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margowritesthings · 2 years ago

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ROMEO AND JULIET: I

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲…

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pairing: low honour!Arthur Morgan x O'Driscoll!reader (f) word count: 4253 words warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexually explicit, low honour Arthur, rough sex, fingering (r receiving), blood play, knife play, touch of cnc, dirty talk, degradation, enemies while lovers authors note: here it is! the first chapter of my most requested, most talked about series. I'm so excited for this one, y'all. I really pushed myself out of my comfort zone and wrote some absolute filth. I hope you enjoy the first official instalment of Romeo and Juliet! update - this is a reupload after the orignal didnt show up in tags! taglist: @cowboydisaster @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @elifsukirdaghehe @reaveries @delilah-grimes

It’s always astounded you, the way those warm orbs of light hang over the streets, glowing bright no matter the time of night. Saint Denis is a city that never seems to truly sleep. There’s always some lady of the night stalking her prey, some street urchins playing in the street no matter how high the moon, or, in the case of tonight, a shadowed outlaw sneaking through the hidden alleys and veins of the town. Arthur Morgan, enforcer and right hand man of the infamous Van der Linde gang.

It’s not the first time you’ve been assigned a job like this, following Morgan around gathering scraps of whatever intel he’s collecting at the time to get a head start on any jobs around. You’re by far the stealthiest of the O’Driscolls and Colm knows that, hence why you get sent out every time. This time, you’re pretty sure it’s a home robbery in one of the apartments atop a store in the city. Arthur has been scoping the same building out for the last 10 minutes, making circles with the turns in the streets and alleys he takes.

You’re always 10 steps behind him, so used to the skill of following someone through their shadows that it comes naturally to you. You’re so light on your feet that your boots hardly make a sound against the cobblestone streets. Currently, your fingers clutch at the corner of a brick wall as you peer around a bend, watching Arthur make that face you’ve learnt over time means he’s got something. Despite the fact the two of you have never actually spoken a positive word towards one another, you know far too much about each and every little mannerism Arthur has for your liking, but when his lip twitches at the corners, you know he’s pleased with himself. You hate that you know it, but you just goddamn do.

Thinking about it, you hate a hell of a lot about the Van Der Linde. You hate that he’s there at every turn, with his cocky smirk and that drawl. You hate the way that every time you get one up on him, the next time he’s right there giving it back. You hate his stupid fucking smirk and the way he outsmarts your idiot family every damn time. Most of all, you hate that every time you cross paths, he lingers in your mind, hidden in the darkest shadows until it’s the dead of night and it’s just you, all by yourself in your tent.

…anyway.

Fuck Arthur Fucking Morgan. And his stupid goddamn shit-eating grin.

Following his eyeline, you can see what he’s grinning at: it’s a back entrance, with a rusty old ladder just barely clinging to the bricks of the building. It would be all too easy to follow Arthur in and attempt to get to the loot before him, but why expend the effort when you can let him do all the work and pickpocket him on his way out? It’s the perfect plan, or it would be if Arthur hadn’t disappeared in the few seconds you spent looking over the ladder. Where you were watching is now completely deserted, the street lamps casting orange-hued light and striking shadows over the backs of the stores and apartments. Arthur is nowhere to be seen and your brows pull together with the strongest confusion. The ladder remains untouched, home un-looted and yet Morgan is gone?

Your voice is barely audible as you whisper to yourself, “What in the-”

You’re cut off as metal cooled by the night air is pressed firmly against the tendons in your throat, to the point where swallowing might just break the skin. Your breath hitches in your chest when you feel a hard, large body press against your back, an arm snaking around your waist to keep you firmly in place. The sharpness of the weapon is so evident, you daren’t breathe.

“Now now, just what do we have here? A little stray who lost her way…” Arthur’s voice rumbles in his chest, low and throaty as his breath dances right on your ear. He’s so close, pressing the knife into your windpipe so that the only relief you can get comes from pushing your back further into him. It’s near impossible to think as you feel the outline of his cock against your ass, but you have to, because there’s literally a knife to your throat. And it’s Arthur Morgan and his cock should not matter.

“Get the fuck off me, Morgan.” You hiss, voice restrained by not wanting to move your neck too much.

“Not a chance, O’Driscoll. Just what do you think you’re doin’, followin’ me like this? Can’t get your own leads?” He’s speaking through gritted teeth, the whiskey on his breath intoxicating your senses.

“I ain’t- argh!” A sharp pain shoots up your neck as the very tip of the knife knicks your skin.

“Don’t lie. Or it’ll get worse. What’s your plan, little stray? Gonna jump me? Stab me from behind, kill me in the shadows like the rest of your backward coward cousins?”

Your eyes roll with the low blow. You’re so much better than your idiot cousins in every way and Arthur damn well knows that. He knows you’re the only one to match him, the only one he ends up head to head in heated, spitting arguments because you’re the one who can keep up. He also knows how much it makes you seethe to be compared to the bastards.

Your movements are quick, as to not have your neck slashed open, but somehow you manage to whack Arthur in the stomach with your elbow. The second plays out like an hour when you spin out from under his vice-like grip and manage to grasp your own hunting knife. It’s jabbed into Arthur’s side, but not before he can push his arm into your chest and pin you to the wall, his knife back on your neck.

Now, your chest is heaving against Arthur’s, the cold brick of the wall cooling your flushed back. It seems to have taken both of you considerable effort to dance around each other and end up like this, as you’re both fighting for breath. A defiant fire burns in your eyes as you look up at him, refusing to be the first to move or break this stalemate. Your knife presses firmer to Arthur’s side as the blade on your neck actually starts to steam.

“You know full well I don’t need to get you from behind, Morgan.” You spit, trying not to let Arthur’s distinct scent, that one that haunts you when you’re all alone, distract you. Instead you focus on the sensation of the sharp tip of Arthur’s hunting knife threatening to rip your skin again. This time, you barely flinch, not even breaking eye contact with the knife’s owner as it nicks you again. The cockiest smirk tugs on Arthur’s stubbled lip as his free hand reaches up to caress the origin of the sting.

“Oh, sure, you’re doin’ just great right now, princess…” A shiver rushes through your veins and runs down your spine when Arthur’s calloused finger swipes across your neck, spreading bright red blood in a line across the tendons. He brings the finger to his mouth, sucking the crimson clean off in one smooth movement. He actually moans, low and deep and you swear you can feel it in your cunt. The tiny cuts burn, but not as much as the scorched, invisible gash Arthur has left on you with his mere touch.

You can’t buckle, can’t for even a second rely on anybody else to keep you upright, especially not the enforcer of the gang your entire family practically devote themselves to the ruining of. So you put all your focus into not thinking about the heat pooling between your legs again, and you try to keep the strength in your limbs. It’s near impossible when he leans right into you, his lips a hair away from the lobe of your ear.

“Twice now I could’ve killed ya’. Slit that pretty little throat and watched the life drain from those big doe eyes… You’re losin’ your touch, little stray…” His breath on your skin is too much and you feel your instincts turning your head, but you can’t tell if it’s to get away from him or to further expose yourself. God, you hope it's the former. You’re terrified it’s the latter.

The cool metal is pulled away from your flushed skin, instead replaced by Arthur’s huge palm wrapping around your neck, his fingers winding upwards to cup your jaw and force your glare back to him. Arthur dips his head to the tiny patch of skin between your ear and jaw not covered by his grasp and, god help you, he sniffs. You can hear the growl catch in his throat as you do so and it takes everything you have to keep the gasp in your mouth. So much so that the grip around your knife falters, even if just for a second, letting the blade go slack against Arthur’s jet black shirt.

He chuckles, forcing you to realise your mistake and rectify it with an even stronger hold, “See? I bet I could have that knife clanging on these cobblestones before anybody would ever know we’re here…”

…oh?

Your pulse is pounding against Arthur’s palm and you’re sure he can feel it’s quickening as you realise exactly where this is going. It screams your true thoughts, those carnal, forbidden desires out to Arthur despite the demeanour of resistance you’re so desperately managing to cling onto. Your pulse is pounding in other places, too, and it’s making it ridiculously difficult to stay focused.

Your jaw opens and closes helplessly, mind racing to find a smug enough quip to rival Arthur’s annoyingly quick wit. You’re coming up empty, having to put all your energy into not collapsing into his weight and letting him have his way with you. Arthur’s thumb creeps up your jaw to caress your cheek, kneading the reddening flesh with a tenderness that juxtaposes everything about this moment. The fury burning in your stare, the hatred engrained in years of butting heads and foiled jobs and venomous words spat at each other. For as long as you’ve known of Arthur Morgan, he has kept this fire burning in you. It’s the anger, it’s the fury and the hatred and the venom and the tension… and…

And fuck if you’re not about to shatter at the hands of this man.

You’re squirming under Arthur’s grip, your legs starting to feel like jelly as his intense stare burns at your skin like glass on an ant. You don’t know when it becomes inevitable, maybe it’s when your lips part for his thumb to run over the bottom one, or maybe it’s when your tongue darts out to lick his pad, or maybe it’s when he smirks at you, dipping right next to your lobe and taking it between your teeth. It doesn’t matter when it becomes inevitable, only that it does. And oh, god, does it.

You’re both wordless, the sounds of the people of Saint Denis existing around you and two hot, panting breaths the only disruption from an otherwise silent air.

The knife returns to poke your cheek, leaving the faintest trace of your own blood on your skin as Arthur pulls the blade down your neck, chest and stomach. It’s featherlight, almost tickling until it reaches the crotch of your jeans and another gasp gets caught in your throat.

A single seam rips open.

With it, the smallest sound of the knife slicing the cotton becomes the loudest noise you’ve ever heard in your life. Arthur’s brow raises, and you hate that he gives you this second to back out. Even more so, you detest that you can’t seem to bring yourself to do it.

Arthur’s hand clamped on your throat, his knife physically warming at the heat he’s creating right between your legs, you mirror his expression, knowing speaking these three little words will be your undoing.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

There are two things you know about Arthur Morgan with absolute certainty: he never backs down from a challenge and he’s the out-and-out last person you should trust.

…so why does your composure never once falter as Arthur cuts the crotch of your jeans clean open in one swift, expert movement?

Each individual stitch tears effortlessly against the edge of the metal and you finally allow that gasp to escape you. The cold night air seeps through and clings to the wetness starting to soak the cotton of your underwear and you can feel the most furious blush alighting your skin. You’ve never felt so exposed, emotionally, as Arthur feels just how wet you are for him with a drag of his index finger up your covered slit, and physically, as he hooks said finger into the band of your panties, ripping them open effortlessly. At this, your cunt clenches around nothing and you have to stop yourself from crying out. You can’t lose your composure, won’t let him win even if you’re all but dripping down your own leg.

“Tsk tsk… All this for me, hm? I don’t think Uncle Colm would be all too happy to see what a mess you are for mean old Arthur Morgan…” He’s sneering, his teasing too much to bear, especially when considering both the angel and the devil sitting on your shoulders telling you to get the fuck out of here and definitely not-

“Are you gonna shut the fuck up and-”

You’re rendered unable to finish your demand, struggled out through Arthur’s grip, when two long, thick fingers plunge into your cunt and curl up inside you. You cry out, a strangled, pathetic sound before Arthur lets go of your throat and clamps a hand over your mouth instead. The rush of blood returning to your head sends you dizzy, mixing with the intensity of Arthur’s fingers oh so deep inside you to the point where it’s difficult to form coherent thoughts.

Good. Coherent thoughts are not what you need right now, for they would tell you that this is the worst decision you could possibly make right now and/or ever and you really don’t think you could make yourself stop right now.

You coil tighter and tighter each time Arthur pumps into you, trying in vain to stop the whines that vibrate the outlaw’s palm against your lips. You’ve never climaxed without some sort of clit stimulation, but you’ve also never been handled so… expertly. Arthur somehow knows you, inside and out as he pulls you right to the edge, pushing his fingers in as deep as they can go and tickling your walls with a come hither motion. In that moment, you’re sure you’d follow him to the ends of the earth… even if you’d shoot him there afterwards.

Your own weapon is still tightly fisted in your grip, still pressing against Arthur’s side because you cannot lose this bet, despite the fact that you’re seconds away from cumming all over one of his hands and have your jaw clamped into the flesh of the other. You’re watching him, seeing the ever so slight concentration tugging his brows together a little before his blue-green eyes, darkened by the shadows to the point of near-blackness, meet yours. It’s the most intense eye contact you’ve ever experienced and it washes over you like ice water.

Your jaw hurts from the force Arthur is applying to it and you feel so full even from just his fingers and when you’re sure you can’t take any more stimulation else you might break into pieces, you feel another inch slide into you and that cold metal press against the hood of your clit.

Because of course he hasn’t put the knife down.

Fucking Arthur fucking Morgan.

The pressure and the sensation of the cold on your clit hangs you over the edge like a damned man awaiting the gallows, and there's an excruciating moment that drags out a lifetime before your whole body is wracked with white hot pleasure and red hot pain pulling you apart at both ends. The very tip of the knife pokes at your inner thigh exposed by the large rip in the denim of your pants, but you can’t stop your legs shaking and pushing together. Your skin breaks just as you reach your pinnacle and you feel both sensations everywhere. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, opposing forces at war in your very being, leaving splattered crimson on your leg and tear tracks on your cheeks.

You don’t even realise you’ve dropped the damn knife, the clatter echoing around the alleyway over your mewls and the downright obscene sounds of Arthur working your soaked cunt through your high, fingers pumping in and out of you.

It’s over with the force of a wave cresting and crashing. Blood rushing in your ears, you whimper when he slides his fingers out of you and follow his gaze downwards when he begins to chuckle again. He’s looking down at your knife, long discarded on the floor, and he’s smirking that smirk that makes you want to smack it right off his face.

Arthur’s eyes drag from your weapon back to you, raking them over your whole body as he releases his clamp on your mouth. Air rushes to fill your lungs and you stretch out your jaw to ease the ache. He looks so fucking smug, especially when he lifts his hand to his mouth, inserting the two fingers he just had inside you past his lips. When he removes them with a tiny pop, he holds his knife up to catch the nearby street lamp. The tip is scarlet, shimmering through sticky blood, but the blade itself is covered in your slick.

“Looks like I win…”

Fuck.

The regret is creeping around the corner, ready to set in and have you running down the street away from the man you hate most in the world, but just before it does, Arthur grasps your cheeks again, forcing your jaw open and squeezing until there’s no room in your mouth for your tongue and you have to stick it out. It trembles, suspended in the tiny space between you and Arthur until he lifts the blade and runs the smooth edge over the muscle. You taste the metallic tang of your own blood and the sweetness of your juices mixing together. It’s lewd and carnal and disgusting and so fucking hot you could just cum on the spot.

“Ah, see? You can be a good girl when you wanna be, can’t you? Cleanin’ up your mess…”

But you can’t. Not again, at least… You have to get out of here, away from this fucking devil in disguise who just made you cum quicker than you’ve ever cum in your life.

But you can’t think straight, can’t even hold yourself up, really, the rough brick of the wall behind you burning the back of your neck from the weight you’re putting into it when Arthur lets go of you completely. You hate that you feel the lack of his touch burning you worse than acid. You have to go. Now.

“I… I have to…”

But Arthur isn’t listening. He’s already unzipping his pants, the shadow of his cock branding down his thigh.

“Oh no, I don’t think so. I’ve gotta get my prize, don’t I?”

Oh god.

You have to craft an expression of distaste, cannot under any circumstance let on that you can’t think of anything you want more in this moment. The distaste shatters quickly, however, when Arthur sheathes his knife and pulls his hard, thick cock out of his jeans. It’s a fucking masterpiece, twitching and pulsing, his deep veins and rosy head practically entrancing you.

…until Arthur begins to palm his throbbing erection and his growl reminds you just who’s cock you’re all but drooling over.

“I ain’t a-“

But your protest is the next victim to die at the hands of the Van Der Linde as he grasps an ass cheek in each hand, effortlessly lifting you to your tiptoes so he can spear into you. He wastes no time or gentleness, invading you to the hilt first time. You’ve never felt so full. It’s almost too much, your sensitive nub still reeling from its first orgasm, but you take it like the most beautiful punishment you’ve ever experienced. You bite down onto your bottom lip to keep from screaming out, watching from the hidden shadows of the alley as a lawman walks past, completely unaware of the carnal sins of the flesh being committed just feet away from him.

That thought only winds you further and higher as Arthur’s hard, relentless thrusts pound deep into you. He’s hitting the same spot his fingers were curling up into only seconds ago every damn time, completely overwhelming you and stealing the breath from your lungs.

