#king arthur imagines

[watchtowerindistress]

... like i’m falling for you? (2/2) - arthur pendragon - guinevere!reader

A/N: Not sure if I liked how I ended this, but anyway...

Summary: Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife.

Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn't already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x fem!reader (Lady Guinevere, no body description)

Warning: flirting, romantic!arthur, the sexualisation of Arthur’s upper body?, mentioned death, hinted suicide, language

Words: 3.6k

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Today was a wonderful day, you thought. The birds were singing, only a mild breeze went through the air. Nothing in the world could dampen your mood; you surmised while inhaling a deep breath.

A fond smile still lingered on your lips when the air filled with joyful laughter. With the twist of your head, you discovered a band of children rushing towards you and being all adorable with their tripping feet.

Your eyes widened in surprise when their running feet came to a stop in front of you. “Well, hello there.”

With their hands hidden behind their backs, the children adorably glanced up at you with expectation in their bright eyes. A young girl among the group swayed coyly on her feet before smiling mysteriously. “We have a present for you, Lady Guin.”

You pressed your lips together before they could shift into a crooked smirk, knowing how hard it was for them to pronounce your name properly. You placed your hands on your hips in a playful manner. “I didn’t know it was my namesake day.”

The young girl scurried on her tiptoes towards you. Waiting for you to bow down until her mouth was inches from your ear. Her hand covered the shell of your ear, like she intended to reveal a secret only meant for your ears to hear. “It’s a surprise.”

You were now utterly curious by the mystery presented to you. You certainly didn’t imagine your day to go like this when you woke up in the morning, yet here you were. “By whom?”

The children giggled in anticipation.

A young boy nudged the girl with his elbow who chewed on her lip. She lowered her head before offering a flower crown made of daisies in the palms of her hand.

You raised your eyebrows and provided your hands out of reflex. “Oh my. Is that for me?” It was probably the mere presence of those children that made you feel touched by the gesture, not to mention the higher and unfamiliar pitch in your voice.

The children nodded their heads in agreement. If you weren’t affected already, the action of the boys certainly did it. When they revealed bouquets of flowers behind their backs as a present.

You felt almost speechless and in awe of their actions.

What was the meaning of this?

“They’re so beautiful.” You bent down slightly, waiting for the girl to adorn your head with the flower crown. “How do I look?”

The bright-eyed young girl gushed, “So beautiful.”

“So, tell me truth, what’s the occasion?” You held the flowers to your chest and tried to discern which youngling was the most inclined to divulge the truth. Your gaze met the lass, knowing there was a hidden reverence behind those glistening eyes.

“It’s a secret, we’re not supposed to tell,” the lass whispered.

The secrecy behind it all only enhanced the suspicion you felt. A certain someone wouldn’t be above luring in children to do his bidding.

That sounded way more nefarious in your head.

You shrugged your shoulders. “All right. But if I guessed it on my own, you wouldn’t have broken your promise, right?”

She swayed coyly. “Perhaps.”

“Let me guess: it’s someone tall, blond and with the most hideous face you’ve ever seen?”

The boys chuckled, clearly appreciating your jesting.

Indignation remained in the girl’s voice when she replied, “He’s not ugly.”

Your suspicions were fully confirmed now. Although the romantic idea of Arthur acquiring the help of young children to bestow you with flowers certainly didn’t seem that far-fetched.

“Uh ... why am I not surprised, Arthur?” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you have a wonderful day, my love?”

You heard Arthur in the distance as he tried to catch up with you while you wandered along the shoreline. You didn’t know what to make of his out of breath words and his content disposition. No matter what you did - how mean or how much you resisted the future king - Arthur almost appeared mesmerized by you. 

His voice still took you by surprise as he came from behind you to walk alongside you. Arthur placed his hands behind his back in a nonchalant manner.

“As if you don’t already know.”

Arthur pouted his lips. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“Oh, someone’s playing coy?” Turning around, you walked backwards while staring at Arthur with a smirk on your lips. “That’s not like you, Pendragon.”

Arthur chuckled, with his gaze briefly meeting the ground, almost shyly in a way.

It really wasn’t like him. The rare moment of vulnerability took you aback. Arthur always flaunted his arrogance and confidence in the faces of his fellows. Months ago, when all of this started you wouldn’t have thought that Arthur was even the right fit for king, but now things had changed, you saw him grow and transform into the person he was meant to be.

Arthur stroked the back of his neck and whispered with a raspy voice, “Did you like them?”

You deliberately turned your body until your back was facing Arthur again. “Oh, the children were very nice. Adorable, really.”

An innate part of you could sense Arthur rolling his eyes behind you at your evasive techniques. “You’re hilarious.”

“Thank you,” you teased, “Still, no one told me you were secretly a romantic.”

Arthur smirked and shook his head. “Only for the people that matter.”

You pressed your hand to your chest teasingly, as if you tried to wilfully stop your heart from jumping out of your chest. “Aww, what a gentleman. How have you not killed women with your charm already? You are truly a menace for society.”

“Well, would you believe me if I told you the others pale in comparison to you?”

After a pregnant pause, you groaned in frustration while rolling your eyes. “That was so gaudy.”

Arthur huffed loudly. “I know. I regretted it as soon as I said it.”

This was truly one of the most beautiful landmarks of what this country had to offer, you thought in bliss, when you bathed in the lake. Close by, the splashing sounds of the waterfall calmed your mind at your back.

Your eyes followed your hand as it slid in circles under the water. You collected the fresh water in your palms. A sigh left your lips when you cleaned your face.

Your body tensed at hearing footsteps in the distance. Swimming backwards to shroud your body behind the stream, you waited with bated breath for the incoming person.

A frustrated exhale left you as soon as you saw who intruded on your alone-time.

Walking with an idle swagger along the shore that only he was capable of, Arthur pulled his arm behind his back. The moment when he pulled up his chemise, his dumbfounded eyes caught your clothes neatly folded on the ground.

Your voice yanked Arthur out of his thoughts, “This lake is already occupied.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up when they met your concealed face above the water level.

You sighed when Arthur let go of his chemise and his hands dropped to his waist again until you could no longer see his abdominal muscles on bare display.

Disappointment filled you once you no longer could appreciate his body which soon turned into exasperation as soon as that realization hit you.

Arthur’s slow smirk did unimaginable things to your body. “Well, hello, Lady Guinevere. What a nice coincidence to find you here.” He glanced at you from under his eyelashes. “Mind if I join you, love?”

You swam forward, but still aimed to keep your breasts submerged. Inwardly thanking the Lady of the Lake for letting the water have a dark mixture of green and blue, you became fully aware that you portrayed an uncanny resemblance to a Syren. “Go find your own lake.”

Arthur’s mocking glare made your stomach swoop deliciously. “You’re not the boss of me. Besides, this is one of the few that has a waterfall. Perhaps I like the view.”

You narrowed your eyes, not knowing if Arthur meant the waterfall or you since he gazed unwaveringly at you while saying it.

“I was here first.”

Arthur placed his hands on his hips. “And I intend to become the next King of England, so I could just command you to play nice with me.”

You exhaled heavily. “That didn’t work when your father commanded me to and it’s not going to work now. You would force a fair maiden such as myself to indulge your whim?”

Arthur muttered under his breath, “You’re neither a damsel nor fair.”

With a strained voice, you retorted, “I’m going to kill you if your gaze wanders where it shouldn’t.”

