Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Arthur Pendragon A/B/O
Chapter Summary: Merlin arrives to a drastically different Camelot.
AN: If I recall correctly, there wasn't a single time in the show where Uther got called out on his Utherness so... here have some Harry/Arthur and Harry being a BAMF.
Someone prompted me to write Harry/Arthur with omega Arthur so here you go, whoever you were.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," Harry muttered, keeping a hand curled around Arthur's neck, squeezing lightly as the man beneath him moaned.
Arthur shuddered under him as Harry thrust in, hips snapping loudly as more slick dribbled down his thighs. The strangled sound that left his throat made Harry groan, shove even deeper into that wet heat, sweat dripping down his back and making his tunic cling onto his skin.
Arthur was all naked beneath him, his blond curls messy and sweaty, and Harry curled his fingers through it, gripping tighter. Harry trembled at the sight of it, his heart galloping in his chest as the omega shivered, goosebumps spreading all over Arthur's pale skin. There were some bruises over Arthur's wrists, courtesy of Harry grabbing him the instant that he had seen him while others were from sword play with his knights.
Of course none of the knights knew where Arthur spent a few nights every couple of months. No one knew that Arthur was an omega or that he had apparently chosen Harry to fuck him through his heats. Harry grinned and leaned over the young man, pressing kisses to Arthur's neck as he reached down a hand to tug at his cock.
Arthur shuddered and moaned, biting into the pillow under his head, but otherwise not making more noise.
"Sometime…" Harry trailed off, sucking a bruise where he knew Arthur would be able to hide it, licking over the mark almost in apology but… not really feeling it. "Gotta get you somewhere where I can get you loud."
Arthur refused to comment at that, turning away at Harry's words even as his hips bucked, his whole back arching up into Harry's chest. Granted… Arthur didn't know Harry had warded the room the moment he felt the prince walk in, shielding their noises from the people walking down the street of Camelot. Harry's little home was on the outer edges of the lower town of Camelot, preferable to living near the castle and the throne but there were still occasional people walking to and from the market.
"Surely you can be loud," Harry continued, breathing heavily, hearing Arthur pant and whine through yet another orgasm. Harry smirked as Arthur's release shot through him like one of the man's crossbow bolts flying towards its target. "Even if you are a proper prince of Camelot."
"Please…" Arthur croaked, writhing underneath him as Harry bit into his shoulder blade, sucking another bruise into pale skin. A bruise of his own making, not one from being hit by an iron sword in practice. Arthur shivered even as his cock hardened again, his body loose and pliant but still needy. Harry stroked over heated, sweaty skin, tracing muscles, stroking over Arthur's shoulders and trailing nails over Arthur's bare arms.
"Please what?" Harry whispered, dropping down to curl his tongue over Arthur's ear, leaning down to trace Arthur's pulse point and lick. He could feel the heat dripping off of Arthur's body, making him sweat even more. It wasn't even that cold of a day outside, the sun shining in the sky and not a cloud in sight and yet Harry… both of them were sweating. "I've got you underneath me again, Arthur. I'm not letting you go... until you've come again and possibly not even that. Fuck."
Arthur bucked up against him, shivering, shuddering, a sound escaping his throat like a growl. Harry reached his hand back up to yank on a few of Arthur's blond curls, pulling him up. Arthur closed his eyes, kept them closed as Harry pulled him into a sloppy, heated kiss, bruising and wet as he thrust his tongue in. He reached his other hand down and slipped a finger into the man's hole, slipping wetly around his own cock.
"Don't… mark me," Arthur hissed through clenched teeth as Harry pulled away a little bit. They were skin to skin, Arthur's bare back to Harry's clothed chest, and Harry muttered, leaving one hand on the nape of Arthur's neck to pull off his own shirt.
"Yeah?" Harry retorted, squeezing his fingers once, twice, and trailing them down to Arthur's hip. "'M not doing it… anywhere you can't hide under clothes."
Arthur groaned, this time a little louder, and Harry grinned before sliding out, wet inch by wet inch. Arthur reached a hand around and dug his nails into Harry's wrist, holding him there as if he didn't want to be left alone. Harry softened his hold but not by much as he pushed in hard and fast, letting Arthur rest his head back on the pillow as Harry fucked him deeper, hotter and sweeter.
