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larluce · 2 months

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace , @star-rie , @error-username-not-available , @dogberryrowan , @jamieweasley13 , @tansyuduri , @tercais , @robynnemrys because we deserved a better epic battle between Merlin and Nimueh.

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 (You're here) , PART 13

More of "The Poisoned Chalice"

Arthur: Do you want to see what you'll be wearing tonight?

Merlin: (thinking) Not those ridiculous ceremonial robes again! (says) My clothes, obviously.

Arthur: (smiling brightly) No, the official ceremonial robes of the servants of Camelot!

Merlin:(fakes excitament) Oh, I can't wait to see them.

Arthur: (pulls out a very nice and elegant robes, nothing to do with the buffon custome he wore in his timeline)

Merlin: (mouth open) You... you can't be serious.

Arthur: (frowns in confusion) You don't like them?

Merlin: Are you kidding? Arthur, they're gorgeous! They look more like noble's clothes than servant's clothes. I... I can't use that.

Arthur: Too bad. You're using them. (throws robes at Merlin, who catches them in reflex) In fact, Keep them. They're now yours.

Merlin: What?! Wait! Arthur-

Arthur: You're welcome (leaves before Merlin can't give him the clothes back)

Merlin: (in shock for a few seconds, but then puts the robes on and smiles) Uhm, they fit perfectly. Just like the other ones. (processing) Wait, how did he know my measures? 😧

Time skip. Just after the revelation the cup was poisoned.

Uther: (furious) Who dare to try to poison my son!

Merlin: (raises his voice) I know who did it!

Arthur: Merlin don't-

Merlin: (points at Nimueh) It was her! I saw her entering the room were the ceremonial goblets were at night!

Nimueh: (surprised pikachu face)

Uther: (suspicious, to Bayard) Doesn't she work for you?

Bayard: (unsure) I don't recall her face.

Merlin: (mumbles a revelation spell to undo the glamour Nimueh put on herself)

Arthur: (subtly stands infront of him, so nobody sees Merlin's eyes turn gold, thinking) Has he always being this careless for gods' sake!

Uther: (livid, shouts) Nimueh! (to guards) Seize her!

Nimueh: (Runs)

Arthur: (tries to go after her)

Uther: (stops him) Don't. She's too dangerous.

Arthur: Do you know her? Who is she?

Uther: Nimueh. She's a very powerful sorcerer. No one you should mess with.

Arthur: (thinking) And yet you messed with her (turns to Merlin) Merlin, we have to-

Merlin: (already gone)

Arthur: Merlin! (thinking) He did not go into danger alone again! He did not just go to confront a powerful sorcerer all by himself. This motherfu- (shouts, between furious and concerned) Merlin! (leaves where the guards went)

Uther: Arthur! (sighs and turns to his knights) Go with him.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods.

Nimueh: (stops running to take a breath)

Merlin: (appears) I must say that was a really intelligent plan. Pretending to be some innocent maiden and trying to make me believe Bayard poisoned the goblet. But you won't fool me. (thinking) Not twice.

Nimueh: (laughts dryly) I understimated you. I'll give you that.(straightens up, smirking) Come now. We are too valuable to each other to be enemies.

Merlin: (dryly) I share nothing with you.

Nimueh: Don't you want Arthur to become king?

Merlin: You just tried to poison him!

Nimueh: No, I was trying to poison you. You keep interfiring in my plans when we have the same enemy. I have nothing against Arthur. It's Uther I want to destroy.

Merlin: By killing innocent people? Sorry if I'm not okay with that.

Nimueh: Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

Merlin: You just seek revenge, not justice. Nothing justifies what you've done. (Steps forward) I'll make Arthur king when the time is right. But you won't see that day. (extends his hand) Astrice! (strikes her with light of energy)

Nimueh: (traps energy in her hand) Your childish tricks are useless against me, Merlin. It's a shame, you could've been a powerful sorcerer, perhaps, if you had the time, the training and the experience, but you are no more than a newly hatched chick that hasn't learned how to fly. I, on the other hand, have been practicing magic for decades. I'm a Priestess of the Old Religion. I am an opponent you could face but not defeat Forbearne! Akwele! (Throws fireball at him)

Merlin: (stops fireball midair without moving a finger)

Nimueh: (utterly confused) ... What? 😨

Merlin: You're right. Immature talent can't overcome decades of experience. But an experienced talent can. Akwele! (Throws fireball back with more force and bigger)

Nimueh: Scildan! (makes a invisible shield so the fire doesn't touch her) Forbairn ypile! (Makes a circle of fire around Merlin)

Merlin: Cume þoden! (Makes a whirlwind that blows the fire and then strikes Nimueh against a tree) Fire is not the only element you can work with, you know?

Nimueh: (smiles) Oh, I know. Gewican ge eorðe (makes a hole in the ground and Merlin falls there while he screams. Then she stands up and starts walking to the hole, limping a little, and says to herself, rubing her back) Oh, that hurt.

Merlin: (emerges floating in a piece of earth and stone, eyes golder than ever) This is going to hurt more. Eorðe, stanas, hiersumaþ me. Akwele! (Jumps from the rock and it goes to strike Nimueh)

Nimueh: Stanas tobrytan! (manages to break the rock into pieces but she's still hit by them and is severely injured)

Merlin: (stands over her with a somber expression)

Nimueh: (recoiling in fear, weakely) How...? How can this be? You shouldn't be this powerful! You manipulate magic as if you've been practicing it for a life time!

Merlin: (coldly) You don't have to know. (Starts to create a fireball in his hand, about to make the final blow)

Lancelot: (appearing in the distance, meters behind Merlin) Hey! What's happening?

Merlin: (the flame dies as well as the gold in his eyes and he turns around, wide eyed, whispering overcome with emotion) Lancelot?

Nimueh: (takes advantage Merlin is distracted and pulls out a dagger hidden in her leg)

Lancelot: Look out! (Runs to them)

Merlin: (moves away just in time so the dagger cuts his neck superficially)

Knight 1: (far away, but getting closer) I think I heard something!

Knight 2: (far away, but getting closer) This way!

Nimueh: (runs away as fast as she can with all her body hurting)

Lancelot: (goes to Merlin) Did she hurt you?

Merlin: I... (falls)

Lancelot: (catches him before he hits the ground) By the gods! She did! (Checks him, full panic mode)

Merlin: (thinking in Lancelot's arms, only able to move his eyes) No, she did not. The wound is barely a scratch but she put a paralyzing poison on the blade, the sneaky bitch. 😑

Lancelot: (sees Merlin's neck is bleeding, worried) There's so much blood.

Merlin: (Thinking) No, there isn't. 🙄 Honestly, Lancelot, have you seen a serious wound before? (Analysing his symptoms) Hum... It's not a letal one, the effects should go in an hour or so.

Lancelot: (checks his vital signs and sighs in releaf) He's still alive.(shaking Merlin) Hey! Can you hear me?!

Merlin: (Thinking) Yes I can! I just can't talk or move, damn it! 😠 I did miss you though 🥺. Why did we have to meet again like this? 😖

Arthur: (arrives with his knights) Merlin! (raises his sword, furious) Stay away from him!

Lancelot: (puts Merlin on the ground gently and steps back, hands up) I was just helping him! The girl. She did something to him. He's seriously hurt! He needs help!

Merlin: (thinking) No I'm not! I'm just... ugh, never mind 😒.

Arthur: (finally sees Lancelot's face and his features harden due to the resentment he feels towards the man he once considered a friend but then betrayed him by getting involved with his soon to be wife in his other timeline) Arrest him.

...

Before you ask why doesn't Arthur know Gwen was echanted and Lancelot was a shade that time if he's from the future, well the only one who could've told him that was Merlin and he was a tree so... And I don't recall Merlin ever mentioning any of this to Gaius. But even if he did, I think Gaius just focused on telling Arthur everything Merlin did for him with his magic, and the man is old, he could easily have forgotten to tell him a couple of things.

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #merlin prompt #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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captainsparklefingers · 7 months

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One of the things I'm taking away from the second go round of Dracula Daily (and particularly from David Ault's excellent performance in Re: Dracula) is how much I like Lord Arthur Godalming.

Like. On the surface and the first time round he stands out the least of Lucy's suitors, and given how much time we hear from Jack, he can come off the most developed. Quincy, of course, gives us a heck of a lot of personality with relatively little (again, compared to how much we get from Jack). Arthur, though, doesn't have the same volume of words to develop, nor the instantly clear personality. He's just Lucy's fiancee, Jack and Quincy's friend, the heroes of light's wealthy benefactor.

But God, this poor man. He's suffered several immense losses in a very short period, been forced to see the woman he loved as a monster, and then had to put her down so she could rest in peace. Beyond the emotional burdens of such losses, he has to deal with the legal matters and the settling of affairs for three different people, probably doing whatever one needs to do to take his father's place in the House of Lords (something I know absolutely nothing about but I assume there's things to do there), AND the earth shattering revelation the supernatural is real, monsters do exist, and the one who killed Lucy is still out there.

And all of that while having to abide by the Victorian standards of manhood. Stalwart, strong, showing no emotions that could make him seem weak.

I think the scene in September 30th, where Mina comforts him and finally he has the chance to let go of all of these burdens he's felt he must carry alone, all of the grief and sorrow he's been forced to carry, he can for at least a moment put aside the mask of manliness society insist he wear and just let himself be a man who has lost his father and his fiancee within days of each other, who is dealing with situations beyond belief.

