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.
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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.
I’m VERY MUCH NOT afraid of… incubi! I’m a firm believer in the sex-is-a-viable-means-of-mana-transfer, and I stand behind my choices.
I technically speaking missed yesterday's post because it's past midnight but shhhh I needed to play a bit of Terraria and beat the shit out of the sandworm fucker ( っ´ `)っ
Content warnings include: NONCON, cisfem!Reader, yandere content (possessiveness, obsessiveness…), manipulation, fingering, ear-slurping (read and see), mild bondage, and sort of dumbification.
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The doorbell rings.
Your shoulders jump a little, and you raise your gaze from the phone in your hand to direct it towards the source of the sound. With how little you got to sleep last night, for a moment, you think it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but as your eyes travel over to the signal light, you notice that the LED is indeed flickering, indicating a visitor.
It's unusual for someone to require your attention so early in the morning. Not even ten minutes have passed since your alarm rang, and you haven’t even yet gotten the chance to dress up properly: Your shirt along with its many intricate clasps is splayed beside you on the bed, and your boots lie in a pile beside the nightstand. You’ve barely even finished skimming through the load of pressing notifications in the messenger app, but for somebody to have a matter so important that they would need to see you face-to-face, you figure the reason must be urgent.
Promptly, you set your device on the bedside table. Briefly patting your skirt down and with a sock on only one of your feet, you hop off the mattress and rush to answer the door. Despite wearing nothing but a camisole on your top half, you run to press the button on the side of the gate frame, and the latch clicks open.
The door slides to the side to reveal the pristine white front of a certain caster’s cloak. You crane your neck back to be able to catch the servant’s gaze. He looks just about the same as always, down to the naturally smug smile he tends to wear.
”... Oh, Merlin. Morning.”
He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by the unholy time of the day he has decided to make an appearance. Then again, it’s not like servants really sleep, and with how… eccentric the guy is in general, you doubt he lets such things control his whims.
”Good morning”, Merlin greets you, giving you a brief wave of his hand.
Wordlessly, you look at him, expecting him to continue to talk. Yet, for one reason or another, he decides not to, and an awkward silence settles upon you instead. He looks at you, you look at him, but as the moment of quiet stretches, his eyes stray downwards, scanning over your half-clothed body in a rather prying manner. Subconsciously, your arms come up to wrap around your sides.
”Um, did you need something?” you then ask, finishing the question with a slightly tense laugh.
”Oh, it’s a little early for this, isn’t it?” Merlin wonders out loud, tilting his head to the side as if actually pondering the question. ”Sorry. Am I intruding?”
”It’s alright”, you shake your head. ”I don’t have anything urgent before lunch. Do you want to come inside?”
”Thank you, thank you.”
Taking care not to have the untamed locks of his hair catch on the door frame, Merlin steps inside your room. With the push of a switch, the doors slide shut behind him.
The Flower Mage hasn’t ever really swayed you in one direction or another when it comes to having him as your servant. It’s not to say that you haven’t been closely acquainted with him in past missions — quite the opposite, in fact — but sometimes, you wonder if never having built a proper bond with him has actually been in your best interest. His nature isn’t that of humans: You vividly remember Da Vinci’s words to you when she emphasized that Merlin has no capacity to experience emotion. You can’t say you quite understand his kind even now, but so far, it hasn’t really had an effect on your relationship with him.
He doesn’t really act in any way out of the ordinary, as is evident at the moment. With leisurely steps, he makes his way over to your bed where he plops himself down on the mattress like he owned the thing.
”Did you rest well?” he makes asks,
”Yeah, sort of”, you answer him. ”Sorry, I’m still kind of half asleep and all.”
”That’s alright”, Merlin shakes his head. The feathery earrings he wears sway along with the movement.
”So, what did you need?” you then ask, following his steps and walking over to the bed.
”Ah, right. It’s a bit embarrassing”, Merlin reaches his hand up to scratch the nape of his neck. ”I’m in need of a mana transfer.”
You raise your brows.
”A mana transfer? Right now?” you squint your eyes at the man as you sit down beside him. ”I didn’t realize you even needed those.”
”I usually don’t, you’re correct about that”, he sighs. ”It’s a rare occasion.”
