#fic: The Darkest Hour
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This is from The Darkest Hour, which can be read at Quotev, Wattpad, AO3 and FFN:
"I hate this blanket," Juliana stated.
Tag: @dreaming-for-an-escape, @arrthurpendragon, @eddysocs, @nixdragon, @malafvma, @asirensrage
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i've had this au idea for a while and have tried writing it but i don't get far into it before abandoning it so ill post it in case someone else wants to write it or take some inspiration from it or what have you. s4ep1/2 au.
merlin uses his magic to just latch arthur's feet to the ground as well as lancelot's when he sees him creeping towards the veil. merlin turns to face them as he walks backwards, revealing his gold eyes and magic to arthur which barely registers in his mind as he understands what merlin's doing and Panics. he's yelling and almost begging and demanding merlin to get back here you idiot. i'm the king you listen to me
and merlin just smiles and is like when have i ever listened to you? and steps into the veil, sacrificing himself and closing it. with his death, his magic releases arthur and lancelot who are just like. what the fuck. and grief-stricken. and angry. anyways they go back to camelot and lancelot stays with gwen and they mourn together. gwaine is. a wreck. the knights are all grieving. arthur is just. gone. like. he closes himself in his chambers for like two weeks. he doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he can barely function. anyways merlin watches him from the veil as a spirit, he watches all of them and is a little guilty about causing them so much grief and heart ache but he rather them be sad and alive than dead so he doesn't regret it that much
magic lore i made up - since merlin gave his life in an exchange, he gets to remain conscious and aware within the veil. the other spirits that roam around are focused on whatever's keeping them there (and keeping them from moving on to the afterlife). there's a lot of sorcerers in camelot who are angry and crying because they were executed by uther - their heads cut off, their bodies charred, or their necks bent at odd angles. they wander around calling for justice. anyways ygraine's life was also taken in an exchange so what i'm saying is ygraine and merlin best friends arc.
they both watch over arthur with worry and then one day arthur just storms out of his chambers and down to the library and buries himself in books, searching desperately for a way to bring merlin back. with how little he's eating and sleeping, arthur ends up passing out and has a nightmare. merlin reaches out on instinct wishing to comfort him and ends up getting pulled into his dreams, only with his intention being to comfort, his arrival shifts the dream from a nightmare into something a lot more pleasant - merlin and arthur together and alive and...courting? it looks like? arthur leans in to kiss him but the dream dissipates right before their lips meet.
anyways, that happens a few times with a few different dreams as arthur searches for a way to open the veil again and bring merlin back. i have two different endings for this though. one is, since merlin is emrys and immortal, after some time the cailleach comes back and is like "immortal asshole. i took some of your eternal life force but you're still immortal but the veil is still sealed. i can't keep someone who still has all this life. get out." and just pushes him out of the veil and into his body again. OR arthur finds a way to bargain with the cailleach and sees his mother with merlin and bada bing bada boom (i forgot to add that arthur at some point finds out about his uncles treachery lmao) trades agravaine's life for ygraine's and then his father's (he can't stand to see his father wasting away and sees this peaceful death as mercy) for merlin's. and he gets his mom and bf best friend manservant back.
after everything settles down, arthur finally has time to focus on merlin's magic but with the trauma of almost losing him, he finds he really can't care about it and just repeals the ban to keep from even thinking about executing him so merlin will never be in danger again. ygraine is also happy about this bc i hc she had a little bit of magic. she learned from her gf nimueh. bonus hc bc i feel like it - ygraine and uther were married and loved each other, yes, but ygraine took nimueh as her consort and uther took balinor as his consort.
okay thats all. if anyone actually writes this or anything similar to it, it'd love to read it. pls tag me or dm me <3
#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#fanfiction#fanfic#merthur#fic ideas#prompts#ygraine pendragon#ygraine de bois#cailleach#s4ep1 the darkest hour#s4ep2 the darkest hour#lancelot lives and we get gwencelot#haha merlin and arthur are so happy to be reunited and have wild sex#after a bath#merlins been watching arthur from the veil for a while#he knows that mf REEKS#also he wants to take care of him again#he forces him to eat and bathe before fucking him to sleep#okay okay im sorry im done
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At what point did we collectively decide as a fandom to ignore that The darkest hour is a perfect episode to inspire Hundreds of fics where Arthur pokes his head out of his royal ass?
