Arthur W,X,Y,Z
Last letters for Arhtur! Keeping Zenith unpublished till the very end was a real test of will, but that’s my great ending.
Thank you @dreishika-is-practicing for the request, it was so much fun to do!
That’s also the last alphabet-related post, thank you all for your requests!
Enjoy!
W eak point What is their weak point.
Call him “My King” and he is yours.
Please not abusing your powers.
X Random HC of mine.
Arthur spontaneously captures you to dance whenever he has the opportunity.
Your favorite song is playing on the radio while making breakfast? Knife aside, the kitchen is now a ballroom!
You have to pass a long, empty corridor? Why not make it, dancing in his arms?
If you can't dance, don't be afraid, Arthur will gladly teach you.
Y ear How they see the relationship in the future.
Isn’t it oblivious? HAPPILY. EVER. AFTER.
But seriously, Arthur always portrays you two in your own small kingdom, with 2-3 heirs around. You have everything you dream about: the most beautiful clothes and jeweler, and the dining room table bends with food.
Arthur, on the other hand, doesn't need much, 8 armors, 5 pureblooded horses and 3 villages are enough for him.
Just kidding, for him it doesn’t matter how your shared apartment looks like, as long you are with him, that’s his kingdom.
Z enith How will the end of the relationship look like.
The iron door creaked hollowly, moved for the first time in ages. The sunlight fell in a narrow band to a place long forbidden to him, and a tall, horned figure stood on the threshold. The Devil. He cast a cynical glance of his red eyes at the ruined hall and waved the agitated dust and the smell of stale room away from his face.
Walked in long strides through the throne room of the former kingdom, whose days of glory remained only in torn tapestries. And every step left fiery traces in the stone floor.
He climbed the broken steps and stopped in front of the old throne and the figure sitting on it. Knelt before the old king, not to pay tribute, but only to glare at with a hellish glare. His eyes lingered on the cross on the hilt, the cross of the Knights of Sol, the guardians of the weaker and the liberators of souls burning with endless flame. This blade has long forgotten what it means to fight on behalf of those who are unable to. He would forever remain in the dead grip of the old king, serving as his eternal support.
He rubbed the moss on the steel with his thumb, revealing the noble name of the blade. Excalibur.
"What happened dumbass?"
The stone lids twitched to reveal the old king's dull irises. Their former splendor and strength are gone, leaving only a memory of what once was.
"The Queen," croaked a long stagnant throat, "she is gone."
Shinra scratched his neck, sighing heavily
He knew breakups could be tough, but what was left of Arthur was no longer Arthur. Even he began to feel sorry for him.
He shoved away the dirty dishes scattered over the blanket so he could sit down and nudged his friend. The captain advised to give him time to get used to the breakup, but from that day on, Arthur had become a useless puppet whose strings had been cut off. He couldn't even go on a mission with them, as Excalibur became no more than a pocket knife.
"Maybe ..." he began, pressing his shoulder against his friend. “Maybe you should go meet her. Try again. "
"It's pointless." The fair-haired man turned his head away, not looking in his direction. "She is gone."
"C'mon!" Shinra jumped up from the mattress and stood on his legs wide apart, fists on his hips. "What are you peasant or king of the knights ?!"
Arthur shot him a grim look through the hair, but didn't answer.
"That's how you treat the queen?! Surrendering in her case after the first adversity?! " continued the friend. "Go! Fight for her! "
Fight for her.
For her.
The dead air sounded with a solemn game of fanfare and cheerful shouts from the spectators. The bright afternoon sunlight fell into the darkness of the room, and a sudden gust of wind forced in flower petals, showered by the inhabitants under the hooves of mounts carrying knights on their backs. It will start soon.
Tournament.
Arthur jumped up, grabbed Excalibur, and draw a cerulean blade that gleamed more forcefully than ever before. A fire hotter than the Devil's own hell fires lit up in the azure eyes.
She is his Queen and he will fight for her.
The knight rushed to the door, ready to rush to the chosen one of his heart, but a clawed paw stopped him.
"Arthur, pants," Shinra sighed, handing him the clothes.
“Ah yes, my armor. Help me put it on quickly, squire! "
"What?!"
Now tell me dear reader, will our knight win this tournament, or will the lady of his heart give her handkerchief to another?