”Oh”, you mumble. ”Well, um, it’s a bit of a bad time for that, I’m still kind of mana-deficient from yesterday’s mission. Could you come back later?”
Your excuse isn’t a faux one. With how much work you were put through the day before, mustering up enough mana to supply him with would be a task far beyond your expertise.
”I don’t need much”, Merlin insists, scooting closer to you until the side of his thigh is brushing against yours.
”No, seriously, I barely have any”, you present him with the bare back of your hand where three command spells would usually be imprinted. ”I can’t conduct the transfer. You’re gonna have to wait.”
”You do know that the traditional way isn’t the only one?”
”... What?”
You stare at him with a questioning look in your eyes, wondering if you heard him right. Though, instead of repeating himself, his lips twist into a coy smirk.
”Oh, I knew you’d be knowledgeable about that”, he chuckles.
“About what? What the hell, Merlin, I’m not giving you my blood.”
“I don’t mean blood. Haven’t you heard of the third way?”
The palm of his hand lands on your knee. The action sends a shudder up your leg. Reflexively, you swat his touch away with a mean smack like you were trying to kill a mosquito.
”Horrible joke, Merlin”, you gasp at him in a grave tone, landing a kick on his shin. ”Horrible.”
”Do you think I’m kidding?”
You’re unable to hide the way your gaze flicks to the closed door and back to him. Subtly, you shift further away from him on the bed.
It’s always been an impossible task to read his intentions from his expression. It comes down to his essence, you’re certain — as an incubus, he isn’t capable of really feeling in the first place — but still, you’ve always had the image that that very attribute has made him a social genius. He’s usually very mindful, very cordial, to a bothering degree, even. Then again, he has always been the sort to enjoy getting a reaction out of people, including you, but never once has he joked with something as sordid before.
”... Merlin, could you go?” you purse your lips together and try to keep your eyes from straying towards the exit.
”My, my. I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
Your heart sinks.
Fighting the urge to just bolt right past him, you plant your hands on the bed and calmly push yourself up. You swallow down the lump lodged in your throat, force your shoulders to fall back in their place, and calmly step away from him. Numerous, numerous times you have been taught the best, most effective methods to dismantle a tense situation, yet having to utilize it in your own haven eats away at your believability. Though you put on a brave face, you’re certain he's perfectly aware of how your blood rushes in your ears, how every inch of your being is screaming to rush to the door.
However, he himself doesn’t move an inch: As if completely unbothered by what he has just implied, he allows you to stand up and create distance in between you as you back away from him. Keeping your eyes glued to his as if you were able to pin him down with the weight of your gaze, you make sure that you’re out of his reach.
A freezing cold shiver rakes your spine as you watch his smirk widen.
”I suppose you’ll have to tolerate a little discomfort, then”, he muses.
In the blink of an eye, Merlin has outstretched his arm towards you, and his fingers have wrapped themselves around your wrist. The yelp you let out is choked down by the uncharacteristically violent way he yanks you back towards the bed.
You land on the sheets on your back, nearly sliding off the edge due to the force of the movement, but he catches your body just in time. In the midst of the sudden chaos, your scattered thoughts scramble to find the strings of words you’ve been taught to speak, the ones that hold the power to restrict even the most potent of servants. Yet, you don’t get to shout as much as the first syllable before his hand latches over your mouth.
”Oops”, he sighs as he climbs in between your thighs and over your body, running his free hand through his dishevelled hair. ”I can’t have you doing that, sorry.”
With your eyes blown wide open, you frantically shake your head, trying to convey your mind via your expression, but he merely nods in response, dismissing your evident panic with a gesture much too unbothered.
”Isn’t this a part of your job?” he inquires, quirking his brow with a gentle laugh that fails to mirror the situation at hand in any way. ”You should take care of your servants, no?”
Setting his forearm beside your head, Merlin proceeds to lean down into the side of your face. There, he whispers directly into your ear.
”What a good master you are.”
Your hands fly up to his shoulders where you push with all your might, putting your utmost best into getting him off of you, but alas, you don’t manage to as much as budge him. With the hand over your mouth, your pleas for him to let you go don’t exactly translate through. It’s not like he’s oblivious to the fact, though: Despite looking mostly amused at your distress, he’s clearly exercising some sort of caution with his actions, whether it be for your sake or the possibility of getting caught.