#recommend me fics#😭😭😭#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#merlin emrys#merlin#ao3#merlin x arthur#incorrect quotes#reccs#fanfiction#readers#fics on ao3#ao3 fics#reading#multifandom account#fangirling#recs#fanfiction recommendation#ask#bad at tags#tropes#ships#the knights ship merthur#the darkest hour#king arthur#fic writing#writeblr
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the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads
“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson
#defan#the vampire diaries#web weave#not really satisfied with this one but eh#i don't envy gifmakers who've giffed the tunnel scene btw bc the lighting. my god. a travesty#anyway. beating this dead horse of an ep to death to eke out every last drop of defan it has to offer#the contrast between damon's expression when reuniting with elena vs stefan kills meeeee#he's doing THE most for stefan but for elena... go girl give us nothing dot jpeg fjskfjdj#also in typical spn brainrot fashion while listening to damon's anguished declaration of love toward stefan in the tunnel or whatever#i kept comparing it to dean's 7 minutes of incest ahh speech in the finale and. my god lol#like i'm aware pitting damon i-stole-my-little-brother's-gf-and-let-him-drown-while-locked-in-a-safe-for-three-months salvatore#against dean i-sold-my-soul-for-my-little-brother-and-i-will-do-it-again-without-hesitation winchester#is unfair to damon but damon's speech is SO bland and half-assed in and of itself#and it absolutely PALES in comparison to dean's speech it's actually pathetic lmfao#i couldn't stop thinking abt dean confessing that he stood outside sam's dorm for hours before barging in#bc he was scared sam would tell him to get lost#and it made me think that the writers could've made damon's speech that much more personal and impactful#by maybe throwing in a line like “i didn't come back to mystic falls all those years ago /just/ for katherine”#it would've recontextualized their reunion in the first ep and given the hello brother moment so much more depth#give us something authentic! something the audience isn't privy to!#something only damon would know and keep buried in the deepest darkest corner of his black heart!#like!!! i'm sorry but damon's dying (not really) declaration of love toward stefan reads so generic lol#maybe it's a me problem idk i just think the speech could've been. well. better#(obviously i blame plec she gave kevin a whole lotta nothing to work with)#like once you sit down and start dissecting damon's words they don't feel /that/ weighted. if that makes any sense#ok so maybe i just wanted him to say he didn't come back to mystic falls just for kat ! sue me#ANYWAY. someone please for the love of god write me a post finale canon compliant defan fic#a defan-in-the-afterlife fic if you will#or a damon-being-miserable-after-stefan's-death-and-being-really-shit-at-coping fic. that works too#wowee these tags are a mess
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Darkest Hour CH8
Had Beatrice called her name before the fall? Had she thought about her as the monster dragged her down to the floor and tossed her like a ragdoll? Had she regretted tracking her down to the church?
Ava smashes her fists into her skull, trying to make the images disappear. Stop, she begs, crying louder and louder every second.
Ava has a heated conversation that brings strong feelings to the surface; stronger than she can deal with on her own.
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Watching Merlin season 4 for research purposes and I don't know whether to laugh or cry so I'll settle for screaming. As if switching from Lancelot's funeral to Agravaine being suspicious wasn't bad enough as a tone shift, the next episode literally starts with a PARADE. JUST. I rewatched TDH yesterday so I've had time to settle, but I can just imagine someone watching TDH and The Wicked Day back to back and. Just. Tears and snot tearing down their face then suddenly A PARADE. IT'S ARTHUR'S BIRTHDAY. Then Uther dies which is arguably once again something to celebrate. Just... the tone, man. The tone.
#Merlin BBC#Lancelot#The Darkest Hour#The Wicked Day#yes the research bit is bc I might be about to write an alternative s4 lancelot lives fic and I'm shamelessly plugging it#even though I haven't written more than like two pages worth. what of it
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hey all i read some of the barks listed on the wiki and now i wanna write so hi. im back for a bit.
#the absolute stranglehold that baldurs gays 3 has had on me is lethal#almost 200 hours already.#but don't you worry. i'm here to write then drop a new fic then disappear for half a year again#not darkest dungeon
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send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something [ polendina ]
Pietro can't remember the last time he made penance. The regular attendance prescribed by his parents had dwindled when he took up residence at Ginnungagap to just the four appointed days throughout the year; some time after his graduation, he had stopped going at all, while his faith withered.
He'd forgotten… many things.
Shuffling now like an old man into the nave, Pietro unearths a newfound reverence for the simple grandeur of it all. The arcade pillars dripping with alabaster statuary and gold inlay, each depicting a face of the Radiant One: the wild Dawn-Dragon roaring with the sun in His claws, the Golden Monarch seated upon His fiery throne, the lambent antlers of the Midsummer Stag piercing the flank of the Night-Wolf; small marble figures of man and faunus alike kneel in prayer about the base of every tableaux, framed by trellises of painted marble scrolls.
Beneath his feet, the starry, midnight-blue parquet of the narthex flushes the colors of sunrise—red, pink, gold—and brightens toward cerulean where it meets the gilded arches of the solar tree.
