#you want to kill them for what they did to you or rather what your circumstances made you do to each other

[pillowspace]

Could you share more about your modern no loops au?

Oh, I'd love to!!!! So I have a 10k word draft currently. Haven't touched it since December because I've been writing other things, but I'd like to return to it when I'm done. I didn't actually know what I was writing until I started. I decided to go for the first line I could think of, which was:

So I had to build an AU off of that from that point onward.

It's a bit of a "post-canon" setting in a sense, except neither Siffrin nor Loop have met the party yet, and the two live together in an apartment. At some point, Loop's attacked, and they begin to bleed out in an alleyway. Odile catches sight of them and rushes to help. They appreciate her efforts, but they die anyway.

They've died plenty of times before though...! So they wake back up. They still have the stranger's coat from when she was trying to help, so they hide within it and head back home, feeling bad for having likely traumatized a random person with the sight of them dying.

A few months go by after this though, and Odile stumbles upon Loop at the library. Loop doesn't recognize her at first, but Odile recognizes THEM, and proceeds to accidentally corner them which freaks Loop out.

Odile, a complete stranger, instantly wants to know everything about Loop. How their life has gone, how they're alive, etc. So Loop decides that they DON'T LIKE ODILE, but that they'll at least find the time to bring her coat back to her to repay the favour of when they had died.

After Loop returns home, Siffrin reveals to Loop that he's... worried about them. Loop's been entirely dependent on him the entire time, and he thinks that they should have friends. Loop denies needing anyone but them, all the while struggling with bottled up trauma they want to talk about but are unwilling to go to Siffrin for.

This sticks to Loop though. Next time they see Odile at the library, they get to talk to her now a bit less freaked out, and return her coat to her. (This isn't art directly of the fic but I did draw this after writing Loop returning the coat). She reveals some of her curiosities about Loop, and although Loop still doesn't want to answer, they're curious what she means by the word "explore."

Loop makes a bit of a mistake though. They accidentally give Siffrin the impression that they're friends with Odile now, and Siffrin's happy for them!

Loop doesn't want to correct them though, so instead accidentally snaps at them for pestering them for the details on this totally real friendship.

There's a lot of hints scattered throughout the fic of Loop having very bad trauma. A large star-shaped scar on their chest. Implications that they're very familiar with Siffrin's blood. Having nightmares and waking up feeling like they have to kill Siffrin. Being so used to panicking whenever they wake up without Siffrin being there that they already know how to try and calm themself down.

I haven't gotten to writing the interview itself yet, but I want for Loop and Odile to actually start to become friends. I want for Loop to finally agree to an interview. And perhaps in an Interview with the Vampire (2022) style of things, start off completely contradictory and rewrite how it all started based on their own outbursts of emotions. Odile would catch onto this though, and get them to stick to the truth or not answer at all.

And thus, through much trial and error, Loop would eventually tell the story of meeting King. A nice man who Loop had once been friends with (it takes a LOT to pry that out of Loop), before they were ever Loop, but rather Siffrin. Loop would talk about how they had grown close over being from the same forgotten country, but that they'd come to learn that King had... other motives in wanting to get close to another Islander.

King had been studying something called Wish Craft.

King wanted to immortalize the Island's memory. Or at least, the memory that something existed from it. Perhaps somehow, some way, King could use Wish Craft to make things right again.

So what better way to try than to immortalize Loop?

Loop was betrayed and made to be a personal test subject. They weren't the first person to be a test subject, but they were the first success to survive it. Loop died very frequently those days, and after a long enough time, they reached a breaking point. They didn't want to suffer alone!! They wanted company!!! They wanted Help!!!!

Which tore Loop's strength out of them to create Siffrin.

Loop cannot regret Siffrin. But they regretted it at the time, as the experiments... lessened... on Loop, while the focus instead shifted onto Siffrin. The two were all each other had, so it pained Loop to have their burden fall onto him. Another regret was that Loop had become significantly weaker after Siffrin came to be, giving them less of a chance to fight back and escape. Loop was very protective of Siffrin, all the while wondering if they should just permanently kill him to get their strength back and escape. Towards the end, they almost went through with it.

They didn't though. The two eventually escaped together, sticking close to each other and occasionally moving from town to town while keeping their past secret.

I imagine that Loop will need... a lot of time and effort to tell Odile about all that though. They're very hesitant to even tell her that Siffrin exists, still wary about trusting her.

So between interviews, Loop and Odile just hang out, and Loop will come home to Siffrin who continues to live his own life. Loop will find themself healing just as Siffrin manages to.

If I do finish this fic, I would like for Loop and Siffrin to wind up friends with the whole party in it.

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PETERS SECRET— peter parker x stark! reader

WARNINGS: implied sex

Tony Stark prided himself on being an intelligent man. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist—he had a lot of titles. But clairvoyant? Yeah, not one of them.

So when he found a box of condoms in Peter Parker’s backpack while rummaging for a piece of Stark tech the kid had borrowed, he did what any reasonable father figure would do.

He sighed, put them back, and pretended he didn’t see a thing.

Peter was a good kid. He had a life outside of the Avengers, and Tony wasn’t about to metal in his dating life. The kid was responsible, respectful, and, more importantly, not some playboy running around breaking hearts.

So Tony let it go.

That was his first mistake.

His second mistake?

Not checking who, exactly, Peter was dating.

Which led to his third and worst mistake—walking into his daughter’s room one afternoon, completely unannounced, only to find her tangled under the sheets with none other than Peter freaking Parker.

For a full three seconds, there was nothing but dead silence.

Then—“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” Tony’s voice boomed, making both of you jolt.

“OH MY GOD—DAD!” You frantically scrambled for the blanket, yanking it higher over yourself while Peter nearly fell off the bed in his attempt to escape.

“Mr. Stark—SIR—this isn’t what it looks like!” Peter blurted, eyes wide in terror.

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Oh? Because it looks like you were about two seconds away from defiling my daughter in my own house!”

“No, no, no, sir, I would never defile her!” Peter waved his hands frantically before realizing how bad that sounded. “I mean—I would—I mean, not in a bad way—I mean—”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Peter, stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he squeaked.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply through his nostrils like he was physically holding back an aneurysm. “Parker.”

“Sir?” Peter swallowed hard.

Tony pointed a deadly finger at him. “I let it slide when I found condoms in your backpack. I told myself, ‘You know what? The kid’s growing up, he’s responsible, I don’t need to know who he’s seeing.’ But now—” He let out a humorless chuckle. “Now I know. And I do need to know. Because I am two seconds away from throwing you out the damn window.”

Peter paled. “I—um—I can survive that, but I’d really rather not.”

You groaned again. “Dad, please—”

“Please what? Let you two get back to whatever this is? Hell no!” Tony crossed his arms. “I trusted you, Parker.”

Peter looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole. “I—um—I still want to be trusted?”

Tony scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I trusted Steve too, and you know what happened? He ran off with my murderous ex-friend and hid my parents’ killer from me.”

Peter blinked. “That… that seems like a separate issue, sir.”

“Oh, so now you’re giving me therapy, Spider-Boy?”

“Okay—both of you, stop,” you cut in, grabbing the blanket more securely around yourself. “Dad, I get it. You’re mad. But we’re both adults.”

“You’re nineteen.”

“And legally an adult!”

“Not in my damn house!”

Peter slowly raised a hand. “Mr. Stark, sir, if it helps, I love her.”

Tony snapped his head toward Peter so fast that Peter actually flinched.

“Love?” Tony repeated, like the word offended him on a personal level. “Kid, if you really love her, you wouldn’t be rolling around under the sheets while I’m in the house!”

You groaned. “We weren’t even—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Peter frantically nodded. “I won’t! Sir, I swear, I respect her! More than anything!”

Tony exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before muttering, “You know what? I need a drink.” He turned, making his way toward the door before pausing.

Then, without looking back, he said, “Peter.”

Peter stiffened. “Sir?”

Tony glanced over his shoulder, his expression as serious as a heart attack. “If I ever catch you in her bed again, I will build a suit specifically designed to kill you.”

Peter audibly gulped. “Understood, sir.”

With that, Tony left, slamming the door behind him.

Silence fell over the room.

Then, Peter slowly turned to you. “So… do you think I should start writing my will?”

You sighed, collapsing back onto the pillows. “I’ll help you draft it tomorrow.”

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Home (you) | Gi-hun x Wife!Reader |

Summary: He finally returns to you.

Warnings: Post S1 - Non canon events - Non canon background for Gi-hun - Sad!Gi-hun - Paranoid!Gi-hun - Trauma - Soft!Moments  - NON CANON EVENTS FROM S2  - ANGST -

When Gi-hun was left with nothing but his underwear and a credit card full of zeros his mind did nothing but drift off.

He could not forget them. The others, the ones who died in order for him to be here today. Alive, looking at the account, sounds and smells from the city, ignorance from what had happen to him and others.

Gi-hun knew you were there, at the small aparment you two shared. The small yet filled with love place. It was his safe heaven, the home he loved. Where you waited for him, never once judged him and rather tried to help.

You have been nothing but the best wife, woman and friend. More than what he could ask for and more of what he deserves.

In his mind you should have left him, for someone better. But he could be selfish and when it came to you he was.

But now after everything that had happen..did he deserve to go back to you ? To his life ? When he had promise that he would not dissapear again? But he still did ? Knowing he may not be back ?

