#merlin is a gaslighter at heart

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Arthur: so what do you do for work?

Merlin: I’m an actor

Arthur: I haven’t seen you in anything. What’ve you acted in? Shows? Movies?

Merlin: well, I’m acting right now as if there isn’t insane sexual tension between us

Arthur: what???

Merlin: what.

[justaz]

like i’ve said time and time again, i haven’t watched bbc merlin in years but i was just wondering when the first time merlin called arthur by his name to his face and im scrolling thru the transcripts on the fandom wiki (supposedly it was s1ep4 btw) and im skimming the script for all these episodes and getting angrier and angrier. gaius was wrong for all that. morgana deserved so much better. edwin muirden was valid as hell (for targeting uther AND gaius. yeah. i said it.). also kilgharrah ate with that one lil line “then turn a blind eye. that is, after all, your talent” okay lizard brain pop offff.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello!! I saw you have a groups option on your descendants masterlist and was wondering I'd you'd write something for the Descendants 4 vks, maybe one where reader is a hero kid and a detention monitor that somehow ends up making (slight) friends with them? I hope I explained that well and no worries if you can't do it, thank you! Have a nice day :))

oooo okay okay! I can definitely try for you 🫶🫶 ; sorry this is so short, I just didn't have any ideas lol ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

FEARFUL FIVE ; detention

summary ; youre an AK and a detention monitor, and make friends (kind of) with a group of vks

warnings ; language

word count ; 488

masterlist

The VK's landed themselves in detention after attempting to steal the forbidden recipe book, which was expected to you, unexpected to them. You sit in the library, watching over them as they quietly chatter amongst themselves. You couldn't care less about what they did, as long as they were sat in their seats and behaving, you'd be happily enjoying your book.

"They're kind of cute" Hook whispers to Morgie.

Morgie shrugs. Uliana behind them leans forward. "They're an AK, shut your trap"

Hook shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

You glance up from your book, the obnoxious whispering getting on your nerves. "Please, just.. talk like normal people. The whispering is annoying as hell."

Hades and Maleficent snicker.

"Sorry!" Hook flatly replies. He looks to Morgie, the two sharing an eyeroll.

You turn back down to your book, feet resting on the desk in front of you.

"Whatcha reading?" Morgie asks, leaning forward.

You look up, not moving your head. "It's a little thing on magic, spells, and sorcery," you reply.

Uliana, Morgie, and Hook share looks. Meanwhile, Maleficent files her claws for nails while Hades paints his fingernails black with nail polish at the table beside Uliana.

"What kind of magic, spells, and sorcery?" Uliana asks, intrigued.

You shrug. "Like love spells, earworm spells, dumb stuff. I'm looking it over for a test"

"Are there any spells that could... maybe cause people harm?" She continues

You shrug, looking up at her. "Not in here, nor in any book in this library. Any books with 'dangerous' spells or magic in general are restricted"

The trio whisper amongst themselves before Hook slightly slaps Morgie's shoulder.

"Ehm-" Hook speaks. "Where are those books residing at, then?"

"Merlin's office," you answer. "There's a solid wall filled floor to ceiling in books. Such a shame, even if there's only one bad part, it has to be restricted"

"Yeah... how sad," Hook flatly replies, looking up at the clock, reading 3:59.

"So... if someone were to try and get access to those books?.." Uliana leads on

"I shouldn't really be giving away information on this, especially to VKs..."

Morgie quickly puts on his puppy dog eyes. "You know... not all VKs are that bad. We're just adventurous and curious, and people think we're evil because we accidentally do bad things"

Hook rolls his eyes, finding the gaslighting kind of not fun at all.

"Can you please tell us?" He continues. "We'll be your friends for life."

You sigh, your heart quickly falling for Morgie's lies. "Well, you'd have to sneak into his office, and some books have special magic locks on them, so you'd have to break through them. You could probably use some simple little spell, or probably melt them for that matter. I dunno for sure-"

"Alright, well, we're out of here. Thanks for all your help." Hook smiles

You watch as the group collect themselves before walking toward the nearest exit.

"Uh, yeah. Bye..."

[marcskywalker]

no but arthur gaslighting everyone and their mother to believe that merlin doesn't have magic is so KSGFKJDKV

and it's not even on purpose. It's just because arthur believes in merlin so much; trusts his loyalty and the goodness of his heart.

Even when he catches merlin doing shady (shady AS FUCKKK) shit, there is never any serious questioning or doubt. They'll banter and be nosy about each other, but there is never any serious interrogation on what merlin is doing or what he's hiding.

and then, because he believes merlin so much, he goes and convinces everyone else (his knights, his father, his court members) to have trust in merlin as well. not just that, he actively berates anyone who doubts merlin?????

every time I remember dotd where arthur says "you don't have magic, merlin. I would know" there is legit a physical pain in my chest and stomach that I can't stand WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[starrieisdelusional]

a long rambling/idea/rant of how i want bbc merlin plot to go

Season 1

General: stays the same (light-hearted season) but merlin starts to question gaius and kilgharrah, empathizes with morgana. Elyan is introduced somewhere between episodes. Gwen father didn’t die. Mordred ISN’T introduced yet. Morgana is gaslighted by merlin + gaius (not forever i swear guys)

Finale: merlin vs nimueh (epic battle this time), merlin is almost close to loosing but gaius helps him, however nimueh survives

Season 2

General: introduction of mordred on the second ep (merlin hates him), ep 1 is abt balinor (mentor figure for merlin + should meet with hunnith), arthur finds out abt ygraine (and yes merlin lied abt it) + starts questioning uther, we got more arthur’s pov when merlin is at the ‘tavern’ (episodes where merlin is not there and focuses on arthur instead), morgana finds out abt her magic. Freya + gwen romance plotline happened. Percival + Gwaine introduction, merthur kiss but they never acknowledge it (yep they’re in denial)

