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Title: Daylight Rating: M Pairing: Arthur x fem!Reader Summary: Arthur always knew you and he would make a fine match. ...hiding all of our sins from the daylight... I've now collected all(?) your husbands for my infinity gauntlets. a late merry christmas and an early valentines for you boo. @mrsragnarlodbrok.

“SORRY,” ARTHUR MUTTERS, “hands are rough.” He noticed how you pulled away from his calloused touch as he pressed the stained damp cloth against the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder—remnants of an arrow after Bedivere and the Mage helped him dig out the bodkin point. It’d likely been meant for him in the heat of the battle and he cursed himself seeing you fall nigh feet from him, pulled away to shelter by his kingsguard. Even with the power of Excalibur, he’d been unable to protect you—an age-old promise broken.

You lift your gaze from the charred stone floor, looking at your reflections in a fogged-over mirror on the opposite side of the room. Focus has his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. “You always say that,” you tell him, words slurred from the pain, exhaustion, and strongwine, and voice rougher than normal. This isn’t the first time Arthur Pendragon has tended your hurts and woes, and at this rate you doubt it’ll be the last.

Dried blood and sweat washed away, Arthur picks up the piece of tree bark with a salve prepared by the Mage to stave off the pain for a while and keep the wound from festering. Then, Arthur binds the wound with fresh linen and wipes his hands, kneeling in front of you—hands resting on your hips. You lay your hand on his cheek, thumb sweeping across his cheek, marred with dirt and soot. Leaning toward him, he meets you halfway, and you set your lips on his—a soft, fleeting kiss like the touch of butterfly wings.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you tell him, fingertips mindlessly combing through the scruff on his jaw. He straightens to full height but does so with a grimace. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” You ask again.

“Just bruises,” he assures you, and this time, it seems like he’s being truthful, besides the few scratches on his hands and the slim, already scabbed-over, cut on his forehead.

Arthur sits next to you on the edge of the bed, looking toward the open balcony. You both can hear the joyous shouts and chants. Bedivere and the others will only be able to satiate the men for so long. They will want to hear from the one who led them to victory. From the Born King. “They’ll be waiting for you to give a speech,” you tell him.

“They’re waiting to go headfirst into the barrels of grog,” he amends, but if the out-of-tune songs are anything to go off of...

“Sounds like they already have,” you laugh. Tonight, there will be revelries for the victory against Vortigern and his forces. In the following days, there’ll be feasts to honor the fallen and growing lists of preparations for a coronation. But right now, Arthur Pendragon doesn’t want to be a king just yet. Right now, he’s content just to be Arthur the street rat, especially when you lean your head against his shoulder and link your fingers through his—and then he’s certain there’s no one else in all of England for him except you.

“HIDING FROM ME? Or everyone else?” Your head quickly swivels to the side, only to relax at the sight of Arthur approaching. You cannot help but wonder how he isn’t cold. He's not dressed anywhere near as layered or warm as he should be for the winter evening, but somehow, he manages to look cozy even in just a scarlet linen-and-wool doublet. Stepping back, your eyes flit up to the scarlet-tinged leaves, still clinging to the branches of the white-bark birch, before looking beyond to the fresh falling snow.

He stops at your side and looks up, too. “Was just thinking about what a bad influence you’ve been on my person,” you tell him, a small half-smirk creeping onto your features. Arthur tilts his head back in amused question, then stares up at the leaves and the silver sliver of the moon peeking through the winter clouds. “As I recall, I was an innocent girl before you came along and ruined all that.”

His blue eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest. “You’ll have to refresh my memory on how I did that, darlin’.” He moves a little closer, and you sense his ploy, twisting and ducking when he moves to grab you.

You face him with brows raised, smiling. “Such a brute,” you taunt, “grabbing at innocent girls in the castle courtyards at night. Is that any way for the King of England to behave?”

Arthur only rolls his eyes, trying to smother another smirk, and this time, he catches your arm as you move around him. It takes little strength to move you how he wants—pressing you into the trunk of the great tree at the heart of the courtyard. His hands press against the smooth bark beside your head as he leans in enough to look down at you. The glint in his eyes is mirthful, but there’s something else shining in his gaze too—you’ve seen that look a dozen times now, and you’re almost afeared to think about what it can mean. “Maybe you have a point,” he drawls, wearing that crooked, boyish grin that makes your heart flutter.

Your laugh almost catches him off guard. His hand slips down to run gently along your waist, the other toys with the hair at the side of your head. You lean back into the tree more, relaxing as your hands find his waist to rest on. “My father sends his kind, innocent daughter to study in Londinium, and what does this strong, noble boy do?” Arthur raises his brow. “He shoves her against a wall in an alleyway because he has no reasonable way of expressing his feelings with words.” He was just a street rat orphan and you were the daughter of some fancy lord from far away—opposites in nigh every way but more alike than you ever could have imagined. “I was never the same after that.”

His head dips down into the crook of your neck, nose training across your throat and inhaling the scent of roses and lavender. “No,” he smiles, voice low—more of a muttering husk—lips twitching as he pulls back, glancing to your lips and up, “but you’re more fun now.” Your expression falls flat, and Arthur laughs. It’s nigh impossible not to grin or melt at the sound and how little it seems you’ve heard it of late—and by Merlin’s beard, he’s impossibly handsome with laugh lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and a lopsided smile. Leaning further into him, his breath dances across your cheek, the back of his fingers brushing along your neck.

You exhale shakily, and Arthur teases you again with light presses of his lips along your jaw and neck—hands smoothing up and down your waist as he does. For a moment, your hands find their way to his chest before you remember how open the courtyard is and that anyone can happen upon the two of you like this. Glancing around, you breathe his name in a flustered whisper, hand pressing against his chest—the last thing a new king needs is rumors to turn into scandal.

Arthur takes a step back, giving you both room, but then there’s a new glint in his eyes. The playful mirth disappears from his cornflower eyes, replaced by something more serious—kingly, even. It’s something he’s been thinking about for years. Maybe even since the two of you first met by happenstance in the streets of Londinium and struck up an odd friendship. But over the years, Arthur thinks he cannot just call you a friend, not anymore. What he feels runs deeper than that, and given his newfound title and responsibilities...“I’ve been thinking,” he starts.

“And does it pay well?” You quip in a poor attempt to lighten the now solemn mood.

He rolls his eyes, exasperated, unable to hide how his lips quirk upwards. “Would you let me finish?” And so you do, unsure what he must say or ask that warrants such a dramatic change in his usual demeanor. Arthur reaches for your hand, the rough pads of his fingers curling around and into your palm. He stoops forward, lips brushing against your knuckles—reverent. “I’d like you to stay,” he breathes, straightening back to full height. Your brows furrow. “Here,” he adds, “with me.”

You know what he is asking of you—marriage—and it should be an easy answer. Yes, of course. You’ve loved Arthur since before you knew what the word truly meant. But given the events of the last few months and the precipitousness of his proposal, you’re left speechless, heart beating in your throat until all you can do is run to the haven of your chambers with tears pricking your eyes.

A LOUD KNOCK on the great wooden door echoes in your bedchambers. You rouse from sleep, righting the oversized tunic hanging off one shoulder in an attempt to appear decent at the late hour. Part of you already knows who will be waiting on the other side, but when you crack open the door, it still surprises you to find him standing before you—wearing only a loose, nigh threadbare tunic and pair of dark britches. “Arthur,” you greet, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before motioning for him to come in.

There’s still an uneasy air between you after the earlier events and conversation in the courtyard—his proposal. “I shouldn’t’ve….” he starts as you do. “I should not...” You both fall silent, eyes searching the other’s face for an indication of who will be the first to speak, the first to act, but there’s only silence.

