#sir percival imagine

[beautifultypewriter]

Hello~ For the "Mystical Magical Saturday" could I please request Sir Percival? Many thanks~

Yes! Omg. I am so glad I brought this back because y’all keep coming to my inbox and you bring my favorite men with you. It’s the best. Hope you enjoy!

The Prompt: Slow Dancing

You were stood next to Gwen, watching all the happy couples spin around the floor. You frowned as your eyes followed their movements, your hands tightening around each other. Gwen nudged you gently, “Would you not want to take a turn around the floor?” She smirked at you, “I’m sure Sir Percival would be more than willing to dance with you.”

You could feel the heat creeping into your cheeks, “Oh, certainly not. I fear I would only make a fool of myself.”

Gwen shook her head, “You are too hard on yourself.”

You laughed, “I only mean that I have two left feet.” Gwen pursed her lips and nodded a few times. You watched her with wary eyes.

Finally she looked at you, “Then I suppose Percival will have to make sure that your feet never touch the ground.” Your jaw dropped as a million remarks floated through your head, though not a single one would stick. Gwen only laughed at you before squeezing your arm and excusing herself to drag Arthur into a dance. You watched her go, your entire face getting hot. You made a poor attempt at fanning yourself, willing the heat to dissipate. It didn’t work, so you decided to slip outside for some air. Yes, that would do you good.

As soon as you stepped into the night air, you took a deep breath. “Alright there?” You jumped at the voice, turning quickly to see Percival smiling at you.

Placing your hand over your heart, you shook your head at him, “You startled me.”

The knight moved closer to you, “My apologies. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

You smiled back at him, “Yes, it was just a bit stuffy in there.” You nodded back to the castle and Percival nodded. As the silence settled between the two of you, music from inside drifted out.

Percival held his hand out to you, “You know, I had hoped that we could share a dance tonight.” You looked down at his hand and then back to his face. He was still smiling brightly, even as you made no move to accept, “We don’t have to go back inside to dance.”

Swallowing thickly, you took his hand and let him pull you closer, “I fear I may step on your feet.” You watched your feet closely, making sure not to step on his toes as the two of you started to move in slow steps together.

Percival reached down, placing his fingertips on your chin and gently pushing up until your eyes met, “I do not mind.” You smiled at him, letting him spin you in slow circles even as the music changed.

[pyjamacryptid]

#also i know this is mostly platonic but they're my fave rare pair so (tag via @queerofthedagger)

I also love elyaine!!!!! I love their dynamic in any form - I love platonic and romantic both equally - so I didn't specify on purpose so it could apply to both! :D But I've been Thinking About Them (romantic flavoured) especially since I posted this, and we can add some flirting (and pining) for a little bit of spice. We can have the knights watching as these two losers spar both with sword and with words, shaking their heads. We can have Leon wondering, aloud, if they've figured themselves out yet and Percival saying "No. Gwaine made me peer-review ten jokes today." We can have Gwen giving Elyan some significant eyes and Elyan, very annoyed that his sister doesn't even pretend he's not transparent to her, say "yes, Gwen, SirGwaineOfCamelot" just like she did at the castle of fyrien. Merlin looks at Gwaine with raised eyebrows and Gwaine rolls his eyes so hard he almost brains himself on the castle wall.

And one day, Gwaine says something. He's not even trying. He doesn't even mean it to be a joke. Elyan laughs like it escaped out of his mouth and it surprises them both. He laughs a long, full belly laugh, wipes at his eyes and Gwaine stares at him in such awe and delight... But then Elyan's laugh peters off and Gwaine explodes, playful but outraged; "THAT? That made you laugh?"

Elyan just makes that "phew" noise a lot of people do after laughing long and loud, NO SHAME, and pats Gwaine on his shoulder almost like there's something Gwaine isn't getting, like you sweet summer child (Elyan's acting because he knows it will drive him crazy. For once, Gwaine doesn't pick up that Elyan's acting lol). Elyan walks off, unbothered, pep in his step. "Elyan! ElyaAAHn! ........ ELYAN. OI, GET BACK HERE--"

You know what I wish we had more of in bbc Merlin? More Gwaine and Elyan interactions. I wanted more character and friendship exploration of all the knights in general and individually, of course, BUT LISTEN we were robbed of the sort of banter Gwaine and Elyan could have had.

Elyan’s very sweet but he’s also incredibly deadpan. Gwaine of course has more to him than he lets on but he’s a bit of a clown, as we all know and any time he makes a quip or a joke, he’s often looking to those around him for a smile or a laugh. But I don’t think he’d be discouraged by Elyan’s lack of response. I think he’d be encouraged. Gwaine’s a very perceptive person and I’ve no doubt he would pick up on Elyan deliberately keeping his face - not neutral but “unimpressed” - right away. In fact, I think he’d absolutely DELIGHT in it, and also how sassy Elyan is. (I mean, you all remember his fake laugh that dropped into the most unamused face when the rest of the knights tossed around the water?). I think that both of them would find it FUN.

Gwaine would have to fight to get a smile (and not a snarky one or a smirk, a smile) and a laugh from Elyan and Elyan, knowing that’s what Gwaine wants, will resist purely on principle. I’m telling you, he would. Like, oh you want me to laugh? To chuckle? To guffaw? Just because of that, I won’t.

Leon and Percival and Lancelot pass the medieval popcorn about.

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

The story of how Mordred called Merlin mom and then proceeded to call Arthur dad and now he's adopted into the family

Author: Me aka @dalazygamerneko

Inspired by @tongjaitongjai merthur idea, check out it out here: 🐓x🐦=🐣

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It was ordinary day. Birds were singing, training went well and the maids were busy but happily chatting.

Nothing could go wrong Mordred thought as he made his way to the afternoon roundtable meeting when he came across Merlin or Emrys as he is known amongst druids, quickly he hid into an alcove and gazed in envy at Lord Emrys, no, Merlin smiling and holding a little boy in his arms.

