Geoffrey's Granddaughter (Merlin X Reader)

(You are the Granddaughter of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Court Genealogist and the keeper of the Royal Library. You are a noblewoman. Lady (Y/N), who came to Camelot to follow Geoffrey’s footsteps as an apprentice. You were introduced by Geoffrey to Arthur and Merlin when Arthur was called by Uther to meet you in person.)

(Also I do not own the entire production of the Merlin series. or even bbc

You are on your horse, (Y/H/N), riding on a path that leads to Camelot. Your cloak hood hides you face. You were personally asked by your Grandfather, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Camelot’s royal Court Genealogist and Keeper of the Royal Library, to be his apprentice.

You are an orphan, your mother had passed away from childbirth and you father has recently died from sickness. You were living with your Aunt until one day you received a letter from Grandfather Geoffrey.

So you left the household of Monmouth and bid farewell to your Aunt and the servants that worked there. You always believed in equality between commoners and nobles that the servants were like a second family to you.

You only wished that you weren’t the only noble who believes in equality.

Finally, you reached to the lower town of Camelot and slowed Y/H/N by pulling gently on her/his reins and strut on the road, carefully passing through the busy crowd of working commoners and laughing children.

You suddenly pulled Y/H/N to stop when you spotted a dirty young boy, who was staring hungrily at a pile of apples that was place on a market stand. And judging by the state of the child, he seems to be a homeless orphan.

You got off of Y/N/H and went to the merchant.

“Four apples and two pears please.” You asked.

“That’ll be 5 gold pieces miss.” the merchant grumbled.

You gave him the money and grabbed a neatly piece of cloth from you satchel to wrap the fruits in.

You then walk to the hungry boy and kneel down to his height.

“Hello, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Allen.” He squeaked out. Clearly scared by you. You couldn’t blame him, an older stranger came to you and asked for your name seemed to be very intimidating for a child his age.

“Hello Allen, my name is Y/N is your mother or father around?”

“No.” He muttered.

“Where are they?”

“Dead.” He simply said.

I sighed. “Do you have a place to live?”

Fortunately he nodded. “With uncle Morty. But he’s barely at home.”


“He works hard. But sometimes we don’t have enough gold to buy food.”

You lift his head gently by his chin and look at him in the eyes. “Are you happy?”

“Sometimes, when uncle Morty comes back from work, we would play knights.”

“Do you want to become a knight when you grow up?”

“Yes, but I can’t.”

You frown playfully. “And why not?”

“Because I’m not brave enough.”

You thought for a moment and then sparked an idea and leaned closer to Allen.

“Can I tell you a secret?”


“You see my horse there?” You pointed at Y/N/H, who was standing behind you by a few meters the entire time.


“Well you see young Allen, his/her name is Y/N/H and he was actually a gift from a kind witch.” I whispered the last part by his ear.

“But magic is band from Camelot.” He said you covered his mouth and shush at him.

“I know.” You whispered. “That’s why I am asking you to keep it as a secret.”

He then nodded and you slowly put you hand away from his mouth.

“Do you want to know what makes Y/H/N so special?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“You see if you touch him his/her nose and doesn’t back up, it means you are brave enough to ride him.”

“And if he does back up?”

“Then. . we’ll see what’s happens, just don’t scream, It’ll scare him/her more.”

Allen gulped and stared at the horse with scared eyes. “Do you think I’m brave enough?”

You chuckled.“Young Allen, I have the privileged to meet a lot of brave men on my journey to Camelot. And I must say you have the eyes of courage to show all of Camelot and the kingdoms of the realm one day.”


“You just need to see that no matter how dark the world is, there is light, There will always be light. You just need to believe that you can find it.”

Allen then lifts his chin high and march gently to Y/H/N. He then stops midway and looks back at me.

I nodded and signalled him to continue.

He took a deep breath and then continues until he was in front of Y/H/N and carefully lift his hand and bows his head down. Fearing of what would happen.

Y/H/N then bows his/her head down to the child and pressed his/her nose to the boy’s trembling hand.

Allen opened his eyes in surprise nd looks up. He then smiled ad looks back at you.

“I did it! I did it Miss Y/N! I did it!” He said in enthusiasm.

You smiled. “Of course you did. I told you, you have the eyes of courage. You want to ride him/her?”

“Can I?” He asked.

“Mhmm. Here.” You lead Allen to Y/H/N’s side and lift him by the waist to settle him on the saddle and then mount up so that you are behind him. Allen is secure in between your arms and you asked him to hold the bag of fruits.

You made a noise with your mouth to signal Y/H/N to walk and asked where Allen lives.

(At The Castle)

“So Geoffrey has a granddaughter?” Merlin asked.

“Yes Merlin.” Arthur said in annoyance. “How many times do I have to tell you to make you understand with that pea brain of yours?”

“I’m just saying, Gaius has never mentioned anything about Geoffrey having a granddaughter. And that old man mentions a lot of things.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it. My father has never even mentioned about a Lady Y/N of Monmouth. Until now.”

