is this where you went arthur

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Dear Merlin, I am telling you now, because I’m afraid that it might be too late one day if I don’t: This was the most fun I’ve ever had. You’re next to me in my life. You’re the best person in the world, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Please remember me, even when I’m not there anymore one day to pick on you, and laugh at you, and call you names. You said I made you feel special. Well, you are special. And I would spend centuries with you if I could. I fear that the universe would rip in half if we went further apart than this, but I don’t think we have a choice. It’s not fair, but none of it ever was. Whatever the future holds, though, I don’t want you to change. I want you to always be you. Let’s make it the best life we can. Love, Arthur. 

tbh the whole deal with lancelot can barely be called cucking bc arthur basically went “hey lancelot I’m gonna need you to escort my wife to a picnic at this romantic lake deep in the forest where nobody will disturb you I had merlin lay out 5000 rose petals in advance and also I packed you lunch and a monster condom to use on your magnum dong for when you fuck my wife”

Jealousy

Summary: For work reasons Mick and you spent more time together than you had before. Much against Arthur’s liking and he would make sure to show Mick that he had no chance with you, knowing Mick was crushing on you.
Requested by two Anons!

Words: 1034

Pairing: Arthur (Mr. Ketch) x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Jealous!Ketch, unprotected sex, rough sex

A/N: This sucks I’m sorry lol


“When do you think the Winchesters will give in and join us?” Mick had asked as the two of you were going through a list of supernatural happenings in your surroundings.

“I’m not sure, it seems like Sam is already starting to give in. With Dean, I’m not so sure… hey, look at that nest there… seems too close to us for my liking,” you noted and leaned just over his shoulder, supporting yourself with a hand on said shoulder as you pointed to the screen. At first Mick didn’t say anything but then nodded a little.

“Yes… you’re right. We should send Ketch to take them out,” Mick had told you.

“Y/N can come with me. After all, she’s a good hunter as well,” Ketch said as he just entered the room. You glanced over your shoulder and noticed him giving you a stern glance. Whatever that was about.

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My Shot - Arthur Pendragon

Fic #3 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: My Shot

You woke up to the sunlight shining in your eyes, which was confusing for two reasons. One: usually one of the servants woke you up before then. Two: Arthur wasn’t in bed next to you. He always got you up when he did. He was in the room, however. You could hear him changing behind the screen. You picked up your pillow and threw it at the screen. It knocked over and Arthur shouted.

“What the hell?” he asked, poking his head out. You shrugged and smirked at him. He shook his head and was clearly trying to fight off the smile growing on his face. 

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” he said, walking out from behind the screen. He pulled his shirt over his head, so you only got a glimpse of his abs. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I wanted to watch you sleep.” You snorted. “I also was waiting for this to arrive.” Merlin stepped in and handed Arthur a rather large box. Merlin waited there, an eager smile on his face until Arthur shot him a look. You gigged as Merlin walked away.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“For you,” Arthur said, walking towards the bed. He sat down on the bed and handed you the box. You twisted your lips and studied him.

“Why?”

“I can’t just by something because I love you?”

“No, you can and that’s a very kind thought, but I can’t help but wonder what your ulterior motives are.” Arthur looked at you plainly, clearly trying to show you that he was being honest. 

Normally, you wouldn’t be this demanding when Arthur did something sweet, but you two hadn’t been getting along so well lately. Arthur was challenged to a duel with a man who had already killed four knights. You begged Arthur not to take it up, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He said if you didn’t like it you didn’t have to be there. 

Ever since then, he had been trying to make up for that exchange.

“Well thank you,” you said, lifting the lid off to reveal a gorgeous green gown. “Oh, Arthur, it’s gorgeous.” You leaned forward and hugged him. Arthur held on to your back firmly and didn’t let go for a longer time than usual. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said after kissing you. “You’ll wear it today?”

“Sure.” He grinned and stood up.

“Good. I’ll see you a little later, okay?” You nodded and he was gone, off to a meeting with some of his knights.


You had changed into the gown and had spent time helping out Gauis. A week earlier, a village on the far side of the kingdom had lost all of their crops in a large fire, so you were housing them and healing the burn victims. However, it was past noon now and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. You expected to find Arthur in the throne room to invite him to lunch with you, but as you were walking back towards the castle, your attention was drawn by a sword fight. 

More accurately, your attention was drawn by a sparring between the knights. This was odd because they usually trained in the morning, not the afternoon. You walked towards them, finding that Arthur was facing Gwaine right now. You stood next to Elyan who smiled over at you.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said. A second later, his smile fell and everyone looked over at you. Arthur and Gwaine even stopped fighting. Arthur pulled off his helmet and looked at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed?” you asked, looking around nervously. 