“Yes,” you quickly tell him—the shock of his initial proposal has faded, and now you’ve never been more certain about something in your life. You still can’t say what it is that caused you to react in such a way—Arthur’s the only man you’ve ever loved, the only person you could have ever thought of having a life with, even before all this Born King shite. The answer is ‘yes.’ It had always been.

“Yes?” He repeats with furrowed brows, not sure he’s heard you correctly. “I’ll stay” —you reach to comb your fingers through his close-shorn beard, and he leans into the touch— “with you.” Forever.

He smiles, and it’s as though a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Arthur cradles your face in his hands, thumbs running over your cheekbones. You smile for him, and he leans toward you, closing the distance. His lips are on yours in an instant.

You answer his kiss, slowly at first, then with more fervor when you settle your hands on either side of his neck, drawing yourself closer. Parting, you press your forehead against his and meet his heated stare. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?” Arthur asks, breathless.

Then he’s kissing you again and again—hands straying to your waist and backside, pulling you closer, tighter. And it fans the embers burning low in your belly to flames. Arthur breaks the kiss with an anguished groan—fighting a losing war with himself. He brushes back the hair falling in front of your face, the rough pad of his thumb running over your lips. “Tell me to stop,” he mutters—it’s almost a plea. And then he’s adrift in your soft and dark gaze, knowing if you do nothing to stop this, he’ll be acting on countless years of love and pent-up desire.

“No,” you breathe, catching his wrist and sliding his hand up from your neck—peppering his fingertips with gentle kisses. He watches you, lips parted and heart aching. Closing your eyes, you draw in a slow breath, and with a final kiss to his palm, you guide his hand to rest on one of your clothed breasts.

“Arthur.” You speak his name as though it is a quiet prayer. “I want you.” He pulls on the string at the neck of your nightshirt, loosening it until the gauzy material falls off your shoulders—puddling around your ankles,

Though bare, you still hold his clear blue gaze. He goes silent as he draws in a sharp breath—eyes dart over the length of your body. His eyes darken, though, a mix of lust and adoration. “Think this is the longest you’ve been qui–” He cuts you off with a kiss, and one of his hands rises to cradle your cheek—the side of your neck again—and his lips coax yours open.

You sigh into his mouth, hands instinctively dipping under the hem of his roughspun tunic, fingertips trailing over the taut muscles of his abdomen and the scar on his ribs. Arthur breaks the kiss, quickly shrugging off his shirt, and lets the undyed piece of wool fall to the floor.

Then, suddenly, he lifts you off your feet effortlessly. You hastily grip his shoulders for balance until he lays you on the bed—standing back to take off his trousers, and you watch him with a weird mixture of hunger and wistfulness as he strips. Arthur kicks aside his discarded clothes, then crawls onto the bed, making room for himself between your thighs—his clear and cold gaze burning with the warmth of the Sun and never once straying from yours.

You gaze tensely at his face as he studies you. His expression is greedy and appreciative, and the firelight glowing in his eyes just makes him look all the more ardent, and the longer he stares at you without doing anything, the more restless you are for him to act. You want his touch, his cock, his lips on yours, and all he’s giving you is this appreciative greedy stare, and it’s not enough.

Arthur kisses you again, and then he leans away from your lips and kisses the angle of your jaw. His mouth travels to the side of your neck, and your pulse flutters in your throat. His lips are surprisingly soft, and as his mouth trails from your neck to your collarbone, the delicacy of his kisses makes you feel lightheaded —a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

He nuzzles your collarbone, then places a kiss just above the swell of your breast, and you arch helplessly toward his mouth. The heat of his breath wafting over your breast, making your nipples go taut with anticipation, and when the scruff of Arthur’s beard brushes over your nipple, you jolt and make a helpless little mewling sound. You twine your fingers into his golden hair, trying to hold him in place against you. But Arthur shoots you a quick smile, then shuffles lower on the bed still and kisses your breast —and you twist your hips, hands slipping from his hair to his shoulders.

A sob leaves your throat—not a crying kind of sob, but an instinctive noise tore from your throat without your permission. He lifts his mouth from your breast and smiles at you, and you stare stupidly at his handsome face—the spark in his clear eyes and the boyish smirk twisting his lips.

Arthur palms your breast and squeezes gently. He shuffles lower still on the bed and places a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on your navel, and your sense of surreal disbelief ratchets to a nearly unbearable degree. His mouth drifts lower now, the scruff of his beard tickling your belly as he presses his lips to the skin below your navel and eases your thighs further apart.

Arthur places a kiss between your legs, and your mind goes blank with pleasure.

“You alright, darlin’?” He smirks. You stare at him, too stunned by pleasure to find a clever response. Instead, riled by the teasing sparkle in his face, you spread your knees wide. His gaze drops between your legs, and his expression darkens with interest as he places his hands on your knees—stroking up to your thighs. He places another firm, wet kiss between your legs, and a helpless moan leaves your lips, and he hums with approval, a smug, half-growly little hum.

You gasp in a breath, realizing you haven’t been breathing at all. Arthur lifts his head to look you in the eye. “Relax, love,” he croons, smoothing his palm over your belly as he laps at your cunt with slow hot sweeping strokes of his tongue. It’s not long before a finger presses into you, working you slowly open.

Your hips jerk softly along with his movements, and there’s unspoken interest in his gaze as he stares down at you, relentless in his efforts to see you come undone. His tongue and lips are at your clit, fingers stroking and curling deep within you. You jolt, and then he moves slower, dragging over the sensitive spots he’s discovered inside you and leaving your nerves tingling with every touch.

Pleasure washes over you in waves, making your calves twitch, your fingertips feel numb, and that high-pitched mewling noise leaves your throat. Overwhelmed—enraptured—you buck your hips toward his face and clench your fingers convulsively in his hair, and he keeps licking and kissing you until you can’t take it anymore. You pull on his hair to stop him, and he finally pulls away, lips glistening in the moonlight and fading glow of the firelight. “Enough,” you groan. “Need you.” It’s nigh a broken plea.

You shudder as he moves, situating himself between your thighs, calloused fingers dipping into your cunt to gather your slick and spread on his hard cock as he strokes himself. “Arthur, please,” you whimper, impatient, and he won’t keep you waiting.

He slides his cock through your folds before his angle changes just slightly, and on the next pass, your breath stutters as his cockhead presses just inside you—barely splitting you open. Arthur’s hand grabs your hip and angles you up just a bit so he can slide deeper inside you, and you cling onto his biceps—feeling his scars press into your palms and admiring the way his muscles flex under your touch.

Arthur hisses through his teeth when he fully seats himself inside your warmth, then releases his breath slowly and smiles at you. “You’re lovely,” he murmurs, twining his fingers through yours, pressing the back of your hands into the mattress. From the moment Arthur first saw you in the Londinium streets, he knew your fates were intertwined—just as your bodies and hands were now. He trembles at this personal heaven, then draws his hips back, starting to move.

You laugh breathlessly, mindlessly. “Charmer,” you pant, hooking your legs around his waist. You roll into his thrusts, pulling him deeper. His ragged breaths and grunts mingle with your sighs of pleasure—panting scarcely keeping up with your racing heart.

He huffs in amusement. “Can’t say that’s something I get called often,” Arthur says as he pumps his hips slowly, teasing you and pleasing you almost more than you can bear. Then he lowers his lips to yours in a kiss—there’s something sweet on his tongue, like honey wine.

His whole body begins moving, surging, and writhing against yours. One of his hands releases yours and caresses your cheek before he slides it down your body. Without thought, your body arches into his hand as it moves, ripening under his touch—thoughts clouded by lust and love. His fingers find your clit at the same time his mouth latches to your neck.

