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KATIE McGRATH as MORGANA PENDRAGON đžđđđđđ ⧜ đ.đđ âđđ„đą đđŹđȘđąđ«đ± đŹđŁ đđŻđČđ±đ„â
#ough⊠her fingersâŠâŠ#katie mcgrath#endless morganas#morgana#morgana pendragon#morgana le fay#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#merlin#merlinedit#merlingif#tv#tvedit#tvgif#tvgifs#perioddramaedit#gifsbymisa
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6 fanarts (batch 1) with choices characters + miss du mortain đ tysm to everyone who suggested characters!!
#playchoices#choices#choices guinevere#morgana#choices morgana#ava du mortain#a du mortain#the wayhaven chronicles#twc#sabina acor#sabina#a courtesan of rome#acor#lila sethi#endless summer#maia thompson#getaway girls#sonia alves#the heist monaco#my art#six fanarts
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Considering that Howl from Howlâs Moving Castle is a wizard called Howl Pendragon and Arthur from Merlin is called Arthur Pendragon, Iâm so surprised Iâve never seen people making them brothers and exploring the angst of Howl being a magic user son of Uther
#him and merlin could be besties#or he could team up with morgana#the possibilities are endless#merlin#arthur pendragon#uther pendragon#king arthur#king uther#morgana#howls moving castle#howl's moving castle#howl pendragon#howl jenkins pendragon
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why do i kinda wanna start a âmovies iâve watchedâ gif meme when i have 373837 other ones screaming at me to continue
#katie speaks#i have so many already#endless kara and lena#(possibly also comsidering adding alex to the mix tbh)#fave tgotb outfits#morgana in every episode#lucy westenra in every episode#the list goes on#and they all HAUNT me
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having aa5 bayo origins thoughts( ÂŽ-ïœ) ill ramble in the tags
#normally id do this on my twt priv but my friends on there havent finished aa5/played bayo origins#so i dont want to spoil#also idk i think id juzt like to ramble on here#anyway I STILL DONT KNOW who will be lukaon...#nothing romantic will be Implied in this au i do not want anything to do w that....#i had the idea of simon being lukaon so that aura is motivated to get her brother back#but i *really* want simon to be cheshire#so maybe.. ill connect it somehow#speaking of simon he wont be able to talk normally and has to talk using widget#idk. just thought it would be fun#since cheshire doesnt really have a voice.. in a way(?#idk how to word it but YOU KNOW!!.!!!!#also i just dont want to give him a mouthLOL#and aura.. was looking at morganas wiki page the other day to get a picture and was reading the description of#the character page of her demon masquerade form#''âeach [morgana and lex] have nothing but endless rage built up in their heart.''#and was like waaa.... aura......#that really wanted me to connect simon to lukaon in a way#ill figure it out....#the wisps will probably just still be the wisps in origins#i thought of the idea of them looking like the robots wifh hearts robots but i was like#hm. maybe. idk#again ill figure it out.. i just wish i wasnt so busy w school weh#also i still havent finished my bayo origins anniversary art. help.#I NEED MORE FREE TIME#ok ramblkng over bye . i will probably do this again#athena and the lost demon#i dont have a text post tag
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It cuts you off after a certain point so Iâm just going to silently cry for my lost ladies (Iâll probably rewrite them in again when I have time)
Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.
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#jiang yanli#^I completely agree with prev#Mian Mian#Morgana#gwenivere#Gwen Stacy#Wonder Woman#Ning Ying Ying#liu mingyan#sha hualing#qi qingqi#natasha romanov#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#Freya#gu xiang#tauriel#lady dĂs#helluva millie#maleficent#april oâneil#molly hooper#zhu hong#Wang Zheng#nyota uhura#death of the endless#major houlihan#freddy lounds#bedelia du maurier#alana bloom
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[WIP] Lyralei's Pose addon - Part 2
(See previous post: Click me!)
First things first, MASSIVE thanks to @thesweetsimmer111 for all the help to make this work better and sharing her knowledge on Track masks with me (and the world!)
đ Better Look at (with reactions!)
Maybe itâs just me, but I used to get endlessly frustrated when Sims wouldnât properly turn their heads to face an item. So, I set out on a little mission to make their head movements more natural! Unfortunately, that didnât go as plannedâturns out EAâs code for the âLook Atâ feature is completely deprecated and no longer functional.
Knowing I couldnât just code a fix, I had to explore other approaches. Thatâs when @thesweetsimmer111 came up with a brilliant solution: blending left, right, up, and down poses to create a more convincing look-at effect! đ
(See: Post)
What's different?
Here's the original pose, without Look at turned on....
On the left, we got VA's original look at.
On the right is what Savanita and I came up with! :)
donât want to make it seem like the original Look At feature was awfulâit actually works pretty well in some cases! For example, in this pose, if the plant were on the other side, the difference wouldnât be that noticeable since her head is already tilted slightly. đ
(Same layout again: Left = VA's, Right = Me and Savanita's approach)
Plus, maybe you do want something more subtle, then VA's Look at is great!
Anyways! Of course, I couldn't stop there! Now, your sim has a few options of turning towards the object:
(Note, this list will get 10x cooler in the next feature ;D)
This list is what the "trackmasks" are. :)
Okay, let's give "Eyes Only" a try. So, we expect Morgana to ONLY look at the plant, with her eyes.
(Left is before using look at, Right is with look at, and one up for fun-cies)
And, to please @nocturnalazure's wishes, yep! It now accepts Facial Expressions! :D
(I never would've thought I would see Evil Morgana lmao)
đBlending Poses/Reactions
After Savanita's amazing idea of using Track Masks, I found out that I can apply that same technique on, well, poses! And this is a feature I'm SUPER proud of (And honestly, it's taken me an entire week to get working đ)
First things first, when we choose the interaction, we will first be greeted by our "trackmask" list with all the selections on it
So, I made a few examples to show of what you could do, but in all fairness, it's endless!
Here I chose the option "Both Arms".
Here I chose "Head And Neck". Look! She even has the expression! (Don't worry though, i also have an expression-less version in the making ;))
What about... Animations?!
While blending poses has the ability to also type in your pose names by name, rather than list, you can also use EA's!
The list is pretty long ( believe 200 entries?) but here is a sneak peek:
Though, as far as I've been able to tell, EA reactions aren't as flexible, where I can tell it to only use the arms, or the eyes. Instead, we got these options:
So, unless I found a way to get around it, this is the only way to do it.
But without further ado....
Here I used the same pose(left) as the last 2 pictures, but with "OverlayHead". And chose "Boo"
(I just realised it looks like she is about to get hit by a ball lol)
đ°ïž History List
The Add-on now remembers your pose history!
Whether youâre a dedicated âPose by Nameâ user or prefer the simplicity of âShow by Listâ, both options now display your pose history for quick reference.
Note: Each Sim has their own individual history list. This means youâll only see the pose history for Sim X when clicking on them, and not for Sim Y.
đWhat's up next?
Adding all the trackmask. (I still need add the hands and legs ones)
Adding an in-game Category maker, so you don't have to edit the XML. It will mean you need to replace the XML file in S3PE yourself. But I can always make a quick How-To for guidance đ
(Note to self) Optimize the Categorisation code. It's currently taking 1 minute up from the loading screen đŹ)
Fixing some minor bugs where Look at will still turn the sim's head back to it's original position.
Fixing some issues where Blending poses with certain track masks aren't working well or at all.
Fixing an issue where the dialogs can crash the whole game (woops!)
Sooo, I think a release date is pretty soon! I think within a week :)
Any VA Addon Bug Fixes?
Of course! It's the mod that inspired me to make stories, and even get to make this mod! I couldn't just... leave it to collect dust while it's other child mod is getting all the attention. :p
Changelog:
There is now an interaction that uses both look at & reaction simultaneously. (In case you don't want to use my look at interaction).
Fixed an issue where reactions would sometimes or never show on the sim.
Fixed an issue where using "Random Quick Poses" would occasionally show a breathing sim, doing nothing.
Fixed an issue where certain poses get called twice, making it harder to keep reactions or even look at history data.
Some minor code changes that aren't worth mentioning honestly.
#the sims 3#ts3#sims 3#the sims#sims#ts3 simblr#lyralei's pose addon#sims 3 wip#ts3 wip#the sims 3 wip#wip
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Threads - Part 13
Explicit (slow burn, 18+ only) - Rings of Power - Gil-galad x OFC (Elf)
Includes S2E8 of Rings of Power - spoilers ahoy!
