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azaleaniath · 1 year

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Lancelot, ladies and gentlemen.

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Lancelot x reader

includes: panic attacks, comfort, cuddling, phobia, spider phobia, angst

word count: 1.7k

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It was a warm summer morning, the knights had just gathered for breakfast before training. As a maid in the castle you often served them food, just like today.

Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, Leon and Lancelot sat on the long table that was filled with the best kinds of food Camelot had to offer.

You tried to concentrate on serving them all equally although you caught yourself putting especially much effort in caring for one of them;

Sir Lancelot.

Stumbling over your own feet while giving him a soft smile you almost hit Leon's face with the silver plate in your hand.

"Careful!" he called out just in time, blocking the plate from his head with one hand. Once he had caught your attention you apologized right away while Gwaine just smiled into his cup.

"Forgive me, Sir Leon. It won't happen again."

"I hope so." he answered, sounding more serious and mad than he actually was.

In shame you tried to concentrate and focus on your job. There was no time to stare at Lancelot, or to drown in your daydreams of interacting with him.

"(Y/N) is probably just a bit dizzy from the weather, it could've happened to all of us, Leon." Lancelot defended you in a low volume.

"Sure, the weather..." Percival mumbled with a grin, towards Gwaine. The two knights just chuckled, earning an unamused look from Lancelot.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard them talking. Was it so obvious that you liked him? With goosebumps all over your body you put down the silver plate on the table and got a hold of the water jug once you noticed that Lancelot's cup was empty.

"More water, Sir Lancelot?" you asked with a polite tone and a wide smile. It was so hard to look at him, not reacting like a little girl. He smiled back and nodded shyly.

Oh, what you would give for him to talk to you more.

As you leaned over the table you poured the water into his cup without looking. His gorgeous eyes were just too captivating. They looked as if they had so much love to give.

A tickling feeling on your hand turned your attention to the jug again. His cup was almost flowing over already as you noticed a giant spider crawling over your hand.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you shrieked in panic, squeezed your eyes shut and threw the jug across the room, almost hitting Elyan, if he wouldn't have dodged in time.

Without thinking, you jumped onto the nearest object, shaking your hand wildly while breathing unsteady.

You clung to the closest thing that was in reach without looking.

The jug flew against the wall, then dropping onto the ground with a loud echoing sound. Still having your eyes shut, you felt two arms wrap around your shivering body.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" a familiar voice almost whispered into your ear.

As you looked up you found yourself all huddled up on Lancelot's lap, panicky clinging onto his neck and shoulders.

His face was barely inches away from yours, never before had you been so close to the knight.

Still, your eyes were filled with fear. Well, now even more than before, as you noticed that the other knights looked at you in shock, some almost in amusement.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I was doing! Forgive me Sir Lancelot, please-"

In a rush you got off him, lowering your head while still shaking.

You heard Gwaine chuckle as your entire head got hot red like a tomato.

"Don't worry, it's all good. Are you fine?"

"I am..." you mumbled ashamed as you picked up the jug. "I-I'll get some new water..."

As you hurried into the kichen, you cursed to yourself.

'Great', you thought, 'Not only did I make a fool of myself, but I also ridiculed him in front of his colleagues. Just because of a stupid spider...'

Merlin came in, bringing the king's empty plate to the sink as he saw you standing there in distress, getting new water for the knights. "Hey (Y/N)!"

"Merlin, thank god you're here! Please, could you bring this to the knights? I can't ever look them in the eyes again." you hissed, holding the jug out to him.

"What happened?" he asked in confusion, coming a step closer.

After a short explanation, he started to giggle, slowly turning into laughter.

He simply shrugged as you asked him to stop. "You like Lancelot, don't you? You should be glad you got this close to him."

"But not like this!"

It took a few seconds until Merlin calmed down. "I'm sorry, I've got places to be. You'll manage."

As soon as he finished his sentence, he caressed your shoulder once and disappeared afterwards.

"Merlin, no, please- Ugh... wonderful..."

One more deep breath before you returned to the knights who fell silent at your entrance right away. Leon and Elyan simply looked disappointed and almost annoyed. Gwaine and Percival tried to suppress their laughter while Lancelot gave you a deeply pityful look.

He truly felt bad for you, he hadn't mind making you feel safe.

The look on his face didn't really make you feel any better so he just tried to smile like nothing happened.

This helped much more, but only until Gwaine came back with an unnecessary comment.

"So, who are you assaulting next? Percival maybe, with a fork?"

"Gwaine, come on."

Lancelot interfered, gesturing to stop with his hand.

You smiled at him and nodded ever so slightly as a 'thank you'.

In time, the knights finished and you started to clean up the table as they all left. All of them except Lancelot.

"I didn't know you're afraid of spiders like that." he gently said as he helped you stacking the dishes.

"Please, don't. This is my job. You're a knight." you started, trying to take the plates from him, but he refused and helped you nonetheless.

"I hate spiders... They're terrifying..." You sighed heavily, remembering your unplanned reaction from earlier.

"There are far more scary beings out there, don't you think?" He asked while collecting the silverware.

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "Well," a pink hint appeared on your face, "I know there are brave knights protecting me from them. The spiders though, they live in this castle rent free, in every corner."

Lancelot chuckled lightly, bringing himself a bit closer to you. "Yet, that was no reason to invade your private space like this. I don't know what came over me-"

"You were scared, you didn't initially jump onto me. I totally understand that. If it made you feel safe, I'm happy to be of help."

You stopped working for a moment. Your brain felt completely empty during that time, there was only Lancelot on your mind.

"If it eases your panic, I'll gladly have you in my arms." he added, only to see you completely speechless, looking like you had seen a ghost.

Lancelot used the opportunity to take your work literally out of your hands and take care of it himself.

"(Y/N)?" he carefully asked after a while that you just stared into the air.

"Uh- y-yes, Sir Lancelot?"

Only now you were able to move and speak again.

"Could you do me a favour?" he asked in a low volume, his brown eyes looking into yours as he carefully turned your head to him with one hand.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that." Immediately regretting the words that had just spilled from your mouth you pressed your lips together to prevent such words in the rest of the conversation.

"You always pick such pretty flowers for my chamber, would you bring me some new ones? Mine are already starting to dry."

You nodded with a happy smile, finding the courage to look into his eyes again, doing just as he told once you were done with the knights dining room.

An entire hour later you had exchanged the old flowers in his room with new ones. For him, you had chosen only the prettiest and most vibrant blossoms.

You walked through the castle, on your way to bring the knights more cool water so they had something to drink during their training. When you walked past your doom, you heard a noise from inside.

Nobody was supposed to be in there, so you slowly opened the door, sticking your head through the door, only to see Lancelot standing on your bed, a broom in his right hand, killing the spiders on your ceiling.

He didn't notice you watching him in awe as he stood there, perfectly aiming for these creatures that led you to panic.

"Sir Lancelot, shouldn't you be training?" you finally asked, so he turned around only to look at you with a bright smile.

"I found a better thing to do."

Seeing him taking care of your spider problem melted your heart.

"I hope you feel better in here now."

"Much better!" you huffed, still unable to believe your eyes.

"I've also killed the ones in the armory, the kitchen, our dining room and the other knights rooms."

He killed the last spider with the broom, brushed the webs off the wall and stepped down from your bed, then got back into his boots he previously had taken off.

"The rooms I work in most of the times..." you mumbled with a soft smile in his direction.

"Exactly."

You felt your heart beat up to your throat. Lancelot took it very seriously to take care of your phobia.

"But... You're supposed to be working out with the others?"

"This for me has a higher priority. I can still practice later."

The knight leaned the broom against the closest wall and dusted off his hands. He didn't make fun of you. He actually seemed to care.

"If you ever need someone to kill a spider for you, you know where to find me. Or..."

You froze as Lancelot gently pulled you into his arms, holding you for a moment while he nuzzled his face into your hair.

"If a hug is what makes you feel better, I am always there for you."

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Magic Divide - Arthur Pendragon (Part 2)

Arthur x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,554

Summary: Now in Y/n’s kingdom Arthur has some making up to do.

Authors Note: Maybe a part3 ? I’m thinking about it. Like Arthur see her do magic and getting to understand it.

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It didn’t take them more than a day and a night to reach Valmore. As soon as they reached the city Morgana quickly caught eyes on Y/n. She jumped off her horse and practically ran over to the y/h/c-ed girl, everyone else followed in Morgana’s direction.

“Y/n!” Morgana yelled out happily.

“Morgana?” Y/n questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned around to fcae where she heard her name called from. Upon seeing who she thought she heard calling her name. Y/n moved away from her knights, handing her horse's reins off to one of them, meeting Morgana halfway in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“You said to visit anytime.” Morgana smiled at the princess.

“I know I did. I just didn’t think you would so soon. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy you're here. All of you” Y/n smirked happily to have them in her home. Her gaze went across everyone but it lingered a little longer on Arthur before she cast her eyes down.

“What happened to your arm?” Merlin asked with a worried expression after everyone had greeted eachother with smiles.

With Merlin's question, all of them turned their eyes to Y/n’s arm. Noticed the not so pretty gash on her bicep. It was obviously healing and had been stitched up nicely.

“Oh, this?” Y/n pointed to her upper right arm. She shrugged, compared to other injuries she’s had this was a cakewalk. “Happened when I was training. Hadn’t done it in so long I botched a move and well this happened.”

Everyone felt shocked at how she addressed her wound as nothing. But then Arthur spoke up. “Are you ok?”

Y/n looked up at the blonde prince again and nodded before answering. “Yeah, I’ve had worse. Especially when it comes to training.”

Arthur nodded in understanding but it didn’t stop his concern.

“Was it a sword? Or-” Leon asked wondering what made the slightly jagged cut.

“No, no. Swordfighting I wasn’t rusty at.” Y/n shook her head at the young knight. “This came from hand to hand combat. Kind of- a few moves I was rusty at which made me mess up and fall. This cut I got from a very sharp nasty rock.”

Leon nodded in understanding. Gwen stepped forward with a worried look before she asked. “You’ve had worse? That bruise on your upper back looks horrid.”

The others had to agree the bruise looked worse than the healing cut.

“Oh, if only you’ve seen how into it we can all get when it comes to hand to hand.” Y/n smiled letting out an amused laugh. Things were different here than in Camelot. “We go full out. No holding back. Lots of dislocations, torn muscles, cuts, all of it.”

“Women fight?” Gwaine raised his brow in shock and it showed on his face.

Y/n smirked at their shocked faces, so she continued to explain. “In my kingdom, women are warriors, Knights, fighters. We don’t discourage women from wanting to join in on those kinds of things. We encourage them.”

“But the princess?” Lancelot raised one brow in a teasing manner, having seen her fight before unlike most of the others.

“Haha, Lancelot.” Y/n playfully glared at him. “Yes, even the princess. I should know how to defend myself and my kingdom, and my people.”

Y/n spared a glance to Arthur, trying to read his feelings on the words she had said.

“Well, we should probably go up to the Castle.” Morgana suggested with a proud smile on her face. She truly wished she could spend some time in Valmore, enough to learn skills in combat. Maybe even something more magical.

“Yes. I bet you're all tired from the journey. Follow me and my knights. We’ll escort you.” Y/n nodded in agreement to Morgana’s words.