Arthur leans in close to the shell of your ear, “Oh, I bet you just fuckin’ love this, don’tcha princess? Little whore, comin’ undone like this just for me…”

“F-Fuck off-" you stutter out, barely managing to gasp for the air required to do so. You can’t finish your insult as calloused hands grip tighter onto your thighs and pick you up fully. It exposes you even more and allows a new angle for Arthur to fuck up into you and you see stars. You think your lip is bleeding from the way you’re biting on it, but you probably couldn’t count to ten right now. Who knows what’s going on around you when Arthur is so deep inside you.

You’re hurtling towards another orgasm even without the external stimulation, feeling everything. The lewd sensation of Arthur’s balls slapping against your ass, his fingernails digging hard into your fleshy thighs, the mixture of the both of you dripping down your leg and soaking your newly ripped jeans, the taste of your own blood filling your moaning, mewling mouth. All of it.

“Don’t fucking cum in me, Morgan, or I swear I’ll-”

“Shut up.” he demands, his grip on your legs moving to wrap them tight around his waist so that he can release one side and pin you to the wall by your throat. It shuts you up, alright, as you can barely manage the gasp ripped out of you when he uses his other hand to smack your ass hard. His thumb squeezes your neck in just the right place and your vision starts to blur, and just when you think you might black out, he thrusts up into you, gyrating his hips in a circular motion. The head of his cock feels like it’s massaging you, the pressure in your temples growing and the throbbing in your cunt intensifying to the point where it feels like the earth is shattering around you. Arthur is growling into your ear, your nails scratching deep marks into his neck, ripping open the skin every so often.

“Oh fuck, oh Arthur d-don’t stop, don’t fucking stop I-I-” Your voice is croaked but somehow you manage your demand, and Arthur obliges, continuing to spear you. His pelvis is grinding down on your clit in perfect time to the pulsing waves you feel all over and at one point you swear those orbs of light hanging above seem to dance around your vision. Your complete release comes at the same time as Arthur’s release of your neck, the blood rushing back through your veins and making everything feel distant.

Arthur’s grunts and moans vibrating against your ear guide you back to Earth, your tight cunt feeling that much fuller after its second climax of the evening. You know you can’t take much more. You’re a drooling, mumbling mess in his arms. Arthur lifts your chin, taking the weight of your head in his hand to force your eyes onto him as he thrusts in and out a final, intense, invasive, wonderful time.

He slips out of you just in time, his hot seed spilling out in between the two of you and splattering over your shirt. If you had enough pieces of your own mind to gather a coherent thought, you would probably be furious, but your tired limbs ache from being suspended for so long, the skin of your neck burning from the rough brick you’ve been forced against.

It’s the most gentle he’s been all night when he places you onto the floor, supporting your weight until your legs have enough integrity to do it themselves. You can hear the teeth of Arthur’s zip, feel the cold air on your exposed jeans as everything starts to sink in.

“Here.” Arthur grumbles, as if it’s the last thing in the world he wants to do is help you, but you just about manage to grab the jacket he throws at you. You’re speechless, that fire once fuelled by lust now holding pure fury and hatred. Hatred for Arthur and his stupid fucking smirk, fury for yourself for giving into him… and now here you are, tying Arthur Morgan’s jacket around your waist after fucking him in an alleyway, his spurs clicking against the cobblestone as he leaves you alone in the middle of Saint Denis.

…God fucking dammit.

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FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR FINALE PART 2 LIVEBLOG: SPOILERS AHEAD

ITS GAME TIME BABY! :D I'm so ready for this. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

Spoilers Under The Cut!

GOD their outfits are so fucking cool. I love their bullying of Brennan. it's so great I love it. I CANT BELIEVE THEY DIDNT TELL HIM thats so funny.

"I spent 217 dollars at Hot Topic" Real for that Siobhan.

I would have KILLED for Brennan in Emo Kid Clothes but alas. Some other time.

FABIAN'S ABOUT TO DO THE COOLEST FUCKING THING :DDD

MIRRORS??? MIRRORS?? ROMAENCE PARTNER APPEARANCE MAYBE??? MAYBE??? MAYBE??? It'd be so funny

That dice span for SO FUCKING LONG oh my god. The dice are FEELING IT today.

Fabian pushing Jace into the lava is maybe the funniest use of Brennan's own fucking encounter design against him. I love it.

18 D10???? EIGHTEEN??? INSANE.

"I served Rueben up a plate of redemption arc and he fucking cast a ninth level spell on it" is great.

"AHHH I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED A LITTLE BIT" beautiful final words for the duplicate

Ohhhh Jace is being HIVE-MINDED. He's just a minion. Damn.

WAIT. SO ONCE THE RAGESTARS ARE GONE, THEY COULD PROBABLY BE SAVED RIGHT??? Ratgrinders might get to go away, maybe?

Oh god if Kristen gets rage-starred they're seriously fucked,,, thank god it didn't happen.

MAZEY NOOOOOOOO.

"I mean I don't Hate it" NOT THE TIME FABIAN

They're already two people down [sobs]

OH MY GOD PORTER REALLY FUCKING HATES GORGUG HOLY SHIT. He's so fucking scary actually.

Oh god I'm so worried ANKARNA NOOOOOO

RIZ'S FUCKING PLAN IS INSANE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Murph the GENIUS YOU ARE. The fact that it did ONE HUNDRED AND SIX DAMAGE is absurd.

"VERY GOOD ON PAPER BUT NO PRACTICAL APPLICATION" OUCH!

SHE'S NOT EVEN RAGE-STARRED??? SHE WAS DOING THIS WILLINGLY?? HOLY SHIT MOST COMPELLING VILLAIN EVER. SHE REALLY IS JUST THAT FULL OF HATE. #1 HATER. I LOVE IT.

Mary-Ann CHOOSING to take the damage is absurd. We stan a dedicated queen.

Oh god three people down is worrying. I'm sure they'll pull through.

ANOTHER CLUTCH SCATTER FROM ADAINE!

God, Brennan's homebrew spell coming back to bite him is SO funny.

GET FUCKED JACE YOU LITTLE BITCH!

ARTHUR AGUEFORT'S CONTINGENCY MEASURE IS SO FUNNY.

Killing KLCK fucking over Jace and Porter is incredibly funny. Turns out Rage does not make for Good Planning.

LOWEST INT BITCHES AS YOUR LEADERS IS SO FUNNY

"I really can't I tried" GOD jace is such a stupid fucking sorcerer I love him.

Jace failing to Bigby's Hand Adaine into the lava and then fighting with Porter is amazing. Peak. ANOTHER CLUTCH NAT 20 FOR GORGUG! The gym really is pulling things off for them.

"He just rolled a 4" in the most defeated voice ever is so fucking funny. This is what happens when half your villain party has shitty strength.

"eat this gizard and get the fuck up" God I love Brennan's random ass magic items. It's great.

"You might still be trapped in a Burning Elmville with a raging giant" So an average Tuesday in Solace?

Honoring the Cock and Getting a Nat 1- the Dimension 20 Way

Fig's tricky little Shatter is my favorite tactic in her toolbox. And her getting 40 damage of shatter is ABSURD, even if her rolling them one by one is nerve-wracking.

SIXTY-NINE FIRE DAMAGE :D

SO IF BUDDY COMES BACK HE JUST FUCKING DROPS STRAIGHT INTO THE LAVA??

BAKUR BABY!!!!!!! LET'S HOPE HE'S NOT EVIL!

He doesn't have his own mini so he's basically just That Guy

Bakur might choose to join either side so let's see :eyes eyes eyes:

GOD I love Fabian and his clutch rolls. BAKUR and ALLIES!

SQUEEEEEEEM!!! FUCK YEAH!! SQUEEM! AND HE BROUGHT THE CORTADOS. BALTHAZAR'S BACK!!!!! HOLY SHIT??? I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU BUT I LOVE YOU!

YOU GOT YOUR HEALS! GET A CORTADO AND JOIN THE PARTY SQUEEEEM!

Mary-Anne rolling a nat 1 is so funny i'm losing it. Clutch ass cutting words. The Hangman is winning!

Fabian and Mazey are SO cute. They deserve the fucking world. ITS ALL LOVE NOW!!!!

The value of protective anger,,,, the strength of love and light and the desire to combat those who would hurt the ones you love,,, Brennan Lee Mulligan you are a genius

ANOTHER K2 BLIMEY NAT 20??? THE DICE ARE THE REAL HEROES OF THIS STORY. It's fucking. It's so fucking funny. I'm literally crying.

Zac in the DM's seat again is making me laugh so hard.

Brennan actually packing up behind them is so funny. He's really committed to the bit.

"She's about to become a normal person" this is actually tragic when you think about it. Luckily, K2 is in a comedy show, so it's going to be funny instead.

"This spell is MEANT to be comedic" yeah it's literally a fucking snowman.

OH MY GOD. CASSANDRA MADE K2 A REAL PERSON???? HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOME PINOCCHIO LEVEL BULLSHIT IM ECSTATIC. OR LIKE, FROSTY THE SNOWMAN???

"Unsleeping City K2???" I WANT THIS

K2 is now a human cleric and she's fucking real. Holy shit she's fucking real.

GOD THE MOMENT WITH CASSANDRA AND BAKUR IS SO FUCKING COOL.

BALTHAZAR GOT FUCKING DISINTEGRATED [sobs] GOODBYE SWEET MAN WHO NEVER DOES ANYTHING. THE MOST CRINGEFAIL MAN EVER

Oh god the Bad Kids are fucking down again :sobs:

"We're just collecting Barbarians" I love that <3 Barbarians Only

Mazey is definitely an honorary bad kid <3 Epic crits and clutch heals for all!

Fabian and Gorgug have gone down SO MUCH. It's incredible how they keep fucking pulling themselves back up. They are truly living on the edge.

We're halfway through the episode and I am very excited and also a little nervous.

OH THANK GOD SANDRA LYNN'S FINE! :D It's also nice to see Lydia and Ragh! :D

I love how Fig immediately calls back to her mom to help. They're the family ever.

GOD Jawbone's full mini is so fucking cool.

BRENNAN YOU CAD WHERE'S AYDA???????

"All I have to do is be dead and I can roll anything" should be printed on a dice holder FOR SURE

THE FUCKING AGENT IS HERE??? IM LOSING IT

BAXTER IS FIGHTING PORTER??? OH MY GOD

Lydia's wheelchair sliding is actually so fun. I love Brennan taking into account wheelchair physics for his combat. It's always nice to see.

GORGUG HAS A FUCKING FLASHBANG?????? ONCE AGAIN GORGUG'S ABILITIES COME IN CLUTCH.

"is this Justice? Is this a New Dawn?" GOES SO FUCKING HARD???? ADAINE YOU ARE THE COOLEST

BAKUR BACK TO HIS HIGH ELF SELF!!!!

EVERYONE'S GETTING A DIVINE INTERVENTION????? HOLY SHIT.

HOLY SHIT FABIAN DID IT???? FUCK THATS SO COOL. FABIAN, A PROTECTOR, ALONGSIDE ADAINE. THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS!

Mazey and Fabian are so sweet. I want them to be in love forever do you hear me???? YOU HEAR ME???

"All the ways you've protected people is what makes you cool" GOD MAZEY GETS IT. FABIAN HAS SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE.

Ankarna, sitting in the bottomless pit; THAT BOY DESERVES TO BE WITH HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. LET ME RISE UP!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH ANKARNA LIVES. SHE FUCKING SLAYS!!! SHE SLAYYYYYYYYYS

Jace getting fucking arrested is the funniest ending for a villain in this show. ITS NOT EVEN THE REAL JACE.

"I WAS HILDA HILDA THE WHOLE TIME!" EMILY THE COMEDIAN THAT YOU ARE!

God this battle was so cool it really did a lot for the Bad Kids as characters.

All of the scenes in the ether were SO GOOD. They really show how strong they've grown, and the strengths of their heart. Their desire to look ahead is built into them, and I love it.

"rebellion without a new dawn to look forward to is just cynical"

"where's the fucking cat" KRISTEN YOU'RE SO FUCKING FUNNY

SQUEEM AND BALTHAZAR HUNTING KALINA IS GREAT

"bring back everyone but Kipperlilly"

"No, just Mary-Ann"

The Bad Kids are great, Funniest people ever, 10/10

"Juicy God Gossip" is such a funny line. Another t-shirt I want.

GOD DAMN IT ARTHUR AGUEFORT WHY ARE YOU JUST NOW SHOWING UP

FORGIVEN, HE BROUGHT AYDA BACK, WE ARE WELL. God their reunion was perfect it was so sweet. And Adaine and Ayda also had a really good moment.

Arthur Aguefort is the single funniest character Brennan has ever written.

Kristen Applebees is going to be the president! HOLY SHIT!

YOLANDA AND LUCY ARE BACK!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!

RATGRINDERS REDEMPTION ARC!!! So they were ALL just possessed. This is a good ending.

Oisin and Ivy should hopefully have a terrible senior year :3

Mary-Ann is so funny and earnest and sweet and I seriously love her. I hope she has a wonderful senior year and nothing bad ever happens to her ever again. ENEMIES TO LOVERS GORGUG AND MARY-ANN WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

Is Gorgug's type just barbarians who can kill him????

GOD all of them are so fucking funny.

Kristen as a Pantheon Type Cleric makes SO MUCH SENSE!!!

Riz switching to tea and embracing change is beautiful. He's so fucking strong. "whatever you choose to do, you're going to be good at it" I love his relationship with his mom so much.

Adaine's mom is being a little bastard in the Nightmare Forest? That's going to be fun to follow up on if they ever do.

"i'd take them to get you" made me SOB. They're THE SISTERS EVER.

"we know what its for, we don't have to talk about it, it wasn't great" IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. Realest teenager moment ever.

HIS MOM SHOWS UP??? CRYING LAUGHING

HOLY SHIT FABIAN'S GRANDAD IS BACK!!

FABIAN's MOM IS ACTUALLY PREGNANT [screaming] THATS SO FUNNY

HIS INFANT SIBLING IS LITERALLY THE NEWEST NEMESIS IM CRYING

"Do you ever talk to Jawbone about any of this?" Mazey's gonna learn her new boyfriend has NO CHILL.

FOUR GOD PANTHEON???? That's going to be SO FUN!!!

Tracker and her girlfriend broke up I'm losing it.

GERTIE DECLARED KRISTEN HER NEMESIS I'm SCREAMING thats so funny. I mean it was intensely funny. It is a bit fucked up she led Gertie on, but that's teenagers for you.

GORGUG AND FIG ARE SO SWEET I'M SOBBING. GORGUG'S GIFTS ARE ADORABLE. THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER.

The Thistlesprings are the Most Adoring Parents Ever I love them so much. PROFESSOR THISTLESPRING ARC???? I REALLY HOPE THAT HAPPENS.

"maybe next year i'll be the bad guy?" ARTHUR AGUEFORT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.

AYDA AND FIG MOMENT. I LOVE HOW INTENSE AYDA IS. THE GIRLFRIENDS EVER.

Oh my god the Complicated Women Podcast I'm screaming. I love how Sandra Lynn talks about it.

Fig's going to be SUCH a good big sister. Hopefully Fig can help Fabian handle things.

GOD the Hunter's Mark from Sandra Lynn to make sure she can always find her daughter is so sweet. They're the cutest ever.

"Maybe she can just trust that they'll be friends outside of school" GOD I LOVE THAT. Fig is THE BARD EVER.

THE AUTOMATONS HUNTING FIG IS SO FUNNY.

Ayda connected the Bottomless Pit with Leviathin and I'm just sobbing. Her point about learning was so strong and brilliant I love it.

"it's hot tub time!" - GOD THATS SO FUNNY

OH MY GOD BAKARATH IS REAL???? AND KALINA???? THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY. IS BAKARATH GOING TO BE THE FINAL BOSS OF A FUTURE SEASON???

That ending was amazing and I had such a good time. It's bittersweet, but I'm happy I was here. GO BAD KIDS!!

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy liveblog #d20 spoilers

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vsyrworld · 1 year ago

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charlos drama after controversial twitter reye's created.. here is my shots

charlos (charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr)

M for kissing

anggsstt, drama, singapore gp, the iconic marina bay pool, comitment talks, (carlos parents are trash here sorry)

-- "Zero" inspired by (born to die lana del rey lyrics)

two week before singapore gp

turns out, they didn't go to singapore earlier as they planned to do. carlos flew back to spain with his parents, leaving charles alone in hotel room with a complex feeling. internet has been speculating lately, about how... how charles' image as too nice, too friendly, too happy-- accusation spiraling around that it is just a facade.

charles still laying down on his bed , carlos' bed, that is long cold. he waits and scroll, scroll again through infinity thread.

