Prompt - “There are rumours about us.” “I know. I spread them.”
Arthur was a Prince, born as the heir of Uther Pendragon and expected to rule as King of Camelot one day. Arthur was a man with expectations heavier than the world thrust upon him and he bore it with honour, without complaint.
You were nothing but a servant, your only expectations were to complete your duties and bring enough money home to make sure there was food on the table at night. You weren’t destined for greatness, you were not even a footnote in the lives of the richer and yet somehow…somehow you’d manage to capture the Prince of Camelot’s attention without even meaning to and now you were somebody.
You still weren’t destined for anything legendary but now you had the eyes of those with a legacy to make on you. Arthur was intrigued by you, for what reason you hadn’t figured out yet but Arthur liked you enough to add you to his personal staff, trusting you as much as he did Merlin and you recognised that for the honour it was.
Right now you found yourself hiding away from your duties in Arthur’s chambers with Merlin, both of you had made yourself comfortable on Arthur’s bed, picking at a bowl of grapes that lay between you.
“When are you going to tell Arthur you’re pathetically in love with him?” Merlin asks lazily before popping a grape into his mouth and you roll your eyes, knowing the peace couldn’t last long.
“Why must you always ask this stupid question?” You sigh but there was no real heat to your voice, not after years of hearing and answering it. “Arthur is a Prince and I am a servant, there will never be anything between us.”
“Well I heard differently.” Merlin grins and you can feel a smile tugging at your own lips.
“Just because we can’t ever be together doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with it.” You laugh but before Merlin can say anything the door opens and you both look over to see Arthur standing in the doorway, an unimpressed look on the man’s face as he looks between you and Merlin laying on his bed.
“You two are insufferable.” Arthur says exasperated, closing the door and entering his chambers, shrugging his cloak off. “Really, how the two of you have a job is beyond me.”
You just beam at Arthur and Merlin laughs, standing from the bed and helping Arthur out of his chainmail.
“I heard something interesting today, YN.” Arthur says conversationally once he was in his regular clothing. “There are rumours about us.”
Arthur gives you a look, raising his eyebrow at you like he knows you were somehow involved and daring you to deny it, though as you beam over at him, still having not moved from your place on his bed, his face softens.
“I know. I spread them.” You tell him with a grin, watching as a smile pulls at his own lips despite how much he tries to fight it.
“You’re insufferable, you know that, don’t you?” He told you, coming over to lay on the bed next to you and Merlin takes that moment to politely excuse himself, grinning at you like the idiot he was as he left.
“Is it such a terrible rumour?” You laugh and Arthur rolls his eyes, though his smile falls slightly as he shifts closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and you froze for a moment before letting yourself relax against Arthur’s side.
“It is when we both know how we feel,” Arthur murmured and you felt your eyes widen, glad that he couldn’t see your face. “It is when I hear the maids whispering about me and you and I want nothing more than for their words to be real.”
You blink once, eyebrows knitting together as you shift so you’re still pressed against Arthur but now you can look up at him and he softens as he looks at your expression, reaching out to cup your face gently in his calloused hand.
“Tell me you don’t wish their words were true too.” Arthur murmured, his head dipping closer to yours and you felt your breath htich.
“Arthur,” you breathed out, your gaze falling to Arthur’s lips before meeting his eyes.
“Tell me you don’t feel the same way I feel, YN. Tell me it doesn’t kill you everytime my father brings a Princess to the palace for me to meet, tell me you don’t think about me when you’re dragged to the tavern, tell me you don’t wish I wasn’t a prince or that you were a princess.” Arthur murmured and you couldn’t tell him any of that because he was right, you wished it all but apparently so did he.
“Arthur,” You whispered, apparently the only word you were capable of saying but Arthur didn’t seem to mind.
“Tell me not to kiss you.” Arthur whispered and you stayed silent, mentally pleading with whatever god was out there to have mercy, to let you have this, whatever this was, even if it only lasted for this moment.
Arthur smiled at your silence, bringing your face up to meet him halfway and you let him. You let yourself have what you’d been dreaming about for years, let yourself forget about titles and destinies and let yourself sink into the kiss, practically melting against Arthur and kissing him back, smiling slightly into the kiss.
“Wanted to do that for so long.” Arthur murmured against your lips and you nodded slightly.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long.” You laugh slightly, blinking up at Arthur, still not able to believe he’d actually kissed you but you knew the moment couldn’t last and so did Arthur.
“In another life I’d make you mine, I hope you know that.” Arthur told you, voice heavy with regret. “In another life the rules would be damned, in another life, Gods YN, we would be so happy.”
“But not in this life?” You whisper and you already knew the answer because despite how much love you felt for Arthur, despite how much he seemed to like you, it didn’t matter.
“I want nothing more, believe me when I say that. But it would not be fair to you, you deserve to be loved loudly, to not be hidden away as a secret. You deserve somebody who can give you the world and I can’t do that.” Arthur told you, voice shaking and you felt your own eyes stinging.
“I hope we get everything we really deserve in that other life.” You whispered, voice soft and small and Arthur pressed a kiss to your forehead and stayed like that for a little while because what else was there to say?
