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[mycheese-tasted-like-applepie]

Okay okay how would it be like for Arthur to give his s/o a piggyback?

Sure!

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Arthur’s Reaction to Giving His S/Oo a Piggyback

-His first thought would be if anyone was around to watch you guys. After all, he has a reputation to upkeep, and he doesn’t want any teasing from anyone about his softer side with you.

-Merlin is the only one who is usually around, and even then, Arthur gives death threats about him keeping his mouth shut.

-Sometimes you have to beg and plead with him because he just doesn’t understand the joy you find in piggyback rides. However, all you have to do is give him one look with puppy dog eyes for him to comply.

-You end up jumping on his back with no warning most of the time. Arthur has to quickly stumble and get a grip on you. Even so, you tend to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling.

-Sometimes he will be dramatic and complain about how he’s too tired and doesn’t want to or something along those lines. However, that’s usually when you end up just jumping on him.

-However, if he really is stressed and sore, you leave him be. Piggybacks can be exchanged for cuddles.

-If you ever fall asleep on his back expect Arthur to melt and try his hardest to keep you steady. He will also have trouble putting you down because he finds this so endearing.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Silhouette

Pairing: Arthur (Aquaman) X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: During a visit to a small, cold town, you took a picture of the waves. Among them, the shadow of a man. You couldn't stop thinking about it, so you decide to go back and try to find him.

{Justice League Masterlist}

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It was a forgotten picture, that you didn't look twice when you took it, almost a year ago on a trip to Iceland.

Photography has always been your hobby, and that makes you always look for different places to visit. So that was how you found yourself in that frozen, small village, walking over that dock, with the waves crashing around you, the water splashing crystal towers above you. At that moment, you turned around and clicked, and the picture came out as if the water was levitating.

A beautiful, perfect picture, that got lost among the many others.

But now, it got your attention.

After printing it, you hold it in your hands as you sip a cup of tea, moving to sit on the armchair you have by the bedroom window.

The picture is amazing, gorgeous. The cold colors, the dark and pale blue palette, the water, hitting the dock from both sides, creating a tunnel. But that's not what gets your attention.

It's the man, or better saying, the silhouette of a man, standing right in the middle of the waves.

You tried some alterations before printing it, to see it better. But it was useless. It's clear it's a man, 6 feet tall, or maybe a little more. Strong, stronger than anyone you've ever seen. You're mesmerized by him, you're not sure why. Two weeks after you saw it, you still can't let it go.

And when you have ten days off work, you book a flight back to the very same place.

It's a long shot, stupid even, to look for someone who might not be there. For someone that only appeared for a second, because you're sure he wasn't there the moment after the shot. You'd notice a man like that if he was standing right in front of you.

But when you regret this silly, stupid decision, you're already on the plane. So there's nothing else to do than enjoy the trip, and that's what you do. After you've settled on the small cabin, you leave, walking around the place and seeing that nothing really changed.

But it's a complete change of scenery from the big city you live in. Things are slower here, and people know each other. But the downside is that it's cold. Freezing, more likely. But it's beautiful. And it doesn't take much until you're taking pictures.

“Excuse me, miss.” Someone calls, and you turn around to find two men carrying a huge box, full of fish.

“Sorry.” You say, stepping out of the way with an apologetic look. “Mmm... Excuse me. Do you know any places I could get a different angle?” Deciding to ask, you show the camera to justify the question. “I'm a photographer.”

“There's a cliff over there.” One of the men, with gray hair and faded yellow pants, points out. “There's a trail on the end of the beach that leads there, a smooth one. But rained yesterday so the stone might be slippery, be careful.”

“I will be, thank you.” With a wave and a smile, you turn around, going to where he pointed out.

You couldn't help but take pictures on your way there. Flowers, trees, animals.

But even now, that picture burns in your head. Also, you couldn't help but notice that the man in it – if he even lives here – isn't anywhere to be found. Not that you looked for him diligently.

The track is indeed easy. Two miles, maybe three, always going up. And when you get up there, the view is amazing. The ocean, the village, the gray clouds above.

You're clicking over and over, walking closer to the edge. When you get there, you can see a stream of water below you, among the rocks to your left, flowing to join the ocean down there. Careful where you put your feet, you move closer to the edge to get a better look. The stone doesn't seem that slippery, so you feel brave. You're basically on the very edge when you get the perfect angle, taking a few clicks. When you're done, you stop, letting the camera hang from your neck, looking around, and taking your time to admire the place.

The wind is cold, and you wish you had a stronger coat. But you'll come back here tomorrow. You'll be staying for five days, more than enough time to revisit the places you like the most.

Looking down, at the raging water down there, you spot a shadow. A fish perhaps, but it's too big. A shark? But that's an odd shape for a shark. The image, moving almost unnaturally, stops suddenly. You don't even notice you're bending over, trying to see it better.

But you suddenly lose balance when a stronger wind hits you and to add up to that, the rock under your feet breaks, launching you into a free fall, knocking all the air out of your lungs as you hit the water hard.

Cold, freezing water.

And you don't know how to swim.

But despite that, you try to fight it, out of instinct, to make your way back to the surface. But the water is too strong, pulling you down every time you get closer to the light, to the air, for which your lungs burn.

It doesn't take long until you're tired, exhausted. Chest burning, brain getting slower for the lack of oxygen. You didn't know it was that fast. At some point, you just stop, eyes open, taking in the vastness of blue around you. A good place to die maybe. You wonder if you should let the water in, die already since that's happening sooner or later.

But in the middle of that thought, you see it. The silhouette from the picture, the shadow in the water.

A man, swimming, floating, over to you.

Maybe you're dead already, and the very last synapses your brain can fathom are making you hallucinate.

But when he's right in front of you, when he touches you, he's very, very real.

