#guinevere x reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: implied homophobia, it’s not gone into detail

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Love is a fickle thing

・One that we have no choice in

・That’s what Gaius said to Guinevere when she came crying to him, telling him of the love she has for both you and Morgana

・You never thought something like this could happen. You had heard of King’s taking multiple wives, but never a princess taking two partners, especially two lowborn. 

・It had to be kept a secret because King Uther would surely have the heads of both you and Guinevere - or he would banish you. And you couldn’t have either of that. 

・So you were careful and kept your secret. 

・Gaius kept it too, since he noticed the longing looks from all three of you

・Morgana and Guinevere have a layered dynamic. She’s still her servant, but that only means there’s extra time together. 

・You do feel jealous, but understand that not everything in life can be fair 

・Although Morgana and Guinevere do make it up to you 

・The relationship you have with each woman is vastly different

・With Morgana, it’s very passionate. There’s a heat that you cannot deny. You both desire each other so fiercely that it feels wrong not to be near her 

・And with Gwen, well. You feel like you’re on clouds when you’re around her. Your feet surely do not touch the ground. She’s an angel on earth. 

・Gwen keeps both of you grounded

・Morgana keeps both of you safe

・And you keep them in high spirits 

・Merlin is sure that something is happening between you and Gwen. But he doesn’t understand what Morgana has to do with it

・Arthur doesn’t notice anything at all. Why should he? He’s a King-in-waiting, and his attention lies elsewhere 

・There are a lot of stolen kisses in the corridors 

・And meetings in the forests underneath the moon 

・Morgana tells you how she feels about Uther. She says how much she hates him and that he’s a terrible person. 

・The evil that seeps into her is kept at bay by you and Gwen. The future villain that Morgana turns into is lost. Your love keeps her as a good person.

・And you tell her that she’s allowed to hate Uther for what he’s done. That people shouldn’t be killed because of their lifestyle. 

・You tell her that things will change once Arthur is King

・Those words are said constantly, to keep her calm

・Gwen brings flowers to you and Morgana every day. Your faces always brighten when you see them. 

・You and Morgana like to talk about sorcery. You’d let her know that she’s safe with you. 

・Morgana’s secret of being a sorceress would be too much to contain to herself, so she tells you

・And you don’t judge her, or tell her that anyone else will know

・Gwen fights with her feelings because she’s been brought up to think that same-sex relationship and love is wrong. That it’s dirty. But she can’t get rid of her feelings, no matter how hard she tries. 

・At the beginning of your relationship, she would be gone for days on end. Feigning sickness, but really she was fretting 

・You and Morgana told her that it was okay. She doesn’t have to partake if she doesn’t want to. But Gwen cried. Because she wanted to be with you two so badly. 

・And in the end, she couldn’t deny or push away her feelings.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Danielle’s Wings by George Fenton

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Makes A Mess (Morgana) x Cleans the Mess (Guinevere) x Is A Mess (You)

The Adventurous (Morgana) x The Unhinged (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Guinevere)

Moon (Morgana) x Sun (Guinevere) x Eclipse (You)

 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Love Defeats Evil

𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: @merlin-gifs.

[happy74827]

Can you make more Joe Goldberg? You did such aan amazing job on the first one that I NEED a second one. Just please consider. Thank. Love your fics btw 💖💖💖

Lily of the Valley

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Coffee might not be his favorite, but things can change when it involves a person like you.

WC: 659

Category: Fluff

Fortunately, I already had this small idea in mind for our lovely stalker man and this request really just put the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully it fulfills your needs 🙌 (also you’re too sweet… thank you so much for the kind words 💞)

『••✎••』

Coffee. The hard, hot, and bitter drink that is the reason many people get out of bed each day and the reason why some people stay up until the early hours of the morning. He never understood the appeal.

But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the smell of coffee beans roasting, the smell of fresh ground beans being poured into a filter, and the smell of the finished product. He didn't understand how something so bitter and disgusting could have such a calming and comforting smell.

Joe had been sitting in a booth in a coffee shop for the past few hours, watching the world outside go by, sipping a small mug of tea, and his current read, "The Woman In The Window" by A.J Finn, in front of him. His eyes were trained on the people going by, not really taking much of anything in. He was on autopilot, a default setting he slipped into whenever his mind was full of something else.

It was only when a waitress with a short, black pixie cut walked over to his table that his eyes come back into focus, and his thoughts began to slow down. She didn't look like she belonged in a coffee shop. With a long, floral dress, combat boots, and a cardigan, she was far too pretty and too interesting to be serving lattes. She was a rose in a garden full of daisies, a peacock among chickens.

Then, like a snap to reality, the sound of his name pulled him away from her and onto… you. The whole reason he was here in the first place.

If he thought the waitress was a rose, you were a whole bouquet.

"Jonathan! Are you going to order anything, or are you just going to keep sitting there, scaring all our other employees?" You said a laugh in your voice.

He hadn't even noticed the waitress had already left, and now, you were standing by the table, holding a coffee pot.

Yeah, he needs to stop letting his thoughts take over.

"No, no, I was just, uh, reading."

"Reading a book, or reading her?" You said, cocking your head to the side, indicating the waitress who had moved on to another table.

"Reading the book."

"Mhm, sure." You said, not at all convinced. God, he just wanted to kiss the smirk off your face. Those pretty lipstick-covered lips moving against his.

You shook your head, smiling.

"You want a muffin… or something? On the house, since you're a regular and all."

He looked down at the book again, then back up at you. Unlike the waitress, you were dressed for work in a black, collared shirt tucked into black pants and a black apron tied around your waist.

It told him a lot about you, like the fact that you were a rule follower organized. The other waitress played confidence to stand out. You wanted to blend in, but still, he noticed.

How could he not notice you?

"Sure."

"Blueberry, right? Your usual."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second."

You had just turned to leave before you spun on your heel and stopped.

"And, Jonathan,” you paused. "That book in your hands? Wonderful read."

As you walked away, he realized how his heart had started to beat faster, and he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

A bouquet? No, you were something far more rare and far more beautiful than that.

You were an orchid.

And when you returned with that perfectly shaped muffin and that award-winning smile, Joe decided this would be the last time he ever chased a woman. Because this one?

You?

It was as though you were a mix between all his past loves and yet someone entirely new.

You were that new orchid in the greenhouse, the lily of the valley, and he wanted to nurture you and make you grow.

It's time to stop blending in; he would bring you out to bloom.

[seduzist]

that love, the crazy kind.

guinevere beck x fem! reader

cw: mentions of sexual harassment, stalking, obsession, murder, blood, smut (just a little), reader is kinda joe in this??? idk but they’re both crazy

beck was just different, different from anything you knew, she was the type of person that enchanted since the first time you saw her, looking for some book at the store you worked at. and since this day, you couldn’t stop thinking about her, stalking her anywhere, watch carefully every step she made.

didn’t take more than 10minutes for you to find out she liked girls, it was all over her social media, likes and shares here and there, it was like she was looking almost desperately for a girlfriend. and it has to be you, you were the one.

and of course, after some months of preparation, you showed beck that undeniable truth, she fall for you easily and just like you thought she was the perfect girlfriend. she was understanding and gentle, she was funny, sexy, lovingly, respectful, smart, and all of the things you’ve ever dreamed of.

everything was just how it should be. guinevere beck was just perfect.

until, that night.

one of her terrible friends invited you both to a stupid bar with stupid people and a stupid guy couldn’t stop looking at you. at first, she maintained her calm and silence, she wasn’t the jealous type, not at all.

she didn’t even lose it when he tried to hit you, asking you if he could buy a drink and giving a little drunk smirk that made she wants to take it off his face.

but when you denied the offer politely, telling him you weren’t interested, he tried to touch you, not your arm, or your hand, he tried to grab you by the waist and give you a kiss. of course you pushed him and told him to “get the fuck off”. he did.

beck was so perfect after this, she driven you home, told you to shower, helped you sleep with a nice mug of tea. she made you feel safe and sound like always, but that wasn’t enough, she had to actually keep you safe.

when you slept, she thought about the whole plan, she could stay with you all night, or she could go back to that stupid bar and make that idiot pay for trying to mess with was hers, and the second option looked way better.

so she got back, it was late at night, she waited in the totally empty and dark parking lot. the establishment wasn’t exactly the type that have cams on it, and by this angle she had the perfect view of who enters or leaves.

two hours passed, but beck was still wide awake, then she saw him, staggering pathetically, so drunk that at every step he didn’t fall could be considered a record.

she gets out of the car, approaching him, faking a smile.