It's moments like these that he wished he knew his mother longer but he could barely remember her. He watched quietly at the soft look in Merlin's eyes and utter joy upon the little boy's face as they hugged each other, Mordred wondered if his mother would've looked at him the same way Merlin did.

He sighed, leaning back against the stone walls Mordred couldn't help but want to revert back into being a child again just so Merlin wouldn't gaze coldly at him, albeit he probably deserved it for the words of hatred he said in his youth. He knew now Merlin never meant to lead those knights towards his camp. That the warlock was only trying to help Morgana.

"What can I do to earn your trust?"

Mordred shook his head, he'd think of something maybe ask one of the knights for help? He's noticed that Sir Lancelot and Sir Gwaine are closer to Merlin than the other knights.

'They're also the most protective of him' Mordred thought dryly, a crease upon his brow as multiple ideas popped into his mind and many he shot down knowing it won't work.

"Well, I'll just have to hope the triple Goddess guides me." Mordred mumbled, he looked out into the hallway, Merlin was gone, most likely doing chores for the King.

Mordred chuckled as he continued walking, he would never understand the relationship Emrys and the once and future King had with each other. There were times they seem like close comrades begrudging in their respect for one another and then other times they would argue fondly like any old married couple.

Not surprising when plenty of townsfolk as well as even the nobles have speculated in the past if Merlin was being courted by Prince Arthur, to any outsider it certainly looked that way therefore Merlin was given the "mistress" treatment.

Now everyone are wondering(more like waiting impatiently) when will the King announce his engagement to Merlin.

"If I remember correctly, doesn't Sir Gwaine have a bet going on?"

Mordred pondered. 'Yeah, I'll definitely join in. There's no way they're NOT together. I mean, I've seen the lingering stares they give each other as if there is no one around them.'

Soon he was at the doors leading to the roundtable meeting, nodding at the vigilant guards they let him through. His eyes slowly moved over the knights, nobles and some commoners before landing on Merlin who was standing behind the King's chair.

An unassuming figure, most often underestimated but to those who know magic deeply or follow the old religion, Emrys entire being is a vast ocean of wild magic swirling in such a magnitude that no mere mortal could ever understand or harness the power Emrys wields.

Then he locked eyes with Merlin, there is no icy stare thankfully, yet he can still see a hint of wariness in his Lord's gaze.

He bowed his head in acknowledgement before finding a seat next to the gossiping pair Sir Percival and Sir Gwaine.

"I could be at a tavern right now, drinking and charming the barmaid Stella instead I'm stuck here." Gwaine said with a miffed face, his hand gripping the air imagining he was holding a mug of ale.

Elyan who sat across from Gwaine raised an eyebrow, "Isn't Stella old enough to be your grandmother?"

Gwaine smirked whilst shrugging. "Just like wine the older one gets the finer they become, besides she has experience, I'm sure there's a thing or two she could still teach mmph—"

Leon had reached over to clamp Gwaine's mouth shut.

The ginger haired knight had just about enough of hearing Gwaine's tavern tales of debauchery to which he thought was an inappropriate topic to be discussed or heard at the roundtable meeting.

"Sir Gwaine, leave your nightly talks at the tavern only, please."

Gwaine pulled Leon's hand away and smiled cheekily at the older knight.

"Oh, but wouldn't you like to know? Stella has mentioned she likes ginger haired men with beards and I bet she could show you—"

"I am going to strangle you—"

Gwaine leaned back avoiding Leon's hands from trying to keep him quiet again.

"Sir Leon I never knew you were this kinky, I think dear old Stella would like to feel your big strong hands—ack!"

Leon finally got him, unfortunately the meeting was starting, so Gwaine was safe from being throttled by him. However, tomorrow morning during training he'll get his chance.

Mordred along with the rest of the knights chuckled at Sir Gwaine's antics and Sir Leon's annoyed expression.

♤To be continued♤

[unpopularvivian]

Imagine that Sir Topham Hatt, Mr Percival and Sir Robert Norramby realize that Fergus Duncan does not have a girlfriend, the two controllers and the Earl start putting up posters looking for a girlfriend for Fergus duncan throughout the island

(Okay, after getting that one INTERESTING ask from an asshole anon, you just made my day better. Thank you very much and also, I love your ttte art of the ttte furballs)

I headcanon Fergus Duncan as aromantic (Because I like projecting parts of myself onto my favorite fictional characters) so having him see the two controllers and the fucking Earl start trying to find him a girlfriend would have him like this:

(Honestly I can't blame him I mean, guys at my school at literally trying to hit me up but hey. To each their own I guess.)

[gawrkin]

"King Arthur hasn't had a mother for a long time - not for sixty years or more" So not only the Lancelot-Grail, but De Troyes also has Old Man Arthur? Why do you think there is reluctance to show an agéd Arthur, because apparently that's what authors and illuminators had in mind.

To answer:

You generally don't think of your staple characters as elderly people, you think of them in their idealized primes. Superman and Batman, for example, are generally not portrayed as old people, despite nearly having a century's worth of stories. Unless there's a specific story purpose, we prefer to imagine them to be in their prime as adults (in the 20s or 30s range) in any given story. Similarly, the adventures associated with King Arthur and his court are generally imagined to be somewhen in the middle of his reign, in between his rise and his fall.

The general order of events - of when does any specific story arc occur in the timeline - is whatever the writers want it to be. As repeated endlessly here in Tumblr and elsewhere, the Arthurian Canon is fluid. It's fanfiction. It's fundamentally a floating timeline of whatever the storytellers want to include for the purposes of their individual telling. The Final Battle of Camlann could have happened when Arthur didn't have grey hair yet and no one would have cared. There are stories where Lancelot does not exist as character and stories where Lancelot exists but the Grail Quest already happened before he joined (as implied to be in the Non-cyclical Lancelot).