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You jolt awake suddenly, turning on your side and spitting seawater on the sand, lungs pulling the air in and pushing it out violently. With a hand over your heart, it takes some time to recall what happened. The cliff, the fall, the man.

The man.

Looking up again, near your legs, you see him. Huge, muscular... Shirtless. Hair wet, probably from saving you, and eyes like a predator. A shark comes to mind.

“You...” Voice fading, you clear your throat. “That was embarrassing.” You continue in a low voice.

“Don't worry. You're not the first tourist I have to rescue.” He says, and his voice gets to you. It's strong, deep, and sends shivers down your spine. “Are you feeling well enough to stand up? Or do you need me to take you where you're staying?”

“I'm well enough.” You quickly say, getting up.

But when your legs fail you, the man keeps you from collapsing on the sand. “Whoa. Easy.” He says with a smile. “Don't push yourself.”

“Thanks, mmm...” Looking at him now, eyes traveling quickly through his body, you remember it. The picture. And you also remember your camera. “Oh, no. My camera.” Looking around, you don't find it.

“Is it waterproof?” You nod, raising your head to look into his eyes. “I'll get it.”

“You don't–” And he's off, running back to the water and vanishing from sight.

You stand there, alone, until you start wondering if he got caught up by the powerful waves. After a while, with your eyes attentive to the ocean, you start considering getting someone to help. But when you're about to move, you see him, walking over the beach as if it wasn't through any trouble.

“Here.” He says when he's close enough, handing over the camera.

“I have a picture of you.” You burst out, taking the camera back. “I-I mean... Last year I was here and I snapped a picture by the docks. You were there so...” Looking down, you shake your head. “It's stupid.”

“I'd like to see it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is it in the camera?”

“Oh, no. I don't keep the pictures here or else I would have no space for the new ones. But I have a printed version in my cabin. I'll bring it over.” Gesturing at the hill where you're rented cabin is, you look back up at him. “Give me twenty minutes and I'll be back here.”

“Or we can save the time and I could go with you.” And he starts walking in the direction you pointed out. “Name's Arthur. Yours?”

“Mmm...” Taking a deep breath, you rush to reach him, keeping his pace. “(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), huh? It suits you.” Looking down at you, Arthur smiles.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Pretty name for a pretty lady.” That makes you blush. “What brings you here? Looking for the man in the picture?”

Choking on air, you cough, clear your throat, and try to look normal. As casual as possible. “I came because I loved this place last year. That's why I'm back here.”

“Oh, I hit the exact right spot, didn't I?” He chuckles, and you stop.

It doesn't take much for him to do the same. “Look, I don't know what's up with you, but I don't like being... Mocked.” You say, your cheeks burning.

Arthur furrows his eyebrows, coming closer. “You're not used to being complimented. So you think I'm joking.”

Gasping, you step back, crossing your arms. “You–.” Whatever sassy comment you were hoping to come out, doesn't. “I don't–.” Shaking your head, you sigh, starting to walk again. “As if you know me.”

“Wait, wait.” Arthur grabs your arm, but not in a violent way. He doesn't squeeze it, softly pulls it instead, forcing you to stop again. “You were looking for me and I was looking for you.” He says, towering over you. Eyebrows furrowed, you wonder if he's joking again. But his voice, deep, strong... Sounds like he's serious. “The girl in the light pink coat with a camera around her neck, walking through the deck in the middle of the splashing waves. I tried to find you but... You live too far from the ocean.”

“Too... Far from the ocean?”

He smiles. “You don't know me. I'm who people call Aquaman.”

Your brain freezes, and it makes sense. It's a weird feeling to suddenly know the man you've been talking to for a while now, and it feels like you were hit by cold water. Again. “Y-you... You're like... That water guy from the League.”

“I'm that water guy from the League, yes.” He repeats with a smile. “I tried my luck searching for you, but without a name that's quite difficult.”

“I don't even know what to say...”

“Say yes then.”

“Say yes to what?”

“Going out with me tonight.”

That makes you more perplexed than knowing he's Aquaman. “You really want to go out with me?” He nods. “Y-yes then. A hundred freaking times, yes.”

“Then we must schedule a hundred dates.”

With a smile taking over your face, you nod. “I'm fine with it.”

And so it happens.

But your story with Arthur didn't end there, on those countless dates. You both went around visiting each other, until you moved to a city near the ocean, in a touristic area where you started taking a side job with your photography skills. And it didn't take much until you and Arthur got together, and as you became one with him, you also became one with the ocean. Many times he took you swimming, making you play with dolphins and whales.

What started under heavy clouds and rain with that first picture, lead you to sunny, clear skies with the owner of that silhouette, swimming, floating around with nothing but the calming ocean, and the two of you.

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[amara-scott]

A different future.

Movie: King Arthur: Legend of the sword. Characters: Arthur x Reader Categories: Fluffy, more to come

The balmy day warms my face as I travel along a river. Intaking a deep breath, I close my eyes and relish the calming movement of my horse galloping through the desperate looking woods. The only sound I hear are grasshoppers clicking in the heated air. Over the grumbling noise of my stomach I also hear voices in the distance. With my eyes open again, I dig my heels into the sides of my horse to pick up the pace. I need some food. Quickly.

The village before me stands out like a scar due to the castle I recognize as Camelot. I grew up right here in Londinium and even after all this time the people talked about Mordred, the most powerful sorcerer, just a few years ago.  He was corrupt and evil but luckily died, thanks to King Uther. Unfortunately the King died too, in the same battle. Now only his brother is left, turning into the new ruler.

I arrive at the huge gate with the two sergants, Allister and William, protecting the passage as always. They knew me by now but still, they continue to ask me the same questions over again.

