#nr1

[lover-of-midnight]

Childhood Trauma

Arthur took a small step back; Uther was still screaming. All he wanted was the truth, why was that so much to ask for?

He could see Merlin shaking his head, warning him not to continue. Arthur clenched his hands into his pants as he looked at the floor. Jumping slightly when Uther suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Your mother loved you, Arthur. She loved you more than life itself.” Uther gave a single and the people rushed from the room. Giving them some space.

Arthur forced himself to look Uther in the eyes. His voice was soft. “I need to know, please father. Did you use magic to have me?” There was a pleading in his voice. His hands were white with force, and he was trying to hold onto the last part of his sanity.

Uther took a deep breath. “Yes, we did. And we knew the price. We were ready to pay it as well. We just didn’t know it would have been your mother.” Uther forced the words out, hoping it would give Arthur some peace.

Instead, Arthur took another step back, tears burning his eyes. “It is my fault she is dead.” It felt even more real than normal. He always heard the whispers in the hallways when he was younger, taking it slightly to heart.

It was his fault. Every bad thing that happened in the past, was his punishment for causing his mother to die.

Uther wanted to say something, but Arthur just turned around, leaving the council room, ignoring his father as he called him back. He knew that he would be punished for this at a later stage.

But he needed to get away. Arthur froze when a hand wrapped around his wrist. Stopping him. Being suddenly pulled against Uther’s chest, Arthur couldn’t help but tense up.

“It is not your fault. No matter who said what. It was never your fault. She loved you and wanted you more than anything. Never think it was your fault. You were innocent there Arthur.” Uther wasn’t sure what came over him.

Just a feeling that he would lose his son.

He held Arthur against his chest, holding him close. Giving him comfort. Arthur closed his eyes. Wondering if it would have been better to just ignore what he saw. Still, there was something about hearing Uther say it wasn’t his fault when for so long it always felt like he was the one who killed his mom.

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[berlinverkehr]

#pferdebahnwagen #nr1 im #technikmuseum #dtmb in #berlin

#pferdebahnwagen #nr1 im #technikmuseum #dtmb in #berlin

[pien-art]

constance hardbroom. her autism has bewitched me.

[turkzap]

NR1

10.02.2023

[sernik-krakowski]

Kazemaru every ten episodes or so

[chaosinstigator]

oscar now has the same amount of wins as lando🤭

[smileymoth]

If dream has 1000 haters, tommy is one of them. if dream has 10 haters, tommy is one of them. if dream has 1 hater, it is tommy. if dream has no haters, tommy is dead and we know who killed him

[spiderziege]

hermit a day may 3: favourite build

picking a favorite is hard but ive been meaning to draw this one for ages

[lover-of-midnight]

Left for Dead

Morgana smiled as she stared at her brother. Already the blood was slowly spreading. She could see the betrayal in his eyes.

“This is for the best Arthur. You don’t want to see the changes I will bring. Camelot will be the best she was in centuries.” Her voice was cold. A pang went through her when he couched up blood.

She signed slightly. It is best that she just leaves. From the corner of her eye, she saw the way Arthur reached out for her. Blood dripping from his mouth before he slumps down again.

Arthur could only feel horror coursing through him. It was a normal evening, Morgana occasionally, came and visited him. He saw that something was wrong, her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

When he tried to give some comfort, he found a dagger in his stomach. Before he even had a chance to react, she forced it upwards, making the wound even worse. Before twisting and pulling it out.

Betrayal stings at his heart as he sees the smile, a coldness over her as she says something that he barely hears.

When she turned to leave, a sense of dread filled him. He slumps back onto the floor. He could feel the blood in his mouth he tried to cough out, but it only got worse. Dark spots danced in front of his eyes.

Is this really how it is going to go? To die like this? He did nothing to change the fate of his people. His people were still struggling. He needed to change this. He couldn’t die here. Arthur wasn’t sure how he managed to get to his knees.

Forcing himself upright. Feet dragging, blood dripping down his torso. It felt like miles between him and the door while it was just a few steps. Still, he forced himself to move.

Dark spots danced in front of his eyes as he finally managed to open the door, falling to the floor. At least there were guards.

He could hear people rushing around. Screaming sounded in the hallway as darkness dragged him under.

“Arthur.” Merlin’s voice was warm as the prince groaned. He crouched down gently whipping the sweat from his brow. “It is alright, you just need to rest.” Merlin could do a happy dance at the fact that he was finally waking up.

