Arthur Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I know. I was talking about William. And I know he might not be your father, but he treats you like his kid and his only kid." And there is that word again. "Yea, he does." I murmur, looking away from him. At the end of the night, I could discover a lot of things about Arthur. I now know he's a cat person. His favourite colour is blue, favourite food fried rice and macaroni, my favourite holiday is Christmas. I'd say over ten this date has an eight. Together we walk to the door of my house and Arthur stops and I turn to him. "I guess this is where I go back if I hope to make cute babies with you someday." He says with a sad, pretty pout.

Arthur felt himself being pulled into a vortex, the world around him blurring. When his vision cleared, Arthur found himself standing in a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees and the soft chirping of birds. A figure approached him. It was none other than Agatha, the last leader of the Protectors. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and Arthur felt the familiar tug of the mate bond. As they spent more time together, Arthur relived the memories he had forgotten. He saw their passionate nights, their laughter, and their joy. But he also witnessed Agatha's growing unease, her fear for their future, and her ultimate decision to erase his memory and send their daughter away.

I had phoned my friends and told them where I had settled down and they promised to come and visit soon. “Hi there,” a man said and I turned around as I looked at him. He was supernatural and I got the idea that he was feline but I couldn’t be sure. He obviously greeted me since he sensed that Griffin was feline too and that I was a familial. “Hi,” I said and looked around. “I’m sorry, it was just so odd finding a familial with a feline baby,” he said with a smile, “I’m Arthur.” “Finley,” I said as I shook his hand warily.

He scowled. Arthur snickered, his hand going up to scratch the back of his head, messing his man bun. "Don't look at me like that, everyone has desires!" He defended. yeah, everyone had one or too many desires hushed up in their chests, clogged from the world, making them appear like saints. Arthur wasn't an exception. Staring at the stone earlier, he felt those dark desires swelling up in his chest, those desires he kept isolated and forgotten when he finally got a glimpse of his mate. Arthur didn't care that his mate was a baby then, he wanted nothing more than to protect and treasure, perhaps that was why Xavier made sure he stayed away from Kai, his lack of control ruined almost everythi

Mago laughed, “remember, you’re a man.” “Why don’t you do what Arthur did?” Marco blurted. “Arthur?” all three of us looked at Marco. “Arthur,” he shrugged, “Cathy’s boyfriend.” “Who?” Mago, Angelo, and I chorused. “Wait, I think it is here,” Marco took his phone and searched for something, “Here it is!” he happily said, showing us an image, “it is a good thing that Janine added it to my library. Arthur is a rockstar who fell in love with his personal assistant. Read this, and you’ll learn many things. One of those is what Arthur did to ensure Cathy wouldn’t leave her. He got her pregnant, and because of that, Cathy’s feelings for Arthur returned.”

"And the sex... God, the sex is so boring. It's always the same. Lights off. Under the covers. Five minutes and he's done. I watched this video once....don't judge me, okay?....where the guy went down on the girl and she looked so... so happy. And then he fucked her from behind and she was screaming and I just thought... I just thought what if Arthur did that? What if I asked him to try something different? But I can't. I can't because he will think I'm dirty or—or broken or—" I ended the voicemail and dropped the phone like it had burned me. And screamed into my pillow. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the earth to crack open and swallow me whole. How could I face him? How could I face eithe

She sighs, “Okay thanks, Arthur. I will see to Raven. Can you serve the last of the breakfast?” “Sure.” Arthur is actually the oldest in the orphanage. He is 16. He lost his parents at the age of 10 and even though he has had a few offers of adoption over the past 6 years; he has refused all of them. Arthur is tall for his age and a very skilled warrior already. He is training under Randolf and will no doubt be one of my top chief warriors by the time he turns 18.

Arthur heard what they were saying behind him, and his eyes filled with sorrow. He'd already severed his mate bond with me, so why was his heart aching so much? He weakly leaned against the wall. Even though he was bathed in the light of the setting sun, he didn't feel any warmth at all. On the contrary, he only felt a deep chill. Arthur dared not even breathe too deeply. My departure seemed to have left him with a searing pain that seeped deep into his bones. Soon, Lilian appeared in a lavish outfit, wearing a tiara made out of moonstone. She crouched down and gently patted Arthur's hand, saying, "Arthur, when are we having our bonding ceremony? I can't wait to be your mate!"

{Third person's pov} Arthur chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. He pulled back to look at her face, his eyes filled with desire. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me, babe." His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up over her head. He drank in the sight of her bare skin, his eyes dark with lust. "Baby, I am exhausted." Luna whispered, although her eyes held the same desires as his. Despite her words, the desire in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Arthur. He knew that her body was still responding to him, despite her exhaustion.

Actually, my whole life has been one long awkward situation, even before I ended up in this world. “Why... Why were you...?” Arthur was upset and understandably confused. One minute he was dead, the next he was in a Sam and Frodo fanfiction. “We thought you were dead,” I said by way of explanation. “And that’s what you do to the recently deceased?!” When he put it like that, it painted a rather sordid picture of what had been a perfectly innocent use of mimed sodomy as a means to an end. I can’t have been the first person to employ anal sex as part of an escape plan, surely.