"Stop, woman. Who are you and what do you want?" I shove the hood of my cloak from my head and greet the men with a kind but forced smile. One thing I learned from my mother is that I always should be courteous and benevolent. Even if she did not fulfill the reputation of a respectable lady, she wished for me to become one.

"Dear Sergants, why in such a good mood today? Just let me pass, will you?" I jump down from my horse and hold her by a string attached to her monstrous head. I stroke her furry throat and look up at them.

"Well, you could of course pay a price to enter." William steps forward and both men wear a disgusting smirk. Allister chuckles and that only encourages William to take another step. I take in a deep breath and suppress the urge to roll my eyes in annoyance.

"I could give you something, indeed." I reply and step towards him as well. William looks surprised, raising his eyebrows and his head. "See, I have these-" I look down at my clothed body and open up my cloak further to push a hand under the material. Allister whistles and leans forward on his sword, looking hungrily, expecting me to let my clothes drop, probably.

  "-delicious looking squirrels. Freshly caught." I pull out a bag from under my cloak and open it up. A deadly smell spreads and I take one by its tail to show him. He wrinkles his nose and holds a hand in front of him, letting the distance between us grow again. He motions for Allister to open up and turns back to me.

"You're lucky that you're a pretty thing. Otherwise I would have your hands chopped off right now." He threatens and I force a frightened expression on my face.

"Thank you so much, I am forever in your debt." I bow down slightly and smirk up at him. He huffs and steps aside.

"Go, woman." I stride inside and pull my horse with me, not sparing them another glance.

After giving my horse away to the stall keeper near my home, I jog over to the already opened doors and head inside. Many people gather here today and I look around for my mother.

"Love, already back?" To my right she stands and reaches forward to pull me into a hug. I smile at her and when we part, I offer her the bag.

"Of course, I am good at what I am doing, am I not?" She shakes her head at me still smiling and takes the bag from me to look inside.

"Are you hungry?" I nod and she tells me to sit down and goes off to make me something. I breathe out and fall back into an empty chair. My eyes search for a certain young man, blonde, quite muscular and usually always around.

"Where was my favorite girl?" I recognize his voice and smile up at his figure standing behind me. He places his hands on my shoulders and massages them lightly. My head rolls forward and I feel how tense my neck was becoming from sitting up all the time.

"I was hunting us some food." He stops and leans down a little. I open my eyes to see why.

"If you needed anything you could have asked me. I can and will always help you out, you know that." I sigh and sit up straight. He pulls out a chair for himself and sits across from me with his hands now on my knees. They are only covered in an olive green dress gown with some holes and rips here and there.

"I know I can. I wanted to help out myself for once though. I am not much of a help otherwise." He chuckles and I look up at him, away from his hands.

"You know why you are not helping out here. Your mother decided against you working here. So did I, by the way." He ruffles my hair and I slap his hand away.

"I know. Can I come with you tomorrow? To George?" He huffs out a short laugh and then looks at me questioningly. He realizes I mean it.

"Are you sure? Wait, you're right. I could use someone to cheer me on while I train." He stands up and I follow suit, holding him by the arm.

"Please, Arth. I want to fight. I bet I am quite good." He looks down at me, squinting his eyes. He nods once and sighs. I grin and throw my hands around his middle, squeezing him tighty. "Thank you." I mumble into his shirt and he rubs my back. Someone clears their throat behind me and I turn around, letting go of Arthur.

"Dinner is ready." Mom places a bowl with freshly cooked meat, salad and bread on a table next to her.

"I will be with Wet Stick if you need me, Maja." He kisses her forehead and winks at me before he leaves to which I only roll my eyes. Such a flirt.

"He grew into a real gentleman." I state sarcastically and Mom laughs at me. She joins me at the table and steals a piece of my bread to eat. "You can have some meat too mom, I won't be able to eat all." I say while munching on a tomato and shove my bowl into the middle of the table.

"He is a good man, (Y/N). You should spend more time with him." I furrow my eyebrows at her and stop eating.

"What do you mean?" She sighs and looks up at me.

"He is charming, has done much for us. We should be more grateful. And your future could be a different one from ours. I see the way he looks at you." I huff at her statement.

"It's the same way he looks at every female with two legs. Besides, we grew up together, I'm a sister to him. And he grew a brother to me." I poke at the dead animal in my bowl and my appetite leaves me. "You should eat some. I will go, rest." I stand up and leave to go upstairs. I walk down a hall but stop at a slightly opened door. Inside I hear the voices of Arthur, Black Lack and Tristian, or as Arthur calls him, Wet Stick.

"Where's this from again?"

"From flatnose Mike. Yesterday he came to us, remember? The fruits. He had to pay to bring them in."

"Right, I remember."

I step forward, carefully, to peer inside and see that the table in the middle of the room is stacked with shiny coins. Suddenly the wooden floor beneath my feet creaks loudly and I gasp, taking a step back again, looking down. The door flies open and Black Lack glares at me but his gaze softens when he realizes it is just me.

"Oh (Y/N), spying on us?" He chuckles and I try to hide my blushing cheeks behind my long brown hair, still looking down.

"(Y/N)?" Arthur joins his side and Tristian does too. They all laugh at my embarrassment and Arthur steps forward. "Shouldn't you go to bed? It's pretty late." He teases and pushes me down the hall with his left hand on the smaller of my back. "I'll be right back." He calls over his shoulder and the door shuts. I still do not look at him and focus on my fiddling hands in front of me.

"So, tell me. Why do you want to fight so badly?" I furrow my eyebrows at his question but am glad that he did not make any more fun of me eavesdropping.

"I want to be able to protect mom. Even when you're not home." This time I do look up at him and we stop in front of my door. He does not reply immediately and the only sound heard is the laughter from downstairs. And the bad musician that always comes around by this time.

