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Masterlist: BBC Merlin

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Mystery Prompts: Fandom: BBC Merlin. Character: Arthur Pendragon. Prompt List C: Prompt: “Are you Jealous??”. Theme: Feel-Good. 

Note: Confession: The actual prompt that corresponded to the requester number is “You’re one hell of a girl/guy” but since I try my best to only do gender neutral I removed that prompt, so it no longer counts lol, that makes the ‘are you jealous’ the next prompt. 

Requested by: @thebookbakery​

Pairings: Arthur Pendragon x Gen!Neutral Reader

Mystery Prompts Post

Triggers: None        Words: 1,138

You paced quickly down the stone corridors of the castle, hands gripped tightly to the wooden tray in your hands. You moved gracefully as to not knock anything on the tray over. 

“Y/n!” you heard someone greet you from behind, hearing them approach quickly. You slowed as you looked over your shoulder smiling at the approaching Prince. 

“Hello Arthur” you greeted as he fell in pace next to you, his shoulders almost brushing yours. 

He looked at the tray in your hands and quirked his brow “Hungry are you?” he teased, acknowledged the decent amount of food on the tray. 

“This is not for me” you replied with amusement.

This only confused him more “Since when are you a palace servant?” his voice held a hint of amusement. 

You smiled at him “I’m simply doing a friend a favor” 

“Gwen?” he asked, you shook your head.

“Gwaine” you answered. 

“Ah” Arthur replied simply, seeing a mix of confusion flash across his face before realization. 

Gwaine had recently been injured on a quest with Arthur and the rest of the knights. A quest Uther did not give him permission to go on. The injury of one of the knights only made Arthur’s punishment worse. Gwaine now was holed up in bed, and when you visited, he mentioned he was hungry. So you decided to bring him some food. 

“He guilted you into serving him then aye?”

You smiled “Noo, he might have mentioned he was hungry, but I was the one who offered to bring him food.” 

“Maybe I should have gotten myself injured” Arthur quipped before snatching a grape from the tray.  

“Don’t say that Arthur” you warned, the idea alone scaring you. 

Arthur picked up on this, touched by your concern as he felt his heart skip heavily in his chest. Leaning down slightly to meet your eyes he spoke with a hint of sarcasm “As you wish.” 

“Why would you say that anyway?” you quipped “Are you jealous?”

He chuckled, and you did not fail to notice the slight tint of red that appeared on his ears “Well, I have to admit, having you bring me food does have a certain appeal to it. At least I know you take more care with the try than Merlin does.” His eyes met yours for a moment, hesitating before he looked away. 

You chuckled, knowing exactly what he was referring too. It was a miracle if Arthur would receive one of his meals with all of the food still on the plate, rather then on the tray itself. 

“Arthur!” 

You and Arthur turned to see King Uther calling Arthur from across the grounds as he motioned for him to come, same stern look on his face. 

Arthur raised his hand in acknowledgment before turning to you, his look of mild disdain changing into a smile “I’ll see you later yeah?” you nodded your head with a smile, your heart skipping a beat at the genuine smile he held for you “Don’t let Gwaine use you as a servant”.

“And don’t go getting yourself into any more trouble” you responded, referring to his most recent quest.

He turned back to you and bowed slightly “As you wish” he quipped one more time with a grin.  

You continued on down the hall smiling to yourself. An idea popping into your head, causing your smile to become a grin. 

-

You stood outside of Arthur’s chambers, breathing in a few times to calm yourself, unsure of why you were so nervous. No that was a lie. You knew exactly why. It was the same reason you were always nervous around him. You shook your head lightly as you tried to calm your demeanor again. 

Inside his chambers Arthur sat at his table looking down at the documents his father gave him to go over. He sighed as he did so, tired from his days work. This was the upteenth assignment his father had given him in response to his quest. He knew he was lucky he didn’t get a worse punishment, but damn did he hate paperwork. 

Hearing a knock at the door, he simply called out “Come” thinking it was Merlin with his dinner. 

You opened his door, seeing him staring down at the papers on his table with a disgruntled look on his face. “You can just set it down here” he said without looking up, pointing at an empty space on the table. 

“As you wish” you said, your voice making his head shoot up in surprise.

“Y/n? Wha-” his eyes fell to the tray of food in your hands that you began to set down on the table. He met your eyes and saw your slightly mischievous smile. A smile spread across his own face as he shook his head “What are you doing?” 

“Hmm?” you asked glancing at him “Oh, just a favor for a friend” you mused. 

Arthur felt his neck and ears growing hot as he tried not to flush at your gesture “Merlin?” he asked with amusement. 

“Oh, no. You” you set a cup next to him and filled it with water “I thought you deserved to get a plate of food not disheveled by Merlin’s clumsy hands” 

Arthur’s eyes grazed over the plate, each food was set perfectly on the plate, none of it halfway off the plate or on the tray. He smiled and shook his head “Thank you Y/n” he smiled meeting your eyes. 

Your eyes locked for a moment, a buzzing of emotion, attraction between them. A feeling not unknown to either of you, but always disregarded. You smiled before breaking the gaze “You’re very welcome.” 

As you finished setting up his food, you took the papers from in front of him, stopping him before he could object “Dinner is for eating, not for working. You can finish when you are done.” you looked at him with a friendly yet warning smile. He rose his hands in surrender as he smiled at you. 

As you rose you cleared your throat putting on the countenance of the other palace servants “If that will be all your highness I will leave you now.” you curtsy with a small smile and turned to leave. 

Arthur’s amused grin left his face as he stood suddenly “Wait!”

You turned back to him with slight surprise “Uh” he cleared his throat “Why don’t you stay? I mean, I can get someone to bring another plate, and we could, eat together.” he finished, looking not entirely confident in his delivery. 

“You want me to stay and eat dinner with you?” you asked, surprised. 

“Yes. I do.” he paused momentarily “Please.”

You tried to repress the grin that was trying desperately to show itself, suppressing it to a small smile you turned back to him “As you wish.” 

- - - End - - -

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Can I request Prince of Lanling, Henry Jekyll & Hyde and Arthur with a Master whose into fashion and makeup who thinks they’re super pretty and always wants to doll them up! I want it to be super fluffy and sweet, please and thank you! If 4 is too many just do Prince of Lanling

ARTHUR PENDRAGON, HENRY JEKYLL & HYDE, PRINCE OF LANLING (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. his master is big on fashion and makeup, and loves to doll him up.

ARTHUR is used to it. he knows that he has exceptionally good looks and would accept your compliments with a smile. although your words are not praises that are foreign to his ears, they fill him with the kind of warmth one would get when in the presence of a loved one. your praises are genuine and full of adoration, and he makes sure to reciprocate them wholeheartedly as he kisses the back of your hand.

being called pretty would be new for him and if he had to be honest, he's not very into it. as the king of britain and the wielder of the holy sword excalibur, he prefers compliments that are befitting of his role and would ask you to refrain from calling him such things again in the future.

arthur would let you dress him up under the condition that the clothes you choose must not ruin his image. he's quite strict about it, and he'll also refuse to wear any makeup as he sees it as something that a king shouldn't be wearing, no matter the occasion. if you want, he can put makeup on you instead. when he was alive, he has seen guinevere putting on her own makeup so he knows a thing or two about it. or you can teach him - he's a fast learner.

seeing you comparing the outfits that you think would suit him makes him feel as if he's in a royal fitting, getting ready for a ball or a banquet in his castle. arthur would watch you with mirth in his eyes as you lose yourself in your thoughts; he finds the way your eyebrows would furrow and your lips would pucker adorable. if he's feeling particularly cheeky, he may comment on it just to see you get embarrassed.

once you're done dressing him up, he'd take your left hand in his and wrap an arm around your waist, like he's about to lead a dance - which is exactly what he does. you've worked hard to dress him up this nicely, so let him show you just how charming the king of knights can be.

the way you'd openly show your fondness for JEKYLL would catch the assassin off-guard. none of his previous masters adore him like you do, which instantly warms his heart. maybe it'll be okay if he stays by your side like he wants to... maybe HYDE will even take a liking to you.

he'd be utterly surprised if you call him pretty. him, a scientist with a split personality, pretty? he never thought that he'd live to see the day someone would give him that compliment. he believes that he's ugly (on the inside) and would deny your words, claiming to be nothing of the sort. it's at times like this that hyde would impulsively take over and soak up the other praises you throw his way, greatly boosting his ego.

jekyll would initially be hesitant about letting you doll him up. hyde has a reputation for breaking his glass every time he uses his noble phantasm, and jekyll doesn't want to risk hyde ruining the clothes you had picked out for him if he forcefully takes over. with a bit of persuasion from you and hyde insisting that he would never do such a thing if they're clothes from you, jekyll finally relents.

he would shiver whenever your hands delicately touch certain parts of his face, and the feathery feeling of different makeup brushes gliding across his skin is therapeutic. he would never admit it out loud, but with you carefully adjusting his tie, he feels like a married man who has a loving spouse helping him get ready for work.

ah, he should have expected this. when he's unable to think clearly due to his flustered state, hyde takes advantage of it and immediately takes over. he then throws an arm around your neck and pulls you close to him, before leaning down to your level and saying, "well then, my dear master. will you be greeting your husband with kisses too from now on?"

because of his immense beauty, LANLING was often showered with attention and praises when he was still alive. he should be used to such treatment by now, but he finds himself getting flustered (in a good way) whenever you fawn over his pleasant appearance.