Arthur tried to open his eyes, but everything felt heavy. A whimper slipped through his lips as pain shot through his body. He tried to remember what happened. But his mind felt blank. Still, something urged him to sit upright. Fighting against the hands pushing him back down.

He needed to speak with Morgana. He needed… The thought ended as something was pressed against his mouth, on in stink he drank the concoction. Couching slightly at the vile taste. A hand was pressed against his shoulder.

He easily followed the silent command lying back down. Sleep dragged him back under.

When he woke up again, he woke to the sight of Merlin fast asleep next to the bed. A groan slipped through his lips as he tried to sit upright. Immediately Merlin woke up. Giving him a beaming smile.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” The words came out in a rush as Merlin forced himself to sit upright. “How are you feeling?” There was a worried note in his voice.

Arthur was silent for a few seconds, trying to take stock of his body. Everything was in pain and his limbs felt they were made of lead.

“Sore.” The words came out in a whisper, as he looked down at the floor. “Merls…” Arthur trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to say. “It was Morgana, why?” His voice broke slightly. His hand reached out to Merlin’s.

Merlin gave him a soft look. There was a look of understanding in his eyes. “I know. The guards immediately reported it to the king. She is currently being held in the dungeons. Arthur, there is something that you need to know.” He took a deep breath. A part of him still feels frightened to speak freely of magic.

“Morgana has magic.” He forced the words out before he could think better of it. “From what I could gather. She did it to become the queen once Uther died.” Merlin winched slightly. The anger that had radiated from Uther when he found out, it was bad.

Arthur was silent as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I have to let the King know you are awake,” Merlin whispered the words as he forced Arthur to lay back down. The prince groaned slightly as the movements agitated the wound.

All Arthur could do was look at the door waiting for something or someone to walk through the door. His heart felt like it was shattered. They weren’t always close, but in the last few months, they have grown closer as siblings.

Was it all a chance to get to kill him?

He forced himself upright again, trying to ignore the sharp pain that shot through his body. He could hear people in the hallway and then the king was in his room. Uther was pale, but his eyes bright with gratitude when he saw his son awake.

“Arthur.” The king breathed the word before he walked closer, settling down next to him. His hands were warm against Arthur’s as the prince tried to understand the emotions in the king's eyes.

With careful movements Uther pulled his son into a hug, making sure that he didn’t agitate the wound. It took Arthur a second to relax against his father before the tears started. Everything just came crashing down.

“I don’t understand. Why did she do it?” He whispered the words against his father’s chest. Breathing hitched slightly as Uther moved a hand. Just for a moment, he needed some stability. Just to be told everything will be alright.

“She saw you as a hurdle to her dreams. She wants to make magic free for all.” Uther easily answered. Still, he knew that the answer wouldn’t be enough for Arthur, the boy would never think of killing someone for his gain.

Uther pulled back slightly, he frowned slightly at the tears, but now wasn’t the time to reprimand him. Understandably, he was feeling overwhelmed and betrayed.

“Morgana is going to be beheaded tonight,” Uther muttered the words. Arthur froze, just staring at his father. How could they kill her? She was family.  Uther saw the look. “She tried to kill you, that is punishable by death. There is no other choice.” Uther’s voice was firm.

Arthur couldn’t bring himself to answer. His mind is racing.

Uther signed slightly. “Get some rest.” Uther helped him lay back down, pulling the blankets back up. Leaving Arthur to stew in his thoughts.

Merlin slipped back into the room. Seeing the look on Arthur’s face. He settled next to the prince. “Uther gave you the news?” His voice was soft as he gently ran his fingers through his hair, giving him some comfort.

Arthur could only nod.

“Go to sleep, my prince. Everything will look slightly better in the morning.” For a moment Arthur could see the gold in Merlin’s eyes before his mind fell quiet as sleep dragged him under. Merlin just sitting there, as he looked at the prince. Knowing they are going to have a long path forward.

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[in-flvx]

Sirius mentions a quidditch player (whom he totally fancies but shhh he's still in denial) once! And Remus is in the trenches. He is now that man's greatest hater, but he'll also fancy him for a while just so sirius and him have something in common, and he will read every single article ever posted about him. And you better believe he'll start to copy his style

[naggingatlas]

mass effect andromeda is actually about going to college and all of your expectations being boiled in hot oil and poprocks but learning to be okay with that and just deal with the sitch and find friends :)

[teddybeartoji]

atsumu likes to talk to your pussy and unfortunately i do not mean that in a sexy way

[unhingedandcringe]

rivals behaviour

[cannibalisticgimp]

happy little workers

[jerrythebug]

I got Guy fever yesterday, I think I died.