is this where you went arthur


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. 


As requested Barry being protective over reader in front of the league

Also… IM BACK!!!




If, a few hours ago, you were asked what was the craziest thing that had ever happened in your life you would probably have to mention that rave party that you had went to a year ago.

And what would you answer if they asked now now? Meeting the other five members that formed the Justice League. You had not expected any of them to simply burst into Barry’s place in the middle of the night, and neither did him as you figured, because the scream that left his mouth as a response to Aquaman’s one made more sound than a building tumbling down.

“Hello Barry” Batman sighed. Truthfully, the members had chosen the worst moment to barge in to Barry’s and the regret was obvious in Batman’s aura. In the end of the day the scene seemed like it was from a movie. Aquaman was laughing and winking at Barry, while Cyborg stood frozen behind Wonder Woman.

Barry had been quick enough to throw a sheet on you and was currently busy with trying to cover you up the best he could.

“See I told you he was getting some” Aquaman winked at Wonder Woman, whose response was a single smile and then to Barry, who screamed. Again. And this time he decided it was better to cover your whole body with his, as he arranged his place on the bed as quickly as he could.

“Ahhh no! Stop! You shouldn’t even know about her!” Barry shouted as he felt your cheeks warm up on his back. “Don’t even look at her that way! Arthur!”

“Ohh where did the Barry I knew, went? You’re not stuttering!” Aquaman stated in between his loud laughing.

“Why are you here?”

“We need you for something” Cyborg took the lead of the conversation for better or for worse. He was too embarrassed to be present on this whole scene. “And we would rather not talk about it before a civilian”

Barry sighed as he looked around the dark room. As his clock stated the time had passed twelve for two long hours now. They wouldn’t usually ask for his assistance this late, so this had to be important. But did he really want to leave his bed, at a time you were in it too? Sure the two of you could barely fit onto that bed, but he liked as much closure he could get with you.

Although, wait a second, did Victor just? Did he-?

“I’m cold” you barely whispered as you mechanically wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. And Barry, was just there in the middle of everything and everyone, not wanting to show his comrandes the way he felt around you, and not wanting to seem like a coward to you. He always felt like he was a coward when he was around you.

“Look, Barry, sorry to just barge in here, have your moment and-”

“Victor she knows about everything I do in the costume, so I doubt she doesn’t have to be present for whatever you want me to know.” His voice was slightly raised and his tone was more than just agressive, and he himself wondered where this had came from, where the hell.had he found the will to even cut Batman off?

“Once again that’s a pretty dangerous thing to do to a civilian Barry.” Batman added and threw you a harsh look. “You’re exposing her to danger! It’s not long before you see her with her insides sprawled on a dirty floor. I’ve been there! And I can assure you, you’re not going to bear with it.”

“I’m protecting her the best I can, Bruce. I don’t really do a lot with anything in my life, but I’m protecting her.”

After that all you knew was that Barry kept his own hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his back as him and the league shouted profanities to each other. It was so crazy, so crazy that you were only now noticing Superman standing right next to the door, only now wanting to step up and talk, to put some sense into the conversation.

“Look, I’ll come okay, just give me some time to get dressed okay?” You didn’t see, as you were too drawn to the vibrations that echoed through Barry’s body as he spoke, but as you guessed the members quickly agreed to leave the small room with no protests.

“You have to go…” You mumbled through your squeezed face, melancholy lacing in your voice.

“Yeah, I’ll ask Superman to give you a fly home, it’s dangerous for you to stay here, okay?” Barry spoke softly before he barely turned around, just to face you. “I’m so sorry”

“No! No no no no don’t be sorry. You’re a superhero. I can’t hold you back! Plus we’ll have so much time now that Christmas is near. Don’t be afraid.”

Barry swore, he could stay like this forever. With your hands gracefully cupping his face as your thumbs run over his cheekbones, staring into your beautiful eyes for a whole eternity. It felt like this moment could indeed last forever as it was printed onto his brain. The warmth he felt around you, the beating of his heart. He didn’t want you to ever get hurt and forced out of his life.

“I-i… I think it’s a pretty bad time to say this but I I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you”

And after placing a kiss on his plump lips you waved him off while he got dressed in inhuman speed.

