#i know arthur forgave him

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in my head after the events of camlann merlin returns to camelot and, still riddled with terrible guilt and grief, confesses to leon about everything that had happened and everything he had done, magic and all. and instead of outrage or betrayal or scorn or judgement (or even death, as he had briefly considered) leon shatters him with a deeply apologetic expression and a whispered “my friend… you must have been so afraid, and so tired.” and merlin collapses into heaving sobs against him and doesn’t get back up for a long time.

[arthurpendragonssassydaggers]

Me anytime Arthur Interacts with someone older then him: “Omg a parent figure 🙌🏽”

Queen annis even though he killed her husband, but it’s fine because she forgave him even said she’d hate to lose him?MOTHER FIGURE‼️‼️‼️

Elena’s dad because he told uther he should be proud of him? FATHER FIGURE 🔥🔥🔥

And the new development of Tristan and Isolde bc of a TikTok I saw even though they(Tristan)spent half the time hating him,but it’s okay because in the end they fought back to back? ADOPTIVE PARENTS🗣️🗣️🗣️

Hunith because everything. MOTHER.IN.LAW💥💥💥

hell even balinor for the 0.3 seconds they interacted because not only is Arthur his son in law but he healed Arthur knowing who he was(also this because he immediately recognized him even though he had to run away while Arthur was a infant) even though he hated uther and everything to do with him. FATHER IN LAW👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Anyway all this to say Arthur and his sad puppy eyes get everyone old enough to be his parents to forgive his wrongdoings and want to adopt him.

[spro-o]

okay, so,,, i got back to reading 4kota, and i have so many thoughts of literally every nature

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR 4KOTA, NATURALLY!

okay so, allow me to rant a lil

bro why the actual fuck is Arthur just magical hitler now?? 😭 like hello???? it genuinely makes me really sad because he was such a sweet and likable character for most of 7ds and now he wants to create an ethnostate for humans only???? it just breaks my heart, man

SAME WITH JERICHO LIKE HELLO? QUEEN, YOURE BETTER THAN THIS. genuinely tho- nakaba try not to make all your characters pedos challenge (impossible). there are literally so many other ways in which Jericho could have ended up in a similar situation, but nakaba really just chose pedophilia? it couldve been something along the same lines just without the romantic attraction!! a family bond can be just as strong- and it couldve been something like her losing Lancelot or in some other way letting him down, and then thinking that he despises her and holds onto that grudge (which, judging his character it wouldve probably been a small spat that he got over) - but maybe Jericho didnt understand that, or wasnt ready to face him, expecting him to be livid - so she asked for an alternative reality where that didnt happen and they got along great as sister/brother or master/trainee. i wouldnt put Jericho past being so stubborn that she wouldnt believe when Lance would say that he forgave her, and then boom!! same set-up, just without the nasty pedophilia!!

ON THE NOTE OF WHICH- (theres so much of that garbage in nakaba's writing, fucks sake) - i genuinely hate the whole thing happening with Guinevere. the whole non-consensual kiss from a 12 year old to a 16 year old (ewwwww) is one thing, but then when Lance is reflecting on that interaction and he SMILES????

you have no idea how much this panel killed me to see. Lancelot youre better than this,,,, 4 years is not a big age difference when youre in your 30's, but when youre 16???? please,,,, cmon now,,,

speaking of whommmmm~~ ,,, I ADORE LANCELOT!! SO MUCH!! this is to be expected considering i love Ban, bUT- hes genuinely just such a cool and wonderful character that has some sense in him. i especially loved those panels where he was like jumping around to get himself hyped up cuz like!! Ban does that!!!! i love,,,,

elizabeth (looking gorge btw, i love that for her) is unfortunately reduced to an object of fondling yet again 😔 literally like the second panel that shes in and shes getting grabbed and groped by Meliodas?? it just feels mad disrespectful to her really deep character that she has such a minor role when you ignore her being sexualised by Mel (in reality nakaba, but i digest)

i love that panel where Anne tells Isolde about what chastity actually is hbghjnhbjh

I FEEL SO BAD FOR NASIENS WHEN PERCY IS ALL UP IN ANNES BOOBS. genuinely- the dropped bag, and all of he blushing that happened before it during their interactions,,,, that shit broke my heart, man

nakaba try not to draw teenagers naked challenge (impossible) (chapter 86 cover)

this is literally like the cutest fucking thing ever????? i want more calm, slice of life stuff for our skrunglies. they deserve a break

someone, please, stop all this shit going on with Guinevere (writing this while reading chp 87) – I really despise the fact that nakaba has to make like literally all of the relationships either look like they have a massive age gap (Ban and Elaine), or actually have a fucking criminal age gap (Mel and Ellie). it really is not that difficult to just write a relationship where there is a <2 year age gap, did you know that, nakaba?? crazy, I know (deadass, while I don’t ship them, it would at least be bearable if she was also like 15-16, just not 12 TT)

chion is such a fucking pain in the ass oh mah gahhhhhh

I love Gawain’s lesbian antics <3

At this point, though I love seeing the characters interact in more casua circumstances, id rather have more fight scenes than god awful, shoe-horned romances between any two characters of the opposite gender (exceptions being Nasiens and Gawain, my sillies <3)

okay,,, thats it for now, but do expect more at some point or another huiyuvghbijhb

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Hiii, can you write a smut that Orm gets jealous and makes Y/n suck him in the throne room, And makes her call him Ocean Master🙏🙏 with face fucking, spanking, angry sex, choking, hair pulling and anything else you want As much as you want to write ❤️❤️

Whelp...I didn't get to the spanking but I hope I did ok enough!

            You and Orm had been fighting a lot recently. It wasn’t normal. From the moment you two met years ago there hadn’t been an angry word between you and now you couldn’t stop shouting at each other. Orm intrinsically understood all the fighting was his fault. He was letting his insecurities get the best of him, but it was hard not to. Everything had been ripped from him, his home, his former fiancée, his teacher. He went from beloved Prince Orm to the black fish seemingly overnight. Sure, Arthur and Mera forgave him for his heroics when he saved junior, but the people of Atlantis had long memories. Besides, you were like, really hot and it annoyed him that you weren’t around much anymore.

            You were a general in the Atlantean army. Your tactical know-how and battle prowess were legendary. So much so the Brine King himself asked for your hand in marriage. On top of that, you were incredibly intelligent with a special interest in what Arthur called ‘anthropology’. You went out of your way to learn about the people of the Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis and now, the surface world. Arthur relied on you heavily for diplomacy, which took you away a lot. Now, you were spending more time with Arthur than Orm was comfortable with. Thus, all the fighting.

            Orm was in the throne room, looking at the seat of Atlantis, trying his best not to grind his teeth into his gums. “Your highness?” Your voice rings out clear. The title irritates him further, you, his beloved, don’t call him that, you call him by his name. He turns around, glaring at you. You meet it with a stony look of your own. “Is this what we’re reduced to?” He asks, “Honorifics?”

“Well, you’re not acting much like a lover these days.” Orm feels his eye twitch. “Neither have you.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” He doesn’t miss the hurt in your voice, but he’s seeing red. He swims up to you, only stopped by your hand around his throat. It isn’t enough to hurt, but he knows if you decide to squeeze, he’ll be in a pain he’d never felt before. “Why are you spending so much time with Arthur?” His tone is accusatory, yours is flat when you respond. “It’s my job.”

“You’re late coming back to our quarters,”

“We have a lot to discuss.”

“You spend a lot of time in here.”

“It’s the throne room, of course we do.”

“You’re alone with him.” He feels your fingers tighten in frustration. Something in Orm’s cock stirs. “Only because I have to be.”

“Because you want to be.” He snaps. Your fingers tighten to a painful degree as you bring him close. Another thrill runs through him. “What has gotten into you?”