“No. Of course you are, we were just-”

“Busy,” Gwaine said. You looked over at him and he smiled. 

“Busy training?” you asked. He nodded and your head snapped back to Arthur. “I thought we were past this,” you said. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the other side of the field. He took a drink, but you didn’t stop looking at him. “Arthur.”

“Now’s not the time.”

“When would you like to talk about this? Later today when you’re slain.”

“I’m not going to die!” he yelled. Your face hardened and you shook your head. Now it made sense why he had given you the dress. You continued to shake your head to stop yourself from screaming or crying and walked towards the castle. “Y/N. Wait.”

You didn’t. You were already inside when Arthur finally did catch up to you. He grabbed onto your arm when you didn’t turn around, but still you pulled your arm away. 

“Y/N, please,” he said. You sighed. You were already half way up the stairs. You caved and looked at him.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to hide this from you.”

“I don’t know how you thought you could have. I live here, too.”

“I know. It was foolish of me to try.” You sighed and smiled a little. “But I have to do this.”

“No you don’t.” He sighed and sat down on the steps, putting his head in his hands.

“You don’t understand.” You mimicked his movements and sat next to him. You scooted closer until your knees were touching.

“Explain it to me. What don’t I understand?” He looked up at you and you nodded once, encouraging him. 

“It’s time that I prove myself to the people. Not just a handful of them, and not just with my name.” 

“Arthur, you’ve already done that.”

“On a small scale. But with this tournament, I could finally prove myself to them.”

“But you won’t get to prove anything to them if you die.”

“You don’t have any faith in me.”

“Yes I do,” you said, taking his hand in yours. “But I also care about you and love you. I don’t want to watch you kill yourself just to prove something you don’t have to. You’re already a great king, Arthur, you don’t have to do anything extra. Just wait, the-”

I’m past patiently waiting, Y/N! I’m going to passionately smash every expectation set on me. Every action I take is an act of creation. I’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinking past tomorrow.”

“So am I. I’m thinking about a tomorrow without you.”

“Think about a tomorrow with a better king.”

“You already are a better king than you were yesterday. I already imagine you like that.”

I’m not throwing away my shot, Y/N,” he said finally. You frowned and looked down at your entwined hands. 

“I know.” You released his hand and stood up. He looked up at you hopefully as you walked up the stairs. You went into your room, and Arthur didn’t follow. You sat there for a long time until it was nearly tournament time.n;t 

Although every fiber of your body was telling you not to go, you went. You found Merlin and had him bring you to the tent where Arthur was getting ready in. He looked surprised to see you, but still smiled. 

“Hi,” you said. 

“Hi. Could you give us a minute?” he asked Merlin. He nodded and scooted out of the tent.

“Need help?” you asked, already walking forward to tighten his armor. He stood still as you worked, and smiled when you pulled away.

“Thank you. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Of course I came.” You held your breath as you looked at him. He frowned a little and you immediately ran into his arms. It was hard to hug him like this. Arthur was muscular, but he was soft and warm to hug. Every part of his body would curl and form into yours - yet, in this armor, he was hard and closed off. That didn’t stop you from holding on tight.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I believe in you,” you whispered. He hugged you tighter, which you didn’t think was possible. A horn sounded from outside, signaling that it was time for the match. “Time to take your shot,” you said. He nodded. “Good luck.”

You walked out to the stands and took a seat. You watched as Arthur walked out onto the field, and waited for the other night. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw him, and tried to remember how hard and cold Arthur felt when you hugged him. No one could hurt something like that, you told yourself. 

You watched in horror as they fought, each blow making you flinch. Near the end, you were sure you were about to watch the love of your life die, but the knight’s sword slipped magically and Arthur delivered a killer blow. The crowd went insane, but you couldn’t scream. In fact, you felt like crying. 

Arthur pulled off his helmet and nodded at you first. You nodded back and you could see him sigh. Arthur rose up, and he would continue to rise up.

Three Little Words

“Meet my family” Those three small words had thrown your mind into a tizzy, their implications huge, knowing how much Tommy valued his family and their privacy. You sat nervously in the back of the car, fussing with the hem of your dress, a light chiffon day dress, perfect for the informal picnic that Ada had no doubt planned for the group. Your mind continued to race, thinking back to the moment he’d said those three words, his crystalline eyes showing a speck of vulnerability, a chink in his armour, the crack in his ever composed exterior. This was it, this was his way of saying I love you without uttering those three impossibly heavy words.