Obviously we've seen him cry and grieve before but it always felt like he was stifling it to a degree because, well. He only has his male friends to lean on now and the stupid proprieties of society mean he can only lean so much. But now he's had a chance to finally let go, made a connection with Lucy's dearest friend and a new sister of choice. He has his friends, he's finally been allowed to mourn in the way he's truly feeling...and now he's ready to help in whatever way possible to avenge Lucy.

Arthur comes off to me as a very strong character, a man driven by great love, who's emotions, as constrained as they may be, are one of his greatest strengths (and, of course, every good monster hunting group needs a financial benefactor). He's not a flat character at all, he's not forgettable character. Lucy loved him for a reason and, I think, in the moment his grief finally breaks, we get a glimpse at that.

I think that one of the good things of Dracula Daily has been making people realize how good of a character Jonathan Harker is, how pop culture has done damage to the true character of Lucy and Mina…I think we should add that its done a good job of making one care for a character as Arthur, who at first glance seems flat and boring.

Or at least it's made me appreciate him more. And I still want to know how he and Jack and Quincy became friends and what sort of shenanigans they got up to before the events of the book.

#dracula #dracula daily #dracula daily 2: vampire boogaloo #dracula spoilers #dracula daily spoilers #arthur godalming #re: dracula #seriously David Ault has done such a good job with him

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rdr2gifs · 18 days

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When I make a post calling Arthur a pookie or write about good things he’s done, it doesn’t mean that I’m not acknowledging the bad parts of him. I post about things I want/that make me feel happy. I have no intention of making analysis about Arthur beating Thomas Downes and making kill counts to contrast my positive posts. I imagine this is also true for other people who post similar content about Arthur as me.

There is definitely not a lack of “most brutal moments”, “Arthur antagonising the shit out of everyone”, “coldest sigma moments” type posts (and it wouldn’t be incorrect to say that this is how majority of the fandom perceives the character anyway)

It’s just so annoying when someone calls Arthur a good person and there always has to be that one guy to write: “no actually he kills people 🤓” like duh

The whole discourse about Arthur being a good or bad person in general is ridiculous. What someone would consider a good person is a highly subjective topic. As many people would agree he is neither, but that shouldn’t be any surprising revelation.

Do you lose the ability of being good the moment you do something bad? Do you become irredeemable once you kill someone? Do your circumstances, intentions and remorse play any part in that? Do negative actions negate the positive ones? This all depends on the individual’s values and morals.

#don’t mind me #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #text post #people express love for their favorite characters in many ways #everyone can also enjoy different aspects of the same character

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cowboydisaster · 1 year

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Drunken Revelations

originally posted on 19 December 2022

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1k

summary: When alcohol has loosened your lips, you finally tell Arthur how you feel about him, and everything falls into place.

a/n: just a little fluffy drabble I posted back in December. In the process of reposting, you know the drill. All fluff! If you're on the taglist but dont want to be tagged for re-uploads just lmk!

taglist: @margofiore @mrsarthurmorgan7 @woman-with-no-name @tillith @luvliewriting @pine4pple-b0i @photo1030 @dudsparrow

The Valentine saloon is bustling with people. Laughter and saloon-typical music fills the air, as does the unfortunate smell of livestock and alcohol. You're already two bottles of whiskey in, and nowhere near done. Just about every woman in the bar has pushed themselves in between you and Arthur, placing their hands on his chest and practically begging for his affections. It turns your stomach sour, watching these women throw themselves at Arthur.

You're not sure exactly when you started to develop feelings for the outlaw. But sometime before Blackwater you began to see him as something more than just a friend. Of course you never told him, you couldn't. You know he won't reciprocate the feelings. Arthur hasn't taken a woman since Eliza. Certainly you won't change that.

You lean up from your barstool, and while the bartender isn't looking, snatch a bottle of whiskey from behind the old wooden counter. You take a long swig, embracing the burn that trails down your throat. The liquor numbs your emotions, taking with it some of the pain you're feeling over the outlaw at your side. Arthur peeks over at you, eyes barely visible under his hat.

"You alright over there? What's that, your second bottle?" He asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Th- think it's my third, actually." You're surprised by the slur in your speech, but soon forget about it as warmth seeps through your bones.

Arthur looks like he wants to continue, but a woman, clad in a dress finer than anything you've ever owned, steps in between you two. She knocks his attention from you, and you merely take another long swig of alcohol.

"Well hey there cowboy." The woman says, a bright smile coating her face as she stares up at Arthur. He is still looking after you, but you don't notice as you stare straight ahead, attempting to ignore the lady at your side.

"Miss." Arthur offers, tipping his hat before returning to his drink. He's not the least bit interested in this woman.

"Ain't too often a handsome cowboy such as yourself comes round here. Handsome and rough as ya are. I can tell that you know how to take care of a lady…" she presses herself against Arthur then, leaning up to whisper against his ear.

"...how to please one."

Arthur simply puts his hands up and backs away from her, chuckling lightly.

"Listen, I ain't interested, lady."

She furrows her brow, offended by Arthur's rejection, and quickly leaves in the direction that she came from. Your hand grips the neck of the bottle you're nursing tightly. You could shatter the glass if you could clench your hand any tighter. With a scowl, you drunkenly look over to Arthur.

"I don't know why you keep- why you keep rejecting them." You hiccup.

"Why are you still here anyways, ya could be buyin' a room for your new lady." You spit out, harsher than intended. It would be easier. Easier to get over Arthur if he had someone else, but no. He simply remains alone, always leaving you wondering if there's a chance. Arthur turns and looks at you with a puzzled expression.

"What on earth are you talkin' bout, woman?" He asks, grabbing the bottle from your hands and placing it away from you.

"Oh you know. You've got women practically begging to have you by their side. I don't know why you haven't just fuckin' picked one already." You look down, choking back tears before you continue.

"I would probably feel better if you just picked a goddamn woman. Maybe then I'd f-finally be able to move on."

Your drunken, rosy cheeks are bright, as are your tear filled eyes. The alcohol has loosened your lips, but you can't find it within you to care.

"You're drunk, you don't know what you're sayin'." Arthur mumbles, moving his hand to the small of your back to urge you away from the bar. You grip his forearm, stopping him. The whiskey gives you confidence, and you turn to look Arthur directly in the eyes.

"No- Arthur you stupid bastard, I know exactly what I'm sayin'... I love you. I've loved you for the longest time but you don't feel the same way and that's alright." You wipe away the tears that form in your eyes before you continue.

"But do you know how frustrating it is to watch these women throw themselves at you all the time? Like- like I'm not even there to see it."

Arthur stares at you, his jaw a little slack. There's a clarity in his eyes that you've never seen before, as his jaw opens and closes a few times, searching for the words that he can’t find.

"You love me?" His voice is quiet, just barely a whisper.

Sheepishly, you nod your head.

"I know that you don't feel the same way, I just couldn't keep it on any longer. And I'm sorry if this complicates things, I-" You ramble, suddenly nervous from your admission.

Arthur interrupts you, running a hand over his face.

"Oh Morgan, you damn idiot." He mumbles.

Then, with no warning, and no hesitation, his lips are on yours. At first your lips are slack with surprise, but as he moves against you, you lean into his touch. Arthur's lips are rough and calloused where yours are soft and plump. He kisses you with the passion of a man who has been hiding for years, with the promise of returned feelings. You're drowned and pulled back up by his lips, grounded and floating on the high of his tongue.

Flutters erupt in your heart as he pulls away. His hand is still resting on your cheek, warm against your rosy face. His blue-green eyes are locked onto yours. Cheers and claps erupt from the bar around you, but you are only focused on Arthur.

"Oh sweetheart, I've been waitin' for this for so long." He grumbles, still so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

You pull him back down to you, catching his lips in another heart stopping kiss. More cheers erupt in the saloon, encouraging the newfound love that blossoms in the room.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption two

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rapha-reads · 2 years

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do you have any merthur fic recommendations that have happy endings?

Do I ever ! Strap on, I've got quite the list.

Tagged Angst With A Happy Ending :

Take A Letter, Merlin by Caledonia/@iamcaledonia (7870 words, Modern Era)

Arthur is an emotionally repressed workaholic who is unhappily married. Merlin is his loyal and competent personal assistant. One Monday, Merlin comes to work to find that, over the weekend, Arthur has dictated a letter for Merlin that is about to change both of their lives. A song fic inspired by the 1969 classic, 'Take A Letter, Maria' by R. B. Greaves.

Kiss Today Goodbye, by Cithara/@citharaposts (5337 words, Canon Era, Divergence from s02e13)

When Arthur regains consciousness in time to hear Merlin confront the dragon, his world is turned on its head by the revelations that follow.

Turning the Page, by @schweetheart and @queerofthedagger (19050 words, Canon Divergence, Epistolary)

Without intending to, Arthur pushes Merlin just one step too far. Now he's left without his manservant but a hundred questions, a world of hurt, and guilt that clings to him like a shadow. Well, and a notebook filled with drawings because apparently, Merlin can draw on top of being a sorcerer. No matter how often Arthur tells himself that he just wants to forget, he can't help but come back to the collection of sketches and notes, a chronicle of all that Merlin has done.

Maybe their story isn't quite over yet.