Y/n headed over to her horse, as she went to get up Arthur noticed a slight grimace came across her face as she mounted her horse.

“Do you need some help?” Arthur asked stepping closer to just in case her arm gave out as she pulled herself up onto the saddle.

“No, I uh. I get it.” She answered flustered to having him so close after so long of being apart. Once she was up on the horse she looked down at Arthur with a small smile on her lip. “As I said, I’ve had worse injuries than this. They’ve never stopped me before.”

With that said Y/n escorted her friends from Camelot up to the castle. Once they got their Y/n and her knights took them into the throne room where her parents were currently. After getting them arrangements to stay for as long as they want. With that everyone was shown to their rooms.

It was the next day when everyone decided to do some training in the morning. Some from Camelot had come down to watch Y/n train.

And she wasn’t kidding when she said they trained hardcore.

“Should she be fighting with her arm?” Merlin asked out to anyone that would give him an answer. He winced as he watched his friend fight.

“No.” Arthur answered leaning against the waist high wall. He to was concerned about her but she could hold her own, he knew that. Arthur was more concerned about her fighting and breaking open the freshly healed wound. “No, she shouldn't be, Merlin.”

“Well, are you just going to stare and watch her or go over and talk to her?” Morgana spoke giving Arthur a knowing look.

Arthur glanced Morgana's way before turning his attention back to Y/n. “She’s in the middle of a fight. She needs to concentrate on that.”

“Y/n wasn’t kidding when she said they don’t hold back.” Leon commented as he to watched the training.

Gwen agreed. “Yeah. They really go hard at one another.”

“She’s fighting with men.” Lancelot stated impressed.

“And winning.” Morgana stated proudly.

“She can hold her own.” Merlin nodded in agreement before asking Arthur another question. “When are you going to talk and make up.”

“When I can get her alone.” Arthur told him refraining from rolling his eyes.

“Good luck with that. She’s always surrounded by her knights.” Merlin countered with a tilt of his head.

“They're her friends.” Gwen tried to defend but Morgana cut in wanting to join in on Merlin’s pestering of Arthur.

“Their also men.” Morgana smirked. There were a few girls as well but if she wanted to get at Arthur. Mention all the other men around the girl he loves.

Merlin sucked in a breath in a teasing manner. “She seems very close to knight Jon and Knight Wardlow.”

“I get it okay?” Arthur snapped at them. He didn’t need to be told what he was seeing with his own eyes. Not that he’d admit it but he did feel jealous.

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It was the next day that Arthur found a moment to get Y/n alone to talk.

“Y/n!” Arthur yelled after her down the hallway.

“Arthur.” Y/n said as she turned around to look at the prince as he came to a stop in front of her.

“Can we talk?” Arthur asked and he glanced nervously to the knights that were beside her.

Y/n stood still just watching him for a moment before giving him a ‘yes’ nod.

“You gonna be okay?” Knight Darby asked the princess with a look Arthur couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Y/n nodded sending Darby a grateful nod for checking first. She was indeed close with her knights and when she came back she had told them what had happened. So they were on edge about leaving her alone with the prince of Camelot.

“If not just yell out. I won’t be far.” Knight Jon stated with narrowed eyes pinned on the young prince. Which was very intimidating to Arthur. He’d seen the man fight, he was pure violence.

“Hmmm” Wardlow hummed and nodded in agreement with his fellow knight and friend. Y/n nodded as the 3 men walked to the end of the hallway not so subtly watching.

“What is on your mind Prince Arthur?” Y/n asked shifting on her feet.

“Can we talk in private?” he sighed not feeling comfortable being watched with what he wanted to talk about.

“Of course.” Y/n gulped nodding before turning and giving her knights a wave. Told them it was okay and to stay. So her and Arthur headed into the nearest room. “What is it you would like to talk about prince Arthur?”

He sighed leaning his head to the side. “Are we really going back to using ‘Prince before my name?”

“How else should I address you?” Y/n said looking down at her hands. She didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Not really.

“As just Arthur.” Arthur said loudly before taking a breath. He wasn’t mad at her he was pissed at himself. For putting them here. “Like before.”

It saddened him to realize he made her feel like they had to go back to the beginning. He hated himself for it.

“But things aren’t like before.” she told him with a sigh. God did she wish they were like before. She really missed him but how could they be together now?” We were together before. Now we’re not so I should address you with your title.”

“Are we really that far gone? Our relationship?” Arthur asked with slightly worried eyes. He couldn’t lose her.

“You tell me.” Y/n lifted her shoulders and then her eyes to look at him. The decision was in his court, he’s the one that ruined things, to begin with.

“y/n-” Arthur went to start but Y/n knew his tone of voice so she cut him off.

“No, Arthur. I can’t go through all that heartache again. I-I just can’t.” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke and that made Arthur's chest ache.

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know how else to start.

Y/n shook her head. “Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

Arthur squinted in confusion. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”

“Because you despise magic! An I have magic so therefore you despise me!” Y/n yelled out before taking a deep breath looking at Arthur with unshed tears in her eyes. The love of her life hated her because of something she frankly enjoyed about herself. “You hate me because of something that is a part of me.”

Arthur stepped forward shaking his head quickly at her words. “I don’t hate you.”

“If you hate a part of me then you hate me.” He couldn’t hate her magic and not hate her. And she couldn’t be with someone who hated her. “That’s how that works Arthur.”

Arthur raised his hands to cup her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears she didn’t notice were falling down her cheeks. “I could never hate or despise you Y/n.”

“The things you said to me when you found out and the way you looked at me and acted towards me all say otherwise, Arthur.” Y/n looked into his eyes, she could see the regret in his eyes.

“I felt betrayed and I was angry.I said things that weren’t true and that I didn’t mean.” Arthur explained but it didn’t make him feel any better and he didn’t expect to fix things. But she deserved to know. “It's no excuse for what I did. There’s nothing that could excuse my behavior from before. But I want to repair what we had. I want to make it up to you. If that's even a possibility.”

Y/n shook her head, it was a hard decision to make. And she didn’t know if she could, no matter how bad she wanted Arthur back. “I don’t know Arthur.”

Arthur sighed dreading asking this next question. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock.

“Are you afraid of me? Were you afraid to tell me because you thought I would have had you killed?” He asked with a gulp afraid himself of the answer she’d give. He wouldn’t blame her though. With how Uther felt about magic and him raising Arthur to be the same. . .

“As much as I wish I could say I wasn’t. . . Besides hiding my magic I have never lied to you. I don’t plan on doing it now.” She told him before letting out a deep breath. “Yes, I was afraid that you might tell your father and we both know how I would have been ‘taken care of’.”

“y/n” Arthur's gaze dropped feeling even more disappointed in himself.

“It's not that I didn’t want to tell you, Arthur. It’s just-” Y/n hated that she felt this was but it was true. “I saw how your father flt about sorcery, and then how you felt about it. . . I was scared.”

Arthur nodded solemnly. “You had every right to be.”

“I’m sorry.” she said looking away from him. She felt guilty, even though she had no reason to be.

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He shook his head, dismissing her apology she had nothing to apologize for it was all him. “I’m sorry. For how I reacted and treated you. It was wrong of me.”

“Its ok-”

Arthur immediately stopped her. He didn’t want her to forgive him that easily or pretend it was nothing. He treated her horribly, that wasn’t okay. “No, its not. An I know I hurt you.”

Y/n but her lip as they starred at eachother for a moment. “You could’ve just given me a chance. Magic a chance.”

“I hate myself for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself for all that I put you through.” Arthur agreed with her, he could’ve given her a chance. Prove and show him she didn’t use magic for evil. “But I do want to make it up to you.”

“How?” She asked with a tilted head. If his views didn’t change how could he make it up to her?

“Well, against my views I was taught growing up. I want you to show me your magic.” Arthur gave her a small smile. It didn’t excuse what he did and said but maybe if he could understand her magic and that part of her then they could get back together.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, she knew how he felt if this was uncomfortable for him then maybe things should just be done. She didn’t want to force him to like all of her. If they didn’t work then they would have to accept it.

“More sure than I am about a lot of things.” Arthur said shifting closer to his princess. “But I’m even more sure that I want us to get back together.”

Y/n took a deep breath. “Arthur- we can’t just go back to what and how we were.”

“I know that. It’s going to take time for me to gain your trust back. I’m determined to do so.” Arthur looked into her eyes with determination and passion. He was going to gain his princess's trust back. No matter what.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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

a/n: How are we feeling about this moodboard? Merlin BBC doesn’t have a lot of edits/icons/gifs so I’m trying to be creative ... please give your honest thought✌🏼

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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓

⭑ Gifts, gifts, and more gifts.

⭑ He loves giving you jewelry; and he doesn’t need a reason. He is the King, so he can do whatever he pleases. So, you have jewelry boxes full of jewels, silver, gold, etc.

⭑ He wants to impress you; for you to think that he’s an important man who has no limits.

⭑ He gets Merlin to do the heavy work though

“Merlin! Merlin where are you? I need you to shine this-”

“I’ve spent hours shining that damn necklace!”

“It’s not glittering right. Why isn’t it glittering right?!”

⭑ He loves horseback riding. Arthur LOVES showing off, and looking like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

⭑ All his efforts of looking suave fail. So much so that you can’t stop laughing. So, laughter is a big part of your courtship. Arthur loves your laugh, your smile. The way your eyes light up.

𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏

⭑ He’s very thoughtful and likes to woo you with things that are meaningful.

⭑ Merlin will find out your favourite things and surprise you with them.

⭑ He asked you on a date one afternoon after he had been pumped up by Gwaine.

“You can do this Merlin,” Gwaine said while grabbing the sorcerer’s shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah of course I can ... I can do this! No, wait, Gwaine. I can’t-”

⭑ He did though, only because you had overheard the conversation and couldn’t wait for him. So, you walked up behind him, tapped his shoulder, and said ‘‘yes, where are going to go?”

⭑ Merlin will use magic, he definitely will. Making the fireflies glow brighter, the fire burn warmer.

⭑ He loves resting his forehead against yours. Being still with one another, noses touching, hands holding the others’.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑮𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆

⭑ He would flirt with you without shame. Trying to charm you with his best efforts. You would flirt back, not taking anything from it - it was harmless. It didn’t mean anything.

⭑ Until Gwaine couldn’t get you out of his head. And you lived there absolutely rent-free.

⭑ He yearns to be around you. The way your mind works ... he doesn’t know many people like that.

⭑ Gwaine would spend a lot of time with you. Wanting to get to know everything about you. He’d ask questions, probe, poke, wanting to see every side of you.

⭑ He’s very excitable and likes to thrill seek with you.

⭑ Gwaine loves to play fight with you, but also train you to be able to defend yourself. He’s fun-loving and always makes sure you’re having a good time.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒕

⭑ He courts you with grace and the utmost respect. He always makes sure you’re comfortable and well.

⭑ Very protective but in a subtle way - he doesn’t arc up when another guy is looking at you, but is able to diffuse any situation.

⭑ Lots and lots and lots of flowers. New ones everyday. And they aren’t even bouquets; they could be from a garden or in the forest. At one point you felt bad that he was picking them from nature, so he bought seeds and asked for a place to plant them. He then tended to the seeds for weeks, and eventually they started to grow.

