#amnesia arthur

[fucky-oureyes]

btw in malevolent episode 1 the absolute 100% funniest interaction to me is when john tells arthur to move parker's body to the right, and immediately afterwards yells "YOUR OTHER RIGHT". one of these bitches doesn't know the difference between their right and their left and tbh both john and arthur are dumb enough for it to be them

[kikkomansoymilk]

Secret 6th Love Language: getting divorced

[theroundbartable]

I kind of want Merlin's secret life a bit more systematic. I want him to have a Perry the platypus and doofenschmirtz dynamic with some random evil king/Spirit or whatever. Can be funny or more serious.

And then one day, after Merlin's magic is revealed through an accident, Arthur and Merlin are alone in the forest. While Arthur complains about everything that's happening, Merlin be like: pssst, he's here.

Arthur: who?

Spirit king: Emrys.... Emrys where are you? *Wave of destruction in his wake*

Arthur: the fuck is that?

Merlin: that's the tavern I usually go to. Now be quiet, he wants me dead!

[arthurtaylorlester]

so like do you ever think about john doe

[princess-of-morkva]

also. we all know merlin amnesia fics, right? merlin gets hit by a spell, loses memories, etcetera-

but how about brain damage. how about a head trauma sickfic, where after days of being unconscious merlin wakes up in his room, with a bandaged head, surrounded by faces.

faces he doesn't recognise.

imagine a fic that actually depicts consequences of head trauma and amnesia on top of it. not magically caused amnesia that can be solved by finding the caster or the right spell or true love's kiss.

imagine character's actually having to deal with it as a medical issue and not some easily reversible curse.

imagine merlin waking up dizzy and weakened, absolutely confused by his surroundings and these strange people who insist he should know them.

imagine it from arthur's perspective, where merlin lays unconscious for days and might not survive, the overflowing relief when he finally wakes up, and then he opens his eyes and sees arthur and doesn't recognise him at all?

imagine having to go from wrestling with idea of his friend potentially dying to having him be alive, yet not the same person at all?

[star-rie]

merthur cottagecore au

in an alternate timeline, morgana won and killed everyone. she didn’t know that merthur survives

merlin gave up hope, and because he doesn’t want to lose arthur, he manipulated his and arthur’s memories in hope that they can be peaceful and forget about camelot

they were happy for a while, living in a cottage far away before sht got real and everything went to hell

[achillesuwu]

People said that Merlin would never leave Camelot on his own but

But

Hear me out

What about amnesiac Merlin? Depending on when it happens :

1. There is no dragon to tell him about prophecy

2. If Gaius is not there for X or Y reason he would not know about the prophecy

3. If he get amnesia when he is outside of Camelot for (exemple he fellowed some dude in the wood and then killed him) he won't even meet Arthur and thinks "oh maybe there is a reason why I stay 🤔

Like, amnesiac Merlin has zero (0) reason to even wonder if he has a life in Camelot. After all, why would a sorcerer like him live there?

I think Amnesiac Merlin is a fucking unexplored golden mine.

"I can't take you apart with less then that" merlin but with some "I have 0 trauma about living in a kingdom where magic is outlaw/they will enslave you for it" meeting his friends again? Can you imagine the angst? The betrayal?

Or Merlin who work for another kingdom? Arthur who find Merlin years later because Camelot doesn't really have good relationship with magic friendly kingdom.

Amnesiac Merlin who get "fired" (Merlin : oh, well, guess I will go somewhere else?) / get told he was "fired" / resign (Arthur : *pikachu face* when it happens) and has 0 feeling about the whole thing because it's just a job, right?

Or Merlin who live in a little cottage in the wood with his dragon child?

You can even put MORE angst if Merlin doesn't believe Arthur when he says they know each other. After all it isn't the first time someone try to get Emrys ™ on their side.

[devllishy]

ok i have a question for the malevolent fandom if anyone's willing to answer: when did arthur get his memories back? cause if i remember correctly, in the first ep he doesn't even remember his name or who parker is until john tells him, but then a bit further in we get the whole thing about his daughter and i remember being so confused as to how he remembers her, cause i was under the impression he hadn't gotten his memories back yet??? like am i missing something?????

