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Chaos’s Queen

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Pairing(s): Chaos!Arthur Pendragon x Fem!Reader Summary: Arthur shows you what you've been missing out on as Queen. Warnings: Smut, consensual sex (CONSENT IS SEXY KIDS), oral (r! receiving), cunnilingus, throne sex, major overstimulation, fingering, Arthur using his chaos power for sexual uses, body worship (maybe?), praise kink, slightly degrading terms (but no name calling such as slut, whore, etc - I will cry), pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, darling, my queen, your highness), slight choking kink, throne kink, crown kink, lots of eye contact, no use of (y/n). Word Count: 3,630 Extra Notes: Arthur is in his 30s in this fic, just like he was when he had the chaos power and is the King

HISS HISS PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

Your eyes looked back and forth between your lover's and the doors of the throne room you stood outside of. Arthur had a sweet smile on his face as he led you through the doors and into the room. It was empty inside, safe for a few servants cleaning and polishing the throne, the gold shining and sparkling with the final rays of the setting sun shining through the room’s windows.

“You’re all dismissed.” He said in a cold tone even though his eyes and smile remained locked on you. “Except you.” His sweet smile transitioned into a smirk and a shiver ran down your spine.

You knew that look.

As the last servant left the room, the throne doors slammed shut by an invisible source and the room’s windows were covered by curtains that were not there a moment before.

Oh god.

You were really in for it.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you come here.” He gently took your hand in his large hands, calloused from years of sword-holding and battle training but soft in their touch for you. Leading you to his throne, he motioned for your to sit. You hesitated, confused, and opened your mouth to speak when his hand reached out and his thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and trapping your words in your throat. “Just sit,” His thumb left your lips only to be replaced by a slow kiss from his own. “Tonight,” He started speaking, mumbling against your lips. “Tonight you’re the one getting worshipped.” He gently moved you as he kissed you again until your knees backed up against the edge of the throne and pushed you back, making you lose your balance and fall onto it. He smirked, looking down at your slightly disheveled state, flushed cheeks, and the edge of your thinly strapped dress falling off your shoulder, revealing your neck and collarbones to the king’s eyes. Both his hands fell to the armrests to support himself as he leaned down and trailed his nose up from the slight bit of cleavage your dress showed and over your collarbone, stopping momentarily every second to leave teasing kisses along his path that left you breathy and panting, up to right below your ear.

“I’ve had an idea for a while now that I’ve been just dying to try,” He whispered hotly into the skin where your jaw met your neck. “I’ve just been waiting,” he nipped at your skin, “and waiting,” and again, “and waiting,” he growled out before lightly biting down into the crease of your shoulder and neck. You released a low moan at the unexpected act. You felt his lips move into a smirk before his tongue dipped out and he smoothed it over the bitten skin as he released a low moan of his own.

He backed up suddenly and you almost let out a yelp at how you fell forward to chase after his touch. His eyes lit up to see how desperate you were slowly becoming for him.

Taking a moment to take in your appearance once more, he let out a hum of satisfaction before smirking and staring directly into your eyes as he knelt to one knee, and then to the other until he was kneeling before you. His arms rested on the small space beside your thighs the throne gave him, his thumbs just barely grazing along the silk and mesh fabric of your golden and white dress as he leaned in and pressed his face into your stomach. Grazing his nose up and down, going further down each time, reaching closer to where you needed him most. His hands moved from the throne to down where your dress ended at your calves and started lifting it slightly which made your breath hitch.

“You always look so damn good in these dresses, dressed like a queen and looking like one too,” He practically moaned out as his nose hovered right above your arousal and he took a deep breath in. You whimpered at the praise. “It’s about damn time you got treated like one too.”

“Arthur,” you breathed out so softly you were even sure if he heard you but when he tilted his head up to look you in the eyes with a teasing smirk you knew he had. “Arthur, please don’t tease me,” you begged, your voice only a fraction louder than your first call of his name.

“But you sound so sweet when I tease you, your little breathy moans like sweet music to my ears every single time,” He suddenly stuck his nose right up against your clit through your thin dress fabric and a surprised gasp left your parted lips.

As you continued to whimper and plead while he continued to tease you, he finally had some mercy on you and brought the lining of your dress up to your thighs. Looking up at you in a moment of softness, he looked into your eyes with a concerned and questioning look, silently asking for your consent. You gave him a small smile and nodded before leaning down slightly to give him a slow, light kiss. Just as you were about to lift your hips to help him take your dress off, there was a gust of wind, forcing you to close your eyes. When you opened them your dress was nowhere to be seen. Your body was left bare except for your matching set of bra and panties.

You shivered as your bare skin touched the cool surface of the golden throne, but the light touches from calloused fingers warmed your body instantly. He slowly trailed his fingers up your legs, touch so light it felt feathery. Starting at your calves, his fingers danced higher and higher, drawing light circles every once in a while. Reaching your thighs, the touch started to get heavier. Rougher.

He started kneading your outer thighs, still refusing to touch anywhere that would give you the stimulation you needed. His kisses traveled down from the crevice of your neck to the valley between your breasts, leaving bite marks and kiss stains littered across your skin.

Finally. Finally. His kisses stopped and his breath hovered over the, now damp with your arousal, fabric of your panties.

With no warning, he shoved his face into your dripping cunt and started licking at you through the fabric ever so slowly, still wanting to tease you until you got so desperate you started begging with everything you had.

"Arthur, please!" You whined as he pulled his mouth away and blew cold air on your drenched undergarment.

He smirked.

Pulling your panties down past your ankles and across the room with your dress, he shoved his mouth into you again. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked roughly sending an intense wave of euphoria throughout your entire body. Your back arched and you moaned loudly. Your hands reached out to grab onto his hair before they were grabbed by cold gold hands and restrained against the armrests of the throne chair.

He tsked and smirked as his chaos power activated, "No, no, sweetheart, just relax. Today is all about you," He spoke directly against your clit, the vibrations of his words sending jolts through your bones and tingles to the back of your head. "You've been working so hard recently," He licked at your clit between his words, continuing to give you pleasure while praising you. "Training with the new guards," another lick, "Helping me calm down whenever I get too stressed or angry," and another, "Sitting with me through those boring meetings that make me want to rip my hair out," His lingering frustration over his duties as a king slipped out through his actions. His tongue got rougher, his lips wrapped around your clit sucked harder, and his fingers that were holding your thighs apart for his assault on your sex gripped stronger.

He brought you to your first orgasm like that.

Your moans echoed throughout the room as he continued his movements to ride you through your high. As your body slowly relaxed into the golden frame of the throne once more, his tongue continued to lap up the remnants of your orgasm. Being overly sensitive from the said orgasm that happened barely moments ago, you squirmed against his strong grip.

"Arthur, ah, Arthur please, agh, it-it's too much," you moaned out as your lover's tongue continued to bring you to heaven and back.

“Gods, you taste just as good as I remember, so sweet. It's alright pretty girl just sit back and let me do all the work. You deserve every ounce of pleasure I give you," He ignored your pleas and activated his chaos power again to grab hold of your thighs for him and hold them apart to keep your struggling against his tongue to a minimum. Your legs shook as his fingers slowly glided up their way to your inner thighs and caressed the treasure in between. His tongue came off of your clit with a wet popping sound and you moaned - whether in relief or desperation, the answer was unknown - only to be replaced by his thumb a moment later.

You cried out and your head fell back against the gold as you looked down at the man between your thighs only to see him staring straight into your own with an intense look. You blushed and attempted to look away only for another hand to appear from behind your head and force you to look into Arthur's eyes. His purple ones twinkled with mischief and lust while yours shined with embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

His middle finger glided back and forth over your folds, reveling in how wet you were before slipping it in without any resistance. You gasped and your mouth was left open in a silent moan as the pads of his finger pressed right against the spot inside you that sent you into the clouds. Without taking his finger out, he allowed it to just sit inside you and rub against the spot over and over again. His eyes never left your face as your mouth released sounds of pleasure, your eyes closed, your head rested against the back of the throne once more as the hand holding your head up released you. He admired every feature of your face as it contorted in pleasure and felt a warm sense of pride flow through him straight to the tent beneath his golden armor pants.

"Does that feel good, your highness? Does my finger feel good as it brings you to bliss? Do you feel powerful? Having the former King of Camelot, the King of Chaos kneeling before you, dedicating his every moment to you and your pleasure? You lucky girl. Anyone, man and woman, would kill to be in your place. And yet here you are. Sitting on my throne while I devour you. Over, and over, and over again." He kissed your stomach as he spoke, his lips whispering over the skin and causing your muscles to contract in anticipation. Your breaths were heavy as you looked down at the King below you, ready to serve your every need and give you everything you want and more.

Your legs shook as his finger started entering and exiting you slowly. In and out, in and out. Again and again. He continued that while his thumb drew tight figure eights on your clit.

His face lowered and he roughly and suddenly drew a harsh bite at your thigh. You gasped, a loud, surprised, aroused sound, as you felt both pain and pleasure from the act. He brought his lips down onto your clit again, licking a painfully slow lick from the small part of your entrance not occupied by his finger to the skin above your clit. 

“You’re so pretty, such a hard worker. Ruling over my kingdom with so much grace and elegance. You’re starting to make me look bad with how good you’re doing. And looking so delicious while you do.” You keeled against the seat as you heard him continue with the praise, whimpering when he said you were doing well. 

“My perfect queen. I think I’m the lucky one. Getting to have your precious, sweet, delicious cunt all for myself. Oh, and look how wet you are all because of me. You are absolutely divine.”

You clenched around his finger as he continued to shower you with compliments and praise. He smirked into your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing by the words he spoke. The way your face flushed, your walls clenched, your eyes closed, and your hands gripping into your palms gripped harder was a dead giveaway. 

“My pretty queen, you’re just too perfect. Pretty cunt tastes so sweet, I simply can’t get enough of you.” He groaned as your thighs tried to squeeze against the iron-tight grip of the stone hands and around his head. 

“Flawless.”

White, hot, searing pleasure overcame your body. The orgasm that had been approaching went completely ignored as all you could focus on was the praise coming out of your lover’s mouth as he hand-delivered more ecstasy than you could take on a silver platter. You shivered as the bliss ran through your blood and settled in your bones with a distant buzz. 

He watched you shiver as he slowed the pace of his fingers so they barely felt like they were moving. Pressing a light kiss to your clit, he let out a low chuckled against the bud when you jolted. 

“Arthur! Ah, please Arthur, ah, please. I can’t take anymore, it’s too much, ah, please.” He laughed as you begged and pleaded with all your being. Wrapping his entire mouth around your mound, he gave a large, wet, suck, and watched in amusement as you cried out that it was too much, as you pleaded for a break.

“But you deserve it, all your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by me nor by anyone around us. I’m just trying to give you a proper thank you. You do so much for me, the least I can do is please you. You’ll be good for me, won’t you? I only want to please you, darling. Just be good for me, I’ll make you feel so good. Won’t you be my good girl?” His mouth lifted off of you to look up at you, his expression like that of a kicked puppy. His look made you give in, and in your hazy state, you failed to see the twinkle of sadistic lust in his eyes, reveling in the way you shook and cried out at each stroke, each pump, each action he did. So little movement was needed at this point for you to feel unbelievably high on the tight pleasure that circled around in your gut, the feeling intensing with each touch. 

Your eyes had closed and your head fell back against the gold, your breathing uneven and heavy as you tried to focus on what he said. A sharp bit to the crevice of your thigh and hip made you yelp and look back at the king between your thighs. Purple eyes narrowed in command despite the sugary sweet, soft smile he sent you, a slight display of dominance that most wouldn’t see. “My darling,” he spoke with a tinge of demand hidden deep within the softness of his tone. “When I ask a question of you, I expect an answer. You want to be good for me right? You want to be my good girl?” A second finger slid past your folds into your entrance unexpectedly. He gave a quick hard thrust before stilling completely, waiting for your answer. 

“Yes! Yes I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be so good just… just please, oh gods, please.” You begged as he started moving his fingers inside of you, faster with each second that passed until all you could feel was euphoria, the utter state of elation as the coil in your core built up for the third time of the night. 