Gil-galad had only taken a handful of steps when his gaze passed over yet another collapsed building. From the looks of things, it had once been an open, airy shop that had faced directly into the plaza. The roof had caved in, creating dusty shadows, and even his keen eyes might have missed the slumped figure had he not heard the tiny whimper from the darkness.
Eregion has been destroyed; Sauron is gone. And yet, the sun still shines, as the ruined city holds the last thing that High King Gil-galad had ever expected to find.
Themes: #Idiots in love, #love at first sight, #soulmates, #smut with feelings, #fix-it, #everybody lives
Content Warnings: Explicit content (parts 9, 11, and 13), canon-typical violence; loss of parents; grief/mourning.
Tag List: @morganas-pendragons, @stellar-solar-flare, @the141bandicoot; @inyx-writes44, @melmel-fandom, @hufflepufferine, @shadows-and-flowers, @xcrybaby555x, @bespectacledhuman
Face claim: Keri Russell as Linnea
Part 1 (includes A/N and credits), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (contains smut), Part 10, Part 11 (contains very brief, light smut), Part 12
Warning! This chapter contains wedding night smut! Please do not proceed if you are not of age to read such things, or if such are not your cup of tea!
Part 13
For all the time Linnea had spent preparing for it, the coronation itself was a blur. Elven memories did not dim; when she thought of it later, she remembered it perfectly. But at the time, it moved in flashes, one clear moment after another.
Gil-galad taking her hand and leading her from the feast, the wedding guests falling in behind them.
Walking the path down to the great Tree, through the gathered crowds. So many had come that the path was narrow, but those closest stepped back to leave more space, bowing deeply as they did so. The sound of a harp beginning to play.
Gil-galad standing next to the Tree. Her crown, resting on a pillow that Elrond carried, a delicate semicircle of golden mulberry leaves. Linnea had chosen the design both for beauty and symbolism; the mulberry leaf was the preferred food of silkworms. The same smith that had wrought the betrothal ring she had given to Gil-galad had been selected to craft the crown, and she had done her work well.
Herself. Kneeling on the steps to the dais, Gil-galad stepping forward and standing in front of her. Him lifting the crown from the pillow.Â
âVarda, queen of the Valar, we call upon you. Grant your blessing to Linnea, daughter of Taucion and LhĂ©nes, wife to Ereinion - â
His voice catching. Lingering.
âGrant your blessing as we crown her High Queen of the Noldor, that she may rule wisely and well for as long as the Father of All wills it.â
The wreath of golden leaves settling on her brow.
Afterward, well-wishers. An endless stream of them, bowing and murmuring their names, seeking to take the hand of their new queen. The formality of the occasion quickly dissolving, save for the line to greet her. Everyone milling about, enjoying the food from the laden tables, no plate or glass empty for more than a moment. The harp joined by a flute, the music turning livelier. A circle forming to dance.Â
Gil-galad by her side throughout all of it.Â
And then, finally, the sun beginning to set. The crowds slowly dispersing.Â
Her husband, offering her his arm.
No staircase tonight. Instead they went directly to his rooms - and Linnea supposed that now it was really theirs. Still his space, and hers below, but a combined third state that was somehow shared.Â
Especially the bed.
The door shut behind them.Â
They hadn't spoken about this moment. There had not been time, and she could see that Ereinion was nervous, searching for something to do, an action to take that would help him set his compass. It was part of his nature to be so.
âWill youâŠâ He cleared his throat. âI will await you here, if you wish to return to your rooms and summon your attendants.â
That had been their habit during the previous nights. Linnea had gone to her rooms to change, and then returned for tea and shared pleasures and finally sleep. She could do the same tonight.Â
But she found herself not wanting to leave him. It felt somehow wrong to separate tonight, even for those few minutes. There would be other nights for the beautiful nightgown and nightrobe that Eressie had made; there was no reason for her to change her garments only for him to remove them again.
And as she looked at him, so beautiful in his white and gold, she wanted to be the one to undress him.
âPerhapsâŠtonight we might tend to one another?â she offered softly.Â
Her words seemed to bridge the distance, the change that was about to happen. Ereinion smiled and stepped up to her, his hand cupping her face, and she rose up on her tiptoes even as he bent down. A longer, much longer kiss than theyâd shared outside; more sensual, deeper, slower.Â
And when the kiss ended, and she opened her eyes, he was looking so intently at her. And perhaps that was part of why this act, what they were going to do, was so intimate. Focusing on someone else to this extent, making them the entire world; perhaps it could be done without love like this behind it and still be enjoyed, but that seemed like a different thing entirely. His hand was still on her face, and his voice, when he spoke, was the softest whisper imaginable.Â
âWill you lie with me, melethel?â
On one hand it was a strange question. They had stood in front of the assembled guests; they had spoken the blessings; they had exchanged rings and gifts. All that was proper had been done. This was the final step for all that had come before. And they had already shared so much passion and joy with one another, learning each other's bodies before this night.
But on the other, it was that final step, the act that made their marriage. And so it made sense that he would ask, just as he had asked her to wed at the beginning of the ceremony.
âAlassenya nĂĄs, meleth nĂn.âÂ
It is my joy, beloved.
Ereinion smiled. Slowly, he raised his hands to the crown that he himself had set upon her head, and lifted it free. The mulberry leaves glittered in the lantern light as he set it aside - and the laurel leaves of his own crown did the same, as he bowed his head to her.Â
With trembling hands, Linnea took his crown off, and set it on the table next to hers. The sight hit hard, made it real in a way that even the weight of the crown on her head had not done: High King, and High Queen.Â
When he straightened up, she decided that the rest of the metal he wore needed to go too. Her fingers reached for his belt and swiftly unfastened it, found the chain of his pectoral and unhooked it. He submitted to her attentions quietly, making no move to help except for positioning himself to make it easier. And when she had dispensed with those things, it was only natural that she should push the overrobe off his shoulders, and then that she should gather up the robe itself and lift it over his head.
He liked silk pants beneath his robes, and had made no exception that day. They were pure white, pale as the moon, and the only other thing he still wore was a pair of soft white leather shoes. And in the next moment, he kicked those off.Â
Linnea reached for the pants, but he stopped her hands, catching them with his own.
âTurn for me,â he murmured.
She did. She felt him gather up her hair, moving the mass of curls off her back and over her shoulder. Once it was out of the way, she felt gentle tugs at her back, one after the other; he had untied her corset and was carefully unlacing it, inch by inch. It loosened around her, dropping down as it did, until the last of the lacing was undone and the dress slithered off her, over her hips and down her arms, to pool at her feet.
She was left in her undergarments: thin white silk, a shift and drawers. Barely anything at all. And then even less, as Ereinion slid his hands over her hips, catching the shift and drawing it up over her head.Â
Her heart raced, as her hair fell down around her. She turned back around.
He was staring. His eyes were dark and wide, shimmering as he looked at her. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but he still looked stunned, and she felt his hand tremble when he laid it on her face to draw her mouth to his again. The kiss was slow for a moment and then became more demanding, as her skin touched his and his arms went around her and the heat in her core burst to life.
They had all night. There was no need to rush. But when she slid her hands down his chest, reaching again for the tie on his pants, he did not stop her that time.
This was new. Not the sight of him, as the pants dropped and he stepped out of them, but all of him. They had always left some clothes at least nominally on during the past nights, not that that had prevented anything at all. But it had been a vague notion that there would be something still to discover on their true wedding night. And as it turned out, that idea had had merit, for him proudly naked with nothing obstructing her gaze was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She let her eyes feast. And he stood there, letting her drink him in, and then it was his turn to finish what he'd started.Â
He had held still for her; she did the same for him once she was bare, as his eyes moved over her nude form. His gaze was so fierce that it almost felt like a touch, like his hands were running over her breasts, down her stomach, sliding over her hips and between her legs. Her core burned for him and he had barely laid a finger on her.Â
âEreinion,â she finally whispered, and he smiled.Â
âWhat would you have of me, my lady?â
The glitter in his eyes said he knew her answer, but that he desired to hear it. And she would deny him nothing.
