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ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral · 1 year ago

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Another Merlin au prompt! This time featuring Morgana, because I haven't been giving her enough love recently!

EDIT: You can find part two of this au here!

In a season 4 au, the Cailleach never tells Morgana that Emrys is her destiny and her doom. Instead, she merely tells Morgana that Emrys is her destiny. So, instead of fearing Emrys, Morgana believes that Emrys is the key to achieving her destiny and conquering Camelot. Thus, she starts her hunt to try and find an ally in Emrys.

Through the Druids and the Catha, Morgana learns that Emrys is the Old Religion's god of magic and is destined to come to the mortal plane in the form of a human to bring magic back to the land after a great tragedy. Morgana hadn't heard of Emrys before since Morgause (in her hubris) did not focus on educating Morgana in the gods and goddesses that they were supposed to worship, instead focusing on teaching her powerful, dark magic and battle strategies against their enemies.

So, Morgana spends most of seasons 4 trying to find Emrys and ally herself to him. Morgana eventually learns from a druid that defected to her cause that Emrys has already taken his human form and lives in Camelot, working in secret to bring about magic's return to the land. Morgana was shocked by this, since it was possible that Emrys had been in Camelot even before she knew of her magic, but also pleased, as having Emrys already established inside Camelot would make a takeover much easier!

Morgana, from there, starts attributing her every victory and defeat to Emrys in some way. She succeeds in killing Uther through the enchanted necklace? Emrys must have been in on her plans and delivered the final blow while Arthur trusted him to try to heal his father! Her plan to drive Arthur and Gwen apart through shade Lancelot succeeds? Because Emrys ensured that no one suspected the shade before he did his job, of course! Her magic fails during her takeover of Camelot? Emrys must be angry with her for trying to conquer Camelot without him! She makes it out of Camelot alive even without her magic? Praise Emrys!

Morgana's beliefs are further solidified when Aithusa heals her. She asks Aithusa who she is, how is there another dragon? Aithusa is too young to speak, but she instead shares images and ideas with Morgana. In Aithusa's memories, Morgana couldn't quite see the face of the dragonlord who hatched Aithusa, but she knew how that magical power felt! It must have been Emrys, as the druids also told her that he was the last dragonlord! He must have sent this young dragon, his own kin, to heal Morgana and keep her safe before their destinies came to fruition!

When they're captured by Sarrum, Aithusa called out for her dragonlord, and after a couple hours in that damned well, a golden light filled the entire space, and their magic-binding chains were removed, allowing them to climb out of the pit and escape. There was no doubt in Morgana's mind that Emrys was the one who saved him, but to her disappointment, he was not there when they escaped.

(Merlin, back in Camelot, performed a ritual to send his magic to aid Aithusa, wherever she was. He could sense her cries and her fear, but he couldn't pin down her location, so this was his only way of sending help.)

By season 5, Morgana's patience was growing thin. She knew that Emrys probably had some grand, years-long plan for how they were going to conquer Camelot and let magic reign, but she wanted the throne that was rightfully hers! But to do that, she needed Emrys. So, she sought out the Diamiar to ask how she could find Emrys. Unfortunately, she never found the Diamiar and was forced to retreat.

Fast forward to Kara being captured and Mordred begging for her life and getting locked up with her. In this au, Merlin helps break Mordred and Kara out of the dungeon and helps them leave Camelot safely, leading to Mordred not growing bitter against Merlin, but still holding animosity towards Arthur for not being merciful towards Kara.

Kara takes advantage of Mordred's newfound anger towards Arthur and convinces him to join Morgana's forces. Morgana welcomes Mordred with open arms, but he's hesitant to tell her Emrys's true identity after Merlin saved him and Kara. However, after Morgana tells him that the only way that they can defeat Arthur is with Emrys fighting alongside them, Mordred reluctantly tells Morgana Emrys's true name: Merlin.

Morgana is absolutely shook by this news. How could her ultimate ally, the key to her victory, be one of her worst enemies?! He was Arthur's most loyal lacky! He saved Arthur's life repeatedly, keeping her from the throne! He had poisoned her!

Morgana was in absolute denial over this news, until she started thinking over it. When she had first told Merlin about her magic, he had tried to help her and led her to the druids. Yes, he had poisoned her, but that was the last push she needed to join Morgause. Perhaps that was his plan from the beginning? To ensure that she joined her sister and fulfilled her destiny in becoming a high priestess?

And his position as Arthur's closest confidant and servant gave him the anonymity to not be noticed by the nobility and the perfect place to manipulate Arthur, weakening him and his kingdom from within! Emrys truly was a mastermind with a plan to take down Camelot! And to think, she had fallen for his disguise as a cowardly servant as well! He was effortlessly playing all of Camelot for fools!

And oh, Morgana could see his vision! Emrys- Merlin- would crush Arthur's heart, his very soul, by revealing his power and his glorious destiny of returning magic to the land. All Merlin would have to do was pull the rug out from underneath Arthur, and Arthur would be so heartbroken and weakened by the betrayal that Camelot would be ripe for the taking!

Perhaps Merlin would revel in Arthur's humiliation? Wrap obedience spells around the king's mind and make Arthur his servant? What glorious justice that would be!

The most powerful sorcerer in history, magic incarnate, living in Camelot and having the absolute trust of the king! Everything was poised so perfectly! Morgana had to give Emrys credit for this, he had set everything up, from Morgana's rise to her true power to surrounding Arthur with commoner knights who owed more to Merlin than they did to the king, so that Arthur's end and magic's rise was inevitable. She did wish he would have told her about his plans sooner though. They could have been working together all this time!

Still, this meant that all of the pieces for magic's takeover of Camelot were in place! All she had to do was reach out to Emrys and let him know that she was ready, and they could conquer Camelot!

Mordred tries to warn her that Merlin is trying to fulfill the prophecy is a different, more peaceful way than what she has in mind, but Morgana brushes that aside. Emrys was her destiny, the key to her success!

However, after luring Merlin into the crystal cave and finally offering an alliance with him so they could take over Camelot, Morgana was shocked to be vehemently rejected by Merlin, with Merlin telling her that there was no way that he would ever betray Arthur, Emrys or not.

Morgana was not really expecting that and was forced to revise her plans. She needed Merlin to be on her side if she was going to have any chance at taking the throne from her undeserving brother, but Merlin, despite all of his power and destiny, was reluctant to join her and take his rightful place of power.

It was rather confusing for Morgana. Why would Emrys truly want Arthur on the throne? Was Arthur already his thrall, and he didn't want to lose his puppet king? No, if Emrys had Arthur under his power, magic would already be returned to the land.

Perhaps it was some sort of odd affection that Merlin had towards Arthur? That must be it! Merlin had been forced to tolerate Arthur for so long that some sort of forced feelings of connection towards Arthur had wormed their way into Emrys's heart!

So, Morgana goes on a campaign to win Merlin's loyalty over to her by 1) trying to undermine Arthur's rule and make his look like a fool and 2) make herself look like the better option. She has dozens of spies in Camelot and has sorcerers who can scry for her, so she knows when Arthur treats Merlin like a fool and dismisses his thoughts like an arrogant prat, and she chooses those days to send Merlin gifts, like spell books filled with useful curses, enchanted jewelry to make him more powerful, and the severed head of an assassin who managed to land a cut on Merlin while he was trying to kill Arthur (on Morgana's orders, but that's just semantics).

Morgana also sees how Merlin's living situation with Gaius isn't great, so she sends him things like new luxurious clothes and rich foods, which are things that she supposes that he'll have to get used to after he takes his rightful place as the conqueror of Camelot.

Merlin, however, remains suspicious of these gifts and knows that Morgana is trying to tempt him to her side, so he ignores them for the most part. Eventually, Arthur finds out about Morgana trying to bribe his manservant with extravagant gifts and loses his mind over it. He knows that Merlin would never betray Camelot to the likes of Morgana, but the fact that Morgana has set her sights on Merlin puts him very ill at ease.

And this, of course, devolves into a tense game of tug-of-war between the Pendragon siblings. Both of them are tripping over themselves trying to prove themselves to be more deserving of Merlin's loyalty, while Merlin just wants to go back to sleep.

Let me know if you'd like to see a continuation of this prompt! I think that seeing a high-stakes sibling rivalry between Arthur and Morgana over Merlin would be pretty funny!

EDIT: You can find part two of this au here!

Also, please let me know if there are any other Merlin characters you'd like me to feature! I'm working on some Gwen-focused and Lancelot-focused prompts, but let me know if there are any others you'd like to see!

And, as always, thank you for reading through my rambling! :D

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larluce · 1 year ago

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @stalesaltinecracker cause he asked for more, and @an-entity-i-think since she made a valid question

ENLACES A LAS OTRAS PARTES DE ESTE AU AQUÍ: PARTE 1 , PARTE 2 , PARTE 3 , PARTE 4 (estás aquí), PARTE 5

In "Valiant"

Arthur: (Impacient and worried cause Merlin hasn't told him about Valiant's echanted shield yet) Is there something you want to tell me?

Merlin: (who decided to not tell Arthur about the shield this time around so he won't embarrased him again) No.

Arthur: I know something is bothering you.

Merlin: Nothing is bothering me.

Arthur: (hurt) Don't you trust me? (thinking) Have I not been worth of your trust again?

Merlin: Of course I trust you! Arthur, I trust you with my life!

Arthur: Then tell me what's wrong! Why were you sneaking out of Valiant's chambers yesterday?

Merlin:(cursing internally that this Arthur somehow is more observant, but still says nothing)...

Arthur: Merlin, please.

Merlin: (puzzled and touched Arthur is saying "please" to him and he finally sighs, giving up cause he always hated lying to Arthur anyway) Valiant's been cheating, he has a magic shield.

Arthur: (hiding his relief Merlin finally told him) Why do you think that?

Merlin: I saw it. The snakes coming out of his shield. Gaius thinks Valiant used them to posioned Sir Ewan. But I don't have any proof, I get if you don't believ-

Arthur: I believe you.

Merlin: ... really? But I'm just a servant, I'm not-

Arthur: (fondly, holding Merlin's hands) Don't ever say that again. You're more than a servant to me. Always.

Merlin: (getting lost into his eyes, blushing)

Merlin: (snapping out of it) Ahmm... Then what will you do?

Arthur: There's not point in bothering my father with this without proof. Now that I know what I'm getting into, I'll know what to look out for.

Merlin: (smiling confident, cause he has the spell to expose Valiant prepared) I'm sure you'll beat him up easily.

In "The Mark of Nimueh"

Merlin: (going to the cavern alone to fight the Afanc himself, a torch in hand) Arthur?

Arthur: (doing the very same thing, a torch in hand as well) Merlin?

Merlin: What are you doing here?

Arthur: I was... strolling.

Merlin: In the vaults underneath the castle?

Arthur: It's my castle. What are YOU doing here?

Merlin: I was... taking samples.

Arthur: Taking samples.

Merlin: Yeah, apparently the sickness is spreading through water. So I was taking samples to find out with Gaius what's causing it.

Arthur: The well is several meters behind, Merlin.

Merlin: Ah... I got lost.

Arthur: (rolling his eyes) Only you, Merlin. (taking Merlin by the wrist) It's not safe for you here. I'm getting you out. (starts walking)

Merlin: (trying to free from his grip) What? No! I need to-

The Afanc roars, making its appareance.

Arthur and Merlin: Shit...

In "The Gates of Avalon"

Both Morgana and Merlin looking Sophia from afar.

Morgana: Who is that?

Merlin: (kind of mad he couldn't prevent the sidhes from entering the castle again, but hiding his discontent) Sophia Tirmawr. Arthur rescued her in the woods.

Morgana: She can't stay here.

Merlin: Well, she and her father are guests in the castle now.(seeing his chance) You had a nightmare about her?

Morgana: (surprised) How do you know about my nightmares?!

Merlin: Gaius.

Morgana: Right... (sighs) You must think I'm crazy.

Merlin: I don't. I also have a bad feeling about her.

Morgana: Really?

Merlin: It just seems pretty convenient. Escaping from raiders in Tír-Mòr? A kingdom too far away to corroborate any of that story? I don't believe she is who she claims to be.

Morgana: (opening up, feeling safe and understood by Merlin) In my dream she drowned Arthur in a lake. I'm scared, Merlin. My nightmares always come true. Always!

Merlin: I already warned Arthur about her. He gave her the chambers far away from his. But I think you should talk to him about this.

Morgana: (laughs dryly) No, he won't believe me. He'll laugh at my face for sure. (thinking) And he's been too cold to me lately for some reason.

Merlin: There's no harm in trying. He might surprised you. (thinking) If this Arthur is nicer to me, he'll defenitely be nicer to her.

Morgana: Alright, I'll try.

...

Morgana: Arthur, I need to speak with you. It's about Sophia.

Arthur: (Who spied on her when she threatened Sophia in the hallway and still doesn't know how to feel about it) You're starting to sound like Merlin. Do you have a bad feeling about her too?

Morgana: She isn't what she seems.

Arthur: Why? What makes you say that?

Morgana: I just... have a feeling. It's difficult to describe.

Arthur: Try me.

Morgana: I had a dream. A nightmare. She drowned you in a lake. She killed you, Arthur.

Arthur: And why would that be a bad thing?

Morgana: (confused)... what?

Arthur: Don't you want me dead, Morgana?

Morgana: (horrified) No! Of course not! Why would you say that?

Arthur: (shakes his head) Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Morgana: (firmly) No. Arthur, listen to me. (holds his face and Arthur forces himself not to flinch) I don't know what's happening in that head of yours, but let me get this straight. I love you and I care for you. You're like a brother to me. I would cut all my limbs before letting anything happen to you!

Arthur: (with teary eyes, but forcing himself not to cry) You're just saying that.

Morgana: It's the truth.

Arthur: (his voice almost breaking) So you don't hate me?

Morgana: What made you think-(opens her eyes wide in fury) It was her, wasn't she? She put that idea in your head! (starts stomping out of the chambers)

Arthur: (stops her) Hey! Where are you going?

Morgana: I'm going to kill her! No, first I'm going to drag her by the hair through all the castle to let her know what happens when you mess with people's minds!

Arthur: (Shocked for a second at Morgana's thirst for blood and revenge not being drawn at him, but for him. And then he laughs, laughs and laughs)

Morgana: Why are you laughing? (starts to question his sanity, worried) Are you Okay?

Arthur: (stops laughing and smiles) Yes, I am now. Thank you.

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noldorslight · 2 months ago

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Starlight

GUESS WHO’S BACK? (It’s me!)

Sorry for the long absence, hopefully I am back for good! Here is a little something I have been working on in my spare time!

Word Count: ~3k

Tags: @morganas-pendragons @pentaghasm @itskhxnsa

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“Y/N please, I need you to work with me here.”

The ever so stoic High King was now chasing you around the entire city of Eregion. His purpose for this was to get you to go through some potential suitors, as you had been putting it off for far too long.