“How do you think it looks when my woman spends all her free time with Arthur? Hm? How does it look to outsiders when you two leave this place alone after hours of being here. What do you wonder they’re thinking you two get up to?” You snarl and push him back with so much force he hits the throne with a small ‘oof’. “What do others think or what you think?” You spit at him. “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like Arthur when I have you?”

            There’s a heavy silence that lingers between you two for a long time. You’d given him the validation he wanted, but his mind was clouding over with lust. He liked you aggressive. “Prove it,” Orm challenges, “Prove you like me better.” You roll your eyes in exasperation, crossing your arms. “And how do you propose I do that?” He doesn’t answer you, instead he considers you. You’re so beautiful, floating in front of him, angry, done with his shit. “Well?” You growl. That’s it, that’s all it takes for him to be at full mast.

            Not caring if you two get caught, Orm undoes his suit enough to bring his cock out. You look at it, mouth open in disbelief. “Are you insane?” You hiss. “No,” Orm says smiling, “I’m the Ocean Master,” You balk at him refusing to believe this was happening. “You said you wanted to prove to me you like me better, prove it.” He motions to his length. With only a few moments hesitation you relent. He swears he gets harder just knowing what you’re about to do as you swim to him. You begin to undo your own suit, but he puts up a hand to stop you. “Suck.” Is his simple command.

            You say nothing as you take position. He adjusts his posture, giving you better access. You waste no time in licking a long strip from base to tip. “No teasing,” He demands. You follow directions and pop the head in your mouth and give a particularly hard suck. He lets his head fall back at the phenomenal sensation. You set a brutal pace; what you can’t reach with your mouth you reach with your hands. He knows you can take him all the way and wants that from you now. You aren’t giving it to him, and that’s frustrating.

            He places his hands on either side of your head. You understood the significance of this action and place your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself for what’s coming. Even in his frustration and anger he waits for your silent signal to go ahead. You tap his thigh twice. You’re ready, good. He thrust into your mouth, stay there for a few seconds before pulling back out.

            It’s vicious, the way he fucks your mouth. You suck every time he pulls out and he just barely remembers to wait a few moments for you to take a breath. But this is what he needs, your permission to use you as he sees fit. To fuck you as he pleases. Who else would allow him to do this to them for free if not someone that truly cared for him? He climaxes within minutes, making sure he empties himself down your throat before ripping you off him. You’re gasping for breathe the moment he does, ignoring the spurts of cum that float around you.

            He pulls you into a standing position, undoes the bottom of your suit and turns you around so your ass faces him. If you two were in your private quarters, he’d take the time to return the favor. Taking your clit into his mouth and sucking you dry, but this wasn’t about you right now. Without waiting for you to say anything he grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, his thick cock enters your wet cunt with ease. Good, you were at least enjoying this. “Move,” He commands. You begin to bounce, letting out little gasps of pleasure.

            He was a long way off in terms or orgasm, but you weren’t. He could tell from the way your pussy fluttered around him. His eyes rolled so far to the back of his head he nearly found his brain. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to,” He growls. He pulls you back to his chest, hand closing around your neck this time. His free hand manages to wiggle its way between your legs to find your clit. He rubs harsh circles, reveling in the sound of your whimpering. The position is awkward for you, so you can’t bounce up and down like you so desperately want to. You settle with grinding. “Who do you belong to?” He asks. “Orm Marius,” you say, his fingers tighten around your throat. He asks the question again, “Who do you belong to?”

“His highness, Prince Orm.” The hand around your throat tightens more. He’s aware that you’ll be blacking out if he leaves his grip that tight for long, he hopes you get the answer right this time. “Who-”

“O-ocean Master!” You manage weakly. His smile is wicked as he loosens his grip. “That’s right,” he tells you, allowing you a little more space to bounce. “That’s right, you belong to me, not to Arthur. Not to the king of Atlantis, but to me.”

“I don’t want to belong to anyone else.” He hadn’t expected your comment. It strikes a chord with him. You continue, “No one else is as good as you. No one fucks me like you, no one makes me come as hard as you. There’s no one else but you, Ocean Master, no one.” His ego stroked to the fullest, Orm decides to reward you for being such a good girl. Quicker than you can fathom, he switches positions. You’re bent over an arm of the throne, the metal digging painfully into your skin. Orm, his hands on your hips, is thrusting into you from behind. It wasn’t fast, but it was rough. Every time he pulls out and pushes back in you see stars. “Please, I won’t last much longer.” You tell him, gripping onto the back of the throne for support.

            You think your pleas fall on def ears until you hear him say, “Cum for me.” It’s as if your body is awaiting such a command. He watches as you writhe beneath him, coming hard around him. He groans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him for everything he has, he lets himself go inside you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. You two stay in that position for a long while before you gather yourself and redo your clothing.

            You turn to him finally, lips pursed. “Do you feel better now?” You ask him. Actually, he felt foolish about the entire thing, but he nodded instead. “Good,” You bring him in for a deep kiss. He feels so silly for doubting you he can’t bring himself to look in your eyes. “We will never do this in the throne room again, do you understand?” He nods. “I mean it. Never.”

            He gives you another quick kiss. “Just the one time,” He promises. For the first time in weeks, you gave him a smile. He’s relieved. All the pressure building between you two had dissipated. “I love you,” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you too,” you tell him. “Now, go back to our quarters,” you say, pulling away from him. “I’ll be along in a few moments; I have another meeting to attend.” Orm frowns, “What could Arthur possibly want to talk about this time?”

            You frown and shake your head, swimming away from him, “My meeting is with the Ocean Master,” You inform him, “Something about a performance review.” You shrug and disappear into the hall. Orm smiles to himself wondering how he got so lucky to find a woman like you.

[whinlatter]

i love beasts with my whole soul, it's so heartfelt and intelligently written. love reading the author's notes afterwards, love everything about it. do you have any headcanons about harry and the dursleys maybe years later, if they've reconnected or if harry forgave them?

ok firstly you're a star and it's very important that you know that. thank you so so much for reading and enjoying my fic and my inane author's notes you absolute legend

i fear my headcanons on the dursleys are all a bit boilerplate and boring! i'm a big fan of the widely accepted idea of harry and dudley having a sort of polite but sort of nice rapprochement of sorts as adults that dudley initiates and harry sort of goes along with, a bit baffled, for dudley's sake. i quite like the reunion happening at the burrow partly because i like the idea of dudley a) sat in the weasleys' garden feeling clever for the first time in his life explaining to arthur the concept of a sit-on lawnmower and b) meeting ginny and having to wrap his head around the concept of his flop cousin having pulled an absolute baddie.

while i don't think dudley would ever cut himself off or distance himself from his parents (i don't think he has the insight or depth to grasp why he might need to), i like the idea of dudley absorbing enough of dedalus diggle's relentless harry stan content for a year to be able to grasp that harry was actually good vibes and that what his parents did to his cousin during their childhoods was, on some level, wrong. (dedalus and dudley - what a double act. that unlikely duo stayed in touch for the rest of their lives, meeting up every few months at the pizza express in woking for a catch-up. dudley 100% stuck him on the family table at his wedding and gave a vernon a stroke. dudley also fancied hestia that year they were in hiding but unlike dedalus she ran a mile from the dursleys as soon as the war was done and she didn't have to see those tory clowns ever again. harry jokingly-not-jokingly tried to give her his order of merlin for her service.)

i don't think harry ever forgives or has any contact with vernon and petunia again. he does however enjoy the news, relayed through dudley, that grunnings went bust due to catastrophic fiscal mismanagement during the 2008 financial crisis, costing vernon his pension, and that petunia's rose garden was ripped to shreds by piers polkiss' XL bully.