Sweet headcanons of how known characters would act as your boyfriend and significant other. Written as original content/my version of the characters.
Characters: Merlin, King Arthur, Mad Hatter, Captain Hook, Peter Pan, Jack Frost, Magic Mirror, Count Dracula, Mr Darcy, Mr Bingley, and Colonel Brandon.
(Warnings: fluff, romance, and words of endearment. I wrote more than intended...
Word Count: 2,224 words)
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Merlin, the great sorcerer of legends, would court you with all of his heart. Of all of his responsibilities, he never neglected you. Flora around your home always flourished, animals were eager to see you, and there was never a day Merlin did not find a way to communicate. Love letters delivered by singing birds greeted you on especially busy days. Small notes found their way into your home with words that made you nearly melt from the love poured into them. When Merlin did spend time with you must be prepared for the most tender gestures. He showed affection through action, completing any chores for you through magic and helping where he could.
"My love, please sit down," Merlin pulled out a chair for you.
"I must finish the laundry."
"Allow me." He kissed your temple and he worked his magic to compete your chores while he peppered you with kisses.
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King Arthur of legend held a special place in his heart for you and cherished every moment he had in your presence. He never thought he could love someone as he did you. Someone he could trust, open up to, and be himself with. Shoulders strong enough to hold up a kingdom, King Arthur let you know whenever he had the chance that he supported you just as much. Being king did not mean he would neglect courting you with every ounce of affection. Between meetings and having counsel, Arthur would personally go find you for whatever you desired. Whether it be horseback riding, impromptu dancing, or hiding away from everyone to breathe.
"Are you certain I am not keeping you from anything important?" King Arthur inquired as he lead you by hand into a secret room.
You shook your head. "Nothing of importance, my king."
Standing before you, he took up both of your hands and kissed each of them tenderly. A gesture he was only inclined to perform in privacy. Too intimate for a busy hallway in Camelot.
"Then may I inquire if I may have the honor of one of your sweet kisses?"
"You may," you whispered and delighted in seeing your beloved smile.
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The Mad Hatter was head over heels and mad for you, of course. There were hats specifically with you in mind, whether for you or not, that were quickly filling up a sitting room in his home. All beautiful and bursting with creative flare. No matter the weather, tea was always prepared and ready with your favorite treats each afternoon. If you arrived early, Hatter would be all a buzz and rushing to settle you in a proper seat. Tea might not be ready, but he fussed over you and your comfort. Always kissing your hand whenever he had to pass by you. Which were many if he had to continuously bring in the necessities for tea while you sat waiting.
"Too early. Too sweet," Hatter rambled from the kitchen.
"Do you need any help, Hatter?"
His head popped into the room at the curved doorway. "No need, my dearest! Sit. Sit. You are my guest. No lifting a single delicate, scrumptious finger!"
"Scrumptious?"
Hatter wiggled his eyebrows and zipped back into the kitchen.
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Captain Hook was famously known across the Never Seas as a fierce pirate and for his formal manners. The pirate captain would take no ill words about you lightly nor would he like hearing his crew speak too much of you. There was room for one pirate in your heart and Hook let everyone know it. Especially you.
"Now, my dear, where should our next heading be?" Captain Hook lead you to his map table with the side of his hook pressing against your lower back.
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere you desire." He clarified, running his hook up and down your back affectionately.
Your fingers skimmed across the surface of the colorful map. Finally landing on a small island.
"Ah. Marvelous choice, my dear."
"Is this not the island with a private pool of water?"
He chuckled deep in his throat, "That it is."
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Peter Pan was known for not growing up and keeping his childhood alive. Freedom over his life aspired him to do everything and anything he thought of. That was the fun of being Peter Pan. No matter how tall he had gotten from many visits to the mainland, he vowed never to do grown-up things. Such fun, for him, only expanded when he was able to share it with someone. As time passed, he found his someone in you. You were the unexpected adventure, the riddle within his games, and the one who shook up what he considered someone of your age to be. Never Land lead you two into a bond Peter would never admit out loud to anyone. Why would he? It was against the lore of Pan. It would shock every pirate sailing the Never Seas. But Peter could tell you in his own way.
"Tomorrow we can go into the mountains. I've had fun there too."
"Oh?" You peered up at him as he lounged midair.
"Sure!" Peter gazed at you with bright excitement on his tan face. "There's a dragon."
"A dragon?"
"Uh huh. But don't worry I can handle her. You like dragons, don't yah?"
"I do."
"Good. Tomorrow we'll fly up and see if she's home."
"And... What if the dragon doesn't like me?"
Peter leaned in extremely close, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Who wouldn't like you?"
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Jack Frost traveled near and far across the globe. By wind and season. By weather and region. Jack visited you whenever his duties lead him close enough. Times a part were tough, however allowed that playful winter sprite to think of many ways of making up for lost time. He would work his magic and make sure the weather caused of free day for all. Together, anything could be a game or full of fun. As long as he could express his love, there wouldn't be any severe storms.
"Are you here to nip my nose, Jack?" You asked as you stood on the slick walkway and held junk mail in your hands.
