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mooneeswrld · 3 months

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WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

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

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

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

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

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

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

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

wait…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

calm down (y/n).

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

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

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

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

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

“of course we will, I promise”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wait…

what did he said ??!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

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

shit…

*to be continued*

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ladykailitha · 2 days

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Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 7

I know, I know. I put out a chapter recently for this one. But it was the closest to being done after my elbow started feeling better so it got to go first.

In case anyone was curious, this is the song that the title is based on. It's from the musical The Scarlet Pimpernel and it's about the lead, Sir Percival Blankney trying to get his friends to help rescue nobles in France during the French Revolution.

Steve is going to have a very rough go of it for the next couple of chapters. but we're nearing the third season so that should be fun (it might get glossed over a bit for the sake of this story's plot, as it's more about Eddie and Steve then the events of the show).

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Steve was taking a break from doing homework to work on his next comic. This one was a little bit more dangerous to put to paper in the sense that even the dumbest agent would immediately know what he was referencing. Well maybe not immediately, but definitely by the end.

But to the people who didn’t know that underneath their feet was this massive alternate dimension filled with murderous monsters? It was the easiest to hide. Giant wolves in a junkyard? The spunky new character who had more sass in her pinkie than the entire rest of the Party combined and considering Dustin was in this one, that was saying something.

He was lettering his favorite exchange between Max and Dustin. Her calling Steve insane and Dustin saying that he was awesome.

He could be both.

Really, all he needed to do was finish up the lettering and he would done. Then he could actually give it to Eddie and not chicken out this time.

Last time, he had brought it over to show Eddie, but had gotten cold feet at the last minute. Not that it had mattered, the ever loving idiot that he was had left it at the trailer anyway.

He already had his note to Eddie explaining the real events behind the comic on the back. Again with the instruction to do away with that page after he had read it.

He really, really didn’t want either of them in trouble with the Feds.

Steve looked up at the clock and sighed. If he wanted to get his homework done, he’d have to get back to it. He knew he really didn’t have to work that hard, having graduation in the bag, but he couldn’t help try anyway.

Plus at least two of his teachers had threatened to prevent any student who slacked off in class from walking in graduation. And he didn’t doubt that a least two others would do it, too, they just hadn’t said the quiet part out loud.

He put aside his comic and pulled his history book closer to him. He sighed again when he saw that he had barely done two questions. He dug the palms of his hands into his eyes and rubbed them.

He could do this.

****

Steve had been invited to a couple of graduation parties, one from a couple drama geek friends and another from Lyle on the swim team. Was even hosting one of his own.

Thankfully none of the were on the same night and he could do all three. Eddie wasn’t going to any of the ones he’d been invited to. Including Steve’s.

And as much as that hurt, Steve understood. He didn’t think that he could stand there with people graduating, knowing that he wasn’t going to be on that stage with them.

****

Marty, Janice, and Steve were all standing in the corner at the drama club party, drinks in hand and wishing to be anywhere but there.

“I’m just saying,” Steve muttered for the tenth time since he got there, “that we pick up Eddie and some real booze, drive out to the quarry and get proper shitfaced.”

Marty rolled his eyes. “So you keep saying. But I can’t if my parents find out I’ve ditched the party, I’ll be grounded until I go to college.”

He took a sip of his punch and winced. It wasn’t even alcoholic. It was Sprite and Kool-aid. Lime Kool-aid, no less. With lemon/lime soda? At least use it to spike cherry or some shit.

Janice suddenly ducked behind Steve and hid her face into his back. “Shit, it’s Tammy Thompson.”

Tammy walked up to Steve and Marty.

“Hey, guys,” she said cheerfully. “Glad you two could make. I heard Janice was going to come, have either of you two fine fellas seen her? I wanted to talked to her about where’s she going to college, just to see about what her prospects were.”

Marty and Steve shared a glance and then Steve frowned.

“Yeah, sorry,” he said, “she did stop to chat with us briefly, but then she moved on.”

Tammy pouted. “Well thank you anyway.”

She wandered off and Janice hissed, “So you could degrade them and make sure not to apply there, because they were beneath you, you hell beast.”

Marty snorted.

Steve just shook his head. He dumped his almost full plastic cup into a nearby garbage. “You guys can stay here if you want, but I’m out of here. I’ve been to some pretty lame parties, but this one takes the cake.”

“I’m with you there,” Janice agreed. “How about you Mart? You coming?”

Marty winced again and looked around. The music wasn’t loud enough to be heard and they were standing pretty close to the speakers. The food was just chips and store bought cookies. The drink was nasty as hell.

“Come on,” Steve said gently tapping Marty’s elbow. “At least let me give you a ride home.”

Marty deflated and tossed his cup in after Steve’s. “You’ve got me there, man. Yeah. Let’s go.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

He led the way out to his bimmer and went to go dig out his keys out of his pocket when he was spun around roughly.

“Hey!” Janice cried.

Steve gulped. He was looking into the very furious and drunk face of Kyle Carver.

The asshole who had tried to sabotage Steve’s performance as Thomson in the school play by dumping water all over him.

He had been expelled and no doubt blamed Steve for that.

“It should have been me!” Kyle screamed in his face. “You ruined my life Harrington! You’ll pay! I’ll see to that!”

Then he took a swing at Steve. Steve managed to move to the side enough to have Kyle miss, but it was a near thing. He pushed Kyle’s chest.

“Back off, man!” he growled. “You ruined your own fucking life. You cheated on the audition, you tried to dump water all over me because you couldn’t get over the fact that I’m just better than you.”

He turned around to get into the car, but Kyle slammed his head into roof of the car. Marty and Janice screamed, hurrying to get over on the other side of the car.

Steve turned around and touched his forehead. His finger came away with blood. “You’re going to regret that, Carver.”

Kyle scoffed. “Billy told the team what an absolute pussy you are, Harrington. You couldn’t fight your way out a paper bag now that you don’t have that freak Munson around as your guard dog.”

Before Marty or Janice could stop him, Steve swung with everything he had.

CRACK!

Kyle stiffened like a board and went down.

Marty and Janice skidded to a stop to look down at the now unconscious Kyle Carver.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Marty asked in awe.

Steve wiped the blood off his forehead and spat on Carver. “What I should have done from the beginning. Take those assholes out. I was just afraid of what my dad would if I was caught fighting again after the incident with Byers.”

He gestured to Marty. “Come on, help me get this idiot off the side of the road.”

Steve lifted under his arms, while Marty and Janice moved him off onto the grass.

A passing sophomore saw them and made to open his mouth to scream.

“Hey, hey,” Steve said softly. “He’s just had a little too much to drink and hit his head. So why don’t you keep an eye on him for us.”

The sophomore nodded and the three of them slipped into Steve’s car, Janice at the wheel.

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Eddie opened his trailer door and looked down at the trio of them getting out of Steve’s car.

“And just what did you two do to my boyfriend?”

Janice laughed and waved her hand at Steve’s smeared with blood forehead with a grin. “This? Oh this is nothing. You should see the other guy.”

Eddie sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “What other guy?”