Now why no Old Man Arthur in general? Because naturally there are different reasons why: "by the time he's old, its already Camlann and the Grail Quest is long done already" "We like to imagine Arthur is a magical timeless king" "Because Le Morte D'Arthur doesn't saying anything about the character's ages" "Because King Arthur's reign is short in our version' "Because we didn't think of it. We didn't think of anything in relation to order of events - and it's not important anyway"

Besides that, Vulgate cycle and Conte du Graal are the only few works to mentions Arthur's advanced age. And for Vulgate, remember that Arthur is 92 years old at the end of the story/Mort Artu, not during the Grail Quest.

In regards to Conte du Graal, remember that Chretien de Troyes never wrote anything relating to the fall of Camelot. We don't know when Conte occurs in relation to Arthur's timeline. Conte du Graal is just an independent one-shot story - starring a brand new OC Sir Percival - set in King Arthur's world. (That sadly never got finished)

[brellie99]

Honestly,out of all the tua crossover ideas I’ve seen,none would top the chaos of a umbrella academy and merlin crossover

Imagine this

-Five accidentally teleports all his family back in time to the medieval times to the land of Camelot ,they’re all very confused and wander through town where they see a public wizard trial,which tells them magic is a thing in this world.

-Five spends their entire time there trying to keep Luther away from a knight that looks suspiciously similar to him,to avoid the possibility of paradox psychosis and then them fighting eachother to the death.When five gets tired of this,he just proceeds to knock sir Percival out and hide him in a cupboard.

-Luther gets treated very nice around the town as everyone believes him to be a noble.This draws the attention of merlin who was told by the dragon that mysterious travellers have come to Camelot.Merlin find confronts five and a fight ensues,but it ends in merlin learning they mean no harm and just want to go home.Feeling bad for them,merlin agrees to help them and tells five to assemble his family.

-Luther,under the guise of sir Percival,also meets King Arthur who’s fresh off his fathers death,they both talk about their families,how their fathers treated them and have a jousting match,which Luther so badly,it makes Arthur laugh and thank him for playing the fool for him.

-Meanwhile,klaus and Diego go immediately to the tavern to have drinks,where they meet sir gwaine and they all get along relatively well,becoming drinking buddies.This is until a bar fight insues bc they can’t pay their tab and klaus summons ghosts to fend them off.

-This gets him arrested and put in the dungeons for being a wizard,Diego also gets punished and put in the stocks for associating with a wizard (the punishment was meant to be more but Arthur was talked down by Luther and Gwaine),which five uses as an opportunity to pelt him with fruit for getting himself and klaus arrested.

-Allison and Viktor get captured by Lady Morgana,who tries to enlist them after hearing about Allison use their rumour trick to get food at the market.They reluctantly agree and are put on their first mission,to free and enlist a powerful sorcerer who stands trial at Camelot.

-The whole thing comes together as they all arrive at klaus’ public execution,where they try and fail to try him as a wizard,as he is immortal,popping up quite quickly from the execution and terrifying all the crowd and the king

-This distraction,with a little fire and showmanship from merlin,gives them the opportunity to break klaus free,with Diego and five warding off the angry crowd with swords,while Luther distracts the knights in the castle.

-When the crowd get too hard to handle, Viktor knocks them down with their sound wave and Allison then rumours all the town and the king to go home and forget the days events

-They all head to gaisus chambers,and with the help of merlin magic to pinpoint their location,travels them back to 2019

[therhythmafterthesummer]

so like????? Jisung in the WR series lives alone???? Like I know being a nurse pays well but like mentally how does he deal with that? Do you plan on your version also being a social anxiety little jelly bean of a boy?

how often does Jisung have sleepovers with 1) just Minho when they both lived alone and 2)now that kitten has moved in? Did mitten upgrade their bed size to accommodate for the on and off Jisung? Once everyone had their own places, was clothing for each person kept at everyone apartment? What about favorite snacks? Does Sir Percival ever get upset if a different scent is on any of the trio (excluding pretty’s obvi)? Does Sir P join comfort nest? I have the cute mental image of him bringing his little blankie into the nest too

"Do you plan on your version also being a social anxiety little jelly bean of a boy?" short answer: yeah!

i feel like it's very important for his character🤌

as for how he deals with that... i think he also needs his space. like, he's clingy and loves being with his loved ones, but he probably also needs quiet time with himself when he's overwhelmed.

now, to answer the rest of the questions:

how often did he and Minho have sleepovers when they were both living alone... i'd say more often than people might've think. Jisung surely had a copy of Minho's keys and knew his door code so i imagine he'd sometimes sneak into Minho's flat and just... tuck himself into bed. Minho was more than used to it. after kitten moves in...... i'm sure it'll take a couple of Incidents for Jisung to learn to give at least a five minutes heads up before dropping by and also to be really loud when he opens the door LOL mind you, i think he does this with everyone in the pack tbh. there's always someone willing to let him in when he needs it because Affection is very important to him. with that being said, it isn't like he's sleeping with someone every night. like i explained earlier, he also needs his space, so i can totally see him going to someone's flat and later returning home after borrowing a t-shirt or two for his nest...

i think mitten's bed is big enough already. they'll just be a bit more crammed but they fit, all three of them + sir P.

yes. articles of clothing are exchanged often, especially for the omegas of the pack.

i honestly haven't thought of a favourite snack for anyone sdfjkskjfh (human or canine...) but i suppose at least pretty will try to keep something for everyone in her and chris' flat.