"You won't have to do that. I will always be by your sides." He takes my chin in his hand and makes me look up at him. I see honesty and care in his gaze. Of course he is here right now. But what would happen if he is gone all of a sudden?

"Right, I know." I assure him and give him a little smile. He smiles back and pulls my head forward to give my forehead a kiss.

"Sleep tight." He whispers against it and opens my door for me after letting go off my head. I step inside and wave at him.

"Night." He turns around and walks down the hall, back to the room we came from. I close my door quietly and sit down on my bed. Outside I see stars shining down at me,  lightening my room just a bit. I pull my dress over my head and lay down in my bed.

The next day I wake up surprised by a deep voice right beside my face. "Good Morning, I will leave for George in a minute. Stand up now or I will go on my own." I stir and open my eyes quickly, blinking a few times. I sit up and look around for Arthur but all I get is a laugh from down the hall.

First day of training, what can go wrong?

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Coffee (Part 1) - Arthur

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Word Count: 3.7K

Paring: Arthur x (f)Reader

Summary: Arthur never lets a job get personal, but something about Y/N gets to him.

Warnings: N/A

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Mr Saito had to contact Dom Cobbs and his team again, it was his last resort, he didn’t want to after what happened when they went against Fischer, that was how all of the team ended up sitting in his office, Dom was fiddling with his spindle totem and Arthur was rolling his loaded dice in his palm while Ariadne was running her thumb over her chess piece whereas Eames and Yusuf leant against the back wall.

“What’s this about?” Dom asked the businessman “it isn’t about Fischer is it?”

“I am not going through that again!” Eames spoke up, shuddering at the thought the three-level dream.

“No, Fischer is not the problem” Saito sighed and shook his head as he sat behind his desk.

“Then what is it?” Ariadne asked him curiously “another competitor we have to take down” she scoffed under her breath, Saito pulled a stack of files out, all with the same name on the front.

Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N

Arthur raised an eyebrow in confusion as he took a file and opened it to find basic information and surveillance pictures of a woman, his own age, with Y/H/C hair that framed her face and piercing Y/E/C eyes, which were glazed over in thought, the main image was of the girl on the train station platform at Kings Cross Station in London, standing next to a poll and leaning one shoulder against it, tucking her hair behind her ear and biting her lip as her free hand was lightly on her shoulder bag as if she was scared of being mugged.

“Who is she?” Eames spoke up, everyone had a file now.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” Saito told them “daughter of Y/L/N Corp.’s CEO Y/F/N Y/L/N” he explained as they all scanned the images of the girl “and my God-daughter” the team darted their eyes up to him as he sighed “she has moved to London after a dispute with her parents and is unreachable, that picture of Kings Cross was taken 6 months ago, and was the last image we managed to find, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to, but Mr and Mrs Y/L/N are terrified about what happened and… so am I” Saito confessed, “she is the closest the thing I have to a daughter, and I don’t trust anyone else to go and find her.”

“That’s not what we do, Saito” Cobbs sighed.

“I know that” Saito nodded “but that’s not all.”

“What else is there?” Ariadne asked.

“Y/N was an informant for the FBI briefly,” Saito told them “which was the cause of her parent’s argument with her.”

“An informant?”

“She told them about White Collar Crimes, corporate espionage and embezzlements, things like that” Saito told them “and then she just… disappeared one night.”

“And you're worried she knows about what we did to Fischer” Arthur concluded as he lowered the file to his lap as Saito nodded ashamedly.

“Which is where you come in” Saito sighed “go into her mind and find out, it’s simpler than planting a thought, correct?”

“We’d only need two levels” Yusuf nodded “maybe even one, if we’re lucky.”

“We can do it, but we need to find Y/N first,” Dom told Saito with a nod.

“But, I don’t want you thinking this is selfish,” Saito said, “I do miss her as well.”

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The Team were trying to decide who to have in the dream, all of them arguing, Dom was hard setting on having a reunion between Y/N and her parents while Ariadne and Arthur were challenging that idea with the research they had gathered.

“She doesn’t trust them!” Arthur told him “she became an informant because of them, why Y/N would want to trust them?”

“Arthur’s Right” Eames sighed, Arthur looked at him in confusion “don’t be surprised, Art.”

“Hard not to be” Arthur muttered.

“What about Saito?” Ariadne suggested as she sat herself on a table “Eames can impersonate him.”

“The reason we're doing this is to know whether or not she knows about his involvement in Fischer dissolving his Father’s empire” Dom reminded the young girl “him being there would entirely implode it.”

“Who does she trust?” Eames asked.

“Y/N wouldn’t trust someone unless she committed to them” Saito told the group.

“Like a husband?” Ariadne questioned. Everyone perked up and thought, it was so simple, yet elegant.

“Exactly” Saito nodded “but, her Relationship Status isn’t known.”

“She’s Single” Arthur filled in the blank “any men which are in the pictures with her are seemingly in relationships with other people, or she views them purely platonic.”

“Now the massive question” Eames coughed as he leant against the wall. “Which of us are gonna make an Honest Woman out of her?”

“Definitely not you” Saito insisted “she is the closest thing I have to a daughter, and even though it’s a dream, you aren’t not going near her!” Eames pulled an offended face while the other members hid a chuckle.

“You’re goanna decide for her then?”

“Better than someone who does know the target decides than one of us” Arthur said as he strolled to the table Ariadne was sitting on to pick up a file “If Y/N suspects something is off, she might realize that she’d dreaming.”

“So, that leaves Me, Arthur and Yusuf” Dom coughed awkwardly as Saito placed the three men under his critical gaze, sizing them up.