“hi!” she said, getting his attention. “want to see something?”

[…]

when beck got back home, her clothes were drained in semi dry blood and she still had shiverings all over her, she did everything right? she got rid of the murder weapon, she disappeared the body, she made sure to drive back home in the way where there’s no cameras.

when beck took her dirty clothes off and went to a good and long shower, she made sure to take a good look at your sleeping figure, to remind her why she did all of this, it was worth it.

but if she truly trusted you and knew about your past, maybe if she had told you about what she did, you would have the opportunity to tell beck that a corpse floats on water after a few days of death, and that amounts of blood can’t go away in laundry, it must be burned.

when she did wake you up, through, it wasn’t to talk, it wasn’t even purposefully, she was just making noises and shaking the bed, when you looked at your side, you saw her, all naked with a pillow between her thighs.

“beck?” you called and she immediately stopped.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.” her voice sounded genuinely sorry, but deep inside you knew she wanted you to wake up.

“it’s okay, keep going.” you whispered back, already sitting on the edge of the bed taking off your pajamas.

you couldn’t take your eyes off of her, her perfect body looked so good while pleasuring herself, you felt eager to touch her, but still undressed yourself slowly as she looked at you, like the sight alone made her even hornier.

when you finished, you get on top of her, taking the pillow off of her hands and kissing her instead, it’s like both of you were starving for each other, you didn’t know what made beck so eager but she certainly was.

you passed one leg through her waist, putting both of your centers together, it felt so good and warm, you couldn’t help but moan against her lips, starting in slow movements against her.

but when you looked down at her, you saw it, a little stain of dry blood just above her chest, you stopped immediately.

“what’s this?” you touched her skin, showing her exactly where it was the stain, she stuttered a few times but after some minutes she told you about everything. she thought you would be mad, or scared, she thought you would leave her, but you didn’t.

that night, you both made love more ferociously and lovingly than ever, for hours until your bodies couldn’t move anymore, that was the night when you and beck recognized you were equal, that isn’t a reason to hide each other’s feelings or personalities. that was the night where you felt like you belonged with someone, for the very first time.

[kaekae444]

me core!!!

(i have a problem)

[elizabethlailolsenfan]

Lil bean 💕

Vanessa Shelly X reader and Guinevere Beck x reader are in the works 😊

[bumblesimagines]

i bet your neighbors hate us.

you're wearing my shirt.

Guinevere Beck

you're wearing my shirt.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

Pronouns: They/Them/Their, GN!Reader

The dream of a nice vacation on a warm, sunny beach in a new country waiting to be explored shattered abruptly at the agonizing sound of your alarm blaring in your ear over and over again until you lazily pawed at your phone and somehow managed to silence it. You sighed heavily into your pillow and contemplated sleeping for a few more minutes that would surely turn into a few more hours, but you doubted your friends would appreciate you ditching them for sweet, out-of-reach dreams. 

Lifting your head from the pillow and rubbing a hand over your face, your eyes cracked open when the smell of food slipped into the room. You lived alone and the only people who had copies of your apartment key either couldn't cook or weren't nice enough to. You rolled off your stomach and sat up to give your bedroom a quick scan. 

You first noticed the clothes you'd worn the night before scattered around the floor haphazardly as if they'd been aggressively thrown around. The unfamiliar jeans and shirt stood out to you next, also on the floor alongside a pair of beige sandals and a vibrant red jacket that looked vaguely familiar to the one your sister's friend wore often. The bottle-blonde with pretty eyes and naive enough to believe your sister's other friend vaguely gave a shit about her otherwise known as the lit student your sister had taken under her protective wing.

...Shit. 

Peach would have your head served on a silver platter or worse if she were ever to find out. She'd never been the most rational or level-headed, no matter how hard she tried to come off as put-together, and she'd become rather obsessive over... Bella? Beatrice? Your foggy mind refused to remind you of the aspiring writer's name but it happily reminded you of that time Peach had pulled you aside at a party to borderline threaten you into keeping a friendly distance from Beck because she 'already had one asshole in her life and didn't need another'. You could only pray Brooklyn? kept her lips sealed about the whole ordeal. 

The door creaked open and the blonde poked her head, a smile breaking out on her soft features. "Hey, you're awake! I heard your alarm go off." She laughed airily, and somewhat nervously, before fully stepping into the room and tugging lightly at the shirt that almost covered her bare thighs. 

"You're wearing my shirt." You mumbled in a still drowsy tone. Besty (you were fairly certain her name started with a B) nodded, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she glanced down at the shirt and smoothed it out with the palm of her hands. For a girl you knew too much about- other than her goddamn name- due to your sister's inability to not complain about those close to her, she seemed awfully shy. She'd had her fair share of encounters from what you'd heard and you doubted you'd be the last one-night-stand. 

"I hope you don't mind. It was the first thing I saw when I got up and I didn't want to walk around shirtless." She chuckled and her eyes flickered up to meet yours, her smile turning mischievous. "Unless that's what you're into." Ah, there she was. The Bianca you knew from the countless parties you'd seen her in. Cheeky, sweet, and an overall hot mess that attracted trouble. 

You released a huff of amusement and pushed the covers off to get out of bed and slip on the first pair of pants you got your hands on. "You making something?" You asked, pulling out a shirt from your drawer. 

"Well, I planned on doing sunny-side-up eggs but I always end up burning them so I settled on scrambled instead," Berdie responded with a light shrug, her fingertips raising to toy with the silver necklace around her neck. Her cool and flirty demeanor faltered when you moved closer to her but she quickly covered it up by cupping your face and pressing her lips to yours. Her arms wrapped snugly around your shoulders and she let out a flustered giggle against your lips. 

But the moment felt too intimate, too close and domestic for your liking. With a family like yours, it was best to keep everyone else at arm's length. The Salingers destroyed whatever and whoever got too close, the things around them wilting and rotting at just the lightest touch. People were often ruined beyond salvage over the smallest of things. You'd lost count of how many careers and lives had been ruined by your family over a bruised ego or the slightest hint of rejection. 

Almost as if sensing your hesitance, Brianna pulled back and cleared her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her reddened ear. "I bet your neighbors hate us. We were... pretty loud."

"The Daltons are too busy traveling Europe and ignoring their kids to care." You reassured her lightly, combing your fingers through her soft, frizzy hair. "I think we should probably talk about this... Guinevere." 

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Beck? Guinevere is... a lot." Beck. Close enough. "But, yeah, we should talk."

[starrybl1ss]

mb sorry neighboors it was me n her

[crybyemissamericanpie]

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

TW:None

Beck sat in the corner of the bustling Starbucks, her frustration palpable as she stared at the blank pages of her notebook. The soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounded her, but it all seemed distant as she wrestled with her writer's block. The cozy atmosphere that usually inspired her creativity now felt stifling.

"Come on, Beck, you can do this," she muttered under her breath, tapping her pencil against the table in a futile attempt to summon inspiration. The weight of her own expectations bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in herself.

Just then, the familiar jingle of the cafe's doorbell announced the arrival of someone who could provide the distraction Beck desperately needed, her best friend.She slid into the seat across from Beck, a warm smile on her face as she took in the sight of her struggling friend.

"Hey, Beck. Rough day?" She asked with a smal smile, concern softening her gaze.

Beck sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, you could say that. I just can't seem to get anything on paper lately. It's like my creativity went on vacation without me."

She chuckled, reaching across the table to give Beck's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, maybe I can help. You know, two heads are better than one."She said with a small giggle

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beck's lips as she looked into her eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

For the next hour, the two friends immersed themselves in conversation, laughter, and shared ideas. Her presence had a calming effect on Beck, easing the tension that had gripped her since they first met. As they chatted, Beck couldn't help but marvel at the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her own passions,the way she laughed,smiled,she was gorgeous.