“Go save the world, hero.”
You’re my Queen

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: self- hate, angst (shocker), fluffiness at the end 

Summary: The Queen starts to feel alone no matter how many people she’s surrounded by and starts to have these depressing feelings that she’s never dealt with before, does Arthur even notice? 

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this out for myself the other night…so sorry not sorry lmao. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta!! I just copied the tag list from the King Arthur series I’m doing with @mrs-squirrel-chester, sorry if you didn’t want to be on it! Please let me know if you want to be taken off when I post other Arthur fics! 

**Feedback is greatly appreciated!!**

Originally posted by ch-est-er

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It’s interesting to see how heroes change (or don’t change) throughout the books, because the people these characters idolize does say a lot about them. Like with Jon, we find out in his very first chapter who he considers to be his hero:

“Daeron Targaryen was only fourteen when he conquered Dorne,” Jon said. The Young Dragon was one of his heroes. –Jon I, AGoT

Which is confirmed again in Jon’s memory of the game him and Robb would play where they pretended to be heroes of legend:

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.” –Jon XII, ASoS

Except in this memory it’s Robb who claims the title of the Young Dragon, no doubt as a form of retrospective foreshadowing, since both Daeron and Robb took up the mantle of king while they were young teenagers and both died very young too. Regardless, it’s made clear that Jon adores these young heroes, these legends, these warriors, with his particular favorite being the Young Dragon. Even in ADWD, we see him bring him up again:

When Jon had been a boy at Winterfell, his hero had been the Young Dragon, the boy king who had conquered Dorne at the age of fourteen. Despite his bastard birth, or perhaps because of it, Jon Snow had dreamed of leading men to glory just as King Daeron had, of growing up to be a conqueror. Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those. –Jon VII, ADWD

Seeing Jon grow from “the Young Dragon was one of his heroes” to “he could not even seem to conquer [his doubts]” is such a poignant way of showing how much Jon had grown. Whatever confidence and naïveté he had before the Wall, disappeared with Jon’s post as Lord Commander. Despite the victories he’s had so far, he hesitates to compare himself to this hero, sees himself as only a shadow of conquerer that Daeron was. In other words, he’s grown up. Jon’s heroes are not his heroes anymore, they’re merely unattainable and reminders of how much he hasn’t done.

Another character who has the same sort of singular hero is Jaime Lannister. For him, it’s not a long dead king that’s his hero, but a knight he lived with and knew. His hero is Arthur Dayne, and he’s a man he brings up in his thoughts and conversations many times, particularly when he ponders knighthood and examines his own weaknesses as a knight. He states his worship of him rather clearly:

And me, that boy I was … when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys’s throat? That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead. –Jaime VIII, ASoS

Like Jon, he wanted to be his hero, but unlike Jon, he walked in the complete opposite direction of the path he should have taken. Jaime did not become the chivalrous and well-loved knight that Arthur was. He became someone selfish, he spurned his vows, and he was reviled as a Kingslayer. Jaime does not delude himself into thinking that he can ever be Arthur Dayne, not even in AFFC when he starts to take his first steps towards changing himself:

“The Sword of the Morning slew the Smiling Knight, my lady. Ser Arthur Dayne, a better knight than me.” –Jaime IV, AFFC

He wondered what Ser Arthur Dayne would have to say of this lot. “How is it that the Kingsguard has fallen so low,” most like. “It was my doing,” I would have to answer. “I opened the door, and did nothing when the vermin began to crawl inside.” –Jaime VIII, ASoS

Arthur, the better knight, slew the Smiling Knight that Jaime feels he had become. While Arthur does remain as a paragon of knighthood in Jaime’s eyes, he also has a new hero in his heart, though he might never admit it to himself.

Jaime sat alone at the table while the shadows crept across the room. As dusk began to settle, he lit a candle and opened the White Book to his own page. Quill and ink he found in a drawer. Beneath the last line Ser Barristan had entered, he wrote in an awkward hand that might have done credit to a six-year-old being taught his first letters by a maester:

Defeated in the Whispering Wood by the Young Wolf Robb Stark during the War of the Five Kings. Held captive at Riverrun and ransomed for a promise unfuffilled. Captured again by the Brave Companions, and maimed at the word of Vargo Hoat their captain, losing his sword hand to the blade of Zollo the Fat. Returned safely to King’s Landing by Brienne, the Maid of Tarth. –Jaime IX, ASoS