“Kyle Carver tried to get in Steve’s face and smashed his head onto the roof of the bimmer. So Steve here, just turns around and lays him out flat. It’s a good thing I could tell he was breathing, because holy shit, did Kyle go down hard.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve.

Steve shrugged. “It’s the reason I don’t get into fights. I don’t know my own strength.”

The other three looked at him in a mixture of shock and awe.

“Get your ass in here,” Eddie huffed. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

Steve, Marty, and Janice made it up the steps and Eddie held open the door for them to all file through.

Steve sat down on a kitchen chair so Eddie could have a look at him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, sweetheart,” he murmured on his way to the bathroom.

He came out moments later with a large first aid kit and a damp wash cloth.

“Wow,” Steve said as Eddie set the kit on the counter. “You’re med kit is almost as impressive as mine.”

Wayne, who had been sitting on his recliner this whole time, snickered. “Eddie was very accident prone when he first hit puberty. All limbs and no idea where to put them. Plus, the bullying. I got the best I could afford just to keep up on it all.”

Eddie blushed a deep red as he wiped off Steve’s forehead. “The cut isn’t that bad, head wounds just bleed a lot. You’ll get more of a bruise than anything else.”

Steve nodded.

“I get why Eddie has an extensive med kit,” Marty huffed. “But why do you have an extensive med kit, Steve?”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “I babysit six barely teenagers. One plays basketball and another skateboards. Plus, there’s Dustin who is just a walking disaster because he always has to be right and has absolutely no fucks to give to his general surroundings.”

Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes. That was a really good description of Dustin if he was honest. He liked the kid. He did. But low wisdom and high intelligence made for quite the disaster.

Janice nodded. “Yeah. I could see that. My little brother rollerskates and he is a menace on wheels I swear to god.”

Eddie finished putting on the band-aid and then kissed Steve forehead better.

“I’m sorry Carver was an ass,” he said packing away the first aid kit. “But I’m glad you won.”

“Steve told some kid to watch Carver because he was drunk and passed out,” Janice said gleefully. “So even if he does remember the encounter he knows he can’t say shit because then he’d have to admit to assaulting Steve first.”

Eddie kissed Steve again, this time on the cheek. “My super clever boyfriend.”

Wayne grunted as he got to his feet. “Come on, Marty and Janice,” he muttered. “I’ll take you home. I don’t trust this idiot to drive.”

“Hey!” Steve and Eddie protested together.

Wayne just shook his head as if they proved his point.

Janice and Marty said their goodbyes and followed Wayne out.

“Let’s get you some aspirin and into bed, darlin’,” Eddie cooed.

Steve nodded and followed Eddie into the bedroom.

He stripped down to his underwear and climbed under the covers. As he drifted off, he smiled softly to himself. It was nice to be taken care of for a change.

Just before he fell into a deep sleep, he felt a warm hand card through his hair and a soft kiss on his hair.

“Sleep well, Stevie.”

****

In case you guys don't remember, Kyle is the one that got suspended when he tried sabotage Steve's performance as Sec. Thomson in the musical 1776.

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teefscrubz · 1 year

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Sitting across from one another with the fire crackling between them, the knights are just occupying themselves with idle chatter as they always do, Arthur nattering on about whatever parry or thrust or whatnot they must work on in training when they get home.

Except they all one by one send glances in Merlin's direction, noticing more specifically how the manservant doesn't seem to stop shooting glares towards young Sir Mordred. Sir Mordred, however, isn't as subtle with his glances, instead staring slack-jawed at Merlin outright, for an increasingly long time. Elyan is the first to bring it up with a chuckle, nudging the young knight's side.

"Hey, I reckon Mordred has a little crush."

Merlin scoffs, turning to continue his previously abandoned chore of polishing Excalibur, while Arthur snickers at the thought. "Well, of course he does," The King hums idly, "He's only young. I wonder, Sir Mordred, which lady of Camelot have you taken fancy to?"

"I think our fair lady is with us right now." Percival grins, catching on fast to what Elyan was suggesting. With wiggling eyebrows, he jerks his head towards Merlin, who is actively ignoring all of them by now. Poor Mordred is sinking into his seat on an overturned log, face flushing furiously with embarrassment.

"Emrys.. Emys, it isn't true, please tell them to stop.."

Merlin darent flinch at the voice echoing in his head, instead shooting Mordred a warning glare in response. "Well, perhaps you should stop staring at me, then."

"Ohhh, they're staring so intensely. Kiss already!" Gwaine croons, "The tension is too much!"

It is now that Arthur looks up, dumbfounded as he glances between Mordred and Merlin in horror. His lip curls in disgust. "Mer-lin? Your crush is on this bloody idiot?"

Mordred can't help but simply stare out of fascination. How can Emrys, Magic Incarnate, polish swords and stoke fires?! It's blasphemous to him, if not insane! He shrinks back with a groan, pouting at his feet as the knights continue to poke fun.

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queer-ragnelle · 2 months

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hello!! i am pretty new to tumblr so still finding my way around, and part of my current project was going to be looking into fandom space to see how some of the word of mouth and online space mimics oral storytelling. i am especially looking at villains in arthuriana and fan interpretations and headcanons for this, so any advice of where to look hereabouts would be really lovely!! ty for your time and hope you have a great day!!

Hi anon! Welcome!

Honestly I'm at a bit of a loss where to even begin. The scope of Arthuriana and what constitutes a "villain" is so vast. There are the obvious Black Knights and usurping nephews, but even those characters have more than their fair share of morally gray/nuanced portrayals depending on where you look. Medieval literature in and of itself was varied even before we get into modern interpretations and the far reaching corners of fandom. I think in regards to this, it might help to narrow your scope to specific "villainous" characters—Morgan le Fay, Sir Mordred, False Guinevere, Sir Meleagant, and the mysterious Knights of Green and Red and Black.

There's also the matter of where you intend to make the cut off. What constitutes "canon" character interpretation? Where does "canon" end and fan extrapolation begin? To my mind, personally, anything after the Middle Ages falls into the "modern" category, which would include Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Idylls of The King on our end of the divide. Speaking for myself, I don't devalue any interpretation based solely on the era of it's inception. If Sir Thomas Malory wrote in Le Morte d'Arthur that Sir Gareth married Lyonesse, then it is so. But when Tennyson claims that, no, Sir Gareth married the Savage Damosel Linet, then he is also correct. Each iteration is it's own self-contained world and anything is possible within that framework. So it is for "villains," as well.

But that said, the beauty of Arthuriana is that each new addition to the literary tradition (and I include films, TV shows, video games, comics, and every other conceivable medium) builds on what came before. I don't necessarily enjoy or recommend them all, but there's definitely a connection from one retelling to the next. In John Boorman's Excalibur (1981), Percival is first revealed as a strange boy wandering the forest who happens upon Lancelot sleeping. Percival is captivated by him. He endears himself to the knight by waking him with the smell of meat he hunted and roasted especially for him. From there, he's brought back to Camelot to begin working under Kay in the kitchens and eventually rises to knighthood. When I first saw this, I was elated. "It's just like in The Adventures of Sir Lancelot!" Go back thirty more years. In The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-1957), there's a character named Brian, a kitchen boy. After Lancelot helps end the siege that was threatening the castle Brian worked at, he begins following Lancelot around, and one morning, cooks breakfast for the knight. By the end of the episode, Lancelot has all but adopted him, and enrolls him in lessons to begin his squiredom, and eventually, achieve knighthood. Sound familiar?

