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otomefoxystar · 2 months

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 2

Fandom : Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC

Genre : NSFW, Angst

TW: Break- up

Author notes: Smut in this chapter, minors be warned.

The stupid letter could wait. Arthur had to go to you and go to you now. He rode fast and with purpose. Your horse was already tied up when he got there. You were sitting next to the pound, throwing flower petals in. You turned when you heard someone walking. Upon seeing Arthur, you choked out a sob and ran into his strong arms. He wrapped you into his warmth, taking in your scent as you took in his. Both of your eyes wet and red from crying. You finally looked up at him. Seeing the tears running down his face, you wiped them away and kissed him hard. moving your lips together. There was no need for words; you knew what the other was thinking. This was the last time you could be together like this. This. Was. Goodbye.

You pulled away, and Arthur rubbed his nose against yours and pressed your foreheads together. "You," he said with a shaky voice, "are the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way that I love you." That only made you cry harder. "And you are mine, my light, my safe place." Your heart was breaking. "If only we could run away together, I would go, no questions asked." He shook his head with a pained face, "No. This relationship was doomed, to begin with. I knew you were the Princess and had duties to your family, but I couldn't stay away.

Now, my love." He cupped your face, backing up and looking at you. "Do what you must do, and I hope you can love this man one day. All I want is for you to be happy. I know this is hard right now, and we are both hurting. It will get easier." Another tearful kiss. "Arthur, you must promise me something. Move on. Find love again. I might not have that luxury, but you do. Find a woman you love as much as me or more." He shook his head vigorously. "Promise me, Arthur." He moved his hands to your hands, entwining their fingers. "I promise I'll try."

You shook your head. "That's not good enough!" He sniffled, "That's all you're going to get." You laid your head on his chest, listening to his nervous heartbeat. "Let's not be sad anymore and make the most of our time together." You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes, and he grinned.

You knew what he what he was suggesting. He wanted to take you into town. "Someone will recognize me." He kissed you tenderly on the forehead, taking your cloak off and putting his own on your shoulders, covering your head with it. "Not if they can't see your face." He gave you his signature cheeky smile, and you just gazed at him. "Follow me." He mounted his horse and rode into town with you following not far behind him.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the town amazed You. It's only on special occasions that you go into town, and it's been a long time. You dismounted your horse as Arthur put his horse away. You looked around, feeling nervous that the townspeople would recognize you. Arthur came back, offering his arm to you. "No need to worry, Luv, let's walk." He took you around the town, strolling slowly, stealing small kisses. He bought a dessert to share with you. He poked your nose when you got cream on it.

You noticed the sun starting to set and looked at Arthur sadly. He shook his head. "No, not yet." He led you to an Inn and stopped in front of the door, searching your eyes, looking at you sincerely. "Stay with me tonight." You looked up, realizing where he had taken you. "You didn't even need to ask." You beamed at him, taking his hand in yours.

You walked into the inn, and Arthur requested a room as you stood in the back with your head down, hoping no one recognized you, especially at an inn with the King's scribe. You walked up the steps hand in hand to your room. Arthur shut and locked the door when you were inside the room. The lock made a noise louder than it should have been. The atmosphere quickly changed, and you weren't sure what to do with yourself or what to say.

You looked at each other, and he lowered the cloak from your head,

brushing your hair behind your ear. "Can I have you? If this is the last time I can be with you, I want to etch myself into your entire being." He moved closer, cupping your face and kissing you with all the passion and determination he had. "Let me love you one last time." You kissed his nose, "I would never say no to you, Arthur." He arched an eyebrow. He knew that if anyone found out he had deflowered the Princess, it would be his head on a stick. "It's different for you. You're the Princess. You should say no, but I want to be greedy tonight."

You smiled softly, "Then be greedy." He took off the cloak and kissed your lips sensually. This was a different type of kiss. He had never kissed you like that before. He pulled away, looked you in the eyes, and cupped your face with his large hands. " Close your eyes." Doing as he asked, you closed your eyes, and he placed a kiss on each of your eyelids.

It was clear that he loved you just as much as you loved him. He placed gentle kisses upon you, moving to your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and you turned your head away. Too immersed in tasting your skin, he didn't notice your embarrassment.

Moving behind you, he moved your long, wavy hair off your neck to lay over your shoulder. He kissed the back of your neck. He moved his hands to your arms, his fingertips moving down your arms. Then to your waist. He moved his hands up your curves. You started breathing heavily. " Are you nervous?" You swallowed, " Yes, but I want to be with you." He kissed your cheek. " I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible."

His hands, still on your sides, released you and went to the ties on your corset; he removed the ties one eyelet at a time until he slid it off your body. Feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss his lips, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes and then crashing your lips to his. He helped you remove every piece of clothing until you were only your dressing gown. You discarded Arthur's clothing as he had done to you. Unable to resist, you smoothed your hands down his solid chest. You put your hand over his thumping heartbeat. He grasped your wrist. "It beats for only for you." Arthur helped You out of your last article of clothing, and instinctively, you crossed your arms, covering your chest. He smiled at how innocent you were. He picked you up, placing you gently on the bed, and laid on the bed next to you.