The Knights of the Table, by DrJackAndMissJo/@drjackandmissjo (9198 words, Modern Era, Food Critic and Chef AU)

'Can you even believe this guy?" Gwaine asked, offended and almost breathless as he popped himself on Percival’s counter. There was no need for any of the other men to ask who he was talking about. Everyone knew about the devilish creature that wrote the restaurant and food reviews on Camelot Weekly. “What makes you even think it’s a guy?” asked Lance as he took the newspaper from the Irish man, “I’m pretty sure that it is a demon sent straight from hell to torture all of us!”

Tagged Happy Ending :

Hope On A Tuesday Afternoon, by arsenicandsunshine (8985 words, Modern Era, Housemates, Idiots in Love, Getting Together)

Arthur likes his life. Why wouldn't he? Nice flat, all to himself, stable job. Friends. Yep, he's set all right. Or, he is until he ends up with an unexpected flatmate. Merlin certainly does have a knack for turning Arthur's life upside down.

a long, long day, by @oncefutureemrys (1237 words, Canon Era, Secret Relationship, baths and massages)

Merlin was beyond tired of it all. He just wanted one moment where… it could be just him. Just him and Arthur, just the two of them, without the rest of the world interfering. But alas, Merlin was no normal person and neither was Arthur, and the chances of them having a regular day were almost as likely as Uther deciding to stop hating magic. So, he walked into Arthur’s room, ready for more late night chores, a slight slump in his posture. To anyone else, it would seem as if he was perfectly fine, usual Merlin just slightly tired from a long day’s work. But Merlin knew it was a bit more than that. And so did Arthur, apparently, because when he stumbled in, he found the idiot sitting casually behind his desk, an air of amusement and playfulness surrounding him, a teasing grin forming on his stupid, stupid (handsome) face. Or: Merlin's had a long day, so Arthur takes care of him.

Suffering in Silence, by TheCourtSorcerer/@tcs-main (3205 words, Canon Divergence, Sir Leon-The-Long-Suffering, POV Leon)

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to say something. He couldn’t keep silent anymore. Day in, day out… The constant borderline scandalous looks, the barely concealed innuendos, the incredibly unsubtle touches, all of it! He was going to lose his mind. How could two people be so blind?! So, that’s what led him to the tavern that night, across from Gwaine, a hint of regret tugging at his mind that he steadfastly ignored. “Okay… How do we get them together?”

Secrets & Lies, by LiGi/@little-ligi (13333 words, Canon Era, Divergence, Arthur Finds Out, Protective Arthur, Friends to Lovers)

Arthur had finally put his finger on it. The thing that had made Merlin stand out, the thing that had intrigued him about the boy ever since the first time he’d met him. The thing that was going to get him killed… Merlin had magic. Not only had it, but used it freely all the bloody time. It was only a matter of time before someone saw him do it, and then they’d report him to the king and Merlin would be dragged out into the courtyard and executed. Well, not if Arthur had anything to do about it. Mid series one, Arthur, for once not being totally oblivious, discovers that Merlin has magic. The problem is, having magic gets people killed and Arthur very much prefers Merlin alive. It turns out making sure nobody sees Merlin do magic is rather a full-time job however...

A Universe Which Freely Gives, by @psychotic-fangirl369 (26455 words, Post Canon, Reincarnation, Arthur Returns, Getting Together)

Arthur returns… but because of a series of unlikely events (and perhaps a bit of morose dragging of feet because he can't bring himself to believe the signals), Merlin misses the boat. By the time he makes it to the lake, signs of Arthur abound but Arthur is nowhere to be found. Magical tracking being less reliable than one might think, when Merlin finally does manage to find him Arthur is bizarrely well-adjusted, living in a flatshare in London with roommates who think he's batty but mostly harmless, and working an improbable job. Enter: Merlin, who Arthur absolutely is not expecting to still be alive.

So Where Are My Flowers?, by @tehfanglyfish (1365 words, Canon Era, Pining, Flowers, Magic Reveal)

A question asked as a joke leads to years of fresh flowers waiting for Arthur each morning until the one day he almost screws things up.

Balancing the Scale, by sunsetmoonrise (20528 words, 5+1, Canon Era Divergence, Slow Burn, Pining)

Five times Merlin didn't realise Arthur was protecting him, and the one time he did.

Alright, that's quite a lot already! These are the latest in my bookmarks, don't hesitate to ask me again if you want more!

#replies #2012throwback #merlin #merthur #merthur fics #merthur fic #merthur fic rec #fic rec #happy endings #happy fics #angst with a happy ending #rapha talks #rapha reads

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strrwbrrryjam · 8 months

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the game of rdr2 is incredible, especially for me for the simple fact that, when i first started playing i already had the ending spoiled for me that arthur died-

and that was all i knew, i didnt know how it would happen, what lead to it happening etc etc

i knew from first impressions that micah was our bad guy, a villain from the moment we first meet him, he was just so good at being bad that he immediately made me despise him with every fiber of my being from the moment i met him

but it was dutch that gave me the most off vibes the more time we spent with him, i didnt trust him one bit, i dont know why i knew that he would betray us, but i just did,

and yet still, i fell for arthur and dutch's relationship, how close they seemed, how devoted arthur was to dutch, that i wanted to believe that i was wrong, that dutch would never do that to the man he helped, basically raise from when he was fourteen

and it just hit me like a freight train- because, this is how dutch does it, he makes you believe in something, believe that he is the good that is out there, your saviour, your salvation, that you start to become blind to what is happening, start looking at the actions that he commits as something good

and getting out of that can be so hard, that i understand why it took so long for arthur to see the wrong in his actions, to see what has happening all around him and what he had done and what his leader, his father, had turned into, or was he always this man? was your whole life a lie?

as much as i hate to say it, i dont think there was a way out for arthur, that, his death was sadly inevitable, he wouldnt get his happy ending- and he knew it

in reality i dont think arthur would ever have a happy ending, because, can you imagine, living with the guilt and the regret and the anger and the pain and just.. everything, the people youve killed, the lives youve destroyed,

because whether we like to mention it or not, strauss didnt force arthur, dutch didnt force arthur, sure, dutch could manipulate him, strauss could very well exasperate him, but it was arthur who decided to do everything, out of his own free will-

living with that revelation? that would destroy a man, especially one who cares and loves so deeply like arthur, and thats why he knew that he would never get his happy ending, so he decided to make good on what dutch preached for his fellow gang members, to get them out, have the better life dutch told them they could have if they followed him, where the goalpost would move with every plan he makes

whether dutch liked it or not, he had raised the man who lead to the van der lindes gangs downfall and i think thats beautiful really- he filled arthurs head with ideas of salvation, and that lead arthur wanting salvation for those in the gang, working for the false purpose dutch had given them for his gang members, his family, till his dying breath

this game, this story, its incredible, a masterpiece really, the way its written, the depth that was given to their characters, its simply just a work of art that even when you already know whats going to happen, or end up guessing what can happen later in the game, it is still written in a way that it can have such an affect on you and cause you such pain and happiness all at once and.. its a masterpiece, really

i dont think there was really a point to what ive written, there could be several, there could be none at all, but i wrote it, so here

#i dont know what i wanted to say. i dont think i really had a point to all this but. god this game is such a masterpiece #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde #rdr2 micah bell #micah bell #strawberry rambles #strawberry speaks #personal

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cafeinthemoon · 10 months

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More Myself Than I Am - Chapter V

Chapter 5/?

Wordcount 2,9k

Title Rashomon

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Ryuunosuke Akutagawa X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: implied violent death

Tagging @lasidollily @darling-imobsessed @samyayaya (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So finally, after several months and with a bunch of other projects to occupy my time, I managed to finish this chapter! I'm so happy! I was a bit hard to work on it bc there were details I've completely forgot about, given the time I've spent away from this story, but it's finally here. In this one, we will have the direct continuation of the previous chapter, and great revelations to reader...

Hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry for all ths time without updates XD

You had no time to turn and look at him.

Something fast, sharp made its way toward you with the power of a lightning and wrapped itself around you before you could think of pushing or stopping it. You looked down and saw what reminded you of a black stripe on your waist; it pulled you behind, and in a split second you found yourself breathless, trembling in your friend’s arms, your ability deactivating by the startle and the exhaustion.

The next thing you remembered was Akutagawa summoning more of those shadows against the men, the stripes widening to block your peripheral sight. The vivid sound of flesh being pierced and sliced was heard, followed by suffocated screams of fear and despair. The stripes came back to their place with a swoosh and disappeared, and then there was silence.

You were still unable to move, only standing thanks to his grip. You didn’t dare look at your adversaries now – or what was left of them – and were satisfied in just imagining what might happened. At least you no longer had to worry.

Now, you needed to focus on the things you just found out.

First, your brother-in-law was a terrible person, involved in activities with high probability of being illegal. Second, your family was now in danger, and you couldn’t do anything for them when you yourself were in a much worse situation. Finally, the man with whom you were about to have a date was an esper just like you. You didn’t know if you should be relieved or desperate: Arthur also had special abilities, but that didn’t bring you any safeness. However, Akutagawa has always been gentle with you; and, when you found yourself in the most dangerous situation of your life since the incident with Virginia, he just came to protect you. Should you expect things to be different?

There wasn’t much time to think about this, though: once the work was done and your survival was assured, the next thing to do was to provide an escape route, something that wasn’t really hard since your partner summoned the shadows again and took you with him to the nearest rooftop, perhaps the same he used to access the alley. You held your breath and shut your eyes tight with the sudden change of place, only opening them again when you sensed a ground under your feet.

