#excalibur fics

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: jeonghan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, 70's au, little to no angst

warnings: none, maybe a few swear words here and there

summary: Jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims.

words: 2k

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

a/n 2: i heard a podcast and it made me want to write this fic because the love story of the two hosts was sooo damn cutee.

You knew Jeonghan from when you were literally a kid.

His father had moved to your city after a presentation from little Jeonghan on how to make a pocketknife using ice cream sticks that he learnt from his local friends, his mother mortified that her little sweet child would grow up to become a goon forced his father to change cities to go as far away from the place they physically could.

It was during his fathers pursuit for a stable Korean community in Canada’s ever-growing cities did he come across the name of your grandfather’s in the phonebook that sounded very much similar to his. Your grandfather being the trusting and kind man he was invited his father for a dinner in his house the following day and this event kickstarted a relationship between the two families wherein, his father bought a house six minutes away from yours in the small part of your city inhabited by mostly Asians.

You both had met when he was seven and you were only three, he still remembers babysitting you when you were in middle school as your parents trusted no one more than him. So, when he broke the beautiful glass table in your living room, he had skillfully blamed you resulting in a three-hour long lecture from your parents about taking care of ones possessions.

You hated Jeonghan then, you really did, so you refused to talk to him for the next almost five years.

Until you both found yourselves in a duet dance opposite to each other because it was the neighborhood talent show and it was mandatory for the kids to participate. Typical Asian parents.

To no ones surprise your dance number got a tad bit too much hype from the watchers and it kickstarted another full year of you both not talking to each other at all because of the teasing glances and suggestive remarks from adults and children alike.

The time you both talked to each other again was when it was you senior year prom at high school and your father being the overprotective man he was, did not allow you to go because according to him ‘prom is how American kids end up getting pregnant.’

He was wrong of course; kids get pregnant due to having sex but you being the soft-spoken kid you were did not have the gal to inform him that. You would rather spend the night being sad and watching Simpsons and crying about how unfair it is for your parents to not let you go and experience the night considered to rank number one in peak American high school experience.

This was the first time you saw Jeonghan as your lord and savior, which you obviously will never tell him because it will do nothing but fuel his over-the-top ego. But that day he had stepped in and talked to you father.

“It’s an experience and everyone should be able to experience it, I think you are wrong sir to take away this from your daughter,” he had oh so righteously said.

“Son, I would let her only if you take her, as I don’t trust anyone but you with my daughter.”

“So, I shall then.”

Now did this conversation shock you? Yes, it did especially your father’s response to Jeonghan, but you were not going to stir up any feminist conversation with your father right now, not when you just got the pass to go to prom.

That night was something you barely remember; it has been twenty years since then and you barely care about the overly hyped kids and the future alcoholics that you encountered that night. Now that you are wise and older, you understand your parents concern. Suzy from you class had become a mother at the prime age of eighteen, nine months later. You are thankful that your father made the wise choice for you that day.

That night from what you remember was just plain boring, you had come back at 11 to a quite house, had talked to the boy for the entirety of the night, watched the sunrise with him and at the end had hugged him thanking him for taking you to prom.

After that incident, you both had again gone onto your own ways and had not talked to each other for another year till the next family function, where you both were the only kids of the same age present as all your other friends were out of the country for college.

That weekend had sparked a friendship between you both, as you always stuck to each other’s side seeking comfort from one another as talking to anyone else somehow always circled back to your marriage and their extreme concern for your depleting eggs.

The friendship you both wove lasted a long while, throughout your college. Till one day you come back from a trip to Daegu, and he was there standing at the airport ready to rush you away from your family to the nearest Starbucks because he had some news for you.

Once in the café he informed you that he had landed the job he had been trying for right after finishing college. You were elated for him, so happy that you almost forgot to tell him about the potential marriage partner your parents had whipped up during your two-week-long stay there.

Jeonghan being the man he was asked you up front to marry him, confessing his hidden feeling for you and how the weight of them might have just decreased his height. Dramatic bitch.

You being brough back to reality told him no and stated the reason to be man you could have potentially married. He obviously told you to say no to this unknown ‘son of a bitch’ and accept his proposal.