'what the fuck is wrong with carlos' he thoughts.

or maybe they didnt like him as much as carlos do. maybe whatever this thing between him and carlos is wrong. maybe nico rosberg words true though, he speaks his jealousy.

is he? is charles jealous of carlos? the realization sinking deeper into charles heart and mind. he didn't-- but at same he is- but carlos never been in monza podium before so it's fair. and charles is truly , beamingly, happy to see his teammate on top of monza. he is not jealous, no charles is capable enough to separate on off the track.

but does carlos? is he really mad or just mad, or annoyed that charles pushed him hard? carlos said he didn't enjoyed the battle, he watched the cooldown video,

didn't like it but the race was good. carlos didn't like it.

he gulped his own saliva and feel the tears start forming at his eyes. charles bring his forearm to cover his face, curling at the side where carlos' slept, the bedsheet is no longer warm, carlos scents on thin air, he barely can smell it anymore.

'are you mad at me?' 10.30 AM

he typed to carlos and it seems his boyfriend already on the plane. charles sighed and goes into his slumber before any of tears streaming down into his sleep.

one week before singapore gp

carlos didn't reply his message. charles put down his phone and stares into his kitchen wall,

"what are you going to wear during the karting? should i use long sleeve or t'shirt is fine?" there is a similiar voice shouting at him from living room.

charles' finger twitch to send another message. it is so rare that carlos forget to reply his messages, as far as he knows charles name is always on the top in his chatroom.

when is your flight to singapore?

i haven't prepare my flight you know... just in case

well, let me know! i'm available after jules' karting race! (sent 07.00 AM)

and now it's already lunch time. arthur rumaging his clotes, go back and forth towards living room and kitchen, find something to fill the stomach before touching down the track

"Bro!"

"What?!" Charles jumped at his brother.

"You are out of space again. Come on! we had race to go!"

ah yes., karting for jules is held today and the reason why charles standing in the kitcen because...

he blinks at his brother as arthur raised his eyebrow,

"you won't cook pasta for us right? i choose to not eat a whole day rather than to eat yours" he said before storm away to his own room.

what was it again? oh right, he need to toss the pasta, well yep shit, it's dry now. carlos used to pour a cream milk and hot water to the pasta while adding some herbs, that is what make the pasta so chewy and tender. so he grabs a glass and pouring the amount of water then a milk, letting it simmer until he felt the texture is just right.

he hummed at his creation. savory and creamy. the spices kicked his mouth deliciously. maybe for carlos, it's too spicy. but it doesn't stop him cooking for charles, every night, every little chance they had, it always goes like: carlos with grill pan and the steak smokes all around him while charles sitting down the counter, ready to annoy him with sauce or eating the dish, making carlos snarked then they will bantering with each other. lucky for charles, sometimes carlos could fuck him over this counter, letting his come painted the walls or some of them might be decorating their food. carlos said it's delicious anyway, charles might think it gross but what's the different than getting swallowed a whole?

he chuckled at his own thought, and remember something

right, he missed carlos.

"your cooking skill is improving"his maman takes a bite out of nowhere

charles grins sheepishly, "i have the best teacher"

his mom, always like an angel, smile and nods, telling him a goodjob. charles haven't say anything about his relationship, but somehow, his mom gives him a secret smile and charles didn't know how to reply it.

singapore gp week

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

12 PM, in the pool. just two of us.

charles breath hitched as a new message from carlos comes like a bolt of lightning. it's wednesday evening and charles started to worry if they will never talk about this. but patient always has it's own rewards.

charles stunned to watch the marina bay building from his car.

"your room is in level 16, number 5"

marina bay is beautiful

"charles?" his trainer voice slightly become annoyed because charles lost in his own world.

"where's carlos?" he said while still looking up to the building.

andrea sighed, "just a couple room closer to you. come on get moving charles, we've been here for thousand time and yet you still starstrucked looking at the building like a newborn baby" he says grumply before taking charles luggage out of the car

charles hummed, but it's true. singapore become more beautiful each year. andrea doesn't understand how beautiful singapore is to charles. and he thinks about the secret they kept in this country, sounds like an exclusiveness, charles loves it. he wonders if carlos feels the same.

so it is time to meet him then.

marina bay pool, midnight

carlos already sitting on the pool only with his swimming trunk when charles came to the highest floor. carlos and citylight infront of him, glorious, carlos and race track, magnificent, carlos gives him a side glance to him, endearing.

he smiled at his own idea before standing up beside him and

--a massive splash from the pool like slamming down by a whale

"ppfttt cahlos!" charles, soaked like a cat, still wearing full pajamas clothes. it not fair, he groans while looking at carlos who laughed at him.

"baby" carlos try to reach charles waist but before he could grasp any hems of charles's strings, the monegasque jump over and drowning both of them.

carlos wraps his arms in his waist, meanwhile charles hands find a grips in carlos' shoulder. they gave up and swim up to the surface.

he didnt know if he should laugh or take a breath first but they did both at the same time and ended up coughing. so so stupid.

"don't" charles gasping for a breath but still anchoring himself to carlos' neck

his teammate laughed and bring him into a soft kiss.

"charles," finally. oh charles want to cry.

he cradles carlos face with both of his hands, fingers trails the sculpture of his lover face, so hurried as if this moment will be gone in a flash. he missed him so much its hurts.

"charle-" carlos tries to speaks between the messy kisses but charles having none of that

stupid carlos left him hanging just after they sleep together. he hates carlos who run away and comeback as nothing happen.

"charles"

"non" he keeps kissing kissing his lips until it felt raw, fresh from their exchange saliva and carlos moans against him.

"you." charles ending the kiss by caging carlos head with both of his hands. "left me!" green versus brown, and charles sure he looks menancing now because how carlos brown eyes looking at him earnestly soft, innocent, afraid to be hurt.

despite his annoyance, carlos replies it with a sad gaze and a whimper. he closed their gaps in the water by pushing charles into pool side and hugs him close.

just right them, the race track is shining and splendid. the glows from track lights illuminating through the sky

they stayed in each other embrance in a damn long time, charles thought, did carlos booking the place so only two of them allowed to be this intimate?

he brought his finger to cradles carlos' hairs, "you cut it short"

only replied by a hummed against charles' neck. carlos snuggled closer into charles' skin

"what?" he decide to ask

"how many..." carlos sound unsure, " what did you see on internet?"

so this is it. charles gulped down, hands never leaving the thick locks that somehow shorter than before.

"everything..." he brushed carlos's spine up and down, "everything and it so unecessary. but..."

"but?" carlos fingers sinking deeper into a flesh of his waist

"i hate the way you treat me. just left me. it's dumb carlos, you make me feel dumb"

a silence occurs for a minutes, "it's complicated" carlos said. he cranes his neck to meet charles gaze that not looking at him, but to the scenery behind them.

"how so" charles asked him without spare a glance, "how could you say that when you also put me in a complicated situation?"

he watched carlos's face become more confusing than before, is he really?

"what do you mean"

'oh mamamia" charles giving him a tsk and carlos clearly grunts at his answer.

"you really jealous of me having my first podium in monza? charles you are unbelieveble--" carlos fingers are no longer in his waist. he whines at the coldness of water splashing against his body

"not that point" charles cuts him, " if you didn't like it why don't you just say it? if you can't say to the media, why not be honest to me? why would you need to be like 'oh the race was good but i didn't like it' at the same time you also say 'i enjoy the race, battling with charles is good', when you actually felt it wasnt!" he throws his arms into his side, making the water splashing everywhere

he doesn't dare see carlos eyes, he might cry, or maybe he is already. because he felt a warm water stings into his eyes, or maybe it just a splash of caporite.

"why you didn't say anything to me. people accusing me that i'm the one who lies to the media meanwhile i'm actually really like it and having fun. i'm so happy for your podium because you fucking deserve it the whole weekend. and they still said things like that-- and and " he is rambling too much but carlos let him to continue,

"and your mom, the twit, it doesn't make anything better!" charles gasped, " and i need you that time. i need you to convince me, to tell me that us is okay, but you are gone, you... you left and i don't know am i did wrong. does your family dislike me that much? is whatever we are having this right now, is wrong?!"

"charles hey" carlos cupped his cheek and it's a wet mixture between pool water and tears

charles shutted his eyes, it's stings and hurts in many different way, he tends to overthink so much and carlos is the one who often calm his racing thoughts but he wasn't , not at particular two weeks before singapore.

🎶Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

"is me loving you, consider as a sin?"

carlos grips his face tighter, "charles!" his voice rough, disliking charles thought

it doesn't get better

"loving you when we are f1 driver is already hard!" he wriggles from carlos touch', but carlos held him firmly

charles brought his own hands to his eyes, palms against the eyelids desperatedly, and his voice becoming wavery as he speaks up,

"why you don't make it easier for me, to loving you as a person?"

"why carlos?" he lets carlos to see his vulnerabilty. when he opens his watery eyes, charles was shocked because carlos sheds more of tears, leaking down from both of his puppy brown eyes.

"don't say things like that"

charles was so stunned seeing his teammates cried so he completly blank as carlos brings his face closer for a deep kiss

he tasted a salty tears, the lashes are heavy with droplets. charles gasping for carlos's tounge and it sets firmly inside him. carlos brings his hand to brush against charles eyes,

"im sorry" he could hear carlos whimpers against the kiss

"im sorry, im sorry" carlos pulled away from his lips and goes into charles' nose, "im sorry, charles", and a drop on where his dimples used to rest, "i'm so stupid, i'm sorry" then settle it long on charles' forehead, "sorry, shalrs"

"carlos" charles look at his eyes and found carlos hiding something from him.

"sorry, i..." he stutterd as fingers shaking against charles' cheek. charles covers carlos' hands with his own, smoothering his hair hands slowly until the finger stop shaking.

"i'm serious being with you.about this. about us" carlos breath against him. then he let out a chuckled

"i've been thinking about the future how will i purposed you, how big or small our wedding goes, and yet here i am being so stupid that i can't even understand you, be with you, convince you that i love you."

charles stunned at carlos confession, "married..? you want to--"

carlos chuckled in his own tears, "my parents, they don't fancy you, but i'm hunderth percent sure it's because we are still teammates. they used to be like that to lando too, but not as severe to you." charles still eyeing him closely, seeing how carlos scrunched his face, preventing tears to spilled

his brows furrowed, "i swear i tried talk to my mom but she doesn't listen. yes, i didn't like it how you are pushing me hard while i'm defending but i'm also having fun. so so much. that's why i said that to media, i-- i want to tell you but things happen and my parents urge me to come home together and..."

"and you didn't replied to any of my text" charles said it bitterly

"yeah" carlos losen up his grips then settle down on his arms.

"i was..."

"its okay" charles sighed,

"charles. no, it's not okay. i made you questioning your feelings. i made you feel dumb" carlos is now looking at him shakingly, like... like he is a murder of someone or spill some ferrari secret to media.

but charles thinks about many possibilites of their position now. which is zero for them to come out as a couple. it is not a strategical condition from the team where they are still have a poor perfomance, it is not beneficial for carlos because of his on hold contract, and still controversial for their sponsors.

zero.

"but what does it takes? you can not just marry me here without our parents knowing. even so, i still can't hold your hands in public. i never had a chance to do a proper date with you!"

"are you breaking up with me?"

charles groans at carlos dumb answer, "seriously?! you think i'm that easy to give up !?"

carlos whinced, "no..."

"stupid" he huffed and looked away from carlos. thought lost at singapore citylights. they are supposed to having fun, it's singapore. their country, their history starts here. and yet... their downs choose to happen in this place too. charles smiled a little in his heart, knowing their hardship growing in singapore too. because he knows, love is not enough as the road get tough. it needs a communication. requires strong believes and commitment.

"i am sorry, please don't give up on us." carlos tugs charles arms and without further do, charles melt to the embrace.

fighting on track against carlos is exhausting but fighting off the track with carlos is more mentally worn-out.

"how about you?" charles asked, mumbling his face against carlos' neck

"i'll make it up for you. let's have a city tour right now. i heard there is night market that is very delicious."

charles blinks twice, right now? "date right now? like,, this in the midnight?"

he felt a warm washing his body, "yes charles. right now. lets go somewhere. we have plenty place to explore in singapore." carlos, for the first time they meet again, giving him a fond smile.

"but, people will see us. your parents must be watching you--"

"fuck them. i want to be with you. to spend a proper couple date with you."

charles could feel another tears building again but now, it's a happy one. one step being in public. slow but sure.

"okay" he breathes out. "help me change my clothes please?" charles wiggle his brows, creating a laughter from carlos

🎶Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

sooner or later the world will now about them. sooner or later, charles will happy showing of the golden band that sit comfortable in his fourth finger. sooner or later he can walk hand in hand with carlos. but right now, the public only see their shoulder brushing against each other while they walked in orchid pedestrian street. carlos' parents might be seen the picture of his son feeding up charles the best kaya toast he ever tasted. later in the morning, rupert and andrea will scold them for sneaking out the hotel like a petulant child.

but above them all, singapore has witnessing their love oath. the country saw laughter, kisses, and tears they shared. five years ago they present themself to each other and singapore was watching them

and now, it is become the only secret they shared together. is sort of an exclussiveness. charles and carlos decide to keep it longer for a moment. and when they ready to state it publicly, singapore have to be the only place. it is.

born to die by lana del rey just a charlos masterpiece

#Jkakdlwjdkwnlsnsksbwkskkw #WHAT IS THIS #I WROTE THIS SAD WTF I DIDNT #charlos #1655 #THIS IS SO RUSHED BUT I CANT GET OUT THIS OF MY MIND #BYEEEEEEE GUYS #singapore gp is rent free in my head #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #c2 #my fics

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khaleesiofalicante · 8 months ago

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hi dont mind me , i am writing this just after reading the chapter and with swollen eyes with how much i cried for other max, fuck this is worse than the last two chapters, i havent cried this much ever. you have such a brilliant mind i love it.

also i loved magnus in this chapter as well. as well as rafe it seems so much easier to understand them once you see the consequence of lucifer. also

also wtf was wrong with alec, like pointing an arrow is one thing but shooting a version of your kid, wow wasnt max supposed to be his fav technically like a bit biased not saying fav fav. i mean i get it, rafe is his kid of that timeline who is being threatened but shooting max was a bit too much for me from alec. i get it they dont completely understand max but atleast try to see from his side. i knew since arthur died and other max didnt tell it was all part of the plan and lance was aiming to be dead as per him. but it was a bit weird that magnus was more worried about the general health of his kids than alec (which idk just makes him colder to his kids, like almost superficial in a sense, u know what i am not making sense, its 1:36 am ist rn and i have just cried since 12 am bc of this chapter) but i know i am feeling a general sense of disappointment for alec generally in this chapter and like the whole fic in gen and not bc of other things just his take on well being(which used to be my fav thing abt him) which rafe often seems to be more in tune with than alec and yes i know he isnt the main character but idk why this got stuck i have just finished reading it literally so i will come back and write more about other max)

but anyways this was such a good hauntingly beautiful chapter. i loved it really so much. I think it was our max that went thro to the portal so when max came to he was in the changed timeline of whatever max did ? i think. my heart just went out for other max and what he had to deal with, like david suicide was something i saw coming but baby max doesnt deserve all the bad things happening to him in any universe, i knew there was a reason he has always been my fav even when he is annoying. like even in canon like cassie universe, since i started the books from 4th tmi book and then finished the whole series, max was literally the first character i knew of after the tmi novel like outside of his characters and i loved the little blueberry character since the start, always, (maybe also why alec's behaviour stuck odd to me, bc i love his and max relationship so much) bten has always been my fav story( again the alec-max relationship my fav). i literally bought my first tsc novel to be ttosa for him, just for his story ( and bane chronicles bc magnus being a fav is a canon event) i love him so much. bless just let him be alive and happy to some extent dani, that is all i ask

If it is any consolation, I cried a lot writing that chapter too. LIKE A LOT.

About Alec - I think it was a very Alec think to do. If you notice, he was the only one who was sceptical of Other Max - WHICH IS GOOD. This man could be Lucifer for all they know and one of them needed to be rational (i feel the shooting was very much reactional than intentional). But yes, among the LB fam, alec is the rational one and i think his reaction to Other Max, including the "how do we know you are saying the truth" is very practical of him. (i am a lbaf alec defender byeeee)

We don't actually know if Max changed the canon event. All we know is that Other Max didn't. If he did, he'd remmeber it.