⭑ He said “now you can have flowers everyday, for as long as they grow, I will be here.”

⭑ Light touches; moving the hair from your face and gently removing an eyelash from your face.

⭑ He often leaves you needy and wanting more; but he isn’t meaning to tease you. He’s just that soft.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏

⭑ He courts you through food and good conversation. Either making the food himself, taking you to the markets, or asking the royal cooks to make something special for you.

⭑ Leon loves making you feel content -

“Are you warm enough, my love?”

“Do you want another slice?”

“How are you feeling?”

⭑ He may not seek out exciting adventures, but that’s what you like about Leon. He’s grounding and that’s how he caught your heart. You need someone secure, someone safe.

⭑ The first few months into your courtship, he never let the two of you be alone together. He wanted to be traditional. But that didn’t really work because he was so in love with you. Therefore, he would take the food to your door so he could focus on eating, rather than ... you

⭑ He loves being in your company - and courts you by spending quality time with you. Where Gwaine asks questions and listens with focus, your time with Leon would be just ... existing in each other’s presence. Not pushing anything; just letting whatever comes up - comes up.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍

⭑ His intent in courting you is to make you feel wanted. He knows what it’s like to be left out, so Percival makes sure you’re included and desired.

⭑ When he first saw you in the tavern, he didn’t think much of you - it wasn’t until you cut a man off and had to practically throw him out that he was enamored with you.

⭑ Percival loves PDA, he doesn’t have a problem with it at all. He wants to hold your hand, kiss your neck, and have you in his lap.

⭑ He’s actually a good singer and will hum things when you’re together without knowing it.

⭑ Likes to dance with you - whether that’s inside, around people, or outside, underneath the moon

⭑ He isn’t overly romantic, because he’s somewhat clueless in these matters. But he does his best to show his feelings through action.

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒏

⭑ He likes making you feel safe. Throughout your courtship, he always went the extra mile. Walking you to your front door (literally, he’ll wait until you’ve gone in. But he never goes inside until you invite him.)

⭑ Elyan wants to show you new things; share new experiences with you. Going on adventures and creating memories.

⭑ He’ll call in after his watch and make sure you’re okay.

⭑ If you need any errands done but don’t want to do them - he’s your man

⭑ Wants you to know that if you have any problems, he’ll fix them. No matter what they are. There’s a leak? He’ll patch it up, you’re fighting with your sister? He’ll sit and let you vent.

⭑ Elyan would make you feel less alone in this huge world. He knows how it feel to be alone, and never wants that for you.

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mekazashitpost · 9 months

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He's literally the hottest person to exist like how do people not find him attractive?!

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #sir leon #arthur pendragon #sir elyan #sir gwaine #sir lancelot #sir percival #sir leon x reader

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mycheese-tasted-like-applepie · 2 years

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#99 - GIMME THE ANGST. With Gwaine and Lancelot (who the reader ends up with is your call !!) She is v close with both of them but only one relationship is..intimate. and the other is brotherly. But Gwaine/Lancelot doesn’t realize that 😅 PLUS #8, #31 (obviously), andddd #72??

I can try my best💖 We all know my feelings on Gwaine, so we can guess where this is going😂

*Maybe a bit of angst*

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Only One

You wonder why your heart did it; made a love that can’t be shared between two men you cared for deeply.

#8 “Why are you crying?”

#31 “I’m not jealous.”

#72 “Did you just… wait, you love me?”

#99 “It kills me to think about you having a life with someone else.”

You never thought that two men could possibly pine over you so much. I mean, Gwaine was an obvious flirt, but Lancelot was also rather charming. These men have managed to worm their way into your heart, but you knew that you couldn’t have both.

There was only room for one.

However, you cared for both Gwaine and Lancelot deeply. How could you possibly just pick one? In the end, you decided to just do nothing. You would let this play out until your emotions made the choice for you.

It was not easy.

Things started with a banquet in honor of a tournament that was going to be held. There was dancing, food, wine, you name it. Several of the guests were out dancing, and you were one of them.

You were in the arms of Sir Gwaine, with a very peeved Lancelot watching from the sidelines.

“Wish that was you?” Merlin asked in a teasing manner when he noticed Lancelot watching the two of you with his arms crossed.

“Why would I want to dance with Gwaine?” The knight asked back in an irritated manner, causing the sorcerer to smile.

“So, you are jealous?” Merlin pushed again.

“I’m not jealous.” Lancelot answered rather quickly, giving Merlin the answer. He was all too aware of the rivalry going on between Gwaine and Lancelot.

“Right.” The servant said with raised brows before deciding to leave Lancelot in peace. After a quick glare, the ever-loyal knight continued to watch you dance in the arms of someone else.

Meanwhile, you were conversing with Gwaine while he danced with you.

“I didn’t think you could dance, Gwaine.” You pointed out, and he faked an offended look.

“Well now, is that how you speak to such a good friend?” Gwaine emphasized that word in order to prove his point. He’s been by your side for as long as Lancelot has, but of course he thinks he’s he better man.

“I guess not.” You said with a slight laugh, changing the mood and causing Gwaine to frown.

“You know Y/N...you are quite a lovely woman.” He said to you in a serious manner. That charming grin didn’t adorn his face like usual, making you blush a bit.

“Thank you...” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. The two of you continued to dance for a while before he sighed, bringing up something that actually got him flustered.

“It kills me to think about you having a life with someone else.” He admitted, causing you to feel both a bit guilty and flustered. Gwaine must know that Lancelot wants you as well. However, this right now was a confession from Gwaine.

“I’m sorry Gwaine...I need time to think...” You said with a couple of tears brimming your eyes. He nodded in understanding, but you could tell that he felt a bit saddened. You were as well though.

Because, well, you did love him dearly.

But you didn’t want to hurt Lancelot.

The very thought of it left you torn one night. You were sitting in one of the corridors, staring out at the night sky. The moon was full\ and making things all bright. However, that was the opposite of how you were feeling. There were tears streaming down your face, but you were hiding your sobs rather well.

All of this was too much for you. Lancelot and Gwaine. Holding love for both, but only being able to be with one. The worst part being that you loved Gwaine more, in an intimate way. Lancelot was still close to you, but in a brotherly type of way. You just couldn’t picture anything else.

But he didn’t know that.

“Why are you crying?” A certain familiar voice, but one you weren’t ready to hear, came from behind you. You slowly turned around to see Lancelot giving you a concerned look.

“I...I’m just going through some stuff...” Was all you could confess to him as you wiped at your eyes. The knight slowly walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. It was meant to be a loving gesture, but you could only get an older brother vibe from it.

“Anything I can help with?” He asked in a polite manner, smiling to try and make you feel better. However, it only made you feel worse.

“I...I don’t think so...” You mumbled while wiping at your eyes again. Seeing as words weren’t working for you right now, Lancelot furthered his arm around your shoulders. The touch was becoming too much for you, and against what your heart was telling you, you pulled away.

“I-I’m sorry...so sorry...” You cried while giving him a pitiful look before fleeing the scene. Lancelot just stood there, confused by what he did to make you more upset.

What were you sorry for?

You were now back in your room, still crying from the episode that just occurred. Your bed was comfortable, but it held no warmth when it came to how you were feeling.

A sudden knock on your door made you freeze.

“Y/N...are you alright?” Who you thought was Lancelot turned out to be Gwaine. After a couple seconds, you heard him announce that he was coming in. When you looked up, you saw that the knight was out of his uniform.

He looked so normal and approachable.

“What’s wrong?” Gwaine asked in a gentle tone, hesitantly sitting beside you. Your lip quivered a bit at that because Lancelot had asked you the same thing. That, and the problem was still the same. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him.

“It’s just so hard...I love you, but...” You couldn’t believe what you just said because you thought you said it in your head. However, the look on his face told you that you voiced your thoughts.

“Did you just… wait, you love me?” Gwaine’s voice was soft, shocked, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed to him. I mean, you couldn’t believe it either, but you cried when you heard him ask the question.

“Y-Yes...but Lancelot...” That’s all you needed to say before he put his arms around you.

While Gwaine was glad he was the one to win your heart, he felt for sympathy for his brother in arms. The knight couldn’t imagine you with someone who wasn’t him, so he imagined Lancelot felt the same.

“He’ll understand. I’m sure of it.” Gwaine tried to reassure you, but you still seemed a bit upset about this.

“I see him like...like a brother...I don’t want to hurt him.” You confessed to Gwaine, who merely rubbed your shoulder before gently resting his forehead against yours in a comforting manner.

You knew it was the right thing to do instead of leading Lancelot on. A little pain now is better than a lot of pain later. Plus, he was right. Lancelot is an understanding and caring man, so you hoped he wouldn’t let this get to him. He could have any woman he wanted.

“I guess...I’ll have to tell him...just not now.” You sniffled before hugging Gwaine more, finding comfort in his embrace. However, little did you know that you wouldn’t have to worry about telling Lancelot anything.

He was eavesdropping on the whole thing.

#bbc merlin #gwaine #sir gwaine #merlin gwaine #gwaine imagine #gwaine x reader #lancelot #merlin lancelot #lancelot x reader #lancelot imagine

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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Merlin Masterlist

- Hurt/Comfort-

Sir Lancelot

True Love’s Kiss

Fanfic Masterlist

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin x arthur #arthur #gwen #sir lancelot #lancelot x reader #merlin series

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themuselesswriter · 9 months

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The Monk’s Wife - Chapter 7: An Amused Queen

Characters: Lancelot Du Lac, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Squirrel

Summary: Tarja takes a day off to spoil her husband but Squirrel doesn't really allow them any peace, especially after he notices the bruises on Lancelot.

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: implied abuse

A/N: This fanfic has been becoming more of a night-time imagination than a well constructed work that makes sense, it will only get weirder from here so enjoy!

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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The next morning Tarja woke up with a headache, she looked around at the state of the house, it was a mess, broken furniture everywhere, a few drops of blood, she recalls nothing “Lancelot” she called, but he did not answer, her heart raced, someone broke in and hurt him! Who would dare! She rushed to search for him, he wasn’t in the kitchen preparing a meal, nor in the bedroom, at last, she decided to search for him in the second room and that’s when she saw him, sitting in a corner, hugging himself, he was barely visible “Lancelot?” she asked worried.

He lifted his head up and looked at her, she rushed to him and knelt next to him “Lancelot, are you alright? Who did this?” She asked once she noticed the dried blood on his face, he flenched as she reached out to examin it “I’m sorry, alright? I wish if I had the courage and the understanding to end my life, I sadly didn’t and I couldn’t! I will leave just like you requested” he wept, the woman looked confused “I don’t understand, why would you want to leave?” She frowned.

The weeping one looked at her confused for a moment “because you don’t want me here” he replied, she looked even more puzzled “what makes you say that? I just pardoned you, I want you here, of course i do! You are my husband!” The man opened his mouth to speak but he was uncertain of what to say, this was beyond odd “do you not recall yesterday?” She shrugged “I got drunk and I assume fell on the ground asleep” She truly remembers nothing, none of the hatred nor the beating “what happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Who did it?” She asked “y-you” She blinked a few times, she recalls nothing of last night.