A bright smile flashed on Arthur’s lips. “Lovely. What bliss to frolic with you nakedly in the water,” he mused and continued pulling up his light chemise.

You inhaled deeply while your gaze felt drawn to his bare rippling stomach.

Arthur’s movements paused. Looking up into his ocean eyes, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth once he caught you in the act.

Arthur lifted a finger and twirled it in a casual manner. “Turn around, love. I’m a shy fella.”

You shook your head but acquiesced to his request before you muttered under your breath. “You haven’t been shy a day in your life.”

“What was that, my Lady?” Arthur called out from behind you.

“I said, whatever your Lordship commands.”

Arthur chuckled. You heard splashing sounds before the ripples of water reached your body. “Rest assured, your maidenhood remains intact for now.”

You turned your head with a crooked smirk on your lips. The naked chest of Arthur caught your eye as he swam towards you with relaxed strokes. The muscles on his arms and shoulders straining were a menace of a distraction.

Arthur licked his lips, noticing your reaction. “Am I making you nervous, my Lady?” he whispered.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What do you take me for?” Arthur tilted his head. “Ruffling your feathers? Yes. Making you uncomfortable? No.”

You stroked backwards, trying to regain some control by gaining some distance. “How about you stay on your side of the lake, and I’ll stay on mine, your Highness?”

“What’s with the decorum? Besides, if I’m not wrong, all this land is my own, so I shall decide to spend it here if I please.”

“Shall I remind you that it’s not yours yet?”

Teasingly swimming closer, Arthur whispered mockingly, “Blasphemy.”

“You consider yourself a God now?”

Arthur shrugged his shoulders. “If the shoe fits. I don’t know if you noticed, but I consider my physique rather godlike, at least.”

You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Arthur needed to be taken down a peg. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Arthur reached for his chest, with a groaning sound. “Why do you keep insisting on hurting my feelings, my love?”

“Someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“Yes, because imagine what would happen if you do let your guard down for once.”

Arthur’s statement got a bit too close for comfort. You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t pretend that you know me. The last time we met we were children.”

Arthur stretched out his arms in the water. “Well, then, don’t presume that you know me, love. Why do you hate me so?” He brushed the water from his face and beard. “Quite the feat, I must admit. To carry so much revulsion for just one person.”

“I wouldn’t call it revulsion. More like annoyance.”

“All right. Why can’t you stand me? It’s really starting to bother me, you know?”

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we? I reckon there have been a few people who you’ve wronged over the years.”

You circled each other in the water, trying to outdo the other like the two of you were always known to do.

Arthur smirked. “Now what makes you say that?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just a hunch.”

“I’m not the same as I used to be as a lad.”

“Be that as it may, it’s hard to differentiate with the precedent you set. In the end, it’s more telling how you behaved as a young boy and how you turned out to be.”

Arthur tilted his head, exhaling. “You really can’t forget the thing I did with your hair, can’t you?”

You frowned. “I’m not talking about that.” You tried to swim away.

Arthur let out a guffawing sound. You heard the splashing water behind you.

“Oh, come on. It’s been years. I’m sorry, okay? I was horrible as a child. How can I acquit myself?”

Finally hiding behind the curtain of the waterfall, you faced Arthur again, once you were barely visible. “Why? How far are you willing to go?”

“Do you want me to get down on my knees, or something? To beg?” Arthur followed you and slid through the waterfall.

Your eyes lit up at the imaginary picture Arthur painted in your mind. “Oh, a begging Arthur... Now that could be interesting.”

Sexual tension thickened in the air the longer his dark gaze lingered on you. “Anyone ever tell you; you have the disposition of a sadist?”

“Posh words for someone who decisively hates everything aristocratic.”

Arthur scoffed in indignation. “I read. Besides, I don’t hate you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’d call me upper class?”

“You wouldn’t? I mean, despite everything, you enjoyed the advantages of being a noble woman.”

With a glowering face, you replied tersely, “You mean before or after your uncle decided to kill my father?” It was too hard to look at him, you realized when you shook your head. With a heavy breath, you continued, “He was a great man, you know?”

Arthur lowered his head until his hair fell on his forehead. “I remember him,” he whispered under his breath.

“Oh, you do? That’s surprising.” There was no malicious intent behind your words. Merely the truth of your time at Camelot felt like ages ago. And the memory of your father was waning piece by piece.

“What happened to him?”

“Not a whole lot to tell, really. I fled Camelot at the behest of my parents, told me it was no longer safe. They instructed Bedivere to keep me safe as we fled through the gates. Promised me they would soon follow as soon as they could. A few days later, I hear of my father’s death. A hunting accident. And before I knew it, one of Bedivere’s spies … brought me the dagger of my father. That’s all I have left of our legacy.”

“What happened to your mother?”

You gazed into the depths of the lake. “Her mind couldn’t take it. It’s like this idea of this great love. Makes it unbearable for you to live in a world where it’s gone,” your voice became a whisper, like you were uttering a secret.

“Made it unbearable for her when she … took a bath and didn’t surface again.” You looked up at Arthur again, with a deep breath leaving you.

“You know, it’s strange, how two lives can be so different, yet share so many similarities?” you stated once you realized how much Arthur’s and your pasts interwove.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked at hearing Arthur's sincere apology. “Don’t be. Life is tough. I learned that the hard way. If those things hadn’t happened to me, I never would have known. Do you sometimes imagine what it could’ve been like if you had become the heir you were meant to be? To prosper into something great?”

“I would have turned into the arrogant prick you have always seen me as.”

You chuckled thickly. “Would have been interesting though. Court would have been fun.”

“Careful, love. You almost sound nostalgic, yearning even.” Arthur crossed the distance.

It felt like you two were in your own little world, with the sound of the waterfall drowning out the outside world.

“And we can’t have that, can we?" You brushed your hair away before swallowing thickly.

Arthur’s body was glinting from the play of lights from the water, making him look as tempting as a Syren.

“What are you so afraid of? Is Bedivere having your hide the moment you step out of line and lose propriety?” he whispered in fascination.

“Put my hide out of your mouth,” you teased darkly.

Arthur’s eyes glinted at the threat in your voice. “Why don’t you make me?”

You hummed, wading through the water. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You stopped in front of Arthur before glancing up at him.

A bashful smirk tugged at his lips. “You know me so well.”

Tilting your head back, you hummed an alluring sound. “And what would you suggest I do?”

Arthur’s eyes brightened with enthrallment. He pursed his lips. “I could think of something.” Arthur rubbed his mouth, giving off what he was truly feeling.

You chuckled at his enticing ways while rolling your eyes. “Why am I not surprised, Pendragon?”

“Let me put it this way, I wouldn’t be opposed to you showing your appreciation this way.”

“Appreciation, huh?”

“I think I would die a very happy man indeed,” Arthur whispered quietly.

“I bet you would.” Pressing your lips together, you brushed your fingertips in exploration along his smooth pectoral muscles and neck.

Arthur’s body tensed at the intimate touch that turned into a shiver.

Stroking his bearded jaw, you watched Arthur close his eyes in bliss and start to breathe heavily. You leaned forward and supported your hands on his shoulders, letting your breath ghost over Arthur’s lips. Once you looked up again, his eyes remained closed. You bit your lip while scooping water and letting the cold liquid slosh over his head and face.

Arthur exhaled a gasping breath. He wiped the droplets from his face. “You cheeky little-”

You chuckled and covered your face to shield your teasing, feeling curious about the next word. “Little – what? Wanker? Bastard?”

