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[hoteldreamss]

King Arthur || imagine

Метки: флафф; любящий свою жену Артур.

Слов: 553

Твои прикосновения нежные и ласковые, успокаивают Артура. Он прикрывает глаза, расслабляясь и наслаждаясь теплом воды в ванне и своей женой, сидящей позади него. Ты снова зачерпываешь воду ковшиком и выливаешь её на голову Артура, заставляя его немного откинуться назад. Другая твоя рука ложится на его линию волос на лбу, теперь она в виде препятствия, чтобы вода не попала ему на глаза.

Зачерпнув немного жидкого мыла, ты растираешь его по голове Артура, одновременно массируя его кожу. Довольный стон срывается с его губ, а глаза прикрываются.

— Ты доставляешь мне удовольствие, даже не находясь голой в одной ванне со мной. Я думаю, это волшебство. Я женился на ведьме.

Хихиканье разносится за его спиной, заставляя Артура расплыться в улыбке.

— Не скажи только это при священнике, боюсь он не верно истолкует твои слова.

— Он вряд ли вовсе сможет поверить, что женщины так прекрасны, — Артур снова слышит твой смешок.

Зачерпнув снова воды, ты выливаешь её аккуратно на волосы своего мужа, стараясь смыть всё мыло. Ты проделываешь это несколько раз. Единственный шум — это плеск воды, свечи вокруг вас помогают тебе видеть обнажённое тело своего короля. Мышцы под его кожей кажутся напряжённым, даже если горячая вода и ты должны были бы ему помочь избавиться от стресса, накопившегося не только за этот день, но и неделю.

Быть правителем оказалось сложнее, чем он мог предположить. Ты и время с тобой – его отдушина, даже тренировки с мечом стали чем-то непосильным для него.

— Я хочу уехать с тобой, ненадолго, есть одно место в лесу за Лондиниумом. Всего пару дней. Или недель. — Его рука опускается на твою икру, свисая через бортик ванной. Его ладонь мокрая, и оставляет влажные следы на ��оже твоей ноги, заставляя чувствовать прохладу. Он не перестаёт гладить тебя.

— Твои обязанности...

— Я найду кому их поручить.

Ты отставляешь ковшик, и тогда Артур двигается ближе к краю ванной, так, чтобы откинуть голову и встретится прямо с твоими глазами. Ты наклоняешься к нему, оставляя небрежный и смазанный поцелуй на его губах.

— Это согласие? — он интересуется.

Твои ноги разведены так, чтобы ты сидела как можно ближе к своему мужу, который продолжает гладить тебя, но теперь его пальцы скользят к твоим ступням, и он легко проходится по твоей пятке. Ты держала ноги на носочках, и у Артура есть шанс пощекотать тебя, чем он и воспользовался.

Ты сразу отстраняешься от него, вскрикивая.

— Тебе спать в моей постели, жена, я добьюсь своего.

— Артур, — твой тон серьёзный, но ты боишься, что твой муж решит замучить тебя щекотками. — Конечно, я согласна.

Он довольно улыбается.

— Ты поможешь мне вытереться? Кажется, королю обязаны помогать обсохнуть.

Ты закатываешь глаза, поднимаясь со своего места.

— Боюсь, мой король, вам самим придётся с этим разобраться.

Тебе не сложно догадаться, чего хотел твой муж, всё ещё имевший желания мальчишки с улицы. Иногда его слова были слишком откровенными, а иногда ещё не переходили грань неприличия.

Подойдя к деревянному стеллажу с полотенцами, ты отворачиваешься от Артура. Всплеск воды за твоей спиной заставляет тебя понять, что он поднялся из ванной. Мужчина без стеснения, обнажённый, подходит к тебе и забирает своё полотенце.

— Некоторые слуги с удовольствием бы выполнили такую просьбу.

— Мне позвать их? — интересуешься ты, нахмурившись, почувствовав маленькую инъекцию ревности в сердце.

— Я просто подшучиваю, жена. — Артур склоняется к тебе, всё ещё мокрый и обнажённый. — Я предпочитаю только тебя.