"If you want me to." He grinned mischievously and flew around you slowly.
"Oh, whatever must I do?" You asked dramatically. "How will I go on from such an action?"
Matching your playfulness, Jack replied, "The only way...would be to nip me back."
"The scandal!" You teased.
"The fun."
Snowflakes floated around you in a silent dance.
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Magic Mirror could not go where he pleased nor do most activities, but he was ever devoted to you. The special person who found him and gave him a new home. You treated him as a person rather than an object. He always inquired after your well-being and took all the time to listen to you. Your relationship was unconventional to be sure, but it worked. Communication, unlike some, was never a problem.
"Magic Mirror on the wall, how can you be the sweetest of them all?" You inquired from your seat beside the wall.
"Sweet of taste, sweet of temperament, it is you who are all tender and benevolent. Not I. Trapped in a mirrored realm, I see all through the lands. It is only I who wish to hold your hands."
You sighed dreamily, "Your words are going to lead me to smudging lip marks all over your mirror again."
He laughed, deep hearty.
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Count Dracula was not the sort of being to leave his home frequently. If he met someone new, they came to his dominion not the other way around. Accustomed to his way of life and routine, Dracula's world spun when he met you. He had never been so captivated by someone and that caused a great deal of consideration. Of action. He found every reason to speak with you and once mutual affections were met, he never wished to be parted from you.
"My dearest, are you not yet tired?"
"Hmmm?" You flipped to another page in your current read.
Dracula set his hands on the back of the couch and whispered into your ear. "Are you unaware of the hours you have spent reading? The time is nearly two in the morning."
Your head finally popped up from between the pages and looked to the ornate clock on the side table.
"It's late."
The tone of surprise on your voice only endeared you to him more.
"That it is, my dearest. Perhaps you are a true creature of the night." Dracula pressed a kiss to your temple.
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Mr Darcy was not known to be big on words. Of course, he did speak. Most assumed he had want of manners. Who would think a man of ten thousand a year was shy? He did the best that he could, stepping out of his comfort zone in order to know you better. None of it was in his original plan by visitation, however your intelligent eyes captivated the gentleman. You found yourself too curious of him seeking you out to neglect conversation or decline him a dance. The more it continued the more people pitied you, misunderstanding him. With each meeting, you came to discover Mr Darcy was quite attached to you.
Reading in the sitting room of your cousin's house, you were alerted to a visitor at the front door. You continued reading two more lines, hoping you had time before the door opened to where you were occupied.
You did not.
The door opened to reveal the tall gentleman of your aquaintance as lead by a house servant.
"Mister Darcy." You stood immediately and ignored the heat rising on your neck.
He bowed as he greeted you. "Forgive me, I thought your cousins were home."
"No. They went into town."
"Oh."
"Please be seated," you gestured to an armchair.
"Thank you."
You sat opposite him on the couch, wondering greatly what he brought him there when you had seen him the night before at a dinner.
"Are you well?" He asked, hands clasped tight on his lap. Dark eyes cast elsewhere in the room.
"I am."
"And your family? Are they in good health?"
"From last I read from their letters, they are all quite well."
Mister Darcy nodded. Silent once more as he normally became when subjects for conversation were in short supply. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
Breaking the silence, you said softly, "It is good to see you, Mister Darcy."
Only then did his gaze meet yours.
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Mr Bingley easily liked most people. A social, well mannered, and happy gentleman who took notice of you quickly at a ball. No other had captured his attention so fully. Conversations followed naturally from then on. He was terribly eager to be in your presence. You, likewise, enjoyed his company. The only problem that ever arose was the number of his acquaintances longing to speak to him.
You rid your amused smirk behind the rim of a glass as you watched Mr Bingley weaved passed older gentlemen who wished to speak and mothers who desired his attention elsewhere.
Eyes brightened upon seeing you at the refreshment table and Mr Bingley made a path towards you.
"There you are," Mr Bingley smiled widely. "You have not forgotten our next dance, I hope."
"No," you returned his smile. "I have not."
"Good." He nodded before looking over the drinks and deciding he needed one. Angling more to you, he asked after taking a sip, "This is good, is it not?"
"I would say it is."
"Er..." He eyed the number of people venturing to the table. There was only so much shielding he could do before someone came close to bumping into you.
Catching his gaze, you made a slow turn in which he followed after you. "Parties are very lively when so many are well acquainted."
"Very lively indeed." His fingers brushed lightly against yours while you both headed to a less crowded room.
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Colonel Brandon was quite reserved, but deeply devoted to you. Everyone in your acquaintance knew he was quite attached to you. Many an older woman had commented on when they expected the Colonel to propose. Even with you both giving equal amount of attention to the other, it was rather difficult to share true privacy. Oddly, it was easier to come by when a gathering had more people.
Your shared friend threw another party, loving the liveliness and immediately inviting the pair of you. A not-so-secret plan to move your acquaintance with Colonel Brandon further along.
"Are you to treat us by playing the pianoforte this evening?" Colonel Brandon inquired after others had drifted off to gossip.