Another guttural cry bursts from your lips. He’s pounding into you now, and he’s still holding your hand while his other grips your hip. Your breathing is loud, and so is his, and his hand is tightening on your fingers. He drags in a breath, then expels it in a strained groan.

He shudders, then pounds into you hard, twice, thrice, and then he pauses with his cock deep inside of you. His jaw clenches, and his grip on your hip is so tight that it’s almost painful, but you like it—just as much as you like the guttural sound he makes as he shudders in completion. A few long seconds later, he gasps in a breath, then sighs and releases your hand. “Fuck,” he groans, holding his weight above you on shaking arms.

You beckon him to lie atop you, his golden head pillowed on your breasts as his breathing steadies, sighing when you kiss his hair and whisper a quiet, I love you, for him to relish. He stays sheathed inside your warmth, unwilling to part just yet. “I love you,” he murmurs in turn, never tiring of how you smile when he says the words. Sighing, he rolls to the side, and you whine at the loss of him and the empty feeling between your thighs.

He lays on his side, and you pillow your head on his outstretched arm, nuzzling close against his chest and threading one of your legs through his. Arthur presses his cheek to the crown of your head and strokes your hair as the first dregs of daylight break over the horizon, shining upon England, Camelot, and his future wife and queen.

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shy-blue-blossom · 8 months

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Arrange love?

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur had been enjoying his day training with the knights and making Merlin's life a misery. Doing the dirtiest chores he could think of. He was soon called by his father, King Uther, and he was seething with anger when he heard what his father had to say. He wanted him to marry some princess that he had never met.

An arranged marriage.

He made his way straight to the training grounds and began to take his anger out on one of the wooden dummies. No one went near him. What angered him the most was that his father never told him he was engaged as he had been since he was 10. He has been engaged for 10 years.

However, as he was destroying the dummy, he didn't notice someone walk up to him.

"You know if you do not pay attention. You are going to get ambushed." Arthur smiles at the voice as he turned around to face his childhood friend.

She was smiling softly at him as she stood there. He walked up to her and immediately pulled her into a hug, which she returned. As he pulled back from the hug he asked why she was in Camelot.

"My father said that I would be a bride, yet I do not know who I am marrying." She told him with a small smile.

"I hope it is me."

"Why?" She asked with a cute confused face.

"My father has just informed me I am in an arranged marriage," Arthur explained to her. "Also, I could not possibly let someone have you when I have fallen for you."

Y/n's face flushed bright red as she stuttered about what to say next. She took some deep breaths before kissing his cheek and wishing he was her groom-to-be. They heard someone clearing their throat. They turned to see their fathers.

They both had smirks on their faces.

They looked at one another and grinned as they knew what their fathers were about to inform them.

Arthur kisses her and they melted into one another. They smiled into the kiss as they heard their fathers cheering for them.

The end.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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⭑ He noticed you whilst visiting his subjects in the local village. Arthur didn’t want to rule like his uncle Vortigern. No fear or intimidation towards his people - which was weird to think he had people.

⭑ Arthur wanted his people to know that they could rely on him. He was their King, and that meant not turning a blind eye.

⭑ So on his second outing after his coronation - he saw you. Thinking you were some sort of supernatural creature that had somehow appeared in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes from you.

⭑ He’ll do the secret admirer thing where he leaves gifts for you; mostly flowers, sometimes jewelry or perfume.

⭑ He doesn’t want anyone to know; he’d be teased relentlessly by his men - especially Goosefat Bill.

⭑ You had no clue who your admirer could be, absolutely none. It wasn’t a common occurance either - this was your first time receiving such attention.

⭑ Arthur noticed your likes and dislikes, and one day he felt the need to introduce himself.

⭑ He conveniently left out the King part, and you were taken aback. He was so handsome, so charming. Why would he need to hide behind a letter?

⭑ You were completely enamored by him; the way he spoke, when he moved the hair from his face, even the way he stood.

⭑ But it seemed to him like you were uninterested when all you were was shocked. So when he asked you to accompany him on a ride, you were silent.

⭑ And it took a few seconds before the information was processed. Arthur’s heart had never pumped so quickly inside his chest.

⭑ “Oh-I... yes, I would love to,” you blushed.

With those words, it seemed like he was the ... king of the world.

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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 2 years

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Day 1: "I want to taste you." - Din Djarin

Day 2: "Oh you hate me? Try saying it again without moaning and I might believe you." - Marc Spector

Day 3: "First one to make a noise loses." - Loki Laufeyson

Day 4: "Are you jealous?" - Anakin Skywalker

Day 5: "We shouldn't be doing this." "Tell me to stop." - Frankie Morales

Day 6: "Do you think of me when you touch yourself." - Steven Grant

Day 7: "You’re not wearing anything under that are you." -

#din djarin x reader #marc spector x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #llewyn davis x reader #frankie morales x reader #king arthur x reader #steven grant x reader #poe dameron x reader #javier peña x reader

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watchtowerindistress · 2 years

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are you falling for me...? - arthur pendragon x fem!reader (lady guinevere)

Summary:

Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife.

Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn't already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.

Warning: mention of smut, language, blood, sexual tension

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free-for-all-fics · 9 months

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Charlie Hunnam Character Prompts! This list includes: Alan McMichael, King Arthur, Raymond Smith, and Will “Ironhead” Miller. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of the ideas presented here. I’d love to read it! 💜

1. After the events of Crimson Peak, Edith and Alan eventually marry. Edith gives birth to a daughter (whether the baby is Alan’s, or Thomas’ from his and Edith’s night in the depot is up to you.) Their daughter inherits the ability to see ghosts just like her mother and grandmother before her.

2. You’re Thomas and Lucille’s daughter but you don’t know. You’ve been raised to believe you’re their sister. Due to the nature of your birth and years spent growing up in the darkness of Allerdale Hall, your eyes have a strong sensitivity to light. You’re in your 20s when Thomas takes you to an optician in New York while he’s courting Edith. Maybe an American doctor will have something to help you that the English doctors back home don’t. You meet Alan, who gives you an eye exam. He helps you when your eyes are giving you trouble by prescribing you a special type of eyeglasses and sunglasses so you can go outside for longer periods of time. He also prescribes you eyedrops/medications and recommends using a parasol for shade while you’re out on walks. Over time, his prescription notes become love notes.

3. You’re the youngest Sharpe and are much more petite than the average woman, standing only at about 4’9. Thomas assures you it’s not your fault, it’s just how you were born. You also attribute your small stature to the lack of necessary sunshine and fresh air from your years growing up confined to the shadows of Allerdale Hall. Your brother rarely let you leave the grounds while you were a child, afraid you’d get sick and your immune system would be too weak to fight off any infection. You’d never gone past the front yard before. Now an adult, you fall in love with Alan McMichael while Thomas is courting Edith. He dances with you at balls, sends you secret love letters, etc. When Thomas discovers these letters, he takes them and locks you in your bedroom. Your attempts to stop him or slow him down do nothing to deter him. Despite your protests and pleas to be let out and for him to give Alan’s letters back, he instead hides them where Lucille wouldn’t find them. You don’t realize he’s locked you in to protect you from her. When Alan comes to Allerdale Hall to rescue Edith, he wants to take you away too and demands to know where you are. During the confrontation, you escape. It’s because of Alan that you discover your true lineage: Your siblings are actually your parents and you’re the product of incest. You’re helpless and horrified when Lucille stabs Alan. You try to run to him, but she holds you back while Thomas stabs him too.