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Where did you go?

Michael x reader

I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)

He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open.
“What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him.
“I’m pregnant”
“Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking.
“I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over.
“No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed.
“Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels.
“If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.”
“Are you fucking joking Michael.”
“What?”
“I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Well, what are you then?”
“Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.



A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath.
“(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door.
“Michael, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank.
“What do you mean? Gone where?”
“London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”

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GUESS WHAT HAPPENED
  • England: You’ll never guess what just happened.
  • Wales: You went out in the hallway, stumbled into an inter-dimensional portal, which brought you 5,000 years into the future, where you took advantage of the advanced technology to build a time machine, and now you’re back to bring us all with you to the year 6986, where we are transported to work at the think-a-torium by telepathically controlled flying dolphins?
  • England: No. Alfred kissed me!
  • Wales: Who would ever guess that?

anonymous asked:

8i for the ficlet thing

Ahhhhhh I don’t know how to make things short anymoreeeeee.

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Dr. Merlin Emrys was the best forensic scientist in Camelot City. He was detailed and thorough in everything he did. There was never a scrap of evidence out of place or a particle forgotten when Merlin was working on a case. It was probably the only reason Super Special Agent Prat-dragon put up with Merlin for so long. Especially when Merlin called his boss, Special Agent Arthur Pendragon, any variation of his real name. It was a miracle Merlin hadn’t been sacked for insubordination.

Arthur usually said that he only kept Merlin around because no one else could identify ‘random shit’ like Merlin could. Merlin took it as a compliment since the evidence he found was usually essential to their cases. Once Arthur even admitted that without Merlin his team would have been dead in the water on a few cases.

Despite all Arthur’s talk, Merlin was fairly certain that Arthur kept him around because Arthur actually liked him. Merlin had been added to Pendragon’s team five years ago, and despite a rocky start, Merlin and Arthur had clicked within that first year. Their minds worked in sync and as soon as Arthur had something, Merlin was one step behind him. They were two peas in a pod, despite the fact that they bantered more than they talked. They saw each other everyday. If it wasn’t at the morning report, it was lunch in the cafeteria, or Arthur visiting Merlin in his lab. Arthur often brought Merlin his favorite coffee from Dragons Cafe with a perfect amount of whipped cream (too much whipped cream in Arthur’s opinion). Merlin also knew that Arthur went in person to get the coffee, instead of sending a terrified lackey, because the cups always said ‘Arthur’ on the sides. They had become a pair, and Merlin had thought perhaps if they hadn’t met at work…there would be something more there too.

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Requested by Anon
Reader storms off after a fight with Tommy and is found & brought back by a brotherly Arthur to a very worried/angry Tommy; Makeup smut ensues.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Swearing.  
I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND I TRIED TO WRITE SMUT AND IT’S PROBABLY AWFUL BUT I TRIED.

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“You should have thought about that before you said you would marry me.” Tommy snapped angrily at you, his words stinging.

You had been arguing about Tommy coming home at all hours of the night, or the constant worrying, and the fact that lately he had been purposefully excluding you from family meetings, which you usually attended. Esme was allowed to be there, but you weren’t. You had been very close to the Shelby family since the men came back from war. They were all good friends with your brother, who died in battle. When he died, they took you in. You felted slighted as Esme had only just married into the family recently.


You and Tommy had been engaged for a year, waiting for the right time. Lately, you weren’t sure there would ever be a right time, especially now with Tommy being so secretive and distant. Your emotions were high, Tommy completely shutting you out, dismissing your thoughts and pleas.

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Missing Parts - 25.

Part 26
Missing Parts Masterlist

You used the Hogwarts Express a couple of times by now, but that was probably the longest road you’ve ever had. Having no clue what happened with Harry, you were worried sick, and walking through the train, trying to find Fred and George, you had to realize the whole Weasley family disappeared too. They should’ve been on the train. Hermione left with the Knight Bus earlier, so you didn’t have the chance to talk with her either, though she only knew as much as you did. Luna kept you company, she helped you to calm down somewhat, at least as long as you sat on the train.

You walked to the Grimmauld Place from the King’s Cross alone, sometimes half running, though you haven’t realized how fast you were going until you had to slow down to catch your breath. Stepping inside slowly, there was only deep silence; the kitchen and the drawing room stood empty. It seemed like the whole house was deserted, but walking up on the old, creaking stairs, you met with your father at the landing of the second floor.

“Dad!” – you yelled instantly and a smile finally hovered over your face, forgetting about your worries. He didn’t even have a time to be surprised as you appeared there so suddenly, because you hugged him immediately. – “Where is everybody? And what happened with Harry? McGonagall said…” – you started, pulling back and speaking fastly before he cut you off.