“Maybe he had his reasons.” Merlin stated as he patted the Arthur’s bed clean.

“Probably.” Arthur muttered.

Suddenly there was knocking at the door.

“Enter.” Arthur called.

A castle guard opened the door. He bowed then rise. “My Lord.”

“What is it?”

“The King had asked me to inform you that Lady Y/N of Monmouth has arrived.”

Arthur and Merlin shared a look and then looks back at the servant.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Arthur and Merlin walked down the hall that leads to the Royal Library where King Uther had asked to meet.

“Wouldn’t be better if we meet the Lady of Monmouth in the Council Hall?” Merlin asked.

“Geoffrey personally asked my father if the Lady Y/N could visit the Library as soon as she reached to Camelot.”


“I don’t know Merlin, why don’t you asked the granddaughter of the Keeper of the Royal Library?” Arthur said sarcastically.

“Never mind.” Merlin muttered.

The two individuals reached to there the main doors of the Royal Library. Merlin opened the door and the two enter.

They immediately found King Uther, Geoffrey, Morgana and two men from the council, talking to each other in hushed voices around Geoffrey’s study desk.

Merlin spotted Gaius at the end of the table and frowned. It was unusual for Gaius to be here when in the early morning he mentioned that he was gonna have a busy day.

“Father.” Arthur greeted Uther.

“Arthur, so nice for you to come.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a choice do I?” Arthur joked.

“Yes well,” Geoffrey started. “Prince Arthur I do hope you know why you are here.”

“Of course Geoffrey.” Arthur said. “Where is Lady Y/N?” He asked kindly.

“She is just browsing around the library. She was hoping to find a book that’s based on a certain level of herbalism.” Geoffrey then turns to one of the sections o the library.

“Is she a herbalist?” Merlin thought but accidently said it out loud.

“Don’t be foolish Merlin.” Arthur said in a annoyed voice. “She’s a Lady of course she isn’t.”

“Actually,” Gaius said. “My Lord, the Lady Y/N was actually hoping if there is a herbalist in Camelot so that she would learn more about healing.”

Merlin looked a little smug whilst Arthur seemed a bit shocked.

“Is there a reason why she would want to know how?” Arthur asked after he awkwardly coughed, trying to loosen up the air.

“As a matter of fact yes.” Uther said with a small frown showing. “She wanted to prepare if Camelot were ever to be in a worse condition.”

Smart. Merlin thought.

“Where is that girl?” Geoffrey muttered to himself. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Suddenly a figure came out from behind of one of the bookshelves. Head down with a book in hands.

Merlin, Arthur and practically everyone in the reading area spotted the figure and knew right away that it was you.

You then pulled your eyes away from the page that your were reading and saw a couple of gentlemen.

Merlin and Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the you with their eyes wide with shock. Merlin had his mouth slightly opened as Arthur let out a small breathy gasp. Both enchanted by your beauty.

Your S/C reflects perfectly by the light from the sun beam from the windows. Your eyes sparkled with glee as you smiled shyly at the new arrivals.

You then deducted that the blond one was Prince Arthur, since his attire was more formal than the dark haired one. Although you couldn’t deny. The dark hair one was more dashing than the Prince. No matter how ordinary his clothes were.

“Y/N!” Geoffrey said with a smile on his face. “There you are, I thought that you might’ve been lost.”

You chuckled and bookmarked the page that you were reading with your finger as you walk to stand next to Geoffrey.

“Sire,” Geoffrey began. “May I introduce to you my granddaughter. Y/N.”

You smiled and did a curtsy. “My lord.” You raise.

“How quaint it is to finally meet you.” You said in a gentle voice and smiled at the charming prince.

“P-Please, the pleasure is mine.“ Arthur said after remembering why he came to the library.

He took your hand, that wasn’t holding the book, and look you straight in the eyes.

“It is my honor to formerly welcome you to Camelot, my Lady.” He then kissed your hand and you gave him a sweet smile.

“How kind of you.” You said then look behind the Prince to see the dark hair gentlemen.

“And who is this?” You asked.

Arthur turned and looks back at you.

“No one of importance.” He smiled.

“I don’t believe that.” You say casually.

Arthur frowned. “You don’t?”

“You don’t?” Uther repeated.

“You don’t?” The dark hair gentlemen said.

You shook your head no and smiled kindly. “I don’t. I believe that everyone in the kingdom, may they be noble or commoner, has a important role in their own special way. How else will Camelot can cope without the hard work of the commoners? Or without the order and sacrifices from the nobles and the council?”

Uther and Arthur looks at you with surprise, while Morgana looks at you with admiration along with Merlin and Gaius.

“So may I asked?” You said as you smoothly walk around Arthur to stand in front of the dark haired young man behind him.

“What is your name?”

He coughs a bit then answered. “Merlin. My Lady.”

“Merlin.” You muttered. “What an unusual name. Yet unique.”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mother picked it.”

You smiled sweetly at him. In all your years, you have a way to see the light and goodness in people.