That’s when it hit her, Tate, he intoxicated her, she groaned “I’m sorry about whatever happened yesterday but it wasn’t me, I swear it” she assured him, he looked confused “my people… we manipulate fire and intoxicate thoughts, if the brain loses control which I assume happened by the hands of ale! I apologize, I never meant to hurt you” She said softly “this makes no sense” She nodded “I know but my brother… Tate, I suppose he used his powers on me yesterday and made this happen, it is a rare gift that he alone holds” she huffed.

#original character #fanfics #netflix cursed #cursed lancelot #lancelot du lac #the weeping monk x reader #the weeping monk #original fiction #museless fanfic #sir percival #squirrel #cursed squirrel #gawain #the green knight #ao3fic #ao3 writer

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mooneeswrld · 2 months

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WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, mention of blood, violence, overprotecting, a bit of yandere, chaos power, slight dirty talks.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

“i cannot…ah…just stay there…ah…while doing nothing…!” I said to myself while I was running without turning back as my drunk father yelled to me to come home and stop my “bullshits”.

I was still in my street, not running fast because of my heavy armor and sword. but the good side is that I wasn’t being chased by an alcoholic person that I call “father”.

so I stopped running for a while, my face all red because of the effort. I started walking out of Liones till I bump in someone with long white hair.

“ow…watch where you’re goin-“ I exclaimed till I face the person that turned back.

wait…

“sorry miss !!” said the freaking prince Tristan surrounded by his…friends ?

“o-oh ! do not apologise your majesty it’s for me I-“ I’ve been cut by him chuckling curiously. we know each other slightly, my dad know his dad a bit so we saw each other often.

“oh come on, (y/n), not those manners between us !!” he smiled at me after saying that. I smiled back but nervously, I was kinda hurry.

“oh okay, if you say so, Tristan” I chuckled softly between my words. I looked at the people behind him and looked at a girl that was clearly scaring me. she looked at me with furious eyes, that’s a girl I often saw around Tristan and two other guys.

“anyway, what were you doing in such a hurry ?” those words were from a guy I recognised between all : Lancelot. I frowned, knowing he knew about my abusive father. I then thought again about the fact that I needed to leave right the way.

“u-uh…doing exercises !!” I said seriously but nervous too because I was lying.

“LIAR !” screamed a blue haired girl from behind a lil man with a purple helmet. I jumped as she screamed and looked at her with wide eyes. how could she know anything about me and my reason to leave ??

“I-uh…excuse me…what ?” I said kinda nervous because of the feeling of all the gaze on me.

“I said : you’re lying” she said sure of herself.

“how can you be sure of that ?” I asked without any bad talking, I was just so confused. as she was going to talk about her “thing”, Lancelot explained.

“she can see when people are lying, blah blah blah… anyway, what. were. you. running. off. from ??” he frowned as Tristan did too. I started feeling stress in my tummy.

“I-uhh…I was-“ I’ve been cut again by Tristan touching my shoulder while saying with worried eyes.

“do you want me to call my father for any help ?? he could talk to your paren-“ he had been cut too by me saying clearly and loudly “nope !”

“DON’T CUT WHEN SIR PRINCE TRISTAN LIONES IS TALKING !” yelled the freaking scary girl that was staring at me badly since I got here.

the little kid with a purple helmet said with all his innocence which was so cute “hello ! I’m Percival ! who are you ?”

I jumped again “what are their problems ?? they are all talking at the same time : there’s a girl screaming at me “liar” another tell me life lessons, a boy is presenting himself and Tristan is saying if I need help of his father !!”

calm down (y/n).

before I could say it, Lancelot did it : “wow, guys, you’re all talking at the same time ! calm down !!”

I felt my tension decrease slowly as I looked at the little boy and said with a nice smile “hey ! I’m (y/n) nice to meet you Percival !”

he smiled and chuckled before saying “nice to meet you too !”

“anyways guys i really need to go now…for my reasons.” I started walking forward again before a hand placed on my shoulder.

“will we met again, (y/n) ?” said Tristan with a worried look before I saw Lancelot having the same look. I chuckled before turing to them.

“of course we will, I promise”

he smiled as a relief before I waved to them and ran back out of Liones.

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as I ran out of Liones, a bag of clothes in my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘what if Tristan tell his dad ??’

but I trust Tristan, he know that I wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it…right ?

I stopped running when I bumped into someone in the stable at the exit of Liones. the shock ad a sound of two metals hitting each other. am I bumping into everyone now or what ?

“excuse me” I said not bothering looking at the man, a knight to be more precise.

the man said nothing, just looking at me weirdly. he was looking at me like some model that needed to be perfect. suddenly he touched my hair, I then gasped, reminding of an old memory. I then slapped his hand out of my hairs and looked furiously at him.

“what do you think you’re doing ?!” I exclaimed calmly but with a furious tone.

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

my eyes widen, what was he on about ?? I felt the aura of others knights hiding somewhere. I felt my breath heavier. and looked at him to respond.

“what are you talking about, you fool ? I won’t marry Tristan !!” I exclaimed slightly confused. I started walking to my horse, trying to get out of this…trap I think ?

“I’m not talking of Liones here” he said with a more serious tone. his eyes locked on me, trying to look at my body trough my armor.

I gasped as I prepared my horse, nearly finished so I can ran out.

“w-well…no, I know it’s some random jokes. now if you’ll excuse me” I said as he chuckled after it. I jumped on my horse looking at him from the top of my horse.

he smiled and said “we’ll see about that then. we will met again, and this time we will take you and bring you to our king”.

I gasped and turn my horse around and started going away from the stable and them. why is this day so awful ??

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as hours passed fast, my horse felt more and more tired and the was going to let his place to the moon. I then thought that I needed to stop at an hostel. I then went to closer village from where I was.

when I finally saw a village where people lived peacefully. I put my horse in the stable of the village. and then rushed in the hostel, it was already the night.

the hostel was a small one. after I prayed, wishing there was still free rooms, I entered in.

“hello ma’am ! how can I help you ?” said the person directly when I entered : which makes me jump.

“hello, can I get a room for tonight. I’m alone” I smiled slightly at the old man.

“uuh…let me check…yeah…we have still two rooms free so you can get a room” said the old man as he took a key behind him. “It’ll be the room 5”

I took the keys and said thanks and good night as I started walking to my room. when I entered, I heard loud man laugh on the room beside mine, great. I entered my room and started taking my shower.

as I stopped the water and was ready to dry myself, I stopped. I was frozen in place as I heard the conversation of my neighbours.

“yeah…ahah ! King Arthur is searching for a wife…I think our mission is over since we found this girl thus morning in the stable…ahahah, it was quick !”

wait…

what did he said ??!

I started panicking, my first move is to grab my towel and dry myself with a fast and nervous way. ‘(y/n), you’re completely alone right now, if they happen to see you…as the knights of King Arthur…you’re dead’

this night, I didn’t slept well : you know why.

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the next morning got really fast. you woke up, got ready and got out of your room to checkout the night as the freaking knights were in the bar of the hostel. you gasped, panicking again when the old man called you loudly.

“good morning ma’am ! was everything okay ?”

you wanted to crush his face against his fucking desk. you took a big inspiration and walked in. feeling the gaze of the knights.

“I’d like to checkout” you said as you glared at the poor old man. you then payed and walked fast out of the hostel but…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“we met again…ma’am” said the knight of the other day. I decided to act dumb :

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the said of my head that knocked me down…

shit…

*to be continued*

#fanfiction #arthur pendragon #four knights of the apocalypse #4kota #arthur nnt #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins x reader #sevendeadlysins #sds arthur #nnt arthur x reader #arthur nnt x reader #°̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·✧—moonee delivers

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yule shoot your eye out // lance stroll

summary: it was supposed to be a relaxing getaway. instead, a snowstorm traps y/n ocon and lance stroll inside the mount tremblant cabin they had rented, and strands esteban and his girlfriend at the airport. so until the snow melts, she's trapped with her brother's best friend, and forced to reckon with her feelings.

pairing: lance stroll x female ocon! reader ( forced proximity, brother's best friend )

warnings: sexual tension, smut scene that really does nothing for the plot but i wanted to put it in there anyways, super brief mention of masturbation (one sentence), drinking, discussion of kinks (or lack thereof because y/n is like me and needs to constantly know she's loved and desires closeness and intimacy-), mentions of poor mental health, half-assed love confessions where they somehow both know exactly what the other was going to say, esteban walks in on lance and y/n making out on the couch. i use too many romance tropes.

mount tremblant, quebec.

y/n ocon had never seen snow this bad. and she considered herself a country girl through and through. or at least, as close to the countryside as one could get in normandy. she drove at a cautious pace, a sharp detour from the way that she normally drove, in an attempt to keep control over the rented toyota.

"lance, i can't even see three feet ahead of me." she huffed, phone resting in the cupholder at the highest volume. lance stroll, her brother's best friend of over a decade was on the other end of the line, chuckling to himself as he tried to calm the girl down.

"calm down, y/n. you should be almost there, if the find my friends app is working the way that it should."

"that doesn't instill me with a lot of confidence, sir lancelot." she rolled her eyes, taking a turn far too cautiously for it to have been safe if there were any other cars on the road.

it's not her fault she's never experienced a proper canadian winter.

"just take one more right turn, you're almost there. do you not see the road signs?"

"i can't see through the fucking snow! i don't understand why we decided to come up here instead of going down to dallas with mick."

"you're the one who wanted a proper winter getaway."

"i meant the swiss alps!"

lance laughed down the phone before redirecting the conversation. "okay, i can see your headlights, you're at the bottom of the driveway. give me like, ten minutes and i'll meet you in front of the cabin. why are you using your windshield wipers to fend off the snowflakes?"

the aston martin driver did nothing to hide the laughter in his voice.

"fuck off, stroll."

lance tried to stop laughing, but y/n could still hear the joking tone in his voice. "just park near the top of the driveway, i'll come out and help you with your stuff."

"you're an angel, lance. and when i say 'angel' i mean the fucker from buffy the vampire slayer."

"duly noted." the canadian laughs, tugging on his parka before stepping out of the cabin and making his way down the steps. "where's your brother?"

"we weren't on the same flight. no, dear old estie decided not to come and visit if we were all going up to the cabin together." she rolled her eyes as she hung up the phone, watching as lance braved the snow, stumbling towards the rental car.

y/n had been studying at the university of manchester for the last two years and was almost done her program. staying in continental europe had allowed her to stay close to her family, and kept her close to racing, which had always been her passion. she was studying mechanical engineering, with a student placement at carlin. of course, her ultimate goal was to be the first female race engineer in formula one, and being able to get in at alpine wouldn't hurt.

esteban and elena would be flying out of paris, but their flight was supposed to leave an hour ago and she hadn't heard anything. no confirmation that esteban had boarded the plane, no word on any delays.

she tried not to think about it as she stepped out of the car, the hood on her puffy white jacket pulled up against the harsh wind. "let me give you a hand."

lance shook his head. "you've been driving for hours, and your flight was what, six hours long? no, i am carrying your bags."