Arthur bowed his head with a smirk. “Vixen. That’s cruel, you know? Hurting a poor chap’s feelings like that.”

“Oh, really? Do lead me into the direction of this poor chap.” You smiled at the reminder of a familiar conversation.

In return, Arthur beamed in adoration. He tilted his head and let a few strands of his hair dangle over his forehead. “Do you enjoy toying with me so?”

You pursed your lips in thought, shrugging.  “What can I say? It has become one of my favourite pastimes.”

“Still, I believe a part of you secretly enjoys when you receive all of my devotion.” With an intense gaze, Arthur stared at you without uttering a sound. His stare slightly flustered you. Only Arthur was able to render you speechless – only at times – with a mere look.

You saw it coming, maybe because of your instincts or because of the look in Arthur’s eyes. You could just tell.

His gaze alternated between your eyes and your lips. His gaze alone made your heart beat thunderously in your chest. Your skin grew hotter with every passing second.

It felt like eternity before Arthur leaned forward with a soft smile.

A part of you considered what it would feel like to be kissed by Arthur Pendragon of all people and to kiss him in return. When the Lady of the Lake and the prophecy of Merlin have been on your mind for so many years, you couldn’t help imagining how it would feel like. You imagined it would be passionate, sensual, maybe even fun. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for the reality. How soft Arthur’s lips were. How his hand would frame your jaw. The warmth of his body as it shrouded you from everything around you, keeping you safe and warm.

You absolutely hated how clichéd you sounded. How you had turned into one of those damsels you promised yourself never to turn into.

Your body went still at the intimate touch before you opened your mouth with a gasp.

Arthur groaned at your exhaling sounds. His lips chased after yours, needing to be closer. As soon as you gave your unspoken consent, his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

You stroked the nape of Arthur’s neck, needing to feel him. Despite you being naked Arthur remained respectful.

He could’ve yielded to his baser impulses and unashamedly clung his naked chest to yours, but instead chose to merely lean forward with his lips and hands covering your skin. With merely a whisper apart. Calling Arthur a gentleman in your head sounded almost ludicrous yet the concept strangely fitted him.

Arthur’s wet tongue danced with yours, with a curious passion that made your stomach clench. A wistful moan left your lips. Tightening his grip, Arthur breathed in deeply.

You gingerly stroked Arthur's beard, feeling the hair brushing against your neck, tickling you.

Shivers wrecked your body before you giggled.

Arthur nestled his face into your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, humming to himself. “You taste good.”

“And your beard tickles.”

Arthur chuckled. “And for a second I wondered about the cause of your jest. My ego can only take so much bruising from you.” His warm breath tingled against your skin, as he pressed lazy kisses on your throat, nuzzling your pulse point.

Your arm lingered on his shoulder before quietly muttering, “I think we need to get out of the water.”

Arthur dropped his forehead in the crook of your neck, exhaling puffs of air against your throat. “And here we just started getting to know each other.”

You observed your fingers on Arthur’s shoulder. “My skin is getting wizened.”

He lifted his head and sent you an appraising gaze. “All right. But no more avoiding me. I’ll save you a seat during dinner.” With a smouldering gaze, he winked.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“No, my love, just a promise.”

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[pendragonsclotpole]

question for my fellow merthur compatriots, i recently started reading a merlin canon fix-it where merlin’s modern name was emrys hunithson, and like i love that name, touching, meaningful. but that and another post on this website has me thinking about the lovely alternatives merlin might use as his name in a modern world.

like yeah, he could go by merlin emrys, merlin hunithson, emrys hunithson

but imagine if he took up the last name pendragon.

1500 years pass and merlin’s traveling the world as merlin pendragon, as emrys pendragon or better yet

ambrose pendragon.

merlin signs all his contracts and credit card receipts with the name a. pendragon.

arthur and the rest of the roundtable + gwen + morgana return but can’t find merlin. WHY?

because they’re looking for the wrong name.

[deuteragonist1]

Merthur really have it all huh. King and lionheart dynamic. Fucking hate at first sight then speedrun to trying to die for the other. Slow burn? Never heard of her. One of them wears gloves and one doesn't and I'm not even gonna bother to explain why that is top fucking tier. Lies and secrets that could bring about the doom of the kingdom. Obviously adore each other but will actually fucking die before saying it with actual words. The prince is a gigantic asshole who doesn't know how to show care or ask for attention like a person who had healthy emotional development as a child and oscillates between pulling pigtails and acting like an over-eager puppy or both at the same time. Domesticity levels previously unheard of. They canonically wear each other's clothes. One of them makes up words and the other promptly starts using them. Both are extremely into the other's specific brand of dumbassery. Their love language is fucking playing together. "I don't want you to change" fuck this fuck everything

[phd-in-bears]

Monarchies are only fun in fiction. But overthrowing a monarchy in real life could be very fun

[frizzy-frizz-frizz]

arthur shouldve had a scene like in sinbad when he's told to disarm and he starts putting down like half the armoury....and merlin's not even using magic for this arthur just Has that many weapons with him at given moment- he's not even in armour

and he's not even hiding them?? its just that no one ever expects him to be a walking armoury, but it makes lot more sense now how arthur will occasionally just hand people whatever sharp thing they need and it's like- "why the fuck does he have a scalpel"

[pandalikeelf]

would that i by hozier

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A traditional drawing of Arthur Lester from the chest up, portrayed in an animated gif followed by three stills of the gif frames. The drawing depicts Arthur as a midsized white man with disheveled dark hair that hangs over his face. He has a straight nose, eyebags, some stubble, and wears a brown button-up shirt, also disheveled. His face is pointed right at the viewer, his jaw slack in shock, as his eyes go entirely black. John is portrayed as a huge set of yellow teeth that circle Arthur entirely, as if about to devour him. Yellow drips from the maw of the teeth and from Arthur's shirt. Text frames the teeth, reading: "The King in Yellow". The gif fades from a bright version of the drawing to one bathed in shadows with only the outlines and text visible. End ID.]

yeah I'm still not over John speaking his (former) name for the first time, that changed the entire trajectory of my DNA. malevolent is SUCH a podcast <3

[frenchublog]

Guinevere/Arthur PART2

[watchtowerindistress]

are you falling for me...? (1/2) - arthur pendragon x guinevere!reader

A/N: Another one! Damn, Arthur is such a banter machine. Excuse the few times when I didn’t use time-appropriate wording. I don’t know when I’m going to post the second part since inspiration has been hindered by my schedule. Still working on the draft outline.

Summary: Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife. 

Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn't already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x fem!reader (Lady Guinevere, no body description)

Warning: puns, sexual undertones, mention of smut, language, blood

Words: 3.2k

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“So, what’s the plan?”

Arthur and Bedivere rode on horseback side-by-side through the forest.

“We need to acquire the help of someone who can hide in the shadows. Manipulate the minds of people. A fighter and a spy.”

Arthur turned his head in fascination at the vague description. “You’re not talking about the mage then?” He chuckled. “I’m guessing you have someone in mind already?”

“Indeed. This could prove to be quite difficult though. If they don’t kill us first.”

Arthur turned his head sharply at the ominous warning. He smiled wryly. “How wonderful. And here I thought I would die while inside of a beautiful woman and not surrounded by trees.”

“Quiet,” his friend muttered strictly.

Arthur snorted. “Don’t be a prude, Bedivere.”

“Stop talking and halt your horse.”