Could it be that John Boorman, as a child, watched The Adventures of Sir Lancelot, saw what they did with their Brian/Gareth hybrid, and said, "I like that idea, I think I'll use it for Percival." To me, Boorman drawing on that 50s show for his own work is no different than Tennyson building on what Malory had done, who in his own turn wrote from the Post Vulgate.

Now we come to the present day. Bloggers share these stories. We quote the texts. I stream movies and TV shows every weekend in the Arthurian Theater Server. We make connections from one creation to the next. You can see the web of inspirations all interconnecting. Then we branch off into our own new interpretations based on the foundations of these creations that came before. I don't know how popular an opinion this is, but I think that goes beyond "head canon," because there is no canon. Arthuriana is a continuously flowing font made up of tiny beads of details. The stories can only function with the existence of the others. It's not derivative in the same sense as one drawing a little too heavily from their favorite childhood fantasy novel. This tradition dates back hundreds of years. We're just continuing it with the technology of our time.

You want to focus on "villains." But I wonder—Is Morgan le Fay's character beholden to a specific source? How do we determine what that is? If one chooses to write Morgan le Fay sympathetically, or even outright benevolent, is she still a "villain?" Is she still Morgan le Fay? Personally, I think we should respect what came before us, and consider how that impacts the new addition we intend to create. Change Morgan too much and she ceases to be recognizable as Morgan, and I'm here to read about Morgan! I think it's important to maintain the same resonance which has kept us interested for so many centuries. And yet the basis for sweeping changes is all around us. Just as Morgan plotted to kill Arthur and seize his throne, she also rode by his side in the boat to Avalon, where he sleeps still. The range of possibilities is vast beyond imagination. So go wild and get creative, I'm not your mom.

I don't know if that answers your questions or not lol. You're welcome to send me another ask or a private message if you want to talk more.

I also open up this question to my followers for a larger sample size—What do you guys think?

Thanks for the ask and have a great day!

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dreamland-academy · 13 days

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I chose my daughter for the @kirbyoctournament

Meet Princess Fijn!! She is named after SnowTheDemonFox's oc

Fijn’s Family (full names involved!!):

Queen Cerulenne Misty Ripple-Aquamarine (Mother)

Prince Mizu Blanche Ripple-Aquamarine (Oldest Brother)

Princess Mizt Coralie Ripple-Aquamarine (Mizu’s twin sister)

Princette Koi Calico “Sushi” Oceania (Fijn and her siblings’ adopted sibling, former cousin)

Princess Fijn Marina Ripple-Aquamarine

Fijn was a princess in an underwater kingdom called Eclipsara.

Her father passed away when she was a dolphin calf.

When Fijn was around 6 years old, she met a dragon-puffball boy named Atlas. She saved him when he was drowning in the water. Fijn brought Atlas to her mother, hoping the queen would help him. Cerulenne didn’t accept him since he was from Halcandra.

A few years later, when she was a teenager, she met Atlas again. They became friends, and one day, Fijn approached her mother and asked her if she could marry him, but Cerulenne said no.

Fijn wanted to still be friends with Atlas, but her family (except Sushi) didn’t respect him. But she was still secretly friends with Atlas anyway.

When she got older (Now 21), she (and Atlas) joined the Galaxy Soldier Army and befriended the rest of the members.

THE END!!

Personality:

Fijn is very sweet and cheerful. She’s nice to people, even people who are mean to her

Fijn doesn’t know how to do/use a lot of things

Nicknames:

Finny/Finn (Anyone)

Fijn Wijn (Sniper Knight)

Princess Fijn/Your Highness (Meta Knight)

Marina (Atlas, rarely)

Other Facts:

Fijn’s birthday is October 10th

Fijn doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s a princess

Fijn and Atlas are (literally) friends with benefits but they deny it

Fijn didn’t like how reckless Mizu was when he was younger

Fijn’s name means “Fine” in Dutch

Fijn and her family speak Dutch

Fijn is low-key scared of Sir Falspar/Percival

Fijn’s favorite color is white (even though it’s not a color but she likes it)

Fijn sometimes talks in her sleep

Fijn’s catchphrase is “Watch your back”

Fijn convinced everyone (except Meta Knight) that her royal crown was just an accessory

Fijn pretends that she’s a vegetarian, but she’s not

The End 🐬

#kirby oc #fijn the dolphin princess #please vote for her #i love her #with all my heart #Princess Fijn #plz dont come for me #i got permission from snow #thank you in advance #goodbye!!#i speak #i post #i still need a new name for this one #i ramble #Dreamland-Academy

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DuLac AU!

The AU where little twins Percival and Lamorak adopt their new playmate Galahad as a brother, and Galahad’s dad Lancelot as their Dad!

- Percival, Lamorak, and Galahad are all essentially the same age!

- Percival and Lamorak are twins! Aside from the fur color, the other big significant different between them is that Lamorak has a beak and Percival has ears.

- Percival and Lamorak’s father is Sir Pellinore the Gryphon. He is tasked with catching the elusive Questing Beast, so he is hardly ever at Camelot Castle. So Lamorak and Percival were being essentially raised by nannies and tutors, until they became too big and wild to control so they just kinda... run around.

- Percival has fire powers, and Lamorak has wind powers- which they can’t really control very well, but used to exploit to the fullest. Lancelot is helping them train to control their powers. Galahad has psychic powers, too, so he is uniquely well-equipped to deal with powerful kids.

- Lancelot also hates being cooped up in the castle and goes on adventures frequently- he just brings his kids along with him. No better teacher than experience, and they know to get out of his way.

- This Lancelot leans more on the feral, Shadow side of characterization- he’s impulsive, gruff, seems incredibly annoyed and done with his kid’s antics.... but he does genuinely love them and care for them very much. He’s fiercely protective of them, a very “yeah, they’re annoying brats but they’re *my* brats” attitude.

- All the kids want their Daddy’s eyeshadow, so every morning, he has to put some red paint around their eyes so they’ll leave him alone. (If he doesn’t they’ll do it themselves with whatever red thing they find in the castle.)

#satbk #sonic and the black knight #SatBK AU #DuLac AU #satbk sir lancelot #satbk galahad #satbk lamorak #satbk percival #dadow #dadcelot #achirping #family #shadow the hedgehog #Silver the Hedgehog #Blaze the Cat #Jet the Hawk #silly AU i love so much lmao #this lancelot is affectionately known as cowlick lancelot ebcause of that dumb swirl lol thank u Essy i am blaming u for that haha

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selene-and-the-cold · 7 months

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Taking a Ride (OCs, M/M)

Good evening, snzblr.