And just as you told Allen, the young boy you met earlier who you gave the bag of fruit to.

There will always be light, you just need to believe that you can find it.

Someone then coughs and you turn to see your grandfather Geoffrey walking towards you and place his hands on your shoulders.

“My child, I believe it’s time that we catch up on the years I’ve missed. Now tell me how is…”

Geoffrey leads you to somewhere in the library. And you couldn’t help but sneak a glance to Merlin. Who was smiling kindly and you smiled back and turn your attention to Geoffrey.

Arthur, who was still confused about why would on earth would you speak to Merlin as if he was your equal, frowned and turned to Merlin. Who quickly flashed an innocent smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and then signals him to follow as he marched out of the room.

This is will be interesting. The Lady Morgana thought smugly.

Mordred x Reader: My Saviour

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“Good morning, little sister.”  You lifted your head and glared at Morgana.

“I’m not your sister,” You spat.  She smirked.

“No, I suppose you aren’t.”  She smiled softly.  “But you could be.”  You glared up at her.

“What are you talking about?”  She crouched down and gently stroked the side of your face.  You jerked your head out of her grasp. 

“You could join us.”


“Your dear sister-in-law.  She was the exact same as you at first,” She smiled.  “But then she came around eventually.”

“What did you do to Gwen?”

“Nothing much, she just realized where her true loyalties lie.  And while that’s great for me, I’m afraid it’s pretty bad for your precious Camelot.”

 “No,” You said in disbelief.  “No! She’d never join you!”

“Oh but she did.  Just like you will.”  You spat in her face. 

“I’ll die before joining you.”  She flinched, but recovered and calmly wiped the spittle from her face, before her hand shot out and struck you across the cheek.  You let out a pained gasp as you shrunk away from her.  She stood up and snapped her fingers.  Two armed men guards entered the room and each grabbed an arm, hauling you up roughly.

“Lock her in the north tower.” She told the men before turning to you.  “We’ll see how long it takes for you to reconsider my offer.”  You straightened up as much as you could and stared her dead in the eye.

“Hope you won’t be too disappointed.” She smiled a tight-lipped smile before the guards hauled you out of the room.

You had no idea how long it had been.  There were no windows in your cell, and the only light came from the torchlight shining through the heavy iron bars.  You heard the door creak open, and a stale bun was thrown onto the ground in front of you.  You glared at the guard.  “Would it kill you to throw it a few feet farther?”  You were answered by the slam of the door.  You rolled your eyes and tried to reach for the roll, but you were stopped by the heavy manacles around your wrist.  You groaned and rested your head against the wall.  You were so tired.  You wouldn’t give into Morgana, not ever, but on the other hand, you couldn’t keep this up much longer.  You closed your eyes and slumped against the damp wall.  Surely you could get away with a quick nap…right?

“Ah, Mordred!”  Morgana smiled as the young druid walked into the room.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”  Mordred’s face remained stony.

“I’m done sympathizing.”  He said simply.  “My kind will never be welcome in Camelot, and I can’t take it anymore.”  Morgana smiled wider as her eyes twinkled sinisterly.   His tone suggested there were more reasons, but for now she’d let it slide.

“Oh, Mordred.  You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”  She gracefully stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.  “Come with me.  I have so much to tell you.”

As they walked, Morgana told Mordred her plans.  What she was going to do, what she needed him to do, what they would do when they succeeded.  As they conversed, a guard came up to them and whispered something in Morgana’s ear.  She stiffened and her eyes flashed dangerously.  Then she turned to Mordred and smiled politely.  “Forgive me, but I have things I need to attend to.  The castle is yours to explore.”  Then she left, leaving Mordred alone in the dark corridor.  Deciding he had nothing better to do, he began to slowly wander the halls.  He studied the interior.  Clean stone walls.  No chips.  Ivy growing in the west wing.  Rats in the south.  The east was gone completely. 

And then he made it to the north.  It was nothing more than a dark spiral staircase leading up into blackness.  Deciding there was nothing better to do, he climbed.

There was nothing at the top save for a rusty cell in the corner.  He was about to turn back, but heard the clanking of metal.  Raising an eyebrow, he approached the cell and looked inside.

His heart stopped.

You were huddled in the corner, your face hidden behind a curtain of dirty tangled hair.  “Y/N.” He breathed.  “Y/N!” He said louder.  He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.  He growled in frustration and stepped back.  He glared at the lock and his eyes turned yellow.  The padlock disintegrated and the door swung open.  He raced into the cell and did the same to the thick manacles around your wrists.  You slumped forward, but he caught you easily.  Cradling you in his arms, he gently pushed the hair from your face as gently as he could.  “Y/N,” He whispered.  “Wake up.” He watched your face, but you didn’t move.  He shook you and called your name again, before realization washed over him.  “No,” He breathed as a tear snaked down his face.  “No!”  He gasped and pulled you close.  “No,” He murmured into your neck as he rocked you back in forth. “No, no, no…”

“Mor…dred?”  He froze in disbelief.  “Hey,” You tried again, your voice weak and raspy.  “What’s wrong?”  His head snapped up and he stared at you incredulously. 