His mind driffted back and he found himself walking without a destination, not caring for the cold or nasty looks along the way.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○

Another morning came, the bed felt cold but you have to get used to it. Thats whar you keep telling yourself. However when you see the ring on your finger you cant help but let out some tears before getting up and prepare for the day.

It has been at least three months now since Gi-hun dissapear without a way to find him.

You tought the loan sharks would look for you but that never happened. Part of you did wonder if they had killed him but when being confronted by you they just said a quick excuse and went off.

You hated your life without him. Besides the pity looks you got at your work or the few words of compassion, you missed him. A lot. You were used to his laught, to his touch, the silly jokes he would make...but that was in the past now.

With a bottle of shake you went to your home. Another day, another week, you should think on moving maybe that way it would hurt less. But the memories with him were deep in your mind and you could not shake them off.

You were going to Open the old door when you took notice that it was slighty Open.

A robbery ? The loan sharks decided to come ?

You moved the door slowly, the old thing making a sound that felt louder than it actually was. The aparment was dark, no light or sight of life. It was just and the forniture.

Or at least thats what you thoguth when suddendly you hear a muffled "fuck" and "I never cleaned that"

Even if it was small you knew in an instant from who it was. You went there, not caring if maybe your mind was playing you a cruel trick. You needed to know.

Once outside the bedroom you turned on the lights seeing his form trying (and failing) to repair some broken base he had most likely knock off.

You also took notice on the big spoot on the wall, yeah it was caused by him once and he never took care of it, but it added personality to the room.

He looked at you. Eyes big like a fish, he was a mess. Hair larger and dirty.

"Gi-hun?" You called taking a step towards him while he took one back. He did not want you to see him like this. He came on impulse, a rational part of him said to not come, but his feelings....he missed you. Wanted you again by his side.

"Please tell me this is real" You tried again voice now breaking as you stopped one hand reaching for him.

Gi-hun felt his heart break, he moved slowly taking your hand in his, the same hand that he had used to fight off Sang-woo was now holding yours.

He almost fell as you pulled him into a big hug, crying on his chest, you had to take a moment to listen to his heart beat. You eyes going over his face.

"Oh Gi-hun...what happened to you?" You asked pulling him for a hug again his own hands returning it with more force. He never wanted to let go of you again.

"(Y/N)...Please" His voice broke at the end "Hold me, I will tell you everytning but please"

He fell on his knees you followed still hugging him, his cries were muffled by your shirt as she held you like you were the only thing that could keep him sane.

"Shh I got you Gi-hun, let it out"

He cried for a bit more only moving when he felt you move from discomfort because of how you two were.

"Gi-hun...you should take a bath" You said to him very careful "I can prepare it for you.."

"Will you stay?" He asked his eyes letting out the raw vulnerability he was feeling

"Of course I will, I will stay with you"

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○

Gi-hun havent feel this...relaxed in such a long time. You carefully washed his hair, and relaxed his tensed back. There was nothing sexual out of it. Just you taking care of him.

And it felt like heaven.

"Im going to brush your hair a bit is that alright with you?" You asked from behind him inside the bathtub  worried that it might trigger something from him.

But Gi-hun just nodded letting out a content sound when the brush made contact with his hair. You were very patient with him, slowly untangling his now long hair. He knew he needed to get it cut off. But he had let himself be lost and...and he could not bring to take care of himself.

"We should also cut your beard too..if you want" You softly asked after you ended with his hair doing a small bow that made him look quiet cute.

He touched his beard without realizing how long it had got. But finally gave a nod to you. He saw you move towards the cabin getting the tools and now taking a seat in front of him.

"Im going to do this slow, ok? You tell me if I need to stop" You tone let him knew that he was the one in charge of the situation. You did not know what had happen to him but it must be more than the old threats the loan sharks would use against him.

No, this was something worse. And you wanted him to feel safe with you.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~

After it you offered him a fresh change of clothes. He asked you to stay with him and you nodded. He was slimmer than the last time you have seen him. And there were some bruises too. You wanted to ask him, to know what did happen. But you also knew he would come around, that you needed to be patient with him.

After he changed he muttered that he was tired and you were ready to guide him back towards the bedroom you two shared.

To him the bed sheets felt softer than he did remember. Even if the mattress was old it was better than the beds from the games. A shiver ran down his spine and he had to hold his head to prevent memories from coming back.

"Gi-hun..."

"Can you get me some water...? Please" Gi-hun asked his voice almost breaking. He did not want you to see him like this. So broken so....

He had no words to describe the pain he was feeling.

He felt when you left, and he decided to take some deep breaths, letting the familiar smell of the room fill his sense. He was back, he was at home.

"Gi-hun? I got your water?" You said from besides him giving him the glass as he gulped it down.

And you were with him.

He finally looked at you. Seeing how tired you were. It must have been difficult for you. To be alone and worried over him. He wanted to blame himself even more for leaving you like that. He did not deserve you and part of him wanted you to hate him for leaving and then be back without a explaination.

But as he looked all over you his eyes ended in your hand, most precise on the ring. You were still using it, a solid proof you never gave up on him.

"(Y/N).." Gi-hun said your name with so much care as he took your hands on his bring them up to kiss them. "Im sorry, im sorry that I left you. Im sorry for not coming back sooner" He said between broken sobs. "I know I must have caused you so much pain, and im so sorry for it"

"Gi-hun please stop, you know I would have waited for you a lifetime" You responded gently caressing his face "I dont know what happened to you, and you dont have to tell me. I will wait till you are ready. Just know, I love you. And that wont ever change, just...dont leave me again"

"Never, I wont ever leave you again (Y/N)...you are all I have and all I will ever have. You are the most important thing to me, and from now on I will do my best to show you how grateful im for you being by my side. For putting up with me"

You smiled at him giving him a soft kiss then pushing him down so he could get comfortable.

"And you are the best thing that ever happened to me Gi-hun. You dont have to prove me anything" You laid besides him both facing each other. He pulled you against his chest his face on your hair.

"Promise you wont ever let me go? Not tonight or ever ? Even if...things change" Gi-hun knew he was a different Man now, he could not just ignore his trauma. He was positive nightmares would still come to haunt him and that at some point he would tell you the truth.

But not tonight. Tonight all he wanted was for you to hold him and promise him that everything would be fine.

"I wont ever let you go Gi-hun, not tonight or ever. You are with me till death do us apart, remember ? Now get some sleep I will be here once you wake up"

And that was all he needed to hear. For the first time since he won these games...he got a nice sleep. Besides you anything seemed to be possible. Even finding his way back to life.

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Nevermore Theory

Alright, I’m finally going to go out and post my own Nevermore theory, now that the comic has returned. A lot of the things I wanna talk about are already pretty popular subjects of theory in the fandom (“Who killed Annabel Lee?”), but I wanna tackle a few points I rarely see addressed.

I am going to put all of this under the general thesis of: “The deans don’t lie, but they deliberately mislead.”

Unscientifically speaking, every time the deans come out and tell us something, my bullshit senses go off big time! I want to focus on two main claims they have made, that influence how we view the story in a major way: Who killed Annabel Lee and What’s up with the new life?

1. Who killed Annabel Lee?

I feel it necessary to type out the exact wording the deans use, because it is often misread or misremembered. Don’t worry, that is by design!

“Betrayed by the one who loved you above all else.”

“Who loved YOU” and not “Who YOU loved”. I think that distinction is very important and easily missed. Especially since the expressed purpose of the deans in that scene is to drive a wedge in Annabel and Lenore’s relationship. Now, you could easily argue, that this still points to Lenore. The two of them are the No. 1 relationship to root for after all. But this is where the second part of the statement comes in: “above all else”. In my opinion, Lenore has already demonstrated that she can and will put other things above Annabel Lee (divorce arc anyone?). I don’t doubt, that Lenore and Annabel were a lot closer when they were still alive, but I also don’t doubt that this is one of Lenore’s core personality traits. The other thing I want to point out is, that you don’t have control about “who loves you the most.” You would hope it is your significant other, or maybe a good friend or even a parent. But you can’t really know that. Which brings me to another part of this theory: “Well, who did it then?”

Short answer, I don’t know, but I have a hunch.

First off, I kind of dismissed her father as a suspect by personal preference. We don’t have a lot to go off here, but I think he is too dismissive of her to fit the description. I’m particularly thinking about the scene where he gushed to “Leo” about boats, rather than playing wingman for his daughter.

My main suspect is instead Annabel’s nameless suitor. We don’t know much about him, other than he has already challenged Annabel multiple times (showing dedication). She says: “I’ve defeated the poor fellow a dozen times now, but he is terribly persistent.” Her father has promised him, that at the end of the season he can marry Annabel if she hasn’t found a husband by then. I can imagine how angry he might be, if that plan doesn’t shake out and she gets engaged to another man, right before he finally gets his wish.

Coming back to the deans, I think we can find that they very deliberately chose their words to lead to a false conclusion. Annabel might know who she loves above all else, but she can’t know who would love her in that way. She is left to make assumptions and we along with her. The words “love” and “betrayal” point to someone close to her, and since she died on her wedding day we are lead to a most likely suspect. That’s how we skip over the precise details of the claim. And the deans have never even uttered a lie.

