#at least he got to be happy with percival

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"Arthur's lucky to have us" - "Not Arthur"

#merlin #merlin bbc #merwaine #gwaine #gwaine was in love with merlin fight me #unrequited love #at least he got to be happy with percival #for a little bit #merlin fanart #blip art

[epithet-beloved]

Could we get some parental Percy and Ramsey? If not that’s fine

PARENTAL PERCY + RAMSEY HEADCANONS

synopsis… Percy and Ramsey as your parents

ft. Percival “Percy” King, Ramsey Murdoch, Howie Honeyglow (mentioned), Meryl Lockhart (mentioned), Sergeant Eros (mentioned)

tags… parental imagine, Percy and Ramsey’s relationship is unspecified, goofy family shenanigans, some anime campaign references but no spoilers, relationship study

word count… 702

a/n… I FINALLY GOT MY WRITING SPOONS BACK BAYBEYYYYYY. Apologies for the long hiatus, but I hope you all enjoy these imagines! ✧ 🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Even if Ramsey is your actual father, he still gets treated at least a little bit like a weird uncle that the rest of the family doesn’t want you associating with.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite some general banter, Percy trusts Ramsey with your care quite a lot after he helped her in Redwood Run, and is always fair and never presumptuous. She has quite a few ground rules, some of them a bit odd, but never unfair.

“Uhhh….Percy?” Ramsey’s confusion was met by the policewoman’s polite smile.

“Yes? Is there something you’d like to ask me about the rules?”

A nod. “Just one thing.” Despite the fact that she couldn’t see what he was pointing to, the Australian pointed to one of the lines with his index finger. “I think ‘no crayons of debauchery’ is a bit unnecessary.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Your time between the two is divvied up almost perfectly evenly, as expected of Percy’s scheduling. Sometimes, Ramsey can even go somewhere with you as long as an officer (typically Percy) accompanies you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 On occasion, you’ll also get ‘babysat’ by Meryl or Sergeant Eros when both your parents are unavailable. Meryl can be a bit…jumpy, but typically well meaning. And Eros will let you ride shotgun if he takes you to work with him (given that the work is appropriate and something you can tag along for).

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ramsey makes drawings of your OCs and Percy hangs them on her fridge. It’s kind of comical to see your fursona or the like hung up in her otherwise rather plain kitchen, but it’s also a sweet reminder of how she’s invested in your interests.

“I must admit, I am curious.” You perked your head up at the sound of your mother’s voice, watching as she admired one of the papers hung up with a magnet on her fridge. When she was done examining the drawing like it was some sort of specimen, she’d stand up to her full height and look your way. “Why am I drawn as a beaver in this picture?”

“Oh,” you explained between bites of food, “I always thought if you were an animal, that’s what you’d be, because you make all kinds of buildings when you’re working.”

This answer seemed to leave her pleased, almost glowing in response to your perception of her. With a hand over her heart, she spoke in a calm voice. “Ah, the beaver. Truly an industrious creature. Nature’s architect, presiding over the flowing waters, arbiting their path….”

….Well, that probably meant she was happy about the fursona you came up for her.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I wouldn’t call Percy overprotective per se, but she is very cautious. Like if you want to ride a bike, she’ll make sure you have a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoulder pads….overall, just makes sure to take all possible safety measures in a situation. She’ll never stop you from doing something you want to do within reason, she’ll just make sure she’s there to keep an eye on you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’ve also likely met Howie once or twice because he’s a good friend (slash business rival) of Percy’s. He gave you a honeyed snack once. It tasted good, but the texture is…..questionable.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite Percy being classic lawful good, Ramsey can actually be the more reasonable one, aka having more common sense in a situation. Sometimes, parent-child bonding is just being surrounded by wackiness while both expressing complete and utter exasperation.

“Hey dad, do you know what is happening right now at all?” You loved your mother to death, but her idea of a ‘fun activity’ could often be rather strange. Like now, where she was currently trying to enforce road safety laws to the Mario Kart CPUs. While losing.

All the man could do was shake his head and crack a grin. “Eh, just roll with it, kiddo. You get used to it after a while.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They both give headpats, but Percy’s are a sort of stiff “pat pat” while Ramsey’s is more of a noogie that messes up your hair. You don’t have the heart to say either one is better than the other, though.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They’re both wonderful, really. Both a little weird, but that’s part of what makes your family so great.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request ! #🦄's writings #epithet erased imagines #epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #ramsey murdoch imagines #Ramsey Murdoch #percival king #Percival king imagines #familial imagines

[maurice-memes]

hi. im back witih another ask (sunglasses emoji) why do you like maurice so much? (+ i rlly like ur design for him hes silly)

Thanks for asking about Maurice!! I do love him so much, even enough to make a blog based around him lol

It actually took me a little bit to get to this, and I fully intend to answer your ask about Piggy as well eventually!

I don’t really know how to introduce this topic, so I won’t, I’ll just say that I liked him mostly because he’s seen as the jokester of the boys. Because of the way people saw him was the “memer” because he made those kids laugh in that one scene. I thought he was funny! One of my favorite lines in the book is so simple and so silly, and it was the one about Maurice having both his legs in one side of his shorts (I actually drew this a couple years ago and never posted).

Initially, I just wanted to make a meme page, and Maurice fit the bill for a suitable mascot for the blog, but having him as the face of my blog made me a lot more conscious of him, and he became my favorite over time.

What I’ve come to realize is that I tend to like more pure-hearted characters, which is also the reason I tend to like children’s media. Because the protagonists are all pure of heart and not as cynical as characters from more mature media. I think I had a positive first impression of Maurice when he was introduced in the book as “grinning all the time.” He’s happy and simply being what he is, just a kid.

I realize that Maurice is eventually lost to savagery like most everyone else in the book, but his appearances in the first fraction of the book depict him as being carefree, and at times, more conscious of others than the other kids and even himself later on. Given, this is only because society had imprinted on him so heavily.

In this scene depicted below, Roger and Maurice walk toward the beach from the woods, and they both kick down sandcastles on their way. But as soon as Percival begins to cry, Maurice stops because someone at home had raised a hand to him for hurting a child sometime before his arrival on the island. It might just be how heavily society influenced him, but it shows that he was raised well and that he was disciplined and conscious enough of others’ feelings the least amount to refrain from making Percival cry more despite there being no one to punish him anymore, unlike Roger. It says something about his personal character, even if it’s not very strong (since he gave in later). I honestly doubt that Roger had zero discipline in his life, so that was an act of him disregarding the respect for others he should have been taught at a minimal level (hence why he isn’t my favorite character, though I still love him).

As for design, even if you didn’t ask about it, the reason I gave him a middle part is simply because everyone else seemed to be doing it at the time too. And the reason I gave him a big purple bow has nothing to do with canon at all. I just wanted a way to set my Maurice aside from everyone else’s. I had just watched Beauty and the Beast’s live action, and Belle’s father, Maurice, had a tiny little bow to tie up his hair, and I happened to incorporate it into Maurice’s design. Actually, his bow was small and off to the side the first time I drew him, but it got bigger over time, until it framed his entire lower half of his head. My association of Maurice and purple was also completely random. Purple was just the first color I saw when I was coloring his bow that first time. I really like seeing people associate purple with Maurice! It makes me happy, even if it is by pure coincidence!

TLDR: I just think he’s sweet and silly! He’s the more lighthearted, inconsequential character in the book, and I like that!

Thanks again for asking about my favorite boy!

#lotf #lord of the flies #lotf fanart #lotf headcanons #lotf roger #lotf maurice #lotf percival #percival wemys madison

[clotpolesonly]

Ooh okay for the unusual fic ask thing, what about either Perspective Flip or Time After Time for Ask Nicely? That fic lives rent free in my head tbh

Ask Nicely

oh this will be fun, let's give you BOTH!! a little future scene (and by future i mean like probably 3 days later lol) from outsider POV 😂

Elyan was almost finished with his stats assignment. Gwen would probably call it late already, but the class didn't start for another four minutes. He had plenty of time! If he could just get through this one last problem set...

His hasty scribbling was interrupted by a sudden spike in noise around him. Even Leon left off his dramatic retelling of last night's footie match that literally all of them had also been there for in favor of letting out a noise of surprise. One more equation to go and Elyan couldn't resist the curiosity.

He looked up to find everyone's eyes on the classroom door. It took him a moment to parse who exactly was leaning in it, but when he finally did, he dropped his pencil.

"When did Merlin get fit?"

Elyan, like all the rest of them, had known Merlin at least in passing for three years now. He was a nice guy, very smart and studious. Taller than he looked; he had a tendency toward slouching. He snorted when he laughed. He was always happy to lend out the pens he carried around in his well-protected shirt pocket.

The shirt he was wearing now had no pocket at all, nor was it baggy or oversized like Merlin's shirts often were. No, now he was in a purple henley that fit him like a fucking glove, buttons at the collar undone to show off a glimpse of dark chest hair. His jeans, too, actually fit him properly and, when Merlin pushed off the door jamb and strolled across the front of the room, showed off assets Elyan had had no idea Merlin possessed. For once, he wasn't wearing a scarf.