Father Areg has grown older, his face deeply lined, the thick salt-and-pepper of Pietro's memory faded to soft white wisps of candy-floss; but he putters back and forth beneath the golden boughs just as he did when Pietro was a young boy, and his smile still puts starlight in his watery blue eyes.
"Pietro?" he says in his startling bass, roughened by the passage of years but otherwise unchanged. "Why, hello—I did not expect–" He catches himself, and his tone gentles. "How can I help you, my boy?"
"Father." The word crackles in his throat; Pietro swallows thickly, and the priest's warm smile becomes a look of piercing concern. "I–"
Long neglect binds his tongue and makes his fingers clumsy. The cane he clutches with his left hand, slick with sweat, obliges him to draw the coronal sign before himself half-circle, and shame burns in him like bile. Head bowed, voice hoarse, Pietro whispers, "I have come to make a penance, Father."
Father Areg murmurs something he doesn't catch through the ringing in his ears, but Pietro feels the weight of a gnarled hand upon his arm and follows, guided by the priest and old habit alike to the low, cushioned bench at the fore of the nave-aisle.
Kneeling causes a terrible pain to rise from the middle of his thigh in bright, fiery arcs to the small of his back. Pietro grits his teeth, and grips his cane, and though he trembles, he does not cry out, nor collapse.
"When you're ready," Father Areg says kindly, laying a hand on his shoulder, and then, "Lament of your sin, for it assails the spirit; it has taken you from the living waters of the Light our God. Therefore weep, my child; let flow the tears of sorrow to make ready your parched soul for His renewal."
Pietro closes his eyes, exhaling. These are old words, comfortingly familiar, and greater than the pain clawing through his body.
He had retrieved his old prayer book from its shoebox at the top of his closet yesterday morning, to study and prepare, and yet he thinks now that even had he not done so, the proper beginning would have come to him, as natural as his own breath: "I regret," Pietro says, "my sins, voluntary and involuntary, knowing and ignorant, great and small, committed by word and deed, in thought or intention, whether in light or in shadow, every hour and minute of my life. I weep over my lack of faith, my doubting, my cynicism, my pride, my indifference…"
It has been many years. His recitation needs must be long, though no one human could give a truly thorough accounting of every sin committed in so long a span. The pain turns like a screw, ever tighter and deeper while Pietro offers the story of his failings: the impatient arrogance which had first led him astray, the commitment to his studies that eclipsed faith and became idolatrous; the accumulated shames of a thousand thoughtless things he's said, of callous moments when he might have been kind, of greed, of ungenerous deeds, of taking for granted the riches he has.
Pietro is not a bad man. He hopes that in the course of his life, he has helped more than he has harmed; always, he has strived to make this world a better one than he found it.
"…but for this, too, I weep, for I have so often committed the sin of self-judgment, placing myself in arrogance before the Light, my Judge, and in deeming myself good I turned away from His wisdom and became blind to my faults and my failures…"
Tears drip down his face; from pain, and from the relief of this unburdening. Once or twice he's obliged to pause in his recitation to wipe his face with his sleeve, and about halfway through he can take the agony of kneeling no longer and admits, voice breaking: "I—Father, I am sorry, I think I must—sit, instead."
"Our bodies break and fail us," Father Areg murmurs with a sad, gentle humor. "It is the nature of mankind to be touched by destruction, and no sin to act in accordance with the limitations of our flesh." He pauses, and while he helps Pietro assume a less painful position on the bench, he adds quietly, "Though it can be a sin of falsehood if we deny such limits, to ourselves or to others."
"Right," Pietro says, and gives a bleak sort of chuckle. "I fear that is a sin I have committed every day for quite… quite some time."
Father Areg squeezes his shoulder, silent, and Pietro takes another moment to compose himself before he resumes speaking.
How long it is, he cannot guess, but he is aware of others coming in and out of the church: of a youthful acolyte sweeping the opposite nave-aisle, of a woman who enters from the narthex on tip-toe to whisper a midday intercession before the icon of Saint Osgyth, of the deacon singing a hymn while he goes about lighting the candle-leaves of the solar tree. In his youth, Pietro remembers feeling embarrassed to make penance within hearings of others, but it comforts him now; he is not alone.
When at last the well of his preparation runs dry and he lapses into troubled silence, Father Areg murmurs, "Is that the end of it?"
"No, Father," Pietro says quietly. "There is—one thing more, which burdens my heart most of all. I am… ashamed." He takes a deep breath. "My colleague, Arthur Watts– he—sometimes, he is difficult, but he is my friend, and he– when the rebels took Fort Shiro, he saved my life. I have been… most ungrateful to him; no doctor in the world could have done better, under such circumstances, and yet I begrudged him—held it against him that I will suffer the rest of my life in an imperfectly healed body. It is because of him that I can still walk at all, but it hurts, and I have held hatred in my heart for him as if he were my tormentor."
