#and the rest of the gang toooo

[hourly-yugi]

#i think im nearing where season 0 left off #yu gi oh #yugioh #yami yuugi #yami bakura #ryou bakura #and the rest of the gang toooo #jounouchi katsuya #hiroto honda #anzu mazaki #volume 7 chapter 58 #yugi mutou

[messrmoonyy]

-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea

Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)

Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur Morgan

- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you

- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.

- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3

- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.

- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.

- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.

- Forehead kisses!!!!!

- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.

- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you

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- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.

- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him

- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “

- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.

- Refuses to finish before you ever.

- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “

- Grips The headboard.

John Marston

- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.

- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘

- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.

- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.

- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.

- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he’s ready to start swinging.

- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.

- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.

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- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.

- Not very serious most of the time.

- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.

- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.

- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.

- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.

- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.

Dutch Van Der Linde

- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.

- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.

- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.

- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.

- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.

- Reads to you a lot.

- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.

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- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur

- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.

- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde

- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.

- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.

- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “

- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.

- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.

- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.

Sadie Adler

- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.

- Shes just so sweet to you.

- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat

- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.

- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.

- Big spoon.

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- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom

- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While

- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you

- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “

- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.

- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.

- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time

- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.

Molly O’Shea

- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.

- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being

- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “

- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.

- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red

- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes

- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.

- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.

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- Pillow princess. End of story.

- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes

- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.

- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.

- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.

- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.

- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.

- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.

#disclaimer as always with hcs #these are my thoughts and not to be taken too seriously #don’t get salty if you don’t agree. #my hcs for any character seem to draw at least one salty person out #it’s fic! enjoy it! #arthur morgan x reader #Dutch van der Linde x reader #molly O’Shea x reader #John Marston x reader #Arthur Morgan #molly o'shea #sadie adler #john marston #dutch van der linde #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #x you #fluff #smut #sadie adler x reader

[missamyrisa2]

just a normal Friday evening where once again I'm thinking about that old realtickling video [40 Female Fingers] where five women take turns getting gang tickled. One of the ticklers, a tall shy brunette, goes second to last and is initially taunting them, saying they haven't found "the spot" yet~ then one of them tries the ears... And she absolutely loses her mind, squealing & struggling madly in the restraints under those forty wiggly female fingers. There's always at least one lady at her ears like the tickles there make the rest of her body extra ticklish ~ and then it clearly becomes veryyyy erogenous, one lady remarking about an ear fetish as they start to experiment with licks and puffs of air on that spot~ as if her desperate gasps didn't give it away enough, her tiny nipples become visibly diamond hard over the course of the tickles~

What really makes it so amazing and hot thoughhh~

is going back and rewatching after she's been tickled to madness, and realizing that on all the girls who went before, this ticklee can be seen testing their ears~ I just ~~ mmmhh love that so much. It's like she was testing to see if anyone else had the same hotspottt and also dropping subtle hints of how to get her back when it was her turn~

And maybe I love it so much because that would probably be something I'd do~~ and my ears are such deathly hotttt spots toooo~<3

[sovereignzofdarkness]

Eldress Lard Cookie Headcanons that I came up with because the brainrot is INTENSE. I can't stop thinking about her she is my everything /pos

• Sprinkle's and Buttercream go on playdates and Sprinkles is always more gentle with Buttercream than the other Wyverns (if there IS any to be fair most of them are dead) because she's shy,,

• Margarine sometimes talks about his hunter gang meeting his (remaining) family members. Pitaya took this literally, told Hollyberry and Tart Tatine, and they set off to his village. Pitaya and Hollyberry definitely busted his door open one morning because they we're so excited to visit (mainly Pitaya because it was their idea but you get it),

• like I'm talking KICKED DOWN his door at 9am and was like "So about that family you're going on about!!" And Hollyberry brought a barrel of fancy juice with her for the occasion and everything. Snapdragon had JUST gotten put down for a nap (I hc that Snapdragon was taken home with Royal Margarine because they imprinted on him lol) so he was NOT happy. Tart Tatine just sighed in the background (she is SICK AND TIRED OF PITAYA!!! SHE WANTS THEM GONE!!!!)

• Eldress Lard Cookie makes some MEANNN pasta. Margarine shuts his mouth SOOO quick when she starts cooking in that kitchen. I mean, she's a grandma, she's built different!!

AHHH I love these!!!! 😭😭 warms my heart you like lard so much hehehe.. lets me know to definitely do more stuff w her in the future.

she's absolutely a great cook, having helped around the kitchen in the clan's hayday and and being the only one who really made meals when it was just her and margarine as he was growing up.

I'm not toooo sure how she'd interact w the rest of the Gang(tm) (I still haven't made up my mind if I want her and tarte to be exes or not lol...) but it's really funny to imagine she definitely Knows of hollyberry from her dragon hunting days so she's like "...sweet pinky berry cookie??" and just being absolutely confused by the kerfuffle happening so early in the morning. at least her grandson's finally made friends, y'know

#rev txt #eric oc #oc: eldress lard cookie

[aureiki]

Yuzuru, Chiaki, Sora? :0

Yuzuru

Sexuality Headcanon: Omni!

Gender Headcanon: cis male

A ship I have with said character: it should be rather obvious.. midoyuzu

A BROTP I have with said character: I like yuzuru and tori :)

A NOTP I have with said character: ibayuzu if it's romantic /lh idk they work better as like frenemies in my eyes

A random headcanon: probs still has a lot of habits from his time in camp idk if it's canon aside from his like thrill for fighting (in gang at least) but yea

General Opinion over said character: I used to not care about him like AT ALL .. embarrassingly enough I grew to like him more after I found out ab mdyz (which was out of random chance but that's a topic for another time unless u all wish to know) my thoughts on yuzu went from "who?" To "oh I like him :)" to him being like my top 3 fave akdjsjf

Sora

Sexuality Headcanon: aroace spec :)

Gender Headcanon: demi boy!

A ship I have with said character: Sorakasa.. torisora.. hinasora.. they should all hold hands I think

A BROTP I have with said character: him and the rest of switch + his roommates !!

A NOTP I have with said character: dunno I don't rlly mind

A random headcanon: does little dance motions as a stim I suppose bc I do it

General Opinion over said character: LOVEE HIM I love everyone in switch <3 he's such a silly guy and I adore him he deserves the world

Chiaki

Sexuality Headcanon: arospec bi!

Gender Headcanon: idk but he's transmasc affirm

A ship I have with said character: chiakana :3 not too big on these but I think they're neat; chiashu, chiakao

A BROTP I have with said character: him and kuro r bros in my eyes also him and ryusei juniors ..

A NOTP I have with said character: ... Would u he shocked if I told you I really dislike midochia LOL

A random headcanon: undiagnosed audhd type of guy I think he would wear those shaped sunglasses except they're not sunglasses they're his normal reading glasses

General Opinion over said character: cool guy that I like a normal amount (truth) he's just funny I find him super entertaining im not toooo into chiaki but I get the appeal

#sora harukawa #yuzuru fushimi #chiaki morisawa #i think they all have adhd #sora is autistic trust me

[romanken]

Currently set and undelusional in my roman opinions but the minute people start getting a little toooo serious in terms of apologism for the rest of the gang I am going to go full Guyyyyssss he's literally just doing horny business this doesnt mean anything cmonnnn ken and tom and everyone are just as complicit 🙄

#slash j. #succ lb

[blondeflora]

dream boi ~ part 2/2

#the sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #jessie #meddling kids #just s'more pics of me boi ♡♡ #in his ultra heaux state lmaoao #i rly can't stop with using this bucket hat tbh #all of my male chars have had it on at one point in time <. < #tainted #also today's new years eveeee!! #i think i've got plans tonight toooo #not sure tho #honestly just wanna get drunk and start 2018 out right :^) #also probly what jessie + the rest of the gang is gonna doooo lmao #i love you guys!!

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Merlin goes missing, and they find him in chains, looking blank:

Stories of the great power of Emrys have been spreading. But Merlin is still young, and though powerful, control alludes him, from time to time. What happens when those who crave power for themselves take that control from him? By force?

Part 2(final part)

TW: Graphic ish descriptions of violence/blood.

(This was requested a while ago, mind control being broken by the power of friendship)

Merlin was meant to be on a three day trip to gather some rare herbs for Gaius.

The former manservant thought that it was quite ironic, how “herb picking” had been one of his most often used excuses (after “the tavern”) for where he disappeared to when he was still hiding his magic, but now he was Court Sorcerer, Gaius actually made him do it.

This just meant that no one immediately panicked when he wasn’t back by sundown on the third day.

All knew how capable Merlin was. None of the Druid advisors had been sent a message through the link, and an irate dragon hadn’t shown up asking for help.

Meaning he probably just got lost or distracted; lost track of time. He’d be home by noon the next day, prattling on about something he’d seen, or someone he’d spoken to.

Gaius would give him a raised eyebrow and Arthur would punch him in the arm and he’d be all indignant, insisting that “I can look after myself, and honestly Arthur, I was only gone an extra half day, no need to be so panicked.” with a smirk.

When he still wasn’t back before sundown on the fifth day, The Gang started to really worry. They gather in the council room, just the nine of them (the five knights, Arthur, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana) to try to come up with some sort of explanation, or if needed, a plan.

Morgana speaks first, and the uncertainty on her face heightens the anxiety in everyone:

“I’ve tried looking for him, sensing him, but I can’t feel him at all. Like he’s completely disappeared from the world-”

At that, Arthur interrupts her, panic showing on his face, and his voice shaking:

“You don’t mean?-”

Morgana widens her eyes at the meaning the others had taken from her words:

“NO! No, not that, if he were... dead, I would feel that. I would be able to find his… I would be able to find him, and feel a sort of echo, feel the recent effects he’s had on the world around him. But I don’t, I just feel…. nothing. Like he never existed in the first place.”

Everyone looks extremely troubled at that. Morgana wasn’t nearly as powerful as Merlin, but he had been teaching her, and she was getting stronger. If this feeling of absence worried her, then it worried all of them.

Gaius speaks up after a few moments of silence:

“We could ask the Druids? They have a strong, permanent bond to him. It may help in finding him. If not…”

Arthur nods firmly as he replies to the room:

“If not, we track him down the old fashioned way. We managed before, we might just have to manage again now.”

The others nod at that, determined to not let Merlin down.

(Not let Merlin down again. None of them (other than Gaius, Lancelot, and Morgana of course) had reacted all that well to Merlin’s magic when they first learned the truth. And whilst that was years ago, and Merlin claimed to have forgiven them all immediately, they still felt guilty for the way they’d treated him in those first few hours/days.)

As it turns out, the three Druid advisors were equally worried, and had been in the process of hurrying to the council room to inform The King of the severed tie between themselves and Emrys, just as Arthur had decided to call for their presence.

The whole gang had to quell their panic, and remind themselves of Arthur’s words. They’d managed before, they would manage now.

