Imagines about the BBC Merlin (Arthur Pendragon)
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Prompt: After an argument between you and Arthur he offers to cook you dinner, only problem is he's never cooked before a day in his life. ——————————————-
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"Congratulation Pendragon, you're officially an idiot." Arthur muttered to himself as he stared at the raw chicken in confusion. He spread the legs and stared intently, how was he going to do this, and not make you sick in the process?
Merlin came into the house and saw Arthur in the kitchen. Arthur looked over and was relieved to see his servant. "Merlin, thank God." Arthur called.
"Is this some royal custom, I'm too poor to understand or—" Merlin asks and Arthur glares at him.
"No, I'm cooking (y/n) dinner as a thanks for letting me stay here." Arthur says standing up.
"You? do something nice for someone else? Now I must really be dead." Merlin jokes.
"That's not funny, Merlin; I need you to get me two meals from the palace kitchens." Arthur demands.
"Oh I see, you're going to take credit for someone else's hard work?" Merlin belittles.
"(y/n) doesn't have to know I didn't cook it, all she need to know is that dinner was cooked and prepared." Arthur explains.
"Oh so you plan to lie to her, then." Merlin says unamused.
"It's not lying, it's stretching the truth, now go fetch the meals." Arthur demands shooing Merlin out of the house.
Merlin pauses before he leaves, "yeah well, I just hope you don't stretch the truth so thin that it snaps back in your face, my lord." Merlin says before exiting the house and leaving Arthur to find some way to dispose of the chicken.
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When you return a good two hours later Arthur greets you cheerfully. "(y/n), perfect timing; let me take that from you." Arthur's says taking your cloak from you and hanging it up.
"It smells good in here." You say in surprise as you expected to smell something burning at least a little bit.
"Thank you, come sit." He says and you walk over and sit down and he sits on the other side of the table. You glance down at the perfectly cooked chicken and raised your eyebrow. "You actually cooked this?" You ask him in suspicion.
"Of course I did, I told you I would." He answers with a nervous smile.
You go to take a bite and it was cooked to perfection; not even your chicken tasted this good when you cooked it. You looked up at Arthur with a frown, "show me your hands." You command and Arthur nearly chokes.
"What?" He asks looking up at you and then down at your awaiting hands.
"Show me your hands, Pendragon." You repeat. He drops his hands into yours curiously and you turn them over and study them. They had a bit of callouses from sword fighting, but other than that they'd never seen a day of labor in their life. "Just as I suspected, no nicks from a carving knife, no burns from the fire—you didn't make this meal and you lied to me." You say pushing his hands back to his side of the table in disgust.
"What are you talking about, of course I made this meal." Arthur says digging himself into an even deeper hole.
"I knew you were an arrogant ass, I didn't know you were a liar too." You scoff. You attempt to stand up but Arthur reaches over and grabs your arm. You attempt to pull your arm back but he doesn't let you.
"Let me go." You hiss at him.
"Just let me explain,—please?" He asks almost pleading.
"What's there to explain, your highness? Are you so impertinent that you pretend to do something nice for me, like cook me dinner, only to have someone else do it instead?" You snap at him, "and then proceed to pass it off as your own." You say and Arthur lets your arm drop at your words.
"I'm sorry, (y/n) and you're right." Arthur admits and you look up at him in surprise. "You have been nothing but kind to me for the time I've lived here, and I took advantage of that." Arthur says feeling guilty. "It's just I've never done this before; I—I suppose I just wanted to impress you." Arthur admits looking down embarrassed.
You stare at him for a moment attempting to assess if his apology was genuine or not. That is before you chuckle, "Arthur, the fact you even offered to cook me dinner at all impressed me." You admit. "Even if your food would have been the most inedible food in the world; it still means you would at least have made an effort and that you were honest." You tell him.
He nods, "to be fair, this food wouldn't probably poison you. If it were mine it would be debatable." He says with a light chuckle which you reciprocated.
"Well we wouldn't know would we? you may be a great cook." You acknowledge. "How about this—tomorrow I teach you how to cook a simple meal and then you'd have made it up to me?" You propose to him.
He smiles and holds out his hand, "it's a deal, milady." He says with a twinkle in his eyes, then beckons you to sit back at the table. "Now will you still dine with me? I may not have made it, but I don't wish for it go to waste either." Arthur asks.
You nod, "very well, your highness, it does look delicious after all." You concede and let him take your hand and lead you back to the table for dinner.