Arthur grunted loudly. An arrow whizzed in front of his horse’s feet. With a stunned reaction, Arthur’s eyes went downwards before he pulled the reins. The horse whinnied in reaction and her legs jumped in the air. Arthur tried soothing the horse by stroking the skin and quietly muttering, “Easy, girl. Steady.”

Arthur turned his head towards Bedivere with cynicism in his eyes. “Is this person really your friend?”

“I never said anything about friends. More like friend of a friend.”

Arthur didn’t like the nonchalant tone in his voice since Bedivere wasn’t known for it. “You’re not exactly instilling a lot of confidence, my friend.”

Bedivere raised his voice when he called out into the greenery. “We mean you no harm.”

In demonstration, Bedivere lifted his hand and carefully stepped off his horse. With his expressive eyes, Bedivere indicated for Arthur to do the same. “We just want to talk.”

Arthur sighed before he followed suit. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he uttered into a whisper that soon shifted into a hiss. “I’m not getting shot with an arrow for you.”

“Please ignore my companion. We need your help,” Bedivere continued, as if he hadn’t heard him.

Arthur only heard the rustling sound once a hooded archer jumped down from one of the tree’s branches. They tilted their head before pointing a nocked arrow towards Arthur.

He snarled at the threat they displayed and didn’t appreciate the insult. “Tell your friend to stop threatening me with the pointy sticks.”

“You’re the one posing a threat with the sword,” he explained. Bedivere sent him a nonplussed expression. “What? I’m only carrying my daggers.”

The archer’s eyes lingered on Excalibur which he was carrying at his waist. The hood shrouded their features in darkness, he could merely detect a dark-green paint underneath their eyes and along the cheeks.

Yet, he couldn’t help being a brazen bastard when he smirked. “Are you impressed with my giant weapon?”

His hooded opponent exhaled an aggravated groan. Arthur frowned when the sound stirred something in his breeches.

They unsheathed their hidden blade. Stepping closer, they pointed the sharp end towards Arthur’s face.

Not liking where this was going, Arthur nervously reached for his sword and clenched his jaw. He tilted his head back and the corners of his mouth twisted into a snarl.

“In your dreams,” a female voice answered.

Arthur frowned as soon as he realized that he was facing a woman. He tilted his head to gaze under the hood and discerned soft lips.

It still confused him that his manhood twitched at the anticipation of being threatened with a sword by a woman.

“Why are you wearing men’s pants?” he blurted out.

You furrowed your eyebrows and dropped the hood of your cloak with your free hand, revealing the green camouflage around the eyes and your braided hair over your shoulder.

Arthur’s hand loosened from his sheath before he opened his mouth, feeling utterly speechless.

“I’m pointing a very sharp blade to your face. Are these really the last words you want to utter before you die? Perhaps you’d prefer those pointy sticks instead?”

Bedivere, ever the diplomat, raised his palms while standing between them. “No one’s killing anyone today.” When he didn’t see you revert back from your threatening stance, he continued, “You really intend to kill the next King of England before can even fulfil his destiny?”

You slightly lowered your blade in astonishment. “You’re Arthur?”

“Have we met before, love?” Arthur felt fascinated by this creature and his face lit up.

You exhaled before glancing at Bedivere in heavy disappointment. “Are you sure that I can’t just kill him? I would do us all a favour.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes. His arms tensed at his waist. “What did I ever do to hurt you? We just met.”

Frowning in confusion, you turned back to Bedivere. You placed the blade back into the sheath at your waist. “Why are you here?”

“We need your help, Lady Guinevere.”

You sighed wearily. “Did Merlin send you?”

Bedivere quietly nodded.

“Well, great. Not like I have a choice, do I?” You turned to Arthur, feeling confused by his silence. “Anything else you have to say?”

Arthur looked up, knowing he had been staring at your body in great appreciation. He swallowed thickly. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the motion. “… You have really … beautiful eyes. You know … the green paint makes them really, you know, … shine.”

Arthur could feel Bedivere look at him in a mixture of shock and puzzlement.

The mission went as expected. The fact that Arthur was the one who planned it shouldn’t have surprised you. Especially that he was forced to improvise when him and his rebel friends were confronted with a few Blacklegs.

You merely sighed and nocked an arrow into your bow and let it loose. The hand holding his sword was penetrated before a pained roar echoed on the streets. Apparently, Bedivere wasn’t wrong in utilizing you as a backup to save Arthur’s hide.

You stepped into the cave. After seeing the mage by the fireplace who stirred a green-ish paste with a mortar and pestle, you muttered sarcastically over the woman’s shoulder, “Smells delightful.”

“Not all things to cure your ailments taste like rainbows.”

You whispered, “Of course you’d know what a rainbow tastes like. What’s it for?” You watched her work while cowering on the ground.

“Arthur,” she muttered back. “This way his shoulder won’t get infected.”

“Ah, that mace came out of nowhere,” you explained almost defensively that you weren’t able to fully keep Arthur safe.

“Do you mind bringing it to him at the lake?”

Her gaze remained on the mash without facing you.

You narrowed your eyes and stood upright again. “I’m not a healer.”

“But you still know how to bandage a wound, don’t you?”

Mistrust rose in you. The mage was always known in taking care of the future King.

“Got something better to do?”

“Actually, yes. I’m awfully cold, I think I’d rather stay by the fire. Keep myself warm,” the mage answered innocently.

“I know what you’re doing, mage, and I don’t appreciate it,” you hissed darkly.

The mage lifted the mortar like a small present over your shoulder. “Wonderful. Love the initiative.”

You heaved a sigh while you strolled along the riverbank. The exhaling breath turned heavier as soon as you saw Arthur sitting in the distance.

His back was turned towards you. A huge gulp was taken from the bottle of alcohol before he shoved it back into the sand with circular motions.

“Keep some of that.” You notified your presence.

At the sound of your voice behind him, Arthur turned his body in surprise.

The blond man wrestled the bottle out of the sand and gave it away willingly. He smirked lecherously. “When did I get so lucky to have you take care of me?”

“Or unlucky. I have a blade to ward off any unwanted hands, you know.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘unwanted’, princess,” Arthur mumbled with a gravelly voice.

You exhaled at hearing his constant flirting. “Take off your undergarment.”

Arthur sent you a surprised smirk. “Well, hello. You’re a bit fast for me. What happened to foreplay?”

“My King,” you hissed mockingly. “Take off your chemise or I’ll do it for you.”

Arthur chuckled. “You’re making me blush, Princess. You know I’m all yours-”

With harsh movements of your wrist, you wrestled with Arthur’s clothing.

“Uh - God damn it - you - not so rough.” Arthur exhaled as soon as he was freed from his undergarment and his upper body was naked to your eyes.

The moment it was bare, and the wound was visible, you realized that it would have sufficed to pull it at his shoulder a bit. Either you wanted to ogle him or torture him with your rugged manner. And imagining the first option was far too frightening to imagine.

Wet hair clung to Arthur’s forehead. The carnal image was a pure distraction.

“You have a terrible bedside manner,” he grumbled.

“Then I guess you need to be careful not to get hurt again.” Wetting the linen clothing with the water of the lake, you cleaned his wound until a nasty cut remained. You dipped the material back in the water to get rid of the spare blood.

Arthur whispered softly, “Oh, are you falling for me, my love? Careful, your true feelings are showing.”

You reciprocated Arthur’s gaze without blinking. You cleared your throat. Absentmindedly, you doused the linen clothing with alcohol. Without warning, you pushed the garment mercilessly against Arthur’s bloodied skin.