Looking at you softly, he traced the outline of your face with his finger. Running it over your soft eyelids and down the bridge of your nose. "I want to memorize you." Your legs entwined with his, you reached up, putting your hand on his cheek and kissing him. Then, put your head on his chest. "This will always be my safe place." You kissed his chest and felt a warm wetness fall onto your shoulder. You looked up, seeing the tears run down his face, and tears filled your eyes. "I love you; I will always love you. Even if we can't be together, I will still love you. I want you to know that." He gave you a tearful kiss. "I don't want to leave you, Arthur. I love you too much." He bit his lip, his blue eyes searching yours. "Just be with me here and now, and let's forget what tomorrow will bring." You cuddled into his chest and kissed his collarbones.

The sun had set, and a dark curtain fell upon the two lovers. Arthur kissed the top of your head, then lifted your head so you were looking at him. He kissed you with a passion he had never kissed you with before. His tongue twined with yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away. His hand was on the back of your neck, your hair in his fingers.

He kissed along your jaw to your neck, and a moan and a sigh escaped your lips. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded, feeling unable to speak. He bit and kissed, careful not to leave any marks but still providing you pleasure. Distracted by his lips, you felt his hands caress the curves of your body, and you tensed. "relax. If you don't like it, I'll stop." Your body relaxed, letting him continue with his explorations. His hand smoothes over your belly and glides slowly up till it halts, and he stops his ministrations on your neck, turns you on your back, and sits between your legs. You knew the position change that things were about to heat up. There was no turning back now, not that you'd want to.

His hands cup your soft breasts, and you gasp. Not used to being touched there. He squeezes and massages your supple breasts, gauging your reaction, and your breath hitches. His fingers pinch your nipples, and heat flows through you, and you moan as he twists your nipples. His length beginning to harden. He bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting and circling the areola with the tip of his tongue. He does the same to the other side.

He kisses your lips and bends by your ear. "I'm going to touch you now." You nod with nervousness and lust filling you. He occupies your mouth as his hand slides down till it reaches your heat, and he cups it, startling you a bit, but him touching you there makes you tingle all over. he takes two fingers and moves through your folds. It felt different from when you touched yourself thinking of him. To actually be touched by him was so so much better.

"my love?" You looked at him, "can I put my fingers inside of you?" You nodded as you breathed heavily. As he gently slid a finger inside of you, the invasion felt better than you thought. He began thrusting his finger inside of you, and as you panted at the way he was making you feel., he was getting harder by the second. He added a second finger and was thrusting his fingers in gently. Desire was completely consuming you. You had never this way before, a physical need for him. Arthur pinched your nipples again, making your desire for him insatiable. He withdrew his fingers from you, and you suddenly felt too empty.

Arthur hovered over you and gave you another fiery kiss, his hardness touching against your thigh. It made you both excited and scared. When he released your lips, he cupped your cheek. "Will you let me make love to you?" There was no hesitation; you wanted this so badly. "Yes," you replied; he looked into your eyes, searching, "Are you sure?" You kissed his nose, "I'm sure. I want this. I want you." He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. "I love you." He said as he nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed you there.

He spread your legs so that he was at your center; he ran his length down in between your folds, putting the right amount of pressure on your clit to cause you to shiver with pleasure for a moment. Once his length met with your entrance, he put his hands in yours, entwining your fingers together. "This will probably hurt." You creased your eyebrows, and he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to distract you. He pushed in gently, just the tip entering your warm cavern. Trying to be gentle, he slid in slowly, only allowing a little at a time. It had been relatively easy thus far, and you had no pain until he hit a wall. You winced in pain, and Arthur stopped, not wanting to cause you pain, but he knew it was going to happen. " Should we stop?" He asked

You shook your head, " No, I want to keep going. I want this, Arthur; I want to be one with you." He smoothed your hair back. "I want that too." He pushed forward, and you squeezed his hands tightly and shut your eyes tight as you went through the motions of the pain washing over you; you hadn't even realized he had finally connected fully with you. When he smoothed your hair and kissed your forehead, you opened your eyes. he looked at you worriedly. "How are you?" Your brows still furrowed, "I don't know? The pain is starting to subside." He smiled softly. " I hope it didn't hurt too badly." You leaned up and kissed him."Make love to me, Arthur, just go slow." He bent down and gave you sweet kisses. "I will"

He pulled back and thrust back in. He kept his promise and went slow, but soon you were feeling this insatiable desire for more and your hips bucked, trying to get closer to him. "You can go faster now. Please go faster." Arthur smiled, "It's starting to feel good, isn't it?" You nodded. He sped up his pace, and your hips lifted in time for his thrusts; your bodies were in perfect sync. He lifted one of your legs and placed it over his hip. The new angle had you reeling. Your moans were loud and frequent, adding to Arthur's pleasure and urging him to give you more.

Soon, you began to heat up. You felt the wave of heat from the crown of your head down to your toes. Arthur felt the pulsing of your walls, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “Arth…ur…Holy hell!" Your moans had turned high-pitched, and your leg fell off his hip. He reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit in circles. Soaking in the intense feeling, his thrusts matched the erratic pace of you lifting your hips.

