Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who and Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #178 - Prince Arthur Is Such A (Clotpole) Gentlemen

Imagine a cold icy wind swept through the village rustling the autumn leaves and biting at all exposed skin. Pellets of hard rain slashed through the dark clouds above. You slowly strode through the thick, sticky mud, your long dress rippling around your ankles, now dip-dyed with brown. You clutched yourself tighter as the cold nipped at your bare arms; your hair sticking to the back of your neck and your eyelashes' moisture dripping onto your cheeks. You cursed yourself for forgetting your coat. Which only left you with a thin scarf wrapped loosely around your neck.

The soft squishing of horse hooves alerted you slightly and you turned around to see a white horse. You ignored it though; you saw horses quite a lot trotting through the village. You trudged further, swinging your basket as you went, towards the small bakers on the other side of the town. You were in need of bread and the bakers was unfortunately relatively far from your house. You had thought the dark storm clouds would hold out for until you returned home, but it seemed the weather was not on your side.

"My lady!" You heard someone call. You turned back squinting through the rain.

A tall man swung himself off a horse and jogged towards you. Due to the rain your vision was relatively blurry. You only realised it was in fact the Prince when he was only a couple steps in front of you.

You immediately bowed your knees in a curtsy and you could see strands of your hair dripping in front of your face. A strong hand gripped your arm and pulled you upwards gently, amusement glimmering in his eyes.

"Please. There is no need." He said sincerely, slowly running his hand down your arm. You looked up at him through your eye lashes, your cheeks uncomfortably warm and licking your lips nervously. He seemed to suddenly remember why he interrupted your stroll and brought his hand back to his side.

"I was wondering why you were walking in such thin clothes in this weather." He asked, voice raised through the rain but still sympathy lacing his words. His perfectly curled hair was now matted to his head and his silken clothes were almost soaking wet. His scruff had collected many sparkling drops that glimmered sweetly. He suddenly reached a hand to your temple, stopping a rain drop trail.

You shrugged, flustered, too scared to speak, in fear of an embarrassing stuttering squeaky noise from erupting from your clumsy mouth.

He sighed deeply realising you weren't going to say anything. He brought his hands to his chest, fumbling with the string on his shirt, until it was opened. You blushed profusely at how the only other thing that he had underneath was a thin cotton shirt, that definitely didn't hide his chest. You forcefully averted your eyes from his muscled chest and fidgeted with your fingers. You felt the gentle sensation of fabric across your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat when you looked forward to see his chest almost pressed against your nose.

"M-My Prince." You stammered still blushing. He pulled back, tightening it around your shoulders. Your hands caught his and held the shirt around your shoulders.

"You need it more than I do." He said softly. You smiled but it wavered as another cold breeze whistled around your ears.

"But, sir, you will catch the death of cold." You complained. He placed a warm hand on yours to stop you removing the shirt. You stopped suddenly and let him readjust it smoothly.

"I'm pleased that you care so much about my well-being." He said, amusement lining his words, "But I feel it would be worth suffering for a day so that a beautiful woman wouldn't have to."

You blushed deeply and looked downwards but then blatantly noticed how his thin shirt was now soaking wet. The shirt certainly did not stop the highlighting of his protruding muscles and you could clearly see the dotted pattern of freckles across his chest.

"But, how should I repay you, my Prince?" You asked looking up with wide innocent eyes.

"Maybe...a kiss?" Your mouth dropped open in shock, it repeatedly opening and closing trying to form words.

His hand swooped to cup your face before you could retaliate however. Feather-like pressure brushed against your cheek and with a painful beat of your heart and flutters in your stomach, you realised the Prince was kissing your cheek.

The Prince was kissing your cheek.

He pulled back, his fringe plastered to his forehead and rain drops running down his cheeks. He gazed into your eyes, granting you time to drown into his emerald pools. You let out a sharp breath as you resurfaced through the crystal waters, feeling the sincerity tingle across your skin. He pecked your cheek once more, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. As he turned back to his horse you couldn't help but notice the dimples on the bottom of his spine. You gasped internally vigorously pushing the corrupted thoughts from your mind.

He strode back to his horse, jumping onto its back with his foot balancing him through looping into the stirrup. He grabbed the reins pulling the steed to one side, a sly smirk stamped across his lips.

"I hope to see you again, my lady." He spoke clearly through the pounding of the rain. Then he left with a last fleeting smile and a sharp kick to his ivory horse.

You stood frozen watching him gallop out of sight through the curtain of rain. A loud thunder clap snapped you out your thoughts and you suddenly remembered you were standing in the middle of the road, soaking wet, the Princes shirt draped over you shoulders and nowhere near your original destination.

Looking up at the sky, the weather didn't seem likely to clear up soon so you skipped happily back to your small cottage. You carefully hung the Prince's shirt on a washing horse allowing it time to dry. While you were drying your hair with a rag you promised yourself something.

You were definitely going to bring this shirt back to him tomorrow.

Any excuse to see him again.

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(I changed it from a Supernatural AU to Arthur because I think it makes more sense) 

(Been forever since I last updated)

(I'm arranging a schedule now!)

(Weekly updates on a Sunday!)

(May be updates throughout the week, but always will be one on a Sunday)

(This is mainly because I want to get back into writing and I hate leaving you guys on hiatus' all the time)

(Its not totally tubular of me)

(It seems that this chapter has doubled and I can't fix it D; goddammit)

(Update: FIXED IT!) 

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