"Treat us?" You jested. "Why, should I be playing music for more than your enjoyment and mine?"
A small smile snuck its way onto his lips.
"Colonel, are you either too modest or too shy which prevents you from requesting a song?" You asked more playfully.
"I do not wish to push my hopes where they might fail upon another's."
"Then they will surely fail indeed with such little feeling. Come. Sit with me." You rushed over on light feet to the vacant pianoforte with Colonel Brandon following behind with a smile upon his lips.
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Can I request for Seven Deadly Sins x Reader (reader is a close friend of the sins) when the reader is left alone with Elizabeth in the Boar Hat because they have something to do but came back that the Boar Hat is packed with people because the reader is good at cooking and Elizabeth is helping and the Sins didn't know the reader can cook well and is earing a lot of money.
Hello! Thank you for requesting!
I hope this is of your liking, please let me know what you think!
The sins had to attend an emergency. A bunch of demons were attacking a nearby village.
You and Elizabeth stayed at the boar's hat with Hawk, in order to stay safe and help with the few customers popping up.
Without Ban on kitchen duty, you offer to cover his position, as Elizabeth kept her role of waiting table and Hawk just ate whatever leftovers you had.
Well.... the 2 customers soon left, and then 5 came. Then it was 16, 20, 26 - ish? None of you knew anymore.
By the time you have come to look around, the Boar's hat was packed!! Hawk said there was a line outside.
It was close to nightfall and you lowkey were praying that Ban would be back soon - you didn't know how he handle this!!
Your prayers were answered soon enough, when the sins arrived.
Meliodas stared the Boar's hat in awe - he never saw such a huge line!
Ban and King were beyond confused - what the hell was happening?
Escanor was concerned something happened - too many people and you and Elizabeth alone?
Diane was a mixed of excited and confused - she didn't know what was going on, but, hey a lot of customers!!
Merlin and Gowther were the most unbothered ones and also the first ones to enter.
As soon as the door opened, the noise of plates, cup and silverware filled the air.
Laughter could be heard along with a few " hey, sis, can you get me more of these?"
Merlin was the first one to notice and point out you were in the kitchen.
Seeing you sweating and clearly tired was enough to make Ban jump over the counter to help you.
You got startled, yet super happy to have his help.
Meliodas tried to talk with Elizabeth, but she was beyond busy.
So, he asked Hawk what was happening.
He explained to the sins that you started cooking duty due to Ban's absence. And people started coming in to eat the food.
Hearing this and noticing the commotion, Escanor also went to his post as a bartender.
Under Meliodas request, Diane, Merlin, Gowther and King helped out waiting tables.
Meliodas was helping Escanor at the bar.
The night flew by, all of you very busy!
Meliodas had to close due to the shortage of ingridients.
You were dead tired.
Most the group was.
After closing, the cleaning began and the chitchat also started:
Meliodas: " Sooo Y/N, what's up?"
You froze. You stumbled a small apology because now you had almost no food.
Of course, some was kept for you guys, but...
Ban grinned:
Ban: " What are you apologizing for~? "
Merlin laughed.
Merlin: "I have never seen this place so full."
Escanor agreed.
Meliodas laughed. He was happy that the business would be ok even if he was not there.
On in this case, if Ban is not there.
Everyone was pretty surprised, in a good way at how good your skills were.
Alas, a dreadful coment came from King:
King: " I'd say your cooking is better than Ban's"
Oh, why he said that?
Ban took this as a challenge.
So, the next day you had a small cooking challenge agaisnt Ban.
Of course, this only happened after some groceries shopping and hunting.
In the end of the day, they couldn't decide who cooked better - you or Ban.
You had different especialities and that made the choice completely difficult.
The only thing everyone was sure is that Meliodas is the worst cook ever.
You were ready for a truce, but Ban, not so much.
He said you guys should try with exotic ingridients.
Which made you cock an eyebrow in concern.
What exactly Ban considered exotic? A different fish? An unknown plant? some kind of desert creature?
You were scared of this proposal.
But all of the other sins agreed it would be interesting.
Until Meliodas suggested each one of them brought their own "exotic food".
A shiver went down on your spine.
Merlin promptly agreed. So did Gowther.
You sighed worried something very weird would pop-up.
Alas, King suggested you guys moved to a valley that had a bunch of things.
Elizabeth giggled at your worried face:
Elizabeth: "Y/N, at least it will take a while to get there..."
Hawk gave the last suggestion:
Hawk: "But wouldn't we need to fetch two of each item?"
Diane agreed.
But you realized something. We? what do you mean we?
It was then you realized Hawk and Elizabeth, even yourself and Ban were suppose to pick something. Oh great.
And so, off you guys went.
To buy more spicies before heading to this Valley.
Synopsis: Why would the King come to rescue a serving girl?
You'd been kept in that dingy dungeon so long that the hours bled together and you had no idea if you'd been gone for a few days or a few months. You weren't even sure how you got here. The last thing you remembered was someone tapping your shoulder and blowing something into your face. Then everything went black.
You were worried about your brother. You hoped Merlin wasn't running himself into the ground. Although it wasn't like you had much room to talk. You knew if it was the other way around, you wouldn't rest until you found your brother.