Его губы захватывают твои в жадном и любящем поцелуи. Отстранившись, ты уже не чувствуешь себя такой злой на его слова.

— Я буду в спальне.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?

who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):

adonis creed.

athur pendragon.

bucky barnes.

lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.

carmy berzatto.

erik killmonger.

frank castle.

conrad fischer.

harald sigurdsson.

javy "coyote" machado.

jax teller.

joaquin torres.

joel miller.

josh cody.

pope heyward.

sam wilson.

sinqua walls.

steve harrington.

tangerine.

trevante rhodes.

zuko.

If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃

Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.

[dailydragon08]

Dragon's Arthur: Legend of the Sword Masterlist

** = smut * = no smut, but suggestive themes

Arthur x Reader

One Shots & Drabbles

Show Me -> Arthur can always count on you when he needs solace.

[namelessalessandra]

The prince of my heart

Arthur Pendragon x reader

Plot: you were forced to marry Arthur Pendragon but not everything goes according to plan until…

Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I think but if you find any, tell me and I’ll add them

Plus English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

P.S. if you know Italian you can preorder my book here:

When I was told that I would marry Prince Arthur Pendragon I was so happy, I had heard so many good stories about him, his courage, his loyalty, and I was sure that mine would be a happy marriage, that I would be envied by every lady in the realm. Then came the wedding day, I was woken up at dawn so I could prepare myself perfectly, to match the beauty of my soon to be husband. I crossed the aisle to reach him in front of all the imported members of the kingdom with trembling legs and an excited smile, and for a few moments, as they made us husband and wife, Arthur smiled at me sweetly. For a moment I really believed I had realised my dream. Until, immediately after the ceremony, during the banquet, I realised the looks he directed at his half-sister's servant. Gwen, over time I had learned that to be her name. Arthur spent only a few nights with me, to carry out his task as a husband, and the rest of the time he took refuge in his royal tasks, ignoring me altogether. I had learned not to let it hurt me, I had become friends with Morgana and we spent a lot of time together, chatting, reading, walking. She had the foresight not to put me and her servant in the same room at the same time, not because I could do something unpleasant, but because she cared about my suffering, and had the sensibility of not throwing in my face that my husband was in love with another. A woman who had nothing in common with me and whom I could never replace. No matter how hard I try, bringing him food when I know he doesn't have time to reach the room to sit at the table with us, no matter how hard I try to understand him, help him, to take away the burden that weighs on his shoulders, due to having to carry the crown one day. The only answer I get, in return, is the humiliation of seeing him smile and chattering amiably in public with Gwen. The same Gwen who now pours wine to him, blushing at something he's telling her, but that I, despite being by her side, can't hear.

-Do you like the party, dear husband?- I decide to ask, when the brunette walks away from him. Arthur turns to look at me for a single moment before returning to enjoy the show of the dancers in front of us while nodding his head

-A lot, wife. Thank you. Although I have to admit that I don't understand why you may have organised all this, when in the village many complain that they don't have enough food to feed themselves- his words hit me like blades. Merlin, who had approached us perhaps to say something to his master, freezes on the spot and takes a worried look at me. Sometimes it happened that he found me in some secluded corner of the castle, so as not to be seen while I was crying, and tried to console me. I sketch a smile at him looking at me with pity, holding back my tears and clearing my voice.

-This is why I asked for a party to be held in the village as well, so that everyone can celebrate the endeavours and successes of their future king, and can eat as they deserve. Now if you will excuse me I'm very tired, I think I'll go to rest- I just answer, I move the chair away and, without him deigning me of a look, I leave the room. One of the first things I asked, after understanding Arthur's feelings towards Gwen, was to have a bedroom of my own. My husband did not discuss my application at all and had me prepare rooms where I could stay, and where he comes to visit me when he has to fulfil his task. Over time, this room has become my refuge, and days happen when I don't go out at all, letting Elizabeth, my personal servant, bring me food. When I close the door behind me and lean against it to take deep breaths, I hear the sound of footsteps and then a hand knocking.