A pained groan left his lips before Arthur closed his eyes. “Damn you, woman. Let me.” He pressed the linen against his skin himself unless he wanted to get tortured further.

“Judging by the scars on your body, I’d imagine you knew a lot about pain already.”

Arthur gazed back at you. “I knew you’ve been admiring my body after all.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You revealed the mortar with the green paste. “Whatever helps you sleep better at night.”

“Truth be told, you could me help with-” His nose wrinkled once the smell hit him. “What the hell’s that?”

“Courtesy of our mage.” Two fingers smeared with the spread before you rubbed it on his injured shoulder. “It’s supposed to activate the healing process, save it from infection. It would be a shame for the born King to die from a mere infection, wouldn’t it?”

You began wrapping the bandages around his shoulder.

Arthur chuckled before he licked his lips. His gaze met yours over his shoulder. “So, what did I ever do to hurt your feelings, huh? Did we shag and I ignored you the day after?”

Arthur’s casual mention made you wrap the bandage tighter around his shoulder.

He hissed in pain and glared at you.

You chose to ignore his stare while continuing to focus on wrapping Arthur’s shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe I just abhor the fact of having no control over my own fate.”

“And what would you do if you had control, my Lady?”

“Stop calling me that,” you growled.

“Why is a lady hiding in the forest in the first place?”

“Same as you. So your uncle doesn’t kill me.” Without realizing it, your fingers tightened a knot into the wrap.

“You still haven’t answered my question. How do we know each other?”

“To be honest, you already know the answer to that.”

“Come on, put this poor chap out of his misery.”

You playfully inspected your surroundings. “Oh, do point me towards this poor lad.” You shook your head, sighing. “We met when we were children. I resided at court with my family and with yours.”

“Wait a second.” Arthur turned his head in recognition. His eyes lit up with a newfound appreciation. “Lady Gwen? You were the one with the hair!”

That description made you frown. It felt like you hadn’t escaped your past when Arthur used to tease you like the prince he was, kept pulling on your hair when you were both children. Having enough of his mocking, you pushed him back until Arthur dropped into the water.

With a huff, you stood up and started walking briskly away from the male nuisance. There was a reason why you preferred the solitude of the forest.

Light-hearted chuckles remained in the distance while Arthur stared at you in admiration. “Still as feisty as I remember.”

You sighed when the sounds of the flutes and string instruments echoed in the cave. The deeper you wandered inside; the music became clearer.

You stroked the hair behind your ear.

For some reason, Goosefat Bill considered it a good idea to have a night of singing and dancing to build up morale among the crew. You still didn’t like it that you had to dress up for the occasion and abandon your chemise and leather pants you wore while in hiding.

You exhaled deeply when you entered the cave. Many groups of people stood around the campfire while others danced in pairs.

Arthur sat on a wooden chair near the cave walls and sipped at a jug of beer. The moment he saw you, he did a double take once he began to recognize you with the unfamiliar clothes.

With his eyes shining, Arthur called out merrily, “Princess. Almost didn’t recognize you with a dress. Tell me, what happened to your trousers, my Lady?”

The gall of the conceited prince.

You stepped closer towards him until you were standing next to him. Seeing him staring up at you with his head thrown back to fully gaze at you.

“How is your shoulder?”

“Wonderful. Unless you want to tend to it, then I’m feeling utterly miserable.” Arthur pouted his lips.

He placed his hand on his hip as he slowly stood up like a jungle cat. With lazy movements that made your stomach stir with wanton emotions, he inched closer to you until your hips almost brushed together.

“Thanks for the inquiry. You do care after all. There’s no need to hide your feelings from me, you know? You can just admit how much you secretly want to see me naked and have a tumble under the sheets.”

You cleared your throat before the sound turned into an exhale. “In your dreams, Pendragon.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be proper to tell you what kind of dreams I’m having of you.”

You turned your head in fascination. “You care about propriety, since when?”

“Oh, you naughty princess. Someone wants me to talk dirty to her after all.” Full lips shifted into an indecent smirk. Arthur tipped his head forward until his hair hovered over his eyes before he stroked it back.

You sighed. “As if you could handle that.”

A ruthless idea formed in your head when you eyed his beer.

You teasingly took the pitcher from his hands. Taking a huge gulp from his alcoholic drink while sending him a molten gaze.

Arthur swallowed before he replied with a raspy voice, “You don’t know what I could take.”

You hummed. You pushed the now almost empty jug against Arthur’s chest which he cradled with his hand without averting his gaze from you.

“Well, I’m going to have just the minimum of fun and dance with the mage.”

Without missing a beat, Arthur stepped forward. A move that even stunned you. “May I be of assistance, my Lady?”

“Oh, manners. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.” You patted his chest, including his prominent pectoral muscles, just for the fun of it. The touch turned into indulgent and distracted stroking for a few seconds too long before you reminded yourself to swiftly turn around to walk away.

But you still heard the taunting voice of Goosefat Bill. “Admiring your work, Arthur.”

“Sod off, Bill,” Arthur grumbled angrily.

“Put him out of his misery. It’s distracting him,” the mage whispered.

You held her hand while twirling around her with the practised steps. One thing your upbringing taught you was to adapt. After a while you got used to the fun, casual dances.

“Oh, please. He can take it. Besides, he’s a man. Everything distracts them.”

The mage tilted her head and watched you with a blank, brown-eyed gaze. “You intend to ignore your fate with him as well?”

“I’m not Queen material, mage. And I can’t even stand Arthur most of the time.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. Arthur loves to ruffle your feathers and a part of you wants to-”

“Hit him over the back of his head? Tease him right back after all these years?” You continued for her.

“You mean as a shield to hide yourself behind? How is that working out for you?”

You stared blankly at her. “I don’t appreciate your matchmaking, mage.”

“You’re forcing me to it if I want to see that fate becoming real.”

“Perhaps Merlin was wrong,” you stated anxiously. Knowing that Arthur was your future rattled you on a whole different level.

The mage raised unimpressed eyebrows. “You dare to utter such blasphemy? And what about the Lady of the Lake? Is she wrong, as well?”

The air turned tense with silence. It only got worse, the longer it prevailed.

You clenched your jaw at the reminder of what the future was holding-

“Are you ladies having fun without me?” Arthur swooped in with his typical swagger. “You mind if I cut in?”

You opened your mouth when the mage’s answer stopped you in your tracks.

“No minding here.”

Without another word, she glided away like an elegant dancer, stunning you for a second at the audacity as you stared after her.

Arthur’s lips twitched with the widening of his eyes in astonishment at the mage’s gesture. “I knew I liked her for a reason,” he mentioned before turning back to you, offering the palm of his hand. “Dance with me, Lady Guinevere.”

You sighed, finally surrendering to your fate. “Who am I to spoil the evening?” You rhetorically asked before placing your hand in his.

Arthur smiled and bowed almost mockingly low.

As soon as he stood upright again, you teased him right back by saying, “I hope you know your steps, Arthur.”

The moment you lifted your arm, not only did Arthur interlace your fingers together, but he also pressed your folded hands to his chest.

Damn you, Arthur Pendragon. You and your heartbreak eyes and your cheeky ways.

Arthur’s unaccustomed tendencies kept you on your toes when you were forced to step closer until you stood inches away from him. And Arthur’s breath ghosted over your forehead.

“You’re not moving. You’re supposed to move,” you mumbled under your breath.