[jokeringcutio]

Arthur Harrow x Amnesia Reader Wife

Fandom: Moon Knight Rating: Teen Summary: You wake up with Amnesia to find your doting husband Arthur Harrow by your bedside. Tags: Amnesia, hospital, sweet love, memory loss, husband and wife. Written for @nicktremblaywayfu AN: Look, I wrote something sweet and gentle for once 8')

You woke up to the beeping of machinery. Eyes blinked open to a white chamber. You couldn’t remember your room being this bright. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

“Finally,” a male voice sounded, near to you, and you did your best to turn your head – which seemed hard. It felt as if you’d bumped it and moving it made you all dizzy. Your neck felt stiff, as did your spine. But you managed. “You’re awake.”

Your eyes found the shape of a man, only several feet away from the side of your bed. When he saw your eyes had opened and were lain upon him, he took a careful step closer. The corner of his lips trembled as if emotions pulled at the smile he held. Why? You should have wondered. Why did he seem so shaken by seeing you awake?

But instead, you were in awe at the sight of him. This man, with his pristine suit and his bright eyes that seemed to bore into you. This man whose hair framed his face like some kind of renaissance painting. He enraptured you. “Do I know you?” you managed to bring out, happy to even find the right words.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but it was gone before you could fully notice it. You studied his clothes. They weren’t like those you could remember of your peers. Your friends wore comfy clothes, or stylish brand clothes if they had the money to. But this man, he looked older than your friends. And his hair, which reached his shoulders, was longer than you recalled to be fashionable.

“You’re weird,” you concluded out loud. And you saw how the man’s eyes crinkled, how a spark of delight shone within them as he halted next to your bed and carefully placed a hand on top of the covers. He leaned over you, not too close but not far away, making it easier for you to study his features. By God, he was… “Beautiful,” you whispered, finishing your sentence out loud.

The man’s smile became even broader. It seemed as if it was hard for him to school his expression. Either that, or he didn’t want to.

“I think you’re confused, sweetheart. You are the beautiful one here,” the man said, his voice low and gentle. You thought you liked the sound of it. It sent a tingle right down your tummy and between your legs. Yes, you definitely liked this man.

Carefully, you reached out a hand. It worked. Your fingers moved, until you brushed a knuckle against his cheek. He felt soft and familiar. “You’re cute,” you murmured. It was as if there was no filter to your words. Anything that came up in your brain came gushing out.

The man smiled again, but he let you study him without interfering. Your fingertips traced the shake of his chin, down to his neck. Your thumb brushed past his lips. Kissable, you thought. And then, when you looked up at his eyes, you saw such passion within them. Emotions running deep. Love, you wondered. Could it be love?

“You’re really cute,” you said while your fingers traced the outline of his face before your hand fell down again. Why was it this hard to think or to remember anything? You had trouble remembering what had happened that brought you into the hospital like this. It must have been something bad, you assumed, for why else would you be this confused?

Amnesia, the doctor had told you. You’d remember again, soon.  But for now, everything was hazy.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man in front of you said, eyes glinting with mischief and mirth. You were curious to hear what his secret would be, and you wished you could lean in closer. But your neck was stiff, so you remained as you were and just gazed up at him.

The strange man leaned over you, his hair falling down his face like a curtain. But you could still see his emotions as he lowered himself down upon you. His lips sought out yours, brushing past them in a not-so-chaste kiss. His eyes closed and his long lashes fell against his cheeks while he deepened the kiss.

It felt good. Heavenly even. But still, this man was a stranger to you. Your eyes had flown open wide and you gaped at him as he broke the kiss, lips parted wide. You could not believe that this had happened to you. The cute guy had kissed you? “You kissed me?” you cried out, not believing what had just occurred. The man grinned down at you and nodded, then dove in to kiss you again.

This time, the kiss was slower, gentler. You felt his tongue brush past your lips, then slip in between until it brushed against yours. The taste of him was familiar and nice. You wished you could have more of him, taste more. He ignited a hunger you hadn’t known you could possess.

You wished you could bring your hands up and around his neck, and pull him even closer. You wished you could make it so that he could not turn away and then you never would let him go.

But as he broke the kiss and you whimpered sadly, you felt a pang of regret deep within your chest. You wanted to hold him close, but now the kiss was done. And he still hadn’t told you his secret yet.

“So, what was it?” you slurred. You sounded like you were drunk. Must be the medicine, you thought. Or the hit on your head – or whatever had happened to you.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. One of gentle joy. “Just that your cute and beautiful husband has missed you,” he whispered, and it felt as if your heart was ready to pound out of its cage. Because did that man just say husband? Him? Your husband?

You gaped at him, gasped, and then looked some more, before he, smiling, leaned in again and captured your lips in another kiss. You wished you could deepen it and kissed him back with all you had.