"you're so pretty, lanling!" such a simple compliment, yet its effect is devastating for his heart. he'd get heart palpitations every time you cup his face to get a better look at his aurora-coloured eyes, which you claim are your favourite part of him. when you told him that for the first time with a smile so pure, he resolved to not wearing his mask around you so that he can see your lips quirk into the smile he had grown to love.

lanling firmly believes that there is nobody in the whole world who shines more beautifully or brightly than you. you have good taste in fashion and exceptional makeup skills, and not to mention, your cheerful smile makes your entire face glow! he would eagerly allow you to dress him up and put makeup on him whenever you wish to.

although he would rather avoid wearing anything that will make him look more beautiful, if it's a request from you, he can't turn you down especially since you have given him so much. he knows that you're only dolling him up for your eyes, but he wouldn't mind it either if you showed him off to your other servants.

lanling would shyly ask you if he could dress you up and put makeup on you as well. if you say yes, he'd excitedly make you wear clothes that match with his and use what little knowledge he has to apply makeup on you. he handles you delicately, and you don't miss the fond gleam in his eyes when he admires his hard work.

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words | a.p.

Merlin (BBC) - Arthur Pendragon x Reader, fluff

tw: mentions of battle, mentions of blood, mentions of violence

word count: 1.4k

A/N: once again, if we can just pretend i know how to write a kiss, i would be much obliged. 

prompt: I’m sitting with my back to the fireplace, and my back is burning but my feet are cold, and you are sitting across from me and i think you’re smiling endearingly, but it’s hard to tell.

(Y/n) and Arthur had been friends since childhood, and as such, everyone in the castle knew that where (Y/n) wandered, the prince was not far behind. As it was with any young prince, Arthur Pendragon was a mosaic made of contradictory statements and confusing ideologies, but the one certainty was (Y/n) and his devotion to them. The entire world could be ending, but as long as you knew where (Y/n) was, then you could find the wayward prince. The whole of Camelot knew that the two of them were inevitable, like a prosperous spring after early showers of rain, but exactly when the two would realize this themselves was unknown.

But then, again, how could not know? Surely (Y/n) noticed Arthur’s constant loyalty, interspersed with that intense and unwavering feeling of love, and certainly Arthur had to realize (Y/n)’s particular fondness mixed with the steadfastness of their adoration.

It seemed unrealistic to think that the two didn’t realize they loved the other more deeply than anything. But perhaps they had gotten too comfortable in their love for the other, and recognizing it was like trying to put a name to a feeling they had carried their entire life, so deeply set into their bones it was a fact more than anything else.

Whether they put a name on their true feelings or not was of little consequence. There was nowhere one of them could go where the other would not follow. That was made succinctly clear when Arthur had to go to an outlying village some two days' ride from Camelot to bring peace amongst the people and raiders who were taking much needed grain. It was the heart of winter, and the days were cold enough to make any man wish he were dead, not to mention the freezing nights. Arthur and (Y/n) argued for days over whether or not (Y/n) would join him, but in the end, the two rode off together with a few other knights.

The fight was fairly mild, when all things were considered. Both sides were strong in their resolve to fight, but only so much blood could be spilled before the raiders could no longer justify their stance. When it was all over, Arthur immediately searched for (Y/n), ignoring the deep cut on his cheek in favor of making sure they were alright.

They were fine, without so much a scratch on them, but when they saw the state of Arthur, they were quick to reprimand him. They had patched him up immediately, their fingers cold against his flushed cheeks. 

Arthur insisted he didn’t need help - especially when other men were worse, but when (Y/n) had finished, he thanked them sincerely. 

(Y/n) kissed his forehead with an absent-minded “Of course,” and moved on to help the other injured. Arthur had watched them retreat with a smile that made his newly patched cheek burn. 

The ride back to Camelot was faster than the ride from - everyone was eager to escape the biting winter and sleep on something other than frost and snow. They returned home late at night, after King Uther and many others had gone to bed, so Arthur had resolved to bring news to his father in the morning, telling everyone to get some well-deserved rest.

When walking into the castle, (Y/n) had shivered from the cold and Arthur insisted they come to his chambers and warm by the fire. The knights around them shared looks, raising their eyebrows and nudging each other in the ribs, but neither (Y/n) or Arthur seemed particularly fazed by their behavior.

Inside Arthur’s chambers, the fire burned brightly, emanating a warmth that made both draw close. (Y/n) sat down on the hearth, rubbing their hands together and putting them close to the flames, and Arthur watched them with a tenderness in his gaze. The fire made (Y/n’s eyes sting and they turned their back to the flames, rubbing their toes and pulling off their socks. 

“Need a blanket?” Arthur asked, but he was already retrieving two, handing the thicker one to (Y/n). They took it from him with a soft ‘thank you’ and Arthur pulled up a chair to sit in, much preferring it to the hard stone.

“How’s your cheek?” (Y/n) wrapped the blanket around them, their eyes trained on Arthur as he made himself comfortable near the fire, across from them.

“Eh,” Arthur made a non-commital noise and (Y/n) rolled their eyes. Arthur smiled, “It’s alright. You could make a decent physician if Gaius took you in.”

(Y/n) scoffed. “And deal with the idiotic injuries of knights all day? I’ll find something else to occupy my time.” It was hard for Arthur to see their face, with the fire to their back, but he could guess at how their lips were tugged into a grin, their eyes alight with mirth. He fiddled with the laces of his boots, taking them off so he could warm his freezing toes. “Dealing with you is enough to give me a heart attack, I don’t think I could handle worrying over anyone else.”

“Worrying over me?” Arthur laughed, and the sound of it echoed through the room, clear and warm, laced with enough affection to make even the most cold hearted misers smile. “Bit of a lost cause, isn’t it?”

(Y/n) joined in his amusement with laughter of their own, soft but present. “You wouldn’t believe.” They tilted their head and the curve of their cheek was illuminated by the fire, the light caressing the right side of their face and shedding light on the affectionate vulnerability in their gaze. “But I’ll always worry over you, Arthur. It’s inevitable.”

Arthur fiddled with the ring on his finger, tearing his gaze away from (Y/n). It was hard to tell, with the dark of night upon them and the fire casting them in odd, ever changing shadows, but the smile on his face almost seemed endearing.

“So it’s rather pointless to try and get rid of me.”

Arthur furrowed his brow. ”Rid of you? What makes you think I’d want to get rid of you?”

“I never said you wanted to, dollop head—” Arthur guffawed, much to (Y/n)’s delight “—only that you couldn’t.”

“Well, maybe I should reconsider my previous statement.” 

A comfortable quiet settled between them, and for a moment the two just looked at the other, not trying to do anything other than relax. There didn’t seem to be anything more perfect than what lay between them - a content sort of love that went beyond need for the world.

“You did well, back in the village,” (Y/n) eventually spoke and their voice was soft, barely heard over the noise of the flames. Arthur leaned back in his chair with a sort of amused confidence and (Y/n) scoffed. “I mean it. You’re going to be kind one day, and I’m not worried about how you’ll turn out.”

Their words struck a chord in Arthur, something deep that made him sober for a moment. “So long as you’re by my side, I’ll be fine.”

(Y/n) nodded slowly, but averted their gaze, a tinge of sadness making its way into the way they bent their head. ��Don’t you think you’d want someone else at your side? You’re the future king of Camelot, Arthur. Those are large shoes to fill. Don’t you think your time is better spent with others?”

Arthur blinked, genuinely confused, but he stopped himself from rushing into an answer. There was a vulnerability in (Y/n)’s voice that stopped and reminded Arthur of how precious this moment was, and the delicacy with which things like love had to be handled.

When he spoke, Arthur caught their eye, refusing to let them go. “Time better spent than with the person I love?” And the intensity of his being lay within his eyes; the strength that was so characteristic of the prince, (Y/n) doubted whether he existed beyond it.

“Love,” (Y/n) smiled, testing out the way the word rolled over their tongue. Strange, how it felt no different than Arthur’s name itself, or any other words that were meant for him. “It’s silly we haven’t said that to each other before.”

“Not really,” Arthur leaned back in his chair, a smile of his own growing on his lips, “I don’t think we ever needed it, before now.”

“Yes, well,” (Y/n) drew nearer to Arthur, the thick blanket around their shoulders dragging behind them, “I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

Arthur kissed them, his hands as warm as his heart, after having sat in front of the flames for so long, and (Y/n)’s touch was on fire, searing their every movement into his memory forever. When they pulled away, Arthur leaned his forehead against theirs. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Where’d You Go? Gwaine x Reader

*This is gonna be my first fic posted on tumblr *excited bouncing*  if you dont like the writing, this is kinda old and i like to think that i’ve improved since then. anyways hope ya’ll enjoy :D

Word Count: 903  ?

Warnings: first time writing angst, kinda short, gender neutral *if there are any she’s in there please let me know so i can fix that*, death, pre-established relationship, you’re merlin’s twin and a knight! congrats

Merlin and Arthur were silent on the ride back. Merlin had spent all his tears and simply looked at the road, Arthur watching him with grief and sympathy in his eyes.  

They had ridden for half a day, letting the smoke in the air lead them to what was left of their friends, but they could hardly find comfort in that.

Elyan was on watch and he lowered his sword with a smile as he saw the outlines of Arthur and Merlin, simply dismissing that you weren’t with them. You probably went ahead to Camelot. 

“Sire, Merlin, it’s good to see you.” He walked to meet them, but upon seeing Merlin  and Arthur’s red eyes and sorrowful moods he cautiously asked,“What’s happened?” Merlin dropped off of his horse, his whole demeanor having none of the usual determination in his step. He couldn’t find it in him. He mindlessly walked into camp barely registering the hushed whisper of Arthur. Elyan’s shoulders dropped and the sword in his hand went slack. 

The other knights seemed to notice something was the matter when they saw the interaction, all on edge, looking around for you, but none of them dared think the cold bitter truth. By all the other knights, I sadly exclude Gwaine, when he saw Arthur, he turned his back, scavenging through his saddle for the ring he had bought. Yes, Gwaine, the charmer had fallen in love and was sure that it would last. His smile was infectious as he thought of seeing his love even though you’ve had been courting each other for years, he could never stop feeling giddy at the thought of you. He wanted to greet you and then surprise you, after all he had promised you that his proposal would be when you least expected it. But he was in for a worse surprise. 