So being the bigger person, because Jeonghan obviously refused to, you reminded him that you had never dated anyone let alone him and you will not marry a man you have not dated.

This conversation then ignited your relationship the first step of which was turning down the said ‘son of a bitch’ while telling your father you wanted to focus on your career more, which you really did. Fast forward six months and while keeping up the long-distance relation with frequent phone calls late at night because your parents might pick up the landline and eavesdrop if its during the day, while at the same time trying to search for a job near Boston went on.

On one late Sunday afternoon as you were sitting on the kitchen island sipping on coffee you got an email from on of the companies, you had given an interview to, informing you had gotten an onsite job that would require you to move to Cambridge, and you were over the moon.

So, the preparations began for your send off and again Jeonghan stepped in like the messiah he is. He is absolutely not one, you refuse to accept. The man went ahead and told your conservative father he will give up his life to take care of you, till this date you claim it will be the opposite if a situation like that befalls you both. After packing your bags, you were on your merry way to live with the man.

It took you both some time to adjust to the new settings he would be over at your place during the weekends and sometimes you would be at his. This continued for another year or so before one night as you both were laying on the bed together when Jeonghan suddenly piped up.

“I think you should see other people.”

Not understanding what he meant you turned towards the guy and asked, “what do you mean?”

“I know we will end up marrying each other, so I want you to experience dating other men too, so you don’t get to ever claim I was the only guy in your life,” he explained to you.

You had yet to get a taste of exactly how much of a cocky motherfucker you are dating, said innocently.

“But Jeonghan you are the only guy I ever dated.”

That was the end of that conversation that night before you both went to sleep, but his urging never stopped. It went on for a few days till one day your exhausted and a tad bit insecure self, lashed out at him claiming he wanted to cheat on you, and he wanted a break. So, you gave one to him.

That entire year you had a flower bouquet delivered early morning to your house with an apology letter, although the apologies lasted only for a month before you forgave the terrified man, who apologized profusely after you accepted to talk to him. Even though you did feel a bit bad after seeing him, the guy looked like he was living during the great depression.

After that all was smooth sailing and he never ever tried to upset you at all, but his playful nature persisted anyways, not like you minded that.

Five years later during your sister’s wedding in Singapore was when his proposal was finally accepted. You had just arrived at the airport and yet again the man had swooped in and taken you away from your family under the guise of some kind of sound check that was needed to be done in the wedding venue.

Your clueless self agreed to go with him and without a second thought he took you to the cables to take you to an island that was nowhere close to the wedding venue. As you were getting increasingly confused, you kept asking him where exactly you both were going. He kept deflecting the topic, so you ultimately gave up and, as another family came up on the cable car, you started talking about your flight that you took with your family. The poor man did not hear one word, he was sweating bullocks and was essentially confused why another family was in the cable car that he had fully booked for you both.

As the family got down at the end, he stopped you from doing so too claiming it is not the stop, even though it was the last one. It was then the nervous wreck of a man got down on one knee in front of asking for your hand in marriage once again, and you being so in love with him accepted to spend the rest of your life with the man.

The rest of it was history, you both had to tell your parents none of whom were shocked at all, rather relieved that you both had at last agreed to get married and be together forever.

Now ten years later and with your two children, you are perfectly content with your life. Waking up with Jeonghan beside you everyday sounds like a dream and you are happy it came true for you.

As you tossed around the bed you saw Jeonghan eyeing you in his half-awake state.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Us,” you answer snuggling closer to him.

“What about us, huh?”

“The way you forced me to date some other guy because you wanted me to have more experience in dating,” you laughed at the memory.

“Don’t tell me about that it still haunts me till this day” he retorts with a shudder.

“Why did you do it anyways?” you ask.

“I knew I was going to marry you so I wanted you to have some more experience with dating others so whenever you have an argument I could say ‘hey remember that looser you dated!’”, he answers with laugh.

With a laugh you slapped his shoulder exclaiming, “I sometimes forget how cocky you can get!”

"How else do you think I got the permission to propose you in someone else's marriage!" he states sassily.