Beside him, Gwaine snorted. "Merlin's always been fit," he said, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "I knew that."

Percival flicked him in the back of the head. Before Gwaine could retaliate, Merlin drew level with them. He gave them a familiar smile and wave, but he didn't stop until he'd reached Arthur, a few seats down the row.

Elyan had definitely missed something. It wasn't uncommon for him to miss things, and no one ever seemed to feel the need to fill him in on big important things that he missed. Sometimes he didn't notice, and no one noticed that he hadn't noticed, and it was weeks before he got clued in.

But there was no missing the look on Arthur's face. Wide eyes, mouth open, pencil dangling from suddenly limp fingers. He looked up at Merlin like he had never seen a sight so stunning -- which was a little much, honestly, considering all that had changed was Merlin's clothes.

Well, Elyan thought, giving Merlin another look-over. There was definitely something a little different in his mannerism too. It wasn't that Merlin was meek or anything. He'd never exactly been a wallflower, and he had never shied away from drawing attention to himself. But there was an easy kind of confidence to him now that Elyan had never seen before. He couldn't imagine the Merlin of last week planting a hand on Arthur Pendragon's desk and leaning over him, head cocked to one side and a smirk on his face, as Arthur gazed up at him with fucking sparkle hearts in his eyes.

Without a word, Merlin held up a rectangle of plastic between two fingers of his free hand -- his well-used pocket protector. He held it out and waited, expectant. After a long moment of significant-feeling eye-contact, a grin bloomed on Arthur's face. He reached out and took it.

As soon as the offending accessory had left his hand, Merlin took hold of Arthur instead, now-free hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward. The kiss that followed sent the entire classroom into something of an uproar. Elyan's poor stats homework lay completely forgotten as he repeatedly thumped Gwaine in the arm.

"When the hell did this happen?" he demanded. "What -- Why -- ??"

Gwaine leaned over, smug as anything, and whispered back, "Merlin's hung like a horse."

As much as Elyan had not needed that information, it did provide some context for the dreamy, spaced-out look on Arthur's face when Merlin finally allowed him to breathe again. Leon looked like he wanted to phase out of existence and recede to the astral plane to escape witnessing this interaction. Elyan did not blame him. This was far more than he wanted to know about his mates' sex lives, but there was also a brightness to Arthur's smile that spoke of genuine delight. He'd never seen Arthur look this smitten by any of the other people he'd dated.

As Merlin took the seat on Arthur's other side, his foot immediately hooking around Arthur's ankle like he was holding him in place, Elyan leaned back toward Percival.

"What do you think?"

Percival was squinted at them consideringly. Though often mistaken for a himbo, Percival was perceptive as fuck and had an uncanny knack for predicting other people's relationship trajectories. He had predicted Gwaine's last girlfriend being unfaithful from the day they'd met, and he had taken one look at Elyan himself their first year and just known that he wasn't inclined toward relationships at all. It was downright scary sometimes, his instinct, but they'd all learned to trust it.

It took him a while to size up Merlin and Arthur, watching the way they leaned toward each other, the push and pull of their bickering, how their eyes were always drawn inevitably back to each other. Eventually, he nodded with finality.

"Set the wedding date, mates. These two are gonna last."

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[merlinbingo]

Wonderful people, it's time for another round up!

In April, we received 56 fantastic fills created by 27 brilliant participants and one easily distracted mod. A second person has now got bingo, which is really awesome, and a whopping 58 people have filled at least one square over the last three months.

In terms of the kinds of works people submitted in April, 37 were fics, 13 artworks, four moodboards, one gif, and one poem! Yep, a poem!

28 fills were Merlin/Arthur and 12 were gen. Gwaine/Percival got seven, which is more fills than they've had in any month in any round before this (sure, they were all for chapters of the same collab, but it's still worth mentioning), and we had two Merlin/Leon fills as well.

Of the remaining seven, two were F/F (Gwen/Morgana and Vivian/OC), two were poly (Merlin/Arthur/Gwen and Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot), two were older generation (Gaius/Geoffrey and Catrina/Uther - the latter features Uther as Belle and Catrina as the Beast, and I adore it completely), and the final one is Merlin/Gwaine (which made me so happy that I'd have someone new to read for them, until I looked at it and realised I posted it, oh well, maybe there'll be more in May).

All fills are hidden below the cut, sorted by ship and then by rating. Remember to check the warnings and ratings, and practice self-care before clicking on that link!

No ships/gen

Victorian Lady Morgana by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

forgotten by Radioactivesunflower Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sad merlin, angst, hurt no comfort, merthur if you squint, Summary: Gwen is saved! Someone is forgotten. Fears become a reality

Merlin ~ I am free now. I do not have the slightest reason for living. by willowsmarika Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Philosophy, Existentialism, Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée, inspo by a novel Summary: Inspo: Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre and how I tried to visualize Merlin in Roquentin's place and apply the central themes of the novel to Merlin. The inspo behind the idea was, that Merlin and other magic users could have easily felt like Roquentin did, grappling with their existence.

These Lonely Nights by monoisbored Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Arthur, Digital Art Summary:

Long Live the King by schweet_heart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Merlin fanart, King Arthur, long-haired Arthur, bearded Arthur, Bradley James Summary: King Arthur, but a little to the left.

All the Way Back You Held Out Your Hand - Masterpost moodboard by Laevateinn Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Hurt Gwaine, moodboard, forest, werewolf Summary: Gwaine gets kidnapped and cursed by an evil sorcerer, but it's okay because Percival still really likes him. // Moodboard for the kidnapping

gwen and elyan royalty au by kairennart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: digital art, royalty au Summary:

adopted square- QPR! by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Sewing Skills by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: kid fic, silly, pre-canon, will is a troublemaker Summary: Merlin and Will were always getting into trouble. Sometimes Hunith could barely keep a straight face because they were so ridiculous. But most times, she just worried.

We'll Always Be The Last To Fall by ExcaliburnRowan Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: Guardian Angel AU, Canon Era, Action/Adventure, Powerful Merlin, Merlin's Magic Revealed Summary: He does not remember the feeling of panic rising in his throat at the thought that he would not be discovered before he became nothing more than a dead corpse in a dead Queen’s garden, an errant child out of bed after hours.' This is my fill for BBC Merlin Reverse Bang! The original prompt, summary and the artwork can be found on AO3.

Written in the Stars by archaeologist_d Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: canon era, merlin as musician, fluff Summary: Merlin could hear the music in the wind and the earth and the sky and sometimes he would even play to it. Of course, the clotpole finds out.

No one and nothing part 4 by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: canon era, canon AU, arthur as hero Summary: Merlin saves Arthur’s life in front of the whole court and has to run for his life. But when Arthur shows up, asking for help, what was Merlin to do, say no?

Gwen/Morgana

Morgana's makeup routine by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Vivian/OFC

The One Where Vivian is a Lesbian and Olaf Isn't Buying That Straight Shit by EvannaWebb Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Episode: s02e10 Sweet dreams, crack treated seriously, Olaf is a good parent Summary: Olaf realises that magic is being used when Vivian claims to be in love with Arthur Pendragon. Mostly because his daughter is a raging lesbian.

Catrina/Uther Pendragon

Beauty and the Beast by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: Uther as Belle and Lady Catrina as the Beast, as inspired by Stelle!

Merlin/Arthur/Gwen

and from dusk to dawn (I'll be with you) by Imagined Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Canon Divergence, Love Spell, Polyamory, Merlin's Magic Revealed, Emotional Angst Summary: Merlin will never be entirely able to explain his thoughts and actions of that day, but he will remember standing there; Gwen in his arms, his lips still tingling with her kiss, and only the hungry beast of desire left in his mind—that he wants her, and he ought to want her, and she belongs to him— And then Arthur stares him in the face, steel in his hand and betrayal in his eyes, and the fog clears. And Merlin has no idea what he’s just done. Or: Instead of Lancelot, Morgana enchants Merlin and Gwen to betray Arthur together on the eve of their wedding.

Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot

Death, War and Destruction by kairennart Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: digital art, god au Summary:

Merlin/Leon

Immortal Husbands by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Shadow of the Day by thetreeofwillow Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Episode: s03e12-13 The Coming of Arthur (Merlin), Grief/Mourning, Secret Relationship, Reunion Summary: Merlin watches the courtyard every time Leon leaves on patrol. One day he doesn't come back. ** A Coming of Arthur AU, where Merlin and Leon have been carrying on a secret relationship.

Gaius/Geoffrey

surreptitious by mechup Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: pov outsider, secret relationship, gaius & merlin Summary: Merlin notices Gaius acting strangely and decides to investigate.

Merlin/Gwaine

Rings Like a Bell Through the Night by eachpeachpearplum Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: fluff, canon-era, dancing Summary: "Come on," Gwaine says, offering his hand to Merlin. "Dance with me."