Elyan had hunched over a nearby tree, Arthur gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze as he walked past, letting him have a moment to process. The other knights stood weary and Gwaine turned, hand slipping the ring into a chink in his armor with a smile, but became confused as you didn’t come walking toward him. In fact he didn’t see you anywhere.

Arthur stood before them and at this distance his face seemed to reveal a sobering truth to Leon. Leon, who had been your favorite training partner and considered you to be a younger sibling. Gwaine however was glacing all around the camp and was more puzzled by the second, his eyes landed on Merlin’s form that was far from the rest of them, but he could just tell that something was disturbing him. He turned by to Arthur and asked him,

“Where are they?” Arthur looked down at his boots and raised a hand to his face. Gwaine had no idea why Arthur was acting this way but it seemed to confirm the worst for Leon who hastily left to the horses - he knew Arthur well and he had seen that face before. He knew what it meant. Gwaine watched with furrowed eyebrows as Leon left and this heavy unease began to settle in his chest. “Arthur?” Arthur looked up and the unease in Gwaine’s chest was accompanied by a sense of dread. Percival crossed his arms over his chest and asked the question again.

Arthur opened his mouth but he looked at Merlin. Could he possibly say it without causing Merlin more grief. The man who had held his dying twin in his arms, who had heard her last words. But he was robbed of the chance when Gwaine’s gaze hardened as he stared at him before making his way to him, stopping once he had gotten inches away.He was done with all the looks and just wanted to know where you were. Why wouldn’t anyone answer? 

“They’re….” All eyes turned to Merlin. His face was red with tears rolling down his cheek, and his scarf had tears and snot, some old and some fresh.  And it clicked in Percival’s mind, but Gwaine refused to make the connection. His love, his best friend couldn’t have- no. You must be trying to scare him, you’ll jump out from behind a tree with a that signature laugh and a gleam in your eye saying th-

“gone.” Gwaine froze. He scoffed and his eyebrows furrowed. The words offended him. You couldn’t be.

“no.” Merlin grimaced as he watched his friend deny it, he had done the same thing even after he watched the life leave your eyes. This wasn’t easy on any of them, but they all knew that it was different for Gwaine. 

Merlin said nothing else and Gwaine felt as if all the air left his chest. That dread and unease was replaced by anguish. His heart physically ached with this sudden emptiness and overwhelming grief. He was both numb and overwhelmed by grief. He wiped the tears away but they were replaced just as quickly. 

Suddenly the weight of the ring became too much and he clumsily threw it off of him. 

It was sent flying, skimming across the leaves that had fallen on the floor and it ended up in front of Merlin. He gingery picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand. It was a beautiful ring and matched you perfectly. 

Everyone knew you would have said yes.

[carni-val]

Hello I love your writing, you’re so freaking talented! I was wondering if I could request an Arthur Pendragon x reader fic where they’ve been in love forever but reader thinks it’s unrequited?? Angsty with a fluffy ending?? Also, could you make reader’s gender vague please? Thank you! ❣️✨

Tell Me Again [Arthur Pendragon]

pairing: Arthur Pendragon x GN!reader

summary: After you drunkenly tell Arthur how you feel about him, you don't hear from him until you learn about his execution.

author’s notes: Thank you so much for your kind words and request! I made this as gender neutral as possible but if there's something that doesn't jive, please let me know!

warnings: Angst but happy ending

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Arthur Pendragon Masterlist

It was a mistake, an honest mistake, but it happened nonetheless. Arthur’s latest fling had finally moved onto another man whom she vowed she was completely and utterly faithful to. It was no loss to Arthur; all of Londinium knew he had many offers from many different women. However, when his fling had cut ties with him during their regularly scheduled “appointment”, it was too late to find anyone else to take her place in his bed. That’s why he showed up at your door with lots of alcohol that night.

You eagerly accepted because you had just broken things off with the man you were seeing. He didn’t do anything wrong - nothing he could fix anyways - he just wasn’t Arthur. Any time you spent with him was interrupted by the intrusive thoughts that compared him to Arthur. You had fallen in love with Arthur as soon as you met him, but you didn’t act on it the way all the other women did, because your feelings ran so much deeper than just the physical attraction. By the time you realized that though, you two had become best friends and had too much to lose should your feelings ever come out.

You had lost your filter in the process of getting drunk, so when arthur asked you why you and the other man had fallen out, you had accidentally told him that your thoughts always found their way back to him, how the man couldn’t compare to him, how you didn’t feel for him even a fraction of what you felt towards Arthur because you were in love with him and you had never been in love before so how in the world was anyone supposed to compete with that?

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone and couldn’t remember what happened after that. There were no relics of the night before, your room was clean of any bottles and you were tucked under the covers. When memories came flooding back of what you said, you hastily pulled on your shoes and coat and rushed over to the brothel, knowing you had to fix this. You pounded on the door with all your might but received no answer. You even called out Arthur’s name as you looked at the windows to see any sort of movement within the building, disregarding the odd stares from the people passing by you, but still, there was nothing.

You had gone home for a few hours, deciding that Arthur was just out for now and the girls were all working and couldn’t come to the door. Or maybe he was avoiding you. God, you couldn’t bear it if the latter were true. You didn’t mean to ruin everything, but there was a big part of you that was tired of keeping it to yourself. There were moments where you thought he may have felt the same way, but as the hours passed, it was becoming evident that your mind was playing tricks on you. Every glance was just a glance, every flirtatious comment was just a comment, every shared meal was just a shared meal, every embrace was just an embrace; all of those instances and more not treading into any sort of romantic emotion, but forever tethered to the dock of friendship.

Later that day, you returned to the brothel and knocked on the door calmly. You had spent the rest of the morning rehearsing what you were going to say to Arthur: you’d start off with an apology, then explain that you just want to go back to being friends and promising that you could control your feelings - you’d been doing it for so long now, you’re sure you could continue. However after another series of knocks, there was still no answer.

You huffed, frustrated but also spiralling into illogical thoughts on the inside: Arthur probably told them not to answer the door for you because there was no way he could be friends with someone that had feelings for him.

Well, tough shit.

You sat down on the steps in front of the door and decided you would wait him out. The two of you had been friends for too long to just stop talking to each other and you’d be damned if you let your friendship collapse just because of a drunken confession. You couldn’t let what happened last night dictate the future of your relationship with him, you had shared too many memories with him to let them be tarnished by one mistake and the two of you had been through too much and knew too many things about each other to go back to being strangers again.

As the sun was gaining height in the sky as afternoon approached, you felt the deep-seated regret in your heart making its way to the surface. Why couldn’t you just keep your damn mouth shut? Expressing your feelings had cost you your best friend and now you were alone and unable to fix it because you had no idea where the hell he was. Was fixing it still a possibility? If Arthur didn’t feel the same way, would you both be able to get past the weirdness? Did he care enough to fix it or has he now grouped you in with all of the other people in Londinium who were infatuated with him? You couldn’t stand to be just another face in the crowd in Arthur’s eyes, especially since his face had caught your eye once and you haven’t been able to pull it back since.

Arthur was all you thought about and no matter how many ways and times you tried to get him out of your head, he would weasel his way right to the forefront of your brain again. He was a sneaky one. You just couldn’t stand to be apart from him, but your separation didn’t seem to be a problem to Arthur. Why would it? He was a popular man in Londinium and you were reduced to just another admirer. You couldn’t stand to be ordinary to him but maybe you were.

Arthur was admired by so many, he could weasel his way into any setting like a chameleon but could then take control of it not just with brute force but cunning intelligence. He was so many things you weren’t and that’s why you loved him. What did you have to offer him that differed from the things others could offer him? You were just another person he looked out for, like a sad, abandoned puppy; kind of like the way he looked out for the women in the brothel. There was nothing romantic about it, he just did it out of the kindness of his heart and nothing more. You thought for once you were special enough to tame the beast, but it seems as though you’ve been proven wrong.

“[y/n]?” you heard from beside you.

Snapping your head up, you saw Back Lack looking down at you with confusion. “Back Lack,” you stood up and looked around. If he was here, that meant Arthur had to be nearby. You felt your back sigh in relief from the change in position but you felt your nerves increase. You couldn’t blow this.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you, taking hold of your arm and leading you away from the brothel.

“I’ve been waiting for Arthur for ages!” you sighed, exasperated. “Were you with him today? Did he say anything about me?”

“[y/n],” Back Lack said slowly, “You can’t be here.”

“Why not?” Panic struck you straight in the chest.

“The Blacklegs came by and cleared out the brothel. Some of the King’s men took Arthur to Camelot.”

“What did he do?” Back Lack tried to come up with a lie but you stopped him immediately, “What did he do, Back Lack?” you demanded.

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You travelled through hell and high water to get to the King’s castle. Leave it up to Arthur to have crossed King-protected Vikings. Back Lack told you the King did not take this intrusion lightly and were arranging to execute Arthur today.

Through some miracle, Arthur had convinced the King to allow him one visitor before he was executed and Back Lack was sent to bring you back. Under normal circumstances it would’ve filled you with hope, but the dread of fear that Arthur would be executed before your eyes outweighed any sort of joy seeing him came with.

Some of the King’s men had escorted you to the door leading out to the giant crowd, waiting to see Arthur’s execution. You could hear their chatter through the doors but upon seeing Arthur in the grips of Blackleg soldiers with rope tied around his neck, hands, and feet, there was nothing else you could focus on. There were bags under his eyes - he hadn’t slept and his eyes were drenched in deep sorrow as he looked at you.