âYou,â she breathed. âAll of you.â
Linnea took his hands, pulling him to the bed. He followed, and once they had reached it and she had sat and then laid down, he joined her, stretching his long frame out next to her. He always made her feel so delicate and small - but not fragile, because his strength was hers, shared between them.Â
Ereinion propped himself up on an elbow, brushing her hair back from her face. She burned for him - and his body said he was more than ready for her - but the gentle touch showed that even so, he would be patient.Â
He lowered his lips to hers, taking his time about the kiss. Slow and sensual; it deepened gradually, lovingly. He tasted of honey and fruit, the sweets from the coronation reception, and of the wine that had flowed freely. She cupped his face, stroking her fingers delicately over the lines of his cheeks and his ears, feeling the silken strands of his hair brush her hands.Â
When he lifted his head, she smiled at him.Â
âWhat would you have of me, my love?â
Ereinion chuckled quietly, shaking his head, eyes closing briefly. âA gift that I never thought to receive at all,â he murmured. âBut not before I ensure your pleasure, melethel.â
She was ready for him. She needed no more than him; she ached for him, her body knowing what it wanted. And she opened her mouth to say so, but before she could speak, he had shifted his weight to cover her, and his lips had started making their way down her bare body.
Clearly, he was enjoying the lack of obstacles. No clothing in his way, no nightgown to push aside in some faint semblance of modesty. He had kissed her skin before; his lips had run over her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. Her stomach, her thighs. But he was making sure that no inch of skin was neglected, feathering his mouth over every bit of her. He lingered at her breasts, his tongue swiping over each nipple in turn until both were stiff and aching, and then drawing them one by one into his mouth to suck. He had learned well, over the past nights; he had learned that this pleased her greatly, that she would writhe and moan for him when he did this. Â
Linnea reached, trying to touch him, trying to wiggle her hand between them. Her fingers just managed to brush his sex and he shuddered, shifting his hips away out of her reach, and then laughing again softly at the whine that escaped her lips.Â
âPatience, beloved,â he murmured. âPatience.â
Truly, his would outlast the stars; she did not have nearly that much. At the slide of his hand down her stomach, she spread her legs eagerly, and the motion made him moan against her breast. Yet for all his admonishments of patience, he did not delay in giving her what she wanted - his fingers gently caressed the soft folds of her and he groaned at how easily they moved, how slick she was already. She rocked her hips into his hand, pushing for a firmer touch, and that elicited another groan. His finger slipped up, circling where she needed him the most, stroking the sensitive bud of nerves in just the way she loved. But he was keeping it slow; it was another thing he had learned so well, that building her pleasure up gradually resulted in the most blinding, earth-shattering peaks.
âEreinionâŠâ
She curved her hands over his head, his neck, sinking her fingers into his hair. He abandoned her breasts and slid downward, his hand never ceasing its movements to keep stoking the fire in her. Down, down, down; lips caressing the smoothness of her belly, and then low enough that she could no longer reach him and had to settle for gripping the blankets. Kisses on the inside of her knee and then back up, along her inner thigh, and all the while that hand. Those fingers working their magic on her, first one and then two inside, a gentle stretch and thrusting that was a prelude to what she knew would be happening soon.
His mouth took over the work that his fingers had left. Tongue caressing that throbbing little bud; licking, suckling, teasing. Still gentle, still slow, building and building and building, using everything he'd learned over the past nights. Her eyes were torn between wanting to drink in the sight of his head between her legs and not having the strength to stay open; her head lolled back on the pillows, lips parted, breath coming in shallow gasps and whimpers.
The motion of his mouth stopped, although his fingers continued their glide in and out of her - less smooth now that she was clenching tightly around them, desperate for release. She felt him shift back, felt his breath on her flesh as he spoke.Â
âLet go, beloved. Let go for me.â
When he leaned back in and resumed that soft, deliberate licking, she came apart. It was a miracle that she did not shred the blankets that her fingers gripped so tightly; her vision went white, and her entire body shook with the force of it. And Ereinionâs tongue did not stop; he kept going, groaning his own pleasure at the feel of hers, prolonging the release until she was limp on the bed, drowning in feeling, unable to move so much as a muscle.
Only then did he ease his fingers from her; only then did he move back up on the bed, shifting so that her spent form lay cradled in his arms. She let him move her, eyes still closed, feeling her heart gradually slowing to normal.
When Linnea finally opened her eyes, he was gazing at her, a faint smile on his face.Â
âAre you well?â
She laughed. His question held no trace of nervousness, as it had the first time they had been together. It was knowing now, and even just faintly smug - but she did not begrudge him that in the slightest.Â
She reached up, caressing his cheek. âI love you.â
Ereinion turned, pressing his lips to her palm, once and then again. She trailed her hand down lazily, over his neck and shoulder, down his chest - and it was her turn to smile as he shuddered slightly at the touch. He was happy to let her recover, to rest a moment after such pleasure, but that did not mean that his desire had been exhausted.
No, not at all. And the proof of that was found as her hand moved lower, down the firm muscles of his stomach and lower yet.Â
He shuddered again, more forcefully, as she wrapped her hand around him. She too had learned; she had learned how he liked best to be touched, and she trailed her fingertips delicately over the side of his sex. The hot, velvety skin quivered, his hips pushing his hard length into her hand, and as she rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head, she felt the silken moisture that told her how on edge he was. Â
She intended to draw it out, as he had with her. He was not the only one who had learned how to use his mouth, his tongue, to great effect. But as she made to move back and lower her head to his lap, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.Â
âNot now,â he breathed, and she could hear the tremble in his voice. âNow - melethel, I want you nowâŠâ
Oh, yes. Yes.Â
For a moment, she wondered how. But he clearly had something in mind; he sat up and pulled her to settle on his lap, astride his hips just as she had been the first time he had touched her. His sex brushed against her still-sensitive core and she shuddered, her hips seeking, pressing down as she draped her arms around his shoulders.
His hand slipped between them, grasping his own sex and dragging it through her folds to notch himself at her entrance. She was used to the feeling of entry by now from his fingers, but this was much different - more stretch, firmer pressure, and the craving for more of both, for that hardness to fill her.Â
âAt your pace,â he whispered, voice trembling even more. âAs slow as you need to.â
She was slick, and the pleasure from his mouth and fingers had helped relax her. But it still made her muscles burn as she sank down, as her body stretched to accommodate taking him in, and she couldn't help but gasp as he slid inside her. Ereinion nuzzled the side of her face, and she turned her head to meet his kiss, all the while lowering herself. And even amid what must have been an onslaught of sensation for him, he stroked her back, soothing her, letting her take all the time she needed.Â
When their hips finally met, she drew in a deep, ragged breath, just feeling. Stretch, yes, but also pleasure - and yet, that craving was still there for something more, wanting to move, wanting him to move.Â
Linnea lifted her head, meeting his eyes, and gave him a small nod.
He understood.Â
There was a shift beneath her, a roll of his hips that pulled him out slightly and then pushed back in. And then another, just as slow and gentle. The movement banished the last of the lingering pain, sweeping it away in a blaze of pleasure; she cried out and he immediately stilled, hands clenching on her, but she quickly took over the rhythm to reassure him, rocking her hips back and forth, and it was his turn to moan, his turn to call out her name.
âLinneaâŠâ
The coil inside her was tightening again, her heart pounding, her body gasping for air, even as the rhythm between their bodies stayed slow. And he was there too; his mouth was open, eyes dark and deep.
His hand stole up, bringing her head down to claim her mouth. The kiss deepened hungrily, and as it did, she felt herself being tilted, laid down with their bodies still one, Ereinion on top of her, and oh, oh, his weight and his warmth and the change in angle of him inside her, the change in position that meant he was in control of the pace; there was more force behind his thrusts, although he was still attempting to go slow. If she'd thought the pleasure would drown her before, now it had the inexorability of the tides pulling her under; the only thing in the entirety of creation was Ereinion's body on her, in her, first and last and only -
And as everything in her tightened, tightened, she was aware of something else new. Even amongst all of the new sensations sweeping through her, it was like a muscle she had never been aware of before - something that could flex if she willed it so. The building pleasure stopped, like a wave stopped by a dam, just waiting for something -
Before she could consider it more, the pleasure broke. For them both.
Even as she was swept away by her own climax, she heard him cry out. He convulsed in her arms, a garbled half-shout, half-moan bursting from him. She felt warmth spread inside her, his release filling her as he spent himself. The dark curtains of his hair cloaked her head as he bent for a kiss, and then she laughed in delight as he peppered her face with more kisses.Â
When finally he rolled off, he reached for her, and she went to lie on his chest. His arms encircled her and she had never felt so safe, so cherished. She was a wife now, his wife and his queen, wedded and crowned and bedded. His forever, as he was hers.
Of course, she had already known that. But this day had made it all real.Â
Linnea felt his hand lazily stroking over her hair, and a press of his lips against her head. It had been long enough that she felt like she could actually move, and she rose up, propping herself on her elbow, smiling at the sight of him with rumpled hair and cheeks stained pink.
