Loving a Princess (Princess Merida X Fem!Reader)
Request: Could you do Princess Merida x fem!Reader one shot? Maybe Merida is little annoyed because Reader is not very good at archery but then she found out that Reader is great in making weapons or making it ever better and more comfortable for their user. Extra point to u, if u add a scene where Reader is blushing because Merida's face is so close to her face and Merida is blushing because she thinks she really won't choose a husband (because she likes Reader). Thank u so much!
You had been Merida’s best friend ever since the two of you were small. While you weren’t a princess (you were one of the servant’s daughter), that didn’t stop the fiery red head from forming a strong and long-lasting bond with you. The two of you were inseparable, you did everything together.
Well, almost everything. You had never tried to do archery. Merida was amazing at archery; she could shoot almost any target she set her heart and eyes on. Being slightly clumsy yourself, you couldn’t see yourself ever being able to master the grace and form Merida had when she shot arrows.
Still, the princess was making you try it anyway. It was the night before her suitors were to arrive and you had agreed to let her teach you, if only for her to stop dramatically storming about the castle complaining loudly about her mother. She could be such a drama queen sometimes.
“Ye’re not paying attention, are ye?’ Merida placed her hands on her hips, she was holding up the bow, showing you all the different parts and exactly how to hold it. Sheepishly, you shrugged.
“Apologies, your majesty,” you grinned cheekily, watching as she rolled her eyes and handed you the bow.
“Don’t call me that,” she grumbled under her breath as she began to guide your hands to where they should be. You swallowed slightly, letting her move your hands to the exact position. When she was satisfied with how you held the bow, she pulled out an arrow and notched it for you, showing you where to pull back on the string.
“This doesn’t feel right,” you mumbled, feeling the ache already in your muscles. Merida rolled her eyes again. She did that way too much, especially around you.
“It’s not yer bow, so of course it’s going to feel a little weird, give it a go anyway,” she gestured to the target she’d set up a little way away. If you could shrug, you would. But your fingers and arms were currently on fire from holding the position of the bow for too long. Merida shouted something about relaxing and you wanted to curse at her, how were you supposed to relax when your arms were being stretched in positions they weren’t supposed to be in?
You did as she instructed finally, releasing the arrow, and watching as it flew forward, missing the target. You let yourself relax, dropping the bow and letting out a sigh of relief as your muscles thanked you.
The princess, however, was not happy with this at all. She picked up her bow and handed it back to you, clearly determined to at least help you hit the target once.
“How about I guide ye this time, that way ye can see how it’s supposed ta feel,” she handed the bow back to you and once more guided your fingers to where they were supposed to be.
You moved your eyes from focusing on the bow to watch Merida as she set about making sure your hands were in the proper place. Her tongue was stuck out and she was one hundred percent focused. It was nice to see her so passionate about something, even if it was something you were clearly utterly garbage at.
She must’ve felt you staring, because at that moment she looked up meeting your eyes.
Her face flushed and you could feel heat creeping up into yours, the two of you were so close. Plus, you’d just been caught staring at her. The princess. Obviously, everyone stared at her, but you were pretty sure it was for different reasons. Everyone else stared at her because she was loud, and they figured her a klutz. You stared at her, however, because you thought she was the most beautiful person in the room. Even Lady Elinor paled in comparison.
When you were younger, you’d envied her for her beauty, now you admired it.
Meanwhile, Merida was having much the same thoughts as you. She had already decided from the moment her mother had told her about her suitors that she would not be betrothed to one of them, but now she fully understood why. Of course, she couldn’t marry any of them because her heart already belonged to you! It always had and always would.
“Merida!” A voice called from the castle. It snapped the two of you out of your moment. Because the voice was feminine, you assumed it was her mother. She looked at you sheepishly as she stepped away. You smiled softly.
“Go see what your mother wants, I’ll tidy up out here. This was fun, we should do it again sometime… You know, before you’re married and all,” the words hung between the two of you, dampening the mood slightly. The princess smiled back at you, though it was slightly strained.
“I’ll see ye tomorrow, (Y/n),” she hurried off as her mother once more called out to her, leaving you alone with the bow, the arrows, and the target. A sense of pride filled you at this though, you were the only one besides her father she trusted to leave alone with her prized possession.
As you picked up the arrows, you eyed the bow for a moment. It had been a while since you’d worked on a weapon and nothing like a bow, but you were sure you could probably make one if you tried hard enough….
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Merida was having an awful day. Her mother had put her in this awful dress, all the suitors were horrible and worst of all, she hadn’t seen (Y/n) at all. The games were to start the next day, in particular the competition in which the suitors would vie for her hand in marriage.
She had an idea… They’d said only the first born of a royal family could compete… she was the first born of her family. She wondered what you’d think of the idea as she changed out of that horrible dress (it was so ugly). Just as she was pulling her own comfortable dress on, the door barged open and she turned, about to scream, when she saw it was you.
You had something in your hands, covered and you shyly held it out to her.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the arrival of the suitors. I was working on this, as a present for you,” you held what was in your hands out for her to take. She did and unwrapped it to reveal, another bow.
Sure, the bow from her father was special and would always hold a special place in her heart, but this one was from you. The girl she maybe sort of fancied.
“Where did ye get this? It’s so light and it feels great… Did ye spend yer money on me?” She asked, suddenly worried. She really didn’t want you to feel like you had to get her special gifts for her to care for you. She was already head over heels anyway.
“N- No. I made it, Merida,” you suddenly felt your face heating up again. Oh god, this was so embarrassing. She has a bow she doesn’t need a new one. Why did you do this…
She wrapped her arms around you, before you could excuse yourself or say anything else.
“I love it, (Y/n). Looks like ye really are talented at something after all!” She grinned, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. God, this princess was going to be the death of you. She needed to stop being so cute when she was getting betrothed tomorrow.
“Hey! I’m talented at a lot of things, archery is just not one of them,” you pouted, and she laughed. At least for this moment you could just pretend it would always be the two of you.