To Saito, all the men seemed quite Distant, and even though it had been some time since he had seen his missing God-daughter, Y/N enjoyed conversing about deep topics, however, Dom was still caught up with Mal’s death, despite how long ago it was, and Saito didn’t blame him, he didn’t want to put the man into a situation which might resemble his former life, Yusuf was too arrogant at times, He was smart and knew he was, which made him insufferable, which he knew his God-daughter would never tolerate, but Arthur, Arthur was smart, stable and can be smooth at times, he was charming, good a breaking rules and knew what he wanted, and how to get it, to be honest, he was everything that Y/N’s Mother had warned her about, and Y/N hated her mother’s warning’s about life and love.

“Arthur,” Saito told him, Arthur, who was leaning against the table, stood up and stared at Saito in shock, he never considered himself a part of the idea to be Y/N’s husband. “He’s perfect for the role.”

“Okay” Dom nodded, quite shocked himself, he’d never seen Arthur in a relationship, and not even a one night stand “Arthur it is.”

“Like he’d be better than me” Eames scoffed.

“What are we doing? Date? Wedding? Holiday?” Ariadne asked as she wrote it all down.

“Honeymoon” Dom told them.

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Arthur was still in Shock as they started planning the layout of the level, Saito never explained why he was perfect for the role, which left him in the dark, but however he had to focus as he had to build the place where he’d be with Y/N.

“She Loves swimming,” Saito told the team, they managed to convince him to use the shared dream but only for building the levels, Arthur nodded at his statement and started to build an outdoor pool in the Hotel, around the pool were lounge chairs with umbrellas and tables, he also built an outside bar which was modern with chrome stalls and a crisp white bar top.

“Nice taste” Dom stated as he walked around with a nod of approval.

“Thanks” he smirked as he added a little green patch to the left, behind the lounge chairs, which had little shrubs and flowers around the edge.

“Better hope the Mrs’s likes it” Eames chuckled as he stretched out on a lounge chair.

“Don’t push your luck” Arthur warned Eames with a firm tone.

“Is she taking your name?” Eames hard-pressed him.

“Eames!” Dom snapped, prompting the English man to quiet down, eventually, the team wandered into the Hotel to create a setting for them to walk around.

“Y/N likes a modern style, she grew up in very old fashioned homes and layouts, always said that when she moved out she’d find the most modern looking apartment she could and buy it immediately” Saito told Arthur.

“She sounds like your kinda gal Arthur” Dom laughed lightly. Arthur smiled a little as he let his mind focus on a beautifully modern lobby with a set of marble stairs going upwards, the group moved up the stairs, letting the formation of the modern Hotel take place.

“You go set up your suite, we’ll take care of the rest” Ariadne told Arthur as the team split up into separate mini-groups, leaving Arthur and Dom alone, he sighed and shook his head.

“What was that about?” Dom asked as he followed Arthur to an empty room.

“What was what about?”

“That Sigh.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Arthur looked at Dom out of the corner of his eye as he watched his friend’s movement, hoping he’d believe the statement.

“You know what I mean Arthur” Dom rolled his eyes and turning to look at him “You’re afraid” he chuckled with a shake of his head “of Y/N and what she’ll be like.”

“You’re insane” Arthur chuckled as he paused and looked around, wondering what to add in for the woman he was having to pretend to marry.

“Saito said she likes balconies,” Dom told him “if you want to impress her” he added with a chuckle, Arthur glared at Dom as he added in a large balcony with glass around the edge in place of fencing, which had a large metal bar on the top as a railing, to get into the balcony Arthur added French doors with white chiffon curtains which flowed in the wind, the view of the crisp blue sea with fluffy white clouds in the sky and small yachts on the horizon, Dom let a low and impressed whistle out. “Y/N is going to be impressed with this”, he told Arthur.

“I just wanna convince her that it isn’t a dream, she’ll freak if she knew what Saito was doing to her” Arthur huffed as he started constructing the rest of the room, everything was crisp white with silver decorations, a large king-sized mattress with soft silk sheets on a bed frame which had a canopy with chiffon sheets dangling from the top, which were also flowing in the light breeze, Dom raised an eyebrow as he ran his hand over the silk sheets in question.

“Silk sheet?” Dom chuckled, raising his eyebrow.

“Fuck off,” Arthur snapped, “what type of sheets were in your honeymoon suite?”

“Point taken.”

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Tracking Saito’s god-daughter was harder than they thought, however, Eames managed to track her down, finding her to be booked on a train back from Scotland to London, and managed to get tickets for all the team after Saito brought out all the other tickets, so they could remain in peace, Saito deciding to remain in Second class, so he could watch over the situation and linger out of Y/N’s sight, and then the day had come, they had just over 10 hours on the train, meaning in dream time they had 55 hours, little over two days, it had to be enough time for them to find out what Y/N knew, While Arthur romantically clung to Y/N and distracted her, Dom would try and find the safe within her and crack it, and the other team members would make sure Y/N didn’t grow suspicious.

Dom, Ariadne, Eames and Yusuf boarded the Train while Arthur went to the Station café to grab a coffee, as he waited in line he looked around him, searching for any sign of Y/N, hoping she wouldn’t miss her train.

The woman two people ahead of him was thanking them for her coffee as she turned and nearly crashed into the distracted Arthur, as they both stumbled the woman’s travel cup of coffee fell to the floor and the Styrofoam cup split open, both the woman and Arthur checked that the hot drink didn’t spill and scolded them, when they were satisfied that it didn’t the pair looked up to look at who they crashed into, Arthur found himself staring into bright Y/E/C eyes, he blinked a couple of times and focused on the woman’s face, sucking in slight air when he saw who it was, Y/N Y/L/N, in the flesh.

“Are you okay?!” Y/N gasped as she realized that she nearly crashed into Arthur.

“Yeah… yeah, all good, are you?” Arthur asked her quickly.

“Yes, thank you” Y/N smiled and nodded.

