You know, something something Arthur desperately wanted to see the good in magic at any opportunity he was given.
When Gwen was first accused, when he first met Morgause, when he wanted to save Uther using magic, when he saved the woman from being burnt in that small village, when he was given a choice by the Disir, when he was determined to save Gwen from Morgana's dark magic...
(Honourable mentions include when he saved Mordred and argued with Uther about the Druids being peaceful (they are magic adjacent after all) - and well, given the second honourable mention being his remorse for the raid on the Druid camp when he was young, it's understandable that it comes from some sort of trauma. And of course, the result of that remorse was the promise that he would do everything to prevent it ever happening again, and that he would treat the Druids with respect. Hell, even with Kara he was respectful, even though she committed actual literal treason in the form of an attempted assassination of Camelot's king)
Of course, at every opportunity, Arthur's view that there is good in magic, that not all sorcerers are evil, that perhaps his father was wrong, or that his father had lied, ends up being proven wrong, at least in his eyes.
Time and time again Arthur is shown to consider magic as a more neutral force, like almost as if he's desperate for it to be true. It isn't even necessarily his fault that the opinions about magic and sorcerers that Uther taught him becomes reinforced once again.
The fact that he can even think critically about magic at all is a miracle alone. Like this man who has only ever known sorcerers to use magic for evil purposes, to destroy Camelot, attempt to assassinate him, attempt to assassinate his father, to harm those he cares about - and yet he still he still falls back on, what if magic can be good, what if we're wrong, what if, what if, what if--
And it's only when magic itself reveals himself to Arthur that he can finally see that yes, magic can be good.
Because if Merlin is good, if Merlin is the same person even with magic, then magic is neutral, and sorcerers aren't inherently evil.
Arthur was always going to accept magic, that's the thing, that's hardcoded into his character, he just needed the right push, and that push was always going to be Merlin.
Because as Arthur dies in Merlin's arms, blanketed by magic itself, he accepts that even with all of Merlin's magic, his life cannot be saved, magic cannot save him.
But he accepts it, and accepts Merlin, and he dies having brought about all that Merlin ever dreamt of, truly dreamt of, that Arthur would see him for him, and accept him and his magic. And more than that, what Arthur truly ends up doing is embracing it.
Arthur for whatever reason, perhaps because he was born of magic, perhaps because his soulmate is magic itself, perhaps because he has a heart of gold, wanted to see the good in magic at any given opportunity that presented itself, even though with all that Uther taught him, he never should have seen it that way.
It's just, it's so fascinating, and it's so heartbreaking that when he finally knew, he died. But he'll return, and I'm sure then he can build something better with Merlin, really bring magic back to a time that needs it :)
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A/N: Haha caregiver!Venture make dopamine go bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr so I made some head canons in between working on requests again because cope. I also started this at 2:00 AM and finished it at 7:00 AM wwweeeeeeeeee!!! *spins around* I am so tired!!! My wrists and fingers hurt!!! Send help!!!
Premise: GN!Reader keeps their small side a secret– but apparently not very well.
Warnings: No warnings! Just fluff! *twenty confetti cannons all explode at once*
✎ᝰ Opening up about something that's private is hard.
✎ᝰ Opening up about something that's stigmatized is even worse.
✎ᝰ It wasn't something that you particularly enjoyed talking about, either.
✎ᝰ 'Oh, I'm shopping for my niece/nephew. I'm too old for toys... duh!'
✎ᝰ 'Lots of adults color, is it really that weird?'
✎ᝰ 'Even adults watch Bluey, it's just a cute show!'
✎ᝰ People still gave you looks– but it's not a lie. Whenever life was giving you a hard time, sometimes you colored.
✎ᝰ Other times you blew bubbles and watched them drift in the wind like dandelions.
✎ᝰ Sometimes you make a little hot cocoa in a cute mug and rewatch Bluey all the way through.
✎ᝰ Everything you did now was so much better than the destructive habits you had back then.
✎ᝰ You had crawled tooth and nail out of hell and you had no plans on going back anytime soon. Or ever again.
✎ᝰ And yet, you felt embarrassed whenever someone asked you about it.
✎ᝰ You were no stranger to being misunderstood and misinterpreted.
✎ᝰ So when your beloved walks in the middle of your Bluey marathon, you were low key terrified.
✎ᝰ "Uh, I can explain–" You reach for the remote from underneath your blanket.
✎ᝰ "Oh! Nice! I love Bluey!" They flop down on the couch beside you.
✎ᝰ Bullet dodged, for now.
✎ᝰ "What made you wanna watch Bluey?" They ask.
✎ᝰ You tense up again, casting your gaze away from them.
✎ᝰ "No real reason." You reply. You really couldn't think of a better excuse.
✎ᝰ They softly chuckle at your response. "That's why I call you bebé~!"
✎ᝰ You can feel your heart leap in your chest, partially out of nervousness and partially out of joy.