I successfully talked myself into fleshing out that Victorian carriage ride scenario a bit more. In a perfect universe, I would take enough time to make it the perfect fic. In that universe, I would write a first draft, then edit this, let it rest for a few more days, then re-edit, and edit some more until it was perfect, but since these past few weeks are the first time I've written anything in AGES and I don't trust this muse to be around forever, I am currently working on the premise: getting it done "ok" is better than getting nothing done at all.

Therefore, I do present the very fresh and un-beta-ed version of this little ficlet, featuring two spanking new OCs Silas and Albert, who did not exist 12 hours ago, yet here they are, making out in a carriage.

Thank you so much @empresskaze for solving my name-conondrum. I literally spent half the day not writing, but fussing over the name for one of the main characters and probalby wouldn't have gotten anything done if it weren't for your wonderful suggestion!

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Taking a Ride

"Alright, but you've got to promise to be quiet, Bertie“ Lord Silas admonished, and was rewarded with another giggle from his dear friend the Honorable Sir Albert Percival Wardington. Perhaps they should have left their Gentlemen's Club one drink sooner when Albert had still been mainly sober. But it was no use lamenting now that the damage had been done and Albert sat opposite him in the carriage, all tipsy giggles.

"My coachman has excellent hearing, so we've got to be quiet to be discreet.“

"I know, I knowwwww, I'll be as quiet as a mouse, you can trust me, Sy, I promise!,“ Albert declared, then pretended to lock his lips with an invisible key, hiccuped and giggled once again.

“Alright, I believe you. You are in luck that I've been missing you so terribly while you were away on business in Cardiff, my dear Albert... Otherwise I might not have agreed to take you back to your town house in my carriage with me tonight.”

Albert sniffled thickly. “Mbuch obliged...”

“Ah, but I presume I have to come over to your side of the carriage, my dear,” Silas mused, “Otherwise this wouldn't be a true reunion, would it~ ?”

It was scandalous enough as it was that Albert was so visibly, undeniably tipsy, but now to be sharing his carriage with him, doing what they were... well... planning to do? Many a good God-fearing Christian matron would be utterly scandalised.

Fortunately, no good God-fearing Christian matrons were present at the moment, so Silas proceeded to sit on Albert's lap, straddling him, and holding his silken cravat as a kind of rein to keep himself steady.

„Now Bertie, that's much better, isn't it?“

Albert nodded, then sniffled suddenly and rubbed his nose against his palm before he answered.

"Mbuch better. You were so very far away all evening, especially during that awfully boring game of charades.“

"Alas, they assigned me to the other team or else we could have been seated next to each other,“ Silas agreed, making himself comfortable on Albert's lap. Albert grinned, his gaze only a little bit out of focus, then grabbed Silas' buttocks to steady him as well as to make up for all the time without the opportunity of touching each other. Silas gave a little high-pitched squeal, at which Albert tutted. "Sshhhhh.... you've got to be quiet, Sy, or your coachman will hear you! snfff Don't you remember?“

Silas playfully swatted Albert's shoulder at his reprimanding words. "Oh, you! Perhaps you should attempt finding a way to ensure that I'll be quiet from now on, then...”

"With pleasure,“ Albert murmured, his lips so close to Silas's that he could feel his hot, urgent breath crest against them. Albert smelled of brandy, lavender and sandalwood, topped off with some of the cigar-smoke that permeated the Gentlemen's club, and that special something Silas couldn't quite place, but that was Albert's very own scent, which reminded Silas of long walkds through the forest. In short – like a heady, absolutely delicious mix.

The next thing he knew, Albert closed the gap between them and kissed him passionately, hot lips burning against his, while Albert's fingers dug a little deeper into his buttocks.

Silas smirked into their kiss as he could feel Albert's reaction to his closeness grow underneath himself. It seemed that Albert could not restrain himself as good as he usually could while he was tipsy. Or perhaps Albert had missed him just as much as Silas had missed Albert.

“Careful, we cannot afford getting too carried away. You need to be in a state that allows you to leave the carriage as a respectable man once we arrive at your town house,” Silas admonished still the voice of reason despite how much he wanted Albert. It had been weeks since they'd spent a night together. Silas longed for Albert's familiar weight next to him in bed, but it was tricky to steal a night for themselves without it being too obvious. Fortunately, they were both bachelors, so there were only neighbours and servants to worry about, not wives.

“Mmhmm.. I don't want to be respectable,”Albert protested, sloppily kissing a trail down Silas' neck. “I want to be thoroughly wanton and outrageously indecent-...ehh....hehh... Heh'SSHHuH!”

Without much warning, Albert had sneezed all over Silas's neck, who sat stock-still for a moment, his pulse throbbing in his veins. Hell's teeth, this had felt surprisingly good.

“B- Bless you,” Silas stammered after a few moments, relaxing once more.

“I'b sorry...” Albert sniffled thickly against his neck, his voice sounding decidedly stuffy all of a sudden. “I think I caught a bit of a chill id Cardiff. It was ghastly cold 'n rainy while I was there.. Hehhh....ESSHhhTsshU! Ugh... pardon mbe.”

Another sneeze muffled right into Silas, who sighed in a sudden bout of pleasure, then pulled away afterwards to take a proper look at Albert's sniffly face. This close, he could see the dark circles under Albert's beautiful blue eyes, and the slight touch of pink around the edges of his nose.

“Mhm.. it seems you did indeed catch a chill, my dear Bertie,” Silas cooed, taking Albert's face in his hands to study it with more scrutiny. ”Judging from the way you look, it is no small chill, either... but don't fret, I'll keep you warm and distracted until you're home~”

With that, Silas tugged at Albert's cravat to reel him in for another kiss, deep and slow this time. A little voice in the back of his head told him that sticking his tongue down the throat of a sick man was probably not the best idea, but this was his Bertie, who had been gone for far too long and who was in dire need of some comfort, so sod all the qualms about getting sick as well.

The carriage rumbled over the cobblestone streets while the two men continued to kiss and caress in the back of it. Hands and mouths traveled through soft hair and warm skin, dipped under folds of expensive fabric to explore, tease, and tickle as the two men celebrated their reunion.

A few times, Silas had to shush Albert, whose usually calm demeanour somehow melted away in the throws of passion. So much so that Silas had had to resort to stuffing a cravat in Albert's mouth once before. Fortunately, no such measures had to be taken today, and Albert could be silenced by hushing and kisses alone.

As the carriage rolled over a particularly bumpy part of road, all the jostling created an interesting friction between Silas' and Albert's laps, their bodies rubbing delightfully against each other. Albert giggled yet again, then bucked his hips with Silas on top of him, before he asked with a most seductive little pout: “Dod't you think you could sndeak out of the carriage and come home with mbe, Sy? Just for tonight?”

Albert's voice was heavy with congestion by now, and he had barley finished his question, when a pitiful sneeze shuddered through him, sending both himself and Silas a little forward in his seat.

“Hehh'ERRrrSSHHU'!!!”