Then, the obstruction over your lips disappears. For a moment, you’re too disoriented to do anything more than lie still, but as you regain your senses, you open your mouth to yell.
Only no voice comes out.
Chuckling to himself as he observes your horrified expression, Merlin straightens his back in a leisurely manner. As you attempt to rise off the bed, he simply plants his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.
”You’re going to have to manage without for a bit. Give me a moment.”
He proceeds to strip himself of his cloak, revealing the black shirt underneath. The fabric slides off his shoulders with ease, pooling down on the sheets. In the same movement, he grabs the end of the pink sash that ties the robe’s neckline together and pulls it out of the lining.
Predicting his next move, you pull your arms firmly to yourself before he can grab them. Merlin sighs, places the sash in between his teeth, and uses both of his hands to grasp yours, forcing them above your head.
”I’ve always thought it’s more romantic this way”, he muses as he proceeds to tie the ribbon around your wrists. He tugs the knot tight, ensuring that the binding holds. ”Now then. What gets you going?”
The colour has drained from your face, and your limbs feel weak. Intractably, your eyes flicker from one thing to another, hysterically searching for any way out of the predicament. The exit, the emergency button, and the phone, the phone which you just held in your hand. The reality of the matters dawns on you: All you've ever trusted to aid you in a moment of danger has always been so close, yet now, everything you could rely on is far beyond your reach.
There’s not much you can do as Merlin takes hold of the hem of your camisole and pulls it all the way up to your collarbones. Goosebumps rise on your skin where his fingertips drag along your midriff, brushing against the skin and tickling around the sensitive area. He takes his sweet time touching, feeling, stroking around your navel and caressing the shape of your ribs until his hand finally settles over your breast. He begins circling your nipple with the pad of his thumb.
”Does this do much for you?” he asks you, cocking his head to the side with a curious smile. ”No? Sorry, this is a bit of a learning curve for me as well.”
You don’t know what he is on about. The sensations he elicits in you set your nerves afire in seconds: Your skin tingles where he touches you, channeling his honed craft directly into your deepest pits, and the feeling persists long after his appendages have moved elsewhere. It’s much too intense to resist.
His hand moves to your other breast where he repeats the same motions as with the first. The ministrations don’t last long, though, for after a moment or two, his touch descends once again. With a sense of impatience, he prods at the waistline of your skirt.
You scream from the bottom of your lungs, trying to produce even the tiniest sound to alert whomever might be walking along the hallway on the other side of the wall. Yet, still, not a single note makes it past your lips.
”I know”, Merlin sighs at your struggle, trailing his digits along your forearm and giving your wrists a reassuring squeeze. ”You’ll get your voice back after we’re done. Just focus on me for now.”
His hand slides beneath your underwear. Your chest heaves hysterically along with your soundless breaths.
”Hmm, let me guess... Here?”
Your jaw falls wide open as his fingers go for your clit with precision only someone like him would be capable of. Using his ring and index finger to spread your labia apart, he presses on your pearl with his middle one. Distantly, a mortifying realization dawns on you: There's a warm, sticky feeling in between your legs, and coming to find out about the very same fact, Merlin's eyes glint with delight.
Gasping for air, you hardly note how tears gather at your lashlines. He seems to pay attention to them, however: With a sympathetic pout, he leans back down and into the crook of your neck.
”Aww, you’re alright”, he whispers, sending a tremor of sheer rapture down your spinal cord. ”You do know I feed on your mind, don’t you? It’s nothing to worry your little head with — you’re delicious.”
On the last sonant of the sentence, his lips connect with the shell of your ear. With awfully wanton slurps, he plunges his tongue into the canal, evoking a violent, full-body shiver from you. Simultaneously, the fingers on your clit continue downwards, searching for your entrance, and a mere moment later, he finds what he's after and wastes no time in pressing his appendages inside you.
He’s utilizing some sort of magic beyond your vocal cords, you’re certain. There’s no way that, without playing tricks on your psyche, he would be able to elicit the sorts of sensations in you that he now does. How he prods the pads of his two digits right into where you're the weakest, how he invades the most private parts of you without a care in the world, how utterly intoxicating it feels, it all bends your wit into barely functioning disarray. The feeling of his digits playing your lower half like an instrument borders the line of incomprehension, yet you’re unable to do anything but weather the storm. Combined with how he’s devouring your ear like he’s trying to gnaw his way directly into your brain, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to roll back to your head.