2. What about the new life?

“If you survive these exams you’ll get a chance at a new life.”

That’s the first claim we get from the deans about the prize waiting at the end of nevermore academy. And it is frustratingly vague. Luckily, we already know the first trick they pulled with that one, so we can take that as a guide to analyse it further. This short little claim lets you read almost anything you want into it. It doesn’t specify how many students are allowed to claim the price or, even more importantly, how tose exams will be designed. By leaving out information the automatic assumption is: “Everyone who passes the exams, gets a chance at a new life.” However if these exams ever are designed to only allow a single winner, then only one person would be able to clear the win condition. Nobody would think about any of this, when presented with such an opportunity. It’s why all hell breaks loose when they finally reveal the reward will only be granted to one student. Speaking of which, their wording changes a bit in that reveal.

“…and to the one lucky student amongst you who will be born again.”

Born again is new. It implies at least to some degree a fresh start. Not simply a continuation from where you left off. But that’s another problem. We do not know a single thing about what that new life entails. The students are too caught up in the urgency of the whole situation. They are dead. The deans are offering a way to return. That is all that matters. We hear what we want to hear. I think if we were to ask every student, every one would want something different out of the new life. I doubt Pluto would like to return to how things were.

What the new life looks like is impossible to say, and it is once more designed that way. I still would like to theorise. My personal pet theory is, that you return to the world of the living as a spectre. This is why the deans push students to manifest train their powers. Students with strong spectres are shown favouritisms and exams are designed to eliminate students who haven’t manifested. If you were to return to the world of the living as a human, what good would your spectres do you?

Im conclusion, the deans use our own assumptions against us, by being deliberately vague on important subjects. At the same time, they have yet to outright lie about something. They simply don’t tell you things. To me, that means double checking everything they say. It is kind of like uttering a wish to a djinn or dealing with fae. Be really mindful of the wording and how it may be used against you.

Thanks for reading this far and please let me know if I have missed something, especially if it debunks some of my claims. I am happy to hear your thoughts :)

[galaxyfoxes]

Know this that I am laughing as I write this. Platonic yandere besties Jinshi x reader. Reader is older than him she love to watch him suffer with his own feelings on maomao teasing him and totally not giving him fake advice half the time while the other time actually giving him good advice of the female perspective while sipping of her tea and eating the snacks. While also not realizing how much of a platonic yandere he is for her.

This is hilarious! Thank you for requesting this!

Tw: clingy behavior, mentions of guilt tripping, typical yandere behavior

A/n: I've only watched the anime btw

You and Jinshi have been friends for years, and he tells you practically everything that happens within the inner palace, especially the drama between the Consorts. However, something interesting was being brought up, a certain apothecary girl named maomao.

While you knew he charmed many people, he never got attached to any of them, so you were supportive of him finding someone. Especially if they make him flustered.

However, you also secretly hoped it'll get him off your back for a little while since he has the tendency to be very clingy towards you.

In the past, whenever you voiced your concern about him being too clingy. You were met with immediate guilt tripping or him conveniently 'forgetting' the conversation. And since he is much higher ranked than you, it's not like you can really say no to him.

While you can see some of his more light yandere tendencies, most of them are completely hidden from you as he greatly values how you see him. And you usually write the clingy behavior off as him being weird.

He feels extreme jealousy whenever you talk about other people too much. ESPECIALLY if you consider them a friend. You rarely tell him about these people as they are always fired or gone missing under 'mysterious' circumstances.

For a little while, he was too busy spending time with maomao to visit you. While you missed him, it was nice to have a break for once, even if it's short-lived.

After a particularly long time apart, Jinshi insisted you two have tea as he wanted to ask for advice on something. He wanted to know what he could do to win over maomao.

You were confused as women would kill to have a chance with him and that he wouldn't have to try. but you gave some basic advice on how common people flirt and Jinshi listened diligently. After you were you were done giving advice, Jinshi would go back to talking about other topics with you.

you hoestly expected that he'll leave you alone and focus on maomao. But to your surprise, he quickly goes back to his old behavior.

Eventually, he brings maomao to one of your meetups, and you could tell she wasn't an ordinary girl or all that interested in Jinshi. This gave you an idea to play with Jinshi a little.

You started to give him odd ideas on how to get maomao to like him when they obviously wouldn't. One idea was that Jinshi could give maomao a necklace that had a rather odd pendant, and that would get her to like him.

At first, you thought Jinshi wouldn't listen to you because your ideas sounded rather stupid. But to your surprise, Jinshi listened to every one of them though he did pout and whined to you when they obviously didn't work.

The thing is, you always mixed in good advice with the idiotic advice so Jinshi wouldn't fully dismiss your advice.

maomao may even confront you for the bad advice you have been giving Jinshi and get you to stop.

In all honesty, Jinshi is a rather tame platonic yandere that you can trick and fun with without any form of punishment.

[cantfightmoonlight]

"It was a political decision I had to make because you broke the accords and killed someone and, yes, if I had walked out of the room and left Aaliyah to vote, I would have stood by her decision and the decision likely would have held, because as we already discussed, I was the one who asked for your verdict to be reconsidered. Not Nico, even if he had disagreed with it outside of those doors. You don't have to sever your personal feelings from politics. As you've said, you're not a politician. But, that is our fundamental difference and maybe you shouldn't be friends with them then."

"Understood. Rather than actually work to rectify the situation in a way that might benefit people more in the long term, I should publicly speak up on their behalf because it's nice to feel supported. Got it. You're under the threat of death just as much here as you are out there and, as I've stated a hundred times over, you're still a resident of this town. Town hall is still obligated to protect you. God forbid your fate winds up in the hands of Ben and the Coalition though as if they're such awful people to put your faith in," She slipped her hands into her pockets and gave him a small shrug.

"Say what you like, Rohan. I voted the way I did and you put every person in that room, all of your so called friends, in that position to when you took a life. You want to talk about an accident? You didn't just accidentally bring back the dead. You had to recite a complex dark magic spell, fully knowing what it could do. You took someone from this world and rid their family of all the time they could have had with them. Now, while I'm not one to judge given that every vampire has 'cheated' death in a way, that spell wasn't done unintentionally. Not fully and I didn't rob you of your magic. As far as I knew, the only consequence you'd face for the life you took and the law you broke at the time would be not being able to join some organizations you couldn't join anyway and having to leave the coven after you endangering them all. What the coven chose on top of that, I don't agree with. But, the fate we all decided in that room for you, pales in comparison to the fate you bestowed upon them. You have your life. They can't say the same and, you can be upset about it. You're entitled to that. But, we're entitled to be upset and disappointed in you for what you did as well."

"You say you should have been punished, but you complain about it and end friendships over it. Understood," She shrugged once more. "Maybe you shouldn't have bothered to search or visit then." She had never once implied that he should take it with a smile, but he could believe what he wanted at this point. She was done, regardless. "I never said you should have been more conscientious of my feelings then. I said that because of your reaction, which you are entitled to, I am feeling a certain way now. Present tense and I would like to work through it to preserve our friendship, if you'd be willing to have the conversation. But, you'd rather call it, so be it. Goodbye Rohan and good riddens," She flashed him a smile as she turned to walk away.

END.

Rohan shrugged. "Well, most people gossip, I guess. Maybe Todd doesn't actually, but from my few interactions with him, he tends to live only in the here and now. Maybe we should strive more toward that." He shook his head, but looking up to meet Meena's eyes, he narrowed his own.

"Uh...yes? If Aaliyah had voted to ban me in your absence, it would have held. That's all. But I mean, I avoided Nico in the beginning too. Don't think I didn't. Really. He and I just came to an understanding eventually, and I got a sense that he didn't agree with the choice. At the same time, you and I had had discussions in the past about the clan in the event I turned. Nico and I hadn't, and certainly JC and I hadn't, although yes, I suppose he would want most people in the pack." He knit his brow. "And look, there's a fundamental difference, Meena. You see all of this as a political decision you had to make. I'm not mad at people making political decisions. But I'm not able to sever personal feelings from politics, and hey, that's why I'm not the politician. At the end of the day, I see it as people I considered friends leaving me out on my own. For all the reasons they did. And not just you either. Certainly Poppy. Certainly the Fae, who did it all symbolically."

He pressed a hand to his aching forehead. "Even if the majority had ruled, yes, of course, it would have still been nice to know that people who disagreed had spoken up on my behalf. Would it have changed the decision? No. Would it would have made a difference to me? Yeah. And I don't know. You'd have to ask the pack. I'm not in it, nor have I ever been."

Rohan narrowed his eyes. "That room exiled me with the knowledge I can't leave this town under threat of death. I'll say whatever I want to say about it." He threw up his hands. "Come on. As if it's something that just happened on its own? On accident? Meena, you voted for it. And fine, you'd do it again. There. Good. Settled. This is the consequence of that. I was hurt in the crossfire, and I'm allowed to feel however I want to feel about that."

He sighed, raising an eyebrow. "When your turn as mayor is up, I'll vote for whoever I think is the best candidate. That's how it works, right? Again, being mayor is not something that just happened on its own, Meena. If you don't want to do it, stop doing it. Or don't." He raised his brow. "Of course I did! And I'm living with the consequences of it every day. I lost my powers. I have no protection in this town. I'm out here on my own, even now. I've never said I shouldn't have been punished, and I have been."