Finale: kilgharrah lost hope of merlin so he turns to nimueh (in a hidden scene nimueh told arthur the truth abt his birth), nimueh + uther battle (but nimueh lost NOO), balinor DIES, merlin stops kilgharrah, glimpse of morgause (at the ep end). Morgana made a decision to kill uther

Season 3

General: aithusa is born (morgana + kilgharrah + merlin really likes her), morgana villain arc (she finds out that merlin is gatekeeping magic from her + merlin trying to kill mordred lmao), either morgwen romance or gwencelot (i can’t choose), gwen’s father died, this season = gwen’s arc

Finale: magic reveal, uther’s death, morgouse + morgana attacked the castle, morgana and morgouse fighting + breaking of to their own path (morgana realizes morgause is kind of twisted evil)

Season 4

General: arthur banning merlin from camelot (merlin runaway arc), arthur + gwen + the knights running the kingdom, morgana redemption arc, morgouse + aggravaine becomes main villain, political shit in camelot (like other kingdom who also despises sorcery/power manipulation, an in-depth look of other kingdoms), GAIUS DIES, hunnith + aithusa + kilgharrah scenes, mordred + merlin + morgana bonding, ygraine scenes, arthur trying to forget merlin but CANT, oh and aggravaine is also a villain here but he actually has personality and pure evil, arthur getting excalibur, arthur is really struggling to find himself here (to be like his father or follows his heart). Btw merlin is there and it shows every time magic related enemies attacks camelot/everytime arthur is about to die really but he’s literally in the shadows now and arthur pretends not to notice

Finale: morgause + aggravaine attacking the kingdom, arthur accepts + forgiving merlin + morgana back and assign them as court sorceress + court physician, hunnith scenes, arthur tolerating magic, adopting mordred (apology for killing his father lol), probably adopting aithusa

Season 5

General: arthur lifts the ban against magic, marrying merlin, cendred is a villain here (however he is introduced in s4), merlin GETTING A STAFF (also introduced in previous seasons but he’s worthy of it here, arthur made it btw and it’s a power up for melrin)

Finale: morgause + cendred finale attack, a few deaths (they won thoe cuz this is the good ending)

End:

Camelot brings a new era (symbolizing change)

Arthur: King

Merlin: consort/court dragonlord with titles like “king arthur’s shadow”

Gwen: Court Advisor/head of the house

Morgana: Court Sorceress

Aithusa: Court Dragon

Why i think merthur should be canon:

1) they’re gay

2) real reason: so i think its good for the plot too since magic is a euphemism for gay, relates to the theme of arthur bringing change to camelot but other than marrying a servant, he marries a MALE servant who has magic ☺️🫶😘🙏

Series ends with everyone at the roundtable, gathering for a meeting

Okay that’s it let me know what you want to change 🥰

**This rambling is now updated, check it out here:

To find my other ramblings about this AU, filter with the hashtag #must we really rely on fate?

[wishiwasadruid]

Baby Merlin in Ealdor: *Randomly bouncing around mid air*

Will, following him: BOing bOing!

Hunith after her 1638728th heart attack once again gaslighting the entire Village: Oh he’s just Bouncing on a Horse.

Villager: There is no horse ?!

Hunith: You don’t see a horse? Oh my you really must rest the heat must be too much. *Proceeds to fan herself like her baby isn’t just making a butterfly with glowing golden eyes

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Writers Tag Game!

The tried and true strategy of using song lyrics as fic titles.....we've all been there.

How do song lyric titles measure up in your fic?

Total number of fics: 65 (all on Ao3)

Number of fics with 'song lyric' titles: 15

Number of fics with lyrics (in parenthesis): 2

Go crazy, go stupid, list all your song lyric fics and what song you used as the title(if you so wish):

Long Live [BBC Merlin, title from Long Live,Taylor Swift]

Rose Colored Boy [Helluva Boss, Rose Colored Boy, Paramore]

When I Ruled The World [BBC Merlin, Viva la Vida, Coldplay]

A Health to Those Who Dance By The Fires [BBC Merlin, Beltane Fires, Gaia's Consort]

The Joker(s) [The Mechanisms, The Joker, Steve Miller Band]

Count to Seventeen (Close Your Eyes) [Danger Days, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, My Chemical Romance]

The Edges of What We Might Be [The Mechanisms, Pieces, The Mechanisms]

You Want a Revelation, Some Kind of Resolution [BBC Merlin, No Light, No Light, Florence + The Machine]

It Must Be Love [The Umbrella Academy, You Got Me, Colbie Callait]

It Wasn't Worth It [Supernatural, 1,000 Years, The Gaslight Anthem]

And Make It Our Own [Danger Days, Take the World, Ray Toro]

And If I Thought It Would Help (I Would Carve Your Name Into My Heart) [Danger Days, Dark Places, The Gaslight Anthem]

If In The End I End With You [The Locked Tomb Series, The Weatherman, The Gaslight Anthem]

LET IT OUT LET IT OUT LET IT OUT YOU'RE DOING ALL RIGHT [Danger Days, Id'a Called You Woody, Joe, The Gaslight Anthem]

They'll Wish The First Life They'd Taken Was Mine [Danger Days, Gay Werewolf Murder Ballad, The Forgetmenauts]

Tag Writer Friends: @alfalfairy @rusalkaandtheshepherdgirl @bsideheart AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PARTICIPATE

[will-come-a-poet]

So after playing "The Remembering" update of Disney's Dreamlight Valley, I really wanted to write a piece where my player character kind of confronts Gothel.

Anyway, this is that piece. Obviously, spoilers ahoy! Also, content warning for (minor) references to subjects such as gaslighting, emotional manipulation/abuse, and childhood trauma.

“Mother Gothel?”