“Absolutely not, I already know that I do not want any of them, thank you very much.”

”I am not going to force you to come back with me, I just need you to listen to me.”

You stopped running and turned around. It was quite interesting to see the ever so powerful Gil-Galad just standing there, pleading with you. You would never admit it to him, but he often reminded you of your late father. And for that reason alone, you decided to hear him out. “Fine. But not here, it is too…”

You gestured around vaguely and he nodded. Too open, too public.

“You have been in this city far longer than I have, I will follow you.”

You turned around and began walking. He sped up a bit to catch up with you and then matched your pace. It was nice, walking through the bustling city streets, watching as the sun hit the trees in a way that made them glow.

You finally arrived at a small garden. It was far away from the streets and was very secluded. A spot that you had not found on your own, but was shown to you by someone who had sensed your desire to escape the loud city.

You sat down on the grass and sighed. This conversation could not be avoided forever. “Tell me, my King, why have you come for me?”

Gil-Galad sat down across from you. He did not seem tense but he was clearly deep in thought. Trying to find the right words. “Y/N, you have done so many things in your life, things that should be written down, to be remembered for all of eternity. But you have done these things alone.”

“I have had Elrond in some of my adventures.”

”Yes but you should have someone who is closer to you. Someone to rely on.”

”I can rely on Elrond. I trust him entirely.”

At your words, the King smiled. ”Perhaps you should not. After all, he is the reason behind me being able to find you.”

To say you were shocked by this would be an understatement. Your best friend had betrayed you. Though, you knew he would not have done such a thing if your life was at stake, so you were not entirely upset.

“My King…the Elves you have found…I have nothing against them, truly. I just do not believe that they are right for me.”

”I figured as much. So I have brought with me an entirely new batch. Consider, option one.” He pulled out a scroll and unrolled it in front of you.

“You had someone draw him?”

”Not just him, all of them.”

”Oh…wonderful. Let us begin then.”

”This one is a warrior. He is praised throughout the lands and is known for being stern yet gentle. His achievements are nothing short of impressive and he is very open to trying new hobbies in his downtime. Your thoughts?”

”Sounds like a fine choice indeed.”

”Yes he is, he would take care of you-“

”No.”

Gil-Galad stopped and stared at you. Your gaze was no longer on the picture in front of you, but at something else, hidden between the trees. Something, or someone, he could not see from his angle. “What is the real reason behind this? It seems as though you have nothing against him, so why have you rejected this proposal?”

You sighed and looked back at him, and then at the portrait. He was very good looking, and he did have a gentle look in his eyes. But he was not him. Which was something that you knew, and Gil-Galad did not.

”There is someone who has caught my interest.”

The High King sat up suddenly, intrigued by this news. It was fine if it was not one of his picks, as long as you were happy. “Oh? So this is why you have been avoiding this conversation, I see. Well, tell me about him. What is his trade, where is he, what is he like?”

“Well, he’s an Elven smith, he lives here, in Eregion, and he is…words alone could not describe him but I shall try my best. He is patient, understanding, he is so observant that it almost seems as though he is reading your mind. He is very confident in his craft, but not overly egotistical. He understands the very deepest parts of my soul and never stops me from doing what I need to do in order to fulfill my own desires. He is, in every way, my perfect partner.”

Your gaze drifted again as you said all of this. He was standing on the other side of the hedges that surrounded the garden you were in, admiring the flowers that grew from them. With the light of the setting sun, he looked ethereal.

“If he is so perfect, why have you not said anything about him? Or introduced him to me at least.”

You laughed a bit at his words.

“Introduce you? As what, exactly? My friend, my King, or my father?”

”As your guardian I suppose. Your father asked me to keep an eye on you, before he passed. I am simply following his wishes. Ah, and ensuring you marry a fine Elf is also a part of his wishes, so I would like to meet this Elven smith. Who seems to be on the other side of this garden wall, shall we?”

He stood up suddenly and brushed off his cloak, straightening it out and making his appearance more regal, and less as though he was having a picnic.

“Oh, oh no that is not a great idea. He has had no time to prepare, it would be improper of us to-“

”Nonsense. I am the High King and I demand we meet him now. Come.” He began making his way to the entrance of the garden and you had no choice but to accept defeat and follow him. As he spun around the corner, he nearly knocked someone to the ground. Which you would have found amusing, had it not been the very Elf you were both looking for.

“Ah, my apologies, Lord Celebrimbor. I was searching for someone and did not expect to run into you.”

“No worries at all. Perhaps I can help you find this person?”

Helpful and kind, as always. You felt absolutely terrible for him as you had brought this situation upon him. And in that moment, you realized something. The Great Elven smith had absolutely no idea about your feelings for him.

“Perhaps you could. There was someone around this area who caught dear Y/N’s attention, and so I wanted to speak with the young Elf myself. Any idea where he might have gone?”

Celebrimbor’s eyes shifted to meet yours. In that instant, he understood everything and knew that you needed his help. “Ah, I was not aware that Lady Y/N had her eye on someone. I do vaguely remember seeing a young Elf here. Perhaps I could accompany you as you search for him?”

”A fine idea.”

It was quite a spectacle indeed, seeing the High King, the Lord of Eregion, and one of the most powerful Elven warriors, roaming around in search of someone who technically does not exist. As the High King marched on ahead, leading the way through the streets, Celebrimbor fell back to walk beside you.

“I assume you will fill me in on what is happening?” He was walking close to you, though he still felt the need to lean in to speak to you. Perhaps he did not want your conversation to be heard by the King. Or perhaps, he wanted to catch the sweet scent of your perfume.

“Of course, but that will have to wait. For now, I could really use your help with getting our lovely High King to stop looking for this mystery person.”

”He does not exist?”

”Who?”

”The mystery person.”

”He does but it is terribly complicated.”

”Very well, in exchange for my help, I will expect a very detailed run down on everything.”

You nodded and he sped up to speak with Gil-Galad. You could not hear what they were saying, but a few seconds later, they both stopped walking and turned to face you.

“I will be heading back now. When you are ready to introduce me to your special person, I will be ready.” With a swift nod in your direction, the High King left. He seemed oddly flustered but you did not pay too much attention to it.

“My lord, how did you do that?”

Celebrimbor smiled but said nothing as he gestured for you to follow him. He led you back to the forge, a place you had visited frequently over the past few months, and sat down at one of the tables. Taking that as a sign, you sat down across from him.

“I have held up my end of our agreement, now it is your turn.”

You nodded and took a moment to gather your thoughts. In this very moment, you would be telling him everything. Your feelings for him would come to light and your relationship with him would change. For better or for worse, you could not tell.

You fiddled with a chip on the table, avoiding his eyes at any cost. “Where should I start…perhaps with the High King-“

”Start with the mystery person. I am more curious about that.”

At his words, you stopped fiddling and looked up at him. He was leaning forward on the table now, with his hands locked in front of him. There was a look of curiosity and…something else that you could not quite pinpoint, in his eyes.

”Very well, he is someone who I met in this city, he is very kind and-“

”What does he do?”

”Are you going to continue cutting me off?” You frowned slightly and leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. He was usually quite curious but today, it was much worse.

“Just this last time.”

”Fine. He makes fine jewelry and other things, forged in fire.”

“A smith.”

”Correct. As I was saying, he is-“

”Is it me?”

You burst out laughing. ”You just told me you would stop cutting me off!”

He said nothing as he got up and walked over to you. He knelt down beside you and took your hands into his own as he gazed into your eyes. Desperate, yet calm.

“Please say it is.”

You said nothing as he continued to stare at you, his eyes searching for anything that would tell him your answer.

You, of course, knew your answer. But knowing that he felt the same way, it made you hesitate. He was everything you had always wanted, and he felt the same way as you, so why on earth were you so scared?

“Forgive me, perhaps I have overstepped.” He stood up suddenly and let go of your hand, his warmth leaving with him.

“My lord, please allow me to collect my thoughts for a moment, there is much I need to say.” You mumbled softly and looked down at the floor, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes.

His eyes softened, not that you could see it, and he held his hand out once more, this time requesting that you stand up with him. You took his hand and stood up, and he pulled you right into him, holding you as if he feared he would lose you.

“Take your time, I will not leave you unless you request it of me.” His voice was no louder than a whisper, as he rested his head on top of yours.

It felt nice, being in his arms. He made you feel safe, warm, and as if you could face the greatest evils in this world and come out unharmed. But it also made you feel an immense amount of fear, for losing him would be the end of your world.

“For the first time in my life, I am afraid. I have fought in many battles, slain many enemies, and yet this is where I feel true fear.” You lifted your head a bit, so that it could rest on his shoulder.

”What are you afraid of? I will remove it from your path, if you would only let me.”

His words brought you some sort of relief but you could not shake the sinking feeling inside you. Finding the words to explain that feeling was no easier.

”What I am afraid of is far beyond your power, my lord. It is something that you would not be able to fight, nor protect me from. I am terribly afraid of losing you. To what, I am not sure, but I know that losing you would be the same as losing all that is good in this world. And that scares me, more than you could ever imagine.”

He said nothing for a moment as he held you a little bit tighter. Your worst fear was losing him, which confirmed your feelings for him. On one hand, this was a good thing, because his mind was no longer racing. But on the other hand, the thing that you feared was not something that he could promise you. Even the life of an Elf was uncertain.

“I cannot promise that I will be here forever, but I can promise that every moment we spend together will be beautiful, because I will make it that way. I will paint the skies in every one of your favourite colours, if it would make you smile. I would fight every battle for you, if it meant that you would live in a world full of peace. You, my darling, are the most important person in my life. Anything you want, you need only ask.”

If he no longer wished to be a smith, he could absolutely be a poet. His words made you feel so loved and so wanted. Perhaps you could ignore the nagging in the back of your mind, and let yourself be with him. After all, he was not a warrior, how much danger could he possibly be in?

”Celebrimbor?”

”Hm?”

”Promise me you will stay with me forever.”

He pulled back from you a bit, still keeping you in his arms, but he wanted to see your face. Your eyes were as beautiful as ever, but they were slightly watery, which made them glisten like the gems he often worked with. Though, your eyes were far more breathtaking. He could stare into them forever, if you would allow him to.

“I will stay with you until the very end, my love. Until the light of the stars fade away and leave this world in the dark, I will stay by you.”

That was all you needed to hear. You leaned back into him and buried your face in his chest, letting your tears fall. They were tears of relief, of course, but you could not stop them from falling.

The light from the moon shone through the large windows of the forge, bathing you both in a soft, white light. The moment was perfect, something straight out of a fairy tale. Everything was well.

Until it was not..

You stood before the crumbling doors of the forge, fighting the urge to turn around and run. The city was ablaze, smoke filled the sky, and the Lord of Eregion was nowhere to be found. This was the last place you chose to check. You feared the worst and walking through those doors would only confirm it. You prayed to the Valar for him to be there, waiting for you. Even if he was injured, you could work with that.

You took a deep breath as you stepped inside. There was less smoke in the room than there was outside, but it was also terribly dark. You lifted your necklace and whispered softly to it. It began to glow, and you used that light to make your way through the room. It was a gift from Celebrimbor, the necklace. He wanted you to always have some light with you, so that you were never in the dark.

As you continued walking through the forge, you heard a loud snapping noise. You had stepped on an arrow. The only reason for an arrow to be in the forge was if Celebrimbor was experimenting with them, figuring out some way to craft the perfect weapon. Or something along those lines.

A soft dripping noise caught your attention suddenly. You lifted the necklace a bit more, allowing the light to shine over the higher parts of the room. And it was in that moment that you saw him.

Pinned to the pillar, arrows sticking out of him like rays of light, your lover was indeed waiting for you.

You fell to your knees in despair. The state of the city had prepared you for the worst, but somehow this was far past that. He had been killed, in the most brutal way possible, and left behind as a sign. Or a warning. You did not care for the reason. All you knew was that he was betrayed. The great Lord of Eregion would never allow something like this to happen, not unless he was tricked.

Your sadness turned into anger as your mind began to race. In his letters to you, he spoke of an Elven messenger, who went by the name of Annatar. His sudden appearance combined with the rumours you had heard of a dark being roaming the lands had brought you back to the city. Against the High King’s orders, of course. You had feared that something horrible was going to happen, and it appeared as though you were correct. And, of course, too late.

You made a vow in that moment to avenge the man you loved. You would travel through the lands in search of the man who betrayed him, and you would bring him to his knees. And only then, would you rest.

“I will see you again, my love. Wait for me.”

You took off your necklace and placed it on him. You no longer needed to walk with the light, for yours had died with him.

#celebrimbor #the rings of power #amazon rings of power #celebrimbor x reader #rings of power #lord of the rings #the hobbit #middle earth #rings of power fanfiction #celebrimbormylove #lord of the rings fanfic #the hobbit fanfic

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zelda-cooper · 9 months ago

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Is Morgwing (Darkwing and Morgana) a toxic couple?

This is an opinion blog and about something I thought about these days, you can have a completely different opinion and share it here in the comments or reblogs. But I just ask that you read it until the end, think about it and, PLEASE, no toxic comments or threats! Having said that, let's continue...

These days I was doing my activities while listening to my podcast "Saint Canarian Files: A Darkwing Duck Podcast" (By the way, a very good podcast that I recommend! They're basically on EVERY social network that has podcasts!) and I ended up getting to the episodes of "Monsters R Us" and "My Valentine Ghoul"... I'm not a fan of these episodes, but I wanted to watch them because I like to hear other people's opinions about something I don't like. Then they started talking about the couple's interactions, so I was kind of doing my thing and my brain tuned into the audio... Then I paused and thought ".... Wait, what?", then I went back and listened more carefully... Then it went to the episode about Morgana's family and I was just in complete shock... Because it was right in front of me and I didn't see it. You know that I'm a person who defends Morgwing A LOT and this is my favorite shipp, but listening to this podcast and watching the episodes MORE CAREFULLY... My view started to change a lot about this couple. And not in a good way...

And now I'm here, writing about whether or not Darkwing Duck/Drake Mallard and Morgana Mawcaber are a toxic couple (the world goes round...). And just to clarify...

THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR HATE ON DARKWING OR MORGANA, MUCH LESS ON THEIR FANS!!!

But it's to try to analyze the couple's dynamics and see if there's any salvation or not. I'm NOT a couples psychologist either, much less have I dated in my life so far, but I'm guiding myself by some behaviors and experience in narratives. Having said that... Let's start by talking about the beginning of the couple.

It all started in Morgana's debut episode, "Fungus Amongus" (I know, lol...), where the future couple met... And right away we felt a slight tension between the two... Not slight... A LOT OF TENSION... Okay, just kidding... Right away, we see that they really like each other a lot and feel comfortable talking to each other, even with Morgana's family being against it, the two got along really well in the beginning. This extended to "Ghoul of My Dreams", where it is shown that Morgana really likes Darkwing, because if she didn't like it, it wouldn't make sense for her to dream about them getting married or for Drake to dream about Morgana kissing him, they really fell in love with each other... But there's a small problem... In these meetings, Drake ONLY appeared as Darkwing Duck, not in his civil form (this will change later on, but keep it in mind).