At first light the next day, Arthur and the knights rode out. Morgana was left with the crown, with Gwen and Gaius as advisors to stay and support her.

The King tried to insist on leaving one or two of the knights behind as well, just in case, but they weren’t having it, and Morgana’s reminder of:

“Merlin is incredibly powerful, Arthur. If someone has been strong enough to subdue or hurt him, then you’ll need all the help you can get.”

-he reluctantly allowed all five of them to come.

Gaius had provided them with the directions, so they could start their search where Merlin was supposed to be, and go from there.

After a full day’s journey, they arrive at the first of two clearings, just before nightfall. After a thorough look around, they found that Merlin had in fact been there, but he left peacefully, and they found no sign that anyone else had travelled through recently.

So he hadn’t been taken from the first clearing. Arthur and Gwaine had wanted to push on through the night, the second of the two clearings was only a few hours away, but Leon gave them a stern look, and with support from the others, insisted that they rest for the night.

They could wake early and continue in the morning, but the horses (and the knights) were starving, and tired, and needed rest. They would be no use to Merlin at all if they turned up dead on their feet.

Elyan tried to volunteer for the first watch, but Arthur insisted he take it. No one really argued with him, they knew he wouldn’t sleep well anyway, not with Merlin missing, and potentially hurt.

Elyan did however wake up a few hours later (a pure coincidence, it definitely wasn’t because he asked Percival to cast a low-level enchantment that would wake him (I like to imagine that once things had settled, Merlin tries to teach the lads a little sorcery. Arthur is hopeless, as are Lancelot and Elyan, but Leon and Gwaine aren’t toooo bad, and Percival is fairly alright)) and insisted that The King get some sleep.

He didn’t like to do it often (Arthur’s head was already big enough) but Elyan did use a little flattery to his advantage:

“Come now, My Lord. You’re the strongest of all of us, and it’s your orders we follow, how can we expect to win if our leader can’t walk or think straight?”

Arthur mumbles something about how “Flattery won’t get you anywhere in court, Sir Elyan.” But dutifully allows himself to slip into a fitful rest.

As promised, they rise and pack up just before first light, choosing to eat whilst they ride out just as the sun rises over the horizon.

The second clearing they reach, tells a much different story to the first. The knights slow their horses down, and stare on in barely concealed horror at the scene laid out before them.

Merlin’s horse lay dead to the side of the clearing. They had clearly killed her deliberately so that Merlin couldn’t escape if he freed himself. That could be the only explanation. She wasn’t wearing her saddle, and was still tied to the tree: Merlin wasn’t riding her when the arrow was fired.

The ground was scorched almost entirely, and a few trees had been uprooted, with the remaining standing ones bearing scorch marks and sword scars higher than naturally possible.

Merlin had obviously fought back, but the small puddle of blood next to his dropped herb bag tells them that he had been injured before the fight even began. Whoever took him? Knew who he was.

After a moment of shocked silence, Arthur starts barking orders:

“Percival, check the horse and the herbs, try and figure out how long ago this happened. Gwaine, Elyan, Lancelot, have a good look around, try to find anything discarded by his attackers; we need to figure out who took him. See if you can learn how many there were, and how they attacked, we need to know if they themselves are magic, or if they just know how to fight magic. Me and Leon will check the surrounding areas to find out where they went. Leave your horses at the edge, we don’t want to muddy up any tracks.”

Everyone wordlessly nods, and they go about their tasks quickly but thoroughly. No wants to make any mistakes here, Merlin is incredibly important to them, and they couldn’t risk going in to this blind.

They work in silence, and once Arthur and Leon return from their scouting ahead thirty minutes or so later, they gather the horses once more and huddle at the edge of the clearing.

Arthur looks to Percival expectantly, and he reports his findings quickly:

“Going by the carcass and the herbs Merlin had already cut, this happened maybe four or five days ago? Considering he was obviously still picking, and not just dawdling-”

(he gestures to the bag that he had picked up and attached to his saddlebags)

“-I’d say he was taken in the afternoon of the second day.”

Arthur clenches his jaw at that, that was five days ago. Hopefully they hadn’t travelled too far, and weren’t still travelling, otherwise it would take far too long to track them down.

He looks to Lancelot next:

“We found two bodies, average, plain armour, and it didn’t look like anything had been taken from them after they died. One of them did have this in his pocket-”

He looks grim as he says this, and hands over a very crumpled piece of parchment. On it, there was a rough sketch of Merlin’s face, and the Pendragon crest. It was rough, old, clearly drawn from memory, but there could be no mistaking who it was.

Arthur looks angry at that, but tucks it into his saddlebag before gesturing for Lancelot to continue:

“I don’t think they used magic, at least not combative magic-”

He gestures around the clearing, at the scorch marks:

“All of the blows seem to be extending out from the middle, from where Merlin was stood: he fought back with magic, but they used normal weapons.”

Lancelot looks to Gwaine, and he wastes no time in telling the group what he found:

“There was a broken off arrow shaft next to Merlin’s bag, someone shot him. I couldn’t find the head, so it’s still in him most likely, we need to be prepared to clean an infection when we find him-”

Percival interrupts him:

“I had a look through his bag, there’s a lot of useful stuff in here, so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

Gwaine nods and lets out a sigh of relief before continuing:

“The arrow shaft stunk, and his blood was funky. I’m guessing they soaked it in mandrake or something to knock him out. Otherwise he would’ve decimated this lot. They would’ve only had to avoid his attacks for two or three minutes at most before he passed out. And even then, he wouldn’t have been all that coordinated.”

Everyone worries at this. Every new bit of information just tells them that whoever took Merlin knew exactly who he was, and what he was capable of.

Elyan speaks up next:

“Going from the tracks, I’d say there was six or seven others, not including our two corpses. They were spread evenly around the clearing so he could only attack at one at a time, all they had to do was aim one good shot, and wait it out. They may not have used magic to attack, but they must have hidden themselves somehow: there’s no way that Merlin wouldn’t have felt them coming, we’re in the middle of a forest, this is his domain.”

Arthur hums thoughtfully and nods, before speaking to the group:

“I agree with your assessment of seven other attackers. Me and Leon found a large group of tracks, from multiple people, coming from the North, but they split up and spread around the clearing about a quarter of a mile out. No has any idea who they were?”

Everyone shakes their heads, and Lancelot speaks once again:

“No. The armour was non-descript, the weapons left behind were nothing special. They had no tattoos, nothing of value on them, no defining marks, sigils, or crests. Nothing. Either they were randomly hired mercenaries, or they were clever enough to not carry anything that could identify them, or their masters.”

Arthur growls in annoyance and nods once again. The Knights all gather their horses and follow Arthur and Leon’s quick pace out of the clearing, towards the tracks they had found.

At Arthur’s instruction, they split into two groups, one following along about 10 feet to the left of the tracks, the other, the same to the right.

They needed to be careful, the group who had taken Merlin were obviously well informed professionals, and would know that it wouldn’t be long before someone came looking. They didn’t want to run into any traps or ambushes by following the exact same path the kidnappers had.

~

The Knights follow the trail for another couple of days, taking few breaks, and spending the majority of it in silence; not even Gwaine is being talkative.

A few hours into their tracking, there was another battle arena (though much smaller than the last).

They didn’t stick around for long, it was likely that the mandrake had worn off quicker than expected, and Merlin had tried to escape. Once they saw Lancelot turn pale as he picked up a bloody rock, they hurried their horses along the trail even faster than before.

It was around noon on the third day since they left the second clearing, that they notice the tracks getting significantly fresher: the kidnappers (who had been on foot, meaning the knights were making good time anyway) had slowed down; they must almost be there.

That evening, they finally came across what appeared to be a rundown farm. The roof of the house was caved in, and there wasn’t even one fully intact fence in the whole property. A large barn further to the back of the area however, was in good condition.

The tracks went all over the overgrown farm, but focused mainly around the barn (going no further than the edge of the property) and the Knights could see the flickering light of a fire glow through the gaps between planks of woods.

They tied their horses up a few metres in to the treeline. Normally having horses during the attack would be useful, but they were at least a four days journey from the capital (on horses, closer to two weeks on foot), and depending on the state Merlin is in, he may not be able to walk it. They needed to leave the horses undamaged and with energy enough to flee if they had to.

Arthur sends everyone off to scout the area, learn what they could, and they gather once more about five minutes later, hidden behind the rundown house to avoid being spotted.

Leon speaks first:

“I got as close as I could without being seen, there are about twenty-five men in there. I didn’t recognise any of them, and none of them had any identifying marks, but there was one man who was clearly in charge. Larger than the rest, had nicer clothes, a large key on a chain around his neck.”

Arthur perks up at that:

“Might unlock whatever is holding Merlin. Did you see him?”

Leon sighed and shook his head grimly:

“No, but the fire lit only the middle of the room, I couldn’t see in the corners or along the edges.”

Percival speaks next, quickly adding what he had learnt:

“There’s no one else in any of the other buildings, and no fresh tracks leading away from the area. Merlin must be in there with them.”

Leon hums in agreement before continuing:

“They weren’t... drunk. But they are drinking. It might be worth it to wait for a few more hours so we have more of an advantage. There’s only six of us remember, we-.”

Gwaine shakes his head roughly, interrupting:

“We can’t wait. Who knows what they’ve done to Merlin, but if they’re celebrating, and he isn’t fighting back, then it’s bad. We need to get him out of there as quickly as possible.”

Arthur hums thoughtfully as he thought through their options. Both of them had valid points, but the attackers wouldn’t go through all of this trouble just to kill Merlin, so he shouldn’t be in any imminent danger, and as much as he wanted to rescue him as soon as possible, they had to be careful.

He looks up at the group and replies confidently:

“We wait until the sun has disappeared completely. It should be no more than half an hour. That gives us the cover of darkness, and gives them time to lose a little more of their wits.”

Gwaine seems like he wants to argue, but a pointed look from Lancelot calms him, and the group go through the motions of checking their armour and weapons, preparing themselves fully for a difficult fight.

~

After spending the time preparing, and discussing their options, the group decided that the best plan was for them to split in to two.

Arthur, Elyan, and Gwaine were to rush through the large door at the front, and Leon, Percival, and Lancelot would sneak in through the small door at the back.

There was no way they would be able to hold on to the element of surprise for long, and it would be a difficult fight, but hopefully the first group would be distraction enough to allow the second group to kill at least a few people before they realised what was happening.

That, unfortunately, is not how things go.

After one last firm nod from Arthur, the group splits and heads as quietly as they can to their designated entrance. The King takes a deep breath before gesturing at Elyan, who pushes the door open with force, allowing Gwaine and Arthur to rush in without hesitation.

Elyan joins them, and they make a point to look at the enemy, so as not to draw attention to the other three sneaking in behind them.

It takes only a few seconds before Arthur realises something is wrong. None of the men seem angry, or even worried in the slightest, and as he spies Leon step silently forward to slit the throat of the man closest to him, he understands why.