Before you knew what was happening, Your vision went white, your back arched, and shockwaves ignited your nerves. Your walls tightened around his length, and Arthur knew you had reached your climax. With you clamped around him, it was making it hard for him not to follow with an orgasm of his own. Just as you were coming down and you let your vise grip around his length go, Arthur thrust three and then four times and quickly pulled out, his seed covering your belly. "Sorry," he was clearly apologizing for finishing on your stomach. You just smiled, glad Arthur enjoyed himself as much as you enjoyed yourself. He got up to grab a hand towel and wipe your belly. He laid next to you and softly ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you, I always will." You took his hand, kissed it, and held it close to your heart. "My heart will always beat for you." The sadness you felt was echoed in his eyes.

You both were hurting, and there wasn't anything either of you could do to ease the pain that you both felt. You looked out the window, seeing the dark blanket covering the sky with the moon illuminating your room. "You should probably get back before your family thinks you ran away." You nodded, "Yeah, I guess it's gotten pretty late." You said, melancholy seeping into your voice as you stared at the twinkling stars. "Look at me" Arthur turned your head so your eyes were locked on those azure eyes that you could lose yourself in. "Thank you for tonight. This is a memory I will keep locked in my heart forever." You kissed him hard and with need. You wanted to remember the softness of his lips, how he tasted, how his lips moved with yours.

Tears fell, not just from you but from you both. When you both reluctantly released each other's lips, you put your face against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heartbeat and taking in his smell. He put his nose on your head, combing your hair with his fingers, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint the smell of your hair. It was no secret that you were both in heart-wrenching physical pain from the impending goodbye. Both your faces were illuminated in the moonlight, making each other in awe of the other. Unable to resist, Arthur kissed you, twining his tongue with yours. He kissed you till you were both breathless.

Knowing you had put it off long enough, you both got dressed and walked back to the stables with Arthur's cloak shielding your identity. Arthur held your hand tightly the whole way, your fingers entwined intimately. No words were shared as this was the moment you both dreaded, the moment you both wished would never come. You observed him as he brought out your horse. You were rooted to the spot, unable to move, frozen with an uncontrollable grief. If you hadn't been a Princess, you could've fought for your love and won. If you weren't a Princess, you could be with him for the rest of your life. Damn, being a Princess.

When he turned around, your eyes connected, and it was as if, at that moment, you both shared the hurt; you knew exactly how the other felt. Without hesitation, he put his hands on your face and kissed you deeply at every angle, turning his head each time. This wasn't your usual kiss but a kiss of desperation. Suddenly, you both sank to the ground, your skirts in the dirt, but at that moment, all that mattered was being held by Arthur. Your eyes locked, and you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body against him as the tears fell. Arthur held you tightly, his body tremoring with his own sobs. You remained this way until no more tears could come from either of you. You lifted your head from his shirt and noticed you had soaked it with your tears, but he didn't seem to care as he captured your lips in another heart-wrenching kiss.

When you both released each other's lips, you searched his eyes and put your hand on his cheek. "I love you." He spoke softly as he leaned into your tender touch. "I love you too, Arthur." Neither of you wanted to elaborate on the love you held for each other. You had caused each other enough pain for one night. He moved to stand up, helping you up in the process. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against his body, and pressed his forehead against yours. "Shine radiant like a twinkling star, the brightest star. That is what I want for you." He stepped back to look at you. "I want you to finish that Novel and share it with the world; I want everyone to see your passion, your heart of gold." You placed your hand over his heart. "Because this heart is sacred and deserves so much." You pulled away and stepped up on your toes, pressing your lips on his forehead, closing your eyes tight, knowing this was it. You had to leave.

You mounted your horse, but he grabbed your hand before you could go. You squeezed his hand back, knowing this was the final goodbye. Tears rolled down your face, and he kissed your hand, his lips lingering. Reluctantly, he let go, each of your fingers holding on until your hands were empty. You took the reins, and your horse started moving forward. You looked back as you got closer to the end of the town. You watched Arthur get further and further away, finally forcing yourself to face forward. The tears broke, and you couldn't control the panic setting in.

Arthur watched as you exited the town, and as you turned the corner, he knew he couldn't be strong any longer, and he let his weakness take over. His back hit the side of the stable, and he slid down until he was sitting down. He hugged his knees, looking at the castle, knowing that's where his love was, but it felt like you were so far away. When you arrived at the castle, you were still wearing Arthur's cloak; rushing straight to your bedroom, you lunged on your bed into the pillows. Your body felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece, and you fell into an unrestful, dreamless sleep.

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mychem1calbr0mance · 2 years

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hey it me again and y'know what I feel like the Merlin fandom is missing? Fics where instead of Merlin being the clingy and paranoid one after Arthur returning, Arthur himself is a giant clusterfuck of paranoia and confusion. Terrified down to his very core.

Give me Arthur waking up in a cold sweat, blindly searching for a lamp to switch on after having a nightmare, (Probably a reoccurring nightmare of being back in Avalon.) desperately sucking in deep breaths to remind himself that he's back, and not in that damned lake again. Alive, breathing, not in a weird trance of conciousness. Give me Merlin, who would hold him close after these nightmares, and reassure him gently, he'll never see that lake again. He's back, and for good.

Give me Arthur actively using Merlin's heartbeat as a grounding tool, for whenever his mind gets the best of him. The sturdy pulse cancelling out the mind numbing and sensory deprived abyss of the water.