The sweet kiss ended way too soon to your liking. And the man leaned back and smiled down at you. Pure mirth was in his eyes while he traced his thumb past your forehead. It was a caress of skillful hands. And it felt homely and comforting. Familiar as well.

You gazed up at him and smiled. “My husband?” you whispered, not quite sure if you fully understood what he had just said. Was this another dream?

But then he confirmed it with a nod and a soft growled ‘yes’. “You got hurt, sweetheart. I know you forgot what happened to you. But some evil man has hit your head.”

You blinked at him. “He hit my head?” Why would anyone do that?

The man hummed. “Deliberately.” Why would anyone do that to you? You had never made any enemies, or had you?

“Why?” you asked innocently. “And what’s your name, husband? Or should I keep calling you husband?”

The man chuckled and shook his head, brown and grey hairs tangling as if the motion made them dance. “No matter how much I like it when you call me your husband, I will refresh your mind. Does the name Arthur ring any bells?”

“Arthur?” you murmured, tasting the name on your tongue. It felt familiar, so it must be a name you had said many times before.

“Yes, Mrs. Harrow. Well done,” he praised you, and you felt your cheeks burn a healthy red color.

But then Arthur’s face fell again when he remembered the other question you had just asked. “That man,” he started, his smile now entirely gone. It was as if he had lost himself in thought – or memory – for he glanced away from you. You saw how he pressed his fingertips against each other, a pensive gesture, while his tongue pressed against his lower teeth. He was thinking. Whatever he was going to say befell him hard.

“That man,” he said, more firmly now. His lucid blue eyes darted back to your face and you could see the emotions swirl within them. “He was after me. You got hurt because he knew how much you meant to me.”

You grew quiet. A silent ‘o’ formed on your lips as you tried to digest that information.

Then you looked up again. You felt little, small. And you saw by the way his eyes softened when he met yours that he understood how you felt. It was as if he could read your mind, you thought. But could he read that too? Or that? Or -?

“Do you have many enemies?” you carefully asked. Your hand slipped out of the blankets again and your fingers twitched. You could not read him, but the gesture had been clear enough. Arthur, your Arthur, reached out to take your hand in his own and gently squeezed your palm as a sign of comfort. It worked. You started to feel calm again. Calm, warm, and not as little as you had before.

“Sweetheart,” the pet name came out as a breathless whisper, but you had heard it nonetheless. “If I had known the danger you’d be in, I’d never had taken the risk of bringing you along.”

A sudden flash of sand was before your eyes. It was short, and lasted only a second or two, but it was enough for you to have seen it. A memory, you knew.  High sand hills, not dunes like the ones you’d seen before. These were higher. The sand was like gold. The sun upon you hot and humid.

A man and a woman stood in front of you. Their clothes were like costumes, not the daily wear you’d expect people to wear. The man was in a white suit that encased him fully. The woman with her black curly hair had wings like a scarab. She looked at you with pure concentration, but her arms were being raised as if she were a predator ready to pounce.

And then the memory was gone again.

“Are you all right, love?” Arthur was looking worriedly at you. His right hand was behind your head, his left on your collarbone, the pressure light. He was studying you with such intensity that you felt you had to apologize. “Yes,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Yes, Arthur, I am all right.”

A spark of doubt appeared in his eyes, but when your smile didn’t waver, you saw that he started to relax again. His own smile returned, ever so wide, while he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his chin press on your shoulder and felt his hot breath on your neck before he placed a delicate kiss there. His arms squeezed you slightly as if he was afraid to let go.

“You are the light of my life,” you heard him whisper. “My own sun. My moonbeam. A little goddess in her own right. The only one I could not bear to lose.”

Another memory flashed before your eyes. Of Arthur standing tall, cane in his hand, on the tall sand dunes. An angry expression on his face. Agony, you thought. Sadness, hatred, and agony. The ugly sight of pain. And that same man in the white suit emerged and raised a sword to strike him down. Your husband had made enemies all right. But just before the image faded you saw Arthur spin around and block the sword that swung at him. His retaliation was swift, the hit hard. Blood spurted, and sprayed like a fountain. He had hit his mark with the expertise of a trained and skillful killer.

You blinked and the memory was gone again. In its stead, there was only the feeling of Arthur’s strong arms around you, holding you lovingly and with care. And as he embraced you, the warmth of his arms comfortingly around your frame, you could hear him whisper softly in your ear.

“I love you. One day, you will remember how much."