"at least let me take the suitcase, it's heavy." she insisted, although there was a fuzzy feeling in her stomach at the stroll boy's enthusiasm to help her out.

lance had always been a sweetheart, and she'd be lying if she said that in the last three years, she hadn't felt warm and fuzzy around the aston martin driver. he always went out of his way to make her feel comfortable and included, make her laugh when she felt down. when she had been having a hard time at university, lance had come up to visit her when esteban couldn't, or when she didn't want to worry her parents.

she'd be lying if she said that picturing lance stroll in her bed was the only thing that got her off when her hand was between her thighs. that the reason she was probably still single was because she never made it past a second or third date because she kept comparing every single suitor to her brother's best friend.

"absolutely not." lance insisted. "but you can take the backpack."

"all the backpack has in it is books, a travel pillow and a fucking water bottle. come on, i feel bad." y/n insisted, making grabby hands towards her hard-scheel suitcase, backpack slung over one shoulder. "lance."

"y/n. stop arguing with me, it's cold out here. let me help you."

"fine." the ocon girl caved, locking the car and trudging her way up to the front steps of the rented vrbo cabin.

the two stumbled inside, dropping bags in the foyer and stripping out of snow-covered winter coats.

lance would be lying if he said that his line of sight wasn't immediately drawn to the tight holly-green sweater that y/n was wearing, and the way it made her curves look perfect in the warm led lights.

"i haven't heard anything from esteban since i left manchester. has he called you at all?"

"i'm sure you're overthinking, y/n." lance tried to placate the girl in front of him. "he'd call if anything was wrong. i haven't heard from chloe and scotty either."

y/n laughed, slumping down on the faux leather couch. the cabin was cozy: all cedar wood and plaid accents, shockingly Canadian in the sense of décor. fairy lights hung from exposed timbers and she tried to allow herself to relax, tucking her feet underneath a thick plaid blanket.

"i guess that's typical younger sibling bullshit, isn't it?"

lance laughed, taking a seat on the couch next to the young woman. it was all he could do to keep a respectful distance, knowing that if he was any closer, he'd probably do something stupid.

like kiss her.

"i'm sure our siblings are fine." lance reassured, thinking about his own sister and her fiancée.

"hold that thought." y/n said, sitting up straighter as her phone began to ring, esteban's name flashing across the screen. "estie? where are you?"

"we're still in paris. our flight just got cancelled because of the storm. the airline moved us to a flight two days from now, so we're going to stay down the road from the airport." esteban sounded exhausted, his voice far off as it flooded through the small speakers at the base of her iphone. "they said they'd call if anything changed. did you land okay?"

"the flight was rocky, but i made it in one piece. lance and i are at the cabin now. there's still nothing from chloe and scotty."

"putain. listen, as long as you're with lance, you're safe from the storm. just hang tight and i'll call when i have more news."

"okay. estie? stay safe. i love you."

"love you too." the phone began to crackle, her brother's next words getting lost somewhere between phone lines.

"esteban? esteban?" the three beeps from her phone indicated that the lines had gone down, the simple 'no service' icon appearing in the top right hand corner.

y/n groaned, leaning further back against the couch, knees drawn into her chest as she dropped her phone on the cushions. "the lines are down."

she knew what this all meant. she was stuck in a log cabin with lance stroll and every fond feeling that she had ever harboured for the aston martin driver. she'd either lose her mind or do something freakishly stupid.

"is esteban all right?" lance asked quietly, gingerly moving closer on the couch. y/n took that as a cue, falling straight into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. breathing in his cologne.

she'd always loved that fucking cologne.

she sighed, closing her eyes. "his flight got cancelled. they're trying to get him on a flight in a few days, but he's not exactly hopeful. it's a miracle that i got here alive, if i'm being frank."

"it's not all bad. we may not have cell signal, but we do have heating, and there's a fridge full of food and wine. a dvd player and a stack of christmas movies."

"alcohol sounds great right about now." y/n agreed, pulling the blanket further over her body.

"red wine or white?" lance asked, getting to his feet and crossing over to the kitchen. "i've also got my mom's sugar cookies."

"red, please. and bring the cookies. tell claire-anne i think she's a bloody legend."

the canadian laughed, popping the cork as he switched on the small radio on the counter, oldies christmas music flooding the open concept main floor, elvis crooning about how he'd have a blue christmas without the one he loved.

me fucking too, mr. presley.

"don't worry, she already knows." lance beamed, coming back to the living room with two wine glasses and a tin of cookies shaped like christmas trees. "have you been doing all right lately? i never felt right about heading back home after that one weekend."

the french girl knew what weekend lance was talking about. she had been in a bad place that entire week, and esteban was worried about her. he was too busy with sponsorship events and couldn't catch a flight out of france soon enough, so he had called lance. the strolls had been at silverstone that week running simulator time at the aston martin factory. lance had driven the four hours from towcester to manchester, and had stayed with her all weekend. as soon as lance came inside the apartment, she had broken down crying in lance's arms. all she had been able to say at the time had been 'i want my mom', repeating it in both english and french while lance held her, whispering that everything would be okay.

"they've been getting better. the semester ended and think the break has done wonders for me. winter semester starts up in january, and my schedule is a little lighter. i'll be working with carlin again, so once the season starts, hopefully i'll be able to get out a little bit more. i'm supposed to be back at the factory three times a week after christmas." y/n started, taking a sip of her wine, still curled up in a blanket. "i'm thinking about getting a rabbit or something. just so i'm not alone in the apartment all the time."

lance nodded along. "that might be nice. how many years do you have left?"

"two years. stephanie carlin is actually really excited about signing me on full time. just as a junior engineer, not a race engineer, but one day i'll get there."

"i have full faith. you'll be coming for brad's job in no time."

y/n laughed, the sound bordering on a snort. "what, so you can tell me that you know the car is already on fire, or that i don't know that the 'pit confirm' and 'ok' buttons are the same thing?"

"you love listening to me and brad and you know it. you think it's charming."

she raised her eyebrows, taking another sip of her wine. "charming isn't exactly the word that i would use."

the duo didn't realize how fast time would fly. conversation flowed comfortably, the wine bottle already halfway empty, the tin of cookies now reduced to a few small crumbs at the bottom of the metal container. they were now sharing a blanket, their legs resting on top of each other.

"this is going to sound completely absurd, but i need to know." lance laughed.

"it's twenty questions. nothing is too absurd." y/n laughed back. "hit me with your best shot, pat benatar."

lance cocked an eyebrow "are you wine drunk?"

"maybe." she giggled, taking another sip. "was that your absurd question?"

"no, not at all. this is: what are you into? like, in bed? because i walked in on your brother and elena once right before a press conference, and i cannot unsee that shit.”

“try hearing him through the walls. our house was small as hell, lance. imagine hearing your older brother have an orgasm. it’s traumatizing.”

“come on, you have to be into something. stop avoiding the question.”

“lance stroll, you don’t ask a woman about her kinks before a first date!”

“what are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything!” she managed to say through laughter. “really, I’m not. I don’t have any kinks.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “everybody has at least one, come on now.”

“really, I don’t. my roommate in freshman year made me take an online bdsm test, and it came back a hundred percent vanilla.”

“a kink is anything that turns you on during sex, y/n. there has to be something.”

y/n rolled her eyes, staring at her almost empty wineglass. “there is not enough red wine in the world for this conversation.” she reached towards the coffee table, pouring the last dregs of the deep red liquid into her glass.

lance looked at her intently. “now I’m curious. what secrets is little miss perfect hiding?”

“I suppose if I had to pick something, because you seem so desperate to embarrass me today,” she rolled her eyes dramatically. “I would say that my kink is romance. some girls want to give up control and have someone tell them what to do during sex, or be tied up and shit, and that's perfectly fine, for them, but I just want to be loved and cared for. I want grand gestures and rose petals and hand holding. I want to be called sweetheart, and darling, and pretty girl.”

lance raised his eyebrow again. god, he shouldn’t look that good when he looks at me like that, she thinks to herself. “that’s it? that’s what you’re so ashamed of?”

“grand romantic notions get you nowhere in the real world. I know that men are going to get bored with me real quick that way.”

“I wouldn’t.”

her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second, her breath caught in her throat. it’s the alcohol talking, she tried to tell herself. there’s no way he just said what he said.

“I’d call you ‘pretty girl’ all night long, fuck you as tenderly and lovingly as you wanted, and I’d hold your hand the entire time, as long as you wanted me to.”

she couldn’t form a proper response. her mouth had gone dry. she stared at the beautiful man across from her, blinking rapidly as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

“uhm, y/n? hello…earth to y/n?” lance said, confusion in his voice as he looked at her. “are you okay? I think your brain kind short circuited there-“

she cut him off by planting her lips on his, practically jumping into his lap. the driver gasped in surprise before gripping her hips and holding her close. her hands flew up to cradle lances face, moaning into his mouth at the rush of sensations, the buzz that she felt throughout every nerve ending in her body.

she was kissing lance stroll.

“that’s my pretty girl.” he mumbled between kisses, pulling the blankets around their bodies.

at the sound of the pet name spilling from the canadians lips, the lips she had dreamt would someday be spilling that same praise for her in a much more intimate context, she thought she would crumble under his touch, moaning faintly as she tried to press herself up against him. she was sitting on his lap now, legs hanging off the side of the couch and lips against his, her fingertips dragging through his hair as he gripped her thigh tightly.

“lance…” she breathed heavily, the french accent in her voice wavering as the driver began to press sloppy, open mouthed kisses to her neck. “lance, baby, please don’t stop.”

lance grinned against her skin. he wanted this as much as she did, if not more. “anything for my pretty girl.”

the driver leaned back on the couch, pulling y/n's body flush against his, sliding his warm hands up the back of her sweater. she shivered under his touch, only spurring him on more.

until the lights went out with a high pitched beeping sound, the entire cabin plunged into darkness as the battery-operated radio continued to eerily play 'baby it's cold outside' as y/n jumped, tripping over lance's legs as she slid off the couch.

"jesus christ" she groaned, leaning back against the couch, the floor a piercing cold through her jeans. "what happened to the lights? even the fucking string lights are out."

"shit. the storm must have taken the power lines out." lance groaned, pulling the blanket over his lap to hide the growing tent in his jeans. "so now we have no cell phone signal, and no power."

"fucking hell." she mumbled, getting to her feet. "and no power also means no heat. esteban and elena are going to find our frozen corpses huddled for warmth in front of the fireplace."

"you're so overdramatic." lance laughed, getting up from the couch and reaching out to stop y/n from picking up the empty wine glasses. "sit down, y/n. let me handle this, pretty girl."

he said it with a grin and a wink, an overall sense of cheekiness that sent shivers down y/n's spine. she was still struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

she had made out with lance stroll, and she was about ninety eight percent certain that he enjoyed it, if the tent in his jeans was anything to go off of.

"do you have any candles or anything?"

three hours later.

the power still hadn't come back on. neither had the heat, and the fireplace couldn't warm an entire cabin. a cabin intended for six that was currently only occupied by two. a bath and body works candle that smelled scarily like a christmas tree sat on the dresser, dimly lighting up a small circle against the wall that allowed her to see just enough to pull on her plaid victoria's secret pajamas. but the flannel fabric wasn't nearly warm enough for a cabin that was rapidly losing heat.

a shiver wracked her body, goosebumps sprouting all along the hairs on her arms as she reached for the plush blanket at the foot of the bed, draping it around her body before blowing the candle out and edging the door open.

she crossed the hallway, her hands shaking from the temperature drop as she knocked on the door. she could feel heat from inside the room, indicating that lance had somehow managed to get the old woodstove in the corner working.

she hadn't bothered to try with the one in her room.