[xjulixred45x]

Platonic!Arthur Auguste Angel x GN!Reader

Request from @kamiko1234

Can I get some platonic Arthur Auguste Angel x reader ?Reader being an exwire alongside and a friend of Rin, thus absoloutly despising Arthur.

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Major spoilers for the manga!! proceed with caution! Arthur's hatred of demons, Arthur is kind of dense, kind of Fluff, mostly comedic.

You were Friends with Rin before everything happen.

You two practically grew up together, you were one of the few friends who stayed with him despite his "problematic" attitude.

because you could see that he was a good boy, with good feelings, but that he defended what he believed in very fiercely.

Thanks to this, when the events occur where they find out that he is the son of Satan, guess who he told first :D

You accompanied him through everything, when he lost his adoptive father, the confusion he was going through, etc.

You decided that you weren't going to leave him alone (no offense Yukio, but Reader is more Rin's twin than you at this point) and you begged the people of the monastery to let you go with him, you begged them SO MUCH and with SO MUCH STRENGTH that they had than give in to your demand.

Rin, at first, wasn't very happy, but he quickly forgave you, because after all you were doing this for him, because you cared..

Being at True Cross Academy, unlike Rin, you tried A LOT academically speaking, since you knew that unlike Rin, you didn't have as much physical talent, so you sharpened your mind as much as you could.

(it was definitely awkward having Yukio as the Professor at first, because, well, HE'S 15???)

It was around this time that everyone met Arthur.

although he probably already had eyes on you, being one of Rin's best friends.

sincerely? Arthur thought at first that you were being ridiculous by staying with someone like Rin, you have great potential and yet you stay on the side of a DEMON? Unthinkable!

Every time Angel has to be around Rin (and by extension you) he will always say some comment like that, how you should take advantage of everything you have and get away from Rin to shine on your own.

In Arthur's mind, this was a compliment, since he is the new paladin and therefore "you should take what he says into consideration" and that he was recognizing your potential as an Ex-wire.

but honestly it just made you angry! obviously! because I was flattering you, yes, but I was putting your friend down to do it! It honestly made you feel offended.

but Arthur didn't really understand why you were mad at him. so he kept trying and trying.

Eventually your skills reached a pretty high point (regardless of what type of exorcist you are) and you were feeling proud of yourself.

but Arthur then insisted on giving you specialized training, since according to him, as you were Rin's "best friend", you had to be prepared to "stop him" if he "got out of control".

You were about to get offended again, but then you realized that it really wouldn't have any effect. Besides, would it really be that bad? It is top-notch training after all. Even if it's from Arthur.

Even Rin encouraged you to do it, even if both you and him didn't like it, it was a great opportunity (and partly he would be calmer knowing that you could "handle him" if he got out of control again.)

So you attended his training.

Partly Arthur wanted to prove his point with all this, that you could be even better if you weren't with Rin, that you would be safer and happier without the spawn of Satan with you.

The training sessions with Arthur at the beginning are quite hellish, they are intense, long, but productive. even if you can't move your limbs much because of the pain afterwards.

Besides, even if he tried to deny it, you learned several new things with Arthur, things that you still didn't even learn with Yukio.

obviously, you wouldn't say it to his face at first, but at least you appreciated that it wasn't a waste of time.

The more you improved with your Exorcism skills, the more forgiving Arthur became, you took longer/more frequent breaks, he would take your opinions more into account, he learned more about you and your limits in general.

Even Arthur learned to read your emotions better and would act accordingly, he took great advantage of when you were angry or frustrated so that you could get all that energy out by training.

Although he also noticed very quickly when you were sad or discouraged, on those types of days they would practice things that he knew you liked.

I might even take you out to eat! anywhere, according to the "it's not good for you to do so much physical activity on an empty stomach."

Although, to be honest, it's not at all subtle that he's doing it for your own good. It makes you feel...good in a way. You can start respecting him from there, even if it's as an exorcist.

Also, in general, Arthur after a while no longer talks about Rin when he is with you, noting that his negative comments towards your "friend" affected your progress, which was difficult for him because he absolutely HATED the boy's mere existence, but....he could have bitten his tongue, at least in front of you.

After all, it seems like he won't be able to change that about you. He hates your "friend" and doesn't hide it, but for now he can tolerate your relationship with him.

and as strange as it may sound, he wasn't that bad to be with, you could even say he was fun from time to time.

Apart from the fact that you realized something that made it funnier, it was that this man is DENSE and he didn't even notice when you were making fun of him, so that helped a little to see him in a more sympathetic light.

In general you had never had a "mentor" figure as such and although you liked some teachers, you wouldn't say that you had a bond or anything like that with them, not even Yukio.

so overall Arthur was pretty nice in that sense, having someone care about you because they CHOOSE to do so was amazing, it made you feel good about yourself even knowing what he thought of Rin.

although you also began to understand him a little when you learned about his relationship with the demons, what they did to him, of course, made sense. Besides, it was his job, you couldn't really blame him for being afraid of Rin.

In turn, Arthur also began to care more genuinely about you.

As you raised your abilities considerably, they told him to start taking you on missions on your own or even his own missions, which made him have a level of fear that he wasn't expecting.

I was worried that you had the Theory right, but that when push came to shove you would end up hurt or WORSE on his guard. You were a CHILD for the love of God.

although I decided that for now it would be best if you went on Missions with him, since at least then you can learn FROM HIM without going directly into action (unless it's something Arthur knows YOU CAN handle).

Which meant that every time you went on a mission together, Arthur would push you back by being "out of your league" or even go to more unorthodox measures to protect you.

Like with the Impure Princess for example, you knew you COULD NOT beat that thing, Arthur knew it, but he even got to the point of almost GETTING HIT IN YOUR PLACE on that occasion.

which honestly left you quite surprised and worried. What the hell was he thinking?? (although he looked naughty, you admit that).

Although if you ask him about it, he always says the same thing "it is my duty as a Paladin AND your master to make sure you arrive alive" although you can clearly see that he is not completely sincere. in a good way.

I can also see Arthur referring to you as "his apprentice" or something like that. I think he would like to say something more like "successor" but he knows that's not how it works😅

and he tries to completely deny that he has a special affection for you, but it's SO OBVIOUS that everyone points it out or makes some kind of joke about it.

Arthur:✨of course I care about all the Ex-wires equally!✨

x:The Ex-wire were attacked while you were away!

Arthur: IS (READER) OK!?

Do you see what I mean?

although he also shows more affection on certain occasions.

For example, if you advance from Ex-wiew Rank to the next prematurely, he will be celebrating with you (he wants you to progress after all).

and in general he doesn't like it when teachers try to "bring you down" so to speak. Even if by extension to Rin you get into trouble with the Vatican, he will defend you, because for him you were not guilty, Rin was.

Speaking of, Rin and Arthur manage to make an agreement between themselves, where neither of them acts hostile towards the other while you're WATCHING, a cold war pact.

It's the only way these two can be in a room with you. Rin tolerates Arthur because he loves you and Arthur...ignores Rin for seeing you. win win.

Overall Arthur is quite fun to have as a mentor, he encourages you to progress and "shine" on your own while supporting you in the process, just don't leave him alone with Rin for too long, please.

Thank you for the Request ❤️

I'll be a little inactive from the middle of the month due to family matters, so I will try to make as many Requests as I can! I love you all ❤️❤️❤️

[saurix5]

It may be simply Mordred refusing to see that Kara was executed for attempted regicide not being a magical Druid. Or that he is a teen blinded by rose-tinted glasses in regards to Kara's behavior.

But I believe Mordred knew very well about her beliefs and why she's in trouble. When Merlin confronts Mordred, the latter only brings up Kara being a Druid to correct Merlin about her being a Saxon and to appeal to him emotionally. When Mordred says Arthur will kill her, he knows it would be for attempted murder.