Gwaine/Percival

All the Way Back You Held Out Your Hand by eachpeachpearplum and Laevateinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Canon-typical violence Major tags: canon-divergence, curses, werewolf Gwaine, getting together, arm-wrestling Summary: It's not that Gwaine's complaining, not really, because this is definitely the friendliest conclusion he's ever seen to a kidnapping. It's way better than torture and starvation followed by either a dramatic rescue or his untimely demise, but yeah, being knocked unconscious, tied up in a shack, having gibberish chanted at him and then being let go again is very definitely strange. Or: Gwaine gets kidnapped and cursed by an evil sorcerer, but it's okay because Percival still really likes him.

Merlin/Arthur

Golden Day by Robin_Fai Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: Arthur and Merlin in the golden light of their wedding day.

Soulbonded pair by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary:

Merthur as Heartstopper by KingAni Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: heartstopper, merthur Summary: merlin & arthur as the famous nick & charlie

That One by Zaharya Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Friendship, Humor, Crack, Prologue, Merlin claims his friends Summary: Usually it’s Gwaine’s job, the making friends. Not with Merlin. No, Merlin takes one look at him and the thing is done.

With the power of a million suns by 50quid Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Merlin is Affectionate Summary:

Do You Remember the First Time by Robin_Fai Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: music, friendship, friends to lovers, falling in love Summary: It starts like this: two idiots dancing to Common People in the living room of Leon’s shared house. Merlin and Arthur flinging their limbs about wildly and laughing as if they had not a care in the world, as if they couldn’t care less that people are watching. Later, all that Arthur can ever recall of the night is that one moment – dancing with Merlin and feeling freer than he ever had before in his life.

my soul laid bare for all to read by highfunctioning-clotpole Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: love confession, pining, modern setting, fluff Summary: Whilst tidying up, Arthur finds a book he doesn't recognise. As he starts to read, he begins to realise something...

The Stars by Jockles Rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Drabble, Poetry, Canon Compliant Summary: A Poem from the journal of Professor Merlin, found in his office during the cleanup after he quit, with no warning, after a panicked phonecall from an 'old family friend'.

The Choice by lavender_spice Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: magic reveal, protective arthur, episode:5x05 the disir Summary: Merlin is mortally wounded in the Disir's cave. Now Arthur is presented with one of the most difficult choices of his life: save his friend or let his father's legacy die.

The Neurodivergent Sorcerer's Guide to Graduating by Imagined Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fairytale Au, Modern AU with Magic, University AU, Merlin has ADHD Summary: “So, Merlin,” Arthur says, and leans forward. Despite having climbed a tower that’s taller than the Big Ben, he doesn’t have a lock of hair out of place. Merlin despises him for that, a little bit. “What are you currently doing in a tower that seems to have no entrance and does have a large dragon on top, which really, that doesn’t help with being perceived as a princess, you’re aware?” “How did you get past Kilgharrah?” Merlin wonders. “Dragons sleep too, Merlin.” Or: Merlin has stuck himself in a tower in a desperate attempt to make himself focus on his dissertation. A lot of knights seem to be under the impression that this makes him a princess in need of rescue, but fail to climb all the way up—that is, until Arthur.

A Faire Fight by Zaharya Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Returned Arthur, Tournaments, Fluff, Sword Fights, Getting Together Summary: Merlin and a freshly returned Arthur go to a medieval faire and fight in a tourney.

darkness in the distance by queerofthedagger Rating: Teen Warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Major tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Ambiguous Ending Summary: Traditions, Merlin comes to understand early on, are a consistent thread in the tapestry that is Camelot. It is a strange thing to get used to, the weight people place on them; small, seemingly inconsequential ones like honey cakes on Sundays, as well as the big, swooping ones like celebrations of the harvest, or burning sorcerers in the town square.

What matters is what you make of it by Zaharya Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Magic reveal, visual magic, powerful Merlin, scared Arthur, angst with a happy ending Summary: After Merlin's magic is revealed, both Merlin and Arthur have to face their fears of each other.

We can hold hands (And you can watch me) by Sage_Owl Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern Era, First Date, Texting, Friends to Lovers, Roommates Summary: Merlin and Arthur each get set up on a blind date. It's a first for both of them, but not in the way they expect.

Our Man Emrys by thetreeofwillow Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Our Man Bashir AU, Jealousy, Canon Era, Flirting, Arthur's Competency Kink Summary: Merlin’s been sneaking off every chance he gets for the last few weeks and frankly, Arthur is sick of it. Merlin only pays him the barest hints of attention these days, merely what's necessary for his job. Obviously, Arthur can’t stand for his own manservant ignoring him, so he decided to skip today’s council meeting and follow Merlin. What Arthur finds sees him embroiled in a plot of friend saving and kingdom destruction. ** Also known as the Our Man Bashir AU nobody wanted, but I needed.

it's a nice day for a white wedding by radioactivesunflower Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, attempt at humor,modern era,slowish burn Summary: what happens when you meet your soulmate at their wedding? oh! you also hate each other gut

No one and Nothing - part 1 by archaeologist_d Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: canon era, angst, merlin reveals his magic Summary: Merlin saves Arthur’s life in front of the whole court and has to run for his life. But when Arthur shows up, asking for help, what was Merlin to do, say no?

On the Shores of Avalon Lake by Sage_Owl Rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern with Magic, minor character death, getting together, detective Arthur Pendragon, canon-typical violence Summary: Arthur Pendragon, youngest detective in Camelot PD's history, is set to follow in his father's footsteps and honor the Pendragon name. Until a string of unexplained murders forces him to team up with his worst nightmare (and all-around pain in his arse): Emrys, the most powerful warlock of a generation.

Abide by the Rules by SauraUnderscore Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU; College AU; Teacher/Student Relationship; Age gap; Spanking; Explicit Sex; Surprising Ending; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Summary: Of course, the first one testing if the new Algebra teacher in the very prestigious Camelot College is able to abide by the rules, must be Arthur Pendragon. Not only that, but the little shit is the incredibly handsome headmaster’s son. He knows perfectly well the kind of punishment he is going to receive for cheating in his exam, and he believes Merlin is too weak to deliver it.

in the wake of shadows there is a sun by paceprompting Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e11 The Sorcerer's Shadow (Merlin), Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together Summary: In the final round of the tournament with no rules and no code, Gilli uses his magic to kill the King of Camelot, Uther Pendragon. From the shadows, Morgana rises to take the crown and punish those who had wronged her: starting with Merlin. Mortally injured, only a few allies to aid him, and his magic revealed, Merlin must try to survive to the next dawn.

You are something I can't classify by TyalanganD Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Asexuality spectrum, romance, light angst Summary: Arthur is Merlin-sexual. And that is a disaster.

Put A Ring On It by Sage_Owl Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Incubus, Modern With Magic, Sex Toys, Porn with Feelings, Neighbors Summary: Merlin leaves unexpectedly. Arthur is not pleased.

I Sell Thee My Soul by Saura Underscore Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Historical AU; Modern with Magic; Priest Merlin; Demon Arthur; Lucifer Temptation; Dub-con; Explicit Sex; Sex in a Church; Sex over an Altar Summary: Knowing that the Old Religion is dead, Merlin spends hundreds of years as a priest of small parishes or as a monk, trying to find solace in the quiet of living in monasteries rather than believing the Christian God would bring Arthur back from the lake. But, from his side, Arthur can see him and prays. Yet, in this game of good and evil, someone listens and makes Arthur a tempting offer.

red velvet & almond blossom by jopzer Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: fluff & smut, mutual pining, fix-it, crossdressing Summary: Merlin is wrangled into being Queen for the day, with the outfit to match.

for this moment, for all time by TheDragon Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: Alternate Universe—Soulmates, Soul Bonds, Kidnapping, Angst, Whump Summary: So you—what? Want me to use my magic to help you? Merlin asks, struggling not to let his disgust show. "Not your magic, no," the man finally says after a too-long silence, interrupted only by the clanking of Merlin's shackles as he finally pulls himself to his feet. "The ritual would be performed on you. It can be done with or without your consent, but the chance of success will be much higher if you go into this willingly." "And the ritual is?" Merlin asks after a beat. "It's meant to dissolve the soulbond between you and King Arthur."

- by royal_spud Rating: Not rated Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Summary: A recreation of the artwork of Hyacinthus and Apollo in the form of Merlin and Arthur

#merlin bingo #bbc merlin #round three #april round up #so many fills #we love you all

[oh-myluckystars]

Persiens Week: Day Three: Hope | read on ao3

“Hat or no hat?”

Anne placed the hat on Nasiens’ head, nodding to herself. She plucked it off to see what he looked like without the hat.

Anne handed it back to him. “Keep the hat. It makes you look sophisticated.”

Nasiens looked at his reflection in the mirror and he had to admit that Anne was right. His hat combined with his suit and tie did make him look sophisticated. He wondered if the sophisticated look was something that his date would be interested in.

Regardless, he trusted Anne’s instincts when it came to romance. After so many failed first dates it gave him a little more confidence if she was helping him get ready.

”Thanks again for this. I really appreciate this.” Nasiens said, adjusting his tie.