The woman stopped what she was doing to look towards the source of her voice being called. In the small part of The Valley that she had claimed as her own stood the ruler of Dreamlight Valley herself. The monarch in front of her stood tall with an apparent put-on confidence that the younger woman wasn’t yet used to wearing.

Gothel took this moment to scrutinize what had changed and what had stayed the same in the time the girl had been away. Their ruler was still disgustingly kind, incomprehensibly altruistic, and unbearably good. Gone was the naive child that Gothel could sweet talk into running errands, the confused preteen seeking her guidance, and the damaged teenager who finally snapped. Sure, there was still that beautiful thread of insecurity that Gothel loved to tug on and the desperate need for validation just waiting to be exploited. But…no…no, the ruler before her was different now. For one thing, her expression was much harder than the older woman had ever seen.

“We need to talk-” the monarch spoke after a beat of silence, voice bare of any emotion “about what you did to The Forgotten; about what you did to me.”

Oh, right. That. Of course, how could she forget? Their ruler had, oh so, bravely jumped into their memories, redeemed The Forgotten, and saved the valley they had once destroyed and abandoned.

“What I did?” Gothel retorted, admonished. “Oh please, darling. You did all of this-” she gestured to a few stray night thorns “yourself.” It was a dirty trick, sure. But the ruler had always been good at taking on blame that wasn’t hers.

“No” “No?”

“No,” the monarch repeated, “I’m done playing your games, Gothel. I was a child. I was hurting. I was lost and confused, and you used that. You used me to hurt the place that was meant to be an escape from that sort of thing!”.

For once, Gothel was silent.

“Merlin says he has half a mind to trap you in that tree again, and considering that The Forgotten, no, that my Inner Child is back in the valley, I can’t say I blame him.”

The ruler paused. Her stance of unsure confidence had morphed into one of hunched shoulders and old hurt. She maintained eye contact with the older woman for once instead of taking breaks to look at the floor, sky, or anything else.

“But…I’m not going to do that. And every day you get to walk free, I want you to thank whatever higher power you believe that you failed to erase the kindness in my heart. You just… made it hide away for a bit”.

Another pause as the ruler…no… the Queen of Dreamlight Valley composed herself. In the distance, Mother Gothel heard a certain wizard call for assistance. As the Queen turned to answer her mentor, she looked back at Gothel one last time.

“And stay away from The Forgotten. You’ve done enough damage there already”.

[embracetranquilityson]

A Duellist's Redemption

Summary: A comfortable life, a well-paying Ministry job and a loving family— you would have had it all, had you never met Victor Rookwood.

Instead, blood fills your days and nightmares haunt your nights.

The rise and fall of an Ashwinder Duellist, whose conscience finally caught up with them.

[Y/N-You POV, gender neutral.]

TW: Blood and violence, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, physical abuse, implied/mentioned child abuse, implied/mentioned animal (magical beasts) abuse.

Chapters: 11 (fully published)

Full fanfic:

First chapter: Act I - The beginning

You didn't really know how you got where you were.

Once, you were a regular, naive, boring student and now… now you could hardly look at yourself in the mirror.

It all started in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, after a mock duel like many you had fought before; but that time your opponent was a boy named Victor Rookwood. You had seen him around before, strutting in the hallways like he owned the place but you didn't really know him, nor did you know any of the boys who seemed to escort him wherever he went.

Not that it mattered. You fought, you won, Victor got mad and threw a tantrum, the lesson was over and your life would go on the same as always, or so you thought.

You couldn't have known that day would have been the beginning of the end— of your end.

As mad as he had seemed in class, Victor Rookwood actually approached you a few days later, all smiles and arrogance, complimenting your skills like nothing had happened. He invited you to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer and, Merlin knows why, you accepted.

Now, you cringed at the memory. You cringed at how much fun you had had that day with him.

Days and weeks and years blurred together and while life went on, you and Victor were always at each other's side. You knew everything about each other, about your families, about his father’s… business. Even that didn't deter you.

You, a regular no one from a family of regular no ones, didn't mind that your friend was the son of a gang ringleader. On the contrary, you found it fascinating, alluring even.

Man, you were dumb.

The first crack came in the middle of a summer night, when the air was warm and the fireflies danced under the moonlight.

You were twenty-two years old, doing odd jobs to make ends meet while you waited for a response from the Ministry; just a few days before, you had applied for a job in the Beast Division, with a stellar recommendation from your beasts Professor. You were hoping to end up in Troll Patrol or Werewolf Capture Unit but anything was fine really.

Victor had hated the idea since the beginning and tried to discourage you in any way he could but you hadn't budged.

You still remembered what you had told him the day he found out you had applied, and the words now felt like venom in the back of your throat: “Victor, I love you and I will always be there for you, but my future is at the Ministry. And if they reject me, I'll become a Dragonologist or something.”

Heh. Jokes on you. Jokes on that placid summer night. Jokes on your dreams and your future.

A tenday had passed since your fight with Victor— if you could even call it that, since he had stormed off without a word.

The night was warm and you couldn't sleep, worried about the long silence from the Ministry.

As you tossed and turned, a knock on the door was bound to change your life.

You had never seen the man in front of you, nor did his name mean anything to you, yet it only took a sentence for you to follow him into the darkness: “Victor sent me. He’s in trouble.”

Your heart raced in your chest as you took the stranger’s arm and, moments later, you were outside the Rookwoods’ mansion.

You had been there thousands of times during the years but the faces that haunted its hallways that night were all but familiar to you. Dozens of people stood watch, as still as statues, as you were escorted into the dining room, into a future that you would've never thought for yourself.

Your friend, Victor Rookwood, stood next to the dining table, his face bloody and raw and his clothes ripped and stained. He smiled a crooked smile when he saw you.

“Good, you're here. We're all here, then.” He growled, his voice hoarse and strained.

