arthur-opening

anonymous asked:

Can we get yandere U.K. kidnapping is crush only to find out their current s/o is also a yandere.

Arthur watched as s/o opened their eyes. They blinked and looked around, confused, before looking at him. They raised an eyebrow at him before glancing down at the restraints that bound them to the chair.  They sighed and looked at him. 

“Why?” Their voice was exasperated. They looked at him, unfazed yet incredulous, waiting for an answer. He just smirked. 

“I brought you here so you cant be taken by anyone else. You belong to me now.” Author stood up and looked down at them almost sadistically, grabbing onto their hair as he pulled their head back to look up at him. They smiled wide, almost startling him. 

“Man, great minds think alike, I was gonna do the same thing to you next Monday.” S/o chuckled. Arthur opened his mouth and then closed it again in confusion, causing s/o to giggle. Finally, he spoke. 

“You- You were planning on kidnapping me? For the same reasons?” He paused, “You feel the same way?” S/o looked up at him adoringly and giggled. 

“Of course! Look in my house if you don't believe me, All the supplies are there, even the chlorophyll. I was just waiting for an opportune time to do it. It’s nice to know you feel the same way I do, I don’t have to worry about you leaving so easily.” S/o looked elastic before they pulled at their restraints pointedly, Raising their eyebrows. “Mind letting me out of these? I can’t exactly cuddle you in these.” Arthur’s expression went from confused to delighted as he removed the bindings on s/o. S/o jumped up from the chair and wrapped their arms around him. Arthur happily returned the hug. 

“Is it possible to be even more in love with you now?” 

Thoughts on Draco and Kids.

Draco “eternal stick up my ass i hate everyone including you” Malfoy is not the person parents want to babysit their kids. He’s rude, blunt, sarcastic and foul. He’s the man who would save a baby from a fire solely because he knows what the parents would say if he didn’t. Draco Malfoy is the man who sets infants in cribs and leaves them to cry themselves to sleep. He never had a happy childhood, so why should they?

Except he’s not.

Draco Malfoy is the man who sings lullabies to a newborn Rose Weasley and rocks her to sleep. He’s the man who gave Teddy Lupin his first broomstick and taught him to fly, but not before teaching him to read and write. He’s the man who stargazes with Hugo and brings him chocolate when he’s feeling down. He’s the man who holds life in his arms and sees it for what it is: an innocent, precious gift. He never had a happy childhood growing up, and he’s going to give them something that he, as the boy who had everything, never had: childhood memories worth remembering.

Draco Malfoy is not the man people think he is, but the reasons behind his reluctance in sharing are unknown.

Harry saw him hold Teddy Lupin in his arms after his trial. They sat in a room waiting for his mother and Andromeda outside. He was awkward at first and the tears came before the smiles. Had Harry Potter not done what he’d done… a chubby hand with fingers the size of his nails non-too-gently patted his cheek after a few tears had fallen, and knowing how annoying children could be when upset, Draco smiled softly and wiped his eyes. One silly face turned into two, and that dark brown tuft of hair turned the exact shade of his white-blonde locks. He screamed, Harry laughed, Teddy cried, the hair was back to brown.

“He does that,” Harry remarked and gently bounced the child back to sleep.

Draco Malfoy went out for coffee with Harry Potter two weeks later. One cup turned into two, one meeting turned into five, one shop turned into a house. Three months later one quick babysitting date turned into one late night stay for his baby cousin. Draco Malfoy kissed Harry Potter that night with one soft infant snore in the background.

He met Victoire Weasley a few months later at the burrow for Christmas Eve Dinner. Molly Weasley’s pumpkin pudding did nothing to ease his nerves and the hard stares of George from across the table. Ginny smiled at the door, and Molly smothered him with hugs and food.

“As thin as Harry, young man… As thin as- Here, have some more potatoes!”

One plate turned into two, and by the end of the night he must’ve gained half his weight from treacle tarts alone.

Bill was strumming a guitar and not wanting to stand in the doorway besides George, Draco left for the kitchen. Three minutes later and a halfhearted argument won, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands were scrubbing plates.

“Always do it the muggle way,” she’d said. He couldn’t remember the rest. Near the end Victoire unsteadly crawled into the room. Her hair stuck up on one side of her head and it was clear the child had been sleeping. Sleep lines on her face didnt cover the dried spit all over her chin, and Draco smiled gently as he bent to down to pick her up.