You believe him to be dead until Lucille takes Edith away to sign the papers and Thomas urges you to help him get Alan downstairs, quickly. He’s still alive and your tears of mourning turn into tears of relief. There’s no time for explanations, but Thomas begs your forgiveness and tells you he loves you. While he’s not proud of the act he and Lucille did, he wants you to know you were never a mistake. He gives you a goodbye kiss on the forehead before he rushes to help Edith. While you keep him stable, Alan reveals that, before he was stabbed, Thomas gave him his blessing to marry you. He whispered it so low so Lucille wouldn’t hear. After leaving Crimson Peak, you later wed. Neither of you care about Mrs. McMichael’s snide remarks or disapproval of you. But when you come to be with child, you’re afraid for their health. You worry that your body is too small to safely carry to term, or that your lineage means any children you have are at risk for birth defects. Alan soothes your fears and assures you that you’re strong and capable. No matter what, he will love his child. If they are born anything but healthy, you and he will find a way to still give them the best life possible. You’ll devote your lives to their happiness.

4. Alan McMichael meets you, a woman who has Heterochromia. As an eye doctor, he wants to study this rare eye condition but over time, he gets to know you and falls in love with you. You help him with his studies on the subject and tell him about your life, from your genetic history all the way to the hardships you’ve faced for being different from everybody else. You tell him how you used to wear sunglasses all the time to hide your eyes out of shame. But you’re not ashamed anymore, and Alan further compliments them. The eyes are generally considered the most beautiful feature of the human body and your eyes are no exception. They’re unique, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.

5. Haunting of Hill House crossover AU (the novel, not the show): You’re Hugh Crain’s youngest daughter and the only family member who survived the hauntings of Hill House. While you grew up on the grounds, no corner of your house was safe. Your mother was killed in the drive up before the house’s completion, leaving you and your older sisters to be raised by a governess. Every room had its haunts. Even the outside garden was haunted by ghosts having picnics. Your eldest sister, Sophia, was given a disturbing monograph on morality from your father, signed in his own blood. As you grew older, you started to feel uneasy around your overbearing father and grew concerned about his intentions with Sophia. Though he was physically absent and often away in Europe with his new wife, you still felt the weight of his presence everywhere within the walls, along with the ghosts. It frightened you. You left Hill House when you turned 18 and never came back, though you missed your sisters dearly and kept writing them letters. You settled in New York, where you met and later married Alan McMichael, a handsome eye doctor. When he shows you his interest in ghost sightings through photography, you’re worried for his safety, still traumatized from your past experiences. You have yet to tell him the full story about Hill House.

Your middle sister sometimes visited with her husband, and you were saddened at her and Sophia’s falling out over the inheritance of the house. No matter how much you urged your eldest sister to leave Hill House, you knew she’d never visit. Sophia later died alone and you were devastated at the news of her death. Alan did his best to console you at her funeral. Your mourning was exacerbated when your middle sister died while trying to move some furniture and dishes out of the house, mere months after Sophia’s funeral. The coroner said she slipped and fell down the stairs, but you knew better. When Alan’s friend, Edith, marries Thomas Sharpe and moves into Allerdale Hall, you come with to help her settle in. But you realize immediately that Allerdale Hall is haunted, in eerily similar ways to how Hill House is. She confides in you about her ability to see ghosts and you do what you can to protect her and keep her safe since you couldn’t do the same for your beloved sisters. But you can’t stay in the house forever, so you go to Alan for help. You finally sit him down and confide in him everything about your experiences at Hill House. You urge him that Edith is now in great danger and needs both his help and yours before it’s too late.

6. You’re Eunice’s best friend and fall in love with her brother, Alan, when he meets you while attending medical school. Neither of you make the connection right away. After all, there’s tons of women named Eunice and you and Alan hadn’t seen each other since you were children. Uh oh when he takes you to meet his family and you realize you’re in love with your best friend’s brother.

7. You’re a mermaid-like creature in Camelot but unlike the Syrens, your magic isn’t dark and you don’t serve Vortigern. You stayed in hiding during his tyrannical reign, since you’re similar to a Ceasg and knew he’d abuse your magic. After Vortigern’s death and the destruction of the tower, the Syrens ventured back out to the deeper waters of the vast sea. You’re captured by Arthur’s men, mistaken for a Syren after saving the new King’s life by kissing him and granting him the ability to breathe underwater for a time. His knights mistook your actions and thought you were trying to eat their friend. You’re kept in the King’s bedchamber, in a large glass container full of water that has enough room to swim around in, but acts as your cage. Arthur interrogates you, asking you all sorts of questions about yourself, where you come from, your connection to the Syrens that served his uncle, etc. But over time, his questions become softer and he talks to you with a spirit similar to that of a young boy who just discovered fairytales are real. He and you fall in love. You use your magic to grant Arthur’s wishes, even if he unknowingly makes them. It takes him a while to realize what’s happening and that his wishes coming true is your doing.

One night, the door above your tank is left unlocked after you’re fed. You pull yourself out and crawl towards Arthur while he sleeps in his bed of furs. You’re so curious about the anatomy of humans and always wanted to see one up close. As you crawl on top of him to touch his face and play with his golden hair, Arthur responds as if in a dream and leans up to kiss you. When he jolts awake and realizes what he’s doing, he lets you touch and admire him, but only for a short while before he carries you back to your tank. He doesn’t want you to dry out. But you keep a firm hold on his hand and encourage him to join you, telling him you want to explore his body further. He relents and you make love under the water. Someone later tries to kidnap you and steal you away for their own greed, and your tank shatters. You flail around like a fish out of water before your tail dries and turns to legs. After he rescues you, Arthur gives you back your freedom. But instead you choose to stay and serve him as your King. Unlike Syrens, You don’t demand blood or human sacrifices. You simply ask for Arthur’s heart, his love, and he gives it to you. He makes you his Queen, as unconventional as his choice in a bride may be. There’s no other he wants for his wife.

8. Pirates of the Caribbean-esque AU: You’re a mermaid/siren but you’re a good natured one that isn’t bloodthirsty or man-eating like your sisters. Arthur captures you and holds you prisoner after he thinks you tried to kill him. He keeps you in a large tank in his private bedchamber because he needs a mermaid’s/siren’s magic to help him in a quest for something. But then you and he start bonding and developing romantic feelings for each other, especially when he realizes you actually saved his life that day you met and weren’t trying to kill him at all. Despite being kept in a tank full of seawater, you become very sick because you’ve been away from the actual sea for too long. Your skin and tail become ashy, your hair loses its luster, the sparkle in your eyes dims. Arthur grows so worried and remorseful for his mistreatment of you that he sets you free, returning you to the ocean where you belong. You wave to him as you swim away and he waves back with stray tears in his eyes.

He doesn’t see you for so long that he thinks you’re gone forever. But then you show up again while he’s sailing out at sea, swimming along the side of his ship and you’re mistaken for a large fish. He’s surprised to see you when you climb over the side and hold yourself up on the railing. He’s left speechless when you reveal you’ve brought him the treasure he sought after in the first place. It wasn’t easy to find, that’s why you were gone so long. You never planned on abandoning him. You kiss him and tell him a secret: If a mortal wins the heart of a merfolk, that merfolk is granted the ability to walk on land when their tail is dry. And a mortal fortunate enough to receive the kiss of a merfolk is granted the ability to breathe underwater. You show Arthur he’s earned your love when your beautiful shimmering tail dries and becomes human legs. He quickly finds you some clothes and asks you to stay with him as his bride and be his Queen. You accept, but tell him you’ll have to return to the sea for short periods of time periodically to stay healthy. When the King and Queen are both missing from the palace, it’s safe to say they’re out swimming.