"Stories are the ones written with the heart.You know?If you are not in the right place in mind or heart it can be kinda hard to write"She said with a smile,as Beck nod also returning that smile with also a small blush but she tried to ignore it

In the midst of their banter, Beck found herself studying her more closely than usual,the way her hair fell in gentle waves, the subtle curve of her smile, and the genuine warmth in her eyes. It was in that moment that something shifted within Beck, a realization she hadn't expected.

As the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the cafe, Beck's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny the warmth blossoming within her chest, the realization dawning on her like the first light of dawn. It wasn't just writer's block that had been holding her back; it was the realization that her feelings for her went far beyond friendship.

Lost in her thoughts, Beck barely registered the soft touch of her hand on hers, a comforting gesture that felt like an unspoken promise. In that quiet Starbucks corner, amid the hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee, Beck's heart whispered a truth she couldn't ignore..

She was in love with her best friend.

Days turned into weeks, and Beck found herself navigating the uncharted territory of her newfound feelings for her best friend. Every shared glance, every subtle touch, fueled the flame that had ignited within her. She couldn't shake the warmth that spread through her whenever she was near, and it left her both exhilarated and anxious.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Beck and her decided to take a casual stroll through the city streets. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their path as they meandered through the quiet neighborhoods. Beck couldn't hold back the nervous energy that buzzed within her, threatening to spill her newfound truth.

As they walked, she turned to Beck with a curious smile. "You've been a bit quiet lately. Everythings okay?"

Beck hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Her expression shifted from curiosity to concern, and she stopped walking and sat on a bench next to them, giving Beck her full attention.

"I… I've been trying to figure out how to say this," Beck began as she sat down next to her, her words cautious but sincere. "I've come to realize that my feelings for you- and not like normal friends do... I didn't expect it, and I'm still trying to make sense of this feeling, but I couldn't keep it from you."

For a moment, silence hung in the air, the weight of Beck's confession settling between them. Her eyes searched Beck's face, and a gentle smile curved her lips.

"Beck, you don't have to figure it all out right now. I value our friendship more than anything," She said, her voice soothing. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Relief washed over Beck, and she couldn't help but smile back at her. In that moment, beneath the city lights, they reached a silent understanding that spoke volumes.

Stories are the ones written with the heart.

[frost-queen]

A smile is what it will take (Male!Reader X Morgana Pendragon)

Requested by anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

Summary: Male!R is Merlin's brother. When a girl has her eyes on you, it makes Morgana jealous that you would smile at her. Surely when you rarely smile. Immediately calling for your brother, she wishes to speak with you. Once in her room, you are greeted with pillows and harsh words. Accusing you and pouring her heart out about her feelings to you. Surprised you walk up to her, kissing her. Having felt the same, but never thinking she did.

Horses strutted on the cobble stone as the knights rode out. One of the horses sat your brother, waving you goodbye. You rose your hand with a polite smile, to return your brother’s greeting. – “Merlin!” – Arthur would call out for him to keep up. Merlin smiled sheepishly at you before catching up with Arthur. Gwain chuckling loud how Merlin responded like a dog to Arthur’s calling. You returned back to your work, unsaddling one of the horses. You set all the material aside to clean later.

Taking the horse by the reins, you started leading it over the cobble stone across the square to the water benches. You barely noticed it till the girl moved in front of you. – “Morning Y/n.” – she said. A sweet smile on her lips, hands giddily behind her back. You simply looked at her, leading the horse around her. The girl turned round, rushing over to keep up. – “May I accompany you Y/n?” – she asked. – “If you must.” – you answered not really caring for it. She came falling in step with you. – “I’ve seen you at work Y/n.” – she started as you kept quiet. Focused on your work.

You arrived at the water benches, tying the reins up around the wooden pole. The horse started drinking from the basin as you patted it on the shoulder. You went around the horse as she moved underneath it’s head to reach you faster. – “You are really strong.” – she commented as it made you quirk your eyebrow up. – “I guess.” – you answered not sure what to say. You bend down to pick up a bucket. Scooping some of the water in it. Taking a step back, you splashed some water onto the horse to get some of the mud off.

The girl jumped back to not get splattered. – “Say Y/n I was thinking���” – she started looking carefully around where she could step to keep her shoes clean. You grabbed a brush, combing the horse to get the mud off it. She came closer once more as you rather just did your work. – “My bed needs mending.” – she called out, making you stop. – “What?” – you asked unsure what she meant by that. – “My bed needs mending. It’s been shrieking almost the entire night. I think it might break apart.” – she went on.

“What does it have to do with me?” – you replied continue to brush the horse. – “Your handy Y/n, can’t you fix it?” – she asked. – “It is a fine opportunity to see my room.” – she added. – “Why would I need to see your room?” – you replied clueless. The girl giggled giddy. She started to come closer, touching your chest. – “To clean it.” – she responded sarcastically, surely meaning something else.

You couldn’t follow why she was even laughing at that. – “You… you want me to clean your room?” – you responded. The girl clicked her tongue. – “No, I want you to do something else.” – she spoke with a wink. It made you stare confused at her. She started laughing at her own pleasure, already imagining being in one room with you alone. Feeling uneasy, you simply started to smile back, not sure what she meant.

Up in her room was Morgana. Pacing around waiting for Gwen to appear. She neared her window, her gaze catching something quickly in her passing. It made her stumbled back to her window to be sure. It was true. Seeing you down below on the courtyard. Through the glass, she thought she could see you smile. Something you rarely did, even around her. Morgana pushed her window open to be certain. Leaning a bit out of her window, she watched the display. You smiling at a girl. Her gaze lowered, feeling drained off all her happiness.

Feeling the ache in her heart that you were smiling at someone else as she rather wished it was her. Wishing it was her down below, smiling upon you. Blessed with a smile in return from you. Her heart thumping loudly in her chest with yearning. Yearning for your affection. Her yearning changed her self-pity to jealousy. Sharpening her gaze, she hated the girl. Repulsed you for smiling back at her.

There was a knock on the door as Gwen entered. – “Morning My lady.” – Gwen spoke holding a towel. – “Your bath is prepared My lady.” – she curtsied for Morgana even though she wasn’t looking. Morgana turned around sharply. – “Delay the bath, I want Merlin in here!” – she let out. Gwen blinked confused at her lady. – “Merlin? My lady he is out riding with Arthur.” – Gwen informed her.

Morgana tensed her jaw. – “When he returns from hunting, you bring him immediately up to me! I have to speak with him!” – Morgana demanded, dismissing Gwen. Gwen bowed her head, leaving the room. Morgana returned to the window, wanting to see you again.

To her surprise you had left. Even the horse was gone. Probably stabled. In anger and annoyance she paced around. Waiting for Merlin to arrive. Gwen waited at the castle door waiting for the knights to return. They rode up the courtyard. Gwen lifted the hem of her dress up, running over to them.

Arthur already ascended from his horse. – “Gwen lovely to see you.” – Arthur addressed her as she ignored him in a hurry. She rushed over to Merlin who was about to ascend from his horse. – “Morgana requires to speak with you.” – she let out, holding the horse by the reins. Merlin looked confused back  at her. – “About?” – he asked her.

Gwen had no answer for that. – “Just hurry.” – she grabbed him by his elbow, pushing him towards the castle. Confused and slightly worried went Merlin up to her quarters. He knocked at her door, waiting for her to tell him to enter. He entered cautiously. – “You… you wished to speak with me?” – he said, seeing her stand by the window, arms crossed.

“Yes.” – she answered bitterly. – “Tell your brother to come up here.” – she told him. – “Scuse me?” – Merlin said confused to the reason for him to come. Morgana turned more to him. – “Bring your brother up to here, did I make myself clear Merlin!” – she called out in fury.

Merlin bowed. – “Right away, My lady.” – he answered. When he left the room, he wondered why he needed to come just for that. When she could’ve easily called for him herself. Merlin went to the lower parts of the castle. Gaius quarters where he knew he’d find you. You were playing a serious game of cards with Gaius when Merlin entered.