Then we get to the other two... "My Valentine Ghoul" and "Monsters R Us"... And here we already see the couple's problems... In the first one mentioned, we see that Drake is once again as Darkwing Duck and not Drake Mallard (which is already strange, considering that they are dating...), but also... He acts like an idiot with Morgana's feelings, belittling them and such... And the witch reacts angrily and throws magic at him, and, even at the end of the episode, with him saving Morgana, their behavior didn't change... In the second episode mentioned, we have another problem... And I'm not just talking about Drake...

In the episode, we meet the Addams Family - I MEAN, the Mawcaber Family! But especially Morgana's father... And he's the one who causes the biggest fight with Darkwing in the episode... And there's also a simple phrase that the Darkwing Duck Podcast people mentioned too... Where Morgana's father says that her daughter deserves happiness, but Darkwing counters by saying that she doesn't want happiness, she only wants him... Just that simple phrase already kind of shocked me... Where did I see that phrase? Oh, yes... In MANY abusive relationships! :D

And let's mention another episode, "Malice's Restaurant", where Drake also doesn't really support Morgana's dream and her food (ok, in the episode they really drew the food in a way that is disgusting, but you'd be surprised by the animals that are edible IN REAL LIFE...). I'm not going to mention "Hot Spells" because that episode is much more about Gosalyn and neither are the other episodes where Morgana appears with the Justice Ducks. I'm also not considering the Boom or Dynamite comics... Because I haven't exactly read them... IN MY DEFENSE, THEY DON'T EXIST IN THE COUNTRY WHERE I LIVE!!! And buying imported comic is also not an option because I don't have the money... So, uh... Basically that...

But having said all these points... I want to talk, now, about the characters' mistakes... Starting with Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck...

•Take a deep breath....•

Can we start by talking about how much his personality doesn't help? He's very... VERY arrogant and problematic with many of his relationships... Even with LP, you think they're good friends, but in "Jailbird" and "Quack of Age" Darkwing is also extremely rude to him! And that also applies to his relationship with Morgana...

Let's go back to the two episodes I mentioned before, Drake never let Morgana talk and never cared much about her feelings and that's a red flag for Morgana that she tried to ignore... But there's also the fact that, at no point, he really trusted her... Because, if you notice... In all the dates we saw, Drake ALWAYS kept the disguise of Darkwing Duck, as his heroic persona! He never went on a date with her in the series being himself, and I suspect he DIDN'T WANT to reveal his secret identity to her. But then you remember "But in 'Malice's Restaurant' she appears with him in civilian clothes and also in the comics", yes... I also commented this with my friend Annie and she said it could be a coherence error because it was never explained how, but me... I have my Headcanon that he DIDN'T TELL, she was the one who found out ALONE (and let's be honest that's not hard, because even Negaduck found out because of the Launchpad-).

In this, we have two pillars of a bad relationship: Lack of trust and problematic personality. But there is another factor, which is how much Darkwing DOES NOT accept listening to Morgana, not even when it comes to her feelings. The biggest example is when he says that Morgana DOES NOT want happiness, she wants HIM. Which, let's face it, is not a healthy way to say it! And he also does not accept that she makes "disgusting food" in his eyes, even though he sees that his family and the Muddlefoots liked it. Now you can understand why Morgana's father did NOT want her to date Darkwing... But Morgana doesn't get away with it either... She also made a lot of mistakes...

This will have things from the series, but there will also be a lot of speculation... Because we know NOTHING about Morgana's past, but there are dots that we can try to connect. And let's start with... She didn't have the best of temperaments... And, let's go back to the two fateful ones... In "My Valentine Ghoul", we see how badly Morgana reacts when something goes wrong in her relationship. She gets angry, possessive and basically casts magic on her own boyfriend (even though he deserved it, the reaction was way too exaggerated...). But where did all this temper come from? Eh... I guess it was her father's fault. Let me explain...

Again in "Monsters R Us", we see that her father also did not accept listening to his daughter's opinion, she wanted him to give humans a chance, but he refused until the end. And, apparently, this WASN'T the first time he refused to listen to Morgana and, also, it seems that he was not angry that Morgana had a boyfriend, but rather, that this boyfriend is a HUMAN. And let's go to the theories and speculations... Why does Morgana's father HATE humans? Well... We saw most of Morgana's family in the series, EXCEPT HER MOTHER. There could be many reasons for this, she could be traveling or she could have gotten divorced, but the most likely thing for me is that her mother DIED. And here I'm going to pick a movie that has a similar story... "Hotel Transylvania".

In the first film, Dracula was completely overprotective of Mavis, because of the death of his wife, who died because of humans, going to EXTREME EXTREME measures to keep his daughter from leaving the Hotel. Nothing stops us from thinking that this also happened in the Mawcaber family and that this is what made the family patriarch hate humans so much that he doesn't want to listen to his daughter for ANYTHING. And the fact that she is always silenced, whether by Darkwing or by her own father, ends up generating these violent reactions in her. She ALWAYS has to scream and use her magic to be heard. This is even shown in a scene in the comics (I don't have the scene now, but it happened in a frame I saw randomly). Again, I'm not a psychologist, but having an upbringing where you can't have an opinion and where you can't even really feel the loss of grief MAY end up affecting your personality a lot... This may also have affected her self-esteem and made her very insecure...

BUT I STILL DON'T PUT HER UP!!!

She ALSO never worked on this issue in her life, never tried to deal with her temper or her insecurities. And remember how I said that her father was mad because Darkwing was HUMAN, not because she had a boyfriend? So... Like some other fans, I also think that Drake IS NOT Morgana's first love. She is clearly older than Drake (I'm guessing at least 100 years older, because monsters - We don't even know if they have the same limits as normal humans), so she really must have lived a long time! And these various relationships may have been a kind of escapism for Morgana, and I'll give another example... Rose Quartz from Steven Universe.

It has been said many times in the Steven Universe series that Rose had dated MANY humans during her "life"/existence (....?), it is both shown on screen and said by Pearl to Greg. Even if Rose didn't know what dating was, she only found out with Greg. And here it is the same thing with Morgana (in this case, she knew what dating was-), she used these "passing" relationships to try to escape her problems somehow. Until, at a certain point, she decided to go to Saint Canarian and follow her dream of having a restaurant, and the rest we already know...

But not to say that their relationship was terrible, toxic and horrible from start to finish... There are indeed points that are very good to highlight in their relationship.

Both characters were very loyal in their relationship from beginning to end and in the love they felt for each other, so much so that when one was in danger, the other went to save him. In "My Valentine Ghoul" (so attacked on this blog) this is proven, when Morgana was kidnapped by Negaduck, Darkwing ran to save her (he failed, but at least he tried -) and this goes for other episodes. And also, like it or not... They really LOVED each other and never wanted to harm their partner. In "Fungus Amongus" (sus) and "Ghoul of My Dreams", Morgana NEVER wanted Darkwing to get hurt and also wanted him to stay out of it. They truly loved each other and it was the first time that Morgana wanted a serious relationship... But even with that... I have to say... Their relationship is not good... For either side...

And we arrive at the fateful resolution... Is the relationship toxic?... Yes. But can the relationship be saved?... Maybe, but we don't know if it will last long...

Unfortunately... I don't know if their relationship will be saved... In the current comics, apparently from what I've seen, everything is fine now... But still, I'm very afraid of what their relationship might be like in the future.

Drake can still continue to be a jerk and arrogant who doesn't respect Morgana's feelings... And Morgana will be a temperamental and insecure person who can't control herself emotionally... But would it be possible for them to change? I don't know... Maybe... But they, perhaps, need to break up to see if they can really change their behavior... Even if they truly love each other, the relationship will only hurt both sides... Maybe... It's better for them to let go...

But... What do you think? If you want to comment or reblog, feel free... Thanks for reading this far and bye...

Art by @anniesilverl2

#darkwing duck #darkwing duck au #ducktales #morgana macawber #morgwing #morgana #dwd91 #dwd #disney afternoon #darkwing duck 1991 #drake mallard

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thegreatmousebafoon · 9 months ago

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Thought Id share some quotes for my merlin OC’s, with the main characters

Andred- royal Gardner ( unpaid therapist )

Andrea- female knight, lotta lore here but I won’t go into it.

Fabron- blacksmith, employed after Gwen’s father died.

Lynn- Fabrons little sister.

Arthur: You're really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren't you?

Morgana: As defending champion, you nervous?

Merlin: *leans over to whisper to Andred* is there a flower for that?

Andred: *whispering as well* Hyacinth. Want me to make a bouquet?

Merlin: Yup.

Arthur: I can excuse mass genocide. But I draw the line at homophobia.

Andrea: you can excuse mass genocide?!

Merlin: *whistles and looks anywhere but at the group*

Andred: *sees someone crying* *brings flowers*

Fabron: flowers can’t solve everything, Andred….

Andred: *throws flowers* *gives them a croissant*

Uther: You’ve all proven yourselves as allies in the fight against magi-

Fabron: *profuse sweating*

Merlin: *trying not to laugh*

Andred: pffft-

Andrea: *knows about it too* *talks over Andred wheezing* yeah… very good allies…

Uther: don't use magic. *under his breath* or you'll get pregnant and die..

Arthur:.. wait what-?

Merlin: *looks down at his stomach, panicked* *looks to Gaius*

Gaius: oh hush merlin your not gonna get pregnant.

Fabron: *does the same thing and looks at Andred*

Andred, who saw: I hope the baby’s ginger.

Fabron: YOURE GINGER THOUGH-

Arthur: your ears are huge.

Merlin: so is your ego.

Andred and Andrea: so is the crush you have on each other.

Arthur:….

Merlin:…

Andred and Andrea: *fist bump*

Gwen: just be yourself! Be nice!

Morgana: we’ll which one is it, Gwen? I can’t be both.

Andrea: please be mean to me.

Morgana: …..

Gwen: …. Seek help Andy.

Gaius: If you're looking for someone to save you, look in the mirror.

Andrea: Bloody Mary finally coming in clutch.

Fabron: Andrea no-

Andred: y’know there’s a flower for that.

Lancelot: i will die for merlin

Percival : no i will die for merlin

Gwaine : absolutely not it will be me who dies for merlin

Leon : as the oldest, it should be me who dies for merlin

Elyan : he saved my life it will be me who dies for merlin

Arthur : as king it is my right to die for merlin

Merlin: guys i'm right here, i'm fine. Why are you pointing swords at eacn other?

Andred: because they’re idiots.

Andrea: I can concur

Lynn: CONQUUEEERRE

Fabron: we need to stop letting her hang out with Morgana.

#merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #bbcs merlin #merlin bbc #merlin incorrect quotes #incorrect merthur quotes #merlin oc #Andred ( the Gardner )#Fabron Wayland #Andrea Valerie #Lynn wayland

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chipinabag · 1 year ago

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What would have happened of hunith did talk about balinor to merlin growing up?

I don't know if someone has made this a fic, if so please comment or something. It doesn't even have to be merthur.

Would merlin grow to be hateful and want to seek revenge on the pendragons? And how will that go when he finds out he is destined to protect the son of the man who caused his father to leave them? Would it take longer to become friends with arthur? Would he get made Arthur's manservant, and not go?

Arthur is already curious of merlin, the man who sassed him even after he found out who he was, and basically tries to become merlin's friend. Like he doesn't know why he wants to become merlin's friend but he tries everything. Merlin is a stubborn person so he will put a mask of hating arthur but secretly wants to see how far arthur is willing to go to be his friend. All while he is saving Arthur's life... but like on accident. Like he stubbles on the bad guys plans and is like, well I'm already here.

I also would find it funny, even if it was out of character If uther sees his son trying to become merlin's friend and merlin is not having it. He's curious now and watches, "why doesn't gaius' nephew not want my son's friend?" "Gaius is my friend, gaius says his nephew is nice and has already become friends with morgana and her maid. Why not my son? Why does he look at me like that? He kinda looks at me like how morgana looks at me when she's mad at me... they look alike. Did I sleep with gaius' sister? No, I'm 100% sure of it. Why does he look familiar?"

So now uther asked arthur about his mission on becoming merlin's friend, and uses "he is gaius' nephew and his apprentice, he's going to be your physician if something where to happen to giaus. You must be friendly to the person who is handing your health.", as an excuse to know more about merlin.

At somepoint I feel like merlin learns that arthur is not his father and learns to tolerate him. But like if arthur brings up his father in any conversation, he just turns slightly treasonous. And when he has to be in the same room as uther he just ignores him and exclusively speaks to arthur. Uther gets slightly angry at this, and it has landed him a night in the dungeons a couple of times.

(Oh and like lancelot learns why merlin hates uther and also doesn't speak to uther. Idk what broken timeline im thinking of but i love this idea. The most friendly knight hating on one person.)

I don't where else this can go but if someone where to do something with this or something similar that would be cool. Tag me or something my ao3 is in my bio.

#merlin #merthur #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin x arthur #prince arthur #bbc merthur #uther pendragon #bbc gaius #bbc morgana

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captainkirkk · 2 years ago

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🦇🎃 WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP 🎃🦇

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Merlin

The Hunt for Red Emrys by darkbluedark

King Arthur sets out to keep his promise to the spirit of the Druid boy by repealing his father's ban on magic. Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, for reasons including but not limited to the following:

(1) He can't change the law until he understands magic better, but no sorcerer is willing to explain magic to him until he changes the law;

(2) The sorcerers all have some strange obsession with Merlin, which is awakening all sorts of feelings in Arthur that he really doesn't fancy examining too closely;

(3) He is starting to feel like the butt of some Druid-population-wide inside joke involving the mysterious phenomenon called Emrys; and

(4) Oh yeah, Morgana is still trying to kill him.

Thus he embarks on a journey of discovery, diplomacy, accountability, and self-improvement, and maybe even falls in love along the way.

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Kalego-sensei is...dead? by IcyPheonix

The Misfits come to school one day to discover that they have, a substitute teacher. They decide that this can only mean one thing; Kalego-sensei, has died.

He hasn't but that's not gonna stop them from pretending he has of course.

SVSSS

The Moon's Beloved Shadow by mofumofu

Shen Qingqiu is a man who hides his twin brother from the world with the ferocity of a phoenix-eyed mother crane.

Shen Yuan is a helpless transmigrator who wishes Airplane-bro had given even a single bit of backstory for this side character he's inhabiting!

Luo Binghe isn't doomed to face the Endless Abyss, but he is forced to confront something infinitely more frustrating: an overly protective brother.

Natsume Yuujinchou

What Colors Do You See In This Monochrome World by mermorgie.

