Nads

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Hey, Im Nads and ive been told i better make a post saying im not a bot

….im not a bot!

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Anyway I mostly like books and fanfiction <3

Sometimes do art (lazy artist here🙋🏻‍♀️)

Im 22. Proud plant mom🪴Love cats🐈

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His head was pounding. He could feel lines of blood running down to his eyes. Breathing felt impossible. Every movement threatens to collapse him.

He was being pulled through a castle. Golden shackles and chains made sure he would behave.

Not that he could do anything with the way his body ached.

Everything was a blur. A true strategist would take this moment to learn the layouts. Look for an opportunity for later at least.

But Arthur was too broken to be a prince now.

They finally arrived at a wide hall. Arthur finally felt stable enough to make out where he was. Handwoven rugs with dense floral patterns and deep jewel tones covered the floors.

Floor to ceiling windows on both sides let the light flow in, a gentle breeze had the navy-blue curtains moving.

“Your highness.”  

The guards bowed before they shoved Arthur to his knees. “Kneel before your prince, lord Emrys of Elador.”

Emrys was dressed in navy blues head to toe. Gold jewelry adorned his sharp features well. On his dark curly hair sat a golden chain circlet that shone under the light coming from the windows. Multiple rings sat on his long fingers. Arthur swore the dust of freckles on Emrys’s temples were also shining in gold. His beauty sharp enough to wound.

The prince, however, didn’t seem to acknowledge them. Or simply care enough. He was lounging on his throne with one knee resting over the other. One hand under his jaw as the other had a floating grimoire. The book shone and had symbols floating above its pages. Arthur assumed they were the symbols of the Old religion.

The one thing his father warned him the most about. And the thing that destroyed his kingdom and left him in shackles.

“Your highness, king Mordred has sent us his greatest slave and prisoner as a token of gratitude for your help in the war. Kneeling in front of you is the exiled Prince of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon.

“He was never a prince.” Figure on the throne didn’t look up from the grimoire. “Born of magic only to betray it. This slave is a disgrace to my land of magic.” The snap of the closing grimoire had Arthur startled and then, he was met with an intense gaze of blue.

“Your highness, we understand your resentment. However, the regent requested to keep the prize as a form of peace and alliance between the new ruler of Camelot and Eldor.

“Uncle Gaius is too soft.” The prince tilted his head; a dangerous smirk appeared on his lips. “king Mordred is wise enough not to backstab the warlock of magic.”

A dagger flew right to Arthur’s face but stood still inches away from him. He forced everything in him to not startle. preserving his last scraps of dignity and glaring up at Emrys.

“you can’t even use your weapon properly. Without your magic, even the sharpest swords won’t save you.” Arthur took satisfaction in Emrys’s smirk disappearing. Emrys waved his hand and the chains snapped apart. Arthur was surprised to find the dagger fly into his freed hands. He still had the shackles on, but this was enough freedom for him to slit Emrys’s throat open.

“Then let’s watch your arrogance shatter, shall we?"

“I still can’t believe my father had bribed you into this.” Arthur huffed as he cocooned himself further into the blankets. Fluffy, warm blankets shielding him from the cold. But also, hiding his pout.

“You know I hate your camping ideas Arthur. Especially at this time of the season! Just look at yourself! One more minute and you’ll have icicles hanging from your nose.” Merlin was so glad that he brought his own blankets because Arthur was hogging all he had brought and wouldn’t share.

This was so typical of him. At any minor inconvenience at work, Arthur had to drive his wagon to the outer skirts of the city and camp. And of course Merlin been dragged into these, because one, he can’t say no to Arthurs puppy dog eyes, two, Morgana was terrifying and three, Uther was even more terrifying. It was also ridiculous that Arthur always insisted on sleeping on the back of his wagon instead of using the nice van with proper beds that Morgana got him.

It feels like cheating, Merlin

“I’m not cold Merlin.” Said a very cold, shaky Arthur.

Merlin just rolled his eyes. He fished back to get his tea flask and get them both cups. The warmness and the steam eased his nerves. As he drank his tea, he felt the warm flow through his core.

Tea really was magic, especially in cold weather.

Arthur wouldn’t agree to it out loud, but he was glad that Merlin came with him on these trips. While Arthur just wanted an escape from his frustrations, Merlin made this more like a safe space. Once empty wagon was now a tiny pocket of coziness.

At first, it was his socks.

Your toes will fall off with those thin ass socks

And Arthur was subjected to wear fluffy socks that looked like stoats.

Then, his snacks. Or rather, the lack of them.

You didn’t bring anything to eat you dollephead?!

Arthur just wanted to be away and well, he only remembered his growling stomach miles away from the city.

I changed those abominations you call pillows into some real ones

You don’t have first aid kit?!

Why am I not surprised at the lack of bug spray?

Here, put some sunscreen, I don’t wanna deal with a whiny lobster.

Merlin didn’t only force him to camp normally. He made the wagon feel more lived in too. There was always a jar of tea powder to bru. Colorful blankets to keep them warm. Fairy lights to decorate the wagon. Even a brown toad plushie with a crown on top of its head because he looks just like you Arthur!

And call Arthur impulsive but he just had to get the toad plush a dragon plushie friend because…because he say so!

And most importantly, Merlin made him gaze at the stars.

Merlin was such a nerd about these things, always babbling about news on space or a paper he read about planets. Arthur loved watching Merlin talk with so much passion. His eyes would lighten up whenever Arthur asked him for something space related.

Here, away from the city, the night sky was clear. Merlin would make himself comfy in the blankets and gaze above. Tell Arthur of any constellation he could recognize. It was adorable to see Merlin rush him to make a wish whenever a shooting star passed by.

Before, Arthur just wanted to find solace in the dark, but Merlin had brightened his darkest moments.

Merlin was quietly gazing at the stars above with a small smile. They were sitting so close, Arthur could see a dust of freckles on Merlins nose. He tried to count them but…

“Arthur?”

“Your freckles…they’re so many.” Arthur shifted closer. “It’s like…your eyes couldn’t hold all the stars in them, so some fell down to your temples,” Arthur whispered.

They were so close to one another, a fragile moment with both souls lost in their emotions.

Arthurs eyes finally left Merlin’s as they landed on his lips. He moved closer gently. Softly sealing their lips.

Merlin’s lips were so tender against his own. He felt Merlin kissing him back and happily sighed.

Merlin’s hands were in his hair. The soft noises he was making made Arthurs heart race. He moved back just enough to look at Merlin again.

“Your eyes really are like galaxies.” Arthur paused and laughed at his own cheesiness. “Gee, heh. That’s pretty corny tho, huh?”