Leon takes three steps fine, but on his fourth, he hits an invisible barrier, and is thrown back violently. He hits the wall with a crash, and falls to the floor, unconscious from the blow to his head.

The leader of the group glances briefly behind him before looking back to Arthur, amusement on his face. Arthur covers his confusion with anger, but before he can demand an explanation, the leader begins to speak:

“Looky here, boys! Kidnap one sorcerer, get six of Camelot’s finest knights free! That’s a pretty good deal if I do say so myself!”

The rooms breaks out into laughter, and Elyan takes a step forward, speaking in a dangerous tone:

“Well unfortunately, our sorcerer was not for sale. So if you would, we’d like him back.”

The leader chuckles once again, and the knights have to stop themselves going for an attack. Leon was just about starting to stir, and Lancelot stands protectively in front of him, waiting for the knight to right himself again.

“I’m not so sure he wants to be returned, good sir. I think you’ll find that he’s quite enjoying being under my service-”

He raises one hand and grips the ancient looking key that’s hanging around his neck, and looks to a darkened corner of the room before speaking again, louder this time:

“Isn’t that right, oh sorcerer of mine? Come here.”

The knights have to hold in a shudder at what they see.

Merlin, or what looks to be Merlin, judderingly walks out of the dark corner towards the key-holder. His left shoulder hangs oddly, and they can see the blood staining his clothes and dripping from his hand, leaving a trail on the floor. His feet drag across the ground, and his head nods and sways, like he is desperately trying not to collapse into unconsciousness. A wound on his temple still slowly seeps blood, and his hands shake.

He had a thick, metal collar around his neck, and two matching circlets around his wrists. Thick chains, the length of his arms, attach the cuffs to the collar (so that he still had full mobility, but all three circles of iron were connected), and as his body sways, the knights can see the skin beneath the metal has been rubbed raw, to the point of bleeding in some places.

But what was most striking, was the permanent golden glow of Merlin’s eyes, and the blank look on his face.

The golden colour didn’t quite match up to it’s normal hue, and seemed duller, sickly, somehow.

The knights stare on in horror as their friend, clearly not in control of his own actions, finishes his disjointed journey to his new master.

Arthur glares viciously at the man as he growls out:

“What have you done to-”

But before he can finish, a resounding thwack echoes around the room as a gauntleted hand connects with the side of Merlin’s face. 

The other bandits laugh as Merlin’s head rocks violently sideways. His head is angled towards the floor for just a moment before he looks back up at the leader, the blank look not having left his face, despite the blood now dribbling from his mouth and the dark bruise already forming on his cheek and jaw.

Gwaine lets out a growl, but before he can take a step forward, the leader speaks once again, a horrid grin on his face:

“Be a dear and subdue our new guests, sorcerer.”

Without hesitation, Merlin sidesteps the leader, giving him a direct line of sight to Lancelot, Leon, and Percival. He waves his hand at them, muttering something under his breath, and the three of them gasp as they lift off the floor, and go flying across the room towards the other knights.

Arthur only manages to widen his eyes in surprise before he’s bowled over by Percival, and before the group can react, they find themselves unarmed, and kneeling side by side; lined up in front of the leader, with Merlin’s hand extended towards them.

The bandits begin laughing once again, the leader the most uproarious of them all, as the knights struggle to break free from Merlin’s grasp.

Arthur is the only one who holds still, not resisting, as he tries to get Merlin to look at him, but the sorcerer isn’t paying any attention. It almost seemed like Merlin just... wasn’t present.  His body was stood in the barn, but his mind, his soul, were elsewhere, not even looking upon this earth, let alone stood in it.

Merlin’s blank face looks to the leader, and he doesn’t react at all as Arthur yells at him:

“Merlin! This isn’t you, he’s controlling you! You have to take back con-”

The leader interrupts him, his hand still gripping the slightly glowing key, as he directs himself to Merlin:

“Oh do shut them up, sorcerer.”

Merlin looks to the group once more, twisting his outstretched hand slightly. The knight’s voices are ripped form them suddenly, and silence permeates the barn for only a second before the bandits continue their laughter.

After a few minutes of the knights being unable to move or make any noise, the leader speaks up again:

“You know, sir knights,-”

He smacks Merlin again, in the same place as before, and the knights tense even more at their friend’s non-reaction:

“-I had thought, that the most fun part of having a pet sorcerer, would be the magic, and don’t get me wrong, it’s great, but-”

This time he aims a punch to Merlin’s abdomen. The Warlock bends over slightly, and takes a step back, before righting himself again, and returning to his original position:

“-I have discovered, in fact, that the most fun part is actually having a living punching bag, who can’t die as easy as the normal peasants and commoners I lay my hands on.”

He grins wickedly once more as he takes out a small dagger. The knight’s eyes all widen and they begin struggling even more against their magical bounds, as the leader drags the blade along Merlin’s outstretched arm.

The cut isn’t too deep, but it’s long, and bleeds enough for infection to be a definite worry.

Merlin’s head wavers slightly and his lip twitches, but he otherwise doesn’t move.

The leader looks to an almost tearful Arthur, and slowly, ever so slowly, pushes the blade into Merlin’s uninjured shoulder, as he grins:

“I wonder, sir knights, how much he can take.”

Arthur looks back to Merlin and sees him flinch, his face seeming more strained. Arthur hates himself for thinking it, but the more pain this jackass inflicts... the more aware Merlin seems to be becoming.

The glow in his eyes flickers, but only momentarily, and Arthur feels the ability to speak come back to him. He holds his breath for a moment, hoping that it’s just him (or that the others had the same idea as him). He lets it out a moment later when none of the knights make any noise.

He needs to pick his moment, wait until Merlin is most aware of his surroundings, before he tries to reach out to him.

It’s a difficult situation, a mix of not wanting Merlin to have to suffer, but also knowing that there is no way the knights could take him on. Not even with no other attackers to worry about. Not even with Merlin at partial strength. The only way for them to win this, is to get Merlin to come back to them.

The Knights watch on with horror, glares painted on their faces, as the leader removes the knife and steps away. He wipes the blood off the blade on Merlin’s clothes harshly, the pressure on his wound making the glow of his eyes flicker once again.

The arsehole looks to the rest of the grinning bandits, and yells:

“So, boys! Shall we see what our new pet can do? We have some lovely new test subjects after all!” A cheer goes up around the room, and the knights take in nervous breaths. They know what Merlin is capable of, and though he doesn’t show off his magic regularly, they’ve seen him angry, seen him when he has the least control of his magic; and right now, he has zero control. The only thing they could do is hope that this mercenary didn’t have a very vivid imagination.

At the bandit’s cheer, the leader turns around to sweep an assessing gaze over the knights. He hums thoughtfully, before waving his arm in Percival’s direction:

“He looks like a big guy, looks like he can take a lot. Break his arm for me, sorcerer.”

The others look to Percival in fear, but his only reaction is to take a deep breath, and clench his jaw.

Merlin tilts his head slightly, and moves his outstretched arm to be pointed at Percival. Arthur sees him swallow, and his hand shake slightly. He’s fighting it. The sorcerer stands still for just a moment, staring at a resolute Percival, but at the leader’s yell:

“DO IT!!”

-he closes his fist, quick as lightening, and a snap sounds out. Percival makes a pained face, but makes no noise as his arm hangs at his side.

Arthur casts a quick look at him, and is grateful for the lack of blood and odd angles. Merlin had managed to break his arm in the least damaging way possible.

Percival’s breath evens out, and he shakes the daze from his head before looking right at Merlin and saying:

“It’s alright, Merlin.” Arthur tenses slightly at that, but the bandit’s seem to be too drunk to notice the broken silence.

The leader bellows out again:

“Aw, well that was a little anti-climactic. Hmm... what about him-”

He gestures at Leon, who is now only slightly dazed, before continuing:

“-knock him out. Properly, this time.”

Merlin’s outstretched hand moves once again, pointing at Leon. Merlin hesitates for even longer this time. His hand shakes violently, and the glow in his eyes dulls (only slightly, but permanently this time) as Leon gives him a small smile, and nods at him.

The leader snarls before aiming a violent punch to Merlin’s side, before screaming:

“YOU ARE MINE!! STOP HESITATING YOU BEAST!″

This time, Merlin pulls his hand towards himself quickly, and Leon’s body tips forward. His head smacks off the floor with a sickening thud, and he doesn’t move from his place crumpled on the floor.

The others panic slightly at this, not being able to see Leon properly, but Arthur holds in a grin. He’s seen enough knights be knocked out to know that Leon was still conscious. Merlin had deliberately held back, cushioned his blow. There was no question that if he had really tried, Leon most certainly would have passed out, which means that Merlin is somewhat in control of his strength, if not his actions.

Arthur is grateful that Leon has the sense to lie still and keep his eyes closed. In order to remain convincing, The King plasters a sufficiently horrified look on his face as he looks from Leon to the Leader.

The man gives a satisfied hum, and turns to Lancelot, a loathsome smirk on his face:

“You, my friend, are far too calm for my liking. Let’s change that, shall we?”

The bandits let out yet another cheer (And Arthur is pleased to see that the majority of them are incredibly drunk at this point. He just needs Merlin to focus long enough for Arthur to grab the key) before he continues:

“Choke. Him. Out. I want to watch the life drain from his pathetically noble eyes. I want to see him panic as his breath is stolen from him. DO IT!”

Fear flash across Lancelot’s face, before he schools his features again. Gwaine, Percival, and Elyan do not manage to hide their panic at all, and Leon takes in an unnoticed deep breath from his place on the floor.

Arthur looks a tad worried, but this has got to be it. He knows how close Merlin and Lancelot are, there will be no better chance to try and break him from this pig’s control, he only needs a moment, and he can see Leon subtly preparing to pounce as well.

Merlin moves his arm to be pointed at Lancelot, and the knights can see their Warlock flinch slightly as Lancelot speaks a shaky smile on his face:

“It’s ok, Merlin, it’s not your fault.”

Merlin’s hesitation earns him a smack on the back of the head, and a second later, he turns his open hand to the ceiling. With that motion, Lancelot raises from the floor.

His hands go to his throat and his eyes widen a fraction as his feet kick, looking for purchase, but finding nothing.

Arthur gulps as he looks between Lancelot and Merlin, waiting for the last possible moment before he jumps into action.

The knights, thrash slightly trying to reach Lancelot as he begins to audibly choke. His legs kick more violently, and his face turns red, his eyes shut tight.

He manages to opens his eyes just a fraction, looking to Merlin and letting out a choked, barely audible:

“I... trust you... Merlin.”

Lancelot’s eyes close once again as his thrashing slows and he loses the last of the air in his lungs.

Arthur stares at Merlin intensely, and the moment a tear falls from his eye, he yells:

“Merlin, look at ME!”