Natori's voice brought him back to the present. "You alright there, Natsume?" The look the exorcist was giving him was warm and a tad concerned. Natsume gave him a small, but earnest smile. "I'm fine, Natori-san. Just a bit nervous." This was the truth. He had no idea why the head of the Matoba Clan invited him this time, but he was sure that the man was up to no good.

Or: Natsume gets invited to an exorcist meeting. He is not too happy about it, but at least the view is great.

Harry Potter

Three's Family by darkbluedark

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties.

(This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

“Just ask them questions only they would know the answer to,” Malfoy suggests.

“There’s not a single thing that I know about either of them from the first war that any old Death Eater couldn’t find out.”

“How is that possible?” Malfoy huffs. “He’s your father!”

“Am I or am I not famously an orphan?” Potter snarls.

Once More Unto The Boggart by darkbluedark

Professor Lupin let out his breath very slowly. “So this is why you think you’ve been struggling to make progress with the Patronus charm? Because a part of you wants to let the dementor close, in a way, in order to hear your parents?”

Harry nodded again, though more guiltily this time. “I want to let the boggart out, just once, and, er, not cast the charm."

Those Who Have Seen by darkbluedark

Only those who have seen death can see thestrals.

It turns out, thestrals look different for those who have seen Death.

#happy halloween!!#this isn't a spooky/halloween themed post #i'm just excited that it's halloween #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #hp recs #merlin recs #m!ik recs #ny recs #svsss recs

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thefollow-spot · 11 months ago

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Feinting

|| Morgana & Arthur ● G ● WC: 500 ● No Warnings ||

Summary: She hates him; it infuriates her that he looks sad: as if this isn’t his fault. // Written for @merlinmicrofic, for the prompt, 'You wouldn't'.

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It’s inevitable: Arthur will always seem a boy king; Morgana’s memories of his ungainly youth are too vivid. Years pile on them both—it doesn’t help. As he sits across from her cell, his robes bunch around him like a bleeding carnation, and he seems small.

“What if I set you free?” he says, at last. Morgana scoffs, then sees he’s not joking.

“…You wouldn’t be so foolish.”

“I might be,” Arthur says.

Today, he speaks to the space between his heels, bows his neck like he’s the one chained. Why he’s still trying is beyond her. Perhaps he’s just out of his depth—each time he makes this descent it becomes clearer. Chipped stone; stale air; Morgana loses track of the weeks.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already run out of inane conditions,” she says.

“Well, you won’t agree to any conditions, will you?”

Yes, she’s proud of that.

They meet eyes: he’s like sun-dappled leaves, like rich cloth. She can only imagine herself in his eyes: festering and deathlike. She hates him; it infuriates her that he looks sad: as if this isn’t his fault.

She spits, “I’m not Merlin.”

His face puckers. “What the hell does that mean, Morgana?”

She’s uninterested in being kept. Merlin: Arthur’s decorated hunting hound, whom she hasn’t seen since her capture—pleased to be a pet.

“With my freedom,” she says, glowering, “I would snap your neck and slaughter your queen in the courtyard.” Theatrical? Perhaps. But it’s the rhetoric she wants.

Arthur straightens like she’s tossed a gauntlet. They’re sparring in front of his father, and he’s got everything to prove. His face is flushed, trying hard to predict her flawless feints. Finally, he takes a gamble so smug that she wants to strike him across the face:

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t presume to know what I would or wouldn’t do.”

“It’s Guinevere.”

They stare at each other through bars, but he’s caught her. Gwen, perhaps, is the only one Morgana is certain she would spare. Down here: silence and cold. Once, rain leaked in and put her wrist-deep in water. Gwen stayed with her all evening. Waterlogged skirts, wrinkled fingertips. Of course, for her, Morgana’s resolve is an atrophied thing.

“I don’t understand,” Arthur’s voice is strange. “Don’t you want to come home?”

Last night, she wept for the first time in a year.

She keeps having this dream: where Gwen has kept her chambers all this time. They wait ready for her, with the sheets fresh and made. She won’t give Arthur the satisfaction of hearing this.

“What would you say?” A challenge. “The council won’t allow it. The people would riot.”

She remembers Arthur just before he matured, in the years when he and his insufferable friends would traipse around shouting, jumping to touch the tops of castle archways: impetuous, entitled. Absurd, and easy to love.

She thinks, What fool put a kingdom in that boy’s hands?

“I don’t know, Morgana,” Arthur says. “I don’t know what I would say.”

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Part 3 of No Verdict

Heyyy do y'all remember those two drabbles where Morgana is in the dungeons, and Gwen is visiting her? It's a series now 😎

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfiction #merlin fic #ynnealay #thefollow-spot #ynnealay's fic #merlin micro fic #merlin micro fic 2024

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 8 months ago

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Tickletober Day 29: Magic

Fandom: Merlin

Pairing: Merlin and Arthur (platonic)

Summary: Arthur is being a royal pain. Merlin uses magic to get him back.

"Merlin you clotpole, watch where you're going!"

The younger manservant righted himself. "Sorry."

Arthur rubbed his toes. "Do you purposefully go out of your way to ruin my hunting trips?"

Merlin shrugged. "Not particularly. Sort of an added bonus working with you."

Arthur straightened and gave him a shove. "Let's see how much of an added bonus it is when you're cleaning armor for the next month."

"All because I stepped on your toes?"

"No, because you're a useless manservant."

Merlin glared at the future king as he headed further into the woods, forcing the magician to follow. In a perfect world, he would be able to use his magic to mess with the prince. Yet, this wasn't a perfect world and Merlin wasn't allowed to use his magic.

Well, wasn't supposed to. That rule hadn't stopped him from using it before.

In fact, he had used it just this morning to fix Arthur's saddle. Now he just wished he had let the prince tumble.

"The deer are usually more visible this time of year," Arthur grumbled.

"Maybe your attitude is driving them all away," Merlin shot back.

"Or maybe your loud feet are driving them away."

"My feet are not loud."

"You sound like a horse clomping through the woods."

"Think that's the marbles clashing around in your head."

Arthur gave him another shove before stepping around a bush. "Or the elephants in yours."

"Why are you so bent on taking everything out on me?" Merlin hurried back to Arthur's side. "Did something happen with your father in court yesterday?"

Arthur turned. "No Merlin, nothing happened in court! Now would you kindly shut your mouth and stop yapping all the time."

The future king turned on his heel and started storming away again.

Merlin was forced to follow the royal pain through the thick underbrush. It wasn't like Arthur to be this upset over nothing. Something must have happened to make him so upset, Merlin just wasn't sure what.

And Arthur's temper wasn't getting any better the deeper they went on this hunting trip.

The hidden sorcerer tried to keep his mouth shut, but his curiosity pulled more out of his mouth. "If it wasn't the meeting, did something happen during training?"

"Nothing happened in training."

"Gwen?"

"No."

"Morgana?"

Arthur turned. "Merlin! Shut your yap."

"Oo, that's a violent reaction to Morgana."

The future king huffed before stomping away.

"What did she do to make you so mad?"

"Be her annoying self. What else is new?"

"But what did she do?"

At first, Arthur didn't want to say anything, but he finally did open up. "She's throwing a feast."

"That doesn't---."

"With a prince I've been a rivals with since birth."

Merlin sucked in a breath.

"Exactly. So please shut up will you?"

The young manservant really did try, but he didn't want to leave Arthur in a bad mood all day. That could lead to problems for others later on.

As he tried to think of a way to distract the irritating prince, a sneaky idea came to mind that Arthur had used against him just under a week ago.

Merlin let Arthur pull ahead so he wasn't in ear shot. He then trained his eyes on some nearby vines before whispering. His eyes flashed from blue to gold and the vines shot across the forest floor.

The vines caused Arthur to trip and stumble to the ground. Then another set of vines seemed to become "tangled" around his wrists, pinning the prince in place. "Merlin!"

The young manservant pretended to stand, acting "surprised" at the situation. "Sorry I missed thahat."

Arthur growled. "Get me out of this!"

"Alright, alright." Merlin smirked as he dropped his load.

As the future king struggled against the vines, he missed the smirk completely.

Meanwhile, the hidden sorcerer knelt beside the stuck prince. "Before I do, I think I'm owed some revenge."

Arthur didn't get the chance to ask what he meant before two sets of fingers wriggled into his exposed armpits, making him jump and grunt.

"Come on, let go of that stick up---."

"Merlin!" The future king managed to ground out.

"Don't want the whole world to know you're as ticklish as a girl?" Merlin replied, quoting exactly what Arthur had said to him when he had been in a similar situation.

To his credit, Arthur managed to hold back his laughter and only let out a few grunts or squeaks from the different attacks.

Merlin frowned as he tried to think of another place to try. It didn't help that Arthur got to wear armor and he hadn't.

However, his neck and ears were still exposed.

"Hm, wonder if these are ticklish," Merlin commented as he spidered behind the prince's ears.

Arthur let out a genuine squeal.

"Well, well, well, looks like the future king of Camelot has ticklish ears."

The prince buried his face into arms to try to save his dignity. However, Merlin could still hear the high pitched giggles escaping his mouth.

"Come on now Arthur." The young manservant traced the tops of his ears. "Squealing like a girl over something like tickling?"

"Shut uhup!"

"Can't. It's just too adorable."

Arthur desperately tried to get away while still keeping his face buried in his arms. He even pulled on his legs in the hopes he could kick off the annoying manservant attacking him. "Knock ihit ohoff!"

"Nope." Merlin attacked the prince's neck next. "I don't think I will."

The future king turtled deeply, his face becoming partially revealed in the process.

"Now I can hear your laughter much more clearly."

"Yohou clotpohole!"

As Arthur continued trying to get away, Merlin muttered under his breath. His eyes flashed from gold to blue and a feather appeared at his side. The young manservant picked it up. "What luck. A feather."

The prince's eyes snapped open. "Don't you dare!"

"I mean, it's already here."

"And you can leave it there or you will be in the stocks for a week!"

Merlin shrugged. "Not like I haven't been there before."

Arthur erupted into more high pitched laughter from one stupid feather. "Noho! Merlihin!"

"Hard to understand you with all that laughing."

"Ehenohugh!"

The young manservant took that as his cue to stop. He wanted to help Arthur get in a better mood by blowing off some steam, not annoy him even further. Another moment later and Merlin had the vines cut off of the prince. "Ahalrihight. Thehe vines are gone."

Arthur dramatically lay on the ground to catch his breath and energy while Merlin stepped back to recover the bags. "Look, you got to blow off some steam after everything and now, we can go hunting again."

Arthur gave no reply.

"Arthur?" Merlin turned. "Ar-oof!"

The prince tackled his manservant to the ground, smashing his face into the ground as he pinned him to the ground.

"Arthur, what are you doing!" The hidden sorcerer demanded as he tried to get out of the grip.

"You really think I'm going to let you embarrass me like that without getting any revenge?"

Merlin's eyes widened. "You got me last week!"

"And now I know exactly where to begin," Arthur replied as he dug into his manservant's sides.

Once again, the woods were filled with the sounds of laughter.

#merlin #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #ticklefic #tickletober 2024

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nuwanda24 · 8 months ago

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You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright

So I've seen a lot of time-travel fix-it stories and most of them involve either not all of the main cast remembering the events of the five seasons or them not talking to each other about it. And I always thought that, in case he remembered, Arthur wouldn't want to make his gravest mistake again - to not talk about things. He never talked, actually talked, to Merlin about all the times he went missing for a few days, about all the strange things that happened around him, he never talked to Morgana about her nightmares, about her fears, he never talked to Gwen about what they both want from their relationship, about Lancelot, her (enchanted) betrayal. He never talked to his knights or anyone for that matter in a way that would leave him emotionally vulnerable. Talking about things makes them real, and I always got the impression that Arthur isn't half as dense or unobservant as we think, but simply refuses to think deeper about certain matters because he knows that it might change things or that it might lead to him discovering truths that might force him to lose those he loves. Not talking and knowing makes things easier for the moment, but it's what ultimately lead to his death. So I thought that if he were sent back in time and remembered, he would talk to people about it, both about the years they've lived and lost, and about all the things he never addressed when he was still alive. And I think the most important thing to change the future is not talking to Merlin and letting him help and knowing what's going on so that Arthur can help him, but it is clearing the air with Morgana, rebuilding their broken bond and getting her back. And that first conversation between the two siblings just jumped me on a trainride a vew days back and I had to flesh it out, and here it is.

The Set-up of my little headcanon-AU is that Arthur wakes up in his room after he died, and things are off in his chambers. Things that he added after he ascended the throne are missing, things from his days as crown prince that he knows are broken are here again, the table is in the wrong corner, etc. And the cherry on top is that instead of Merlin, Morris comes in to wake him and tells him his schedule for the day, which include an inspection as head knight, the arrival of Lady Helen, a fitting for the celebration that it's been 20 years since the Great Dragon was captured, and a dinner with his father and Morgana. Confused, Arthur fakes to be ill and spends the rest of the day brooding, working out the time-travel thing and generally brooding about Merlin. He slowly realises all the times that man has saved his life, as well as some of the points in his life where he made the wrong choice and things turned out for the worse, especially in regards to Morgana. In the evening, he forces himself downstairs to the family dinner, where Morgana behaves very odd, making him suspect that she, too, remembers (Uther doesn't, or at least doesn't show anything). Desperately needing to have the talk with his sister that was years in the making, Arthur again feigns an illness to get out of the dinner and compose himself, before he heads over to Morgana's quarters. That's were this fic starts.

In case this attracts the attention of anyone who'd be interested in fleshing out this AU, please do so! I would love to write more, but I know that I'm not very good at staying on the ball and finishing long stories.

Arthur had stood before Morgana’s door, hand raised to know, for what felt like eternity. What was he even doing here? The last time they had seen each other he had been nearly dead and unable to response, and then he had watched as Merlin had run her through with Excalibur. What do you say to the sister you once loved, before she turned on you? Before you spent years trying to kill each other, and succeeded? And yet, he couldn’t walk away. He had to talk to her, no matter how painful the conversation might turn out to be. He wouldn’t risk losing her a second time. He didn’t think he’d be able to survive that kind of heartbreak. He hesitantly brought his hand down on the door, knocking softly. Once, twice.

“Come in.”

Arthur gently opened the door, only to remain close to it. Surprise hushed over Morgana’s face, followed by grief. She quickly turned around, evading his prodding gaze.

“What do you want, Arthur? I thought you were ill.”

“I came to talk.“

Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t speak.

“You were… different, this evening.”

“Different? You’re as eloquent as always, Arthur.”

She strode toward the window, getting as much space between them as her rooms allowed. Arthur pressed on.

“You were distant, reserved. You refused to meet my eye, still do. And if you did look at me - if I didn’t know better, I’d say it might have been grief in your eyes, and guilt.”

Morgana’s shoulders tensed further, yet she remained silent, gaze directed outside on the courtyard, while not registering anything at all.