"Harry. Fuck," Arthur muttered, clenching around him and Harry smirked, hearing Arthur's voice waver between desperate heat and shame. Harry closed his eyes at the sound even as he snaked one hand around to grip Arthur's cock, jerking him off, and sending the man beneath him over the edge again. Harry pressed a kiss to Arthur's neck as the prince's body froze in the moment of pleasure, of hot need, and let go.
Arthur's hips rolled needlessly down against the mattress, instinctual need for friction leaving him as he deflated. Harry pressed a line of kisses along hot skin, feeling Arthur's muscles tighten around him, sending him over the edge as well. A sound left his throat at the tight, wet heat, familiar after a few heats spent with the prince of Camelot.
Harry's eyes closed as pleasure shot through him, his toes curling, his fingers digging into Arthur's hips. He leant down and pressed his forehead against Arthur's shoulder blades, feeling the man shudder under him as his cock grew in size. "Arthur."
He nosed over the blond curls, inhaling the smell that he had come to enjoy, and slowly slipped an arm around Arthur's waist, pulling them both over. Arthur's scent was something inherently… contained or restrained, he supposed. Leaning in closer brought him nose to skin, making Arthur shiver beneath him, bringing with it the smell of iron and heat.
Flipping them so that he was on his side with Arthur curled into him and still… Arthur wouldn't meet his eyes. Arthur groaned as their connected bodies stayed together, as Harry's cock in him made him squirm. Harry tightened his grip on the man's shoulder, keeping him still. He could feel Arthur's muscles under his fingers, as he traced over Arthur's chest, soothing over Arthur's hitching breaths.
The heat that had once radiated from Arthur's body had lowered, had dropped down to a simmer. Over the course of the night, it would dissipate even more, the heat falling away and cooling off.
"Get some sleep," Harry finally said, letting out a sigh and closing his own eyes. He knew that in the morning… Arthur would be gone yet again, back to the palace and back to where that asshole of a king lived. Or rather… King Uther. Harry hadn't done Uther the respect of saying the man's name aloud, after hearing what the guy had done to warlocks and sorcerers in Camelot. The Purge had made Uther a lot of enemies, including the witch Harry had caught trying to kill Arthur a week ago.
There was also the little tiny fact that Harry knew that Ygraine had been… unable to have a child. He had met her the day before meeting her son, meeting the son that she had been unable to produce. Ygraine's ghost had been silent as the grave as she had stared at him that day, her pale eyes haunted and sad. After that… Harry had looked closer at Arthur Pendragon, Uther's son, his vision flickering between magical and not, seeing the very faint magical line around Arthur.
Arthur's breathing evened out a couple of minutes later and Harry easily followed him into sleep not too long after.
Two months later and Harry was beginning to worry. He hadn't started to pace yet but his magic was vibrant around him. He walked out of his home, small as it was, and looked around the street in front of him, eyes flicking over the people he had come to know over the past several months and stopping on the two guards in Pendragon colors. Bright red and black stood out well enough in the crowds, as they walked through the street. The moon shone down on them, almost like it was picking them out for him, and he laughed quietly. The night swept through the town, bringing with it a cold chill. Winter had descended on the town but Harry wasn't even wearing a cloak to keep warm.
They weren't knights but they would do well enough. Harry closed the door on his home and stalked out into the street, his magic making a wind kick up, sweeping up bits of dust and dirt around him. He didn't even keep a leash on it, instead just let his hold go, let his eyes flash in the moonlight, let his cloak settle around his shoulders, let the elder wand hum and slip itself into his fingers. Not that he needed a wand but he knew the sight would…
People yelped and screamed as they saw him, as the silhouette of wings flickered at his back. He smirked idly and continued walking, even as guards spilled from alleyways all around them.
The two soldiers at the opposite end of the market froze and then drew their swords. The screams drew more soldiers and Harry slowed down, ending up in the middle of the market, in the middle of people trying to sell their vegetables and fruit and other wares. Soon enough he stood alone in the chaos, seeing people's eyes widen, seeing their skin pale at the sight of him.
"You! Come with us! It's illegal to use magic here in Camelot!"
"Yeah. Does it look like I give a fuck?" Harry questioned idly, his eyes bright with amusement as the guards stared at him, pointing their ring of swords and pikes at him. "I need information on the whereabouts of Prince Arthur."
"We're not telling you that, sorcerer. You're to be burned at the stake for your crimes. Come with us."
In between the chatter amongst the guards, Harry picked out a few certain words, like 'hunting' and 'out for a few days' and laughed. Arthur would have already made it to his home, had he actually been… safe.