Sir Percival does get annoyed at scents that aren't jimitten's or pretty's, but he'll probably learn to live with it. that just means that whenever they're home he'll just try to scent everyone because, well... he's a cat.

yes. yes Sir P joins comfort nests. he likes to pretend he's all cranky and independent, but he loves his little family. Jisung and Minho included. after all, he's known them for most of his life and he's an old man...... so that's a long time. 100% agree on that blankie thing omg. how adorable

[hchollym]

Ooo PercyxMarcus for that who's the x who's the y ship meme

Ooh, yay! I'm assuming you mean all of the AUs, so here we go! 🥰

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Percy is the werewolf, and Marcus is the hunter who was raised to hate them. He believes werewolves are monsters until he meets Percy and then his whole world gets turned upside down. He realizes that his family was wrong, and now he has to stand up to them to save Percy's life and do what's right. Though it would be even better if it was werewolf Percy and vampire Marcus. 😭

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Percy is the mermaid, and Marcus is the fisherman. I want hurt Percy who got caught in a net and a flustered Marcus nursing him back to health. Marcus seems all gruff and grumpy and intimidating, but pretty Percy finds it adorable and can tell that Marcus is actually very sweet underneath his grouchy exterior.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Ooh, interesting. I could see this both ways, but I'm going with Percy is the witch, and Marcus is his familiar in the form of a giant, intimidating dog, which freaks everyone else out, but Percy loves it! (Think "scary boyfriend privileges.") I could totally picture Marcus barking at the twins and Oliver every time they try to talk to Percy (though for very different reasons).

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Ooh, I could see barista Percy, but you know that Percy would be addicted to coffee, so it's got to be barista Marcus. I want an overworked, frazzled Percy who is barely functioning, and then there's Marcus - this gorgeous barista who always has Percy's drink waiting for him with some type of biscuit or sandwich because he's realized that Percy forgets to eat otherwise. In Percy's mind, Marcus is an angel, but Marcus just thinks the gorgeous redhead in a suit is smart and sophisticated and way out of his league. Cue meddling friends. 🤣

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I'm not a huge fan of this type of AU (like at all), but Percy is the professor, and Marcus is the TA.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Percy has to be the knight (he's literally named after Sir Percival), and Marcus is the prince (even if his family isn't rich, they probably have more money/power than the Weasleys).

Oooh, but to flip this around, imagine Marcus being the Troll Prince (maybe in this AU, trolls aren't as tall, violent, or stupid, but instead, they're more like Vikings; or Marcus' family could be royalty because they're only part Troll so they can interact best with the other kingdoms).

Percy is sent to fight Marcus by the human king (Dumbledore) who spreads the message that these hedonistic savages need to be taken out. Percy originally agrees, but once he meets Marcus, he realizes that there's more to the story than he thought.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

This is tough too, because I love single parent Percy, but I can't picture Marcus as a teacher, so single parent Marcus it is. He got someone pregnant from a one night stand, but they decided not to keep the baby, so Marcus is raising him/her on his own. I imagine this child adoring Percy as their teacher and wanting to invite him over for dinner, ice cream, movies, etc. Marcus may or may not be encouraging this.

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

I love writer Percy, but I have to go with writer Marcus, whose ideas are great but his grammar is atrocious, so most people won't give him a chance. Editor Percy does though, sticking his neck on the line with his company, but with his help, Marcus ends up becoming highly successful.

These inspired me, so I have a few new ideas for stories! Thanks for the ask! 😊

[dathen]

AM SO EXCITED FOR WOMAN IN WHITE UPDATE

Rambles below

Oh man I can’t imagine how unnerving it must be to see someone who looks like You But After Much Suffering—if Laura didn’t know about Anne already, she’d probably come across like some specter of herself from the future

Can’t stop with the Corpse Bride references. This feels like if Emily had the chance to warn Victoria about Lord Barkis

'I am here because you are married. I am here to make atonement to you, before I meet your mother in the world beyond the grave.' NOOOOO DONT DIE

(but Emily vibes intensify)

“I have left the only friend I have in the world, anxious and frightened about me—“ Walter reference???

“If you know his Secret, he will be afraid of you, he won't dare use you as he used me. He must treat you mercifully for his own sake, if he is afraid of you and your friends.” OH???? this is JUICY

OF COURSE they’re interrupted before Laura is told The Secret (love the capitalization)

I bet it was Count Fosco

“I will get my journal, and you shall see if I am right or wrong." Ah yes the Harker methodology!

The fact they are never more afraid than when Sir Percival is being polite…the most chilling thing in this book

“not as poor Hartright used to praise it, with an innocent enjoyment of the sweet sounds,” my boy….I miss him…

Oh boy Fosco overheard Anne and is doing his utmost to prevent her meeting with Laura and Sir Percival is gonna go there instead huh 😰 This suspense through parlor games and flattery is KILLING me

“I ran out through the low window which was open before me to the ground—ran out to hide from them in the darkness, to hide even from myself.”

AUGH IT ENDING BEFORE THE BOATHOUSE MEETING…And now another week of Suspense

[callsign-owl]

Beneath the Boonie - Meeting Captain Price

Hereford, United Kingdom - January 2019

The wind swept briskly across the open expanse of the SAS military base near Hereford, carrying with it the distant sounds of soldiers in training—shouts, the thuds of boots hitting the ground, and intermittent gunfire. Owl stepped out of the transport vehicle, his posture rigid with a mixture of anticipation and unease. His eyes took in the surroundings: the spartan barracks, the obstacle courses, and the personnel moving with purpose and urgency. The reality of the situation was beginning to sink in. Percival's words echoed in Owl's mind, a stern reminder of the new world he was entering: "Remember, these people operate under a completely different set of rules. Respect, discipline, and commitment are your currency there. Your usual defiant and rebellious nonsense is not going to be tolerated.”

Owl's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Captain Price. The captain’s gravelly voice carried a blend of authority and an underlying hint of empathy. “Mister *redacted*,” he called out, his figure imposing even with the somewhat silly boonie hat that sat atop his head. His face was stern, the lines around his eyes speaking to years of service and command, but his greeting was not unfriendly.