A key turning in a lock snapped you out of your trance, and you looked up as two figures raced into the room. "Merlin?" You whispered. He whipped around and spotted you huddled in the corner.
"Y/N!" He ran to you and pulled at your chains, cursing in frustration.
"Hold the chains tight." Merlin looked up at the man with him, before nodding and grabbing a handful of links, holding them taut. The man withdrew a long sword and held it over his head, before swinging it down on your chains. They split apart and your brother hauled you up. As soon as you were standing, you were wrapped in the other man's arms. He had his chin resting on the top of your head as you felt him sigh in relief. He was slightly trembling. "Thank God you're safe." You heard him murmur. Your head was suddenly tilted back, and before you could say anything the man's lips were on yours. You reflexively pushed him back, taking a couple steps away from him. He looked at you in confusion. "Y/N?"
"How do you know my name?" You asked. The blood drained from his face. "Did you tell him?" You looked at Merlin, whose eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.
"Y/N," The man tried again. "It's me." He said softly. "It's Arthur." Your eyes widened and his did too. You recognized the name.
"Your Majesty," You curtsied. "My brother shouldn't have burdened you with this. I apologize." His shoulders slumped.
"No," He waved your apology off, sounding hollow. "It's my duty to protect citizens of Camelot." He looked like he wanted to say something else, but a look from Merlin silenced him.
"Come on," Your brother gently led you out of the cell. "Let's get you home." You let him guide you, confused about how the King reacted.
...
As soon as you were back in Camelot and resting, Arthur had stormed off to his chambers. He made a beeline for the table covered in maps and reports, angrily sweeping it to the ground. He sat down and rested his head in his hands.
You didn't remember him. When you'd first been abducted, he was up all day and all night, trying to figure out exactly where you were and how to get you back.
But it still wasn't enough. In the end, he'd still lost you. He was grateful you were safe.
But at the same time, it still felt like you weren't home yet.
...
"Merlin?" You asked your brother as he fussed, fluffing your pillow and giving you water. He looked up. "Why did you bring the King with you?" He sighed, before reluctantly sitting down next to you.
"I didn't. He insisted on coming."
"What? Why?" You were bewildered. You were just a serving girl! Merlin sighed again.
"You'd have to talk to him." With that, he left you to rest, with more questions than ever.
...
As soon as you felt up to it, you wandered through the castle looking for Arthur. You needed answers, and you knew that he would be the one to give them to you. You knocked on the door.
"What?" Came a vicious reply. You hesitated, wondering if this was still a good idea.
"Your Majesty?" You called softly. "I was wondering if I could speak with you."
You heard some muffled curses, and a couple crashes before the door was wrenched open. Arthur looked haggard to say the least. Looking past him, you could see that the room was in total chaos.
"Y/N," He said softly. After an awkward silence, he cleared his throat. "Uh, come in," He motioned for you to come in. You stepped in, thanking him softly as you passed. You looked around the room. If it weren't for the mess, the room would've been lovely. There was a large four poster bed, but it looked like he'd only slept on the one side. There was a chest sitting at the foot of the bed, with a vase full of wildflowers sitting on top, along with Arthur's chainmail and a couple books. It was clear that there was more than one person living in the room. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked.
"Um, sort of. I'm just sort of confused about everything." There was no turning back now. "Why did you come for me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He asked in confusion.
"Well, I don't know." You shrugged. "I'm just a serving girl."
"Just a serving girl?" He echoed. "No, you're more than that." He reached out and stroked your hair. "You're so much more than that, sweetheart."
Sweetheart.
Your hands flew up to your head with a pained gasp. You heard Arthur say something, but he sounded too far away.
...
"Arthur, stop!" You shrieked as Arthur's arms were locked around you, holding you in place against his firm chest. He was pressing kisses all over your face and you giggled and tried to squirm away. "That tickles!" He chuckled against your skin, and pressed a kiss to your nose.
"But then I couldn't hear your laugh."
...
You woke up to feel a hand gently stroking your hair. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled sleepily at Arthur. He was propped up next to you, and he pulled you closer, rubbing your noses together with a smile.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
...
"I told you this would happen," You reprimanded him as you felt this forehead with your hand. He rolled his eyes as he stared up at you from his bed.
"Yes, but you were sick, and I wasn't just going to leave you."
"But who says I won't leave you?" His eyes widened and you laughed.
"You're joking."
"How do you know?"
...
You could tell from the way Arthur came in that he had had a rough day. You closed the book you were reading and got up. Arthur took off his chainmail, and just collapsed into your arms. You walked him over to the bed and sat down. He wordlessly laid his head on your lap, sighing as you stroked his hair.
"Bad day?"
"Mmhmm."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Mmm." You nodded. After a moment, Arthur mumbled something into your stomach.
"What?"
"I'll always protect you. I promise."
"I know you will."
...
"I love you sweetheart."
"I love you too."
...
"Sweetheart."
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Sweetheart.
Your eyes flew open, and the first thing you noticed was that you were laying in Arthur's arms.