Give me Arthur sometimes refusing to go anywhere alone, terrified that he'll be wounded again and fade back to the inky black abyss of Avalon.

Give me Arthur not being very easily trusting, as the last person he trusted was the death of him. Give me Arthur retreating into his mind, hiding from the world.

Give me Arthur being terribly disoriented, a mess of dissociation and paranoia. Confusing the past with the present, fiction with reality. Give me Arthur being lost in life.

Give me Arthur, suffering horrible memories and flashbacks of his death, sometimes locking himself in the bathroom of their flat for hours, simply staring at the light scar on his stomach, where the powerful blade once struck him, ending his life, wondering if this is simply a version of heaven or a dream of some sort.

Give me Arthur being terrified of water, scared to submerge himself in any depth, afraid he'll be dragged back down and held captive once more. It was a miracle he rose in the first place, and if he fell again, who's to say he would stand back up?

Give me Arthur being terrified of conflict, afraid that aggression will lead to violence, and he'll be lost again. Give me Arthur flinching in the presence of a knife, even a simple butter knife.

Give me a completely dysfunctional Arthur. Give me an endlessly understanding and empathetic Merlin, who is always there whenever Arthur needs him, or anything for that matter.

Give me confused and helpless Arthur.

#i woke up and chose violence today hello #uhh yeah #angsty arthur for the win #im sorry I think #idk #bbc #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur ig #yeah why not #merthur #merlin angst #merthur angst #arthur angst #everyones sad #I think im projecting #fuck

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 2 months

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Arthur: I want to wake up to you every day for the rest of our lives.

Merlin: I wake up at sunrise.

Arthur: …

Arthur: I want to see you at a reasonable time every morning for the rest of our lives.

Merlin: I could always laze in bed till you wake up.

Arthur, knowing that will more than likely mean waking up to Merlin playing with his hair every morning: Perfect. Yes. Do that.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #incorrect merlin quotes #merlin bbc #fluff #they get to be soft sometimes #before I go back to writing angst #i’m bad at tagging #merlin x arthur #merlin and arthur #king arthur

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counting-stars-gayly · 10 days

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Sometimes, I think about how Merlin purposefully turned Arthur against magic twice—the first time to save his soul and the second to save his life—so when he finally told Arthur he was a sorcerer, it was the ultimate bamboozle.

“How could the bumbling idiot I’ve known all these years have been my greatest protector the whole time?” Yeah, sure. But also: “How could a sorcerer have chosen me over magic? Over his own freedom and the freedom of those like him? Over the gods who created him and the religion that saves him?” It’s one thing to die for someone and another thing entirely to give up who you are for them.

Obviously, Merlin was wrong, and that’s why playing God had an effect opposite to what he’d intended. But I think it’s so interesting to consider how Arthur might have viewed this confession. He was betrayed by Morgana because she loved herself more than her own brother and betrayed by Uther because he loved himself more than his own son. And all of this while Merlin, at first, fell in love with the cause and, then, even more with the man behind it. His loyalty to and love for Arthur was so pure it turned sinful, and I don’t think Arthur would have ever gotten over that. If he hadn’t died.

#there’s something so hozier about this it’s killing me #anyway #I’d forgotten this was in my drafts and…March Me was going through it I think #bbc merlin #Merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #merthur angst #Merlin season 5 #Merlin s5 #merlin 5x13 #merlin finale #Merlin magic reveal

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wolfiery · 4 months

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— "He's given his life to this kingdom. He would never betray you." — "Then explain his actions." — "All right. They're lies. Gaius would never run off in the night." — "Look, I know it's hard. But no break ins were reported. His possessions are missing. A horse has been stolen."

MERLIN | 4x07 “The Secret Sharer"

#merlinedit #bbcmerlinedit #merthuredit #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #merlin x arthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #colin morgan #bradley james #merlin tv #*#*gs #*merlin #(can't believe i have to say this but if you're an arthur hater this post is not for you)#just living in my angst :itsmyparty: emote

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just-neckerchief-things · 1 month

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Merlin: me or Camelot?

Arthur: no! That’s like asking you to choose between me and magic!

Merlin: you, obviously

Arthur:

Merlin: please stop crying of course I would never make you choose

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur #merlinmemes #incorrectmerlinquotes #merthur #knights of the round table #emrys #morgana #merlin angst

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lxclerc · 9 months

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐟 | 𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐

summary… arthur is dating someone and his fans don’t like it request… yes but it’s for the og arthur girlie faceclaim… xowie jones pairing… arthur leclerc x reader

note… @coffeehurricanes have been begging me to make something for arthur since forever and i finally caved

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

yourusername

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yourusername my “that’s her” pictures but it’s the pics my bf showed his mum

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user1 girlie this isn’t something to be proud of

user2 she’s so cool and different and quirky and not like other girls !!!!!!!!!! do you want a cookie or sumthing?

lorenzotl can confirm! 😂

⤷ yourusername you loved me the moment you saw me, admit it

⤷ lorenzotl i admit it!

charles_leclerc maman nearly had a heart attack!!