Love all the love for Max. He is truly the bestest ;)

#lbaf

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makahimetenshi · 10 months ago

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Two separated ways - Chapter 6 - Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor x Paladin Danse Fallout 4 Fanfic

Ok back to the normal programming, here comes the next chapter! And I have two more already written

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

He may be getting obsessed lately.

But it was because he couldn’t have her.

She has gone on a mission, a mission she presented a folder for some other elders a while ago.

To restore Paradise Falls and do it a shopping mall again. Argumenting that the buildings were still in good conditions.

In custody of the brotherhood of steel of course.

Her business were always related to the resources she had, in the commonwealth with Nukatown, the minutemen, in DC, the brotherhood of steel.

Its been weeks since they see each other, how they were going to make a baby if she was away? Ah…does he really wants a baby? With her? He knew he wanted to see her…This was part of her plan surely. But that folder was summited months ago…but she surely plan the dates even…she is smart…

He wanted to see her, that’s for sure.

So contrary to everything he always do, he took a ventibird to go there, a ride to paradise falls, after all he was a elder, he can go outside the fucking Citadel to supervise if he wanted. After all he was always inside a cage, call it the Prydwen or the Citadel, to not risk his security and lineage because he was the last one.

It was a good exercise anyway, lets check on first hand if the Sentinel management and operations were as good as everyone talked.

No preparation, no alert, no announcement or previous warning that the elder was moving there. The security had to be top excellence anyway.

So when he arrived and the ventibird landed in the middle of the camp. Danse greet him in first hand.

-Elder, good to see you –the paladin help the elder to come down and move him away from the bustle of the ventibird.

-I didnt know you were here –said a very surprised Arthur, but its true, the man goes where she goes despites everything.

-I detailed it in the folder –said a very surprised paladin walking by the man.

-Yeah that’s why I remark the importance of the summarys –he said hitting on the other man arm- surprise me

-You are here for other reason

-Give me a tour –the paladin rolled his eyes but okay he was his boss more than his old friend- I read the title of the folder and have only a general idea

-Well –he grasped a bit his throat and started walking- with now the area secured with Brotherhood troops we have now merchants and caravans cleaning the place up, this fences are all unnecessary, same with the trash and debris, it’s a pretty heavy work but the idea is to make a polo of commerce for people to rent tents and shops, not very different from what it was before, but without slaves

Something sound wrong in the back of his mind

-And what kind of technology are we securing here…? –after all, the mission of the brotherhood wasn’t charity, was to recover old technology and they shouldn’t forget that again.

A feminine but strong voice interrupted him from behind.

-The MDPL-21 Power Station, WKML Broadcast Station, SatCom Array NN-03d, Broadcast Tower LP8, MDPL-13 Power Station and more importantly the Train Tunnel –Arthur smiled on the insides, of course the Train Tunnel to Pittsburg, why it didn’t surprise him

Before she say anything spicy, Danse spoke –its all detailed in the folder, sir

She seems…angry…but it was good to see again.

-I just don’t see any special here in particular

-Any building without the rooft falling its special for our soldiers to rest without the fear of getting crushed in their sleep…elder

Again Danse interrupted, fearing that she would ruin it in front of the elder

-The distances between The Pitt and the citadel are too big, we need a second base in between for the ventibirds to stop by and do maintenance, also, like the sentinel said, the locations with antennas and radios around here could be very useful

Arthur cant keep his eyes from the upset woman, and she was growing annoyed by it.

-And why do we need the collaboration with the caravans and merchants?

-It all detailed in the fol –Danse kick on her boots and stop her

-Defense purposes mostly, with our shortage in soldiers the collaboration with the caravans wanting to protect their goods…

-This place has a lot of open points –state Nora, more pissed than the elder wished-Paladin please give the elder a tour, explain him the purposes of each building once they are cleaned up, Im helping the scribes with the inventory of the infirmary

Well that didn’t go well.

The old bowling center was going to be a shopping for merchants. The liquor bar was still on discussion because well half of the first floor and some walls were collapsed despite being cleaned up for use, rare from raiders. The velmas could still be an infirmary or a clinic, yes. The old cinema was in pretty good state and it was going to be the brotherhood barracks indeed. The big boy building was still on discussion since it needed a lot more work than another builders and the old coffee shop was going to be a barn, end of discussion, no people there.

When they walked by the new infirmary she look like very…concentrated with the scribes.

Working.

He breath in at that vision but quickly Danse moved them both out of there to keep the tour.

Its true, the place needed much work, but the trash was quickly moving out with the work of the citizens

-For the sentinel its crazy how much vehicles still have gas and can explode if you shoot at them so the first thing we did when arriving was draining all from fuel, we have a few gallons for ventibird emergencys –that counted like securing old tech, good work- the cars will stay, they are good protection in case of…

-A riot

-I see you got it, the troops of the brotherhood will prevail in weapons and protection at all times, no matter who the tenants or clients of the place are. The most important task its to clean up the trash and debris for now

-I didn’t see any bed in the cinema, you said that place are barracks.

-That’s because the Sentinel its saving it for something, I think she wants to use the projector to actually make it a cinema again since its functional, if that’s the case our brotherhood building will be the bowling center because it has a nice basement but right now we are sleeping everywhere, taking turns to protect the place from the Deathclaws from Old Olney we see from far. Theres 15 of us here but since the merchants are working in the place we don’t feel in danger

-I should talk with the sentinel, this is an awful organization for our soldiers to sleep and rest and its been two weeks since you arrived here

-Its work field Arthur –said a very stranged Danse, he was the first to critize Nora for anything he doesn’t agree but this was strange from the elder- its always like this

-Our troops can’t be scattered everywhere between strangers…

-We work with what we have –Danse stop for a second and look at him disturbed- don’t you remember your days as knight?

-Of course I do but I don’t think this differentiate us from the common citizens and townspeople of the wastelands

-This is taking a lot of work, real work, physical work, like when we cleaned up the airport for the arrival of the Prydwen in the commonwealth. It looked awful for a lot of time until it started to actually look good –geez he would really step on to defend her methods.

-You weren’t there when we did that work

-Because you send me on a retcom team remember? –said Danse biting his tongue, the elder was really getting with his nerves- and so I meet Nora there

Arthur can see something in his gaze. She was the light of his life. The way she talks about her. How he defended her.

Then why he never accepted her?

This was weird.

What they were up to? He said he will always reject her. And Nora said she surrender.

-I still want to talk to the sentinel –he stated, calm.

-Have you forgotten your days of work field? This is always like this at first but with hard work it will get better

-Paladin –he repeated, calm- I wish to talk to the sentinel

He may be right anyway, he forgot how precarious and hostile everything was outside the commodities of his last name, his knight days were very very away, after all he was named elder at a very early age.

Danse stood in silence for a moment, then breath out, sighting.

-I think she is in the cinema right now.

-Ill go by my own, thanks, you are dismissed

When Arthur walk inside the cinema, he found the woman sitting next to the projector, playing with a box.

-Why are you here elder? –she ask, looking between old films to check if the movie tapes were too damaged.

-Are you upset? –ask the man behind her, walking slowly.

-I don’t like to be questioned when im following a very careful and studied schedule

- I am neither questioning nor discrediting your work here

-Then why are you here elder?

-Please call me Arthur, we are alone –Nora look at him, stranged, what was this all about

-Fine, what are you doing here Arthur?

-Im…-he wasn’t sure at all, this morning at waking up he knew he wanted to see her and in an impulse take a ventibird here, it was all an excuse to be with her- I wanted to see you –the woman stand from her chair, leaving the box on it- just that, I came to see you.

That came directly from his heart, he didn’t have more or secret motives, he wanted to see her, period.

-I thought you came here for the mission –she said surprised, frozen.

-No, I didn’t even know what was all about, just came to see you –her cheeks blushed so bad the man can see it, sometimes, Nora didn’t feel her age, flustering just with silly words…

-Im just working here

-I know but then…I realized something –he took a breath and spoke, getting closer- I get why you want to retire –she raised an eyebrow, confused- this filthy, dangerous, improvised…

-Hold on it’s a work in progress and…

-I don’t want any of this for the mother of my children –Nora was all the way to get offended but then stop in her place, with her heart almost coming out from her chest- its awful, dirty and risky –everytime they talk about this she wonder if he was saying it seriously but anyway the effect was there, it was difficult to no react to such a thing

-But its always like this at first

-Im realizing I may be too old to always have a hard time and not living comfortably –she laught at that, him? Too old? What was left for her then- now I can say that I understand you, I was too comfortable in the life that my last name allows me to have not to see further

-So do you believe a bit more in my plan of retirement? –he nooded.

-This was a good opportunity for me to…came out of my cage...its been a while since I left the amenities of the brotherhood –she laughed, and came closer to him.

-Maybe the last time was when we fight the institute together.

Arthur think on that, maybe.

-What is this anyway? –now that she wasn’t as butthurt as before because the misunderstanding was solved he really needed this out of his chest.

In front of the chair with the projector there was a mattress with the shape of a heart.

-Back then you can pay for a room with your couple to fuck for a couple of hours and some beds had this very…lustful shape…-she said laughting low, leaning her head to a side looking at him- did you really came to see me?

-Yeah –he blushed a bit, feeling a bit pressured now- this is a bag of STDs –said the elder pointing at the mattress.

-The old owner should put it here to watch some movies while doing it, an smart idea –she pointed at the box of tapes- some are moldy and erased, but others are in good state –lately she was separating them, classificating the states, but it was a work because you have to watch the entire tape to really judge the state and how you want to separate it.

-Why you didn’t burn this thing? –it has some clean sheets even.

-I been cleaning it with baking soda, salt and warm water this days, its my little secret.

-You are kidding –she wasn’t- you know what kind of disgusting motherfuckers have sex-

-Oh please the mattress were we sleep wasn’t in much better conditions, none its manufactured from zero, get over it, at least this doesn’t have holes on it, and now it doesn’t stinks.

-I wanna throw up

-Don’t in my heart bed! I always wanted a heart bed but it was wacky even back then, now I don’t have anyone’s opinion to worry about

-Its not wacky, its tacky even for me

-Talks a wastelands child

-You are not letting soldiers sleep inside this building because you are hoarding this disgusting sack of lices? –when she confronted her about that she smiled and walked backwards, laughing- Sentinel that should require disciplinary action! for negligence at least!

-If you want to punish me the bed smells like citrus at least…-when she said that now he blushed and smiled, ok, playful.

Silence, he covers his mouth looking at the mattress.

-Were do you plan to move this thing? There’s no way you are getting it inside the citadel, I will not allow it

-I have a room in the Tenpenny Tower, a caravan will move it in a few days, I was just trying to see if I can make this place a working cinema or not using the projector, meanwhile I was the one sleeping here

-The only one?

-Well no one will look at me the same if they found out I spend hours cleaning a heart shaped bed –she had a funny smile on her face, it was one of those things that you want to do but at the same time its humiliate you and you don't want anyone to find out

-So you really banned everyone to come here because of…this thing? –she nodded with a small smile- unveliable.

-Ill write in the report that its because of the projector so no one will question my management over the soldiers wellbeing…

-Its really everyone banned to come here? –the way he repeated the question made Nora search for an spark in his eyes and…she found it, she swallowed saliva getting closer to him.

-I mean they can open the door but no one really enters since it’s the Sentinel place so…-he was still covering his mouth, trying to hide a mischievous smile- I had some really quiet noons working here…

-Do you really promise me this mattress won’t give me cancer?

Something wake up inside the woman at hearing him, getting in front of him.

-Do you swear you really came all the way here to see me? –Nora said that with a very seductive tone that make the elder stupid and lightheaded, but quickly recompose laughing.

-You have to promise first that it is really clean –she exploded in laughs but anyway close her arms around his neck doing small turns with the toes of her boots on the ground hanging from it

-Its clean I swear! –the man sneak both arms around her waist and kiss her with a smile, exited, happy, deeply kissing her, eating her mouth with hunger. She still laughed a bit inside his mouth, but in no time her tunes were replaced with moans, expressive and very feminine moans, she clanged now seriously from his neck and turned her head so a side, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue in a new angle, robbing her a moan again–a quick one? –she mumble between his lips, the vibration of her voice against his soft flesh felt nice

-I don’t know I never do it in a bed so huge –the way his masculine voice tremble against her mouth sent a powerful sensation to her core

-It’s a beyond a king bed yes –she whisper with a smile, leaving his neck and standing- get comfortable, ill put a movie to hide any sounds, I have some more to test and know their state, if the movie jumps its going to make some awful loud sounds so…it’s a win win…

-You are still working, brilliant –he said sitting on the bed and quickly starting to unlace his boots, forgetting at all what he said about the mattress early, now it didn’t matter.

I less than an hour Arthur felt like he was living in a dream, his head was light, his body on fire, there was alien sounds in the background, flashing lights all around but…if he used all his concentration he had the most beautiful woman he had ever cross paths riding him, asking for his seed, wanting to get pregnant specifically from him.

Oh my god this had to be a dream

She was full naked with her legs closed around his hips, using his hands as a support to keep jumping on his cock. Squeezing and sucking everything from his hard cock, her lips half open moaning and screaming by times, her boobs moving up and down constantly and damn it looked amazing.

He was there with his boots unlaced and suit to the knees, laying on the bed entirely, comfortably, letting her work her orgasm riding him, just seeing her do her thing was okay, he was loving it, it was enough, he can be his toy today and every day she needed it.

And the way her body shivers of pleasure have him on the edge, she feel it, he feel it too. Even the warm fluids on his crotch made everything amazing, filling the room with an intoxicating aroma, an aroma so strong it gets on his nose but it was theirs, you don’t realize it until you are so much into enjoying the experience it gets overwhelming in every sense.

-You are hard –she said still moving, closing his fingers tighter around his- I can feel you, you are close –his cock was throbbing inside her, it was difficult to notice it but Nora was so lost in pleasure that every sensation it maximizes.

-Yeah –he said very very aware that he was close to orgasming, he can feel it too, she was milking him for good.

She open her eyes and stop a bit her peace, slowly, moving her hips in circles over his cock, reapiting herself for him to pay attention, leaning over to look at his eyes- if you orgasm ill cum with you, im close.

-Then do it –he said with a suffocating heat on the face, making speech difficult. Nora gasped outloud and realized he was talking seriously- cum for me –and all over me please

He was allowing it, conscious, giving her consent, he wanted to do it, this time inside. A big heat took over Noras body and she started to move faster again, with her hands on his pecs as support, ridding harder, crashing her hips against his thights, the man grab her wrists and look up at her chest jumping all over him.

Yesyesyesyes.

Its okay, hell cum inside today and make this woman the mother of his children and…

Her screams became louder, both were growing closer and closer but…

-Nora!? –suddenly and out of nothing the door opens, Danse was inside with a laser rifle in hand running were he believed the woman was in trouble and then…

Silence.

She stopped, Arthur looked back, the three of them were frozen, unable to speech.

Mood killer of course. No one reach orgasm.

-The hell are you doing here!? –she ask screaming displeased using a pillow to cover her chest, getting up with a hand over the man pects to step out, causing the elder a slightly pain but nothing the surprise of this…interruption can’t make up

-You are banging the elder!? –the paladin ask also screaming looking at both, Arthur move aside fixing his underwear, at realizing that she was at a disadvantage because for being totally naked, he began to look for a way to get the sheet off the bed to give it to her.

-What are you doing here Danse!? –she ask grabbing on the sheet Arthur was offering looking for her underwear on the ground while tying up around her boobs.

-Well I heard screams so I thought you were in trouble! –all this shouting was disturbing the elder who was trying to move up his zipper and get in better shape, while Nora was getting her legs inside the pantys at least, her chest covered in the sheet- I also sleep here so I came to pick my…!

-He sleeps here!? –ask Arthur also screaming annoyed as fuck at hearing that picking up his coat.

-Shut the fuck up Danse! –she scream throwing a pillow to the paladins face getting her legs inside the suit, then looking at Arthur- its not like that!

-You know what Nora? Im out of here! –said Danse upset as hell throwing the laser rifle to the ground, making it sound harsh.

-Come back here so I can put a plasma grenade in your ass! –she said moving the zipper up and taking out her hair from the suit neck- Danse! come back! Come back here right now!–and she ran behind him, barefoot, disappearing from Arthurs sight.

The man stood there looking were she disappeared.

She really ran after Danse.

Not him.

Danse.

With his eyes watering and a very heavy feeling of frustration he pressed his lips and laced his boots to get the fuck out there.

This was a bad idea. Why did he bother at all.

Once he finished dressing correctly, he got on the ventibird ready to return to the Citadel. All that journey for nothing, it doesn’t matter, it wasn’t his project anyway, that folder was presented to other elders, he had nothing to do with it.

