placed  on  top  -  including  a  rather  big  one  (a  tent).  reindeers  were  strapped  in  front,  huffing  impatiently.

a  man  stood  nearby  &  lance  gave  him  a  small  bag  -  as  promised.  little  smile,  little  nods  exchanged  &  a  hand  on  each  other's  chests.  what  a  little  scheming  could  do  to  two  strangers.  "please,  sit."  a  little  smile  now  tugging  on  the  knight's  lips  when  his  eyes  met  his  king's.  or  his  friend's.  maybe  something  in-between.  this  wasn't  the  first  time  he  kidnapped  him,  it  surely  wouldn't  be  the  last.  "fear  not,  my  king,  i've  brought  everything  we  need."

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Gavin Stenhouse as Hot Priest Father Brian 8.06 "Confessions"

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for: morgan; @beastlyfay location: avalon, arthur's castle, throne room

with the court session having ended not too long ago, arthur sighed and ran a hand over his face. the day's proceedings had left him a little weary, slouching in his throne. crown slightly askew. the sound of footsteps against the marbled floor, had him straighten up as the man revealed himself from the shadows. his hand went up to adjust the metal weight on his head. appearing the ever prim and proper monarch, arthur smiled, ready to greet the witch. the king cast his eyes around for any of his (other) advisors or knights, finding himself alone with morgan. "now what i can do for you, morgan?"

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CHARLIE HUNNAM as Arthur King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

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"implying you stay around long enough to watch." merlin in his everlasting life seemed to bore and tire of things at seemingly the strangest of times. the blonde had seen the wizard disappear often, sometimes for months on end, but it appeared to be that merlin always came back... though arthur couldn't help but occasionally wonder if sometimes he wouldn't; or mayhaps even return decades later when his blonde hair would have turned grey and he'd passed the throne to an heir. "a blade would cut through it easy." or render them to shreds which arthur knew the wizard wouldn't appreciate. his only truly viable magical talent as of now was the magical connection he had with his sword — excalibur, forged in magic, wielded by almost none but him — whatever enchantments it had that granted him superhuman strength and speed, and whatever latent magic he could channel through it.

"among others, i'm certain." arthur left it vague as to whether he meant merlin taught him other things as well; or that others he coupled with also helped him learn what he needed to sexually. perhaps the true answer was both in that moment. arthur was not surprised that merlin acquiesced, unless merlin genuinely had somewhere world saving to be. the king knew it was a combination of both him and the promise of sex that got the immortal to stay. "you could never deny your king."

his face turned serious for a moment as his advisor negotiated. before the facade dropped as chuckle was met with a heartier laughter. his lips turned upwards in a grin as he kissed him again, "aye. just one." if it remains at one. knowing how merlin got most times. knowing how he got most times. and how they kept up with each other. just the thought of it and the physical intimacy already had his body reacting, blood pooling south as he grew hard. as arthur's tongue pushed forward into the wizard's mouth, trading saliva, the hand on the fabric eased one side of merlin's weird tunic shirt off the other's shoulder, while the other hand grasped at merlin's own, directing him to his manhood. arthur parted for breath as his hand around his friend and lover's gripped his thick member. "go ahead, service your liege."

The wizard grins right back at the king. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" Some would call his words toward King Arthur insubordinate or even treacherous, but Merlin has always been this way. Merlin the Wild does not submit to any authority, unless it's kinky that way and even then he is a brat. He is committed to (well, as committed as the time-and-space traveling wizard can be) Arthur, but only because it's fun. "And miss out on you dealing with vessels and secretaries? Where's the fun in that?" Merlin laughs, swatting away the fingers. He did try to teach Arthur some magic but he (Merlin) got kind of bored so it went nowhere. "Well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to undress me, my lord, since your spell sucks." He taunts with his chin pointed upward haughtily.

"Corrupting? ...hmph, I guess I taught you too well on the sex department." Growing up with a part-incubus around him probably didn't help with that insatiable carnal needs... So Merlin doesn't deny the 'cast a spell on the king' accusation. He heard that before. He just lies there, rolling his eyes on that. "My master plan was to escape before you wake up..." Not that Merlin is insisting on leaving or protesting the kiss. A chuckle gets muffled by Arthur's lips and the wizard lets the king claims him. "Alright, alright, just one more round, okay? I can use one more for the road." Not that he needs it, but he gets antsy and uneasy if he goes too long without physical intimacy, and Arthur is, well, good at what he does.