"lancelot?" she said quietly, playing into the nickname she had always used for him. "can i come in?"

the door creaked open. a loud sound against the rusted hinges. nothing wd-40 couldn't fix. "is everything okay, y/n?" lance asked, a confused and concerned look on his face.

"i'm fucking freezing. and you managed to get a woodstove to work." she shrugged, laughing softly as she gestured at the blanket she was wrapped in.

lance opened the door wider. "come on in. i've got piles of blankets, and probably some body heat."

"how reassuring." she said sarcastically, crossing the threshold into lance's room. crossing a line that could never be uncrossed as she dropped the blanket, tucking herself into the left-hand side of the bed. lance followed shortly after, draping himself over her, his arms securely around her stomach as they spooned.

"lance?" she said softly, as they lay there in the quiet and the dark. "i'm in love with you."

lance inhaled, and she could feel his entire body shudder behind her as he leaned in the whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "i've been in love with you almost since i first saw you. when my dad was first thinking about buying force india and we walked in the garage and you were there arguing with otmar in that cute little top with the bell sleeves, insisting that you knew more than the team fucking principal." he laughed, his chest rumbling against her back. "you were such a little firecracker, you know."

"and i was on a gap year as well. i took time off to help my dad with the garage. god, i thought i knew so much. i wasn't even in university yet."

"otmar followed your strategy calls that race, you know. he was unsure at first, but he got on the phone with vijay and vijay told him to go for it."

"i know. otmar told esteban afterwards, told him to give me a fucking pandora gift card."

lance laughed, trying to hide a yawn. "sounds about right. get some rest, pretty girl. see you in the morning."

eight hours later.

the room was still dark when y/n ocon woke up. she could still hear the howl of the wind outside, but the room still felt cold, the piles and piles of blankets still pulled over her shoulders. she rolled over, eyes still closed as she nuzzled into lance's chest. the aston driver groaned, one of his hands slipping down her back to cup her ass gently.

"mornin' beautiful." his voice was husky and seductive as he leaned in to kiss her.

"good morning, handsome." she said softly, her face breaking into a smile as she kissed him.

their lips moved in tandem, the air punctuated with soft giggles and wide smiles as she threw her leg over lance's thigh, trying to pull him as close as she could as he playfully smacked her ass, rolling the pair over so that he was on top.

her hands slipped up the back of his heather grey t-shirt, sliding the fabric over his head while the canadian trailed kisses down her neck, the stubble on his chin grazing the delicate skin. she moaned underneath him before he pulled away briefly to get the shirt the rest of the way off his body, casting it aside before kissing her again. her arms came up to loop around his neck, his fingers dancing across her stomach as he slowly undid the buttons on her pajama top.

"lance," she breathed. "is that. . . "

"my hard cock against your thigh?" lance winked with a sly grin. "you bet. see how turned on you make me, pretty girl? if you had said something sooner, we could have been doing this for years now. maybe i'd have even managed to put a ring on your finger."

"i guess we'd better make up for lost time, then." she grinned, helping lance take off the remainder of her flannel shirt before urging lance's head towards her rapidly hardening nipples.

"you're so beautiful, darling." he crooned, kissing and caressing as much of y/n's body as she could, her fingernails lightly digging into his upper back as he swirled his tongue over her breast.

they easily could have wasted the morning away like that. in lance's arms, y/n felt safe and secure. she felt loved, and it all felt right. something that her mother said to her when she was eighteen stuck out in her mind: when you know, you'll know.

and as she and lance shed their flannel pajama pants, his arms around her, his hands in hers as he began to thrust into her, she knew.

but she had a feeling that she had known for a lot longer than that.

"that's it, pretty girl." lance groaned, thrusting deeper and drawing a loud moan from the girl underneath him. "tell me how good i make you feel, hey? i want to know that you feel just as good as i do right now."

"yes, god, yes." she whined, eyelids fluttering shut as she watched lance bring her knuckles up to his mouth, pressing kisses to each knuckle before trailing the kisses down her arm until he reached her neck, the pace of his hips never faltering. “oh, lance, you feel incredible, love.”

"yeah? yeah, you look so pretty like this, beautiful. my pretty girl."

"oh, god! i think i-"

"are you going to come for me, pretty girl? i've got you, baby, you're safe, let go for me. milk this cock."

"oh, lance!"

as they were laying together, a tangled mass of limbs and hair, fingers still pressed to skin, sweaty bodies pressed up against one another, the power came back on, dim lights filling the bedroom as lance kissed her gently.

"i love you, y/n."

she smiled. "je t'aime aussi, lance."

four hours later.

they'd wasted the day away in the shower (having more incredible sex while they were at it), cooking together and watching christmas movies on the vhs player in the cabin's living room ("who even uses vhs tapes any more!" "people who live in cottages, babe!")

as the end credits to 'deck the halls' played on the big screen, lance and y/n softly made out in the dim light of the string lights hanging from the ceiling, curtains still pulled shut.

neither of them heard the door creak open, but they all heard esteban ocon's disgusted shout.

"what the fuck!"

"esteban, i can explain." y/n tried to reason with her brother, aware that lance's hands were in a very compromising position on her body

the alpine driver stood in the middle of the living room, snowflakes melting on his parka as he blinked, trying to make sense of why his sister and his best friend were heavily making out on the sofa.

"are those hickeys on your neck? y/n ocon-khelfane!"

"lance!" she hissed, looking over at the boy. "really? how old are you, seventeen?"

"you didn't notice when you got out of the shower?" the driver asked, trying to avoid making eye contact with esteban. "i thought you said his flight was delayed two days!"

elena shrugged. she had been standing behind her boyfriend, making the conscious choice not to get involved. "we got an earlier flight last minute. we did try to call."

"phone lines are down." y/n said apologetically. "power was out all last night, too."

"and i bet lance kept you warm, didn't he?" esteban glared at lance, ready to destroy their friendship to protect his baby sister's honor. "you have until the count or three, strulovich."

lance's eyes widened. "count fo three for what?"

"one."

"lance, run."

"he's my best friend, he's not going to hurt me. estie, come on!" lance laughed nervously. "let's talk this out."

"two."

"i think she's right." elena piped up. "you can talk it out later."

"three."

lance was off the couch in a flash. "okay, running now!"

they did, in fact, talk it out later.

but not before they wrestled each other and esteban made lance swear not to break y/n's heart.

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Arthur(Merlin) x reader - in the snow

Hi! If you still write for BBC Merlin would you be able to write an Arthur x Merlin sister Reader? With the dialogue “Can you use magic?” “I feel unsafe answering that.” (from your 2024 prompt list). Thank you if you do write it! <3 - Anon💜

A/N: I realised I had spelled Gaius wrong after finishing this, but I’m really lazy and don’t wanna correct it 😂😭

You had no real interest in following your brothers footsteps to work for the royal family, you didn’t want to work for anybody else.

You were happy living on your own, away from the world with your house and your dog, your horse, your flowers.

You loved the way you lived.

And yes, every so often the knights would come to pick up your money you had to pay for your land, but since you grew your own food and sold your crafts in towns and villages it didn’t matter all that much to you.

Today was the day that they came to collect your payment, so you made sure to stay home.

Kneeling down in your garden, you were working on your flowers, carefully tidying them up and trimming them down.

You heard a bark, and you looked up.

“Rufus?”

Standing up, you brushed your hands on the cloth and looked to the dirt path where a few horses were coming down.

You grinned brightly when you saw a familiar face.

“Merlin!”

You quickly set everything down and made your way over, the moment your brother got down from his horse your crushed him into a hug.

“Hi!” You beamed.

Merlin laughed quietly, hugging you back.

“Hey, this place looks amazing.”

You pulled away, grinning proudly at him.

“I take pride in my work.”

You turned around to the knights and the prince that was with him, offering him a bow.

It was swift, elegant, you held a hand behind your back and one over your stomach as you leant down, lowering your head.

“Sire, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N), I do hope my brother doesn’t give you too much trouble.”

“Nothing I can’t handle, thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

You stood up, gesturing to the home.

“Rufus is no harm, I’m sure Sir Lancelot knows that.”

The knight smiled softly at you.

“It’s good to see you again.”

“You as well, I’ve got that tea you asked me for, would you like me to make you some?”

“Yes please, honestly you could open a tea shop because you make the best tea.”

You laughed a little bit, leading them all inside.

Only those three came inside, the other knights waited outside for them.

You sat them at a table, bringing over some bread you had made, and you made them all some tea, setting their cups down in front of them.

“Make yourselves at home, I’ll be right back.”

You went into your room, bringing up a floorboard to gather the money you owed before returning and handing it over.

Then you turned to Arthur.

“May I ask what brings you by sire? Normally this is not a matter for a Prince.”

“Merlin had been begging me for weeks to come, i guess it was curiosity to finally meet his sister. You’ve done wonderful things with this land. It was rundown the last I saw.”

“Thank you, the home itself was in good shape, it was a simple matter of getting some men from the village nearby to help clear it then set everything else up.”

Arthur nodded his head.

“How is it going? Have you been selling those crafts?” Merlin asked.

“Oh yes! People love them! They’re very helpful as well, especially for the farmers and the bakers, plant based baskets are easier to replace rather wood, and harder to break.”

Merlin nodded his head.

“You make things out of plants?”

“Yes sire, it is easier to get ahold of around here, they’re easier to work with as well. Especially Ivy. It is easy to manipulate the way it grows, and you can cut some away with the rest coming back.”

That was what caught his attention first, how compared to Merlin you were calmer, you were respectful to everybody even though you didn’t know them, and your craft.

Then there was your house, minimum decorations, just basic things you would need.

But outside was covered in flowers of all colours, the great wolfhound you rescued wondering in and out, and the horse outside just happily grazing in her paddock.

Arthur found himself coming back when he could, pretending to buy things that they needed in Camelot.

It was an excuse to see you, and he could try get there at least once a week since it was only a few hours there and back.

Arthur had to admit he was concerned when it drew to winter, because winter was harsh, and he couldn’t see how you would be able to survive there during the brutal winter.

“She’ll be fine, she always is. She knows how to get survive.” Merlin said.

“Merlin we are looking at the worst winter we’ve seen in years. It’s not even winter and we’re already getting snow. Your sister will be isolated out there for months if this carried on.”

Merlin paused what he was doing for a moment before he carried on.

“She won’t come here.”

“Excuse me?”

“(Y/N), if you ask her to come she won’t come.”

“Why?”

“Because she likes her own space, she doesn’t like crowded places like this and wouldn’t be able to live here for that long, a week or so would be fine.”

Arthur didn’t say anything, he carried on reading the book that was sat on the table in front of him.

“She’s also coming next week, to visit Guis.”

Arthur snapped his head up.

“Really?”

Merlin smirked a little, lowering his head as he carried on working.

“Yes sire.”

Arthur threw the book at Merlin who just barely dodged it and he left the room.

You arrived a few days later, staying mostly with Guis or Merlin if you could.

Arthur finally managed to find you while he was heading back inside the castle, you were stood outside with Rufus catching snowballs you threw.