“Mhm, bless you again,” Silas purred, pulling a fine handkerchief from his suit pocket to dab at Albert's nose. It had started to run considerably at some point during their heated kisses, but there simply just had not been the right moment to take care of it. Silas had been far too distracted by Albert's hands, lips, teeth, and tongue all over him. Now that things calmed down a bit, Silas took a moment to take in Albert's features. He was quite pale, except for he wonderful blush that their shenanigans and perhaps the slightes touch of fever had painted on his cheeks. He looked utterly delicious and adorable and Silas regretted more than anything that he would have to decline.

“I'm afraid I can't, Bertie. There is an important meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning. My father wrote to inform me that he'll travel down from our country estate to meet me tomorrow morning. Apparently, he wants to have a word regarding some urgent business. I'm sure it's terribly boring, but I am obliged to attend.”

Being a second son, Silas mostly had the pleasure and leasure to do as he pleased. No one excpected him to marry and produce an heir. This was all taken care of by his older brother Reginald, thank God! In fact, no one expected anything much of him, but Silas was not the type of person to waste his life away in complete idleness, so he took an interest in the family affairs and supported his father and brother in running the family estate as well as managing their land and tenants.

“Besides, I do belive you should take some time to rest, my dear. If I were to join you, you'd surely not get remotely as much rest as this cold of yours demands.”

Albert pouted, then sniffled dramatically, congestion shifting audibly as he did.

“Promise you'll get plenty of rest tomorrow?,” Silas asked softly, cupping Albert's cheek. Their joined carriage ride was almost over as the carriage had just turned into Albert's street.

“Only if you prombise to visit mbe od mby sickbed as soon as that dastardly business with your father is done and dealt with.”

“I will, I promise,” Silas assured, then stole one last tender kiss before the carriage began to slow down.

The two men hastily smoothed away any signs of disarray from their clothes as well as their faces, so that Albert emerged a few moments later from the carriage with his usual mask of bland disinterest in place, seeming for all the world that nothing noteworthy had happened that night – except for a few too many drinks and the early stages of a terribly contagious headcold.

#Colds #Snz #Basically two guys getting it on in a carriage while one of them is coming down with a cold #my writing #Silas x Albert #OCs #tipsy snz #contagion

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earlgreyinpajamas · 11 months

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How about a Merthur post reveal but from a knights perspective? Like, maybe Leon’s inner monologue for processing that Merlin has magic and used it around them?

Idk something like that?

Bosom Friends by NamelesslyNightlock (@quietlyapocalyptic), Rabentochter

The Knights of Camelot have discovered Merlin’s secret—and in doing so they realise that in order to help their friend keep his happiness, they’re going to have to get him away from Arthur. Gwaine’s pretty confident they can manage it, but nothing goes quite the way he expects.

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this is in gwaine's perspective + arthur knows before he does

2. to crown a king with sunlight by Fleetling

"Breath, Percival," Lancelot says. "What can you live with doing?"

Percival breathes out. He thought it would be painful, scraping and aching on the way out like it did on the way in. It doesn't. It's smooth, fearful but painless.

"It's the third key on the ring," he says, and deposits the whole mess of keys in Gwaine's hand. "Tell Arthur he's my King. Tell Arthur I don't want to carry any more torches to any more pyres."

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arthur era let's go!

3. like the rushing footfalls of a dozen knights by MarshmalowMilkshake

Sir Leon just happens to be in the right place, at the right time… Three times.

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:(( i just want to give merlin a hug

#merthur #bbc merlin #merthur fic rec #merthur fic recs #merthur fanfic #merlin #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur kiss #arthur knows about merlins magic #magic reveal fic #merlin's magic revealed #magic reveal #magic revealed

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mintydeluxes-blog · 2 months

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Man to Engine

The story is that both controllers of northern railways suddenly became engines. With no knowledge of how to change back Decide to keep it a secret in hope they figure out how until then, they now live their lives with their engine, but controlling over the railway isn't the same a riding among it rails ( Please note this is mostly from the tv series)

Bertrem the Stanier black 5 aka Sir Topem Hat: When he turned into an engine, he'd definitely freaked out. Especially since he's a lot bigger than he ever was as a human.

But once he calmed down, he looked at things from a logical standpoint and used the opportunity to work with his engine he is strict but funny and fair. He cares for his engines like his own kids. Normally, he's also their authority figure, but the engine see him as a bossy boiler. Regardless, He doesn't stand bullies and is more willing to face anyone if anything happens to his engines

He can't be forgetful at times if not a bit hasty, but he knows better than to cause confusion and delay

Peregrine the narrow gauge engine, aka Mr. Percival: When he woke up, he was literally screaming. because he was blind as a bat and can't feel his arms. It wasn't until Sir handel found him in an abandoned shed. Once he's calmed down and realized that he became an engine, well, he was pretty hesitant but willing to work. He is a lot like sir topem hat As he also see the engines as his sons. But he remains Stern and focuses on the job ahead, yet he is worried about who is taking his place at the moment.

#ttte sir topham hatt #ttte mr percival #ttte #ttte thomas #ttte fanart #ttte edward #aeg ttte #ttte au #ttte enginized #ttte trainized #ttte james ttte edward #ttte thomas ttte percy

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fabianvalencia561 · 1 year

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- before

D10: *He looks at Mr Percival.* Well since Proteus is dealing with the little ones..... You come with me sir...

*D10 begins to walk towards garage.*

Mr Percival: **he was obviously confused but he followed him.**

D10: *he was quiet for a bit until he stopped and looked at Mr Percival** We need to get you ready to leave.

Mr Percival: ?????- *he was very confused about what D10 was talking about*

D10: *he laughed a bit and sighs*

D10: We are going to take you to your family..... They're leaving Sodor as also many others..... Because of the corrupt.... But we need to hurry because there's only limited time......

Mr Percival: !!!!!!- *He almost didn't believe it.... Why?... How...? How could his family still accept him as the monster he became?*

D10: I told your wife and children even about what happened to you and.... They are very worried about you.... They want you to go to the mainland with them.... They miss you...

Mr Percival: *he wanted to speak but he didn't even try... His vocal cords were too destroyed* .....

D10: Though... I'm not going to drop you off to them...someone else is going to-

*A knock on the door interrupt D10 from talking.*

D10: Ah!- That must be him.... *He opens the door.*

D10: Hey Jerry..... *He smiles a bit.* I'm glad you're here.... You ready?

Jerry: Yeah... Is Percival ready?

D10: Uhm.... *He looks at Mr Percival* ..... I believe so... You ready sir?

Mr Percival: ..... *He slowly nods his head*

Jerry: *he quickly nods his head* Alright..... Come on Percival...

*Eventually Jerry and Mr Percival get to the Station. Gordon was there waiting for many passengers to get on the coaches.*

Jerry: Alright.... Mr Percival.... Let's get you to the coaches... But first I want to ask.... How did you get your face back? ..... I remember.... When you were all.... Skeletal....

Mr Percival: ..... *He thought to himself: I wish I could but I can't....(He tried to repeat the same things again but it was just a low scream and growl)*

Jerry:???- What are you talking about I can understand you.... You are just speaking in corrupted..... Now.... May you answer my question please?