“Good, sorry about your coffee” he smiled.

“No, it's fine, I’m not that thirsty anyway” she chuckled, they remained quiet for a second before Arthur spoke up.

“Are you catching a train or getting off?” he asked, pretending he hadn’t spent the last 9 weeks looking for her.

“Catching a train, Aberdeen to London,” she told him.

“That leaves soon, you better get there, I don’t wanna be the reason you miss your train” Arthur coughed as Y/N nodded and smiled.

“See you around,” she said softly before walking off, Arthur watched her leave, sighing slightly under his breath as he trailed his eyes over her figure, indulgent Y/H/C hair which the station lights bounced off and a spring in her step, a soft smile came over him as he chuckled and shook his head a little, walking up to the counter to order.

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Arthur strolled onto the carriage, it was a large with clusters of chairs in fours, with a table between each of them, there were about 10 of these, and the other 4 were in pairs with a table between them, and at the end of the carriage was a single rouge leather sofa with a side table next to it.

Dom had a seat opposite him, so Arthur took that seat and placed the to-go cup of coffee on the table and smiled at Dom, who was smirking, Arthur frowned in confusion as Dom gestured his head behind himself and to the left, Arthur followed the direction, looking down the aisle behind Dom and to the left to see that, sitting alone on a table of four with a book on the table, was Y/N, who was gazing out of the window.

“So she did catch the train” Arthur murmured.

“Not left at the Alter then mate” Eames whispered as he walked past with a trolley.

“Eames, don’t push it” Dom warned him as Arthur glanced over to Y/N, who was starting to read Hamlet “now how to get the sleeping pill to her?” he questioned, Arthur bit his lip in thought as he looked at the trolley which Eames had.

“Can you make a coffee?” he asked Eames, who raised an Eyebrow, yet regardless made a coffee with a splash of milk and placed a sugar packet on the saucer then placed it on the little table in front of Arthur, who took the pill from Dom’s hand and dropped it into the coffee, taking a spoon and stirring the drink to dissolve the pill, once he was certain he placed the spoon on the trolley and stood up, holding the coffee and strolled over to Y/N, placing it in front of her.

Y/N, who was engrossed in Hamlet, gasped and jumped at the little noise the cup made, she lowered her book and stared at the cup in front of her, blinking as she followed Arthur’s arm up to his charming grin.

“Hello Again!” she smiled at him.

“Hey” he purred to her, Y/N felt her cheeks blush slightly as she felt his eyes on her “To make up for the one I ruined for you” Arthur hummed as he winked and turned to walk off.

“Thank you,” she said softly as he looked over his shoulder and moved back to Dom and Eames, who was slightly impressed at watching the effect Arthur had on Y/N, she blushed as she lifted the drink to her lips and started drinking, Arthur watched her as he sat down, waiting for the pill to take effect.

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Y/N heard a distant call of seagulls and the feel of the cool, but warm, breeze brush past her, letting her Y/H/C tickle her neck, she opened her eyes to be greeted with a spotlessly clean room, which was majorly white and with little silver accents, she sat up to realize she was in a bed, a huge king-sized bed, an extremely soft mattress too, she ran her hand over the sheets which covered her, soft silk sheets which caressed her skin and felt nice against her cotton pyjama shorts and a thin tank top.

The young woman was overcome with confusion for a second, everything disorientated her, she climbed out of the bed and felt a soft fluffy rug which tickled her feet, but Y/N didn’t stop to admire the rug as she walked over to the balcony, drifting through the chiffon curtains which covered the open French doors, placing her hands on the railing and looking at the view which greeted her, a huge outdoor pool with lounge chairs and a bar, which had a handful of children darting about and laughing as their parents chuckled and talked to those around them, behind that was a crystal blue ocean with yachts and snow-white clouds, she was so caught up with the view that she didn’t notice Arthur coming out of the En-suite, Arthur was expecting to find her in the bed, frowning in confusion when he didn’t see her, so he walked further into the room, spotting her figure on the balcony.

“Morning” he called, Y/N gasped and turned around to see his figure but not clearly, so she gingerly walked back into the room, looking at Arthur, he seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t pin where from, He was wearing tracksuit trousers and no top, showing his muscular figure, his hair was slightly damp, as if he’d had a shower.

“Hello?” she said in a small voice, Arthur chuckled and started to slowly walk over to her.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he told her “After all the wedding planning, and the wedding itself, you’re allowed to rest” Y/N frowned in confusion “Remember what we said?”

“Not really…” she trailed off as Arthur reached her and wrapped his arms around her waist, Y/N blushed at the closeness.

“We’re Husband and Wife, and if one of us isn’t up for it, then the other takes care of the other” he said tenderly in her ear as he pulled back, Y/N placed her left hand on his bare chest and frowned softly as she looked at her hand, on her ring finger there were two rings, one engagement ring, simple yet elegant, and a silver wedding band, Arthur took her hand in his, revealing a matching ring, and lifted her hand to his lips, gently pressing a kiss on her fingers.

Wedding… Matching rings… Fancy Hotel Suite, Honeymoon! She smiled as he lowered her hand to her side and brushed her soft Y/H/C hair behind her ear.

“Don’t worry” she said softly “I’m fine.”

“Your friends warned me ‘Arthur, take care of her’!” Arthur chuckled as Y/N walked over to the cream leather sofa and sat down in her Pyjamas.

“They aren’t here” Y/N smiled as she looked at him, her mind still fuzzy, but it felt like it was fading, Arthur walked over and sat on the sofa, gingerly placing an arm around her shoulders.

“Wanna go to the pool?” he purred into her ear, Y/N bit her lip and nodded.

“Just let me get ready,” she told him as she stood up.

“I’ll get ready and save some lounge chairs,” Arthur said as he watched her walk into the bathroom.