“Miss Victoire,” he’d called her that first time. Laying her horizontal in his left arm, he wiped her chin and rocked her back to sleep. He continued to help clean the room with one hand, and didn’t miss Molly Weasley’s smile.

When Rose came along, Harry was already the favorite babysitter. He and Harry had been living together for quite some time, although it was clear the resident Weasley parents saw Harry as the sole caretaker on work days. They flooed in, asking if ‘Harry could babysit?’/p>

Draco didn’t mind, he never talked much about children. He liked them, but when Harry was blowing raspberries at Teddy on the dining room table, he didn’t take Teddy for himself.

Very few people know him as who he is, Draco and not Draco Lucius Malfoy. He takes pride in his name, but takes more pride in making Dominique smile when she’s pouting and teaching Rose the wand movements for 1st year charms at just 8 years old. He takes pride in his intellect and control, but takes more pride in perfecting his Princess Victoire and Teddy the Dragon voice when reading aloud Teddy’s favorite book.

Nine years later, at Christmas Eve dinner, while Arthur opened the wine bottles, Draco dismissed himself silently and walked upstairs. In the children’s room, Harry was laughing with the kids when he saw Draco standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. He looked back to the kids and stood up. When he told them Draco would read a special story, all protests at Harry’s departure ceased.

When Fluer walked up to kiss her three children goodnight, she had to stop herself from entering the room. Two minutes later, and the rest of her family was beside and behind her, staring into the room. With a high pitched voice, Princess Victoire shouted out from Draco’s lips.

“I may be short, and I may be a princess, but I’m strong! I’ll save my baby sister from that dragon!”

“The baby princess!” Dominique interuppted, and Draco smiled and nodded before turning the page.

When the voice of Teddy the Dragon came out of his mouth, Teddy the Human let out a pitched growl. “I’m gunna eat you!” He shouted and Hugo giggled.

“Hurry Uncle Draco! Ted’s gon eat 'Toire!” Rose added.

It started to make sense, and some adults found themselves laughing along with their kids. Things began to connect, and suddenly it was clear to the Weasley’s. Why their children, and grandchildren, called him “Uncle Draco.“ Why they screamed happily and ran up to hug Harry and Draco during babysitting days. Why Teddy spent half his childhood with white-blonde hair.

Two weeks later after the Hols had ended, Draco got a fire call from Hermione Granger. Almost immediately, he stood up and brushed off his pants.

“Hermione. Hello. Harry’s, uh, upstairs; I can go get him, if you’d-”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” She cut him off, and before Draco could feel the awkwardness creep up his veins, she had already continued on. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to babysit…?”

The Gwaine I know isn’t fit to be responsible for anyone, including and especially himself. I once saw him drink an entire jar of marinara sauce for dinner. Arthur, he opened up a new jar of marinara sauce and drank it like it was a thing normal people do. It was unholy. And then I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he said, and I quote, “It’s basically a smoothie.”
—  Merlin
Arthur finds out that Merlin has slept with every knight at the round table

“A prompt of my own making (I promise I’m working on the requests I have, this  just wouldn’t get out of my head)

(This is just a snippet of conversation that takes place shortly after Merlin and Arthur start sleeping together)


“Wait… you’ve slept with Merlin?” 

Leon smirked, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Merlin. He was slightly offended at Arthur’s incredulous tone. “Well, you don’t have to sound so surprised. I can have my own fun, you know.” 

“I’m not saying- I’m just-”

“What are we chatting about, lads?” Gwaine chose that moment to stroll into the weapons room, Percival, Elyan, and Lancelot following closely behind. 

Leon grinned. “Oh, just Merlin. And his exploits.” The rest of them broke out laughing. Gwaine clapped a hand on Leon and Merlin’s shoulders.

“Men, I expect to be included when I am the subject of conversation!” Merlin blushed and shook his head. 

You too?” Arthur stood up, shocked. Gwaine beamed. 

“Oh, Prince Arthur. Merlin here’s quite a catch. Can’t help it if you’re the last knight to realize.”

“I’m sorry, do you mean to say that… all of you have slept with Merlin?”

The knights shared a glance. Their laughs were barely contained as Arthur stared at Merlin, then looked around at the knights in the room. His eyes stopped on Percival’s hulking figure, picturing it intertwined with Merlin’s slim one. “Percival?” He swiveled back to look at Merlin. 