You felt your eyes well up with tears at the sight of him as you realized this may be the last time you ever see him again. The universe was cruel in that way; if he couldn’t be in your life then fine, but let him still walk this earth and the comfort of knowing that he still exists in this world while you do will be enough.

“Here you are,” the King said to Arthur while gesturing to you, “Your one visitor. Make it quick,” he instructed before stepping away.

Arthur looked to you, standing in front of the two Blackleg soldiers who were holding him by the arms still. You opened your mouth to speak, feeling your throat constrict, but Arthur beat you to it, “I love you too,” he professed. You closed your mouth, stunned and silently willing him to continue. “I needed you to know that. I always did,” he promised you, “I always loved you.”

You rushed over to him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him as passionately as you could, letting all of your relief flood into the kiss. The tears that fell from your eyes revealed the deep pain in your soul and slight resentment that you had waited too long to tell him and now it was all for nothing. Arthur kissed you back without another thought. He had longed for your lips on his for as long as he could remember; all of those other women just a distraction from something he believed he couldn’t have; something he believed he was too broken to have.

The soldiers holding onto Arthur yanked him back, breaking your kiss for just a moment but Arthur fought back and kissed you again, holding onto this moment of bliss and trying to remember every detail of your touch, deciding this new memory would help coax him into death. Even if he ended up in heaven, he knew, as he stood on this earth, that it could not compare to how he felt in this moment.

However, the Blacklegs had broken the two of you apart before the doors were ripped open and Arthur was being pulled away against his will towards the crowd. “Tell me again!” he insisted, fighting against the soldiers.

“I love you!” you cried out without hesitation. “I love you, Arthur!” you proclaimed with tears running down your face. Maybe if you repeated it enough, the King would have a change of heart and let Arthur go. That’s a long shot though. Even if Romeo and Juliet stood before him in the flesh, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

You watched as the King passed by you with the rest of his soldiers. You were about to rush to the King and beg him not to do this but Back Lack had grabbed onto you, holding you in his arms as you watched Arthur be brought to his knees, his chin resting on a slab of wood. Back Lack knew how much the two of you loved each other; he could see it all unfolding before him. He also saw the fear the both of you harboured; the fear that feelings were unrequited, that each of you was not good enough for the other. Back Lack urged Arthur many times to tell you how he felt, insisting you felt the same way, but Arthur let fear overrun him and he quelled that with inviting others to his bed. Back Lack pleaded with the King to let Arthur have one visitor knowing that you would have to hear Arthur tell you he loved you straight from his mouth because you wouldn’t believe Back Lack if he told you.

“You'd better say something this time,” Back Lack warned Arthur before he came looking for you.

He thought it was the right thing but as you sobbed against his shoulder, he didn’t know if the pain was worth it.

Suddenly, a large eagle had flown in, going to attack the man wielding the weapon that was meant to kill Arthur. The rest happened so fast with the Blackleg soldiers’s horses going out of control until Arthur was eventually broken free and brought to safety.

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You had quickly become acquainted with Arthur’s saviours; they had told you that Arthur was the born King and they were friends of his father. Arthur’s father ruled before he was murdered. You knew Arthur’s parents were murdered but you had no idea of his royal lineage.

Once Arthur was briefed and patched up, you waited for him in a private room. You paced, feeling antsy. You wanted to see him already. Arthur had cheated death many times but this was certainly a moment for the books. It was the moment that really mattered. Well, one of them. He loved you too. That moment had to take first place. Every glance was a quiet moment of adoration; every flirtatious comment: a vocal one, every shared meal was a chance to take care of you as you took care of him, every embrace was a safe haven away from his nightmares and fears that kept him from you for too long. Arthur loved you too: a revelation that birthed a type of joy that you’d never felt before.

When the door opened and Arthur stepped in, the joy came back tenfold. You strode over to him, wrapping your arms around him when your bodies collided. Arthur encased you in his arms, sighing in relief against you, “Heaven.”

You pulled back, feeling frustration overtake you again as you smacked him in the arm. “Really?” you questioned him, feeling anger flood you. “A pack of Vikings?” you quirked a brow at him. “That were under the King’s protection!?”

Arthur smiled at you, bringing his hands up to cup your face and kiss you. Your hard resolve melted under his touch as you settled back into his embrace and couldn’t help but kiss him back. You had to indulge because if things hadn’t played out the way it did, you would’ve been left replaying a kiss that involved a few too many people for your liking. But this kiss was perfect and also a silent promise that you would cherish every loving gesture bestowed upon you by Arthur.

“You can’t just kiss me every time I’m mad at you,” you whispered once he pulled away.

“Why not? I think it’s quite an effective method,” Arthur grinned.

Seeing the love in his eyes made your heart swell and you hated to admit it but you couldn’t stay upset with him for very long. You pressed your forehead to his, letting yourself relax. You tried to shut your eyes but all you could see was Arthur knelt down, waiting to be executed. Arthur nudged his nose against yours, bringing you back to the present moment. He was safe, he was happy, and he was in love with you.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, “I love you, Arthur.”

Arthur grinned like a child, “Tell me again.”

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Flowers (Arthur Pendragon x Reader)

Characters: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin Emrys

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Tags: Marriage proposal, love confessions, fluff and angst

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,4k words

Requested by anon: Hi dear I hope you are doing well would you be willing to write a ficlet for Arthur pendragon x reader were hes getting ready to purposes but reader is worried he wants to break up or something because he is being pretty secretive and if merlin could be in there to that would be wonderful i hope this is keeping to your rules if not sorry anyway please and thank you 

Arthur Pendragon x Gender Neutral Reader

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The castle was swarming with people, and yet it felt empty somehow. Your footsteps echoed around the hallways, only increasing the feeling of loneliness. Everyone was behaving strangely lately, although you thought that perhaps they were only busy. It did feel like something was happening that you had no knowledge of.

A familiar figure appeared before you, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his him. He didn’t glance at you, yet you didn’t know if it was because he had not noticed you or if he was pretending not to.

“Arthur!” You called him as your paths crossed and you stopped before each other. “Arthur, dear”

“Not now, Y/N” He briefly replied, not bothering to even look at you still.

“But…” You held on to his arm, feeling the cold touch of his metal armguards spreading through your body and freezing your heart. “I just want to talk to you”

“I have somewhere to be” Arthur replied, continuing to walk like you weren’t there. Your fingers slipped off his arm as he did, leaving you holding on to nothing. An empty void joined the coldness of your heart.

Not knowing what else to do, you just stood there in the middle of the hallway, watching how he walked away. Arthur didn’t turn around nor glanced at you over his shoulder. Not even once.

You sighed, restless as you thought of a way to end your strife. What was the matter with him? For quite a while now you had been together, inseparable, but now… Arthur seemed to avoid you, he was distant and impatient. Perhaps he didn’t want to be with you any longer, perhaps he had grown tired of the relationship.

The sound of footsteps claimed your attention, and you smiled hopefully as you lifted your gaze. It must be Arthur, who realized his ill manners and had returned to apologize, surely! On the contrary, you saw someone else hurrying along the hallway.

“Merlin!” You called, mentally begging for him to pay attention to you. Fortunately, your friend stopped in his tracks and smiled at you. It was a warm gesture, familiar and comforting. It seemed that he had nothing against you, unlike everyone else.

“Yes?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Is something the matter, Y/N?”

“I…” You frowned, overwhelmed by a sudden urge to cry. Noticing this, Merlin put a hand on your arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. This encouraged you enough to continue speaking. “I fear Arthur is mad at me”

“Arthur?” Your friend chuckled, letting go of you. “That’s silly, Y/N. You know Arthur adores you”

As he spoke, Merlin averted his gaze. Watching him intently, you realized he was pursing his lips as though he was trying to keep quiet. You knew him enough to realize he kept something from you, as you had imagined.

“He is upset with me, isn’t he?” You sighed, wringing your hands in concern. “What is happening, Merlin? And why won’t anybody tell me?”

“I…” He cautiously returned your gaze. His eyes shone with empathy. “I can’t tell you”

“He will break up with me” You stated, more convinced by the second.

“No, I promise! You… he…” Merlin clicked his tongue, suddenly quite agitated. “I can’t tell you, Y/N, I’m sorry!”

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No” He paused to urgently take your hands in his. “You have nothing to worry about”

“But-“ You started, growing quiet when he vehemently shook his head.

“Trust me, Y/N” Merlin dedicated you a sweet smile. “Arthur loves you, and everything will make sense soon”

His eyes lingered on yours, silently asking you if you were okay and if you had understood what he was trying to tell you, if you believed him. The answer to all of those was no. You didn’t understand what was happening, and you were too hurt by Arthur’s demeanor to believe Merlin’s words of comfort. Nonetheless, you nodded your head.

“I must go” Merlin resolved, squeezing your hands one last time before letting go of them. “Be patient, he will come back to you”

There was this gentleness in his voice that meant to comfort you, just like the softness in his gaze. You nodded again, causing him to smile at you again before walking away.

Once more, you were left standing there alone as they left you behind. You resolved to return to your hiding place and walked inside your chambers again. They were too big for you, and Arthur only visited them during the night, although you were asleep by the time he arrived and lied down with you. As you lingered on your restless slumber, he held you tight every night and sighed at the wonderful feeling of you between his arms. You weren’t aware of this. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so worried over the situation, over your fear that Arthur had stopped loving you, because he loved you more than ever.

Unbeknownst to this, you absently paced up and down the room. You stared at the vase before you, delicately caressing the fragile petals. You remembered the day Arthur gifted you those flowers. Or rather, when he made Merlin bring them to you. You feared those days were over, in which you and Merlin joked about Arthur’s sappiness and his never ending gifts and affections directed at you. You feared that Arthur had grown tired of you, and you would wither like those flowers without their nurturing.