So why continue to vouch for her and even break her out? One, it's because she's his childhood crush, but also he knows exactly how she feels. Remember in s2, child Mordred was pissed at Merlin for trying to kill him. Since Arthur led his men to raid both camps, which threatened his life twice, it's safe to assume Mordred also hated Arthur at least somewhat. Of course, he eventually forgave by s5 and saw the kind of person Arthur is.

Mordred also likely met other sorcerers who held hate for Camelot for the Purge & continued persecution. So, Mordred knows where Kara's head is at, and if she continued to fight, her life would be on the line. That's why he was trying to convince her Arthur is a good man and things would change. Mordred was there when Arthur first interrogated Kara. When Arthur brought up Morgana, Mordred probably thought that Kara's words may be similar to Morgana, but many good people feel that way (him included at one point). Mordred's been out and about in the world, interacting with the rest of the magical community, Arthur has not.

Even so, Mordred still believes that he can make Kara more aware that Arthur is not Uther and that things can change, change her mind, and have her life spared.

"This girl, she is a danger. Not just to me. She's a sworn enemy of Camelot, ruthless to the cause." -Arthur

"No. I will change that. She'll listen to me." -Mordred

When Kara dies, Mordred doesn't turn to Morgana because "oh he killed her cuz she's a druid/has magic, so now I must avenger her" it's because he realizes this situation happened because of the ban. Because Arthur kept the ban in place, ppl still live in fear. Because of the fear, some ppl turn to violence to escape oppression. Mordred realizes that will never change. (When Kara asked if Arthur kills those with magic, he doesn't refute that but switches points) More ppl like Kara will turn to violence, get caught, and die. The only way to stop that is to destroy the system aka kill Arthur.

[ormymarius]

Do you consider comic!Orm (from New 52) to be an anti-hero or outright villain? Personally I think his actions attacking the surface were justified considering that, from his perspective, it seemed like an uncalled for attack on Atlantis, and the Justice League were too self-righteous about his retaliation (as if he had attacked the surface for fun instead of a valid reason.) This leads to my second question: how tf did he forgive Arthur for locking him up and not even bothering to visit him? Did they ever talk after that? I know Orm loves him, but is he That forgiving? I assume he'd see Arthur as a traitor for siding with the surface over Atlantis (in his eyes) so do you think he'd still consider Arthur fit to be king of Atlantis after that perceived betrayal?

On that same line, do you agree that Orm's motivations do not stem from desperately wanting the throne? To me he's not a ruthless power-hungry asshole willing to sell his brother in order to be king, he just wants what's best for Atlantis. Sorry for the long ask, but the whole Throne of Atlantis arc is so interesting to me!

I consider new 52 Orm to be partly an antihero because we didn’t get to see enough of him being one tbh. But to me he’s more morally gray than anything else. I also think he was justified, he was doing what a good king would and defending his people even if Vulko manipulated him into doing the whole thing. Orm is a victim just as much as anyone else was.

I think the Justice League (if they were well written) should’ve communicated with Orm more clearly instead of outright attacking him and treating him as if he were a monster and a supervillain terrorist (which is what the surface labeled him for defending his people ://)

I don’t think Orm ever forgave Arthur for locking him up on the surface and it’s the reason he’s so pissed at Arthur in the first place, that’s partly the cause of their beef — Arthur abandoned him. They didn’t really talk after that.

Also, Orm was poorly written when he appeared in an actual Aquaman comic after years as a villain. His characterization was so stupid and inconsistent in KSD’s run, I don’t even wanna talk about it lmao. + Aquamen was just as stupid. Anyway, Orm doesn’t love Arthur anymore or consider Arthur to be fit for king like he once did. Orm resents him. But as far as most sibling relationships go, deep down you’ll always care for them in some capacity even if there’s lots of resentment there. That’s the thing with family.

I agree that New 52 Orm wasn’t power hungry at all. He just wanted to protect his people and Atlantis. He’d do anything for them. That’s just who he is.

I don’t think Orm should be written as wanting the throne anymore. It’s a dumb motivation and it doesn’t go anywhere, it lacks for interesting stories and it’s overdone. I think Orm should be more of an ecoterrorist like Poison Ivy if you will (someone who will commit to extreme violence for the protection of the environment). It would make Arthur and Orm’s dynamic more interesting, as Arthur can agree with protecting the environment but he can’t agree with Orm’s violent tendencies for protecting the environment. That’s my take.

[pherelesytsia]

I forgave him,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.

Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, fluff, guns, death

Word Count: 4.1k      

a/n: Requests are open.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Branches, twisted and turned, tried to reach for the grey heavens and the birds were chanting a delicate serenade. The sun escaped the oblong clouds, travelling across meadows and fields in the hues of spring. The day was waning slowly and colours faded, peaceful and tranquil and the early twinkling stars were scarcely visible.

Silence reigned in the mansion, and raucous laughter broke the pleasant calmness. Softly, the gramophone played in the background, but Y/N paid no attention to the loving words the singer sang in the name of love. Lovingly, she stroked the curve of her stomach. The gentle smile gracing her lips grew as her heart melted like gold in the heat of flames, catching sight of Charlie walking slowly towards her with a cup in his hands. He was biting his tongue, trying to hold the cup cautiously, fearing he would spill the liquid.

            "Here's your tea, mom. I didn't need help. I did it all by myself." Charlie pronounced proudly.

Grinning, the young boy set the dotted cup down on the corner of the dark wooden table next to the open book with a bronzed binding.

            "Thank you, Charlie, but you don’t have to take care of me. It is no longer necessary. I can stand and I don't have to lie all day on the sofa or in bed. You don’t have to worry about me anymore, we are healthy and fine.", "But I have to look after you. I promised it, didn't I?" Charlie interjected.

Shock lingered in his voice as his hand rested on his mother’s stomach.

            “I know you promised it, Charlie, but you should play with your toys and not be my nurse,” Y/N murmured.

Charlie did not respond, focusing, hopeful his sister would touch his hand with her foot in a moment. He breathed silent promises of playing together when she would be old enough, but Y/N couldn’t understand a word. Again, biting his tongue, he caressed her abdomen. Sorrowfully, he noticed his sister was asleep again. Y/N stroked his hair and glanced up. Footsteps echoed through the house and Y/N greeted Ada carrying a tray with various plates of fruit and cookies towards the table next to the sofa. Smiling, Ada glanced at the two, at mother and son, and realised she had never seen so much love in a child's eyes. She settled the tray down, but Charlie paid no attention to the sweets and fruits.

            "How are you Y/N?", "Charlie, I thank you for the tea but you can take the rest of the day off, go to your room or go to John's or Arthur's, they will surely be pleased if you visit them upstairs," Y/N said.

Confused, the boy looked up, but then after a minute of thinking, he nodded and with quick steps left the women and ran up the stairs in great haste.

            "He's a good boy," Ada said looking after the boy.

No longer focusing on Charlie the young woman settled down on the sofa next to Y/N and rested her hand on her leg not covered by the blanket.

            "Yes, he is. Men should learn from him.” Y/N answered.

Greyed memories returned and Ada leaned back and took a bite from the apple. A grey shadow crept across her face and a bitter taste spread in her mouth, nevertheless she did not spit the fruit out, aware of the fact the apple was not bitter.

            “I will never forget how he spoke to Thomas, we heard it all and I was shocked.” Ada continued.

Y/N nodded with a grave expression but pain didn’t paint her features kissed by the gleam of light.

            “Charlie has forgiven his father and he is already looking forward to his sibling. He talks about her all the time and he's even thought about names. I think I've heard every name imaginable from Anna to Sophia but he wants his sister to be called Charlotte because Charles and Charlotte sound very similar." Y/N laughed.