Jaime disparages Brienne, calls her stubborn and a wench, and yet is mystified by her innocence, her commitment to duty, and her ability as a warrior. It is not until after Jaime’s travels with Brienne do we begin to see change in Jaime, whose very first chapter begins with thoughts of Cersei. It pushes him to defend her, to saved her from being raped, save her from being gored by a bear, defends her honor to Loras (who had still believed her to be Renly’s murderer), and strikes Ronnet Connington when he speaks ill of her:

“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost choked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I'll—”

Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood at Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the Beauty.” –Jaime III, AFFC

Which one might consider the peak of irony because Jaime more often than not refers to Brienne as a wench, except for the day they part:

“There’s the stubborn stupid wench that I remember.”

She reddened. “My name is…”

“Brienne of Tarth.” Jaime sighed. “I have a gift for you.” He reached down under the Lord Commander’s chair and brought it out, wrapped in folds of crimson velvet. –Jaime IX, ASoS

Yet even when he calls her wench, it’s hardly out of hate. Jaime admires Brienne. The irreligious Jaime even gives her a sincere prayer:

Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was. Father, give her strength. –Jaime I, AFFC

Watching Brienne become his modern-day heroine is just so satisfying. He moves away from worshipping only the dead, whether they be Arthur, or Gerold Hightower, or Rhaegar Targaryen, and finds someone amongst the living, a glimmer of hope, that inspires him. The dead are unattainable; the living are not. Jaime also gives Brienne a Valyrian Steel sword named Oathkeeper, which I can’t help but connect back to Arthur Dayne and Dawn. It seems to me that Jaime believes that every great hero has to have an incredible sword with a good name.

I’m sure there are others in the series that show this same sort of growth via their idols, but these two are the only two I can think of right now (and how fitting, because Jon and Jaime share some pretty interesting parallels IMO).

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. 


“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.


“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.


“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.

Too Long to be Gone

Originally posted by torikellyz

Clark Kent x Reader

Request: Clark and reader are dating, they both go on separate missions for about a week. They don’t mind showing P.D.A in front of the league. The next morning after a long night the two shared, they tease both of them.

Warnings: Slight NSFW, things get heated between Clark and Reader.

Word Count: 2059

It had been two weeks since you and Clark had last seen each other. You and him were sent on two different missions, while Y/N had been sent Moscow to get Intel, Clark was sent to London to take care of some issues that had came up. Both of them were meant to return the same day, however, Y/N had to stay an extra two days since she had found out that there was more information that she needed to collect.

When you did arrive back home, you were faced with everyone in their normal clothing. Before you went up to go and get cleaned up, you looked for Clark. It took you about five minutes before you had found him in the kitchen wearing one of his many flannels. You couldn’t help but smile, Y/N always loved when he wore one because that man looked quite divine in them.

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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.”
“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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King Arthur - Not A Damsel

Originally posted by hunnamsource

Summary: Arthur has been in love with you for a long time, just as you’ve been in love with him. Harry, a new knight in Arthur’s army, often flirts with you and spars with you. Arthur doesn’t like this and it makes him very jealous to see you with another man. One day, Harry takes things too far.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Arthur x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Arthur Pendragon, Harry (OMC), George, Percival, Bedivere, Goosefat Bill, Blue, Wet Stick

Warnings: Jealousy, little bit of violence

Using the prompts: 42) “Don’t hurt him/her.” 46) It was obvious to everyone but the two of them that they were infatuated with each other. 93) “You make one more move and I will kill you.”

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my amazing beta and for helping me put this together

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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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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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anonymous asked:

Can i ask for a reader x morgana : where morgana is either super jealous or possessive or both ?

Originally posted by meafterdeath

“Both. Both is good.”

Bonus if you know where that quote is from. -Admin Lily

Morgana was fuming from where she sat at the table.

They were at it again. The knights all knew about your and Morgana’s relationship, but they still all flirted with you. Especially around Morgana.

You personally thought they were all masochists. You knew they would get a beating from Morgana later in training.

Arthur had made Morgana an official knight after becoming king which meant she trained, went on quests, and spent a couple nights a week in the tavern. You were with her always, of course, as her servant and lover. And your closeness would never not be noticed by the other knights.

“(Y/N), hold on,” Gwaine said, grinning at you.

You stop on your way to the head of the table where Morgana sat.