Your legs weakly twitch around Merlin’s thighs as he digs his fingers into your insides, insistently dragging you to your peak. His flowery scent clogs your airways, the pure white locks of his hair prick your face, and his voice, oh, the sound of his hums causes your back to arch off the bed.
Any measly fight you might have been able to put up is long forgotten. Aside from him, everything surrounding you — your room, the bed, the world outside — becomes a foreign concept. Within the same moment, the pressure in your abdomen builds up into a bubble before it suddenly bursts, releasing a numbing, rhythmic bliss all over your body.
”There you go”, you hear Merlin murmur against your temple as your entrance constricts around his appendages.
Your body spasms in tempo with the waves of the aftershock. The force of your climax is nearly debilitating: The heat you feel in your stomach is unlike anything you’re used to, and any and all thoughts in your mind have scattered into the vortex he has thrown you in. The euphoria you drown in feels artificial yet so, so euphoric.
Distantly, you feel him release your wrists. However, you’re much too far gone to even move your flaccid arms.
”Good job”, Merlin gives you one final praise, kissing the shell of your ear before pushing himself off of your body. ”That should suffice. How are you feeling?”
The only response you're able to give him are the weak, choppy gasps that make it through your soundless vocal chords.
”Heh. Flattering”, he chuckles to himself.
A moment of silence ensues. A sigh breaks past his lips.
”I suppose it’s best if you don’t remember any of this. Wouldn’t you say so?” the corner of his mouth tugs up in a thoughtful expression.
// 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.....
"Okay, fold your arms like this," Arthur copied you.
"Is this okay?" He asked nervously. You adjusted them a little.
"Now they're good. Wait there," Arthur was finally going to hold his son. He'd been born just a week ago, and Arthur had still yet to hold him. Part of it was due to the fact that being a king kept him on his toes, but he was also terrified of making a mistake. You picked up your tiny son from his cradle as he cooed softly. You slowly walked over to Arthur as you rocked him in your arms. You sat down next to Arthur on your bed and turned to face him. He copied you, gulping nervously. You gently deposited the baby in his arms. "Mind his head." You told Arthur. He nodded and adjusted accordingly. When you were satisfied with how Arthur was holding him, you slowly removed your hands.
And then your son burst into tears. Arthur looked at you with panic written all over his face. "What am I doing wrong? Can you take him?"
"No," You told him. He looked at you helplessly. "You're holding him perfectly. He's just not used to you. Plus, the fact that you're wearing chainmail probably isn't helping."
"Oh God, is it hurting him?!" You laughed.
"No of course not, it's probably just super cold to him. Here," You took your son, who quieted down immediately. "Take it off and then I'll hand him back." Arthur removed his armour as quick as he could, before carefully moving his arms back into the position you had taught him. You gently returned the baby back in his father's arms. He stared up at his daddy for a few moments, before bursting into tears again. Arthur deflated. "Arthur," You laid a hand on his shoulder. "You're doing nothing wrong. He's only like this because you've never held him before, and he knows it. He just needs time." Arthur turned back to his son, who was still wailing. He began to rock him back and forth.
"Shh," He murmured to his son. "Don't cry, Thomas. It's alright." He raised his son, whose cries had slowly started to soften. He tentatively raised two chubby fists up. Arthur lowered his head and let Thomas touch his face. He smiled at the feeling, and Thomas stopped crying all together. His eyes were wide with curiosity, and a little smile plastered itself on his face. Arthur's grin widened. "Y/N, he stopped crying!" He said softly. Thomas giggled at his father's voice, and slowly lowered his fists. Arthur continued to grin and rock his son, until Thomas yawned, snuggled into Arthur's chest, and fell asleep, clutching onto his father's shirt with two tiny hands. Arthur stared at his son with pure love in his eyes, before turning to you. He carefully moved one arm to wrap around your shoulders, and you moved closer, kissing Arthur's cheek and resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled and kissed your hair before returning his gaze back to your son, who slept peacefully in the arms of his father.
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.