Akutagawa still had an arm around you, but with his free hand he grabbed his phone to make a call.

This was what he said when the person answered:

– It’s done. Take your men to the place and clean it.

He turned it off and typed a second number. This time, the conversation lasted a bit longer, and the imperative note in his voice wasn’t present, an indicative of the superiority of the person to whom he talked that time.

– Sir, the mission was accomplished. The men are taking care of the rest.

The person on the other side of the line seemed to ask something, but you weren’t able to hear it.

– No problem – Akutagawa replied – We’re on our way.

There was no need to explain to whom the we was referring to. When the call ended, you had the nerve to ask where he was going to take you.

– To the only place where you can stay safe for now – he looked around and below, as to make sure you didn’t have unwanted eyes watching anything.

No other explanation was given after this. He left that rooftop and took you to the ground of another alley, where there was a black car at its entry, maybe the same you saw him entering in the day he walked you home.

You didn’t question his intentions or hesitate to approach the vehicle: your legs, still able to walk, led you to it, and when the door was opened, your body just found its way inside it. Akutagawa took the place by your side and closed the door.

Once you sat down, your head was so heavy that you had to hold your forehead to not fall on the front seat’s back. An order was whispered to the driver by your friend, and the car started moving fast and silent. The last thing you remembered was trying to lean your back on the seat when a dizziness took over your senses and your sight went completely dark.

***

Your eyes were heavy when you tried to open them for the first time, but you did it after a few attempts. You blinked to get used to the light and, when your sight cleared, you took the next moment to understand your position and surroundings.

Your back was leaning on the softness of an armchair, your head inclined to the side, your hands resting on your lap. You moved on the chair and sensed a numbness on your limbs, typical of a fainting; you searched through your memories and recollected the moment you entered the car and were followed by Akutagawa.

You straightened up on your spot and shivered: your skin was cold despite the regular temperature of the room. You passed your arms around yourself and observed the place…

And were impressed by the sophistication and beauty you found.

It was a large apartment with modest yet fine decoration, with dark, grayish walls and a black, polished floor, covered with carpets. At your right, you sensed there was natural light, as if entering through glass; you turned toward it and discovered a pair of transparent doors, wide open. There was no wind coming in, but that explained the cold air around. You also sensed a slight, mixed smell of camphor and tea.

Quiet steps were heard near your spot, and you found out weren’t left alone in that room. You raised your eyes and saw Akutagawa approaching and stopping in front of your chair. Suddenly, the memory of the fight in the alley, when he activated his powers, came back and you flinched. Ignoring your reaction, he just did what he intended: with his right hand, he touched your ear with his fingertips, the same ear hit by the metal bead controlled by the man of the scars; when you felt the touch, you noticed your skin was covered with a bandage. With the contact, it burned a little: it was when you realized the metal hit hard.

Akutagawa was the first to speak.

– It stopped bleeding, then – and, moving his hand away, – Good.

You touched your ear in the same spot he did.

– Did you make this bandage?

He nodded in confirmation.

– Thank you.

Instead of replying, he went back to the kitchen, then returned with two cups of tea in hands, one of which he offered to you. You murmured a “thank you” and he took a seat on a chair identical to yours, placed near it, crossing his legs in a what might be the most informal manners he was able to assume.

You took the tea in tense silence, except for the moment you complimented him for the good work in preparing the drink.

– I do it the same way almost every day – he justified – It’s a simple recipe, which makes things easier for me, especially in the busy days.

You found it strange that he gave you all this explanation about his relationship with the process of making tea instead of just accepting your compliment, but you didn’t question it, limiting yourself to an “I see” before the silence was again established between you.

When you finished your tea, you kept your eyes in the cup’s bottom, observing the wet leaves inside it while warming your hands with the remaining heat of the porcelain.

Akutagawa, whose practical manners wouldn’t be left aside by the tensions of earlier, was the one who started the conversation.

– I suppose you want to know where you are.

You raised your eyes to him as soon as you heard those words.

– This apartment is mine – he explained – At the moment, we are in a building that belongs to the organization I work for.

You swallowed. After everything you’ve experienced that day, the word organization was starting to acquire a suspicious meaning.

– What kind of... organization is this one?

The young man in front of you didn’t spare your ears nor your nerves with his answer.

– One that serves as a pillar for the city you came to live in: The Port Mafia.

You felt your entire body tensing up, and your hands tightened around the empty cup. You opened your mouth, but closed it again, not knowing what to say to this.

So… I was about to have a date with a member of a criminal organization?

None of this represented a problem to Akutagawa, who seemed to have anticipated it.

– Revealing this to you in the current circumstances wasn’t in my plans, y/n-san – he continued, the same composed tone as before – But we have nor the choice nor the time to make things different. So, let me explain the situation first, then you will have the chance to decide what to do. As you already noticed, I myself am an esper too. My ability is called Rashomon. To summarize, it is a fabric that devours anything that enters its reach, which includes the space itself. I’ve been working for the Mafia since I was a kid, and for all these years it served me well. There are others like us in our organization, as much as there are common people. We are present in all possible segments of society, and this is how it came to our knowledge that a woman with non documented powers has arrived in Yokohama.

You swallowed.

So, I’ve been observed for all this time.

Suddenly, it came to your memory that night when you sensed a strange presence near your building and went to check it out. Since you couldn’t find anything, you forgot about the episode, supposing that it was just an impression. Now, you weren’t so sure of this.

But Akutagawa hasn’t finished yet.

– However, the Port Mafia is not the only group that knows about you: a foreigner organization, involved with international traffic of espers and counting on native agents to maintain its activities, has been surrounding our city for months and discovered your existence by the same time as us. That man Arthur was one of their agents. He was using your sister to approach you. I was designated to follow his steps, and I suppose he was well informed about me, for he recognized me that day when we met.

The image of Arthur cheering up in the company of your sisters in that occasion, then the one of his body falling and crashing down in your living room returned to you, and your hands trembled.

– It’s a shame that I only found about him when it was too late – you whispered.

– And this is what I wanted to ask you about – your friend continued, unaffected – What happened in your apartment?

You took a deep breath and recalled the disturbing events. It was curious that, instead of the expected shame or fear, speaking about the things you heard and saw – and especially what you did about them – brought a deep sensation of relief; it might have been because you had someone like you to hear the story, or because you finally accepted all of that as real, and not a nightmare, once you talked, or even something between these two. Besides, the fact that Akutagawa didn’t interrupt you and showed no signs of shock or disgust with your actions contributed with this sense of comfort: somehow, his view on what happened to you – and about you – had deep importance.

– And now I don’t know what to do – you concluded, your voice beginning to crack – I can’t go back to my house and see how my sisters are doing, neither I can go to the police without exposing myself... I’m trapped...

No verbal response came from your listener, as he gave you a moment to regain sobriety. When he finally opened his mouth, was to make you an offer.

– Now you understand why I said this is the safest place for you now? – and, when you gave him a nod, – But you can’t stay here forever. And, about this, our head wants to have a conversation with you.

You gasped. The head of the Port Mafia – whoever they were – was interested in you and your powers? Well, you wouldn’t have been taken there for any other reason.

– I don’t know how much you’ve heard about this, but we, bearers of special abilities living in this country, are under an inconvenient bureaucracy – Akutagawa continued – This means that our condition needs to be documented and cataloged by the government, or else our lives might become difficult, whether we are involved with an organization that utilizes our powers or not. Since you don’t have such documentation, no support from the regular authorities must be expected in your case. So, as you can see, things are harder for you than for your family at this moment.

Well, good. As if it wasn’t enough for you to go through all the terrible things involving Arthur and his partners, now you had to worry about documentation.

You sighed.

– If my situation is as complicated as you’re saying, what difference my choice would make to you? As far as I can see, I’ve only been a problem for anyone who surrounds me. What does the Port Mafia expect to gain with this case?

Akutagawa uncrossed his legs and stood up, taking the cup from your hands.

– This is exactly what our head wants to discuss with you – he explained – My role was assure your integrity and bring you to our quarters. Any other information you need to know, you will have from him.

Before you had the chance to continue the conversation, two knocks were heard at the front door. Akutagawa extended a stripe of his Rashomon to unlock it, making you flinch: despite having witnessed it in action before, it was just unsettling to watch him use his power in a casual place such as a living room.

The door was open and there you saw a short, young man with vibrant, ginger hair under a hat and a black coat hanging upon his shoulders. He had his hands on his waist, in an informal position that made him stand out of the environment.

For a moment, he didn’t open his mouth, staring at Akutagawa, then at you, then back to the first, as if not knowing if he should say what he came to say or if he arrived at the wrong time.

With a sigh, he finally decided to speak.

– Ah, you’re here at last – and, with a gesture of his thumb that indicated some place behind him – Boss is impatient to see you. He’s waiting in his office.

Akutagawa nodded in concordance.

– We’re on our way.

He looked at you without a word, but you were quick to understand: you were going to see his superior – “the boss”, as his partner said – in the next moments. You stood up too, looking at the ginger, then back to your friend.

– I’m ready.

***

At first, you thought that you would have your eyes covered or you would be knocked out to wake up only when you were in front of the said Mafia’s leader – since you weren’t part of the organization, possessed special abilities and were desperate, every measure must be taken, so that you would never reveal the smallest information to the outside world. However, none of this happened: Akutagawa didn’t even hold your arm during the walk; he just led you to an elevator at his apartment’s floor and, after a few seconds of lifting, its doors opened to reveal a large corridor surrounded by black walls that, according to him, would lead to your destination. He was the first to step into it, and you just followed him.