“He’s fine. Well, mostly.” – he said, and you shot a confused but scared glance at him as he led you down to the basement, where you could speak in peace, without half of your ancestors accidentally start to shouting at you from their frames. Taking off your coat and scarf, you took a seat next to the long table.

“Arthur has been attacked by Voldemort’s snake. He’s fine, he’s alive.” – he added quickly, seeing your shocked face. – “But he’s at the St. Mungo’s. They went to visit him.”

Still taken aback by what you just heard, you were speechless, and it took a long minute before you could say something again. “I still don’t understand. Neville said Harry was sick, I thought something happened with him.”

“Not exactly.” - he sighed. – “He saw the attack. Don’t ask me how, somehow in his dream.”

And again, you fell silent. It was so obvious something wasn’t right with those dreams he have, but how could he saw the attack? “He has weird dreams for months. He don’t know where, a place with dark walls.” – you started in a low voice, staring off into the distance. – “But they must be very vivid and realistic, because he always tossing and turning, reaching out his hands like he’d be really there.” – raising your head up, you looked at him. – “So these aren’t just dreams, are they?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is out of my knowledge. Dumbledore will surely can tell more.” – you just nodded lightly, thinking about how you said to Harry several times he should go and tell about it to the headmaster, but he was too stubborn. Deep in your thoughts, glaring at the walls again your father – now much lighter – voice woke you up. – “Try to cheer up a little. I think he’ll need it.”

Letting out a soft laugh, you said, “Yes, I get used to it.”

He smiled back and opened his mouth to say something, but then the door of the kitchen opened as your mother arrived back from the ministry. Suddenly you remembered that little chat with Umbridge, but decided to keep in secret. The three of you talked about little things, school, and of course, Harry and you.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t write about us. I just… I really wanted to tell you in person.” – you apologized, but they just smiled.

“It’s okay. We’re happy for you.”

To her words, your father nodded. “We are.” – he said, but then narrowed his eyes. – “And did I understand right you’re sleeping with him?”

Widening your eyes, you had to thinking a little until you realized he was referring that you said you saw him while he was dreaming. Before you could answer, your mother spoke up. “That’s their business, not yours.”

“I was just asking.” – he explained. – “You know, if you need some talk… I’m here.” – he was nodding slowly.

“What talk?” – you asked, but then understood, which made you stood up from your seat. – “No. No. I know everything, thanks.” – Clearing your throat, you tried to cover your embarrassed tone.

“Oh, do you?”

Grabbing your scarf and coat from the chair, you muttered something like “I’ll go upstairs to pack out.”, but you heard your mother voice from the door.

“You’re so good at this.”

“Parenting?” – he asked proudly.

“Embarassing your daughter.”

After you emptied your trunk and changed your clothes, you went back down to the kitchen to make a tea. Barely finishing, you heard low noises from the hallway before the door opened again and half of the Weasley family filled the room. You asked them about Mr. Weasley, but Harry wasn’t with them.

“He went to sleep. He… I don’t think he’s well.” – Ron said worriedly, and for a moment you considered to leave Harry alone, but at least you wanted to check on him. Arriving to the floor where his room was, you heard a shout right before you opened the door; he stood in front of Phineas Nigellus’ portrait.

He was so pale and looked so devastated, angry too, until he saw you, because then his face softened somewhat. “Are you okay?” – you asked quietly, glancing at the emty portait before you looked back at him. He just nodded, so you walked closer to him, cupping his cheek. His skin was cold and he had dark circles under his eyes. – “Have you slept?”

He closed his eyes and took your hand in his, squeezing a little as he shook his head as a no, barely visible. “Come to my room. No one will bother you there.”

He followed you into your room where he sat on the edge of the bed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. As he was still wordless and avoided your face, you started to think it’d be better to leave him alone for a while. “I’ll be downstairs. I let you…” – he didn’t let you to finish; grabbing both of you hands, he looked up at you.

“No, please. Stay here with me.” – his almost desperate voice made your heart ache.

But as you plopped down next to him, he avoided your eyes again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not now.” – he muttered, and you smiled at him kindly, though you were thinking about one thing: he doesn’t want to talk about it at all, not even later.

The experience was still too fresh, so you rather didn’t bothered him. “Sleep a little.”

“I don’t want to.” – he breathed out, and you didn’t need to ask why.