The leader lets out an outraged yelp as Merlin drops his hand to his side, whipping his head around to stare at Arthur. Lancelot drops to the floor with a thud, and begins taking in sudden, deep breaths. The glow disappears briefly from Merlin’s eyes, and in that moment, he lifts a hand to his head, whispering “30 seconds”. The moment his fingers touch his temple, he crumples gracelessly to the floor.

Leon finally moves, jumping to catch Merlin before his heads makes contact with the floor and at the same time, Arthur leaps at the outraged Leader, tackling him to the floor roughly.

Percival moves to Lancelot, and quickly drags him, using his good arm, to the side of the room so that he can catch his breath. Gwaine and Elyan tackle the men who had been standing closest to them, and take their weapons, before moving quickly to stand above Arthur and The Arsehole (still wrestling on the floor).

Both of them hold their blades to his throat, and at his momentary hesitation, Arthur finally lands a good punch to his jaw, properly dazing him.

Arthur rips the chain from his neck and staggers back, leaving Gwaine and Elyan in front of him, not moving their weapons from the man’s neck.

All of this had happened in around five seconds, the knights following Arthur’s signal smoothly and in tandem (exactly like he had trusted they would), and the rest of the bandits too drunk to react quick enough.

The bandits had finally gathered themselves, and have their swords out and pointed at the gang, but before they could move forward, Elyan speaks:

“Take another step, and we’ll cut his throat.”

Arthur knew that that wouldn’t hold them for long. No honour among thieves, they didn’t care if he died because it just gave way for a power struggle, allowing one of them to come out on top as the new leader.

He glanced down at Merlin and Leon again before looking behind him to check on Lancelot and Percival. He counted in his head. Twelve seconds to go.

Elyan and Gwaine pulled the stuttering leader up by his clothes and drag him back. Gwaine stands behind him, his sword held across his throat, as Elyan takes his weapons from him and then moves to stand by Gwaine’s side.

Six seconds to go. Arthur isn’t really sure what he’s counting down to, but he trusts Merlin.

The bandits begin taking slow, drunken steps towards the gang once again. They may be pissed, but they also still vastly outnumber the knights, especially with Lancelot coughing his lungs out, Leon with at least a minor concussion, and Percival with a broken arm.

Three seconds... Two... One.

As the Arthur’s mental countdown reaches zero, he turns his head to check on Merlin, at the same time as the sorcerer opens his eyes once again.

His eyes shine bright golden once again (though still not quite normally), so brightly that Leon and Arthur have to shield their eyes for a moment. That moment is all it takes for the bandits to take action, and they surge towards the gang.

Gwaine pushes their leader into them, and his large form knocks two of them over. Gwaine and Elyan are the only ones who have weapons, so they hold off the first of the attackers as best they can. Percival picks up a still struggling Lancelot, and Leon and Arthur grab an arm each of Merlin. The five of them rush outside, and once Arthur yells back at them, Gwaine and Elyan turn and follow them. They shut the door quickly behind them, and Lancelot is dropped the floor, Merlin left standing blankly, as the rest of them throw their collective weight against the door. Percival speaks first, holding his broken arm to his chest, and bracing his shoulder against the middle of the door:

“Why isn’t... ugh... why isn’t he doing anything??”

Lancelot looks up from his place on the floor, and staggers to his feet, leaning on (a still blank) Merlin for support. He taps his face slightly and squeezes his hand, but still the sorcerer doesn’t react. His hand brushes against the cold metal of one of the cuffs, and he looks back to Arthur, still coughing lightly:

“He’s still bound! Please tell me you managed to hold on to that key?!”

Arthur nods, and Lancelot stumbles over, pressing his weight against the door with the others as another shove is felt from the other side. They wouldn’t be able to do this for long, the bandits were becoming more and more coordinated.

Elyan speaks up:

“We don’t have... no time to uncuff him, you’re in control Arthur just tell him to kill them or knock... or knock them out!”

Arthur looks angry at that, and shakes his head violently:

“No, I won’t take that control from him. I won’t.”

Leon yells next, his words slightly slurred, but understandable:

“You have no choice, Arthur. Just something simple!”

Arthur growls, and huffs as another, much harder shove hits the door. The gang almost stumbles back, but they brace themselves against the door once more, and Arthur shouts:

“Fine! Merlin, protect us!”

Without even a second’s hesitation, Merlin raises his hand towards them, and then pulls towards him. The knights all find themselves flying away from the barn, but land on their feet a few feet behind Merlin. 

The barn door opens with a crash, the first three men falling forward, but quickly being trampled on by their... co-workers... as they escape the building. Before they can make it far however, Merlin throws up his other hand, muttering something under his breath, and all of them are stopped, frozen in place.

Merlin keeps his hand stretched out towards them, and the knights hear one of them go “oh shit” under their breath, as the realisation crosses their faces.

The Warlock’s face remains blank, and after a few moments of the knights catching their breath, Arthur steps forward hesitatingly:

“Merlin?-”

Merlin tilts his head slightly, but doesn’t turn to look at him and Arthur gulps, and moves around to stand in front of him. He holds the key in one hand, and grips Merlin’s arm with the other, he speaks over Merlin’s shoulder to the others:

“I don’t see a keyhole or anything. How do I get this thing off him?!”

The knights shrug and move forward, examining the iron from a distance. Gwaine speaks first:

“Well, Merlin would know, right? Ask him.”

Arthur frowns slightly, he is really not liking this, but none of them have seen anything even slightly similar to this before:

“Merlin, do you know how to release yourself from this?” as he speaks, he shakes one of the chains, and hears the bandits behind him begin squeaking in fear.

Merlin still doesn’t look directly at him, staring straight ahead, eyes still glowing, one hand still outstretched, but he does give a slow nod.

Arthur gulps once more, and takes Merlin’s lowered hand. He presses the key into his palm, holding his hand over it and quietly says:

“Do it. Take it off.”

Merlin mutters something else, forcing the barrier he had placed around the bandits to stay in place. He closes his hand around the key, and without looking, touches the end of the key to the cuff on his other wrist. A hole opens up in the metal, and he pushes the key in, twisting only slightly before the cuff falls off his wrist entirely, still dangling by the chain attached to the collar.

The glow in his eyes instantly dims a bit, and he takes a staggered step back. He shakes his head slightly, and the key swaps hands. He does the same to the other cuff.

He falls to his knees, shaking, and the knights step forward to support him. He slowly lifts the key to the collar, and the same thing happens a third time. As the collar falls to the floor, the glow in his eyes flashes it’s normal, healthy colour, before disappearing entirely.

His blue eyes find Arthur’s momentarily, just long enough for Arthur to smile at him and nod. That’s all the convincing that “everything is ok” Merlin needs, and he promptly passes out, slumping forward.

Arthur just about catches him, and looks over his own shoulder panicked, thinking that with Merlin unconscious, the barrier would disappear.

It would appear that Merlin had thought of that, even in his state, and the barrier stayed in place, leaving Arthur and the knights to let out breaths of relief.

Now everyone has had time to catch their breath, and Merlin was free, they had a moment to realise how furious they were.

Gwaine looks ready to slaughter every man there, and every person they’ve ever spoken to, and even Lancelot looks pissed.

Arthur gathers Merlin up in his arms, carrying him bridal style and looks to the others:

“Grab our weapons from inside, quickly, we need to get out of here, I don’t know how long that's going to hold, or how long Merlin will be out. We need to get him to Gaius, and bring that... thing.”

He gestures to the set of cuffs still sat in the grass, and Leon steps forward to pick them up. Elyan and Gwaine stand guard in front of Arthur and Merlin, (still being the only ones who are actually armed) and Lancelot and Percival rush around the group of bandits, still frozen in place, and through the door into the barn.

They come out not even a minute later with everyone’s swords, and hand them out. Merlin begins to stir, and Arthur spares him a quick glance before gesturing back towards where they left the horses.

The group huddles together, Arthur with Merlin protected at the back, pointing their weapons at the bandits as they shuffle back, moving as quickly as they could, not daring to move their gazes from the kidnappers.

Merlin stirs once more, but settles quickly, probably still a while from waking up, and the group reaches the treeline before they begin to pick up the pace.

They finally reach their horses, and Gwaine quickly helps Arthur load Merlin up in front of The King, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder. 

Leon wraps the cuffs in a spare tunic before shoving them into a saddlebag, and the group takes one last look behind them, before galloping back in the direction of Camelot.

If they went by the crow flies, instead of detouring to those clearings, they could be back in three days, instead of the four and a half it had taken them to get here.

~

They ride through the night, trying to get as far away as possible, not taking any breaks, and only stopping to make camp a few hours after midnight.

Elyan splints and wraps Percival’s arm, Leon drinks plenty of water and tries not to pass out, and Lancelot coughs the whole journey, but other than that, there seems to be no lasting damage or serious injuries.

They have little food left, but (despite no one being willing to admit it) they were all a little shaken, and none were prepared to leave camp to hunt or forage for anything more substantial.

Merlin had stirred a few more times, and opened his eyes briefly when Arthur laid him on his bedroll, but it didn’t last long, and he was passed out again shortly after.

The King massages some water down his throat, has Elyan help him with digging out the arrowhead, and follows Percival’s instructions on which of the herbs Merlin had gathered would help best with pain, infections, and larger wounds. The arrow and stab wounds were stitched and thoroughly cleaned, before Arthur moved on to the less serious wounds: checking his jaw to see if it was broken (it wasn’t, thank the Gods), and dressing the burns and bruises on his neck and wrists. The head wound wasn’t serious thankfully, only requiring a thorough cleaning, and two stiches.

Leon takes the first watch with Arthur, on account of not being allowed to fall asleep just yet, but there isn’t much conversation as they watch their friends toss and turn, obviously not sleeping too well.

Gwaine takes over from Leon around two hours before sunrise, before informing Arthur that:

“If you don’t go to sleep, I’ll put you to sleep. And then we’d have to double-ride two horses. And that would slow us down even more. So. What’s it gonna be, princess?”

Arthur grumbles minimally, but he knows Gwaine is right. He doesn’t move from his spot however, choosing to lay down right next to Merlin.

Gwaine simply raises an eyebrow, (and wakes him before everyone else in the morning) at The King’s position.

Arthur has one hand gripping Merlin’s wrist, and the other splayed out against Merlin’s chest, his Warlock’s pulse, and breath, just under his fingertips whilst he slept.

~

They get back to Camelot when expected, around three days later, just before noon.

Leon’s concussion had cleared up completely by the time they had got there, and Lancelot’s throat wasn’t quite so irritated. Percival’s arm was still broken of course, but with the help of some medication they had brought with them, the pain hadn’t been too bad.

Merlin had woken up a few more times across the journey, but was far too exhausted to stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and despite his grumbling, he admitted that it would be best for him to continue sharing a horse.

He managed to get some food in him as well, which the knights were relieved at, and the herbs must’ve been very special, because the infection in the arrow wound was almost gone by the time they got him to Gaius, and they had managed to avoid infection in the stab wound entirely.