Rohan grit his teeth. "I needed space, Meena. I was raw and lost and vulnerable. I needed space. And months later? I still searched for you. I still came to visit you in recovery. I ran into you today and apologized and offered you a ride. But this isn't a legal technicality I didn't like. It's my life. Every aspect of my existence in this town. I don't have a 'stance on the matter.' My friends voted to exile me. Was it really a great shock that I may have been upset about that? I know I took a life. I live with that. I strive to make amends for that. I accept I deserve punishment for that. I've been punished for that. And if I deserve more, then I'll have to take it, but I'm not perfect enough to take it with a smile."

Rohan's expression darkened. "So have I. Multiple times. So has my husband. So have most of us. I don't think your feelings are ridiculous. I never said that. What I said was ridiculous is you saying to me I should have been more conscientious about your feelings when feeling mine about something you did. And I did apologize, Meena. I apologized for hurting you in response to me being hurt, and I got a big explanation of all the reasons why I shouldn't have felt hurt in the first place. So let's call it. I'm done. You have a great rest of your day."

[loopstagirl]

Stolen Destiny

For @febuwhump prompt day 7: alternate time line self

-x-

Merlin struggled against the cords binding his wrists. Glancing across the clearing, he saw Arthur standing tall and proud, despite his own hands also tied behind his back. He stared down their captor, not flinching. But as if he sensed Merlin’s look, he glanced back and subtly shook his head. 

Not yet. 

Merlin groaned in frustration. What was the point of his secret being out if he still couldn’t use his magic? But he understood Arthur’s point. Their captor was too alert, too focused on his prisoners. As of yet, he didn’t know that Merlin had magic. He had to wait until the man was distracted before freeing himself to avoid being caught in a magical battle. 

Merlin didn’t doubt he would win: they didn’t call him Emrys for nothing. But his power had a tendency to explode and Gaius had long ago given up chiding him for not being subtle. He’d rather not flatten half the forest (again) just defeating one man. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to struggle, though. Not with Arthur standing there all cool and collected, challenging the man himself with nothing more than a quirk of his eyebrow. 

“I really don’t have all day,” Arthur said, as if it was nothing more than an inconvenience that he was standing bound in the middle of the forest. “What do you want?” 

“To set the balance right,” the man said. He was pacing back and forth in front of the prince, muttering to himself as much as his prisoners. 

It was another reason Merlin didn’t want to lash out. This sorcerer didn’t seem evil, just desperate. He hoped they could talk the man down rather than annihilating him. Arthur had developed a talent for turning a blind eye since finding out about his servant. 

“What balance?” 

“The number of magic-users killed,” he said. “Your father has murdered so many innocents!” 

“You’ve lost family,” Merlin said softly. His words carried and the man turned to him. Arthur glared at him from over their captor’s shoulder. 

“Ignore him, talk to me.” Arthur’s stare spoke volumes: don’t draw his attention. 

Merlin understood it: he’d have a much better chance of getting them out of this if the man wasn’t looking at him. But he’d also found, over the years, that he was really bad at staying quiet and out of the way, especially if Arthur was in potential trouble. While the prince might have his hands bound, Merlin didn’t class that as trouble. Yet. 

“Killing me won’t correct that balance,” Arthur said. He almost sounded apologetic. “If I could change things, I would. But I can promise that when I’m king-,” 

“No. That doesn’t save the thousands already slain!” 

“Look-,” 

Merlin tuned out of whatever Arthur was saying. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Power was gathering, like storm clouds rolling in, he could feel the pressure building, focused on the sorcerer. He was preparing for a spell, and given the magnitude that Merlin could feel, the time for subtlety was over. 

“Turning back time won’t make a difference,” the man said. For a second, Merlin startled. He could do that?  

Wait, did that mean Merlin could do that?  

Something he’d have to look up in his spell book when they made it back to Camelot. Alive and in one piece, preferably.  

“it was your birth that set the wheels in motion. It would happen all over again. Killing you will upset the balance.” 

While the sorcerer still seemed to be talking to himself, Merlin decided he couldn’t wait around. He glanced over his shoulder and a flash of his eyes made the rope uncoil from the tight knot. He gave a small gasp of pain as the rope drew away – apparently, he’d been struggling more than he realised. 

“I have to take away what makes you who you are,” the man said, clearly coming to a decision. “I’ll take away being a prince. That will correct things.” 

He gathered the power faster than Merlin thought possible. He'd heard of spells like this: where the caster took away the core essence of a person. He’d take away Arthur’s destiny: take away being a prince, and Uther wouldn’t have had the authority to pursue magic users. 

But Merlin had also heard about the complexity of these spells. He wasn’t sure raw power would be enough to block it. If he had time, he knew he’d be able to figure it out. But time was one thing he didn’t have. At that second in time, he only saw one option left open to him. 

As the spell rolled from the sorcerer’s mouth, a dark cloud forming, Arthur backed away hurriedly. But he’d never get out of range in time. The spell shot forward... and Merlin slammed into his prince, shoving him out of the way. 

Even as he sighed in relief, the dark cloud smashed into him, lifting him off his feet. Suspended in mid-air, Merlin arched as stabbing needles ripped through his body, tearing his very essence from him. If the spell was designed to take the core of a person from them, he knew full well what it was going to take from him: his magic. 

He opened his mouth, whether to scream or try a counter-spell, he didn’t know. But darkness rushed in, consuming him, before a word left him. 

-x- 

He should’ve reached Camelot on Wednesday. 

His mother had written ahead, telling the court physician to expect him.  

Wednesday was two days ago. 

Merlin supposed his mother hadn’t factored in his complete lack of direction, blisters throbbing on both feet and the fact he hadn’t eaten for a day after losing his pack down the same gully that had threatened to make him lose his balance and potentially his life. 

But now, finally, he could see the castle looming in the distance. 

The forest path gave way to cobbled stones, making his feet throb in agonised protest. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but there was a looming sense of foreboding hanging over the place. Acrid smoke burnt the back of his throat and Merlin coughed as he hurried through to a stone courtyard. 

There, he stopped dead. 

There were four or five pyres, still smoking, placed at regular points in the courtyard. The few people Merlin saw hurried by, heads bowed, not daring to look up. Merlin had never exactly heard stories of Camelot being the most joyous place to be, but nothing had suggested it would be like this, either. 

He picked up his pace, anxious to get away from the morbid sight. Once he’d entered, he saw two guards at the bottom of a set of stairs. Their red cloaks had black strips stitched into them and their expressions were sombre. Merlin would’ve said grieving. 

“Um,” he looked up at them. “I’m looking for Gaius, the Court Physician?” 

One jerked a thumb without speaking. Merlin hurried past. The air was fresher inside. The irony wasn’t lost on him even as he climbed the stairs, seeing the signs for the physician’s rooms and following them. 

Once he reached the door, Merlin forgot to knock and poked his head inside. 

“Hello?” 

“Come back tomorrow,” a weary voice said. Merlin had never heard so much heaviness in three words before. 

He slipped into the room. An old man was sitting at a bench, head resting on his palm. He was pale, haggard, and looked exhausted when he looked up at Merlin. 

“I’m not seeing patients today.” 

“Oh no, um, I’m not a patient. I did have this letter, but I lost my bag, and well-,” 

“Who are you?” 

“I’m Merlin.” 

“Hunith’s son?” 

“Yes!” Finally, something felt like it was back on script. 

“You were supposed to be here on Wednesday.” 

“I,” Merlin bit his lip. “I got lost.” 

The old man – Gaius, Merlin presumed – sighed heavily. “Maybe it would’ve made a difference. Maybe not.” 

“Sorry?” 

Gaius shook his head. “No matter. Come in then, boy.” 

Merlin moved awkwardly through the chamber. His hip bumped at a table, setting flasks rattling that made Gaius scowl, but he didn’t seem to have the inclination to do more than that. Once he stood in front of the table, Merlin looked around, unsettled by the atmosphere over Camelot. 

“What’s happened?” he eventually blurted out, unable to keep it in any longer. 

“You haven’t heard? No, I suppose you haven’t given that you’ve been travelling. Prince Arthur was killed last night. A witch, disguised as a renowned singer, put a dagger through his heart. She used magic: nothing could stop her.” 

“Magic?” Stories of magic had always fascinated him, as if teasing a life he could’ve had if only he’d been born with power. Maybe his mother wouldn’t have sent him away if he’d had magic? He could’ve been useful to her, rather than a fatherless boy without a trade to learn. 

“The king is grieving. The city, the kingdom, is grieving. He was much loved, and would’ve grown to be a strong king in time.” 

“Right.” Merlin shifted from foot to foot. The grieve and anguish were clear to see on Gaius’ face, but Merlin didn’t know the person he spoke of. “Sorry.” 

“Yes. Well. Now is not a good time for newcomers to enter the city, but I shall vouch for you. Keep your head down though. The king is mad with grief, and anyone vaguely suspected of having any connection to magic or sorcery of any kind is in grave danger.” 

“No fear of that,” Merlin muttered. “What you see is what you get.” 

He gestured to himself. Gaius followed his gaze. “Hmph. Well. I’ll ask the seamstress to run you up some shirts to replace the ones you’ve lost. You can work for me until we find you proper employment, but I doubt that will happen soon. Not with how things are. For now, there’s a room for you at the top of the stairs.” 