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tiodolma · 2 years ago

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He's trying to offer peace but still suggest Morgana to do all the work.

Just like how he led her to druids coz he couldnt tell her himself that she has magic.

Merlin be like: "you can use your privilege to convince uther"

Merlin, dear Merlin... Morgana has been using her privilege even before the start of the series. Morgana has been belittled, insulted and imprisoned for it. Morgana has been roping arthur and it still wasnt enough (because of merlin lol). Morgana has tried consorting with other rebels and using her privilege and it still didnt work.

The real option was really for him to show his sincere willingness to help her in a concrete way. Even though Morgana had Morgause, she was still alone in her fight in that castle. He could have started by showing he has magic and offering to be an actual ally (magic user) within the castle, that he does understand. This would also mean he has to properly apologize and allow himself to be truly held accountable for poisoning her. Offering the truth would have made him vulnerable to the privilege she still had but in Merlin's position, that was the only fair price he could give in exchange for Morgana's trust.

But No. Morgana has to somehow reveal herself to Uther then figure out sht later (maybe with Merlin's help.) And you are right. he cant even tell Arthur the truth. He was in no position to ask that of Morgana too.

Moreover he was reasoning with a heavily trained radicalized rebel who had more concrete plans of action than him, who had more gravitas than him. Good frkn luck. Step up, dude.

He's a failed negotiator, truly. You don't win over rebels in that way.

People might say: he doesn't have training! he's just a boy!

but we should consider

merlin already knew his mission on the first day he arrived in camelot

he had earlier start in magic and political training with the way he'd been thwarting threats in s1-s2

morgana and him are the same age

he had more mentors who even though they gaslighted him, still provided valuable knowledge.

he had better grip on his mind and had moral support when he got visions for scryiing.

He was still more powerful in strength and wisdom

Then ofc morgana actually started using her privilege against him. That's what happens when you fail on the negotiating table, Merlin. Both parties get even more backed into a corner and then go on offensive/deffensive again.

Morgana as an Insurrectionist, Merlin as a Failed Negotiator, and the Dehumanization of Radicalized Rebels

okay.

definition first

in·sur·rec·tion

The act or an instance of open revolt against civil authority or a constituted government.

Morgana is an insurgent/insurrectionist, okay? She's basically a rebel in the "I will revolt against the government" kind of way.

Morgana is that bright smart self righteous and privileged kid that god whisked away by rebels into the mountains. One year in isolation with a loved one who has an Agenda is long and significant. That kind of thing brainwashes and radicalizes people.

Moreover Morgana have seen the injustices first hand and close to the source. She has been persecuted for it too.

So Its really not surprising that she came out as an absolutist/extremist and ready to overthrow the government with any means necessary.

It does get me thinking tho. Insurrectionists are usually people that have been deeply hurt by a country’s systemic injustice. These guys have seen no other solution to their problems other than to take up arms.

In my country, the govt offer amnesty to people like that to get them to stop. Insurrectionists are encouraged to surrender and lay down their weapons while the govt hears their demands and grievances and help them by

offering support and assistance (financial, legal, medical)

basic education, etc.

not jailing them

giving them freedom

forgiving past crimes as long as they dont go back to being insurgents

Bottomline is you don't expect people like these to just offer themselves up for the government or "good of all." There has to be a "give and take" agreement that will benefit both parties. The government has to make sure former insurgents' lives improve after they lay down their weapons. The government has to make sure that insurrectionist won't have reasons to take up arms again.

And it works! (this is from the official military report from my nation)

That’s what bothers me about Merlin and Morgana in their crypt scene in S3 Tears of Uther Pendragon Part 2. He was in the position to negotiate with her. His own previous choices propped himself up for that position. She is his responsibility now.

As I said, Merlin was in the position for peace talks/ to provide amnesty. The crypts were their negotiating table. REMEMBER He cannot bargain with an insurrectionist like Morgana and just tell her to “be good” while not offering something up in return. Negotiation is not a one way street .

Morgana's life was hell in Camelot, remember? She wanted a better life. She wanted a better Camelot. But Camelot was not ready for her.

MERLIN Morgana, please. I beg you. Women and children are dying. The city will fall.

MORGANA Good.

MERLIN No, you don't mean that.

MORGANA I have magic, Merlin. Uther hates me and everyone like me. Why should I feel any differently about him?

MERLIN You of all people could change Uther's mind, but doing this? Using magic like this will only harden his heart.

MORGANA You don't have magic, Merlin. How could you hope to understand?

MERLIN I do understand, believe me. If I had your gifts, I would harness them for good. That's what magic should be for. That's why you were born with these powers.

In that tense conversation with Merlin, Morgana already laid down all her cards on the negotiating table.

"I have magic Merlin"

"Uther hates me and my kind"

"Why should I care about the citizens of Camelot who will just want to see me killed?"

"They should just die because they'll only stand there and watch and agree if I get burned in the pyre"

"I am scared Merlin"

"Should I be executed for what I am? I am an outsider here! Yet this is my home!"

"I just wanted to live in freedom"

--> All valid arguments by the way. Remember, Morgana has been heavily radicalized. She is thinking in extremes. Yet!!!! she was being vulnerable here despite being on edge and on a war path.

Morgana still gave time for a diplomatic talk. She was willing to hear him out. this is important.

She asks Merlin

"You don't have magic, right?"

"How can you hope to understand?"

Merlin offers these to her in return:

"I do understand, believe me" the problem with this: ...dude was talking to a radicalized person. He cannot just use the words he said to her to get her to trust him in S1/S2 and leave it like that. She had already found someone else that she could trust better, Morgause, whom he knows that Morgana has been with for the whole year. This statement alone isn't enough.

"If I had your gifts, I would harness them for good. That's what magic should be for. That's why you were born with these powers." the problem with this: ...HEY MERLIN, The following uses of magic gets men, women and children SENTENCED TO DIE in camelot: 1)healing, 2)protection, 3)making life and work easier, 4)doing business with magic folk, 5)existing!

WHAT'S GOOD?

What's "good" to Merlin anyway?

is "good" continuously letting the tyrant king and his son live? is "good" being happy that arthur still doesnt understand the magical circumstances of his own birth? is "good" poisoning his own friend after she explicitly told him that she trusted him???

WE CAN SEE NOW JUST HOW UNCONVINCING MERLIN'S ARGUMENTS ARE.

We have to remember that what insurrectionists like Morgana want are concrete/tangible/workable solutions to their grievances. This was something Merlin could have given if he just had been braver and more decisive.

"Everything will be better once Arthur is King" won't cut it. There is no fixed timeline to this. Insurgents will not wait in patience and just watch as the system oppresses more people.

"We can find another way" WILL NOT CUT IT if he doesn't show what "the other way is." (if it exists)

JFC. They were already on the negotiating table, as negotiator, Merlin has to give everything he could offer as well.

I repeat, in order for a compromise to be achieved, both sides have to meet in the middle. Morgana was already doing this! She even warned him to run away while he still could! She had lain her truths, her vulnerabilities and grievances in front of him to be inspected and to be judged.

What does Merlin do? He still denies that he has magic. He refused to be vulnerable and admit the truth of himself to her. He wasn't meeting her on equal ground. He didn't want to compromise himself the way Morgana just did. That was the least he could do to be honest. He had to be accountable for his decisions and choices for Morgana to truly learn how to accept him back. The negotiation had become one-sided.

Let's be real despite his declaration of "We can find another way", Merlin never had an actual plan of action in order to bring magic back other than help Arthur be crowned as king. That's why he had nothing to offer to truly comfort Morgana other than the truth of his own self and a real apology from him.

Merlin refused to lay his cards on the table while Morgana had all of hers spread open. Merlin had backed down from his end of the bargain.

Understandably Morgana's response is "There is no other way"

Negotiations have broken. The initial peace talks have failed.

In my country when there is a failure in peace talks, the violence start again. Innocents are always the casualties when both sides never reach a compromise.

In the Adventures of Merlin world, Uther and Arthur's governments never stopped persecuting magic-folk, Everyone gets hurt when there are no changes in the system because insurrectionists will always use that as reason to take over the government.

Merlin was in prime position in the seat of government to inspire those changes within it. But since he hid his magic and his being The Lord Emrys, the injustice continues. This makes him complicit to the persecution. He has the power, you know? His magic could have been the ultimate bargaining tool. He could have done so much more if he stopped being a manservant and started showing his true self.

Hence why I think it was unfair for Merlin to keep expecting an insurrectionist like Morgana to return to "their side." It was unfair for him to expect that Morgana will not continue the fight that she deemed was Right.

They never reached a compromise after all. They never had other succeeding peace talks either. Morgana was an insurrectionist I repeat. A very Radicalized one. Negotiations should have been kept running. Peace talks should have been offered. Changes should have been made in the government. Both sides should hear each other out and offer something to the other.

BUT WHAT DOES MERLIN DO?

"IT'S HER CHOICE TO DO BAD THINGS. SHE'S BECOME EVIL SINCE SHE ISNT ON OUR SIDE. I WILL NEVER BE LIKE HER. SHE GAVE ME NO CHOICE."

DUDE. THIS IS THE PROBLEM The moment one puts people in categories such "good" and "evil" with no in-between, then they are turning absolutist. This is Merlin. He's completely become an extremist , albeit in the side of the government.

Morgana was an insurgent, i repeat A REBEL. She believes what she was doing was right. People should emphathise with that. Yes... put yourself in her place and i assure you, you'd probably want to kill everyone too. This is not genocide apologia, but genocides happen when people dehumanise others.

By the way. Morgana wasn't into genocide. She was an insurgent that used terrorism and government destabilization as response to the threat of genocide. She didnt really care who to hurt as long as lot of people got punished. She didn't care how as long as could take over the government. This is justice to her. "There is no other way"--> THIS IS WHAT EXTREMIST IDEALOGY teaches new recruits who have suffered under the injustice. THEY ARE VULNERABLE to ideas like these. Morgana's vulnerability had been effectively exploited by Morgause in that one long year in training with her.

I keep telling, you reader, Morgana's pain and choice of solutions did not come from nowhere. She demands justice. As a beloved ward OF THE KING she had begged, raged, pleaded with Uther, but nothing really happened, she even got punished for it! Taking up arms is the only way she knows how now. Resetting the world where she rules over everyone is the only way she knows to fight now. This is what extremist idealogy looks like. This is what it does to those who are oppressed and most vulnerable.

The easy fix is to brand people like them as EVIL. They become the villains to society and must be eradicated, their kind is a stain to the perfect society and must be scrubbed. (doesnt this sound familiar? This is the normal reaction after all. Careful though, this can be used for propaganda as well. Fascist/Authoritarian governments always started with simple thoughts like this.)

The more honorable way to mitigate the conflict is to understand WHY THEY HAVE COME TO THAT SOLUTION and then WORK TOGETHER with the insurgent, not expect the insurgent to just return into the fold without question.

That's why no matter how awful a militant organization is, the government always try to negotiate and find ways to find compromise and offer diplomatic solutions. Sometimes governments seek the lower ranking members and offer peaceful solutions and amnesty directly to them (See opening paragraphs).

The essence of humanity is understanding the WHY.

I THINK THEREFORE I AM, descartes said.

What really happened in the show was that Merlin has given up on Morgana's Humanity. To him Morgana has been reduced mainly as "a threat to be eliminated."

He loved her once, man. He knew her inside out. She trusted him with her whole heart. But to him she had just become another head to be chopped off. He used her nightmares of Emrys against her. This was the woman he risked everything just to helped allay her fears once. I dont fucking get it. Morgana was nothing but a "shoot to kill order" to Merlin in S4. Merlin is supposed to be the paragon of Good. Well guess what. In the wake of his own extremist idealogy, he'll do atrocities, for the Greater Good, for Destiny.

I REPEAT

Insurgency isn't countered by dehumanizing the insurgents. When people strip radicalized rebels and even just dissenters, of their humanity, you'll end up with massacres sanctioned by the government. Please, I beg you. That kind of mindset will just create more insurgents (see Kara and Mordred). The cycle of oppression will never stop ("you will harden his heart"). Therefore the oppressive side must extend the olive branch of peace too. Negotiation is a two-way street.

But we know Merlin has become heavily radicalized himself. He's thinking in extremes. He firmly believes that he is on the side of Good/Right while Morgana is Evil/Wrong. He himself had discarded his own feelings just to do his Duty with Utmost Loyalty.

So NO. Morgana isn't more evil. In her head she is the on the "good side," while Merlin and co. are BAD. And she is justified in that mindset because she never got out of being Radicalized, nobody gave her the chance. Same as Merlin at the end.

If you give up on the humanity of another person, then you are just a monster yourself.

If you are in a position of power and continue to uphold the system that oppresses people/creates insurgents in the first place, then you are part of the problem yourself.

There was no hope for compromise any more. Peace talks would be impossible if either of parties think the other is the Ultimate Wrong

WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

There was no end to the violence. Morgana kept attacking the system using so many methods of destabilization and Merlin kept defending the system by using equally sinister means.

They are both so powerful and destructive and good at what they do.

And they have so many dead bodies littered between them.

........

last thoughts. actually the adventures of merlin is such a good portrayal of how insurrection, destabilization and kingmaking works in a country. must be why i sympathise with morgana a lot. it's also why i enjoy watching merlin. this is the reality of the country that i live in.

kudos to the writers for these bits by the way.

#merlin crit #merlin critical #essays #wars of truth and privilege who would win #morgana surpassed him truly

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imaginationlover101 · 3 years ago

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Runaway Bride

Tommy Shelby imagine

Summary: Being best friends with the Shebly family means making many sacrifices throughout your life. Unfortunately for you the sacrifice that was made now is a little different.

Inspired by one of my favorites "Runaway Bride"

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One of the consequences that came with being family friends with the Shelbys, was the favors that were made. Being family friends with the Shebly clan and living next door to each other made it very easy to become involved in the Shelby company. From a young age I could remember playing with Ada while both of our family's would talk business, and now instead of sitting and playing with Ada, here I am becoming part of a deal.

It all started about a month ago when Tommy had a new business opponent who happend to have a son named Domenick. Who coincidently was looking to find a wife, and of course Arthur had to put his big mouth in about little ole me. Then of course John, Arthur, and Tommy decided that if Dom and I were to ever wed the feud that once went on between the two companies would end. You can only imagine how much fighting there was at the dinner table that night.

From the minute Tommy brought up the word weding eveything went out the window. From Pollys contents curses at the boys to Adas very loud screaming, I was the only one who remained quiet for my mind was on a train that kept going and going.

After about an 20 minutes the loudness suddenly stopped and the heads were turned toward me. Only then I was in complety shock and the started to scream at the boys.

It finally came to the decision that I would met with this Dom boy and see is he was a decent man. I had to admit I was looking for a parneter but definitely not this way. If I truly liked this boy I would go on with marriage, and if not marriage still with a divorce slowly after, or so I thought.

After meeting Domenick for the first time things were not how I quite expected. He was much nicer that I thought and more respectable than any guy I've ever met. He was smart, witty and not to mention incredibly handsome. But there was just one thing that didn't seem right. One thing that in the back of my head pocked out and wouldnt stop itching. And that itch was named Thomas Shelby.

But the show still went on. From the amazing propasale on the top of a valley. To the gorgeous ginormous engagement ring, the beautiful dress and the church that was finally found. Everything was soonly coming into plan. I would of never thought that this would be the outcome of how I would be getting married but here I am. The day of my wedding standing in front of the mirror panicking.

The past 2 days had started off great. I had made my departure with Domenick 2 days ago because according to old legends it was bad luck to see your bride. So to the old traditions that I so blindly listen to we remained almost unknown to each other.

For 2 whole days before my wedding the boys would go to the farm house and the girls and I would be staying in the city. Besides from the broken heels and the many Martinis that were being passed out through and the nights something didnt seem right. It took quite some time, but Polly ended up being that missing piece.

Whenever anyone ever has a problem, or a vison they go to Polly. But it only ever rare for Polly to come to us. So you could only see the shock on my face when I knew something was wrong when Polly woke up looking in almost fear this moring.

I hadn't fully found out what bad happend to Polly until this moring when Ada came up to me and asked me if Polly told her the vison. Ada already knew she was too late and had to admit what the vison was of I would keep pestering her all afternoon.

Supposedly last night Polly have had a dream that instead of Donenick and I getting married it was me and Tommy, and Dom didnt love me. Well I could definitely say that the news really shocked me, and now I was re thinking everything.

So flashback to now my beautiful wedding day, where the weather and the sun were shinning so brightly and the clouds were evenly parted. Except for the fact that I could be creating a black hole in the sky If i would keep on walking back and forth. How could I possibly marry Domenick now? Did he ever really love me? Was it all a game? Do I even love him?