You noticed a few known faces in the room: old mutual friends from school, a couple of people Victor had met during the years and that you had gotten familiar with, and… Mr. Rookwood sat on a chair, slouched over the table with blood pooling under his head. He was mumbling something but you couldn't understand him. You couldn't understand anything.

Your heart rate sped up again, as your mind tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“See, father? Even [Y/N] came to say goodbye.”

Goodbye? Why would you…— Mr. Rookwood spat a bloody drool and Victor slammed his head —again, apparently— against the wooden table.

You froze. It was as if time itself had stopped.

“Now, now, where are your manners, boy?” he laughed as he quoted what his father used to tell him time and time again, usually before beating him bloody.

Was that what it was? Was that Victor finally snapping? If so, why were so many people there? Why were you there? Why did he send for you?

It took you years to realise what had happened that night, the manipulation and coercion that he used to get you there.

But you didn't know then. All you knew was that your friend needed you and that no matter what your bleeding heart thought, his abusive father deserved everything that was happening to him. Or at least that was what Victor had told you after. After his father was dead, after he had become the new Mr. Rookwood, leader of the Rookwood gang, and he needed you.

Your skills in a duel were unmatched, he said.

He didn't trust anyone else to watch his back, he said.

The Ministry will never hire you now that you're an accessory to murder. He didn't say that, and it took you years to realise that that was the reason why you were really there that night.

He wanted you: your wand, your skill, your loyalty… your dreams were a hindrance he could no longer tolerate.

So you pledged yourself to him; to keep him safe, you said to yourself as you laid awake that night, Mr. Rookwood’s death mask seared into your mind, as guilt and fear and horror bubbled in your guts like a cocktail of poisons.

“My closest friend, my Ashwinder, my Duellist.”

You still remembered his smile while he said that, his hands, still smeared with his father's blood, cupped around your cheeks.

You felt bad for him, then. Now, you wished you had punched him right to daddy dearest.

[sonicasura]

You know what be a fun AU idea?

Making Barbara Lake an actual threat to her enemies and the only one aware of it is Jim.

We all know that she will throw hands with God for her son. Like Barbara literally just goes off on Strickler, Angor Rot, a Gumm Gumm and fucking Merlin. She would put on the bloody Fierce Deity Mask if given the chance whilst not giving a damn about the mysterious god stuck inside. LET HER WREAK HAVOC.

I think it be even more chaotic if she looks human but actually wasn't. Whether she used to be human or had Jim in this state is a toss up. It make an interesting hybrid Jim as a side.

One example involves one of my favorite Digimon, GranDracmon.

Barbara essentially makes a deal where she becomes the vessel of the Dark Area Ruler's power. No strings attached as the woman can do whatever her heart desires. Barbara, of course, just continues life like normal. Maybe disposing any petty crook or a certain awful husband.

Oh yeah, that would make Jim is half human/Digimon since this deal was made before he been born. Barbara's human form is now an interactive mirage. RIP James once he realizes just what he divorced on her son's 5th birthday. 🤔

Barbara take Strickler's attempt at the life bond spell as a cute joke since she's essentially undead. Can't really bound your life force to a dead person. Avocado man revealing his true appearance be like:

Barbara: You are so cute!

Strickler: C-c-cute?!!! Are you nutty?!

Barbara: *reveals her GranDracmon visage* Batty is more accurate. 🧛

Strickler: Oh my 😳

Also extra rip Merlin if he manages to gaslight Jim into doing the spell. Wouldn't that make him half GranDracmon/Troll or a third of each? It be an ultra pain in the ass if he hadn't awaken his Digimon side so now he has extra issues moving his new body.

Jim barely making it to his home on shaky legs while the beast like heads, horns, tail, and wings way him down. Barbara WILL hurl Merlin through the walls at the sight of what he's done to her baby. He realizes that he practically fucked over a literal demon lord's whelp as she stares him down with vile fury.

What worse way to explain to your friends and allies about not being fully human. If Jim hadn't told them or at least his best friend. Also Eternal Night? More like Eternal Hell cause Barbara got a humongous advantage.

Only powerful light can kill a GranDracmon so they essentially just added curtains to a crystalline massacre. I won't be surprised if she just crystallizes Gunmar and Morgana then use their bodies to fix the Primordial Heartstone.

Gotta love my insane brain sometimes.

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

I think Merthur would live on toxic yaoi island actually.

Idk something something gay people something something emotional manipulation??? LET THAT BOY CRY PU-LEAAAASE

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Whumpcember 7

All of this Whumpcember is a single, long fic, with the prompts used in specific scenes, in order. See the Masterlist and AO3 link here.

((content warnings: head trauma, brain damage, blood, beating?, domestic violence?, gaslighting?, unreality, gentle whumper / carewhumper))

promptspiration: @whumpcember Day 7: Fainting

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Carewhumper: Harry Potter Pairing: mild Harry/Draco whump type: slow burn abuse fic with a whumpee who doesn't even realise he's a prisoner -> looks like hurt/comfort, sick fic fic type: post-Hogwarts AU

words: ~2200

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Draco woke in the dark, the fire burned out, and he was cold. When was he not cold? He could tell immediately that he was fully awake and would not be sleeping again, and he made himself leave the warmth of the blankets, because he could feel dark thoughts pressing against the back of his mind that he needed to distract himself from. 

He took a single bite of the half a sandwich remaining beside the bed and then got up. 

