A/N- Hello! I appreciate you deciding to read this fic. I will try to update once a week, but no promises. I'm not sure how many chapters there will be. All criticism is accepted but do try to be civil about it.
UPDATE-While I'm writing the second chapter, I realised there would be a load of continuity errors. I'll be constantly updating revised chapters, so if you do spot some, feel free to point them out :)\
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I woke up with Arthur's arms enclosing me. I was thankful for that, since I just had a nightmare, the reoccurring one of Arthur nearly dying on that fateful fighting against Morgana's army, Mordred stabbed him in the side. I barely kept him alive, even with magic at my disposal. I was incredibly lucky that night. Neither of us knew what exactly happened, but right when I felt his pulse drop lower than it ever has, we were engulfed by a blinding light, and a voice said in a gentle way, "It is not your time yet, King Arthur. There are things you must do on this earth with your companion." When the light faded, he was fine and healthy, not pain whatsoever. We were so ecstatic and happy, and I got a bit carried away. Accidentally told him that I loved him, and didn't even realize until he returned the favor, and then slowly kissed me.
We didn't exactly tell anyone about the last bit, but walking into encampment holding hands and sleeping in the same room pretty much ensured everyone knew of our relationship. I was still Arthur's manservant, the only difference was the knights teasing us more and doing couple-y things. Guinevere was fine with it, was happy for us even. She became an apprentice to the cooks, and now, head of the kitchen. She didn't really have the heart to rule, nor resume her post as servant girl. Arthur made sure she had a job lined up for her in the castle though, and she already had a knack for cooking. The war greatly strained her, and gave her a form of a stress disorder. Cooking and constantly being surrounded by her friends helped her condition. Everything was going great these past few months. Everything was rebuilt, Arthur wasn't having trouble with the commoners, and everyone was happy. I was content and ready to fall asleep again before I saw the light streaming through the window, and remembered what I had planned.
I extracted myself from Arthur's arm and got dressed (much to Arthur's probable disappointment.) ,making sure Arthur wasn't awake yet and rushed down to the kitchens.
Upon my arrival, I saw Guinevere kneading some dough for the biscuits. "Do you have the basket, Gwen?" I asked her. "Yes, Merlin. Have fun and don't let the horses run off again," she said with a smile. The last time Arthur and me went out we kind of…got distracted…and let the horses get away. We found them again, of course…at the royal stable. That story got around quite fast. My cheeks darkened slightly as I took the basket and thanked Guinevere.
On the way upstairs, I went through my mental checklist. Basket? Check. Blanket? Check. Horses? Check. All I need is Arthur and we can go. Once I reached our room, I silenced the hinges with a spell and entered the room. Thankfully, Arthur was still asleep. I put the basket on my side of the bed and made sure that his sword was out of reach.
I started to creep up on his side and was starting to giggle before jumping on him and tickling him. It was our favorite way of waking each other up. Arthur shrieked like a little girl before trying to pin me down. I considered casting an incantation, but decided that would be unfair. I still put up a fight though, even as he sat on my hips and held my arms down. He was out of breath and still smiling though. "VICTORY IS MINE!" he shouted, knowing I put a silencing charm around our room long ago, after being found in a decidedly compromising position. Arthur kissed me on the lips (I wasn't arguing,) but once he started moving down I had to, unfortunately, stop him.
"Wait, we need to go out today Arthur. Now is not the time!" I said, trying to impede Arthur's progress undoing my shirt. He wasn't listening, so I said a quick spell and he was levitating above me, kissing and licking the air. I rolled to the side, laughing at his face, and dropped a very confused-looking Arthur. "What is so important that absolutely can't wait?" He asked, getting dressed. "We," I said, getting the basket, "are going on a picnic." I turned in a circle, looking for my neck scarf. "Looking for this?" Arthur said, smirking. Luckily, I had been in this situation before. I already put Arthur's sword in his scabbard, but had it in my belt. "Think you might want this?" I said, as my partner's smirk left his face. "Come and get it!" I yelled, racing out of the room and tucking the sword back in its sheath.