Merlin trudged his way up the stairs. Evening was quickly drawing in and he unlatched the window, staring out. The lights glinting from the town below were beautiful, but there was an oppressiveness hanging over the town. Gaius was right: the entire place was grieving. 

If only he’d gotten here a few days sooner, then... Then what? He could’ve done something? Merlin was painfully aware he was just a nobody. He didn’t have any talents other than getting lost in the woods and falling over his own feet. 

The days of travelling took their toll, and he toppled into a dreamless sleep that night. It was only Gaius calling his name that drew him from his bed in the morning. It had been strange sleeping on an actual body, but it had soothed some of the aches of travelling. 

“I got you water,” the physician told him. “You didn’t wash last night.” 

“Oh, sorry.”  

A large bucket was sitting on the edge of the table. Merlin wasn’t sure what happened, but he managed to catch it with his elbow, sending the entire thing clattering to the floor, the water flooding their feet. Blushing, Merlin fetched the mop while Gaius clucked his tongue. 

Once they’d eaten, Gaius handed Merlin a pouch of herbs.  

“I need you to take this into the town.” He gave specific instructions of where he needed to go and Merlin set off, knowing full well he’d never remember them. 

Sure enough, he got lost. But it wasn’t as if there were people roaming the streets that he could ask directions from. The only ones he saw were guards or knights (or both – he wasn’t sure who was who). But their hands were on their weapons and their expressions were etched with anger. Merlin had no intention of approaching them. 

Once he’d delivered the package, Merlin figured the safest thing to do was head back to the castle. He hadn’t even left the lower town when an almighty bang made him whirl around to see three armed men break into a small house. The splintered hinge gave away where they’d kicked it down. 

Transfixed, Merlin watched, hardly daring to breathe. A minute later, a high-pitched scream filled the air. The men appeared, dragging a woman between them. She was fighting for all she was worth, but even her nails had no effect on the guards holding her. 

“I don’t have magic, I swear. I’ve never used it! I don’t know anyone who has,” she begged. 

“That’s not what our sources say,” one of the guards spat viciously. “Take her away: the king wants the pyres full again by sunrise.” 

They brushed past so close to Merlin that one of the guard’s cloak caught his leg. Merlin hurriedly stepped back, but it only drew the attention of the soldier left behind. 

“What are you doing skulking around on the streets? Some sort of collaborator, are you? Scrawny thing like you, I’ll take you in without backup even if you don’t have magic.” 

Merlin almost laughed. If he had magic, he’d be able to show this soldier that he couldn’t be pushed around! No. No, if he had magic, his mother would never have sent him here. Or he would have done something differently: saved this precious prince, perhaps, and stopped the citadel becoming a place of terror. 

It was only now, standing out in the street, staring at the guard, that Merlin could finally name the atmosphere that had been crushing down on him since leaving the castle. Fear. The residents weren’t just grieving their prince; they were terrified of stepping outside their doors. Given Merlin had just witnessed not even that being enough, he couldn’t blame them. 

He’d heard the stories of Uther Pendragon’s war against magic. No child hadn’t, even outside of the kingdom. But now he was seeing it in action, seeing a king driven mad by grief and determined to make anyone that he could pay, even without evidence. 

“I’m talking to you, boy!” A hand grabbed his collar, spinning him around until his chest hit the building behind him. All the air was driven from his lungs and Merlin gasped even as he felt the knight draw his arm up behind his back. “I’m going to throw you in jail, then if there’s any spare pyres in the morning, you can fill them. Better your head than mine!” 

Merlin was too stunned by the sudden turn of events to even struggle as he was roughly manhandled back through the streets and into the castle. The guard took him a way he hadn’t yet been, and the cool air and damp smell gave away where they were heading. Sure enough, it was only minutes later when his hands and knees skimmed the floor of a small cell and the door clanged shut behind him. 

Sighing, Merlin drew his knees to his chest, hugging them to keep warm. He couldn’t blame the man, not really. It hadn’t been anger in his eyes, but the same fear blanketing the rest of the kingdom. No doubt the king expected his orders to be carried out and the pyres filled, regardless of how many innocent people had to make up the numbers. 

Still, it didn’t bode well for him. No one knew he was down here. In fact, only one person knew he was even in the city. Would Gaius realise what had happened when Merlin didn’t return to his chambers or would he presume his new ward had tired of the city already and fled to the surrounding countryside? Right now, that didn’t sound like a bad idea. 

Despite the sobs coming from the cells next to his, despite the fear that he would accidentally get burnt the following morning, Merlin still managed to fall asleep. 

Only to be awoken what felt like minutes later by the door clanging. He didn’t move, assuming some unfortunate soul was about to join him. 

“You really are a complete idiot, aren’t you?” 

The voice was familiar and Merlin looked up to see Gaius standing there, hands on his hips and a disapproving look on his face. 

“How did you-,” 

“Come on. Unless you want to still be here at dawn?” 

Merlin didn’t need to be told twice. He followed the physician out of the cell, torchlight guiding them as they hurried back up the stairs. Merlin shivered. 

“You were supposed to keep your head down,” Gaius chided. “What were you thinking?” 

“They arrested that woman for no reason!” Merlin protested. He didn’t admit that he hadn’t done anything wrong. As that meant admitting he hadn’t done anything, and that wasn’t something he was proud of right now. 

“Keep your voice down,” Gaius hissed, glancing around. “You do not want to draw attention right now.” 

Neither of them spoke until they reached his chambers again. Merlin didn’t know what he was supposed to do or say, so stalked up to his new room, throwing himself down on the bed. The slow footsteps behind told him Gaius was coming up as well. 

“Camelot isn’t usually like this,” he said slowly. “If you’d arrived a week, even two days ago, you’d have been met with a bustling city and her citizens, for the most part, happy. The prince’s murder is bad enough. By being killed by magic has just reignited all of Uther’s fears and anger. He wants revenge yet the murderer is already dead.” 

“But they’re innocent people down there!” Merlin protested. “Surely he can’t wish to execute his own people?” 

“I think what the king wants right now is to change fate. And he knows he can’t. So he’s doing what he sees as the only option left open to him. You’re lucky they didn’t give you a beating as well.” 

“Yeah,” Merlin scoffed, “lucky.” 

Gaius patted him on the shoulder. “Perhaps it’s best if you stay here today. It’s not safe for strangers to be wandering around.” 

Merlin didn’t have any choice but to agree. He watched the sun rise through the small window, but when the screams and acrid smoke began filling the air, he shut it and turned away, disgusted by his own weakness. 

But what could he do? He didn’t have any power or authority; he couldn’t help these people. All he could offer to do was jump into the flames for them and while he wasn’t a coward, Merlin wasn’t sure what good it would do. 

He dozed for a while. Then made his way down to Gaius’ main chamber and spent most of the day pacing. The physician was gone but he’d left food and water behind, along with a few notes warning Merlin not to touch certain items due to their ability to ignite or combust. After his sleeve started smoking, Merlin took the rest of the warnings to heart. 

He was restless and on edge by the time Gaius arrived. All of his complaints died when he saw the physician, though. Gaius looked every one of his years as he shuffled into the room, head bowed. He didn’t speak as he sank onto the bench but accepted the cup of water gratefully. 

“You knew him well, didn’t you?” Merlin said, sitting down opposite him. “The prince?” 

“I did,” Gaius said heavily. 

“What was he like?” 

“Headstrong. Stubborn. Proud. But a dedicated prince who’d do anything for his people. He would’ve been an excellent king one day, with a little guidance. Now, however, that future is snatched from us.” 

Merlin didn’t know what to say to that, so he watched the flickering candle for a moment more. When it became obvious that Gaius wasn’t going to speak again, he got to his feet. The only thing Camelot had going for it right now was his new bed. Confined to chambers, Merlin thought he may as well use it. 

It was strange being in a room high in the castle surrounded by stone. He’d never noticed the noises of the countryside until they disappeared here. It was silent, nothing to disturb him until Gaius’ loud harumph awakened him the following morning. 

Merlin woke with a start to see the old man standing at the foot of his bed, scowling at him. “For someone with so few belongings, how have you made such a mess?” he scolded. 

Merlin gave his best innocent shrug, one that still worked on his mother. “It just happened.” 

“Get dressed,” Gaius said, throwing a shirt at him. “We’ve got somewhere to be.” 

His tone was curt and grumpy. Merlin thought he looked tired, as if something had been disturbing him throughout the night. Following him down the stairs, Merlin wrote it off as the pressure of the last week. It can’t have been easy losing someone you’d cared for since they were a baby. 

There was no time to stop for breakfast. Merlin followed Gaius out of the doors and through the castle. He hesitated when he recognised where they were. 

“What are we doing here? Are you throwing me back in jail?” 

“After the strings I pulled to get you released the first time? No, Merlin. Come on.” 

All he could do was trail Gaius down the steps, shivering in the cool air. The cells were quiet and not even the guards were present. Merlin wondered out loud where everyone was. 

“The entire kingdom is ordered to attend the burnings,” Gaius said curtly. He picked up a torch and went, not further into the cells, but down a corridor sloping even further into the ground. Bemused, Merlin dutifully went after him. 

The cavern they entered was huge. Merlin could only gape, forgetting the cold, as he stared around. 

“I know you’re here,” Gaius called. “Given that you’ve been calling me all night. Well, I’m here. And I brought the boy.” 