Shadows shaped into terrifying faces faded away, banished by the hushed laughter.

            "And what do you think? Are you sure it's a girl?" Ada asked.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, unsure yet sure it couldn’t be a body, felt it in every fibre of her body, remembered clearly the symptoms she had during her first pregnancy. The smell of cigarettes used to upset her stomach, disliked the taste of eggs and the flavour of tea, but this time she didn't mind any of those things. And Y/N vaguely recalled how Thomas had ceased to smoke in her presence.

"I think you can never be sure, Charlie wishes a sister, but I don’t care if it’s a body or a girl, I´ll love the child anyway,” Y/N reported continuing to caress her stomach.

            "Everything is fine between you two?", "I trust Thomas. He is my husband. The letters continue but he doesn’t open them, burns every one of them. And when he meets new partners, he takes John or Arthur with him." Y/N reported.

Ada nodded understandingly, gladdened no anger nor hatred was dwelling in the heart of her dear friend. Ada gazed at the ground, blaming herself for what had happened and then she tried to disguise her emotions but Y/N noticed. She placed her hand on Ada's and instantly the eyes met.

            "You don't have to worry Ada, really, everything is alright. The child and I are fine. Arthur called the doctor because I fainted, the child is healthy. Charlie, he's like a nurse. You should have seen him this morning." Y/N joked.

Laughing, Y/N placed her hand on her chest, feeling tears trying to blur her vision as she remembered the early hours of the morning when she opened her eyes and saw Charlie sitting on the edge of the bed with a pancake on a plate, waiting for the moment when his mother would finally wake up from deep slumber. At first glance, Y/N thought he was wearing a white T-shirt, but then quickly realised the boy was covered in flour and batter. Ada chirped in, had heard everything.

            "Arthur told me the kitchen mirrored a battlefield, worse than a crime scene. It took him almost two hours to clean it up.”, "But the pancakes were very delicious and Tommy preferred to avoid the kitchen and left rather hurriedly, allegedly needed to solve a problem in town." Y/N added grinning. 

            "Where is Thomas anyway?", "Upstairs in his office. He works from home now and leaves rarely the house except today." Y/N said in reply.

With her outstretched hand, Y/N pointed up the stairs and Ada nodded.

            "Thomas refuses to leave the house, cooked for me and calls the doctor if I show any signs of discomfort. Charlie and his father won't let me out of the sight and he doesn't want to sleep in his bedroom anymore.” Y/N said.

            “Thomas or Charlie?” Ada laughed with a raised brow.

She knew the answer yet she asked.

            "Be glad, I don't know any man who would behave like this.”, "I know and you can't imagine how grateful I am but I can assure you that some days it can be very exhausting. Yesterday I wanted to eat a piece of the chocolate cake and you can't imagine how long it took to convince Thomas to let me eat it. Also, we have small arguments about if I can walk, he wants to carry me around the house even if I'm perfectly capable of walking and don't have to lie in bed all day," Y/N said.

Ada laughed, imagined her brother carrying his wife around the house and forbidding her to consume her favourite cake.

            “I love him dearly and I am grateful for his endless support yet sometimes it is very exhausting.” Y/N clarified.

            "Speak of the devil," Ada said low.

The stairs creaked, announcing his arrival. Eyes fixed on the stairs, and witnessed Thomas dressed in a black suit. The dark tie was loose around his neck and the pair of round glasses rested on his nose. Ada saw the pride in his eyes gliding around the room and witnessed the relief spreading across his face as he saw his wife resting on the sofa under a fluffy blanket, as promised. The buttons of his suit jacket were undone and the weapon he usually tried to hide from the prying eyes of enemies reflected the light of the lamps. A smile adorned his face. It was honest.

            "You have finished your work?" Y/N asked, and Thomas nodded.

A mischievous grin spread on his lips and immediately Y/N knew what Thomas wanted to say, reading his eyes like an open book.

            "I can go again if you like. I'm sorry I want to spend more time with my wife." Thomas said what Y/N was thinking.

"But maybe your wife doesn't want to keep you from your work, because she knows how much her husband loves his work," Y/N said.

Confused, Ada looked up, heard the laughter and thought for a moment someone else was laughing, but as her eyes travelled around the room, she saw it was Thomas who was laughing in delight.

Swiftly, Thomas descended the stairs, went to his wife resting on the sofa, greeted his sister but paid her no further attention but then he stopped, fixed his gaze over his shoulder and saw Charlie walking down the stairs with quick steps and every time Thomas caught sight of his son his heart ached. The deep wounds were not healed, aching terribly if memories returned, still remembering the words Charlie had spoken in a terrible rage, unspeakable hatred, trying to banish his father, but the clouds heralding a storm were gone. Charlie no longer despised his father, could not, but he was cautious, fearful for his mother and unborn sister. With quickening steps, Charlie ran past his father and went towards the table and grabbed one of the many biscuits Ada had brought and nibbled on it with a joyful smile. His eyes rested on the half-full dotted cup, and sat down as he realised, he didn't need to make tea for his mother.

            "Can you read me a story today?" Charlie asked.

His heart ached, and Tomas hoped Charlie was addressing him. The man faced his son. He feared Charlie was talking to someone else, but he realised he was speaking to him.

"Of course, Charlie. I would love to. I've finished my work for today and tomorrow I have a day off. If you like, we can play the board game you got for your birthday." said Thomas and the wounds healed.

Charlie beamed and nodded hastily, wanting to lie down in his bed and quickly fall asleep and quickly get up again when the sun kissed the end of the world.

            "It is late. I'll be on my way, have a good evening." "Don't you want to stay? It's getting late and the roads are dangerous by night." huffed Y/N, but Ada shook her head with a grin on her lips.

            "Shelby-blood runs through my veins. The night fears us and you should know. You live among us." joked Ada as she arose.

            "You're right about that and my lovely child lets me know every day when I want to sleep. When I close my eyes, she plays soccer.", "Is she troublesome again? Do you want me to talk to her? I already told her yesterday to stop," Charlie huffed.

His eyes widened, was shocked, couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was sure after yesterday's conversation his sister wouldn't dare to draw attention to herself with her hands and feet. Charlie jumped to his feet and stormed in great haste towards his aunt, past her, and looked down at his mother, trying to suppress a laugh like the other adults.

            "Do you want me to talk to her? She is my sister and will surely listen to me or should dad speak to her? She will listen to him. Everybody listens when dad talks," Charlie pointed at his father.

"Charlie, you don't have to worry and you don't have to be angry with your sister, she probably can't hear you at all and if she does, she is far too small to understand you, you don't have to be upset," Y/N interjected in a loving tone, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Charlie nodded and pointed with his gaze he would like to sit down and Y/N placed her right hand on the free spot at her side, and thanking, Charlie settled down at his mother's side. Ada grinned, glad she was still there and looking forward to telling the others about the conversation between Charlie and his unborn sibling.

            "I wish you a good night. I'll be on my way,", "I'll walk you out, Ada." Thomas interjected.

Ada nodded, knowing she wouldn't shake him off.

            “Stay Y/N, I know how you feel and believe me soon you won't be able to get up.", "It won't be that bad and when I was expecting Charlie, I was still running around the garden tending the plants the day he was born." quipped Y/N.

Ada rose from the couch and headed to Y/N.

            "But the offer still stands. You can stay here, you can have a glass of wine and we can chat.", "I'm expected, but thank you Y/N. Have a good evening and tomorrow I will come around by noon, I have a surprise for you." Ada whispered and hugged Y/N.

She blew a fleeting kiss on Y/N´s cheek, said goodbye to Charlie as she was ruffling his hair, and then turned to her brother. For a brief moment, Y/N looked after the siblings, but then she leaned back and rested her hand on Charlie's.