“Morgana needs you.” – Merlin said upon entering. – “Me?” – Gaius questioned, pointing at himself. Merlin came sitting at the edge of the table. – “No Y/n.” – he nudged you. – “Me? Why?” – you wanted to know. Your brother shrugged his shoulders. – “I am simply following orders.” – Merlin spoke as you got up with a loud sigh. Quietly you went up to her quarters.

With a knock, you announced yourself. – “You called.” – you said in a low voice already entering half. Morgana groaned loud as you got surprised by a pillow. It startled you, hitting you against the arm. – “What was that for?” – you asked confused. Morgana grunted loud, throwing another pillow at you. This time aiming for your head as you needed to duck down to avoid it.

“You shameless prick!” – she shouted at you, throwing another pillow. Turning your posture away, you let your shoulder catch the pillows. – “You utter horse’s arse!” – she screamed out, making you widen your eyes at her insults. She threw another pillow at you as you ducked down as it went just over your head.

“How dare you toy with my feelings so much! To think I love you while you flirt with other girls. Well I hope you never smile again in your life!” – she screamed out. – “What?” – you called out, pausing, receiving a pillow against the head. – “You don’t feel sorry do you! Of course you don’t! Why would you!” – she blamed you searching around for another pillow as she had thrown them all from her bed.

In the moment of peace within the storm, you got in motion. Walking up to her. Morgana’s eyes widened when you neared, turning her posture more to you. Tilting your head a bit, you placed your hand on the back of her head. Bringing your lips closer to her to kiss her. Your lips kissed her to lead her into a soft kiss.

Morgana inhaled sharply through her nose, grabbing you by the shirt to deepen the kiss on you. Leading you into a more passionate kiss. Your hands held her by the waist, enjoying the kiss to it’s fullest. Both of you broke the kiss off, out of breath. – “I…I had no idea… If I knew Lady Morgana, I would’ve told you I loved you desperately long ago.” – you confessed to her.

Morgana’s eyes widened. – “I never knew… I thought you didn’t felt the same.” – you added. Morgana grabbed you by the shirt once more. – “I sure do.” – she breathed out before pressing her lips to yours again. – “If I ever see you smile at another girl, you will regret it.” – she warned you, having broken off the kiss for a moment. Her warning made you gulp soft. Her eyes twinkled when you curled up a smile to her. Blissful, she kissed you again, losing her mind over that smile of yours.

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Hello, Could you write something with Joe Goldberg and Y/n? 🥹 Pretty please

Cupcakes and lovin’

Joe Goldberg x Reader

genre: fluff (because we need more happy joe.)

warnings: making out

Request: yes

You giggled as Joe wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your lips with frosting.

He kept kissing you softly as you tried wriggling out of his grasp. You smack him lightly, “Joe! Stop messing around and help me with these cupcakes.”

“Hon, all that’s left to do is frost ‘em.” He mutters, going back to your lips. You sigh as his lips make their way down your neck.

You let out a soft moan when he keeps sucking on the sweet spot on your neck.

He pulls back and grabs the pink frosting with his hand and wipes it all over your face.

You loudly gasp, some of the frosting falling into your mouth. He starts hollering loudly, practically doubling over at your face, too busy laughing for him to notice you taking twice as much frosting and getting it all over his face and soft brunette hair.

“Hey!” He pouts, pulling you into his reach again, the two of you falling over the couch. He looks at your face and thinks how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He finally got the break that he needed. After Beck and Love and all of the killings. He met you. And you changed him so much. He has not killed one person after you.

The most perfect girlfriend he could ask for.

“I love you, Y/n.” He can’t help but hold a grin when he see’s you smiling widely at him. “And I love you, Joe Goldberg.”

He will do anything to keep that innocence that you own.

“Guess we have to buy new frosting for the cupcakes.” Guess so.

You are his everything.

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Ahhh if maybe I can request a continuation from the Guinevere!Reader request? Like after the events of 7DS when Arthur gained Chaos he slowly starts to change to how he is in 4KOA. She gets worried and Arthur assures her that he's still the same but seeing as the change becomes worse she soon after escapes and goes into hiding in hopes of finding a way to save him until after the incident in Liones (4KOA) and later is brought back to Camelot. (We'll assume Guinevere!Reader has the same power as...the loli but did a better job in hiding her powers.)

OoohhhOHHhoo this is very interesting! Specially with the trailer of the Anime recently🥺 Thank you for the Request ❤️❤️

Arthur Pedragon King of Chaos x Guinevere!Reader: 4 knights of apocalypse.

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA OF NANATSU NO TAIZAI AND 4 KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE!! Arthur with chaos, Angst- some comfort, some soft yandere?? rather Arthur in 4kota being his own warning, reader has the power of a kaleidoscope (can see the future), mentions of death, somewhat long work, I think that's all.

FIRST PART FOR CONTEXT

You didn't like to remember what happened during the holy war. Neither of the you two wanted.

All the humans who died, the friends lost, how Arthur had died, even if it was temporary, it was something that would remain forever in your mind and heart.

only for the total destruction of Camelot to occur shortly after.

The war was won, yes, but at what cost...

It took a toll on both of them.

A part of you felt guilty for not having been able to prevent this future scenario with your power, but Arthur was always quick to tell you you didn't have to feel that way, after all going against destiny was much more dangerous and unpredictable.

Arthur, even with all the loss he had suffered in that time, was happy that you were safe and by his side, he wouldn't change that.

Even if the words of support felt good, you could see right through him, and how the situation had definitely damaged him severely.

not only for his lost arm, but for his damaged spirit.

and it was something else that changed him...

The chaos.

Of course, at the time you did not accept that Merlin used Arthur as a vessel for that thing, but it was not in your power to decide, now, with things as they were, you could see more clearly how Chaos affected Arthur.

Even if it was in his general aura, it made him more threatening, colder...menacing.

He did not direct this attitude towards you! With you, in general terms, he was still the same Arthur that you fell in love with, that you married... but he started to change little by little.

Arthur became considerably more clingy after all the trauma he had gone through in the holy war, at first you even considered it normal, if it weren't for the fact that later it could have been seen as a warning sign.

Arthur is more clingy with chaos, he slowly clings to what he has left in the war, in this case, YOU.

For this reason, he begins to show certain tendencies or amplify those he already had, for example, his protection over you.

I have the personal hc that at first Arthur's outbursts due to the chaos only came to light (initially) in moments of high tension(like in the anime), so the first stage of "infection" so to speak passed quite unnoticed.

However, it does not mean that it did not have worrying moments.

Related to the above, Arthur would literally have quite serious fits of rage if you went on, for example, a small reconnaissance mission with Knights and ended up injured.

and I'm not talking about just "getting angry" I mean he might even deploy his sword with them (you'll have to do something if you want the Knights to come out alive, another warning sign...).

At this point, Arthur begins to show more of the side we see in 4kota, although quite Lowkey.

but it doesn't mean he doesn't say some pretty dark things.

For example, his dislike of other races is becoming more and more evident. especially demons.

Even if you want to understand what's happening to him, you can't, not when you see it and you KNOW that this will end very badly...

I don't think Arthur is confrontational, but you definitely don't sit back and watch him talk bad about the races he fought SIDE BY SIDE in the war. Didn't that matter to him anymore? Now they were all the same to him. the?only evil beings who want to harm humanity?

Arthur has the ability to not shout or take fights to extreme levels, but the worst thing is that he also does not deny anything or leave the argument halfway. which only confirms that his ideas are becoming increasingly solid and dangerous.

Unfortunately you cannot see a future where you change his ideas permanently. at least not now. while Arthur becomes more radical day by day.

but at least you know VERY well what this change is due to: Chaos.

It's the first step in undoing the damage, but it's difficult to do it on your own while Chaos has more and more control over Arthur.

He continues to be a good and loving husband to you... I listen to his opinions and ideas... you don't know what to do.

By the time he has the whole plan to use Britannia to rebuild Camelot at the cost of the lives of the other races and to destroy EVERYTHING in favor of an "eternal kingdom"... that's when you start planning.

you need to find a way to get Chaos out of Arthur.