"Follow me," Captain Price instructed with a slight nod towards a nondescript building flanking the east side of the base. The structure was unassuming yet fortified, typical of military utilitarian architecture, designed more for function than form. Inside, the office was spartan, furnished only with necessities—a sturdy desk, a few chairs.

As they sat, Price’s demeanor remained serious, his eyes scrutinizing Owl as if measuring his worth right there and then. "Your brother has told me about your predicament," he began, his tone direct. "Here’s the deal: Task Force 141 isn’t a refuge for the wayward. We operate in the shadows, handling situations that can't afford mistakes or hesitation. What we do isn’t just following orders—it’s about being proactive, making split-second decisions that have global repercussions. We handle situations that more often than not can't afford the luxury of conventional military protocols."

Owl listened, his throat tight. He was beginning to understand the gravity of what he was stepping into.

“You come highly recommended by your brother, who believes your skills are a fit for us," Price continued, his gaze never wavering. "But this isn’t a charity case, and joining Task Force 141 is not a reprieve. It's going to be demanding and will test you in ways you can't yet imagine. You’ll start from the bottom, go through the same grueling training as every recruit, and be expected to excel. You will follow orders, conform to our standards, and face dangers that are very real and very lethal."

The formality of the military setting weighed heavily on Owl. He straightened, meeting Price’s gaze with a flicker of his intrinsic defiance tempered by newfound resolve. "I understand, sir," he responded, his voice steady.

"Good," Price nodded, his expression softening just a fraction. "You’ll start with basic training tomorrow. If you pass, you’ll move on to more specialized instruction. Fail, and this arrangement ends. Given your unusual circumstances, your training will be handled directly by Task Force 141. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you."

As they stood to end the meeting, Price added, "And remember, my men are the best of the best. Your unconventional recruitment that skipped the usually required SAS selection process won't sit well with them, so you'll need to earn their respect." His words were both advice and a warning, setting the tone for what was to come.

[furious-mango]

Another one crazy AU idea.

What if mphfpc was a feel-good comedy with the elements of musical? No one’s dead, everyone’s happy And the main character isn’t Jacob

Who then? Bentham brothers

[idk where's Alma in this au so feel free to add somethin to the story to fulfill her absence]

I see it so clear because you know what? It’s The Greatest Showman!

Phineas Taylor Barnum [P.T.!!!] Look at this man! He looks like both Jack and Myron imho

They’re like two sides of man actually. The one who wants SHOW and applause and to be looked upon with delight and so on And another, who wants show too but also wants to be with his family / loved ones

The Greatest Show [beginning]

How handsome he is.. i cant handle

In de beningi... ngi... nevermind. In the beginning he appears more calm but clearly enjoys the action. That's Myron's feature

That last part when the lights and music fades away but he keeps quietly singing those words…. im gonna start crying rn

I feel like Myron is lost in himself and in what he's doing but keeps going. Jack, on the other hand, is confident

The Other Side

oh look who's there! So young and yet innocent Percival Murmeow

Jack recruting Percy to quit loop life and join his emo band / circus / rebellious group etc. [underline as appropriate]

and after that they're dancing on tables. we all want to see Jack and almost drunk Percival dancing on tables and then makin the deal of their life.

"Sir, it looks like you have yourself a junior partner" "What I have is an overcompensated apprentice"

[oh shut up. I love them all sooo much]

Actually there's still some kind of rebel happening. But it's the Art rebellion. And they're singing:

Forget the cage, 'cause we know how to make the key Oh, damn! Suddenly we're free to flyyy

Just to rewatch this masterpiece with new perception:

Percy is younger (late teens I think) but soon he’ll become taller and overgrow Jack^^

Aand we're moving on to Myron!

Once again my man is lost and distraught. I want to hug him very tight... But he isn't broken. He has so much strengh inside

From now on These eyes will not be blinded by the lights From now on What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight Tonight

Let this promise in me start Like an anthem in my heart From now on From now on

And he will come back home... Home, again.... *distant sobbing*

The Greatest Show [end]

Jack is basking in the light and glory

I think even in this au Jack might want to gain divine powers. Just to make his show more breathtaking, spektacular, thrilling etc.

[imagined blue-cloud-Caul singing The Greatest Show with many voices…… creepy. but also epic]

Myron is also here! Finally living his best life

the grimbear instead of elephant. Now it's Myron riding PT

aand im done with going insane with characters and songs. or maybe not... Anyway! Thanks for reading! please tell me what do you think about it. i really wanna talk about mphfpc///

[thethirdromana]

So how scandalous is it that Walter and Marian are just. Living together. I mean and Laura also but she's technically married and legally dead.

I think it's a grey area!

So the crucial thing is that Laura is also there. And Laura is - sort of - Lady Glyde, a respectable married woman and member of the upper classes. As a strict rule, a married woman of any age can act as a chaperone. In practice, I think it was seen as a bit dubious if the marred woman was very young (e.g. imagine Lydia as Mrs Wickham claiming the right to chaperone Kitty).

I found this from an 1847 novel:

"Agnes, I don't think it right your going out into society so much without me," he had suggested. "What, with your sister - with Lady Alfred Townshend?" was Agnes's rejoinder. "My sister is too young to be any very efficient chaperone; being Lady Alfred Townshend is nothing to the purpose," Gerald remarked. "Chaperone! what in the world is the use of being married if one require being chaperoned? and why should I want a chaperone more than Janet [Lady Townshend] herself, pray? Not so much, for I am older," Agnes exclaimed, angrily. "Nonsense! Janet, you know, mixes in society with her husband; and is better known than you are."

This is all about going out into society, but I'm assuming that living arrangements were governed by similar rules. So if we treat Walter and Marian as living together in the household of Lady Glyde, it's probably OK, but borderline. The older Marian is (is her age specified? I know she's older than Laura) then the more acceptable this is as well.