            "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to sleep alone and I'm sure my sister would love to hear a story. I know her." breathed Charlie.

Y/N's hand gently stroked his hair, and brushed it to one side as she gazed into the distance, pretending to think intensely about it but Charlie knew the answer, knew his mother, knew she would always allow him to sleep at her side in the bed.

            "Of course, but I hope you know that the day when your sister is born you will have to sleep in your room again, the bed will be too small for all of us," Y/N answered.

"That's no problem. I will take my mattress and sleep on the floor on your side. I will help you and not go to school. I don't have a problem with that." Charlie interjected optimistically, eliciting a laugh from his mother.

Cold filled the house, but swiftly the coldness faded away. Thomas smiled, turned his attention to the most important people in his life, and he was longing for the moment when he would find himself at their side again and forget the darkness.

            "I have to go upstairs, I'll be with you in a minute and if you want, I can read you a story after Charlie.”, "Okay, but my sister would like to hear a story too. We're all going to sleep in the same bed tonight," informed Charlie with a grin.

Thomas did nothing, did not complain.

            "Of course, give me ten minutes,” spoke Thomas and Charlie nodded happily, feared his father's reaction.

The tall man disappeared, took two steps at a time and walked up the stairs and entered his office.

            "Can we play in the garden tomorrow? Would you like something to eat? There are still some pancakes in the kitchen. Did you like them? Can I make you eggs?" Charlie asked delightedly.

Her eyes widened and immediately Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, forbidding him to depart, to leave, to create a field of destruction in the kitchen and hid Charlie under the fluffy blanket in the hues of the forest.

            "Thank you, Charlie, you are too kind and I can't tell you how grateful I am for the way you help me, but everything is fine. I am not hungry, and the pancakes you made were delicious but I am not hungry.” Y/N answered calmly.

Charlie tried to reply, but not a word escaped his lips. His head shot up, looked in the distance, and jumped.

            "I'll open the door, it's probably Ada. She forgot something. Stay here, I'll take care of it, mom. I am a big boy now." Charlie assured his mother.

Before Y/N could reply, Charlie was on his feet and smiling Y/N greeted her husband descending the stairs.

Gazes collided, crashing waves, and Y/N lost herself in his loving gaze.

The wounds had healed and there was no more hatred, no anger, nor disgust. Y/N longed to be near her husband and one glance was enough for Thomas to know his wife wished to find herself in his embrace. The wounds were tended and healed with ointments, love, and adoration. Thomas had taken off the suit jacket and the button-down was gone and the shirt allowed to witness his tattoos visible through the gauzy material covered by dark brown suspenders. His hair was unkempt, letting her know he had run his fingers through his dark hair several times, but no traces of tiredness adorned his striking features.

"Have you finished your work? Is everything all right?" Y/N enquired.

"Yes, Ada reminded me of something, you don't have to worry," exclaimed Thomas.

Abruptly Thomas stopped, came to a halt. His lips formed into words, but Y/N didn’t understand a single syllable. His eyes became lifeless, pale as the moon, and bloodcurdling fear spread through every fibre of her body. Hectically, Y/N searched for the cause of the terror but she failed and feared for his wellbeing, but no blood oozed and no wounds tore open. Protectively Y/N placed her hands on her stomach, a reflex she could not control. Fear blinded her mind. Pain spread in her heart. A question Thomas could not hear crossed her lips, but his gaze was fixed on the opening door. Y/N had seen anger and hate, anguish and terror in his gaze, but for the first time, Y/N saw the purest form of fear and hate in his eyes.

            "Go, stay, hide," Thomas said harshly, forbidding his wife to take a step.

Tears veiled her eyes and did exactly what he commanded in the tone of a king. Steps echoed. Heels clicked.

            "Grace let go of my son, he has nothing to do with this." his voice was darker than the night, dangerous as the deepest depths of the ocean.

Y/N rose, grew taller. Fear faded faster than the sun on a stormy day. Hatred flooded her body. The taste of copper spread through her mouth, but no sound of pain escaped her lips. Y/N balled her hands into fists and searched for a gun. A burst of witch-like laughter swept through the mansion, but Y/N did not flinch.

Silver glittered cold and lifeless. The woman in the long coat escaped the shadow, evil-eyed and wicked-faced.

There was no faintness in her glance. Like a wave, Y/N rushed, protecting her stomach, thinking for a brief moment about the commands of her husband, but Y/N could not hide. Her heart broke into a gazillion pieces. Tears veiled his gaze. Words overcame Charlie, stammered in fear, and even though they were spoken as softly as the whisper of the wind, Y/N heard all of them.

The polished gun was at his head. Long nail clawed deep into his T-shirt, tearing his skin, but Charlie stayed brave, but when he saw the expression in his father's eyes, he felt fear. Charlie cursed, talked in the tongue of sailors and tried to free himself, but he wasn’t strong enough and stumbled forward. A terrible grin spread across her face, touched by the amber light of the lamps, knowing exactly the woman who had taken her place, stole her life must be in her home, her mansion.

            "Grace, we have nothing more to say to each other. I have told you all." Thomas spoke as emotionless as possible.

The mask of confidence shrouded his features, but his eyes betrayed him. A storm raged them but no thunder sounded, roaring like a lion across the land.

            "I don't think you understand. You are the one who should keep his mouth shut. I have come to take what is mine, what has always been mine." her voice dripped with hatred.

Grace entered the house and Thomas wanted to chase Y/N away, saw out of the corner of his eye how she came nearer but the harsh words did not cross his lips, knew he couldn’t chase her away.

            "And for that, you have to hold a gun to my son's head?" pronounced Y/N, not fearing the mad woman.

            "If it isn't the woman who took my life away. This is my house, my dress, my family and my children." Grace sneered.

Dark, poisonous venom dripped from her lips. She was shaking violently, but Y/N stayed strong. Piercing eyes fell on her stomach nothing could cover, not even a shirt worn by a man.

            “This is all mine.”, “Then take it, take all of it, but give me my son. I don’t need the money nor the house. It is something you can replace, nothing of importance. I will leave and you can take my place, but give me my son back.” Y/N spoke in a voice unlike her.

The world was silent, dark and remote. The ticking of the clock stopped. A gunshot echoed again. Arms wrapped around Y/N, pressing her tightly against a solid body, shielding his wife, and a boy's voice broke the silence. The ground was soft. A scream left her sore throat. Her eyes widened in horror, unable to shield her stomach, to protect the unborn child. Y/N tried to break free from her husband's grip. Her eyes snapped open, looked up and caught sight of her husband's eyes flooded with fear. A prayer escaped her lips. Tears failed to take his vision. His lips formed words, but Y/N heard nothing. An awful ringing echoed. His hands slid over her body, feeling the unevenness on her skin, searching for blood, for deep wounds, but he found nothing.

Tumult broke free. Arthur and John with raised guns stormed down the hall, expecting the worst, but then they saw Ada and then the smoke rising from the gun and then Grace lying lifeless on the floor. A pile of gloom spread under her body. Guns no longer reflected the golden light, saw Charlie in the arms of Ada, forcing him not to look at what had happened, but the image had already burned into his mind like fire. He clawed his fingers into the rough material and shielded his eyes, hoping it was a nightmare. His feet didn't move, he kept his eyes shut, wanted to find himself in his father's embrace, but couldn't walk and hugged his aunt.

Thomas cupped her cheeks, forcing her delicately to look up. Glances met and life returned. Y/N did not fight back, was lost in the deep ocean and discovered hidden treasures. He smiled weakly. Thomas did not know how much time had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. Soothing words escaped Thomas, telling his wife everything was alright and he breathed words of adoration as the tears ceased to stream and the raging river dried. Thomas pressed his wife close to his body. The ring of pure gold on his finger glowed with light, similar to the one Y/N was wearing. Thomas breathed a tender kiss on her lips, kissing the dried salty stream up and down and stopped at her lips, sealing the promise he had whispered. Carefully Y/N placed her palm on her husband's chest, right above his heart, the one thing Grace could never possess, claim as hers, even if she were to take her place.