Percival answered for him, Arthur’s reasoning being clear. “Only once. Merlin was too much for me. Couldn’t take the heat.” He winked. 

“Elyan?”

Elyan laughed. “Gwen walked in on us making out once. She blushed every time she looked at me for a week.”

Merlin nodded. “She sat me down and started asking about my intentions with her brother, before I told her we were just having a bit of fun.”

Arthur opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, before looked up at the last knight with furrowed eyebrows.

“Even Lancelot? The noble?” 

Lancelot bowed his head, a satisfied smile playing on his face. 

Merlin bumped Arthur’s shoulder with a grin. “The most selfless of them all.”

Hot Neighbor

Written for: Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3

Prompt:  “Could you be any louder?” 

Relationship: Dean x Reader

Words: 1517

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Dean being awesome. 

A/N: Week three down. Tags are at the bottom. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Summary: Trying to collect her stuff from her exes apartment proves difficult until the hot neighbor next door helps her out. 

    You banged again on the door, “Arthur, open the fucking door right now!” Still, no response so you hit it again. All you wanted was to get your things and get as far away from your boyfriend as soon as possible. Well, technically he’s your ex now based on the compromising position you found him in the other night. Not to mention with your sister of all people. You banged again harder than before, “Let me in!”

    The apartment door behind you swung open and you turned trying to wipe away the tears from your eyes to face his neighbor. Your mouth dropped at how gorgeous his neighbor was with his sparkling green eyes, freckles, and his strong arms. The man was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants with a tight white T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and looked like he was pissed, “Could you be any louder, Princess?”

   “God I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking I just want my shit back from this asshole and he won’t open the door. I know he’s in there,” you spit out falling back against the wall and sliding down as you felt another wave of hurt. “I’m sorry.”

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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.”

“Why?”

“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?”

“What?”

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

“Yes.”

“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.”

“How?”

“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.”

“Why?”

“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.


She’s A Servant

Originally posted by alphabomb

Requested by anonymous:

“Could you do an imagine where the reader is in love with Arthur, but doesn’t dare say anything. She does tell Merlin however, who urged her to tell him. When morgana kidnapped the reader and tortures her, Arthur goes out of his mind to try and get her back, and when he does, he finally confesses to her that he has loved her for so long and they have a moment.”

Warnings: torture scene, angst, fluff

Note: First Merlin request!! let’s see how this goes :’) x I got super carried away with this but oh well


Wash the King’s ceremonial robes, make the beds, feed the royal horses, help out in the kitchen and… and… oh god what was the last thing? 

You inwardly cursed yourself as you ran through all the possible things you might have to do but could not for the life of you remember. Why were you so forgetful? These five things were the only things you needed to remember for the day, that was your only job. “Oh right do a delivery for Gaius.” You muttered when it hit you, letting out a breath of relief. 

You hurried down the endless maze of hallways of Camelot castle, weaving and dodging the other servants. You hadn’t been this stressed since King Arthur’s coronation. One of the other servants had to take the day off because of a high fever which left you with double the workload you normally had.

“Can someone for the love of god please go and fetch him! Tell him it’s a matter of urgency!” A loud voice thundered. You ignored it continuing to hurry through the hallways, being a servant for Uther Pendragon had made you used to shouting.

As you rounded a corner you smacked into a firm chest sending you stumbling back. Luckily you had pretty good balance and managed to not drop the mountain of clothes you had piled up in your arms.

“Ah *yn* just the person I wanted to see.” The person greeted and you poked your head around the clothes to see Gwaine. “Gwaine.” You greeted. “I must say you do look lovely today.” He remarked. “What do you want?” You asked raising a brow, knowing fully well it was probably going to be something you didn’t want to do.

“Well…” He trailed off. Yep here we go. “Agravaine needs to see the King, it’s an urgent matter regarding the kingdom. So it would be really helpfully if you went and fetched him.” He spoke before sending you an innocent smile.

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Rhaegar x Tyrell!Reader

Imagine being a Tyrell and catching the eye of Prince Rhaegar.

((Anon asked for a Rhaegar x Reader one shot where there’s no marriage to Elia or Robert’s Rebellion….I hope you like this anon!))

Word Count: 1,932

Waring: Uh….poorly written daughter to Olenna Tyrell? Poorly written Rhaegar? lol

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Merlin x Reader: Of Reluctant Wizards and Interrupting Kings

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

“Merlin,” You giggled as you tried to sit up.  “I really have to go to work now.”