⤷ yourusername then i became her fav 🤭

⤷ user7 pascale prolly can’t stand this bitch

user3 nah bc what the hell does she have on the leclerc brothers bc no way they genuinely like her dating arthur

arthur_leclerc and i wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️

⤷ yourusername idiot

⤷ arthur_leclerc *your* idiot

⤷ user4 arthur was being sweet and this bitch just insults him for no reason

⤷ user5 arthur blink twice if you’re being held captive

user6 so many jealous and mad bitches in this comment section. not so gentle reminder for yall that he’ll never date you in any universe lol ♡ liked by arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc and 203 others

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc my beautiful, beautiful girl ❤️

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user1 is the beautiful beautiful girl in the room with us?

user2 arthur wear red next weekend if she’s holding a gun to your head

user3 i could be a better girlfriend than her

yourusername i’ll always save my last chicken nuggy for you, mi amore

⤷ arthur_leclerc you must really love me 😌

⤷ yourusername don’t push it

⤷ user4 she just has to ruin every sweet moment

charles_leclerc really mate?

⤷ yourusername if you’re jealous, close your eyes

⤷ user8 girl what does charles have to be jealous about

user5 why do we even hate her? like has she done anything worth hating her for? or is it just bc she looks a little different than what’s considered as conventional and happened to be dating your white boy of the month?

⤷ user6 i think she’s really a bad influence on arthur and she publicly argues with a lot of people on twitter

⤷ user5 doesn’t she only argue with people who say shit abt arthur? i mean why isn’t she not allowed to defend her bf? also where’s your proof abt her being a bad influence on arthur

⤷ user7 bitches real quiet cause they’ve got nothing to use

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arthur_leclerc i’ve let this go on long enough and now she’s gotten hurt. i have no words to express how disappointed i am of everyone who has ever said anything against y/n for no reason other than she is with me. she has done nothing to deserve the bullying she gets and yet she does nothing to any of you.

any hate i see about her will be automatically blocked. i would rather have no fans at all than have fans who can’t respect the woman i intend to spend my life with.

and if anyone do anything to her physically, i will retaliate worse than i did today. this is a warning.

and to @yourusername i’ve failed you, baby. i sat back and watch everyone bully you telling you to just ignore it all and you didn’t deserve that. i will spend the rest of my life making up to you.

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charles_leclerc i am so proud of you for taking a stand, brother. y/n does not deserve any of this

lorenzotl fully behind the two of you 🤍

user1 arthur has had enough on all of your bullshits and it’s time yall knew it

user2 he let yall know he’s not afraid to throw hands

user3 where yall loud mouthed ass bitches now????

yourusername i love you more than words

⤷ arthur_leclerc i will love you better now, baby

user4 it’s always seemed so fucking stupid how much hates she gets for literally no reason

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 18 days

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Smthn about escapism and why someone (me) might choose to stay with Kinito even tho he was a bit mean and also didn’t like that u had freewill lol

Also a little bit of thinking abt how Kinito and the Player Who Stays (the Stayer???) share a lot of parallels (working hard to deserve nice things, crippling loneliness, selfish reasons for clinging to one another, self awareness, dissatisfaction/disappointment with their respective realities leading to them idealizing the concept of each other, etc etc)

(The song lyrics are from ‘Woof woof’ by ARTHUR. It took a few listens to rlly appreciate it, now it scratches my brain in v nice ways)

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warnersister · 1 month

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

Find the request here

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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tiredcowboyy · 28 days

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I hope the people that decided half of the merlin deleted scenes werent worth the final cut have crumbs in their beds and their pillows are flat and warm ESPECIALLY whoever said “yk what, lets take out the sigil scene” I hope your nose is blocked too

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It was one of those nights: the peaceful ones where both King and Court Warlock could shed their titles and just exist as two friends sharing cups of wine beside a fire. Both were silent as they nursed their drinks and basked in the dim lighting the fire provided Arthur’s dark chambers.

Merlin was lying across the floor on top of countless pillows and blankets, parallel to the hearth of the fireplace. His feet were bare as he had kicked off his boots hours earlier and the cords of his tunic were pulled extremely loose. Merlin’s legs were crossed one over the other as one hand played with a lock of his own hair as the other blindly traced the engravings of his goblet.

Arthur was sat his chair above Merlin, facing the fire and looking down at the peaceful man. He was glad that Merlin’s eyes were closed because it allowed the King to openly stare. For someone who was regarded to be so aware of everything all of the time - Merlin has not once ever cottoned on to Arthur’s gaze on him. In a way, it was reassuring that Arthur didn’t have to fear being caught by the very man he was observing. But it another way it was far too frustrating: Arthur nearly wanted to be caught and then in turn be forced to admit his reasons for staring.

For the Goddess’ sake, how could Arthur not look anywhere but Merlin with the man lying so enchantingly in front of him, doused in the golden light of the flames?

How could he lay his eyes elsewhere when nothing and no one else brought him nearly as much happiness and fulfilment in his heart than Merlin?

How could he when Merlin was everything that he loved?

The nearly empty goblet rested on his lap with his hands encircling the rim, it would be stupid to say it.

“Merlin?” Arthur broke their silence.

Merlin hummed in response, he didn’t move nor open his eye, but the tone of his voice easily told Arthur that he was listening.

“I’m in love with you.” Oh, fuck.