Harry snorted out a breath and held up his hands. "Very well. I surrender. Take me to your leader and all that."
The captain of the guards blinked, his skin pale, his eyes wide.
Harry twitched and conjured a witch light, bright amongst the torchlights around them. Every single man flinched and took a step back, probably unconsciously.
"Really? It's just a light," Harry offered, laughter bubbling up and leaving his throat. "I won't hurt you lot. It's Uther I want to talk to."
"It's King Uther to you. Now get walking."
The pikes behind him poked him in the back and Harry snorted, able to feel how shaky their hold was. He extinguished the witch light, reducing the amount of light around them greatly.
"I didn't vote for him," Harry muttered, shrugging and peering up at the castle at the far end of the town. The walls behind him, about a couple of miles away, towered over the streets and houses, separating Camelot from anyone who wanted to harm its citizens. He could feel the presence of several alphas and omegas around him, some betas rounding out the circle of second orientation. The guards behind him were mostly alphas, their chests puffing out in defense of their brothers and folk who lived in and around Camelot.
They walked through the streets, passing by people who screamed at the sight of him, who went pale but didn't say a word in his defense otherwise. They were too scared to do anything, too scared of speaking out against Uther and the men who made the laws and protected them.
Harry grimaced as they made it to the gate at the edge of the inner wall that stood between him and the castle. He could sense a very minor warlock in the castle, his or her power a mere puddle compared to Harry's.
"You and your magic. Think you can get away," one of the guards whispered behind him.
Harry huffed and slipped through shadows, landing behind the group of guards and knights. Every single man froze in front of him, frightened sputtering filling the air as they looked frantically around them.
"Boo!"
The regular guards jumped and turned around, raising their pikes instantly towards him. The knights stood their ground, their anonymous faces going rapidly pale. Harry smiled at the guards and knights in front of him, baring more teeth than was dinner table appropriate.
"Well? Are you taking me to meet King Uther or not?" Harry asked, rocking back on the heels of his feet as he watched them. "I'm not on a schedule here or anything…"
"Don't do that again," the captain ordered, his voice edging closer to frantic near the end.
"What? Do this?" Harry walked into the closest shadow and ended up in the ante room before the throne room. He hadn't been anywhere near the castle and for good reason. It stunk of fear, of self repression not unlike what Arthur occasionally smelled like, and he near let out a growl as he caught Arthur's particular scent and the way it led down.
The two guards at the great doors barred his way immediately, their eyes going wide at his sudden appearance. He could hear the cries of the knights and soldiers he had left behind him and smirked, flicking a finger at the doors in front of him. "I am having words with the king now. Excuse me."
The double doors swung open fast and loud, screeching out their protests at being opened this way. Harry stepped in and stared at King Uther, at the man who stood in front of his throne. The rest of the knights flanked him, leaving Uther in the middle of a well armored circle. An older man with white hair stood beside the king, his light eyes wide with what looked like apprehension. The rest of Uther's council stood behind the throne, cowering behind one of the stone pillars that held up the throne room.
"How dare you enter the throne room?!" Uther yelled as Harry walked towards him. "Guards!"
"How dare I? How dare you," Harry started, hearing the men who had 'captured' him come running into the room. Pikes and swords swung towards his back and Harry smiled idly, sweeping his magic behind him with a decidedly petty thought. Yelps filled the hall as swords and pikes turned into cats, their newly found voices filling the air with yowls. Cats hissed and spat, scratching out at the people holding them. The knights and soldiers immediately dropped their… charges, their weapons, their eyes wide as their once weapons ran from them. "You call yourself a peaceful king, a just king, and yet you murder hundreds, if not thousands, of people who were just minding their own business."
Uther glared at him, the crown on his head sparkling in the moonlight that came in through stained glass windows. "Sorcerers do not deserve to live. You will be burned at the stake in the morning. Knights!"
"For what crimes? For being myself? For worrying about the pretty omega that was too frightened to even look me in the eye?"
Uther paled a little bit but didn't back down, his eyes still sparking with anger. "It was a sorcerer who killed Ygraine! It was a sorcerer who tried to kill me! The Purge was justified!"
Harry snorted, slowly shaking his head. "No, it wasn't and no, it wasn't a sorcerer who killed your wife. You're a hypocrite, Uther. You send your own son to murder innocent people, women and children among them. You send people to their deaths without even looking at them."