“What are you doing here?”

“Y/N!” His voice cracked as his lips crashed into yours.  You responded immediately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  When he pulled away, he wrapped his cloak around you and lifted you into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought you were dead.” He told you.  “We all did.  I couldn’t stay in Camelot.  Not when…” He shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  You’re alright now, and I’m taking you home.”  Just then, a guard walked in, quickly drawing his sword with a shout when he saw you two.  You buried your face in Mordred’s chest, but nothing happened immediately.  You raised your head, but Mordred gently pushed your face into his chest.  “I’ll tell you when you can look.”  You nodded and wrapped your arms around him even tighter.  He walked through the halls as quietly as he could.

“Mordred!” You heard Morgana snarl.  “What are you doing?”

“The only reason I came is because there was no reason for me to stay in Camelot.  But you’ve been hiding her here this whole time.”  The air grew cold.  “How long has she been here.”

“Listen to me—”

“How long?!”  She sighed.

“Longer than you’ve known she’s been gone.  I didn’t expect that decoy to work as well as she did.  And faking her death?  Priceless.”  Mordred stiffened.

“How.  Long.”

“Three months.” She said at last.

“She’s been here for three months?” Had you really been here that long?  He growled.  “That’s it.  I’m taking her home.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Yes.”  The air crackled, and you heard a loud noise.  Then silence.

“It’s over,” He told you softly.  “I’m taking you home.”  With that you fell into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in months.

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Acquainted with the Night (15/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: None

Words: ~4000

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: All my love and gratitude to @ripplestitchskein and @unfolded73 for their help with this fic.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld for the gorgeous banner.  Only the epilogue remains! I’m so sad to see this come to close, but also so grateful for your support. The epilogue will be posted on Wednesday.

Tagging by request: @natascha-remi-ronin, @the-captains-ayebrows, @maryvmassakre, @katealexandra26, @superchocovian, @vanyali07, @imhookedonaswan, @captain–kitten, @dreadpirateemma, @like-waves-on-the-beach, @fairytalesandtimetravel

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Chapter Fourteen

Emma watched, with both great sorrow, and great joy, as the world began to shift.

Aldan had returned from the Underworld with a single strand of Killian’s hair, and the seeds planted for a change of heart.  After she had quietly asked for a strand of Emma’s own hair, she had gazed longingly up at the sky, where the hands of Killian’s lonely mountain reached up towards the stars.  Then, they’d both watched, captivated, as the strands of their hair twisted together, two unbreakable threads of magic glowing brightly in the little bottle.  Emma had hardly been able to appreciate the moment, to dwell upon the fact that the love she and Killian shared was true, surmounting death itself.  The magic swirling in the bottle, it had felt alive, as much as he was not…  

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Merlin imagine where you're a princess and you and Arthur are betrothed and Arthur hates the idea but then he meets you he falls in love with you completely

Yeah, sure. Sorry that it took SO MUCH time.

Name: It’s all about my father.

“Father, I said I hate the idea, didn’t I?” hisses Arthur, as the whole court stays in the Great Hall, waiting for your arrival. “I am a grown man…”

“Not according to the way you behave, Arthur. Y/N is a daughter of my good friend, she used to spend a lot of time here. She is a good girl,” Uther cuts him off, when the servant announces your arrival, as you and your father’s soldiers walk in the hall. “Y/N! Dear child.”

“Uther,” you kneel before him, as he pulls you up and quickly hugs. “It is a pleasure to be back here.”

“it is pleasure to have you back, dear,” Uther plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “How is your father doing?”

“Oh, he is doing very well,” Uther takes your hand and leads you towards Arthur, who is standing there motionless, not sure how to behave. You greet him quickly. “My prince.”

“Arthur is not feeling very well today. Please, forgive him,” Uther comments, as the court kneels, greeting you. “Lady Y/N! We welcome you to Camelot.”

“Thank you, your majesty,” you smile and quietly add. “I too was not feeling too well when father told me I am to get married.”

“Y/N, I am not upset about it,” Arthur suddenly intervenes. “You are just so stunningly beautiful, I lost control over my own body.”

“Why, thank you, my Prince,” you smile, trying to hide that you are starting to blush. Arthur takes your hand, following the traditions, showing the people of Camelot what  position you are take in the family. Not following the traditions, he then raises your hand to his lips, softly kissing the fingers, not taking his eyes off you. Somewhere from the left, you hear Uther mumble something about the right choice he made.

“My pleasure, my lady,” he turns to the people, as they start clapping, either happy about your presence or acting very well. A few minutes off, Uther takes off, and you and Arthur slowly walk through the big doors, followed with the happy glances of the people. “I apologize for my father. He may have made a wrong impression…”

“Arthur, you were unhappy about our… marriage. Just as I was. We will just make it work, won’t we?” Arthur smiles and turns to you.

“I will do my best.”