As I ran down the hallway and down the stairs, I heard quite a few threats and words I won't repeat fly out of my boyfriend's royal mouth. Running down the palace steps, I mounted my horse, knowing Arthur would never let me get away from him so easily. I thanked the guards and sped into the woods. It was such a rush, a full-on gallop. Whenever we go on quests, we never go faster then a trot for fear of running our steeds down before reaching our destination. I took a right into a clear meadow and slowed down. I knew Arthur took longer mounting then me so I knew he would be far enough behind to see us slow down.
As I dismounted and tied off the horse, I heard Arthur's stream of insults stop. "What," he said, taking his sword, "the HELL was that for?" I smirked and grabbed my neck scarf, turning around and pecking him on the cheek. "That was me getting you out of our room so we could have a picnic." "Well, you didn't have to do it that way, idiot." Arthur said the last part under his breath. I know he was secretly pleased; after all, he was the one setting up the blanket while I untacked our mounts. After I finished we sat down on he blanket while I got the food out. "I got strawberries, grapes, bread, and an apple pie." Arthur looked very happy. "Perfect. Lets split the food." He then sliced the bread in half and divvied up the fruit. I took my half, and he his.
Right as Arthur was about to take his first bite of the bread, I threw a grape at his mouth. I chuckled as he chewed the grape. "Merlin, you are toeing the line this morning."
"What line?" I said feigning innocence, knowing full well what he meant.
I was preparing to eat my bread when a blur of red hit it and I tasted strawberry. "I knew asking for extra food was right!" I said as I picked a bunch of grapes and started pelting Arthur with grapes and getting hit with strawberries. "This is WAR Merlin!" Arthur yelled as I got hit in the face. "I'm going to get you Arthur Pendragon if it's the last thing do!" I yell with a smile. I decide to take the forward approach and tackle him. I'm quick, sohe didn't catch me, not really. I use his speed against him and he sprawls backwards. He goes down with an 'oomph' and I know he has lost his breath. I take the opportunity to pin him down, much like how he did to me this morning.
"Oh it looks like I'm all defenseless now, doesn't it?" Arthur struggles out. "Eh, yeah, it does. You can barely speak." I say, and then lower myself down on him. I kiss him, and we melt together. I take my hands off his wrists and place it on his sexy, sharpened cheekbones. (A/N- Everyone is to busy staring at Colin's cheeks that no one notices Bradley's) Arthur take the opportunity to place his calloused hands on my back and cradling my head. As I feel Arthur start to push s on our sides, I hear leaves move and cracking twigs. I ignore it, as the woods surrounding the meadow are filled with creatures but then I hear a voice. "Ronald be quiet! You dolt."
Arthur freezes up and I get off of him and we both draw our swords. Whenever we plan a picnic, we always clear the area of guards and commoners the day before. Approaching the brush, I say, "Scare and capture?" Arthur nods. This method is one used when sneaking up on the knights for a laugh. I scare the 'prey' and Arthur captures/attacks them. Very effective. I creep around the cluster of trees and then…wait for it…wait for it…now! I jump into the trees, and happen upon three very strangely dressed teenagers. They shriek and jump out the other way, where Arthur is, preparing to catch them.
I take a look at them. There are two boys, one girl. They can't be older than 15. The girl has mousy brown hair, fairly unruly and wild. One of the boys, the tallest, has flaming orange hair and a bunch of freckles. The final boy, taller then the girl, has jet black hair with piercing green eyes. Also, a peculiarly shaped scar; I would describe it as like a bolt of lightning. How would one go about getting such a scar?
"Why the hell are you here?" Arthur says, angrily. "Why, um, hello sir. We have no idea where we are or how we got here so um. Yes. Don't kill us, please?" The girl says, with the mousy brown hair. "Very articulate Hermione. Good job," One of the boys says, the one with flaming orange hair. The one apparently called Hermione hits him upside the head. "Well, Arthur, I don' think we should trust them in the state they're in. I suppose we should clean up and take them to Gaius," I say, my voice laced with sadness. "We'll finish our picnic tomorrow," Arthur says, "I promise." I look into their confused faces. "Can any of you ride a horse?"