It was when the reason why you were allowed to see the path became clear.

This is the quarters of the city’s underworld. The closer I get to its head, the harder would be for me to leave and reveal anything.

By the end of the corridor, a tall pair of doors were visible.

– It’s here – his voice echoed through the liminal space, despite his low tone.

He pushed them with little effort, and you saw them move in synchrony, revealing a wide room that would be as dark as its outsides if it wasn’t for the wall entirely made of glass at the observer’s left, just like the one at Akutagawa’s apartment; thanks to them, you were able to analyze your surroundings in precious details.

The room would seem empty with a lighter color palette, but the one chosen for it did an excellent work in using the extra space, from the decorated ceiling lining to the dark green wallpaper, and the intricate patterns of the large, wine-shaded carpet. At the opposite side of the room, at least meters ahead of your spot, there was a woody work-table, a black chair and three shelves full of books, placed on both of the table’s sides and behind it; a second chair, modest if compared with the first one, was before the table, as if it wasn’t part of the room and it was only brought there moments before you arrived.

You and Akutagawa weren’t the only ones at that place: standing at the side of the glass wall, with his hands behind his back, a man with black coat and a red scarf upon his shoulders was observing the outsides. He turned to you as soon as the doors were closed, and greeted you both with a composed smile.

You approached as he went to take a place close to the table, and once you put your eyes on his face, you froze. Yes, he was different from how you used to see him – his hair was properly combed, his beard has been shaved and his entire apparel was dark – but there was no way for you to be deceived.

There you had the head of Port Mafia, though you knew him by another name.

– Dr. Ougai?

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atom-writings · 10 months

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Hey can I get a Arthur with a s/o struggling with dermatillomania? 😵‍💫 my confidence is taking so many hits from having it lol

(HWS England X Reader) S/O with Dermatillomania

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons / Scenarios ~ A/N let me know if any of this is inaccurate or disrespectful!!!

Trigger Warning: Talk of self harm (KIND OF. Comes with the request), blood, and swearing.

Arthur worries about you and your compulsion, but he would never judge you for it.

He’s seen people with much weirder and much more damaging disorders. What you do doesn’t disgust him, or scare him, or anything like that. But he doesn’t really know how to help you either.

Weeks and weeks of stress play on your mind. Weighing you down, your lungs failing to expand like they should, as if you were drowning in people’s thoughts. It was an experience you wouldn’t wish on anyone, yet often you find yourself dealing with such a thing. As you struggled, your mind went to where it always did.

Stretching at your skin, again. Before you realised it, blood began to coat your fingers. That was, until the sound of Arthur behind you broke you out of your trance.

“Love, did you cut yourself?” He asks quickly, his eyes widening as he sees the blood dripping all over your clothing. You couldn’t respond, just shaking your head and quickly rubbing away at the wound you had created.

But you weren’t fooling him. You closed your eyes, unable to bear looking at his presumably disgusted face as he turned you to face him. But his judging remarks failed to come.

“Are you ok? What happened?” He asks softly, taking out his handkerchief to dab at the blood running down.

You opened your eyes, seeing his gaze contained no malice, “I was…” You paused. Was it really the best idea to tell him this now? You could always come up with some excuse, some reason you’ve done this to yourself, any possible explanation that wouldn’t make him disgusted with you… but it’s too late for that now.

“I was scratching at myself. I have… a disorder called dermatillomania. It makes me… do that kind of thing.”

“So, like a compulsive thing?” He asks, his voice gentle. It seems like this revelation hadn’t even phased him in the slightest.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Alright.” He concludes simply, “Well, let’s get you cleaned up, love.”

He’ll always tell you to just come to him whenever you start feeling the urges come on. Seeming you so distressed is horrible, and he’s always willing to drop everything. Whether you want to simply be distracted or talked through your stress, he’s there. Your problems are never a burden to him, no matter what.

He especially wants you to be distracted because he’s very worried about your scratches getting infected. Like, 80% of the people he’s known have died due to infections. He has a good precedent to be paranoid. But he’s also worked as a medic, so cleaning up your compulsions doesn’t disgust him at all.

“Darling, I know it hurts but would you rather end up having to go to a hospital?” Arthur pleads as you pull away from him.

“N-No, I’m telling you it’s fine.” You respond, looking away nervously.

All he could do was sigh. He had come back from the grocery store to find you obsessively picking at acne on your face, creating a wound significant enough to cause concern.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” He tells you softly, taking your hand in his and looking you in the eyes deeply, “It’ll be just a minute.

You concede as you see how worried he had become. Regardless of how annoying the antibiotic was, seeing him so distraught was worse. Once you nodded, his eyes lit up.

“Right, just sit down, love. I’ll be right back.”

After a moment, he returns, sitting down in front of you with everything you’d need.

“Ready?” He asks, rubbing the back of your hand affectionately. As you nod, he starts cleaning your wound with a wet washcloth, causing you to flinch and whine in response.

“I know darling, I know. But we can’t have it getting any worse, can we?” He coos. When he finishes, he grins, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, “You’re doing so good! It won’t be too much longer. Promise.”

If anyone says anything disparaging about your scars and marks, he will pounce on them like a goddamn tiger immediately. Like, not physically, because he’s kind of a twink, but seeing people tease you about your scars makes him so angry. Before you can even react, he’s defending you.

“Oh, Jesus… what the hell makes you do that? It’s so… gross!”

“Yeah, you’d know gross, wouldn’t you? Swear everyone flinched once you entered the room. Right, fuck off mate.”

He’s very protective of you. After all, no matter how many mental problems may plague you, he’s willing to help you through all of them. Your scars and habits don’t disgust him, all it does it make him respect you more. Going through all that? It’s not shameful. He loves you just as much as he would if you didn’t have dermatillomania.

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klutzyroses · 2 years

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I have thought of a this for a bit now and I so much hope you will like my idea, like how the mansion residents, above all the writers, will react with a MC who loves to write, especially romantic things ? Thank you Have a wonderful day :D

I hope you're ready for the fluffiness! And I hope you have a wonderful day as well!💖

IkeVamp HCs: Romantic Writer SO

How do they react to an s/o who loves to write romance?

Suitors: Arthur, Dazai, Jean, William

Arthur

The mystery writer very early on noticed the lovely Y/N seemed to have a little hobby she was rather reserved about.

He would somewhat prod at her teasingly about what she was doing when he wasn't around and would always be met with flustered responses of "nothing in particular".

Which he knew was not true. The detective in him has definitely been piqued due to her secrecy, but part of him just wanted to know a bit more about the woman he loves. He just genuinely wants to know.

So, with much observation and detective work, the mystery writer soon uncovers his darling's love of writing.

Writing what? He didn't know. So what else could he do than ask her directly. So he did.

While the girl hesitated at first, she relented and told him she often wrote romantic poetry and short stories in her little notebook. When asked if he could read them, she very timidly handed over her notebook, only asking that he read it in his own time.

And when he does...he is blown away.

Within the first few paragraphs, his heart began to melt at the affabrous literature before his sapphire eyes, speaking tales of passionate love and reverie blossoming from a clearly dreamy and wistful heart. It quite literally leaves him speechless by the time he is done.

When he is able to put it down, he immediately seeks out his tender worded angel and he twirls her once, reveling in her surprised gasp before simply gushing about what a gift she has. He is almost offended she kept this from him. He kisses each blessed finger that had written such divine words, silently hoping she will continue to write and maybe they can work together sometime.

Dazai

Being a writer himself, he was a master at wording and especially had a talent for weaving tales off the top of his head.

And as a writer, he is naturally observant, thus he was keenly aware of his sweetheart holding a little secret passion to herself.

A little passion held in a pretty little notebook kept close to her heart.

He of course was curious enough to ask about it and received a timid and vague answer that it was just a book of "meaningless babble that wouldn't interest him".

Somehow he had trouble believing that.

So it was when he was with her in the library one night that he asked her to read her "meaningless babble" to him. He asks in such a gentle, persuasive tone that the maiden couldn't refuse him. Which led to her being held in his lap while she read a short story she had written most recently.

As he listened to symphony of tender words, soft expressions of undying love and compassion echoing through the voice of his beloved, his heart ached, his golden eyes softened with warmth.

He never knew she was just a gifted amorist, able to spin such beautiful narratives, that could touch the heart so deeply and had he been a more expressive man, he might even been moved to tears.

He is so taken by it that when she finishes, he gently turns her head to meet her in a heartmelting kiss before whispering praise and sweet nothings to her.

It wouldn't be unusual to see the couple collaborate from then on, weaving breathtaking tales of love together.

Jean

When learning to read from his beloved, he noted she often taught him from very sweet and romantic books, centering mostly around poetry and anecdotes of passion and love in all sorts of settings.

He was not the most adept at understanding the concept, but he could feel his heart stir as the beautifully woven words danced forth into the air like a lover's waltz.

Romance is not his forte per se, but he never complains. He figures, this was just her preferred genre and didn't question it. He was just grateful to be taught.

However as he began to learn to write and learn to differentiate handwriting, he started to notice a strong similarity between the handwriting of the books his love read to him and the handwriting of his beloved herself.