✎ᝰ They reach over to nuzzle your face, rubbing your noses together to give you bunny kisses.
✎ᝰ "You're just so cute!" They begin to pepper kisses to your face. "Mi conejo~!"
✎ᝰ They reach to move your stuffie so they could cuddle up to you.
✎ᝰ "Wait–" You involuntarily take it back out of panic. "I need him–"
✎ᝰ "Him...?" They question.
✎ᝰ "Never mind." You try to backtrack and save yourself, feeling shame burn a light shade of pink onto your face.
✎ᝰ "Does he have a name?" They play along.
✎ᝰ You're quiet for a moment. You realized never named your fluffy friend when you bought him.
✎ᝰ "I never gave him one." You explain. "I guess I didn't think about it."
✎ᝰ "Hmm. How about Pompón, because he's nice and soft! Señor Pompón!"
✎ᝰ You hold Señor Pompón close to your chest before nestling into his fur.
✎ᝰ "Does Señor Pompón mind if I cuddle with you?" They ask.
✎ᝰ "Of course not!"
✎ᝰ Their arms wrap around you, making sure to include your stuffie in their embrace.
✎ᝰ You instantly melt into their touch before placing your head on their chest for comfort.
✎ᝰ Their hand softly rubs your back and they place a kiss on top of your head.
✎ᝰ "Mi amorcito..." Their voice is gentle like milk and honey.
✎ᝰ "... are you feeling small?" They ask.
✎ᝰ All the color drains from your face and you feel your heart leap into your throat.
✎ᝰ "N-no!" Your voice squeaks in horror. "Why would you think that?"
✎ᝰ They grin. "I had some suspicions."
✎ᝰ If '?!?!?!?!?!?!' made a noise, then that's definitely the one you made.
✎ᝰ "Mi conejo, you don't have to hide yourself from me. It's okay. I'm happy that you're happy. That's all that matters to me– okay?"
✎ᝰ You blink anxious tears from your eyes.
✎ᝰ "I love you when you're big, and I love you when you're small. It makes no difference to me as long as you feel safe."
✎ᝰ You look up at your beloved with starry doe eyes. You could not believe what you were hearing.
✎ᝰ "I've seen you on your worst days. If being small makes you feel better, then be small, mi bebé. I won't judge you. I'll be here with you if you want me to be."
✎ᝰ You're dumbfounded, near speechless. "I– You–? Please stay–" You lean into their body and they hold you tight. "I–"
✎ᝰ "Shh. I'm right here." They reassure you with the same silky, smooth voice.
✎ᝰ You feel your heart start to soften with their words, moving your arms from around Señor Pompón and now returning the hug from your beloved instead.
✎ᝰ "Te amo, mi bebé!" They place more kisses to your bright pink face. "Cutie!"
✎ᝰ You lightly giggle from all the affection before you feel yourself running out of breath. All the fear you felt lessen with each laugh.
✎ᝰ "Mi bebé feliz~! Mi bebé feliz es tan mono~!"
✎ᝰ In between the laughter and kisses you feel tears dripping from your eyes– but not from sadness.
✎ᝰ They reach up to wipe your face dry with their sleeve.
✎ᝰ "Can we color later?" You wonder, eyes bright and filled with joy.
✎ᝰ They playfully ruffle your hair. "Of course, conejo. Will you color a picture for me?"
✎ᝰ You feel a fuzzy warmth filling your body from head to toe. "So! Many!" You exclaim. "All the pictures! For you!"
✎ᝰ "Oh? I don't think we have enough room on the fridge for all the pictures!" They point out.
✎ᝰ "Oh. Maybe just one for now then–" You start to reach for the drawers on the coffee table and pull out your coloring supplies.
✎ᝰ "Wow. You're already prepared." They watch as you get to work doodling with your crayons.
✎ᝰ "Coloring is serious business." You reply.
✎ᝰ You sketch yourself holding hands with your beloved.
✎ᝰ They watch as you carefully mark the blank sheet of paper with various shapes and colors, creating your masterpiece piece by piece.
✎ᝰ "You're so talented!" Their hand slowly strokes your fluffy hair as you color away with content. You feel a smile forming across your expression.
✎ᝰ You draw an arrow pointing to yourself and write your name in your favorite color.
✎ᝰ You draw a second arrow pointing to Sloan and write Nini in yellow, finishing it with a cutesy heart surrounding the letters.
✎ᝰ They reach down and place a kiss to your head. "I love it so much, conejo! Actually, can I keep this one with me?" They ask.
✎ᝰ "Of course." You look up at them with a look of pure felicity.
✎ᝰ "I promise I'll take good care of it!" They delicately fold it just enough to fit it inside of their wallet before placing it back into their pocket.
✎ᝰ "Now– can you color me a photo for the fridge?" They request.
✎ᝰ You don't reply. You simply look back down, grab your crayons, and get back to work.
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