“You know, I always thought of you as a sister. I know I wasn’t great in showing my affections, but I always hoped I’d be someone you could confide in. Someone you could trust. I certainly trusted you.”

Still, Morgana refused to face him or break her silence, or correct his past tense. It was confirmation enough for him. She remembered. So he decided to press on, to get those thoughts off his chest that had plagued him for the last years and refused to let him sleep.

“I know I failed in showing you that. I failed to protect you from father, I didn’t nearly stand up enough to Uther even when I knew he was wrong. I left you alone, frightened, facing fears and dangers I can’t ever imagine. In that, I betrayed your trust. You were battling with demons I can’t begin to comprehend, had to life in fear of the pyres for no other crime but simply existing.

But was it enough to justify what you did? Did my failures justify the death of hundreds of innocents, the safety and freedom of Camelot? Your quarrel was with me, and Uther, what gave you the right to pull our kingdom into it? Where did I fail so spectacularly that you’d rather turn to a woman you didn’t know, who only abused you for her own revenge, than to confide in me when you realised you had magic? What happened to the woman who scolded me for going hunting and trying to mend a broken heart with killing, that she was willing to do the very same?”

“She died the moment Merlin tried to kill me.” Morgana’s voice was full of pain and anger, of restricted hurt. Her eyes showed the same emotions as she finally turned around and met his gaze.

“I was scared, alone with my powers and no clue how to control them, and one of the only people I thought I could trust, who knew about my magic, who had promised to help me and to protect me, chose to poison me. I was innocent, back then. And yet he decided to kill me, instead of trying to find another way, or tell me what was wrong. I had trusted him, had trusted you, and you betrayed me, when I hadn’t even given you a reason for that. Morgause might have used me, but she was the only one who saw me as who I truly am, and didn’t back away. She still loved me, with all my failings. She was my sister, and Merlin killed her. And then he killed me.”

“And I am your brother and yet you tried to kill me. And in the end you succeeded. I died, Morgana, we both did. We died in a stupid war of our own making, that had cost us everything we ever loved or believed in. And Merlin did what he thought was right. You really think he’d have poisoned you if there had been another way, however slim the chance of success, to undo the curse? If you do you don’t know him at all. You were his friend as well as mine, as well as Gwen’s, and your betrayal hurt him as much as me. I can’t fault you for things out of your control, for your magic and for turning to the only person you felt save around, it’s true. But you can’t fault him for what he did to protect Camelot, to protect me.”

“You always defend him, don’t you? No matter what he has done, no matter how he lied to you. No matter that he killed me. He betrayed you as well as me.”

It took Arthur a moment to answer. She had struck a nerve. But he had come to terms with Merlin’s magic, in his last few days, in today’s brooding.

“I know about him now. And I can’t fault him for hiding that from me, either. All he ever did was for Camelot, and for me. I only hope that I get a chance to thank him, and to apologise. To repair the trust that was broken.”

They both knew he wasn’t only talking about Merlin.

“And if his actions towards you left you unable to ever trust him again, you are in your right. But I still want to try. I want to get the sister back I lost before I ever realised that I even had her.”

His words hung heavy between them. When Morgana spoke again, her voice was quiet and thick with tears.

“Why are we here again, Arthur? Is this some sort of cosmic joke, is this the goddess’ way of punishing us for our mistake, by forcing me to face every single one I ever hurt? By forcing me to live with my guilt? Didn’t we pay enough with dying?”

It was heartbreaking to see her like this. To realise that her face only mirrored his soul. They were both marred by their choices. They couldn’t go back to the young nobles they used to be in this time. But Arthur would be damned if he didn’t do his best to mend what was broken between them.

“Maybe this is a second chance. A gift, rather than a curse, to allow us to set things right. To find a way out of this never-ending war. I certainly hope so. And I know that I can’t achieve that on my own.”

“Why are you so calm? The Arthur I knew would have screamed, shouted, thrown goblets and insults, and me in the dungeons. If you remember as well as me, why do you ask me for help? Why do you even bother talking to me, why don’t you just go to Uther and tell him about my magic and get this over with? If you want to change the future, just let him kill me and you’ll stop everything I did from repeating itself!”

“Because you are my sister, Morgana, and I love you! Do you really think I would kill you? That I would let you burn? The Arthur you knew died as well as the Morgana I grew up with. And I died full of regrets, and the biggest one was that I failed to be a king that my friends felt like they could trust. Both you and Merlin were too afraid of me to tell me about your magic, to tell me about anything that was going on. And I think this is why everything went to hell in the first place. And now that I know, I want to be let in. I want to help you figure things out, to prevent you from turning, again. I missed you every single day, Morgana. Yes, there were times where I hated you for what you did. I don’t think I can ever fully forgive you for what you’ve done to Camelot. But I can’t live through losing you a second time, I simply can’t! Not when we have a chance to change things.”

He was crying now. To hell with Uther and all his comments that real men didn’t cry. He needed her to see the extent of his feelings, the sincerity of his request. Morgana’s resolve crumbled as well. She sunk down on the windowsill, staring into the night and letting the tears flow freely. For a long time neither of them spoke.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” The words were a whisper, barely audible over the still unspoken, screaming words between them. “I want to change, I want to undo all that I’ve done, but how? We both killed, and lied, and died. We fucking died, Arthur! In more ways than one, and I don’t even know if I still know how to live. If I even want to live. If I’m not already a monster, unable to crawl back to the light. How could I change the course of history when I can’t even look at myself in the mirror? When I don’t have it in me right now to trust you?”

“If you are a monster, then so am I. And relearning to live with ourselves will take time. If you want, we can start with a truce. No more secrets, no more lying. Trust takes time to build, but I want to be able to trust you again, For you to trust in me. If you are ready and willing to talk, come to me and I will be there. That is all I ask.”

His shoulders sagged at Morgana’s small answering nod. That was more than he could have hoped for. He sent her a small smile in return. “Good night, ‘Gana.” He left his sister’s chambers too fast to see the freshly dwelling tears at the old nick name, yet still slow enough to catch her feather soft “Good night, Arthur.”

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #king arthur #morgana #morgana pendragon #siblings #time travel

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keitorin3 · 5 months ago

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Rogue Arthur AU

I had this thought after watching Naruto, what if this Sorcerer or magical being shows up and because of some grudge or disrespectful act of Uthers, they reveal to everyone all of his secret baggage.

The secret of Morgana's heritage and Arthur's birth are revealed and both siblings are angry.

(Should mention this is before Morgause)

Merlin conflicted, doesn't know what to do. After hearing the truth, it made him angry to finally understand why all these deaths, the killing of magic occurred. It was not because of the act of Sorcery, but because of the foolishness of a man. One who did not think twice about the price for a life when he believes it would not affect him or others close by. (He knows it's a bit hypocritical of him consider the Nimue event, but he fixed it and learned to be more cautious with knowing the details of a deal.)

But even in his anger Merlin has one point of clarity, and that would always be his love for his friends, for Arthur.

When Arthur and Morgana moved to try and kill the King, not even the knights or councillors moved to stop them. Gaius tried to talk sense into them but him being the back man for Uther for years didn't earn him their ears, regardless of the years of care, he always stood by Uther.

But when Merlin stood before them, their friend and the only servant that would speak up at a noble regardless of the consequences, they paused for him.

Arthur: Merlin! Get out of the way! This has nothing to do with you!

Merlin: Oh, but it does! More then you know, but please listen to me. I know you both are angry and rightly so for what Uther has done and kept from you both. You're right to hate him.

Morgana: Then move aside Merlin, let us avenge all those this... this Tyrant has killed!

Arthur: Because of him my mother died when she did not need too, when she herself did not even know of what he did just for an heir! And when he got what he wanted, it wasn't worth it, and he couldn't even accept what he'd done and instead blamed others, blame magic and sorcerers for his own guilt!

Morgana: And even worst, he cheated on her. He had me when he was still very much married to his queen! He betrayed my Father Gorlois, and once I was born had my mother assassinated to keep the secret quiet! Why shouldn't we kill him for everything he's done!

Merlin: *Breaths* Because, there has already been enough blood spilt by Pendragon hands.

Merlin: Uther has already taken the lives of so many people, people who are scared and hiding, waiting, praying for better times, and a better place where they can stand in the light of day and not be afraid of who they are.

Morgana: Then-!

Merlin: Then what? We kill him and what would they see? More Pendragons killing their own father. What would they see but more blood and Pendragon on the throne. It won't be the end, even if you were to lift the Magic Ban, what about those that lived so long under Uther believing his propaganda? They wouldn't just go for it. They'll rebel because they'll see Magic as the reason you both killed Uther and it won't stop the misunderstanding. It'll grow, unless we stop the cycle of hatred!

Arthur & Morgana: ...

Merlin: You both are ten times the person Uther is. Don't let him win this battle by sharing his violence.

He basically used talk-no-jutsu to prevent his two friends from killing their sperm-donner, instead they sentenced him to the dungeons until they could figure out a better punishment.

But! In truly Uther fashion, the King would not stand for this act of "betrayal" from his own children.

He escapes with the aid of some still loyal councillors and older knights and tried to subdue Morgana and Arthur's faction and take back control of Camelot.

In the chaos and fighting, Merlin reveals his magic to save either Morgana or Arthur, shocking the two newly known siblings with his secret. In their distraction they didn't see the attack until it was too late.

Uther, witness to the same magic that saved his childrens life, became enraged and believing it was all cause of Merlin that his children fight against him (rejecting the facts previously made known and Merlin basically being the reason he's not a corpse, cause I can see him blaming others still) without further prompting, he came from behind the sorcerer and ran him through the heart.

Merlin dies and all hell breaks loose.

Arthur snaps.

In a fit of righteous rage and screaming heartbreak. He disarmed Uther, quite literally.

The old kings hand laid on the castle floor before he saw his sons eyes and truly feared. He and his allies flee Camelot.

Arthur screamed his fury at Uthers escape and much later after gathering Merlin's body and burying him alongside his mother, he vows to himself, that no more shall be taken from him. He promises himself that he will have Uthers head and avenge his Mother and Merlin.

With this, Arthur declares Morgana as Crown Princess and that he relinquishes the rights to the throne to her before leaving Camelot and hunting down Uther himself.

No one could stop him, not Gwen, not Gaius, not Morgana.

Only one could have, but they lay beneath the castle, never to raise again.

Or so they thought...

And that's it guys 😈✨ yup, leaving it here on a cliff hanger. I know, I'm evil 😆✨.

I'll continue this idea eventually, promise.

Until then, till next time fellow dreamers~✨

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mr-celestial-writings · 9 months ago

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru and Sumire? Thank you!

You got it, Anon! I hope Gender Neutral reader is okay!

Paring(s): Ann Takamaki, Makoto Nijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Sumire Yoshizawa x GN! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Spoilers for Persona 5, Spoilers for Persona 5 Royal

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Ann Takamaki:

She often brings you out on shopping dates. Even if you two don't by anything, it's the most common date.

Quality Time and Gift Giving are her love languages. I think the more she cares about you the more she wants to be around you. After all, we see her spend a lot of time with Shiho and Joker. And if you just so happen

If you two were together before Kamoshida's change of heart, you and Shiho were her supports. You stayed with her despite the rumors, and the Phantom Thieves absolutely gave you the shovel talk after they changed Kamoshida's heart.

I Think Ann would have Stern Boundaries. Especially after Kamoshida. She would not let you push them. She would also respect yours.

She is far from weak, she can fight her own battles. But if she see's you getting protective after she was cat called... Well just don't hurt 'em too bad, okay babe?

Has dragged you to photoshoots for moral support, will do it again.

Makoto Nijima:

The Queen (hehe) Of Study Dates. She wants you to be ready, and at the very best you can be. Can you fault her?

Words of Affirmation and Acts of service. Tied into her own Trauma. She hates feeling useless, she doesn't want that for you either.

I highly doubt you two were dating before the Phantom Thieves changed Kaneshiro's heart. She was too busy and obsessive with her task at the time, and she was trying to prove herself to be useful.

She has her boundaries, and she will not hesitate to enforce them. She will also encourage you to do the same.

She very much has told people off for catcalling her. She was even prepared to through a few punches. It's rare, though. You don't really feel worried.

Futaba Sakura:

Do you want to learn how to play video games and Featherman lore? No? Too damn bad because Futaba's idea of a date is plopping herself in your lap like Morgana A Cat and blab your ear off. You love it.

Quality Time is the way she expresses her love. She's still learning the world and how to manage with her social anxiety, and still coming out of her shell. For her, spending time together is how she goes.

Another person who you would not be in a relationship Pre-Palace. She would probably know about you though because you most likely hung out with Joker a lot.

She left you alone with Sojiro once for half an hour, when she came back you were nearly in tears and Sojiro was brewing Coffee. you learned that Sojiro does not fuck around when it comes to his daughter that day.

She has trouble communicating, so you gotta double check her boundaries. Actively make you you aren't crossing any lines because she will not tell you if you are.

She got catcalled once, and she just stood by as you beat the shit out of the guy. She cheered you on.

Haru Okumura:

Sweet Girl is still learning to navigate the world on her own, without her Father's influence. So you lead the charge on dates. You normally take her to cozy cafes and bookstores.

Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation are how Haru shows her love. She doesn't want you to feel unappreciated, especially with all you do for her.

You two wouldn't be dating before Okumura's Shutdown, but you two would be close friends! Probably her only friend away from her father's influence.

You didn't actively try and date her immediately after her father died, in fact you didn't even ask her out! It was about 2 months after what happened, and she asked you out. She giggled at your flustered expression as you stuttered out a yes.

You have beaten the shit out of her ex-fiance multiple times. He has tried to sue you, multiple times. Every Lawsuit falls through, for some reason.

You help her establish her boundaries. You respect them like you need to in order to breath.

Sumire Yoshizawa:

You love her for her. Kasumi, Sumire. You just love her. No amount of Maruki's powers will ever change that.

Your Dates would probable be random. No set schedule or theme. She'll just text you if you want to go out, and then you two would end up at the park somehow.

Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service. She just... needs to feel useful. She loves you and she wants you to never doubt that!

If you two were dating before the accident and before Maruki, you and Kasumi would have gotten along great! Cheering her on and helping her confidence. If you two started dating post accident and her becoming Kasumi, you would still love her after the reveal.

You have prepared to square up with any and all catcallers, Sumire has had to talk you down more times than she could count. She appreciates the thought, but she would rather not have her anchor sitting in jail.

You help her work through her problems and set up healthy boundaries. You also encourage her to talk through what she's feeling so you can better help her.

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#headcanon #persona #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #sumire yoshizawa #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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larluce · 1 year ago

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PARTE 1 , PARTE 2 , PARTE 3, PARTE 4 , PART5 (you're here) , PARTE 6

In "The Beginning of the End"

Morgana: Merlin! I need your help.

Merlin: (worried) What is it?