He pushes the curiosity away for quite some time, feeling as though he was making assumptions until he couldn't help but voice the question one day whilst she was reading to him.

The response he got was Y/N looking away sheepishly, clearing her throat as she awkwardly admitted that she was the author of all those romance stories and poems, from her vivid, fairytale imagination, transferred to her quill onto paper.

To say the soldier was taken aback is an understatement.

He hadn't guessed that his mademoiselle was a writer at all. But he supposed it made sense in the end.

He wonders now if the amorous content was a window into her own desires and wants, which later leads to him becoming just a little more affectionate towards her. From holding her hand, to cuddling her sweetly, anything to make her feel as loved as possible.

William

This was William. William Shakespeare. If anyone knew about writing scenes of love, whether intense, sweet, passionate, sensual or all of the above, he could do it, seamlessly, without batting an eye.

Which would likely explain why Y/N wouldn't be too much in a hurry to show him her little hobby.

Likely, she feared that it would only pale in comparison to the Bard of Avon's prowess.

So it was almost purely by chance that when he had his love staying in his abode, he had come up behind her to find her deeply absorbed in scribbling something in a notebook, so distracted by it that she didn't even realise he was there.

Taking this opportunity, he reads over her shoulder to see what was taking up her attention.

And to say he was impressed...would be putting it lightly. What fanciful wording! Such poetry!

He could quite literally feel the passion between the characters and the deep love they had for one another.

He never knew his love possessed such a talent for romance, he couldn't help but feel just a little offended she didn't tell him.

To pay her back, he recreates one of the scenes in her writing and surprises her by holding her face in his hands, staring into her luminous eyes as he murmured words of love, much like the male protagonist in her story splaying tender kisses upon her cheek.

The lovely maiden was most flustered indeed.

🌸

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manipulatorkaleidoscope · 6 months

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@herequeerandarmedwithaspear ssry for extremely late reply, but I’m here to answer it now!! (I just was- EXTREMELY busy lol)

okay so uhh, I don’t have that many head cannons for both of them, but if it looks like I do, it’s just because I type a lot to get my point across. Sorry. But enough said:

headcannon time!!:

Fubuki:

Okay for first of bro’s family and in turn bro is broke has heck. The way that his room looked in that one scene of turbo reminded me of how a room of someone that was broke. I’m sorry but it’s true. Fubuki is poor. He looks like he is poor. And knowing Fubuki, he isn’t looking poor just because of the aesthetic

Fubuki and Suoh have been put together to do countless group projects since half the time they had the same classes.

Due to visiting Suoh and as such, Suoh’s house so much, Fubuki has secretly grown to love the smell of flowers

After Turbo, Fubuki returned to Japan briefly to finish the school year there before fully going to America. He always comes to visit the beyclub from time to time though (everyone’s like “OMG. FUBUKI’S HERE!!” When he comes to visit. Some people are crazy enough to bring party popers or roll out the red carpet or something.)

Fubuki, ironically enough, does not like bananas.

He likes teaching younger kids that are in the raging bulls all the tricks he had learned (beyblade related or not). He just finds it fun.

He may be the designated shu kurenai of his season, but his report card says otherwise (instead of it being above average… itd average. As Suoh says “he’s the hard worker and I’m the genius”, or some sh*t like that)

Fubuki and Suoh OBVIOUSLY made up after the events of turbo. Bc c’mon. Why not.

Arman:

My man likes to garden. Or literal anything that has to do with plants. I guess my man just likes plants period.

In a way he’s much like Shu but like a more responsible, less impulsive version of him. By that I mean basically is that he will be the most responsible person in the room if he HAS to be, because I aslo feel that that’s something that Shu would do (except that Arman would do this without pulling a stupid and getting himself caught up in his own snakepit mess)

He probably likes classical music, but Japanese classical music specifically (listen to it guys. It WILL blow your socks off)

He’s that one nice yet overprotective brother, not just to Taka, but to EVERYONE (okay except Arthur due to obvious reasons)

(Due to the fact that in the manga Gwyn kind of broke his bey) I feel like Arman was suspicious of Gwyn when he saw him initially (like In a “what’s this guy doing here” *pause* “this guy that’s…up to NO GOOD-“ kinda way)

He likes gold accessories. Not because of the way he acts, but because of a thing that happened in a dream I had about him…hee hee… 🤭

Everyone keeps telling him that he looks like gon from hunter x hunter and he is so done. (Don’t tell him that unless you want the biggest bombastic side eye of your life)

If you do get on his good side though he’ll be the most loyal piece of sh*t you have seen in your entire time though. This is my pro tip for you, whatever you plan to do with that.

If you do betray him though, after the initial betrayal, he’ll hate you forever. There is two sides of this Arman , so be careful not to betray him.

(but even though Gwyn kinda did betray him (& the rest of the victories) they have made up and now they’re cool, so forgiveness IS possible)

Time for the ratings!!:

Fubuki:

✨8.5/10✨. He was a great charather, great guy. The writers did him great justice…although much like other turbo characters, he was only revelant for the only first half of the season. I liked him a normal amount. He was there, he’s chill and cool with the kids, what else could you ask for??? Like- seriously??? His character and personality was nailed perfectly too, and the fact that he didn’t instantly become buddy buddy with Aiger is perfect. Kudos to the writers and the handling of this charather. Only reasons not a 9/10 or a 10/10 is bc 1) he’s not my fav character like ever ever and 2) I just like Arman better lol

Arman:

Solid ✨9/10✨. At first I found it funny that we didn’t have a Kiyama for Dante and instead this guy, but when his own unique personality set in that wasn’t just another copy paste Kiyama or copy paste Shu Kurenai, I was so impressed. I don’t think that Dante could have worked as a character if he had a Kiyama, so I’m glad that Arman filled in that void instead. He was so cool too. The fact that he kept it together most of the time but sometimes had moments were a more silly side of him poked out worked PERFECTLY. And DONT get me STARTED about how he pulls out those goofy looking glasses and begins analyzing stuff. I just like that sh*t. Only reason that he isn’t a full on 10/10 is bc I like other characters above him. Sorry Arman 😓.

(Aslo, sorry, original asker of request for the super late reply, but here you go! Enjoy!)

#beyblade burst #beyburst #bey burst headcannons #k is rambling about beyblade kids again 🤦#fubuki sumie #arman kusaba

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soul-dwelling · 6 months

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I'm sorry if this question bothers you (you can ignore it if you want) but you recent post about Beyond the Boundary made me remember a personal question

I think you mentioned somewhere (correct me if I wrong) that the Fire Force prequel reveal soured you hunger for fanfics involving it and Soul Eater

What exactly did the metaphorical belly hungered for (Either Fire Force only or a crossover between the two) before the eventual ruin?

It's been easier by making it "what if" scenarios that don't have to follow any logic ("So, do they time travel, or is it alternate dimensions?").

For me, what I desire is less of any ongoing plot or story ideas (although, as some of the below shows, there are ideas) so much as just interactions between characters, the equivalent of quick gags of just, "What if this character was in the same room with this character, how would they interact?"

I wrote some of my own crossover interactions as gag conversations between Soul Eater and Fire Force characters over at @ask-a-meister. And I got to collaborate with my friend elliotthezubat on others. Here are some interactions that I've enjoyed, either stuff I wrote at the RP blog, stuff Elliot and I collaborated on, or any weird stuff that comes to mind right now:

"So if Huo Yan lost an arm, he's going to need medical treatment." "How about Stein do it?"

When working with Elliot, I love interactions between Tamaki and Kana: similar animal motifs, different ages and personalities, basically giving Tamaki someone to look over and Kana someone to gently snark at (which is an improvement given all the crap Tamaki has dealt with earlier). It's a different version of what Irregulars Productions has done with Kana and Maka in the Abridged series.

Similarly, Elliot has had fun ideas with Maki treating Tsugumi as a little sister. Then Elliot had an idea how they were related--and Anya has a freak out because it undermines her preconceived headcanon about Tsugumi as a common girl (and Anya may have been my own author avatar for how surprised I was by the revelation).

I did like Ohkubo's initial crossover artwork of Maka and Shinra both in the 8th uniforms. Elliot had staged it as a promotional photo shoot, which was a fun idea.

Soul and Arthur...Elliot and I wrote an interaction that I don't think matches who Arthur ended up becoming in the series, as we kind of made Arthur too much of a dick who needed a comeuppance, when that's not really who the character is in the manga.

But we did have Inca and Kim interact...and Kim was not taking her shit.

Patty and Juggernaut is a crack pairing.

And speaking of the Thompsons, some gags around Patty and Liz mistaken for Iris and Lisa.

There may have been a gag about Gopher and Yu--I don't remember.

Elliot and I had a very weird idea about the 8th running into the sloth Marianne from the Soul Eater NOT anime.

I have zero idea how Rekka would interact around the Star / Hoshi characters from Soul Eater--and given how putrid Rekka is, I'd rather not subject anyone to his bullshit.

Elliot and I had Free and Akitaru basically doing a flexing competition similar to Sig Curtis versus Alex Louis Armstrong in Fullmetal Alchemist 2003.

From working with Elliot on writing, if things had worked out completely different, and Fire Force somehow was just contemporaneous with Soul Eater (and we ignored all the post-apocalyptic setting), that club woman Assault spoke with would have been an employee at Chupa Cabra.