9. You’re Arthur’s Queen and are once again with child after many failed attempts. You’ve been able to get pregnant before, but the trouble has been keeping it. You’ve suffered many miscarriages so early on that sometimes you wouldn’t even bother telling your husband you were with child, too afraid you’d get his hopes up only to lose it. This put an emotional and mental toll on both you and Arthur. This is the farthest you’ve carried in any pregnancy, so Arthur is especially protective and doting, making sure you have the best of healers. Naturally, everyone in the kingdom hopes the firstborn will be a boy to carry his father’s legacy. Arthur assures you he just wants a healthy wife and child. The birth itself is difficult and you nearly die trying to bring your baby into the world. There’s so much blood. Arthur is terrified but refuses to leave your side. This is his castle, his wife, and his child. So he’s going to hold your hand and caress your hair through it all, even if it takes hours. He encourages you and tells you you’re the strongest woman he knows. When the babe is born, it’s a girl. You’re afraid you’ve disappointed the kingdom and your husband, but Arthur is overjoyed at the arrival of his little princess. She is his heir and he loves both her and you unconditionally. A huge celebration is in order. But first, you must rest and recover.

10. Ever after AU: Your stepmother works you like a servant for years following your father’s death, while plotting and scheming to get her own spoiled and selfish daughter on the throne. You pretend to be a courtier to save a man’s life, inadvertently catching the eye of King Arthur. He keeps pursuing you despite all your attempts to evade him, so you give him your deceased mother’s name when he pushes for yours. You didn’t think you’d see him again, but fate has you crossing paths and meeting in secret. A romance eventually blossoms. You show him you’re a country girl at heart with a strong spirit, not afraid to get dirty, climb trees, use a blade, etc. You want more than anything to tell Arthur the truth of who you are, but keep losing your courage at the last moment. He’s just so wonderful and you love him so much, you don’t want to hurt him with your deception. A masque ball is being held for the King to choose a bride so Camelot may finally have a Queen. Your stepmother lashes you for your insolence towards your stepsister after she tries to take your mother’s dress. She locks you in the cellar but you escape.

Your stepmother tries to sabotage you by assaulting you and exposing you as a fraud and devious little pretender in front of the entire royal court, but her scheme backfires terribly when Arthur reveals he doesn’t care about your status as a servant. He holds your hand as he tells your stepmother that she seems to have forgotten herself and must be unaware of his own background. He grew up in a brothel under the care of prostitutes. He loved those women like family and he rose up out of gutter in the village streets of Londinium through years of hard work and blood, sweat, and tears. He has your stepmother and terrible stepsister taken away to be dealt with later and announces you as his intended bride. That is, if you’ll have him. The decision is yours. Meanwhile, your other stepsister, who is much more gentle and kind hearted, has been in a blooming romance of her own: She’s falling in love with one of Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Upon your marriage and coronation, your stepsister is appointed your lady-in-waiting and becomes part of the royal court. On your wedding night, Arthur discovers the lashing marks on your back and is horrified. He’s so livid he would’ve sentenced your stepmother to death for daring to lay such a violent hand upon you, but you talk him down. He strips her of her title in front of the royal court and, at your behest, sentences her and your horrible stepsister to lifelong servitude. Neither you nor your other stepsister have spared a thought for your cruel stepmother or odious stepsister, too busy in your happy new lives.

11. You’re thrown overboard when the ship you’re traveling on gets stuck in a terrible and merciless thunderstorm. As you try to keep yourself above water, you hear voices shouting what you think is your name. Lightning cracks and starts a fire on the ship, but that’s all you remember as you hit your head and black out. You awaken on the shoreline, found by men who later reveal themselves as Knights of the Round Table. They take you to their King, Arthur. When you reveal you don’t remember anything but a shortened version of your name, Arthur takes it upon himself to look after you while you recover from your ordeal. At least until your memory returns or your family can be found. He has his knights work on locating your family while he shows you his castle, takes you on tours of Camelot, etc. Over time, your friendship turns into a romance. Little do either you or Arthur know, you’re actually a Viking Princess who was on voyage to Camelot to marry Arthur. The very same Viking Princess who is believed to be dead. Your arranged marriage was meant to strengthen an alliance between Norway and England in exchange for protection, resources, trade routes, weapons, etc. But your supposed death has created a new array of problems for Arthur as he’s tried to draft up a new agreement with your mourning mother and/or father, not realizing he has their amnesiac daughter right under his roof. What happens when the truth is revealed?

12. Arthur stumbles across a baby girl in a basket drifting in the water. This child was watched over and protected by the Lady of the Lake, who instructs Arthur to take you in and raise you as his daughter. He does so, and you grow up a Princess of Camelot. But as you grow, you show signs of possessing magic similar to that of mermaids, water nymphs, or fairies. You have unique abilities over controlling water and can even influence people when you sing. You may have the ability to breathe underwater or swim at incredible speeds. Your father still loves you and does what he can to help you control your powers, but he may need the help of the Mage to further teach you, since he’s just a human man who has no knowledge of your birth or who your natural parents were. The Lady of the Lake didn’t tell him much when she gave you to him.

13. You’re either Roz’s sister and Mickey’s sister-in-law, or you’re Mickey’s sister and Roz’s sister-in-law. The choice is up to you. Either way, you and Ray find yourselves in a high risk, high reward romance as you try to hide your affair from Roz and Mickey. Ray started off as your personal bodyguard and you’re worried they wouldn’t understand or would be against mixing love and business for whatever reason. You’d rather not see Ray get fired or killed, so you keep it secret. Ray also enjoys living too much to die just yet, thank you. But maybe Roz and Mickey wouldn’t be angry that you’ve kept secrets from them, just disappointed that you’d think so little of them. You’re Mickey and Roz’s sister (in-law) and they love you. Ray has been like family for years too, and there’s no better man for you than him. But maybe at the time you were just too scared and foolish to realize that they’d always have your back and support you no matter what.

14. You’re Ray’s wife. You used to be a journalist, but your articles caught the interest of an espionage agency. They gave you an interview under the guise of a publishing company and, during it, you noticed the organization's hidden cameras and microphones. You discovered the interview’s true purpose and passed the test. Your set of skills got you hired on the spot, and you built a career as one of the top spies in the organization. You’ve obtained valuable intel while infiltrating galas, fundraisers, house parties, board meetings, etc. But you promised Ray not to go on any more missions once you became pregnant. So you retire, or work from the safety of your own office at home instead of actively being out on the field. Despite both you and Ray laying low and taking as many precautions as possible to keep yourselves safe, somehow enemies of your agency or Mickey Pearson had discovered your location and/or connection to Ray. They sabotage your vehicle and set you up to get into a serious car accident in an attempt to eliminate you. They want to use your death to get to your husband and ultimately yours and/or his boss. Your body is gone from the crash scene, so you’re believed to be missing or dead.

What Ray doesn’t know until later is that Mickey pulled some strings to get you out of there and sent you to a high security hospital without the enemy agents knowing. You were swapped out with a body too damaged for recognition while the enemy agents were distracted by a diversion and they took it, believing it to be you. Ray is sent your coordinates from a burner phone and drives as fast as he can to get to you, scared half to death about you and your child. If either of you are hurt or dead, there will be hell to pay. There were rules to this game, one of the most important being to never go after wives or children. The people who targeted and attacked you will pay. Once Ray and Mickey are through with them, they’ll wish they had never been born. There are fates much worse than death, after all. But first, Ray needs to be the doting husband and take extra good care of you and his unborn child. You need him now more than ever.