Like he was uttering a secret just between you, Arthur whispered, “Maybe I like it this way. Just standing here like this. Having you so close to me. With you not fighting me at every turn.”

You swallowed. “I am going to fight you if you don’t move.”

Hesitation warred in Arthur’s expression. “All right.”

Before you could truly process what was happening, Arthur started slow dancing with you with swaying motions and making you chuckle.

He was caressing the soft skin of your hand with his thumb while the other, stroked a curl of your hair away with admiring eyes. “See? I knew I could make you smile.”

Arthur lifted your palm to his lips to nuzzle it with his lips. His bearded jaw left tingles right to your stomach.

There was only one thought rushing through your mind while staring into those bright eyes.

Dear God, you were in trouble.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14​ @lelapine​

[pendragonsclotpole]

rewatching an episode of season one of merlin right now, i have a lot of thoughts (arthur legit looks so young it’s messing with my mind realizing how much the characters grow over the seasons and oh my lordy merlin used to be so pure, so trusting, so naive *ugh*) but one thing that just popped into my head: how small Camelot looks.

this is probably due to budget reasons, but the fact that random people can show up and demand an audience with uther or appear mysteriously and meet with a prince, it just makes me wonder what that must have been like for merlin both during his time in camelot and after

we’re talking a kingdom’s whose golden age was in an era of petty states and kings, a few centuries after the fall of the roman empire. merlin fics sometimes bring up how popular merlin is among the people of camelot. it highlights the unspoken notion that camelot and its nobles and royals aree within degrees of separation.

the world, after arthur’s death, must have gotten so frightfully big for merlin. i just think, what if merlin had served arthur or another such king in a later era when the size of the kingdom was so much larger? remove the feudalistic background, if that is what they were going for in the series, and who is merlin? its for that reason that i love the joke that merlin would lowkey be a monarchist because yeah, merlin lived an early era of kings where royals could be in such close proximity and held to the standards of their people.

[missingdadneto]

Surfing Session gone wrong

Dad! Orm Marius x Fem Reader x Daughter

[ A/N: I am dying because of the limited Orm fanfics there are, so I decided I wanted to write onee, This is all for fun so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.]

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After Orm was erased from Atlantis, he no longer lived in the waters, he is now one with the land. The home of the Surface Dwellers, and soon enough it became a land weather he fell in love with Arthurs's best friend, Y/N, a Meta-Human who could adapt to any living circumstances, making her able to breathe in the Waters. She was a part of the Justice League but she rather lives her day-to-day life in her cottage beside the sea, close to Arthur’s house. Orm would spend time with Y/N as much as he could, they would talk for hours, about how Y/N’s interest in the sea rises, as well as how Orm’s interest towards the surface land also rises. 

Soon enough Orm and Y/N were together, and a year later they got married and had their daughter Pearl. She inherits her Dad’s blonde hair, with her vision colors resemble her mother's green hue. Junior on the other hand was Mera and Arthur’s son, he had curly red hair and tan skin. 

Pearl and Junior were as close as ever, their cousin relationship felt as if they were siblings because of the 2 year difference. As soon as they reached their teenage years they would meet up every Saturday morning to go surfing in their Ocean backyard. 

Orm was cooking breakfast as Y/N was reading on the sofa, Pearl came down the stairs and ran to grab her surfing board. She makes a quick stop to hug her Mother as well as to her Father. Orm hugged her back as he kissed his daughter’s head. 

“Be safe, and don’t forget to always watch out for whoever's in the Waters,” Orm warned his daughter every time, every week, and every second she was going in the Ocean. Despite her being half Atlantean. “There are people always hunting for us and if they do-”

“I Know Dad! Besides I’ll always be with Junior so I won’t be alone” Pearl laughed as she went away from the hug. She smiled at her Mother as she opened the back door. “See you guys!”

“Bye Pearl” Both Orm and Y/N smiled as their daughter went to the Waters. 

Pearl ran to Junior as he was already setting up in their usual meet-up spot, they lived quite near to each other as the beach they lived in connects, resulting in them meeting right in the middle.  “Hey, Pearl! I bought this new surfboard and it’s rad I would say” Junior showed off his board to Pearl as she looked somewhat amused. 

“That’s cool Alright, now come on! Let’s go!” She motioned her board towards the bog waves hitting the fine Morning, the sun rises higher and higher as their skins are getting tanner each weekend. 

They surfed as usual, with Junior always making it a competition on who gets the higher waves. Strangely enough, Pearl stopped as she sat on her board to see the corals beneath them. “Junior come look! The corals are more colorful than before…” Pearl spoke as Junior sat on his surfing board as well while looking below. “Hm, that’s weird, yesterday none of them had any colors” Junior confessed as Pearl looked back to him with her eyes rising out of her betrayal state. 

“YOU WENT SURFING YESTERDAY? AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?” She exclaimed with Junior laughing and defending himself, “See in my defense you were not home, YOU WERE OUT!”. Pearl stopped what she was about to say as she looked at the waters once more “Wait look Junior, the water is turning purple”. The color scattered slowly as Arthur and Orm were just about to greet their kids. “HEY PEARL!” Arthur shouted to the two teenagers as Orm followed, “Hi Junior, you guys okay?”

“Hi, Uncle Arthur!” Pearl shouted with Junior following “Hey Uncle Orm!”. “The corals are more colorful but the water is getting purple and it just looks-” Pearl stopped her sentence as he dad shouted to Junior and her. 

“GET OUT NOW!” Orm commanded as he looked at Arthur with a stunned face, Junior and Pearl were confused but they paddled as fast as they could before the purple waters reached their touches. Orm and Arthur swam as fast as they could to grab the surfboards of their child as they pulled them to the shore. 

As soon as they reached the shore Arthur and Orm reached for their child full of worry, Orm hugged Pearl quickly as he looked at her hands and feet that touched the waters. The two Fathers checked for any signs of infection in Junior and Pearl’s skin as Junior cut off the awkward state that they were in. “Uh guys, is everything alright?”

Arthur hugged Junior as tightly as he could and Orm’s arm half hugged Pearl, a relief stance of a Father for their child. “Chemicals have been reaching close to our waters, but we didn’t know that it would be this fast, and thank the Gods it didn’t reach any of you, Atlanteans touching such waters could leave a more damaging stance than humans. Orm sighed as he looked at his daughter as well as Junior beside her. 

“What, who would drop these chemicals?” Junior looked at his Father, Arthur breathed as he shook his head. “We’re going to find out…but let's just go home first and we’ll meet together at lunch okay?” The family agreed as they went back home. 

Orm helped Pearl with her surfboard as he looked at her when they reached home, “Those chemicals….” Orm stopped as Pearl waited for her father's confession “Those chemicals were the same consistency that killed Atlantean children years ago, I just can’t lose you two, I can’t lose you” Y/N opened the door as she heard Orm’s sentence, she looked at Pearl as she also checked any signs of infection in a quick pace. 

“Mom, please! Dad already checked me” Y/N is afraid to lose her only daughter as she looks at Orm. “Oh God, I know you’re fine but I’m just double checking…it’s so close to us we need to be alert sweetie.” 

Pearl shook her head as she washed her foot that was full of sand, “I’ll get ready for lunch, It’s just still a shock” Orm nodded as he smiled slightly, after Pearl went up to her room, Orm and Y/N looked at each other in the backyard, looking at the sea. 