"Arthur?" He looked down at you in concern.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?"
"Wow," You laughed softly. "You really let the room go while I was gone, didn't you?" He stiffened. He opened his mouth and closed it again a couple times, before he managed to choke a word out.
"Sweetheart?" You smiled as he pulled you closer, and a grin slowly started to stretch across his face.
"I missed you." He kissed you and held you tightly. You sat together on the floor, laughing and kissing and crying.
// Merlin (reverse 1999) x fem!reader x Pantalone (Genshin Impact).
But it's like the reader is a college nerd who plays both games in their dorm and one day they have both games open and they leave their room for a minute to get water and come back to Pantalone and Merlin going through their stuff yk yk then continue on from there.....
Summary: While teaching himself some new magic, Merlin mixes up the wrong potion. The result? The two of you end up switching bodies.
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This morning Arthur had left on a hunting trip with the knights, thus giving Merlin the rare opportunity to have a few hours to himself. The young warlock decided to make use of this free time by trying out a new potion from one of the books Gaius had given him. Merlin finished mixing the concoction together and poured it into a cup before murmuring a low incantation, his eyes flashing gold. He raised the cup to his lips, taking a careful sip. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. No...it wasn’t supposed to taste like that, according to the book. What had he done wrong? Merlin placed the cup back down on the table as he turned his attention back to the book, flicking through the pages. He was so engrossed in his task that he didn’t hear you enter the room.
“Ah, Merlin! Do you know where Gaius is? He’s been summoned and I’ve been run ragged trying to find him...” you trailed off as you came to a stop by the table, eying the inviting cup in front of you.
“I could use a drink, I’m so thirsty. You don’t mind if I have a sip, do you Merlin?” you lifted the cup to your lips without waiting for an answer.
Merlin’s eyes grew wide as he realised his blunder before he turned his panicked gaze to you. “No, don’t!”
But it was too late - the damage had been done.
“Ugh!” You set the cup down with a grimace, “that doesn’t taste like water.”
Merlin opened his mouth to respond to you, but you heard nothing. You were far too preoccupied with the strange feeling that came over you. You felt like you had been knocked off your horse with a lance - it was a peculiar sensation. You felt as if you were thrust back, then like you were falling, similar to the way your body would jerk when it was teetering on the edge of sleep. After what seemed like an age, you felt your feet hit solid ground. Which would have been a relief if you actually felt normal. You thought you heard Merlin groan next to you.
“Mmm...” You let out a sound of dissatisfaction as you lifted your hands to rub your temples. Your head was pounding. “I feel so weird...what on earth was in that drink? Why does my voice sound so odd?”
You lifted a hand to your throat, only for your fingers to come into contact with a very prominent Adam’s apple and a hint of stubble. You froze as your eyes grew wide. That wasn’t normal. You lifted your hands to your face, feeling over the structure of it before running your fingers through your hair. Only it wasn’t your face or hair that you were feeling - definitely not.
“Why does my chest feel so tight?”
Your eyes snapped over to the sound of the voice - your voice - and your heart just about leapt up into your throat at the sight in front of you. You were watching yourself - or at least your body - look very confused as your hands patted over your bound breasts. You felt the dread wash over you like a bucket of cold water, but you had to be sure.
“Merlin?”
You watched your body turn to face you, your face expressing the dread you felt.
“(Name)?”
Before you could even think to scream, Gaius entered the room. “Merlin! Perfect timing, I need you to go gather some herbs -“
“I’m not Merlin.” You interrupted the physician, in Merlin’s voice. In Merlin’s body.
Gaius raised an eyebrow at you until the real Merlin stepped forward and said: “I am.”
In your body. And your voice. Then Gaius raised both eyebrows.
It took a few minutes of explaining for the three of you to be on the same page. Once you overcame your initial shock regarding Merlin and his magical abilities, attention was drawn to the more pressing manner at hand - how to return Merlin and yourself back to your respective bodies. Gaius was sure that there was a book hidden somewhere in the library that would have the reversal spell needed to undo what had been done. Retrieving said book and finding the necessary spell would take time, however. So for now, there was a more pressing matter to sort at hand - the question of whether or not Merlin’s magical abilities had transferred out of his body along with him. Merlin insisted that a simple test would suffice - such as moving the pitcher of water on the table with your mind. Sure, it seemed simple enough…and then you set the table on fire. After watching Merlin (in your body) and Gaius scramble to put it out with wide eyes, the panic set in.
“Oh, no…I can’t go out there.”
“Don’t worry, (Name), I promise you’ll be fine.”
“No, no! Merlin, I can’t! What if something happens? They’ll kill you! I couldn’t live with myself if something happened-”
Merlin places his (your?) hands on your (his?) shoulders and the panic dies on your tongue.
“Nothing will happen. We’re going to be fine. My magic only works when I put intention and will behind it. Just keep yourself calm and all will be well. Trust me.”
“Merlin.” Gaius’ tone is straightforward and brooks no room for argument, “Go fetch the ingredients needed for the reversal spell. (Name) has run errands for my apothecary before, no one will question it.