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[evita-shelby]

Garden of Eden

Part II

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@call-sign-shark @zablife

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

Cw: infidelity, toxic relationships, pregnancy

Paradise comes crashing down when he confronts her with the truth.

“How could you do this to me, to us?” He does not shout, instead he drinks and looks at her as he tossed the photographs of her and Heaven across the desk.

And because she cannot fucking explain why she thought they could have it all, that she could love two people when one refuses to even think love can be shared, Eva says nothing.

How can she tell him that she loves him, that she loves her and that despite what it looks like, Tommy is the only person she could ever wish to be married to?

Eva loves Heaven, but never the way she loves Tommy.

Tommy is the only man she’s ever wanted, the one who makes her feel understood and loved and safe. The father of her children, her partner in life and business and everything in between.

And now she had lost him.

She knows she has and that hurts more than losing Heaven.

Because if she were given a choice, it would always be Tommy.

Just as she knows Heaven would choose Arthur, and Eva would understand.

Her marriage dies tonight as she stands there in white like a bride.

“I’m sorry, Tom, I never wanted to hurt you.”

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months.

Arthur and Heaven have left their lives, only the brothers stay connected. Arthur forgave Heaven, whether because he doesn’t know how long it went or because he’s too under her spell, Eva doesn’t know.

First, he stops letting her in, then spends more time at work to avoid her, and last, he gives into his anger and fucks another woman.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? How does it feel to be paid with the same coin?” he asks, drunk, smelling of his secretary and touching Eva with all the want they still have for each other.

And she says nothing, because she knows she deserves the pain and humiliation from being betrayed just as she betrayed him.

He moves to a different room after, the one connected to hers so that the children don’t realize they do not sleep in the same bed.

Not that it gets past them, he is cold and distant now, even to Charlie and Diane who do not understand what’s going on.

She wants to leave, to stop hurting themselves and heal away from each other, but once you marry a Shelby your only choice is to die a Shelby.

Well, she was a Riley and a Smith before him, her husband is powerful, but so is she.

It doesn’t take much to get a lawyer and the necessary things to disappear out of his life.

And yet, Eva lets herself get caught.

Because deep in her heart, she burns to be with him still. The witch wants to see what remains in the ashes of paradise before she leaves it all behind.

“You won’t leave, just as I won’t leave either. No one else loves you like I do, and you won’t love anyone else like you love me.”

This he says burning the papers she’s gotten her cousins to give her.

This he says telling her that he’s fucked Lizzie and Jessie Eden and even May and that when he came, it was Eva’s name he said all those times.

“We are a match made in hell, sweetheart.

I can’t get you out of my fucking heart, and I don’t want to.”

That night they fuck, rough and angry and a strangely shameful after when he leaves her bed and stumbles into his.

That night Gabriel is conceived and for a moment Eva has hope.

Sure, it is too soon after Diane, but this baby could be what breathes life into what was once paradise.

When she tells him, she stands there in the same office where six months ago it all came crashing down.

Things do not return to the way they were before, but he is back beside her in bed, where they know someone who understands and loves them is beside them. He comes home more often, dismissed Lizzie and sent her out of her sight, and, for a moment, it looks like things will be better.

They campaign together, the perfect man with the perfect family.

Socialists to their core, hard working and just interesting enough to have you vote for him.

“Give me your hand,” she says when she goes in unannounced to his office in Digbeth for a visit.

He is still cool, but he has thawed enough to fan the flames of her hope. He won’t trust her again despite her giving him no reason to think there will be an encore of what happened between her and Heaven.

She deserves that, she knows she does and yet, she longs for what she had and threw away to chase after that spark she felt with Heaven.

She is Eve looking mournfully at all she cost them when God banished them from Eden.

She is Eve cursed to be mad in love with a man who’s only sin was loving her.

Eva is roughly five months pregnant when things finally seem to be healing between them.

They have not talked about it, except that she made a mistake that she will spend the rest of her life paying for because she doesn’t want to lose him.

His hand is warm under hers, the coldness of his rings feeling foreign to her touch even though she’s held and kissed his hand for six years now.

And yet, all that strangeness that has crept in between them melts away when they feel the baby kick underneath their hands.

“Will you ever forgive me?” Eva asks when he gives her a real smile, one that is warmer than any gesture thus far.

“I don’t know.”

[beentobeetle]

Do you think… do you think in Arthur’s last moments, when his head fell to look at the sunrise one last time, he really did think of all the fine times him and the gang had? Think he thought of the first day John showed up, nothing but a ratty little kid that didn’t know when to shut up… about him and Lenny’s drinking trip… about Dutch and Hosea raising him from nothing… about Isaac and Eliza and Mary… maybe even about Charles. Do you think he forgave Dutch in that last moment? Think when his eyes shut, never to open again, he forgot about the man that just left him to die, and remembered the man that tousled his hair and created a family of broken misfits… I am not okay :/

[yoonnamjin25]

Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

[spider-xan]

So while I think there's some degree of reading the worst possible interpretations into Van Helsing's words and actions going on, I can also see why his monologue about his plans may be difficult to parse out, even if it's more straightforward than his speeches about corn and tortoises, so here is my attempt at re-writing that part of today's entry in an easier format, and with additional notes:

Cutting off her head and staking vampire Lucy right now is what I (Van Helsing) would and want to do right now because it must be done. But there are big things much more difficult and dangerous than her coming soon that we must prepare for. Lucy isn't dangerous to her own soul or others yet, as she hasn't killed anyone so far, and staking her now would prevent her from killing anyone and forever damning her soul.

But we may want Arthur on our team to fight this bigger threat. Jack, I showed you so much evidence of Lucy's vampirism - the bite marks, the empty coffin, Lucy being back in her coffin today, Lucy's corpse looking better than ever, rather than decomposing after a week, even vampire Lucy running around last night - and you still didn't believe me until right now! So if you didn't after all that, why would Arthur, who knows none of that, believe me? He didn't even understand why I had to stop him kissing Lucy, you know, when she had her fangs out to bite him, and was even speaking with a different spooky voice? He thought I made a mistake, even if he forgave me? If we desecrate her corpse now, then he's going to think we made another mistake and had her buried alive, and then we came back and fucking murdered her for real! He's going to accuse us of killing her over some crazy idea that vampires are real and that she's a vampire, which he doesn't believe! And then he'll be upset forever that we murdered her! But even worse, he'll be in doubt forever, because what if maybe we were right about the vampire thing? Not being certain of the truth is the worst. He's going to have nightmares of her being buried alive and killed by us AND nightmares that she was a damned vampire for real.

But since that time I had to save Arthur from her, when I still wasn't 100% sure about the vampire thing yet, I have learned so much more (from Lucy's papers, the Harker journals, these graveyard date nights with you), and now I know all the vampire folklore and my ideas are all true! Arthur must go through a difficult experience of facing the horrible truth about Lucy, before he can have peace of mind and soul. The poor guy needs that one moment where he has to see his love at her worst, and THEN we can do the right thing and put her and him at peace.

The short version is that while it will be painful for Arthur, Arthur will not believe that Lucy had been turned into a vampire who must be staked to free her soul if he doesn't see her as a vampire with his own eyes, just like Jack - he'll just eventually find out they either murdered (not a vampire) Lucy after she was buried alive, or maybe she really was undead (damned and unable to enter heaven), but the uncertainty would destroy him. So Arthur must confront this truth directly, and only in doing so will he eventually find true peace AND join their greater mission to destroy Dracula, the ultimate vampire who is the real threat to everyone.