Arthur could tell you were getting close again by how much your walls were squeezing his fingers, making it more difficult to move. “Squeezing my fingers so tight, are you close my love?” 

“Ah, yes, yes so close,” Your moans came in higher pitches and more frequent as your release drew nearer. 

“Then cum. Cum for me your highness. Make a mess on my fingers and tongue. Spill your arousal on my throne. Every time I sit on this chair I’ll remember how I brought you to your release until you screamed my name,” His lips wrapped around your clitoris again as he locked eyes with you. “And that is exactly what I intend to do.” 

Your eyes widened before shutting tightly and your mouth fell open in a loud moan as both his tongue and fingers sped up, finding your g-spot on each thrust and making your body burst with euphoria once more. 

He rode you through your third orgasm before abruptly pulling away and your eyes snapped open at the shocking movement. Your breathing slowly started to calm down as you looked at him. He stood in front of you. Staring down at you with an almost anomalistically hungry look. He raised his eyes from where they racked over your body to stare into your eyes. Slowly bringing the hand he used to finger you to his lips, he sucked on his fingers and licked the evidence of your lust off, his eyes never leaving yours. The throbbing around your entrance had just stopped until he smirked and said, “You look ravishing, my dear.” 

A heartbeat after he spoke, his chaos power was activated again and the hands restricting your hands let go slowly, only for your bra to come flying off and your hands being locked above your head. A loud gasp escaped your lips before another one interrupted it as your thighs were quickly moved back and your feet landed on the edge of the throne, your pussy being put on full display for the King of Chaos as he continued to smirk. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, walked towards you and leaned towards you, his hands gripping the top of the throne to keep his balance. He brushed his lips against yours before a weight was placed on your head. He placed a light kiss on your lips before leaning back and taking another moment to admire you. 

“You look radiant with my crown resting on your head, your highness.” He sunk to his knees again and your cunt clenched around nothing. 

This, he noticed.

His tongue licked a long stripe across your folds before swirling around your clit for a moment. As soon as you started to think he was going to bring you to another orgasm through clitoral stimulation only, he stuck his tongue right into your hole. You let out a mix between a yelp and a moan and felt him reach parts deeper than even his fingers had. Your head was too muddled with the feelings he was giving you to realize he was using his chaos magic on his tongue. Even if you had realized, you would have just been more aroused by the fact. With the constant feeling of his tongue against the spongey spot inside of you and his nose brushing against your clit with every thrust, your release didn’t take long to arrive. The crown shaking around on your head almost fell off with how much your body was shaking. Just as your high came down, your legs were brought over Arthur’s shoulders, the cold stone hands no longer restricting them. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he buried his face into your cunt with vigorous sucks and licks, anything to bring you to another exhilarating release. 

“Come on, darling. You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more. Give it to me. Give me just. One. More.” His voice was rough as he spoke into you, vibrations sending you to cloud nine as you reached your final orgasm of the night. 

Giving a few slow laps at your entrance, feeling you twitch and hearing you whine and whimper at each one, he lifted his head from you. Your legs fell limply from his shoulders and the hands restricting your wrists released you. 

Looking down at him, his eyes held nothing but admiration and care as he looked back at you. You gently, with a bit of struggle while still being in a post-orgasm haze, lifted your palm to wrap it around his cheek. You rubbed your thumb along his chin, whipping what had collected there onto your thumb before tapping Arthur’s bottom lip. His eyes widened in surprise and a tinge of returning lust as he opened his mouth for your thumb to slip past. He licked and sucked at the finger as you admired him. 

When you slipped your thumb from his lips, they turned up into a soft smile as he reached forward and wrapped you up in his arms. Wrapping a cape around you, he lifted you and walked through the castle up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. Wetting a towel, he dragged the cloth across your body, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated throughout the night before leading the cloth to your, still-sensitive, entrance and cleaning it. He shushed you as you whimpered. Once he finished, he wrapped you in your softest nightgown and laid you down in bed, pulling you close as you lay with your back pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck. 

And they all lived happily ever fucking after.

The end mfer

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

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

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

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

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

FIRST PART FOR CONTEXT

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

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

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

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

It took a toll on both of them.

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

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

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

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

and it was something else that changed him...

The chaos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but you can't find anything useful.

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

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

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

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

without knowing that that was precisely what Arthur wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you being taken to Camelot by a knight named IronSide.

damn.

change of plans.

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

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

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

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

It was at that moment that Megagaland attacked.

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

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

Ironside...

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

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

You are finally back with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-"welcome home, my queen"-

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

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

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𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕻𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Four Knights of the Apocalypse

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, sangue, rapimento, abuso di potere, ossessione, prigionia, giochi mentali 

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 3576

Non credeva fosse possibile cambiare così tanto.

Questo era quello che pensava (nome), chiusa nella sua stanza con Arthur seduto davanti al camino aspettandosi forse una specie di spiegazione da parte sua. Ma ancora era scomparsa per 16 anni, chissà cosa sarà successo e cosa l’avrà cambiato, anche se in realtà non lo voleva davvero saperlo. Non quando ha ritenuto opportuno e di suo diritto, mandare diversi cavalieri a riprenderla con la forza e a portarla da lui.

Si sentiva alquanto inquietata e sospettosa sul modo rapido con cui l’hanno trovata. Solo 1 giorno di ricerche e Camelot era a 1 mese di distanza a piedi, contando che non avrebbero potuto sapere dove era, questo era decisamente sospettoso. Ma l’unica cosa che potevi distinguere oltre al terrore e al disgusto, era la delusione. Lui le aveva sempre detto che l’amore significava in qualche modo lasciare andare le persone affinché fossero felici, almeno prima di partire ti disse questo e forse eri diventata più romantica di quanto lo fossi a suo tempo.

Nessuno sguardo caldo e dolce che racchiude sempre un po’ della sua infantilità, nessuna considerazione allegra sulla crescita che la giovane di Camelot poteva aver dimostrato in 16 anni. Solo quello sguardo pieno di malvagia soddisfazione nel vederla difficoltà ed fuori luogo.

Questo non era decisamente amore.

❝ Dove sei stata in questi 16 anni? ❞La sua voce attraversò le silenziose mura della stanza, provocando un nodo di brividi lungo tutto il corpo di Lady (nome). Cosa poteva dire? Era attualmente imprevedibile. Mentire era rischioso, chissà cosa le avrebbe fatto se l’avesse scoperto e la verità era troppo complessa da spiegare, anche se avvolte (nome) si convinceva che non esisteva una spiegazione. ❝ In giro.❞ Forse lui avrebbe potuto anche rammentare come la sua amata non fosse mai stata una persona che amava le lunghe spiegazioni . Dalla sua espressione sembra ricordarlo ora.

Un sorriso più profondo unito al divertimento gli balló nelle iridi e sulle belle labbra. Distolse comodamente lo sguardo dalla figura tesa come corde di violino, per portarlo sulle fiamme del camino. Una volta , (Nome) avrebbe giurato che il riflesso del focolare nelle sue iridi, avrebbe in qualche modo dovuto portarle una sorta di calore e conforto, ma questo non avvenne. Forse era troppo cresciuta per definirsi ancora una immatura sognatrice, che non avrebbe mai capito la differenza tra affetto e ossessione, ma ora lo era. Lady (Nome) é abbastanza grande da capirlo, e semplicemente il nodo allo stomaco era l’ennesima tra le conferme. Doveva andarsene.

La ragazza si guardò attorno il più discretamente possibile, cercando di non far trapelare intenzioni che non avesse già esposto prima. Niente era davvero passato sotto i suoi occhi, che potesse esserle di aiuto. ❝ Sei molta carina così.❞ Si era distratta, o forse era meglio dormire che si era concentrata troppo; e non aveva notato che ora la stesse guardando. Lo sguardo era cambiato, come decine di volte in quell’ultima ora di imbarazzanti discorsi a senso unico.

In cui dalle labbra sottili di Lady (Nome) uscivano solo brevi frasi per accontentarlo. Era qualcosa di dolce e malinconico, come se si volesse scusare di cosa le aveva fatto, ma non si è lasciata ingannare. (Nome) abbassò lo sguardo verso la veste color cipria e non disse nulla. Prima che lui potesse venirla a vedere di persona, Alla giovane di Camelot era stato fatto un bagno, vestita, ed infine acconciata. Forse questa era una tradizione utilizzata a Camelot, tuttavia lei nata e cresciuta a Camelot e poteva vantarsi di conoscere abbastanza Arthur, almeno così aveva sempre creduto. Era tutto un trucco per metterla a disagio.

Un vestito rivelatore, che la metteva in mostra agli occhi del re, nessun segreto, segno o pensiero poteva essergli nascosto. I capelli acconciati abbastanza stretti da rendere difficile il corretto scorrere del sangue. Il forte profumo di incenso e fiori gelsomino era lo stesso che aveva odorato all’entrata di Arthur. Infine quei pesanti ornamenti legavano come un collare attorno al suo delicato collo, al pari di un animale al guinzaglio.

❝ Grazie… immagino sia opera tua.❞ Era stata scortese? Lo sperava sinceramente . Si è impegnata a mettere tutto il disdegno e il rancore possibile nella sua voce e sperava davvero che lo notasse. O prima o poi l’avrebbe fatto. Ma ancora sembrava velatamente farlo, dato che rise sommessamente alle sue parole. ❝ Perspicace come sempre, (nome). e questa situazione ti deve mettere così alle strette da renderti nervosa.❞ Non mosse un muscolo.

Non era come se lo stesse nascondendo in effetti, ma questo non voleva dire che lui potesse sottolinearlo. Era palese che quella situazione non le piacesse e il fatto che lui l’avesse detto non l’avrebbe dicerto cambiato, ovviamente. ❝ Non mi sembra di averlo mai nascosto.❞ Aveva risposto schietta e scortese, solo dopo un attimo di silenzio. Lui non parlò allora lo hai fatto tu, ma non sembrava turbato dalla tua impertinenza.

❝ Devo dire che sei cambiata molto in questi 16 anni.❞ Aveva premuto di nuovo il dito sulla ferita, forse il Re di Camelot voleva farla sentire in qualche modo in colpa. Non che ci fosse riuscito un granchè, e non avrebbe certo finto il contrario. Aveva continuato a divagare ancora in discorsi sul passato e sul tempo in cui era stata via. A volte erano domande retoriche che avrebbero dovuto farla sentire in colpa ma che non lo hanno fatto e altre volte invece erano innocenti ricordi che lei aveva deciso di dimenticare per tutto il tempo dell’incontro.

Anche se ad un certo punto aveva smesso ascoltarlo in verità, concentrandosi su una via di fuga. La sua presenza di Arthur era quello che più le rendeva difficile farlo, era ovvio non le avrebbe permesso di fuggire così tranquillamente, quindi doveva distrarlo.

Solo allora i suoi occhi caddero sul set da the in ceramica, che era posato su un tavolino in mezzo a loro. Strano, Lady (Nome) non ricordava che fossero mai stati là, e non deve essere da molto. La bevanda ambrata all’interno della tazzina fumava ancora intensamente, quindi era relativamente da poco tempo che è stata versa. Tuttavia non aveva visto nessuno entrare. Un’idea balenò nella sua confusa mente, forse non la migliore delle soluzioni che avrebbe potuto pensare per risolvere un problema, ma rimaneva l’unica idea che le era venuta in mente.

Con lenti movimenti si mossé lentamente e con eleganza, prendendo il manico sottile della tazzina e per poi lanciare il contenuto sul volto del Re. Grugnì piegandosi su se stesso cercando di alleviare almeno in parte il suo bruciore. La ragazza ne approfittó per correre verso la porta di uscita. Voleva andarsene il prima possibile.