The endless questions kept me running as I thought of all the possible things that were going wrong, and I knew there was only one family who could stop it. "Ada call for an emergency family meeting now!"

After the 10 minutes of nervously pacing I was faced with the people who I was most scared to talk to. "What was the point of this meeting?" Linda said looking around questionably. "No one asked you Linda did they?" Polly shut her down rather quickly while rolling her eyes.

Just the scene its shelf scared you a bit, which was suprsing seeing as you've done much worse than have a meeting with a family that was close to you almost all your life. The sight of Thomas sitting head at the short squared table rolling a cigar through his mouth, while Arthur rolled his eyes at Polly for insulting his wife. The sight of John looking off into the air just wondering when he could start drinking, Ada, Polly, my mother, and father all sitting in suspense waiting for my next move. But even though the white fuzzy robe I was wearing felt like it was suffocating me, nothing compared to the nerves I was feeling at this moment.

"I cant marry Domenick!" I hastily said fast trying to get the words out of my mouth quickly. Father gets out of his chair faster than light and looks at me. "What do you mean you cant marry him?" "I'm sorry but I cant marry the man who doesnt love me and try to look at him the same?"

"I hate to break it to you but you ARE marrying Domenick Y/N L/N, I dont care if we have to drag you we made a deal with this man." I definitely suspected a diffrent awnser then the one I got, but as weird as it sounds I could almost see a sigh of relive go through Thomas face.

Before I could argue anymore Finn came reusing through the door. "It almost time, the guest are getting impatient." Finn said rushing out of breath. "Alright boys I think that was enough for now, why dont you let Y/N finish." Somehow my mom always knew how to take care of things. "That didn't include you Tommy." The girls all said looking at each other. "Say girls how bout we see how the church looks." Then with those words everyone was gone, leaving me with the one person who I was most scared to face.

"I dont want to go through with this Tommy it isnt fair." I looked at him whispering. "I know I made a deal but if he doesnt love me and made our love out of lies what's the point." I gazed out the window looking at sun finally making its way through the clouds. I was almost waiting for him to say no, to confess his undying love for me and for everything to be alright but it never came. He just stood there looking at me with his big blue eyes in wonder, about to open his mouth until nothing came out.

It felt like a while eternity had gone by before either of of us had said anything. The only sound that could be heard was the church bells and laughter coming from the outside. Fiddling with with the bracelet I had on, Tommy took out a cigarette and began to sigh.

Scolding him for the smoke smell that began to spread through the room he looked at me with a different face then before. One that screamed the cold business man, not the soft Tommy I've had always known.

Standing up from his seat Tommy begins to come closer near me making the window seat I was sitting on alot smaller then before. Exhaling the smoke from out of mouth his mouth he sighs deciding on what to say. "From a business view I would say get on with the wedding. Hes a rich man who would make you very happy and if all goes down bad you could think about it differently in a few months."

Looking at the clock that sat above us I knew that the conversation that Tommy and I were having would be interrupted in quite some time. Speaking up from my state I look at Tommy once again. "Yes, but what do you think from a Tommy view?"

"Well from a Tommy point of view-" Thomas says taking the piece of hair away from my face, "I think you should run." Thomas looks at me questioning what I was going to say next. "Well I get that Tommy but what would happen after I run, what would I do next?" Smiling with the smirk I haven't seen in quite some time Thomas looked as me and smiles. "Well that's simple darling you'd be with me."

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From those few words it was safe to say that Y/N and Domenicks Wedding was rather shorter then most expected. After the talk between Thomas and Y/N, Finn came into the bridal rom to say how the guest were waiting and the rest was history. From the minute the music for the bride started instead of walking to Domenick down the aisle Y/N made a detour to the nearest exit of the church. Only to run into the infamous getaway car that belonged to the only and only Thomas Shleby.

It didnt take long for all the guest to notice the two most important people to be missing, and it took quite some time for Polly to fix the pieces that the two adults made.

Placing her hand out the window, Y/N was already in love with the new ring on her finger. The simple gold band was much more preferred then the shiny diamonds that held no love with it. Looking towards the drives seat Y/N was finally happy to see who she'd be with for the rest of her life, and as long as it was Thomas Shelby she would be okay.

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moonyswriting · 3 years ago

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Heart and Soul

@peggyrose19 and @wonder-womans-ex had their birthdays over a month back and I didnt manage to make them a gift. but I still wanted to make you something because I wont just drop it after I missed the day. so this is for you two. you are incredible and talented people and I'm honoured I get to call myself your friend. I hope you'll like it.

characters by @lumosinlove

thank you for beta reading @moonofthenight

Chapter 1

“Final seconds of the second period on the clock, Frank. The Saint’s going for the goal again, passing Tremblay and going straight in Nutty’s direction-”

“And that was a hit on Leo Knut, by the Hollow’s Saint’s winger Andrew Kline. And now, the expected punches follow. Marly, they could have really seen Logan and Finn coming, right?” “Definitely, Frank. No team likes it when someone fights with their goalie but these two seem to be particularly protective of our sunshine boy. Tremzy is already throwing punches at Ethan Bart and I can see O’Hara skating over to them.”

“Oh and here comes Luke. Throwing off his gloves and joining his teammates. Maybe with all those uncovered wrists we could actually get a chance to see some soulmate tattoos again. Last one spotted was Kasey Winter’s almost two years ago now, spelling out Natalie, the name of his girlfriend. They still seem to be going strong; I’m happy for them. That incident did however get most of the players to cover their wrists up,” Frank waited for a second before continuing, “How’s the fight? Looks like we got a big one tonight, eh?”

“It is! We’ve got three people from each team fighting at the moment, but the Refs are pulling them apart now. Coach Weasley doesn’t look too happy that his players are risking injuries for fights again. He’s calling a few over now and I do not want to be on the receiving end of Arthur’s wrath, believe me.”

“Same here, Marlene. Huh, that was weird. Did you see that?”

“It was. Loops just had to shake DV so he’d move. He had stared a hole into the ice and didn’t react to the Coach or his teammate. Haven’t seen him do that before. Hopefully, he’ll be fully focused again after the break.”

“I’m hoping it wasn’t a bad hit. The Lions really don’t need another injury right now.”

“Especially after only just getting Finn back from his small wrist injury that didn’t allow him to play the last two games.”

“Yeah. We’ll keep everyone updated of course. I’m sure he’s being checked right now.”

“In the meantime, there were some fantastic plays in there. It would be quite nice for the players to have a good game before some of them get to have a break.”

“Yes, All Star week is next week and we’ll be seeing a few of the Lions there, such as the newly wedded Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, but also last year's MVP Logan Tremblay, of course.”

“I’m excited Frank! We’ll be right back after a quick break for the second period.”

Luke was still feeling off after the fight, going through the questions Layla asked him on autopilot. No, he wasn’t hurt, there was neither pain there nor there, yes, he could still remember his address and full name.

Their new PT seemed at a loss. She could see that he was acting very strange and, honestly, she was getting worried about forgetting some usually obvious injuries for his behaviour. There was only so much a human could guess, so she simply asked.

“What happened out there, Deveaux?”

It took a moment for Luke to register he was being addressed, mumbling a “nothing” before continuing to stare at the wall. How stupid did this boy think she was?

Letting out a sigh, she clarified, “I just need to know if you’re injured or not,” after a second of hesitation Kayla added, “but if there’s something bothering you or just occupying your thoughts, you can always go talk to Heather. She’s helped a few of your teammates too.”

She watched his expression while telling Luke. Some guys were embarrassed of going to therapy. There was no reason to be, of course. No one got shy about having the PT check on them but when it came to mental struggles, they somehow believed they have to handle it all alone. Society and the messed up way of thinking that they teach children, honestly. She was glad they at least had some people on the team who encouraged visiting Heather any time they saw someone struggling. She knew Sirius really did help them a lot by being so open about going to her office at least once a week.

There really was no way to tell how Luke thought about her proposal, he certainly seemed to be thinking, but there was no way to determine what about. Suddenly Luke broke the silence.

“Can I go?”

Since Layla hadn’t found any injuries and she couldn’t really do more than encourage him to visit Heather, she let him leave.

The brunette was out of the room the second after the words had left her mouth.

They had won. The locker room was already buzzing, the mandatory playlist echoing into the hallway. After their last game against the Saint’s, which they had lost, the whole team was even more excited about having won. There was even some kind of dance match between Logan and Sirius going on, not that Luke noticed. He had been a bit off for the rest of the game, much to the dismay of Coach Weasley. That got him to spend most of his time on the bench in the last period, but he didn’t mind. For once, hockey was not his main concern, not even during this game.

He had seen it. When number 7 had thrown off his gloves for the fight, there it had been in black cursive. A soulmate tattoo, spelling out “Luke”. Of course "Luke" didn’t necessarily mean Luke as in himself, but there was still a possibility.

A possibility that his soulmate was a Saint. A Saint. He would have been happy with almost anyone, but no, it had to be an ice hockey player. He didn't care about the gender. Luckily he wouldn't even have to hide a relationship between him and a potential boyfriend because of Remus and Sirius. But a Saint? Even in his thoughts, he knew he was whining. The real problem was that they would not only live miles apart and would have practically no time for each other half of the year, but they would be opponents. In ice hockey, the other team is the enemy. He couldn't befriend the enemy and he definitely couldn't date the enemy. Even if he wanted, he'd be blamed for not playing as hard as he could or making exceptions when it came to his hypothetical boyfriend.

So really, dating a Saint was not an option.

Still, his curiosity got the better of him. If this was really his soulmate, no matter how much he didn't want him to be, he had to know.

Standing up, he made his excuses and slipped into the hallway, running along until he got to the other team's locker room.

Great plan, idiot, what will you do now?! You can’t just go in and ask in front of everyone.

Then a group of people stepped out, each looking at Luke as if he had a kick-me sign on his forehead and as if they were considering it. Quite a few had walked past him and when one held open the door for his teammate, Luke could see that there were only three people left in the room. No time better than now, he told himself, gathering some of his Lion courage and walked straight inside.

“The fuck, Lion?!”, one of the players mumbled while he left the room too, shortly followed by the other player that wasn’t the one Luke had been looking for.

He took a deep breath. The tattoo wouldn't refer to him. Of course it wouldn't. Why would it be a Saint, really. Stepping closer to the boy lacing up his shoes, Luke's eyes met a pair of brown ones, looking up through gold curls.

“Why are you here?”, the other asked, narrowing his eyes and standing up to be on eye level with the Lion.

Oh, the charm of rivalry, always straight to the point, no need for formalities.

“Do you want to brag about catching up? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not in the lead and we’ll win the next one anyway.”

Even though his words sounded confident, he leaned back and knocked on the wood of the benches.

“No,” the brunette stated, looking him dead in the eyes. This boy had activated Luke's competitiveness so there was no turning back, “to both. We’ll just win as we did today. Last time was luck and you know it.”

The other raised an eyebrow at him. “The only thing that was luck last time was that you got a goal.”

The nerve this person had. Here he was, coming to actually try to talk to him and possibly get to know him to find out about the tattoo and just got insults in return. Luke was about to shoot something back when the door opened again.

“Babe, you coming?”

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cowboisadness · 4 years ago

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Found You {Arthur Morgan x F!reader}

Summery: She was there for Arthur through everything, being more than good friends but less than partners. They support eachother through the good and bad times, it’s not love tho, no, it’s not love at all.

Rating: M. Basically porn with plot. More plot than i planned i really got carried away with this. SMUT IS HERE! 18+ ONLY!!

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Chapter 4 - Together

The next few days were nothing short of torture. Arthur never spoke another word to me, huffing whenever I would say something to him or just walking away from me completely. Everyone else in camp soon noticed something serious had happened between us. Their comforting words and questions on what happened went unanswered and dismissed. I hoped time would help, that I would get a chance to explain myself and apologise for my foolishness and downright stupidity. But as the days passed, the frayed ends of the rope had no chance of being reconnected, no matter how hard I tried and how hard I cried. So I flung myself into as many jobs as I could get. As a distraction.

Robbing homesteads. Stagecoaches that turned into shootouts more often than not. Gambling with fellers that were too drunk to notice me stealing their wears from right under their noses and gone before they realised anything was amiss. Fighting in hidden alleyways with meagre men that thought they could take on a woman with nothing to lose. Just to feel something, another kind of pain that would lessen with time.

It wasn’t until I was sat at the edge of the camp, cleaning my revolver while looking out over the overlook, stars raining bright above. Bottle of whiskey by my side that Hosea came over and sat beside me. Silent at first. Taking in the view.

“You going to explain whats going on?”

“Nothings going on, Hosea.” I shrugged, running the oiled cloth over the same spot mindlessly. “Arthur won’t tell me. I though out of the two of you, you would.” he kept his eyes ahead, not bothering to look at me. I sighed, my shoulders dropping in defeat. I might as well tell him, not like he would be able to change my mind.

“I’m an idiot. I spoke to Mary. Told her to leave Arthur alone and to stop contacting him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know anymore...Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“You love him.” I could see his grin out of the corner of my eye, albeit a sad on.

“Not you too, Hosea.”

“You two were very close. Closer than you think I realise. I’m not a dumb old man you know”

I didnt reply to that. No point to, my mind was made up now. Instead, I holstered my gun and stood, picking up the bottle as I did. Turning to Hosea to finally look at him.

“I’m leaving, Hosea. Only for a few weeks or a few months. I don’t know.”

“You really think leaving will help?” “Maybe. It might help him if I’m not here. I’ll send money and write to you and Dutch. I’ve already packed.” After a few more words and questions on my plans when I’m out there on my own, we hugged and I said my goodbyes to him, Dutch and a few others. Promising the girls I will see them again, even though I was doubtful. I willed no tears to spill when I gathered my things, leaving my tent bare and hollow. Mounting my horse I left camp without looking back, letting the wind guide me in whatever direction it wanted me to go.

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Roughly 4 months had passed since leaving. Currently holed up in a now-abandoned cabin in the depths of Grizzlies East by O’Creagh’s run, hiding from the law after robbing the fence in Van Horne. Id wrote letters and sent money to nearby stations as promised. Keeping updated with the gangs coming and goings. The last time I heard from those who would write back, mainly Hosea and Mary-Beth, was when they were held up in a place called Shady Belle. I haven’t heard anything from them since. That was a month ago. I had thought of going there, finding them. But I couldn’t bare having to leave again after realising they had been getting on fine and had left me to my own devices. Coming to the conclusion that I was not returning and that I had abandoned them all. Which was far from the truth. I still cared, which I’m sure was evident from whatever leftover money I had been sending to them. Only, it wasn’t getting picked up from the stations anymore, along with my many letters. I was travelling back to the cabin after an evening hunting for supper and hopeful breakfast. The blanket of trees now behind me, opening up the wondrous starry night, pulling my jacket closed as the cold breeze this time of year began to sting any uncovered skin. I looked around before dismounting, taking my kill of two rabbits stowed on the side of my ever faithful horse and made my way inside. Looking around once more to make sure I hadn’t been followed. Just to be safe. As I began to skin and gut the meat, the warm glow from the lantern lighting my every movement in the otherwise dark cabin, I heard motion outside. Bears and wolves were not uncommon around these parts. I had to shoot my way out of a wolf pack not a week ago, coming away with nothing but a bruise on my hip from being bucked off the horse in her desperate attempt to flee. Nevertheless, I placed down the knife and picked up my rifle propped up against the door. Looking out the window to the right of the door. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing else. I went to the door, preparing my rifle then placing my ear to the door. It was silence for a few moments, then movement again, making its way up the steps. It didn’t sound like an animal. With a hand on the handle and rifle ready to be used, I swung the door open. The rifle now aimed at the unwelcomed guest.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust in the darkness, but it didnt take long to recognise who it was.

“Arthur?” It was barely a whisper. A question of disbelief. I blinked a few times, surely my eyes were playing tricks on me.

After a few breaths, he finally spoke “I’ve found you.” We just stood there, I released a breath I didnt even know I was holding. How did he find me? Why would he? Months of keeping myself away from people the best I could and staying hidden for long periods of time I was beginning to feel content with being a lone wolf. Not thinking that lone wolves are weakened beings after too long. Often driven out when deemed useless or a weakness to the pack, or leaving to find their own family. Not alone forever, wolves would struggle and go insane.

But he, of all people, found me. The only question now is why. And that was the only thing I could say as I lowered the gun.

“Why?”