-(Y/N), it's me, dear. Open the door- Morgana's voice comes to me muffled by the wood, I hurry to dry my cheeks moistened by the few tears that escaped me and effort a smile as I open the door. She hugs me, right after closing the door behind her.

-Arthur is an ungrateful fool. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and you'll see if he won't bring you more respect soon. All the ladies have heard his answer and are doing nothing but comment- she whispers to me angrily, as she passes a hand through my hair to untie them from the hairstyle I had prepared specifically for him.

-It's all right, Morgana. There is no need for you to talk to him- I murmur away from his arms, before finding myself bent in two by pain, with broken breath.

-(Y/N), what's going on? I call someone right away, I'm going to call Gaius- exclaims the alarmed brunette, I try to tell her that there is no need, that in my condition it is normal, my mother always told me, to prepare me and not be scared, but from my mouth comes nothing but a moan of pain. Morgana, therefore, helps me sit on the bed and runs out. A few minutes later he returns followed by Gaius, but my pain is waning.

-I would still like to carry out checks, if it's okay with you- proposes the old man, and although I try to refuse, the princess insists that my health be checked and so some time later Gaius is confirming what until now for me was a hypothesis that I was hiding behind wider skirts.

-You are pregnant, my lady- her words are followed by a shocked verse of Morgana looking at me excitedly. With my heart in my throat I sit down

-I ask you, please, not to tell anyone. Not yet. I'll think about making the announcement. Please- I ask letting my gaze swing from one to the other. They both nod, understanding, and let me rest.

The next day I decide to stay in the room all morning, Elizabeth brings me food and Morgana comes to visit me to keep some company. She asks me to join them for dinner and I don't want to disappoint her. So I get ready, wearing one of my most beautiful dresses and, slowly, I walk to the room where we will eat. As soon as I enter I have just enough time to hear voices arguing before hiding so I can listen. The parlour is still empty, except for Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

-What do you want me to tell you, Morgana? We are married and I do my best with her, but I still don't know her so well- Arthur's voice is annoyed, I hear the sound of wine being poured and then Morgana talking.

-You could at least stop the rumours that are going around, you are the prince and she is your wife. You should bring her more respect- scolds him -if you knew how sad she was last night for how you addressed her, after spending the whole week organising that stupid banquet, also taking care that the people received part of the food so as not to upset them- she continues, stubborn. Arthur sighs and, before things can degenerate, I decide to fake my arrival as if I hadn't listened to anything.

-(Y/N), what a nice thing to see you. Tonight you look great! - exclaims Morgana, the first to see me. Merlin gives me a smile as Arthur turns to look at me and stands up coming towards me.

-I apologise for my behaviour last night, (Y/N), I should have been nicer to you- he turns to me as he moves my chair to make me sit down. I smile at him, pretending not to know that his words are only due to the half-sister' request, and I take a seat. When Uther also reaches us, we eat in silence. Morgana, sitting in front of me, throws looks at me smiling. She wants me to make my announcement but I don't feel ready yet.

-I think (Y/N) wants to announce something- she says out of the blue, I incinerate her with my eyes when everyone's eyes are on me. With my heart in my throat I rest my cutlery next to the plate and clear my voice, but when I open my mouth to speak my head starts spinning quickly and, when I try to get up, I lose my balance and fall. Arthur grabs me in time, preventing me from hurting myself and everything becomes very confusing.

I open my eyes again to find myself in a room that is not mine. I look around confused. I remember my head spinning like crazy and then everything went dark. I try to get up, recognising Arthur's room.

-Easy, you're still not strong enough to get up, Gaius said to be careful. That in your condition you shouldn't get tired- it's my husband's voice the first thing I hear, a few seconds later it appears in my field of view. Between his hands he has a tray full of food and puts it on my legs before arranging my pillow and asking me how I feel. As an answer I move the head up and down, scrutinising what's on the tray.

-I asked the cook to prepare your favourite dishes and brought them to you so you don't have to get out of bed- explains noticing my obvious confusion. I mention a smile before murmuring a thank you and drink some orange juice. Silence reigns for a few moments.