“I stay here with you, okay? I’ll wake you up if something isn’t right.” – Harry hesitated, but then nodded shortly, so you lied down on the bed, pulling him with yourself.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt as he let out a long, trembling sigh. His hand lost in your hair, and as you started to rub his back, a few minutes later he was already fast asleep. You listened his steady breathing at least for half an hour, and soon enough his skin wasn’t so cold anymore; you dozed off too.

Ron woke you up after hours sleep, right before dinner. Sitting up on the bed, you could tell Harry had no intention to go down. “You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” – he said as firmly as his raspy, sleepy voice let him. – “But you go, I’ll be alright.”

As he turned on his other side, you understood he won’t come with you no matter how nicely you ask, and there was absolutely no point to argue with him. Before you stood up and left the room, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Harry?” – your mother asked after you sat down next to the table, but everybody else waited for your answer aswell. Besides the Weasleys only your parents and Remus were here today, no one else from the order.

“I didn’t want to wake him up.” – you lied, because you didn’t want to get into a discussion about him now. It seemed the others were in a better mood, relieved somewhat, but you couldn’t really talk or eat much. Excusing yourself soon, you walked back up to your room, but Harry was sleeping again.

Since you were sure you can’t sleep now, you sat down next to him on the bed with a book, reading for like an hour before he woke up again, turning to you. Smiling at him worriedly, you put the book down on the nightstand and gave his spectacles to him. Not being completely sure if you should ask again or not, firstly you just leaned closer, pressing a few kisses on his lips, making him smile a bit.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Laughing softly, you eyes widened. “I should ask you!”

A little smile appeared at the corner of his lips, just for a moment as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Did you heard what happened?”

“Yes. You saw Mr. Weasley’s attack?”

He shook his head. “It’s not just that. I saw it through the snake.” – his voice was quiet, like he was afraid somebody else would might hear him too. – “Through the snake, Y/N.”

“Wait.” – you started after a confused silence, suddenly understating why he was so miserable. – “You don’t think you did this, do you?”

His silence said everything. “Harry, that’s impossible. I don’t know how you could see it, but it wasn’t you who did it!”

“How can you be so sure? You wasn’t there. You don’t know what I felt. Because I felt…”  - he started angrily, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. “I just… Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“You really needed to ask this?” – you smiled. – “Of course you can.”

He lowered his head on your shoulder as you hugged him tightly. You tried to comfort him with a few calming words, telling him that there’s no way he could do anything like that, but he didn’t say anything; just stayed silently on your embrace, like if you were the only strong point, the pillar of his life. By now you learnt if he isn’t ready to talk about something, you have to give him some time. Also, you had absolutely no idea how you should treat this situation, because as everybody else you didn’t really understand what happened either. For now the best you could do is be there for him.


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here we are again | john shelby

two anons wanted a continuation of these moments/john+reader having another kid so i combined them

“You’re fucking kidding me. I better be fucking dying”

You whispered against the cool tile as you perched against the bathroom wall, swallowing against the nausea.

“Mummy?”

You cracked your head up, swiping a hand over your mouth. Joe was hovering in the doorway, his pyjamas slumped around him.

“Hey baba”

“Are you ill?”

“Yeah, I think I might be”

“Should I get Pol?”

“Please”

He flew off down the hallway and you heard his little feet pattering down the steps. You waited, bracing yourself back as another wave ran over you.

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Sunbeams

Originally posted by livingstills

Prompts: “I like your laugh”

“What other hidden talents do you have?”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”


“Are you sure it’s safe going out in the wood’s today?” Merlin asked as he trailed closely behind you as you both walked down the corridor from Gauis’s workroom. “Gauis said we’re supposed to get a storm.”

You looked over your shoulder to him and smiled, throwing your cloak over your shoulders and tying the red string.”Merlin, I don’t think a little rain will kill me.”

“Perhaps I could go with you?” He offered, moving sharply to stand in front of you, blocking your pathway.

Your eyes went wide for a second when he suddenly appeared in your sight but you gave him a sideways look. “You’re acting very strange,” You pointed as you took a step towards him, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling well?”

Merlin’s eyes met yours and his cheeks suddenly heated up, adorning them with a light pink hue. “N-No?” He said with an embarrassed laugh.

“You’re warm, perhaps you should go back to Gaius,” You suggested as you withdrew your hand. “I think you might have a fever.”

For fear of embarrassing himself further, Merlin nodded silently and quickly walked passed you, tripping on his feet as he did so, causing you to send him another worried look.

“…I meant to do that.” He covered quickly, straightening himself up and clearing his throat as he walked away at a fast pace.

Merlin kept his gaze locked on the ground until he was safely out of your eyesight before he crashed into the nearest wall, leaning his head back on th cool stone and placing his hands over his eyes as he sighed.