With that Jeonghan snuggles closer to you some more, its Sundays anyways the kids are with their grandparents and you both have all the time in the world to just bask in each other’s presence and not do anything at all.

[localvigilante]

On this fine Sunday, I gift all of you: Kurt in a speedo

Courtesy of Excalibur (vol 1) #33

[followtheechoes]

there's this merlin fic I read a few years ago: it was some kind of reveal fic, I think, and it was one of those tense, drawn-out ones set when arthur is king and gwen is queen. I don't remember the full context but I remember that gwen is holding arthur's sword and thinking that the craftsmanship is similar to her dad's, and then scrapes her fingernail over the place where her father would usually have added some kind of signature mark, and she realises that this is the sword she gave merlin forever ago. it was a fantastic moment of realisation and I would love to read it again, but I can't remember anything else about the fic :( if this is familiar to you could you please throw me a link or a few more hints? tysm

[mahoganyrust]

Made this a year ago. Thought I’d put it here for funsies.

[wyvernstail]

[snail-day]

Nobody and I mean absolutely nobody asked for this.

Yandere! Excalibur x Reader

(Yes, the silly little guy from soul eater)

TW: Uhhh crack fic? Yandere behaviors (obsession), Dry humping.

Inspired by that one silly little bar scene.

Imagine this: you’re a weapon meister. You had dreams of being someone great. A hero, a legend, maybe even someone people sang ballads about. But those dreams died the day he entered your life. Excalibur. The sword of legend. The kingmaker. The literal worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

It started with a smile. Just one polite, foolish smile. You didn’t even mean it—it was one of those reflexive, awkward ones you give when you don’t know how else to respond to a monologue about bathing rituals and legendary glory. But to him? That was it. The moment. The spark. “Ah,” he proclaimed, his stubby hand dramatically over his heart. “A fool worthy of my love! You shall be my meister! My eternal companion!” He even tipped his stupid little pathetic top hat for you. How could you not fall in love?

You should have run. You should have bolted and never looked back. But now it’s too late.

Excalibur is everywhere. There’s no escaping him. He’s beside you at all times, glaring at anyone who dares speak to you. Did your friend just smile at you? Excalibur’s already whacking them with his cane, shouting, “FOOL! They belong to ME!” Did someone accidentally bump into you in a crowded space? Oh, don’t worry. Excalibur’s singing about how he’ll destroy them in increasingly unhinged, improvised verses. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY MEISTER, YOU INSOLENT WORM!” he screeches, flinging glitter at the poor guy. Honestly, where does the glitter get stored? You dont know, you don't ask. The poor stranger is left wondering if they’ve been cursed.

And the nights? Oh god. The nights. Every single one is a waking nightmare. You’ll be dead asleep when you suddenly jolt awake—there he is, staring at you. Staring. Unblinking, his stubby little face inches from yours. “You look so peaceful when you sleep, my fool,” he says, voice soft, almost tender. Then he lifts his cane, prodding your cheek. “Do you dream of me? You better dream of me.”

When he’s not staring? He’s cuddling. Or worse, dry humping your leg. “This is an expression of my undying love!” he shouts when you shove him off. You tell him to stop. You beg. But he just tilts his head, looking at you like you’re the crazy one. “Stop? Stop?! FOOL! My affection knows no limits! You should be grateful!”

He leaves notes. Creepy little love letters scrawled in perfect cursive on parchment that smells faintly of roses. “Dearest Fool,” one read. “Today, you complimented someone else. I forgave you, of course, but it hurt me. Do better tomorrow, my love.” Another? “I’ve counted the seconds since you last smiled at me. 58,432. Do you hate me now?” You don’t know how he’s even getting these into your pockets. But every time you reach for your wallet, there’s another one.

And just when you think it can’t get worse? The shrine. Oh yes, the shrine. You found it by accident—he dragged you into a room one day, claiming it was part of his “1,000 Provisions.” It wasn’t. It was a room filled with pictures of you. Badges you’d worn. Stray hairs he’d somehow collected. Even a pair of socks you thought you’d lost forever. “Do you like it?” he asked, beaming with pride. “It’s for us. For our eternal bond.”