Morgana: Just come with me (brings Merlin to her chambers and shows him Mordred behind the screen)

Merlin: (Who's been ignoring Mordred's calls for help in his mind on purpose and still hates him to guts for what he did to Arthur in his timeline, trying to remain compose) That's... That's the druid boy.

Morgana: (Who did hear Mordred calls for help and helped him instead) He's injured. If we don't give him medical attention he'll die.

Merlin: (almost histerical) If Uther finds out you've been hiding the druid boy in your chambers you'll die! We'll all die! What were you thinking?!

Morgana: I couldn't just leave him! He's just a child! He's innocent!

Merlin: To Uther he's guilty.

Morgana: And to you he is? He has done no harm. His only crime is having magic. Do you think he deserves to be executed for that?

Merlin: ... No. Of course not.

Morgana: Then help me. Just tend his wound. Please. (puppy eyes)

Merlin: (Still full of resentment to Arthur's future murderer, but loving Morgana too much to deny her anything. Sighs) Alright.

...

Morgana: Arthur. To what do I owe this pleasure?

Arthur: (enters her chambers) Where is him?

Morgana: Who?

Arthur: I know you're hiding him Morgana.

Morgana: I don't know what you're talking about.

Arthur: Well, I need to search your chambers, kings orders. (starts searching)

Morgana: You will not do such a thing! Stop messing up my things!

Arthur: (opens the screen where Merlin and Mordred are hiding) So this is where you've been lazing around.

Merlin: Sorry 😅

Arthur: (To Morgana) You drag him into this, I can't believe you! Do you know the risk you're putting yourself in?

Morgana: Arthur, please! (putting herself between Arthur and Mordred) Don't turn him in. I beg you, he's just a child.

Arthur: (who resents Mordred, not really because he tried to kill him, that part just hurt him, but because Merlin had to make the deal with the sidhes and was turned into a tree due to what Mordred did in his timeline) I'm sorry I have no choice. I can hide your involvement in this. No harm will come to you or Merlin. Now step aside. (Morgana doesn't move) Morgana.

Morgana: You'll have to go throught me first!

Arthur: I'm trying to protect you.

Morgana: If you hand him over, I'll never forgive you.

Arthur: (Conflicted cause he still have mixed feelings about Mordred but doesn't want Morgana to hate him again. Looks at Merlin for answers, but Merlin's avoiding his eyes at all cost)...

Morgana: We can take him out of Camelot, back to his people. He'll be safe there and Uther will stop searching for him eventually.

Arthur: This is treason. If my father finds out-

Morgana: He won't. Not if you help us. Arthur, please. (puppy eyes)

Arthur: (sighs, giving up) We'll have to be careful. And I'm not doing this again, you hear me?

Morgana: (jumps happily and hugs him) Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're going to be a great king one day. I know it!

Arthur: Yeah, yeah whatever 🙄(but he smiles and hugs back)

Merlin: (touched by the scene and very proud of Arthur despite his feelings towards Mordred) I agree. You'll be the greatest king of all.

Arthur: (separating from Morgana's hug and extending his arms at Merlin to which Merlin just looks at him confused) So?

Merlin: So?

Arthur: Where's my gratitude hug?

Merlin: (shocked)... what? 😳

Morgana: (Who already knows something is going on) Oh, don't be shy (pushes Merlin towards Arthur)

Merlin: (wraps his arms around Arthur hesitantly, but Arthur presses Merlin to him instanly and Merlin melts in the hug)

Morgana: (thinking) Awww. Next time I'll just have Merlin seduce him into doing stuff. It'll work faster.

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty seven: Eternal Night, Eternal Knights (27/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Jim learns about Y/n and Morgana. The last battle begins. What’s going to take to save Arcadia?

Word count: 8026

Warnings: canon violence.

(Season 3 Episodes 12)

Song?:

Brother by Madds Buckley

I guess by Mitski

Daises by Chloe Ament

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The sun had come out but its light didn’t enter the Lake’s residence, not after the group hung thick fabrics in front of every window and filled every crack where the sunlight could threaten to touch.

The war consul met for its first and final meeting. Nervous faces plagued the Lake’s living room as the queakes grew closer like the worry in Arcadia’s defender’s chests.

“I’ve taken the liberty of constricting a rudimentary model of Arcadia” Blinky put the final piece on the table: a milk carton.

Y/n laid against the wall that was directly behind Blinky. From her place, she could see her father fuming, ready to jump at the troll’s face. She threw many warning glances to her father, trying to convey in one simple look “Please, for the love of god, let him finish before you scream”

“If we focus our defensive efforts here, then when the Gumm-Gumms attack…” Blinky stopped at Merlin’s mumbles, looking up at the wizard, his eyes twitching in irritation “Do you have something to say?” Blinky crossed his arms.

“This is a waste of time!” The wizard threw the model to the floor.

Y/n pulled herself from the wall and straightened her back.

“You broke the museum. You philistine!” Blinky screamed as he lifted the carton of milk from the floor.

“Our focus is not Arcadia, it is Trollmarket. If we destroy Morgana, we stop the Eternal Night” Merlin and Blinky walked around the table like two angry dogs waiting for the other to attack first “The trollhunter and I must venture into Trollmarket”

“While Gunmar and Angor Rot turn Arcadia into an all-you-can-eat buffet?” Screamed back Blinky.

“For having six eyes, you are very short sighted. Defeating Gunmar is pointless if Morgana is…”

“And defeating Morgana is still pointless if everyone in Arcadia is dead!” Blinky hit the table as a new queake started “I don’t know my own strength” he pulled back, convinced that the tremors were a consequence of his anger.

“That was the third tremor today” observed Strickler.

“At this rate, I fear the Eternal Night will be upon us within the hour” Merlin nervously scratched his beard.

“The battle of the bands is on. The square will be packed” warned Claire, the image of all her friends running through her head.

“Everyone in Arcadia is there” screamed Toby “Well, anyone who’s cool, at least” he lifted his brow.

“So not you?” Y/n smirked.

“Hey!”

“On the bright side, with everyone clustered, we know where the Gumm-Gumms will strike first” Merlin pointed out, ignoring the teenagers spat.

“How is that the bright side?” Claire screamed.

“Trollmarket will be deserted and Morgana will be unprotected” Y/n explained her father’s logic.

“Gunmar and Angor Rot are my fight” Jim walked down the stairs “First, we’ll do what we can to clear Arcadia Square. So no one gets hurt” he sentenced.

“Actually, there’s no “we” until the night falls” Blinky put his hand on Jim’s shoulder, remembering his new disadvantage “In your current form, sunlight will burn you as much as any of us trolls”

“Maybe Merlin can whip up some SPF on million?” Toby looked at the wizard.

“Uh” Merlin looked at Y/n.

“We’ll go with the children and put a stop to this battle of the bands” Nomura stepped up.

“Then am I to fight Morgana alone?”

“I’ll go with you” Y/n grabbed her father’s arms, laying her head on his bicep “Just like last time” she looked up at him smiling.

“No” he looked down at her frowning “Do you think I don’t know what you've been doing?” he lifted his brow.

Y/n let go of him, slowly stepping back. She felt her lips shake but her eyes didn’t shift.

“I…I don’t know what are you talking about” her voice didn’t shake.

“I may have been asleep for a thousand years, Y/n but I haven’t slowed down” he looked down at his daughter and with a look he disarmed her “I want you far away from Morgana” his voice going deep enough to reach her bones.

Y/n nodded.

“I’ll go. Keep safe” Aaarrrgghh broke the silence.

“Thank you, oh, very, very, big one” Merlin thanked Aaarrrgghh the way he spoke to Y/n when she was child.

Y/n felt tears brewing at the bottom of her throat. She shook her head. This was not the time to fall down to an old wound.

“The moment of truth is upon us all. With fortitude and bravery, we can end the threat posed by Morgana, Gunmar and Angor Rot for all time!” Blinky said.

“Oh, yeah!” Toby screamed.

—

Y/n hung her bag in her closet with the steadiest hand she had in a while. An old practice found her after a thousand years, she never knew why but before something big she would clean up her room. Before the battle of Killahead exploded she cleaned her whole room leaving a small bouquet of wild flowers by her bed. Maybe, young Y/n thought it would make it easier on the grievers, maybe it relaxed her before facing death. She still didn’t know.

“Knock, knock” Jim knocked on the open door.

“Hey, Jim” Y/n closed the door of the closet and turned to her brother “What’s up?”

“Are you…are you okay?”

Y/n frowned

“Of course” she smiled “Are you?”

“Yeah. It’s just…” Jim followed Y/n through her room “What happened with your…is weird calling Merlin your father” he chuckled.

Y/n laughed.

“You can call him Merlin” she opened her night stand and pulled out a hunting knife.

“Woah. That’s bigger than the usual one” Jim looked closer at the knife.

“This one is from Camelot” she pulled out the knife out of the sheath revealing a shiny blade with an ‘A’ engraved at the top.

“Whoa” Jim got distracted by the old relic “It’s really old”

“Hey! It’s not older than me” Y/n put back the knife in the sheath and hid it away in the waist of her pants.

“Well…” Jim laughed.

“Shut up” she laughed back.

Their laughter died down, staying in silence, in each other's company like they did many times before: on the couch laying next to each other while some movie played in the background, while Y/n played piano and Jim laid on the floor listening to the music, sitting in the dining table doing homework until late hours of the night, while Jim cooked and he swatted her hand away from the ingredients, they stood there face to face for what could be the last time.

“Jim” Y/n whispered, scared that death may find them in the darkness of her room “I know we can’t promise to each other to survive” she looked up to his eyes. Since the transformation, her brother was taller than her. She put her hand in his cheek “Promise me that if something happened to me you’ll remember I had a long life and you’ll take care of mom”

Jim shook his head.

“You’ll be okay” he grabbed her hand “We’ll all be okay”

“Yeah” Y/n smiled. She envied her little brother’s optimism even before facing a war with the deadliest wizard and the angriest troll he actually believed they all would be okay “but in case you’re wrong…”

“I’m not” he insisted “Is this about what Merlin said? Is this about Morgana?”

Y/n blinked a tear away.

“No. No” She hugged him “Jim, my father just…likes to make a spectacle out of his anger”

Y/n pulled away. She saw the nervousness in his brother’s face. He was unconvinced.

“I guess this is the worst and the best time ever, huh?” She sighed, graving Jim’s hands, guiding him to the bed “Merlin is mad at me because…because I never forsake Morgana like the rest of the world did”

Jim frowned.

“I know…I know Morgana is evil, Jim, but I know her, she wasn’t always like this” she felt like she’s been repeating this explanation so much throughout the century that it’s been tattooed to her throat “When I was a kid she was the only other female sorcerer that I knew and she was kind and beautiful. She would play with me and braid my hair and she would make magic something fun and something to be proud of. Not a chore or something shameful” Y/n laughed remembering running in the forest hand in hand with Morgana, little golden lights surrounding them. She dried away the tears that fell without her permission “She was my older sister and I’ve been grieving that Morgana. Not the one that hurt Claire or the one that is about to do all this” Y/n squeezed Jim’s hand and looked deep into his eyes “I’m not going to betray you. Please, tell me you believe me”

“I know you’re not going to betray me” Jim nodded, a little offended that Y/n would think he would think that “You’re my sister”

A sob escaped from Y/n throat. She threw herself into Jim's arms one last time.

“And you’re my little brother. Always. Human, troll, gnome” she pulled back “ I don’t care. You can’t run from my love.

“I don’t know if I want to be a gnome” Jim chuckled.

“I’ll ask NotEnrique to teach me how to speak gnome just to talk with you” Y/n kissed his forehead.

Y/n phone vibrated it, distracting the siblings from their talk.

Errand boy 💙:

Where are you??

“Shit” whispered Y/n putting her phone back in her pocket “I guess our sappy time is up”

“I’ll see you later” Jim smiled.

“I’ll see you later” Y/n nodded.

—

Y/n walked alone to Arcana Square. Each step made her question the possibility of everyone’s survival. Last time, Douxie and her came out alive at the price of Morgana’s life and a century without her father. What would this war take?

The square was packed. Y/n found Douxie’s blue hair amongst the crowd like a ship finds a lighthouse in the night. She pushed between the sea of dancing sweaty teenagers to get to him.

“Doux” she grabbed his arm before the sea could separate them.

“There you are” He smiled, grabbing her hand.

“Here I am” she kissed his cheek.

Y/n chuckled when she saw Douxie’s blood rush to his cheeks. For a moment, they were two teenagers on a date and not two soldiers about to embark on their second war. The music stopped dropping the weight of reality back to her.

She got close to his ear and whispered:

“Doux, I…”

“Good job, whatever that was” Señol Uhl said to the microphone.

Y/n shook her head, distracted by the teacher’s words.

“What is it?” he turned, their noses almost touching.

“I came to warn you” she got closer, pressing their bodies together “Morgana is bringing the Eternal Night now” she took the knife out of her pants.

“What? What about M…”

“Doesn’t matter” she didn’t let him finish. If he didn’t ask, she couldn’t lie to him “Promise me you’ll be safe” she put the knife in his hands.

Douxie frowned:

“What?” He looked down “Why are you giving me Lancelot’s knife?”

“Because I’m scared, Hisirdoux” Y/n voice shook like the queakes that had been shaking Arcadia “Please”

“It’s okay” Douxie held her cheek “We’ll be okay” With his other hand he took the knife “I’ll take the knife and I’ll give it back to you in the daylight”

Y/n nodded, no words could escape out of the knot of her throat.

Douxie gave her a reassuring smile and softly kissed her lips. The warmth of his love reminded her of the home that always had existed inside him, the memories that were safe with him.

The feedback of the microphone made them pull apart. Claire stood on the stage, armor on, ready to announce to Arcadia that the world they know doesn’t exist anymore.

Douxie whistled, making Y/n and Claire turn. He gave the teenager two thumbs up, trying to give her the courage to sign her siren song.

“Great work” Douxie pointed to the armor.

Y/n bit her lip, looking down.

“Uhm, hello. Can I have your attention?” Claire asked the confused crowd. “Look, I’ve got something to say. Something about this town. Listen to me. Something dangerous is coming. Strange things happen in our town”

“You didn’t prepare a speech, didn’t you?” Douxie chuckled.

“Uh uh” Y/n smiled at Claire’s brave attempt of convincing Arcadia of the unbelievable.

“Tonight, when night falls, you need to run”

“You need to run” Mary sang, starting to play their instruments.

“Oh god” Y/n whispered, covering her face when she saw Claire keep begging the audience while her friends innocently made it part of the show.

An explosion was heard from behind the audience. Y/n didn’t need her magic to know it came from the canal. She turned and saw a tornado of black fire musicalised by the terrified screams and incredulous gasps of the people of Arcadia. The torch had been lit. The war had begun.

Y/n couldn’t take her eyes away from the smoke. The amount of power used for the spell sent a chill up her spine. She felt like her ship had sunk at sea and was only capable of observing the fire from underneath the water. Her feet were glued to the floor, her instinct was screaming to let herself drown, to run and hide under rock until everything cleared but her reason knew better.