#long post #dwells whines about fire force

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string-of-beads · 2 years

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IV. Short Days (18+)

You face each other, standing still in your rooms. It’s as if neither of you know what to do next. Tommy is the first to move. He unbuttons his vest and hangs it off of your vanity chair. Then he slides his shoulders through his suspenders. Next is his shirt which is more than a little rumpled. He untucks it and you see a quick flash of trim, pale torso. You breathe in a quick, quiet gasp. You want him. You need him. But his deliberate movements and penetrating stare keep you from moving closer, to make this agonizing process just a bit faster. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on the vanity chair with his vest. The sun hitting him like this brings out the pink in his skin more. You see the tattoo on his chest, it looks like a sun. How fitting. He stands before you with his suspenders hanging off of his pants, slung around his hips. He’s so beautiful.

You marvel at him and are slightly startled when he pulls out the vanity chair, sits down, and begins to remove his boots and socks. You notice the graceful, long lines of the muscles in his back and arms. “Adonis,” is all you can think. Every movement gets you wetter and wetter. He must know what this is doing to you, he has to. He has to know how weak this is making you, how desperately you want to be held in those strong arms, how urgent your need is. He stands once again, barefoot, and walks toward you, with determination.

He wraps his arms around your waist and softly asks, “do you have a record player?” The question catches you off guard and you laugh lightly, “Of course I do. Why do you need a record player?” He ignores your question and leans into your ear, “Anything soft? Like you?” He’s just being cruel now. You smile as you reply, “I have a pressing of Clair de Lune. How’s that?” You feel him smile against your throat, “That’s perfect. Go put it on.” You’re not even sure you can walk the distance, let alone with any kind of grace. But you get over to the victrola and get Debussy’s Clair de Lune playing softly through your flat. You turn back around to see Tommy, arms crossed over his chest, staring and smiling. It pins you to the spot.

He beckons you back into his embrace with a crooked finger and soft but yearning kiss. He holds you with one arm by the waist and the other is cupping your chin. “Are you ready, Angel?” Angel. A-n-g-e-l. It melts you completely and he could’ve done anything he wished to you. You nod slowly, not out of apprehension, but because you want him to feel as desperate as you. He leans in to kiss you even more deeply. You’re dizzy with the tenderness of his touch and the heat flooding into you. You begin leaning on him again, feeing your legs get weaker and weaker. His skin is warm and soft. His hands butterfly against your back and press you close.

His next words are very soft, “Let’s get you undressed too then, eh? You’ll have to help me.” Your dress and blouse come off easily enough, the wool skirt falls softly to the floor and Tommy hangs your blouse next to his shirt over the back of the chair. He chuckles when he sees your next layer; chemise, girdle, garters, and wool stockings. “I forget how much proper girls wear under their clothes.” That’s well and good for him to say but you feel more naked than ever. You look down at the floor and blush even more forcefully than before. He brings your chin up again so your eyes meet his. “I’m sorry. You… confuse me. Terrify me, a bit. I have been mystified by you since Arthur hired you. And it made me afraid of the kind of power someone like you could have over me. I need you, badly, and I don’t like admitting it out loud. Forgive me, Angel. I need to know you. All of you. Desperately.”

The confession nearly makes you cry. You never imagined yourself with any kind of power, especially over one of the most powerful men you’d ever encountered in your life. That revelation floods your system with adrenaline and, emboldened, you begin to release your girdle. Tommy places his hands on your waist to copy the task, removing it. The intimacy of it makes you want to cry even harder, the pure emotion and tenderness of it. Your legs are weak and you decide to sit on the bed the remove your garters and stockings. Tommy kneels down, gently brushing your fingers away. He unties the garters and slowly removes your stockings. You’re left in only your chemise. Tommy Shelby kneels between your legs. He runs his hands up and down your bare skin. He looks up at you with a calculating glance and you give him an encouraging nod. Please.

He begins placing whisper soft kisses on your legs. “Lie back against the pillow. Tell me if you need me to stop.” You nod and slide backwards, Tommy follows, crawling across the bed on hands and knees. He readjusts your legs to lie flat. Tommy is above you. He looks at you for a moment before dipping his head down to kiss you. He crushes you with his weight but it’s pure bliss. You can feel him rock hard on top on top of you, pulsing with desire. But he only kisses you until you move your hands along his back and towards his hips.

He smiles against you, “Remember, tell me to stop, Angel.” He continues to kiss you but one of his hands travels down the length of you and begins to knead your thighs. He spreads your legs and rubs his hand on your inner thigh, working his way slowly into your core. Every millimeter sends fireworks through you. “Tommy,” you saw between kisses, “what are you doing?” He stops for a moment, “Do you want me to stop?” His eyes are soft but set. “No! I just… I didn’t think…” The words can’t be formed. You can’t seem to find the right way to say, “Is this sex?” He smiles, “Does it feel good?” You realize how tightly your body was wound when you reply, “Like heaven, Tommy.” He rumbles out a reply, “Good. Then I won’t stop. Relax. Let me take care of everything.”

His touch returns to your core. He begins to softly massage your clit. The sensation overwhelms you and shoots pleasure through your entire being. “Fuck. You’re already soaking wet. All this for me? You’re ready for me then, eh? Ready for me to come inside? To spread you wide, just for me? Only for me, huh?” You can’t respond. You try to focus on breathing but each breath is ragged and filled with moans of ecstasy. Tommy breaks his rhythm to bring his fingers up to his mouth and gives each a deep suck. “Oh, Angel. You need it. You need me so badly. Let’s see about this. It might hurt for a moment but I’ll make it all worth it.” You feel Tommy sticks his forefinger deep inside you. You gasp loudly at the intrusion and sharp pinch. Tommy’s hands move swiftly away from you and plant near your head. “That hurt, Angel? Need me to stop?” You shake your head slightly. You whine, “Come back.”

Tommy’s finger returns to your flooded core. You were achingly, sickeningly close to… something. He’s not kissing you at all now, just focusing on you. He has one finger hooked inside and doing something incredible and the thumb on his other hand is massaging your clit. It doesn’t take long before you realize what you were building to. This tightness sucking in at your whole body and then, “Give it to me, Angel.” A massive shot out into the stars. It leaves you gasping and your body needs more. He sinks two fingers deep into your fluttering cunt. “One more.” And when Tommy Shelby commands, you follow. Another massive wave of pleasure drowns you. Tommy’s touch leaves once the aftershocks wear off. You’re vaguely aware that his hands return to his mouth. You hear him whisper, “Holy fuck.” His eyes trail over your body. He looks like he wants to take a bite out of you. “You alright, Angel? Feel good? Worth it?” He seems so anxious to please and how could you refuse him. “I want more, Tommy. I need it, please.” His eyes soften at that. “More?” You nod. “Be careful what you wish for.” He grins devilishly at you and begins to unbutton his trousers. He gets off the bed to take them off completely and then he takes off his underwear.

Holy fuck.

It’s hard and long. He holds it, completely erect in his hand. “‘More’ is this. I want to give it to you. Do you want that? Do you want me to come inside?” He means it as a tease but he’s genuinely concerned that he’s gone too far. You sit up and begin to untie your chemise. “That’s what your here for, isn’t it?” His eyes suddenly burn white hot with desire and he doesn’t hide how much he craves you. He roughly pulls your chemise off over your head leaving you as naked as he is. Your nipples harden in the sudden chill and he pounces. Pushing you flat against the bed again, “are you still hot and soaking for me? Are you going to feel like home after such a cold night? Are you going to welcome me in?” You’d let him do anything he’s like. Your legs are wrapped around him, waiting for more, and he stares at your naked body, “Fuck. I need to feel you from the inside.” He angles himself perfectly and pushes his cock slowly inside of you. Certainly more than two fingers, the sensation of being filled by him is electric. You close your eyes to savor it. He’s on top of you thrusting in and out and you feel Tommy lean down to lick and kiss at your breasts. He kneads them with his hands and sucks seductively on your nipples. Each thrust draws you closer to that bliss. You can tell he’s close too, you can hear his panting and moaning. His grip on the bed clothes tightens until his knuckles are white. He’s beautiful like this, you both are. The pleasure of it all rolls off of your bodies in waves. A man of few words, between moments of ecstasy he pants words like “beautiful” and “soft.” Beautiful. Soft. The compliments bring your finish up tight and strong and you cum around his cock. You can’t help but say his name over and over, the way it feels in your mouth is exquisite. The additional pressure is too much for Tommy as his orgasm is heard through gritted teeth and tightly flexed muscles. You ride through the aftershocks together.

Tommy lays on the bed next to you. When you eventually roll over, you find him just staring at you. He’s not smiling but not overly serious, just reflective. He holds his arms out and pulls you close to him and you quietly observe, “You look tired, Tommy.” At this he smiles a bit and replies, “I think I’ll sleep well now. Thank you.” And you two fell asleep like that facing each other, holding each other.

When you woke up, like Adam and Eve, naked in their Garden, there was full sunlight and Clair de Lune had stopped playing a long time ago.

#peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #Tommy Shelby Smut #smut

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OUAT: The Bland Fairy

I’ve been re-engaging with Once Upon a Time recently and thus naturally am going to further talk about it, and one subject I feel really deserves more attention is the character of Fiona, aka the Black Fairy from Season 6. And specifically why she failed so hard at being the Biggest Bad of the whole story the way she was hyped up to be and is just kinda boring.