Speaking of Gaius, he fussed to the extreme when Merlin hobbled in to the infirmary, supported by The King. After double checking all of his wounds, and forcing a mixture of gross tasting potions down his throat, he had him asleep on one of the patient pallets whilst he checked over the others.

He set Percival’s arm with magic, gave Leon a potion for the headaches he would be having for the next week or so, and gave Lancelot a special tea mix to help with his throat.

The moment Gaius relaxed, Arthur did too, trusting the physicians assessment of his friends. Elyan had scurried off to find Gwen and the Lady Morgana, before joining Gwaine, Percival, Leon, and Lancelot, for much needed naps in their own quarters.

Once everything slowed down a bit, Arthur presented Gaius with the chains and key, and explained to him what had happened.

It was late in the evening at this point, so they spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb Gwen or Morgana, who had both fallen asleep in their chairs at Merlin’s bedside.

“His eyes were bright gold, but they looked... wrong? Like slightly the wrong colour. He was almost completely blank, barely reacted to pain, and just.... stared. Into the distance. Like he had no awareness of his physical surroundings.”

Gaius looked concerned, but not so much so that it worried Arthur:

“Ah. That would explain the severed connections with Morgana and the Druids, his consciousness was locked away, pushed far too deep for anyone to find him. What else?”

Arthur looked uncomfortable and shuffled his feet as he continued, recalling memories from the previous days that he was sure would haunt him as he slept:

“Well... he hesitated a few times, when he was told to... hurt us. Like he was fighting it. But when he was hit or yelled at, it looked like he sort of... re-set? And he would do whatever he was told.”

Gaius nodded:

“Yes. Merlin is incredibly powerful, but so are the enchantments on these chains. He would have fought against it viciously, but the sudden noise, or pain, would’ve have shocked his system into obeying without hesitation. I’m guessing that’s how you broke him free?”

Arthur glanced briefly towards Merlin, before nodding, and replying even quieter than before:

“Hmm. I waited until he looked most... unsure, most hesitant, then yelled at him to look at me. His eyes cleared for just a moment, he whispered “30 seconds” , then knocked himself out somehow. We got the key thing, held off the bandits for 30 seconds, then he woke up and I...-”

He clenches his jaw and looks away at this, letting out a harsh breath at the memory. Gaius pats his hand a few times consolably as he speaks:

“You did what you had to my boy, you didn’t take advantage, or force him to do anything he wouldn’t have willingly done anyway. If anything, from the sounds of it, you were far more merciful and forgiving than Merlin would’ve been.”

Arthur huffs a weak laugh at that, and Gaius smiles, before saying:

“I’m hesitant to analyse these chains until I know more. I’ll talk to the Druids tomorrow, and wait until Merlin’s strength returns before doing anything. You best get some sleep, My Lord.”

Arthur looks up sheepishly, and bites his lip not quite meeting Gaius’ eyes. The old physician raises an eyebrow, prompting him to speak:

“Would you mind if I... stayed here for the night? I can just pull out a pallet but I...-”

Gaius picks up where Arthur hesitates:

“Don’t want to leave him?-”

Gaius smiles once again at Arthur’s infinitesimal nod:

“That’s fine by me, though you’ll have to leave this room to talk to the council eventually.”

Without waiting for a response, Gaius gets up and walks away. He checks Merlin’s bandages briefly before shuffling off to what had been The Court Sorcerer’s previous room, before he had been given his own chambers.

Arthur sighs, and walks over to Merlin, standing above him. The colour has returned to his cheeks, and he looks much healthier now he was no longer covered in his own blood and was wearing clean clothes. 

He sweeps the hair away from his forehead, and leans down to place a gentle kiss where his hand had been. He looks up to see Gwen looking at him sleepily, a fond smile on her face as she stares at Arthur’s blushing face.

She stands and stretches, before whispering:

“Why don’t you take my chair, Arthur? I should probably get back to Lancelot anyway, and I doubt you want to leave his side?”

Arthur nods slightly, and whispers his gratitude as Gwen gives him a quick hug, before sneaking out the door.

Arthur settles in the chair, finding a comfortable (or as comfortable as possible in a wooden chair with wonky legs) position, as he once again wraps one hand around Merlin’s wrist, and places the other over his chest.

He falls asleep after only minutes, and rests easier than he had in a week, satisfied with the knowledge that Merlin was safe and on the mend, and returned to the position Arthur thought he belonged in most: next to him.

~

THE END! 

I dunno, I might write a part two, about the psychological effects on Merlin? Of having his magic controlled, AND of having to watch from behind his own eyes as he hurts his friends? Let me know if y’all wanna see something like that :)

EDIT: Part 2 is up! Link at the top

Same as always lads, you wanna write it out properly with paragraphs and descriptions and shit, go for it, but credit and tag me ✌

#merlin #merthur #bamf merlin #arthur pendragon #court sorcerer merlin #good morgana #gwen #guinevere #gaius #bandits #bandit attack #everyone knows about merlins magic #prince arthur #arthur #leon #sir leon #lancelot #sir lancelot #gwaine #sir gwaine #percival #sir percival #elyan #sir elyan #bbc merlin #hurt merlin #angst #merthur angst #angst with a happy ending #morgana

[allaboardtheussharringrove]

So @billy-baby mentioned That 70’s Show and Harringrove, and it reminded me of a *whole ass* set of hc’s about a 70’s/Stranger Things AU that has been sitting in my notes for literal years collecting dust, so here it is:

-Billy & Hyde would be besties, probably neighbours in the same shitty neighbourhood

-They headbang to hard rock and metal, jam to 60’s & 70’s rock while drinking TONS of beer and hotboxing the Camaro and El Camino, respectively

-Bands they’d have in common: AC/DC, Black Sabbath & Ozzy Osbourne, Scorpions, KISS, Judas Priest, Van Halen, and Led Zeppelin just to name a couple

-Hyde always gives Billy shit for like, never wearing a shirt, Billy gives Hyde shit for his ever-present sunglasses & sideburns

-They know each other’s parental problems, and take refuge in the Forman’s basement/the empty Harrington house (yes, we’re talkin’ a Hawkins, Indiana/Point Place, Wisconsin mashup here)

-Billy still has a major crush on Steve (Harrington that is, Steven Hyde will only be referred to as Hyde [and that possible name mix-up could cause some hilarity whenever anyone calls out “Steven”, and some embarrassing rumour drama for Billy, Steve, & Hyde (or omg a block party at the Formans where Kitty calls out “William! Steven! Michael!” And she turns around and has Billy, Will, Hyde, Steve, Mike, and Kelso starting at her expectantly)])

-Billy probably also thinks Eric and Kelso are kinda cute, but total dumbasses, they both definitely annoy him

-Fez would have a totally awkward and hilarious crush on Billy, and you just know Billy would flirt with him on purpose just to make him nervous (this might make Steve a lil jealous and annoy him to no end)

-Jackie would have the BIGGEST crush on Steve, after Kelso, and drag him around to go shopping and shit, he would tolerate it but Billy would absolutely hate her as a “bitchy rich entitled snot-nosed brat” cause she would be vocal about him being poor and he’d have to be calmed down by Hyde and Steve all the time

-Billy would give Hyde an unimaginable amount of shit for going out with Jackie, hooo boy!

-Steve would get a kick outta Kelso, but I think he and Eric would be pretty close friends, with Steve always pushing to hang around at the Forman’s cause Eric’s parents are always present, as opposed to his empty house (he adores Kitty Forman for SURE as the mother he never had)

-But the gang would surely hold parties at the Harrington’s....and only sometimes get away with it (both these groups are known for their KEGS! and the 70’s teens would lose their damn minds over Keg Kings Billy & Steve)

-Billy would put the charm on for Kitty sometimes just to see her blush, and Red would get annoyed and just a little threatening saying something like “Like to see how charming you are with my foot up your ass” and Billy being the abused kid that he is automatically takes it a little too seriously- probably flinches, goes a little pale, stutters out a “Yes sir, sorry sir”

-This would make Kitty and Red a bit concerned, pay a visit to the Hargrove household- I wouldn’t be surprised if they experience Neil putting Billy down or catch a glimpse of a smack or something and they would for sure take action with Red intimidating Neil cause you know he could

-Anyway! Girls. Robin and Donna would be THE BEST FRIENDS EVER, cause Donna had no other cool girl friend to hang out with and you just KNOW Robin might have an “itsy bitsy” (huge) crush on Donna, cause she’s Hot Donna, also they’re both super into female empowerment (and honestly, when Donna/Eric break up I could see her maybe falling for Robin too)

-Donna and Billy would be buds, she might like him for a hot minute but be cool with him being gay (Out of everyone in the 70’s gang, I think he’d most likely share this with her - cause she’d probably figure it out - even if it’s just to gush about their dumb, brave, pretty brunette boys to each other)

-Max would LOVE Donna, not just because of the hair (but also redhead solidarity is important), but because they’re both badasses and would totally vibe together- Max, Billy, and Donna would be an unexpectedly fun trio (and Billy would complain about having to drive the “GingeTwins” around all the time or something to that effect)

-And Jackie having to babysit Erica (because Donna does it sometimes, but she’s out for the night) would be the best thing ever good lord, Erica would put Jackie in her place, but they’d probably make up some schemes together too

-Also Erica would be absolutely appalled at having a similar name to Eric, she’d probably call him something along the lines of “Supreme Nerd” or “King of the Nerds” and have an endless supply of unimpressed looks for him during their debates of whose name is better

-Eric would totally join Mike, Will, Lucas & Dustin in their nerd exploits (STAR WARS!) And he and Dustin would get into loooong nerd debates

-I think Kelso would join Dustin & Lucas (and maybe the other boys too) in doing mischievous experiments including but not limited to: pyrotechnics, wrist rockets, radios and electronics... He’d begrudgingly listen to the scientific explanations of the boys (which would all fly right over his head) and they would have a moderate success rate, but also have to run away from the trouble they’d get in

-Lucas and Hyde would always be cool, but after finding out about Hyde’s biological dad they could become closer (Hyde’s dad and Lucas would have the best banter)

-Will and Eric would geek out over comics, and I think Eric would be super nice/supportive about seeing Will’s drawings

-Jonathan would be pretty quiet at first, but might talk to Fez since they’re both kinda the odd man out in each group (and he’d be genuinely NICE to Fez, *side eyes 70’s teens*)- then he’d be roped into doing random/stupid/mildly illegal stuff with the gang

-And despite Billy & Hyde being besties, I think Jonathan would bond with Hyde over shitty dads (plus I think Hyde would love Joyce, and she’d be another offer of refuge for him & Billy) and WEED WEED WEED

-Actually that might definitely be a sub-trio: Jonathan, Billy, & Hyde- they’d all have each other’s backs when it came to family drama (and later on when Hyde gets his record store, he’d offer them both jobs and Jonathan would be over the fuckin’ moon and work there)

-Billy would for sure work for Red in his muffler shop, and Red would take him under his wing, probably unwittingly become the father figure Billy never had.