But first you should get away from him, no matter how discouraging it may be. You love your husband, but for that reason you must leave him to SAVE HIM.

Using your Kaleidoscope, you were able to find the perfect way out of "Camelot" before anyone noticed.

and as soon as you were out of that bubble, you began your journey towards Britannia.

To say that Arthur was distraught at first would be an understatement.

Let's say that at first Arthur thinks you were kidnapped, it's that serious.

He has his knights rushing out to go look for you (fearing for their lives when they return without you or clues to your whereabouts) and Arthur is VERY tempted to go on his own to look for you in every corner of the continent.

but he cannot leave the kingdom for too long. Plus he doesn't want to scare you (when he realizes that you left of your own free will).

and Chaos in a way operates a little on their thoughts so that the following happens.

In the time that follows, you continue traveling to various parts of the continent in search of a cure for Arthur.

Have you tried to go with fairies, with giants, alchemists, magicians, etc.

but you can't find anything useful.

apart from the fact that you are constantly avoiding Arthur's Knights, whether they are specially sent to look for you or they are simply there for "recruitment".

You were able to easily keep a low profile, hiding your Kaleidoscope power from people knowing that that would be what could (probably) give you away.

Having seen everything the small towns had to offer, and unable to return to Carmelide safely by Arthur's knights, you made a hasty decision.

You went to see the deadly sins to ask them for help. but first of all, to King Meliodas.

without knowing that that was precisely what Arthur wanted.

Arthur knew you well enough to know that even if you knew you shouldn't avoid the future, he had to be cautious about when he wanted to bring you back.

From there, he wouldn't care much about the matter of destiny, but definitely with the prophecy of the Knights of the Apocalypse around, he saw the perfect moment to start his plan.

NOW, during this time, Arthur became the version we know of 4kota, deceptively friendly but very lethal, more sadistic, but more relaxed so to speak.

He sees this situation as even fun now (being completely infected by chaos), and he honestly can't wait to have you back and see what trick you had up your sleeve.

The Knights know it, "Merlin" knows it, all of "Camelot" knows it, he misses you. and he is anxious for you to return to him.

He was definitely anxious because you did a good job hiding for so long, he lost track of you many times (it's not like his Knights had it easy), but at least now that he's sure where you're going, he can send someone who KNOWS finish the job at once.

After a while, you arrived in Liones, determined to reach Meliodas, when you saw the vision...

you being taken to Camelot by a knight named IronSide.

damn.

change of plans.

There wouldn't be time to find what you originally came looking for, but maybe you could warn them about Arthur, change things, for the better.

but it would be difficult to keep a low profile, especially knowing that Arthur's Knight would be lurking. It took you a while to get close.

Meliodas was happy to see you after so long! but he definitely got serious when you said your reason for coming was for Arthur. that he was planning something against Liones, that he had to protect the children from the prophecy (especially Percibal).

and not kill Arthur before you could find a cure for him...

It was at that moment that Megagaland attacked.

oh geez, you have to hide again. you thought and went to your current hiding place.

You weren't that surprised to see that someone was already there...

Ironside...

Arthur could feel when you and Ironside entered Camelot, he could only think 'finally'.

finally someone does their job well, finally everything is back to normal-

You are finally back with him.

The feeling he had before of anticipation becomes more palpable, he is anxiously waiting for you to get to where he is, in the throne room.

and he feels calm, knowing that now he not only has the tactical advantage in this little war, but that he has his dear companion with him. What more could he ask for?

He's anticipating what he's going to say to you... after so much time.

Surprisingly you are also anticipating. You don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

You have closely followed the atrocious acts that Arthur has done in the past and continues to do. He is even willing to kill children in order to follow this "everlasting kingdom" for the love of God...

But you know he won't hurt you. He didn't do it before, he won't do it now. no matter how much it changes.

and even if it is difficult to admit. you miss him. He is your husband after all.

but you also miss how everything was before Chaos intervened.....how you would like to help him-

No, you're going to save him...somehow.

even if now you'll probably have to help him with your kaleidoscope...

is what you think as you go with Ironside to what appears to be the lair of the Knights of Chaos.

You (without Ironside, apparently) are transported to the throne room, and see, for the first time in years, Arthur.

He's barely changed physically, advantages of chaos, you suppose, he looks so deceptively innocent...

and meanwhile Arthur can only be grateful that you are finally here...

Do you have any idea how much you worried him when you left? with nothing to say, just leave... but you came back, he can't be mad at you, not when he's been waiting so long to have you this close again...

Far from being angry or minimally irritated with this "act of rebellion," he seems rather amused, even touched, as if what you had done was adorable...he seems happy.

and in some ways, it's contagious. You don't let your guard down, but you can allow yourself this little moment with your husband...

But when he stands up from his throne, he turns towards you and with an expression that reminds you of when everything was fine, he tells you:

-"welcome home, my queen"-

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@cattivedonne i hope You like it✨thank You very much for the Request ❤️

Now i'm going to sleep bc i have doctor tomorrow morning😭

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My, yours.

Summary: You are his Guinevere, and he is your Arthur.

Pairing: Harry Hart × Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, anger, insecurity, happy ending.

First, Second and Third here.

As Harry Hart sat in his personal office, the familiar sight of butterflies flitting around him filled the air, their delicate wings dancing in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Despite his best efforts to focus on his paperwork as the new Arthur of Kingsman, Harry found himself distracted by the enchanting display, the butterflies seeming to take on a life of their own.

With a resigned sigh, Harry tried to push the butterflies away, knowing that they were nothing more than figments of his imagination. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, the butterflies persisted, their graceful movements captivating him in a way that he couldn't quite explain.

And then, as if on cue, you entered the room, your presence lighting up the space with a warmth and radiance that seemed to rival the sun itself. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you move with effortless grace and poise.

"Good morning, Guinevere," Harry greeted you warmly, his voice tinged with affection as he watched you with adoring eyes.

"Good morning, Arthur," you replied with a smile, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you approached his desk. "How may I assist you today?"

But Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze lingering on your every movement with a longing that he couldn't quite suppress. In that moment, you weren't just his assistant – you were his Guinevere, his partner in crime, his confidante and companion.

As the butterflies continued to flutter around you, landing like a flower crown upon your head, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion wash over him. Despite knowing that the butterflies were nothing more than a trick of his mind, he couldn't deny the way they seemed to gravitate towards you, as if drawn by some unseen force.

"You're beautiful, Guinevere," Harry murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and adoration. "Truly, you are a sight to behold."

As you blushed at Harry's compliment, a faint warmth spreading across your cheeks, you couldn't help but think that he was just being polite, a true gentleman as he always was. Despite the flutter in your stomach at his words, you brushed off his compliment with a shy smile, not wanting to make things awkward between you.

But Harry, ever the observant gentleman, realized his slip-up and quickly composed himself, diverting the conversation as he arranged some papers on his desk. "Ah, well, it seems I don't have anything for you today, Guinevere," he said smoothly, his voice betraying none of the emotion that had passed between you moments before. "I believe I can handle everything myself for now."

However, you persisted, knowing that Harry quite liked being a lone wolf and doing everything himself. With a gentle smile, you reminded him that you were there to help him with anything he wanted, whether it was paperwork, strategy, or even just someone to talk to.

Despite your insistence, Harry waved off your offer of assistance, assuring you that he could handle everything himself. With a polite smile, you respected his wishes and decided to give him some space, knowing that he valued his independence and preferred to work alone.

However, sensing that Harry could use a change of scenery, you suggested a visit to the mansion's gym to check on the progress of the new recruits. Harry's interest piqued at the idea, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he nodded in agreement.

"An excellent idea, Guinevere," Harry replied warmly, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Lead the way."

With a nod, you turned and began to make your way towards the gym, Harry falling into step beside you as the two of you made your way through the bustling corridors of the Kingsman mansion. As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Harry, admiring the way his tailored suit hugged his frame and the air of authority that seemed to surround him wherever he went.