The body in front of him stilled. Merlin’s hand retracted from his hair as he slowly sat up. Arthur couldn’t tell you when the Warlock’s eyes had opened but he could give you a thousand words at least on what it felt like to be under their unending gaze. Merlin didn’t look away from Arthur as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of his King.

Merlin might not have ever been aware of when Arthur’s eyes were on him - but Arthur was far too aware of Merlin’s piercing stare. The King averted his eyes and stared down at the lingering mouthful of wine in his cup, listening to Merlin’s few footsteps.

A hand slid underneath Arthur’s jaw and half cupped the side of his face: hesitantly, Arthur let himself be guided to look up at Merlin. Had it been anyone else, this would have been so dangerous - to willing put his heart and mind at risk by giving someone else so much control over him would have been a death wish if it were anyone else.

Yet this was Merlin, the one person in his life that he would faithfully trust the world with to the ends of time.

It was sad eyes that Arthur saw. Not angry. Not disgusted. Not hurt, or even happy. Sad, sad, eyes that Arthur would nearly say were brokenhearted.

Merlin sighed with a pained and defeated expression. “Not again.”

“What?” Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat.

Merlin smiled with a soft pain, his thumb stroked over Arthur cheek as he said, “You don’t love me, Arthur.”

“I- I do.” Arthur stammered, he hadn’t anticipated out right refusal, denial and disbelief as an outcome. “I do love you, Merlin.”

Merlin swallows and seemed to choke back tears.

“No, Arthur, you don’t.” He repeated. “This is a love enchantment, this has happened before. You aren’t in love with me.”

The words were far too rehearsed, Merlin’s expression too knowing and understanding. Arthur felt like a petulant child being gently corrected on the truth. Had this really happened before? Had Arthur been enchanted to be in love with Merlin before?

“Merlin, I know my feelings, please believe me.” Arthur begged in futile.

“I don’t think you realise how badly I want to, but I can’t.”

Arthur’s eyes widened at Merlin’s confession - even though the feelings were reciprocated, Arthur was still being rejected - but he saw it. He saw all of the held back and restrained love Merlin held in his eyes for Arthur. He finally was bearing witness to Merlin’s affection, only because the Warlock was allowing him to.

“Is it really so unbelievable that I love you that you are convinced my mind is under the control of a spell of potion?”

“I know you love me - in the way friends love one another, brothers even.” Merlin stressed, his words clearly hurting himself. “But you don’t love me the way I want you to, you never have and you never will.”

“You do want me to love you like this?” Arthur countered.

Merlin closed his eyes and shakily let out a sob, his hands ran from Arthur’s jaw and face, around the King’s neck and weakly grasped at the back of Arthur’s head. He pressed his face into Arthur’s hair, Arthur pulled Merlin in closer and strung his arms around the Warlock’s waist and back: he could feel Merlin weep.

“You won’t remember this conversation, you never have, so why not?” Merlin muttered with a bitterness that surprised the King. “I have loved you for years, Arthur, what I feel for you goes beyond the devotion of prophecy and bond of friendship. I’ve always known that you will never feel the same.”

How his heart ached on the verge of breaking: Merlin loved him. He was in love with Arthur. He felt the same as Arthur but clearly awful past experiences that Arthur cannot remember are preventing him from acting on the truth.

Arthur tried to speak but was cut off before he could even utter a syllable.

“No, Arthur, please stop.” Merlin said, slipping out of Arthur embrace. He looked so guilty.

Merlin believed Arthur not to be in control of his mind and actions, he believed Arthur to be susceptible to anything. Though Merlin was nowhere near the kind of person to take advantage of someone under the influence of something mind altering. Even though this ‘supposed potion or enchantment’ was giving him what the Warlock wanted, Merlin still held back and refused.

Even such a simple embrace, the kind of embrace that was becoming more commonly between them as the years progressed seemed to wreck so much regret through the man - Arthur wanted to shake him and scream at how wrong Merlin was: that he could and was consenting to any any hold or touch Merlin could or would give him.

Arthur stood up and met Merlin far too closely. Their faces were mere inches apart, dangerously so. The King saw how badly Merlin wanted to give in, he could see the arguments and thought process that Merlin was going through.

His hand hovered over the side of Merlin’s face as leaned in closer.

“Don’t.”

He froze.

“You’re not in the right state of mind.” Merlin breathed out, more for his own sake than Arthur’s.

Arthur hand fell to his side but he didn’t move away.

“Please tell me how I can prove my honesty.” He asked.

Merlin looked down with resignation and then turned away to the doors.

“Come, Sire, follow me.” Merlin murmured as he left.

He hadn’t called Arthur ‘Sire’ in years, not even in heated arguments did Merlin enforce that distance between them. It spoke tales to Arthur on how hurt his best friend was. He dashed after Merlin, it wasn’t hard to follow the sound of weary footsteps.

They were heading for Merlin’s laboratory. Arthur caught up with broken hearted Warlock and joined their hands together - Merlin allowed it.

Met with the smell of dodgy potions, old books, strong herbs, ash and numerous other smells that Arthur had grown familiar with associating with Merlin’s experiments, Arthur saw and felt Merlin relax slightly. They were on his ground now, they followed his rules.

Arthur let go of Merlin’s hand and took his chair that he always sat in when observing Merlin work.