[bjornolf-bjarki]

Sigurd, Captain and Walter! (for that thing you just reblogged)

Thanks for the ask! Ok i was typing it out and my laptop decided to not light back up the correct way so now I have to start all over again :/ here it is Sexuality Headcanon:

Sigurd: Pansexual, dude is literally eternally horny and proud of it. Too bad I gave him blue balls in the beginning of the last fanfic in the series I'm conceptualizing rn.

Hans: He gives me bi guy vibes idk why Walter: Can't even begin to comprehend his sexual preferences. Nobody is safe from his antics (In a consensual way of course) Gender Headcanon:

They're all men.... so it's a sausage fest. A ship I have with said character: Sigurd: Pip and Seras are his two main partners, but they do have a selectively open relationship. Hans: Might make an oc for him but other than that he's alone. Walter: Whoever can keep up with him has a spot in his heart for sure.

A BROTP I have with said character: Sigurd: Alucard has a pretty close bromance for sure but maybe it will turn romantic, still working on the details of it. Hans: Fuck if I know. I think he isn't friends with anybody at millennium. Maybe Seras or Pip will be his friend if he switched sides? IDFK Walter: None. Maybe he had one with Arthur if he forgave him for making Walter a child soldier but idk really. A NOTP I have with said character: All of them ain't shacking up with or budding up with the millennium crew outside of Hans if he switches sides. I just don't see it happening. A random headcanon: Sigurd is an avid manhunter and monster hunter when he's up to it. Usually has to be sanctioned with a bounty on the target's head. It's very rare for him to do this sort of thing on his own. Walter is probably jealous of that once he learns about Sigurd's hunting escapades. Hans Def hates the major with a burning passion. I feel his tiredness throughout the series like he doesn't want to be close to anyone in the zeppelin or millennium. Still don't know why he joined anyways. As for other hc's on him. It's pretty hard to since there's very little info on him. General Opinion over said character: Sigurd: He's my best DIY blorbo yet so I love him Hans: He's hot, he's even hotter without his uniform on. Walter: Old Walter doesn't do it for me but he's pretty awesome. Dark Walter is next level stuff though, although I'd like him better if he didn't betray Hellsing and stayed a vampire.

[houseboatisland]

For the ask game: Arthur?

The locomotive version of "a pleasure to have in class."

just mentioning again, this'll be my last "send a character for headcanons" thing for a while! feel free to send other questions as long as they're more specific. ty all for sending! <3

The NWR Numbering scheme is... a mess, and has nothing to do with engines' order of arrival. When the NWR became independent at BR's privatization, they were basically like, "Okay, guys. This is the last numbering order. For real this time. On God. I don't care who has what questions or suggestions, we're NOT doing this again. Numbers 1-11 everybody knows. Numbers 12 and up... what happens, happens. And from now on until numbers stop existing, THIS IS THE ORDER." Additionally, that renumbering threw every earlier renumbering out the window. Oh, you were No. XYZ in 1950? No, you weren't; as of now, you've ALWAYS been No. ABC, don't dispute this, you'll do my head in. Toby's first NWR number for instance WASN'T No. 7, but later became it, (and nobody knows when anymore,) and that's good enough to say he's always been No. 7. And that's why Arthur, despite being preceded by dozens of engines for decades, is considered No. 12, and on paper at least, has ALWAYS been No. 12.

Arthur was bought directly from BR in 1967. At that time, the NW Region was going on a huge engine buying spree as the final abolition of BR steam neared. Several of the engines weren't in running order at the time of their purchase, but Arthur was.

He appears much the same in my canon, but his wheels are black, he doesn't carry his "LMS" initials, nor does he carry the number 41241. What his actual BR number was specifically is immaterial, but it wasn't that. Also, his dome is brass! This was inspired by James, who had been in the Works for some maintenance or another during Arthur's preparation for service. James was *flattered,* and he's taken a shine to Arthur ever since. If you mess with Arthur and James finds out, your life won't be worth living.

Arthur floated from place to place as a spare engine until getting the Norramby Branch in the Nineties, which he now runs with Ryan's help. They're a couple <3

Arthur's "Spotless Record" thing was sort of like his TV debut. Since the dawn of public railways, (depending of course if said railway was diligent in record-keeping, and we know many weren't!), behavioral profiles have been kept by the various managements on their engines. These were considered important not just for rewarding or punishing engines, but also their potential resale values. Say you had two twin engines, both exactly the same in strength and build and upkeep from funnel to rail, but, Engine A was a saint who behaved well and never shied from work, while Engine B was rude, spiteful or lazy. Engine A, all mechanical qualities aside, would command a slightly better price than Engine B. Arthur, from the minute he rolled out of the workshop, has been, and I'm hardly exaggerating when I say this, an angel. Crews used to fight or bribe to get assigned him for shifts. He was and is so willing, saw no job as beneath him, and followed instructions to the letter. He was everything an engineman would want for a fuss-free day of work. Being in working order at time of purchase, with this in mind, Arthur was worth a pretty penny compared to his siblings. But, that made him an especially worthy find in Sir Topham Hatt's eyes.

The accident that tarnished his record happened when Thomas was temporarily pulled aside to teach him piloting, and happened in Tidmouth Yards, not out on the line. Arthur forgave him coldly, but bygones were TRULY bygones when he found out Sir Topham Hatt wouldn't put the accident on his record, it having been Thomas' fault. Then things could really be hunky-dory between the two tank engines.

[fluffypotatey]

Okay, but the SotRT accidentally revealing the magic to Arthur???

Like, he's aware of Roland "squiring" for Merlin, which is a little weird to him, but she's still fulfilling her duties and reporting for training, so he can't actually complain and he would've knighted Merlin already if he didn't know Merlin would kick his ass so he lets it be until one day Roland straight-up doesn't report for morning drill, which she never does?? And when he catches her in the hall later like, "Where were you? That's not like you? Are you okay?"

Roland: Oh, I'm fine, sire, Merlin and I were at the tavern ;) and ended up staying out much later than we rightly meant to.

Arthur, who thinks at the tavern means at the tavern: You were WHAT?

Roland, thinking Arthur is upset about the Dangerous Mission, not being taken to Ye Olde Nightclub: No, don't worry, it's alright, sire, I stay well out the way, I know Merlin's got awful aim with that Sidhe staff of his, you know he hit a tree with lightning once and made it explode? Ought to have him doing drills with us, sire, you ask me.

Arthur, having three mental breakdowns simultaneously: ......right.

Roland: Mind if I go, sire? I need to get my axe sharpened again. Gnomes got tough damned skin, dull a blade right quick.

Arthur: sure

Roland: *skips off*

Arthur:

Arthur:

Arthur: *walks into an empty chamber and screams into a pillow*

(They all owe Beddy so many apologies)

BEDDY WOULD FEEL LIKE THE SHIT AFTER THIS

Lucan: Yeah, Beds, I don't think that's a good idea

Beddy: Oh??? So we should listen to you, Mister "The King Totally Knew the Whole Time About the Magic"????

Lucan: ....

Feirefiz: The kid's got a point

Lucan: Nobody asked you!

Beddy's plan was actually not the best, but the damage was done.

oh but i'm sure roland would feel really bad about it because that's her mentor and she unknowingly outed him. she would be groveling for weeks. merlin forgave her, but even then she'd feel terrible. and merlin would console her one night being all "yeah, yeah it's ok, arthur and i talked and he's reevaluating shit, so all will be fine in the end."

and when she's still upset, he'll just try and tell her than now that arthur knows they can both use their magic freely around him. but roland isn't a magic user, so she's confused when merlin tells her about all the spells he's saved to teach her. and roland is so touched that she forgets to tell him that she doesn't have magic.