“You know, your hand looks pretty heavy. Can I hold it?”

“No, Gwaine,” you sigh out.

“Do you have a sunburn or are you always this hot?”

“Gwaine, stop,” you say more seriously. You needed to get to work.

“I’m having a sale in my bedroom. The bed’s free.”

“Gwaine,” that was Sir Leon this time.

“Perhaps it is time to stop now.”

Gwaine looks unconcern as he grins at you.

“One more. Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine? He leans in teasingly, but is suddenly yanked back.

“Would you like to repeat that, Gwaine?” Morgana asks in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Gwaine face pales and he starts out, “I was just playing Morgana. I swear! I would never-”

“Enough! I’ll talk to you more tomorrow. Probably with a sword or some other sharp weapon.”

After speaking to Gwaine, Morgana drags you back to her seat and sits you down next to her.

“You are not leaving my sight for the rest of the night,” she mutters.

“But, I need to help with the feast-” you try to protest.

“Please, Arthur doesn’t care. Like he ever has Merlin do anything but stand around and look pretty. No, you’re staying right here.”

Although you are frustrated with her, you find yourself smiling at the brunette.

“Don’t be jealous,” you murmur into her ear as you pull her close.

“I’m not jealous,” she says, pulling you closer.

She silences your responding laugh with a kiss, and you find you don’t mind her possessiveness.

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”


It was supposed to be your wedding day. The happiest day of your life. The day when you were to become Mrs Thomas Shelby.

You and Tommy had gone in two separate cars, due to tradition and also because of the size of his family. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” you’d told him that morning as you stood outside Arrow House, “it’ll be bad luck for you to see me in my dress before we get to the church.”

A rare smile tugged at his mouth. “Don’t be long.”

You kissed him, smiling. “I won’t; I promise.”

The church filled up quickly; people from Small Heath, servants from Arrow House, along with Tommy’s family and Johnny Dogs and his gypsies taking up the majority of the congregation. Isaiah’s father was there presiding as minister, and Tommy stood by the altar, waiting.

Nearly an hour had passed, and then someone came running into the church, clothes dishevelled, eyes wild. Finn. “Tommy!” He gasped. “The car…something’s happened to Y/N!”

Something had happened alright. When Tommy and his brothers reached the car, they found it riddled with bullets, the driver lying dead over the steering-wheel, and a blood-stained veil in the backseat. Your body was nowhere to be found.

It had been a year since then and things had gone slowly downhill. Tommy drank now, more than ever, and his sarcasm, which had always stung before, now seemed to have developed twice more venom, which often brought about open quarrels whenever the family got together. The only ones who knew how much he missed you were Polly and Ada, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.

Tommy did miss you. He missed everything about you: your smile, the way you looked when you laughed, the kindness and warmth that you’d brought to an otherwise empty house. Now you were dead and gone, killed by an unknown enemy, and there wasn’t even a body to put in the ground.

“You promised,” he muttered, staring at your photo one morning. “You bloody promised.”  With a sweep of his hand, the picture frame went clattering off his desk onto the floor, along with an inkwell and several papers.

It was just after this explosion that Johnny Dogs entered. He looked even more wild than usual, eyes gleaming in his weathered face, and he was panting as though he’d run hard.

“Tommy! I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What?” Tommy didn’t even glance up, already pouring himself another glass of whisky.

“You know the house that you asked me and my boys to check over, the one belonging to that bloke from London? We saw something.”

When there was no reaction, Johnny decided to be more specific. “We saw her, Tommy. Your Y/N. She’s alive.”

He went on to describe what you had been wearing and what you looked like, but Tommy was no longer listening. He pushed the tumbler aside, whisky forgotten. Motioning for Johnny to be quiet, he picked up the telephone and rang.

“Polly? Get Arthur and John here now.”

He was going to find you. Today, you were coming back home, where you belonged.


Oh, man, I’ve gotten so bad at this :) Enjoy!

Reunited ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

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!

Fire + the Death Eater attack.


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.”


“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),”


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

“Telling me what?”



“(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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Blue Exorcist Theory #2 (Arthur Auguste Angel, The Missing Link?!)

🚧🚧Warning: There will be spoilers so look away now if you can’t handle the spoiling. 🚧🚧

Hello people. Welcome to my second theory and trust me this one will screw with your mind. 😅It’s your preference to decide if it’s a good thing or not. This time I will be telling you who our beloved twins clone daddy is and I can guarantee that it isn’t Shiro Fujimoto. Are you ready? Let’s begin.

