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vecna-is-here · 6 months

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Cover me up. Cover.

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vecna-is-here · 9 months

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When you're reading fanfiction, do you ever just pause, let out a little strangled velociraptor sound, and then continue when you get to a line that just hits you some type of way, or is that just me

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vecna-is-here · 10 months

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really, I hope you read this and you know it’s for you.

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vecna-is-here · 11 months

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Okay, but why is he so adorable?? Messy, fluffy hair, looking slightly tired and yet so stunning.

And how cheerful does he look after sipping his coffee?! What a mood…

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vecna-is-here · 11 months

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How can smoking be this hot??! What a majestic dragon…

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vecna-is-here · 11 months

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this site terribly lacks of king arthur jamie gifs. and i'm gonna fix that.

enjoy the king arthur jamie every frame challenge or as i like to call it: babygirlism at its finest.

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vecna-is-here · 1 year

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Camelot - part I

Paring: JCB Arthur x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Part of a fluff, h/c series

For @jcbbby @moonlitdark @ram6421-blog @lma1986

You had heard rumours about the new king. Some claimed he was just a boy, some said he was the bastard of a peasant, and others said he was just an imposter. You knew Merlin had something to do with it, and that meant it was serious. You were intrigued enough to ride to Camelot to see for yourself. Perhaps, if he was truly the new king of the Britons, he could use the help of a druid.

It didn’t matter how much you loved your small cottage at the edge of the woods, your gut had told you to go. That was this morning, and now you were laying in bed in a castle ruin. Camelot was breathtaking. And so was Arthur… His grace and handsomeness had taken you by surprise, to say the least.

After getting past the guards and putting your horse in the stables you entered the great hall. You pushed the doors open and walked inside as they gave in with a creaking groan.

‘Stop!’ you heard and saw a man pulling his sword. He held it up to your throat and held it there.

‘I mean no harm.’ you said in a calm voice. All were surprised to hear that the cloaked figure was a woman… You removed your hood and your hair fell down your back and shoulders.

‘Remove your sword.’ you said, your tone was confident and commanding, yet innocent sounding. You looked the man in the eye and stared at him, waiting for him to pull himself together.

‘That’s enough, Leontes!’ you heard. You looked up and saw a young man standing in the middle of the room. Leontes’ eyes were narrowed as if he was looking for signs you weren’t to be trusted. After letting out a silent sign you pushed his blade away with two fingers and walked into the room. The crowd consisted of only men, and they were wary of a woman as fearless as you.

You slowly approached the young man and inspected his face while doing so. He had to be the king; he wore the fur cloak that belonged to Uther. He was around the same age as you. His hair was a bit longer and messy, his face well-built and handsome. His blue eyes were mesmerising and a blonde lock of hair rested playfully on his forehead. You stood in front of him now, and you noticed how tall he was.

You bent down: ‘I pledge you my honour.’

You heard him chuckle sweetly and looked up - it made you realise just how handsome he was. ‘Please, I’m not your king.’ he said, ‘At least not yet.’. He offered you a hand which you accepted.

‘You will be soon enough.’ a man standing next to him said. You’d recognise that face anywhere.

‘Merlin.’ you said with a raised brow, followed by a laugh.

‘Y/N.’ he replied, cracking a smile. He turned to the young king and said: ‘This is Y/N, a druid and healer.’.

Merlin had knocked on your door once, seeking your help. He got injured during a fight and needed a healer. You took him in and tended to him. You were much younger than the great sorcerer, but your skills with herbs and healing were beyond him.

‘I’m Arthur.’ the blonde man said with a gentle smile.

‘Are you planning to stay? Because we could very much use you.’ Merlin asked pressingly. You were not only a witch; you could fight as well.

‘I will, if you’ll have me…’ you said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with the king as you did.

‘Of course, we’d be honoured.’ Arthur said - his eyes sparkled with joy.