She squeezed Douxie's hand, hoping his voice was able to pull her from the sea.

“Let’s get everyone to safety” he said.

Y/n turned. He was ready. Not a drop of nervousness or fear traveled through his eyes.

She nodded, saying a final prayer before letting go of his hand, running to opposite sides of the fight. In that moment, Y/n decided to not think about anything other than the danger she had in front of her because if she started to think about her friends with a Gumm-Gumms’ blade to their necks, she would lose her mind faster than the trolls blade could cut her in half.

Y/n stood next to her friends in front of a wall of Gumm-Gumms that double their size and number.

“Oh my gosh. This is happening” Toby tightened the grip on his war hammer. The Gumm-Gumms hit the spears rhythmically against the floor announcing their strike “Not another flying truck!” The boy screamed when he saw the truck appear from behind the impenetrable wall of Gumm-Gumms.

With a quick movement of her wrist, Y/n, prepared her staff to return the truck to the troll that sent it.

“Jim!!” Claire’s scream made Y/n look up, never lowering her staff.

In the middle of the air, Jim cut the truck in half with ease before it could reach his friends in the ground.

The Gumm-Gumms lowered their spears, pointing them towards the trollhunter, slowly pushing forward, cornering the team against the empty stands.

“For glory!” Blinky’s battle cry brought forward the trolls from TrollMarket that were ready to fight for their home, giving the team the opportunity to escape the death trap the Gumm-Gumms had put them in and Y/n the opportunity to fight in Douxie’s direction.

She cutted and stabbed with the sharpest part of her staff, making a mental note to remind herself to sharp it back after the battle as she avoided the rain of stones that fell each time a Gumm-Gumm died.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the square until she found Douxie trying to catch his breath about to be speared by a Gumm-Gumm. She felt the adrenaline in her veins multiple, she could feel her brain work overtime as she jumped to the troll’s elbow and pushed the whole length of the staff until her hand touched the throat of the Gumm-Gumm. She stayed there as she felt the tremors of the creature collapsing under her, she wanted to observe the complete destruction of the one who dared to try to hurt Hisirdoux Casperan.

“Y/n?” Douxie catched her before the Gumm-Gumm completely collapsed on the ground “are you okay?”

She turned around, a frown on her face.

“Are you okay? He almost impales you” she pointed to the pile of rocks with the red gemstone of her staff.

Douxie flushed. He didn’t hear him coming.

“Thank goodness you were here, love” he pointed to another pile of rocks “That one punch me in the stomach”

“I swear they are bigger than last time” Y/n threw a rock to the Gumm-Gumm fighting one of the trolls from TrollMarket in the distance turning it into a pile of rocks instantly.

“Maybe” Douxie said, taking a Gumm-Gumm out with his guitar “Oh, fuzz..”

Y/n turned to Douxie. Claire’s friends were being cornered by a Gumm-Gumm. She started running but Douxie was faster, he jumped on top of the Gumm-Gumm throwing it to the ground and finally knocking it out with his guitar.

“I’ve always hated those twits” he grunted.

“Wow” Mary blushed.

“You all right, lovelies?” Douxie turned around, smiling.

The teenagers giggled.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Douxie’s charms with a small smile on her face. She moved her hand, hiding away her staff before climbing to the stage.

“Hey, girls” she turned to Douxie with a smirk on her face “Romeo. Let’s get out of here before more of these things find us” she jumped down.

Douxie tried to catch Y/n's eyes while they helped Darci and Mary climb down but he couldn’t. She was too on edge, or at least that’s what he told himself.

The four of them walked close to the stage when Douxie saw a part of the curtain laying on the ground making a tent.

“Here” he pointed out as he pulled away the fabric.

The four of them crouched down and sat on the floor.

“Where should we go?” Darci grabbed Y/n’s arm.

Y/n looked around the city. Everything was dark, infested by Gumm-Gumms. Running without a place in mind implied fighting and she couldn’t ask that of the girls.

“What about the library?” Y/n turned to Douxie.

“Is too far and I’m not sure how secure” Douxie pointed with his eyes to their new addition.

Y/n nodded, understanding both messages.

“Is too far and I can’t activate the barrier with them there”

“Aren’t you Jim’s sister? You should know what to do!” Mary screamed, grabbing Douxie’s bicep “Do you workout?” She asked, the terror long gone.

Douxie looked up to Y/n and lifted up his brow.

Y/n rolled her eyes and focused on keeping guard.

“This is not the time, Mary!” Darci almost screamed at her friend.

“Sorry…all I’m saying…”

At that moment, Y/n thought that the sound of Strickler’s wings were god’s trumpets as he opened the sky to receive her.

“Stay here” she ordered, running out of that tent of madness before Douxie could stop her. She took her two pinkies into her mouth and whistled to catch the attention of the flying changeling:

“Hey!”

“What are you doing?! Are you mad?!” Strickler screamed back.

“Meh!” She lifted her shoulders “Where do we take the civilians?”

“Careful, love!” Douxie warned, pointing to the Gumm-Gumm charging at her.

Y/n looked down and found the remains of another Gumm-Gumm. She lifted a rock and threw it to the head of the dead Gumm-Gumm’s friend. The Gumm-Gumm fell, hitting its head against a fire hydrant.

“You were saying?” She screamed back at the changeling.

Strickler blinked, impressed at the fighting abilities of Barbara’s older child.

“The school” he pointed.

“See you there” she ran back to the hiding spot before more Gumm-Gumms could singled her out.

Y/n crouched down to face two impressed faces and a proud one.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the school”

“That was impressive! How did you do that?” Mary screamed.

“Yeah! That was so cool! I mean your aim?” Daci screamed.

Y/n turned to Douxie for help.

He nodded, agreeing with the teenagers.

“Let’s go!” Y/n stood up.

“But school is the last place I wanna be” Mary winned.

“Let’s. Go” Y/n sentenced before starting to run on the ruins of Arcadia Oaks.

Y/n ran like a horse with blinders on. The only thing that mattered was getting Mary and Darci to school. She wanted to be useful, to help get down the amount of Gumm-Gumms running around but getting sidetracked wouldn’t help either.

“Y/n!” She heard Douxie’s scream.

She ripped her blinders, stopping in place and turning back to see Douxie fighting with a pack of shadow memphit half a block away.

“Shit” Y/n mumbled.

“Ew! What are those?” Mary stepped back even farther away.

“I’ll be alright! Keep going!” He screamed back, stepping on the creatures.

“Are you sure?” Y/n was ready to whip out her staff and be over with the situation.

“Yes!” Douxie screamed ever louder when he saw her wrist twitch “Go”

“Let’s go” Y/n nodded and resumed her running not before giving him a last reminder “Doux, burn them!”

The three of them kept running through the guttural growls of the Gumm-Gumms. Among those awful sounds, they heard two friendly voices:

“Darci! Mary! Y/n!” They heard Claire and Toby screams.

“Claire! Toby!” The teenagers ran to her friends. Seeing them gave them extra strength needed.

Y/n smiled. She could hear them talking but couldn’t understand them. Her heart was beating in her ears reminding her that she left Douxie behind.

A burst of wind pushed Y/n forward, pulling her out of her mind. She looked up confirming her fear. Stalklings were hunting around them.

“Stalklings!” Y/n warned but it was too late. Before she could finish her warning, the creature flew down, its claws open, ready to grab Darci and fly away into the night.

“Toby!” The girl cried.

“Darci” Toby ran behind the creature, using his war hammer to follow them into the sky.

Y/n, Claire and Mary stood there, looking at the sky, waiting for their friends to come back down, listening to the struggle beyond the sky. They stood there, hearing the creature screeching with no sight from them.

Toby’s giggles made the girls turn around, taking out the grief from their chest. Darci and Toby had escaped the stalkling without a scratch.

The group kept running, avoiding more Gumm-Gumms and monsters in their last lapse than in their whole journey to the school.

Y/n watched Mary and Darci being escorted by Toby to the safety of the walls of the school.

“Do you think they’ll be safe here?” Claire asked.

“I hope so” Y/n smiled “But I think your teachers have it covered” she chuckled at the teachers running around threatening creatures they didn’t understand how dangerous they were.

—

“Have you got everyone to safety?” Blinky ran to the trollhunters.

“Yep. The ones who couldn’t make it home are hiding at school” explained Claire.

“Why is the eclipse still here?” Toby looked up at the sky “Wasn’t Merlin supposed to have his magic back by now?” He turned back.

“I don’t feel his magic yet” Y/n looked in direction of the canal “Something must’ve happened”

“Where is that wizard?” Claire complained.

“Morgana probably had a million tricks ready for him. We…” Y/n turned back. In the distance she heard her brother’s screams “Jim!” she followed the painful screams. Her legs tired of running the length of the city, of avoiding death multiple times but not stopping once until they saw him.

“Jim!” Claire screamed.

On the roof of the museum, Gunmar stood on top of Jim’s chest, he had him under his blade, using his power to try to convert him into his first human Gumm-Gumm.

“We’re too late!” Toby screamed.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat, her hand slowly losing grip of her staff. For a moment, she imagined a world where Gunmar won, where she lost another sibling, where she couldn’t save her brother.

“In their darkest hour, I burn brightest!” A crimson light illuminated Jim, gaining back his strength, pushing Gunmar back by his sword.

Gunmar grunted, anger dripping out of his nostrils. He shook his head, trying to focus his strike through the rage. He repositioned his sword and changed once last time. Jim easily avoided Gunmar’s angry strike, hitting him while he was distracted.

“No” the troll looked down to the gash that went from his waist to his shoulder “It cannot be!”

“It is”

Blinky took a step forward. His eyes couldn’t believe what was happening. The long awaited end had finally come. His people could finally live in peace without having to fear another war coming. It was finally over.

Gunmar screamed, his body exploding into an expansive ball of light, destroying all the Gumm-Gumms that were still standing before finally becoming stone.

Jim looked into his dead eyes:

“For Draal” he kicked his corpse off the roof, finalizing the battle.

Jim observed the pile of rocks for a moment before jumping off the roof.

“Jim!” Claire jumped the pile of rocks that used to be Gunmar to jump into Jim’s arms.

“Ow! Careful. Sunburn” Jim hugged her back.

“You did it, Jimbo!” Toby screamed “Daylight went supernova”

“At long last, after centuries, Gunmar’s war is at an end” Blinky looked down at Gunmar’s remains, at the nightmare’s remains.

Y/n patted Blinky’s shoulder. She may not be a troll but she lived in Camelot, Gunmar had occupied enough time in her nightmares.

“And you, my dear boy, have ended it” Blinky shook Jim by the shoulders with a smile on his face.

“Um, not to be a total buzzkill, but why is the night still all eclipsey?” Toby interrupted.

Y/n pulled her eyes from the black sky towards the heavy footsteps coming their way. The grip on her staff tightened making her knuckles go white, her body still in high alert.

“Wingman!” Toby started to run towards the troll.

“Where’s my father?” Y/n walked closer to Aaarrrgghh.

“In trouble” he pointed to the sky “Morgana”

Y/n followed his finger. From the tornado of fire she saw Morgana flying down in her golden armor and green cape, just like the last time she saw her. Her laughter echoed around them, like a song trapped inside Y/n’s mind. She felt dizzy. She had to be dreaming, this has to be a nightmare but the world wouldn’t be so cruel? Right?

“But Merlin’s plan…” Blinky turned to Aaarrrgghh.

“Not work”

“Indeed”

The trollhunter team stood there, observing the sorcerer descending from the sky. Not knowing how to react.

“Don’t despair, weak ones. Your lives will soon be over” Morgana laughed, her palms charging with magic.

“She’s beautiful” Toby sighed.

Claire turned to Toby, giving him a nasty look.

“But totally evil” he frowned “Yeah, yeah, we have to stop her”

“Without Merlin, how can we?” Blinky asked.

Y/n felt the side eyes of the troll burning her cheek but she couldn’t do more than what she was doing: observing the impossible before her. She imagined talking to her dead sister through vessels but she never thought she would see her again.

“I…” no words escaped her.

“Merlin’s champion” with an elegant movement of her arms she moved the rocks that Gunmar’s body left behind, leaving the path to Jim clear “I have so looked forward to meeting you” she chuckled.

Y/n tried to move but her body didn’t seem to answer her. She wanted to run and protect Jim but her will was in shock just like her heart.

“And then killing you” she moved her hands again this time pushing everyone out the way except Jim and Y/n.

Jim pulled daylight, jumping to strike Morgana before she could do more harm. The wizard smiled at the trollhunter’s boldness. She barely moved her hand, tying him with a golden rope.

Jim fought against the trap that lifted him into the air and close to the wizard’s face but it was in vain.

“Good morning and…good night” she moved her finger, throwing Jim miles away where the eye couldn’t see.

Morgana sighed, turning her sight onto Y/n.

“I was hoping that this time we would be in the same side, sister”

“You’re alive” was all that Y/n could muster.

The wizard cocked her face, examining the confused girl in the ground.

“After all this time…” Y/n shook her head “You’re alive”

“Well, of course” Morgana got closer, her voice full of something Y/n couldn’t decode “Where did you think I was all those years?”

Y/n looked up, her eyes burning with all the tears that she had been spilling for a century:

“Dead”

“You help him imprison me” Morgana didn’t believe her.

“He said we were going to help you!” Y/n tried to clean the tears as they fell but she wasn’t fooling anyone “I thought I was getting my sister back after the battle”

Morgana laughed, pulling back.

“Morgana” Y/n said, her voice soft.

The wizard disappeared into the distance, where the eye couldn’t see.

Y/n shook her head, trying to not lose the hurt she was feeling. She lifted her staff and used the dagger that Morgana had left on her heart to make a portal to find Jim. Her first attempt failed. Her hand was too shaky to mold the shadows.

“Fuzzbucket” she cursed, throwing a car a couple blocks away “Focus, Y/n, these are your friends”

Y/n took a deep breath, carefully lifting her staff back up. Her mind replayed her conversation with Morgana, her father treating her like a child in front of everyone, the hurt the curse did to Douxie, the amount of pressure that was put on Jim.

This time, the shadow bended at her will. Y/n crossed the portal but it was late. Morgana had everyone tied up with her magic.

“I showed your friends mercy, trollhunter, so they can watch you die” Morgana threw Jim around the pavement as his friends helplessly watched.

“Morgana!” Y/n grabbed the golden rope that tied the wizard and Jim together and cut it with her staff “he is just a boy!”

Morgana lifted her brows as she watched the younger wizard kneel next to the trollhunter.

“For the love I have for you, I won’t hurt you, Y/n but do not intervene” Morgana frowned. She moved her fingers returning the trollhunter to a painful tie and gently pushed Y/n to the side, immobilizing her hands.

“Morgana, please don’t” Y/n screamed, fighting with the rope.

“Pale lady!” Angor Rot scream stopped all pleas.