So let’s start with what we do know. Arthur Auguste Angel is our Paladin right now. Unbelievably strong, kinda scary, but has a pretty face. But, just recently, Kato Kazue told us about a deep dark secret of his. This Paladin was also a clone from Section 13. Now this is where it all begins.

As you know, Section 13 was a facility working under the radar to find all demon kings a suitable and cointainable vessel. However, it all went crashing down on the blue night when Satan took over the “strongest clone” and impregnated Yuri Egin. But it was never revealed to us who the clone was or what happened to the clone. Is the clone dead? Did they run away? We’re in the dark. Or are we?

Lets start in chapter 88 with the most crucial piece of evidence to our theory. Its during the time when Bon decided to organize the documents from section 13 that it all unravels. He goes through every single document. Even comes across Shiro Fujimoto and his file. But. The kicker. One file is missing.

Exactly Bon. What does this mean? Angel was no where in that stack of documents. Of course he would know Angel’s face right? He met him a few times already in the series. The document was most likely taken by an illuminati spy for research and data. That means it’s extremely possible that the missing file is indeed the missing link. The twins clone father.

In chapter 87, Mephisto revealed to us that Arthur indeed was a part of Section 13 but he lost his memories of the incident. So wouldn’t he have a document? Yes. One was missing.

What if Arthur is our missing link? What if Arthur is our clone daddy? It makes sense. He and Yukio have a lot of the same traits if you think about it. Also, his memories were erased of the blue night so Angel wouldn’t even know himself. Plus Arthur has proven to be a very strong individual. Being the Paladin and a clone he would have to be above average human in strength easily like Shiro Fujimoto was. Which he is. He killed the Impure princess in one blow while it took multiple exorcists and Rin Okumura to defeat the Impure King. (He was probably kept around by Mephisto to be a strong ally in the Knights to begin with.)

Then I started thinking. The strongest clone would have to be one of Lucifer’s clones since he is the strongest demon in Gehenna besides Satan. His clone would be most likely to hold someone as powerful as Satan. And then, of course, Lucifer’s clone would have to resemble him. With a closer examination, Lucifer and Arthur both have very similar facial features and of course both have sun blonde hair. Their hair even parts the same way in the front.

And ,of course, it’s already known that these clones would not be able to harbour normal personalities. Mephisto said so himself.

When have we ever seen Angel with a normal personality? Do you remember the way he treated Rin when he was first discovered to be Satan’s son?

That brings us to the final piece of evidence. The comparison between the clone revealed by Kato to be the strongest and Arthur himself. They both would have to resemble the other. We don’t get to see much of this clone. However, we do get a good look at his eye. So I put the two eyes side by side and I was shocked. They were identical. Give Arthur a satanic pupil and you have yourself a match.

So what do you think? Do you agree? Disagree? As always reblog and drop a like. Definitely tell me what you think and expect more theories on the way. 💕💕💕



I couldn’t forget you if I tried Merlin.

How about a reincarnation au where merlin used to pick forget-me-nots for arthur every time he went to gather herbs (as a joke of course) and once arthur comes back the first thing he does is go out and buy some for merlin ;u;

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good-janet  asked:

What are your favorite Arthur one liners? I was watching the episode where Arthur thinks he went though a wormhole for 4 years and he wakes up and DW is 9. And DW says, "Why didn't you tell me Buster was a genuis?" And Arthur says, "He's not." And I was dying laughing!!! What are your favorite Arthur drags? I'd also love to know which ones your followers love too! 😊

honestly, one of my favourite lines is when dw busts out “can i ask you a question? why don’t you go back to your own house and stop bothering us?” like. so raw. so iconic. love it.

what about all y’all?


John x Reader

Requested by @darlingashlee

You slammed into Polly’s house like the devil was on your heels, she only just had enough time to move out of the way. “You’re so irritating!” You seethed and went to hit John when you found him leant in the doorway chuckling.

“Oh, you two. Calm down.” Arthur joked as your shouting drew the rest of the boy into the room where Polly had a firm grip on your wrist.

“I still did better than you.” He taunted and you huffed in unwilling defeat.

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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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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.


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.”


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.