He just didn't know yet that without having all your memories, there was one thing you could never forget. And that was how much you loved him in turn.

~*~ AN: I know the prompt you send me was slightly different, but this came out and I decided to post it as well. The Dr. Harrow one will be online somewhere soon as well ;D And I am working on another little Harrow x Reader treat that er.. might take a bit longer. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3 As always, not beta read. Will fix mistakes later on.

[bananonbinary]

the fact that large parts of the fandom seem to consider Yellow a completely different entity to John is SO confusing to me. like, am i missing something? he’s literally canonically just john without his memories right?? like he’s that specific piece of the KIY? and then when john DID remember, yellow didn’t “go” anywhere he just sort of. stopped existing. in the sense that all his new memories were erased. but he’s still definitely just john right like that was the whole point of the deal??

[avatarskywalker78]

It's (belated) Six Sentence Sunday and I have stuff written!!! First off, an extract from the 'Tory is a Barnes AU' - we're at Mike's POV and his complicated feelings on the fact that the kid who hurt Elaine is his niece...

But his children wanted to help. Elaine refused to press charges, and they wanted to get her away from the toxic dojo, and Mike remembered another teenager, long ago, angry and embittered at the world without a healthy way to vent that, who’d fallen right into Cobra Kai’s trap—

He still wanted to throw the book at Tory Nichols. He also couldn’t stand by and let her be further corrupted by Cobra Kai, snatched up by Kreese for whatever scheme he’d be planning. What had happened might shock her out of things for a while – cheating boyfriend or not, she must’ve loved that kid at some point, and being one of the reasons things had escalated while she tried to maim LaRusso’s kid would be deeply affecting her…

Yet if Kreese got hold of her, how long before she was convinced that she was the victim here?

How long before she was persuaded to try again?

I've also been working on 'Aquafam AU Part 1' recently!!!! This part takes place after the shipwreck incident, and Arthur is trying to get Orm to talk to him - which takes a little while, but they will get there.

“You know nothing about what’s going on, brother.”

“Yeah, because you’re not telling me.” He pointed out. “Look, Orm, I could probably take a guess about what’s going on, but I’d sooner hear it from you.”

“Do you?” Orm’s voice had taken on a challenging tone. “Do you really want to know, Arthur? To know what fa- what Orvax did?”

I knew it, he thought grimly.

“Better than you feeling guilt over something he did.”

“You don’t know it was him.”

That was true – Arthur might even be inclined to believe that this was about something he’d done in the past if it wasn’t for the fact that Orm was clearly trying to provoke a fight, was trying to get him to accuse Orm of something he hadn’t done.

Also by the way, both of these fics will be multichaps - not very long ones, but about three or four chapters each.

And, of course, we have the (Malcolm) Thawne amnesia fic which I started this week!!!! This one will take a little while, especially as I'm going to be rewatching The Flash soon and that'll take up time, but here's a snippet from it - specifically the opening scene, in which an unconcious Malcolm is dealing with blurry and jumbled memories (which he won't work out are memories for some time).

The scene feels like it should be familiar - an underground bunker, spacious, pipes everywhere, a smell of ozone in the air…

Everything is tinged blue. The ozone shouldn’t be here and neither should the lightning, red and yellow speeding past and speeding past and clashing, clashing, clashing, and there are voices yelling in shock and panic because this wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the goddamn plan—

He can’t make out any of the figures properly - it’s like looking at something underwater – but he knows, instinctively, that the red lightning is a very bad sign, a kind of terror unfolding within him as he watches it, and the yellow lightning is…hope. Is good. But it’s losing, he can tell it’s losing—

The red lightning is surrounding it. This can’t be happening and he can’t just stand here, and he exchanges a look with someone, who is staring wide-eyed and with that familiar look of guilt on his face—

He doesn’t remember his name. He’s known him almost all his life. He doesn’t remember his name.

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @vexic929 @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

@daughter-of-melpomene @forchrissy

[kikkomansoymilk]

partnerships, duality, union ʎuoɯɹɐɥsıp ,ssǝupǝpıs-ǝuo ,ǝɔuɐןɐq ɟo ssoן

reversed version under the cut

[oneseriouslycrazedupfrootloop]

New Amnesia game is lowkey giving me Malevolent vibes??? I might just be projecting but hello yes I’m sold

[kamiko1234]

Reply to @junkopoprocks's repost addition to my amnesiac Arthur + Rin idea

The original post/ part 1

"Omg yes!

And imagine the reactions of Jeremiah and Yukio. Their ‘real’ brothers.