Mr Percival: *he was stunned almost* ..... (huh..... Yeah..... Proteus.... He made this..... Actually he's been helping out quite a bit from what I heard.... And seen....

Jerry: *His face almost quickly turned into a very upset look* huh.... And he helped everyone else but ..... my wife....

Mr Percival: !!- (What?...What do you mean..?.)

Jerry: .....Hehe... Damnit... *He was pissed off even though he was trying to calm down.* ..... He thought that I didn't know that they were watching me.... With my son and wife.... On her deathbed.... HE JUST WATCHED ME SEE HER DIE! MY FATHER AS WELL!! THEY BOTH WATCH ME AND MY SON WATCH HER DIE!!!!! *He was getting very stressed and angry.*

*Mr Percival tried to calm down Jerry but when he did Jerry grabbed him by the wrist and threw him to the ground. Jerry hiss loudly as his anger, sadness, and grief took over of him.*

Jerry: I HAD TO FUCKING WATCH HER DIE WHILE HE HELP AND HEALED EVERYONE ELSE!!!! *He used all his anger and grabbed Mr Percival's face and used all his strength and then.. ripped.... Mr Percival's face was ripped off.* IF I HAD TO SUFFER FROM MY WIFE'S DEATH THEN YOU SUFFER FROM HAVING NO FACE!!!!

Mr Percival: *he screamed in pain as the nerves that were connected to his face ripped bit by bit...*

*People around the station heard the yelling and began to look in the direction near the entrance of the station many started to scream and panic as they saw the true monster that Jerry was and he has done to poor Mr Percival Gordon also look and he was stunned he couldn't even move almost he was actually afraid of this. Not just because Jerry ripped off the face of Mr Percival but also what an actual monster Jerry was.*

Jerry: *he backed up.* It isn't fair.... It isn't fair... Wait... What am I doing!?..... What have I done to him...........No... I need to do this..... *He looked at Mr Percival and grabbed his gun* I need to end this.... Because ...because no one is going to accept you they only see you now as a monster if I kill you now you don't have to worry about that later on..... *Jerry was basically on the verge of going fully insane he was basically talking to himself at this point a mad man holding a gun to someone that has no idea why he's even acting like this.*

....

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte corrupted au #ttte humanoid #ttte proteus #ttte d10 #ttte humanized #ttte jerry #ttte Percival #Mr Percival #the small controller #ttte crovan #tw blood #tw blo0d #tw gore #tw face horror #face ripping off

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rapha-reads · 2 years

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do you have any merthur fic recommendations that have happy endings?

Do I ever ! Strap on, I've got quite the list.

Tagged Angst With A Happy Ending :

Take A Letter, Merlin by Caledonia/@iamcaledonia (7870 words, Modern Era)

Arthur is an emotionally repressed workaholic who is unhappily married. Merlin is his loyal and competent personal assistant. One Monday, Merlin comes to work to find that, over the weekend, Arthur has dictated a letter for Merlin that is about to change both of their lives. A song fic inspired by the 1969 classic, 'Take A Letter, Maria' by R. B. Greaves.

Kiss Today Goodbye, by Cithara/@citharaposts (5337 words, Canon Era, Divergence from s02e13)

When Arthur regains consciousness in time to hear Merlin confront the dragon, his world is turned on its head by the revelations that follow.

Turning the Page, by @schweetheart and @queerofthedagger (19050 words, Canon Divergence, Epistolary)

Without intending to, Arthur pushes Merlin just one step too far. Now he's left without his manservant but a hundred questions, a world of hurt, and guilt that clings to him like a shadow. Well, and a notebook filled with drawings because apparently, Merlin can draw on top of being a sorcerer. No matter how often Arthur tells himself that he just wants to forget, he can't help but come back to the collection of sketches and notes, a chronicle of all that Merlin has done.

Maybe their story isn't quite over yet.

The Knights of the Table, by DrJackAndMissJo/@drjackandmissjo (9198 words, Modern Era, Food Critic and Chef AU)

'Can you even believe this guy?" Gwaine asked, offended and almost breathless as he popped himself on Percival’s counter. There was no need for any of the other men to ask who he was talking about. Everyone knew about the devilish creature that wrote the restaurant and food reviews on Camelot Weekly. “What makes you even think it’s a guy?” asked Lance as he took the newspaper from the Irish man, “I’m pretty sure that it is a demon sent straight from hell to torture all of us!”

Tagged Happy Ending :

Hope On A Tuesday Afternoon, by arsenicandsunshine (8985 words, Modern Era, Housemates, Idiots in Love, Getting Together)

Arthur likes his life. Why wouldn't he? Nice flat, all to himself, stable job. Friends. Yep, he's set all right. Or, he is until he ends up with an unexpected flatmate. Merlin certainly does have a knack for turning Arthur's life upside down.

a long, long day, by @oncefutureemrys (1237 words, Canon Era, Secret Relationship, baths and massages)

Merlin was beyond tired of it all. He just wanted one moment where… it could be just him. Just him and Arthur, just the two of them, without the rest of the world interfering. But alas, Merlin was no normal person and neither was Arthur, and the chances of them having a regular day were almost as likely as Uther deciding to stop hating magic. So, he walked into Arthur’s room, ready for more late night chores, a slight slump in his posture. To anyone else, it would seem as if he was perfectly fine, usual Merlin just slightly tired from a long day’s work. But Merlin knew it was a bit more than that. And so did Arthur, apparently, because when he stumbled in, he found the idiot sitting casually behind his desk, an air of amusement and playfulness surrounding him, a teasing grin forming on his stupid, stupid (handsome) face. Or: Merlin's had a long day, so Arthur takes care of him.

Suffering in Silence, by TheCourtSorcerer/@tcs-main (3205 words, Canon Divergence, Sir Leon-The-Long-Suffering, POV Leon)

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to say something. He couldn’t keep silent anymore. Day in, day out… The constant borderline scandalous looks, the barely concealed innuendos, the incredibly unsubtle touches, all of it! He was going to lose his mind. How could two people be so blind?! So, that’s what led him to the tavern that night, across from Gwaine, a hint of regret tugging at his mind that he steadfastly ignored. “Okay… How do we get them together?”

Secrets & Lies, by LiGi/@little-ligi (13333 words, Canon Era, Divergence, Arthur Finds Out, Protective Arthur, Friends to Lovers)

Arthur had finally put his finger on it. The thing that had made Merlin stand out, the thing that had intrigued him about the boy ever since the first time he’d met him. The thing that was going to get him killed… Merlin had magic. Not only had it, but used it freely all the bloody time. It was only a matter of time before someone saw him do it, and then they’d report him to the king and Merlin would be dragged out into the courtyard and executed. Well, not if Arthur had anything to do about it. Mid series one, Arthur, for once not being totally oblivious, discovers that Merlin has magic. The problem is, having magic gets people killed and Arthur very much prefers Merlin alive. It turns out making sure nobody sees Merlin do magic is rather a full-time job however...