(Nome) allungò la mano per afferrare la maniglia che però scomparve. Rimase pietrificata, come era possibile? Merlin non era presente e Arthur gli aveva chiesto di andarsene e di non intervenire in alcun modo. Quindi come era possibile? Cercò di spingere la porta nella vana speranza che si potesse aprire, ma non funziona. Lady (Nome) inizió a colpire ripetutamente il legno della porta con le mani strette in pugni. Era ovvio che non si sarebbe aperta, non aveva mai avuto un grande forza fisica, e solo ora poteva rammaricarsi con te stessa per non aver cambiato la cosa prima. I colpi, man mano che passa il tempo, si trasformarono in graffi. Neppure questo era di aiuto e osava dire fosse anche più doloroso per le sue mani. Le unghie raschiavano insistentemente il legno fino a consumarsi. Era doloroso ma non si é fermata nemmeno quando le sue ginocchia sono crollate a terra e il suo respiro divenne affannoso oscurando a poco a poco la sua vista. Per quanto (Nome) cercarse di tenere aperti gli occhi era tutto inutile. Si sentiva stanca e affannata, quando poi le mani di Arthur fermarono le sue era stato ancora più difficile, non caderci definitivamente. Alla fine lo hai fatto.

❝ Stai tranquilla (nome), passerà molto presto.❞ Non voleva sapere cosa intendesse, e scivolò nell’oscurità.

Quando si svegliò, tutto era al suo posto tranne lei stessa. Il fuoco era ancora acceso e le poltrone erano rimaste lì, non erano state spostate. La porta era ancora chiusa e Arthur non era più lì. Un sospiro di sollievo lasció le labbra della giovane ricercatrice, era ovvio che non fosse un sogno. Tutto questo guardando le mani, prive di qualsiasi segno. Le sue unghie erano perfette, curate e dipinte di un tenue colore rosato. Identiche a come lo erano quando le domestiche le avevano curate per lei dopo il bagno. La porta non portava segni dei suoi graffi che era sicura di aver lasciato e la maniglia c’era. Era frustrante non sapere cosa stesse succedendo.

Questo posto avrebbe dovuto portare un calore famigliare e ricordi felici, ma non lo fece. Arthur avrebbe dovuto scherzarci sopra con dolci e innocenti battute. Questo posto non le ricorda niente di così piacevole come la sua infanzia e Arthur era visibilmente cambiato, in peggio ovviamente.

L’unica cosa positiva, che in questo momento poteva trovare era che Arthur non c’era. Sarebbe stato stupido da parte su non approfittarne per guardare meglio l'ambiente e cercare una via di fuga.

(Nome) ha spostato le coperte che avvolgevano il tuo corpo.

Nonostante il torpore dei sensi e la vestaglia leggera che indossava che non apportava molto calore. Il movimento alzò per l'ennesima volta un forte odore, però questa volta diverso. Sembrava un profumo che avrebbe usato un uomo e che sarebbe rimasto impresso sulla sua amata dopo aver passato del tempo con lui. Solo che in tutto questo, (Nome) non era la sua amata e non voleva passare del tempo con lui.

La giovane di Camelot raccolse velocemente una giacca trovata appoggiata sul bracciolo di una delle poltrone e la indossò. Era sua, lo sapeva eppure quella vestaglia era troppo rivelatrice e trasparente per non provare freddo nonostante il fuoco acceso. Raggiunse una delle grandi finestre coperte da pesanti tende per impedire alla luce di entrare, forse per lasciarla riposare. Guardando attraverso la superficie poteva dire con certezza che sarebbe stato impossibile fuggire da qualsiasi finestra di quella stanza.

Non era al pari di una di quelle principesse rinchiuse su una torre, ma comunque la torre é abbastanza in alto da assicurarti una morte rapida, non appena avrebbe toccato il suolo. Forse l’ennesima misura di sicurezza per impedirle di poter scappare, anche se pensavi fosse improbabile. Dalle fattezze e la grandiosità della stanza (Nome) poteva chiaramente dire che era quella dove Arthur dormiva, rendendo l’altezza casualmente strategica. Se davvero avessero temuto per questo, Merlin avrebbe avuto di sicuro qualche incantesimo per risolvere la cosa.

Scosse il capo, non era davvero tempo per pensieri tanto aggrovigliati. Presto sarebbe tornato alla riscossa con qualche altra conversazione, e lei avrebbe trovato un modo per tirarla a suo vantaggio.

Era dura non trovare un qualsiasi motivo per scagliarsi contro di lui. Per questo aveva iniziato a evitarlo e la cosa era risultata più semplice da quando le era stato permesso di aggirarsi liberamente all’interno dei confini castello. Era quasi divertente, poteva quasi definirlo come un gioco se non fosse che perdere, non significa effettivamente perdere qualcosa, ma avere a che fare con colui che più temeva attualmente.

Questo però non lo ha fermato dal trovarla veramente quando voleva assolutamente vederla.

Quel castello non era normale. Non era un classico con torri e muri antiche. No.

O almeno, questi c’erano, ma non erano nel posto in cui dovrebbero essere. Torri e muro o semplici mattoni separati tra loro erano fermi nello spazio a mezz’aria. Senza fili o pilastri che potessero reggerli. Alberi e piante contorti o spezzati, si dividevano in forme mostruose, altri si alzavano in altezza con rami maestosi. No fiori, no frutti, no foglie. Niente di questi essere sembrava avere vita propria o ancora sembrano non avercela proprio una via.

Camelot era un'ombra assurda e oscura di quello che era stato una volta, e di quello che Lady (Nome) poteva ricordare così teneramente.

Ricorda ancora l’amaro stupore e il disgusto, quando l’ha portato fuori dal castello del re, sospeso su tutto quell’orribile spettacolo. La sua amata città natale sembrava un'accozzaglia di pattume ammassato dove lui governava con orgoglio.

(Nome) ricordò le lacrime che hanno minacciato di uscire e la disperazione mista a disgusto, ma non era arrivata ancora così in basso da concedergli le sue lacrime. Ma gli aveva gridato contro, nessuno ti avrebbe potuta trattenere dall’odiarlo apertamente. Era la cosa ti riusciva meglio in questo periodo è ne andavi fiere. Tutti i cavalieri presenti si erano fermati dalla propria marcia per guardare la favorita del Re di Camelot e temere pietosamente per la sua vita.

Lo aveva preso per il bavaglio e aveva continuato ad interrogarlo su questo.

Non ha detto niente.

Assolutamente niente riguardo a questo. Solo che lei avrebbe prima o poi capito che era anche per il suo bene.

Lady (Nome) decise segretamente a se stessa che lo avrebbe fermato. I loro occhi si scontrarono, mentre se lo sei promise e lui guardava solo con soddisfazione quello spettacolo straziante che ballava e vorticava mele iraconde iridi della sua amata. Conservava ancora quel fuoco che poteva ricordare e Arthur ne fu soddisfatto

(Nome) era sicura che il primo passo fosse capire quale assurda magia o maledizione lo affligge. Non ne sapeva molto di questo genere di cose, nessuno lì era disposto a darle più informazioni di quelle che aveva già. Ricordava amorevolmente che da qualche parte ci fosse una libreria. Almeno una volta c’era, ora non lo sapeva più. Annesso che potesse esserci dentro a quel chaos che era camelot e il suo castello.

Velocemente Lady (Nome) apprese che non sarebbe stato facile muoversi per quei luoghi. Le sale intricate e i corridoi infiniti portano a posti che non ricordava o che semplicemente non c’erano mai stati. Ogni ‘porta’ che attraversava portava a qualche punto diverso del castello e la maggior parte delle volte cambiava ogni giorno. La stessa porta non portava mai allo stesso luogo due volte consecutive.

Questo l’ha destabilizzato. Non sapere quale porta, con il quale una volta avrebbe familiarizzato, l’avrebbe portata nel posto che desiderava e sapeva ci fosse dietro, è in assoluto il modo più destabilizzante di torturarla. Annesso che Arthur la consideri una tortura. Anche gli alberi sono porte, o meglio dire portali, ognuno aveva il proprio incantesimo. Ma (Nome) non era una maga e di conseguenza non possedeva magia.

Solo qualche volta é riuscita a trovare la biblioteca, e il suo orgoglio si sarebbe comunque infranto l'istante successivo in cui Arthur ha sorpassato la stessa porta da cui era entrata ma che sospettava non fosse la stessa da cui era arrivata.

Non ha ricevuto nemmeno la possibilità di aprire un libro, nemmeno una di quelle due volte che era stata lì.

Astutamente, ha cercato un modo di dare un senso a questo posto, segnando su un taccuino quali porte portava in quali luoghi.

Ma era tutto inutile. Ogni giorno cambiava e non c’era un ciclo regolare con cui si sarebbe ripetuta quella sequenza di stanze.

Per questo era qui. Passando scale alla cieca e aprendo porte in vana speranza di un qualcosa. Forse lui poteva comandare anche questo susseguirsi di porte e stanze sempre diverse. Dargli un senso allora sarebbe inutile in ogni caso.

(Nome) incimpò sul tuo vestito ma non cade, è riuscita ad appoggiarsi al muro in tempo. Se si potesse chiamare ancora così ovviamente.

❝ TU non dovresti essere qua. ❞ Il suo viso si alzato alla frase sibilata con stupore. Un qualcuno che assomigliava ad una bambina decisamente graziosa e delicata per un posto come questo, era davanti a te. Voleva pensare che non fosse un posto per lei ma qui niente aveva davvero un senso.

Sembrava conoscerla visto la casualità con cui si è riferita a (Nome), tuttavia era sicura di non conoscerla.

Presupponendo fosse di Camelot era da sedici anni che non ci metteva piede, e lei non sembrava aver più di 10 anni ad occhi. Ma poteva sbagliarsi, é incredibilmente facile farlo in questo luogo. Invece se non fosse stata di Camelot non poteva dire con certezza dove si potessero essere incontrate prima.

❝ Ehm… Ciao piccola… ci conosciamo per caso? ❞ I suoi occhi sembravano stupiti di quanto le parole di (Nome) potessero essere delicate nei suoi confronti. La’ espressione della bambina le diceva questo ma ora come ora (Nome) non era sicura. Aveva un comportamento davvero strano.

❝No…❞ Prese una piccola pausa. Un piccolo respiro. Il tempo sembrava quasi scorrere più lentamente mentre la (colore) aspetta pazientemente che continuasse. ❝ Tu non mi conosci e non ci siamo mai incontrate prima. Ma io ti conosco. ❞ Ci capiva ancora meno ad essere sincera.

❝Non riesco a capire… ❞ Ha allungato una mano, piccola e minuta, adatta alla bambina che era. ❝ Non temere, avevo previsto un nostro incontro… ti spiegherò tutto.❞

Guinevere, questo è il nome della bambina, le ha spiegato tutto sul serio. Ogni cosa. Alcune cose erano vaghe altre decisamente dettagliate.

Da quello che (Nome) poteva supporre con il suo livello di compressione, la bambina poteva essere paragonata ad una qualche sorta veggente, anche se non era proprio così. Kaleidoscope. Si era riferita così in merito alla sua capacità.

Le ha spiegato che aveva previsto che loro si sarebbero incontrate. Non sapeva come, quando e dove ma lo aveva visto. Anche se non aveva mai pensato fosse in questo genere di situazione.

Poi le ha parlato di quello che è successo nei suoi più di 16 anni di lontananza da Camelot. Della guerra santa e del Chaos. Le ha rivelato i piani di Arthur, le ha rassicurato che tutto prima o poi sarebbe finito. Ma non aveva previsto il ritorno della stessa (Nome) - o rapimento -. Le ha spiegato in quale modo questi poteri funzionavano e come li controllava Arthur. Le ha rivelato il motivo per cui lei si trovata qua, e che Lady (Nome) non faceva parte del piano di Arthur. Era solo un capriccio che avrebbe tenuto per sé.

È stato straziante per molti versi ascoltarla e poteva quasi crollare su se stessa. Provò un minimo pietà per Arthur, ma non ha smesso comunque di odiarlo per quello che ha fatto.

❝ Cosa posso fare per fermarlo? ❞ Lady (Nome) giocó inconsciamente con le sue stesse dita, cercando di diminuire la tensione. I suoi occhi grandi la guardavano quasi sorpresa. (Nome) era palesemente impotente, lo sapeva già da sola ed era certa lo sapesse anche Guinevere. ❝ Niente... ❞ Stranamente non riuscì a sentire la delusione da questa affermazione pesare sullo stomaco. Si sentiva come una specie di principessa da salvare, anche se non era una principessa e non si vedeva nemmeno come tale.