15. Ocean’s 8/11/12-esque fic with Ray and you. The plot is up to you, just imagine an action packed heist with him.

16. Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU: You and your husband, Ray, had been attending marriage counseling since it was on the rocks for a while and divorce seemed imminent. You were working for rival agencies at the time and were each ordered to kill the other. But neither of you realized you were each other’s target because the names you’d been given on the slip of paper were aliases you and Ray used. You also wore masks or disguises to infiltrate places. Your rivalry had resulted in multiple massive shootouts or perfectly laid traps that you and Ray survived and got out of. One such shootout nearly destroyed your house and ended with you aiming at each other’s heads, but once the masks/disguises got knocked off and you each realized who you were trying to kill, you stopped and threw down your weapons. Ray told you he loved you and couldn’t kill you. You told him the same. You made love and reconciled, then teamed up instead. You became such a power couple that your employers sent other assassins after you both to finish the job. In present day, you and Ray hold hands and tell your marriage counselor that your careers are going great and your marriage is thriving.

17. You’re Ray’s neighbor and have no inkling about who he really is or what he does. He befriends you and invites you over to his house to cook dinner for you on occasion. You enjoy these cozy evenings where you help him in the kitchen, then relax on the couch and watch a movie by the fire. Or sometimes you just sit and talk, his arm laying over the back of the couch behind you. In the darkness of the room while the movie plays, you’ve shared fleeting kisses and Ray��s arm has moved to your shoulder so he can hold you close. Ray has never experienced this kind of romantic affection before since he’s been so focused on his work, but it feels nice with you. You’ve asked about his job, but he’s told you something mundane that’s just a cover. The less you know, the safer you’ll be. You don’t even know who Mickey Pearson is and Ray wants to keep it that way.

On one of these date nights, he finally takes you to bed. While you’re making love, you tell Ray you love him. In the wee hours of the morning, you crawl out from underneath him without waking him up and throw on one of his shirts. You climb down the stairs leading to the basement, either in search of a midnight snack or wanting to make breakfast since he made dinner the night before. You open the freezer, only to discover the body of Aslan. Ray is awoken by your screams and grabs his gun, afraid you’re hurt or there’s an intruder. You hear his footsteps rushing towards where you are as he calls your name. Oh god, what do you do? What happens now?

18. Something similar to that scene from The Godfather Part 2: You’re Ray’s wife (maybe you’re pregnant) and you’re in bed when you ask him to close the curtains. That’s when he notices the snipers and has you get down as gunfire destroys your bedroom. While you fall out of the bed with a cry, Ray crawls towards you and lays on top of you to shield you with his body. He asks if you’ve been hit, and you’re maybe hit in the shoulder or have a superficial graze. Either way, seeing your blood is enough to make Ray livid. He’s like Mickey in that he doesn’t give a damn about money but he is very emotional about how someone dared to target his home, his family! Attacked in his bedroom where his wife sleeps and where his children may play with their toys. The people who did this are not going unpunished, and Mickey would definitely help his friend and consigliere in getting retribution. Those people will wish they’d never been born once he and Mickey get to them. Death is too quick a mercy.

19. Threesome between Will, you and Catfish. That is all. That’s the prompt.

20. You’re Catfish’s sister who works as a makeup artist in Hollywood. Your brother got his pilot license suspended on a coke bust because he was covering for you. You were in deep shit and needed his help to get out, nearly in hysterics from all your panicking. He loves you so much he’d do anything to protect you. But you know how much Frankie loves to fly, so you feel immensely guilty for what happened. For both yours and your brother’s sake, you go into rehab. You’re finally ready to accept help for your drug addiction. In the past you fell in with Dieter Bravo, an Oscar-winning actor who you used to do makeup on for his movies. You’d talk for hours while he was in your chair, and eventually you started sleeping together and doing drugs with him. For a while it was just about sex and drugs, but then you fell in love with him and he with you. You saved Dieter from an OD and that was when he realized he loved you.

You had a lot of fun and good times with Dieter when you were fuck buddies and dating, but you also had a lot of bad times and rough patches. Eventually you and Dieter made the mutual decision to break things off amicably, but you’re still best friends to this day. You meet Will when he picks you up from rehab while your brother is busy with his new baby, and from there you become friends. The longer you stay clean, the more you and Will get to know each other and fall in love. Catfish and the guys are so proud of you, supportive in every step of your recovery. When you run into Dieter again, he’s excited to tell you about Anika and his own journey towards getting clean. You meet Anika and Dieter meets Will. You’re both so happy for each other and how your lives have turned around for the better.

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Imagine 5 || king arthur

Артур не знал, что ему делать с его новой женой. Ты была отстранённой, холодной и явно не считала Артура таким же невероятным, как считали другие. Он был королём, если раньше женщины проявляли к нему лёгкую симпатию, то сейчас были особенно настойчивы, даже статные дамы.

Хотя и брак был вынужденным, почему-то Артур верил, что сможет стать хорошим мужем, а затем и отцом. Но ты видимо считала иначе. К счастью или нет, ты не забеременела после вашей первой и брачной ночи. Хотя эта ночь была ужасна не только для тебя, но и для короля, который стал твоим мужем.

Он никогда не думал, что попадёт в столь унизительное положение. Но по итогу, мало того, что Артур долго не мог прийти к возбуждению, заставляя тебя чувствовать себя нежеланной, а его самого не способным, затем он наполнил тебя, когда и минуты не прошло. Хотя для себя он нашёл объяснение в том, что всё это было не по его душу, а ты была девственница, как и полагается принцессе, всё равно ему было стыдно.

И то, что ты избегала его уже вторую неделю не сделало всё проще. Благодаря слугам, он знал где ты и как. Они рассказали, о том, какой грустной ты выглядишь все эти дни, рассказали о том, что ты ни с кем не подружилась, и что просишь их меньше беспокоить себя.

Он чувствовал себя ещё хуже. Думал, что теперь он и ужасный муж. Он хотел дать тебе пространство, а по итогу, заставил чувствовать себя одиноко.

— Моя жена, — его голос мягкий и бархатный, он привлекает твоё внимание, и ты сразу поворачиваешь голову в его направлении.

— Мой король, вы чего-то хотите от меня? — интересуешься ты, следя за своим мужем взглядом, когда он обходит тебя, спокойно и держа руки за спиной.

Ты выглядела умиротворённой сидя в этих садах. Тихое пение птиц и шум от фонтана также заставлял тебя приходить к спокойному состоянию.

— Всего лишь узнать как вы себя чувствуйте и всё ли необходимое у вас есть? — Артур садится рядом с тобой.

Он не знал, как должен прийти к теме огромной ледяной стены между вами, которую ты не стремилась разрушать. Ему даже казалось на небольшой миг, что тебе хотелось этого пространства между вами.

Один из его друзей и рыцарей круглого стола, сказал ему, чтобы он наслаждался. Не все "навязанные" жёны могут так отдаляться и давать столько свободы. Но Артур не видел во всём этом ничего хорошего, и он уже давно пресытился всеми женщинами, которые вытворяли либо невероятные вещи для его удовольствия, либо просто были хорошенькими. Теперь он был королём и уже давно хорошо вжился в эту роль. И он хотел чего-то серьёзного, кого-то хорошего, надёжного рядом с собой.

— Я сыта, моя кровать очень мягкая, а платья и украшения кажутся дорогими и красивыми, поэтому, мне не на что жаловаться, мой король.

Он хмыкает, замечая, как ты называешь его. Ты очень редко обращался к нему «муж» или по имени, хотя он сказал, что ты можешь это делать.

— Я рад, что вы ни в чём не нуждаетесь. Но как вы себя чувствуете?