He hummed against your shoulder.  “Do you really?”

“Yes!” You shrieked as he tugged you back into bed.  He locked his arms around you as you tried in vain to squirm out of his grip.  He blew raspberries against your skin and you dissolved into a laughing mess.  He pulled you even closer and curled around you, pecking your cheek as you snuggled back.  He intertwined your fingers together and held them up to see.  You heard the bell toll in the citadel.  You gasped.  “It’s already nine?!” You sat up abruptly, but you were tugged back into Merlin’s arms.  He pulled you on top of him and locked his legs around yours, clinging to you like a koala.

“Not yet,” He mumbled against your skin.  You sighed with a smile.

“We have to get up eventually.” You reminded, though you were as reluctant as him.

“So?” He tipped your chin up and kissed you softly.  “No one’s come looking for us yet.”

“MERLIN!  WHERE HAVE YO—” Arthur slammed the door open and strode into the room.   Merlin let go of you with one arm and pulled the blanket up to cover you both, before shoving you underneath him.   The King’s eyes landed on your intertwined forms, and his face turned bright red.  “Oh—Oh my—I’m sorry.” He muttered before bolting from the room and shutting the door behind him.    You an Merlin looked at each other, before bursting into laughter. You pressed your face into his chest as you tried to muffle your snickers, and Merlin’s face was buried in your hair.  When you finally calmed down, you looked at him knowingly.

“Now we have to get up.” He groaned and dropped his head to your neck in defeat.

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A Queen for the King #7

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Hannah [minor ofc]
Characters mentioned: People of the kingdom 
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,483
Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! This series would be nothing without you.

Co-written with @mrs-squirrel-chester

***Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without our express written permission.***


PREVIOUSLY ON A QUEEN FOR THE KING

Sighing in contentment, you spoke, not afraid of the words that were about to leave your lips, not after the incredibly private moment the two of you finally shared. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“That’s good,” he chuckled, turning to kiss your forehead. “Because I have already fallen.”

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Be With Me [1/?]

Cheesy title, blablabla. It’s late night and I wanted to write and the USUK network discord chat gave me the perfect excuse. So here, have some Magical Strike omegaverse.

“Hey Kirkland. Did you hook up with someone?”

Arthur turned away from the coffee machine to look at one of his coworkers, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and frowned.

“No. I don’t have the time for that.”

“Aww, don’t lie! I smell omega all over you!”

Arthur’s frown deepened and he lifted is arm to subtly sniff at it. His coworker only grinned more.

“I knew it! You’ve been with someone! So even a beta can get their hands on a nice omega once in a while, eh?”

Arthur paled, but his collegue didn’t notice as he continued to gush about omegas.

“They’re so nice! Their scents are heavenly and once they get in the mood, mmmh, I tell you, the best thing ever!”

Arthur cleared his throat to regain his composure and frowned at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have too much work to be with someone.”

His collegue only shrugged.

“You don’t have to lie about that to me, but sure, if you want to.”

“Before you spout nonsense you maybe should get back to work.”

Arthur took his finished coffee from the machine and left. He didn’t dislike it at first, but he came to hate the beverage over the years. It never had been good to begin with, but he had coffee from a machine for five years and it seemed to worsen with each day. He kept drinking it noenetheless, it kept him awake and the coffee machine didn’t offer tea. Not that machine made tea would have been good either. He sat down at his work station with a heavy sigh, he hadn’t expected this when he had applied to the job. His phone buzzed and he took it out to see a message from his sister.

Coming over tonight and bringing some of mum’s meat pie. Keys are at the usual place, right? I’ll make some tea for you to drink when you come back.

He smiled and replied to her before putting his phone away again and glanced at the mountain of unfinished work. Unlike in the films, it wasn’t an unimaginably high stack of paper, but instead about a dozen open tabs and word documents on his desktop. He sighed again. This would be a long day.

Rosa sniffed when Arthur entered his kitchen. The can of tea already sat there, hot and steaming and a plate with the meat pie next to it.

“Your scent is coming out.”

She surely didn’t sugarcoat anything. Arthur only sighed his what it felt like billionth sigh and sat down.

“I know. I have to heighten the dose again.”

“Again?” Rosa sounded alarmed. “How many are you taking already?”

“Three.” Arthur let his bones crack.