-Why didn't you tell me, (Y/N)?- Arthur asks while I'm chewing some meat. Judging by the sunlight it must be early afternoon. I feel disoriented and I would like to burst into tears in front of his disappointed look, so I down mine.

-I wasn't sure until the night of the party. When I returned to my room, an illness struck me while talking to Morgana and Gaius came to check my health. He gave me the confirmation and... I was thinking about the right way to tell you, the perfect opportunity. I didn't want to bother you as with the party- I murmur in a low voice, Arthur doesn't answer me right away, in fact he takes his place by my side, on the free side of the bed. Hunger has passed so I move the tray away but he puts it back on my legs.

-I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Ever since we got married, I've done everything to keep you away from me, hiding behind my duties, because I was afraid. I remember my father's suffering when my mother died, she accompanied him for much of my childhood, and even now when someone appoints her, sadness can be seen in his eyes. I didn't want us to bond sentimentally because I'm terrified that what happened to them could happen to us, I was convinced that if I kept you away... we could become friends and nothing more- he confides and when I look up, in the middle of his speech, I meet his gaze full of regret and sadness.

-But with Gwen you don't seem to be so terrified- I comment, playing with a piece of bread next to the meat still almost completely intact. Arthur watches me confused, for a few moments.

-Gwen?- he questions, in fact, before he widens his eyes as if he just understood and bursts out laughing. Is he making fun of me? With red cheeks from humiliation I take the tray off my legs again and get up, but he immediately stops the laughter, gets out of bed and runs to my side to stop me. When I try to push him away he grabs me by the arms and, taking advantage of my momentary weakness, imprisons me against his body.

-Please don't leave. There is nothing between me and Gwen. Believe me- he talks with his face a few centimetres from mine, my breath breaks, I look him in the eyes and I would like to believe him. With all my heart. But I can't.

-Don't make fun of me, Arthur, I see the complicity between you, and I hear how the women of the realm talk about you when they think I'm not listening. It's already quite humiliating like that, I don't need you to lie to me shamelessly- furious comment, I try to squirm again, but Arthur blocks my arms behind my back and, in doing so, our faces come even closer. I hold my breath, feeling my stomach upside down.

-There is nothing between me and Gwen, (Y/N)- he repeats, without taking his eyes off mine. I feel the mattress pressing against the back of my legs but I don't fall on it because Arthur is holding me against his chest. The intense look chained to mine, his fresh scent enters my nostrils, while the sun coming in through the window surrounds him almost as if he were an angel.

-So why are you always with her? You talk, laugh, why do you do with her what I would like you to do with me so much? Why do you let them talk about me in the realm like the unsuspecting stupid and betrayed wife? - I ask, breathless for the discussion but also for the closeness. Arthur breathes deeply before answering.

-I didn't think you listened to the rumours- he just murmur, with a bitter laugh I take advantage of his loosening his grip on me and forcefully push him away so I can leave, but he grabs me from behind, clutching me from the waist. My back against his chest, as he shakes my hands to hold me steady and weaves our fingers over my belly, where right now our baby is forming. He puts his forehead against my neck.

-Believe me, there is nothing between me and Gwen. She feels something for Merlin and I'm helping her conquering him- he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath gives me chills -and she helps me, because it's since you became my wife a month ago that I've been constantly torn between keeping you away to protect you and running to you to hold you in my arms, even if only to breathe your scent, which is so good. When you asked to have your private rooms I was about to deny it, I didn't understand why you wanted to stay away from me. Gwen explained to me that it was my behaviour that hurt you and, despite asking me to talk to you and clarify with you, I didn't listen to her and I was a fool. Please believe me if I tell you that there is nothing between me and her- add slightly tightening the grip around my body. I let myself go slightly against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder. I close my eyes, holding back tears of relief. It's not true that he loves Gwen.

-Can you forgive me? I promise that from now on I will spend all my time winning you back- he whispers moving his face from my neck and starting to leave kisses along my cheek and on my temple. I turn around in his arms and open my eyes to look at him. He is already looking at me, full of hope.

-You will put an end to the rumours that go around about us- I start talking, he nods. -And when we are in public you will never talk to me again like at the party- I add, he nods leaning his forehead against mine, murmuring a series of "I promise you". I place one hand on his chest.