The thing is... are Marian and Walter living together in the household of Lady Glyde? Or is it more that Lady Glyde, a married woman, has left her husband to live with Walter, and her sister happens to be there as well? After all, they're not living in Lady Glyde's household at Blackwater Park, or anywhere formally under the name of Lady Glyde.

I have no idea how to factor Laura being technically dead into this.

If this could be perceived a newly married lady eloping with a lover, it's what happens with Maria at the end of Mansfield Park, and it's definitely not OK. (Apologies for the spoiler for a 200-year-old novel there).

Mansfield Park is 35 years earlier than the Woman in White but I suspect the outcome would be similar. Here's how Miss Crawford, who's generally cynical but clear-sighted, interprets it:

... once married [to her lover, having divorced her husband], and properly supported by her own family, people of respectability as they are, she may recover her footing in society to a certain degree. In some circles, we know, she would never be admitted, but with good dinners, and large parties, there will always be those who will be glad of her acquaintance; and there is, undoubtedly, more liberality and candour on those points than formerly.

(Edmund, formerly her love interest, is utterly horrified that Miss Crawford can discuss such shocking things so calmly. But he doesn't suggest that her assessment is wrong).

So I think how scandalous this is depends on how virtuous Laura is perceived to be, and whether any third party - such as Sir Percival - chooses to make a scandal of it. But if any of this is made public, I think it's more likely to ruin them than not.

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Title: "Would We Be Caught Dead Here?"

I am oh so very late and I know I didn't do the interest check but I wanted to do the @elyan-fest so here is Day 1's for the prompt "Stop, coming back". Also 1. This fic seems really weird to me, I don't know what it is, I like the fic I really do, but there's something weird about it. And 2. From the get-go this was supposed to be Elyan/Merlin, like the situation, the image it was all merlyan... And then I wrote the dialogue and it was very much the way I normally write Mordred—but not they way I normally write Mordred's dynamic with Elyan though—but, but the situation, the actions are very Merlin (to me) but the dialogue is too much not-Merlin (how I normally write him) for me. And I can see Mordred doing the actions under a situation (the situation being this weird au). Okay... Yeah there's my weird dilema. This fic wrote itself, truly, it's not even the ship I originally wanted it to be which has never happened to me before. Anyways Enjoy! 😁

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Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): "Stop, Coming Back"

Relationship(s): Elyan/Mordred

Character(s): Sir Elyan, Mordred

Important Tag(s): Canon Divergence, Post-magic reveal, Magic Reveal Gone Wrong

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Mention of Blood and Death, Manhandling (kinda sorta)

Word Count: 1,659

“I'm risking it all just for you.” Elyan felt a shiver run down his body. Mordred's hand found his and he lifted the other to brush his fingers on his jaw. “I'm risking my capture just to say I love you,” Or After a long day Elyan returns to his chambers to find an unexpected person in wait for him.

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Elyan rolled his shoulders. His chainmail grew heavier with every move that even the weight of his cape seemed to make things worse. 

He swatted his arm back, grabbing the feet of cloth from dragging behind him. All need for his appearance dropped. The halls were empty, only the sound of his shoes against the floor filled the silence of the night. His normal company of one of the other knights had faded slowly but surely over the months. Though, he could say that for many things of the Camelot that he knew.

Camelot's once strict laws against magic somehow had grown worse in such little time. The leniency of the death penalty for those with or through any association of magic was all but gone.

Gallows were built more often, the executioner consulted more often, and the smell of burning flesh had little remedy to remove the after trace it left on his clothes, skin, and the air of Camelot as a whole.

The king was no longer the king he had promised to protect and serve. It'd been far too long since he had seen his sister's smile. The one he'd once teased her about; love and everything more for what she held for Arthur. He'd hardly seen them glance each other's way in weeks.

Missions that before had them picking on one another were nothing the same. Gwaine had little energy to display his usual charm; he was Camelot's best swordsman after all. He couldn't remember the last time he had talked to Percival, more so even heard the other knight say anything. But perhaps it was Leon he saw take it all the hardest. Comparing Camelot's records to when Uther reigned, none of them could have ever imagined those records matching, even surpassing the older ones.

They had been happier once at the peak of war.

Instead they were sent on tasks—hunt after hunt. It was nothing more than the king using them as a hawk as they brought innocent people one after another to his feet.

All of them hesitated just the same to continue to perform each task they were ordered. Elyan knew it was out of fear. Fear none of them possessed before everything happened, as if everything was the proper word to cover it all. 

Elyan let out a sigh of relief as he reached his room, his hand coming to undo his cape buckle around his neck. He yanked the leather free and felt the chill of the night come over him as he closed the door, the all too familiar presence partnered to close.

He'd done this before. Too many times before.

He pressed his eyes and edged the exhaustion further. “We can't keep doing this.” He turned around and tossed his cape to the side. 

His window was wide open as he had suspected. The figure he knew too well was sitting on the window ledge; legs crossed, hands gripping the sill, cloaked over in moonlight and yet still completely hidden in darkness. As if Elyan didn't know all of him to recognize him with much less.

He let out a scoff. “And you know it too, Mordred.”

Gold lit in the dark, a rush of something he only could find desirable from him as flames erupted at the wicks of the candles.

Elyan felt some of the day's tension fall away. Even though It felt wrong to find such comfort in something he imprisoned day after day.

The soft glow from the candles lit Mordred's face as he stood up. He removed the black hood from over his head and let the light take over him. An expression of something somber yet unreadable was all he showed to him. 

Mordred walked closer, his finger tracing down the exposed blade that laid on the table in his room. Elyan hadn't found the strength to properly clean it off since that morning, just the dried remnants of what they both knew, left there to be.

