ArthurxFem!Reader: Favorite Maid

Story info:

Characters: Arthur

Reader: Human, female, maid

World: Arthurian Era Britannia (Original NnT World)

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You were just a maid, nothing more.

You worked as one of most appreciated and hardworking maids in the Camelot castle and was called the nicest person fairly often. You were young, only twenty, but many maids came to you for advice, often older than you. Because you were always patient and kind, never raising your voice one single tone. And angel, they called you sometimes.

You were just a maid. Or maybe, you were as much as a maid.

Your father was a drunk, possibly dead already somewhere under the bridge on in city outskirts. Or rather, the man you called father, because he was married to your mother. And your mother was a whore that nobody wanted. You were third oldest of their total six children, and second oldest of those three that were alive. Your older sister married are very young age and died during childbirth, your two younger siblings died of illness. Your two brothers that were alive, joined ranks of Holy Knights and were doing pretty well. Oldest one actually got promoted for Holy Knight last month.

You also left that life when first chance had appeared. And now, who were you? Girl living in a fancy castle, even if as a part of the staff.

You were just a maid, but that was more you ever asked for.

Especially, when you could call yourself the favorite maid of the king of Camelot, Athur. The man – boy, actually – you found liking in. It was you he requested to serve his meals, make his bed and prepare bath. It was you he occasionally stopped by and shared few words. It was you whose name he remembered. You knew you should not develop any feelings towards that boy, four years younger than you, but you did. You knew you should dim them, but you didn’t. Instead, you savored each and every look he gave you, each smile in your presence, each time he spoke your name. Many other girls would try to work their way into his bed in your place, but not you. Maybe because you were too shy, or maybe because you were just perfectly fine with what you got.

“Reader?” you almost screamed as someone’s voice startled you put of your thoughts.

“Yo… Lo-Lord Arthur?” you caught yourself at trying to say ‘your majesty’ once again, but stopped yourself just in time. It was about a week ago when Arthur requested you to call him by name, and amongst everyone else calling him by every title possible for king, you were still getting used to it. You exhaled, pulling back some irritating strands of your brown hair. “Y-You startled me.”

Here it goes again. Whenever he was around, you’d just start to stutter, blush and speak quietly. It was so oblivious to whole castle that you loved king Arthur… To whole castle but one person. Because Arthur was still just a child. Oblivious one, to that. Never oblivious to you, but always oblivious to your feelings. But what could you do, if he saw you more like friend/sister?

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” boy laughed. Oh god, how you loved his laugh. And his smile, and amber hair, and those two big purple eyes. You loved everything about him. And you were just too shy to confess… And you didn’t even want to confess. You were happy with life as it was.

“Is there anything you’d want from me?” you asked, regaining some of your maid composure that was enough to dim most of your stuttering.

“Would you like to come and see me training?” dorkiest smile ever. He’s one cute dork, isn’t he? And then; realization. Go to see Arthur training. In his training clothes. Maybe, just maybe, with no shirt. Oh dear lord. You turned around at once, your face red, just a step from nosebleed. If your imagination could do that, then actual view… “Reader, are you okay?”

“Yes, I am Lord Arthur, I’m sorry for my ridiculous behavior” And you know you shouldn’t do it, that you shouldn’t say what you wanted to say. Bu you still said it; “And I’d love to see you training.”

Oh well. Mary will understand why you didn’t came to help her today. Hopefully.

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Now you know why he wanted you to come to see the training. Because the one he had trained with was no one else than your oldest brother, newly promoted Holy Knight. An idiot that started teasing you about your feelings almost immediately after seeing you, leaving Arthur as oblivious to it as always. It ended up with you just politely asking Arthur to ‘kick his ass up into the sky’. Which, to your surprise, he almost did. Sadly, your brother only got stuck in a tree. But you didn’t even laugh, greatest part of your attention at Arthur, and his perfectly shaped body.

If he only knew what you were imagining sometimes.

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You hummed quietly, as you prepared Arthur’s bed for sleep while he bathed, making sure that everything would be as comfortable for him as possible. You were a perfectionist in everything that was for Arthur, and you couldn’t help that. He deserved only the best in your eyes.

“Reader?” sounded above your ear and you jumped, startled, onto the bed, only to see Arthur in his night gown, laughing above you. You blushed fiercely, trying to not to think that you technically was half-laying on his bed. “Are you okay? You seem blushing a lot recently. Are you sick?”

Holy mother of god, was all you managed to think when Arthur leaned forward to you, practically on top of you and put his hand on your forehead. His loose night gown was showing you some of his perfectly shaped torso and that was enough for lights to dance in your vision and your consciousness to slip away. Holy mother of god, he’s too handsome, you managed to think.

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You had no idea for how long you’ve been blacked out when you awoke. But wings weren’t exactly right for you. You felt your hair were loose, not in their usual, tight bun. You also felt lack of tight corset of your maid uniform and your shoes. And bed felt a little too soft under your body, pillows a little too fluffy. It definitely wasn’t your bed. If it wasn’t your bed, then whose…?

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Oh. Arthur’s bed. Yes. That seems legit. You passed out in Arthur’s chamber and now you lay on his bed. With him apparently laying just next to you. Oh god.

“Lo-Lord A-Ar-rthur?” you stuttered, slowly turning your head to the side to face the boy. And almost immediately regretted the choice. Close. Too close, his face mere inches from yours.

“I send for Merlin. She said you passed out because of pressure” Arthur said, and you nodded. Yes, pressure. You were glad that you hadn’t a nosebleed. “She also told me what caused that pressure.”

…

Oh. Oh shit. It’s bad. It’s so very, very bad.

“O-Oh. Di-Did she?” you stuttered, serious look on Arthur’s face, not fitting him at all making you nervous. And then, he smiled, and suddenly drew closer. And, just like that, kissed you.

And you? You simply fainted again.



Holy mother of god. Arthur kissed me. In his own bed.