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After quite a restless night, the sun had finally come out. The darkness ended, yielding to the light of dawn. Unable to fall back asleep, you feebly lay in bed. Negative thoughts plagued your mind, as well as that craving sensation that haunted you. Your hand fell over the side of the bed, there where Arthur was supposed to be laying with you. It was cold and empty. Had he visited your shared chambers at all last night?

You were startled when a knock suddenly came on the door. Quickly sitting up, you hurried to make yourself decent by clumsily combing your hair with your hands.

“Yes?” You asked, nervously reaching out for the hand mirror on your bedside table.

“It’s Merlin” Came his voice from the other side. “May I come in?”

You frowned, finding it unusual that he was so polite. As much as he was a servant, Merlin was your friend and often took some liberties. It was rare for him to knock at all.

“Of course” You muttered when you confirmed in your reflection that your appearance was good enough. Slowly, the door opened to reveal his smiling face. He peeked inside, looked behind him, and then came in.

“What’s the matter?” You asked him, wondering why he behaved so strangely.

“Someone wants me to deliver these to you” Merlin’s grin lingered, and it only grew wider as he revealed the big bouquet of flowers he concealed behind his back.

“Merlin!” You exclaimed in awe, taking them from him and admiring them in your hands. There were flowers of all colors, all of them producing a pleasant scent to accompany the beautiful sight they were. “Who sends them?”

Exchanging a glance with him, you had a growing suspicion. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought, and they only increased when your friend looked behind him.

“Y/N is wide awake” He was saying to whoever hid behind the door. “You can come in now”

At the sight of a tall blond man, you tried to hide your excitement. Arthur had become so distant that your familiarity turned to hesitance and forced closeness. Nonetheless, as he stood there you couldn’t even be mad at him. Despite his broad complexion and high stature, he appeared incredibly vulnerable as he timidly averted his beautiful blue eyes.

“Arthur?” You whispered, nearly afraid to scare him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” He started, daring to look up into your eyes. “I know I haven’t been the best partner these last few days”

“Y-You were busy” You chuckled, trying to pretend like it didn’t hurt you. “Camelot needs you as much as I do”

“Perhaps, but that wasn’t the reason” Arthur took a cautious step forward. “I will never be too busy for you”

“Then why…?” You uttered, growing more confused by the second.

“I should go” Merlin suddenly mumbled, nervously stepping away, only to be stopped.

“Merlin, don’t leave me” Arthur begged him between grit teeth. Something was definitely the matter for him to require Merlin’s presence. What was he about to tell you that he needed his closest friend’s moral support?

“Arthur, you’re scaring me” The flowers shook in your hands. When you locked eyes with him, you were astonished to see no concern or sadness in them, only fondness. “What happened?”

What could excuse this behavior from both of them? What could possibly be occurring for him to be rendered in such a timid, timorous yet smitten state? It made absolutely no sense.

“I realized something” Arthur continued walking towards you until he was right before you. Then, he took the bouquet from your hands and absently handed it to Merlin. “Something that changed everything forever”

You helplessly glanced at Merlin, watching how he replaced the old withered bouquet of flowers with the new lively and colorful one. He was pressing his lips together and making a great effort not to watch you and intrude in that intimate moment.

“W-What is it?” You uttered as your gaze returned to your lover.

“I realized I am hopelessly lost in love with you” Arthur smiled, and despite it all you noticed the nervous twitch in his lips. “And how wonderful you are… and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you”

“What…?”

“Y/N…” One of your hands flew to your mouth when you saw Arthur sinking one knee on the floor and adoringly peering up at you. “Will you marry me?”

“What?!” You exclaimed, ignoring the badly contained noise of Merlin snickering next to you. “Is that what you were hiding from me?”

“Um…” Arthur, still kneeling down, froze for a moment. “Yes, I wanted to surprise you”

“I told you it was a bad idea to distance yourself…” Merlin said under his breath.

“Shut up, Merlin” The other one replied, soon after focusing his attention back on you. “For weeks I thought about the best way of proposing and yet… none of them seemed good enough for you, so… I decided to improvise”

You were left speechless by this discovery. When Arthur tenderly squeezed your hand, it dawned on you. You finally realized what was happening. Arthur had just asked you to marry him, he was proposing to you! That was what he was hiding!

“You scared me so badly” Suddenly overcome with emotion, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore”

“Forgive me, my love… That was never my intention” Arthur said from below. “Believe me when I say I could never stop loving you. I will make it up to you, I promise”

“Uh... Y/N…” Merlin whispered, calling attention to his long forgotten presence once more. “You haven’t given him an answer yet”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, startled by the realization. You had started shaking from head to toe at some point. In your mind, you were screaming at yourself to say ‘yes’ but you only gawked at him. You couldn’t utter even that simple word.

“Y/N” Arthur tried again, nearly making you swoon by the way in which he lovingly gazed at you, like his kingdom wasn’t even as precious to him as you were. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

A sob struck you, making it impossible to talk. You only stared at him, embracing the warmth of his hand against yours and just then seeing the beautiful ring he held up to you.

Moving sneakily, Merlin nudged you in the ribs. That gave you the encouragement you needed to reply once and for all. Unable to speak as you cried tears of joy, you decided to energetically nod your head instead.

Arthur heaved a big sigh, as he had been seemingly holding his breath all this time. His smile was almost blinding as he cheerfully jumped to his feet and slipped the ring around your finger. It was quite a hard task, as you were still shaking, though he only laughed a little about it. After all, his fingers felt clumsy too.

“I love you” He said, tenderly cradling your face into his hands and kissing you on the lips.

“I love you too…” You managed to say between sobs, hiding your head in his shoulder as you recovered from the many emotions that overwhelmed you.

As he tightly held you in his arms, Arthur laughed out of sheer happiness. You clutched on to his white tunic, starting to laugh a little yourself as you ran out of joyful tears. He placed a hand on the back of your head and sweetly kissed your temple.

“It didn’t quite go as I expected” Merlin joined your laughter too, although his sounded more amused than moved by emotion. “It was a disaster, honestly”

“You’re not helping, Merlin” Arthur told his friend. “Why are you laughing?”

“You should have seen your faces” Your friend laughed, pointing at both of you.

Arthur rolled his eyes, exasperated by his manservant as usual. It pulled a smile out of you, calming your racing heart as everything returned to normal.

“I thought you were worried about Y/N’s answer” He told him, but Merlin shook his head.

“I wasn’t, I knew Y/N would say yes” Merlin shrugged a little. “You’re made for each other”

Arthur left behind his joking reprimanding and vexed tone and acquired a more genuine one as he smiled at Merlin.

“Thank you, old friend” Soon, however, the gesture became mischievous. “But you have a lot to do now. You must help Y/N plan the wedding: the flowers, the food, the guests…”

Merlin sent you a look, one that screamed ‘help me’. You laughed, feeling how your nerves faded away completely and the excitement and glee settled. Arthur continued listing the things that Merlin needed to do for the wedding, and you only laughed more and clung on to him as he teased his friend.

Your eyes were directed towards the fresh bouquet adorning your vase. Red, yellow, pink, violet, orange, blue…  all the color that stained the petals seemed to seep into your life, transforming the dull black and white existence that you had been trapped in during all those long days into a rainbow of euphoria that foresaw happy days and loving moments.

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Long Forgotten Past- Arthur Pendragon Imagine (Merlin)

Title: Long Forgotten Past

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon X Reader (I tried to make this gender neutral but if I slipped up, I’m sorry)

Requested: Nope... 

Warning(s): Mentions of past abandonment and memory loss

Summary: Someone made a decision that changed (Y/n)’s life forever. Now things are changing and the truth will be revealed. A visitor coming to Camelot makes sure that the truth comes out and (Y/n) learns more in a day than they had in forever.  

Author’s Note: I have had this sitting in my drafts for so long! This was originally a musical prompt but I drifted very far from that original idea... whoops!

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“Merlin, let go of my wrist,” I hissed as he dragged me through the halls of the castle. 

“No, this is important,” he replied, continuing to drag me along.

“Merlin,” we heard someone shout behind us. Merlin stopped with an angry sigh, tuning around to face Arthur. “Hello, (Y/n).”

“Hello, Arthur,” I smiled. 

“Merlin,” Arthur turned his attention to the boy that was still grabbing onto my wrist. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“I need to speak to Gaius and it’s important that (Y/n) is there,” Merlin explained. “You can make me do any chores you want afterwards.”

“(Y/n), are you alright,” Arthur touched my arm gently.

“I’m fine,” I said with- what probably looked like- a dumb smile. He nodded before waving us off. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he replied.

“God, you two are pathetic,” Merlin muttered once Arthur was out of earshot and you had continued following him to see Gaius. “He is absolutely in love with you.”

“No, no he is not,” I insisted. We had this discussion all too often. Merlin had this idea that Arthur loved me... which wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. 

“Gaius,” Merlin shouted as opened the door of their room. “I’ve discovered something.”

“What is it,” Gaius asked, stepping away from whatever potion he was making. 

“There’s a king missing his child,” Merlin explained. “His wife died when the kingdom was attacked and the child disappeared.”

“Merlin, where is this going,” Gaius asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms.

“(Y/n) is that child,” Merlin exclaimed.

“What,” Gaius and I shouted at the same time. 

“Is it impossible,” Merlin asked.

“Yes,” I replied. 

“You have no memories from before... about eight years old,” Merlin added. “You know that your parents didn’t give birth to you. Why can’t you even think that this is a possibility?”

“Gaius,” I turned to look at the old man. “Please tell him that he has lost it.”

“Well...,” Gaius started.

“Gaius,” I shouted. 

“We need to tell Uther that there’s a chance,” he continued. “The only one who could confirm this is the man who is potentially your father.”