Merlin stared. There was no one here. It wasn’t exactly a hospitable place either: who would live down here? 

Then he got his answer. 

In a rush of air that sent the torch flickering, something moved in the darkness. Something impossibly large and just impossible... 

Merlin stumbled back, aware his mouth was hanging open. It couldn’t be, but it was, only that was impossible, yet... 

“Is that a dragon?” 

“How observant you are, for one not fully himself.” 

Merlin was pretty certain if the cave wall hadn’t been behind him, he would’ve actually fallen over. 

“It speaks?” 

“It is a he,” the dragon rumbled, “who has a name, although not one he will gift to a broken child.” 

“I’m not a child!” Merlin protested, then the full sentence caught up with him. “And I’m not broken, thank you very much.” 

“Why did you call me here?” Gaius said wearily. “Now is not the time for me to be caught down here. Uther wouldn’t care how long I’ve kept his secrets.” 

“Uther does not concern me,” the dragon said. “You failed to protect the prince. But it is of no matter.” 

“No matter?” Gaius drew himself up, but the weariness still pressed down on him, lessening the effect somewhat. “Arthur is dead! That matters: that means everything.” 

“No, it does not. For this is not how things were meant to be.” 

“You don’t say.” 

“Hang on,” Merlin interrupted. “Why am I broken?” 

He was both insulted and offended. He knew he didn’t have a lot going for him, but that felt a pretty harsh thing to say to someone you’ve just met. Or something – he wasn’t sure how dragons classified themselves. 

A low rumble made him wonder if the cave was about to fall in. It would be just his luck it would happen right now while he was standing in it. Then he realised it was the dragon laughing. 

“You often wish for something you feel is lacking?” it – he – asked. 

Merlin glanced quickly at Gaius. How could he admit that he sometimes wished he had magic so that he could fix things? Now, when so much hatred and fear were flying around because of one sorcerer. But his look seemed to say enough, for the dragon made a humming noise in the back of his throat. 

“Your destiny has been stolen from you, young warlock.” 

Gaius flinched. “Don’t call him that. Not now, not ever. The danger it puts him in! Why would you even say that?” 

“Because it is what he is. Who he is. The threads of fate cannot be so easily unwoven by a mere mortal.” 

When Merlin glanced at Gaius again, it was to find his new mentor looking as baffled as he felt. The dragon suddenly rose up onto his back legs, wings beating.  

“Things will be made right again,” he declared. 

Before Merlin could do anything, the dragon opened its mouth. A glow emanated from the deep within its jaws and it angled its head towards Merlin- 

“Hey!” There was nowhere for Merlin to go. His heart thudded painfully and his chest heaved as he stared up. He thought he’d escaped the pyres, but to be roasted inside a cave... 

It wasn’t fire that came from the dragon though. A golden mist twisted around Merlin, suffusing him in a surprising warmth. It was comforting even as he felt the power snake under his skin, flooding his body. 

“Wha-?” he murmured, then toppled into oblivion. 

-x- 

Merlin struggled against the cords binding his wrists. 

Wait... 

He was in the clearing. Arthur was similarly tied... Arthur! 

He was alive. For some reason, Merlin felt that was of the utmost importance, even more than usual. Like he’d lost him at some point. 

He knew the prince wanted him to bide his time. If they could talk the man down, find a peaceful resolution, it would be better for everyone. Better for their captor, as Merlin’s magic and Arthur’s sword wouldn’t end him, but also better for Arthur. It was hard to start building a foundation for a kingdom where magic was accepted when every magic user still forced him to kill them just to stay alive himself. 

Merlin’s magic didn’t tend to do very well at talking people down. 

But as he twisted in his bonds, Merlin couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of de-ja-vu. He’d done this before. And it hadn’t ended well.... 

The sorcerer was murmuring to himself. Arthur was warning him not to get involved. 

Merlin ignored them both. 

He didn’t untie the rope: he split it with one word, immediately pulling his hands in front of him. 

“You don’t want to do this,” he told the man, his voice steady as he walked forward. 

“You’re a servant,” the sorcerer spat. “You can’t stop me.” 

“Actually, I can.” Merlin let the apology for what was about to happen filter into his tone. “And I will. You see, I really can’t let you hurt him, and for some reason, I feel like sacrificing myself-,” 

“Merlin!” 

“- just won’t work this time,” he finished, ignoring Arthur. “So, I need you to stop, before anyone gets hurt.” 

“Never!” 

Merlin sighed. “When I say anyone, I meant you.” 

Without further warning, he shot his hands forward, both palms facing towards the man. A silent whoosh of wind tore through the clearing and whatever counterspell the man tried to shriek was lost as the force slammed into him. He was lifted bodily into the air and sent hurtling across the clearing. Merlin winced as he hit a tree, but couldn’t deny he was relieved when the man didn’t get up again. 

Swiping his hand through the air, he cut the ropes binding Arthur. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“I had it under control,” Arthur said. “We’re supposed to be talking to them, not throwing them through the air.” 

Merlin shrugged. “I did warn him.” 

“Honestly, Merlin, no one is going to run screaming from a warning from you.” 

Merlin grinned. “You never know.” 

He didn’t want to admit that a Druid would. Anyone who knew his true name wouldn’t underestimate his threats. But that wasn’t important right now. 

“I’m just really glad you’re alive,” he said softly.  

“It was one sorcerer; we’ve dealt with worse.” 

Merlin shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it, but... It’s good you’re alive.” 

Arthur gave him that look that suggested he thought Merlin might be losing his mind. 

“Right. Well. I’m glad to be alive, too. We should get home before you throw anyone else into trees.” 

“You should visit Gaius,” Merlin said. “I think he’d like that. You mean a lot to him.” 

“Are you sure that sorcerer didn’t hit you with some sort of spell? You’re being weird.” 

“Aren’t I always?” 

“Stranger than usual, then,” Arthur said. He nudged him companionably before turning and walking off into the forest as if they hadn’t just been attacked. “Come on, then.” 

“Yes, Sire,” Merlin said, but Arthur didn’t react to the sarcasm. Hurrying after his prince, Merlin cast the unconscious man one last look over his shoulder. 

Why did it feel like this man had succeeded when so many others failed? 

[worth-this-and-more]

[TW: sh mentions, violence] [spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)]

so i've been rereading and trying to cover up all the legendborn content that happened while i pufff disappeared, and pardon me it is taking more time than i imagined, however i just wanted to start off with one pet peeve of mine

*rant incoming*

this might just be my unorganised thoughts or maybe just common sense, but sometimes you dont fully understand why a character did something; you have to sometimes to come back and read it again once you have that epiphany. it doesn't matter whatever tf they are doing, it sometimes just doesnt make that effect, especially on first read.

when i first read bree lashing out on greer and sar when they touched her hair, i didnt quite understand it. i thought its a cultural thing and moved on. now something about me, im a little fair, by indian standards. not completely clear skin and shit but im on the lighter side. so if im in my village, if im anywhere else wearing something with a bit of skin showing, i automatically get the comments "you're so fair" "what's your skincare" "so lucky" "you'd marry so soon" all that typa shit. and then come the unwanted touches, touching me on any exposed skin. and by any i genuinely mean any exposed skin. that's when i kind of realised why bree was so irritated when they tocuhed her hair, because people sometimes see our nicer features as free estate. and its annoying. and that is when her reaction fully made sense.

when i first read selwyn mesmered bree, i was so angry. i did not want bree to forgive him without him grovelling, ofc, but i also could not understand why he did that. what was his motive?? and why hide it from bree only?? nobody else?? now i've been in my low times since like years, not a big deal. got a lot of scars, some too visible, some not. i dont bother hiding it if im out in public where there's nobody who knows me or nobody who would care enough to ask. but if im with my friends, close people, i hide them all. and its just like valec said, its not to hide something its because of the fear of judgement. and that's when it kind of made sense why selwyn would hide his descent specifically from bree. she has bad experiences with mesmer, no doubt, but even worse with demons. it was a bad call through and through but one that is not unfamiliar. i dont hide my scars for my safety, i hide them because im ashamed.

and when nick killed max and then promptly disappeared into the woods, that was also somehow so out of character in my eyes from him. during grief and in the moments of crushing hopelessness, doesn't everyone want someone?? isnt the obvious reaction supposed to be him coming to bree, and not running away from her?? but that's not what happens yk. i once had a classmate who was not generally the type of person you'd want to be around. he was the type of person who has "trouble" spelt on him in flashing neon red. but after all, we were young, wanted to keep the peace, so i kept the decent communication. he would constantly invade my personal space, unwanted touches, unsolicited comments, it gets annoying. the last straw was when he tried to touch my best friend's schoolbag. i, in a moment of pure rage, threw him against the wall and actually started choking him. when the class managed to get me off of him, he was unconscious. in that moment my bestfriend came to put a hand on my shoulder, i visibly flinched and ran away from there and stayed in the washroom until school was over. this isnt as bad as beheading someone, but the response is familiar. of course he is going to go away rather than come closer; people whose love language is physical touch often have their hate language as isolation. i didnt hurt him purely because he tried to take my bestie's bag, i hurt him because i wanted to. nick didnt kill max purely because he killed his father, he killed him because he wanted to.

there's more of the events where we just kind of make this internal bias that we know what the character is going through and that we would definitely make better decisions, but can you?? do you really think you can or you're just overestimating yourself or underestimating the actual thing going on with the character??

i have made this mistake too, i know. i have taken some time to reflect back though and now i can say that yes i have made harsh judgements too. i am changing that tho because i've got a lottt of time to sit down and think and yeah i guess we all need it time to time.

what im trying to say is, things are not black and white. its a spectrum, there's dark grey light grey. it's a lot. and until and unless you are capable of putting yourself in that type of situation or closer, it's better to not make concrete opinions. shit happens and people do things, real life people are just that, people.

anyways this was a long rant i probably lost my point halfway through but okay whateva

[snowfires]

SINCE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT WHAT IFS.. Kinda curious how it woulda gone if it were one of the other Bad Sanses that Reader healed instead of Killer! I have a feeling Cross will be one of the nicer ones and maybe Dust as the most hostile?