❝ … dobbiamo aspettare. Ma ne usciremo di qui.❞ Ha giocato con le sue mani ancora, avvolte prendendo anche l’abito soffice insieme.

❝ E se le cose cambiassero…? ❞ Guinevere sbatté gli occhi con un'espressione accigliata. ❝ Hai detto che il fato non può essere modifica o ci saranno gravi conseguenze… ma se lui riuscisse ad evitare tutte le conseguenze…❞

(Nome) è una persona molto negativa e paranoica per natura, anche se la bambina non lo aveva visto questo, lo ha intuito. Ogni domanda che aveva posto durante la loro chiacchierata era qualcosa di assolutamente catastrofico.

❝ Delle conseguenza ci sono sempre… e lui le affronterà se decidesse di proseguire per questa stra-❞ ❝ Quali conseguenze? ❞

Una voce allegra, quasi al limite del fastidioso arrivó da dietro. Successivamente (Nome) venne avvolta da due braccia, rimase rigida anche quando appoggia il mento sulla spalle e le parlò. Un sussurro basso, ma non troppo, tanto che anche Guinevere lo aveva sentito. ❝La mia signora sta forse complottando contro di me? ❞

Il fianco le mancò o forse lo stava solo trattenendo, come se avesse qualcosa da nascondere. Ma ancora Lady (Nome) non aveva capacità, poteri o abilità straordinarie per poter essere utilizzata per i suoi scopi, era più un capriccio che si era concesso nei suoi piani.

Qualcosa dal passato che non era riuscito ancora ad abbandonare del tutto, nonostante fosse stato lui a permetterle di andarsene in primo luogo.

❝ Avrei qualche possibilità forse? ❞ Era retorica la domanda, con unica risposta. No. Ma lui sembrava quasi divertito. ❝No, mia cara… ❞ disse e poi si allontanò, andando a sedere in una poltrona che non ricordava fosse lì - o forse non c’era mai stata -. Congiunge le mani mentre i suoi gomiti sono appuntati sui bracciolo. ❝ Ma guarda qui… potremmo quasi sembrare una famiglia… ❞ Il primo sguardo fu rivolto a (Nome), con note amorevoli parlò ❝… la madre ❞ si voltò su Guinevere induro lo sguardo. ❝… e la figlia irrispettosa. ❞ Sapeva che le aveva raccontato tutto, non che avesse dubbi. Poi si voltò di nuovo verso la ragazza di cui era ancora innamorato, tornando calmo e rilassato. ❝ O ma giusto! Lei non è nostra figlia… Ma potrebbe essere un buon spunto.❞

Mai! Le guance della (colore) si tinsero e mentre le sue mani strinsero il tessuto già arricciato della gonna. ❝Toglitelo dalla testa, non accadrà mai!❞ Canticchia sommessamente. ❝ Non dare fretta al tempo (nome). C’è un tempo e un luogo per tutto. Quando saremo pronti accadrà senza che nemmeno te ne accorgerai…. ❞ Appoggia il viso al palmo della mano e avrebbe voluto spaccargli la faccia.

❝ …abbiamo tutto il tempo che vuoi. ❞

[arcturusqww]

King’s orders.

Arthur pendragon x reader

Warning: Smut, orgasm denial, powerplay(?), hair pulling, pet names(whore, love etc), rough sex, spanking, slapping, Arthur being a little mean.

Info: Arthur has both arms in this.

“A-ah! A-arthur!” Your whimper was muffled against the pillow. Arthur’s right hand on your hair pushed your face further into the soft, white surface. His grip was gently firm. “Too loud, baby. You don’t want the whole castle to hear your dirty sounds, do you?” He said the last part with a particular sloppy and hard thrust making you bite down on the pillow to quiet yourself. His hard cock deep in your cunny, resting for the time being.

“Sorry..” You mumbled while lightly grinding your butt against his crotch, wanting to continue. Not without his permission though. Arthur landed a small smack on your left cheek. Not too harsh, not too light. It was enough to make you stop immediately.“Patience, love. Patience.” He let out a small chuckle when he saw you looking back at him over your shoulder, your teeth nibbling down on your lower lip with cheeks red from being flushed against the pillow. You looked cute, but the king had authority.

He moved his fingers tighter around your hair, pulling it back and making you face forward. “You just had to be a bad girl. Aren’t you supposed to follow your king’s orders, love? Aren’t i so nice to you? Why don’t you return the favor by being a good girl?” He sighed, “I guess you need a lesson. Don’t you agree?” he asked, giving your hair a gentle tug while his other had smacked your left cheek again, this time on your butt and slightly harder than the last time. “..yes Arthur..” He took note of your submissive tone, proudly letting go of your hair and grabbing your hips tightly with his both hands. He moved his own hips away, his cock moving halfway out before he quickly slammed back, not going as slow as before. After a few deep thrusts, he picks up the pace, violently slamming into your poor, wet cunny.

The sound of skin slapping against each other and wet slicks of your cunt echoed, accompanying Arthur’s low grunts and your muffled noises. Your face was completely pressed against the pillow, arms hugging around it. Your nails were scratching and gripping the pillow.

Your walls were clenching more around his cock and milking it. Arthur let out a small moan. You could feel his cock twitching and bulging, making it know that he was close. His left hand clasped your hips tighter while his other hand went to your clit, sneaking around your belly to down. He played messily, rubbing and bumping his middle finger against it. He knew you were close as well. It was a struggle to keep your noises down even with a small part of the pillow in your mouth, but you had to unless you’d like to take the risk to anger the already stressed king.

“Gonna fill you up, love, hm? Gonna paint your insides white, you like that? ‘f course you do, whore.” With that his violet eyes roll back and a loud groan is heard, thick strings of cum filling your pussy to brim. A knot is formed in your stomach and your legs start to shake. Your walls clench tighter and milking every last drop of his sticky cum. The fingers at your cilt edging and encouraging you before all the movements suddenly stopped.

Arthur pulls his cock out of your pussy, thin strings of cum connecting your pussy and his pink tip. His hand also follows his body. You were left unsatisfied as you look over your shoulder, lifting your head up from the pillow. You knew better than to try to get off on your own.

“That’s what you get when you don’t just follow orders. Happy with yourself?” He was openly mocking you, before just giggling gently and tapping your butt. “I have a meeting, love. We’ll continue after.” He just smiles at the disappointment in your face and bends over.

“Be a good girl ‘till i’m back.” With that, he presses a small kiss to your pouty lips before just standing back up and walking out. Using his chaos powers to make his usual clothes appear around his body. Leaving you in the bed, now sat up. Watching behind him with a unsatisfied expression and needy for more. But, if you really want more, you’ll behave, king’s orders.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello I don’t really know if this is where I have to request or if your requests are open if there not I’m sorry and you can ignore this but if they aren’t I was wondering if you could make a Tristan Liones x reader who is Arthur Pendragon daughter so it’s like an enemy’s to lovers again I’m really sorry if this isn’t the right place to request or if your request are closed I’ve never done this before

Still (Wakes The Deep)

No worries darling! Thank you for the request, I tried my best to fulfill the vision lol. It kinda looks one-sided enemy wise though, my apologies, I don't have much experience with the enemies to lovers trope.

You were the daughter of Arthur Pendragon, one of which next to no one knows about your existence in order to maintain the visibility of your safety. It was a sure-fire way that your father could keep an eye on you, sure, he could simply gaze through the Orlandi’s eye — but it was much easier. Having alleviated his anxieties of his abilities to protect you, his dearest daughter. But once before, you had snuck out of Camelot, you weren’t sure about everything. Your father’s idealizations, the hunt for the four knights of apocalypse and even the legendary seven sins themselves. 

“Oh, crap–” You let out an audible groan as you held your right leg, having felt a sharp and stinging pain shoot through the side of your achilles. Every movement you made was a herculean effort, you weren’t particularly gifted with pure speed and strength compared to your father, but there was one sure thing you had inherited from the king of chaos. 

It was pure spite and hope. 

Which had allowed you to move on forward without much trouble despite the occasional winded breath and exhausted muscles, in each and every group. 

The land of greenery had stretched out across from you, you let out a gasp of awe as you admired the livelihood that the land held. The land of Britanna, you had never much understood your father’s chagrin for the other races, you thought it was nice that everyone had worked together to create a truly working ecosystem, kingdoms and even towns. 

You had even heard that interracial marriages are accepted now, which you thought was also very nice. 

Almost everything is, if all the war and combat are ignored. Then you truly enjoy the life of which you live, if not for you having been born to your father; Arthur. 

You watched every step you took, seeing the deer, wildebeests, birds and even a fairy go by. In no way shape or form had you been imprisoned in all 16 years of your life, yet due to restraints settled by your father’s impatience and due diligence towards you, you had rarely sought out the outside — well beyond what you know is the falseness of Camelot. You had heard whispers eight years back that the real Camelot had been destroyed by devastation, you held great sympathies, but you had wondered many times why he’d not gone to rebuild the kingdom, and achieve the dream he yearned for without endangering the lives of others. 

Well, it wasn’t any of your business to question anyway. 

When the knowledge of your existence occurred as a revelation, it left about everyone in Liones worried. Lest everyone who knew about the four knights and the battle against Camelot, Tristan most of all, he knows he should give a benefit of a doubt, and give people a chance without engaging in combat first. But this was the you, the daughter of Arthur Pendragon, simply just leaving it be wouldn't do. You could become a major problem as well if you decided to follow in the footsteps of your father, which wouldn't do well for anyone in Britannia.

He wondered many times over how he should go about things should he ever cross paths with you, thousands of ideas, simulations, and scenarios. None of them came to fruition as the perfect thing to be prepared for, as he would want to be prepared for any and all scenario. But all he could see was knowing how horrible you simply may turn out to be first meet, Tristan knows that may sound wrong, yet it was the predetermined premonitions that you are no good.

It was on the one day he was off-duty, and crossed paths with you purely by accident. Tristan was immediately weary of you, sensing your chaotic power beneath your birth-given one. Though it was rather odd, you didn't have any ill-will against any other races of residents bustling amongst the streets of Liones.

It was as if you just wanted to be blending in, a civilian of Liones as well.

The nephlilim still couldn't bring himself to trust you just yet, you needed to be far better than just words alone. There was rather something about you that still made him quite weary of your words and movements.

So he just merely played along, and showed you around. Mostly showing you places of least importance and least civilian residents in the areas, there was no telling of which you were possibly planning. He wanted to make sure that he minimized your map of the kingdom and played restraint on your movements.

You could clearly see what the prince was doing, so you had put on an innocent demeanor. Staggering along the way, occasionally throwing in a few harmless questions here and there. And not even once or twice, could you understand that Tristan had not caught on to your second layer of masking. You had played the part well so far; considering you had somewhat tricked the prince into showing you further on the map of Liones, which is exactly what you wanted.

After the last few places you had been shown to, you had stopped yourself and Tristan. Letting him know you appreciated his willingness and kindness to show you around the whole of the places, he offered his welcome in return, and you simply walked off after you finally finished the interaction.

"That was insane." You muttered to yourself as you held your wrist, twisting it somewhat as a small shiver crawled down your spine as you weaved your way through the bustling crowed of civilians.

The power emanating from the prince of Liones was intense, massive even. Even for someone comparable of your strength, there was no way you would've been able to walk away from the fight if it had ever happened right then and there. He was rather terrifying at first glance for a Knight of Apocalypse, there was no doubt about it.

If you remembered correctly, the prince is about the same age you were. Which had meant there was still more to learn for him, more growth and training. The thought of it had left you to wonder how truly powerful he'll be as a full grown adult, quite the intense feeling of Déjà rêvé you had felt.