— Если вас интересует, не разбухает ли мой живот от вашего наследника, то нет, моё чрево пусто.

Артур не имел это в виду, не только потому что уже знал об этом, но и потому что он хотел знать как ты. Как твоё настроение и какие мысли тебя посещают.

— Что ж, это прискорбно, но я уверен, что мы исправим это в скором времени, — стоит ему закончить, как он чувствует себя идиотом, а твой взгляд наполнен замешательством и даже осуждением. — Но я хотел бы знать, хорошо ли вам в замке? Беспокоит ли вас что-нибудь? Или желаете ли вы что-нибудь особенного?

Ты слегка хмуришься и Артур находит это очаровательным. Каким бы уже испорченным он не был, ему всё равно удавалось находить прекрасное и что-то невинное в тебе. Хотя ты и была таковой. Ты была другой, до того, как явилась в Камелот.

— Я ни в чём не нуждаюсь мой король, — произносишь ты.

Этого было бы достаточно и ты уверена, что Артур просто встанет и уйдёт оставив тебя наблюдать за утками плавающими в пруду.

— Если вам что-то понадобиться, моя жена, то сообщите мне. — Он не может больше придумать повода завести с тобой беседу, и ты явно не желаешь его присутствия рядом, поэтому Артур решает просто уйти.

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Как бы это не было прискорбно, но до него доходит, что он должен быть достаточно прямолинеен и мил с тобой одновременно. Потому что ты пытаешься стать всё дальше и дальше. Ты отказывалась от совместного ужина. И в прошлый раз тебе это удалось, но не теперь.

Артур лично приходит к твоим покоям. Охрана пропускает его в твою спальню, и цветочный запах сразу проникает в его лёгкие. Он оглядывает обстановку, замечая множество цветов, должно быть поэтому ты так много проводила в саду, однако король не находит тебя. Тогда он продвигается чуть дальше, в ту часть комнаты, которую прикрывает тюль.

— Т/И! — Он решает сначала окрикнуть тебя, надеясь не проявить неуважение к тебе. Но этого было недостаточно.

Артур застаёт тебя в ванной. Обнажённой, вода блестит под танцующим пламенем свечей, твои волосы небрежно собраны вверх, а глаза становятся похожи на глаза лани. Ты явно встревожена и не знаешь, что ожидать от своего мужа. Хотя Артуру и нравится, то в каком положении он тебя застал, его голова наполняется порочными мыслями, заставляя его немного сжать челюсть. Он не хочет вредить тебе или пользоваться своим правом мужа, хотя он уверен, что любой из его знакомых взял бы тебя, нежно, уговаривая или грубо и резко не интересуясь твоим желанием.

Артур не сделает этого.

— Я не хотел тревожить тебя, — произносит он. — Но слуги передали мне, что ты не можешь прийти на ужин, снова.

— Да, я подумала, что моё присутствие необязательно.

— Это ужин для нас, дорогая жена. — Артур делает пару шагов и замечает как ты меняешь позу в воде, ещё больше пытаясь прикрыться. — Я хочу узнать тебя. И наши ужины должны стать регулярными. Поэтому, я надеюсь, что ты составишь мне компанию.

Ты продолжаешь смотреть на него, как испуганный олень. Но он лишь уходит, давая тебе понять, что просто хочет увидеть тебя через пару минут.

И ты вздохнув, вылезаешь из ванной. Вода стекает по твоему замерзающему телу, пока ты не вытираешь его мягким полотенцем. Во всяком случае, ты надеешься, что еда будет вкусной.

#king arthur #king arthur imagine #king arthur x reader #arthur pendragon imagine #arthur pendragon x reader #charlie hunnam king arthur imagine #charlie hunnam x reader

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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I'm on board for slutty September and I like fate series, so could you do some nsfw headcanons for Proto Arthur (I've always thought he's a soft dom and service top myself)

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Kink Discussions, Implied Dom/Sub, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Discussions of Sex Positions

Arthur is respectful in every situation, especially the bedroom. Nothing is going to happen without a discussion of boundaries beforehand. He’s not going to recommend you fill out a sheet or anything like that but he will be tempted. He doesn’t ever want to cross a line with you and that means that sometimes he can be a little inflexible. It’s done out of love and comes from the fact he cares about you so much.

He’s willing to be the one to make the first move but does enjoy it when you pursue him back. Arthur is used to people vying for his attention but it means something different when it comes from you. He knows that when you flirt it’s because you care for him as a person and not just a king. It gives him more freedom to flirt back and he gets into it. The first time he flirts for real your eyes go wide and you’re instantly embarrassed. Arthur vows to see that look on your face more often.

He’s a gentlemen and loves to look at your face as you fuck, wanting to make sure you’re feeling good and keeping track of your energy. He does enjoy pinning you down and quickly finds out that you like it too. It makes it easier to push your legs to your chest and start to grind into you. He’s always focused on your pleasure and wants to make sure you enjoy yourself.

Arthur isn’t going to stop you if you want to please him but he is hesitant. You run the show in this relationship and he always wants to be of service to you. He’s not someone who’s looking for a reward; maybe that’s why you like to give him them so often. His favorite thing is to 69; have you straddle his face as he gets you off with his mouth. He prefers you being on top of him while you touch him. He always finishes early and he would be embarrassed if he didn’t love it as much as he does.

#fate imagines #king arthur x reader #arthur x reader #proto arthur x reader #proto arthur imagine #Fate Grand Order #Fate series #fgo #fgo imagine #fgo arthur #fgo proto arthur

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#merlin #bbc merlin #bbc merlin x reader #merlin x reader #bbc merlin imagine #bbc merlin imagines #merlin imagine #merlin imagines #arthur x reader #king arthur x reader #arthur pendragon x reader #arthur pendragon imagines

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Arthur Pendragon

King Arthur: The Legend of The Sword

The Kingdom of Camelot has been thriving since Arthur had been crowned king all those years ago. The Kingdom was blessed with a queen for 10 years before she was taken from them. Arthur was devastated along with the people. Before the queen met her end she blessed Arthur with a son and daughter. They do not know who could have done it but they suspect some of Vortigern's devoted followers, few as they are, might have done it.

Prince Duran was now 15 years old. The Princess was 5 years old. Duran was either found in three different places. The first was with his father, King Arthur, the second place was the training grounds with either Sir George, Sir Tristan, Sir Bedivere, Sir William or Sir Percival. The last place is with his younger sister, Princess y/n. there is the odd time you will find him playing with some friends but they are normally at the training grounds. The princess can be found in a few different places but always with the same people. Arthur, Duran, one of the kings at Arthur's round table, one of the ladies who brought him up or Eva the one responsible for looking after y/n.

It was a nice sunny day in Camelot when the people working in the palace notice something wrong with the individual covering Eva on watching the princess. Arthur and the members of the round table have been getting reports from the staff. someone had even informed Eva, who was resting in bed due to a cold that had made her faint. She got out of bed with help to go and check up on the princess, she knew where the princess would be at any time of the day. She happened to bump into Prince Duran who was going to his sister as well. They both froze when they reached where she was supposed to be. Laying on the floor in their blood was the Princess's sworn protector.

Duran ran to inform Arthur and the round table while Eva ran over to Danial. He was barely alive. Arthur was signing some paperwork at the round table and talking to George, Bedivere, William, Percival and Wet Stick when Duran barged into the room to tell him what had happened. The fear Arthur had buried had come true.

6 years after the assassination of the queen, the princess would be the target.

Danial came stumbling into the room with help from Eva. He explained how he was attacked from behind and facked being dead as he knew he would not have been able to protect princess y/n from harm if he resisted. He informed them that the attacker was wearing a blacklegs mask. Arthur turned to Wet Stick and Bedivere. He told them to stay with Duran while he goes with Percival, goosefat Bill and George. They set off once they all got their supplies.