As you both entered the gym, the room fell silent as all eyes turned towards Harry, a collective respect evident in their gazes. "Good morning, Arthur," one of the senior agents greeted respectfully, his tone reverent.

"Good morning, everyone," Harry replied with a nod, his expression composed as he took a seat on one of the benches. "Please, continue with the training."

With Harry's permission, the class resumed, the sound of grunts and the thud of impact filling the air as the recruits practiced their moves. Harry tried to focus on the training, but his attention kept drifting back to you, who was engaged in conversation with Gawain, a tall and handsome agent.

"So, Guinevere, have you been practicing your hand-to-hand combat skills?" Gawain asked with a charming grin, his tone playful as he leaned in closer to you.

You laughed softly, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as you shook your head. "Not as much as I should be," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "But I do enjoy watching the recruits train. It's quite impressive."

Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the easy rapport between you and Gawain, his jaw clenching involuntarily as he watched the two of you interact. He knew it was irrational – after all, you were just having a friendly conversation – but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Meanwhile, Gawain continued to chat with you, his charm and charisma evident as he regaled you with tales of his own training experiences. You listened attentively, your laughter ringing out like music in Harry's ears as he struggled to focus on the training unfolding before him.

As Harry stood up, the room fell silent, all eyes turning to him in anticipation. With a commanding presence, he addressed the room, his voice carrying with it an air of authority and determination.

"I believe a demonstration of combat skills would be in order for our recruits," Harry declared, his gaze sweeping over the assembled agents. "Percival, Gawain, would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Percival, the senior agent who had been monitoring the progress of the recruits alongside Gawain, nodded in agreement. "Of course, Arthur," he replied respectfully, his tone deferential. "We'd be happy to."

But Harry shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes as he began to remove his suit jacket. "No, I believe I'll do it myself," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "With Gawain's help, of course."

Turning to you, Harry handed you his jacket with a smile, his eyes soft with affection as he watched you. "Would you mind holding onto this for me, Guinevere?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You nodded in response, a fond smile playing at the corners of your lips as you accepted the jacket from him. "Of course, Arthur," you replied warmly, your heart swelling with pride at the trust he placed in you.

As you helped Harry remove his gun holsters, your fingers brushing against his skin with a gentle touch, he couldn't help but tease Gawain playfully. "Unless, of course, Gawain doesn't want to face me," he quipped, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Gawain hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Harry and the mat, before finally nodding in agreement. "I accept your challenge, Arthur," he replied confidently, his voice steady despite the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

With that, Harry and Gawain entered the mat, their movements fluid and precise as they circled each other with a practiced ease. The room held its breath as the two agents squared off, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

And then, with a sudden surge of energy, they sprang into action, their fists flying as they engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. The sound of impact echoed through the room as Harry and Gawain traded blows, each one landing with the force of a sledgehammer.

Despite the intensity of their fight, Harry's movements were graceful and fluid, his years of training evident in every strike. With each punch and kick, he seemed to move with a supernatural grace, his movements almost poetic in their precision.

Gawain, for his part, held his own against Harry, his own skill and determination evident as he countered each of Harry's attacks with a fierce resolve. With every blow, he seemed to grow more confident, his movements becoming more fluid and precise with each passing moment.

As Harry and Gawain continued their intense sparring match, the room was filled with the sound of their grunts and the thud of their blows. Despite Gawain's best efforts, Harry remained almost too calm, his movements calculated and precise as he effortlessly dodged each of Gawain's attacks.

But beneath his composed exterior, Harry's determination burned bright, fueled by the desire to impress you and show Gawain that he wasn't to be trifled with. With each punch and kick, he threw himself into the fight with a fervor that left Gawain struggling to keep up.

And then, seizing the opportunity to assert his dominance, Harry landed a powerful kick to Gawain's chest, sending him crashing to the mat with a loud thud. As Gawain lay there, dazed and disoriented, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over him, his victory all but assured.

"I must say, Gawain, I'm rather disappointed," Harry remarked coolly, his voice tinged with amusement as he looked down at his fallen opponent. "I expected more from you."

Gawain clenched his fists on the floor, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as he struggled to push himself back up. "You got lucky, Arthur," he grumbled, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I'll give you a run for your money next time."

But before Gawain could rise to his feet, Harry turned to Percival with a nod, silently indicating that it was his turn to join the fray. With a determined expression, Percival stepped forward, his movements confident and assured as he squared off against Harry.

Meanwhile, Merlin, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, muttered softly to himself as he shook his head in amusement. "Show-off," he murmured under his breath, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As Harry continued to spar against Percival and Gawain, the intensity of the fight reached a fever pitch, their movements swift and precise as they exchanged blows with a fierce determination. Despite the numerical disadvantage, Harry held his own against his opponents, his skill and agility evident in every move.

Merlin watched from the sidelines, his eyes keenly observing the action with a mixture of amusement and concern. It was painfully obvious to him, as it was to everyone else, that Harry and you were deeply in love with each other. Yet, for some reason, neither of you seemed to acknowledge or act on your feelings, much to Merlin's frustration.

As Harry fought with a single-minded focus, his attention never straying far from you, Merlin couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for his friend. It was clear that Harry was fiercely protective of you, his jealousy evident in the way he reacted to every male agent that interacted with you.

But despite his best efforts to hide his feelings, Harry's emotions were written plainly on his face, his eyes constantly seeking out yours for reassurance and approval. And though you were often oblivious to his longing glances, Merlin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Harry's unwavering devotion.

As the fight continued, Merlin decided to intervene, knowing that Harry needed a distraction from his own turbulent emotions. With a wave of his hand, he brought the match to a close, declaring Harry the victor with a wry smile.

"Enough for today, gentlemen," Merlin announced, his tone firm but not unkind. "Arthur, Percival, Gawain, I think it's time we call it a day. You've all done exceptionally well."

Harry stood proudly over Percival, who was catching his breath but looking fine, and Gawain, who was on the ground sore. He smiled at you as you quickly approached, his heart swelling with anticipation, thinking you wanted to praise him for his victory. But his warmth quickly turned to cold when you unceremoniously handed him his gun holsters and suit jacket before rushing to Gawain's side.

As you knelt beside Gawain and checked him over, Harry's jaw clenched with anger. He watched as you rubbed Gawain's sore cheek with gentle fingers, a pang of jealousy stabbing at his heart. He felt a surge of resentment towards Gawain for taking your attention away from him, for making you worry about him instead of congratulating Harry on his victory.

"Are you alright, Gawain?" you asked with genuine concern, your voice soft and soothing as you inspected his injuries.

Gawain winced as he nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll live," he replied with a chuckle, his tone light despite the soreness in his voice.

Harry's fists clenched at his sides, his anger simmering just below the surface as he watched you tend to Gawain's injuries. He couldn't understand why you were so quick to rush to Gawain's side, why you seemed to care more about his well-being than Harry's victory.

Feeling a surge of frustration building within him, Harry growled, his voice cutting through the silence of the gym. "That's enough, recruits!" he barked, his tone laced with authority. "Back to your training immediately!"

The recruits scrambled to obey, their eyes widening in fear at the intensity of Harry's command. As they hurried back to their exercises, Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the gym, his emotions roiling inside him like a tempest.

Merlin sighed softly as he watched Harry leave, a look of concern etched on his weathered features. He knew that Harry's feelings for you ran deep, deeper than even Harry himself realized. And he also knew that Harry's jealousy towards Gawain was unfounded, a product of his own insecurities and fears.

But you didn't seem to notice Harry's abrupt departure, too focused on tending to Gawain's injuries to pay attention to anything else. Merlin shook his head in resignation, knowing that there was little he could do to ease the tension between you and Harry.

Merlin approached where you and Gawain were still, his expression one of gentle concern as he observed the scene before him. Sensing his presence, you looked up from tending to Gawain's injuries, a faint frown marring your features as you noticed the worry etched on Merlin's face.

"Is everything alright, Merlin?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern. "Do you need something?"

Merlin shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked at you with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "It's Harry," he admitted reluctantly, his tone grave. "He's not taking the situation well. I think he could use your support."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, unsure of what Merlin meant. "But Gawain needs help too," you protested softly, your gaze drifting back to where Gawain lay on the mat, still nursing his sore cheek.