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"i resent that insinuation." though his tone is anything but spiteful or fury filled. he knew it was just them trading verbal banter. "someone still has to run the kingdom... unless that's something you want to do away with using magic. then i can really keep you here all day." arthur flicked two fingers at his half-dressed companion, if he had real magic he'd be able to remove them with just a thought. merlin's sense of style had always been strange, and so was his speech patterns, which the king might have picked up a thing or two from due to spending so much time with the other. "come now, clothes off."

the blonde exaggerated a fake wince at being poked, abdominals tightening in response. "can't help i've got such a corrupting influence in this very room. some would say you've casted a spell on your king, dewin. besides, i've had my rest and you know i can easily go a couple of rounds. verily, you must have seen this coming." the sheets were already stained with their various releases from their continued couplings throughout the night, certain spots certainly caked and crusted over by now; king arthur should not have been so comfortable in it, but he'd slept in worse places before. and since merlin hadn't removed the clothes he haphazardly had on, well, arthur was going to make full use of that — gripping it in his hand and pulling his mage in for heated kiss.

Merlin is not much of a sleeper. Something something incubus heritage. He often finds himself wide awake at night, sneaking a peek into others' dreams, even after round... whatever the number was. His king Arthur is fast asleep next to him and Merlin just watches over his darling boy, ensuring a sound sleep and happy dream. He admits, he did not see himself being this involved with Arthur. To be attached, to be willing to bend fates for the boy... It was supposed to be a hobby, a pet project, but it got out of hands obviously.

Sighing softly, Merlin climbs out of the bed and collects his clothes. Clear oddities among the more classical, so-called 'medieval' garbs, they are not difficult to tell apart from Arthur's. The magician always has a time and place to be and was hoping to get out before Arthur pulled him for another go at his ass... But of course, the boy stirs and wakes before he could slip out. "Y'know I've got a busy day, kiddo. Unlike someone who gets to stay in bed all day." Though he could fight it, Merlin just lets himself get dragged back into bed, falling like a boneless chicken on the sheet. Speaking of which, he should tell the servant to wash it. Thoroughly. "Are you not satisfied yet, my lord? Your cock must be sore." He gives an overdramatic sigh, poking Arthur in the stomach.

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for: merlin, @rewritale location: arthur's bedchambers

sunlight cut into the room between the curtains; not blinding but a gradual warmth that stirred arthur awake; that and the subtle movement and drip in the mattress. the king stretched languidly in his extremely large bed — big enough for more than three people even — letting his muscles and body wake up with him. enjoying the morning that he got to sleep in a little more than usual. he had most of the day free, the first in a long while; barring some emergency. perhaps he could explore the woods and enjoy the forest air in his lungs later.

naked frame covered by the blanket, he turned to his side... only to find his bed mate already getting dressed. the fabric of the blanket slipped down his torso and he propped himself up slightly, revealing his muscular pectorals. "leaving so soon, my dear wizard?" a small pout on his face that turns into a grin, hand reaching out to pull merlin back onto the bed.

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kingly duties all morning and half of the noon kept arthur busy. the unfortunate truth of an uninvited guest was that it was a disruption of schedules; which the king loathed, preferring the carefree easier-going nature of his youth. but he was king now and had duties and rules to follow. for what it was worth, while he had to make the stranger wait, arthur tried to make his guest comfortable as soon as he was informed of the other's presence by his loyal knight lancelot, ensuring the guest had a room and plenty of food... through extravagance might not have been something that would be welcome.

it was early afternoon when he finally had the time to visit his guest, glad that he didn't have to make the other wait till evening. arthur knocked on the door of the guest chambers and entered only when he was given the go ahead. the king strode in, bowing his head a little. "apologies for the delay, you have caught me on a bad day." he was dressed ruggedly, clothes certainly not befitting of a king, but it was what arthur was most comfortable in. his crown and sword stored safely away in his bedchambers. if one were to spot him in town without knowing his face, one could almost mistake him for just a random commoner. a small warm smile on his features. "i trust my knight and servants have treated you well?"

arthur gave the man on half lying on the bed, half resting against the headboard a once over, studying him. the other was conventionally attractive, if seemingly tired. merlin always warned him of strangers, something he'd also learnt from his days prior to understanding his true heritage. still, he was the picture of poise and courtesy. "i am king arthur. forgive my presumptions, but my knight told me that you do not seem like you belong in this realm and that you were lost. where are you from and who might you be? if you do not mind answering."