You can’t escape. You’ve tried. You’ve tried everything. Locking your doors? He’s already inside. Moving to another city? He’s waiting at the train station, cane in hand, tapping it ominously against the floor. “Fool,” he says, his voice dripping with menace and affection. “You’ll never leave me. Never.”

You poor bastard or should I say fool?

[akane022]

can you all imagine if excalibur was the only way for merlin to die on? excalibur, forged on a dragon's breath and meant only for arthur, the sword that killed arthur's bane and merlin's shadow and could not protect arthur would also be merlin's end

[kivaember]

im just gonna ramble about umbra and my drifter for a sec uhhh under the cut so you can ignore:

but as i write the last chapter to the Zariman fic, the more i was thinking how my drifter and umbra are really similar in a way they wish they weren't. umbra killed his son because of ballas orchestrating things that way, drifter accidentally killed their sibling because of wally orchestrating things that way. both of them are agonised over this and blame themselves completely, and still haven't forgiven themselves to date.

i know operator was the one to reach out their hand and pull umbra out of that bleak pit of grief-fuelled rage he'd trapped himself in, but i like thinking that umbra gets to truly achieve peace with it by seeing drifter's own reflected trauma re: their sibling too. i hc that transference is a two-way street, and where operator/drifter can see umbra's memories, the inverse is true too. so umbra knows what drifter's biggest regret is, and how painfully it echoes his own.

idkkk i just like thinking that umbra and drifter become close due to a shared understanding over their respective pain re: their loved ones, even if they'd never directly discuss it with each other. sometimes it helps just knowing someone else experienced smth similar to you and kinda understands how you feel, even if they can't say or do anything to make it feel better.

(honestly this is arthur's role in the 1999 fic, where he is the one to push drifter to discuss it, because he doesn't understand but he wants to... and ofc he will see the truth of it that none of it was Drifter's fault because they were a CHILD and it'd take repeated convos for that to slowly sink in for drifter who's so adamant in shouldering the entirety of the blame (subconsciously believes duviri is their form of purgatory as punishment for the Zariman, which is a whole can of worms that'll explode like a nuclear bomb if they try opening it without preparation lmao).)

one day drifter and umbra should just get a whole crate of alcohol and get absolutely wasted to get everything out. then never talk about it again. they are paragons of healthy ways to deal with your trauma. totally.

[savs-sims98]

Sylvannah’s story set to O’Fortuna✨🧚🏼‍♀️

When I was growing up I used to watch Excalibur and LOTR on repeat. I can just picture Her, Astarion, Gale, and Shadowheart running into battle on horseback💪🏻

[themaidenofwords]

So, y'all know how Merlin is immortal.

I like to interpret that as "no mortal blade" can kill him kind of deal similar to Morgana's immortality as a high priestess.

But you know who has an immortal blade?

Arthur.

And Merlin knows it.

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: lovers to exes

warning(s): angst

summary: wonwoo realizing that good things dont last unless one takes care of them.

words:750

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Wonwoo had realized you were the love of his life from the prime age of fifteen. You obviously were not aware of this revelation of his, but you did not need to, he was fine with keeping it secret from you till he was comfortable with sharing it.

He had met you when you were six and though a series of unfortunate events, wherein you shoved his face in dog shit and he pushed you into the lake without knowing you could not swim, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable.

The first crack in your ever so strong friendship came with Wonwoo realizing his feelings for you, he stopped talking to you trying his level best to make sure it goes away. It resulted in you breaking into his house to inquire his sudden disappearance from your life and decreasing his life span in the process.

He had his first serious conversation with you about your relationship then. After spending the whole night talking, you both realized you were equally in love with each other and felt the innate teenage need to get into a relationship.

That was the second crack. Now that he thinks back to that day, he realizes the foolhardy risk you both took. It just resulted in a lost friend and a broken relationship.

That was five years ago, both of you were young and dumb, and did not know how to actually work out a relationship. Now at the age of twenty, both still young and dumb, but wiser than your fifteen-year-old selves stand in the living room of his college dorm teary eyed and exhausted from the conversation you just had.

"Maybe it's time we take a break you know experience the world, because I don't really have the energy to do a long distance anymore Wonwoo, not when it's just me putting the effort." You spoke.