They tracked them to the old resistance hideout. Goosefat made Arthur wait outside, even if he had an heir, the heir is not ready for the throne. Arthur agree but waited outside with much impatience. Goosefat, Percival and George went in and were met with the remaining blacklegs. Percival went and looked for y/n while George and Goosefat defeated the blacklegs. Percival soon came back with y/n who had tucked her face into his neck and held on tight to him. they left the hideout and Arthur turned when he heard a crunch of leaves. he called her name which made her raise her head to see him coming towards her. Y/n started to cry when she saw him and reached for him. Arthur took her out of Percival's arms into his own and held onto her tightly.

Duran was the first person y/n let go of Arthur for. Eva was the second as she was the one to get y/n out of the dirty and ruined clothes. She saw that she was covered in bruises and little cuts. Eva soon went to the round table as that is where Arthur had gone while waiting.

Everyone noticed the injuries now y/n was clean. Danial had come into the room and was nearly thrown off balance when y/n hugged him. He was thanked by them all because if he did not fake being dead, they would have never known if was the blacklegs.

Danial was kept as y/n's sworne protector and would resume the position once he was healed. Eva was told that if she is ever ill just let Arthur or one of the knights know and they will find someone to watch y/n. Eva was just relieved that y/n had no major injuries.

Y/n was happy that she was back with her family and protectors.

The end.

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#x child reader #reader #x reader #x daughter reader #x sister reader #king arthur x reader #king arthur #king arthur legend of the sword #king arthuth legendof the sword x reader #oc x reader #oc x sister reader #x child!reader #x daughter!reader #target

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race and any size reader

a/n: I’ve been doing a Merlin re-watch and god this show is perfect. It’s literally the perfect vibe!!!

Also their mbti, hogwarts house & zodiac signs are my personal opinion. I would love to hear your opinions!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛

INFP

Ravenclaw

Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon, Aquarius Rising

・Merlin has such responsibility on his shoulders that when he finds love, it’s like a smack in the face.

・He didn’t think he was fated to find love.

・But once you came into his life and reciprocated his feelings ... he found it hard to think straight.

・He shows his love through acts of service and words of affirmation. Always wanting you to know how he feels -

“I love you, you know,” Merlin stated, his back turned from you as a dished up your food.

“Oh, do you now?” You laughed, a cheeky grin spreading across your face.

・Merlin likes to receive love through quality time and acts of service (because he’s been a servant for so long, whenever someone does something for him it fills him with so much gratitude.)

・When you’re alone together, Merlin is slow to give you any physical touch. I think you would have to initiate it.

・But once you do, Merlin is like putty in your hands.

・Will be a smitten puppy dog with heart eyes, who follows you around everywhere. His duties would be neglected for a bit, before Gaius pulls him up.

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟

ESFP

Gryffindor

Leo Sun, Taurus Moon, Gemini Rising

・Arthur wants to do what is right. He’s an honorable, noble man who wants to see Camelot flourish. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ignore his heart.

・Arthur would court you properly; outings together, horseback rides, picnics. It was all so romantic, it was hard not to fall in love with him.

・But it wasn’t until you saw his heart; his honour and nobility with the people, that you truly fell in love.

・He shows love through gifts and quality time. Arthur would give you THE finest clothes, jewels, etc. Even if you do not wish for it. He loves to spoil you.

・Arthur likes to receive love through physical touch and quality time. Arthur has no want for gifts, you are the greatest one he’s ever received.

・You can’t fathom a life without him. It’s like he enhances all your best features. Always encouraging you and wanting you to be the best version of yourself.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐺𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒

ENFP

Hufflepuff

Gemini Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Aries Rising

・Gwaine has a lot of feelings. But those that are truly sincere - those cause a short circuit in his brain. He acts on a whim; whatever his heart desires.

・ And yet, when he talks with you ... when he talks to the knights about you ... it wasn’t until Leon pointed it out one night that Gwaine nearly combusted.

・Love... love? This is what it felt like? Painful, and yet a feeling that he never wanted to lose.

・He shows his love through physical touch; kisses, stroking your hair, nibbling your ear.

・Gwaine’s love language is shown through physical touch and gifts. So many flowers, one every single day. Gwaine is definitely fond of PDA. It isn’t even a dominant thing to show other men your his. No. It’s because he adores you so much, that he can’t stop touching you.

・He likes to receive love through physical touch and words of affirmation. Just like how he shows you his love, he likes the same in return; hair caresses, kisses on the cheek, nose, forehead, and lips.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑡

ISFP

Gryffindor

Libra Sun, Virgo Moon, Pisces Rising

・Lancelot falls in love deeply. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s all-consuming.

・You are his everything. His life. The reason to keep living.

・He would never let you down; always stand up for you and

・Shows his love through words of affirmation and acts of service. He loves lightening your load in any way possible. He doesn’t want the love of his life to be stressed.

・Likes to receive love through quality time and physical touch. He especially loves cuddling. He is most definitely the big spoon, engulfing you in such a warm embrace that you have no other choice but to be calm.

・You always feel grounded when Lancelot is around you. He has a level head, unless you’re in trouble, then he will do anything and everything in his power to save you.

・He always has an eye on you and wants you safe. He’d train you in case you were ever in trouble

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛

ISFJ

Hufflepuff

Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Libra Rising

・Leon has always wanted someone to love. Someone to care for. He does so for the people around him, but it isn’t the same. He yearns for romantic love.

・And when you came along, with your warm heart and stunning smile, all he could do was gape.

・He shows his love through acts of service and quality time. Leon always likes to help you with things. Be it chores/housework, errands, or the like. He just wants to feel like you can rely on him.

・He likes knowing he has someone to come home to. Someone he has to fight for, other than Camelot and his king.

・Leon has very earthy energy about him - it keeps you grounded and peaceful. He is a man who doesn’t like to jump into action without thinking about the situation first. He just doesn’t want to make a mistake that could have been avoided by thinking things through.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑛

ESFJ

Slytherin

Scorpio Sun, Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

・Elyan has such passion with his loyalty. He would die for the people he loves. I have seen him defend the people he cares about and it is fierce.

・He is more reserved and might not show a lot of PDA, but in private he worships you. There isn’t a moment where he isn’t touching you - a hand on yours, an arm around your shoulder etc.

・Elyan shows his love through quality time and acts of service. He wants you to feel close to him; both of you opening up and having deep conversation. Elyan wants to know about your childhood, your parents and siblings. How your journey led you here.

・He likes to receive love through physical touch and gifts. Elyan absolutely adores when you kiss his knuckles. He may show a tough front, but is a total softy.

・I definitely think you would be good friends with Guinevere and that would be important to him.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Pisces Sun, Taurus Moon, Sagittarius Rising

・Percival may seem reserved and quiet, but he has a side that not a lot of people see. He’s honorable, and brave, but also very romantic. He likes to make sure you feel loved.

・Definition of ride or die. Yes, like the other knights he would die for you. But in this case, if there’s danger - he’ll just throw himself at it.

・You always feel safe around Percival, as soon as you met him, you knew you could trust him.

・Percvial shows his love through acts of service & quality time. He isn’t one for a lot of words, so he likes to show you his love by being supportive and helpful.

・His favourite way of receiving love is physical touch and quality time. He absolutely loves when you sit on his lap. And cuddling with Percival is otherwordly. He’s always warm and feels so safe.

・You like wearing his clothes because they are so large. Percival is around 6′3 and has immense muscles, so the clothes are like dresses on you.

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