Merlin: All hail the Prince - Prologue [0/?]
Title: All hail the Prince [0/?]
Author: Rae autumnrae89
Rating: G then eventual NC-17
Characters/Pairings: cast and Merlin/Arthur.
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the series in general.
Disclaimer: BBC owned Merlin, I just borrowed them therefore I'm not being paid and shouldn't be sued.
Summary: Life was very different for Arthur Pendragon in a world where magic is revered and strength frowned upon. But in search of a better life in Camolet Arthur really wonders if it should be all hail the Prince?
Author Notes: Prince!Merlin and Servant!Arthur for the Kink Meme and my apparent porn twin, you know who you are. ;) Also unbeta'd but will be in the coming chapters.
Word Count: 400-ish.
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Coming to Camelot was a bad idea, Arthur decided as his eyes flickered up towards the expansive castle. It wasn’t a place for someone like him, where his skill was held in his hands and his body not in magic. Magic was rife here in Camelot and freely encouraged but it was a scary thing for those who didn’t or couldn’t practise it, they had no real way of defending themselves from a sorcerers attack.
It was then that Arthur wasn’t looking and he bumped straight into another man, stumbling slightly, Arthur apologised quickly only to be met with an ignorant back. Gritting his teeth, Arthur tapped on the shoulder of the other man, noticing how small he was compared to himself, he was almost pitiful.
“It’s rude to ignore another man’s apology. Have you no manners?” Arthur said as he folded his arms.
Dark hair in disarray over blue eyes, a mouth curved into a smirk, sarcasm heavy in the air, “Really? However can I make it up to you?”
Arthur felt his own lips curl into a look of distaste, “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bother someone as slight as yourself with such a burden.”
Blue eyes narrowed with a flash of gold, “Speak your mind, peasant.”
“Peasant? Oh, I didn’t know I was speaking to a lord,” Arthur chuckled as he mock bowed, “Even more so that you should return to your father and contemplate what real hard work looks like.”
“Actually, it’s your highness,” The smirk fell and a look of scorn replaced it. Arthur held his ground as he realised the dark haired boy was Merlin Emrys, son of Queen Hunith, prince in training to become king.
“Well, sire, as I said before, please forgive me.” Arthur bowed awkwardly. The prince must have seen how much he loathed to do it on Arthur’s face as a wide grin spread on his own.
“What’s your name?” Merlin asked, his eyes scanning Arthur’s face.
“Arthur.” Arthur said begrudgingly, “Arthur Pendragon.”
Merlin nodded, his hand raised as if to gesture someone over, Arthur looked back as he felt two hands on each arm. “Welcome to Camelot, Arthur Pendragon; oh, and do enjoy your stay in the stocks.”
Author: Rae autumnrae89
Rating: G then eventual NC-17
Characters/Pairings: cast and Merlin/Arthur.
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the series in general.
Disclaimer: BBC owned Merlin, I just borrowed them therefore I'm not being paid and shouldn't be sued.
Summary: Life was very different for Arthur Pendragon in a world where magic is revered and strength frowned upon. But in search of a better life in Camolet Arthur really wonders if it should be all hail the Prince?
Author Notes: Prince!Merlin and Servant!Arthur for the Kink Meme and my apparent porn twin, you know who you are. ;) Also unbeta'd but will be in the coming chapters.
Word Count: 400-ish.
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Coming to Camelot was a bad idea, Arthur decided as his eyes flickered up towards the expansive castle. It wasn’t a place for someone like him, where his skill was held in his hands and his body not in magic. Magic was rife here in Camelot and freely encouraged but it was a scary thing for those who didn’t or couldn’t practise it, they had no real way of defending themselves from a sorcerers attack.
It was then that Arthur wasn’t looking and he bumped straight into another man, stumbling slightly, Arthur apologised quickly only to be met with an ignorant back. Gritting his teeth, Arthur tapped on the shoulder of the other man, noticing how small he was compared to himself, he was almost pitiful.
“It’s rude to ignore another man’s apology. Have you no manners?” Arthur said as he folded his arms.
Dark hair in disarray over blue eyes, a mouth curved into a smirk, sarcasm heavy in the air, “Really? However can I make it up to you?”
Arthur felt his own lips curl into a look of distaste, “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bother someone as slight as yourself with such a burden.”
Blue eyes narrowed with a flash of gold, “Speak your mind, peasant.”
“Peasant? Oh, I didn’t know I was speaking to a lord,” Arthur chuckled as he mock bowed, “Even more so that you should return to your father and contemplate what real hard work looks like.”
“Actually, it’s your highness,” The smirk fell and a look of scorn replaced it. Arthur held his ground as he realised the dark haired boy was Merlin Emrys, son of Queen Hunith, prince in training to become king.
“Well, sire, as I said before, please forgive me.” Arthur bowed awkwardly. The prince must have seen how much he loathed to do it on Arthur’s face as a wide grin spread on his own.
“What’s your name?” Merlin asked, his eyes scanning Arthur’s face.
“Arthur.” Arthur said begrudgingly, “Arthur Pendragon.”
Merlin nodded, his hand raised as if to gesture someone over, Arthur looked back as he felt two hands on each arm. “Welcome to Camelot, Arthur Pendragon; oh, and do enjoy your stay in the stocks.”