“You’re kidding,” I shook my head and looked down.

“Come with me, we’ll speak with him before his meeting with the knights,” Gaius said, motioning for Merlin and me to follow him. 

“We’re doing this right now,” I asked. I was scared. I shouldn’t have been scared. None of this was possible. They both nodded. “Okay.”

“Sire,” Gaius said as we all walked into the throne room. “I have an important issue to discuss with you.”

“Make it quick, Gauis, I have a meeting soon,” Uther replied.

“You may have heard about King Rowan,” Gaius explained. “He lost his wife when their kingdom was attacked and his child seemed to disappear at random. Merlin and I have reason to believe that we’ve found his child.”

“Really,” Uther looked stunned. “His child has been missing for almost fifteen years. Who do you believe it is?”

“(Y/n),” I straightened my spine when Uther looked at me when Gaius said my name. “The only person who can confirm that is King Rowan.”

“I’ll have someone go and deliver a message to him,” Uther promised, walking over to us. He placed a hand on my shoulder. “It should only take a few days for him to arrive. We’ll find out the truth.”

“Thank you, Sire,” I said, nodding before going to leave. I still had work to get done... even if my thoughts were in a mess now.

**A Few Days Later**

I ran through the hallways once Gwen and Morgana finally let me go. They had insisted on making sure I looked my best when my potential father showed up. I understood why but it made me even more nervous. 

I only stopped when I was right outside the doors to the throne room. The guards at the doors gave me nods that I think were supposed to comfort me. I nodded back and they opened the large doors for me.

“This is (Y/n),” Uther said as I walked in. Another man was standing there. That must have been King Rowan.

The room was completely silent. I stood in the middle of the room, scared out of my mind. King Rowan walked over slowly. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

“Your necklace,” Rowan said. I touched in out of instinct. It wasn’t much. A single charm on some string. But I had always had it. “It belonged to my wife. She told me to give it to my child. It was her last wish on her deathbed.”

“That... That means...”

“(Y/n),” King Rowan pulled me into a tight hug. I felt him shaking. I let tears fall from my eyes. “My child.”

“Father,” I mumbled. I stepped away after a minute, trying to wipe my eyes so I could look presentable. “Why can’t I remember that time? I would’ve been old enough to have memories.”

“That was my doing,” he looked down. “I had a warlock wipe the first ten years from your mind. I didn’t want you to hold onto that pain. Now that you’re here, we can find a way to restore them.”

“Gaius,” Uther said. “He would be able to fix this, yes?”

“I could certainly try, Sire,” Gaius nodded. I turned around and hugged him.

“Thank you,” I mumbled. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied before stepping back to look at everyone. “(Y/n) will need to stay in my chambers and I will need to be able to work with her in private.”

“Of course,” Rowan nodded. He gave me one last hug before following Uther, who was offering him a tour of the castle. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course,” I nodded. Everyone had left the room except for Gaius, Merlin, and Arthur.

“I told you so,” Merlin said. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Merlin,” Arthur warned. “One more word, you’ll be sleeping in the stables.”

“Sorry,” Merlin held his hands up. He moved over to hug me. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled. 

“Gaius and I will go off to prepare for... whatever is going to happen,” Merlin said before following Gaius out of the throne room.

“So, you’re royalty,” Arthur said after the door shut behind them.

“Apparently,” I looked down. I was caught off guard when he hugged me and twirled me around. “What is it?”

“This is the best news,” he replied. “This is perfect.”

“Why is it so perfect?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” he shrugged with a smirk before kissing my forehead. “Good luck.”

“Thank you,” I gave him a nervous smile before heading off to see Gaius and Merlin.

I walked through the door, fiddling with my hands. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was scared that I would actually throw up. Merlin gave me a comforting smile once he saw me shifting from one foot to another. 

“Come lay down,” Gaius said. I nodded and sat on the cot that Gaius had. 

“How is this going to work,” I asked.

“Well, I’m going to give you this potion,” Gaius held up a bottle. “It should start bringing your memory back but it will cause you to fall asleep because the process of regaining memories can be...”

“Overwhelming,” I completed his thought. He nodded. “Have you done this before?”

“Never had to,” Gaius replied, kind of shrugging at me. I let out a heavy sigh. “It’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” I shook my hands out before holding one out to take the bottle from him. 

I shifted so I was laying down, then took a huge gulp of the potion. I winced at the flavor as Gaius took it from me. My wincing stopped as I started feeling drowsy, my eyelids struggling to stay open. After what could’ve been seconds, I was falling asleep.

**Time Skip**

I slowly blinked as my brain became less and less cloudy. I rolled my neck before moving to sit up on the cot. I jumped a little when I saw how many people were there... just looking at me.

“Hello,” my father said softly, sitting next to me. I smiled at him. “I know this is going to sound a little silly but... can you tell me the name of your mother?”

“My mother’s name was Aleida,” I replied, my eyes filling with tears. “She was killed by a neighboring kingdom when I was eight. And I just forgot her.”

“No, no, no,” my father hugged me, rubbing my back. “You did nothing wrong. I am so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.”

“May I have a few minutes,” I asked. “I just want to collect my thoughts.”

“Of course,” my father nodded, moving to stand and guide everyone out.

Once the door closed, I felt all of my emotions truly come out. I was scared and I was confused. I placed a hand over my mouth as I cried. Almost eight years of lost memories came crashing back in less than a minute. I couldn’t sort through all of my thoughts.

Whether or not I understood what was going on, my tears eventually stopped. I finally stood from the cot and walked towards the door. Everyone was waiting just outside. 

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I just needed to pull myself together.”

“You’re alright,” Arthur stepped forward and touched my shoulder. I smiled at him.

“Merlin, I believe you and I have some work to finish up, don’t we,” Gaius asked. Merlin nodded, a very smug smile on his face as they walked back into Gaius’ chambers. 

“Rowan, I believe we have a deal to discuss,” Uther announced. “Would you like to go discuss the matter?”

“Of course,” my father replied, walking towards the throne room.

“So,” Arthur said slowly. “It’s true.”

“It’s true,” I chuckled. “So, you can tell me why this was such great news.”

“Well,” he looked down for a moment. “I just want you to know that I love you.”

“Oh,” I froze up for a moment. “As in you’re in love with me?”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a small smile. “I didn’t want to say anything because of the stupid rule about royals not being with people that aren’t also royals... but this was the best stroke of luck because now no one can do anything to you if I was to say anything... which I did.”

“I am very happy that I do know,” I replied. I glanced around the nearby hallway before leaning up and kissing his cheek. “Let’s go see what our dads are so adamantly discussing.”

 “Alright,” he nodded, holding his arm out so I could wrap mine around. I leaned on his shoulder while we walked down the hallway. It was nice. This was a definitely a nice moment.

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I was ready for the attack, tightly holding on to my sword and wielding it with stubborn determination. If I was to fall in battle, I would give it my very all. Still lying down on the ground, I awaited for the moment of retaliation. It never came. 

“What...?” I muttered when my attacker suddenly winced and dropped.

Behind him there was a familiar face, even if his expression was a confusing mixture of pride and concern. There stood Arthur, towering over me. It wasn’t for long, though, as he dropped to his knees to examine me.

“Y/N” He uttered, heaving a sigh of relief. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine” I clutched the slash in my side, sitting up on the ground. “I had it under control”

“No, you didn’t” His blue eyes frantically looked me up and down, stopping there where my hand clutched the bleeding gash. “You’re injured”

“I’m alright, Arthur” Despite my words, I couldn’t contain a groan of pain as I sat up. The bloodloss was making me light headed and every movement seemed like a great effort.

“You could have died” He said, his voice sounding more serious than ever. 

“But I didn’t” I showed him a weak smile, trying to hide the fact that I was breathing heavily. “You didn’t have to come, I told you I could do this alone”

Arthur’s eyes lingered on me, expressing an incredbile amount of anxiety as the last remnants of his relief dissapeared. He shook his head at me, taking me by the arm to try and carefully pull me to my feet.

“I know you could, and you did”

“Then why are you here?”

“You’re not invincible”

“Arthur-”

“And I won’t lose you too” 

I had been heavily leaning on his shoulder, wincing and groaning as we both stood up. Still leaning on him, and with the support of his arm around my frame, I stared at him in awe. He really must have been scared for me, because he was never this bold and honest.

“Arthur...” I muttered, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

It warmed my heart to know he cared so deeply. He cared enough to follow me, crazy with concern, and back me up on my battle. Arthur had been struck with grief one too many times, and refused to go through it again if he could help it.

Moved by it all and at a loss for words, I threw my arms around him. Locking my arms around his neck, I squeezed him against me. Finally, I heard a light chuckle from him as his arms wrapped around me as well.

“Thank you for having my back” I whispered as I broke away to look into his eyes. They were drowned in emotion and perhaps even unshed tears.

“Uh, here...” He replied, clearing his throat. “Let me help you”

Before I could complain about the change of subject, he had scooped me up into his arms. Efforlessly, he carried me away from the battlefield.

“You don’t have to-”

“Shut up, Y/N, I am the king”

Seeing that he was back to his usual self and honestly relieved to be off my feet, I smiled and relaxed. Nuzzling his neck, I calmly allowed him to carry me. Arthur tenderly cradled me as he took me home. 

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Prompts: “How long have you been dead?” “50 Years” “Damn,. Guess I missed the funeral then” - changed slightly to fit character

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon (BBC Merlin) x reader

Requested by: Anonymous       

Gender: Neutral       Triggers: Some fighting, brief mentions of  death

Theme: Sad, angst. Much more than I originally intended. 

Note: Not Halloween themed at all. I might even try to do a part two to this after Halloween if anyone wants it. It came out much longer than I thought it would. 