“Well,” A voice called obnoxiously, causing Merlin’s eyes to shoot open as he saw Prince Arthur standing a few feet away from him with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his stupid face. “That was pitiful.”

Merlin groaned as he pushed himself from the wall. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Arthur said as he gave him a look. “I also thoroughly enjoyed the part where you tripped on your own two feet.”

Merlin adverted his eyes and toyed with his scarf, opting to stay silent instead of making the whole situation worse for him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the absence of some clever remark that usually came after his teasing. “Come along, I have a coat that needs to be mended.” He called as he turned around and started walking in the other direction.

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Though Merlin was grateful for distraction in repairing the many tears on the seams of Arthur’s hunting coat, he could help but be worried for you. The wind had already started to pick up and howl against the panes of the castle windows.

The clouds were swirling in a more moody shade of grey, and after only a few moments, rain started to fall and leave wispy patterns on the clear glass.

“Then whenever you’re done you can take my sword to the armory and-” Arthur stopped talking whenever he realized Merlin was staring blankly at the window. “I suppose I’m talking to myself then?” He asked as his voice rose.

Merlin’s attention slowly snapped back to the blonde prince and he blinked. “Sorry, we’re you talking to me?”

Arthur looked at him sideways. “No, actually I was referring to the unicorn in the corner of the room.” He said with a sarcastic tone. “Yes, I’m bloody talking to you. You’ve been giving sad eyes to the windows since you stepped foot in this room,” He stood from his chair and walked to the other end of the window. “So, tell me what’s wrong with you.”

Merlin’s eyes shot to his for a moment before they drifted back to the window. “It’s (Y/n), she’s out in the woods collecting some herbs for Gaius, and I can’t help but worry.”

“Because you fancy her?” Arthur asked, although he was well aware of the answer.

Merlin’s nervous laugh escaped his throat as he scratched the dark hair at the back of his neck. “I-I dunno if I’d call it that, but I do worry about her well being.”

Arthur rolled his eyes at the awful attempt of a lie his friend was trying to pull. “I highly doubt a little storm could hold back our (Y/n). You have nothing to worry about.”

Merlin smiled and was about to thank him when a large roll of thunder sounded in their eyes and lighting flashed clashed across the sky. Now it was Arthur’s turn to laugh nervously. “I’m sure she’s on her way home now, don’t worry.”

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Merlin didn’t say much for the next hour, trying his best to quickly get all of his work done so he could go see if you had returned safe and sound. Arthur must have noticed the nervous fidget of Merlin’s movements because it didn’t take long for him to dismiss him and practically push him out of the door of his chambers and telling Merlin to say hello to you on his behalf.

Merlin jogged his down the staircases and corridors until he was finally at the door of his and Guias’s room. He took the opportunity to catch his break and fix his hair, making sure his clothes looked presentable and pulled open the door.

Unfortunately to his dismay, Merlin was greeted with the empty room instead of you sitting by the fire with Gaius as you read another book listening all the medical herbs in the kingdom.

“Gaius?” Merlin called out as he stepped inside, checking for any signs of you being there.

“Here!” Came his voice from the adjoining room. “You’re early.” The older man said as he dropped a pile of books onto the wooden work table.

“Arthur let me out early.” Merlin said as he walked further into the room, trying to hide the fact that his mind was racing and trying to figure out where you could be.

“Before you ask, no she hasn’t returned since I sent her off.” Gaius said as he raised a hand and sat down on his bench.

“But shouldn’t that worry you?” Merlin asked his hands tightly wound together and apart as his mind went.

“She’s a grown woman who is more than capable in handling herself, sit down and wait with me.” Gaius said as he opened one of his books. “Light a few candles for me and try to calm yourself.”

Merlin quickly set about his task, shamelessly using magic when his hands kept fumbling the matches. Thought he eyes darted to the door every time he heard a noise, thinking you would appear.

Gaius continued to assure him of your safety, explaining you often liked to take your time in the forests regardless of the weather, once even telling him how in nature is where you felt the most at peace and calm.

Merlin finally came to rest as he sat down opposite Gaius and rested his head in his folded arms, head facing the door so he could keep watch for you.

Time passed and Merlin felt his eyes growing heavy as the fatigue from the day started to catch up with him. His eyes were closed for a maybe a minute or so when the door finally creaked opened.

Merlin was up in an instant and his heart leaped when he saw the embroidered swirls in the deep crimson of your cloak and the woven basked you always carried brimming with colorful flowers and plants.

