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@theelectusrex​ ; cont.

     Merlin hadn’t meant to run off after the proposal. But it had been abrupt and out of nowhere and he’d been overwhelmed. He’d never imagined Arthur proposing to him in such a public setting. Having everyone watching them had his cheeks and ears turning warm. After keeping to himself in the stables for a time, he returned to Arthur, ready to accept the proposal. Because no matter how it happened, he would have accepted it either way.

     “Of course I mean it. I know I ran off before … ,” He wrung his hands in his brown jacket a bit, knowing he was still a little anxious from the days events. “I want to marry you. You just … caught me off guard is all.” And in front of all of those people too. He should just used to it honestly. “I love you, Arthur. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else at my side. You are my destiny.”

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@thelegendofemrys​ ; cont.

      Arthur doesn’t know how he never saw it, all the moments where Merlin had defended him or protected his knights against oncoming slaughter. Merlin was braver than them all and he found himself growing angry sometimes when he realized how much Merlin had gotten away with, with no explanation and no credit before. It wasn’t Merlin himself that he was angry at these days. Not anymore. No he was angry at himself for being so blind and oblivious. He’d always thought of Merlin as the one to protect, to keep out of harms way because he was so clumsy and clueless, but he realized that maybe he was the clueless one.

      As Merlin started to walk out of his chambers, Arthur grabbed at him, not wanting him to go. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered at him. Every day he was learning some new detail to his past that all ended up added to Merlin being the savior, something he’d never thought possible. He stared into those blue eyes, noticing that Merlin looked startled. Perhaps he should not have been so forceful with him. Granted, Merlin could easily push him off with his magic should he have chosen to.

     Lifting a hand, Arthur caressed Merlin’s cheek like a lover might. And wasn’t that a thought? He knew how he felt for Merlin, had known for some time. Not that he’d ever voiced such thoughts. That in part was why he’d been so hostile toward him for years. “You really have been at my side all of these years, haven’t you? Never once seeking credit, doing more than any of my knights. You deserve a title yourself, you know.” His thumb brushed along Merlin’s cheekbone, having longed to do this very action for years, he was taking the chance now before Merlin pulled away from him. “I am sorry for the way I’ve treated you. You deserve as much, if not more respect than one of the nobles at court.”

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@peepingtoad​ | cont. 

‘Winning’ has always been subjective, in her opinion. It’s because she’s always got an ulterior motive, right?  Though, sometimes what that motive is, exactly, isn’t even clear to her. People interpret it how they will, anyway. She doesn’t mind, either way!

At this point, Madoka’s barely been looking at her cards, anyway. It’s not like she suggested strip poker expecting to win- especially not with her luck, and especially not with her recklessness. Still, layer by layer that she’s had to strip off for him, she’s barely complained- or even frowned. Nudity isn’t a problem for her, fitting for her active and hypersexual nature. Her hand isn’t really bad, either. It’s a shame he folded, since she might have had a shot. But... guess she’s just gotta know when to fold ‘em (hold ‘em, when to walk away & when to run). She places her cards atop of the pile without showing him, and pushes them over toward him to handle shuffling. It hasn’t been explicitly mentioned by her, but she isn’t coordinated enough to do it efficiently- and... to be honest, it’s not like she’s ever really had many people to play cards with, given nobody wants to actually sit down with her past intel or sex.

Maybe it’s intentional, how quiet she’s keeping- giving less time to think, and more time to stare. -And the confirmation comes in the form of relaxed, knowing eyes when he takes off his shirt. Frustratingly, she isn’t focused on his body, though, nor the ‘smoulder’ he so generously gives her. That stare seems to be heavily reserved for his shirt where it lays, and with her hands free from the cards, she’s wasting nearly no time in picking it up and bundling it excitedly in her arms. Burying her face in it. 

“Hh, I can smell you all over this! Aah, so COOL! I’m totally gonna borrow this for, like, ten minutes--                                          ...In the bathroom!” 

Well, the point is pretty obvious, when she says it like that.        “Ooh, Mister Shirt’ll meet my vibrator!” Aaand there’s the shameless overkill.

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@theelectusrex​ ; cont.