See, throughout the show there have been mentions of a mysterious someone who created the Dark Curse that is the source of so much misery, plus scattered references to things like dark fairy dust and the Black Fairy’s Wand which of course made many fans interested in who this Black Fairy was. The revelation made in Season 6 that the Black Fairy is the one that created the Dark Curse actually makes perfect sense, especially since timeline-wise the first tip-off of its existence came from an unsettled facial reaction from the Blue Fairy. And since the Blue Fairy has been a major character on the good side since the beginning, the Black Fairy as her evil counterpart and the ultimate foe that Emma must face makes sense.

And then she showed up. Despite being played well by Jaime Murray, the character we got had a major problem holding her back. Let’s go down a list of her traits to see what that is.

Powerful evil figure who was banished long ago - That’s kind of like the description of the Evil Queen we opened the show on, albeit not so “long ago”. It also calls to mind Cora’s banishment to Wonderland, the Jabberwocky’s imprisonment in Wonderland, the Snow Queen’s confinement in Arendelle, and even what befell Tinker Bell given that it was the Blue Fairy who banished her as well. The point I’m making is that it’s a generic set-up for a villain.

Lives in a dark realm - One literally called “the Dark Realm”. And that’s cool, but we already had it done twice, first with Peter Pan in Neverland and then with Hades in the Underworld.

Kidnaps children - For chronic child-nappers, we already had Rumple and Pan (ironically enough). Otherwise, we’ve also had kidnappings and attempted kidnappings made by Regina, Zelena, Cruella, Hades, and even Snow and Charming! It’s not unique at this point.

Abuses the children she kidnaps - Sorry, Pan did it first and and he did it better.

Is willing to murder children - You could probably count on one hand the amount of villains on this show that weren’t willing to sink that low. Hell, the Blind Witch made a whole career out of murdering and eating children, and she’s by and large depicted as a comedic villain!

Is a parent to Rumplestilstskin - Yep, she’s Rumple’s mother and the former wife of the man who would become Peter Pan. And I’m sorry, but Pan had stronger “Ultimate Villain” credentials. And he didn’t even need to be that hyped up as one; he just kind of was one.

Chooses power over love - How many villains have done this at this point? Damn near all of them? Even King Arthur did it! It’s really not that impressive to see a villain do anymore.

Rips hearts out and controls people with them - Again; what villain hasn’t by now?

Is an important female enemy to Emma - Like Regina, Ingrid and Nimue before her, then.

Casts the Dark Curse for evil purposes - Uh-huh. Exactly like Regina, Pan and Nimue.

Wants to break the Laws of Magic - Jafar, who made some guest spots in the very same season Fiona was in, also attempted to do that...and temporarily succeeded too! And wasn’t all that Author malarkey in Season 4 basically breaking the Laws of Magic too, given that it retconned history, forced people to fall in love with others, and had the ability to sort of bring people back from the dead? Figures; Season 4 comes back to bite the show yet again!

Used to be good then turned bad - So exactly like roughly 99% of this show’s villains.

Used to be human but now isn't - Pan, Jafar, and every Dark One ever says “hi”.

Even Evil Has Loved Ones - Fiona loves her son Rumple and grandson Gideon in spite of everything. Villains who also displayed the capacity for love include Rumple himself, Regina, King George, Cora, Hook, Greg and Tamara, Zelena, Ingrid, Ursula, Maleficent, King Arthur, Hades, Jafar, Anastasia, and even the split Evil Queen and Mr. Hyde. So not at all special.

Joins forces with Rumplestiltskin - Villains who have made deals and alliances with Rumple include Regina, King George, Pan, Zelena, Ingrid, Ursula, Cruella, Maleficent, Isaac, Hades, Mr. Hyde, the split Evil Queen, and even minor villains such as the Mad Hatter and Dr. Frankenstein. Even Hook as Dark Hook has technically worked together with Rumple!

Has a theatrical, even somewhat campy demeanor - LIKE. MOST. VILLAINS.

Becomes Mayor of Storybrooke and Henry's adoptive mother - She quite literally ripped this off from Regina. To the point where people honestly wondered if the role she was playing was originally intended for the split Evil Queen who began the same season as the Big Bad.

Proficient at psychological manipulation - Rumple, Cora, Pan, Ingrid, Nimue, Hades and the Jabberwocky all share this quality, as do Dr. Facilier and Mother Gothel in Season 7.

Engages in a back-up contingency plan - Her plan to win the Final Battle through Emma succumbing to doubt fails, but that’s OK since she has a back-up plan in motion through her control over Gideon’s heart. Clever, but we’ve seen this kind of thing from other villains in the past such as Regina, Cora, Pan, Rumple, and Jafar. It doesn’t help that Fiona sabotages herself by not sucking it up and accepting Belle as family, naturally causing Rumple to turn on her and, despite her confidence to the contrary, play a role in foiling her contingency plan.

Is killed by Rumplestiltskin - Cora was killed by Rumple in an indirect way, Zelena appeared to be killed by Rumple for a while, and of course Rumple directly killed his other parent, Pan, and would later go on to kill his Wish Realm counterpart by killing himself.

Literally everything in Fiona’s character is shared with other villains. There isn’t anything remotely original about her. On top of that, she isn’t impressively powerful (Zelena hits her with a car at one point; good luck taking her seriously after that) nor is she especially loathsome the way other villains including her own son and former husband have been.

The only thing that makes Fiona stand out is that the crisis she causes in “The Final Battle” has the highest stakes in the series given that the endgame of her Dark Curse is that all realms but the Land Without Magic get annihilated by Dark Magic itself due to the magical imbalance created by the Savior’s fading belief (which is stupid, but I digress), and Fiona does have an interesting philosophy about why she’s justified in doing this and why the outcome is even preferable to the way things are...but sadly, this philosophy is barely explored. How could it be, when Fiona only appears in 8 episodes and she spends the majority of them just flitting around and going “Mwahaha, look at me, I’m so evil!” instead of getting to the damn point. In the end, the dreaded Black Fairy is one of the most bland and forgettable major villains in all of Once Upon a Time. Her story was better off being untold.

#Once Upon a Time #ABC #Fiona #The Black Fairy #Opinion #Analysis #Comparison #Evil #Villains #Bad Writing #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Character #Anti-Fiona #Anti-Black Fairy

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*in an annoying news reporter or celebrity gossip voice*

Excuse me , @fumblingmusings is it true back in ye old days Evelyn and Francis use to be fuck buddies?

Is Francis actually both Alfred and Matthew's dad?

Did he leave behind his pregnant partner with the kids and go out for some milk?

WHo are Jack and Maia's fathers?

Did Gabriel and Evelyn ever fuck?

What about Jan (Netherlands)?

What is the truth behind Evelyn's love life?

*shove mic aggressively into your face*

A 100% accurate photo of me receiving this ask:

Uarrrgh. Okay, let's hit it!

Yes, from the years 915 (when no less than three of Edward the Elder's daughters married assorted French dukes and kings) to 1066 they were the equivalent of sickening childhood sweethearts. Thereafter it gets complicated and it goes from 'why didn't you help me' to 'why are you not favouring me' to 'fine I'll burn your entire country to the ground' to 'argh let's have bygones be bygones' to 'wooft this religious stuff is hell am I right?' to 'fuck you' to 'I can't believe you're literally my best mate this is the worst fucking revelation in the world'. The minute the children get involved it all completely goes down the toilet. Not a coincidence that Entente Cordiale coincides with the babies moving out.

I don't know how nation genetics work!!! I have not figured out how they appear. I'm not sure if it's the case of they genuinely spring up from the ground like daisies or if they have human parents (who always conveniently die) but they themselves 'become' the representative... but between England and the kids, I don't think there is any biological connection at all. Evelyn positions herself as the mother, but she's a foster/adoptive mother. Francis was Matthew's papa, but was uncomfortable with the title (much prefers being a big brother), hence why dropping Matthew was a relief to him. He never wanted that responsibility in that manner. Alfred was Evie's and Evie's alone.

More like Evelyn broke into Francis' house at 3 in the morning a la Mother Gothel, yoinking Matthew out of bed and booking it across the country.

Again none! In the fic Arthur Phillip, who was the first governor of New South Wales, found Jack alongside Rhys, who took him back to England, but he had to stay with Erin for some time until Ireland practically tossed the poor boy at England who had spent a good few years rotting in her room. Maia was born in 1810 or so, but was not found nor handed over (which was done super awful and dodgey) until after 1839, and the Treaty of Waitangi. Alsadair brought her over.

Port and England were a thing for most of the High Middle Ages. She never forgave him for the Iberian Union, and he was much more of a go with the flow kind of guy anyway. They are friendly, but any romance has died a death.

Never with the Netherlands. They're both too greedy, but his penny pinching ways were infuriating to her. She was so shattered after her Civil War that romance was the last thing on her mind, and he was fully in the maniacal 'oh shit this Empire stuff is fun' stage for sure in the latter half of the 17th century. They are on friendly terms though, ironically being pretty good allies for most of the 17th through to 20th centuries. She doesn't approve of his relationship with Matt, much preferring Katya as it pisses of Ivan.

List of nations England has had romantic inclinations for as of 2023 in chronological order: France, Denmark, Portugal, Germany, Japan. List of nations she actually bonked (spoilers) as of 2023 in chronological order: France, Denmark, Portugal, Belgium, Japan, Germany.

#q&a #hetalia #fanfic ask #hws england #fem!england #hws australia #hws new zealand #fem!new zealand #hws france

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