CrypticGod!Merlin and Worshipper aka fanboy Mordred CRACK AU - Part 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Merlin learns that being a god in semi-mortal form is very difficult when having a strong follower like Mordred.
Mordred, like many who pray to their god as some kind of anchor, will often pray something along the lines of ‘Emrys, give me strength and courage’ or ‘Emrys, please be with me through this difficult time’ unconsciously.
Except, unlike the normies, his commitment and belief are EXTREMELY STRONG, so when he prays strong enough, HIS GOD ACTUALLY SHOWS UP:
Arthur, charging him during sparring: Come on, Mordred! You can do better than this!!
Mordred: (anxiously praying) Emrys helps me
Merlin, suddenly appears between Arthur and Mordred, with Arthur about to smash him with the sword: THE FUCK—
Obviously, he is banned from praying during sparring, but occasionally Merlin will still pop up out of nowhere when he is anxious, and the knights eventually have to get used to it:
Arthur: Today, the neighbouring kingdom’s knights will join us for the practice, and there will be some competitions. I hope all of you are ready to protect and uphold the honour of Camelot’s knights. Any defeat is unacc—-
Arthur:
Arthur: any defeat is understandable, for one must lose before learning true victory, so please don’t get too stressed, especially you, Mordred.
Mordred: How do you know I am stressed?
Gwaine, carrying Merlin, who pop up above his head the moment Arthur said ‘defeat’, on his neck : Yeah, I wonder how
As their relationship improves, the power of Mordred’s prayer gets stronger. Not only can Merlin feels his emotions and more in-depth thoughts through the prayer, it also affects Merlin’s power, in both endearing and also straight-up ridiculous ways.
Lancelot, whispers: You are very upset because of that Lord Asshole’s shitty comment toward the Druids, aren’t you.
Mordred, calm and composed: No, I am a knight of Camelot and a grown man, I will not be bothered by something so trivial. I am not upset at all.
Lancelot: You aren’t praying to Merlin now are you.
Mordred: How is that relevant?
Merlin: *BARGING INTO THE MEETING* *SHOOTING FIRE BEAMS FROM HIS EYE, DESTROYING THE PATH AS HE WALKS* *GRABBING LORD ASSHOLE BY A COLLAR THEN PROCEEDS TO GERMAN SUPLEX HIM ON THE TABLE*
Arthur, watching this happens for the third time this week:
Arthur: Mordred, we talked about this, you have to express your thoughts and feelings verbally, not by praying to Merlin
Merlin: Don’t force him Arthur! He will talk when he is ready!
Arthur: STOP SPOILING HIM YOU ARE JUST HAPPY YOU GET TO PUNCH NOBLES
Also, when he is extremely happy, he prays to Merlin as well, like ‘Thanks Emrys for all the good fortunes that happen to me today’
Elyan: Arthur complimented Mordred at training today didn’t he? Maybe saying something like ‘you are going to be one of Camelot finest knights soon’
Percival: How do you know??? you were not there today????
Elyan, watching Merlin’s skin glows, not even in an oh so beautiful ethereal way but like a radioactive sun way: It’s .. hard to miss…
The first time Mordred wins a tournament, Merlin radiates for three days straight. His voice also sounds godly with all the weirdly smooth echoes and harp melody complimenting his every word. Mordred is exhilarated. Arthur is going insane. Merlin finally officially bans Mordred from praying to him.
959 notes
·
View notes
Oh to be a different person, in a different life.
I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while
sorry for all the angst lately
Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily.
The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands.
Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t.
Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly.
Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t.
After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy.
Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.
Right.
Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had.
“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired.
“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Can I take a bath?”
“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.
“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment.
Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably.
“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy.
Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile.
“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.”
“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?”
Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.
After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time.
Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.
UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out
basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.
Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.
AAAHHHHHH
70 notes
·
View notes
papa venti thoughts again bc im ILL
can you just imagine venti holding his own child to his chest as they sleep on him and he rests with them
with a loose but firm? hold on his kid
keeping them safe and comfy as they both snooze away
carries his kid EVERYWHERE
"venti your child is old enough to walk on their own-" "i dont CARE if theyre asking me to carry them I CAN AND I WILL"
that child is forever his baby
speaking of, he always has many many nicknames and terms of endearments for his kids, much like he has with you
they're all just as creative too, and always feel special, and fits each child perfectly
(he did, after all, name the thousand winds individually. whats a couple more for his own beloved children and spouse?)
but if he just goes "darling?"
everyone in the house turns their head
you, the children, the dog, dvalin? lmao
and various replies of "yes?" "yes papa?" "i'm here, papa!" are all said in unison
he's surprised everytime, and turns around to face everyone, only to find expectant gazes on him and varying expressions: confusion, happiness
and he just goes, "ah-!" realizing what he just said
and giggles to himself and calls a specific nickname reserved just for that person, to specify just who he was calling for
ok now imagine storytime with the kids
one of them drags papa to read the book to him
the kid is one of the younger ones so theyre still struggling when it comes to reading
(but with a teacher like his papa, he's making amazing progress. he's just struggling with some newer words aaand just likes listening to him talk)
seeing papa sitting on The Chair, with a book and their younger sibling sitting in front of him on the rug, bouncing excitedly in their seat, has everyone quickly gathering next to them and getting ready for story time
venti's storytelling varies depending on the mood. sometimes he simply reads it, especially if its a chill day or bedtime, and sometimes he narrates and gets some of his kids as volunteers to act it ou
one thing for sure though, it's never boring. as you would, of course, expect from a bard.
you can't care less about theatrics or his enunciation
all you care about is the sight of your most loved ones gathered together and happy, laughing away without a care in the world
149 notes
·
View notes
best buds (cries violently)
[I.D. two photos of an eight panel comic featuring jessica and skully from marble hornets. in panel one jessica and skully sit on a couch together and jessica says "so, you know how i don't remember much about, uh..." in panel two skully looks over and continues with "the ones i carry?" jessica awkwardly confirms "y-yeah.." in panel three jessica has a sheepish expression, looking to the side and rubbing her neck with her hand while she asks "well, i guess i was wondering.. do they... remember me?" skully ponders in panel four, answering "hmm, it can be dificult to find the source, but i can try to pinpoint some emotions carried through me- recognition, disinterest, unfamiliarity," jessica looks up in panel five as skull continues with "relief, joy," and she smiles softly in panel six as skull ends with "and longing." in the final two panels jessica smiles and hugs skully, who looks down at her with surprise at first, then places a hand around her back as tufts of hair from jay and amy peek out from behind their hood. end I.D.]
68 notes
·
View notes