“Arthur, as much as I love and support you, that is too much. This amount of surpressants is going to backfire sooner or later. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.”

“I don’t care.” Arthur poured himself some tea. “As long as I can keep my job.”

Rosa frowned. “What if you never get heats again?”

“Never liked them anyway.”

“What if you’ll never find a mate?”

“Who said I wanted one?”

Now it was Rosa’s turn to sigh. “You’re so stubborn.”

“We both are.”

Arthur loosened his tie a bit. It was unusually hot today in the office. Did the forget to turn the air conditioning on? He fanned himself with his hand and tried to concentrate on his work again, but for some reason, he couldn’t focus. His mind was dizzy, the world in front of his eyes was swimming and he felt strangely light headed, despite the hot temperature in the office. He opened the first button of his dress shirt and made another attempt at concentrating, but to no avail. His head was stuffed with cotton and his desktop was blurry. Did he need new glasses?

Arthur failed to notice that the usual hectic clicking of keyboards in the office had lessened and several heads were turned towards him, sniffing the air as if it was a drug. One of his coworkers growled lowly and started inching towards him. When the others noticed that, they also got up, all moving towards Arthur’s desk.

Arthur leaned against the backrest with a sigh, took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a groan. He had been rather on the edge for the last few days, and today was the worst of them. Only when he felt a familiar wetness between his legs, he realized the situation he was in. The surpressants had stopped working. He had grown immune.

The chair clattered to the floor as he stood up with a quick movement and bolted towards the restrooms. He locked himself in a toilet stall and nervously bit his lips. He didn’t have much time. He needed to  get out of here before his heat got the better of him and turned him into a wet, moaning, begging mess. He knew what his heats were like, and even if it was weakened by him taking surpressants so long, it was still strong.

Arthur remembered with a shudder his high school days, where he hadn’t been taking surpressants and suffered through ten days of ridicously strong heats. It had been hell and it would be even worse now if he didn’t get out of here and back to his apartment soon. No doubt one of the alphas had a little less restraint than the others. He would be stripped, taken, knotted and marked without a second thought. Arthur didn’t even want to imagine it. A knock came from the door of the stall he was in.

“Yes?” He hated how weak his voice was.

“So it is you, Kirkland.” A cold voice replied. Arthur’s breath got stuck in his throat. His boss.

“You’re fired.” Arthur heard footsteps walking away and a muttered ‘filthy omega’. He pulled his knees to his chest, hugged them and started to cry.

His heat was long over, but Arthur failed to find a new job. Omegas were rarely employed afterall. His sister came over sometimes and tried to help the best she could, but her workplace didn’t need any new employees in Arthur’s field and they weren’t willing to employ someone with no experience.

Then the eviction notice came. He couldn’t afford paying the rent anymore and the owner of the apartment building was not hesitant to kick him out. Arthur swallowed dryly. What should he do? Moving would cost too much money, but he couldn’t pay the rent either unless he got a job, but no one would employ an omega. It was a cursed circle.

He had already started selling stuff he didn’t need to be able to afford the necessarities, but he slowly, but surely ran out of things to sell. He was getting desperate, even applying at jobs that he wouldn’t even have considered taking before, but the answer was always the same: no, no, no, no. We don’t want omegas here. Omegas should stay home and be a good mate, cook, clean and have children.

It was frustrating and infuriating at the same time. He was tempted to kick a chair when he come out from one of the offices in the employment agency after another fruitless attempt to get a job. He maybe even would have done it if it weren’t for the alpha in the same room. He gave him a quick once over.

Younger than him, a purple star painted on his cheek, one of the bangs in his fringe dyed in the same colour, a ridiculously long fancy coat with fur around the collar, skinny ripped trousers and the dress shirt with a few buttons too many open. Arthur allowed himself a small smug smile. Alpha or not, this guy probably wouldn’t get employed either.

Then the alpha looked up from his phone and his gaze landed on Arthur. Arthur froze when he grinned and walked over with long, confident strides.