âAre you well?â
Ereinion laughed at that, sliding his hand up her back to tug her down for a kiss. âI am,â he murmured against her lips. âI am well indeed, now that I am your husband. As I have always been meant to be.â
There were no words for that. Nothing but another kiss, and curling herself back up on his chest, letting her eyes close in contentment.
That feeling she had experienced teased at her. It was difficult to summon outside of the moment, but she tried her best, smiling inadvertently as she recalled the pleasure that had filled her. Her hips shifted; she was spent, truly she was, and yet, remembering how he had felt buried deep within herâŠ
âMelethel?â Ereinion stirred beneath her. âWhat troubles you?â
Quickly, she shook her head. âNothing troubles me. It was just - there was something different, when we wereâŠsomething I had not ever felt before, and I wasâŠâ
She trailed off, realizing. Of course. She had had no room for thought at the time, but now it seemed so obvious.
âOh,â she breathed. âOh.â
He didnât press - he waited for her to speak. Slowly, she lifted herself up again, and she could feel her eyes welling up.
âWhen we are ready to conceive,â she whispered. âI felt - it was something inside that I could open. If I willed it. When the time is right for us. I had known something of it and yetâŠit is as you said. It is not possible to describe in words.â
He didnât look surprised. His hand came up to tuck a curl behind her ear, and his fingers lingered on her cheek. âIt was so for me as well, my love. And like you, I was unsure of it at the time - though perhaps that is understandable.â The corner of his mouth twisted wryly. âBut I felt the same. A part of myself that I could give to you beyond my body. And while it is ill to rush such things, we should consider that this respite - while both the enemy and we prepare ourselves - may be our best chance to know that joy.â
Linnea nodded soberly. Their people preferred to have children during times of peace, to ensure that both mother and father would have ample strength to devote to bearing and raising. Her heart again ached for Eressie, and for all those like her, left alone by the war. But she and Ereinion had spoken of it previously, how there was no way to know how long this war would endure. The enemy was cunning, and patient. He would not strike until he had confidence in victory.
âSoon, then,â she murmured, and he nodded back at her, smiling softly.
âSoon,â he agreed. âBut not quite yet. We have time to enjoy these early days of our marriage. I must learn to be a husband first, before I learn to be a father.â
Linnea chuckled, and offered him a sly, teasing smile. âYou seem to be well-schooled in all matters that a husband must be,â she said. âBut perhaps we should conduct another test? I must also continue learning to be a wife, after allâŠâ
There was a lilt in her voice - a hint of desire, that had blossomed in her when she had remembered their lovemaking. There was much more of the night yet before them, after all, and it was their wedding night. How else to spend those hours but in the practices of marriage?
He heard the desire, and it made him laugh, but she heard that same faint hint from him. And she smiled in welcome, as he rolled her over onto her back, rising over her and nestling his hips between her thighs.
Perhaps she was not entirely spent.Â
Continue to Part 14 (contains very brief, light M smut)
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Nostophilia
Noun: An extreme fondness for returning home. For returning to where the heart belongs.
Ch.10
Ch.9, Ch.8, Ch.7, Ch.6, Ch.5.5, Ch.5, Ch.4, Ch.3, Ch.2, Ch.1 <-
Pairing: Mutant!Reader x Logan Howlett
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: did y'all really think i was gonna leave it like that? im mean, but im not that mean <3
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âHey firefly,â Logan murmured as he set his jacket down on the back of the only chair in the room. The only piece of furniture in the room. It was unspeakably cruel, he thought, how much of your life youâd spent in clinical rooms such as this one, only to spend the rest of eternity in the exact same setting. The sphere of shadow pulsed dully with light like usual, an endless back and forth between your mutation and your brothers. Light encased in dark.Â
It had been two years since youâd done this. Since youâd saved the lives of everyone you held dear by doing the one thing youâd always been warned against. Youâd known the consequences. Of course you had. Charles hadnât been subtle in reminding you that using your own shadow would result in this. But youâd done it to spare everyone.Â
Crossing the empty, white room, Logan set his hand against the solid, thrumming surface, feeling the small pulses of energy within the prison of your own making. He hoped, somehow, you could still hear him. Still sense his presence, even though he knew it was unlikely. Jean had said he was just hurting himself by continuing to see you. But he dared to hope. For the first time in his godforsaken life, he allowed himself hope.Â
âHi sweetheart,â he murmured again, resting his brow beside his hand. He swore he could still feel you in there. Still smell that one shower gel you used to use. Smell the cherry-flavoured chapstick across your lips. âSorry sâbeen a while. Charles has us run ragged with the government. Yeah, theyâre still up in arms about the whole thing. Stuck-up pricks.â He growled, smoothing his thumb over the glassy surface of the sphere. âTryna play it off like they had no goddamn clue any of this was happeninâ.â He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, his own hopes manifesting in his brain, but he indulged in the way he thought he felt you react, a ripple of irritation within the endless well of darkness. âYeah, I know. Weâre workinâ on it, kay? Promise.âÂ
He didnât mind Charles working everyone overtime to figure everything out. He owed the Professor big time for working this deal. In exchange for everything the team knew collectively, he was allowed to come in and see you, or what was left of you, every now and then. No cameras, no observations, just you and him. Of course, it hadnât been like that the first few times. Whatever you had done was completely new in terms of containment, and he used to grit his teeth at the way they poked and prodded what youâd become, searching for any kind of reaction. It was too reminiscent of what youâd already gone through, and he fucking wished you could have been held beneath the school. At least then he didnât have to wait for fucking government permission to see you.Â
It was torture, waiting for every request to be approved or denied, pacing in his room after Charles sent the first email, heading out on Scottâs bike just to blow off some goddamn steam and hoping the faint adrenaline rush would be enough to knock him out by the time he returned.Â
It never was.Â
With an exhausted sigh, Logan dragged the chair closer to you, the steel complaining beneath his weight as he took a seat. âWish I had more to catch ya up on but uh, not muchâs happened since the last time I was here. Kittyâs begginâ me to bring her along, by the way. Soâs Morgana.â Once again he let his hopes manifest, eyes tricking him into seeing the light within flicker slightly in what he interpreted as excitement. âYeah? Well alright then, Iâll let 'em know.â He smiled slightly, before his expression faltered, a wave of heartbreaking longing spearing his heart.Â
âThey miss you, ya know. Kitty and Morgana. Fuck, we all miss you, but they both took it hard. Morgoâs kinda filled in your role, and Jadeâs role before you, beinâ like a big sister to her. Oh, and youâll be pleased to hear Marie and Bobby are finally datinâ.â His mind saw the shadows ripple once again, the steady pulsing of light becoming irregular for a moment. âYouâre tellinâ me. She kept cryinâ on my shoulder because he wouldnât notice her or some shit like that. Guess he finally did.â He shrugged, resting his hand back on the surface of your prison, feeling the warmth of your phantom laughter. It sparked his own series of slight chuckles, his thumb smoothing over the surface of the darkness. Â
âErin dropped by the other day with Atlas. Theyâre uh, engaged now, if you can believe that.â He still couldnât stand to be around her. After everything she did, the role she played in your death, whenever she would stop by, which was extremely few and far between, heâd always find somewhere else to be. In the weeks following your death, sheâd stayed beneath the school in recovery. There was only so much Atlas could do against a slash to the throat, but Morgarna refused to speak to her for a full month afterwards. Even now the redhead was curt with her, only exchanging the briefest of pleasantries whenever they âwere in the areaâ. Logan could see right through her ruse though. She was trying to drown her guilt in the empty forgiveness from her friend. Atlas may have been able to understand why she did what she did, but it had almost resulted in your death.Â
That was something he could never forgive.Â
âI wonât be goinâ. To the wedding. Sorry if you wanted to hear how it goes but I think Morgo might make an appearance then dip pretty quick so Iâll get the details from her if ya want.â Something deep within the prison rippled slightly, and he couldnât make up his mind whether or not it was anger or excitement. Though he guessed, with the last interaction between the two of you, it was most likely the former. Not that it was real. He had to remind himself of that. None of it was real.Â
A heavy sense of loss weighed in his heart. Thinking about Erin and Atlasâ wedding made him feel physically sick, but not because of his deep hatred for the girl. But because he couldnât stop thinking that it should have been you and him. One day, far off into the future, it should have been the two of you getting married. Starting a life together. Maybe one day, even a family. Youâd never expressed explicit interest in having kids, but it was something heâd entertained before in the afterglows of your nights together. Something he was always too fucking afraid to bring up.