“Have Arthur called for help from Atlantean soldiers to clean the chemical corals?” She looked towards the sea as small waves were being created, somewhat like a small tornado in the waters being summoned by Atlanteans. “I seem like it hun, I was just-” Orm stopped as Y/N’s hand reached Orm’s cheek, “It was this closer to Pearl and Junior, if they have touched the waters they-”

“Shh I know, but Thank God they’re safe now” She smiled as she looked at the waves once more. Orm then leaned to kiss Y/N’s cheek as he went inside to get ready for lunch at Arthur’s house as well. This is going to be a heavy topic for lunch.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

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Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

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When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

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[atror173]

Arthur Pendragon

The Once and Future King

#Merlin

[inalandofsadclowns]

When Arthur complained about his knights and Merlin offered his help and Arthur thought Merlin wanted to become a knight, we remember that, right? Because that's how that exchange went:

Merlin: Well, I think I might be able to help.

Arthur: You, Merlin? You haven't the faintest idea what it takes to become a knight. Courage, fortitude, discipline.

Yeah, fascinating. He gives this list of virtues: courage, fortitude, discipline, but completely misses the main reason why Merlin couldn't be a knight:

Later in the episode we're introduced to the First Code of Camelot, according to which exclusively those of noble blood can become knights.

The king's rule – the obvious reason. The easy way to put an end to a hypothetical argument before it even began. Everyone could understand this, nothing personal, no hard feelings.

Arthur, instead, starts listing all these qualities, two of which he himself has admitted that Merlin actually possesses.

Seriously, "man has got balls" is the impression Arthur repeatedly keeps getting about Merlin since their first meeting. He went against his own father because Merlin deserved the gesture for his bravery. Also Merlin apparently thinks and moves fast enough to pull Arthur from the way of a knife, when Arthur himself failed to react and move in time. Then what is fortitude, if not the willingness to get burnt at the stake for Gwen or drinking poison for Arthur? Discipline is questionable with Merlin, though as far as Arthur was aware, Merlin can polish an entire set of armor by himself in a night and learn to put them on, if he sets his mind to it. Meaning that Arthur can't even say with his whole heart that Merlin has no discipline.

Nah, at this point he's straight out lying to himself about his servant. For some reason believing he's useless makes it easier. Meanwhile he's not even having his own words, look how serious his tone was- He didn't even laught at Merlin. *I* would have laughed, if I though early seasons Merlin all of a sudden wanted to wear armor and wield a sword. From Arthur, one would expect a reaction like in ep1 when Merlin threw off his jacket to fight. It's the fact that by ep5, Arthur, under the surface, was so shocked by Merlin's courage and other obscure abilities that he did not even ridicule him at the proposal of knighthood. That answer was the same "you're a coward" which will soon become Arthur's usual part of the banter.

[chloe-skywalker]

Magic Divide - Arthur Pendragon (Part 2)

Arthur x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,554

Summary: Now in Y/n’s kingdom Arthur has some making up to do.

Authors Note: Maybe a part3 ? I’m thinking about it. Like Arthur see her do magic and getting to understand it.

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It didn’t take them more than a day and a night to reach Valmore. As soon as they reached the city Morgana quickly caught eyes on Y/n. She jumped off her horse and practically ran over to the y/h/c-ed girl, everyone else followed in Morgana’s direction.

“Y/n!” Morgana yelled out happily.

“Morgana?” Y/n questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned around to fcae where she heard her name called from. Upon seeing who she thought she heard calling her name. Y/n moved away from her knights, handing her horse's reins off to one of them, meeting Morgana halfway in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“You said to visit anytime.” Morgana smiled at the princess.

“I know I did. I just didn’t think you would so soon. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy you're here. All of you” Y/n smirked happily to have them in her home. Her gaze went across everyone but it lingered a little longer on Arthur before she cast her eyes down.

“What happened to your arm?” Merlin asked with a worried expression after everyone had greeted eachother with smiles.

With Merlin's question, all of them turned their eyes to Y/n’s arm. Noticed the not so pretty gash on her bicep. It was obviously healing and had been stitched up nicely.

“Oh, this?” Y/n pointed to her upper right arm. She shrugged, compared to other injuries she’s had this was a cakewalk. “Happened when I was training. Hadn’t done it in so long I botched a move and well this happened.”

Everyone felt shocked at how she addressed her wound as nothing. But then Arthur spoke up. “Are you ok?”

Y/n looked up at the blonde prince again and nodded before answering. “Yeah, I’ve had worse. Especially when it comes to training.”

Arthur nodded in understanding but it didn’t stop his concern.

“Was it a sword? Or-” Leon asked wondering what made the slightly jagged cut.

“No, no. Swordfighting I wasn’t rusty at.” Y/n shook her head at the young knight. “This came from hand to hand combat. Kind of- a few moves I was rusty at which made me mess up and fall. This cut I got from a very sharp nasty rock.”

Leon nodded in understanding. Gwen stepped forward with a worried look before she asked. “You’ve had worse? That bruise on your upper back looks horrid.”

The others had to agree the bruise looked worse than the healing cut.

“Oh, if only you’ve seen how into it we can all get when it comes to hand to hand.” Y/n smiled letting out an amused laugh. Things were different here than in Camelot. “We go full out. No holding back. Lots of dislocations, torn muscles, cuts, all of it.”

“Women fight?” Gwaine raised his brow in shock and it showed on his face.

Y/n smirked at their shocked faces, so she continued to explain. “In my kingdom, women are warriors, Knights, fighters. We don’t discourage women from wanting to join in on those kinds of things. We encourage them.”

“But the princess?” Lancelot raised one brow in a teasing manner, having seen her fight before unlike most of the others.

“Haha, Lancelot.” Y/n playfully glared at him. “Yes, even the princess. I should know how to defend myself and my kingdom, and my people.”

Y/n spared a glance to Arthur, trying to read his feelings on the words she had said.

“Well, we should probably go up to the Castle.” Morgana suggested with a proud smile on her face. She truly wished she could spend some time in Valmore, enough to learn skills in combat. Maybe even something more magical.

“Yes. I bet you're all tired from the journey. Follow me and my knights. We’ll escort you.” Y/n nodded in agreement to Morgana’s words.

Y/n headed over to her horse, as she went to get up Arthur noticed a slight grimace came across her face as she mounted her horse.

“Do you need some help?” Arthur asked stepping closer to just in case her arm gave out as she pulled herself up onto the saddle.

“No, I uh. I get it.” She answered flustered to having him so close after so long of being apart. Once she was up on the horse she looked down at Arthur with a small smile on her lip. “As I said, I’ve had worse injuries than this. They’ve never stopped me before.”

With that said Y/n escorted her friends from Camelot up to the castle. Once they got their Y/n and her knights took them into the throne room where her parents were currently. After getting them arrangements to stay for as long as they want. With that everyone was shown to their rooms.

It was the next day when everyone decided to do some training in the morning. Some from Camelot had come down to watch Y/n train.

And she wasn’t kidding when she said they trained hardcore.

“Should she be fighting with her arm?” Merlin asked out to anyone that would give him an answer. He winced as he watched his friend fight.

“No.” Arthur answered leaning against the waist high wall. He to was concerned about her but she could hold her own, he knew that. Arthur was more concerned about her fighting and breaking open the freshly healed wound. “No, she shouldn't be, Merlin.”

“Well, are you just going to stare and watch her or go over and talk to her?” Morgana spoke giving Arthur a knowing look.

Arthur glanced Morgana's way before turning his attention back to Y/n. “She’s in the middle of a fight. She needs to concentrate on that.”