And the door was locked again. A sudden surge of fury had him yanking the door with a yell; this time, it came open for him with, and the satisfaction sat happily alongside the anger. He was going to kill him. If he was accused of murder, he might as well follow through, and right now he could not think of anyone he would rather kill than the condescending asshat who kept locking him in his room… 

He was just at the bottom of the stairs when the front door came open with a wave of cold air. The wandlight went out in the same instant he looked over, leaving him with just the impression of a tall silhouette carrying several bags or packages, against the vaguely orangish light of the street. For a split second, he didn't think he recognised the silhouette — it was too tall, too thin, too angular, it wasn't Harry at all, it was an Auror or a Death Eater come for him—

Then he yelled, and even if the voice was still deep and strange with fury, the tone of it was so terrifyingly familiar that it stopped his breath and froze him in place. "God damn it, Draco!" 

Any sound he made was drowned out in the sound of Harry's packages hitting the floor, and then he had crossed the hall and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him from the stairs. Draco gasped and seized up in a sudden irrational surge of fear, like his heart had locked up.

"I gave you one fucking instruction!" His back was slammed into the wall, and he tried to pull away, then Harry's fingers snatched a handful of his hair to hold him still. "One fucking thing, for your own good, and you can't even do that!" He tried to grab his arm and Harry slammed his head into the wall. The darkness bloomed with irrational flashes of colour, blood was rushing in his ears, so much pain spiked through his head he almost couldn't hear him. His head was yanked up and then driven into the wall again. "Why is it so damned hard for you to do as you're told?" 

He couldn't control his limbs; his legs went limp and dragged him down the wall, twitching, everything pulling away in the sound of blood rushing and indecipherable yelling.

—-

"Draco!"

There was light, but it hurt him to look. He moved his face away from it and was overwhelmed by blinding pain in his head. He couldn't move, could barely breathe. 

"Thank Merlin…" Harry breathed above him, and a hand rested on his chest. There were more words but it didn't make much sense, something about healing. They weren't important, out there beyond the pain. He whimpered faintly as something touched him and the pain burst through his skull. 

A reassuring hand rubbed his chest slowly, and the pain in his head slowly lessened, to the sound of Harry's murmured spells. He was able to start breathing better and cracked his eyes open. The light of the single lit lamp up the wall was still a lot, but it didn't quite hurt. 

"Can you hear me, Draco?" Harry leaned over him, searching his face.

His heart jumped into his throat and he sat up with a gasp, almost hit him with his head, pushed away, and collapsed against the bottom railing of the bannister, churning stomach heaving but not quite able to throw up. The room was spinning and he couldn't let go or he'd tumble away. 

"It's okay." Harry followed and set his hands on his back. "It's all right, take it easy, you hit your head—"

"You did this!" He twisted and weakly tried to shove his hands away in a blind panic. 

Harry pulled back with a bewildered expression. "What?" 

"You hit… Yelling…" He was gasping and pushing himself back, away from him, before he could hurt him again. 

Harry held up his hands backing away. "You think I hit you?" 

"You locked my door!"

"I didn't, Draco. I told you I wouldn't do that." He reached out tentatively. Like he was a wild animal. "And what does that have to do with hitting you?" 

"I don't…" He hunched over, holding his head in one hand. If it would just stop hurting he could think!

"Draco…" A hand lightly settled on his shoulder, and lifted when he flinched and shoved him away, and then returned to rub his arm. "Draco, calm down. It's all right. Nobody's going to hurt you. Were you dreaming?" 

"No!" He held his head where Harry had smashed it into the wall; his hair was matted with blood, and it hurt, so fucking bad. 

"Hey, hey." Harry moved closer and put his arm around him, holding him with implacable gentleness when he tried to pull away again. His heart was racing but he couldn't move when he realised he was trapped — couldn't get away. Couldn't breathe. "Hey, it's all right. You hit your head, bad. What you're saying sounds like your dreams — those nightmares you have about me?" He rubbed his back slowly. "It doesn't make sense. I locked your door and then punched you? How could I do that?"

"I don't…" Draco gasped, clutching around his mind for any kind of answers. 

"Look, Draco." Harry held him against his side and nudged his jaw to turn his face up so he could look around him. They were at the foot of the stairs. There was a distressingly large pool of half-coagulated blood across two steps, and a large spot of it on a step above. His voice was so calm, reasonable, understanding. "I have an idea. Remember how we saw your mind would make up memories?"

"No…" he said quietly. Not because he didn't remember that, but he refused it. 

"I think maybe… you hit your head and don't remember how, so your mind picked up your dreams for an explanation." 

"I'm not lying—"

"If that's what happened, it's not your fault. It looks like you hit your head on the stairs," Harry said, rubbing his arm. "Do you remember how? Anything would help. Or is it just me that you remember?"

"No…" He stared helplessly at the blood on the stairs. On the stairs. He didn't remember anything about the stairs. He looked at the wall in confusion, where Harry had hit him, but there was nothing there. No blood, no dents or cracks. He looked back at the stairs. "I…"

Harry rubbed his arm. "You're all right," he murmured. Draco looked at him, not even sure what he was hoping to see, but he found him looking into his face with an expression of both sympathy and fear. He looked so unguarded. Harry realised he was caught looking and looked up the stairs instead. 

"You passed out," he realised quietly. He anxiously squeezed Draco against his side. "It is my fault… You tried to come downstairs, and I wasn't here to help, and you fainted and fell. Probably because you haven't been eating. I knew I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry…" 

He looked up the stairs, into the darkness. Was that right? He just… fainted? Harry's hand grabbing a fistful of his hair felt so real. He lifted his hand to his hair, but he couldn't feel anything. That side wasn't bloody. "I fell," he murmured, testing it out. All of the evidence said that was true. Why was his mind so cruel to him, then? So desperate for memories that it made up something so terrible just to fill a gap? It would rather believe Harry hurt him that way than not have anything?

"I'm sorry," Harry repeated quietly, running his hand down Draco's hair. "I won't let it happen again." He let him go long enough to raise his wand and clean the blood from the stairs. "I'm going to help you up." 