-Nancy, hmmm, well she’s on the richer side of town so her and Jackie might be friends? but she’d for sure get annoyed with Jackie’s shallow bullshit

-OH and Robin would also hate Jackie I think, ‘cause of her entitlement and relentless obsession with boys (poor Jackie, I’m not setting her up for anything great here huh)

-So that’d be why Steve is friends with her, if only ‘cause he feels bad when she alienates herself from the rest of the teens, they (and I hate to say this) *could possibly* date for like 5 minutes, it’d be a REALLY hard time for Billy...and Kelso. And those two would probably come up with some hairbrained scheme to break them up (and succeed, but each get ripped a new one because of it)

-But at least the group of teen girls would be bigger if Donna, Robin, Jackie, and Nancy all hung out together sometimes (and if they tried to have a sleepover or something there would be toooo many idiot boys trying to creep on them, I think Billy would be the voice of reason and tell them they’re all being dickheads)

-And he’d give Fez a fuck ton of shit for being such a voyeuristic creep, probably make him stop hiding in people closets (wait what? Fez is like constantly coming out of closets in that show?! hello?? is that a thing??? Oh ho-ho they’d have a whole talk about that)

-Steve would get a kick outta Fez, probably think he was the funniest dude on the planet, as I’d say they’re the goofballs of the group (and yes, I am mostly excluding the King Steve narrative from this and using only cool mom Steve, cool? cool.)

-Steve might also have a lil crush on Donna, (‘cause a strong personality and blue eyes is like his kink, we all know this) but Eric would throw a fit about that and then they’d be all buddy-buddy discussing Donna & Billy (I think Eric being kind of a dumbass about his own gay kiss might put Steve off for a bit [and make Billy super hesitant and real pissed], but I also think Eric would be cool with hearing Steve out about his big bisexuality-discovery-adventure)

-Donna and Eric trying set Steve and Billy up by saying they’re all gonna hang out, and then like locking Billy/Steve in a room together or something and leaving😈

-When Billy/Steve’s relationship comes out, Hyde’s reaction is probably “That’s cool, man” Kelso would make some corny statement about how hot *he* is, Fez would probably fangirl over it with big ole heart eyes, Jackie would be like “weird, whatever”, Kitty would get flustered and then overly excited about it after a while, Red would be uncomfortable but okay with it saying something like “I better not catch you two dumbasses doing anything in my house”

-Ohmygod, Red as a father figure to Billy, Kitty as a mother figure to Steve, and they end up being so supportive of the boys ‘cause they have to put up with so much parental shit (say what you want, but the Formans have compassion) and they convert their house/backyard into a little private prom for the whole gang just so Billy/Steve can dance together and be themselves

-Billy, Steve, and Robin would die laughing every time they saw/talked to Leo. And I feel like Robin would talk her way into a job at the Photo Hut and then just end up being the manager and hires Jonathan herself to do the developments

-And you know how Hyde is always punching Kelso in the arm? Well he’d always get one, and Billy would punch the other arm as he’d classify Kelso a special kind of idiot, they’d always be teasing Kelso together, but Billy (and Steve I’m sure) would have some wicked BURNS that Kelso would love

-Steve and Kelso as friends? Sure, pretty boys gotta stick together~ especially when Steve gets called that by Billy, and then Kelso insists he’s a prettier boy, and Billy either rolls his eyes or flirts aggressively cause Kelso doesn’t understand WHY that’s Steve’s nickname, and it’s a whole can of worms you guys

-(And I didn’t forget about El, I’m just not quite sure where she fits in this AU... she probably doesn’t have powers and is the new kid who moves into town cause of a bad home life, she’d befriend Max in school and then I think Donna would take her under wing, then she’d be a hit with the teen gang cause she’d break her quietness with witty comments/one-liners, and since she’s very intuitive still, she gravitates towards Billy & Hyde and there would be some touching heart-to-hearts about shitty parental situations followed immediately after by inappropriate offers of beer to which she responds with a firm “gross”)

-And finally, *the Circle* would be so much bigger and funnier with the Stranger Teens in it

#harringrove #that 70’s show #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steven hyde #donna pinciotti #eric forman #robin buckley #jackie burkhart #michael kelso #fez #johnathan byers #nancy wheeler #Stranger 70’s Things #no upside down tho just teen sitcom #ahhhh my hc’s these are just my brain rambles so like do with them what you will 🤷‍♀️ #I really love both these shows so #in high school kids always said I was like donna lmao❤️ #long post #😬 #oh! and someone be nice to Jackie for me? I dunno how I could not get her into a good spot among the gang🤔 #excessive use of parentheses

[team-leo-v]

Gabriel:where is emillie's miraculous...oh wrll i will ignore that for the rest of this non-canon alternate universe

💀💀💀 Large plot hole

Man probably would fight harder though, more powerful akumas + more akumas like in gang of secrets and felix UwU

Poor adrien boy's gonna get the brunt of it with Gabriel targeting him because he somehow stole the peacock,,, well at least adrien'll probably find a way to dissuade Gabe from thinking he has it

(woah adrien can help with a lot of reconnaissance missions)

(constraint breeds creativity. Gabriel and Nathalie, what will you be up toooo 👀)

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #peacock!adrien #sblnau #wait i just realized would adrien even come to the anansi+animan fight??? #lmao i like to think he's just doing background work

[a-menagerie]

What about a zombie apocalypse au for the nein or vm?

:0 👀 (I’m also doing non-magic as part of this au I hope that’s ok)

Fjord:

Definitely the leader of this little gang and their hideout

But he’s also kind of a handyman, keeping their compound functioning

Is Very Afraid of the zombies but sucks it up to help out his friends

Jester:

Is the one that patches everyone up, if she remembers

She’d rather be out fighting the zombies bc then she’d feel like she was doing something; sitting around the compound is too boring

Jester is really soft-hearted tho, so she cries easily at the discovery of a zombie child or anything along those lines

Beau:

Technically second in command behind Fjord though she’s far less diplomatic when dealing with other groups

But she’s the one you send if you have an important resource run bc she’s fast af and can beat zombies to a pulp

She’s not totally convinced these are “zombies” so she’s doing as much research as she can, keeping a log and everything

Yasha:

The best gate keeper they could ask for: intimidating and incredibly strong

Immune, but hardly anyone knows (only Molly). She’s very careful to not let anyone know (👀)

Likes to help out in the garden in her down time; she likes adding to the world when she can

Veth:

Her go-to tactic is to stay as far back as possible and use her cross bow; zombies are spooky

She helps collect samples of zombies for her husband, Yeza, who is studying the zombification process and trying to stop it

When they go out for supplies, she always takes a knickknack from each house - someone found them valuable once, now she would find value in them

Caleb:

The best talker besides fjord, Caleb often finds himself taking on a mediator role between their group and others

He’s not necessarily the best fighter but he is good at setting traps for zombies; mines, pitfalls, anything clever and Caleb could probably figure it out

Caduceus:

A more reliable doctor than Jester (sorry jes)

Has grown an entire garden in their compound that supplies them with a decent amount of fresh food, Cad has the greenest thumb anyone has ever seen

If there’s a chance, he likes to bury any zombies they kill. They deserve it, he says, deserve to finally rest

Molly:

Doesn’t really have a solid roll within the group; he’s a jack of all trades

Is Not convinced that this is the end of the world - he’s surprisingly the most optimistic of the whole lot

Gets a little toooo cocky fighting zombies, he’s lucky he hasn’t been bitten

#mighty nein headcanon #mighty nein au #beau headcanon #fjord headcanon #jester headcanon #caduceus headcanon #veth headcanon #caleb headcanon #molly headcanon #yasha headcanon #critical role headcanon

[dearlazerbunny]

Never Any Doubt

Pairings: Mori x Reader

Genre/Ratings: G; no warnings apply

Words: 2000

Summary: in which Hikaru messes with Mori’s girl, and Mori isn’t very pleased. Written for @casey-anne-j, who requested some secretly engaged Mori x Reader! Not sure this is exactly how I see it in my head, but I hope you enjoy anyways :)

Then

Getting off the plane is a strange mix of elation, terror, anticipation, and hope.

Sure, you’ve visited Japan before, more times than you can count. You have Haneda International memorized like the back of your hand at this point. But there’s something about this ticket being a one-way trip… it puts all sorts of butterflies in your stomach. Despite a year of planning and arrangements and traveling back and forth in preparation to get you settled in an entirely new country and culture all the way across the world, you can’t help but be nervous watching all the pieces fall into place.

But then you see him waiting for you opposite the terminal, and you’re reminded that all the way across the world is exactly where you want to be.

You don’t run to him- you have a little more self control than that- but you’re giddy as you dodge businessmen speaking rapid-fire into bluetooths and lost tourists with their face in their maps. He’s here, you’re here, and for the first time you don’t have to go home. You don’t ever have to say goodbye to him ever again.

The moment he sees you, his eyes light up, bright as the sun shining through the window behind him. You can see a navy blue rose tucked into the pocket of his sweats, making you grin- a reference to his host club status and a running joke between the two of you. You don’t even bother saying hello first; just go up and press a kiss to his lips- he’s already bowed to meet your height- one hand on his cheek and the other twisted in the soft fabric of his hoodie. You stand like that for a minute, a reunion captured in time amongst the bustling crowds around you. When you finally separate, there’s a matching smile on both your faces.

“Hi,” you giggle, running a few fingers through his hair- he has a perpetual case of bedhead that you never can keep your hands out of. “I’m here.”

Mori tucks you against him, pressing another kiss to your head. “You are,” he says, his deep baritone rumbling through his chest. “Welcome home.”

Home. Home became synonymous with ‘wherever Mori is’ such a long time ago. The way he says it makes your heart melt- you know he’s been counting down the days to your move just like you have. He expertly takes your bag from you and slings it over his shoulder, then lets you thread your arm through the crook of his so he can guide you out of the airport and into Japan’s bright sun. Every moment you’re by his side banishes the nerves in favor of something lighter and easier in your chest.

It’s the beginning of the rest of your life, and you couldn’t be happier.

Now

“Hi guys!” You knock on the door of Music Room 3 and poke your head in, looking for any stray students. “Am I interrupting?”

The club is gathered around a center table in various states of casualness after the end of the day’s activities. Honey is munching on leftover cake and tea, Haruhi simultaneously paging though a book while swatting away the twins looking over her shoulder, and Kyoya humoring Tamaki as he waxes rhapsodic about who knows what. Mori takes it all in silently, a small but content smile on his face.

“Not at all,” Kyoya says drily, with a sarcastic undercurrent of please, save me. “We’re quite finished for the day.”

“Y/N-chan!” Honey is quick to run over and wrap his arms around your waist, and you ruffle his hair fondly in return. “Do you want some cake?”

“Depends,” you say, dropping your bag on the nearest table. “Do you have chocolate?”