Anne placed a hand over his shoulder. “Don’t mention it, I’m happy to help.”

“Are you nervous?” Anne asked.

Nasiens swallowed. “A little…”

It was hard not to be nervous. He had been on so many failed dates that he was afraid he’d never find someone for him.

Not to mention this was a blind date that Anne had set him up on. First dates were always hard but a blind date made him even more anxious. At least with his other dates the two parties had initially been interested in each other but with a blind date he was literally going on in blind.

He knew that was the point but it still made him feel uneasy.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. Tonight is gonna be a success, trust me.” Anne said, winking at him playfully.

“I hope so…”

—

It was decided that the two of them would meet in front of the restaurant. Nasiens had gotten there early so he knew he would have to wait a while but the longer he stood there waiting, the more he started to worry.

At first he just assumed his date was running late. Every time he saw a man approaching him he thought his date had arrived, only to be filled with disappointment when they walked right past him.

After an hour passed by without meeting his date he had accepted that he had been stood up.

But if he went home he would have to admit what had happened— or rather what hadn’t happened. And he had already spent so much time waiting that he was hungry. Maybe a nice meal would keep his mind off another failed date.

“Table for one please.” Nasiens was embarrassed to even say it. Any other time he wouldn’t mind eating by himself but tonight was different.

He followed the waiter to his table, which was coincidentally surrounded by several other couples. Nasiens didn’t know whether to be annoyed at the waiter or disappointed at his circumstances.

“The food better be good.” Nasiens said with a sigh, picking up the menu.

He heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor and looked up.

“Mind if I sit?” A man with bright green hair asked, leaning against his chair.

Nasiens nodded.

The man sat down in front of Nasiens. “My name’s Percival. What’s yours?”

“Nasiens,” He answered, putting down the menu. He looked at him skeptically. “…Is there a reason why you wanted to join me?”

“Well, I was supposed to be here on a date tonight but they still haven’t shown up. I was just gonna leave but then I saw you and I thought we could both use the company. Am I right about that?”

Nasiens looked away in embarrassment. Percival had read him like a book. Had he been that obvious? Or was it because he had been through the same thing?

“To tell you the truth… I got stood up by my date too,” Nasiens admitted, drumming his fingers against the menu. “I didn’t want to keep waiting but I didn’t want to go home like this either.”

“Then let’s have a good time without our dates. That’ll show them, right?” Percival said with a grin.

Nasiens didn’t know how Percival could be so energetic after being stood up and he was envious of that. He wanted to be able to smile after a failure too. If he spent the night with Percival maybe his smile would rub off on him.

He hoped it would.

“Let’s do it.”

—

“Do you think we ordered too much food?” Nasiens asked, eyeing the table full of food.

They initially had trouble deciding what to order because it was Nasiens’ first time eating at the restaurant and Percival had eaten there so much that he just couldn’t decide what to order.

So they compromised and ordered one of everything. And it was a lot.

“We’re sharing so it’s okay, right?” Percival said, grabbing a plate of lobster.

“Yeah, we might as well get our moneys worth, right?” Nasiens said but he was already dreading getting the check. He wished he could be as carefree as Percival at times like this.

“That’s the spirit! Let’s make this a night to remember!” Percival exclaimed, raising his glass.

Nasiens smiled and clinked his glass with Percival’s. They both took a sip but when Nasiens put his drink down Percival was still drinking which quickly turned into chugging. Percival didn’t stop until he was done with the entire glass of wine.

“Is this your first time drinking, Percival?” Nasiens asked.

“Yeah, I figured tonight was a good time to start.” Percival said, pouring himself another glass.

“Just don’t drink so much all at once, okay?” Nasiens said with a chuckle. “Unless you want to get drunk, that is.”

“Do you drink a lot, Nasiens?” Percival asked.

“Well, I’ve been drunk enough times to know how to get drunk.” Nasiens said, realizing he was pretty much admitting that he did indeed get drunk a lot.

But he didn’t know if it was a mistake to admit that to his date or not.

He actually didn’t know if this counted as a date or not. Sure, the two of them had been ditched by their original dates and now they were having dinner with each other instead but did that make this a date?

Nasiens wanted to ask but they had been having such a good time tonight and if he heard an answer he didn’t like it would just spoil the rest of the night. He didn’t want that.

All Nasiens wanted was to enjoy the night with Percival.

—

They spent the rest of the night trying to finish all their food and failing and drinking a little more than what was necessary. Eventually they agreed to take each other home.

“I think I’m drunk now!” Percival announced, trying to balance on the edge of the sidewalk.

Nasiens grabbed Percival’s hand to help him balance. “Now? I think we’ve been drunk all night, Percival.”

“When’s the part where I throw up?” Percival asked.

“Hopefully you don’t but preferably when you get home.”

“Okay, I’ll wait until I get home.” Percival said, looking up at the starry sky. He kept his eyes glued to the sky as he walked until he tripped on a rock and fell down.

“Percival!”

Percival started to get up but halfway through he gave up and just sat down on the ground. Nasiens lowered himself onto the floor with Percival, sitting across from him.

“You didn’t break anything, did you?” Nasiens asked.

Percival shook his head.

“…Can I ask you something?” Nasiens asked and Percival nodded.

“Tonight… was it a date?”

The question had been on Nasiens’ mind all night and even now when he could barely think straight he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Nasiens figured if Percival said no he could handle it as long as he was this drunk.

“Yeah, it was. Wasn’t it?”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” Nasiens admitted, pulling his legs against his chest. “…Was it a good date?”

Percival hummed to himself in thought. “I think so, I mean I had a lot of fun with you tonight. It was my first date so I don’t really know how to answer that…”

“Tonight was your first date?” Nasiens echoed his words back at him in disbelief.

Nasiens couldn’t imagine being stood up on his first date, much less being able to approach someone new after the fact.

But Percival wasn’t like Nasiens, was he?

“Would you wanna go on another date?” Percival asked, snapping Nasiens back to reality.

“…Is that you or the alcohol talking?” Nasiens almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But he still wanted to believe it.

“Me… or maybe both?” Percival laughed. He leaned forward, grabbing Nasiens’ hands. “But I mean it. I wanna go on another date. Do you?”

Nasiens nodded, blushing. “I do.”

“But you should know I’ve never been on a second date before.” Nasiens quickly added.

“It’s okay, neither have I.” Percival smiled.

#persiens week #percival #percival mnyk #nasiens #persiens #percival x nasiens #4kota #four knights of the apocalypse #4koa #nnt #mokushiroku no yon kishi #7ds #mnyk #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #my fic #fanfiction

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Thoughts on everyone’s favourite Christmas/Yuletide/winter solstice gift? ( either cannon era or modern times)

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

This is interesting to think about... so let's think about it!!

Arthur's is definitely something sappy that Merlin got him one year, not that he'd EVER tell Merlin that. Either something that Merlin found in the castle that belonged to Arthur's mother (like at the end of Marksman!Merlin), or something really small; handmade but thoughtful. A ring or a chain for his neck or something; he either had Gwen teach him how to forge simple things and figured it out from there, using pieces of scrap metal that the forge can't really use (meaning whatever he makes is actually worth quite a bit, overall, not that Merlin intends that, or is even aware of it), OR he makes something with his magic post reveal. Arthur wears whatever it is practically everyday, and Merlin only points it out on days the two of them are being particularly... friendly.

Merlin's is probably something from his mother or Gwen. Arthur like... tries? And it's adorable?? But he normally just buys things because he's terrible at being creative/making things, and as much as Merlin treasure the new boots or jacket or whatever, the hand sewn, hand embroidered neckerchief from Gwen, or the little package of treats that you can only find in Ealdor that his mum sent, are treasured just a little bit more. Arthur is not bitter about this. Not at all.

Morgana's is probably also something from Gwen. It'll be a small trinket, a little hairpin or bracelet that she picked up from a travelling merchant and personalised herself. Morgana will wear it at every opportunity, and definitely finds herself buying/commissioning clothes in certain colours so that she can wear it more often.

Gwaine got a personalised water skin. Of course what he actually puts in it is booze, but that was intentional on the gifter's part (Elyan probably, or whoever in the group is least against his drinking lol). It has his name embroidered on it all nicely. Gwaine gets to have something that feels kind of nice and posh, without feeling like he's a noble again, because he fills it with ale or liquor.

Gwen’s is either something from one of her parents, likely her mother, from a long time ago that she cherishes, OR it’ll be something super sappy from Merlin. I reckon Merlin, in his hopeless romantic (even in his platonic relationships) way, collects a little group of all the types of flowers Gwen has given him over the years and dries and presses them to make something nice. Probably just something decorative that she can put on a wall or use as a bookmark, but it’s a symbol of their friendship that she hadn’t even considered that important, but Merlin evidently had, and she LOVES it.