“Y/n wasn’t kidding when she said they don’t hold back.” Leon commented as he to watched the training.

Gwen agreed. “Yeah. They really go hard at one another.”

“She’s fighting with men.” Lancelot stated impressed.

“And winning.” Morgana stated proudly.

“She can hold her own.” Merlin nodded in agreement before asking Arthur another question. “When are you going to talk and make up.”

“When I can get her alone.” Arthur told him refraining from rolling his eyes.

“Good luck with that. She’s always surrounded by her knights.” Merlin countered with a tilt of his head.

“They're her friends.” Gwen tried to defend but Morgana cut in wanting to join in on Merlin’s pestering of Arthur.

“Their also men.” Morgana smirked. There were a few girls as well but if she wanted to get at Arthur. Mention all the other men around the girl he loves.

Merlin sucked in a breath in a teasing manner. “She seems very close to knight Jon and Knight Wardlow.”

“I get it okay?” Arthur snapped at them. He didn’t need to be told what he was seeing with his own eyes. Not that he’d admit it but he did feel jealous.

^     ^     ^

It was the next day that Arthur found a moment to get Y/n alone to talk.

“Y/n!” Arthur yelled after her down the hallway.

“Arthur.” Y/n said as she turned around to look at the prince as he came to a stop in front of her.

“Can we talk?” Arthur asked and he glanced nervously to the knights that were beside her.

Y/n stood still just watching him for a moment before giving him a ‘yes’ nod.

“You gonna be okay?” Knight Darby asked the princess with a look Arthur couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Y/n nodded sending Darby a grateful nod for checking first. She was indeed close with her knights and when she came back she had told them what had happened. So they were on edge about leaving her alone with the prince of Camelot.

“If not just yell out. I won’t be far.” Knight Jon stated with narrowed eyes pinned on the young prince. Which was very intimidating to Arthur. He’d seen the man fight, he was pure violence.

“Hmmm” Wardlow hummed and nodded in agreement with his fellow knight and friend. Y/n nodded as the 3 men walked to the end of the hallway not so subtly watching.

“What is on your mind Prince Arthur?” Y/n asked shifting on her feet.

“Can we talk in private?” he sighed not feeling comfortable being watched with what he wanted to talk about.

“Of course.” Y/n gulped nodding before turning and giving her knights a wave. Told them it was okay and to stay. So her and Arthur headed into the nearest room. “What is it you would like to talk about prince Arthur?”

He sighed leaning his head to the side. “Are we really going back to using ‘Prince before my name?”

“How else should I address you?” Y/n said looking down at her hands. She didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Not really.

“As just Arthur.” Arthur said loudly before taking a breath. He wasn’t mad at her he was pissed at himself. For putting them here. “Like before.”

It saddened him to realize he made her feel like they had to go back to the beginning. He hated himself for it.

“But things aren’t like before.” she told him with a sigh. God did she wish they were like before. She really missed him but how could they be together now?” We were together before. Now we’re not so I should address you with your title.”

“Are we really that far gone? Our relationship?” Arthur asked with slightly worried eyes. He couldn’t lose her.

“You tell me.” Y/n lifted her shoulders and then her eyes to look at him. The decision was in his court, he’s the one that ruined things, to begin with.

“y/n-” Arthur went to start but Y/n knew his tone of voice so she cut him off.

“No, Arthur. I can’t go through all that heartache again. I-I just can’t.” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke and that made Arthur's chest ache.

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know how else to start.

Y/n shook her head. “Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

Arthur squinted in confusion. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”

“Because you despise magic! An I have magic so therefore you despise me!” Y/n yelled out before taking a deep breath looking at Arthur with unshed tears in her eyes. The love of her life hated her because of something she frankly enjoyed about herself. “You hate me because of something that is a part of me.”

Arthur stepped forward shaking his head quickly at her words. “I don’t hate you.”

“If you hate a part of me then you hate me.” He couldn’t hate her magic and not hate her. And she couldn’t be with someone who hated her. “That’s how that works Arthur.”

Arthur raised his hands to cup her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears she didn’t notice were falling down her cheeks. “I could never hate or despise you Y/n.”

“The things you said to me when you found out and the way you looked at me and acted towards me all say otherwise, Arthur.” Y/n looked into his eyes, she could see the regret in his eyes.

“I felt betrayed and I was angry.I said things that weren’t true and that I didn’t mean.” Arthur explained but it didn’t make him feel any better and he didn’t expect to fix things. But she deserved to know. “It's no excuse for what I did. There’s nothing that could excuse my behavior from before. But I want to repair what we had. I want to make it up to you. If that's even a possibility.”

Y/n shook her head, it was a hard decision to make. And she didn’t know if she could, no matter how bad she wanted Arthur back. “I don’t know Arthur.”

Arthur sighed dreading asking this next question. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock.

“Are you afraid of me? Were you afraid to tell me because you thought I would have had you killed?” He asked with a gulp afraid himself of the answer she’d give. He wouldn’t blame her though. With how Uther felt about magic and him raising Arthur to be the same. . .

“As much as I wish I could say I wasn’t. . . Besides hiding my magic I have never lied to you. I don’t plan on doing it now.” She told him before letting out a deep breath. “Yes, I was afraid that you might tell your father and we both know how I would have been ‘taken care of’.”

“y/n” Arthur's gaze dropped feeling even more disappointed in himself.

“It's not that I didn’t want to tell you, Arthur. It’s just-” Y/n hated that she felt this was but it was true. “I saw how your father flt about sorcery, and then how you felt about it. . . I was scared.”

Arthur nodded solemnly. “You had every right to be.”

“I’m sorry.” she said looking away from him. She felt guilty, even though she had no reason to be.

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He shook his head, dismissing her apology she had nothing to apologize for it was all him. “I’m sorry. For how I reacted and treated you. It was wrong of me.” 

“Its ok-”

Arthur immediately stopped her. He didn’t want her to forgive him that easily or pretend it was nothing. He treated her horribly, that wasn’t okay.  “No, its not. An I know I hurt you.”

Y/n but her lip as they starred at eachother for a moment. “You could’ve just given me a chance. Magic a chance.”

“I hate myself for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself for all that I put you through.” Arthur agreed with her, he could’ve given her a chance. Prove and show him she didn’t use magic for evil. “But I do want to make it up to you.”

“How?” She asked with a tilted head. If his views didn’t change how could he make it up to her?

“Well, against my views I was taught growing up. I want you to show me your magic.” Arthur gave her a small smile. It didn’t excuse what he did and said but maybe if he could understand her magic and that part of her then they could get back together.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, she knew how he felt if this was uncomfortable for him then maybe things should just be done. She didn’t want to force him to like all of her. If they didn’t work then they would have to accept it.

“More sure than I am about a lot of things.” Arthur said shifting closer to his princess. “But I’m even more sure that I want us to get back together.”

Y/n took a deep breath. “Arthur- we can’t just go back to what and how we were.”

“I know that. It’s going to take time for me to gain your trust back. I’m determined to do so.” Arthur looked into her eyes with determination and passion. He was going to gain his princess's trust back. No matter what.

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[regulusrules]

Arthur ordering Merlin yet again to do seven zillion things

Merlin: What next, would you like me to build you a pyramid like those in Aegyptus?

Arthur: No, I — hang on, how do you know there are pyramids in Aegyptus?

Merlin: I am very well-read on the topic of royal burial, my Lord.

Arthur, smitten and shocked: I'll show you royal burial!