“So much chocolate,” Haruhi deadpans, gesturing to the nearby table laden with pastry. “I think all of the chocolate currently in Japan is in this room.”

“Sounds good to me.” You pop over to give Mori a nudge on the shoulder before joining the group. “What’s the point of being ridiculously rich if you can’t blow it all on dessert?”

Both Tamaki and Honey give noises of affirmation while the rest of the table groans almost in harmony. “Please, do not encourage them,” Kyoya says, and you give him a teasing wink.

An hour later, all of you are spread out around the room in your own conversations and activities. You’re on one of the couches playing the twins in some video game they’re obsessed with, and failing miserably at that. The others’ conversations fill the room with friendly chatter, making the whole place feel homey and cheerful. “Oh my god,” you groan, desperately tapping your phone screen in effort to keep your character from dying- again. “You guys keep cheating! Stop ganging up on me!”

Hikaru snickers to himself loudly as Kaoru goes in for the winning blow. “Hate to break it to you, Y/N, but you just really suck at this!”

You sigh as the GAME OVER screen rolls yet again. “I really hate you both,” you say, exasperated at and fond of the troublemakers.

“Nah, you can’t hate us,” Kaoru protests, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, we all know that we’re your favorite hosts,” Hikaru continues, a cheeky grin on his face. “We’ve seen you looking at us; we know you like what you see.”

“Oh, please, you guys wish.” You roll your eyes. “Play the damn video game.”

“Hmmmm.” Mischief sparkles in the redhead’s eyes. “How about we make the stakes a little more… interesting?”

“Why, brother dearest, what do you propose?”

“Whoever wins-” Hikaru leans in conspiratorially- “YN has to kiss.”

“Guys-!”

“Oh, you’re SO on!” The two of them launch into the next level with fervor, their thumbs flying over the controls. You let your head fall back against the back of the couch so you can make eye contact with Haruhi, who is similarly entertaining her own ridiculousness via the blonde-haired Tamaki. Help me, you mouth to her silently, and she immediately comes to your rescue:

“Hey, Y/N. Come see what you think of Tamaki’s plan for next month’s gala.”

“Of course!” You wedge yourself out from between the still furiously shouting twins and trot over. “Anything you need, Haruhi!” You give her a grateful poke to the side and she grins at you.

Tamaki’s plan is… elaborate, to say the least. But what else is new? Something about a river cruise- really you’ve stopped keeping up with his crazy schemes a long time ago. You just smile and nod when he gets really excited about it and trade eye rolls with Haruhi until he runs out of steam. Mori catches your gaze occasionally as well from across the room, subtly checking in on you without saying a word. You shrug at him with a good-natured grin-

Right into Hikaru, who’s leaning over your shoulder with a downright devious smirk. “Hey, Y/N. Guess what?”

“What?”

His eyes twinkle. “I won.”

You snort. “For the five billionth time. What do you want, a medal?”

“Nah, we made a bet, remember?” Your eyes widen just a hair as you belatedly remember the twins’ teasing.

“You’re such a nuisance,” you say, pushing him away and thinking he’ll get the hint that you aren’t interested in joking- not about this.

“Come ooooon, Y/N, one little kiss, it’ll be fun-”

“Hikaru-”

“You know you want toooo-”

“Hikaru-”

“Stop.” Mori’s voice is quiet but undeniably peeved. He’s appeared behind you without you even noticing, and you unconsciously back up until you’re brushed against him. Safety is a silent savior.

Hikaru gives him an annoyed glare. “Mori-senpai, we’re having fun, calm down! It’s not like Y/N’s taken anyways, I bet she’s never even kissed anyone!”

You cough nervously. This… isn’t how you wanted any of this to go. Do you tell him? The both of you are so private, you thought omitting your little relationship would be for the best, but-

Luckily, both Mori and Haruhi decide for you: Mori wraps one of his arms around you in an obvious show of possession while Haruhi chimes in. “Hikaru, you are such an idiot. They’re engaged for god’s sake!”

And if that didn’t just make everyone in the room go still. There’s a few precious moments of silence. And then-

“Wait, what?”

“They’re what?”

“How did you guys not know this?!”

“How did you know this?!”

“For god’s sake can you please just-”

“Uh, Hikaru, maybe you should apologize-”

Amidst the chaos, you and Mori stand as a pair, his arm still around your shoulders holding you to him. You glance up at him, head resting against his chest, looking a bit bewildered. “Well. I guess that settles that.”

You can’t quite decipher all of the emotions flitting across his face, but from the way he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, he can’t be all that upset.

“Wait a minute.” You insert yourself back into the general conversation. “How many of you knew?”

Honey raises his hand, fork still in his mouth. Kyoya puts his hand in the air next, then Haruhi. “Okay, you two-” you point to Kyoya and Honey- “obviously. But Haruhi, I never-?”

She raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re wearing your engagement ring around your neck. I’m not stupid.”

“Oh. Right.” You feel for the chain that’s been hanging close to your heart ever since he proposed. If you couldn’t wear it on your finger, you at least wanted it near you. “I guess that’s kinda obvious.”

“Mmm, yeah.” She pokes a finger at you. “How long has it been?”

“Uuuum. A year now? Ish?”

She smiles satisfactorily. “That’s what I thought. Congrats.”

“Okay, hold on!” Of the three formerly-oblivious hosts, Hikaru is fuming and Kaoru is nervously glancing between the parties. Tamaki is over in a corner doing his black-and-white cartoon sulk thingie. “You just moved here a year ago! How did you two even meet? This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Well, we actually met over in the US.” You glance at Mori and he nods; encouragement to tell the story. “My brother competes in Kendo as well. Takashi promptly handed his ass to him in the first round, and I thought it was so funny I went over to thank him in person.” You grin as you put a hand up to Mori’s arm, letting yourself relax into him. “Things just kinda went from there I guess?”

“They talked all the time,” Honey chimes in. “And Y/N-chan visited us too!”

“Then, given their plans for engagement, Y/N made the move to Japan a little over a year ago,” Kyoya finishes smoothly. “Given the private nature of the Morinozuka family, they thought it best to hold the announcements.”

“We were waiting for graduation. But I couldn’t stay away for that long, so. Here I am.” There’s another soft kiss to the top of your head, and you grin up at your boyfriend- fiancée-  like he rivals the sun.

“So,” Mori says, his deep voice on edge. “I think it best you apologize.”

“Takashi.” You give him a poke. “He was just kidding, he didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, I mean I never would’ve- if I’d known-” clearly still confused, Hikaru shakes his head. “Sorry, Y/N. Mori.”

“See, it’s fine,” you reassure Mori, tugging out the ring he gave you so many months ago from under your shirt so he can see it catch the light. “I’ve only got eyes for you, remember?”

There’s a satisfied rumble in his chest, and his arms tighten around you, making you giggle. “And I, you.”

You lean up to give him a kiss on the nose. “As if there was ever any doubt.”

#takashi morinozuka #ohshc mori #ouran hshc #ouran fic #mori x reader #mori x you #reader insert #OHSHC #ohshc imagines #ouran high school host club fic #ouran hshc fanfic

[tinseltownie]

A person who knows nothing about Justice League, DC comics, and has only watched the Chris Nolan movies, watches Zack Snyder’s cut

Pt 3

I am already tired

Oooooo Ezra Miller is hot

That girl is the car that isn’t starting and the gross truck driver are so going to collide

Okay all super fast super hero scenes that go in crazzzzyyyyy slow-mo are the same and they are always 3x cooler than the rest of the movie

Look at all the potential fish in the sea 👀

Hey isn’t Percy Jackson technically a son of Atlantis

Ew metal spider is gross

Motherbox this, mother box that... just say discount infinity stones

Yeah superman still isn’t dead

Bruce and Diana have zero chemistry and no accidental hand touching will change that

What’s cyborg

Yaaas mom Dr. stone

Oh my effing god GCU is Gotham city university 😂

Joe Morton you are good at playing a dad

The Sony recorder close up tho

Is Victor just.. Vision? Or Ultron??

Fate of the world in a college football player’s hands um ok sure honey

What is the emotionally manipulative montage

Okay how is that one time deposit a long term solution

Oh my god Billy Crudup??? Why uncredited? Why do mean to Ezra? Why murder wife?

Bruce in Barry’s house is Tony in Peter’s house vibes....

I mean cmon Ezra.. he’s Batman

I am also a black hole of snacks

The Mercedes product placement is well.... ya get it

ITS A GAUNTLET???????

Fuck da world yup

I also fly away when asked to be responsible

Did he just bury the mother box at literal surface level??

Is the lab tech evil

Bye Joe Morton I’ll miss you

Gary Oldman or no one for comish Gordon but JK Simmons will do

Okay maybe the movie is toooo long but is the evil alien also hot? (I’m jk for shock value)

Now Jason will have to join the gang cause he lost a infinity stone mother box

Is this still the third part?

Victor will now join the fight to save Joe Morton

The mother boxes are magnetic, cool cool cool cool cool cool

Okay that was really fun and I’m super intrigued to be continued at a later date byeeee

#ezra miller #flash #superman #Amy adams #Lois lane #cyborg #Gotham #Victor Stone #also #spoilers I guess

[sabbath-of-sally]

yo, could i get a match? i’m a 5’6 female with above the shoulder, messy, curly, dark brown hair. i have brown eyes, glasses, & a boyish style. gym shorts, baggy tees, & cargo bottoms. pansexual. have a monotone voice & very sarcastic. i have a resting bitch face & use big words. book smart. into mcr, billy talent, falling in reverse & mainstream music. will sleep 17 hours. i wanna go into law and like to follow rules if they’re reasonable. i also use bro, dude, hella & yo unironically. thanks!

“yo, could i get a match? i’m a 5’6 female with above the shoulder, messy, curly, dark brown hair. i have brown eyes, glasses, & a boyish style. gym shorts, baggy tees, & cargo bottoms. pansexual. have a monotone voice & very sarcastic. i have a resting bitch face & use big words. book smart. into mcr, billy talent, falling in reverse & mainstream music. will sleep 17 hours. i wanna go into law and like to follow rules if they’re reasonable. i also use bro, dude, hella & yo unironically. thanks!”

 Hey! I match you with: Ash 

For some reason I think you guys would be really good together? You two would balance each other out really well! She thinks your sarcasm is hilarious and really admires you intelligence! I see you two having study sessions that turn into jam sessions. You guys just nonstop swapping music. Ash is down to nap right along side you but will probably try to convince you to do something more productive from time to time. You would fit right in with the group and your knowledge of law would be really helpful! Especially when it comes to their...investigations. I almost matched you with Larry but I feel you guys are a little toooo similar. You’d for sure be best buds with him and the rest of the gang, though!  

#sally face #sally face match up #Ash Campbell #sally face game

[jessarys]

50 Questions about your OC

I’m doing this question thing that literally no one asked for because I want to. :) I will answer the questions for my main character in my fantasy novel.

How old are they?

24

What gender are they?

Cis Female

What is their romantic/sexual orientation?