Ahh I’ve been waiting to answer this ask! I wanted to cover the events up to and including chapter 10 for this.

Major spoilers for chapter 10 under the cut! Go read that first.

Dust:

Having a human walk in when he is severely injured would incite a violent reaction in Dust. He’d lunge at you, trying to use the last of his strength to summon bones and kill you. You would have to wait until he knocked himself out to heal him.

Of course, seeing how dangerous he was, you wouldn’t heal him completely as you had for Killer. Instead, you’d heal him only enough so he would live before leaving.

Months later, when the Bad Sanses come for you and you flee to find Muffet, Dust recognizes you. He’s still aggressive—you are the enemy. But… he doesn’t choke you. Doesn’t play. Dust completes the mission as ordered, delivering you to Nightmare in his own arms. While he is still aggressive with you afterwards, it doesn’t take nearly as long for Dust to start liking you.

Horror:

Horror is the only member of the MTT that wouldn’t instantly attack you. You aren’t underground, so this is probably a pacifist timeline. Allowing you to approach is okay. You heal him completely and, like with Killer, end up passing out. While Killer was initially fascinated by your sacrificial healing, Horror is endeared to it right away. He stays with you until you rouse and insists on bringing you home.

When you hear his name, you’re overcome with fear, something that Horror takes note of. Of course, if you’ve travelled the multiverse you would have heard the rumours. He leaves you alone for a while, but when Cross ends up hurt around the time chapter five takes place, he brings the soldier to get fixed up by you.

Afterwards, Horror begins to visit more often, but not nearly as much as Killer. He slowly breaks down your walls, and you’re able to start liking him for who he is now, rather than fear his actions in the past. His crush on you isn’t something Horror will act on, not without you having met Dust first, but he’s a patient monster. He can bring you into their family eventually, convince Dust that you’d be good at their side.

When he and Cross find you in the alleyway, Horror is angry. You must have known the entire time and declined to tell him. How much had he told you about his family that you could use against them on behalf of the Stars?

Muffet helps you escape, and like in the fic itself, Killer captures you. But Horror takes a long time before he visits you in the dungeon. Eventually, he realizes how little you knew, and regains his affections for you.

Cross:

Fun fact about Cross—he’s only been in the gang five years and is still learning the complicated process of shortcutting between AUs. In this scenario, Cross would be so injured he jumps randomly, hoping to go back home but landing in an unknown world.

He is an absolute mess when a beautiful woman comes to heal him and hurts herself for him. He insists on taking you home himself.

The only problem is… he is stuck. With no way to call the others, because Cross hates phones and doesn’t bring them on missions. You offer him to stay at your home (which freaks him out), and the two of you end up living together for a whole month before the other’s find him. Why did it take them so long? Because Cross is in absolute bliss, rarely feeling anything negative. By the time they do find him, you’ve already started dating.

Cross leaves without telling you. That kind of life… it isn’t good for you.

He caves and comes back two weeks later, assisted by Killer. You continue your relationship (with Killer also starting to fall for you). When Nightmare sends them to find Dream’s healer, and Cross finds you in the alleyway, he realizes what’s happened. Unlike all of the others though, he doesn’t believe for a moment that you did this on purpose. Dream left you in the dark. This is his fault. He tries to help you leave, but you are ultimately caught by Nightmare.

Safe to say, Cross has a lot of explaining to do when they get home.

Nightmare:

Nightmare rarely gets injured. As mentioned in chapter ten, his corruption pieces him together after any attacks other than those from Dream. You find him in the woods, writhing in pain, and though it takes you a while to figure out how to heal his wounds, you eventually do.

Nightmare is… surprised. You must have a significant amount of power to be able to heal his wounds. He too returns you to your home, delighting in your collection of magical encyclopedias. He can bring you more. Teach you how to really use those powers.

Unfortunately, gaining favour from an eldritch being is not always a good thing. He starts to dump his boys in your apartment whenever they’re injured for you to heal, testing the limits of your abilities. His plan to take you in as their personal healer is solidified when Killer and Horror begin to like you.

The problem arises when he brings Cross to you. Unlike the MTT, Cross exclusively refers to Nightmare with his actual name. You realize just who you’ve been helping, assume Nightmare also knew this entire time, and are terrified.

Your fear and the weird behaviour that follows is all Nightmare needs to realize who you are. But of course, you didn’t know who he was all this time. He’s never sensed deceit from you. Perhaps there is a chance yet that you become their healer. He acts as if nothing has happened, insisting on spending more time together. He picks apart every assumption you ever had about who he is until you trust him again.

By the time Dream realizes who you’re spending time with, it’s too late. Nightmare has taken you from this AU.

What he wouldn’t know, however, is just how willingly you went with him.

Error:

No thanks. Absolutely not. Error does not want anyone touching him when he’s injured, let alone Ink’s anomaly. Any attempts to help him end with you wrapped up in his strings and booted to the Doodleverse for Ink to find. He’ll fix himself up on his own.

[brain4stew]

HIII!! I saw you take requests and I just had to send one in to ya :D you seem so cool btw but anyways here I go lolz

May I request Mafioso and 1x1x1x1 (separately) X GN! Reader general dating HC’S? Like what they would do for their partner, what dates they would take them on, basically all the things in their love life :)

Thank you if you do this!! I’ll probably send in another request once I have any more ideas, this was the best I could think of :,)

Hi hi! Tysm! You’re also cool!! 🫶🫶

Of course, do not hesitate to ask me! I’ll see what I can do and get done! Take the time you need to think, and do whatever you need to do! And please do remember to eat and drink when you can and want! 🫶🫶

(As I’ve stated in the other posts, I do not entirely know the characters personalities and so, but I will try and make them NOT OOC!)

Anyway! Headcanons under the cut! ;

(Mafioso)

• To say that you and him are dating, that’s surprising. I have no idea how you managed to do it, but you did.

• He loves you, really! He takes you on walks, to the parks, and to the stores when he has time! (Just hope that Eunoia lets him take a break that is…)

• I don’t think he’s much of a PDA person, but when he is, you might be shocked, if not happy.

• He’s quite clingy behind doors, as he knows that he’ll be safe from whatever and whoever. He’ll hug you, hold your hands, and maybe even cuddle you!

• Out in public, he’s a bit more guarded, as he doesn’t exactly know who is a threat or not. He does however, hold one of your hands at the very least.

• If he sees you’re cold, or you say that you’re cold, you can bet that he’ll take his coat off, and put it over you. You look adorable in his coat, that he sometimes finds himself just, staring, in awe.

• For dates, I think he’d rather go in private. Like lounging in your apartment, cuddling and watching movies, eating together, and maybe sleeping together! (Not the nasty kind, that’s not what this post is about…)

• If he sees you’re cold struggling with something, you can bet that he’ll be careful, and there for you. Whatever it is you’re struggling with, he’s there for you.

(1x1x1x1)

• First off all, HIM?! HOW?! WHY?! That man is basically the embodiment of hatred!

• How you two ended up dating is… A mystery to say the least. (He accidentally killed you when you took a hit for Elliot in one of the rounds, and he got hooked for some reason.)

• He is NOT a PDA person (thing?), but, behind closed doors, just drag him to a couch or bed, and he’ll go limp against you.

• Just hug, cuddle and pat his back/head, and he’ll be putty in your arms… (In secret of course!)

• He mostly prefers dates in your apartment, as he doesn’t want his minions to see you, or him, being affectionate with each other. Nor does he want other people, or, pests, as he calls them… To see either.

• This guy, I kid you not. He’ll be a menace if you and him were to watch any type of horror movies together. You can pause the movie, just to go to the bathroom, and when you get back to the couch? He’s gone. (He’s somehow behind you, so, just turn and hug him, and he’ll be stunned for a moment, before grumbling in feign annoyance.)

• Unfortunately for you, or the both of you… If you’re struggling with something, he does NOT know how to help you. As he’s quite literally the embodiment of hatred… He’ll stay by you however, but, he won’t be able to speak, or do anything when you’re struggling.

• (You can hug him if you’re struggling with something, he doesn’t seem to mind it. As long as you’re okay and happy, he’ll allow it.)

[ask-postcrash-curly]

HEY!(I hope that didn’t hurt you:)) my lovely darling captain! I wanna hug you so bad. That would hurt right? Sad? Really do love you. So uh- back to a couple of questions? You don’t mind answering questions for me right? I know they might be weird at times…… I’ll stop if you want me too.