Leon’s is something meaningful, or stupid. He’s technically a Lord, so no one bothers buying him anything valuable because it’s kind of pointless, so it’s either something really thoughtful and handmade, or a joke gift that he adores. I reckon from Gwaine. Yeah. Gwaine got him something absolutely ridiculously stupid one year—I’m thinking a handstitched (by Gwaine, so it’s legitimately terrible) handkerchief that says “To Mother, happy Yule (or Birthday/Christmas/whatever), love from the problem child” —and Leon carries it EVERYWHERE.

Elyan’s is something that used to belong to his father, given to him by Gwen a couple of years after he came home. He knows it took a little while for Gwen to forgive him for leaving, so the gift is important on multiple levels. Firstly, Gwen personally letting go of something that belonged to the father she lost is a pretty big sacrifice on her part, secondly, it’s like she’s forgiving him from going and finally just accepting that he’s back and part of the family again, and thirdly, it’s something from his father... who he misses terribly and has a lot of unsolved issues with.

Percival... maybe something from his family before they died? Something small and cheap and in bad shape, but whatever it is, it’s important on so many levels and he’ll never get rid of it. It’s kept very secret and safe and private, but he won’t lie if someone were to find it and ask what it is/why he keeps it.

Lancelot’s is probably something from Merlin? It’ll be something so silly and pointless, but with a lot of meaning behind it. Maybe something from Frankia? Lance hasn’t been home in so many years, and Merlin manages to do some trading with some, luckily clueless, travelling merchants who didn’t know that the herbs/candied fruits/wine/whatever only came from Frankia, and were worth quite a bit more than the dozen eggs and handful of coppers Merlin had given them as payment.

Gaius.... something from his sister maybe? Hunith sends him a sketch she did of them and their parents, or half of a blanket they used to share when they were kids, something super sentimental like that. No one knows he owns it, he keeps it in a crate under his bed and only ever takes it out when it’s been a tough week.

Mordred’s will definitely be something from his family. They’ve all gone now, all quite traumatically, but when back with Iseldir he gets given a memento as a gift the next Yule/birthday, to make him feel better, something small that had belonged to his parents before everything went to shit. A specific mortar bowl, a herb jar, a pocket knife, something mundane and boring that his parents never considered important, that would normally never be gift material.

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This has been half finished in my drafts for MONTHS so I’m glad I finally forced myself to finish it lol, I hope you enjoyed it anon, if you stuck around long enough to read it😅!

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #good mordred #good morgana #sir mordred #bbc mordred #mordred #sir gwaine #gwaine #sir leon #leon #elyan #sir elyan #percival #sir percival #lancelot #sir lancelot #gwen #guinevere #lady morgana #morgana #bbc merlin headcanons #merlin headcanons #favourite yule presents #favourite birthday presents #presents #favourite presents #favourite presents headcanon

[sendrew]

What's 100% guaranteed way to make your skeles laugh? :D

Here we go!

San will at least give you a pity laugh for even the lamest attempt at humor. He knows how shitty it feels to not get even a single laugh, and he's not gonna ever leave you hanging. But the way to get him wheezing with laughter? Build on his jokes. Get into a pun-off with him. Take his gag and run with it. He'll literally cry with laughter if you take the joke far enough. And then once you've done it once, you've got a running gag that you can pull out to have him in stitches at any time.

Percival really loves clever puns, and he will be tickled pink if you get good at them. Whether in writing or in spoken words, he'll be giggling over your tricksy wordplay. Especially if it's a little dark humor, though he'll feel rather bad for laughing, in that case. Don't call him out on it or he won't be comfortable laughing in front of you again. He too will give you the pity laugh for bad jokes, but it will be extremely obvious. He's not one for subtlety, this skeleton. So you better sharpen your wits if you want to make Percival laugh!

B is always laughing. He'll be laughing when he greets you, laughing when handing you the lunch he's packed you, laughing as you get into the car or onto the motorcycle together. This skeleton is made for sunshine and smiles and laughter. It's not hard to make B laugh. But to make him wheeze? To make him hold onto you for support as he tries to recover from laughing so hard it hurts? Surprise jokes that come outta nowhere.

Daryl is always smiling, and he looks like he's just a moment away from a smug chuckle at all times. But he rarely laughs aloud. You'll get a silent snicker when you make a silly mistake, or when you make a joke. The way to get him to really laugh is to pull a ridiculous face at him. He'll give you one loud bark of laughter, then blush like a lightbulb and try to play it off as nothing happening.

Rhett loves being happy. He will only laugh when he's actually really happy, so you gotta make sure to make him happy first. Then go in with the situational humor. He loves when you use the objects and world around you to make jokes. If you try to make him laugh when he's not already really happy, the most you'll get is a smirk. But if you give him a kiss and tell him someone's on the phone, then hand him a banana… You will have him laughing for sure.

Parlo enjoys a bit of schadenfreude. He'll laugh if you show him those videos where people fall down in funny ways. Not when animals are the ones getting hurt though. He'll gasp in dismay if a cat falls down, though he'll deny it after. If you really want to commit to the bit, fall down in front of him with something messy in your hands. He'll laugh his ass off, and probably won't be able to help you up, he'll be laughing so hard. He'll apologize after, but he'll still be chuckling a bit while doing so. Felix loves watching old comedies. The really ridiculous slapstick ones. The stupider the better, and the longer the better. He'll laugh extremely hard over all the jokes, no matter how many times he's seen the movie. If you decide to attempt to do the comedy for yourself, in an effort to make him laugh, he might actually hurt himself laughing. He'll cry with laughter if you somehow make the sketch even funnier than it was before.

Oliver giggles with joy every time he sees baby animals. He may also cry with happiness, but that's neither here nor there. Take him to a petting zoo and you will have a laughing, crying skeleton on your hands, while he'll have a lamb or a baby bunny in his hands. He especially loves watching them make fools of themselves trying to run around and do big animal things. He'd be happy to watch little animals doing their thing for hours, and he'll be giggling every time they do something cute.

Mallorie will laugh politely at political cartoons, but that's more of a scoff than anything. If you actually want to make him laugh, get him comfortable - alcohol or a long date would be your best bet - and then ask him to watch one of those newer comedies with you. One with lots of secondhand embarrassment. He loves it. He'll be full on cackling by the time the movie finishes.

Russell is practically made of nervous laughter. If you're looking for that, flirt with him. He'll be laughing in nerves and confusion for quite a while. But the thing that really gets him? Stupid humor. Think twelve-year-old boy humor. Fart jokes and 'your mom' all the way with this skeleton. Be prepared for giggles every single time you fart or burp loudly for the rest of your life.

Cobb is a tough cookie when it comes to laughter. If it's not maniacal, he's not comfortable being open with it. He is also, unfortunately for him, extremely ticklish. Please don't tickle him in public, he'll be so embarrassed. But in private? He actually loves to be able to unwind around you, and if you instigate a tickle war, you'll definitely win. He'll instigate them too, when he feels like losing to you and having fun doing it.

Mack will laugh at any joke you make. No joke is too foolish, and he gets every little funny thing you tell him. He loves laughing, and he loves laughing together with you. He'll take as many opportunities to laugh as he can get. Sometimes he'll just see a random animal or object and start laughing, remembering an old joke you or he or someone told him. Ask him to share it with you. It'll be so ridiculous you'll start laughing too. Johnny Copperhead will laugh every single time he's running away from trouble. He'll pull a job, and laugh while hiding. He'll be street racing, and he'll laugh while peeling out and evading the cops. Johnny Copperhead makes trouble everywhere he goes, and he'll be laughing all the while. If you join him on his misadventures, you'll be laughing too. His laughter is infectious.

Knox Copperhead laughs when he wins. Challenge him to something, and watch him get all competitive and then come out on top, laughing happily to himself. He also laughs at dirty jokes, the dirtier the better. The things he laughs at might make you turn bright red, and then he'll be laughing at you too.

Sparks doesn't actually laugh all that much. He prefers the slow, sultry grin, instead of laughter. But his well-hidden secret is that he laughs like a donkey when he watches bad horror movies. He just finds the scares so funny, and the acting is terrible, and the CGI is so badly-done! It's hilarious, and he'll be laughing so hard you'll worry it must hurt. You'll also find little bits of popcorn everywhere, because he will upend his bowl while laughing.

Pan laughs the most at memes. Send him a funny meme, or a really old one, or a brand new one that makes zero sense, and you'll get him huffing and chuckling. If you send him that 'send this to a person across the room' meme, he'll be in stitches. Vines also do it for him, and the vine-like tiktoks. He loves seeing all the stupidity and ingenuity the mind can create. It's hilariously fascinating.

#sendryl #sendrew #undertale #Senderverse #Sans #Papyrus #San #Percival #B #Daryl #Rhett #Parlo #Felix #Oliver #Mallorie #Russell #Cobb #Mack #Johnny Copperhead #Knox Copperhead #Sparks #Pan #phew that's a lotta skeles! #What makes them laugh #Laugh Styles

[azaleaniath]

Dude idek, have some christmas fluff already :)

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Sir Percival x reader

includes: christmas, hugs, cuddles, lots of fluff, kissing, reader fucking hating christmas, Percival being the purest shit I've ever seen

word count: 4.3k (what am I doing with my life)

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"Bloody hell, how long is this going to take..." you mumbled to yourself as you pathed up and down the hallway in front of the conference room.