He stood up and pulled Draco to his feet, and Draco almost collapsed again. The nausea rose up in a wave and the room spun wildly, but the real problem was that his leg buckled out from under him. Harry caught him against his chest, and Draco weakly held onto his shirt, holding his head and trying to catch his breath to push the pain away. Occlumency to put away pain, make it go far away… Didn't really work… 

"That's not good," Harry said, rubbing his back. "Let's get you cleaned up and I'll check you out. Up…" He supported him up the stairs, into the bathroom; he managed to get his legs working and focus on one step at a time. Draco winced away when he lit the lamp; the light felt like it stabbed him through the temples.

Draco got a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and was arrested by the sight of the blood that not only plastered his hair on the right side of his head to his skull and pulled it into clumps, but also covered that side of his face. He hadn't even realised. With his thin face and sunken eyes, he looked like a corpse. "Sick," he whispered.

"Don't, you haven't eaten enough to be sick, you'll hurt yourself." Harry conjured up a stool for him to sit. He wet a cloth and started wiping his face down; Draco closed his eyes and let him without interruption. "I guess I could do this with magic," Harry allowed, holding his jaw gently to keep his head from moving, "but I want to see if there are any other injuries, and judge how much it still hurts." 

"Much." 

"I know," he assured him. "I can see that. Let me know if something specifically hurts more, though." 

The warm cloth wasn't unpleasant, until it pressed against his cheekbone and he had to gasp and reach for Harry's arm, to hold it back. Harry resisted gently, but prodded the area with his fingers, feeling the swelling. "Here?"

"Yes…" 

"All right. It feels like there might be a small break. I'll take care of it." He took up his wand and drew it along Draco's cheek. A warm line came after the wand as the healing magic sank into his skin. "How's that?"

He nodded, just a little, and regretted it. Pain still lanced through his head with every movement, like a fiery net wrapped around the back of his neck and up over his skull that burned every time he pulled on it. 

"Okay. That's good." Harry's fingers prodded his cheek lightly again, found it no longer sensitive, and went back to cleaning the blood. He moved onto his hair — and almost immediately discovered that the source of the massive pain in his head was just there, no visible wound but a spot high above his ear that made Draco stop breathing at the lightest touch. Tears of sheer pain leaked out the corners of his eyes — there was no emotion behind it, no social angle, no room for any of that beyond the pure physical agony that just forced them out. He needed him to stop touching, just stop…

"Shh, it's okay," Harry murmured, and took his hands away. "It's okay." He switched to his wand again and cast a spell over him. This time the difference was negligible, though, and Harry ran his hand down the back of his hair gently, but that still caused intense pain. 

He felt Harry's hands guiding him up, holding his elbow and the other going around his shoulders. He didn't have the wherewithal to resist. He limped after him, back to his bedroom, and Harry helped him lie down. He was thoughtful enough not to light any lights, and there was only a thin line around the edge of the window to see by. 

Harry sat on the edge of the bed with him, one knee drawn up on it, and very intentionally held both of his hands. "Squeeze my hands for me, I need to check something." He did as asked without questioning it, more focusing on his breathing, trying to find some sort of equilibrium. The breathing might be making the pain subside, just a little. Or maybe it was lying down, or just not moving. "Hard as you can… All right." He set his hands gently back on his stomach. 

"What…?" he asked faintly.

"Nothing." Harry rubbed his arm. "I noticed you're not speaking well. I need you to show me that you can." 

"Can… It just hurts…" 

"Come on, show me full sentences." 

He forced open his eyes and slightly turned his head to look at him. Even that shot pain up from his neck. "I can talk. I'm just… it's hard…" 

"Why is it hard?" he prodded.

"Head hurts." He closed his eyes again. "Too much to think…"

"But you were okay before?"

He didn't know what he was talking about, didn't have the presence of mind to figure it out. 

Harry eventually rubbed his chest lightly. "I'm going to put you to sleep and find you something for your head. I think rest is good for you right now, okay?"

"Yes…" Sleep, he wanted that. The respite of darkness. Please. 

Harry rubbed his chest then squeezed his hand, and then there was nothing.

[legends-of-time]

Amelia’s Story (BBC Merlin Story) - Masterlist

Pairings:

Original Female Character & Morgana & Morgause

Arthur & Morgana & Original Female Character

Percival/Original Female Character

Merlin/Original Female Character

Gwaine/Original Female Character

Gwen/Arthur

Original Female Character & Original Female Character

Warnings:

Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Death, Cannon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting

Physical description:

Amelia has light brown hair and blue eyes

Summary:

Amelia never really thought about what would happen when she died. Wait, no that was a lie. She had wondered if she would be reincarnated she supposed or just simply go to some sort of afterlife. Or maybe she would wake up in the world of one of the very first Tv shows that she had got obsessed with.

Amelia genuinely did not think this would happen, fanfiction is just that! Fanfiction!

But hey ho here she is.

——

The usual tale of someone dying then waking up in one of their favourite TV show with, what I hope, is a twist.

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Chapter 2: The Beginning of Her New Life

