Notes:
I have only seen the first half of season 1, and read through fanfics and wiki spoilers of the rest.
As I prefer light humorous stories, I will be basing only parts of the charries on the show, and morgana might be good. Morguase I'm not sure will appear at all. It is also likely the minor charries from later episodes will be a bit OOC.
Sadly I am without a beta and britpicker, if any one is wlling to help, great, if not, well, at least I spell check everything.
A young man tore through the alleys behind a local pub, behind him, two knights struggling to catch up. The elder of the two fell behind, wheezing. The chase stopped abruptly as the man came to a halt, turning to face the knights.
"Oh, little girl, you don't challenge a knight and walk away without a lesson learnt." The younger knight snarled, though with less confidence then usual. Despite how he and his uncle were exhausted from the chase, the cloaked man before him only seemed to breathe slightly harder.
The man merely cocked his head to one side, and unsheathed a dagger, the insides of his dull bistre cape a brilliant flaming red.
Scarlet cape and a dagger with the head of a dragon at its hilt.
The elder knight sitting against the wall widened his eyes.
The Red Dragon.
Pulling the younger knight aside before he spewed more insults and quickening their deaths, "Its him! The red dragon!" he said as the youngster growled a protest. "Don't be a fool, he did not run out of fear but for discretion, he could take us both out with but a finger!"
Shocked as he was, the young knight tried to look tough and brave as he held out his sword defensively before him as the red dragon walked towards them in confident strides.
He pressed the dagger to the knights' throat before any of them could even lift a finger.
"You are not to torment the village women any longer." He said, "I am quite sure this is not standard knight behavior."
They both stammered and agreed to whatever the red dragon asked.
He WAS known for the ruthless acts toward the corrupt and indecency of lords and knights alike.
OOOOOOO
The red dragon had no idea when he became the red dragon, much less how he became the topic of many imaginative tales and rhymes, mostly about how he saved the common folk by gutting local lords who molest and mistreat…
Not exactly true, he may have gutted them, but only mentally.
He suspected the misconception was birthed from how he'd disappear with his, victim, and said victim would cease to exist, he was pretty sure he kept most of them alive while he reeducated them. He was under the impression they ran away in shame, or fear, either appealed.
As his father used to say, with great power comes great responsibility, and he just couldn't stand watching people being abused by those who should be sheltering them.
He sighed and pulled down the scarf and hood of his cape. Golden blond locks curling against his nape. Yawning as he stepped over a thick root, this forest was a bit unfamiliar, but the trees reminded him of the lands where he grew up, albeit wetter.
Trying to remember where he had tied Llamrei down, he furrowed his brows, he could remember this patch of grass quite clearly. Where had the mare disappeared to?
A familiar neigh sounded behind him, a whinny she liked to use when she missed him. He ran toward the white horse, baffled as to how she seemingly untied herself…
Only to trip over a rope that was suddenly raised mid gait, as a man sat himself swiftly upon him and bound his wrists together.
"Hello, Arthur." Came a bright voice.
Arthur groaned.
Notes:
I always did like awful first impressions (snicker
So yeah, my first merthur fic.
Thanks for reading!
You can leave anything in the comments like suggestions, or who do you think should appear? OwO
Sorry about the random spider man reference.
posted also on AO3, under the same name.