Your heart felt heavier every second you thought about how you were going to tell the queen about your request.

It felt like an entire day passed until the big wooden doors finally opened and everyone left. The servants, the council members, the knights.

You tried to sneak into the room without the knights even catching sight of you. It was only Gwen, the king and his manservant in the room. As you neared them, Gwen heard your footsteps. She turned to you with a loving smile, coming a few steps closer.

"(Y/N), you said you wanted to talk abou something earlier?"

Her voice was calm as always.

It was hard to look her in the eyes, so you just watched yourself fumble with your own hands in front of your stomach.

"I do... but can we talk in private? I don't want to..."

Gwen rested one hand on your shoulder, nodding slowly.

"Of course, I understand. Let's go to my chambers."

With that, she lead you out of the room and over to hers. As you passed the knights, you still faced the ground, not wanting them to notice you.

Yet you could practically feel a cold stare in your back as you carried on.

Soon you arrived in her room and you  closed the door with a trembling hand. Gwen offered you a seat on the table which you gladly accepted. She sensed that there was something on your chest that seemed to be a burden to you.

"You may speak freely, I promise that whatever it is, it will not leave this room."

Only now you found the courage to look at her.

"Your highness, would it be possible for you to free me from my duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow? I don't feel that good."

She furrowed her eyebrows. A worried look lingered on her beautiful face.

"Do you need anything? Should I get Gaius?"

Quickly you shook your head.

"No, I'm fine, physically. I just need to be alone, if that's okay."

Now, she understood.

"Is it the same thing as last year?"

You nodded slowly, looking out of the window.

Tomorrow was christmas.

You hated cristmas.

It reminded you of not having any family members left anymore.

"I understand. If you want to be on your own, I respect your choice. And if you need anything, please let me know."

With a slight smile you leaned down and got up to leave.

"Thank you for your generosity, my lady. I appreciate it."

And with that, you left her room, making your way over to your own one.

As you walked through the castle, you suddenly ran into a familiar face.

It was Percival who stood right in front of you, your expression worried him a bit.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You looked up to his blue eyes and forced a smile. He noticed right away.

"Yeah, sure..."

Percival knew that, like this, the conversation would go nowhere. At least nowhere pleasant for you, and he tried to avoid that.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

You continued to force a happy expression, even at his words.

"Tomorrow's a big day. I'm sure the christmas festival will be wonderful."

"You're probably wearing your best dress, aren't you?"

"Are you saying I have ugly ones?"

Percival huffed, then mustered you for a moment.

"... Are you dodging my questions for a reason? Should I stop interfering or do you want to talk?"

Like a switch, your faked happy facade broke down to your sad expression again.

"I don't want to talk about it. But thank you for offering, Percival. You're truly a blessing."

He smiled down at you, respecting the fact that you did not want to share your burden. Yet he still wanted to cheer you up.

"Would you like a hug?"

This made you blush immediately and your expression switched once more so you ended up with a weak smile on your reddened face.

A nod was more than enough to have him open his arms, taking you in gently. You leant your body against his. It felt good. On the other hand, when did it ever feel bad to hug him?

Carefully as he could he pressed you against his chest and rested his head on top of yours.

You felt your heart starting to race. If there was one person that would always be successful in cheering you up, it was him. He gave you so much love and warmth, much more than anyone else. This man had a special place in your heart even if you did not dare to tell him that he was in fact the man you adored.

After some time had passed he gently let go of you, only to pick you up onto his strong arms like you did not even weight a pound. A loud giggle and a squeal escaped your lips as he did, with a big smile.

"See this as an... Extended hug. Where were you heading to?"

Both your arms were holding onto his neck to secure yourself.

"Hey, I can walk on my own!" you laughed, but he resisted.

"I know you can, but let me at least bring you to wherever you need to be before I leave you to your thoughts."

After a few seconds you gave in giggling, navigating him to your room.

On the way, he tried to keep that smile on your face. He hated to see you so sad.

"It's actually quite pleasant to carry you. Do you think I can borrow you during training?"

"As weight?"

"Uhuh, that would make my workout a hundred times more pleasant."

You playfully piched his upper arm, asking him "are you saying I'm heavy?"

He chuckled while shaking his head.

"Of course not. I'm just saying that I like having you close to me."

With closed eyes you nuzzled your face against his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweat and iron, but you did not mind. Somehow, it even seemed to calm you down.

Soon you arrived at your room and he gently let you down again. Once more he pulled you into a soft hug before reaching out for your hand, placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles.

"My lady, in case you ever need a ride somewhere, just call out for me and I'll be there."

Again you couldn't suppress a giggle and blushed. His gentle, lovely smile filled your heart with joy.

"I will, Sir Percival. Thank you, for everything."

He bowed, then let go of you finally. The smile he had magically brought to  your face lasted for a good while, until you layed down on your bed, sinking into the pile of pillows.

~~~~~

Later that day, you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As you looked to the door, you saw a hand reaching in a plate with grapes, bread, cheese, some chicken, lettuce and berries. Soon followed a head peeking through the door.

It was none other than the knight that had carried you to your room; Percival.

You smiled gently, getting up from your bed and fixing your hair quickly.

In the meantime, the man entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Afterwards he set down the plate at the table.

"I noticed you weren't present during dinner, so I thought I'd bring you some."

A certain redness flushed your cheeks, making them glow bright red.

"Oh, Percival, you're too kind and attentive. Thank you, but I don't really feel like eating right now..."

He furrowed his eyebrows and you both sat down at the table. There was a hint of worry in his expression.

"You already refused to eat lunch and you only had a few snacks during breakfast. I'm not leaving until you eat something."

"Then get comfortable, that could take some time."

He raised his eyebrows and his hands, closing his eyes for a short moment.

"That's fine with me, I'll stay the entire night if it means you'll eat something."

This answer, you did not expect.

For a while, you looked back to the plate and his face. He seemed to be serious about this.

The way he watched you closely made you reconsider and give in eventually.

"Alright, alright..."

And with that, you began to eat. Instantly, the knight seemed happier and satisfied.

"So...", he started, "You also weren't there when we decorated the main hall. I could've used your help with some things."

"For example?" you asked while picking up a few grapes.

"Holding Gwaine back from hanging mistletoes on every single door frame."

The image in your head of Sir Gwaine trying to put mistletoes everywhere and Leon and Percival running after him, taking them all of in annoyment surely amused you.

"What was I supposed to do about this?"

"I don't know, lunge yourself at him and keep him down or something."

Both of you laughed for a moment, until he added something more to that.

"Just your presence would've been wonderful. The guys asked why you weren't there with us. We would've loved to have you around."

You finished your meal and sank your head slowly. Would he understand your choice if you would explain to him?

For a moment you sat there in silence before breaking it with your unsteady voice.

"To be honest, I don't celebrate christmas. People always celebrate this day with their families, and as you know, I... don't have anyone left."

His blue eyes watched you carefully before he spoke again.

"(Y/N), I honestly understand your choice and your feelings. This is also the first year I celebrate christmas again since my familiy died. But this year, I'm spending it with my friends. They are my new family."

You looked into his eyes, closely listening to his words. Only now you realized that you had never thought about that before.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. You also don't need to celebrate it, but the thought of you sitting here all alone when we're all together, partying, that doesn't feel right. I would love to have you around tomorrow."

Soon you got up, walking towards the window, taling a look outside while you drowned in your thoughts for some time.

A gentle hand on your waist ripped you from your daydreaming. The knight stood right behind you, capturing you in a soft embrace. He rested his head on top of yours while holding you so close to him.

With closed eyes and a smile on your lips you enjoyed his company and his touch through and through.

After a while, you turned around in his embrace. "I think I could use another hug..."

"I'll give you as many as you need."

Both your arms found their way around his torso before you leant your head against his chest. It felt like your heart was going to explode.

Some time passed as you and Percival just hugged each other and enjoyed having each other so close.

"(Y/N)?" his voice broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

You felt him swallowing before his lips parted again.

"I know I cannot replace your family, nobody can. But would you still give it a try to join us for christmas? I'll do anything to see that lovely smile on your beautiful face tomorrow. Or else I'll stay here in your room with you all day."

Only now you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

"You can't be serious, Percival..."

"Of course I am. I don't want you to be here all alone. Also, I know that the knights have some gifts for you too. I'm sure they would love to give them to you."

You huffed at the thought.

"So they really thought about me too?"

Since you were Gwen's personal servant, you also spent a lot of time with the knights. As a matter of fact, you had organized a present for each of them as well, as much as you hated christmas.

"Surely! They've been pestering me with questions about you since early october."

Since it was getting awkward to hold him so close and looking into his eyes you rested your head against his chest again.

Deeply inhaling, you nuzzled your face into the fabric of his vest.

"But only for an hour..."

"2 hours. Excluding dinner." he protested.

"You know what? I'll stay until Gwaine's getting drunk."

Percival huffed, pulling you closer. "Then I'll leave with you, believe me."