[somanyfandomsdang]

The Guide

BBCMerlin x Various! Reader

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy and a young girl. Their name: Merlin and Y/n

Prophecy has it that a young Prince who will come to be known as Prince Arthur will one day unite Albion with the help of Emrys the most powerful sorcerer and his wife, Vodic, also known as the guide will help Camelot reach this wish

Word Count: 5.2k

Chapter 1

Merlin and Y/n enters Camelot, Marlin had made Y/n held on to his sleeve as they traveled to make sure she won't get lost. As the arrived they were greeted by King Uther who was addressing a crowd from the balcony in the Square.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all." He declares looking down at the people "This man, Thomas James Collins, is adjudged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic." At the word magic you and Merlin met eyes, a worried sigh leaving your lips "And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass." Your jaw opened up in shock as Uther raises his arm, then lowers it as a signal to the executioner. Merlin moved quickly placing his hand over your eyes a Thomas Collins is beheaded. You can hear the audible gasp of the people, you whined, pulling Merlin's hand off and out of your face to see what happens next

"When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, but with the people's help magic was driven from the realm." You narrowed your gaze to the King not liking the words that left his mouth "So I declare a festival to celebrate twenty years since the Great Dragon was captured and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery. Let the celebrations begin."

"There is only one evil in this land, and it is not magic! It is you!" One woman angrily declares pointing at the king "With your hatred and your ignorance! You took my son! And I promise you, before these celebrations are over, you will share my tears. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a son for a son."

Uther glares at the woman "Seize her!" He commands

You and Merlin watch as her figure disappears

You let go of Merlin's sleeve to raise your head as if that will help you find the woman "I think she's planning to kill the Prince"

Merlin looked at you "Well, it doesn't seem to be our business now, does it?" He answers and places your hand back on his sleeve "Let's go"

Merlin and you enter the palace and addresses a guard, after you dragged him in that direction "Where would I find Gaius, the- the court physician?"

Guard points and you bowed in respect. Merlin tugs on your arm as he walks up the steps and knocks on the open door to the physician's quarters and peeks inside.

"Hello?" You called out and dragged Merlin inside "Hello Gaius?"

Gaius trips over backwards from the bookshelf stairs and the railing breaks. Merlin and I worked quickly, our eyes glowed, Merlin slows down time while I used magic to move a bed under Gaius before he hits the floor

"What did you just do?" he raises his voice at our doing

"Erm," Merlin began

"Tell me!" Gaius yells and walks towards making Merlin pull you to hide behind him

"I- I- I have no idea what happened." Merlin stuttered

"If anyone had seen that..." Gaius trails off

"No!" You quickly answered pushing Merlin away from you "That- that was, that was nothing to do with us."

"I know what it was!" He yelled again "I just want to know where you both learned how to do it!"

"Nowhere." You answered

"So how is it you both know magic?"

"We don't." You answered side eyeing Merlin

"Where did you study?" He asks, looking at us waiting for someone to answer, only to recieve no reply "Answer me!"

Merlin grabbed your arm "I've never studied magic or, or been taught." he answers "And neither was she"

"Are you lying to me?" He asks skeptical

"What do you want me to say?" Merlin asks pulling you close to him

"The truth!"

"We was born like this!" You yelled back and Merlin looked behind him to look at you "We were born like this" You said softly

"That's impossible!" He says and eyes both you and Merlin "Who are you?"

"Oh, um" You looked at Merlin who quickly takes off his back to dig through it

"We have this letter" Merlin shows him

"I don't have my glasses." Gaius notes as he looks for them

"I'm Merlin." He introduces himself "And this is Y/n"

"Hunith's son?" He recalls

"Yes!" Merlin quickly agrees

"But you're not meant to be here till Wednesday!"

"It is Wednesday." He murmurs, You pursed your lips in order to not laugh at Merlin's comment

"Ah, right then. You better put your bags in there." he motions to one side of the room

"You won't say anything about, " You asked motioning to the bed you placed to break his fault

"No." He assures "Although, perhaps, I should say thank you."

"Merlin..." Someone calls out as you and Merlin slept making Merlin flinch "Y/n..." the same voice calls you and you sat up from you resting position on the bed, you grabbed your pillow and slammed it against Merlin's legs making him bolt up

"Merlin," You raised your eyebrows as he glares at you "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" He asks angrily "I was to busy being bludgeoned by a pillow"

"Shut up Merlin!" You raised your voice and the feeling of the whisper disappeared and he looks at you  as if you grew another head "I swear I really heard something"

"I got you water. You didn't wash last night." Just then Gaius walks in and hands the water to Merlin"

"Sorry." He says softly and starts standing up

"Help yourselves to breakfast." We nod at Gaius's words and I quickly walked out to sit on a table followed by Merlin

Gaius stares at us before intentionally knocking over a bucket of water off the table. Merlin reacted much faster than you, he stands up and stops it with magic. Gaius gasps and they look at each other. You stood up as well and flicked your hand down using your own magic to let it drop to the floor

"How did you do that?" He looks at Merlin than at you "Did you incant a spell in your mind?"

"We don't know any spells." You answered

"So what did you do?" He asks as you motioned for Merlin to grab the mop "There must be something."

"It just happens." You answered

"Well, we better keep you both out of trouble." Gaius sighs "Both of you can help me until I find some paid work for either of you. Here." He places a small pouch and a bottle "Hollyhock and Feverfew for Lady Percival," He nods towards you and you take the pouch "and this is for Sir Olwin. He's as blind as a weevil, so warn him not to take it all at once."

"Okay" Merlin nods taking the bottle

"Oh and here." He shows us a plate with two sandwiches "Off you go. And remember, I need hardly tell either of you that the practice of any form of enchantments will get you killed."

You and Merlin nod, taking the sandwiches and walking out the door, you tapped your sandwich against his and walked to opposite end of the hall to your destination

"Becareful out there Y/n" He calls out

You turn around to send him a wink "Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?"

You walked o the drawbridge as Gaius asks you to run another errand only to be greeted with a Merlin who was speaking to a noble and neither of them looked happy

"Do I know you?" The noble asks eyeing Merlin

"Er, I'm Merlin." Marlin says taking his hand out to offer it to the noble

"So I don't know you." The noble hypothesizes as Merlin shakes his head"Yet you called me friend"

"That was my mistake." Merlin shrugs and you walked into his lie of sight shaking your head, telling him to stop talking all together

"Yes, I think so." The noble agrees

"Yeah." Marlin answers and looks at you before returning his attention to the noble "I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass." He says ad starts walking in your direction

"Have you lost your mind?" You asked once he was close enough

"Or I one who could be so stupid." the noble snorts and you grab Merlin by the wrist when you saw him stop walking "Tell me, Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?"

"Merlin, Don't-" You warned

"No." Merin answers him pulling away from your hand

"Would you like me to help you?"

"I wouldn't if I were you."

"Merlin!" You called out again

"Why? What are you going to do to me?" He laughs and points to me "She has more sense than you"

"I'm not on your side either" You replied, side eyeing the noble

"You have no idea." Merlin threatens

The noble narrows his eyes at you before grinning at Merlin "Be my guest!" He taunts "Come on! Come on! Come oooooon!"

You take a step back when you notice Merlin twist to punch the boy in the face only to have his own arm twist around his back

"I'll have you thrown in jail for that." The noble says

Your eyes widened as you realized why the noble was acting as if he owned the world, the threat only clarifying your thoughts

"What, who do you think you are?" Merlin calls out "The King?"

"No." The noble answers and takes Merlin out by the knees so he'll kneel "I'm his son, Arthur."

Merlin's eyes met yours as the Princes knights bring him towards the dungeons as you mouth "Told you so"

"Merlin..." A voice whispers and he wakes up looking around to where it could've been from  "Merlin..." He lies down on the floor to see if he could hear it again

"Merlin!" Gaius's voice hit his ear drums and he stood up

"You never cease to amaze me!" He says angrily "The one thing that someone like you should do is keep your head down, and what do you do? You behave like an idiot. Atleast Y/n's smarter than you and kept her head down"

"I'm sorry." Merlin says as Gaius walks in "Where is Y/n?" He asks looking for you and walks in after Gaius

"I called Gaius" You explained

"You're lucky she did." Gaius says watching how you checked if Merlin had any injuries "I managed to pull a few strings to get you released."

"Oh, thank you!" He grins and looks at both you and Gaius "Thank you! I won't forget this."

"Well, there is a small price to pay." You grinned wickedly, making Merlin narrow his eyes down at you

Yours and Gaius's laugh echoed around Merlin's head as he get pelted with fruit by children, he had to stay and in the stocks in exchange of not rotting in jail

"Thanks!" He yells

You only laughed louder "You're absolutely welcome, Idiot"

Children leave to get more rotten fruit when a lady approaches. "I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid."

You narrowed your eyes at the woman as Merlin gave her a warm smile

"Right. I'm Merlin." He reaches his hand further out of the stocks to shake hers. "Although, most people just call me Idiot." He says nodding in your direction "And by people I mean her"

You looked away in order to not show either of them the angrily look on your face

"No, no, no." She chuckles  "I saw what you did. It was so brave."

"It was stupid." Merlin corrected and you nodded making Merlin grin

"Well, I'm glad you walked away." She says, smiling softly "You weren't going to beat him."

"I can agree on that" you murmured with a shrug

Merlin narrows his eyes at you "Oh, I-" He looks at Guinevere "I can beat him." You raised an eyebrow at his answer

"You think?" She asks amused "Because you don't look like one of these big, muscle-y kind of fellows."

"Thanks." Merlin replies sarcastically

"No!" She quickly defends herself "No, I'm sure you're stronger than you look. It's just, erm..." She looks around "Arthur's one of these real rough, tough, save the world kind of men, and... well..." She looks at Merlin

"What?" Merlin asks

"You don't look like that."

He motions for her to move closer, making you bite down on nothing at his actions towards her  "I'm in disguise."

Guinevere laughs "Well, it's great you stood up to him."

"What?" Merlin asks "You think so?"

"Arthur's a bully, and everyone thought you were a real hero."

"Oh, yeah?" Merlin asks and you roll your eyes as Guinevere nods

The children return with more rotten fruit, making Merlin nod in their direction "Oh, excuse me, Guinevere. My fans are waiting." Guinevere laughs and leaves

You glared at her leaving figure than at Merlin who was watching her leave, only to get distracted by you clearing your throat, He looks at you but you were no longer looking at him but at the children "Children," You called out and tapped your nose "Aim here" You instructed and walked past Merlin

"Y/n!" He calls out in surprise at your instructions

"I'll keep my mouth closed if I were you, Idiot"

You sat beside Merlin wiping his face with a wet cloth

"Your cleaning me up quite aggressively" He notes and holds your wrist so you'll stop and look at him "What's wrong?"

"I'm still mad at you" You answered and broke free from his hand, to resume wiping his face

"What are you mad about?" He asks "Is it cause I never Arthur alone even when you told me?"

Its not why I'm angry, You thought "Merlin stop moving" You replied, wiping his face again

"No tell me" He says grabbing your wrist

You were flirting, "Leave me alone" You said with a roll of your eyes

"You can't stay mad at me"

You glared at him using your magic to push him away from you and face Gaius instead

"Do you want some vegetables with that?" Gaius teases, placing a bowl in front of us

"I know you're still angry with me." Merlin snorts and then motions to you who was still using your magic to push him away every time he tries to talk to you "She's angry with me too"

"Your mother asked me to look after you, to look after both you."  Gaius answers "What did your mother say about your gifts?"

"That we were special." Merlin answers for both of you

"You both are special." He quickly agrees "The likes of which I have never seen before."

"What do you mean?" You ask, speaking up after a long time

"Well, magic requires incantations, spells." Gaius began to explain "It takes years to study. What I saw you two do was... elemental, instinctive."

"What's the point if it can't be used?" You asked with a sigh

"That I do not know. You both are a question that has never been posed before"

"Did you ever study magic?" Merlin asks after silence and when you kept flicking him away

"Uther banned all such work twenty years ago." Gaius answers "People used magic for the wrong end at that time. It threw the natural order into chaos. Uther made it his mission to destroy everything from back then, even the dragons."