Morgana turned:

“My champion! On time for the grand finale” she moved to the side to reveal what she had accomplish “Here. For your efforts” she pointed to Jim “I give you the honor of finishing him”

Angor Rot ran, dagger in hand, ready to strike but when the moment came, he didn’t stab Jim, he punched Morgana, almost throwing her out the bridge.

“Witch! I am no one’s pawn!”

“You! What did you tell him?” She stood up, throwing Jim against one of the pillars.

“The boy reminded me who I fight for”

“You fight for me!” Morgana screamed, attacking him with her magic.

“This is the end” Angor Rot growled, avoiding Morgana’s attack.

Everything happened so fast. One moment, Y/n was still processing Morgana’s rebirth, the next, she’s standing in front of her strike, wishing that heaven looks like the forests in Camelot.

Morgana’s ties had always burned. Y/n had always been too weak to break them when her sister didn't want her to break them but when she saw the movement of her hands, when she heard the serious proportion of death, Morgana’s rope broke like cotton.

“Y/n!” She heard her friend’s desperate calls as her body hit the cold cement. She left her eyes closed, her body was too tired to keep fighting.

“Y/n?” A soft voice called.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight coming through the tree caressed her body, nurturing it from the outside in. Here, there was no pain, no tiredness, no war.

She smiled at the familiar tree filled sky. She turned her head and saw the familiar purple flowers that she knew so much. Maybe her wish was granted. She sat up, picking up a flower and taking it to her nose, the smell pulling her into a hug like a greeting from an old friend.

“Little Y/n, you are far away from home”

Y/n stood up, her hand calling for her staff that wasn’t there. She turned back to the place where the voice was calling. Y/n blinked a couple times thinking her eyes were deceiving her. Standing just a couple steps away from her was someone she thought long gone.

“Queen Guinevere?” Y/n frowned.

“It’s been a long time” Guinevere walked up to Y/n.

Y/n gasped, her knees buckling into bow when she saw the Queen’s unmistakable green eyes.

“There is no need for that here” Guinevere lifted Y/n from the ground, pulling a leaf out of the girl’s hair.

“What?” Y/n looked around “Aren’t we in Camelot?”

Guinevere chuckled:

“Yes, but I’m no Queen here. I’m just…Gwen” she smiled.

“Gwen” Y/n repeated, the name foreign in her mouth “Am I…?”

“Not yet” Guinevere locked their arms together and started walking “You were injured”

The memories of the battle came back in flashes: the fight with Morgana, Angor Rot helping them, Angor Rot dying, Jim jumping in front of Morgana’s strike but Y/n being faster and then, the trees.

“I remember… Morgana…” Y/n stopped “I have to save them”

“From what?” Guinevere had no urgency in her voice.

“From Morgana. I have to help her too”

Guinevere shook her head.

“You can’t help everyone, Y/n” Guinevere smiled “Sometimes, people have to grow on their own”

“But they are kids and Morgana…Morgana is hurting” Y/n frowned “I thought you would understand”

“Is their destiny. You can’t fight with destiny” Guinevere explained, her voice soft like velvet.

“I don’t accept it!” Y/n closed her fists.

“Destiny does not need or want your permission”

Y/n let the tears fall freely. She knew this but she couldn’t accept it. Not for her family. Not this cruel destiny.

“I can help my brother and his friends survive. I can help Morgana change” she pleaded.

Guinevere shook her head.

“You can help your friends but you cannot change Morgana, you can only love her”

“Why?” She cried “She deserves better”

Guinevere smiled, looking at a butterfly passing by.

“Yes, she did” the woman cleaned the tears from the girl’s eyes “but, sometimes, life isn’t about deserving”

Y/n looked up at Guinevere, she looked so young. In her eyes, she could see all the unlived life shining through. If someone could understand fairness maybe it was her.

“So, I should let her rot in her anger?” Y/n wasn’t angry at Guinevere, she was mad at the world.

“No. You keep loving the person you knew” Guinevere turned to the side.

Y/n noticed the creek flowing next to them. The creek where Douxie and her would tempt luck one too many times, the creek where they decided to abandon Camelot before the kingdom fell years later. Across it, amongst the darkness of the trees she saw a figure walking towards them and this time, she didn’t call her staff.

“Morgana” Y/n whispered when the woman put her feet in the creek. She walked through the creek, the violent current of the water did not disturb her.

“Birdie!” Morgana engulfed her in a hug, no shadow in her voice.

“Sister” Y/n cried, her nails digging in Morgana’s corset “I’m sorry…I’m sorry”

“No…no” Morgana pulled back with a smile, the smile that Y/n remembered, grabbing Y/n’s cheeks “Don’t apologize”

“They want to kill you” Y/n sobbed “Maybe I can save you”

Morgana shook her head.

“Let them”

“No” Y/n hid her face in Morgana’s neck “I don’t want to lose you”

“I’m not gone just because you cannot see me” Morgana brushed Y/n’s hair with her fingers “I will be in the other side of the creek”

Y/n pulled back, her puffy eyes full of confusion.

“It’s time for me to go, Birdie” Morgana tiredly sighed “I haven’t been myself in awhile”

Y/n looked to the other side of the creek. The forest grew thicker, darker but the longer she saw it, the more she wanted to go.

“Y/n?! What happened?!” She heard the echoes of her father’s desperate screams.

“You have to go back” Guinevere put her hand on Y/n’s back “Your friends still need you”

Y/n nodded.

“Thank you for your words, Gwen. It was nice seeing you again” Y/n hugged the woman.

“You have grown into a beautiful woman, Y/n” Guinevere hugged back.

Y/n turned to Morgana, her heart turning into itself knowing it was the last time it was going to see her again.

“I’ll miss you all my life, sister” Y/n wanted to disappear in Morgana’s arms but she knew she couldn’t.

“Then, I hope you’ll miss me for a long time” Morgana chuckled, squeezing Y/n tight “I wish that Hisirdoux and you live a long and happy life. After that, you can come back to me. We have all eternity to be together”

Y/n chuckled.

“I love you, sister” Morgana said into Y/n’s hair.

“I love you too” Y/n pulled back.

Guinevere stretched her hand and Morgana took it. The ground started to shake, throwing Y/n to the ground but it didn’t seem to bother the older women. Morgana stopped in the middle of the creek and observed Guinevere disappearing into the forest. The ground shook once more, throwing the trees around Y/n to ground.

“Morgana!” Y/n screamed, stretching her hand, trying to reach the woman in the creek.

Y/n woke up, gasping for air. Her chest felt like one of the trees had fallen on it.

“Birdie, are you alright?” Y/n felt the familiar callous hand that had brought her to life brushing away the hair from her face.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the new bright light. Between the blurriness she recognised the crystalline blue eyes watching her, the eyes that had followed her all her life.

“Mmmh” she lifted her heavy hand and grabbed her father’s wrist, pushing his hand against her cheek

“You’re alive” Merlin sighed in relief.

Y/n wasn’t sure but she thought she saw a tear fall from her father’s eye.

“I think so” she looked down at her chest with a teasing smile.

“Y/n!” Jim crawled closer.

“Jim” Y/n sat up, pulling her brother into a hug.

“You scared me” Jim pulled back.

“I told you I’ll see you later, didn’t I?” Y/n stood up.

“Don’t ever pass out again, okay?” Toby hugged her back.

“I don’t think I can promise that” she chuckled.

“Just do it” Toby insisted.

Claire rolled her eyes in complicity.

“Fine” she smiled.

The boy let go of her.

“I promise”

“The eternal night is finally over” Blinky watched the ruins of the entrance of TrollMarket.

“Heartstone gone” Aaarrrgghh closed his eyes.

“In Deya’s name…” they prayed for the place they once called home.

“Then we’ll need to find a new heartstone out there” Jim walked up to them, putting a hand on their shoulders.

“I’ve heard tell of a heartstone in a place called New Jersey” Merlin said.

The trolls turned at the news of a new home.

“Well make preparations and gather what we can from TrollMarket” Blinky nodded.

“We live at nightfall” Jim said.

The night came faster than everyone expected. There wasn’t enough time to say goodbye. There never will be. Y/n spent the afternoon reminding her soul that nobody died, that this goodbye was not permanent, a new concept for the inmortal. When the sun started to fall down and her soul started to relax, a new thought crawled her way up to the top in her lists of anxieties: staying behind.

She paced her room, the nail on her thumb almost gone as she thought about how she would tell her father she wanted to stay.

“You seem nervous” Merlin entered Y/n’s room.

“I’m not going with you” Y/n stopped, the thought escaping her mouth before she could think of an excuse “I…I didn’t mean it like that” she turned to the door where her father was standing “I’m sorry…I…”

“It’s alright” Merlin chuckled.

“What?” Y/n frowned. She was sure her father would want her by his side like he always did.

“Y/n, you’re a woman now” Merlin walked around Y/n’s room observing the pieces of a life he wished he could have shared with his daughter “I should've realized that before. It’s time for you to grow on your own”

Y/n swallow the confusion from her throat.

Merlin stopped in front of Y/n and grabbed her shoulders

“Whatever you choose would be alright with me”

“You must be spending a lot of time with Barbara” she smiled, burying herself in her father’s arms “Don’t disappear for too long”

“I won’t” Merlin kissed his daughter’s head, pulling back to see her eyes.

“Besides, someone has to make sure Douxie gets his staff” Y/n joked, unable to hold her father’s gaze for too long.

Merlin rolled his eyes.

“Make sure that boy doesn’t burn the city” he walked away, stopping at the door “and, Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Not a word of this to Hisirdoux”

She nodded, the secret now weighing heavy on her chest.

—

Merlin watched as Y/n hugged her mother at the edge of a shattered Arcadia Oaks. Barbara had made her part by staying in the safety of the hospital, aiding the wounded.

The clanking of metal made them turn back.

“Hey!” Jim walked out of the woods with a smile, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh walking alongside him.

Barbara walked to Jim, tears filling her eyes.

“I promised I’d never leave you” Jim looked down.

“Honey” Barbara grabbed his cheeks, lifting up his face “I knew this day would come. I just…never knew when” she smiled.

Jim pulled his mother into a hug.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for” Barbara let the silent tears fall “Just call often. Every day. Twice. Text. Now and then?”

“Of course, mom. I love you” Jim chuckled

“Not more than I love you, kiddo” Barbara squeezed tighter.

Jim looked up, seeing her sister observing the scene teary eyed. He lifted his hand knowing that Y/n would run to take it, pulling her into the hug.

“I’ll miss you, Jim” she said “Please don’t get an accent”

“I’ll miss you too” Jim laughed.

“Are you ready, Master Jim?” Blinky walked up to them.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” Jim answered, dissolving the hug.

“I don’t know what tomorrow brings but with our trollhunter by our side, I don't fear it either” Blinky looked at Barbara.

“I really appreciate that, Mr. Blinky” Barbara smiled.

The grass rustled making Jim turn, relaxed as he was sure, the worst was behind them.

“Claire,” he frowned “I can’t ask you to…”

“You didn’t ask” Claire walked up to him.

“She has enough credits to graduate early” Claire’s mom explained “We’re treating this like some time abroad”

“As long as she comes back soon” Claire’s father frowned, pointing at Jim with his finger as if after all the darkness Jim has seen he could be a danger to him.

Jim laughed, relieved that he could have Claire by his side.

Y/n heard the familiar flutter announcing the changeling’s presence. Strickler flew down with NotEnrique in his arms.

“Good luck, young Atlas” he nodded.

Jim smiled before starting his pilgrimage to New Jersey.

“Wait! Wait for me!” Toby’s screams made everyone stop in their tracks. The boy ran until he got to his best friend's side “Whew!”

“I thought that one was staying with you” Merlin whispered in Y/n’s ear.

“Dunno” Y/n shook her head in confusion.

Toby kneeled down trying to recover his breath “Boy, these goodbyes are tough, you know. Nana wanted me to take Mr. Meow Meow P.I., but he does not travel well” his smile dying when he noticed no one was following his enthusiasm “What?”

“Tobes…”Jim sighed “You have to stay”

“What?! You’re going on a quest. I love quests. We go everywhere together”

Jim grabbed Toby’s shoulder:

“I’m hurt. Claire lost her shadow staff. You are the only one who can protect Arcadia”

“Did you tell everyone that Doux and I are bad at our jobs?” Y/n whispered, a smile cutting across her tired face.

“I think they can realize it for themselves” Merlin chuckled.

“No, Wingman” Aaarrrgghh took a step forward “I help. I stay”

“So, you’re staying with me…and you’re leaving?” Toby cocked his head.

“But we’ll be back. Someday”

“You better” Toby engulfed Jim and Claire into a hug.

“And then, we'll get tacos” Jim said into the hug.

“And enchiladas” Claire added.

Y/n turned to Merlin

“Father”

“Hmmm” Merlin looked down at her daughter.

“I wanted to give you this…before you leave” Y/n pulled an old cell phone from her pants “It’s my backup phone. Jim said he’ll help you to text and call” she smiled at the idea of her father having to text “It’s faster than letters”

Merlin smiled

“Thank you” he picked up the device, unsure how to grab it.

“Be careful they’re weirdly fragile, well nowadays” she shook her head, trying not to enter in a weird rant about phones “I put my number in. When you get a “letter” from me it’ll say Birdie”

“I’ll wait for your letters” Merlin patted Y/n’s head.

“Keep Arcadia safe” Jim said “You’re its only trollhunters now” he got closer and whispered “and keep an eye on Y/n. She wanted to stay here and I think something is going on”

Toby nodded.

“I heard that!” Y/n walked to Toby, jokingly punching his arm.

—

Y/n sat in the quietness of her room and waited for her mother to fall asleep. She slowly opened the window so the rail wouldn’t squeak, she jumped out her room into a small pile of dirt that would soften the blow. A routine that she had done before in a world where Merlin was just a legend and trolls was something you would see on tv.

She walked the destroyed streets of Arcadia. Tonight, not even the moon dared to leave the safety of her house, only Y/n.

She climbed the stairs thinking of one thing: Hisirdoux. Douxie’s apartment was dark like Arcadia’s streets. Y/n took off her jacket and hung it by the door along with Douxie’s coats, she kicked off her shoes and walked to the bedroom in her snoopy socks.

“Hey, kids” She petted the cats cuddling on top of the dresser as she walked to the bed.

Y/n pulled the covers away, sitting on Douxie’s bed. Douxie getting pulled by the movement on the bed, his sleeping mind knowing the routine by heart.

She finally laid down, her lungs breathing normally once her head hit the pillow.

“Hhhm…Y/n?” Douxie's arms surrounded her, pulling closer to him.

“Goodnight, Doux” she turned to him, hugging him back.

“I’m glad you’re alright” he whispered into her head.

“War is over, Doux” she kissed his collarbone “Let’s sleep”

A/n: and that was the last chapter of Trollhunters!! I’ll see you in Wizards!!

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