Merlin nodded in agreement, his expression sympathetic. "Gawain will be fine," he reassured you gently, his voice tinged with understanding. "But Arthur needs you, Guinevere. That's what you're here for, after all."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your duty to both Harry and Gawain. But ultimately, your concern for Harry won out, and you nodded in agreement, a determined glint in your eyes.

"Alright, Merlin," you replied firmly, your voice filled with resolve. "I'll go check on Arthur. Thank you for letting me know."

With that, you rose to your feet and hurried out of the gym, your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way to Harry's office. As you approached the door, you could hear the faint sound of rustling papers and muttered curses emanating from within, a sure sign that Harry was deeply engrossed in his work.

Summoning your courage, you knocked softly on the door, poking your head inside as you called out to him. "Arthur? Is everything alright? Do you need help with something?"

Harry looked up from his paperwork, his expression tense as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway. "I'm fine, Guinevere," he replied curtly, his tone clipped. "I don't need any help. You should go back to Gawain. He needs you more than I do."

You frowned at Harry's dismissive tone, unable to understand why he seemed so angry all of a sudden. "But Arthur, I—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Harry cut you off with a sharp gesture, his frustration evident in the set of his jaw. "I said I'm fine, Guinevere," he snapped, his voice tinged with irritation. "Now go. Gawain needs you."

Feeling hurt and confused by Harry's sudden outburst, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But as you glanced back at Harry, you could see the frustration and anger etched on his face, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Harry refused to look at you, not wanting to see how those beautiful butterflies were flying around him in such a beautiful way. You sighed and turned to leave, but stopped when Harry began talking to himself, waving his hands in the air as if trying to scare something away. You were curious, wondering if he was seeing butterflies.

"Arthur?" you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you approached him cautiously.

Harry looked at you in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized you had caught him in the midst of his strange behavior. "Guinevere, I... I didn't realize you were still here," he stammered, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

You furrowed your brow, your concern growing as you watched Harry's agitated movements. "Is everything alright, Arthur? You seem... flustered," you ventured, trying to tread carefully.

But Harry's embarrassment quickly turned to anger, his frustration evident in the way he clenched his fists at his sides. "I said I'm fine," he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. "I don't need your help. Just go back to Gawain."

Feeling a surge of frustration of your own, you refused to back down this time, your curiosity getting the better of you. "Arthur, please," you pleaded softly, your voice tinged with concern. "I read your medical report from Merlin. I know about the butterflies."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as he realized you were aware of his hallucinations. "You... you know about that?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a sympathetic smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yes, Arthur," you replied gently. "And it's okay. You're not alone in this. Merlin explained everything to me."

But Harry's embarrassment quickly turned to anger once again, his frustration boiling over as he lashed out at you. "I don't need your pity, Guinevere," he growled, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Just go back to Gawain. He needs you more than I do."

Feeling hurt by Harry's dismissive attitude, you shook your head stubbornly, refusing to leave until you got to the bottom of his sudden outburst. "Arthur, why are you so angry?" you questioned, your voice tinged with frustration. "And why did you snap at me earlier? What did I do wrong?"

Harry's frustration reached its breaking point, his emotions spilling out in a torrent of words as he struggled to contain his anger. "You didn't congratulate me on my victory," he blurted out, his voice raw with emotion. "You ran straight to Gawain, when you should have been worrying about me. You're my Guinevere, damn it. You should just be worrying about me. I'm your Arthur, and you're my Guinevere."

You were taken aback by Harry's outburst, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed his words. The absurd notion that Harry was jealous of you sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of emotions swirling inside you as you struggled to make sense of it all.

But before you could respond, Harry turned away from you, his shoulders hunched with frustration as he tried to compose himself. "Just go, Guinevere," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Please."

But you refused to leave, questioning if Harry's sudden anger stemmed from jealousy.

Harry didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the wooden table in front of him, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

Refusing to accept his silence, you approached him, circling around the table to stand beside him. With a determined gesture, you turned his chair to face you, but Harry stubbornly kept his gaze fixed on his shoes, unwilling to meet your eyes.

Cupping his face gently in your hands, you lifted his head until his eyes met yours. "My Arthur," you whispered softly, your heart aching at the sight of his turmoil. "Are you jealous?"

Harry was mesmerized by you, his heart skipping a beat as he took in your beauty, the butterflies dancing around you like a flower crown. "Yes," he murmured, barely above a whisper. "Yes, I am. I like you, Guinevere."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, the sound ringing out like music in the tense atmosphere of the room. "Oh, my silly Arthur," you chuckled fondly, shaking your head at his confession.

Reaching up, you gently removed Harry's Kingsman glasses, revealing the scar from his missing eye. Harry tried to look away, ashamed of the reminder of his past, but you held him tight, refusing to let him hide from you.

Placing a knee between his thighs, you leaned in close, your lips hovering just inches from his. "You don't have to hide from me, Harry," you whispered softly, your breath warm against his skin. "I love you, scars and all."

With that, you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Harry was taken aback for just a moment, his surprise quickly giving way to passion as he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer.

Lost in the moment, neither of you noticed as Harry's glasses slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. All that mattered was the love that burned between you, a flame that had been kindled long ago and now blazed brighter than ever before.

Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting Harry's with a tender smile. "My silly Arthur," you murmured affectionately, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I don't like Gawain. He's like a brother to me. You, Harry, you stole my heart a long time ago."

Harry couldn't control himself as he stood up with you, placing you on his desk, and getting between your legs as he ravished your mouth on his, he dreamed of this so much, dreamed so much of having you here in his arms, take you against that table, hear your moans and sighs as he pleasures you like no one else, but he needed to talk about it with you, make sure you were both on the same page.

"I want you, Guinevere," Harry murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "I want you more than anything in this world."

You melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, your heart pounding in your chest at his confession. "Oh, Harry," you breathed, your voice filled with longing. "I want you too, more than you'll ever know."

Harry's heart soared at your words, his desire burning bright as he pressed his body against yours, his hands roaming over your curves with a hunger that bordered on desperation. But even in the heat of the moment, he knew he couldn't let his desires cloud his judgment.

Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he looked into your eyes with a tenderness that took your breath away. "I need to talk to you," he whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "About what just happened, about what I want."

You nodded in understanding, your heart racing as you waited for him to speak. "Go on, Harry," you urged gently, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest as you tried to calm the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

Taking a deep breath, Harry gathered his thoughts, his mind racing with a million different possibilities. "I want you, Guinevere," he began, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. "I want to be with you in every way possible, to love you and cherish you for all eternity."

You felt a surge of warmth wash over you at his words, your heart skipping a beat at the depth of his emotions. "Oh, Harry," you murmured softly, your eyes shining with tears. "I want that too, more than anything."

Harry smiled at you tenderly, his heart overflowing with love and affection. "But I need you to know, Guinevere," he continued, his voice tinged with seriousness. "I want to make love to you, to show you how much you mean to me, but only if you want it too. I would never want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for."

You blushed at his words, touched by his consideration and respect for your boundaries. "Harry, I..." you trailed off, your voice catching in your throat as you struggled to find the right words.

But Harry silenced you with a gentle kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours as he poured all of his love and affection into the kiss. "You don't have to say anything, Guinevere," he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "Just know that I love you, and I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

With that, Harry pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his love for you shining bright like a beacon in the darkness. And as you melted into his embrace, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have Harry by your side, loving you with all his heart and soul.

As Harry held you close, his heart swelling with love and desire, he couldn't help but feel emboldened by the intensity of his feelings for you. With a gentle caress, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin as he gazed into your eyes with a burning passion.

"Guinevere," Harry murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close to you. "There's something I need to tell you, something I've been dreaming about for a long time."

You looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, your heart racing with excitement as you waited for him to speak. "What is it, Harry?" you asked breathlessly, your voice tinged with eagerness.

Harry's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered his intentions to you. "I've daydreamed countless times about having you against this very table," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire.