-When I do something for the palace, I always strive to help the people as well. I would never have let them starve while we were feasting- I still talk, he squeezes me from the hips and inhales my scent

-I'm sorry, I was a fool- he murmurs against my ear, then leaves me a little kiss. -Will you go back to share the room with me?- he asks right after, a trembling breath escapes from my mouth.

-Yes, I'll be back to share the room with you. But until the baby is born, you will never leave me alone. I'm terrified- I whisper letting my fingers slip through his hair. He raises his face to look at me again and smiles.

-I will never leave you again, even when the baby is born. I promise- he whispers and waits for me to give him consent before kissing me. For the first time, since the wedding day, our lips meet in a sweet, delicate way, full of feeling, instead of hasty, during a relationship that once concluded will take us even further away. Arthur squeezes me against him, moaning in my mouth, and smiling in the kiss.

-But now eat, we don't want what happened last night to happen again, don't we?- he asks when he gets away from me and helps me get back to bed. I see him walking towards the door and I frown.

-Where are you going?- I ask when he is on the threshold, he turns to me without stopping smiling

-I’ll order to prepare your things to come back here. Then I will come to you and help you eat, you're still weak. And I will warn my father that for the rest of the day I will be here to take care of my wife and our future baby- his words warm my heart, and my stomach fills with warmth especially because he really does. He orders the servants to prepare my things, talks to his father and then comes back to me, letting me lean against his chest and feeding me slowly, until I eat everything he had brought. Since then the rumours circulating in court have ceased, and Arthur and I make up for lost time by being together every moment when he is not committed to his duties. Finally everything is fine.

[peotego]

bbc merlin masterlist

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Arthur Pendragon

⋙ Forbidden Part 2 Part 3  The One Where the reader is Merlin’s younger sister who cannot control her power. Arthur takes interest in her and can’t stay away even though Merlin warned him.

[pendragonsclotpole]

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

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

but imagine if he took up the last name pendragon.

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

ambrose pendragon.

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

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

because they’re looking for the wrong name.

[escespace]

Gwaine: Man, I'm fed up with these two, we have to do something.

Elyan: What are you talking about?

Gwaine: Arthur and Merlin and their stupid desperate flirting

Elyan: What? Flirting?

Gwaine: Are you blind?!!! Of course they flirt. If not, what would you call that?

Gwaine: *turns elyan's face to where Merlin and Arthur are being separated by Lance and Leon while they yell at each other*

Elyan: Social incompetence?

[blueberryflavoredfeelings]

IMAGINE THE MERTHUR MODERN AU

[danceyreagan]

Check out @theesirenteller a black writer Horror movies, King Arthur, The Mayans and so on.

Its so hard being a black women who likes fanfiction. Like there is just still so little representation. Even when things are “reader” they are coded for white people.

No one is running their fingers through my silky hair. Or brushing hair out of my eyes behind my ear. I have an afro and when I dont its in twists. Also, black women dont really let people touch or play in their hair.

I dont have pink nipples.

I dont blush. My skin will not turn red no matter how hard Im blushing.

Now I thought it was hard in the Peaky Fandom. But there are some amazing black fic writers here and likely more have emerged since I havent been active in the fandom for a few years.

Trying to read Kpop fan fiction, its even harder to find representation.

If you are in any of the fandoms below, please comment or reblog with your fave black fanfic writers.

Mine are

@btsqualityy

@kimnjss

@panjakes

@laketaj24

@xxdearlybeloved

[tired3mrys]

What if one day Merlin had just woken up and decided to reveal his magic. However to do so he just uses it as he would if it was legalised and gaslights Arthur (and everyone else) into believing he had been doing things this way all along

[hoteldreamss]

Imagine || king arthur

Артур не знал, что ему делать с его новой женой. Ты была отстранённой, холодной и явно не считала Артура таким же невероятным, как считали другие. Он был королём, если раньше женщины проявляли к нему лёгкую симпатию, то сейчас были особенно настойчивы, даже статные дамы.