A Universe Which Freely Gives, by @psychotic-fangirl369 (26455 words, Post Canon, Reincarnation, Arthur Returns, Getting Together)

Arthur returns… but because of a series of unlikely events (and perhaps a bit of morose dragging of feet because he can't bring himself to believe the signals), Merlin misses the boat. By the time he makes it to the lake, signs of Arthur abound but Arthur is nowhere to be found. Magical tracking being less reliable than one might think, when Merlin finally does manage to find him Arthur is bizarrely well-adjusted, living in a flatshare in London with roommates who think he's batty but mostly harmless, and working an improbable job. Enter: Merlin, who Arthur absolutely is not expecting to still be alive.

So Where Are My Flowers?, by @tehfanglyfish (1365 words, Canon Era, Pining, Flowers, Magic Reveal)

A question asked as a joke leads to years of fresh flowers waiting for Arthur each morning until the one day he almost screws things up.

Balancing the Scale, by sunsetmoonrise (20528 words, 5+1, Canon Era Divergence, Slow Burn, Pining)

Five times Merlin didn't realise Arthur was protecting him, and the one time he did.

Alright, that's quite a lot already! These are the latest in my bookmarks, don't hesitate to ask me again if you want more!

#replies #2012throwback #merlin #merthur #merthur fics #merthur fic #merthur fic rec #fic rec #happy endings #happy fics #angst with a happy ending #rapha talks #rapha reads

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Gwaine x Reader - 'The Threads That Bind Us' - Chapter 7

Story Summary:

You, a humble dressmaker from Camelot’s lower town, are commissioned to make a new gown for Queen Guinevere. Impressed by your skills, she offers you the position of Royal Clothier. During your time in the castle, you catch the eye of one of the knights of King Arthur’s inner circle, Sir Gwaine. What starts as a sweet courtship is turned upside down when misfortune strikes and you must deal with the aftermath, as well as an unwelcome visit from Gwaine’s unpleasant sister.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Female Reader/Gwaine, set between seasons 4 and 5, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Words: 2,751

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You get up the next morning to find your chambers tidied and the bathtub drained. The gratitude you feel for Gwen is endless.

You understand why Gwen had a meal brought from the palace kitchens yesterday. Your food stores are running so low that all you can scrounge up for breakfast is a slice of stale bread. After your unpleasantly chewy meal, you find a piece of fine linen which you hastily hem to use as a hair covering. Once finished, you take it to the looking glass and wrap your hair with it, covering all but about the first inch of your hairline. It’s fine you suppose, since it hides what needs to be hidden, but you can’t help but think of how plain it makes you look.

Without any dressmaking tasks to focus on, you decide to reorganize your fabric shelves, adding the new silks to your collection. The task doesn’t take as long as you’d hoped and you begin to pace your chambers, trying to think of something else to do. Eying the new silks on the shelves, you decide to start designing Gwen’s gown for the harvest festival.

Retrieving some paper and charcoal, you begin sketching out ideas until you’re left with three designs you are happy with. You add some colour to your sketches with paint before setting them under weights beside the window to dry.

Having spent some hours on the designs, your stomach growls. Having nothing left to eat but the hard end of that stale loaf of bread, you accept the fact that you can’t stay locked in your chambers all day, and must head out to the market. You fetch your basket and head for your chamber door, pausing with one hand on the latch. This will be your first time in the public eye since your return. The thought of people looking at you, perhaps having heard some gossip about what happened, alarms you. But the sharp pain in your stomach speaks for itself. You must leave your chambers, or go hungry.

You go to the baker’s first, purchasing a fruit bun to sate your appetite now, and a fresh loaf of bread to take home. You sit on a bench outside the shop to eat the bun, wondering what time it is, since you know Gwaine likes to come through here after training. Guilt gnaws at you for feeling such a way, but you hope you don’t see him, or to be more accurate, that he doesn’t see you. You do want to see Gwaine, because you like him very much, but you also don’t want to see him since you’re embarrassed by the state you’re in. Not just your appearance; you worry you won’t be able to conjure your regular cheerfulness to be upbeat and laugh in his presence as you usually would. You would hate for him to spend time with you, only to find you’re not good company at all.

When you finish eating, you head down market street to purchase ingredients before walking back up to the castle. While crossing the courtyard, you spot a group of knights with horses, clearly preparing to ride out. You spot Gwaine among them, his back to you as he speaks with Sir Percival, who glances up and spots you. He says something to Gwaine and inclines his head in your direction. Gwaine turns and spots you, so you give a small wave and he smiles, raising his hand to return the greeting. You head back to your chambers, feeling a small sense of relief that you now have had an interaction with Gwaine back in Camelot, even if you have not yet spoken to one another.

You put your shopping away and check on the paintings which have dried nicely, so you form them into a neat stack and leave your chambers again to take them to the queen. On the way to the royal chambers, you almost bump into the very person you’ve set out to see.

“(Y/N),” She exclaims. “I was just on my way to see how you’re doing,”

“And I was on my way to see you,” You reply. “I’ve come up with some designs for your harvest gown,”

“Oh, you needn’t worry about that,” Gwen frowns. “I can wear something from my existing wardrobe,”

“Please… I would like to make the gown still. It will help to stay busy,”

Gwen’s eyes soften. “I understand. Shall we go to my chambers together then? You can show me what you’ve been working on,”

You set out your designs on the table for Gwen to review. Once she selects her favourite, you return to your chambers and pull out a bolt of calico to begin on the mock-up, glad to have a proper job to focus on.

When the daylight wanes, you pack up and make yourself some dinner, wondering if Gwaine might stop by. You sit by the fire for a time, waiting for the potential knock on your chamber door, but the hour grows too late for visitors so at last, you get changed and go to bed.

The next morning after breakfast, you resume work on the mock-up gown, sewing the panels that form the bodice and skirt, when there’s a knock at your door. You freeze up for a moment, needle in hand, before steeling yourself, placing your work down and heading over to answer it. You open the door to find Gwaine. His eyes flick up for a second before meeting your gaze.

“Hello,” He smiles. “I was hoping to check in yesterday, but was on a long patrol. Arthur wanted to make sure there were no more bandits about…” He clears his throat. “Anyway, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine, thank you,”

Gwaine nods slowly. “I can come back later if you’re busy,”

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’ve forgotten my manners today. Please come in,”

You step back and open the door wide to admit him. He steps into your chambers, toward the work tables.

“You working on something?” He eyes the unfinished mockup, and moves over to the design drawings to examine them. “You do these?” He holds up one of the drawings.

“Yes,”

“Is one of these what you’re working on?”

You walk over and stand beside him. “This one,” You point to the drawing closest to you.

He nods. “Very nice,”

For the first time since knowing Gwaine, you feel uncomfortable in his presence. The easy manner in which you once spoke is gone, recent events hanging in the air between you, unspoken.

You clear your throat. “Would you like something to eat? I got some fresh fruit from the market yesterday,” You offer.

“No, thank you. I can’t stay long,” He sighs, tearing his eyes away from the paintings. “I know you may not want to talk about it, and that’s fine. But I just want you to know how sorry I am for what happened and… if you do ever want to talk about anything… you can talk to me,”

His gaze is earnest, concerned, but also something stronger and sharper lurks beneath.