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Fish Jesus

Platonic! Arthur Curry x Teen Teammate! Reader

Prompt: How would Aquaman react to his teen teammate (Just platiónic, just to be clear) calling him ''Fish Jesus'' because Barry said he ''speaks for the fish''.

Note: This is so fricking funny omg. Love that.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 350

Arthur wasn’t sure quite how this started, but he had some idea who started it. So, after giving the resident speedster a pointed glance, he looked back to you, crossing his gigantic muscular arms.

“Come again?”

“Fish Jesus.” You repeated innocently, kicking your legs from your spot on the counter. Barry couldn’t suppress his bubbling laughter. “Speedy said you speak for the fish. Ergo, you are the Jesus of Fish.”

“Uh—”

“Of course, I could call you Fish Lorax instead, if you want.”

“No, that’s…okay.” Arthur shook his head, still amazed you’d even come up with that in the first place. “Fish Jesus works…” And yet, somehow he knew that by agreeing to it, he was only shooting himself in the foot.

This was confirmed about a week later when he ran into you in a diner of all places. You were in the corner booth with your friends from school, and he had walked in to pick up milkshakes for the rest of the team. As soon as you saw him, you called out.

“Aaaaaaaye, Fish Jesus!”

The rest of your friends called out, “Aaaaaaaaaaye!”

“Oh God…” He shook his head, but walked over to the table anyway. “Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“Just hanging out. What are you doing here?”

“Getting milkshakes for the team. Diana tried texting you earlier—”

“I already texted her, yeah. Thanks, Artie.”

“Don’t…call me that. Anyway, glad you’re having fun. See you at home.”

“Ohhhhhh, this dude’s your uncle, right?”

“One of my uncles, yeah.” You nodded. Arthur chuckled at that. He’d forgotten what Bruce’s arrangement meant for you, the youngest member of their team. They had to cover up the fact that you were just living with a bunch of adults somehow. “Uncle Fish Jesus.”

“Has quite the ring to it.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He playfully ruffled your hair before bidding you farewell and going to order the milkshakes. Of all the things you could have taken to calling him, he supposed Fish Jesus wasn’t the worst.

In fact, it was starting to grow on him…

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[where-dreamers-go]

"Any chance they could get lost?" You shouted, dodging a tree branch. "Keep running!" Arthur yelled out.

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[myfandompalace]

Merlin and Arthur were travelling back to Camelot from a hunting trip when an arrow flew out of the sky landing at Arthur’s feet. Both men stopped, Arthur drawing his sword. 

“Well, well boys. What are you doing in my woods?” A voice called. 

Arthur looked around. “These woods belong to Camelot, not one man.” 

A body jumped down from a tree, they wore a hood and a scarf covered their nose and mouth. They pointed an arrow at Arthur. “You nobles think you own everything, you take and take and take from those you think lesser than you and so we feel it’s only fair to take it back.” 

“Y/N?” Merlin asked. 

The person stopped and looked at Merlin. “Merlin?” 

Merlin grinned and nodded. 

Y/N lowered her bow and walked over to Merlin and hugged him. “Look at you, how long has it been?” 

“Three years.” Merlin answered. “You’re still running around the woods then?” 

Y/N shrugged. “Well someone’s got to make sure the poor don’t go hungry.” 

Arthur frowned. “Merlin, what the hell is going on?” 

“Arthur this is Y/N, we grew up in Ealdor together.” Merlin explained. 

“They were going to rob us.” Arthur pointed out. 

Y/N grinned. “Oh I’m still going to rob you. I’ll take your money, the rabbits and that crossbow.” They looked up and so did Merlin and Arthur seeing three more figures in the trees with arrows pointed at Arthur and Merlin. 

Arthur looked at Merlin and nodded. 

Merlin handed over the rabbits and crossbow and Arthur passed her his money sack. 

“You know you’re what’s wrong with this country?” Arthur asked. “People work hard to feed their families and you just steal from them.” 

Merlin gave Arthur a warning look shaking his head. 

Y/N scoffed. “The problem with this country is the heavy taxes that break a hardworking man. People are starving while nobles sit fat and idle in their castles. We’re just trying to restore a bit of balance, a nobleman comes through our woods, we take his wealth and we pass it on.” They stepped back. “You should be proud, you’ve just helped us feed a starving village. Thanks very much.” And they disappeared into the trees. 

Arthur turned to Merlin. “Merlin I’m really concerned about the friends you keep.” 

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[giftedwritings]

Y/N: “Wait..so tell me again. Why can’t you hold my totem?” Arthur: “Because one’s totem has to be entirely their own. It would defeat the purpose if I or someone else were to know the weight and feel of your totem..what makes it special to you. It protects its integrity. With only you knowing the characteristics, you’ll know without a doubt that you are in your own dream, or someone else’s.

Y/N: “A way to keep track of reality...”  Arthur: “Yes! I’ll be with you every step of the way, babe. Again, make sure you don’t show it to anyone!” Arthur chuckled.  Y/N: “I won’t, I promise!” 

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[mycheese-tasted-like-applepie]

How about a scenario where you are cuddling with arthur near the fireplace in the evening? 🤤

Sure!💖 He deserves this XD

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A Night By The Fire

After a stressful day, Arthur just needs you to be in his arms.

He’s had a rough day.

First, he was stuck with hours upon hours of council in which one of the members was also missing, causing much confusion. Then, when he got time to train, Gwaine was drunk, and much chaos ensued. Finally, to top it all off, Merlin had been missing the entire day.

When evening finally fell, all he wanted was to go back to his chambers and remain undisturbed. With you, of course.

“Rough day?” You asked from your place on the couch before the crackling fireplace. One look from Arthur said it all, especially after he dramatically dropped his things on the floor for Merlin to pick up later.