Chapter 3: Becoming Too Real

Chapter 4: Drastic Changes

Chapter 5: Family

Chapter 6: The Dragon's Call

Chapter 7: Valiant

Chapter 8: The Mark of Nimueh

Chapter 9: The Poisoned Chalice

Chapter 10: Lancelot

Chapter 11: A Remedy to Cure All Ills

Chapter 12: The Gates of Avalon

Chapter 13: The Beginning of the End

Chapter 14: Excalibur

Chapter 15: The Moment of Truth

Chapter 16: The Labyrinth of Gedref

Chapter 17: To Kill the King

Chapter 18: Le Morte d'Arthur

Chapter 19: The Curse of Cornelius Sigan

Chapter 20: The Once and Future Queen

Chapter 21: The Nightmare Begins

Chapter 22: Lancelot and Guinevere

Chapter 23: Beauty and the Beast Part One

Chapter 24: Beauty and the Beast Part Two

Chapter 25: The Witchfinder

Chapter 26: The Sins of a Father

Chapter 27: The Lady of the Lake

Chapter 28: Sweet Dreams

Chapter 29: The Witch's Quickening

Chapter 30: The Fires of Idirsholas

Chapter 31: The Last Dragonlord

Chapter 32: The Tears of Uther Pendragon Part One

Chapter 33: The Tears of Uther Pendragon Part Two

Chapter 34: Goblin's Gold

Chapter 35: Gwaine

Chapter 36: The Crystal Cave

Chapter 37: The Changeling

Chapter 38: The Castle of Fyrien

Chapter 39: The Eye of the Phoenix

Chapter 40: Love in the Time of Dragons

Chapter 41: Queen of Hearts

Chapter 42: The Sorcerer's Shadow

Chapter 43: The Coming of Arthur Part One

Chapter 44: The Coming of Arthur Part Two

Chapter 45: The Darkest Hour Part One

Chapter 46: The Darkest Hour Part Two

Chapter 47: The Wicked Day

Chapter 48: Aithusa

Chapter 49: His Father's Son

Chapter 50: A Servant of Two Masters

Chapter 51: The Secret Sharer

Chapter 52: Lamia

Chapter 53: Lancelot du Lac

Chapter 54: A Herald of the New Age

Chapter 55: The Hunter's Heart

Chapter 56: The Sword in the Stone Part One

Chapter 57: The Sword in the Stone Part Two

Chapter 58: Arthur's Bane Part One

Chapter 59: Arthur's Bane Part Two

Chapter 60: The Death Song of Uther Pendragon

Chapter 61: Another's Sorrow

Chapter 62: The Disir

Chapter 63: The Dark Tower

Chapter 64: A Lesson in Vengeance

Chapter 65: The Hallow Queen

Chapter 66: With All My Heart

Chapter 67: The Kindness of Strangers

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[fuckingfandomfreak]

Just read a fic about the Hunter’s Heart and had to find a gif post just to rant about it

I’m about to get controversial.

Merlin is so completely awful here and the fact that no one ever points it out is insane. Fandom stop sucking Merlin off challenge. (It’s not sucking off actually it’s woobifying and that’s so much worse honestly) Arthur gets frequent criticism for his treatment of Merlin but Merlin never gets ANY.

First, why does no one mention the fact that Merlin has the AUDACITY to act offended that Arthur kept a secret from him???? Like wtf do you do everyday Merlin? And while Merlin’s magic does actually affect Arthur (Merlin frequently ENCHANTS Arthur) who Arthur marries is literally NONE of Merlin’s business. If you want to argue that Merlin doesn’t owe Arthur any of his secrets, then grant Arthur the same courtesy.

And then Merlin’s insane, out-of-fucking-line pressuring Arthur to take back his CHEATING FIANCÉ. Merlin thinks Gwen cheated on her own volition, and he still INSISTS Arthur needs to get back with her. He literally does not care what Arthur feels. This is like the only time where I actually thought that Merlin cared more about his destiny than he did about Arthur bc if he actually did care about Arthur, he would not WANT Arthur to get back with someone that betrayed him and broke his heart. I would literally be losing my mind if my friend tried to do that.

Of course, Arthur threatened to banish him. In what world is what Merlin’s saying not just fucking shitty??? Like why are you rubbing it in his face that he still loves a woman that cheated on him??? This conversation right here would’ve broken any trust i had in Merlin if I was Arthur. Merlin never once showed any real sympathy for Arthur’s broken heart, he only cared Gwen was supposed to be queen. Even in 4x09, Merlin is asking Arthur if he can find it in himself to forgive Gwen.

Not to mention Merlin’s angry expression. And let me fucking tell you why he’s angry. It’s bc Merlin feels just as entitled to Arthur as Arthur does to Merlin. Arthur cannot keep secrets from Merlin that’s ridiculous. Arthur cannot keep emotions from Merlin that’s RIDICULOUS. Anything Arthur has ever thought or felt is Merlin’s to opine over. Arthur wants privacy—and Arthur gives Merlin privacy ALL THE TIME—but Merlin does not allow that. Merlin is not only mad bc Arthur dared to make a decision about his heart WITHOUT Merlin (and how tf could Arthur know own heart obviously?) but Merlin DISAGREES about the decision Arthur made.

Merlin is literally just furious bc he thinks he’s right and he thinks Arthur is wrong when Merlin honestly, rationally has no fucking leg to stand on. Arthur didn’t ASK Merlin for his opinion, and who Arthur marries is Arthur’s business.

Why do people act like Arthur fucking beat Merlin bloody? All he did was tell Merlin to either mind his own fucking business or they’re done.

Usually, I love Merlin’s toxicity and entitlement. I find it just as enjoyable as Arthur’s. But I can’t stand that people act like Arthur’s an abusive, narcissistic asshole that doesn’t realize he needs to worship the ground St. Merlin walks on when Merlin is manipulative, gaslighting, and just as entitled to Arthur’s entire life: Merlin decides he should have the final say on all of Arthur’s decisions.

It just fucking drives me nuts. Bc everyone fucking multiples Arthur’s reactions to anything by 1 million. They make Arthur banish him, they make Arthur hit him, and they make Arthur threaten to kill him because without Arthur overreacting, Merlin might actually not be as righteous as we want him to be.

Endless Merthur scenes (6/∞)

[humanoidtyphoons]

suitor armor ships, in alphabetical order, shipping intensity varies:

barsabae/norrix, i'm intrigued! with modeus as their child, maybe, are these two divorced teacher/student-ish? idk, their mysterious backstory compels me. that fallout, that scorn. i don't think barsabae is dead!

barsabae/ricon, gimme something similar to star trek deep space nine, kai winn/gul dukat. let them be terrible and awful in their teamwork that works on charm and poison, and inevitable turning on each other.