He made his way outside, standing next to you.

“It’s far too cold to be outside.”

You turned around, offering him a smile.

“It’s nothing I’m not sure to this time of year, I was actually thinking about taking a walk. Do you know any good trails?”

“There is one, it’s possibly the safest. I’ll accompany you if you don’t mind? If anything happens to you I won’t hear the end of it from Merlin.”

You laughed softly at him.

“Yes fine by me sire.”

“Right, come wait inside.”

You followed him, and waited in the hallway.

It took a short while for him to come back, and he held out a thicker more elegant cloak out for you.

“Wear this.”

“Sire I can’t, that’s much to rich for somebody like me.”

“(Y/N) put the cloak on, and call me Arthur.”

You didn’t want to disobey him, so you put it on and he led you outside.

You could see that a few people walked the trail, but not many, and you two held light conversation as you walked.

It was nice for him to not have to act so important, and you were talking to him just like a normal person, as if you two were from the same town or village.

You enjoyed stopping to look at simple things, animals in the snow, the way the sunlight gleamed on the snow making it sparkle.

Arthur was just entranced by you, and how you just seemed so happy.

“You’re always so happy when I see you, why?”

“What is there to not be happy about? I have a home, a brother, a mother, I have friends, food. There is always something to be happy about.”

Arthur hummed a little, nodding his head.

“You wouldn’t want more in life?”

“Not when I already have everything. You don’t need to be rich to be happy, as long as you find something or someone that makes you happy it’s alright.”

Arthur glanced at you, and he smiled a little.

“That’s a very different take in the world.”

You beamed brightly at him, kneeling down to make another snowball for Rufus.

“Hey, look out!”

Arthur went to grab you but it was too late, you slipped down the hill, and he was rushing as fast as he could behind you.

When he reached the bottom he knelt down.

“Hey, hey (Y/N)?”

You grumbled a little, lifting your head to look at him.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“My leg.”

Arthur nodded, looking down at your leg, gently touching it and you winced in pain.

“Here, come on, let’s move you up.”

Arthur helped you up, and you guys slowly walked along the bottom of the hill to try and find a way back up.

After a while you had to stop, so he took his cloak off and laid it on the snow and sat you down.

Rufus laid next to you letting out a whine.

“I’ll try find a way, I’ll be right back.”

You nodded your head, watching him leave.

You knew there wasn’t going to be one, a hill like that there wasn’t going to be a way back up that wasn’t covered in snow.

Making sure it was safe, you held out your hand, whispering something under your breath, and a small trail in the snow fell away, creating a path up.

You ran a hand over your dogs head, scratching behind his ears.

Arthur wasn’t gone long, and he came back, shaking his head.

“I couldn’t find one, I’m sorry.”

He knelt next to you, looking at your leg again.

“I did find some sticks though, do you have anything in that bag to help me make a splint?”

“Oh, of course.”

Opening it, you pulled out your scarf, handing it over to him.

“It’s not the best, but it should help. We’ll sit here and rest, then keep going. I think there’s a storm coming in.”

“I think I saw a path just over there, could you look?”

Arthur looked at where you were pointing.

“Yeah, of course.”

He got up, checking.

He made sure it was stable before grabbing you, helping you up it, then he crouched down.

“Get on.”

“I can’t do that, a Prince can’t be seen carrying someone like me.”

“I don’t care, you’re hurt, get on.”

You sighed, climbing on his back and he stood up, making his way back where you guys had come from.

“I’ll take you to Guis, hopefully you leg isn’t that bad.”

You nodded, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How did you see the path, I didn’t see it.”

“Maybe in the panic you missed it? Or it blended in the with snow?”

“No, no it definitely wasn’t there.”

Arthur went quiet for a few moment.

“There’s only one thing I can think off.”

“What’s that Arthur?”

He paused walking, crouching down to set you on the ground before turning around to look at you.

“Can you use magic?”

You tried not to react.

“I feel unsafe answering that.”

“(Y/N), can you use magic?

“If I say yes you’ll have me killed, if I say no you’re not going to believe me, and have me killed. I’m sorry but I can’t answer.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes a little bit, and he spun around to a noise behind him but there was nothing.

Turning back around his cloak and yours were on the ground, and you and Rufus were both gone, leaving not even a footprint in the snow

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Omg okay but

Do you have any headcanons for Lancelot with an s/o who has magic??

absolutely I do omfg, this is going to be wonderful

So we know that magic influences dreams and sleep and I think if you had enough power, you would definitely start using it on his nightmares at some point. Just to make them more comfortable for him, if possible even to erase them wholly. Like, you cannot watch this man wake up every night drenched in sweat and screaming, one nightmare chasing the other, about so many different things, and not try to change it in some way.

He genuinely loves watching you play around with your magic. For example doing stuff like conjuring butterflies, or braiding your hair, or catching the sunlight, literally anything that you'd do he'd be amazed by. It's not that he's fascinated because he doesn't know about magic, but mainly because of your expressions and the glee on your face when something you had the idea to works out beautifully.

Him being the only one you can practise combat magic with. And he's good, he's very good at fighting, but he can't best magic after all. What he can do, especially at the beginning though, is get past your defences, and you're quick to learn with him. He's just as well quick to learn though, which honestly is great because that way first of all you know how to work your magic in a fight, and also, he knows some unexpected tricks to use when he's facing a magic user like Morgana.

You healing him whenever he has even the tiniest cut, and at some point suspecting whether he hurts himself on purpose, just because he's literally always coming back with something. Not that you mind, but he shouldn't be hurting himself on purpose.

Making his days just a little better by letting stuff appear that he likes. Pretty flowers at the side of the road, snowflakes in spring, a bird resting on his shoulder. Sometimes it's small things, sometimes it's bigger things, but he always notices and he always gives you a grateful smile.

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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Here we go! Hope you enjoyed this one ~

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Polaroid (final part)

Sir Lancelot x reader

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You stood next to Merlin in his chambers, helping him with his chores. He used this moment to check on your well-being.

"I'm glad you came to piece with your stay here in Camelot." he exclaimed while you cleaned the table.

"You're getting along very good with the knights, don't you?"

As an answer you merely nodded. With a bucket of water in one hand and a cloth in the other, you looked over to Merlin as you noticed that he stared at you in silence.

"Are you good?" you asked quickly, dropping the cloth in the bucket.

There was a hint of a grin on his face.

"(Y/N), what do you think of Lancelot?"

Without even intending to, you brightly smiled automatically.

"He's a good, brave and honest man. Reliable, trustworthy, a true friend."

"Friend?" Merlin repeated laughing.

You blushed, knowing exactly where this conversation would go.

"Come on, (Y/N)..."

Instead of answering, you just continued cleaning and kept you mouth closed.

Merlin stacked the books that were scattered across the room and put them back on a shelf.

"Don't tell me you haven't taken a certain liking to him.

"I'm not blind, (Y/N). None of us are. Everyone knows."

You sighed and put the bucket away.

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

~~~~~~~

Gwen accompanied you through the palace garden to pick some flowers for the royal chambers. It had taken her some time until she trusted you as well. As she saw how you interacted with the others over time, she seemed to lose all doubts about you.

"So, any of your memories coming back?" Gwen asked calmly. You had never told anyone the truth, aside from Gaius, Merlin and Lancelot.

"Not really..." you mumbled as you avoided her eye contact.

"What a shame... I'm sure there's someone out there, missing you dearly. A friend, or a family member."

She leaned down to pick a few orchids, then the woman placed them in the basket she carried around.

"That could be. But I found new friends here in Camelot as well. Of course you can't compare that but I've met some amazing people here so far."

"I'm happy for you, (Y/N). You seem to get along with Lancelot very well, do you?"

Only now you looked back at her after picking up a few more pretty flowers, adding them to her basket.

"Please, Gwen... I'm getting pestered with these questions all day, from everybody. Spare me, please."

Gwen huffed at your words, then mustered you for some time.

"I just want to know if... Lancelot moved on or if he's still, you know...not over it..."

Noone had told you about this before.

With a surprised face you looked at her, gasping slightly. Just the thought of someone dumping and hurting him ached in your heart as well.

"He never talked about women before, I had no idea... That girl is stupid to let this angel of a man go. But if she broke his heart, she wasn't worth his love."

In awkwardness, Gwen pressed her lips together before she spoke again.

"It was... complicated. He was in love with her, but she was already smitten so someone else at the time they met again."

"She didn't wait for him to return? What a bitch... Hope she's happy with her new lover..."

Your expression hardened. It wasn't like you were jealous, but only mad at the thought of someone leaving the man you loved with a broken heart.

"They are indeed happy. It's been many years since then. A lot changed." Gwen tried to smile, even if you had just insulted her unknowingly.

"That sounds like you know her?"

In silence you stared at one another for a while, until she found her voice again.

"It was me. He was my first love."

A cold shower ran down your spine as you realized that you had just insulted the future queen of Camelot.

"Oh god, I didn't know! I'm so sorry Gwen, I really had no idea..."

She just shook it off and collected some more diverse flowers.

"No offense taken. Like I said, a lot changed, but let's not talk about that anymore. I was just curious if he ever mentioned anything because you two seem pretty close."

She decided that this was enough and signalled you to get back to the citadel with her.

Maybe you should talk about that with the knight?

~~~~~~

You were just changing the flowers in Lancelot's room as you heard the man someone enter. He brought himself closer to you and watched you exchanging the old flowers in his vase.

"Thank you, (Y/N). They're beautiful."

Once your eyes caught sight of him, you smiled wide, then suddenly remembering the conversation with Gwen.

"Guinevere and I picked them, in the garden. We got to chat a bit."

He swallowed, already guessing that you knew about his past now.

"She told you about..."

"Yeah, she did. She didn't brag about it, only wanted to know if you're over it."

For some reason it scared the knight how you would think of him now. Would your behavior change? The way you saw him?

"It's been years, (Y/N). I don't think about it anymore. She's happy with Arthur and I-"

He paused.

You turned to him before he picked a flower from the vase, broke off the flower and stuck it into your hair.

"I found something greater than I could've ever imagined."

His hand met your cheek shortly after, as he gently caressed your skin.

"If I don't tell you anytime soon, the other knights will crush me... I-"

"I like you too, Lancelot."

With a surprised face, he lowered his hand.

"Merlin and I talked about it a while ago."

You placed a hand on his chest,

He pulled you into a warm hug and nuzzled his face into your hair after exhaling heavily. It was like a stone was lifted from his chest.

You had found something here in this world that made you want to stay forever, out of your free will. A love like this was rare and something completely new to you. Now that you had confessed to him, you felt ready to take the next step.

"Lancelot, would you do me a favour?"

He made some space to look at you with a gentle smile.

"Anything, (Y/N)."

You swallowed before looking into his eyes and telling him about your request.

"Come and burn my belongings with me. My clothes , wallet, credit card, ID card, drivers license, all of it. Then bury my keys or throw them into a lake. Let me take a few pictures with the camera and then, let's get rid of it as well. I never want to go back again. I need to tell the truth. And then, I want to start a new life, with you."

Lancelot smiled at your words, agreeing with a satisfied nod.