“That bad, huh.” You said with a slight frown.

“All I want is one day where I don’t have to worry about doing anything.” Arthur complained while he marched over to sit beside you, the first time he’s gotten to sit in a long while.

“Hard to do when you’re the king.” You mused with a slight smile, especially when Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Tell me about it...” He muttered. The two of you sat in silence, but it was clear that something was on Arthur’s mind. Something that was irritating him. It became clear to you what that was when he sat up rigidly, glaring at the doors.

“And where the hell is Merlin?!” Arthur asked angrily, but you were quick to push him back down, moving closer.

“Arthur...let’s not trouble ourselves with that at the moment. Can’t we just enjoy each other’s company?” You asked him sweetly, cuddling into him. Of course, it was that easy to convince him.

He smiled softly at you, calming down immediately. 

“You’re right, my love. I’m sorry...” Arthur apologized before moving to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You cuddled into his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as you heard his heart rate finally calm down.

As you enjoyed him, Arthur eyed the fireplace before you guys.

Even though the stresses of today were enough to make him kill someone, he was glad he could come back to this. If being king and dealing with all that meant he got to come home and do this, it was worth it.

“Thank you, daring...” Arthur said while placing a kiss to your forehead.

He didn’t even have to see your face to know you were smiling.

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[randomwritingdraftslove-blog]

~Not my gifs

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[mindofelizabeth]

Imagine Arthur feeling like something is missing when you’re gone for his birthday

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

Merlin

someone write me a Merlin imagine where the reader is Merlin’s twin sister and he finds out that Arthur is courting her ok thanks because I love me some protective Merlin like if someone write this for me I will love you forever.

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[moonlightsong]

Requested by @raysatom (GIF Source: @roundtablemanagers )

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➖ [ @mxlti-imagines ] + arthur pendragon ✨

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[make-me-imagine]

“Arthur, I want you to meet someone” Merlin said approaching Arthur.

He looked up, his eyes immediately going to the woman standing behind Merlin, standing, he waited for the introduction.

“This is my sister” he said moving aside for his sister to approach.

“Hello your Highness” 

He watched as she bowed “Please, call me Arthur. Merlin, you didn’t tell me you had a sister.” he said eyeing Merlin

“Well, we all have our secrets” he said sarcastically.  

Requested by anon

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[bubble-tea-bunny]

shirtsleeves 

[arthur x reader]

author’s note: something i wrote up v quickly. hope ya like it

word count: 777

When you’d initially came up with the proposition, you weren’t sure if he’d say yes. Given the environment in which he was raised, the less than gentle men he’d seen pass through the brothel, his desire to protect you was strong. You understood that. Of course you did. And you appreciated it with your whole being. He would go to the ends of the earth for you, do the impossible. He who pulled sword from stone had the softest heart, and you always wonder how you’d been so lucky that he’d come to love you.

He agrees to train you. You almost think you’re imagining it. He just laughs and tells you that you’ll start first thing the next morning. When you lay in bed that night, snuggled close and fingers curling into the material of his shirt, you speculate he’d had the same thought as you: it would be good for you to have some training under your belt, so you could protect yourself if it came to that (Arthur hopes with all his being it never will, however).

He wasn’t joking when he said first thing in the morning. He wakes you up at the crack of dawn, and you glare at him through squinted eyes.

“Wake up, love,” he whispers into your hair. He’s already standing and looks very much awake. He laughs when you swat him away. “You wanted to train, so we’re training. This is how I did it. Come on. Up you go.”

You groan as you sit up, running a hand through your hair to tame the mane it’s become overnight due to your tossing and turning. Arthur kisses your head before leaving you alone and going down to the field to ready weapons for both of you. You’re slow to dress in your tights and tunic, but you’re at least a little more awake when you start the walk to the training grounds.

It’s a cloudy morning. These are the days you like to sleep a little later than usual. It’s harder to wake up when it’s overcast. You greet the guards with quiet hello’s as you arrive at the field, where Arthur has pulled two swords from the weapons rack.

“There she is!” he exclaims playfully. You roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile. “Here.” He hands you a sword and studies the way you hold it, then proceeds to correct the errors. There aren’t many. The only glaring issue is the incorrect placement of your thumb. He grabs his own sword to show you the correct grip and you follow it. When that’s sorted, he backs away and tells you to take a few test swings. It's a normal one-handed sword, but he checks to make sure you can handle the weight well enough, that you don’t shake or waver when you swing. You seem to hold it just fine.

Arthur proceeds to teach you the basics—attacking, blocking, parrying. It’s very formulaic for now. Most of actual sword fighting comes down to a lot improvisation in the heat of the moment, but there’s plenty of time to go over that later. When he thinks you’re ready, he tells you the two of you will have spar, so you can run through all of what you’ve learned. You’re definitely more awake now, breath a little more labored. You’re still adjusting to the weight of the sword and the strength it requires to swing. Some of the guards choose to wield two-handed weapons. You can’t even begin to imagine how heavy those are.

When Arthur starts to roll up the sleeves of his tunic, your eyes are glued to the motion. His fingers pull the hems back to the bend of his elbows, and then folds them one more time so that the fabric fits snug to his arms. You don’t know why you’re so enraptured whenever he does this, but you are. And he knows it. He takes a few extra seconds to check the folds, to make sure they won’t slip down, but you know he’s doing it because of what it does to you. Even when he finally looks up at you, your gaze doesn’t leave his now exposed forearms, the muscle there on full display.

Your husband smirks. “Ready?” His muscles flex as he holds his sword steady.

Mischief dances in his eyes and you take a deep breath, doing your best to ignore the warmth that’s flooded your cheeks, which you didn’t get from the training. You hold you sword at the ready, but as you give another glance at his forearms, you know you’ve already lost this one.

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