Now heâd never get the chance.Â
âSorry sweetheart,â he gave the surface of the sphere a soft pat as if you could sense his sudden shift in demeanour. âJust⊠gettinâ to that time again I guess,â he explained quietly. He never really knew what to do on the days of your anniversary. Should he celebrate? Should he mourn? Should he try and spend it with you in this fucking alabaster room or should he drown his sorrows in liquor and try to forget? The last two years heâd spent it doing the latter, whether heâd intended to or not. It burned to think of the life he could have lived with you, the things you could have done together. But it burned more to ignore it completely.Â
Pain was a funny thing. No matter what he did, there really was nothing he could do to escape its claws. A rogue tear lined one of his eyes, and despite promising you he wouldnât cry during these visits, there were times that even he couldnât stop himself. âFuck I miss you, Firefly. So fucking muchâŠâ There was so much he still had to say. So much he still had to do. And there had been for the last two years. He was stuck in this purgatory state, not really living but being unable to die. Just⊠existing. Surviving. And he knew youâd kick his ass for it. He vowed to live a life youâd be proud of, but that proved a lot harder than he thought it was going to be when the woman he wanted as his life partner couldnât be by his side.Â
The surface of the orb shimmered, the glow within stuttering slightly to his grieving mindâs eye. You were telling him off. That much he knew. âYeah, âgotta get my shit together at some pointâ, right?â He chuckled to himself as he remembered the ways you would attempt to imitate his voice, the way your chin would tuck against your neck to reach the lower parts of your voice and yet still get nowhere near close to his registry. The way he would tell you to stop when, in reality, he wouldnât give a ratâs ass if you did it forever, as long as you were by his side.Â
But you werenât. He couldnât protect you. And he knew youâd beat his ass to the ground for the guilt he felt, but he couldnât help it. He was supposed to protect you. Supposed to keep you safe. And youâd died doing the very same thing for him. The irony wasnât lost on him, and if it didnât feel like razor blades to the chest, heâd appreciate the way fate worked.Â
If only.Â
His phone bleeped from his jacket pocket and he grit his teeth together, closing his eyes against the spike of irritation that flared through his system. He knew who it was and what they wanted, but that didnât mean he was going to answer straight away. That was until there were three more consecutive notifications, and with a rough sigh, he thrust his hand into the pocket and snatched out his phone.Â
âAlright darlinâ. Duty calls, somethinâ about a string of real strange murders in the area Chuck wants us to investigate. Thinks itâs some mutant goinâ on a spree,â he paused, feeling the energy within your prison shift uncomfortably. âWhenâve you ever known me to be reckless?â The ghost of your mutation spiked beneath his palm and he blew out a laugh. âOkay, yep, Iâll be safe.â
Logan had a moment of self-awareness and the sinking realisation that he must be going insane. Who else would talk to the embodiment of their dead exâs mutation as if it could hold a conversation? As if it were replying to him. He was going mad.Â
With a heavy sigh, he stood from the chair, dragging it back to the corner of the room before swinging his jacket across his shoulders, settling the leather around his arms. After having such an intense moment of realisation, he forwent the usual kiss goodbye. âIâll be back as soon as I can. Promise,â he mumbled, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but here. Anywhere else he could be drinking himself into an early grave. Or he supposed, earlier grave. Maybe then he could see you again.Â
Logan turned to leave, pausing as if to look back to you but decided against it. That was until he caught the reflection of the sphere in the glass of the door. Whilst yes, he was happy to admit he was crazy, he also knew when he was gaslighting himself, and when he was feeding his own delusions, which stopped the moment he stood from the chair.Â
Then if that was trueâŠ
Why the fuck was the glow within the prison convulsing like that?
He turned back to the sphere, his head tilting to the side as he took a slow step forward. This wasnât his imagination. Or if it was, he was a lot more tired than he thought he was. But no, it wasnât his grief playing tricks on him. The light was fading and growing rapidly, like panicked breaths. And it wasnât his imagination that felt the sharp, almost burst of kinetic energy when he placed his hand against the surface. There was always a hum of power that accompanied the sphere, but not like this.
Loganâs eyes widened slightly, fear icing his blood. What the hell was going on? If this was where heâd watch you fade away after two years of being like this, he didnât think he could handle it. A bullet to the head wasnât enough to kill him, something heâd already tried, but living after seeing what he dreaded to see simply wasnât an option.Â
A low, almost imperceptible hum accompanied the frantic pulsing, rising and falling with each anxious glow until even somebody without enhanced hearing would have been able to pick up on it. Taking a step back, Logan couldnât help but feel yet another overwhelming sense of guilt. He didnât think heâd done anything wrong. Did he touch the surface too much? Disturb whatever fragile balance youâd found with your brother? He swore lowly, looking around for anything or anyone that might know what the fuck was going on.
Crossing to the small control panel on the wall by the door, Logan jammed his thumb against the speaker, pressing the alarm multiple times before anybody came to the receiver.Â
âWhat?â
âRâyou not seeinâ this? The fuck is goinâ on?â He snarled, panic rising in his voice as the usually solid surface of the prison started to writhe and hiss like a ball of angry snakes.Â
âHold please.â
âDonât you fuckinâââ Logan couldnât believe heâd just been told to hold whilst your mutation had started going fucking crazy. âMotherfucker!â He shouted loud enough to grab the attention of any officials who may be in the control room. Though he couldnât tear his attention away from the now rapidly deteriorating shadows in the centre of the room. âNo⊠no no nonoNO!â he roared desperately, his voice catching on the ghost of a sob. âI canât⊠I canât do this again, Fireflyâ please⊠please donât make me do this againâŠâ Logan fell to his knees, his head bowing hauntingly similar to the way it did the first time he lost you. âDonât do thisâŠâ
âYou didnât kiss me goodbye.âÂ
Logan felt as if heâd just been struck by lightning, every hair on his body standing on end as goosebumps prickled his skin. He thought he would have to die before he heard that voice again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his head.Â
And his mind went blissfully blank, his heart freezing in his chest. He had to be dead. There was no other way this could be happening otherwise. No other way heâd be looking at you standing across from him, as beautiful as the day he lost you.Â
âHey, handsome.â Your smile was so fucking soft, he didnât even attempt to cease the tears lining his eyes, flowing down the sides of his face. He staggered to his feet, unable to take his eyes off you. You were exactly the same other than one noticeable change.Â
One of your eyes had shifted golden, your iris now the exact same hue as the ones your brother had.Â
He whispered your name so delicately, as if any louder and youâd shatter in front of him, and heâd wake up from this dream. But you just smiled wider, nodding gently. Heâd intended to approach you slowly, to work his way over to you, wade through the quagmire of confusion, elation, and heartbreak before he got to you. Until your knees buckled beneath you and you collapsed. He surged forward, his chest expanding as his hands graced your sides, pulling you into him as he cushioned your fall.
You were real. This was real.
You were corporeal, here, in his arms, with him.Â
His mouth fell open with silent sobs, crushing you into him with careful force, in case you would shatter. Your scent wrapped around his heart like a blanket of comfort, inspiring the same feeling he would get as if heâd just come home to you after a long day. But it was the other way around.Â
Youâd come home to him.
âSorryâŠâ you murmured a little weakly against the scruff of his beard, your nose tucked into the side of his neck. âBeen a while since I used legsâŠâ
âWh⊠how? I donâtâ I thoughtâ why?â He had so many fucking questions dancing in his head, a carousel of confusion twirling about his mind as he pulled you back so he could look at you. Truly look at you.Â
âI said. You didnât kiss me goodbye. Pissed me off.â You explained as flatly as you could whilst being utterly exhausted. Logan blinked rapidly, your explanation meaning absolutely nothing in the face of reality.Â
âI donât⊠understand. You came back after two years because I didnât kiss you?â
You chuckled tiredly into his chest, barely strong enough to hold your own head up. So he did it for you, his hand cradling the back of your head, supporting you in any way he could.Â
âIâm kidding. Jus' took me a while to thread myself back together, honestly. Look, new arms!â You lifted your arms as high as you could, which really wasnât much considering your severe lack of strength. But Logan gently took your wrists in his hand, his thumb smoothing over the clear skin. No scars. No marks. Just you. And whilst those scars were a testament to everything youâd been through, everything youâd survived, the new meaning wasnât lost on him.
This was a fresh start.
âAnd RowanâŠ?â He asked slowly, his eyes raking from your smooth wrists back up to your face, taking note of each vanished blemish heâd come to know so well. Your lips pulled into a slightly sad smile.