Like imagine the aneurism Jeremiah would have when he sees his brother actively calling the son of Satan his brother.

I feel like Yukio would just be dumbfounded and have a lot of internal thoughts like, ‘am I not good enough?’ Or, ‘am I a bad brother?’

Mephisto would obviously think this was absolutely hilarious and find this manhunt really entertaining."

-@junkopoprocks repost adittion (thx so much for the support btw ^^)

I'll be honest, this addition is pure GOLD. And I agree with every bit of it. Everyone is either confused, angsty, amused or stressed. Arthur is all three.

Oh poor, poor Arthur. He basically became the single father of a teenager. Now don't get him wrong, he loves Rin like a brother. But for the love of god he's exhausted. Not only can he remember jackshit, he also believes they have possibly hundrets of enemies out for their blood. Obviously those enemies are just other exorcists trying to help them but Arthur doesn't know that. And as if that's not enought he also has to protect Rin who is too kind for his own good.

Yet another reason for why Arthur is going to have grey hair before even comming close to being an old man is because demons are still after them. Only they also forgot what demons even are or how to defeat them. And Rin, obvious , kind and inoccent Rin, wants to pet them all. Arthur can't remember but he's pretty sure he never ran so fast in his life than when Rin thought it was great to try to befriend some weird animal that looked like it had rabbies. (he swears to god he's about to cuff Rin to his arm to make sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself)

While Arthur tries to navigate his life while trying to protect his a kid, Yukio has one hell of an angsty time. It starts out bad enought when Rin is missing with Yukio blaming himself but when he and Arthur show up again ? Oh it get's SO MUCH WORSE. Ofcourse Yukio goes out to help and get his brother back. There he also meets Jeremiah trying to get Arthur back. Things go south when they meet Rin and Arthur again and they have no idea who Yukio or Jeremiah are. Jeremiah is expecially taken aback when Arthur who is well known for hating anything that has to do with demons shields Rin with his own body as if they would hurt them.

As @junkopoprocks already thought off, Yukio thinks Rin replaced him. He has real issues , mostly because he can understand Rin. He thinks back on how he acted with Rin in the past and realises that he's been horrible to his brother. He goes as far to beg Rin to please return back with him and that he will be better. Jeremiah at first assumes Arthur is posessed or smth. He has no idea what in all that's holy is going on with his brother. Jeremiah asks Arthur why he's protecting a litteral spawn of Satan , Arthur asummes he just wanted to insult Rin and not that the other meant it litteraly. The amnesiac proceeds to vigorously defend Rin and calls Jerimiah a "child hating , bitter old man". The other was so confused he didn't have time to react when Arthur grabben Rin and fled in light speed.

Rin doesn't always understand what is going on. He just relies on Arthur for the thinking. But that doesn't mean he is completly helpless, he tries to support the older any way he can and often makes first contact with people. He also makes sure Arthur still eats and sleeps since he tends to negelct himself in favor of making sure Rin is okay and trying to gather clues about who they are. (Finding out who they are is acctualy rly hard since they think that the Exorcists are enemies and thus avoid anything vaguely looking like them. They pretty much just travel around without a real plan and asks around and look for clues)

After they woke up and figured out their names Arthur took all the paper money he had and got them some basic camping equiptment. They travel around by riding trains or busses (not necessarily legally) and camp outside in the nights. That way they find out that Rin is great at cooking even with limited ingridients. The younger takes over taking care of their food, mostly because Arthur is shitty at doing so but also to take atleast a little off of Arthur's plate.

The whole idea is fluffy crack with a little Yukio angst. Arthur and Rin grow close and Arthur has like these nice little moments between all the stress where Rin maybe falls asleep on his shoulder or when Rin does his best to make a good meal for them and Arthur decides that everything he does to protect Rin and help him is worth it. Meanwhile Jeremiah gets more confused by the day of why Arthur acts like this and Yukio angsts over "driving away" his brother.

[danger-r-98-5]

It wasn’t easy coming off that mountain, running in fear and desperation. Losing so many people.

Like sweet little jenny, the surly mac and drunken Davey and…… John.

Arthur would never admit it, but John was the hardest one they had lost.

They had lost him, right?

PAIRING: John Marston/ Arthur Morgan. Morston

[panickedpansexualprincess]

Me: I'm trying to figure out exactly how much about amnesia Waka knows.

Enfys: Waka only know enough to know the chemical compound of the amnesia darts.

Me: /cracks up laughing, but they're probably not wrong 😂🤣