“You stare a lot.” Merlin said as he leafed through shelves of bottles - no doubt searching for a cure-all potion that he had concocted in earlier years.

“I always have, you’ve just never noticed.” Arthur replied honestly.

Merlin sighed for the thousandth time that hour and stood up straight and returned to Arthur, bottle in hand. It was a small vial with opaque pink liquid filling less than a third of the bottle. He stood on the other side of the work bench and handed over the vial of anti-serum.

Wordlessly and without hesitation Arthur uncorked the bottle and drank his mouthful. Setting down the bottle, he leaned closer to Merlin, head propped up by his elbow, hand under chin, staring at Merlin patiently.

The Warlock also leaned closer, gold creeping into his eyes without a single incantation as he analysed Arthur’s reaction to the potion. The world seemed to hold its breath as it waited for the two men to get onto the same page.

“Well, am I really under an enchantment?” Arthur asked after a very long pause.

Merlin’s mouth fell open as his brow and eyes once again creased into tears.

“No… You aren’t.” Merlin managed to say, covering his face as he cried.

Arthur stood up and joined Merlin on the other side of the workbench. He pulled the shocked and relieved and sobbing Warlock into another hug. Both holding onto each other equally tight.

“I love you, Merlin.” Arthur promised his Warlock firmly.

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 4

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC X Theo

Genre : Angst and Fluff

TW: None

You opened the door, but a guard stepped in front of you, “We cannot let you out of your room by order of the Queen.” You rolled your eyes, “The Queen? My mother is going along with this?” The guard stood straight, “I apologize, your Highness.” Just as you sighed, Theo walked down the hall, “What’s the problem?” You huffed, “None of your business.” You went to close the door, but Theo stepped in front of the guard. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my betrothed. “I’ll allow it.” He stopped the door from shutting and pulled you towards him. “Let’s take a walk.” You looked at his face for the first time, noticing how blue his eyes were. Not like the sapphire blue Arthur’s were, but baby blue like the sky. “No, thank you! I’d rather be locked in my room. You tried to turn away. “We are to be married. We should at least get to know each other.”

You glared at him. “I’d rather not. You mind your business. I’ll mind mine.” He chuckled. “Look, my parents are forcing me into this as well. I’m not happy about it either, but it is what it is. I don’t want to be completely miserable, and what about children, huh? How are we supposed to produce children if we never talk?” She crossed her arms, “Children are not going to happen. What’s the point? It’s not like our imaginary children will be heir to the throne.” Theo shook his head. “You’re a difficult one, aren’t you? You do realize we have to consummate our marriage, correct?” You hadn’t thought of that. Would he be able to tell you had been intimate with someone before? That could be a serious problem. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“We aren’t truly married if we do not.” You took in a deep breath, “Even better. Get a mistress. I don’t care what you do.” He bit his lip, trying to think of ways to get you to communicate. “Okay, let’s not think about that right now. Can we start over by having a real conversation? Do you think you can do that?” All you kept hearing were your father’s words. “You have a duty to this country.” Out of energy to fight back, you resigned, knowing there was no point in fighting anymore. You had to accept your fate. “

Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “what do you want to talk about?” He gave you a sad smile. “I want us to get to know each other. For example, my favorite color is green; what’s yours?” He reached out his hand to guide you, and reluctantly, you accepted the walk. Usually, you would say blue, but it reminded you of Arthur’s eyes. You wanted to keep Arthur out of this and keep him locked tight in your heart, so picking the next best thing, you said softly, “Purple,” a smile spread on his face. “My mother had purple irises in her garden during the summer. It’s a nice color. Maybe we could go see them sometime. I bet she’d love to have us there.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing.

He was trying; you had to give him credit for that. After walking the castle grounds and having a light conversation, he stopped in the gardens, plucking a flower and twirling it in his fingers. He looked at you curiously, “What?” He stood up straight. “You don’t smile much, do you?” You looked up. “I guess not,” You licked your lips. “I hope that one day you will find happiness. Hopefully, with me.” He smiled, handing you the flower. You took it gently from his fingers, looking at the vibrant pink. “maybe,” you said. “It’s been a long day, Theo. I’d like to go to my room.” He smiled. “Sure, I’ll walk with you.” You shook her head. “No, it’s okay. The walk was nice, thank you.” He smiled. “Anytime,” You strolled to your room. The guards moved to the side to let you in, standing guard again as you closed the door.

You set the flower down on the vanity as you sat in front of the mirror. You unpinned your hair and let it fall past your shoulders. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, You blinked and closed your eyes tight. You brought your hands to your face and started crying, not just because of your broken heart but because Theo was actually nice. If you let yourself, perhaps you could learn to like being with him. The fact that you even thought that made your stomach turn. You collected yourself enough to get into your nightgown and climbed into bed, cuddling up against the pillows. You turned out the lights, staring into nothingness. Sleep was not happening, with so many thoughts swirling through your mind. You lit a candle, went to the window, and saw a few people walking around the castle grounds, including your sister and Theo. Grunting, you crossed your arms over the windowsill and looked down, seeing Arthur and Sebastian talking. Even just seeing him was heart-wrenching and you retreated back to your room.

Wanting to feel your presence, Arthur walked down the hall to your room, which was guarded by three guards. Since when had there been guards in front of your room?