“You!” He exclaimed, his voice loud and boisterous. “You’re perfect! Do you know how to organize stuff?” Arthur just nodded, overwhelmed by the alpha’s whole presence. “Perfect! Perfect!” The alpha laughed, his laugh equally loud as his voice. He leaned forward to look directly into Arthur’s eyes. “Ever wanted to be a secretary?”

the perfect present || fred weasley

request: Okay, so I have a request for a oneshot/ imagine where Fred is alive and happily married to the reader who is either a muggle or muggle born. And on Arthur’s birthday, the reader gives him a rubber duck for his birthday due to his curiosity for them. I don’t know haha this has been on my mind for a while and I thought it was super cute!! Thank you for your time! :)

a/n: the title sucks lmao

warnings: none

word count: 416

   Ah, there’s nothing like a birthday party. No, not the kiddie ones where the parents deal with screaming children; a nice, fun, relaxed party: Arthur Weasley’s.

   You had been married to Fred for as long as the war ended, and his dad’s birthday was coming up. His parents absolutely adored you, plus you were Fred’s wife, leading to your invite.

   It was a beautiful February afternoon, and the snow was glistening prettier than ever. Laughter and conversation filled the living room, as not only Arthur’s friends were there, but his children’s, too.

   You were a muggleborn, and understood Arthur’s fascination with Muggle things very well, leading you to get the perfect present. You looked at your present that you left by the front door, along with everyone else, and examined it. It was finely wrapped in orange wrapping paper, and topped with white ribbon and a red bow,

   You sighed, getting the attention of your husband, leading him to put his arm around your shoulder. You cuddled into him and rubbed your hands to warm yourself up.

   “Alright, tea’s ready,” Molly called, setting a bowl of fruit on the table. Everyone gathered around the table to take seats. There was an arrangement of foods: salad, turkey, sandwiches, fruit, etc, and it was very appetizing,

   Once everyone had finished their meals, they had moved into the living room to open gifts. “Mine, first! Mine, first!” Ginny had called, leading Arthur to open a small box with tickets inside. “They’re train tickets to France, for you and Mum,” she smiled. Arthur thanked her and moved on with the presents.

   After a few more presents, he picked up yours. You told him it was yours, and he began to open it. He folded the openings of the package to find a yellow rubber duck inside. Along with it was a card, not only saying “Happy Birthday”, but uses and meanings for the rubber duck.

   Arthur looked up at you and smiled. “I know how curious you were about that, so now you get a personal one,” you explained. “This is wonderful. Thanks, Y/N,” he responded, examining the duck.

   “This is why I married her,” Fred smirked. “Only this reason?” you asked, raising one eyebrow. “Yep, only this one. I knew long ago that you would get my old man this present, and I knew that I had to marry you,” he concluded, causing you to laugh. “Whatever you say.”

Practical Decisions (usuk omegaverse)

based off the prompt @mayumisatosan sent me: “betrothed princes” and i made it omegaverse cuz nobody can stop me. it was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away, ops


The agreement was made before Arthur was even born.

It was a political decision made between neighbor Kingdoms that were tired of fighting over a small piece of land that at some point both of them claimed to be theirs. So it was decided that the land would become their official trading point. And to unite the land it was agreed they should unite their families also, and that was where Arthur came in. He was to marry the second alpha in line for the throne of the Fenix Kingdom, and they’d move to the newly created Trading City of Qensport and they’d administrate it.  And as long as they did it right, the Fenix and Rosal Kingdoms would live in peace with each other.

Arthur was basically born for that. The Queen gave birth to an alpha girl and a beta boy before he, an omega, was finally born. And by that time his fiancé was already four years old.

Arthur grew up with his entire life planned in front of him. He didn’t have much to look forward to. He was going to study, he was going to marry an alpha named Alfred, he was going to administrate Qensport with Alfred, he was going to give Alfred children so they’d serve the Kingdoms as well, and then if he was lucky he was going to die peacefully when he was old.

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Reunited ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation


-Scenario-
Hi Can I have a fred weasley where she is at the burrow in half blood prince and she is talking with her father and mother remus and tonks about snape making the unbreakable vow and draco malfoy being a death eater? And there is the death eater attack and the reader immediately runs after bellatrix because she killed her uncle sirius and wants revenge? Fred runs after her along with her parents but they get seperated? You can end it however you want. Fluff and romance please! Thank you!

-Warnings-
Fire + the Death Eater attack.

~~Reunited~~

Being with the Weasleys always comforted you. Molly and Arthur loved having you with them and you were good friends with all of their children.

Especially their son, Fred Weasley, who actually happened to be your best friend.

But, you didn’t see him as just a friend.

You loved him. He always knew how to make you laugh when you were feeling down. You two were so close, everyone could have sworn you were dating.