@excaliburwielded location: avalon - close to the portal

he  didn't  know  what  he  was  doing  -  he  really  didn't.  he  just  ...knew  one  thing,  he  had  to  get  away.  he  did  that,  but  what  now?  he  was  ...somewhere  he  didn't  recognize  &  truth  be  told,  he  was  already  filled  with  dread  &  regret.  yes,  he  was  ....upset,  he  was  worked  up  &  a  little  lost,  but  running  away  might've  not  been  the  smartest  move.  he  couldn't  just  ...go  back  now.  not  yet.  didn't  help  that  he  didn't  know  what  to  do,  or  how  to  look  his  fiancé  in  the  eyes  again.

so  yes,  maybe  his  rash  decision  to  pack  necessities  for  a  trip  through  one  of  the  portals  hadn't  been  too  bad.  soft  sigh,  eyes  roamed  the  area.  the  landscape  was  beautiful,  so  vast  &  green  -  one  with  nature  it  seemed,  that  he  found  himself  speechless.  the  urge  to  hum  a  tune  nearly  unbearable,  but  he  didn't  really  feel  like  singing  today.  like  most  days.

he'd  wandered  the  area  for  maybe  half  an  hour,  unsure  which  direction  to  go,  but  enjoying  the  sight  regardless,  when  a  man  approached  him.  no,  not  a  man.  a  knight.  littlest  of  smiles,  one  hand  on  the  strap  of  his  heavy  travel  pack  when  the  knight  approached.  he  looked  a  little  on  the  older  side,  dark  hair,  the  darkest  of  eyes,  but  he  felt  friendly.

apparently,  he'd  just  met  a  knight  working  directly  with  the  king  of  this  land.  king  arthur.  a  just  king,  he  was  told  by  sir  lancelot,  escorted  to  the  castle  where  he  was  told  to  wait  for  his  excellence.  bellamy  didn't  mind,  the  wait  gave  him  time  to  explore  the  castle.  but  the  man  who  found  him  a  little  while  after  was  the  same  as  before.

"unfortunately,  the  king  is  busy  for  the  unforeseeable  future,  but  he's  asked  me  to  escort  you  to  your  room.  you  may  stay  as  long  as  you  wish,  your  wishes  shall  be  granted  and  the  king  will  come  see  you  when  he's  able."

it  wasn't  like  ella  had  much  choice  in  the  matter,  did  he  know?  he  was  feeling  a  little  tired  from  the  long  journey  &  the  early  morning  fight,  so  maybe  this  was  for  the  best.  the  room  truly  was  too  much,  but  this  king  he  never  met  ...insisted.  so  here  he  was  -  on  the  bed,  book  in  his  lap,  propped  up  with  a  pillow  against  the  wall  &  headboard,  not  quite  awake  but  also  not  sleeping  either.

the  king?

"come  in,  please."

[excaliburwielded]

YOU HELD YOUR HEAD LIKE A HERO, ON A HISTORY BOOK PAGE. IT WAS THE END OF A DECADE, BUT THE START OF AN AGE.