“Thank you, Sire,” Arthur takes your hand, leading you away from the crowd. “Let me first show you the castle and your chambers,” you obediently follow him, your hand resting in his big palm.

Only You

Robin convinces Regina to sneak off for a little hallway tryst in the middle of their welcome ball in Camelot.

A/N: For day 5 of @oqfixitweek. I like to imagine this is something that happened that we didn’t see on screen. Hope you enjoy.

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They sneak off part way through the ball. Like two mischievous children up to no good.

And oh, how very bad they are being.

Robin has her pressed between the stone wall at her back and his chest, lips trailing a line from her jaw down her neck, pausing for several long, heady minutes to suck at the pulse point of her throat. This isn’t the most ideal location for their little tryst but they just can’t help themselves. Regina had looked so beautiful in her gown, radiant and gorgeous and best of all… happy. That is all Robin has ever wanted for this extraordinary woman and knowing he has helped play a part in that happiness has his heart rising and swelling painfully beneath his breastbone.

Despite the inopportune timing, he couldn’t resist gripping her hand in his and pulling her quickly and expertly through the crowd, until they found themselves in this deserted corridor. The little moan Regina lets escape as their mouths finally connect is absorbed by his own. Their bodies flush against the other as they enjoy the feel and taste of one another. They’ve spent far too much time apart, had far too little of it for moments like this, to simply enjoy being in love.  

Now they are making up for lost time. Robin’s hand roams over Regina’s side, brushing against her breast every other stroke and it makes her shiver, has her arching up into his touch, eager for more. Her hands slide up and down his arms, pulling Robin closer to her. She wants to be as near to him as possible.

Need and desire mix and mingle through her bloodstream, pounding through her veins as his mouth explores every inch of exposed skin her gown reveals. It makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the demands of her body. How Robin’s tongue licks a line across her collarbone, the way his teeth scrape over her flesh, biting roguishly at her shoulder.

God, she wants him.

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Arthur x Reader: Of Horseback Rides & Swordfights

I don’t own the image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Remember, Y/N, we are travelling to Camelot with the hopes of forging an alliance,” Your mother reminded you after you complained about the dress you were wearing for the hundredth time.  “So please try to act like a proper princess.”  You groaned and sunk farther into your seat.  “I mean it!  You are going to be spending the day with Prince Arthur while we converse with his father, so please try to set a good example.  That means acting like a lady, doing what he wants to do, and for goodness sake, no fighting!”  You reluctantly agreed, and huffed to yourself.  Why was it such a crime for girls to learn to defend themselves?  Or to do something they actually want to do?  Your parents had always been lenient about letting you pursue your own interests – until they realized that you had become a little too strong-willed for their tastes.  Since then, they had confiscated your swords, and had holed you up in your room to immerse yourself in the ever-exhilarating art of embroidery.  Them trying to change you only made you even more determined to fight back.  However, you knew how important this alliance was to your kingdom, so even if you hated to admit it, you’d have to go along with their wishes today.  The carriage pulled to a stop at the castle steps, and the door was opened.  Your father stepped out first and turned to help your mother and yourself.  King Uther and Prince Arthur met you at the bottom of the steps.  Your father and mother bowed and you mimicked them.  While your parents spoke to the King, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned to see Prince Arthur smiling down at you.  Startled by his sudden appearance, you dipped into a curtsy. 

“My Lord,” You murmured as you straightened.  He bowed.

“Welcome to Camelot, my Lady,” He said.

“Thank you, my Lord.  Camelot is a lovely place.”

“Thank you, but I cannot take credit.  It is the people who make Camelot the place it is.”   You both entered into an awkward silence for a few moments.  It was broken by King Uther.

“Arthur, why don’t you show Princess Y/N around Camelot while I discuss some things with the King and Queen?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Your Majesty,” Your father agreed.  Arthur turned to your parents.

“The we shall take our leave.  Your Majesty,” He bowed to your father, who nodded in reply.  “Your Highness,” Your mother curtsied.  You curtsied to your father and hugged your mother. 

“Be a lady,” She hissed in your ear before releasing you.  You gave a tight-lipped smile in return and nodded.  Arthur offered you his arm and you took it.  This is going to be a long day.

“Do you ride, My Lady?”  Arthur asked you as you strolled around the castle grounds.

“Please call me Y/N, My Lord.  Everybody else does.”  He gave a short chuckle.

“Very well.  Do you ride, Y/N?”  He asked again.

“Not often, My Lord,  I—”

“Arthur.”  You smiled.

“Not often, Arthur, I have little interest in such things.”  In all honesty, you loved to ride, but you remembered your parents’ warnings and you didn’t want to be responsible for creating a rift between the two kingdoms.  Arthur seemed disappointed by your answer.

“Well, it is not for everyone.”   He agreed.  He looked around for another conversation starter, and his eyes landed on the sparring grounds. 

“Have you any interest in the art of combat?”

“A little,” You decided to let the truth slip out a little. “But I’ve never had an opportunity to pursue such a sport.”