Merlin nods, giving you a small, awkward smile that he probably intended to be comforting before leaving and Gaius fixes his eyes upon you.
“Follow me, we can’t afford to keep King Uther waiting. Don’t speak if you can help it, let me do the talking,” Gaius takes your (Merlin’s?) hand in one of his and gives it a gentle pat. “Merlin was right to tell you not to fret. He may have a penchant for magical mishaps, but he also is just as skilled as fixing them.”
You try to smile, but fear it comes out more like a grimace, “We better hurry. It’s been some time since I was sent to find you.”
“Yes, and if Fortune smiles upon us at all, the Prince will be too busy enjoying his hunting party to even think of returning before noon.”
With that, you follow Gaius out of the safety of his and Merlin’s quarters to make haste towards the throne room. For the first time in your life, however, dread fills you at the thought of setting foot in the throne room. Dread trickles down your spine and you feel like you’re being carted off to the dungeons instead.
Synopsis: Gwaine needs a distraction, and you know just what to do
Tags/Warnings: Gwaine/GN!Reader, unspecified reader genitals, smut, penetrative sex, teasing, making out, riding, mating press, rough sex, creampie
Word Count: 2024
Sneaking around with Gwaine wasn’t the most intelligent idea you’d ever had, but then between the two of you, intelligent ideas weren’t the most common. Besides, it was so much fun, and if there was anything that the two of you wanted it was to have a good time.
You gasped softly as Gwaine pushed you up against the castle wall, tucked away in a quiet, dim hallway leading to who knew where. His lips were on yours almost instantly, and you didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, one arm winding around his neck while the other reached to grip his hip, while his arm pinned you in, with the hand other firmly gripping your ass. It was messy, it always was, the clashing of teeth and grasping of greedy hands against clothed skin. You could have time alone of an evening if you really wanted it, both of you knew that, but where was the fun in that?
“You do something different today? I can’t seem to resist you.” Gwaine said when he briefly parted from you, parted lips slowly descending against the skin of your neck, wet kisses placed along the trail.
“You never can.” You replied with a laugh, slowly grinding one of your thighs against his crotch just to hear him groan.
“You might be right there.” He said, returning his lips to yours, eager tongue and teeth meeting yours.
“I always am.” You told him, but happily leaned into his embrace, allowing his tongue into your mouth.
You’d only been caught once, by Lancelot, who was thankfully the easiest person to be caught by. He assured you both that he wouldn’t tell anyone if that was what you wanted, but he reserved the right to tease both of you when it was safe to do so. You wouldn’t have it either way, and somehow you’d managed to become quite close friends with Lancelot because of it. When Gwaine’s hand ghosted over your crotch, you were surprised back into the present, a breathy moan escaping you unexpectedly.
“Oh sweetheart you can’t tease me like that.” Gwaine groaned, pressing his face against your shoulder, fingers still tracing your thigh, just short of where you wanted him to be.
“You can’t complain about teasing when you’re touching me like that.” You retorted, and he chuckled, then nipped the skin of your collarbone that was exposed before he reluctantly stepped back.
The two of you had only been there for a few minutes at most, and yet Gwaine looked utterly wrecked, more than normal. You took a second to absorb his appearance, noting how distant his gaze was, how distracted he seemed, and he was typically more talkative. More prepared to laugh together before you parted with a lingering kiss. A frown worked its way onto your face, and you reached out to gently cup Gwaine’s face, noting how he leaned into your palm. You pulled him back in, all the lust fading away in favour of care for the man before you. There was no label on the relationship that you had, but it was more than friends for certain. With your other hand, you took his and laced your fingers together.
“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, thumb swiping slowly over his cheekbone back and forth, a move you hoped was at least slightly soothing.
“Ah, it’s nothing really.” He replied, only making your frown deepen. You sighed and pulled Gwaine into a kiss so different from the others you’d shared, soft and sweet, a promise that you were here for him.
“Would you tell me if it was something?”
“Probably not.” He admitted.
“At least you’re honest. What do you need from me then?” You asked, watching as his eyes slowly dragged across your face, taking in each of your features one by one.
“A distraction.”
“That I can do. Come on, nobody is looking for us right? Come back to my rooms.” You said, tugging on his hand as if to pull him along.
“What if someone does come looking?”
“If you’re thinking about that, then you’re not distracted enough. Come on, Sir Gwaine. Let me fill your mind with something sweeter.”
“You’re speaking my language sweetheart.”
It was easy to lose yourself in Gwaine, and you were quickly discovering that he found it just as easy to get lost in you. All your encounters tended to follow the same formula, vaguely. He’d find you, or you’d find him, and you’d pull yourself down into a dark space for mindless indulgence, taking your pleasure from each other without descrimination, usually with hurry. Not this time. This time you pressed Gwaine down into your bed and climbed on top of him, determined to allow him to simply sit back and enjoy. You’d said you could distract him, and you planned to.