The problem was that you were a year below him, and the last time you saw him was the day before you had to take your O.W.L.s where he told you his plan to get back at Umbridge.

You made him promise to write to you, and he kept that promise.

Now, it was Christmas vacation, and your parents, Remus and Tonks, were going over to the Weasleys.

When you all arrived, Molly and Arthur welcomed you with open arms. You went around giving hugs to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

Then, Fred and George walked into the room, and your heart stopped when Fred looked at you. And so did his.

You felt your eyes well up with tears as a smile grew on your face. “Fred!” You shouted, immediately running towards him.

“(Y/N)!” Fred beamed, opening his arms wide.

As soon as you reached him, you threw your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You took in his comforting scent. He smelled like cinnamon.

“Bloody hell, I’ve missed you,” Fred breathed, burying his face in your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much, Fred,” you rejoiced, your smile still glowing on your face. You pulled away from the hug, and your eyes locked with Fred’s, causing his cheeks to redden as well as yours.

George stood off to the side with his hands on his hips, pretending to look upset.

“And what am I? Chopped liver?” He chimed in, opening his arms for a hug as well.

“Of course not, Georgie. I’ve missed you, too,” you said, giving George a massive bear hug.

The three of you spent what seemed like hours catching up. It felt like you were back in school with them where it was just you three against the world. They were your best friends.

You all sat in the living room, talking about their shop and how school was going for you. You missed talking to them like this.

All throughout the conversation, you would catch Fred gazing over at you. Just studying your face. And whenever you would catch him, he’d turn away quick.

“So, how has-” you began, but you were cut off by Remus.

“Excuse me, boys. Could we have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked. The twins both shook their heads and got up. Before Fred left the room, he came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Come find me afterwards, yeah?” He whispered. His breath sent shivers down your spine. You nodded in response and he left.

You were left with Remus, Tonks, Harry, and Arthur. Harry said that Lord Voldemort had chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission and you talked about how Snape had made the unbreakable vow with Narcissa.

Remus refused to believe that Snape wasn’t to be trusted since Dumbledore trusted him.

Everyone was silent for a while. Then everyone began to leave the room, including you.

You roamed around the burrow trying to find Fred. Then you saw George.

“Hey, Georgie, have you seen Fred?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him; red hair, brown eyes, looks just like me except a bit shorter. That Fred?” George joked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I meant do you know where he is?”

“Why? Looking for a snogging partner? I know he wouldn’t be opposed to that–oops.” George quickly realized what he had just said. Your eyes were wide.

“Georgie, what aren’t you telling me?” You crossed your arms.

“It’s not for me to tell, (Y/N). But, Fred’ll tell you. Hopefully if he doesn’t chicken out, but that’s not like him. He’s outside,”

You immediately made your way outside.

“Tell me how it goes!” George called out.

~*~

You finally found Fred in the backyard, laying in the grass.

“Hey, Freddie,” you smiled, moving strands of hair away from your face.

He looked up at you and smiled back. “Hi there.” Fred pat the ground next to him, gesturing for you to lay down.

You lied down on your back next to Fred, laying your hands on your sides as you looked up at the stars.

“Thank you for keeping your promise, Freddie.”

“Huh?”

“Writing to me. It was like I still had you with me at Hogwarts,” you smiled to yourself.

Fred started to grin. “Of course. I’m sorry it’s been so long since we’ve actually seen each other. I’ve missed you, (Y/N).” Suddenly, you felt Fred’s fingers touch yours. He slipped his hand into yours and interlocked your fingers with his, causing a blush to creep up your cheeks.

You cleared your throat and shook off your blush. “So, Georgie told me something very interesting,” you grinned, looking over at him.

“Oh yeah? What did he say?” He turned his head to look at you, giving you that smirk that made you melt.

“Well, I asked him where you were, and he said ‘why? Looking for a snogging partner? I know Fred wouldn’t be opposed to that’,” you said.

Fred stood up and let go of your hand, which made you stand as well.

“Fred? Are you-”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),”

“What?”

“I just… Left. I left without telling you…” he paused and let out a sigh, hiding his face in his hands,

“Telling me what?”

Silence.

“Fred?”

“(Y/N), I love you.” He blurted. Your eyes went wide. You were trying to say you loved him back. But all you could do was press your lips against his, and he sure didn’t complain.