âHeâs still here⊠just, not around, if that makes sense?âÂ
Brushing back a stray hair from your brow, Logan really took in your new appearance, unable to stop himself from smoothing your cheekbone beneath your one golden eye. âYeah⊠it makes sense,â he kept his voice as steady as he could in the face of more emotion than heâd felt since losing you. He felt like he was trying to hold back a tsunami with a spatula, wanting nothing more than to crush you into his chest and cry until his voice was hoarse. âSo⊠you could hear everything?â
âEvery word.â
âAnd I wasnâtâŠâ going crazy, he finished in his head, unable to voice his thoughts. But you knew. Your soft smile of understanding told him you knew.Â
âNo, you werenât. It was all I could do, send little wisps and waves to let you know I was still there. Still listening.â You fell into a contemplative silence for a moment, your eyes closing as you rested tiredly against his chest. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âNot giving up on meâŠâ
The dam holding his emotions back cracked, breaking apart completely when he watched tears filter along your lash line. Knowing you didnât have the strength to hold yourself up, he braced a broad palm against your back and the other against the side of your neck, pulling you up towards him and finally, finally sealing his lips to yours.Â
He kissed you with fragile passion, terrified that, with nothing more than a light breeze, youâd be taken from him again. But the way your hands managed to slide up his chest to the scruff at his jaw, the way you leaned into him as much as you could, the way your lips parted for him to find his way home to you. It told him all he needed to know.Â
No more experiments.
No more Kreva.Â
No more fear of who or what you were.Â
This was a new beginning. A fresh start. The start of the rest of your intertwined lives. The other half of his soul had come back to him, knitting together the shattered remains of two years spent grieving.Â
Everything he wanted to say to you. Everything that was still left unsaid. He had a second chance. Youâd gifted him a second chance. And he wasnât about to let it slip through his fingers. Not again.Â
Never again.Â
âNever gonna give up on you, Fireflyâ he whispered against your lips, carding his hand through the roots of your hair.Â
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
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Are You That Dense?
summary : what do they do when their crush is oblivious of their feelings.
word count : 0.5k
type : headcanons
pairing/s involved : Arthur / Merlin / Morgana x Reader
warning/s : it's kinda sad on Merlin's part (at least for me)
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Arthur
Arthur would be clueless as you are, maybe even worse.
The prince of Camelot wasn't raised to process his feelings properly (no thanks to dear old daddy), so he thinks his infatuation is under the pretense of friendship.
Many find it hilarious. Everyone knows how much Arthur loves you... except the two of you.
He just doesn't understand why he's always wanting more than the platonic affections you give him, yearning for you when you're not around, or thinking about you all the time.
Don't get me wrong, he knows he enjoys your company. Both his whole world and time stops when he's with you; the heavy responsibilities of the crown and endless problems are temporarily forgotten.
Arthur also feels the need to impress you, sometimes more than Uther. He already likes showing off to a crowd but when you're watching him? There will be 1000x more effort.
"Why do I feel this way, Merlin?"
"You are in love with (Y/N), clotpole."
"Oh. I suppose you're right."
"Is this the moment where you order me to get her flowers?"
"...Yes."
Merlin
I'm sorry but Merlin prefers it that way.
As much as he desperately wants to to straight up confess to youâ to be able to touch you, kiss you, and love you openly, he doesn't want to put you in danger.
Apart from a secret that will get him executed, he deals with dark entities all the time and those will eventually catch up to him. He can't risk it, especially if it's you.
There will be a lifetime of labor and hardships if you choose to be with a manservant. Being with a druid will likely get you hurt or killed too. You deserve better than what he can offer. You deserve better than him.
His feelings for you may not be obvious as Arthur's but for people who are perceptive (ehem Gwen maybe?), they will encourage him to court you. He'll only reply that there's no use and you'll never see him as something more than a friend, especially if you're a noble or royalty.
However, Merlin is only human. There will be times when he can't help himself, giving you small gifts or favors he won't do for anyone (even Arthur).
"Thanks for the help, Merlin."
"I would do anything for you, (Y/N)."
"Why?"
"Uhh... Cause we're friends, right?"
Morgana
Morgana will make you her own amusement.
Best believe she will test you, to see how long can you remain unaware of her feelings. It entertains her to no end, better than the performers Uther hires in banquets.
She will go all outâ giving you all sorts of touches that's reserved for lovers, bringing you expensive presents, always spending time with you, and even kissing you in both public and in private.
Morgana will search for any reaction on your face every time. But you just continue to innocently smile and thank her for being a 'good friend'.
Everyone thinks you two are dating because of her public display of affection but you shrug it off whenever someone asks you about it. Morgana, on the hand, just smirks and winks.
If it takes too long and she begins to get impatient, she will just knock on your door and confess her love.
"I am in love with you, (Y/N)."
"You are?"
"YES! How can you be so blindâ"
"I thought we're just friends?"
"HOW IS MAKING OUT WITH YOU, PLATONIC?"
Until then, she and Gwen will be laughing at your obliviousness as they enjoy their afternoon tea.
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Arthur's blankets are the softest and warmest blankets Merlin has ever slept under.
The night is unbelievably cold in the winter that never seems to want to end, and the snow and wind bang violently against the castle walls, but Merlin is under Arthur's blankets, with Arthur beside him stroking his hair while the candlelight behind him forms strange shadows.
Arthur's arms encircle him as Merlin plays with the hairs on Arthur's chest -who sleeps shirtless even in the coldest winters, but now Merlin has to admit that trapped under heavy blankets and furs, hugging each other tightly, even he can get warm- running his skinny fingers through them and being fascinated. It may be the heat that goes to his head, it may be being held in an endless embrace or perhaps the hand stroking his hair or Arthur's chin resting on his head, but Merlin finds himself thinking back to the first time he set foot in Camelot.
He remembers the boy full of hope and eagerness to learn who set foot in that kingdom for the first time, he remembers when he thought he was a monster and how Gaius' words had comforted him, he remembers when he met Arthur (and smiles) and everything that has happened in those last ten years. The battles, the subterfuges, the lies, the torture, the friends lost, the people met, the goodbyes to Lancelot and Gwen, the death of Morgana, the tears shed and the heartbreak felt and the loneliness and the sense of abandonment and catastrophe and-
"What are you thinking about?" asks Arthur, from above his head, as Merlin's hand continues to caress his chest and Arthur's hand descends to stroke his back.
Merlin lifts his face slightly but the angle is too strange and he can only observe Arthur's jaw, but he knows Arthur's every imperfection by heart, his every sharp edge that he does not need to see his face to know he is smiling. Merlin kisses his neck, settles back comfortably in that cocoon made of arms and blankets and sighs, grateful.
"That I am happy."
Because Merlin is. Because he would do every single thing all over again just to be in that perfect moment with his king.
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Last one for the night.
Sorry for the content dump. đ«¶
Regency AU clip. Arthur and Merlin inspired by Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma.
Arthurâs father, The Viscount, decided he had let Arthur âpursue fanciful whimsâ long enough.
He wanted Arthur to find a wife this season.
Oh, joy.
It was for this reason, Arthur went for an early morning ride, to let out his overwhelming frustration and to get out of that blasted house with his siblings, more specifically, his elder sister and her eyes full of pity.
Morgana knew that Arthur wanted to hold out for love, the kind of love their own parents shared. Arthur felt it his duty to find someone who would one day become Viscountess, have his children and help him continue his familyâs long-standing reputation.
The only problem, which isnât really a problem, more of an inconvenience, was that Arthur didnât like women, in the slightest. Romantically speaking, that is.
He found this out the hard way when his college mates tried to throw him into a room full of naked women.
Arthur wasâŠcurious. But nothing beyond that, women were a complete mystery to him so he was really just in awe of their natural bodies and how objectively beautiful they were.
But it did nothing. No part of him stirred or got excited. Thatâs when he started to become uncomfortable, because heâd always known, deep down, in a place no one ever sees.
He left rather quickly.
Thankfully, his friends had disappeared by then.
The ride led him farther into the woods than he usually went, but he knew his way around them.
He slowed his horse to a trot as he went lost in his thoughts.
That was quickly interrupted when he heard galloping approaching. Very fast.
Before he could think twice, the horse and the person riding it, raced just past Arthur, causing his own mare to stumble a bit.
Well, Iâve got to see what this is about.
That was the only thought to cross his mind before turning the other direction, taking off as fast as he could.
He spotted the horse and rider immediately. Arthur rode harder and urged the animal below him to follow.
He had almost caught up, when a branch that seemed to come from nowhere caught Arthurâs jacket and caused him to pull back on the reigns, involuntarily.
He slowed to a stop, laughing hysterically.
That was fun.