"You dare to accuse-"
"Yes, I dare. I'm confident enough to do this," Harry retorted, taking a step towards Uther and his ring of guards. "Confident enough to be at ease now. Confident enough to know that your death will not be my doing but instead… will be at the hands of one of the victims of your so called justice."
"You are threatening me! You are threatening Camelot! Knights! Take him into the-"
"Do you want me to tell everyone here about how the purge started? About how your wife-"
Uther's face purpled and reddened with rage. "Not one more word, sorcerer, or I will have you executed on the spot."
Harry laughed out loud as he felt one of the former swords, now a cat, brush up against his leg. He bent down and stroked its fur, white, black and orange, and picked it up, hearing it begin to purr. "Oh, do try that. I do so enjoy having my life threatened."
Shadows pooled around him, around his feet, curling around his form like he was their mother. He stared at Uther even as he brought his wings forward, great, big black things that dwarfed him. "I am Death, Uther Pendragon, and my life will not be easy to take. Do you care to try now? Or are you going to have your knights try? Try and get themselves killed?"
Uther spluttered, his eyes wide, his face having lost all color. "Get out of here. Now."
"Now? When I'm having so much fun?" Harry asked, keeping his voice low and even, stroking the cat in his arms idly, scratching its ear and watching as it arched into his fingers. "You have so many deaths on your hands, Uther. It will be hard to get out that much blood."
Uther glared at him and opened his mouth only to let out a shrill of a yelp. He brought up his hands, the only skin that was visible, out from a cloak, and stared at them in horror. Red dripped down his skin, coating it, as blood slowly dripped down his arms. "Stop this! Stop this now!"
Harry took another step towards the king and stared into the eyes of the knights who ringed the man. "Who'll blink first?"
The knights twitched but stood still, closing their ranks even tighter than before.
Harry grinned and put down the cat in his arms, watching as it trotted off to join the other felines. "I've always liked cats. You have to work to earn their loyalty. These knights and guards… That is fear. Loyalty out of fear, Uther. You know who has earned my loyalty? It's not you."
Uther's mouth opened and closed multiple times.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Harry commented, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. He took another step towards the king and the knights took a step backward, keeping the king within their circle of mail armor. He curled his wings back in and vanished them, looking right into Uther's eyes. "I plan on sticking around, Uther. Make very sure of what you are about to do because you will not last a second. It will be very enjoyable to receive your soul."
"Sorcerer! I will not bow to you!"
"Yeah, that's what I am," Harry remarked, finally just sweeping aside the knights with a flick of his fingers. They all yelled out as they were picked up and thrown to the sides, leaving them out of breath and bowled over. "It's what I was born as and that will never change. I am sparing you as a favor for your son, as regrettable as it might be."
"Stop right there! You are spreading lies! Lies that no one will believe!" Uther finally yelled, his eyes almost bulging.
Harry was about to turn around only for the door behind the throne to open, admitting a young woman with black hair. The woman had bright green eyes and smooth hair, eyes that widened significantly at the sight before her. And… Harry smiled faintly as the woman walked up to stand in front of Uther, glaring at Harry.
"Uther? Is… What is going on? Who are you?"
"Go back to your room, Morgana," Uther ordered, without turning away, keeping his eyes on Harry. "This is just a sorcerer who doesn't know his place."
"My place?" Harry echoed, his magic boiling within him, his eyes probably glowing. "My place? Uther…"
He stalked forward, his way now clear and stopped a sparse foot away, meeting the king's eyes easily. Uther stumbled and took a step back after seeing something in his eyes. "Oh, my mistake. I am sparing you as a favor to your daughter and son. Who knows? You might find yourself in need of another sorcerer to get yourself a child again. And let's get one thing straight. Make one wrong move. Send your knights after me or another warlock and I will kill you."
"Uther, what… what does he mean by that?" Morgana questioned, her eyes narrowing. "Your daughter? What… Who are you?"
"You… Morgana, can call me Harry. Now Uther… what have you done with your son?"
Uther paled even more as Morgana turned to look at him. "Gaius, take my ward out of the throne room, please."
Harry stared at Uther and smiled, the cat who ate the canary.
Uther stared back, his eyes still wide in defeat, his shoulders slumped.
"You told me Arthur went out hunting," Morgana said, blinking at him and crossing her arms. "What… is going on?"
"He has disappointed me one too many times," Uther whispered just loudly enough that Harry could hear him.