~~~~~

The next day you woke up, you rolled out of bed slowly and got yourself ready. Only when you were done you noticed a small note and a christmas rose on your table.

You reached out to both of them, inhaling the scent from the flower and reading the letter.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes flew over the paper.

'To the most wonderful lady in Camelot

Dear Lady (Y/N),

I am truly beyond happy you're joining us for today's event. Thank you for giving me this opportunity and your time. I can't wait to see you tonight.

P. S. : You look adorable when you sleep. '

Only now you recalled that Percival had stayed with you until you had falled asleep. With rosy cheeks you stuck the letter to the frame of your mirror, then decided to braid the flower into your hair.

The thought of him didn't leave your mind for one second.

~~~~~

Before the evening, you had already talked to Gwen. She was more than willing to let you join the festivities nonetheless of what you had talked about the day before.

You had a lovely time eating dinner with all the guests, as suddenly, you saw Arthur tapping his goblet with his knife. All eyes landed on the king as he got up, clearing his throat.

"My dear friends", he started, "It's an honor to me to be able to spend this evening with every one of you. My dear wife Guineviere and I are sitting here today, proud to have you all around. Yet, I'd like to pass this speech on to someone who certainly will find the right words to express this even better."

You looked over to Percival who sat right next to you. He quickly smiled at you and got up as soon as Arthur had taken his seat again.

"As for some others, this is my first christmas here in Camelot and I could not wish for a better place to be right now. Tonight we celebrate the company of our dearest friends. We celebrate tonight as a family. As brothers and sisters, not bound by blood, but by something even stronger. As in battle, tonight no one's getting left out or behind. This might not be what you're used to, but I'm thankful for everyone of your who's joining us now. Let's enjoy the time we share."

He reached out to his goblet, reaching it out in fromt of him. Everyone else in the room, including you, joined in and raised their goblets as well.

"To everyone of us, and to a wonderful christmas evening in Camelot."

With that, everyone drank together, celebrating the company of each other. Once Percival sat back down, you gently pushed your elbow into his side.

"My my, I didn't know you were that good with holding speeches~"

He turned his full attention to you, watching your beaming smile in awe for some time before he spoke.

"I had to make it special since you're joining us."

You giggled, then took another sip of wine and got up. "I loved it" were the last words you whispered to him before you grabbed a few gifts that you had placed next to the wall behind you, then you walked over to the other knights.

"My knights in shining armor~" you chanted as you leant over the table between Leon and Gwaine.

"oh hello there pretty lady~" the brown haired man answered, and they all got up from their chairs.

"It's good to see you here, (Y/N)." Elyan chimed in, and you greeted them all with a short hug.

"How's your evening so far? Everything going fine?" Lancelot asked with his genuine smile.

You gave him a smile back and nodded. Leon pulled you to the side quickly and asked you if this was really fine for you. He knew how much you disliked this festival.

"To be honest, until yesterday evening, I did not intent to join."

"What changed your mind?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

"A certain someone showing up to my room and threatening to cuddle me to death."

Leon laughed and turned you back to the others after quickly glancing over to Percival.

"You mean a lot to him, he's been madly in love with you for months." he whispered to your ear, making you blush a bit.

"That goes both ways." you answered quietly before giving your attention to the entire group of men, handing everyone their gifts.

You watched them unpack in silence. They were all stunned by their gifts and thanked you right after. Now that they had opened their presents, you recieved some gifts from them as well.

"This one's from Elyan, Leon and me."  Lancelot explained and handed you a big wrapped bundle. Your eyes shot wide open at the gift, it was stunning velvet dress in your favourite color.

"You'll look stunning in that." Percival's voice suddenly emerged from behind you as you held the dress against your body.

Quickly your head turned back with a big smile.

"This is..."

"The wrong color? Wrong cut?" Elyan asked with an uncertain facial expression.

"Perfect! Beyond perfect!"

The boys exhaled in relief, as you thanked them. Next up was Gwaine.

You quickly unpacked his present as well; it was a new mead horn with impressive carvings on it's upper half.

"Did you do this yourself?!" you asked rather shocked. Gwaine proudly nodded and earned a tight hug in return.

"Hey Percival, have you given her your present yet?" Lancelot asked the tall knight, but he just shook his head.

"Save the best for last, huh?" you asked jokingly and leaned against Percival.

The knights laughed with you, then you looked at the dress and the mead horn again. "I did not expect this, really."

"We wanted to make this day special for you. You're supposed to remember this day with a smile on your face."

Leon answered, getting a hold of his goblet.

"Let's drink to that."

"By the way", you chimed in, "Gwaine, how much wine did you have by now?"

The man sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly glancing over to Percival.

"Not much. I wasn't allowed to get drunk before we exchange gifts."

~~~~~~

It was already late that evening when you were about to leave the party. You still hadn't exchanged gifts with Percival yet since you wanted this to be something between just you and him.

A yawn escaped your lips. The tall knight next to you placed one arm around you and asked you if you were ready to head off. As an answer, you only pointed at Gwaine, who was pretty much only able to stand since Merlin supported him.

He grinned at the sight and decided to call it a day. Both of you collected your things, said goodnight and headed to your room.

The man closed the door behind him and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"As tired as I am, I still want to try this on. Would you help me?" you asked, holding the new dress in your hands.

"Of couse." He answered, so you turned your back to him and held your hair up with one arm.

He helped you to loosen your current dress  before you disappeared behind the screen in your room, changing into the new dress.

"How is this?" you asked, once you were done. With slow steps you came back to him. It seemed like he couldn't take his eyes off you anymore. The color suited your eyes so perfectly, the fabric hugged your body like this dress was made for you.

"I didn't know the guys had such a good taste in fashion."

"Neither did I, you look..."

"... Yes?"

"I'm sorry, I was just... mesmerized by the sight. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. I mean, you also do without it. I-I mean- not like this- no, like-"

You laughed as you saw him struggling with his words.

"I actually had the impression you're good with speeches."

Soon your feet brought you closer to him and you hugged him tight.

"I was going to say that you're looking gorgeous in that dress, like you do in every dress. But this one suits you especially. I didn't mean to say-"

"Hey, it's all good. Don't worry about it."

His eyes had found yours in shame. God, how could he ever forget this.

"But before you tie a knot into your tongue, I'd like to give you your gift."

As you let go of him for a moment, you reached out to the last present you had left.

"I hope you like it. If you don't, then just give it back to me."

"(Y/N)", he started to unpack, "I would never give that away whatever it might be."

He fished the gift out of the wrapping paper and stared at it for a good while.

His expression was completely blank.

"It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry..." you mumbled, trying to take his gift away in shame, but he turned away quickly.

"... You knitted that pullover yourself?" he asked calmly.

"I did, yes. I thought, if you run around without sleeves all the time you might... catch a cold..."

For some more time he stared at the pullover blankly.

"If you really want to keep it-"

"Of course I do! I love it!"

Only now, his expression changed into a wide smile.

It felt like a stone fell off your chest as he said he liked it.

"I hope it fits. I've had Gwaine try it on. It was a bit large on him."

"Gwaine?"

"Yeah. It was a bit loose... over his shirt... and his armor..."

Percival turned towards you and laughed at the thought, so did you.

"It looked very funny, believe me."

The knight quickly took off his vest and switched into his new pullover. As he looked down on himself, his smile got even wider.

"Does it fit?"

"Perfectly. You're such a sweetheart, (Y/N)." He caught you in a gentle embrace again and you cuddled yourself into the hug. The pullover was incredibly soft, which made the hug more pleasant than usual since there was no cold metal against your skin anymore.

For a good while he kept you close like this before he let go, just to hand his present to you as well.

He gave you a silk sachet. After you looked inside, you reached in to get your gift out. It was a leather band with a pendant out of soapstone. It was shaped like the head of a fox.

"And I guess you made that yourself as well?" You asked in awe, seeing the polished pendant reflect the light of the candles in your room.

"Surely. Everytime I'm hunting with the others, and I see a fox, I think of you. These creatures are extremely clever, atonishing beautiful, and a sign of good luck. Any I think", you handed him the necklace while he talked so he could put it around your neck, "I'm very lucky to have a wonderful woman like you in my life. May this pendant always bring luck to you too."

Once Percival was done you turned around to him, looking down at the pendant one more.

"I'm loving it already. How do I ever thank you?"

The man glanced at the pendant, then his eyes locked with yours.

"You're spending your time with me. That's more I could ever ask for."

Your heart was beating hard and fast at the sight of his satisfied smile.

"Today was truly a magical day. I've loved every minute."

Percival gently cupped your cheeks. As you looked up to him, you noticed something over his head. You figured out that it was a mistletoe, hanging from the ceiling.

Once he saw that you noticed, he pulled you even closer.

"(Y/N), do you believe in these traditions?"