You turned around and looked at them. “Sorry, I’m so late,” You said through breathless pauses as you dropped the basket next to Gaius. “But I was able to find everything you needed and then some.”

Gaius let out a delighted chuckle as he searched through the herbs. “I must say, you are the best at what you do.”

You removed the hood of your cloak and Merlin finally realized the state of your appearance.

Your hair was dripping from the rain and strands of it stuck matted to your forehead. Your cheeks were rosy from the cold and he could see the rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breathe.

Though despite that the smile was ever clear on your face and Merlin could see the glimmer to your eyes.

Gaius cleared his throat when he saw how intently Merlin was looking at you. “My dear! We should get you a warm cloak and I’ll have Merlin make you something so you won’t get a cold,” He said, taking your arm and pulling a bench closer to the fire.

Merlin immediately went to the draft cabinet without having to be told and found exactly what would help you before taking Gaius’s place beside you.

“I shall be in the other room if you need me.” Gaius said as he handed Merlin a dry brown cloak to give you as he let yours up to dry.

Merlin turned to you and handed you the medicine. “Did you have any troubles on your adventure?”

He heard a soft laugh leave you as you downed the earthy-tasting liquid. “Not at all, it was nice to clear my head.”

Merlin smiled and moved to stand behind you as he placed the cloak over your shoulders. “Now let’s hope you don’t catch a cold.”

“Would you take care of me if I did?”

“Of course, m'lady.” Merlin mused as he bowed to you. “I live to serve.”

That brought out a proper laugh from your lips and it made it heart jump.

“I rather like your laugh.” He thought aloud and you both shared a tender smile before his eyes caught sight of your hands.

They were a little dirty and you had several cuts on the knuckles of your fingers. “What did you do?” He asked in a concerned tone and he gently sat down again, taking your hands in his.

“Oh just a few small scratches from some thorns, don’t worry too much.” You said before laughing at the expression he gave you.

“I’ll have to patch you up then, won’t I?” He asked before assembling some gauze and few soothing salves before quickly returning to your side and tending your hand.

You watch him carefully wrap up your fingers without trying to hurt you. “You’re good at this, any other hidden talents?”

Merlin laughed and shook his head as he tied the final piece of gauze. “If I ever figure them out you’ll be the first to know.”

He examined his work, and without realizing it he had lifted your hands and kissed the bandages, something his mother often did when he injured himself.

You didn’t mind but the instant Merlin realized what he’d done he apologized profusely before you calmed him down.

“I really didn’t mind.” You said to him with an assuring smile before you turned your attention to the fire.

Merlin’s heart fluttered in his chest and his head felt dizzy. Had he just really kissed you? Sure it was simply on your hands but that still was an act of affection he bestowed upon you.

In his adrenaline rush, Merlin turned to you. “(Y/n)?”

You hummed to let him know you were listening, and it wasn’t till your eyes met that he asked you something that had been on his mind for some time.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

You were taken by the question at first, never really expecting him to say it you of all people. And before you could even open your mouth, he was stuttering over apologies.

“Wrong moment-I have horrendous timing, I’m really sorry, forget I mentioned it-”

You couldn’t help but smile before you leaned over a placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “No, I don’t think I’d mind it at all.”

Merlin had the most shocked look you had ever seen on a man and you had to stifle a laugh. “I hope you have a good evening, and tell Gaius I shall return his cloak tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything but his eyes followed yours as you approached the door.

You turned around and smiled at him. “Goodnight, Merlin.”

Merlin waited until he was absolutely certain you weren’t coming back his hand found the place where your lips made contact on his skin and a smile appeared on his face that was bright even the rain clouds couldn’t dim.

attention | tommy shelby

all three brothers like the reader but she only has eyes for tommy

Originally posted by call-me-winter-soldier

Throwing the gun on the side, you threw your head back and groaned. Tommy had bothered you all day, making sly remarks about John and Arthur liking you. Tommy knew full well that you only had eyes for him. You’d never admitted it to him, but it was blatantly obvious that you felt something towards Tommy. It was the reason you decided to join the business. You wanted to be close to Tommy, be with him when you could and hope that maybe he would fall in love with you.  

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I said I’d be drawing either Merlin or Arthur for this Character Wardrobe Meme, and @agenderemrys​ requested #30: Disney princess dress! Thanks for that, lol… My sister (who I had to coerce to keep watching Merlin with me) has even regarded Colin Morgan as a male Snow White, and that’s where I took this! ^^ Didn’t completely get it right, since I went for princely tights instead of a dress, so I’m sorry if you had been looking forward to that… Hope you enjoy this anyway!! (My Art Tag*Please do not repost(?) or use elsewhere without my permission, thanks.