You hesitated for just a moment, your hand gripping Harry's tie tightly as you processed his words. The image of Harry ravishing you against that table sent a shiver down your spine, your cheeks flushing with arousal at the thought of his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your body.

"Harry," you whispered softly, your voice tinged with desire. "I want you, too. I want you to make love to me, to show me how much you desire me."

Harry's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to control his own arousal. "God, Guinevere," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with need. "You have no idea how much I want you. How many times I've fantasized about taking you against this table, making you mine in every way possible."

Your heart pounded in your chest at his admission, your desire for him burning brighter than ever before. "Then do it, Harry," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Make me yours."

But Harry shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes as he pulled away slightly, his hands framing your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. "Not yet, Guinevere," he whispered softly, his voice filled with regret. "I want to take you on a proper date first. Dinner, wine, dancing... and then, when the time is right, I'll have you. But not until then."

You frowned in confusion, torn between your desire for Harry and your respect for his wishes. "But why, Harry?" you questioned softly, your voice tinged with disappointment. "Why wait when we both want each other so badly?"

Harry smiled at you tenderly, his eyes soft with affection as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Because, my dear Guinevere," he replied gently, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want our first time together to be special. I want to show you how much you mean to me, to make you feel cherished and adored in every way possible. And I can't do that on an office desk."

You couldn't help but smile at Harry's words, touched by his thoughtfulness and consideration for your feelings. "Alright, Arthur," you conceded softly, your heart swelling with love for him. "I trust you. I'll wait for our date, for our special moment together."

Harry's smile widened at your words, his heart bursting with happiness at the thought of finally having you in his arms. "Thank you, Guinevere," he murmured softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise you won't regret it."

And with that, Harry pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet promises of love and devotion in your ear. And as you melted into his embrace, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have Harry by your side, loving you with all his heart and soul.

[seduzist]

thinking abt writing for guinevere beck of YOU like she’s soooo 😵‍💫 literally babygirl

[snowvies]

🔪 you masterlist

Joe Goldberg

Mr. Badgley

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

[elizabethlailolsenfan]

YES YES YES WRITE FOR BECK TOO

First ever Guinevere Beck x reader

LETS GO!

NEEDLES

Contains: fluff, Trypanophobia (fear of needles), just cute Guinevere Beck, and maybe cocky reader

Summary: You and Beck are in the doctors office getting shots but Beck is scared of’em

There’s Beck, in your arms, uncontrollably sobbing. The nurse had just left the room to grab the needles, just routine vaccinations, but Beck was still horrified.

“Y/n do I have to do this..? I hate the needles. Oh god I feel like I’m about to faint.”

“Oh my god, old are you again?” You asked, still holding Beck but she’s holding on to you for dear life.

Beck pauses sobbing, her face streaked in tears.

“I’m 28. And don’t judge me Y/n, you know full well that I have a phobia of needles. So don’t even start.”

“Beck is a small needle not the ones that’s tall like a pencil…” you tried to assure her.

Beck sighs in frustration and begins pulling on her hair.

“It doesn’t matter how small the needle Lily. I’m not afraid of how *tall* the needle is. I’m afraid of the pain the needle will cause when my skin is being pierced!”

“Beck, Your ears are pierced…”

Beck looks at you annoyed.

“Oh please don’t tell me to be the person who is going to have to remind you of how I got my ear pierced. Do you honestly think the needle and the skin piercing was the painful part? I mean there is actually a part of the ear piercing procedure where they make a “crunch sound”. A CRUNCH sound. But go ahead, remind me how my phobia isn’t real.”

“Would you like me to go first since your clearly not ready Beck?”

Beck sighs and looks sadly at you, eyes full of tears.

“Yes, please y/n. I’ll even pay you 20 dollars to go first.”

You smiled at her, you grew out of being afraid of needles but not everyone can stop being afraid of them.

“How about this: after I go… when you go… I’ll buy you food on the way home… maybe ice cream..”

Beck’s green eyes lights up looking at you.

“Food? Say no more, you have a deal.”

you chuckles and you hear the nurse walk in.

“Okay, who’s going first?” The nurse asked you two as she holds out the needles, and Beck begins shaking

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this…” She whispers to herself.

You look at Beck and back at the nurse and. Said, “I’ll go first.”

The nurse nods and quickly preps the needle for you, you notice Beck is looking away with her hands covering her eyes

“Beck look at me…” You said softly.

Beck uncovers her eyes and looks at you.

“Just keep looking at me and not the needle…” you told her making Beck look at you.

Beck nods her head and keeps her eyes locked on yours, her breathing quick and shallow, her lip trembling.

“All done!” The nurse said with a small smile.

“Perfect, okay Beck… your turn..” you said softly as the nurse walked to Beck.

Beck looks down at the needle in horror and tears begin to fall.

“I can’t… I don’t want to…”

“It’s okay… keep your eyes on me, not the needle okay… do what you just did when I got my shot.”

Beck nods and focuses her eyes on you instead of the needle. She starts breathing deeply and slowly. And…

Poke.

Beck lets out a squeak of surprise and looks down, realizing that she didn’t feel anything

“It’s over?” Beck asked, you smiled.

“It’s over!” You said to Beck with a proud smile.

Beck exhales a deep breath of relief and smiles at you before quickly getting up.

“See that didn’t hurt at all huh?” *You asked with a smirk and your arms crossed.

Beck shakes her head and laughs.

“I can’t believe that went so easy… it was nothing at all! I guess I didn’t have anything to be afraid of.”

You and Beck left the doctors office, and you made a small smirk.

“Now… how about some ice cream… since you did so good?” You asked with a stayed smirk.

Beck’s face lights up and she takes your hand.

“Ice cream? You promise?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

Beck smiles and laughs, squeezing your hand.

“This day actually turned out to be the best one ever!! Oh! I almost forgot, here’s 20 dollars for you, for going first.”

You raised and eyebrow and made a grin. “Thank you.”

You snatch the 20 out of her hand.

Beck laughs and playfully snatches back the Money.

“Oh no, you’re not getting it *that* easy. You said the food was included in the deal, right?”

“I’m paying hand it over Guinevere Beck.”

“Oh that’s how it’s going to be huh?”

Beck says with a teasing smile on her face, the two begin a gentle tug of war over the money, Beck smiling at you like you two were two children in a park

“Give it!!”

“You said you’d give me it.”

Beck laughs and snatches the 20 dollars back.

“And I will, but I’m going to tease you. And you’re going to let me, and you’re going to like it.”

“You’re such a child… but I love you…”

*Beck smiles and laughs,

“Damn right you love me. And I love you too. Now come on! You promised ice cream, and I don’t want to miss out.”

You were shocked that you were left out without one main thing: a kiss

“Hey! Where’s my kiss?” You yelled out, Beck rolls her eyes.

“The things I do for you…” Beck leans in and kisses your cheek then a peck on the lips.

“Satisfied?” Beck asked with a grin on her face.

“Much better… even… with the 20 dollars..”

you smirk and run away having Beck realize that You stole it out of her pocket.

Beck lets out a yell of fake frustration, sprinting after you and catching you by your jacket and pulling you into an affectionate hug.

“GIVE IT BACK Y/N Y/L/N!!” Beck yelled out with a cackle.

You quickly put it in your pocket. “Never!” You tease.

Beck leans back and lets out a huge pretend gasp.

“Oh my god, you are the worst!! Give it back, you know I need this so I can buy us ice cream.”

“What part of ‘I’m paying’ do you not get?” You asked the blonde with a smirk.

Beck thinks for a moment then lets out another huge gasp before laughing and grabbing you and pulling you close.

“You are such a thief. I love you. You know you’re my favorite person ever, right?”

You giggle. “I know…. That’s why you looove me..”

Beck leans in and kisses you on the lips, holding it for a moment or two before smiling and releasing you

Beck: “Oh yeah, I definitely love you. And you’re my favorite person in the world, in fact…”

Beck cups your cheek and kisses you again, you kiss back.

“Now… let’s go eat some Ice cream…” Beck whispered before the two of you strolled off.

[starrybl1ss]

Shes holding our daughter btw