     Merlin had drifted off on Arthur’s side, snuggled close and sleepy as they sat there together. When he woke up sometime in the early morning, he yawned and looked around. Had Arthur carried him to bed? His cheeks warmed a little at the thought, but he looked over to find Arthur there next to him, fast asleep. Smiling softly, he rolled to his side and pressed a gentle kiss to Arthur’s shoulder. He’d let him sleep a little longer. Merlin wasn’t his servant anymore, but he often tended to similar serving duties anyway. He changed his clothes, which was mainly changing into another similar outfit to the one that he normally wore and he left to go tot he kitchens, where the cook swatted at his hand as he got a tray of food for himself and Arthur. “It’s for the King!” He protested as he hurried out. Despite being officially courted by Arthur and engaged too, he was still treated much the same which truth be told he didn’t mind too much. Upon returning to Arthur’s chambers, Merlin called out, “Rise and shine, Sire! I’ve brought breakfast.” Sire was also not necessary but old habits were hard to stop. He went to the bed, finding Arthur beginning to wake. “Hey, sleepyhead, good morning.” Leaning over, he kissed him on the cheek. “Y’hungry? I’ve got food.”

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@thelegendofemrys​ ; cont.

    Arthur was certain that what he’d said had been perfectly clear and yet he wished he hadn’t said it at all. He’d been admiring Merlin as he worked at his desk and was thinking about how the nobles were all worrying about the fact that he hadn’t had an heir yet, not that that would happen as he was with Merlin, and then the words just tumbled out of his mouth. His face was warming and he avoided looking at the warlock as he hastily scribbled on his parchment, which would have to be redone later as it was quite messy handwriting. Oh, why did his brain have to have him go saying something like that? Merlin would never let him hear the end of it.

    “I said nothing!” Arthur snapped. “That wine is getting to your head.” That wasn’t fair. Merlin hadn’t been drinking much yet, though he wouldn’t put it past him to be a lightweight. Then again, since becoming Court Sorcerer, he had seen him drinking it more these days. Cheeks reddening more, Arthur amended with, “I said I want an heir.” Oh God, that sounded even worse, didn’t it? “Just … never mind. Something the nobles said. It’s not important.” It was important, but this was not something he had intended to discuss with Merlin on this night. If ever really. It was a conversation they’d clearly avoided since they started being involved romantically and he wished the damn nobles hadn’t been bothering him so much about it lately.

[hustlingbunny]

@hustlingcanid

◘ - “  Holding my carrots hostage won’t bring your Perfectly sweet cake back.. ~  “

       Though... just in case he was going to do that, she wrapped her arms         around the canine the best she could, smirking up at the predator.

        After a while of meeting gazes with one another, she spoke again.

       “  Okay.. I didn’t throw it out...                      I just... can’t seem to find where I left it.  “

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@dragcnsdaughter​ ; cont.

     Merlin hoped to find more dragon eggs, more than anything. After finding and meeting Daenerys, Merlin knew it was their destiny to bring about the age of dragons again. She’d already had three of them, by some miracle she’d hatched them on her own with fire and blood. There was another way, one he was wanting to show her. Maybe new dragons would be more obedient with a dragonlord to guide them. “I know that. Stars, I do know you will make anything possible, Daenerys. I believe you.” He hadn’t believe in anything in such a long time, not until they’d met. “I have hope. We will find these dragons. It has been Seen, it has been Foretold. Typically I would not believe in such nonsense, but I have seen too much not to. They should not be too much farther from here. And once we find those eggs, we will bring them home.”

[magicitselftm]

@theelectusrex ; cont.

     Merlin hadn’t entirely known what he was thinking when he pinned Arthur against the nearest wall in his chambers, only that he wanted to be near him. The day had been dull and long and they’d hardly gotten to see each other since Arthur was busy working on reforms and Merlin tending to his chores. He expected to go in for a kiss first, so he was surprised when Arthur did instead, pleasantly so. He pressed up against him, making sure Arthur was pinned in place as he deepened the kiss, tongues tangled in a tango that only they could know about. His whole body thrummed with a delighted energy at the feeling of having Arthur near. It seemed that they were making up for lost time.

      “Well hello to you too,” Merlin said, breathless when he finally did part from him, only to rest his forehead to Arthur’s. “I would have done that ages ago if it meant this,” he added with a cheeky smile. “Are you done for the day? Because we could certainly do with making up for more lost time.”