"What?" Merlin asks surprise

"All of them?" You asked right after

"There was one dragon he chose not to kill, kept it as an example." Gaius explains and you and Merlin met eyes "He imprisoned it in a cave deep beneath the castle where no one can free it. Now, eat up both of you. When you've finished, I need you to take a preparation to Lady Helen. She needs it for her voice. And Y/n I have an errand to run for you"

Merlin walks across the Square and passes Arthur with his gang and You as he walks through the Lower Town.

"Actually now I'm quite curious," Arthur says walking towards you and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes "What is your relationship with Merlin?"

"None of your concern" You reply and pull your head away from his touch

"Are you in love with him?" He asks

"Why are you asking?" You asked Merlin stood back to see what you'll do "Have I caught your attention? Or were you insulted by Merlin"

"Why do you address me that way?" He asks "You're supposed to be respecting me"

"Respect is earned not forced, you should know that" You replied "And you haven't earned it with me, yet"

Merlin grins at your answer and calls out "Y/n" Making you and Arthur turn to meet his eyes "Lets go?"

You nod and walked past Arthur to grab Merlin's sleeve like how you were used to

"Merlin!" Arthur calls out "How's your knee-walking coming along?" Merlin ignores him and moves to walk away from the Prince with you in tow "Aw, don't run away!"

"From you?" Merlin asks turning to look at the Prince

"Thank God." The Prince sighs "I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."

You raised and eyebrow and pointed at Arthur "Stop talking, Camelot would be better of if you did, and you" Arthur stared at you in shock at your words as you move to point at Merlin "Don't do anything stupid, Idiot"

Merlin brushes your hand off and ignores your words "Look, I've told you you're an ass." He faces Arthur "I just didn't realize you were a royal one."

"Merlin" You warned and tugged on his shirt again

"Oh, what are you going to do?" Merlin taunts again "Get your daddy's men to protect you?"

"Wow you're really thick aren't you?" You said and sighed taking a step back from the fight the merlin wants to have with Arthur

Arthur laughs "I could take you apart with one blow."

"I could take you apart with less than that." Merlin replies

"Are you sure?" Arthur mocks him as his knight friends push Merlin on more

Merlin looks at you and you roll your eyes, he sighs he knows your angry but right now he wants to put Arthur in his place so he takes off his jacket and Arthur laughs

One of Arthur's knights hands him a mace, which he tosses at Merlin who doesn't catch it. He picks it up and Arthur starts swinging his mace with ease. "Come on, then. I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth."

"Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?" Merlin asks frustrated

"You can't address me like that." He calls out

"I'm sorry." Merlin says as he realizes his mistake "How long have you been training to be a prat, My Lord?" and bows almost toyingly

Both men stopped a moment to stare at you who laughed at Merlin's response only to cover your mouth, Right, I'm supposed to be mad

"Come on then, Merlin! Come on!" Arthur calls after a moment and Merlin grins, knowing you can't stay mad now that he's made you laugh

At some point during their fight Arthur backs Merlin into the market stalls and crowd continues to gather. Gaius hears the commotion and looks out the Physician's Chambers' window to see Merlin in trouble again. Merlin falls down. And you flinch wanting to help him up

"You're in trouble now!" Arthur yells and laughs at Merlin

"Merlin!" You called out worriedly

"Oh God." Merlin breathes

Merlin looks for something to help him. You motioned to the hooks and nodded at Arthur's mace and he got to work magically entangling them with Arthur's mace. Arthur untangles it and attacks again. Merlin moves a box and Arthur steps into it, banging his shin

Arthur yelps in pain before pursuing Merlin again, Merlin tightens a rope on the ground, tripping Arthur. Merlin picks up the mace and starts swinging it at Arthur.

"Do you want to give up?" Merlin asks

"To you?" Arthur asks sarcastically

"Do you? Do you want to give up" Merlin asks and looks at you signaling to the bucket and you nod

Arthur backs up, with you using you own magic to move the bucket and made him caught his foot in a bucket and falling over backwards. Merlin, thrilled by his victory went to you to give you a high five and you laugh, only to stop and freeze once he spots Gaius in the crowd, you turned o see what made him stop and you too freeze.

Arthur attacks him from behind with a broom, knocking him to the ground, as guards begin picking Merlin up and held your arm

"What me?" You asked surprised "What did I do?"

"Wait. Let them go." Arthur orders "Y/n hasn't done anything and this one," He points at Merlin "He may be an idiot, but he's a brave one. There's something about you, both of you, Merlin, Y/n. I can't quite put my finger on it."

"How could either of you be so foolish?!" He yells and you flinch

"He needed to be taught a lesson." Merlin answers

"Magic must be studied, mastered, and used for good!" Gaius points out and you take a step back, making Merlin grab you and hide behind him "Not for idiotic pranks!"

"What is there to master? We could move objects like that before either of us could talk!" Merlin defended us by raising his voice and grabbed his shirt more tightly

"Then, by now, you two should know how to control yourselves!" Gaius says glaring at you and Merlin

You sucked in a breath "I need air" You whimpered and Merlin nodded, pushing you to get out and get air as he spoke to Gaius

"I don't want to! If I can't use magic, what have I got?!" Merlin yells as you close the door "I'm just a nobody, and I always will be. If I can't use magic, I might as well die."

"Merlin..." A voice calls out making Merlin sit up "Merlin..."

"Do you hear that?" You asked looking at Merlin

"Y/n..." You gasp as you hear your name "Y/n..."

Merlin gets out of bed "Lets go check it out" He whispers and you follow after him to sneak out of the Gaius' Chambers.

"Merlin..." The voice calls out again "Y/n..."

Merlin leads you to descend the wrought iron stairway and distracts a pair of guards by rolling their dice away from them. You grab a torch, lighting it, and head down the stairway

"Merlin... Y/n..."

You tug on Merlin's shirt as you notice an opening to a cave

"Merlin. Y/n" The voice laughs

Merlin looks around for the owner of the voice, as you stared at the deeper parts of the cave "Where are you?"

A Dragon flies to land in front of you and Merlin, making you take a step back "I'm here! How small you both are for such a great destiny."

"Why? What do you mean?" Merlin asks

"What destiny?" You blurted

"Your gifts, Young ones, was given to you for a reason."

"So there is a reason." Merlin whispers

"Arthur is the Once and Future King who will unite the land of Albion." The dragon chuckles as he looks at you both "But he faces many threats from friend and foe alike."

"I don't see what this has to do with me." Merlin speaks up

"Everything." The dragon huffs "Without you, Arthur will never succeed. Without you, there will be no Albion."

"And me?" You ask "If Merlin is this important than why do you call out to me?"

"You, Y/n, serve an important purpose as does Merlin, you are The Guide, the only one who is capable of guiding Merlin and Arthur to Albion"

"No. No, you've got this wrong." Merlin cuts in

"There is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn't." The dragon replies

"But I'm serious!" He yells and you flinch making him reach over to pet your hair "If anyone wants to go and kill him, they can go ahead. In fact, I'll give them a hand."

The Dragon laughs "None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin, and none of us can escape it."

"No. No way. No. No. There must be another Arthur because this one's an idiot."

Your lips turn up to smile at his words and cough to not laugh and seem rude

"Perhaps it's your destiny to change that. My Dear Y/n, guide him well" And with that the Dragon flies off

"Wait! Wait! Wait, stop! No, I- I need to know more!" Merlin calls out and you held his arm when he realized he yelled and moves over to hug you "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, Don't be afraid"

Gaius enters Merlin's and your's shared messy chamber and picks up his clothes on the floor. "Oi!"

Merlin turns to look at him from his position on your bed holding your hand as you slept "Gaius please, don't raise your voice" He begs and you slowly start to wake up

"Have you seen the state of this room?!" He ignore Merlin raising his voice more, making you sit up rght

"Gaius, come on, you don't know" Merlin says frustrated to cup your cheeks so you'll focus on him "Don't be scared"

You nod, still slightly pale but you smiled and tapped Merlin's hands "I'm ok, let me go"

"You're shaking" Merlin notes

"I'll be perfect," You assured "Do you have any errands I could run Gaius?"

Gaius watches the exchange with a hum, "Yes. Get me some herbs: henbane, wormwood, and sorrel" He instructed

You slowly stood up from your position on the bed, sliding your legs to the side of the bed and Gaius could spot a scar on the side of your leg, You grabbed one of your dresses despite Merlin's protest, leaving without another word leaving them alone in the room

"Is there something wrong Y/n?" Gaius asks

"She's just scared" Merlin answers "She'll be ok"

"Scared?" Gaius asks "Of what?"

"Yelling" Merlin answers "With how she grew up, I'd do anything just so she'll never have anyone raise their voice at her"

Gaius turns to see you exit the room, after changing into the dress "What could have caused such trauma to someone so young?"

"I think it'd be better if you ask her yourself," Merlin shrugs "Now what do you want to say about our room?"

"Have you seen the state of this room?" He asks "its a mess"

"It just happens" Merlin shrugs

"By magic?" Gaius asks sarcastically and Merlin nods "Yes. Well, you can clear it up without magic. And deliver this to Morgana. Poor girl's suffering from nightmares."

The Banquet Hall was filled to the brim with excited court members who were ready to join the festivities, there was no dull in the conversation whatsoever. Gaius enter followed by You and Merlin. You can spot the different people all expanding their social circle, the ladies mingling with young potential bachelors and even Arthur who was speaking with his knights

Morgana enters the Banquet Hall dressed in a scandalous outfit that you must admit really suits her she passes infront of you and Merlin making him chase after her with his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at Merlin not exactly happy at the fact he seems to be smitten with the King's ward. Gaius notices your angry and yet sad look when you stared at Merlin, and just then Gaius seems to understand your feelings for Merlin

"Merlin." Gaius calls out making the two of you look at him "Remember, you're here to work."

"Oh, yeah." He says and you roll your eyes before you felt Gaius tap your shoulder to speak to you

You watch as Merlin continues to stare at Morgana while Arthur approaches to talk to her, you watch as Gwen sidles up next to Merlin to speak with him

"Does Merlin know?" Gaius asks after he notices you watching Merlin again

"Sorry?" You asked "Merlin know what?"

"You're feelings for him?" He says softly

You snort, "I don't have—" He raises an eyebrow "Was it obvious?"

"I've only known you for a couple of days and I could already say yes with certainty" Gaius answers and you looked to see Merlin speaking to a grinning Guinevere

"Well, Its not obvious to Merlin apparently" You answered and tore your eyes away from them

Gaius chuckles and places his hand on your shoulder "Love is such a trivial thing, it'll all soon fall into place" he assures and takes his hand away

You shrug "I hope so"

"What I called you here for was when I spotted a scar on your leg, I wanted to ask the cause" Gaius began and you stared at him "If you'll let me"

You placed your hand on your leg out of instinct "Yeah" You whispered "I'm gonna need your help," He nods "It was given to me by my uncle, he would return late at night from the tavern, drunk ad completely out of his mind, he'd hurt me, give me doubts and pain and anger and— scars that faded over time— Merlin's mother saw that and told me that  could hide in their house for as long as I wanted, I once didn't go home for a month and my uncle never bothered to search for me, when I finally came home he saw me yelled at me for a very long time, there was hate and venom in his words and— and when that wasn't enough he hurt me" You pulled your hand away "yelling is scary" You ended your memory of such a scary time with a soft smile

Gaius watches you as the fear and the shakiness in your voice slowly appeared as you recalled the memories "I'm sorry for making your remember that"

"Its fine," You answered with a soft smile "That's why Merlin gets protective when someone yells, I'm sorry that he yelled at you this morning"

"I'm sorry for yelling" Gaius spoke

"Don't be, Actually I wanted to ask for your help" You began "I want to conquer that fear"

King Uther enters and everyone claps seperating you and Gaius before he could answer, he sits at his assigned chair while You followed Merlin to where he stand. You both watched as the King speaks "We have enjoyed twenty years of peace and prosperity." He began as the crowd quiets down "It has brought the kingdom and myself many pleasures, but few can compare with the honour of introducing Lady Helen of Mora."