Bar Fight - Shelby!reader

Request: reader is a Shelby but she’s older than Finn and Ada and she is part of the business. So one day at the Garrison, he the guys are in their private room and she’s at the bar minding her own business doing some reading and a drunk out-of-towner stumbles to her and tries to get rough with her. 

Bar Fight - Shelby!reader

The window opened to the private room and Tommy peered through, waiting for his bottle of whiskey. Through the opening he could see you standing at the bar chatting with Harry. The pub was especially crowded tonight, people pushing into every available space but you were too distracted talking to notice them. When you saw your brother in the window you leaned over the counter and gave a wave. He nodded at you and took his whiskey, disappearing into the private room again. You had been persuaded to come out to the bar tonight by Freddie, who wanted you to keep an eye on Tommy so he could take Ada out on a date. You had obliged, only  because you liked Freddie so much.  

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Jealous

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x OC

Warnings: smut, slight dom!Ketch, unprotected sex

A/N: So this is a little smut piece from a longer story I’ve been writing. I haven’t really published much before, and I write OC fics rather than reader insert so I don’t know if there’s much interest in that on Tumblr but I’ve fallen deep into this Ketch trash can and I don’t think I’ll be getting out anytime soon.

Basically the premise of this story is the OC and Ketch have been casually sleeping together for a while now, but when Mick comes around things get a little more complicated.

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Forbidden Flame


Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: OK so I’m thinking one or two more parts!

Isaiah had helped you get dressed and ready like you asked him to. He was cautious of you, you had almost immediately stopped crying and had become calm.

“Where are you going (Y/N)?” Isaiah asked increasingly worried, as you hadn’t said a word since you came back home crying and now you were heading for the door.

“The Garrison.”

“It’s 1 PM, why are you going there?” He was confused quickly rushing to get his coat on to follow you out the door.

“I need some time Isaiah,” You turned to face him staring right into his eyes. “Give me some time, I’ll come find you tonight.”

“(Y/N) wait,” he called after you but you didn’t answer you kept walking leaving him standing at your door alone. Your mind had become numb, you loved Isaiah you really did. But you loved your family too. Rage filled your lungs thinking about Tommy and his sick twisted ways, what he was trying to do was not fair on you. But what if this deal made your brothers safer again, protected your family. Your mind was scrambled as you headed down the road to the garrison. You swung open the door even though the place was closed.

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anonymous asked:

literally merlin's life goal was shortened from "protect arthur so he can become king and restore magic to the land" to "protect arthur". I mean, arthur did become king but arthur outright asks merlin if he should legalise magic and merlin says no because arthur MIGHT die like ??? I love him but why is he like this

no, exactly! like, that’s the point. somewhere along the line, it was no longer about destiny and the grand plan and peace in the realm and equality for magic users. it was no longer about merlin living free and being accepted. it was about arthur. and you can argue that, yes, that’s where merlin went wrong. he saw enemies where there were none. he created villains through his suspicion. he abandoned morgana and made mordred feel hated. he left aithusa to suffer. he did nothing to help the druids, who worshipped and trusted him and waited for him, their messiah, for centuries. he really did forsake all he was supposed to do with his life - for arthur.

merlin really did lose so much of himself over the course of the show. he came to camelot this bright-eyed child with steadfast morals, and turned into something else. someone who only saw things as black and white. he made himself judge, jury, and executioner. he made his own rules - always thinking it was for “the greater good” of destiny. but, instead, created the path he was lead down. because he thought he knew better than everyone else, and it really didn’t work out so well in the end.

honestly, for all the plans destiny had for merlin, i really don’t think any of the powers that be saw him coming. and they definitely didn’t anticipate how much he’d loved arthur.

No Second Chances - Part Three

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1454

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader, slight Arthur Ketch x ???

Warnings: Angst, brief smut mention, blood mention, injury 

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It matters to me - King Arthur x fem!reader oneshot

Fanfiction Title: It matters to me

Fandom: King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Pairing: King Arthur x fem!reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse

Summary: You and Arthur grew up together in the brothel in Londinium. When you were old enough, you got into the same business as all the other girls, which included sometimes getting hit in the face by customers. Arthur never liked seeing any of the girls getting beaten and looked after you and the others. Now, he’s the new king of Camelot and he doesn’t want you out on the streets again.

Word count: 1058 words

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A/N: Aaaand another one. Whoops. This was supposed to be pure fluff, but instead turned into something else… (Also, I might write a second part to this, if I get any ideas.)

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