“Patrol has tightened,” he spoke. “More guards, more knights.”

Elyan nodded. “The king has things… different.”

His finger traced the bottom of the hilt where the name of his sword was branded. “Not different enough.” He pulled away, his cloak catching in a gust of wind through the window.

“I suppose not.” Elyan walked over, grabbing the empty scabbard from the other end of the table. “Still holes in our defense?”

Mordred cocked his head. “If you know where to find them.”

He sheathed his sword, placing it back on the rack with the rest of the weapons. Mordred watched.

“And how to make them,” Mordred continued.

Elyan stopped. He eased his shoulders to relax and to turn back towards Mordred. “Why are you here?”

He stood there, something mocking humor played at his lips. “You know why,” he said. He turned on his heal, looking around his room. “I've heard things have gotten worse around here since…”

That unspeakable incident. Perhaps they both wished it was all just some nightmare they were trapped in together.

“They have.”

“And Merlin?” he asked.

Elyan moved, following behind him. “He's been adjusting.” It wasn't a lie. It was all he knew. It was all both the king and queen had said about Merlin since they'd last seen him all those months ago.

Mordred scoffed. “The king's closest friend swears off magic. Sounds too familiar.”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Did Morgana tell you that?”

He turned to face him. He shook his head. “Morgana’s still in Ismere, has been for a fortnight. Didn't want to go.” He glanced down at his feet. “I've been with my people.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

Mordred all but rolled his eyes then loosened the laces of his cloak. His robes and talisman around his neck all the proof he needed.

“You didn't tell me that.”

He raised an eyebrow, sarcasm dancing across his face as he pulled his cloak back around. “Because you think me a murderer.” He fumbled with his laces.

Elyan closed the distance and nudged Mordred's hands away and took over. “I think, from what I've heard, you possess very powerful magic, Mordred. Magic you can use to protect yourself.” He pulled the laces into a knot.

“Protect. Kill. Defend,” Mordred said. “It's no use when you see it all the same.”

Elyan took a breath and dropped his hands to Mordred's shoulders, straightening out his cloak and fixing his talisman. “Not me.” He let them fall back to his side.

Mordred smiled. “Not you,” He emphasized

Elyan knew at the end of the day they would have Mordred killed, no matter if there was blood on his hands or not. History or not, he knew perhaps that might have made him all the more wanted for Camelot's gallows.

“I know you know.” Mordred stepped closer. “And you know too, but…” He tilted his head to the side, their noses brushed one another's. “I'm risking it all just for you.”

Elyan felt a shiver run down his body. Mordred's hand found his and he lifted the other to brush his fingers on his jaw.

“I'm risking my capture just to say I love you,” he continued.

Elyan turned his head away but felt that gentle touch deepen and pull his head back forward.

“And you're risking just the same.”

He swatted his hand away and grabbed Mordred's wrist in the same strike. Watching that facade of bravery crumble underneath his touch as Mordred's expression twisted. Pain infiltrated in the cracks, leaving the same scared boy who had fled Camelot months back right in front of him.

“I have a chance,” he spoke through his teeth. “You don't.”

Mordred twisted his hand but he only tightened his hold. It would bruise. They both knew it. The longer Elyan held and the more Mordred moved and struggled guaranteed it.

“Stop coming back,” he continued.

Mordred cocked an eyebrow, teasing him with that feigned innocent look that turned mischievous all too quickly. “If that's what you want.”

“It is.”

He held his gaze. Neither of them wanting to give in till Mordred lowered his head and looked away. “Fine.” He yanked his arm free as Elyan loosened his grip.

Elyan breathed out, staying in place as Mordred turned around back towards the window. Until he stopped.

“What?”

Mordred turned around. “You and I both know that if you really didn't like this—me coming here night after night. You would've told the queen or king already.”

“I wouldn't do that to you.”

He lightly chuckled, a grin forming on his face. “You wouldn't,” he agreed. “Keep your space. Keep me safe, keep you safe. Is that not it?” He took a step back.

Elyan shook his head. “Our love isn't worth your torture.”

He smiled, something of hope there too. “Isn't it?”

Elyan swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat. “Go. Camelot isn't safe for you anymore.”

He gave him a pitiful smile. “Was it ever?” Mordred continued to walk backwards.

Elyan looked down, seeing how close he was to the open window. “Mordred?”

The back of his knees hit the ledge. That smile changed. “I'll just risk it again.”

He watched as Mordred leaned back his weight and fell out the window.

“Mordred!” He lunged forward, scrambling to grab the ends of his cloak but was too late. He stuck his head out the window, exhaustion no longer a thought as he looked at the drop to the ground.

No Mordred. No body. No cloak. He looked up. The cloaked figure that was in his chamber was walking away. 

Mordred turned around, still walking and looked up at him. He smiled one of his all too fleeting grins before he pulled the hood forward and turned back around.

Elyan watched as his cloaked figure walked on and disappeared without a sound on Camelot's grounds.

[allthehumanflaws]

Chapter 7 (part 2)

"Merlin you old fool!" Arthur said as Percival laid him down in one of the houses.  "What is my life compared to all of yours?" he said. Merlin knew he was gonna die. He was a powerful sorcerer, but the bolt was also forged of magic. It could easily kill him, but he had a few thing to say. Merlin used all the magic he had to keep awake. Gwaine and Arthur sat on either side of his bed while Gaius sat near the end of the bed. 

"Gaius...when I'm gone...." "You are going nowhere!" Said Gaius even though he knew it wasn't possible.  "Tell them....about Emrys. And all he has done." 

"Merlin, please. Merlin you are not dying. You can't die! You have to stay with me, with us! Please, Merlin..." said Gwaine. No one had imagined the day Gwaine would but here he was, silently crying beside his dying friend.