"I'd say that new life has already begun some time ago."

~~~~~~~

You sat in front of a campfire, close to a lake. The sun was going down already. In your hands you held a bunch of polaroid pictures you had taken before coming here. The air smelled of burning melting plastic.

The pictures showed the knights, happily standing together with you. Another one showed Melin and you, both smiling at the camera. You looked through all of them with tears in your eyes.

Lancelot said next to you, taking a look at the pictures with you. "This one's good!" He pointed at a picture that showed you, Merlin and him sitting in Gaius' chamber, all laughing happily. You agreed, then looked at the other ones. There was also the picture of his broken sword and the one Merlin took of Lancelot sitting on the stairs to his room.

"I'll keep them all." you whispered, also coming across the very first picture you had taken, the one that brought you here.

The knight took a closer look at thr camera in his hands.

"There's exactly one more photo left." he mumbled and turned the device to around, closing the distance between you and him completely. One of his arms layed around your shoulder, and you quickly understood.

Once you wiped your tears away, you smiled at him.

"Ready?" he asked calmly, smiling back at you.

You nodded and kissed his cheek with closed eyes. The camera button klicked one last time, taking the final photo. The dark picture soon lightened up and revealed itself to the both of you.

"That means... There is only one more thing to do..." you whispered, holding onto Lancelot's hand.

He looked at the lake, then his eyes traveled back to you.

"Can you do it?" You asked with shivering hands.

As he saw your reaction, Lancelot hugged you and pulled you close to him, placing a soft kiss onto your forehead afterwards.

He got up, reached his hand out and helped you up. With slow steps, he lead you closer to the water.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

"I do. All I want to have left are those pictures. Nothing more."

After careful consideration, the man took a deep breath.

Both of you looked at the camera once more before he finally threw it into the lake, with all his power.

As soon as the camera met the water surface, it sank down into the darkness and onto the ground.

Both of you stood there for a long time, watching the water until it was completely still again.

"I love you...." he mumbled as he pulled you close to his chest again.

#bbc merlin #merlin #knights of the round table #merlin fanfic #merlin bbc #sir lancelot #Sir lancelot x reader

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Sleepy Baby Part 12

a/n: This will make more sense if you have seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin X reader

Warnings: None, back to fluff

Word Count: 1400 ish

Summary: Jake is Lancelot and Kisses is Guinevere

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When Jake had said he only had twenty six months left in San Diego you saw two options, either end it then and there or go all in. The prospect of living the rest of your life without Jake was unimaginable so it had been an easy decision to bet it all. Even though neither of you are behaving differently everything feels like it has shifted.

Knowing that what you were feeling was real and had a future made everything seem easier. You had a goal. You and Jake were building a future together. While the relationship had started as a happy accident and a fun way to get back out there emotionally, it was now the foundation to your future.

True to his word Jake had become one of Grace’s biggest supporters, always encouraging you to spend time with her and the small group of friends you began to develop. When you brought it up to him he admitted that your not quite hypothetical future marriage was one of his reasons.

“When I’m deployed you need people in your life you can turn to.” He explained. “Any of my Navy buddies like Javy will help if they can, but you’re right, they would be helping you for me and it won’t be the same support system.”

You still saw the Dagger Squad often and that is how you ended up back at the Hard Deck clustered around the pool table at the back. Jake was playing and easily beating everyone. He finally beats Phoenix and casually walks over to you.

“You’re my good luck charm,” he throws his arm around you as you sit perched on a stool. You roll your eyes and grin up at him as he kisses you on your lips.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” you tell him. “At the risk of overinflating your ego, I have it on good authority that it's a game of skill.”

“No, it’s my love for you that lets me win,” he says with a false sense of confidence. “And to prove my love to you I shall beat Rooster next.” You glance over at Bradley and see him racking up the balls for the next game.

“Jake, you would win even if I wasn’t here,” you tell him. “If you love me you’ll lose.” You gaze at Jake with a forced innocent expression that is hard to maintain at the look on his face.

“No,” Jake's small response is confused and offended.

“It’s Arthurian Jake,” you say dramatically, “Guinevere asked Sir Lancelot to lose at a tournament to prove his love. Your pool cue will be your lance.”

“You’re Lancelot-ing me?” he says in disbelief. “If I am Lancelot and you are Guinevere our love is doomed and I don’t like that ending.” He is standing between your spread legs and his hands slide to your hips pulling you closer.

“We can rewrite that part.” you tell him with a kiss. “Now go out and lose for me, Sir Lancelot.”

He sighs in resignation, “is this what you really want my Queen Guinevere?”

“Sure is,” you grin mischievously. “But you can’t make it obvious you are losing on purpose.”

“Hangman, leave your girl alone and get over here and play some pool.” You peek over Jake's shoulder at Bradley’s words before turning back to Jake with a grin and raise your eyebrows in challenge.

“The things I do for love,” Jake’s breath moves over your neck as he whispers in your ear and you burst out laughing.

“No way,” Bradley calls out, pointing at you. “It’s like poker all over again. You are not allowed to talk to her while we are playing, and she is not allowed to talk to you.”

“Can I at least cheer him on?” you say indignation in your voice.

“Fine,” Bradley agrees, “you can cheer him on and console him when I win.” Jake glares at Bradley but agrees with a huff and they begin to play.

Bob ends up sitting beside you watching. Jake is playing poorly. He is not missing really obvious shots but he is not playing to the same ability that he usually plays at, only sinking one or two balls per turn. “What did you say to him to throw him off?” Bob asks you in confusion. “He is usually way better than this.”

“Uhhhhmmmm,” you tug on your hair. “I may or may not have told him to prove he loved me by losing.” you shoot a sheepish look at Bob.

Bob snorts, “You ‘A Knight’s Tale-ed’ him? Come on, did you really need to do that to know he loves you?”

“No, I know he does, and I’m pretty sure it is originally Arthurian.” You pause your conversation with Bob to console Jake after a shot bounces off the edge of the pocket and rolls back across the table.

“It’s OK, Babe, you nearly had it!” Jake glares at you with the tiniest hint of a grin on his face shaking his head and you smile back.

“Then why did you ask him to lose?” Bob is looking back and forth between you and Jake.

“I don’t know, I thought it would be funny,” you say with a grin at Bob. “Maybe it's a role play we like to do, you know, to spice things up in the bedroom.”

“Ew,” Bob looks at you with a wrinkled nose. “I do not want to hear about yours and Hangman's sex life.”

You just laugh before looking at the table. The game is almost over. “Quick you have to go tell Jake to win!” You say shaking Bob’s arm.

“Oh no,” he shakes his head, “I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever you two have going on!”

“Please Bob,” you say desperately as Jake chalks the tip of his cue. He has four balls left and to win he would have to sink them all and then the 8 ball without missing any. “Bradley won’t let me talk to him. Please be my fair maid and tell my valiant knight that if he loves me he will win!”

Bob looks at you in disappointment before sighing and going over to Jake mumbling, “I’m going to regret this.”

You watch eagerly as Bob walks over to talk quietly to Jake with a pained expression on his face and grin impishly when Jake jerks his head up to glare at you at Bob's words. Bob slinks back to your side and hangs his head in defeat. “I can’t believe I did that for you.” He shudders, “I feel dirty.”

“Cheer up Bob,” you nudge him with your shoulder. “I was joking about it being a sex thing.”

“That does make me feel a little better.” You watch Jake sink his final 4 balls with an intense look on his face.

“It wasn’t about sex when I said it originally, but that could change,” you eye Jake’s hungry look with a grin as he stalks over to you after sinking the 8 ball and winning the game.

“My Queen,” he says and pulls you to your feet before dipping you dramatically and kissing you.

“My Valiant Knight you have proven your love,” you run your fingers through his hair smiling and pull his lips back to you yours. You can hear Bradley arguing with Bob in the background over what he said to Jake.

Jake hums happily into your kiss before standing both of you back up. “I am your King,” he corrects before giving you another kiss.

“Well I didn’t vote for you.” Your attempt at a British accent is terrible.

Jake looks at you frowning. “I was rewriting us a happier ending.”

“Oh,” you say in realization, laughing and continuing to talk in the terrible accent, “oh King eh, very nice.”

You yelp and jump closer as Jake smacks your ass, “you’re a brat.”

“If you are spanking me that makes you Galahad and you are in terrible peril.”

Jake pulls you in close and you slide your hands up his chest and loop them around his neck so you are pressed against his hard body. “I’ll have to face my peril,” his words are spoken between heated kisses.

“You’re sure it's not too perilous?” you ask, grinning into his lips.

Jake drags his lips down your neck placing soft kisses as he goes. “It’s my duty to sample the peril.”

“Please go home.” Bob is still sitting in his chair next to your vacated one. Jake laughs and pulls you to the bar to pay the tab.

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin/reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman #hangman/reader #top gun hangman #topgun #topgun maverick #hangman topgun #topgun hangman

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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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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powerpolyculeshowdown · 1 year

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POWER POLYCULE MASTERPOST

people asked and i shall deliver!! here are our brackets - i plan to update each one with the link after they're posted, but do keep an eye on the #powerpolyculeshowdown tag in case im unavailable to do so until later, please!

Also reminder they're programmed to be posted 1min apart from each other, so from 1:00pm to 1:10pm (EST)

Round 1

part 1 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo/Han/Kim (Omniscient Reader) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Mane 6 (My Little Pony) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Rey/Finn/Poe (Star Wars) x The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack

Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) x Ferris/Sloane/Cameron (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) Winners: Cosmo/Kathy/Don

Dave/Jade/Karkat (Homestuck) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sora/Riku/Kairi

Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) x Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot - The Mechanisms) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sadie Kane/Walt Stone/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles) Winners: Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi

Star Allies (Kirby Star Allies) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: All 1008 Pokémon

Hardison/Parker/Elliot (Leverage) x Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (ATLA) x Sonic/Knuckles/Shadow (Sonic) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

part 2 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Luka/Adrien/Kagami/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Wonder Woman/Superman/Batman (DC Comics) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos

Dekubowl (My Hero Academia) x Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Bocchi/Nijika/Ryo/Kita (Bocchi the Rock) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Heizou/Kazuha/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Winners: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta

Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) x Quanxi/Tsugihagi/Pingtsi/Long/Cosmo (Chainsaw Man) Winners: Rachel/Chloe/Max

McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) x Frodo/Sam/Rosie (Lord of the Rings) Winners: McCoy/Spock/Kirk

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Vivi/Lewis/Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animated) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Amethyst/Peridot/Lapis (Steven Universe) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Bucky/Steve/Peggy/Angie (Marvel) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity

Round 2 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness

Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) x Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) Tie!! Both move on!

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Fred/Dephne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Round 3 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled the Series) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

The Doctor/Rose/Jack (Doctor Who) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She Ra) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) x Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo) x Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Cher

Revival

Round 1 (finished)

Poll 1 Winners: The Doctor/Jack/Rose

Poll 2 Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Poll 3 Winners: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

Poll 4 Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Round 2 (finshed)

Yoo Joonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (The Witcher) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim (ORV) and Doctor/Jack/Rose (DW)

Round 4 - Quarterfinals (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Sweet/Cap'n/Cakes (Deltarune) x Panchito/Donald/José (Three Caballeros) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 5 - Semifinals (finished)

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 6 (March 8th 2pm EST)

Finals!

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Third place!

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Congratulations Hardison/Parker/Eliot for the win!!!!

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