Harry stared at him and then flinched, inhaled deeply. "Do you mean to say… Arthur, your son, Ygraine's son, is down there? In the cold? What do you think your wife would say, hmm? Would you like to hear what she has to say? Because that can be arranged."
Uther tripped and stumbled, falling down onto the throne behind him, his face paling to the point of white. Harry could see sweat drip down Uther's forehead and he took another step towards him. "I am staying here, Uther. You had better hope Arthur still has love for you otherwise… Well, I think you can use your imagination."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the man and then turned around, stalking off towards the dungeons. He heard the quiet patter of cat footsteps as all of the cats he had made followed him, hissing as one of the guards tried to reach out for one of them.
Arthur shivered in the cold of the cell, the straw underneath him rustling quietly. The yells of the men and women around him in the dungeons made something in his chest clench, made his stomach roil. The faint flickerings of heat, of slick dripping down his thigh made him squirm and wince. He wondered… if Harry would notice his absence or if he would even care about… He had tried to be good but…
The roar of voices echoed through the dungeons ahead of him, growing in volume, as the guards made their rounds. A cold gust of wind flew through the hall and Arthur felt his entire body tremble, cold air winning out over the slight tendrils of a heat. He hit his head against the cold stone behind him, closing his eyes against the sight of bars locking him in.
The hiss of a cat drew his attention next and he startled as he glanced up, as a black cat shuffled through the bars. Another cat trotted and jumped over the lowest bar, this one white with orange socks, and peered up at him with blue eyes.
"Arthur?"
"Oh fuck."
The bars swung open and Arthur blinked, once, twice, and looked up into Harry's bright green eyes. Harry looked back even as he nudged a cat out of his way, kneeling before him.
"Harry?"
"Yeah, Arthur?"
"What… Why are you here?"
"I'm here for you," Harry murmured, reaching out to lay a hand on Arthur's ankle. Arthur shivered at the touch and nearly arched into those fingers, warm and gentle. "Come on. Can you walk?"
"How…" Arthur swallowed on a dry throat, taking Harry's outstretched hand and standing up on his own power. His legs trembled slightly but he stayed upright. Mostly. Harry slipped an arm around his waist and helped him out of the cell. There were no guards to stop them but there were more cats than he had seen in a while. "What's the.. Why are there cats?"
"Long story," Harry answered, taking more of his weight as Arthur stumbled into him. "I'll explain after your heat."
Arthur sighed as a cloak settled around his shoulders, his eyes closing in exhaustion.
"Yeah. After," Harry whispered, curling an arm around Arthur's shoulders and hitching him up into his arms.
"You are not carrying me around. I'm the prince!"
"Yes, I know. That doesn't mean your father can throw you in the dungeons," Harry muttered, his voice rumbly as Arthur snorted, leaning his head against Harry's chest, letting his eyes close. "Or that your father knows what you need more than you do."
"He's my father. Of course he knows what I need."
"Like hell he does. Arthur, we're in your room. Bed?"
Arthur blinked and opened his eyes, peering around what actually were his rooms. "How… did we get here so fast?"
"Trade secret that I will also explain after you've slept and after we've fucked," Harry said, lowering him to the bed.
Arthur felt himself lowered to the bed and he dug his fingers into the sheets, a raw sound leaving his throat. His boots were slowly pulled off and his clothes peeled off, letting him twist into the covers even deeper. Two cats soon joined him, jumping up onto the bed and curling up on either side of him. Fingers combed through his hair and he reached out, gripping onto Harry's wrist. "Don't go."
"I won't. I'll be here when you wake up, Arthur," Harry whispered, his thumb rubbing circles into Arthur's skin. "Get some sleep. And perhaps sometime in the next few days think about hiring a servant."
"Don't want anyone in my rooms except you," Arthur muttered, slipping further under the covers.
"I'm honored but think about it," Harry whispered, exasperation in his voice. "Looks like a tornado threw up here."
"Does not."
"Does too. You probably don't even know what a tornado is," Harry commented. "Go the fuck to sleep."
"Hey!"
Harry snorted in amusement and ran his fingers through Arthur's hair again, combing through it.
The first thing Merlin saw when he arrived a week later was a young man riding a broomstick. In the sky.
AN: Next chapter will get back to Fast and Furious with Harry/Brian/Dom. (hopefully) This plot bunny just wouldn't leave my brain until I wrote it. And I really just wanted to see Uther getting yelled at.