(barsabae/ricon/norrix, lmao. this trio would be the stuff of nightmares, in a way. ricon and his two mad magician-scientists, creators of the iron kind. i'm curious about it, and how reimund thwarts it, lmao.)

baynard/peres. they cute, don't have much to say about them.

baynard/ricon/peres. at least baynard and ricon have history, (not too sure about ricon and peres tbh) and i'm curious about that. assume ricon knows everything. i just. live for ricon making people uncomfortable, tbh.

kirsi/norrix, i've always liked the archtype of a princess and her magician falling in love. they're also my two fave characters, so why not pair them together. i just want them to interact more...

kirsi/norrix/reimund, theoretical guinevere/lancelot/arthur love triangle that i'm uselessly charmed by.

kirsi/norrix/ricon, lmao. disaster trio, that feed off each other in such downhill spirals. potentially it's kirsi and norrix being pawns of ricon, as he exploits them for his own purposes, but i can't deny i like the idea of it. (am i maybe thinking or dark shadow's barnabas/maggie/willie similarities, possibly!)

kirsi/quinn. ngl, curious to see interspecies fairy-human romance happen in this webtoon that becomes mutual. while it wasn't a good meeting, it could lead to something, maybe. kirsi opening her eyes, perhaps, could start with a romance...?

kirsi/reimund. pride and prejudice's mr and mrs bennett, i'm afraid :( it had literally one good moment, the heart to heart that lead up to their first kiss. and then everything after that went downhill, bc the story likes kirsi fucking up every chance she gets and reimund gets critical of her, which: fair, ngl, but not particularly shippy for me. might enjoy them as a temporary/dysfunctional ship, where its not meant to be, but i suppose it might depend on s3's happenings.

kirsi/ricon. spider and fly dynamic. idk, the gaslighting and lying. curious about puppetmaster ricon, and how he wants kirsi dependent on him, and how he consistently negs her, and causes her to doubt both her husband and her sister. i want to know if he'll ever become fond of her, or that was never a possibility, or if one day she'll grow sick of his lies.

lucia/modeus. sigh. started off cute, promising sexy monster boyfriend, slowly lost interest. maybe there's a way to be less born sexy yesterday, but right now it's just... modeus is too zoned onto lucia. i want to see modeus grow his own way, independent of lucia.

lucia/modeus/norrix. yeah, yk? they had two hands each. s1 was good for all three ships, so just... put them together, yeah? s2 was less interesting, bc that's typical vying suitors competition which interests me much less.

lucia/norrix. merlin/nimue, them against the world, the lies they tell, the secrets they protect. the angst. they're so cute, i can't not ship them, even now. they're so messy, but i love their snark and quiet affection.

lucia/quinn. childhood friends reuniting and kissing? i'd like to see them have a romance tbh. two sides of the same coin, perhaps.

lucia/reimund. lmao, ricon was right, they're SO well suited for each other. i don't think they'd have a passionate romance, but it would be sensible and they'd have a neat partnership as rulers of two worlds. you could never doubt them as friends and co-partners, which is a good foundation tbh. together, they could have created a bright future.

lucia/ricon. it's the narkik, it's the gul dukat/kira nerys. hell yeah. they hate each other, and are drawn to each other, a whirlwind, where they're soaked in each other's blood. absolutely adore hero/villain ships where it makes them both consumed by contempt for each other.

modeus/kirsi. given that kirsi seems to be the only person modeus actively dislikes and ignores. i'm... kind of intrigued? we see so little of modeus' negativity, that i'm like. kind of want more of that pettiness ngl. and it'll be interesting to see if kirsi ever stops being dismissive of modeus, tbh.

modeus/norrix. frankenstein falling in love with his creation, i'm into it. god complex and all. norrix wanting to deal with everything in the worst way possible, and modeus struggling hard to keep up.

modeus/quinn. i'm curious! idk! they've had two meetings, and quinn was also like... oh??? you've changed!! i'd be curious to see them develop, and they seem like they're gonna have a sweet friendship, in the future.

norrix/reimund. i want the backstory SO much. that reimund felt bad for norrix, and wanted to look after him, but can't really figure out how to help. so he keeps him on the wings, bc at least that's better than nothing...

norrix/ricon. they'd be terrible together, but i'm like. yeah i crave the interactions so badly, and poor impulse control, with norrix thinking he should resist, but then... how can he? it's ricon! and ricon knowing this and taking full advantage...

i think that's it? like i'll pencil in lucia/octavia and barsabae/lucia as maybes, bc i want to see more interactions before deciding and i'm not sure what kind of relationship will be born. possibly quinn/v, idk. like i'm not sure that all of these qualify as romantic ships, but i'm also like... gosh, i think i'm intrigued by the potential and the strength of their character to want to see more interactions tbh.

but hey, the reread could change my mind, idk.

[a-reprieve-from-reality]

Hey! I’m looking for people to role play with!

I prefer to rp as f but can play m. Partners must be 21+, minors DNI.

Mainly interested in original characters but also open to fandom based plots.

Themes: 21+, mature content, romance, hurt/comfort, abuse, non/dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, obsession, mafia, dark, biker, vampire, cowboy, toxic relationship, power play, d/s, possessive, mental health, addiction, drama/angst, bdsm, action, smut, happy/sad.

Fandoms: Marvel, DC, Peaky Blinders, Vampire Diaries/The Originals, Lucifer, Sons of Anarchy, Merlin.

Please do not message me if you are under 21 or are looking for a plot involving incest, minors, animals, death, etc.

Currently only role playing via direct message as I’m new to roleplaying on Tumblr (still learning what’s what). Leave a heart or drop me a message to chat about your ideas 🩵