You leaned down to kiss him, wet and messy the way you knew he liked, grinding your hips into his to make him hard and aching. But you wouldn’t touch it, not yet. You kissed your way down his jaw and neck, always careful not to leave marks behind, but still content to gently nip and lick his skin to mark it as yours if only for the time you were together. He leaned upward to allow you to tug off his tunic, tossing it aside without care. If he were a more proper man, you’d be eager to mark his stomach and chest, but you knew how prone Gwaine was to stripping around the other knights, so again you contented yourself with licking. Not that Gwaine seemed to mind that at all. You slowly dragged your tongue over his nipple, gently nipping it before you continued downward, basking in the groan that escaped him in response. You worked further downward still, descending his body as you worked his belt, tossing that aside with his tunic, and then his trousers too, tossing it all aside in favour of having a full view of his bare body.
You continued your treatment on his thighs, blowing softly over the damp flesh to make him shiver, goosebumps rising over his skin. He was achingly hard, you could see it clearly, with a wet spot forming at his tip where he was leaking precum into his underwear. You kissed his cock through the fabric just to feel it twitch, then made your way back upward to kiss Gwaine again, happily accepting his tongue into your mouth when it was offered to you, your fingers tangling in his hair to keep him close.
“C’mon sweetheart, you’re killing me here.” Gwaine groaned when you parted, your hips rocking against his.
“Well you’re not going to stop worrying if we’re done in five minutes.” You retorted, nipping his lip playfully. He chuckled, a sound that resonated deep in his chest, leaving you able to feel it in yours where you were pressed together.
“Come on now. I last for at least seven minutes.” He replied, but when you took his cock in hand through his underwear, all thought seemed to quickly leave him.
“And if I do my job right, you’ll last for ten or more.” You teased in response. You dragged your finger over the tip of his cock through that damp spot. Gwaine shivered, eyes rolling back, biting down on his lip hard. He said nothing more, just letting you work your magic. You fully wrapped your hand around his covered length, stroking slowly from base to tip, then back again, your other hand pressed down on his hip so he couldn’t buck up into your grip for more. Not that Gwaine would - as much as he complained, he was happy to let you be in control for the time being. To let you take his mind off everything.
It was when your mouth gently pressed against his clothed cock that his hips jumped, chasing the warmth of your mouth that he knew so well. You chuckled softly, the vibration of your throat against him only serving to make him groan again, fisting the sheets beneath him. You licked slowly up the length of his covered dick, just to tease before you finally removed his underwear, tossing that aside with everything else. You gently sucked at the tip of his cock, cleaning away the precum there, the taste salty on your tongue. You took your time deliberately, slowly working your way down his length to swallow him down, then back up again slowly, dragging off with a soft pop.
“Would you like to feel me?” You asked softly, your air ghosting over his wet length.
“You know the answer to that is always yes.” Gwaine replied, eyes glossed over for an entirely new reason, but still when he looked down at you it was with nothing but love in his eyes. You smiled back, suddenly overwhelmed with adoration for the man beneath you, the man who you weren’t technically in a relationship with, because neither of you were quite proper enough for that. You removed your clothes slowly, letting him watch as each inch of your skin was revealed part by part, until they were all discarded alongside his.
It took little effort to line him up with your hole, and only a little more to sink down slowly onto his length, letting it stretch you open. You moaned together as you seated yourself fully on his cock, feeling every inch inside you. It was far from the first time, and yet each time felt just as good as the last. You could only restrain yourself for so long, the temptation beginning to get to you just as much as Gwaine. You bounced slowly, careful to rise until just the tip remained inside before you sank down again, a torturously slow pace for both of you, trapping you both in pleasure that wasn’t quite what you were craving.
“Come on, love. You’re torturing us both now.” Gwaine groaned, gripping your hips tighter, but he never pushed you to move faster, to take more, just holding into you like a lifeline.
“You love it.” You replied with a small smirk, pressing your lips to his, allowing him to enter you at a new angle that made you moan into his mouth. But there was only so long either of you could accept such agony, only so long Gwaine would let you remain in charge. He flipped the two of you over, bending your legs back so your heels rested on his back, then began to pound into you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, moaning against his lips like a trained whore - which wasn’t so far from the truth considering how well Gwaine himself had trained you to take him - the slapping of skin against skin echoing off the walls of your room, covered only by the soft sounds that escaped you both.
“There you go, sweetheart. Isn’t that much better?” He murmured against your neck, tongue slowly dragging up the length of it, til he gently took the lobe of your ear between his teeth.
“Come on, Gwaine. Take me properly.” You encouraged, and there was nothing more he needed than that. He pressed you further double, taking both of your ankles in one hand while he held your hip with the other, and he fucked into you like a wild animal, a man possessed slamming into you without restraint, grunting and practically growling as you changed your releases together. It didn’t take long at all, a few well placed thrusts against that spot inside you as he grunted above you, hair starting to stick to his forehead from sweat and you were gone, and he wasn’t far behind.
When he pulled out to collapse beside you, you immediately pulled him into your embrace to kiss him deeply, the salty taste of sweat on his lips. You lay there together exchanging slow, lazy kisses for a few long minutes, just basking in the afterglow together.
“So, how did I do?” You asked innocently when you parted, and Gwaine laughed warmly.
“I’d say I was quite distracted, not a thought about anything except you the entire time.”
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