Swallowing thickly, Pietro stops again to cover his eyes. Arthur is a prouder man than even he, and a man of high, barbed walls who might almost rather die than reveal a shred of vulnerability to anyone: difficult is a generous word. But three days ago, the hurt that wrenched across his face when Pietro snapped that Arthur would have done better for him by leaving him to die had been impossible to mistake, no matter how swiftly the man buried it behind caustic outrage; and far more than his own misery, it is that which woke Pietro to what he has become, is becoming.
"…I do not," Pietro croaks, "wish to be—this, this… bitter, angry man. Thus I have sinned. Have mercy upon me, O God, forgive me and calm my heart; accept, O Maker of All, my repentance, that I might approach thy sacred teachings in the spirit of your mercy. I pray now for the remission of my sins and correction of my soul. I pray thee, bring down the barriers of my heart and humble me, that I might make amends with those whom I have hurt, and the ones I have made to stumble. To thy everlasting Light I commend my mortal life. Amen."
He feels lighter at once, as if flushed of all the grime and cobwebs of these long years, and it is a relief to bow his head in solemn silence while Father Areg prays over him to complete his penance. In a few moments, when the rite has ended, they may speak more of his ugly quarrel with Arthur, of his brokenness, of his pain; Pietro trusts the priest will offer him sound advice, though he suspects some will be a little singeing to hear.
For now, though, he breathes, and the tears on his face are tears of simple relief.
#AND TIME DOES THIS TO US ( fic. )#IN ALL SOUND THAT MEANS GOODBYE ( ic: pietro. )#[ pietro is SUCH an#''in my darkest hour i found my way back to God''#type of religious#i feel this abt him in my soul ]#[ …extremely funny for Your Watts in particular ]
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Love can be found even in the darkest places. It doesn’t change anything, perhaps it makes the ending to their story worse in some ways, but it’s there. It meant something to them.
And that’s all that matters, really.
“i want you to know, i will love you as long as i breathe.”
dune part ii / ojibwa / waiting for this story to end before i begin another, jan heller lev
#tbosas#lowkey the entire plot to the big fic I’ve been writing for months now#it’s mostly two kids just finding love in some form (not necessarily romantic) in their darkest hours#it can make it hurt more when things go bad#but the good can be worth it sometimes
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i wish i had a kim kitsuragi
#ive read so so many post canon fics where lo! in the darkest times there's kim#i want a friend like that. someone i can call and hype up and convince them they're the coolest#and maybe in return they'll like. help me get out of my own head?#what do i gotta do man#drive my car into the nearest body of water?#wave a gun around in public threatening only myself?#drug myself into oblivion?#i can't call her anymore she blocked me#and it just gets darker and darker#ik they say don't trust your thoughts after five pm but i can't just sleep away my off hours#im sick of the only number i can call being a hotline#please. fuck. let me call someone. let someone hear me before its too late#i've been trying therapy but my therapist won't be my friend. my therapist directly said don't try to be friends with him#i've made this post before and it went horribly last time but idc anymore#please fucking talk me
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'Tis a last curtain call, As the play comes to a close, But even as the last enemies fall, We will rise from these lows.
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don’t you just cry when
”I am everywhere and nowhere. I am your greatest joy and deepest sorrow. In the morning and in the evening, when you enjoy your afternoon tea in the garden, when you listen to the musicians play; I am there. I am in birdsong, in the wind and thunder for we are the creator’s children, blessed with the peace of death and eternal starlight.”
AAAAAAAAA I gave myself so many feels
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hasn’t been in his life since 10th grade? how the bitch know me then?
Of course they stayed in contact until she found out that you know he had a girlfriend and she got jealous and cut off all the contact out of jealousy
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praying s5 gives us dustin and steve vibing out so it'll be more common for them to be actually friends in fanon again
#in slash fic i can and will ignore a lot of headcanons i don't personally think because i want to read it#but every time dustins a heartless ass to steve a fairy dies and also i die#and nuanced takes or explorations of whats going on with Dustin work#but evil asshole dustin that makes fun of steves every insecurity for plot reasons (sad steve hours) hurts me#lots of things have hurt steve can we let him have his friends??? who he canonically has a solid relationship with??#dustins a little more bitchy in s4 and suddenly he cannot comprehend that his best friend has feelings#nevermind their very positive interactions in s2-3 making up the majority of their screentime and setting status quo (that s4 deviates from)#(presumably intentionally because they meant to do a steve eddie rivalry and have s4 as their darkest hour)
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New chapters of my Time Travel HP AU
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