He told me everything that happened. The downfall, the betrayal, the heartbreak. Those that we lost. Everyone gone in one way or another. Sean, Kieran, Lenny, Hosea, Molly, Miss Grimshaw. Dead. Saint Denis bank, Guarma, Micah working with the Pinkertons. In the end, Micah had turned Dutch against almost everyone, whispering little worms into his ear until they grew and grew to leave no room for anything else.

Dutch turning his back on Him and John. Leaving John to bleed out and leaving Arthur on that mountain. Where he thought would be his final resting place. But once the sun was up, high in the sky, he found the energy to live. To heal. To find me.

And that’s what he did the last few weeks until he heard whispers of someone fitting my description that caused a bit of hell in Van Horn. He knew he was close.

“But...why did you want to find me?” I asked. Both of us sat around the small table below the window, two empty whiskey glasses before us.

He took in a deep breath, his perfect blue eyes meeting my bloodshot and watery ones. “I wanted to the moment I was told you left,” He leaned over, taking my hands in his.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think these last few months. Especially in the last few weeks. What you did before you left, I understand now why.”

“But I hurt you.” letting a sob escape, my body starting to tremble and I’m sure he could feel it in my hands.

“It did hurt. But losing you hurt even more,” He said, nothing more than a whisper, his eyes never leaving mine and his hold on my hands not faltering as he continued. “I remember what you said to me that night years ago. ‘Bout not knowing how much I mean to you. Well - I - I do. Because I feel the same. Always have. it just took me a while to realise it I guess.”

I couldn’t stop the tears. The damn had busted open. Within seconds he was on me, his arms enveloping me, my hands coming to purchase on his shirt. Neither of us wanted to let go, out of fear the other would disappear into the air like dust in the morning rays. We held each other for what felt like an eternity, my tears slowing and the shaking subsiding. I lifted my head from where it was perched on his chest to look at him, our eyes locked once more. No words were spoken but I could see it in the depths of those pools, the forgiveness and longing. And I was sure my eyes mirrored the same. His hand came up to cradle my face and I instinctively leaned into him, my breathing hitching despite the calmness that washed over me. Then I looked into his eyes again, only to be met with a look I had not seen in many years. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could he surged forward, his lips on mine. It was delicate, more fragile than any other kiss we had shared. It wasn’t long until that fragility turned into desperation, my hands at the nape of his neck, his on my waist. My mind was running a million miles a minute, all thoughts of him and this moment. Feeling like we were young lovers again. His hands roamed my sides as I gripped his hair, keeping each other glued to one another. My body began to burn up, feelings I had repressed for months pushing their way to the surface, refusing to be drowned. We broke apart and he pulled me to stand, his lips now on my neck, trailing wet kisses from below my ear to the hollow of my neck, causing me to moan. He looked at me then, desperation and pleading etched upon his face before I kissed him again. Kissing the scar on his chin that was easily visible within the stubble, his jaw, down to his neck and then his chest. Pushing off his jacket and suspenders with it. My fingers returned to the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons slowly as he pushed me back into the direction of the bed. My legs soon coming into contact with the edge. His hands now making a start on my blouse, pulling it from the confines of my pants and lifting it over my head. My hands roaming his chest and snaking down to his abdomen, stroking the hair there, causing him to tense at my touch. He always was a fine man, built from hard work that I couldn't help but adore. His arms wrapping around to my back to undo the corsets lacing, completely surrounding me and all I could smell was him. Horse, rain, sweat and something that was just so undoubtedly him. Undoing his gun belt was muscle memory, hitting the floor with a thud, my corset following, now both bare from the waist up. We couldn’t wait any longer, our lips on each other once again as we worked on unbuttoning our pants. He leaned me down to lay on the bed, my legs hanging over the sides as he wasted no time to pull off the rest of my clothing. Laying there propped up on my elbows I watched as he raked his eyes over every curve, scar and freckle on my body. Kneeling between my legs he drew kisses from my knee up my thigh, getting oh so close to where I wanted him to be. He looked up at me once more, giving a shuddering breath before his mouth landed between my legs, soft but purposeful strokes easily pulling moans from me. He didn’t let up, devouring me like a man starved as he paid close attention to my little bundle of nerves. My body shaking again but for a whole different reason. It had been too long and I knew I wasn’t going to last if he kept going for a minute longer. My hands fisting the bedsheets I tried to speak but it was useless, squirming from the sensations. Lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders feeling him moan against me, the vibration causing bolts of electricity to fire through my whole body and land at my core. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and my hand flew down to card through his hair, holding him there. My body convulsed as I tipped off the edge, my head rolling back as the blinding pleasure washed over me, moaning his name into the air. Arthur was above kissing me within seconds, tasting myself on his tongue and lips. Catching my breath he pushed me further up the bed until my head hit the plush pillows. Removing his pants and then situating himself between my legs. I could feel him pressed up against my thigh, hot and swollen and begging for attention. And oh how my body craved to give him what he needed. His eyes met mine, hooded and filled with lust. Silently asking for permission. I nodded, placing a kiss on his forehead and placing my hands on his shoulders. Electrifying jolts surged through my core as he strokes himself along my slit tenderly. His skin burning to my touch and looking downright drunk. Completely intoxicated. He sinks into me slowly. My body soon getting accustomed to the memory of him as he bottoms out, his hips meeting my thighs. My breath hitches as he bites back a moan. Both of us taking a moment just to bask in the feeling of one another like this again. It all felt the same but so different. He kissed the scar on my collar bone that he only got to see before when it was fresh. We had been through so much over the years we would need to learn about each other again. But one thing remained the same; my body yeard for him. He pulled out before setting a languid pace, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to go deeper, his pace quickening and lifting my hips to meet him, Chasing our pleasure. One hand in my hair, tangled up with my locks as his other hand firmly grasped my hip. The look on his face was evidence that he was holding back, needing to completely lose himself in me. And I felt the same. “Arthur...Please.” I purred, not needing to say anymore. His pace quickened with a grunt, one that was a borderline growl. My moans and the sounds of skin on skin filling the air and our ears as he kept hitting that sweet spot. My nails forming crescents on his shoulders. Pulling him down to crush my lips against his, our teeth clicking and tongues dancing together. Pulling back suddenly with swollen lips as the pressure began to build, my whole body trembling more and more as I got higher and higher. Moaning out his name as his rhythm began to falter. Nuzzling into my neck and mumbling ‘oh, fuck,’ in that gravelly but wanton voice. His hand on my hip made its way between my legs, rubbing in quick circles. I couldn’t hold back. That coil within me growing tighter and tighter before snapping. My back arching as the shockwaves rocked through me. Slowing his pace slightly to ride me through it before picking up his pace again, chasing his pleasure with a few more pumps of his hips and he stilled. His hand like a vice on my thigh as he spent himself inside me with a drawn-out moan. It took us a few moments to get our breath back. Pulling himself from me causing me to whimper from the empty feeling and sensitivity. He moved to lay beside me and pulled me to lay with my head on his shoulder. Neither of us willing to clean ourselves up just yet. My skin now acknowledging the cold air around us. The thin sheen of sweat cooling me. Nothing was said for a while as he held me close until he broke the silence to place a kiss to the top of my head then lifting my chin for my face to meet his. “I love you,” he said. My eyes getting blurry from the confession I never thought I would hear. But looking at him I knew it was true. His eyes shone with adoration. I smiled weakly before kissing him once. Looking back into his eyes and with no hesitation, I said out loud what id only heard myself mutter in my dreams. “I love you too."

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan smut #smut #rdr2 #arthur morgan x fem #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

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griffin-wood · 3 years ago

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leave it all behind because there is happiness.

pairing: raylene gray x arthur campbell from Body Count.

a/n: it's inspired by the drabble from arthur's birthday - where ...it's years after body count where ray and arthur are together. (i have been rotting them a lot, and i hope i didnt mess up arthur's character - enjoy!)

Raylene founds herself drowning in her writing – somehow, getting herself the inspiration needed for her new manuscript. It was also Arthur’s birthday, and she plans on a simple dinner along with his choice of wine to finish up the night since he isn’t fond of birthday celebrations.

She wonders about his whereabouts as she starts her search for him going from room to room. Her tracks stop, as voices were heard from the balcony outside – as they decided to travel somewhere new for the weekend.

She couldn’t depict what he was saying on the other line, however, the followed sigh was loud and clear. The balcony was wide enough for an outdoor party as the view from above manage to take her breath away. Yet, the view feels insignificant at the sight of him as she gives his shoulder a squeeze, signaling her arrival.

He startles at the sudden interruption before he smiles as she filled the empty seat beside him.

She didn’t say anything at first, before she eyes the cigarette that’s on the table and she manage to pick up the pieces on the previous call.

“Is it your parents?” she asks, her voice small – as it was quite a tough subject for him. He simply nods, his eyes taking in the view in front of them - the tall buildings around them, taking her hand squeezing it gently.

“It’s the usual call every year, nothing new there.” There was a tinge of hurt in his voice, but it disappears as soon as it appears - before he takes out a cigar from its box.

Raylene nods in understanding, she has met the Campbells a few times – and she admits; she feels out of place, and very out of their league.

The silence follows as Raylene keeps eyeing the box of cigars on the table.

“This might sound weird, but…I wanna try one of those.” She gestures at the box, as Arthur raised an eyebrow somehow trying to figure the motive behind her weird request.

She shrugs at the look he gives her, “I am a curious cat Arthur – and, it's definitely on my bucket list.” A pure of (fake) excitement appears in her voice at the final part of the sentence – hoping he would buy the excuse.

He observes her a moment before passing one to her, as she tries her best to light it. He chuckles at her, before helping her.

"Hey, don’t laugh at me - it's my first time!" Raylene lets out a cough at the smoke around her. "This is nasty, but how did I do?" She composed herself once again, as another cough escapes her once more.

“You are not too bad for a first timer then.” There’s a lighter tone in his voice making her smile, the tinge of hurt in his voice seems to disappear.

The moments follow as he joins her in taking one of the cigars and lighting it. It's a coping mechanism, he thought before letting the bitter taste consume him.

His eyes land on her again, “I don’t believe smoking is a bucket list item.” He says suddenly in a matter-of-fact tone, before a sigh escaping her lips.

"Okay, okay fine… You seem sad when I walked in and I don't want you to do this alone," Raylene feels herself blushing and want nothing to do but disappear at the moment as the words escaped her mouth which was ruined by a torturous cough from her, making him chuckle once more before taking away the cigar from her hand.

He didn't reply, there's a pause in his words followed by a smile as he takes another huff before disposing of it. There's a glimpse of happiness in his eyes as it met with her brown eyes which brightens at the sight of him smiling, he guesses.

He pulls her closer into his arms, filling the gap between them. The sounds of the city filled the silence between them, as the cigar has been forgotten in the back of his mind, along with the call.

Maybe the cigarette in his hand a moment ago will be a faint memory, as his gaze falls on her once more; placing a kiss on her forehead as she talks about the addition in her manuscript, a story which he listens as he smiles,

Perhaps happiness will be in his cards once again, and maybe he'll be alright after all.

THE END.

tags: @nathanielhsewell , @takemyopenheart , @wayhavenots , @stephschoices , @winterkeys , @nickeymouse and @homeformyheart

#bc: raylene gray #body count #arthur campbell #body count game #alya writes #i have them brainrot #im just :"#enjoy!!!!!!!!#also the title might change cause......head empty #x: raylene x arthur

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firstknightss · 3 years ago

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GWAINCELOT ESSAY THREE???

[commentary voice] ah yes and this gwaincelot essay.... which turned into a fic was inspired by @nextstopparis and @little-ligi

GWAINE TEACHING LANCELOT HOW TO READ. and thats how they actually CONFESS.

imagine gwaine seeing lancelot trip up reading leon’s plan for the day, seeing him trying to understand it. and gwaines, hes a little in love. Hes. Hes a little hit with feelings for this Noble (tm) knight. So OF COURSE he CANT EMOTION and he tries to show his affection for lancelot without yknow being in ‘loVE’

he comes over with his swishy hair and bantery tone like “oooOhHh LANCELOT! Lancey! Hey! Hello! Can’t read leon’s goddamn awful handwriting huh?”

And Lancelots embarrassed and flushes red and gwaine thinks hes Fucked Up (and he really doesn’t want to fuck this up, this is the first time he’s actually felt emotions this deep for someone) and tries to fix it panickedly, like the Anxiety Clown He Is.

He keeps on saying sorry and apologising, and Lancelot, the EVER CALM KNIGHT GUY, goes “it’s fine, it’s okay. It’s nothing to do with you...” and then he hesitates. He HESITATES. “....it’s just that...” and then he BITES HIS LIP and gwaine thinks he might just faint there and then, “...i cant read.”

and now it hits him, gwaine, gwaine, who thought literacy was something trash and something he didn’t really need, realises how important it is. and so, yknow because hes kind of wrapped in those Emotions (tm), he pulls lancelot’s sleeve after practice, when they’re alone in the changing room. (and if lancelot wasn’t so tired and miserable, he would have easily seen gwaine BLUSH)

And he, shyly asks if lancelot wouldnt mind being tutored by him.

Now Lancelot is OVERJOYED, and he’s borderline CRYING because lancelot, poor old village boy lancelot who’d been kicked out of the knights of camelot, and had to become a MERCENARY and fight for masters who didn’t care for him, has NEVER HAD someone literally CARE about him so much. (Apart from Merlin. He loves merlin <3)

so now imagine lancelot waking up an hour early the next morning, and showing up into gwaine’s room. He knows gwaine literally doesnt sleep with a lock, so he just barges in, and starts shaking gwaine.

Now GWAINE sleeps like a Log (had so much shit going on irl, time to sleep it away) and when he opens his bleary eyes, seeing lancelot in one of his stupid v neck shirts over him, hes like “....h...helo??”

and lancelot’s all like. “We- werent YOU gonna give me reading lessons.” And gwaine nods, yawning (and in that moment lancelot thinks gwaine looks unimaginably cute, so cute that he wants to literally ruffle gwaine’s hair and run his hands through how silky and brown it is.)

THEN gwaine pulls on the dont care-ish mask, and makes his arms into a pillow under his head, as he leans against the wall behind his bed, in some kind of somewhat???flirty??? manner??? [i dont...i dont know what hes trying to do. On the other hand! Not does Lancelot :) ]

Lancelot, does not realise this is gwaine’s poor attempt at flirting - since he’s seen gwaine ACTUALLY flirting and this is like. Nothing. And its also poorly executed. Which is NOTHING like gwaine.

So he pulls gwaine’s arm, and half hauls him out of bed.

As gwaine’s head crashes into lancelot’s stomach, he can smell lancelot’s clothes. They smell of flowers, and cotton and everything so natural and gwaine, who literally smells of wine, and wood and Tavern. (And aftershave, or the 500AD equivalent)

[see here, see im trying to bring themes of dionysis okay. OkayyyyyyyyY. yours truly likes looking at greek mythology. And both these two complete dionysis]

Gwaine, in his sleepy stupor, nestles his head on Lancelot’s hip, who gives a sigh and stands there. One hand clutching gwaine’s, leaving the other free.....

....to rake through his soft, flowy brown hair. And twirl his fingers through its waves, and Gwaine cuddles in further.

And since Lancelot left the door open, Leon (the other bitch who wakes up at 4am to do idk nothing) sees them two...like that, illuminated by the SUNLIGHT behind them, and smiles a little.

And then he trips over the stairs, the moment is lost.

Gwaine and Lancelot pull away at the same time, and gwaine’s face turns back to “ha ha im a Jerk (tm)” and if he wasnt too busy trying to hide how flustered he was, he’d see Lancelot looking at him the way he used to look at GWEN.

They both blink and look at each other, understandingly, neither of them to speak of this again.

And then Gwaine drags himself out of bed, and Lancelot raises his eyebrows as he watches him (totally not checking him out) haul out a book from his cupboard.

Gwaine’s too sleepy for this, he keeps yawning and rubbing his eyes (looking like a cat, Lancelot notes) and Lancelot takes a deep breath, his eyes understanding.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Lancelot, I love..” he bites his tongue, cursing his half asleep mind “..doing this, and love hanging out with you...I just cant stay up this early.”

Reading lessons, from now on, are at 1:30am-whenever Gwaine and Lancelot stop rambling about Odysseus and Circe and Telemachus

[i dont know any other ancient books apart from like. Ancient greek/Roman ones. So i guess. Its not historically accurate,,,,BUUIT this is a fanfic for a pair who had like no scenes together SO i think i can take some ✨creative liberties✨]

Lancelot has heard of the journey of Aneas from travelling bards, singing songs in his native old english. Gwaine’s eyes are quick at latin, and he learnt the flaws of Romulus and Remus in his pure latin. Gwaine’s a good teacher, and lancelot is a quick study, and it’s not long before they’re arguing over which Goddess caused the most harm in the Illiad.