gavin stenhouse, bisexual, cis man + he/him → isn’t that arthur pendragon? i hear that they're king arthur from the sword in the stone. i hear they’re 38. they seem to be chivalrous & protective, but also reckless & destructive. their aesthetics include showing off his fighting skills, golden hair in the wind, glowing eyes and a glowing sword.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ ARTHUR CLUDWR CLEDDYF PENDRAGON ] NICKNAME: [ THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING, KING ARTHUR, SWORD BEARER, ART ] AGE: [ 38 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] FAIRYTALE: [ KING ARTHUR, THE SWORD IN THE STONE ] ETHNICITY: [ BRITISH, WELSH, CELTIC ] RELIGION: [ PAGANISM ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ WELSH, ENGLISH, IRISH, SCOTTISH GAELIC ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ BIROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ BISEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM-SWITCH ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP-VERSE ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ UTHER PENDRAGON. IGRAINE PENDRAGON. ] SIBLINGS: [ MORGAN, HALF-SIBLING, UNBEKNOWNST TO ARTHUR. ] FRIENDS: [ MERLIN. MORGAN. LANCELOT. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ GAVIN STENHOUSE ] EYE COLOUR: [ BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BLONDE ] HEIGHT: [ 1.92 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, BUFF, MUSCULAR ] FACIAL HAIR: [ BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ tba. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ VARIOUS SCARS OVER HIS BODY FROM TRAINING AND BATTLES ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ TBA. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ SMART. KNOWLEDGEABLE. ] LIKES: [ SWORDS. GALAVANTING AROUND. SCALING CLIFFS. FIGHTING. ] DISLIKES: [ DARK MAGIC. LONG COURT SESSIONS. SCHEMING NOBLES. ] ALIGNMENT: [ CHAOTIC GOOD ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ DETERMINED, CHIVALROUS, PROTECTIVE, FIRM LEADERSHIP, JUST ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ RECKLESS, DESTRUCTIVE, COCKY, ROGUISH ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ EXCALIBUR. WOODEN STAFF. EXCELLENT HAND TO HAND COMBATANT. ] POWERS: [ LATENT MAGIC. SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH AND SPEED WHEN WIELDING EXCALIBUR. MINOR MAGIC CHANNELLED THROUGH EXCALIBUR. ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ SHOWING OFF HIS FIGHTING SKILLS. GOLDEN HAIR IN THE WIND. GLOWING EYES AND A GLOWING SWORD. FAST HANDS. RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET. KEEPING THE DOOR OPEN. CROWN ADORNED WITH JEWELS, OCCASSIONALLY FORGOTTEN. POLISHING HIS SWORD. PRISTINE ROBES WORTHY OF HIS STATUS. RUGGED LOOKS WHEN NOT IN COURT. SWEATING WITHOUT HIS SHIRT ON. ] INSPO: [ KING ARTHUR, KING ARTHUR: LEGEND OF THE SWORD. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE FIGHTING DRAGONS WITH YOU. // CAUSE BABY, I COULD BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THREW AT ME. AND EVERY DAY IS LIKE A BATTLE, BUT EVERY NIGHT WITH US IS LIKE A DREAM. // THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD. HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN, OH-LEI, OH-LAI, OH, LORD. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. WORSHIP. OBJECTIFICATION. COCK WARMING. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE. PUBLIC. SOMNOPHILIA. GAPING. OBJECT PLAY. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

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when his father, uther was poisoned and the throne had been seized by the leaders of the coup. merlin took arthur away to be raised in secret by the knight and lord sir ector, with the boy being unaware of his true heritage. merlin would later befriend arthur as the boy became of age and grew into a man. a man that had mastered the art of various combat techniques and styles, becoming extremely proficient with a sword, and hand to hand combatant — as was fitting of someone of royal birth.

with the help of merlin, events unfolded which led to arthur, now in his 30s, learning about the truth of himself and his royal blood. arthur's greatest feat and catalyst of learning about his heritage turned out to be the pulling of the legendary sword, excalibur, from the stone. the blonde struggled with the revelation for a time but eventually came around to it and accepted both his royal heritage and his destiny. with his chivalrous leadership and kinship with people, arthur amassed a large following to his cause and name. and with excalibur's might and power, and loyal knights and followers behind him, the rightful king stormed camelot to liberate its people from tyrannical rule and oppression. arthur then claimed his crown and throne, born for the role he assimilated well and ruled justly and righteously. even so, arthur still constantly yearned for adventures and often dresses down in something more comfortable and taking his horse out for a ride to places unknown.

eventually with the prophecy of ruin upon their kingdom, merlin brought all of them to a new realm, now named avalon, where the king has to begin his kingdom anew.

[ note: guinevere is not in my (current) portrayal and backstory, so if anything does end up happening it takes place after the inhabitants of camelot have moved to the new realm. ]

[excaliburwielded]

GAVIN STENHOUSE as Evan Hartley Kung Fu (2021) Season 1 Episode 8: “Destiny”