"Why Sir Gwaine? Isn't George enough?" asked Merlin, a small smile forming at his lips. "He isn't our friend, you are." said Elyan.  'Oh yes? Is that the reason you all behaved so harshly? Is that the reason you all were treating him so rudely?" questioned Gaius. "It was supposed to make him mad just for a few days. Until today.." started Percival. "It's his birthday tomorrow. We just wanted to surprise him." said Leon.

Merlin let out a small laugh. He, himself had forgotten his birthday. 

"Be the best knight in Camelot for me, Gwaine." he said and Gwaine nodded in response.  "I will take care of Hunith, rest assured." said Gaius.

"I'll make sure these idiots don't get themselves killed." said Elyan tear streaming down his face as he smiled. 

"Percival...take care of Gaius for me." said Merlin, trying not to wince. Percival clapped a hand on Merlin's shoulder and smiled at him.  

Arthur wanted to say a lot and he would have if he was not crying so much. Merlin was his first friend. The only person who had never seen him as 'Prince Arthur' but as just 'Arthur Pendragon'. He wanted to tell Merlin that he was his most trusted and loyal friend but...he couldn't. He just couldn't. But Arthur just sat there watching his one true friend taking ragged breaths that would soon lead to his last. But when he turned to look at him, Merlin smiled. It seemed as if he knew.  "Arthur....Guinevere" said Merlin and Arthur understood. 

Merlin took one last look at all of them and smiled again. His magic was slipping and he breathed his last words... "When the hour of the greatest need is upon, Walk along the Lake of Avalon Call out for me  and I shall be To try and be that friend indeed."

And as he did the room was filled with tiny balls of lights. Merlin's hand fell limp from Gwaine's.  "Merlin? Merlin!?" exclaimed Gwaine, breaking down beside him. The clang of Elyan and Arthur's sword said it all. Gaius collapsed to the ground and Leon silently mourned. 

"Happy Birthday..." whispered Percival. Even though Merlin wouldn't hear it now. He would never make a joke or give comical remarks. He would never come bustling in the room with that bright smile. He would never see the banquet they had prepared. He would never see the celebrations and the feast they had prepared. 

He would never see them and they wouldn't see Merlin again...

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

This just popped into my head!

Chris going with Sonic on his storybook adventure in the game SATBK?

I can’t stop imagining sir, Lancelot’s reaction to Chris calling him Daddy and calling Sonic (aka his king) papa!

Also would the knights, the lady of the lake and Kalibern all see Chris as a Prince after excepting Sonic as their king?

SATBK is my favorite Sonic game and I got curious about how the events would play out if Chris was there as well.

The idea of Chris getting sucked into Camelot with Sonic is both hysterical and terrifying in its own right. Not only does Sonic have to save this world but also keep Chris safe at the same time, which is an already daunting task.

Lancelot would panic at Chris comparing him to Shadow, cuz that would imply that Lancelot would have.....those kind of relations with his King.

Everyone would be stunned by Chris referring to Sonic as his Papa, but they eventually got used to it because it just seems in Sonic'a nature to care for children.

I'm not....sure if they'd see Chris as the Prince. Percival most definitely would, but the other two knights and Caliburn..? I'm not sure.

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@bishop-percival

(Previous) “So you were in on this too, huh? Well I must admit it warms my cold little heart to see so many of you scheming to take down a Gropist among us.” Percy then imagined a scenario where Thomas led Miriam to a Gronch. The chaos of that would be a funny sight to behold… But knowing Thomas’ oafishness and Miriam’s prowess at hunting people down, it was highly unlikely. “It would be a cute plan if Big Top Thomas actually makes it off the Skullship. But I have reason to doubt he’ll make it very far,” Percy said as he looked toward the empty organ seat. “So, whatever. Thank you so much for sharing, Bowtie.” Sam was simmering in their seat. Trying to take advantage of their plan and botched accusation, was he!? Just for a mediocre bait scheme!? They almost sprang up to reject Theodore’s involvement. But they realized that doing so would just drag on the matter, especially when it was obvious Bishop Percival was eager to move on. So whatever. Theodore could have this moment. Sam would just have to have a word with him after mass…

“Onboard, sir,” Theodore said— with his finger raised and other arm primly held behind his back— as he descended the stairs. “There could be another Dawn.” 

Then he rolled his eye and dropped to his natural, extremely soft volume. Yet anyone in the immediate vicinity could hear if they strained their ears. “What would following him offboard accomplish? Confirming their Spacebook page?”

Once Teddy reached his seat he plopped down and let out a sigh. Certainly that was enough to make the best of the situation. Yet maybe… if he gathered the guts to broach the topic with Thomas earlier… this would have never happened…

He glanced over to where he last saw Sam and shuddered. Fuck, he didn't stop to consider the implications of pissing off the glornist(s?) who ratted Thomas out. If they had jumped up to argue with him onstage he'd, ironically, be more at ease. But he didn't know what to make of their uncharacteristic level headiness.

Dwelling on how Sam (and Cyrus?) could screw him over was admittedly preferable to preemptively mourning Thomas. Or combing over his mistakes with a fine-tooth comb. 

Would this be the first time Sam actually beat his ass? Teddy could endure that. But what else could they do? Frame him? 

…Did this have anything to do with being their “second choice?” Because if there was more than their criteria than hating them, well... Teddy was the most questionable glornist after Thomas. Enough that he almost got excommunicated.

And if they investigated him they wouldn't be disappointed. Which was more exciting? A gropist? Or a prospective assassin trying to protect Bishop Percival's nemesis by slaying him?

Better yet: An infiltrator who roped Bishop Percival's very own right hand man into his murder plot. What could be juicier?

When service has ended Theodore stayed in his seat with his hands folded on his lap and intensely staring at the wood grain of the seat in front of him. Anyone else may think that he was praying. Or simply awaiting the results of his plan. Yet he was simply spacing out.