Gwaine’s never met someone who he could reveal that he loved reading to, he loved doing.

Lancelot’s never met someone who he could tell he couldn’t read, and ask if they could teach him, love learning.

They make it work.

The other knights notice, of course they notice. Percival notices how Lancelot stumbles into the Gwaine’s room at night, bright eyed. Elyan notices Lancelot and Gwaine’s voices from Gwaine’s room opposite him; sometimes slow, Gwaine speaking slowly and Lancelot following; sometimes heated and passionate.

(They’re arguing. They’re arguing about how to pronounce Minerva)

Merlin finds the two, in the early hours of the morning - when the birds are figuring what song they sing today - on Gwaine’s bed.

Gwaine leaned against the bedframe, his trousered legs splayed over the sheets. Loosely braided, long brown hair fell over his closed eyelids, his mouth in a small smile.

And Merlin follows his arm draped over Lancelot, snuggled beside him, his head on his broad shoulder, every breath of wind pushing against curly black hair, making it almost /bounce/. His eyes are covered by the other man’s hair, and he looks...content. More content than Merlin has ever seen him.

He slips out as quietly as he came in, and smirks, hes gotta tell arthur they finally got their shit together oh GOD

Its no surprise to anyone but them, when Arthur pulls Lancelot out of training, and into his chambers.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone Lancelot.” He starts, his face geniune, his voice giving away hints of relief. (He thought he was never going to see his knight smile again after all the ordeals that had happened to him)

“Oh...” Lancelot’s heart sinks, “...how did you find out, Sire?”

Arthur blinks, taking in the change of mood in Lancelot, maybe it wasn’t anything important, maybe they were trying to keep it casual, hell they didnt want the king knowing.

“I- uh, I just noticed...” Goddamnit Merlin, and Goddamn his need to tell him everything he saw. (Merlin had advised him not to do this, as they sat on his bed after a long night. This was really his fault.)

Lancelot pales, and he places his hands down on the table beside him, palms slapping stone as he did so.

“Well, I guess I should tell you the whole truth then,” his voice is quiet, and Arthur steps closer, “Sire I am not of Noble birth, and was born in a village - as you know.”

Arthur nods, his arms crossed, but his Kingly Bravado fell away at the sight of his knight, and one of his closest friends, being this vulnerable.

“Yes I know, but what does this ha-“

“And we children in the village we-“ he falters, “-we were never taught to read.”

“Yes, no I understand, I-“ he pauses, Lancelot’s words hitting him a bit too late, this was about literacy?

This, this whole conversation was about literacy?

Not being gay?

Merlin was going to have a field day

“Sire?”

“I understand Lancelot, and is this why you feel a little out of place with the other knights?” He carries it on, with a smile, he has a few questions to ask merlin.

“Yes, and that’s why I asked Gwaine to tutor me from time to time, although, the sessions carry through late into the night, which may have been affecting my performance at practice. I’ll have you know that this is a temporary th-“

“It’s fine Lancelot,” Arthur places a hand on his shoulder, “You are still exceptional at practice,”

“Thank you Sire,” Lancelot twinkles.

✨

“Theyre, theyre not together?” Merlin cant stop laughing, tears streaming down his face, “theyre not TOGETHER?? oh my God arthur what did you DO”

They sit together on Arthur’s bed, drinking wine from stemless cups together, with Arthur recounting the events of the day; red faced.

“I mean, it was your idea Merlin.”

“I just saw them, and I assumed...I didnt...I didnt think youd ASK them.”

“What do you think I’d do then?? Let them be on their merry way.”

“Yes!”

✨

“Do you like me?” Gwaine asks, unexpectedly, one night, the moon vibrant against the loud sea.

“You’re...tolerable...” Lancelot says, a smile tugging at his lips, as the silver moonlight falls against his hair, a halo around him.

✨

The knights give them the look every morning, as the two of them stumbled out of the same room, more frequently than ever.

Sometimes Lancelot would throw on Gwaine’s shirt, when he’d crumpled his own beyond repair. Sometimes Gwaine would put some of Lancelot’s hair oil on, when his hair was frizzy.

They gave each other knowing looks when Gwaine and Lancelot started whispering and giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.

✨

And then Stupid gwaine had to go get fucking stabbed, and their delicate dance was like trying to waltz through a minefield.

Lancelot clutches onto Gwaine’s arm as Merlin feels his forehead with shaking hands.

“He’s burning up.”

“Infection...?” Lancelot sounds broken, and nods, fumbling with his pack to find some bandages.

It was just a simple quest; a save the day, get the girl, do various harmless shenanigans type of quest.

He’d half expected Gwaine to get the girl, and he cant help but give out a half choked laugh. Gwaine had no idea what hit him when she turned out to be the evil one all along.

He tries to forget that Gwaine showed no interest in her, he tries to forget that Gwaine’s been less frequent at the Tavern, he tries to forget that he hasn’t seen Gwaine with anyone since months now.

Gwaine, his beautiful Gwaine was lying on his lap, hot red blood rushing from his side, staining his polished chainmail with dark, sticky blood.

He’s been out for nearly an hour now, and Lancelot remembers carrying him, through the entire forest, forgetting his sword and his helmet and just grabbing Gwaine and getting the shit out of there.

Gwaine’s lack of self preservation was really rubbing off on Lancelot nowadays.

Merlin watches as Lancelot holds back tears, his own eyes stinging. Gwaine can’t die like this, he can’t die like this....

“hælan beorn adl”

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold, and Lancelot could feel warmth coming back into the fingers he was grabbing.

He was coming back.

And then the weight of everything hits him.

He was in Fucking Love.

✨

“Hey.” Gwaine’s voice is rough from disuse, but Lancelot nearly sobs when he hears the voice.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again, amor meus.” He puts his head down on Gwaine’s chest; finding the hammering of his heart calming.

He shimmies onto Merlin’s bed, which Gwaine had been lying in for the past few days.

“Did you mean, ami meus?” Gwaine sounds tired, too tired to be awake.

“Huh? Did i say something else?” Lancelot decides to play dumb, a sparkle in his eyes,

“I thought I heard amor meus,” Gwaine pushes his nose into Lancelot’s hair, taking in the wonderful smell of coconut.

“Well then, at least your hearing’s okay, amor meus.”

Gwaine gulped, and was sure Lancelot could hear his loud swallow.

“Lancelot, I hope this isnt a big joke with me teachin you latin and all,” Gwaine’s voice is a little wobbly from the slee deprivation and the magic and the pain numbers, “because I’ll have you know that I really love you, and I cant go on like this any longer,”

“Its okay Gwaine, I learnt latin from the man I love, of course it’s not a joke.”

“The man you love? Who’s tha-“

Realisation hits him like a brick.

Oh.

“Me?” His voice cracks, and Lancelot looks up, a smirk on his face.

“Of course dumbass.”

“Like I’m meant to know that,” Gwaine tries to keep his dont care-ish aura, but they both know he’s too exhausted to keep that up.

“mmm?”

Gwaine kisses him on the nose, and he wraps himself around him.

And thats how Merlin finds them later that day, eyes blinking as he stood there.

✨

“I’m glad you’ve found someone, Lancelot.” Arthur coughs.

“Is that what that whole talk was about???”

“Answer the question.” His words sound harsh, but he’s barely hiding a smile.

“I’m glad too, I’m Glad I found Gwaine too.” Lancelot blushes, turning to gwaine.

“Why are you asking anyway, Princess?”

“Oh just, making sure this time.”

#shit this turned into a fic #im sorry #uhh #gwainecelot #gwaine #lancelot #gwaine x Lancelot #gwaine/lancelot #i should post this onto ao3 #but like. fix it up first #fun times #first tumblr fic yall #im growing!!!#IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ESSAY WHAT IS THIS #gwaincelot #im SO sorry

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floatinginwords · 4 years ago

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Saved by the Devil (10/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You spend a little time with Tommy (Again sorry about my summaries i suck at them)

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Fem!reader (not romantic..but we are getting there slowly but surely)

A/n: Hi everyone. this chapter maybe a bit shorter than what i usually write and i didnt proof read this one so apologizes for that. This semester is just annoying. Too much going on for stupid online courses. Anyway this chapter is bit more in Tommys p.o.v, i mean we get a bit of readers in the end but yea...if you dont like that tell me or if you do tell me. If you guys have any questions or anything like that just tell me. And of course and always have a lovely day.

Thomas Shelby leads you to a little apartment near his office. He knew he could have driven you to the train station, given you some fare as you went on your way. He could have driven you to London. Hell, he could have paid someone to do it. But there was part of him deep down within that didn’t want you to go yet. It was a surprise for him to see you in the office. He hadn’t been avoiding you, things were just getting hectic around with the business. And with the constant pressure from the inspector and the sudden charges on Arthur and Michael, his focus needed to be sharp. And then he exits his office and see you standing with Lizzie, Polly, and Esme. For the first since he’s known you, he actually detected a little bit of nervousness from you.

At first he didn’t understand why you wanted to help in his little plan. It didn’t make sense for you to put yourself in harms way with all the shit you’ve already been through. He notices that when he asks about your father the way you tense up. He doesn’t know why he asks, its something he rather not talk about either. But it was a question that bothered him for awhile. He could of asked your father, in that last meeting when…

Thomas shakes his head from his thoughts turning to look at you who seemed just as dazed and muddled in their own thoughts. You were definitely an enigma to him. He doesn’t even remember what he said to make you laugh. All he remembers is that he did.

To him you laugh was like a canary singing a song of hope in the middle of brutal winter. Thomas doesn’t think he ever heard a sound so sweet. He feels his lips stretch into a smile, something that felt foreign on his face. It was definitely something he hadn’t done in awhile. So as he walks you to his place, keeping a gentle hand on your elbow to keep your balance. He couldn’t help but to think to himself ‘how can I hear that sound again?’

So he leads you in the apartment, setting you down on his couch. You flop down like a child and he cant help but be amused at your drunken state.

“Mr.Shelby, I believe I drank too much.” You hiccup.

“Thats alright,” Thomas says, “Listen you can rest here and we’ll talk more in the morning.” He doesn’t really want to end the night yet but he can see the fatigue in your face.

You shake you head at him, “We can talk now. I don’t sleep very much.” You don’t look into his eyes as you speak which he finds odd. A detail he’s always noticed was the eye contact you gave. He couldn’t tell what you were searching but he appreciated it, not many people could look him in the eye.

Hes suddenly reminded of a conversation you had awhile ago. When you had bluntly asked him your father was dead. He had expected you to say nothing for that entire ride. But you didn’t. He remembers your question.

“Do your nightmares ever stay with you longer that you would like?”

He had answered honestly. The nightmares often lingered around him for days sometimes weeks. It wasn’t often he got a good nights sleep. He could see the sleep in your eyes wanting to take over. You were fighting it though quite easily like you’ve done it before. He didn’t want to be overstepping any line and he also didn’t want to seem creepy remembering a conversation, a small detail from weeks ago. He wasn’t sure at all how you’d react to it. So he decided to say nothing, wait for you to take the lead. Which you did, mostly because your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes.

“You get nightmares too Mr. Shelby, I remember you agreeing with me this one time…”You trail off slurring your word, “Sometimes they can be so much…”

“What do you dream about?” He asks.

You don’t answer. Thomas doesn’t pressure you for answer, you look to be searching for one. Your mouth open and eyes wandering around the room. But you give no answer.

Thomas decides to speak, lighting a cigarette as he does, “I dream about France sometimes.” The answer surprise him. Hes not one for opening up.

You don’t say anything so he continues, “I can hear the shovels at night. That’s when their the loudest.” He blows the smoke as he talks.

“I sometimes dream of the hospital…they didn’t exactly treat me great there. Sometimes its my father…” You say the word ‘father’ quietly as if it was like a little curse falling off your lips.

Thomas wants to ask you what that man had done to you, why it seemed you feared and hated him so much. He wished he asked you in that first meeting with you. When he promised to kill him for you…..he knew then it was something you wanted, he didn’t know how badly…maybe if he had known he would have done things differently.

“Sometime he’s not even doing anything…he’s just watching me. And smiling,” You say pulling him away from his thoughts, “It takes a moment for me to realize he’s not there. He’s not watching.” You stop talking suddenly, certainly not meaning to get that honest.

Thomas clenches his jaw, “well it’s a good thing hes not around anymore.”

You look up at him for the first time the whole night, meeting his eyes. Your stare sends shivers up his arms.

“Right…” you trail off, looking uncertain. “Mr Shelby I-“

“You know,” He cuts you off wanting to change the subject, “I don’t think this is very business like.”

“Excuse me.” You blink confused with the sudden statement.

“I mean you won’t’ call me by my name because this is business but here you are at my place, drunk, talking to me about stuff that not business.”

You scoff at him. “Are you really that bothered by it?” you tease

“I just think in settings like this, you can let go a little bit.”

“I think you should get used to disappointment, Mr.Shelby.” You emphasize his name a bit.

“You must admit that we aren’t doing anything related to business.”

“Then what would you call it?” You challenge.

And he didn’t know what to call it. But he just felt more. Maybe it was friendship. He definitely enjoyed your company. He wasn’t afraid to admit that to himself. Hes reminded of the feelings of when you got hurt at the horse auction and went missing those three days. He didn’t want to admit that there was apart of him that cared for you. That part has been locked away ever since Grace. He had trusted her and loved her. And then she betrayed him. And there was just a part of him that just didn’t want to go through that again.

“Are you okay,” you ask, “you went quiet for a minute.”

“ Yea just thinking.”

“Do you wanna keep talking?” you say shyly.

And he couldn’t say no to you. That night the two of you spend you time just talking. It’s the first time Tommy’s ever done something like that. Take a woman home and not bed her. He wasn’t thinking about doing that with you but it had dawned on him later that small fact. You listened to his stories about his family. You were an only child and had no stories nearly s fun as his. You tell him you wish you grew up in a big family. You list all the places you wanted to travel to and he watches you ramble about them. The two of you laugh and smile. Both feeling lighter in each others presence. He can see you loosening up a bit and he just wonders what your like when you aren’t fully on guard. He can fee himself doing the same. He doesn’t mind but he knews that hes going to berate himself later. Hours pass and You both fall asleep on the couch, neither of you remembering what the other was talking about as you do. It was the first time in a long time that either of you had fallen asleep peacefully.

You wake up first, feeling an awful pudding within your head. Why was it that you never could know your limit. You attempt to get up when you sense an arm around you. A unwelcomed flutter of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you realize who the arm belongs to.

‘Fuck’ you think to yourself trying to untangle yourself from his arm, trying to understand how you even got roped up in him.

Successfully you manage to unwrap your self from him, the warmth of his body leaving your side making you feel cold. You’re tempted to roll back but think against it. You stretch up from the couch and walk around the apartment quietly. It wasn’t very big. The living room connected to the kitchen. And his room connected to the bathroom. You wonder around trying to wake your creaky bones. You see a bundle of letters on his, dresser with very neat and lovely writing, addressed to him. You see a pipe beside his bed and pick it up wondering if he used this on himself last night. You walk backwards trying to take it all in. He didnt have much. A few pictures of him and his siblings. And that woman from before. The older one who gave you chills with her stare. Pol-polly you think her name was. You continue walking backward before bumping into his dresser. The letters falling down. You bend down picking them up not without looking more closely at the beautiful stationary. You see at corner of the envelope

From Grace

For a minute you’re really disappointed. And you don’t know why. And then the pieces fall together. When you remember Mr.shelbys horses name, “Graces secret,” And when Ada told you ‘he had someone last year.” You don’t know why you feel uncomfortable all of a sudden. You don’t feel right hanging around his apartment. Unless their not together? Wait why do you even care? You neatly stack the envelopes back to their place and calmly walk away, needing to distract yourself from the sudden intrusion of thoughts you would very much like to get rid of.

You pass by Thomas sleeping body. You pause to look at him. Admiring the way his feature seem to soften up as he slept. You almost compare him to an angel. A knock on the door alerts you as you sit up straight. Thomas shoots up in a panic. He looks at you confused before getting up.

“How long have you been up?” he asks you, heading for the door.

You don’t answer. Watching him go to get the door. A small boy is behind the door, you cant hear what either of them say as they talk in hushed voices.

“(y/n),,” he calls you over, “my brother finn here is gonna lead you to the garrison I have a meeting I have to attend to.” He says not leaving you any room to argue to deny his request as he grabs his jacket and locks the door before the two of you.

“Ill be back soon, try not to run into trouble.” He says.

You nod and go your separate ways, following the young boy through the streets of Birmingham.

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