There was a round of applause that appeared right after The King spoke. As the music begins and then King Uther and the court take their seats Lady Helen sings. Your mouth opens in shock at the beauty of her voice, it was lovely, mesmerizing, beautiful, enchanting, as you stared at the lady in shock you failed to notice the court members begin nodding off to sleep but Merlin notices and presses his hands over his ears, nudging you to do the same and you woke up realizing that the lady's voice was too enchanting, cobwebs begin forming over the enchanted sleepers

"Merlin" You gasped and pointed at Arthur "The Prince"

Merlin turns his head and notices her staring at Arthur as she walks forward, she pulls a dagger from her sleeve and you reacted first with your body to run infront of the Prince, sheilding him as the dagger plunges into your skin making you gasp for breath.

"Y/n!" Merlin calls out to you at the sight of you getting stabbed "No!"

Lady Helen glares at you and summons her dagger, having it pull out of your skin making you yell in pain waking Merlin up from his trance and used his magic to drop drop the chandelier on her as she raises her arm to throw the dagger again.

The Court members wake and pull the cobwebs off, muttering at the sudden mess. Uther and Arthur stand as you were in front of them, cradling your side as you tried to take even breaths, they see the woman from the other day lying on the floor. She glares and raises herself up enough to throw the dagger at Arthur, but Merlin slows down time to reach Arthur and You and pull you both out of harm's way. The bloody dagger slices into Arthur's chair as you three fall to the floor.

You screamed again once you fell making Merlin sit up and help you, a crowd begins to surround you "Merlin" You called out

"No Y/n" He calls as Gaius pushes his way to see you "Gaius is here, you'll be ok" He says mostly to himself

"You saved my boy" Uther says in shock

"Merlin" You called again as Gaius instructs everyone to take a step back and let you breathe

"You deserve a prize" The King continues on

"She deserves it as much as I do My Lord" Merlin says sobbing over your figure and holds your hand as you weakly reach out to him "The blood on the dagger is hers"

[locke-writes]

2021 Writing Summary

Wasn’t tagged but saw @lxncelot and @jammesbarnnes do this and wanted to do this because honestly I forgot what I posted this year.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to examine what they wrote/posted

Rules: Make a list of every fic you posted in 2021

January:

Before Your Eyes - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

I Don’t Have A Legacy - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

February

Clear - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

Back to the Start - Stranger Things - Jim Hopper x Reader

March

Gathered - Marvel - Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader

Empty - Criminal Minds - BAU Team x Reader

Planning - Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

April

One Becomes All - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

Second Chances - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid x Unsub!Sibling!Reader

Healing Touch - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

I’ll Only Hurt You If You Let Me - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Side By Side - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Connected - Harry Potter - Fred Weasley x Reader

Reintroduction - Marvel - Stephen Strange x Reader

Who Remembers Your Name? - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Under the Skin - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Giles x Reader

May

To Break & To Repair - Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

End Your Toil - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

Patchwork - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

A Reunion - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

Playing the Part - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

June

Changes - Harry Potter - Remus Lupin x Reader

Time Passes - Knives Out - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Follow You - Star Wars - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Troublemaker - Harry Potter - Ginny Weasley x Reader (Platonic)

Gone Away - The Martian - Rich Purnell x Reader

Cut Me Loose - X-Men - Erik Lehnsherr

Before Dawn - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

Companionship - Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom x Reader

Stillness of the Moment - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

Fated - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Letting Go - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

July

Mistakes - Peaky Blinders - Polly Gray x Reader

What Once We Were - Law & Order SVU - Nick Amaro x Male!Reader

From Afar - New Girl - Nick Miller x Reader

Hurt, Lost, Blinded Fool - Harry Potter - Sirius Black x Reader

Deadly Game - Hannibal - Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Memories Returned - What We Do In the Shadows - Nadja x Reader

Unwelcome Guests - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

August

Helping Hand - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Obstacles - Marvel - Loki x Reader

Soul Bound - Fright Night - Jerry Dandridge x Reader

A Little Chaos in Life - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Trusting - Sky High - Warren Peace x Reader

Planning & Plotting - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Argumentative - House MD - Gregory House x Reader

Guidance - The Kingsman - Merlin x Reader

A Sense of Understanding - Law & Order SVU - Rafael Barba x Reader

True Companion - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

September

For Love of Country. For Love of Man - Merlin - Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Racing Hearts - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike x Reader

October

Hunger - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Drusilla x Reader

Entwined & Enraptured - Prodigal Son - Martin Whitly x Reader

November

N/A

December

Needed - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

[charliehoennam]

Hi! I’d love Arthur Pendragon and 25 please! Thank you!

A/N: Thank you for your support, anon! ❤️🤗 Hope you enjoy this! If you liked my work, please show support by reblogging. Sharing is caring! | masterlist

Warnings: virial sickness (common cold)

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x gn!reader

Word count: 820

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

Order fell upon the land on which chaos dominated under Vortigern’s rule. Granted that peace wasn’t fully restored, but some kind of balance had been reinstated since the rise of the Born King. Personally, you were just simply thankful the previous heartless king was dead. Being a servant of the castle had you walking on eggshells most of the time, too frightened of upsetting the former king.

Arthur was so different and you were grateful for that. He allowed friendly banter between you whenever you were around and encouraged it too. He quite enjoyed it, really. And you took every chance you came across to make him laugh or huff out a chuckle. Just pulling a smile out of him was enough to brighten the worst of your days.

Today would be no different.

The tray of dishes gently clattered as you approached his chamber door. A couple of eggs sunny side up, rye toast, slices of cheese, roasted herb tomatoes and pork sausages accompanied by a rather smelly concoction in one of the two cups, tea being in the other. Arthur usually had a bowl of porridge for breakfast. Maybe it was the fact that he was adapting to the life of King, maybe it was the guilt from feasting while many still starved that always had him insisting on his porridge. Said it’d been enough for him his whole life, but you’d noticed him sneezing and sniffling recently. The born King had caught a cold just as you’d warned him. A hearty breakfast wouldn’t cure it, but it would help revive his strength.

“I don’t see a-any” he paused sat on the bed, sliding his tunic on until a loud sneeze escaped his lips followed by another which only after he continued. “any porridge on that tray.”

“Oh good, then you still have your sight. Unlike your health.” You smirked.

“I am not sick. It’s just the change in weather.”

“It’s because you never eat right, for heaven’s sake. It’s about time you’ve had a bloody decent meal and make no mistake. I will force feed you if I have to!”

You drifted across the room with a smile, setting the tray down on the silk clothed table before opening the curtains and windows to let in fresh air.

“I don’t doubt that. But I really don’t need all that. Not while people are still starving out there.”

“So your solution as King is to starve and die along with them? Excellent strategy, my king. By all means, please carry on with your formidable plan."

“Oh, I just love waking up to your sarcasm.” He chuckled, now stood in front of the basin of water rinsing the sleep from his face.

“Good, it isn't changin-“

Another one of his sneezes interrupted you, but this seemed to be more painful than the last. His long fingers clutched his chest as he wiped his nose on a cloth.

“I ain’t asking ya to swim across the fucking ocean. I’m only asking you to eat. You need your strength, my King. Look at you.”

“I’m fine” said Arthur in much contradiction to his body slowly giving into the weakness that crept over him, forcing him to crawl back into bed against his spirit’s will. His stuffy nose was red and his crystal blue eyes were surrounded by pinkish flesh.

"And I don't want your sarcasm to change."

“It won't and you, my King, are not fine. That is not a sign of being fine. Now sit up, won’t you?”

Your order came with a smirk as you carried the reeking cup to him and held it out.

“The healers said you must drink this first before you eat.”

“It smells like shit.”

“Well, it matches your current state. Bottom’s up.”

“I am not drinking that!"

"Can you please just shut up and let me take care of you, for crying out loud? You're not the big baby like you're acting, Arthur. You’re the King now and I’ll be damned if you die on my watch. I suffered too long at the hands of Vortigern and I refuse to bow or serve to any other King if not you. Now drink!”

He smiled to himself, flattered by your loyalty. The subtle tone of impatience in your voice didn’t exactly scare him, but it did make him think twice about taking care of himself. He had to accept his life now. Taking care of himself was important for the future of the kingdom. If he was damned, so were his people. If he wanted the best for them, he had to make sure he’d live long enough on the throne to assure it for them. So he reluctantly took the cup and chugged down the unpleasant potion.

“Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“My mouth tastes like shit now.” He grimaced.

“Well, what do you think the bloody food is for?”

[goodnightstoriess]

Author: goodnightstoriess

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first Arthur x Reader fic!! Let’s see how it goes, enjoy.

Part 1 - Part 2  - Part 3 - ON HOLD   

Masterlist 

"Father, we need to find the last Dragonlord it's our only hope of saving Camelot," Worry was evident on Arthurs' face, it was understandable, Camelot was under attack and right now everything seemed hopeless.

Uther looked at his son, "No, we need all our men here, we won't risk any more lives just because a rumor says Balinor is still alive,". He was frustrated he had no idea how to save Camelot from turning to dust. But he wouldn't just believe in such a rumor, it couldn't be true, he had hunted all the dragonlords, they should all be dead.

"But what if he is still alive, then it is our duty to find him," Arthur stood from the chair his hand running through his golden hair.

"We are at war with Cenred. If you´re discovered beyond our border, they will kill you," Uther said tiredly.

"That's why I will go alone, that way I will not be detected," Arthur said determined and turned around facing the door.

Uther wasn't going to give him the last word and certainly wasn't going to let him go, "No, it´s too dangerous!" He was getting impatient.

"More dangerous than staying here? I won't stand by watching my men die, father, it is my duty to protect Camelot," Arthur was still calm and said the words slowly trying to get his father to reason with him.

"Don't question me Arthur, I'm not talking to you as a father I'm talking to you as a King!" He was now yelling and you took a step back from the far end of the room where you were gathering the food they had finished a few minutes earlier.  

You didn't even look at him, but you knew the look that would be plastered across Arthurs' face if you did, "I will ride immediately" You knew he would never give up, either Uther would let him go, or Arthur would find a way to escape his father.

"Arthur wait! You need to be careful, you don't know Cendreds´s kingdom, they will know immediately that you don't belong," Uther no longer yelled, maybe he knew that he was going to lose this fight or maybe he understood that it was their only hope of saving Camelot.

"I will be careful, no one will know it's me," He said it with as much confidence as he could, but to be honest he had no idea how to not act like a prince.

"We can't be too careful, after all, you are the crown prince of Camelot," Uther sat down on the throne as he sighed.

Arthur looked confused "What do you suggest I do? Find someone who knows the town?"  

"Yes that's exactly what I suggest," The King of Camelot said matter of factly.

Arthur shrugged "I will find someone on the way then," He once again tried leaving but Uther had other plans.

"No, we need someone we can trust. Almost everyone beyond the border will gladly see you dead," He looked around for a second, "(y/n)! You were raised in Engard, weren't you? Before your mother came to work here?" You were shocked to hear your name being called from the Kings' lips, and it took you a few seconds to gather your thought around what he had said.

"Yes Sire, I was," You said carefully not really knowing where this was going.

"Then you will go with my son," It was not a question, it was a command and you were getting quite confused.

You caught Arthurs gaze and he looked at shocked, "No father! It is too dangerous, she can't come with us, she could end up getting killed! " You breathed in sharply not knowing what Uther would think about his son defending the life of a servant. This could go very wrong, very quick.

"She knows the land Arthur, she may even know someone who could help find Balinor," Uther looked bored, he had given his son what he wanted, to go out to find the last dragon lord, and now he argued about not wanting to go with a girl. The nerve.

"I refuse Father!" Arthurs' eyes shifted from his father to you not knowing what else to say without exposing too much. But you couldn't come with him, it was too dangerous he couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you.

That was the final straw and Uther raised his voice "You will refuse nothing, you will do as your King tells you, either you go with (y/n) or you will not go at all,"

Arthur knew his fathers' patience was holding very thin so he did the last thing he could think about, blaming you instead, "But she doesn't even want to go, she has too many duties, I can find someone else Father" You looked at him rolling your eyes, God he really was something special.