Хотя и брак был вынужденным, почему-то Артур верил, что сможет стать хорошим мужем, а затем и отцом. Но ты видимо считала иначе. К счастью или нет, ты не забеременела после вашей первой и брачной ночи. Хотя эта ночь была ужасна не только для тебя, но и для короля, который стал твоим мужем.

Он никогда не думал, что попадёт в столь унизительное положение. Но по итогу, мало того, что Артур долго не мог прийти к возбуждению, заставляя тебя чувствовать себя нежеланной, а его самого не способным, затем он наполнил тебя, когда и минуты не прошло. Хотя для себя он нашёл объяснение в том, что всё это было не по его душу, а ты была девственница, как и полагается принцессе, всё равно ему было стыдно.

И то, что ты избегала его уже вторую неделю не сделало всё проще. Благодаря слугам, он знал где ты и как. Они рассказали, о том, какой грустной ты выглядишь все эти дни, рассказали о том, что ты ни с кем не подружилась, и что просишь их меньше беспокоить себя.

Он чувствовал себя ещё хуже. Думал, что теперь он и ужасный муж. Он хотел дать тебе пространство, а по итогу, заставил чувствовать себя одиноко.

— Моя жена, — его голос мягкий и бархатный, он привлекает твоё внимание, и ты сразу поворачиваешь голову в его направлении.

— Мой король, вы чего-то хотите от меня? — интересуешься ты, следя за своим мужем взглядом, когда он обходит тебя, спокойно и держа руки за спиной.

Ты выглядела умиротворённой сидя в этих садах. Тихое пение птиц и шум от фонтана также заставлял тебя приходить к спокойному состоянию.

— Всего лишь узнать как вы себя чувствуйте и всё ли необходимое у вас есть? — Артур садится рядом с тобой.

Он не знал, как должен прийти к теме огромной ледяной стены между вами, которую ты не стремилась разрушать. Ему даже казалось на небольшой миг, что тебе хотелось этого пространства между вами.

Один из его друзей и рыцарей круглого стола, сказал ему, чтобы он наслаждался. Не все "навязанные" жёны могут так отдаляться и давать столько свободы. Но Артур не видел во всём этом ничего хорошего, и он уже давно пресытился всеми женщинами, которые вытворяли либо невероятные вещи для его ��довольствия, либо просто были хорошенькими. Теперь он был королём и уже давно хорошо вжился в эту роль. И он хотел чего-то серьёзного, кого-то хорошего, надёжного рядом с собой.

— Я сыта, моя кровать очень мягкая, а платья и украшения кажутся дорогими и красивыми, поэтому, мне не на что жаловаться, мой король.

Он хмыкает, замечая, как ты называешь его. Ты очень редко обращался к нему «муж» или по имени, хотя он сказал, что ты можешь это делать.

— Я рад, что вы ни в чём не нуждаетесь. Но как вы себя чувствуете?

— Если вас интересует, не разбухает ли мой живот от вашего наследника, то нет, моё чрево пусто.

Артур не имел это в виду, не только потому что уже знал об этом, но и потому что он хотел знать как ты. Как твоё настроение и какие мысли тебя посещают.

— Что ж, это прискорбно, но я уверен, что мы исправим это в скором времени, — стоит ему закончить, как он чувствует себя идиотом, а твой взгляд наполнен замешательством и даже осуждением. — Но я хотел бы знать, хорошо ли вам в замке? Беспокоит ли вас что-нибудь? Или желаете ли вы что-нибудь особенного?

Ты слегка хмуришься и Артур находит это очаровательным. Каким бы уже испорченным он не был, ему всё равно удавалось находить прекрасное и что-то невинное в тебе. Хотя ты и была таковой. Ты была другой, до того, как явилась в Камелот.

— Я ни в чём не нуждаюсь мой король, — произносишь ты.

Этого было бы достаточно и ты уверена, что Артур просто встанет и уйдёт оставив тебя наблюдать за утками плавающими в пруду.

— Если вам что-то понадобиться, моя жена, то сообщите мне. — Он не может больше придумать повода завести с тобой беседу, и ты явно не желаешь его присутствия рядом, поэтому Артур решает просто уйти.