âYouâre laughing a lot for someone who lost.â The voice was deep.
Arthur hadnât realized the horse in front of him also slowed and stopped, unwilling to turn the opposite direction and face him.
Arthur took the stranger in, finally. All he could see was a blue cloak with the hood pulled up, hiding all identity.
The skilled hands gripping the reigns wore gloves.
âTo be fair, we never agreed on a stopping point and that limb was interference, divinely guided as it may have been.â
âOh, divinely guided, was it?â The man snickered, but it was closer to a giggle.
Arthur couldnât read the stranger very well when he could not see him.
He took matters into his own hands and rode past the other man, then spun to see the horse-whisperer directly, face to face.
âOh.â
He didnât know what heâd been expecting.
But it was not to have his breath stolen.
He could not even see all of the manâs face, but what peaked out from under the hood was pale flawless skin and perfect pink lips.
Hooded eyes pointed to the ground between their two steeds.
âYouâre awfully quiet for someone who won.â Arthur quipped.
The man finally raised him eyes in a glare that didnât hold much heat behind it.
God, those eyes.
Blue like the ice that forms from dripping water on the window sills. The lightest clearest parts of the ocean. Pure and endless.
Wow.
Arthur had never been struck by a personâs beauty before.
âYouâre a complete stranger, what if you have ill intentions, or try to rob me blind?â
Arthur threw his head back in a laugh at this.
âYou arenât that inattentive. My intentions are pure, you have my word. I am a gentleman.â Arthur smirked at the blue eyed wonder. He got a small smile in return.
âWell, I have to be getting back.â
No.
Arthurâs whole body practically howled the word. Heâs not unable to control himself.
âWill I see you again?â
The man was already turning around to return from the way they came.
âPerhaps you will, my lord.â
Arthur sputters.
âHow did you know I was-â
âIâm not that inattentive.â The man called over his shoulder before tapping the side of his boot on the horses flank and taking off into the trees.
Well, that was truly something.
#merthur#merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin and arthur#merthur fic#from the drafts#bbc merlin#regency au#Bridgerton inspo#kanthony
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All the fics Iâve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.
Merlin
The Hunt for Red Emrys by darkbluedark
King Arthur sets out to keep his promise to the spirit of the Druid boy by repealing his father's ban on magic. Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, for reasons including but not limited to the following:
(1) He can't change the law until he understands magic better, but no sorcerer is willing to explain magic to him until he changes the law;
(2) The sorcerers all have some strange obsession with Merlin, which is awakening all sorts of feelings in Arthur that he really doesn't fancy examining too closely;
(3) He is starting to feel like the butt of some Druid-population-wide inside joke involving the mysterious phenomenon called Emrys; and
(4) Oh yeah, Morgana is still trying to kill him.
Thus he embarks on a journey of discovery, diplomacy, accountability, and self-improvement, and maybe even falls in love along the way.
Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun
Kalego-sensei is...dead? by IcyPheonix
The Misfits come to school one day to discover that they have, a substitute teacher. They decide that this can only mean one thing; Kalego-sensei, has died.
He hasn't but that's not gonna stop them from pretending he has of course.
SVSSS
The Moon's Beloved Shadow by mofumofu
Shen Qingqiu is a man who hides his twin brother from the world with the ferocity of a phoenix-eyed mother crane.
Shen Yuan is a helpless transmigrator who wishes Airplane-bro had given even a single bit of backstory for this side character he's inhabiting!
Luo Binghe isn't doomed to face the Endless Abyss, but he is forced to confront something infinitely more frustrating: an overly protective brother.
Natsume Yuujinchou
What Colors Do You See In This Monochrome World by mermorgie.
Natori's voice brought him back to the present. "You alright there, Natsume?" The look the exorcist was giving him was warm and a tad concerned. Natsume gave him a small, but earnest smile. "I'm fine, Natori-san. Just a bit nervous." This was the truth. He had no idea why the head of the Matoba Clan invited him this time, but he was sure that the man was up to no good.
Or: Natsume gets invited to an exorcist meeting. He is not too happy about it, but at least the view is great.
Harry Potter
Three's Family by darkbluedark
Itâs May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties.
(This would be a lot easier if their captives werenât convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didnât spend half their bloody time bickering.)
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âJust ask them questions only they would know the answer to,â Malfoy suggests.
âThereâs not a single thing that I know about either of them from the first war that any old Death Eater couldnât find out.â
âHow is that possible?â Malfoy huffs. âHeâs your father!â
âAm I or am I not famously an orphan?â Potter snarls.
Once More Unto The Boggart by darkbluedark
Professor Lupin let out his breath very slowly. âSo this is why you think youâve been struggling to make progress with the Patronus charm? Because a part of you wants to let the dementor close, in a way, in order to hear your parents?â
Harry nodded again, though more guiltily this time. âI want to let the boggart out, just once, and, er, not cast the charm."
Those Who Have Seen by darkbluedark
Only those who have seen death can see thestrals.
It turns out, thestrals look different for those who have seen Death.
#happy halloween!!#this isn't a spooky/halloween themed post#i'm just excited that it's halloween#my posts#fic recs#weekly fic round up#hp recs#merlin recs#m!ik recs#ny recs#svsss recs
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King Triton's Gifts with a Sad Backstory
In The Little Mermaid sequels, King Triton gave Queen Athena and Melody, his beloved wife and precious granddaughter a gift: A music box and a locket. Although the gifts are different, they're both a lot alike in more ways than one.
They were each given during a joyous celebration (Triton and Athena's anniversary and Melody's christening) and also played a special song that was meaningful to Athena and Melody: Endless Sky and Down to the Sea.
However, just shortly after he gave them their gifts tragedy struck that tore the royal family apart: Queen Athena's death by pirates and Melody was forced to away from the sea in fear of Morgana. Both times, cruel fate had intervened that resulted in King Triton being separated from his precious loved ones and now the gifts had become a sad reminder of what he had lost.
It was too painful for him to keep them and as a result... he threw them into the ocean to be lost forever.
Until years later, they were found again and once they were, it changed everything and in the end, reunited the royal family once more and healed the sea king's heart.
Although Queen Athena is gone, her memory will always live on and her legacy is honored when music is brought back to Atlantica.
At long last, King Triton is reunited and gets to meet Melody again and with Morgana gone, humans and merpeople are reunited.
#The Little Mermaid 2 Return to the Sea#My Thoughts#The Little Mermaid 3 Ariel's Beginning#Disney#King Triton#Melody#Queen Athena#Ariel#Comparison
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assigning one word to every persona 5 character
hiii local girl (me) got bored and decided to make this character analysis post of sorts for fun!! so here's one word i think each persona 5 character embodies, as well as my explanation... <3
ryuji: acceptance
ryuji is the first character we formally meet and befriend in persona 5. to others, he's rowdy, unpredictable, and not very pleasant to be around. we're warned multiple times about him and about what he's done. we also get to witness for ourselves how easy it is for him to form a grudge and hold to it for dear life, whether it be toward a corrupt adult, other students, morgana, some of the other phantom thieves, etc.
one of my favorite things about ryuji's character arc and growth is actually how subtle it is, especially for a game that (bless it's heart, i love it, but-) has very little subtlety at times. it kind of just occurs in the background and you slowly watch him change.
he goes from openly despising, attacking, and badmouthing kamoshida to simply saying "it's all in the past" when asked about it in one of his future confidant events. he goes from desperately wanting to be viewed as a hero to accepting that some things have to happen in secrecy. he even becomes kinder to morgana and the other phantom thieves when previously, he wouldn't hesitate to verbally jump them. my point is, he comes to accept a lot of things and leave them all behind in the pursuit of just being happy with what he's got now.
the antithesis of this is also true, where ryuji doesn't accept any of the corruption that happens around him, another aspect that is a huge part of his character. he's usually one of the firsts to suggest infiltrating a palace or heading into mementos.
overall, ryuji's character arc really just involves a whole lot of moving on and letting the past be the past in order to facilitate his own change and his own path toward having peace. and i love it!!!
ann: connection
i felt as though a lot of ann's character was centered around the idea of connection. when we first meet her, she has only one friend, and she puts herself into a terrible situation with kamoshida just to make sure that friend doesn't lose her spot on the volleyball team. she's established as somebody who clearly values her connections very deeply.
but there's also a flipside to this, in that. y'know. ann only has one friend at the start of the game. in one of her confidant events, she also talks about how she had no friends for a while when she first came to japan due to her appearance, ethnicity, and nationality, and how she often faced adversity due to this.