Uther glanced at you and you quickly looked down, before he saw the way you stared at his son, "She would be honored to accomplish you on your journey, wouldn't you (y/n)?"

You weren't really sure if you wanted to, but it was the King telling you to do something so you said the only thing you could, "Of course Sire, it would be an honor," You smiled hoping he would buy it, and it seemed like he did. He agreed and told you to be ready in the morning. Arthur just looked at you squinting his eyes huffing before turning around leaving through the wooden doors.

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You looked to your left as smoke stood from across the courtyard, everything was a blur the fog from the fire making it almost impossible to breathe. You were not supposed to be out here, but you had to get this bandage down to Gaius where all the injured was staying, and this was the quickest way to go.

It had been a long day, everyone had stressed around trying to get a handle on things, but everything was chaotic and right now neither of you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Arthur had left with his men trying to kill the dragon once again, it didn't go as planned and the last thing you heard was that most of them were now being treated by Gaius and Gwen. Fortunately, nothing had happened to Arthur, but you knew he hated that he was unharmed while his men were hurt.

You hadn't seen him since he left through the door earlier. You knew he needed to calm down before he would listen to you, and frankly, you hadn't had time to go see him with all the chaos. You were still making your way down the open corridor nearly getting to the end when you were pulled aside by a strong arm.

"(y/n)," You stared up into blue eyes relaxing when you saw who it was.

"Yes Sire," You said nervously as you looked to the ground. You didn't know what he would say, but you sure as hell wasn't in his good books right now, so it couldn't be good.

"Don't Sire me," He didn't sound angry just tired, so you lifted your head looking at him and surely he looked exhausted. He had bags under his eyes and he was pale underneath the ashes that were taking up the most of his face. It was understandable, neither of you had had time to sleep the last couple of days. Everyone had been working hard ever since the dragon decided to burn Camelot to the ground.

You had no idea what to say so you tried acting obnoxious instead "I don't know what you mean."

"You can't go with me, it is too dangerous (y/n), we could both get killed," His gaze burned into yours trying to scare you just enough to agree to not go. He couldn't let anything happen to you, he wouldn't.

You sighed, "I didn't really have a choice Arthur, your father wanted me to go with you, and he is the King, my King, therefore I will do as he commands," you said it calmly, there was no need for you to argue over this it was not worth the fight, you had to go, and deep down he knew that.

"I don't wish to see anything happen to you, you understand that don't you," A hand ran through his blond hair and he looked at your face, you looked just as tired and your cheeks were red from exhaustion.

"I know, but you said it yourself, it’s not really safe here in Camelot either," you smiled a little as you saw him surrender, you knew you had won.

He took your hand and squeezed it, " You are right, as always."  

You laughed looking at your intwisted hands "I really need to get this to Gaius."

"Of course," he said letting go of your hand and stepped aside so you could get past him.

You took a few steps before glancing back at him "I will see you tomorrow."

He smiled, "Goodnight (y/n)."

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"Stand still you stupid horse," your patience was running thin and the fact that you didn't get much sleep last night was not making this situation any better. You looked at the brown horse with a frown, "Merlin, how do I do this?".

He grinned when he saw your expression, "Let me help you," he stepped between you and the horse doing what needed to be done so you could get on it. "How long has it been since you last rode a horse?" he asked while putting on the saddle.

You thought about it for a moment, "A very long time, I think I was ten." You were ten when you first came to Camelot with your mother, so the horse had been a lot smaller back then.

His eyes widened, "Do you think you can do it then? It's not that easy."

"I remember being good at it, but I honestly don't know," your eyes ran over the horse, it was really big maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"Maybe you can ride with Arthur, I don't think he will mind," Merlin said while trying to hide the smile on his lips, but he wasn't doing a very good job.

You quickly looked at him, "Why do you say that?" Did he know? The two of you had always tried not making things to obvious and you were positive that no one knew your secret, but then again, this was Merlin, Arthurs servant, and your best friend.

"No reason" He laughed when he saw the grimace on your face.

"I can do it,  what's the worse thing that can happen," You faked your sudden confidence, but you were in fact terrified.

"It could kill you," He said matter of factly.

"Wow thanks, Merlin, very helpful," the words were filled with irony.

"What could kill you?" Arthur said while walking down the steps from the castle, he looked a lot more rested than last night.

"She can't ride," Merlin quickly responded.

You huffed and quickly added, "Of course I can Merlin! I will be just fine," The horse neighed and you jumped a few steps back looking at it with horror, what had you gotten yourself into.

Arthur furrowed his brows looking at your reaction, "When was the last time you sat on a horse?"

"Not that long ago.." you lied not very convincing.

"Ten years," Merlin added, boy he was annoying.

"Merlin! I won't ever tell you anything again," you crossed your arms giving him a stern look.

Arthur looked horrified, "Ten years?! Have you not left Camelot since you came ten years ago?"  

Your stern look left Merlin and focused on Arthur instead, "Why would I have left Arthur? To go on a picnic? It's not like I have that much time to just leave and explore the world, I have a job that requires me being available 24/7."  

Merlin raised his eyebrows not expecting that to come from you, "Amen" he said trying to break the silence surrounding the three of you.  

"What are you still doing here, shouldn't you get going?"  You all looked at Gaius who was walking down the stairs with a bag in his hand, "I brought you this in case something were to happen," he handed it to Merlin, "there are some medicine and bandages."  

"Thank you, Gaius, and yes we should get going," you turned around reaching up trying to lift yourself on the horse when Gaius left.

The others looked at you as you struggled and eventually fell down before reaching the top, “(y/n), you can ride with me, I don't think it's a good idea for you to ride on your own," Arthur suggested as you eyed the horse again. 

You hated when someone told you what you couldn't do so you stood your ground, "No thank you, Arthur, I will be more than able to handle my own horse."

"If you are sure," Arthur said with a sigh knowing you weren't going to listen to him.

"I am, I just need to get on this thing and we are good to go," you mumbled before trying to get on the horse once again.

They all looked at you and Arthur shook his head "Do you want to ask me something (y/n)?" he asked putting his hands on his hips as you struggled in front of him.

"No, I don't. Merlin, do you want to help me get on the horse?" you asked sweetly giving Arthur a little smile when you saw the look on his face.

"Sure," Merlin said he enjoyed seeing the two of you bicker at each other, definitely knowing something was going on between the two of you.

"He won't be able to get you on it," Arthur said rolling his eyes.

You turned your head staring at him "Are you saying I'm fat?"

"No, of course not! You are beautiful," he quickly said. You blushed looking around to see if anyone heard him but it didn't seem like it, everyone was busy with their own tasks.

"Well that took a turn," Merlin grinned looking between the two of you.

"Shut up Merlin," Arthur said, "I was just saying how you are too much of a wrack to lift anything."

"See I told you he was more than willing to let you ride with him," Merlin blinked at you.

"Oh shut up," you said slapping his shoulder lightly.

"I have a feeling I'm going to hear that a lot on this trip," he sighed lifting you up on the horse.

"You have no idea," you said with a smile looking down on him from the gigantic animal.

You were ready, ready for an adventure, it had been so long since you had experienced something new, something dangerous. You were nervous of course, so much could happen, and you were sure that nothing would be the same once you started this new adventure.

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NEXT ➤ 

[arcturusqww]

Arthur pendragon x blind! reader

Hcs+small fic in the end

Warnings: Fem reader, blowjob, pet names(love, good girl etc.), pussy slapping, hair pulling.

Info: Fluff, smut under the line. Arthur has both arms.

-This man is would never and NEVER let you get hurt

-So the castle is rebuilt all over with chaos, no sharp edge left, smaller steps etc

-He gets rid of any possible harm

-“Feel safe whenever you’re walking, my love, i made sure nothing’s going to harm your pretty self.”

-He already doesn’t like you doing things on your own so he’s happy that you’re restricted smh

-Tho, he’d never say that to your face since he knows it’s a sensitive topic for you

-“Don’t get up, love. I’ll get it for you.”

-Chaos is always at your service as well

-Purple hands guiding you, helping you eat, change, shower… anything you can think of

-If you miss a step, he’ll just make a step appear or a big plush for you to fall on

-“Got you, careful there, love.”

-He makes an effort to not to startle you

-Always talks before touching you so that you won’t feel startled, even for a second

-“It’s just me, don’t worry.”

-He doesn’t let you be alone with someone he doesn’t trust

-He knows you’d be easy to take advantage of because of your condition

-So unless he trusts the other person with his whole being—4 evils, probs— they can’t get near you, let alone be alone with you

-If you ever feel insecure about it, he’ll be there

-Constant reassurance, telling you how much he loved you and that it doesn’t matter

-I said it before, he’s even happy that he has a reason to do everything for you

-So it’s a good thing for him, really

-But he also understands how you feel and will always make sure you’re secure and happy with the way you are

-“Nonsense. Why would it matter? You’re my queen.”

-If you feel you’re taking up so much of his time he’ll be offended

-Excuse you? He’s always available for you

-What kind of a king would he be if he can’t even take care of his queen?

-“Haha, your jokes are funny, my love. I’m being too busy for you? Impossible!”

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-I said he doesn’t want to startle you but if he’s feeling teasing he may take quiet steps and stand in front of you before giving your cunny a small slap

-Tho, you’d know it’s him from the hearty laugh that follows after— no one else would dare to touch you anyway

-“Haha! boo.”

-He guides you, helping you find his cock, fixing your hole on it

-He mumbles encouragements to you if you want to do it without his help

-“You got it, love. Good girl, go ahead. I’m so proud of you. Mhm, right there.”

-It feels edging

-He loves it when you start from his legs to go up to his cock

-He watches when you try to put it in your mouth, accidentally making his hardness press against your cheek then drag your mouth to it

-“You look so hot like this.”

-Viewing your condition as a blindfold kink is a no for him if you aren’t interested

-But if you are into it then he will happily play along and include bondages

-“You like it when i do whatever i want to you, do you? Good girl, so wet for me.”

-Aftercare is all on him most of the time

-He lays you down, cleans you up then himself and probably massages your body

-He doesn’t like receiving after care from you since he thinks it’d be harder for you than the usual

-But if you’re too willing, he’ll guide you

“Mm, yeah right there, love.” Arthur mumbles softly while gently holding your hair in the back of your head in a bun with one of his hands.

Your hands wandered over his smooth thighs. They rode up to his v line before moving right back on his balls. You grope them suddenly without a warning, it earned a sharp moan from him. “Sorry..” He just hummed in response to your apology, massaging your scalp in a soothing manner.

You continued. His half hard cock grew harder with your hands stroking up and down on his shaft. He helped you guide your mouth onto his tip, gently pulling your hair back before pushing it towards the pink tip. Pre-cum started to leak when your lips wrapped around it. He let out a small moan his empty hand moved to your cheek. He gave it a small tap and rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

“Good girl..” He hummed softly while you took more of his cock in your mouth, one of your hands went to his balls and rubbed them with the inside of your hand, the other one still stroking the parts that wasn’t in your mouth.

After a small while you took most of his shaft in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. His balls and the rest of his cock still getting stroked by your hands. His expression was flushed, he gritted his teeth when small grunts left through.

His eyebrows knit together and he started to buckle his hips upwards and helping you move your head up and down on his cock by your hair, trying to reach his high a little bit faster. He let out a louder groan while he spilled his seed into your throat. His knit eyebrows eased up.

“Thank you, my love.” He murmured with his chest rising up before easing out with a long, satisfied sigh. You slowly pulled your mouth away from his cock, making sure to collect the sticky cum on your tongue and gulping it down.

[quack-quack-snacks]

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Melizabeth (Meliodas x Elizabeth)

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Arthur Pendragon

Chaos's Queen Arthur Pendragon × Fem!Reader One Shot Word Count: 3,630 Genre: Smut Warnings: Pure Smut, oral (f receiving) Complete

Ban

Pay Up Later Ban × Fem!Reader One ShotWord Count: 3,394 Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut, porn with a little plot, praise kink, biting kink, cursing, uniform kink (?), Complete

Harlequin

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Elizabeth Liones

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Diane

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Merlin

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