Arthur furrowed his brows when he saw an inebriated Emile and Theo giggling as they walked down the hall. Curious, his eyes followed them with the feeling that they were being awfully flirty for a pair of soon-to-be in-laws. He squinted his eyes, feeling instantly irritated. You were both suffering, and for what? For your future husband to flirt with your own sister. He swallowed thickly, balled his fist up, and turned around, walking away briskly.

It was none of his business anymore. The sooner you got married, the better. Then, you both could carry on with your respective lives. “Argh!” Who was he kidding? He was hopelessly in love with you. What was going to happen when you came to visit? What about when you have children? And he has to sit on the sidelines and watch you be happy without him. Just as he was turning to leave in frustration, he heard your voice. “When I said you could get a mistress, I did NOT mean my own sister!” Emile looked over. “How are you out of your room? It’s guarded!” She glared at her sister.

“What does it matter? Look at you! Drunk and all over MY betrothed!” Emile swayed toward you. “You don’t even like him; you won’t give him the time of day.” She crossed her arms. “I’m trying!” You replied, “But this,“ You motioned towards the two of them, “Isn’t helping. This makes me angry.” Arthur stood still as he watched the interaction between the three of you. He could sense your irritation and walked forward. “Your Highness,” he bowed. Your heart hammered to have him so close. “Please join me for an evening walk.” Your brow furrowed. The pain of losing Arthur was too fresh to be in such proximity to him. You hardly even acknowledged him. “To hell with it !” You turned towards Theo and shook your head, the disappointment evident on your face. Then went back into your bedroom, slamming the door.

“I’m sorry, Theo. She can have an attitude.” Theo looked down, “I’m afraid we aren’t going to be very happy.” Emile grabbed his arm, and they began walking down the hall, with Theo looking dejected.

Arthur watched them walk away and then looked at the door before him. He sighed, then turned on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Arthur didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. The thrumming in his ears was making it hard to focus. What a mess. He didn’t want to send you off to be unhappy. But there wasn’t much he could do. What was he but the King’s scribe? He had no authority over who the Princess married.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, though. It was late, hoping nobody was around. Arthur climbed the roof up to her bedroom window. Softly rapping on it. You cocked your head to the side but got up nonetheless. Going to your window to investigate. Seeing Arthur there certainly startled you, but seemingly startling him as well, his foot slid, and he began to fall.

Pushing aside all your feelings as worry bubbled up, you opened the window. “Arthur!” You pulled onto his forearm to help steady him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered.

You helped pull him into the bedroom. You stood straight as he climbed in and looked at him, demanding answers. “I know we agreed to stay away from each other.” He sighed deeply, “But today...was rough.” You were silent, letting him speak his feelings. “I needed to come to see you.”

He took your hands in his, looking into your sparkling eyes. “Watching you being doted on by another man was like a sword in the heart. It was unbearable.” The expression on your face mirrored his, one of anguish and confusion.

He stroked your hair and looked at you tenderly. “We were never supposed to be together. Princesses don’t marry men like me, and now we’re being torn apart, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it!” Tears started stinging your eyes. “There’s nothing I can do either!” She let go of his hand to cup his cheek. “You, Arthur Conan Doyle, are and will always be the love of my life.” Arthur put his hand on the back of her neck, looking deeply into her eyes. “And you, Princess, are mine.” They put their foreheads together, wrapping their arms around each other. Instinctively closing their eyes to savor the sweet moment.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the door closing brought panic to both of them as they pulled apart quickly. “Could this be the reason the Princess has been so curt towards me? She’s in love with another man. And not just any man, but the King’s scribe.” She swallowed thickly. “Prince Theodourus ?” He smiled. “You have yourself in quite the predicament, dear Princess. I had come to your room to apologize. Instead, I find you in the arms of another man.” not knowing what to do, both Arthur and you stood there stunned. “Is this why you insisted I get a mistress? Because you were already planning on having one of your own?” She shook her head adamantly. “How would that work if we are literally countries away? I never had any intention--We broke it off before you arrived.” Theo raised an eyebrow and looked at you as if trying to read your thoughts. “Then what is happening here?” He motioned to the two of you. You swallowed thickly, “A moment of weakness. We will be wed soon and leave for your country, where I will leave him behind.” He crossed his arms and sighed. “We’re not off to a good start, hondje.”

She looked down at the floor dejectedly. “I know,” you said quietly. Theo stepped closer to her lifting her chin up with his finger. “This is no good. I can’t have my wife in love with someone else. This just won’t do.” Arthur pushed down the jealousy and the urge to push Theo away from her. “What are you going to do?” You asked as his eyes burned into yours.

“I’m going to help you.” you were baffled. “ What? Why?” Arthur spread a knowing smile upon his face. “It’s the other sister, isn’t it, mate?” Theo smiled. “Perhaps, but what is important right now is us getting out of this wedding.” In bewilderment, you looked at Theo, sizing him up. “What kind of cruel game are you playing? Do you take me for a fool?” Theo cocked his head to the side, “I do not. I am merely offering you your freedom.” You side-eyed him, trying to figure him out. “How do you suppose we get out of this? Ask really nicely? My parents won’t budge. Everything is in order.” Theo chuckled lightly, “I never said there wouldn’t be a wedding.”

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