when she does befriend joker and ryuji, it is a rocky beginning- but she comes to value her friends so much. when she meets yusuke, she gives him a chance. when she meets makoto, she's the first to reassure makoto that she doesn't hate her for stalking them, and that she actually wants to be friends. when she meets futaba, haru, you name it- she is always trying to be kind to them. to immediately become their friend and connect with them.
during akechi's battle in shido's palace, she's the one who suggests he join them in taking down shido. she's the one who wants him to be a part of them, even after everything.
she also has a passion for connecting with the world around her, most notably, i would say, through modeling.
it's clear ann values connection a lot. she goes to great lengths for the people she loves, she encourages befriending people, and she enjoys involving herself in the things that go on around her. i think it's really great to get to watch as her trust in everyone, and her relationships with them, grow stronger.
yusuke: passion
yusuke's arc is very much centered around passion, from the moment you meet him to the end of his confidant events. he's on an endless search for the perfect muse, to make the perfect painting, to become the perfect artist.
so much so that when he finds out that the person he looked up to the most lied to him, and when he finds out that the person who came before him (his mother), who had the exact same passion as him, was killed by the person he looked up to the most- his world crumbles.
he loses that passion some, or at least struggles to figure out how he's going to ever paint something worthy again now that he knows the one thing he loves to do was built off of something so heinous.
but you see over time how he finds that passion again, through his friends, through trial and error, through just going at it over and over again. to the final realization that maybe that passion has dissipated some, but it's still within him. he can never paint the way he used to, but that isn't the bad thing he thought it was- it's good.
his passion is also just a central part of his character. he can come across as melodramatic or "a bit much," as he even says himself at one point during a confidant event in mementos-
but the people he's surrounded himself with don't think so, and love him anyway. so... safe to say his passion and his love for the beauty in the world is what carries him throughout all of persona 5.
makoto: practical
definitions of "practical":
(of an idea, plan, or method) likely to succeed or be effective in real circumstances; feasible
suitable for a particular purpose
sensible and realistic in their approach to a situation or problem
makoto is my favorite character in persona 5 right next to yusuke, and i think the word "practical" describes her in many great ways.
the first reason being that both the word itself as well as its antithesis apply to makoto very well. she is rather deceptively practical in some ways, in the sense that she comes across as well put-together, intelligent, and sensible when you first meet her-
until you find out she's actually the same as any other reckless teenager out there, running to kaneshiro and getting herself and all the other phantom thieves into a blackmailing scandal.
she also does this because a big part of makoto's character during this arc is the idea of being useful to somebody- being, as the second definition says up there, "suitable for a particular purpose." she just wants to help somebody. she feels like a deadweight to sae, she's doing everything she can to be a top student in school and it still isn't enough, and she's getting nowhere in the one task her principal assigned to her.
being useful to someone is very important to her.
then she actually joins the phantom thieves and the meaning of this word flips a little bit, because makoto is practical, in the sense of being sensible and intelligent. she's the "brains" of the phantom thieves-
but she no longer has to be "worth something" or "useful." i think ann is the one who explains this concept to her, of how they just want makoto to be their friend. not to be some sort of tool.
so makoto instead turns her attention to just being helpful where she can rather than ruining her life over it. she asks for help when she needs it, such as when she's trying to help one of her friends with his weird boyfriend and asks joker to help her out. and she does try to help her friend with her weird boyfriend, another example of trying to contribute. and she's a part of the phantom thieves, an organization that literally devotes itself to ridding the world of corruption and evil figures.
for her, i think what is really important is how 'practical' goes from her constantly trying to be presentable, constantly bending over backwards to help other people, and constantly hating herself for being 'useful'... to allowing herself to be honest with her friends, and be silly and confused and ask for help, and do what she can to help other people without killing herself over it.
so, yeah. i think she has a really lovely arc in this sense as well.
futaba: freedom
this one i feel like is a given... futaba's arc, in many ways, is centered around the idea of freedom.
freedom from blaming herself for her mom, freedom from her bedroom, freedom from being afraid of being around or talking to people. leaving behind all the things in her past that brought her so much pain, and moving forward in her life.
i'm surprised i don't have much more to say, but honestly, i feel like it's kind of the obvious word for futaba. her entire arc is surrounded with the idea of escaping her self-blame and the tomb she trapped herself in. and she gets that through hanging out with the phantom thieves, and through doing her promise list with ren, and through just. freeing herself from all of her blame.
i also think the word embodies her carefree nature and openness to trying things, even when they scare her. she isn't bound by social norms or what she thinks she's supposed to act like. i also think these traits really help the people around her let loose as well. she also strays from the norm in the sense of her being her own little NPC in battle. you don't know what she's going to do for you. she's free as a bird!
anyway. i love her!
haru: action
haru was difficult for me to pick a word for because there were so many i could've gone with, but i settled on 'action' for a few reasons.
the first being that, for quite a while in her life, it would appear as though haru doesn't take action. doesn't try to change the things she dislikes, just meekly goes along with whatever life throws her way. she's trapped in her engagement and just does whatever her father wants her to do.
but there's definitely something bubbling up in her, a desire to lash back out and actually change her situation.
which is why when she does enter the metaverse for the first time, meets this talking cat, and is told to just go along with whatever morgana says... it's no wonder she instantly jumps on board. this is her finally doing something for herself, not for anyone else. this is her straying from the norm.
when everything with the phantom thieves and the metaverse is explained to haru, she's quick to grow, and transform, and work with them to take down her father.
finally, haru gets to actually do something about her situation, and she isn't hesitating at all. she's jumping headfirst to acting on what she's always wanted to do. taking action.
this is just a side note, but i also think haru empathizes with akechi on a more personal level. she knows what it's like to abhor what somebody in your family has done, and to want to end it- they're two sides of the same coin, they just went about their situations in completely different ways.
it floored me when i saw how forgiving she was toward him even after knowing he killed her father. but none of that kindness is coming from a place of forgiving him, or absolving his guilt, or from complacency- it's from understanding his desperation. he wants to be free just as badly as she wanted to. on some level, haru understands this.
anyway. i know i say this about all of them, but man... i truly love haru. <3
akechi: worth
akechi's character is arguably one of the most fun to study in this game. he's difficult to get a grasp on at first outside of what he shows the player, a facade of pleasantries and friendliness. but at his core, akechi's character and ideals revolve a lot around the concept of worth.
it starts with himself. obviously, he views himself as worthless, says as much, and has spent his entire life trying to shake off that self-imposed title. he's worked so hard to become somebody people want to be around, somebody they support, somebody they revere.
so much so that when he abandons ship (no pun intended) and shows the phantom thieves who he really is, he's disgusted by the fact that they aren't disgusted. he's someone who wholeheartedly believes that being worth something to someone is the only important thing, is the only way to be appreciated, is the only thing worth fighting for.
its why he despises the weak and wants to take down those who have made him feel worthless (namely shido). and he'll do those things, he'll kill tens of people with little regard, because it's worth it. it is worth it if it means he'll be able to kill the root of his worthlessness.
he talks all about how he wasn't wanted as a child, he's just some bastard child, everything he's done has been a lie in an attempt to make people love him. he says he thinks the phantom thieves are terrible, "licking each other's wounds," that they'e idiots for showing him mercy, and yet, he accepts it.
he accepts it, because for once, he's worth something to people who don't want anything from him in return. he's worth something to people who have witnessed the absolute worst parts of him. he's worth something to people who are worth nothing to world because of him. the person he killed outstretches his hand toward him and tells him he wants him to be a part of this. to be a part of his life.
unlike makoto, worth to akechi is internal. he doesn't just want to be useful, he wants to be liked. he wants to be appreciated. he wants someone to see him for who he is and love him anyway, but he buries those desires under a hundred layers of "i don't need this, i just need to get revenge, i just need to make my father pay."
his obsession with being perfect is also the reason he holds so much anger toward joker. joker didn't have to try at all to be liked, to make friends, to have an entire group of people at his side, willing to do anything he asked. i think the line drawn between akechi and joker is born from a simple fundamental misunderstanding of how relationships work. akechi thinks they're built on mutual gain, on being admired, on having power over them. joker knows they're built on simply loving someone despite all the things you don't like about them.
anyway, overall, worthiness obviously means a lot to akechi. man he's a tough nut to crack... but i hope i did him some justice...
that's it!
thank you for reading <3
#aaand the torrential tagging starts again#persona 5#persona 5 royal#p5r#ren amamiya#akira kurusu#ryuji sakamoto#ann takamaki#yusuke kitagawa#makoto niijima#futaba sakura#haru okumura#goro akechi#vees persona meta
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