“I would be happy to show you some moves, if you’d like,” He suggested.  You wanted to accept his offer so badly, but you knew you couldn’t accept.

“Thank you, but I really shouldn’t.”  You said quietly.  He didn’t listen to you, and began to lead you towards the sparring grounds.

“Oh, come on!  Twenty minutes won’t hurt anyone.”    You laughed.

“Alright, alright,” You gave in quite happily.  When you entered the arena, you noticed two pairs of Knights training, while one supervised.  Arthur called over to them, and they stopped. 

“Men, I’d like you to meet Princess Y/N.  Y/N, these are my Knights.  Sir Leon,” He gestured to the man that was shouting orders to the men. “Sir Lancelot,” A dark-haired man with a gentle smile. “Sir Elyan,” The knight that wasn’t paying attention and stiffened at the sound of his name, causing you to chuckle. “Sir Percival,” A massive man who looked intimidating. “And Sir Gwaine,” A long haired man who winked at you.  The red-haired one—Leon—noticed and smacked him upside the head.  The five men bowed, and you answered with a curtsey.  “I’m going to show Y/N some tricks to swordplay.”

“Forgive me sire, but is this something a lady should partake in?” Sir Leon asked.

“Probably not, but I accepted his offer.”  You interjected.  Sir Leon nodded, and sent Sir Gwaine to retrieve a pair of blunt swords.  He handed one to you and one to Arthur, who was setting up a training dummy.  Seeing that you were ready to begin, he motioned for you to come over.

“Alright, we’ll start with two basic moves.  This is a lunge,” He mimicked the move. “And this a parry.”  He watched you try them.  “No, wait.  Your grip is a little off.”  You, of course, knew this, but you didn’t want it to seem like you knew what you were doing.  After thinking of a way to help correct you, he came up with an idea.  Coming so he stood behind you, he reached his arms around you and placed his hands over yours.  He slid your hands into the correct position, and led you through the motions once more.  He stepped back, satisfied with your improvement.  “You’re a fast learner, Y/N.”  He walked over to where he had laid down his sword and retrieved it.  “I think you’re ready for an actual opponent.”  He moved to the centre of the arena and waved his sword at you. “I’ll go easy on you,” He promised with a smile. 

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” You mumbled under your breath with a grin on your face.


“N-Nothing!”  You shouted back.  He shrugged.  You began to circle each other, slowly coming closer.  When you were closer, you spoke again.  “You sure you want to go easy on me?  I’m sure I could handle it.”

“Forgive me, Y/N, but I don’t think you are.”

“So be it.”  You swung your sword as you advanced.  Arthur’s eyes widened as he began to deflect blow after blow.    While he kept on the defense, you noticed that his left knee was left unguarded.  You struck him in the back of the knee with the flat part of your sword, sending him sprawling.  You stood over him with your blade at his throat.  The Knights howled with laughter.

“The Mighty Prince Arthur…beaten by a girl!”  Sir Gwaine choked out as he slammed his fist on the fence.  Arthur’s face turned red as you put your blade down.

“I thought… you said you…couldn’t…fight!” He panted.

“I never said that.  I said I didn’t.”  You grinned.  “But if you haven’t noticed, I lied.  I also happen to go riding as much as possible.”  His jaw dropped open as he took in all this new information.

“Then why did you lie?”  He asked, still in shock about the fact that a princess had beaten him in a swordfight.

“My parents told me to,” You said, growing serious.  “They don’t want me to endanger the chances of forming a treaty with Camelot.”  His eyes softened as he listened to you.

“Well you may be right about that; if my father knew he’d be…shocked, to say the least.  But, lucky for you, I’m not him.”   You looked at him, shocked.


“Personally, I don’t have an issue with girls learning how to defend themselves.  So if you’d like,” His face began to turn a light shade of red.  “I’d be happy to practice swordplay with you.”  He mumbled that last bit.  You smiled.

“As long as horseback rides are included,” You answered jokingly.  He grinned.  

“Of course, My Lady.”  He bowed dramatically.  “In fact, the sun will still be up for a few hours more, so would you care to go riding right now?”  He offered his arm and you slipped yours through his.

“It would be my pleasure.“

Thanks to the anon that requested this one!


A/N: Someone actually requested this while I was halfway done this. The only difference was that they wanted Arthur to be the one that the reader was betrothed to.

There was a familiar buzz in the air on the day of your arrival. You were the princess of the neighboring kingdom, but your family had been close to the Pendragons for generations. Your brother was less than fond of Prince Arthur, yet you found him amusing and a good friend.

“Merlin, the guest chamber is sorted, correct?” Arthur checked. You were arriving that evening.

“Correct, sire,” He replied with a grin. Merlin always anticipated your visits. “Everything is in order for when Princess Y/N arrives.”

“Good,” Arthur stated, “Now, no embarrassing yourself in front of her. I am aware that you tend to be more distracted than you usually are when she is around-”

“Noted, sire.” With that, Merlin left the prince by himself to attend other errands. The day was rather prosaic until about two hours before you arrived. Then, staff was rushing around, making sure everything was perfect for your visit. You were not particularly strict of how things were run when you visited, but you had a certain aura that made everyone be nice to you and think that everything must be perfect. 