“Thank you, Gwaine,” You murmur.

“I’m… so angry with Leon,” Gwaine shakes his head, his frown forming a crease in the centre of his brow.

“Please don’t be angry on my account. I understand his course of action. I feel no ill will toward Sir Leon,”

“Do you mean that?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“I do,”

“But he left you behind,”

“He was faced with a difficult decision and he did the best he could,”

Gwaine sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose I should forgive him,”

“Please do,” You wring your hands. “Do not jeopardise your friendship on my account,”

“The question is: will he forgive me? I acted foolishly when I first heard the news of your… abduction,”

“You won’t know for certain until you speak with him. Seek him out when he’s alone and talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand,” You give what you hope is a reassuring smile. “Things will be set right and go back to normal in no time,”

Gwaine nods thoughtfully. “You’re probably right, and I’m sure Elyan and Percival would be glad of it too. I can tell they’re feeling uncomfortable from the tension between us,”

“Then think of them to give you courage. Think of how relieved they’ll be,”

Gwaine chuckles. “Alright. I’ll speak to him tonight after training,”

“Good. I wish you luck,”

“I should get going,” He heads for the door, unlatching it, before turning back to look at you with a smile. “It was good to see you,”

He steps out and closes the door behind him.

The next two days are much the same, minus any visits from Gwaine. You have been hoping he’d stop by again to let you know how things went with Sir Leon, but he does not come. You can’t deny your disappointment, but try not to feel too put out. You know that his knightly duties can keep him quite busy, and at least you have now had a pleasant interaction since your return.

You get up the next morning and fill the basin to clean your face, emptying the pail in the process. You make a mental note to fetch some more water later, but for now, you wish only to work on Gwen’s new gown, so you make a quick and simple breakfast and get started right away.

You work for a few hours before stopping for a bite to eat. You try one of the peaches you got from the market. The fruit is juicy and tastes heavenly, and by the time you’ve finished, juice coats your hand and runs up your arm. You go to your room to wash it in the basin, when you remember you’ve run out of clean water, so will have none to use tonight. You dip your hands into the leftover water from this morning to wash away the sticky residue, before drying them with a cloth. Picking up the empty pail, you carry it across your chambers and head out.

You take the same route as to the training ground, but instead of turning to the grassy clearing where the knights practice, you keep going straight until you reach the water pump. Placing the bucket under the spout, you crank the pump until the bucket is full before picking it up, with some effort on your part, and begin your slow and slumped walk back to the castle, stopping every thirty seconds or so to rest and swap arms. Stepping through the archway leading back to the courtyard, you spot Sir Gwaine ahead and consider asking him for assistance, before noticing that he is in conversation with a young woman. She is finely-dressed, giving you the impression that she must be a noble or at least a wealthy merchant’s daughter. Not wishing to interrupt, you continue on your way without disturbing them, and at their faster, unencumbered pace, they are soon out of sight.

The castle stairs are difficult, rests becoming much more frequent as sweat soaks the fabric of your cap around your hairline. You eventually climb the final set of stairs, leading to the floor on which your chambers reside. You pass through the first passage, stopping to rest by the turn-off for the nobles’ residential wing, when you overhear voices, recognising one of them as Erika.

“It seems he’s gone off her,” She says. “He hasn’t taken her on another outing or any other foolish notions since she was away,”

“It’s just as you would have hoped,” A second, unfamiliar voice replies.

“Well, I can’t quite agree. I’d never have thought up for her to be dragged off by bandits,” Erika laughs. “You know, I’ve heard that her hair was shorn down to no more than two inches. Can you believe it? Not even a pauper would want a hairless maiden,”

The two women erupt in malicious laughter, the sound sending a cold stab through your chest.

“How about you?” The second woman asks. “How goes your quest?”

“It goes well, I think. One of them will surely declare his love for me soon,”

Having heard enough, you pick up your pail and continue down the corridor, willing yourself to move faster than before, only stopping to rest when the pain becomes too much, until at last you arrive at your chambers. You clumsily put down the pail, water slopping over the sides and onto the floor, and rush to your room, collapsing on the bed when you get there.

Tears fall between heavy breaths, your throat thick and burning. Gwaine hasn’t stopped by for three days and now you know why. The woman you saw him with today was beautiful and elegant, how could you compare to that, your hacked hair hidden under a cloth? It may not be as short as Erika’s rumour says, but it’s still far from acceptable to society. You recall how when he last stopped by, upon first seeing you, his gaze flicked upwards. He would have seen your covered hair and realised the situation was dire indeed, and understood that you were damaged goods. Not someone you’d be happy to be seen with on your arm, for onlookers to think what a handsome couple. Then again, nothing was official between you and Gwaine. He had flirted with you, asked you to go on an outing with him, but no exclusivity was discussed and no promises were made.

You eventually fall into a restless sleep, only to be roused by knocking at your chamber door. You ignore it until the visitor leaves, before pulling yourself out of bed. No matter how you feel, you shouldn’t waste the day. You leave the bedchamber and resume working on Gwen’s mock-up gown until the sun sets and you throw the garment down with irritation.

The next day, you pack your basket with sewing supplies and the gown and head to the royal chambers. Once you arrive, Gwen shows you inside and you place your basket on the table.

“I have made a mock-up for your harvest gown. Is now a convenient time to conduct a fitting?” You ask.

“I have no other tasks at the moment,” Gwen smiles. “Shall I go to the dressing screen?”

You nod and the queen does so. You retrieve the gown from the basket and bring it to Gwen, draping it over the dressing screen while you help her undress.

You conduct the fitting in silence, apart from answering any questions Gwen asks, tucking and pinning where required, until you’re satisfied and help to remove the gown.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asks as you unfasten the back.

“I’m fine,” You reply.

Gwen steps out of the gown and picks it up, passing it back to you.

“You know you can always talk to me,” She says.

“I know,” You reply, avoiding her gaze as you throw the gown over the dressing screen again.

You help her back into her day gown and return to your basket, packing away the mock-up and sewing supplies when there’s a knock at the door.

“Enter,” Gwen says, smoothing her skirts as she steps into the antechamber.

You glance up as the door opens and Gwaine enters. His eyes meet yours before you cast your gaze down.

“The king has requested your presence in the council chamber,” He says to Gwen.

“Please tell him I’ll be there shortly,” She replies.

You keep your gaze on your sewing basket, rummaging through its contents to appear busy, until the door closes again and Sir Gwaine is gone.

“I shall make the adjustments and get started on the proper gown,” You say.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Gwen’s expression somehow between a smile and a frown when she opens the door to show you out.

Back at your chambers, you apply the adjustments to the mock-up before unpicking the seams, the pieces now ready to be used as the pattern for the proper gown. Taking the bolt of green silk from the shelf, you place it on the worktable and roll it out, sliding your hands across the lustrous fabric to smooth it out when there’s a knock at your door. Your body freezes as you wait. There is another knock, slightly faster this time, but you stay rooted to the spot until you hear footsteps walk away, only moving again once they are no longer audible.

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Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could.

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone.

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

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