Obi-Wan Kenobi coming home tired and needing to vent, only to find his Padawan, Anakin, completely distracted.
Arthur, Merlin, and Gwaine are on a trip together:
Gwaine: Everyone always says to turn lemons into lemonade, but some people pay others to make it for them, and some people have a dull knife and brute strength.
Merlin: Sometimes life gives you lemons, but while you’re making lemonade, you forget and rub your eyes with lemon-covered hands.
Arthur: You know, ever since Merlin and you started talking about lemons, I’ve been craving lemon pie, lemon cake, lemon juice…
Gwaine: … is there such a thing as lemon cake?
Merlin: Seriously, that’s your concern, Gwaine? And Arthur, stop thinking about food—at this rate, your belt won’t even close anymore!
Arthur: Weren’t you the one who said eating lemons helps you lose weight?
Merlin: Only if you walk 20 km from the castle every day to get the lemons yourself!
Gwaine: Have you ever thought that lemons might be a human invention—a sour orange mixed with a fruit called citron?
Merlin: How did we even end up in this conversation!?
Arthur: I don’t know, you and Gwaine started talking about lemons.
Merlin: 🙄
Gwaine: Can we stop somewhere for lemonade?
Arthur:*Complaining about something while looking disheveled and sweaty.*
Knights:*Listening normally.*
Merlin: *Obsessively watching.*
Arthur: …
Merlin: *Staring at Arthur without blinking.*
Arthur:Are you listening to me?
Merlin: You know, just a tip, but I think it’d be in the best interest of all your knights if you stopped looking so hot while giving orders and arguing with me…
Arthur:What! 😳
Merlin: *Licks his lips and smiles.* Just saying, sir.
Leon: Get a room, you two! *So tired.*
Arthur is captured by pagans.
Arthur *in prison*: So, don’t panic, but I think I accidentally volunteered to be a human sacrifice.
Merlin, *trying to open the cell where Arthur is held*: HOW?!
Arthur: Well, I don’t know, I mentioned that a prince can’t engage in sexual relations before marriage, and I guess they figured I was a virgin.
Gwaine *dying of laughter*: 🤣
Merlin: Oh, for the love of the gods. Hang tight, we’re almost done unlocking this damned lock.
Arthur: Okay… just be quick, if you can. It looks like they’re preparing the fire.
Leon *looking at the pagans preparing torches*: I don’t know, sir, I think those are just decorations…
Lancelot *looking pale*: I think they plan to throw you into the volcano…
Elyan *looking nauseous while staring at a cauldron*: I think they want to eat you…
Percival *laughing*: Eat, sure, but not in the way you guys are probably thinking *points to a large bed surrounded by torches and flowers*.
Gwaine: Oh my God *sees some naked people* … so Merlin, maybe it’s better to let the princess have a little fun with…
Merlin *jealously breaks the cell door*: Get out of that cell now, Arthur, we’re leaving, now! *growls*
Arthur *gulps and steps out of the cell*
Gwen: Arthur would you like to help me pick out my outfit for tomorrow?
Arthur: Sure
Gwen: Good! let’s get started
Arthur, *three hours later, sprawled out on the bed*: i don’t know, Gwen. i liked the eighth one but the sleeves were a little much? the shoes with the third one were nice. if you take the accessories you planned to put with the fifth one and combined that, then…
Merlin *walking in*: there you are. i was wondering where you two…
Arthur: Don’t just stand there. help
*Another hour later*
Gwen: There. What about this?
Arthur and Merlin , *both sprawled out on the bed*: Good, perfect
Merlin: though i did prefer the boots
Arthur: No one asked.
Merlin: can I have some help? any advice? Gaius? Kilgarrah? someone? anyone in the Magic at all?
Mordred: I can help you.😃
Merlin: 👀
Mordred: 😀
Merlin: that one is on me, I should have known better than to ask for help.
Morgana: You don’t think I can fight because I’m a girl.
Arthur: I don’t think you can fight because you’re wearing a wedding dress. For what it’s worth, I don’t think Merlin could fight in that dress either.
Merlin: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.