Merlin waited anxiously besides Arthur near the main entrance to greet you. “Now, remember what I said,” he reminded when your carriage was in view.

The servant nodded forcefully, but a smile replaced his neutral expression when the carriage stopped and you exited from it. You smiled at the two, before whispering something in the carriage.

“Arthur!” You greeted, “It has been far too long.”

“Camelot welcomes you, Princess Y/N,” he said with a smile.

You only slightly rolled your eyes, then turned to Merlin. “It is so great to see you again, Merlin. I hope Arthur is not too much of a handful.”

“It could be better,” Merlin admitted, grinning. Your smiles were contagious. No magic spell could undo that. “Would you like me to take your trunks to the guest chamber?”

An unfamiliar look appeared on your face. “You might need another person to help.”

“Really?” Arthur asked with confusion evident on his face. You normally packed very light, but when Merlin looked in the carriage with your trunks, it almost tripled the normal amount.

“Yes, I’m sorry for not informing you, Arthur,” you apologized, “It all happened so quickly.” With that, a man with dirty blond hair exited the carriage. He was dressed as Arthur might be. He smiled at the three and stood next to you.

Arthur rose an eyebrow. “I’m Arthur Pendragon. You are?”

“I’m Prince James of N/K.” His smile fell to a slight smirk as he shifted awkwardly next to you.

“We are betrothed,” you said, “It just happened, and Father believed that James should accompany me on my short trip.”

Merlin had no words to say at that, so he simply started carrying one if your trunks to the guest chamber. “Congratulations to you two. I’m sure it will be a happy marriage,” Arthur stated. You never mentioned a Prince James before. He’d have to ask you.

Dinner was typical. You and James tried to engage in some conversation, but neither of you could hold one. Instead, you talked to Arthur and Merlin while James socialized with other people.

After dinner, Arthur pulled you aside. “What is happening? You two barely look like you can talk to each other, much less get married.”

“Father arranged it,” you admitted, “To strengthen bonds between our kingdoms. My responsibility is to my kingdom, not my heart.” You had been raised to think that by your father.

He smiled sadly. Princesses tended to be married off or given suitors to ‘choose’ their husband and king. “James is not bad at all,” you continued, “We have talked, but it is clear he is in my predicament as well.”

“Your predicament?”

“He loves someone from his kingdom, but it is inappropriate,” you said wistfully, “Perhaps in another time.” You were about to go to your chamber before Arthur said something that caught your attention. “Like you and Merlin.” Turning back with your mouth open to deny it, you stopped when Arthur cut you off. “Y/N, I know you well enough to recognize when you have feelings for someone.” The atmosphere changed when you turned away, not wanting to hear anymore. “It’s perfectly alright, Y/N.”

“Please,” you managed to say, tears brimming, “I do not wish to discuss this. I’ll be in my chamber.” Like the wind, you left swiftly so Arthur couldn’t see the tears spill from your eyes. James stumbled upon you, to check on you. His sad eyes met yours as he dropped the cheerful facade. The two of you wallowed in self pity and comforted each other.

The next day, Arthur requested to speak with Merlin before breakfast. “Is everything okay, sire?” He asked with confusion.

Arthur’s hard tone startled his manservant. “I suggest that you allow Princess Y/N complete her visit without interruptions from you, Merlin.”

“What? Why?” Merlin was genuinely confused, not to mention hurt.

He paused for a few moments before sighing deeply and running his face. Remembering his reasoning behind the order, Arthur continued with the cold tone, “Princess Y/N is to be married.” He looked at Merlin, hoping he would understand.

He did understand, but he still did not like the fact. “But we never-”

“Merlin!” His outburst made Merlin silent. “I’m sorry, but neither of you are to be happy if you remain close during this. Just acknowledge that she is a princess and this is what happens. I’m sorry.” Merlin just nodded, leaving the room quickly.

The day was torture for you and Merlin. He couldn’t even look at you for more than two seconds. At dinner, he actually caught you looking at him. Instead of your smile, you just glanced at Merlin with sad eyes and lowered your stare. He nodded, the reality of it finally sinking in.

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Day One of B’s Twelve Days of Christmas!

For day one, reply to this post with what your favorite part of this holiday season is! If you don’t celebrate Christmas, then reply with your favorite flavor of cake!

Requested by Anon

Warnings: none.

Imagine being betrothed to Arthur to secure an alliance, but falling in love with Merlin instead.

A/N: I really don’t have anything to say about this one. It’s cute and angsty! What else could you want?

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“It never would have come to this if you had not harbored the same hatred for magic as he did,” Morgana answered. “That is the only reason I sought the throne. So that I and the other magic users would not have to live in fear of persecution. Not have to hide who we are,” she continued. Her grasp on the sword did not loosen, though the hand that held it, shook. It had not been her intention, when she joined Morgause, to make an enemy of Arthur. But he’d kept the ban on magic. And became allies with a man that had trapped her in a hole for two years.