Crew questions

1: Jimmy……. How has been he treating you? Terrible I would think so, but still also I’m not sayings it your fault that this happened. Even though I- it’s not I promise. But did you see signs that he was well….going rather insane? Maybe if you helped get therapy it wouldn’t happened right?

2:Anya! You love her right?(not in that way weirdo.) does she ever spend time talking to you anymore? If she does must really suck not being able to respond hahaha why am I laughing? Apologies.

3: Swansea, does he ever come to you anymore?

4: Daisuke do you want him on this ship?

I did say I would grab you an audio book…. I promise I will! I just need to find it. Do you hate me captain? You can I did some bad things to you before…… I’m really sorry about that…..oh also I spawned something. *I hold out a pink chubby little thing with a tail it kinda reminds him of a hairless cat.* I don’t how I did it? So um what do I do with it? What should I name it.

Oh also to answer your question why I’m so nice to you right well…… I was bored of being mean.

Hey. You’re all right. Hugging would hurt, yeah. Happy to answer more questions, but try to keep them normal if that’s okay.

One: Hasn’t hit me again. Came close though. Anya stopped asking him to give me pills after how angry he got at her last time, but he keeps offering, so that’s a pain because he’s always so rough about it. Not even on purpose. He’s just not a nurse. …No, I didn’t expect him to try to kill us all. I was afraid of what he’d do but I never expected something that drastic.

Two: Of course. She’s talked to me quite a lot today, honestly. She was quieter for a time after Jimmy yelled at her, but today she’s had a lot to say. Been telling me about her life back home. It’s nice. (Yeah. It sucks.)

Three: Hasn’t come in since the day he took the radio.

Four: I don’t want any of us on this ship. He’s a good guy, great for companionship, but if he hadn’t gotten on this ship he wouldn’t be trapped here now.

I told you I don’t hate you, yeah? Just… wary. Sorry. You should name it random creature in your walls.

…Oh. Okay. Won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Please do let me know if you’re bored of being nice so that I can make it more interesting for you.

[pleasantspark]

To make it abundantly clear. I do see @chaifootsteps as a friend. A close associate. But it doesn't mean spreading false allegations. Just like the pitchforked. I don't like Proshippers or Zoophiles but I don't obsess over calling Chai out 447744747 times over blatantly disproven claims. And thanks to @doodler16 Chai had delivered on concerns that brought up.

I'm a victim of CSA, Grooming and a plethora of false allegations. To have people freak out about the drawing of a chibi character (I don't really understand the difference between the two. Because Cub is child like and chibi is just miniature. People mistake the two a lot.)

"These came from credible SOURCES!!!!"

The screenshots you are referencing and the anti-chai crowd are getting it from DaniDraws and other problematic Twitter users. The same people who exclusively defended against the things YOU claim CHAI did.

They accused Chai of shit that seems to be out of nowhere. Going off assumptions rather then actual logic. Because the crash outs I see is really fucking telling. You can claim someone is a Murderer for wanting to kill a fictional character and the person accusing them of it would be attacked but THE AUDICITY WHEN I A GROWN WOMAN LIKES CELL, A BUG!!!1! INCECTAPHILLA! YOU'RE A ZOOPHILE!

If you're this butthurt about people TRYING to change maybe I don't know? Ignore them. This drama all started because people genuinely can't take a hint and solve this shit in private. And no it's not because "Ohhh I couldn't contact them bc their DMs are private" its really dumb af because this person could've asked someone else to help them contact them, which shows you DIDN'T want to handle it.

I'm sorry if I am laying Heavy on this person but I am sick and tired of false allegations that were proven by the accusee of being false or warped or even worse misconstrued being used around. If you have a problem with someone, go to them. Refusing to confront them but rather call them out as the various people (Newsflash some people who are criticizing them in your Anon Box/Reblogs are on the side of the Stans so they will OF COURSE overexaggerate claims.) who I see are COWARDS who can't even leave a message or go to me to sort an arrangement out, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN HIMSELF, I have a server where you can sort this shit out.

Some of you are what? in your 20s? Adults? Functioning members of society but you cannot handle talking to people or hiring someone to middleman it? I am genuinely embarrassed of you guys, perpetrating false allegations and pushing the guilty by association just for PEOPLE trying to educate you? No, none of you should be critics at all if you're gonna act like stans, if you disagree and still believe Chai is guilty after his clarifications, then fine by me. No one's gonna change your mind. I just find it time consuming and all in all stupid to continue to focus on shit NO ONE really cares about or just finding more reasons to hate.

Sounds like stans amiright? So whenever you cross a post that has some allegations, don't go get the pitchforks, consider it as false before proven. You are not helping the case, and Tumblr is going to become the next coming of Twitter if we all don't treat allegations as skepticism. Goodnight, and this is my final message.

[beevean]

what are your favorite attention to details in Castlevania games ?

feel free to make a list if you want.

Not sure if it counts, but I'm still fascinated by the progression between sections in SoTN, especially going from the Marble Gallery to the Catacombs. It's one of those things that make the place feel real. What does count, however, is that the flowing lava at the bottom of the Catacombs, underground, is matched by floating ice at the top of the Reverse Catacombs, up in the clouds.

(other cute details are the fact that Alucard screams in terror when elevators fall, he shouts "WHAT" if he gets stuck in a place too small for him, and tosses peanuts in the air to catch them :P)

I noticed this change in the two castles of Harmony of Dissonance and I can't stop thinking about it. The small chapel of Castle A was turned into a room of science in the cursed Castle B.

In Lament of Innocence, Leon has a reflection on the floor of the Pagoda of the Misty Moon, but Joachim, a vampire, doesn't. A similar attention to detail is that when you play as him, the Rosary (basically a screen nuke) is replaced with a Bloody Skull: of course a vampire would also be incinerated by a holy symbol lol

^ notice how the Leon doppelganger has a reflection

Hector can parry cannonballs. I don't know if it counts, but I'll mention it because it sends me into laughing fits.

Also not sure if it counts as a detail, but I remember realizing something interesting about the disposition of levels here. The Abandoned Castle, which is heavily implied to be the castle of Dracula's Curse, connects to the Forest of Jigramunt, which not only connects itself to Cordova Town, a zombie town clearly left abandoned and decayed, but also to the Cave of Jigramunt, which hosts a peculiar statue...

This is the Evil God that gave Dracula his powers in CV3, and is the final boss you face.

What I'm trying to say is that I fully believe this statue, buried underground, might have strengthened Dracula's Curse. And who lived in the forest, near the castle ruins, for three years, succumbing more and more to the Curse?

And who was executed in a town where the Curse turned people's heart black with anger and fear? :)

(incidentally, Cordova Town is also where you first fight Isaac)

... oh and I love that if you use the Dominus Union in OoE in any moment other than the very end of the game, Shanoa dies.

There's no warning, she doesn't think "I'd rather not". She can kill herself like that if you so wish. What did you expect? And with how she sees herself as nothing but a tool, no wonder she'd have no self-preservation. I also once had a conversation about the reason why Shanoa doesn't just blast Dracula in the face with the Dominus, but whittles down his health before using it as a last-ditch resort.

[poriosg]

I rather focus on one project than have a lot of WIPs, so you're getting a taste of the next chapter of my Life Series Danganronpa AU. The limited amount of prose and not wanting to give anything too spoilery made it a bit hard, though.

S - "So we reached this point. I figured we’d get here eventually, but not gonna lie, I hoped we wouldn’t need it. Looks like I expected too much. Oh well, now we have a way to settle this debate for good."

P - "Plus come on, we all know which one of them would be more willing to kill someone, right?"

"As if! You only hate me and think I did it because I tried to kill you one time, grow up."

A - "And what happened to ‘not calling any names’? Sure, it’s fine when you do it."

C - "Can’t say there’s anything really clearing him, though. Why do I protect him so stubbornly anyway? Am I like Scar? Do I... want to trust him? Maybe it is him, and I should bite the bullet and end this... Eh, on the other hand, I can play devil’s advocate for a while longer."

E - "Everyone, take off your clothes."

I wanted to put basically my favourite interaction I've written for this chapter so far for "E", but it's a bit too long and it hits a lot weaker without context, so I won't.

Word Wip Ask Game

Rules: You are given a word, and must share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

I was sorta tagged by @ixtaek (Thanks!), and am starting a new post because the first one was rather long. The word I was given is FAN, and all excerpts are from my original story "Blood & Aether".

F - For his part, Plow bore his trusty shovel (the shaft of which was carved from the heartwood of a bluewood) over one shoulder like a spear at rest as he marched ahead.

A - "Actually … uh … I need some of your blood."

N - Not that its architecture or street life were ugly or even bland; there just wasn’t anything particularly striking about the place one way or the other, not once one got past the abundance of waterrises coming off of the lake. Just another Picerpbury settlement.

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I'm not sure who among my followers is also a writer, so I'll leave it open. If you see this and you want to be tagged, then you are tagged. Your word is ... STORY.

[radio-venom]

no. listen. a twin fight is different. you’re the same, you’re nothing like them, you’re enemies, you know each other better than anyone, you will never understand them, you’ve been compared since birth, you’re each other’s oldest companion, you’d kill each other, you’d kill for each other, you’re each other’s reflection, you know everything that’s hurts them the most and you can tear them to shreds better than anyone on earth and they can do the same to you. you are hurting yourself.