Homo-romantic / Demisexual

How tall are they?

5′6″

What do they look like?

Light, mint green eyes. Dark, dark, cool-toned skin. Smoky grey hair.

What are their defining features?

Her eyes are POPPIN’, and she has a very square and strong bone structure, particularly the jaw and cheekbones.

Does their name have a meaning?

In my research, it means “deer” in Hebrew, or has some kind of relation to that word? Don’t quote me on that though.

What family do they have?

An older Half-Brother

Do they have a good relationship with their family?

Ehh.... while it gets better throughout the story, let’s say they won’t be inviting each other to any parties anytime soon.

If not, why not?

Well... he’s like... a terrorist. so... yeah. There’s that. They have drastically different religious, political, and moral beliefs. And grew up on different sides of the political conflict, therefore lowkey enemies. 

Where do they live?

In the beginning she stays on campus at the military academy, but eventually moves in with her benefactors. 

Is it a safe place?

The safest.

Are they poor, middle-class or wealthy?

She is upper-low class. Not in poverty, but... without her benefactors... things would be 10x harder.

Do they look up to anyone?

Absolutely. She looks up to the heroes of old. All the great wartime legends, and saints, and those who have songs written about them. She tries her best to emulate them all... with increasing failure.

Who is their best friend?

Reuel is her ride or die childhood friend. Forever and always. But Sanuye also swoops in as a bestie.

Do they have any enemies?

Many, and she made them all by herself. :) 

Who is the person they hate most in the world?

Probably herself, as much as she also loves herself to the point of narcissism. Other than that it would be Quaestor Aenan. 

Do they have any love/hate relationships?

Yes. With Sanuye at first, and of course Fantasme. 

Have they ever fallen in love?

Mhm. 

Who is the person they love the most in the world?

Herself. 100%. But makes room for Sanuye and the rest of the gang.

Does that person love them back?

lol sometimes

Have they ever hurt or lost anyone?

100%.

Are they a good shoulder to cry on?

Yes and no. She has little grace and finds other people’s emotions boring. She likes to think she’s above them-- she’s not-- and she doesn’t really have the, um... for a lack of a better word, “politically correct,” way of saying things. Her cheer-ups can sound like tear-downs when she doesn’t mean to.

Are they well liked?

No. She’s selfish and two-faced and toooo many people know it now.

How do they handle being complimented?

She takes it in stride, like a badge of honor, although internally denying it.

Are they an affectionate person?

Yes. She loves deeply.

Are they very driven?

She’s... full of dreams. Ambitious? Yes. Motivated or driven... ehh that’s a different story.

Are they very political?

Yes. Even if her views morph and change, politics play such a huge overall role in this world that it’s hard not to be.

What kind of state is the world that they live in?

To her knowledge in the beginning, life is average. Eveyrthing seems business as usual. Trade, the economy... it’s all booming. Plot twist: shit’s about to get crazy with a real rude awakening.

What are the world leaders like?

In her part of the world, it’s a theocracy. They’re all elected priests in some form and can never be wrong. Though, they aren’t so one-dimensional as to be cruel and evil and corrupt. Some are, certainly, but most are trying their best. 

Does the character worry about their place in society?

This is the core of her character. The society she lives in emphasizes one’s purpose not just in society but in life.

If the could change one thing, what would it be?

Her cowardice/anxiety.

Do they like themselves?

She likes her idealized self. The actual product... meh.

Are they a good person?

That’s kind of up for debate. 

Are they very forgiving?

Sometimes. 

Do they believe in destiny?

YES. This is what her religion is centered on.

Are they trustworthy?

Yes and no-- and the reason being... it’s too long to explain here on this post.

Are they a good liar?

Not really.

How do they react to criticism?

Will cry. Maybe not right away... but will absolutely take everything to heart and want to die.

What is their moral alignment?

A chaotic-good pretending to be lawful-good.

Can they fight?

Yes.

Would they ever purposefully hurt someone?

Yes... and then feel bad about afterward.

Have they ever been seriously injured?

Yes.

Do they know first aid?

The basics, as all military women do in this world.

Do they have any other survival skills?

Nah.

Are they a fast learner?

Nah.

How intelligent are they?

She’s pretty average, much to her dismay.

What is the school system like?

Hope your family has history of “purpose” otherwise good luck finding a good school. For elemantary grades, however, the system is pretty... normal? Not everyone is required to go to school, however.

What is their job?

She is a Gold Knight.

Do they enjoy their job?

Yup yup yup.

#no one asked for this #I wanted to that's why #my oc

[yourintruderdonny]

Chapter.2. The Griffin with an Unexpected Surprise

The Griffin was unexpectedly beautiful. Unlike one Griffin, this one had a majestic aura. The aura seemed with Bravery, Courage, and Loyalty. Sure a Griffin was SUPPOSED to be full of courage and loyalty, but this one seemed to be....unique..? I can't describe it, it just felt different from an "ordinary" Griffin.

This Griffin was a fierce one, a scar crossing from the top to bottom on it's right eye, beautiful, but dark. Like a midnight rose, black, but it's still a rose. It looked like any ordinary Griffin, it was the feeling it gave was different. "Aight what happened? Just set him down on the leaf pad right dere'" The Griffin said as the Hydra swung its tail to pick me up off it's scaley back to place me on the moist, wet giant leaf. "Aight' keep him busy for like, most of the time...I'll be back man just ask him to ask questions." he then said again stepping through the vines and leaves that lay on the floor.

Hydra just looked at me then back at the path where the Griffin took. "His name is Griffins, literally." she then said, surprising me out of my trance of looking at the other two necklines on her body. "You know it's kinda rude to stare...." I shook my head. "I-Uh Sorry I didn't-" She cut me off "It's alright, long story of how I lost my two heads, actually I never got two heads." I looked at her, confused. "A hydra without it's other two heads...Wait wouldn't two more come back in it's place??" I asked "So you would've had 5 heads by now." Hydra sighed and layed down, resting her head on her right scaley arm and her tailed curled around her body like a snake slithering around her. "Genetic disorder." she huffed, lifting her head up back at the path Griffins took and glared at it. Her green eyes shone through it, kind of giving it a death stare. It all made sense now. Hydra without it's other two heads, a genetic disorder. "The only reason those Raptors ran away was because I tried to act like a REAL Hydra. Without 2 heads, I'm just a dragon." She sighed standing up to walk closer to me and then sat back down. "But you're cooler than a Hydra now." I said, smiling as my eyes squinting to try to lighten the mood. "You may not be a Hydra, but I'm designed to FLY yet I crashed into some fucking rock-or basin or whatever it's called." Hydra snickered, and then smiled, resting her chin on her left arm this time. "Yeah I guess you're right. I'm a Hydra with one head. I was suppose to have 2 others, ended up getting 1 instead." We sat in silence for a few minutes until Griffins came back with some vines and a rock. "Aight' children playtimes over gimme yah wing." He said, tossing the supplies over to Hydra, smacking her tail in the process. "The only child I see here is you, Griffins." She sassed, standing up, tilting her head up high closing her eyes as if she was a queen (Which she's not) walking down an aisle of "Fans" or whatever. "Moecha Putida" Griffins mumbled, eyeing the Hydra as he walked over towards me.

It didn't really take that long for Griffins to fix my wing. Turns out only a few bones were broken so I could fly in no time. The pattern he put the vines in was unspeakably beautiful as the vines formed a star shape around my triangular wing. I smiled. "Right kid you want us to take yah back from where you came from?" My smile faded. My parents don't care that I've been in an accident. They would never care honestly. They wouldn't notice I was gone for their whole lifetime. I shook my head and smiled again. Hydra looked confused and worried while Griffins just sat his ugly ass down scowling at nothing, kind of like a female Velociraptor smile but lift the right side of their lip slightly so it's uneven (Cardi B reference I'm not sorry.) "Right what y'all wanna eat?" Hydra stated, breaking the awkward silence among the forest. Griffins shrugged followed by an "I don't care" after. "Can we go for fish..?" Hydra looked at me then smiled. "Of course! The coast is just South-West of where we are!" Griffins groaned. "Do we havvveeeddd toooo?" he extended the "Affed" and "oo" sound in the sentence. "You said you didn't care what we got." Hydra stated placing me on her back ready to fly. Griffins sighed, defeated in his own game, but came anyways as we all, well Hydra and Griffins I was just a tag along, flew South West towards the coast.

This was a memory I would never forget. We finally landed near the coast as Griffins just dove straight down into the ocean, diving straight back up and posing in the middle of the sky like a Phoenix. Hydra just set me down and watched Griffin get each kill and watched the Protoceratops eat the leaves peacefully. Until the same pitter-patting sound caught their attention. The stomping and cheering became clear of who it was. Tony and his gang. The Protoceratops began to run towards the small forest to the right, but it was too late. Tony and his gang already have chomped their jaws on 3 Protoceratops. Roars and "screams" were heard. "We got to do something!" Hydra said, desperate to save a Proto. "It's already too late! Save them now and they'll bleed to death later!" Griffins hawked adding another giant salmon into our ivy net. Griffins wasn't wrong. He was so truthful, that it hurt. Those Dinos would be dead by the time we saved them. "Lets just grab the net and lets go!"

"Not so fast." We all turned our heads. The sight horrifying. Dead Protoceratops lying on the grassy plains. Once a beautiful place. Now just dead dinosaurs with bright red all over. It looked like hell. I nearly gagged at the sight. "Ay kid don't vomit all over the fish." Griffins said swinging his beak to the other direction away from me. "I believe our Pterodactyl owe us a little favor" His gang snickered, like usual. "I want those fish." Tony said turning his head in the direction of Griffins because his arms were too fucking small to point. "No." I said calmly without thinking. "No, Griffins caught the fish himself. Why would you deserve it?" Tony's face turned into pure anger as he twisted his head at me. "You think this is all some game? Isn't it?" Tony said stepping closer to me. I don't know what the fuck happened to me but I felt powerful like what I felt next to Griffins. Brave, Courageous. So I said it. "No, But I bet your ex girlfriend Rebecca did." Griffins burst out laughing and pointing at Tony, humiliation filling Tony and Hydra just standing there smiling. His Gang creeped up behind him. Tony snapped and shook his head, his teeth showing and shining so brightly I swear he was grinding his teeth at some point. "Watch your mouth kiddo or might as well take your whole head with me." Tony snarled, spit flying everywhere from a 2 feet radius. "Really now? You're literally a fucking miniature version of a Tyrannosaurus Rex and you still don't sound fucking threatening." I shot back. Griffins was now wheezing on the sandy floor, holding onto the fish for dear life. Tony screamed, or wailed. Whichever of the two. As he ran full speed towards me, anger filling his body as his memories flood back in, his feet stomping against the sandy ground leaving dust clouds behind him. I used my wings as a cover to shield me from whatever was about to happen as I closed my eyes.

The light gasp of breathing is when I reopened them.

Tony had a spear stuck right through his chest.