How you ended up in this situation was beyond you, it had been so long since you were with so many people, especially royalty. You looked at the people around you, the knights in their armor, eyeing the trees, the servant called Merlin seemingly trying not to fall asleep on his horse, and the Prince, Arthur, who kept glancing back at you to check if you were keeping up. You didn’t know how long you could keep this up, you couldn’t go into Camelot, in case someone recognized you, though you knew that would be unlikely. But you knew it would cause a lot more trouble than you’d wish for if someone did. You had to tell them, or slip away, which one you’d choose, you were unsure of.

~One Hour Earlier~

You sat on the log, watching the slow trickle of the water in the spring, the butterflies fluttering above the damp soil. The soft sound of leaves brushing against each other in the breeze. You sighed, closing your eyes before taking a deep breath. 

Hearing the rustling of bushes made you open your eyes, your head snapping in the direction of the noise. You recognized the sound of footsteps. Your heart would be pounding, if you had a pulse at all that is. You weren’t afraid of someone hurting you, but you were afraid of someone recognizing you, exposing you. You rarely had interactions with people, especially this deep into the forest. If was usually druids, bandits, or the occasional lost traveler. 

You knew there were stories about you in Camelot and the nearby towns, you had heard a group of travelers talking around their campfire one night. The stories spoke of a spirit in the woods that would help lost travelers. You hadn’t spoken to these travelers in particular, they never knew you were there. You had gotten very good at not being seen.

The only people who had know of your existence, and what you were was a small band of druids you met a few years earlier. They offered to take you with them, but the further you went from the area, the more you felt yourself fading away. The territory of Camelot was your home, your prison.

“Well what do we have here?”

You stood suddenly, surprised by the voice behind you. Turning you see a large burly man approaching, smirk present on his face as he looked you up and down. Hearing more noise behind you, you turn to see two more men coming closer, one holding a sword in his hands.

“What are you doing out here then? All Alone?” The man spoke again. 

You backed away, closer to a tree “I want no trouble” you said aloud, your voice shaking. You couldn’t be hurt, not physically, and you couldn’t be killed, not again at least. But you still didn’t want to be attacked. And you didn’t know what else they would try.

“Well trouble is exactly what you are going to get” another man said as they surrounded you.

“Actually, I think it’s you who is in trouble” another voice spoke, causing the bandits to turn towards the intruder.

You saw a young man, blonde, handsome, adorned in armor with the crest of Camelot. Behind him stood more knights, and a young dark haired man in regular clothes.

The bandits lunged towards the men, who responded quickly with their swords. It didn’t take long before the three men were dead on the ground.

You stared down at them, wondering where they would go from here. You hoped they wouldn’t stick around, like you did.

“Are you alright?” the man from before spoke.

Looking at him you nodded silently before speaking quietly “Thank you”

He smiled kindly at you before approaching, noticing your apprehension “I am Arthur Pendragon, Son of Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot”

You tried to hide your shock at this. You had known Uther when he was a young boy, to see his grown son now made you realize just how long you had been here for. Something you never really thought of. You worked at the castle, you were friends with many of the employees, especially a young man named Gaius, who had been around the same age as you. 

Quickly recuperating you stood a little straighter before curtsying “Your highness” you paused as you looked back up at him “My name is Y/n”

“What are you doing all the way out here?” he asked curious.

You decided to answer him truthfully, at least, it was the truth, a long time ago “I was taking a walk, and I got distracted, I lost my way at some point and haven’t been able to find my way back”

“Well luckily for you we are on our way back to Camelot, we will accompany you safely back” he smiled at you.

You couldn’t say no, they would suspect something, but you hadn’t been back to Camelot in ages. You knew that if you went to the far side of the forest you would start to fade. Could you even enter Camelot?

“Thank you your Highness, I would appreciate that very much” you said suddenly. What had you gotten yourself into?

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“We’ll stop here for the night” Arthur said as you stopped in a clearing. You looked down the slope of the valley seeing a distant Camelot. You still weren’t sure if you should go, you could feel yourself weakening, fading. You wish you could see it, what it had become. Plus, you couldn’t help but wonder if any of your family was still alive. Your sister, maybe your brother. You would love to see them again, at least once. Maybe just to say goodbye. But you knew you could never have a life there, you could never be normal. Not anymore. 

Arthur looked at you, seeing you staring towards Camelot, a look of sadness adorning your face, he couldn’t help but sense a feeling of longing coming from you. He frowned as he approached you “Y/n?” your eyes snapped towards him “Are you alright? You seem...well, sad, to be frank”

You were shocked by how well he could read you, though maybe you weren’t hiding your emotions as well as you thought. “I’m fine” you forced a smile, that even you could tell appeared sad.

He frowned again, his brows knitting together as he took another small step closer, his eyes gentle. He reached forward placing his hand gently on your elbow “There’s something else”

You stared at him for a moment “You wouldn’t understand”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I can’t listen”

You smiled at him, a grateful, yet still sad smile. It made his heart skip a beat. He was having a hard time not looking at you “You are kind, but you should rest” you suggested, before walking past him and towards the fire the others had begun to build. Arthur watched you approach the others. Who were you? Why had he never seen you before?

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You watched the others as they laughed with each other, they had asked you questions about you past. You wanted to answer truthful, but knew your answers would be too vague. So you told them that you had been born in Camelot, but moved away when you were young, having only recently returned. Hence why you got lost in the forest. 

They were talking to the servant Merlin, when you heard him mention a familiar name “Gaius?” you asked aloud, earning the attention of every one “Gaius is still in Camelot?”

“Yes” Merlin smiled “You knew him?”

“Yes” you smiled back “I’ve known him since I was very young”

Merlin continued to smile “Well I’m sure he’d be glad to see you again” he couldn’t help but notice your smile falter for a moment. Something Arthur noticed as well. 

“Yes, I would love to see him again” you said before looking off in the direction of Camelot. Gaius would never turn you away. He was a part of the old religion after all, maybe he could help you. But then again, maybe he could only help you fade away.

“Well I am going to go to bed” the Knight, Gwaine announced as he rose, stretching. Everyone else agreed and began to get ready to lie down. You pretended to find a place to lay, but knew you wouldn’t sleep. You never slept, never dreamt, not anymore.

Once you thought everyone had fallen asleep you wandered off into the trees, finding a felled tree to sit on, you played with the grass at your feet. Deciding if you would leave in the middle of the night. But you felt as though the knights would come looking for you.

“Aren’t you cold?”

You turned suddenly at the voice, seeing Arthur watching you, when he breathed, you saw his breath, visible in the cold night air. “No” you admitted, “I don’t feel the cold”

His face showed his confusion at your comment. “I don’t understand” he approached you sitting down next to you, noticing that you weren’t shaking, nor was your breath showing. 

You could tell he was trying to figure it out. Locking eyes with him you smiled “You seem like a good man”

“I like to think I am”

You thought to yourself for a moment “I can’t go back Arthur”

“What do you mean? Did you not get lost? Did you run away from something, from someone?” he pried “Y/n, if someone is trying to hurt you”

“No.” you chuckled lightly, before your tone became serious again “I did get lost in the forest, but that was a long time ago” he stared, confused “My father had just died, and I wanted to get away.” you paused, recollecting your past “I came into the forest to clear my head. I walked, and walked, and just kept going.” Arthur watched you closely as you spoke “Eventually, I looked around, and realized that I didn’t recognize anything. I started calling out, to see if anyone was around, but I was alone. It got darker, and it got colder, and then it rained. Once it finally stopped I tried to make a fire but it was too wet from the rain. When I awoke the next morning I was weak, sick from the cold. I tried to make my way back to Camelot, but...”

“What?”

“It rained again, a strong storm, the rain froze me to my bones. I tripped, slipped from the mud and hit my head on a rock. I just lied their, too cold, too weak, and I just...let go”

“What do you mean let go?”

‘”I died Arthur” you looked at him, seeing the shock and confusion on his face “I died that night. 

He was going to laugh, as if this was a joke, but, somehow, he knew you were telling the truth. “How? How are you here then?”

“I don’t know” you shook your head “I woke up and...I saw my own body beneath me, lying on the ground. I knew what had happened, and I thought that I was some invisible spirit, a ghost. But not that long later a merchant came into the forest and saw me, spoke to me, shook my hand. He tried to point me back towards Camelot, but...I don’t know, I just couldn’t find my way back, I was always going in circles, always ending up back at the place I died” you looked towards where the city was “It’s like I had no sense of direction, I could never leave. The further I got from where I died, the more it seemed that I was fading away. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Camelot since.”

“Why can’t you go back?”

“I can feel myself fading again, I’m too far away from where I died. Near that spring where you found me today, that’s where it happened. I fear that if I go any further, I’ll die completely”

Arthur thought to himself for a moment “When did you die?” 

“Around 50 years ago I think”

“I missed the funeral then” he said, causing you to chuckle. It was the first time you laughed in a very long time.

“Fifty years?” he questioned, you nodded “And when you said you knew Gaius from a young age, you mean you grew up together?”

“Yes” you nodded “He was like a brother” you smiled fondly, before looking over at Arthur “I knew your father too. When he was a young boy, quite a bit younger than you are now”

“Really? What was he like?”

You chuckled “Stubborn, reckless”

“So he hasn’t changed much then” he laughed.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you before he looked at you again “What do you want me to do?”

“Tell the others that my family came in the night, looking for me, and that I left with them”

“You’re going back then? To the spring?”

“I have nowhere else to go”

“What if I can find someway to help you? To..I don’t know, set you free?”

“I don’t want that. I don’t-” you sighed “I don’t want to die”

He shook his head “That’s not what I meant”

You looked at him “What did you mean?”