“Home?” she asked with a slight bitter laugh. “Even if I stopped this, I would not be welcomed in Camelot again,” she answered. She’d made too many mistakes. Though they’d been for her people, they were things she could not take back and could not be forgiven for. The sword she held suddenly felt a lot heavier, causing her to lower it ever so slightly. Her mind and heart swam with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

No but seriously, think about how a season with Arthur knowing about Merlin’s magic would have been.

Arthur meeting Kilgharrah, welcoming the Druids into Camelot, asking Merlin to entertain him with a spell when he’s bored, having an empty seat placed beside him on the round table all, “Stop gawking, idiot, and sit down already.”

But most of all I wanted him to hear the legends about Emrys from the Druids. I wanted him to stare at Merlin with awe before shaking his head and fondly saying, “There always was something about you, wasn’t there?”

Fic: Burning Bright (Chapter 2 - The Price)

Title: Burning Bright (Episode 2 - ‘The Price’)
Rating: G
Summary: What if Neal had survived to the start of Season 5, and Hook was the one to die? An attempted rewrite of the fifth season, episode-by-episode, with Neal in the place of Hook as Emma’s main love interest. Swanfire + all the canon relationships.

A/N:  Neal survived Quiet Minds and was the one to accompany Emma into the past at the end of season 3; Ariel didn’t show up in Poor Unfortunate Souls, so Hook drowned. Assume everything else is the same unless stated otherwise. Warning for pre-fic major character death. 

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The yellow bug gleams in the streetlight, and for a moment nothing has changed.

Neal can’t remember the last time he was in Emma’s car, but he’s fairly certain it was back when it was their car, their home, with their belongings a jumble in the trunk and the whole world open before them. There’re a lot of things Neal can’t remember now, it seems, and he’s pretty sure that’s Emma’s fault. They only got back to Storybrooke an hour ago, and Henry’s already bundled up in bed at Regina’s, a thousand wards up to keep Emma out. But Neal couldn’t think of going back to his own bed, of sleeping at a time like this.

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5.02 Episode Description

“The Price” - In an effort to protect Emma, Regina steps up in a surprising way that will test her mettle as a force for good. King Arthur and Queen Guinevere throw a royal ball to welcome the heroes to Camelot, but when the celebration takes a deadly turn, David and Robin must leap into action or lose a crucial asset in the fight to save Emma. Back in Storybrooke, Hook deploys a tried-and-true technique in hopes of bringing Emma back to the light while the heroes discover that some unexpected baggage has followed them home from Camelot, on “Once Upon a Time,” SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4 (8:00-9:00 p.m., ET) on the ABC Television Network.

“Once Upon a Time” stars Ginnifer Goodwin as Snow White/Mary Margaret, Jennifer Morrison as Emma Swan, Lana Parrilla as the Evil Queen/Regina, Josh Dallas as Prince Charming/David, Emilie de Ravin as Belle, Colin O'Donoghue as Hook, Jared S. Gilmore as Henry Mills, Sean Maguire as Robin Hood, Rebecca Mader as the Wicked Witch/Zelena and Robert Carlyle as Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold.

Guest stars include Lee Arenberg as Leroy/Grumpy, Beverley Elliott as Granny, Liam Garrigan as King Arthur, Joana Metrass as Guinevere, Andrew Jenkins as Percival, Olivia Steele Falconer as Violet, Gabe Khouth as Mr. Clark/Sneezy, Michael Coleman as Happy, David-Paul Grove as Doc, Faustino Di Bauda as Sleepy, Jeffrey Kaiser as Dopey, Mig Macario as Bashful and Raphael Alejandro as Roland.

“The Price” was written by Andrew Chambliss & Dana Horgan, and directed by Romeo Tirone.

Season 5 Spoilers Summary

This post will be updated with spoilers as we get them.


Sam Witwer as Jacob.  Late 30s - early 40s. An imposing, physical man.  Brutish and morally corrupt.  Jacob desires power above all else.  The power to control his own destiny however he sees fit.  With no discernible moral compass, Jacob will use any means at his disposal to get it.  Even if it means destroying his own family in the process…Recurring Guest Star To Recur For 521 (3/9-3/21) & 522 (3/21-4/2) As Well As In Season 6.  “evil and overbearing [mental hospital] warden who takes pleasure in tormenting his most disturbed and helpless patients.”

Hank Harris as Nathaniel.  “Late 30s - early 40s. Slight and weak.  Always in the shadow of his more powerful, and more sinister, older brother.  Nathaniel only wishes to be free of his sibling’s wretchedness.  But fate continues to thwart him, drawing them together in increasingly dangerous ways, and threatening all he holds dear…Recurring Guest Star To Recur For 521 (3/9-3/21) & 522 (3/21-4/2) As Well As In Season 6.” “a meek and troubled patient at a mental institution who finds himself trapped under the thumb of its evil and overbearing warden, Jacob”

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