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Как бы это не было прискорбно, но до него доходит, что он должен быть достаточно прямолинеен и мил с тобой одновременно. Потому что ты пытаешься стать всё дальше и дальше. Ты отказывалась от совместного ужина. И в прошлый раз тебе это удалось, но не теперь.

Артур лично приходит к твоим покоям. Охрана пропускает его в твою спальню, и цветочный запах сразу проникает в его лёгкие. Он оглядывает обстановку, замечая множество цветов, должно быть поэтому ты так много проводила в саду, однако король не находит тебя. Тогда он продвигается чуть дальше, в ту часть комнаты, которую прикрывает тюль.

— Т/И! — Он решает сначала окрикнуть тебя, надеясь не проявить неуважение к тебе. Но этого было недостаточно.

Артур застаёт тебя в ванной. Обнажённой, вода блестит под танцующим пламенем свечей, твои волосы небрежно собраны вверх, а глаза становятся похожи на глаза лани. Ты явно встревожена и не знаешь, что ожидать от своего мужа. Хотя Артуру и нравится, то в каком положении он тебя застал, его голова наполняется порочными мыслями, заставляя его немного сжать челюсть. Он не хочет вредить тебе или пользоваться своим правом мужа, хотя он уверен, что любой из его знакомых взял бы тебя, нежно, уговаривая или грубо и резко не интересуясь твоим желанием.

Артур не сделает этого.

— Я не хотел тревожить тебя, — произносит он. — Но слуги передали мне, что ты не можешь прийти на ужин, снова.

— Да, я подумала, что моё присутствие необязательно.

— Это ужин для нас, дорогая жена. — Артур делает пару шагов и замечает как ты меняешь позу в воде, ещё больше пытаясь прикрыться. — Я хочу узнать тебя. И наши ужины должны стать регулярными. Поэтому, я надеюсь, что ты составишь мне компанию.

Ты продолжаешь смотреть на него, как испуганный олень. Но он лишь уходит, давая тебе понять, что просто хочет увидеть тебя через пару минут.

И ты вздохнув, вылезаешь из ванной. Вода стекает по твоему замерзающему телу, пока ты не вытираешь его мягким полотенцем. Во всяком случае, ты надеешься, что еда будет вкусной.

[sneakyboymerlin]

Merlin is kind of like a dog to Arthur. I mean this in all of the good and all of the bad ways.

[deuteragonist1]

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

[cortex-rampage]

I find the way that BBC Merlin set up Merlin's powers in the first episode to be quite funny. I mean, we see this sort of lanky guy and it is established that he is Merlin and (according to our own common knowledge) therefore he is the most powerful warlock ever. Okay, cool. One might assume that he has come to Gaius to develop his powers, that maybe he's only in the beginning of his magical journey. But instead the exposition shows Merlin, in the pilot episode of this 5 series show, stop time and employ levitation to save someone's life with magic, and then it is announced that prince Arthur is essentially his soulmate, and their joint power will create the most glorious age Camelot has ever seen. Quite an exciting set-up. And then for the rest of the entire show this man who we know possesses TIME-ALTERING POWERS mostly uses them on-screen to do common chores and annoy and prank THAT SAME Arthur. Like that one post said, "All of it's destiny and all of it's his fault." :p

[unhingedmess]

merlin & arthur, in camelot: we made it!

knight, left behind for the umpteenth time: do i mean nothing to you?

part 2

part 3

[pendragonsclotpole]

this is probably me just hitting peak insanity after scrolling on this website for too long but like

whoever had the brilliant idea of making the well-known old merlin character into a young man (younger than arthur, mind you, and upending the stereotypical mentorship role characteristic of the legend!) and basing the entire story on the bond (romantic! i will die on this hill) between merlin and arthur and THEN MAKING IT WORK was a genius

like imagine if 500 years from now when an ip like harry potter is public domain and ubiquitously known as a tale of magic, someone just straight up decides to rewrite the story by de-aging dumbledore and making him the same age as Harry and then writing an entire story based on their bond.

we’d all freaking look at them like they were crazy