He cupped your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. His lips tasted like the miniature pies Molly had made for dessert, making you melt.

The kiss got more intense; you slightly opened your mouth to catch your breath, and Fred took that as an opportunity to slip in a bit of tongue, and that drove you crazy.

His arms snaked around your waist while you ran your fingers through his soft, red hair.

Suddenly, a ring of fire surrounded the burrow, immediately causing you both to pull away.

You held onto Fred tightly. Then, you saw her.

Bellatrix Lestrange. The Death Eater who killed Sirius.

The fire surrounding the burrow wasn’t the only fire growing. Hate and anger began to take over your entire being, and she noticed.

She gave you an evil grin, and disappeared into the field of wheat.

And you immediately chased after her, wand at the ready.

“(Y/N)!” Fred called out. You didn’t look back, and he followed you.

The fields were thick, and everything was hitting you in the face, but you didn’t care. She killed Sirius. He was like your uncle, and you loved him to death. And now, he was gone.

“I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!” Bellatrix chanted, knowing that you were chasing her.

Fred was running, and he couldn’t see where he was going, but he was desperate to find you.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?!” He shouted, smacking away the stalks of wheat.

Suddenly, you found yourself in a tiny swamp area of the field. Bellatrix was nowhere to be seen, but you could still hear her chanting.

You then heard something moving around in the field. You whipped your head towards the source of the sound, holding your wand up. Fred then emerged from the field, causing you to put down your wand and let out a sigh of relief.

“(Y/N), what are you doing? You’re gonna get killed out here!” Fred worried, grabbing you by your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He began checking your for injuries.

Your eyes began swimming with tears. She killed Sirius, Fred,“ you sobbed.

“I know… I know…” he pulled you into his chest, allowing you to cry on him.

“But I can’t lose you, (Y/N). And neither can Remus or Tonks.” And with that, Fred took out his wand, and apparated the two of you back to the burrow.

The fire on the lawn was put out. It was completely dark and everyone who was in the house was now outside.

You looked up at Fred, tears shimmering in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours. “You’re okay…” he whispered gently.

“I love you, Fred,” you cried softly.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

Everything was okay for a moment.

Then that moment ended.

The Death Eaters had set the burrow on fire.

You looked over at Molly. All the color drained from her skin and she looked at her burning home in defeat.

Fred took hold of your hand tightly and watched the burrow become engulfed by the flames, his eyes becoming glossy.

Everyone just stopped and stared…

~The End~
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Late fall 2014 I was going through a dark period and I read nearly 50k+ words of Merthur fic a day. So because someone asked (whybecauselogic) long ago, and because I appreciate these works so much for haven gotten me through that time, here’s my merthur rex. Most are novels! Happy FFWA, all you writers out there!

(gif is not mine found it on google but no link to original)

canon era:

stars above, stone below by destina

words: 46,843 | rating: explicit | genre: romance
summary: After the disastrous end of his betrothal to Gwen and the regret of his offer to Princess Mithian, Arthur swears off finding a wife until he’s ready to wed. When Merlin offers himself to Arthur as bedmate, Arthur suggests they hand-fast in secret for a single year of mutual pleasure without obligation. As their year together unfolds, and secrets and betrayals unravel around them, Arthur and Merlin learn there is no such thing as uncomplicated pleasure. Everything they thought they knew can change in the span of a single year.

para bellum by destina

words: 51,464  | rating: explicit | genre: romance/est relationship
summary: After Merlin goes missing, Arthur forges new alliances to repel a deadly threat to Camelot. Nothing will stop Arthur from finding Merlin, and nothing will stop Merlin from protecting Arthur – no matter the cost.

seven magpies by syllic

words: 33,448 | rating: explicit | genre: romance
summary: Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he’d had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn’t. Arthur wakes up somewhere he doesn’t recognise, but where he clearly belongs.

in want of a wife by syllic

words: 43,209 | rating: explicit | genre: romance
summary: uther intends marry off arthur, so arthur takes it as his chance at a bit of freedom before he is to be married.  (my summary not the authors)

the knights have a thousand eyes by stakeaclaim

words: 73,565 | rating: general | genre: friendship/romance
summary: In which Arthur is out of sorts. His manservant leaves a lot to be desired, Morgana is scary, Merlin’s ‘luck’ is becoming too noticeable, his knights need to learn some lessons, and they’re beginning to act very strangely. Arthur blames Merlin.

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