“Maybe there is a way to bring you back some way? To make you able to enter Camelot. If I am able to touch you, to see you, then maybe you can live again”

You stared into his eyes. You were aware from the Druids you had befriended that Uther was a very harsh King, and opposed anything related to magic. To bring you back would surely entail magic of some sort. Would Arthur be willing to risk that? For you? “I want nothing more than to live again Arthur, but I am not alive. I am dead. I can’t feel the cold, or the warmth, I don’t feel hungry, I don’t sleep, I can’t feel, touch, it’s as if my whole body is numb. That’s not living Arthur, not really” you paused “Besides, what if your father recognized me? What would he do then?” He listening to you as you spoke before sighing “Why do you want to help me so much anyway?”

He looked up at you before smiling sadly “I don’t know, there’s just something about you...” he paused his eyes studying your face “I don’t like seeing you sad. And I don’t want to say goodbye to you”

You swear for a moment, just a moment, that your heart jumped in your chest “You have too” you stood “I have to go now”

“No please” he stood, taking your hand in his, noticing how cold they were.

You stared down at his hands, wishing you could feel their warmth. Wishing you could feel anything else than sad. “I have to go” you said suddenly “It’s too risky for me to go back”

He gently held your hands taking another step closer. If only you could feel the warmth he was surely emitting. His eyes were intense as they stared into your own “What if I do find something? A way to help you?”

You stared back into his eyes “Then come find me” you pulled your hand away from his, taking a step back “There is something you can do for me”

“Anything”

“Tell Gaius, Y/L L/n says hello”

He nodded, thinking that maybe Gaius could help. He watched as you turned from him, walking back into the darkness of the forest. Somehow knowing, that though you could never find your way back to Camelot on your own, you would end up at that stream again no matter which way you walked. And he knew that he would find you there. He knew that he had to help you. He knew he had to set you free. 

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I Had a Plan

Request: Can I please have a one shot from Merlin or Teen wolf? You can decide which is easier to write with the idea! :3 where the reader is a scholar and gets in to trouble either from a magic creature or another human, when (Merlin/Arthur or Derek/Isaac- you choose!) saves them and the reader gets all huffy at being saved?

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: I chose Merlin, cause no one ever asks me to write for it lol (though I don’t really get many TW requests anymore either)

Characters: Merlin x reader x Arthur (platonic)

Gender: Any/Neutral       Words: 1,215

Triggers: Mentions of kidnapping and blood, but mostly humor

You really didn’t think it was a bad idea, I mean, it’s not like you wandered into a dark forbidden cave outside of the city that had warnings in an ancient language telling you to literally ‘keep out, or die’. Merlin and Arthur are never going to let you live this down, that is, if you live.

You damned your curiosity, why did you come in here? Why couldn’t you resist? Why couldn’t you let it be? 

The cave had been sitting in the forest for years, no one ever went in, no one knew what was inside, you had to know. You were one of Camelots only scholars, people came to you for knowledge every day, what if someone came one day and asked you about the cave, what would you say? I don’t know? What kind of scholar would you be if you didn’t know the answer to as simple of a questions as that? Well, now you knew, and god you wished you didn’t.

Looking down at your chained wrists you let out a huff of air, the sound of dripping water echoing off of the cave walls, followed by silence and then footsteps. You stared at the entrance as the witch that took you came in.

She was wearing a long tattered gown, a large pendant hanging from her neck, her face was pale, sunken with age, her fingers appearing more like claws that anything else. But her most notable feature was her eyes. They were malicious and predatory, the color almost black, staring at them for too long would send shivers down anyone’s spine.

When you entered the cave, it was so silent apart from dripping water an the occasional wind gust. You assumed there was nothing here so you came in further. Then you saw old books, dead animals, recently dead. You thought that maybe it was just some homeless man, or maybe some scavengers, so you decided to leave. But when you turned around, she was there blocking the entrance, a slightly shocked expression, but a wide, terrifying smile. 

The witch stood in front of you, staring intently into your eyes, though you tried to look away, you found yourself unable to move. Slowly a small smirk spread across her face. It took a moment, but you became aware of a subtle feeling in your head, as if someone was peering directly into your thoughts. 

You breathed out slowly, gaining enough control to put up a fight, you snarled at her “Get out of my mind”

Her smirk widened, showing her teeth, broken down, sharp “You are a strong one, scholar” her voice was hoarse and croaky “It’s been a long time since anyone has wandered into my home. But you couldn’t resist could you? Your a scholar, you study everything you can, and the idea of what could be in this cave was too tempting wasn’t it?” you didn’t notice that she had slowly been creeping closer until her breath was on your cheek.

“What are you doing here?” you asked bravely.

“I live here” she smiled “I’ve lived here for many many years” slowly she pulled away, turning and walking to a table with a variety of objects, ones you unfortunately recognized. 

“Let me guess? You are going to sacrifice me and absorb my life force, making you stronger and younger, please, the least you could do it be original” you mocked her, probably a bad move, but you needed her to get along with it, you needed to get unchained from the wall so you could fight her off and escape, you just hoped she didn’t know that.

From the small chuckle that escaped her lips, you had a feeling that she did “Don’t try and make me angry” she said turning, a long curved knife in his hand “You don’t want this to hurt”

She approached you slowly, eyeing you intently, you gripped your hands tightly, trying to remain calm “Your the reason people abhor witches you know, they could live in peace if monsters like you died out”

Suddenly the knife was against your throat as she slowly pressed it deeper against your neck, breaking the skin, you could feel a small dip of blood trail down your chest. You kept your eyes on her, showing no fear.

“You are a brave one aren’t you? Don’t worry, you wont be for long”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that”

Your head snapped towards the cave entrance, as did the witch. Arthur was leaning against the cave wall, Merlin standing behind him.

The witch turned her body fully towards them “Arthur Pendragon”

“You know my name, but, I don’t think I know yours” Arthur spoke as he took a few more steps into the cave, Merlin waiting for a moment he could get around them to you, to unchain you.

“You don’t deserve to know my name!” she growled at them.

“Alright” he agreed before rushing at her with his sword.

Merlin ran over to you, grabbing the keys from the nearby table and freeing you. A large gust of wind made you cower against the cave wall, unable to move. Arthur had been knocked to the ground, covering his head. Suddenly a large pot slammed against the witches head, causing her to stagger. An event you would not repeat to Arthur as Merlin quickly lowered his hand when Arthur rose, taking the witch by surprise when he ran his sword through her.

-

You stood against the tree just outside the cave, your arms crossed, and a frown planted across your face, as Arthur stood in front of you “What were you thinking going in there alone? Actually, what were you thinking going in there at all?”

“You wouldn’t tell me what was inside, so I decided to find out myself”

“Well, it’s not like I knew that some old witch was there!” he defended himself 

“I’m a scholar Arthur, t’s my job to know about these types of things, now I know that there was a witch there”

Arthur rolled his eyes “I don’t care if you are a scholar or not, it was still a horrible idea. You’re lucky Gwen saw you wander in off in this direction or Merlin and I would have never found you”

“I could have gotten out” you said defensively.

Merlin smiled lightly, watching as you and Arthur squabbled “Oh yeah, what were you going to do?” Arthur asked, amused

“Well, before you barged in, I had a perfect plan” you lied, to proud to admit you had been stupid “But since you ruined it, I don’t think you deserve to know what it was” you said before marching past them and back towards Camelot.

Arthur opened his mouth to talk but decided against it as he turned and huffed out, defeated, knowing this is a battle he wasn’t going to win. He began walking into the forest, towards Camelot.

You looked over at Merlin who was staring at you with an amused expression “What?” he rose his brow and cocked his head “I had a plan” you said one last time before you marched past him, following Arthur.

He smiled as he walked after you, whispering loud enough for you to hear “No you didn’t”

[absentmindeduniverse]

As you wish to you too 😍🥰I love that it serves as a way of knowing without knowing how they feel about each other 😊. (The Princess Bride, right? 😉)

As you wish

Mystery Prompts: Fandom: BBC Merlin. Character: Arthur Pendragon. Prompt List C: Prompt: “Are you Jealous??”. Theme: Feel-Good. 

Note: Confession: The actual prompt that corresponded to the requester number is “You’re one hell of a girl/guy” but since I try my best to only do gender neutral I removed that prompt, so it no longer counts lol, that makes the ‘are you jealous’ the next prompt. 

Requested by: @thebookbakery​

Pairings: Arthur Pendragon x Gen!Neutral Reader

Mystery Prompts Post

Triggers: None        Words: 1,138

You paced quickly down the stone corridors of the castle, hands gripped tightly to the wooden tray in your hands. You moved gracefully as to not knock anything on the tray over. 

“Y/n!” you heard someone greet you from behind, hearing them approach quickly. You slowed as you looked over your shoulder smiling at the approaching Prince. 

“Hello Arthur” you greeted as he fell in pace next to you, his shoulders almost brushing yours. 

He looked at the tray in your hands and quirked his brow “Hungry are you?” he teased, acknowledged the decent amount of food on the tray. 

“This is not for me” you replied with amusement.

This only confused him more “Since when are you a palace servant?” his voice held a hint of amusement. 

You smiled at him “I’m simply doing a friend a favor” 

“Gwen?” he asked, you shook your head.

“Gwaine” you answered. 

“Ah” Arthur replied simply, seeing a mix of confusion flash across his face before realization. 

Gwaine had recently been injured on a quest with Arthur and the rest of the knights. A quest Uther did not give him permission to go on. The injury of one of the knights only made Arthur’s punishment worse. Gwaine now was holed up in bed, and when you visited, he mentioned he was hungry. So you decided to bring him some food. 

“He guilted you into serving him then aye?”

You smiled “Noo, he might have mentioned he was hungry, but I was the one who offered to bring him food.” 

“Maybe I should have gotten myself injured” Arthur quipped before snatching a grape from the tray.  

“Don’t say that Arthur” you warned, the idea alone scaring you. 

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