That was the topic of the argument, 'his extreme ignorance to your presence', as you had stated, taking utmost care to point out all the time when he went wrong and how you are the only one putting enough effort.

In return he had used up his energy to point out valid reasons as to why he was not able to be available for you in his schedule. His head is throbbing, and he would very much like to have a glass of water but alas the predicament he is in refrains him from doing so.

"let's break up then, what are we waiting for", he says.

All he gets is a scoff from you as a reply. You turn around while running a hand through your hair, you mumble something that sounds similar to 'prick' and walk out of his dorm slamming the door shut.

Maybe if he would have tried to understand where he went wrong instead of making excuses, maybe if you would have tried to understand his predicament or maybe if you both would have sat down for a discussion, you could have salvaged the broken relationship of yours.

But that was not the case here, you both were too deep in your emotions to even try and feel the others, the years in uni had made you both incapable of accepting the changes you both went through. It has made you both hardheaded souls who refused to accept their own shortcomings and blame the world for everything when they could easily fix the problem with accepting their faults instead of defending them.

You were Wonwoo’s first love, and he knows he was yours, but maybe good things do not last long or maybe to make them last one must put in effort, which you both just refused to do. He knows before anything else you both were friends; he does not know if you will be anymore, but he sure does hope that the friendship stays.

Maybe he is a prick he thinks, but you are no less, he knows both of you are equally at fault here, but he will take the easy route this time too, he will blame you because it takes too much courage to blame one’s own self.

He just hopes when the storm dies down you come back to him maybe not as a lover but as a friend because you are too precious for him to lose, and he hopes you think the same as him. Because at the end of the day, you are best of friends.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i’ll eat any cherik up idc if it’s movies cartoons comics! i treat them all equally as long as it’s cherik ^_^

i’m glad i’m able to get into all the other x men stuff it keeps me interested fora while since it’s been around for so long and there’s always GOTTA be some sort of thing going on with cherik in these one way or another

My problem is that i can be suuuper picky but thats just in general, could be movie or comic or tas verse im a stickler equally fkPWSJSJ

IN GENERAL THO lovin cherik regardless of the iteration is the most important part 😌 !!!

[shellalana]

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow

He’s supposed to be dead. He’s supposed to be dead and gone. Yet here he sat, an older, paler reflection of his former self. Wizened and wrinkled and greyed. Sera couldn’t help the hovering dance of her fingers over the sparkling blue scar that covered half his face. She didn’t dare touch, in case all of this was a dream she would soon wake up from.

Getting him on the ship and into her quarters was a struggle enough. Umbra’s help didn’t come easy, especially after their past encounters. Respect bound them together, but there was nothing remotely resembling a friendship.

Sera’s fingers curled into a fist as she stood from her seat and stormed off toward the window, the scene filled with fish and undulating seaweed. Serana had kept this from her. She’d kept this secret the whole time, not thinking to share so that Sera could have the piece of mind she deserved. No, she went to the Zariman, through that portal, and into a world where Teshin existed. For what? So that she could gloat about something Sera didn’t have?

Sera slammed her fist against the glass as the heat of anger washed over her. Having her “doppleganger” here was supposed to make everything easier. Four hands were better than two, and though Serana struggled with keeping Warframes in her employ, there were other talents she had, other experience, that kept her afloat and fighting.

And now this. She stared down at the large jagged scar covering her arm, the burn Serana had given her from her Amp. She’d given no reason for the sudden animosity, no explanation as to why she was going around, picking a fight with everyone. Sera didn’t think she’d given her any reason to believe they were on bad terms. In fact, she’d stood up for her on more than one occasion, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she could be trusted.

And now she’d gone and proven all of that wrong.

[adylote]

WHY WAS HE SO SUDDENLY CLOSE TO HER? OMG 😩

the second picture feels like she was ashamed??? Aaaah, sudden bug-fanservice is just too much for me ah

I don't care if Varzia sounded as she's into Maroon haha.

[k-fic-collection]

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[that-wizard-oki]

Kids how do we feel about King Art and Malory ship?? Give me your thoughts