While biting down on your own lip slightly you watched his ones, then glanced up at his blue eyes again. Since he was so tall you had to stand on your toes to get even a bit closer to his face.

"This pendant ought to bring me luck, so... what could go wrong?" Both your arms found their way around his neck to support yourself.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered while leaning in even closer, brushing his nose against yours. With half lidded eyes you nodded slowly, which lead Percival to hug your waist tight and lift you off the ground.

It didn't take long until his lips crashed onto yours, passion flowing through your entire body like waves of electricity.

His lips were soft and warm, they felt so wonderful on your own ones. The knight had closed his eyes as well, enjoying this moment just as much as you before he let go of you again.

"Did you place that there?" you asked with a slight grin, to wich he nodded with the same expression.

"I hoped you would notice."

"And I hoped you'd finally make the first step."

Percival leaned down to you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "I did. But therefore you have to cuddle with me all night long."

As an answer, you just turned your back towards him and held your hair up again.

"Then let me get into my nightdress and get comfortable on my bed. I'll be with you in a second."

#bbc merlin #merlin #knights of the round table #sir leon #merlin fanfic #merlin bbc #merlin oneshot #sir gwaine #sir percival #Sir percival x reader #sir elyan #sir lancelot #christmas fluff

[blorbologist]

Cat’s Cradle - Chapter 4

Ch 1 … Ch 3

“If I am reading this right, they need to eat every two hours?”

“Just about,” Vex says with no small amount of forced cheer. She throws an arm over the back of Percy’s seat as she puts her Jeep in reverse. “It’s going to be just like a sleepover! We can have snacks between bottle feeding the little babies. Play truth or dare with them.”

Percy hums in acknowledgement, careful not to jostle the basket in his lap. 

It had been a no-brainer for them to spend the night at Vex’s apartment - a seven minute drive from the workshop certainly beat a forty minute one to Percy’s in this weather. This would be the last time anyone called him paranoid for keeping spares of everything handy… though usually they were for late nights spent on a project, or when his clothes inevitably got ruined by oil or a small fire.

The Jeep is too old for BlueTooth and its radio gave up the ghost years ago. It’s just them, the kittens, and the sparse Sunday traffic outside. Respite as it may be after the earlier chaos, it leaves Percy with nothing to distract him.

It’s only seven minutes. 

He tries not to think.

He’s not particularly good at that. 

Vex isn’t, either - though she is a fair deal better at hiding it when it suits her, fixing her gaze on the road. Not perfect, though, perhaps only because he is looking a little more closely than he should. Every bump sends Percy’s heart into his throat. Eventually it stays there.

“Are you sure,” Percy says, “that I am not imposing by staying over?”

She makes an effort not to look at him. “Oh, I really appreciate it, actually,” says Vex. “Zahra’s expecting me for eight tomorrow, and I don’t think I can function on that little sleep. You’re a lifesaver darling - thank you.”

That’s not what he meant and they both know it.

“Of course,” he replies. “Careful about the blind turn, dear.”

Seven minutes is a torturous crawl. It’s also not nearly enough. 

--

Trinket is disgustingly happy to greet them, his nub of a tail drawing his backside into great wiggles. 

Percy is quick to raise the basket as high as can be done safely - Trinket is a very big dog, with thick brown fur and a huge, drooly muzzle. The cropped ears are a stark contrast to the soft look of the rest of him, and rarely fail to send a pang through Percy. 

Vex laughs when Trinket, sniffing at Percy’s legs, suddenly redoubles his enthusiastic greeting, now barking. Bless her training - any other dog would be jumping, which would be quite the disaster. “Yes, darling, we’ve got friends! You can’t play with them, though, they’re too little. Quiet down, Trinket.”

The jowls close with a pop, big dark eyes imploring Percy to please let him play with the babies.

“No,” Percy says gently. 

Trinket whines as he whisks them off to the bathroom. 

With the flurry of activity, it’s easy to set aside how Friday night went. 

--

Vex had put off most of her errands to Sunday, given it was her first day off in a week and a half. Once the kittens are settled, Percy offers to watch them and cover the next feeding or two so she can hack at her checklist. He feels guilty that his ordeal ate up her whole morning, and it’s the least he can do. 

The alternative, that he does the shopping for her, is off the table: Vex has the whole thing planned to a T to hit the best specials and save the most gas. Percy is, frankly, not sure he could meet her standards.

So most of Percival’s day is kittens.

Bottlefeeding, helping them go to the bathroom, weighing them. Making sure their heatpad is still warm, preparing more formula. And research - as much as he can manage. Everything from things to watch out for to normal growth rates. How to reintroduce kittens to their mother. How to catch a stray cat. 

Percy fires off an email to the local SPCA, enquiring first when they can bring the litter in. Second, if they can borrow a trap for Curio.

It’s satisfying to put together a plan of action. 

--

With an old cult classic Scanlan had recommended and takeout, it is almost like a sleepover. Bar the absence of Vax - usually omnipresent at the apartment - or any of their other friends. Without them, ignoring the occasional awkward lapses of silence where before the quiet between them had been smooth is harder. The movie is a poor distraction, once the food is all gone and the kittens are long until their next feed.

There’s a beat, when a dramatic reveal falls flat to this audience of two, where Percy almost brings it up. Or Vex almost does - her eyes are dark things, iced with the light from the television.

Almost is not quite enough when Percy’s phone buzzes decisively. 

He thumbs through his passcode to find the new email. Hums.

“Percy?” Vex says, leaning closer. 

“We can drop by with the litter at our earliest convenience,” he explains, tilting the screen her way. “But they note that there might not be a foster available for them - that all those experienced with neonates already have their hands full.”

Vex sighs, head dropping onto her knee. “Of course.”

“Should we expect the worst?” He taps out the beginnings of a reply - they also agree to let them make use of a humane trap or two.

“I can’t foster kittens right now, Percy.” She sounds so weary - he nudges his shoulder into her’s without thought. Almost as easily she nudges back. Doesn’t pull back. “The end of the next quarter is in two weeks - it’s been late nights for the last three, too. I’ll be lucky to have time for lunch.”

“And the nonprofit,” Percy offers gently, “will also crash and burn without your championship.”

Vex snorts. “Mm-hm. That rich asshole - richer than you, darling - keeps hounding for proof the area needs to be protected. So we’re still canvassing for the endangered species they found a few years back, because apparently it needs to reflect the ‘actual status of the woodland’.” She helpfully provides the airquotes.

Her hands falter somewhat. “And - well. Vax isn’t here. Or he could help.”

Percy nods, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. The movie goes viciously dark - good gods has the cinematography been terrible - and she does too, shrinking in on herself. 

“Don’t worry, dear. We can figure it out later,” Percy murmurs. The yawn that takes him makes his jaw creak. “Tomorrow.”

“Later,” Vex echoes. She mirrors his yawn, too, though she stands with it. “I’ll - I’m heading to bed. Goodnight, Percy.”

Ah. ”Night, Vex.” He does not protest - he’s due to start warming a bottle soon, anyways.

(They’re not very good at talking about things later.)

#critical role #cat's cradle au #critical role fic #critical role fanfiction #percahlia #perc'ahlia #percival de rolo #cr percy #percy de rolo #cr vex #vex'ahlia #my writing

[4theseus-s]

summary. theseus has never been one to run away from his problems, especially if it concerned his favourite american. ships. theseus x percival ( implied ) characters. theseus s., percival g., newt s. word count. 2.2k setting. after fantastic beasts and where to find them genre. hurt/comfort, a pinch of angst with a happy ending

Percival bitterly bites his lips. This was the fourth time he had sent a letter to Theseus, a long-time associate at the British Ministry of Magic. This also marks the fourth time Theseus has flat-out ignored any of them. According to Newt, a new acquaintance he made after he returned to MACUSA, his brother was doing all the Ministry things in Britain and “doing all of Travers’ work, unsurprisingly.” When he confessed about Theseus' unresponsiveness, Newt seemed a little lost but said he didn’t know why.

“A little busy on his side, perhaps?”

“Seems off character for him, unless he changed in the months I’ve been gone.”

“No, but I wish he did. Still a bothersome brat, he is.”

“Theseus?” “Newt. What brings you here?” Newt can hear the smile cracking through his voice. Theseus stands up from behind his desk and walks over to the door where Newt is standing. He stopped before his younger brother; his straight posture and commanding aura made Newt hunch a little more. Newt clears his throat and answers: “Uhm, I was wondering, well…you see, I’ve been talking with Percival Graves for a bit.”

Theseus freezes for a second but nods before returning back to his desk. Newt takes this as a sign and settles in a black, overly-soft armchair across the desk. As Theseus sits down, he hums - a deep and long one, before looking Newt in the eye. “I’m glad you’re making friends, then. Though I’d rather not think about how you had to almost die to do so.” Newt slightly groans under his breath at Theseus’ statement. “I had made them before that incident.” Theseus nods and says, “Not Mr Graves, though.”

Newt looks up instantly. Mr Graves? Weren’t they friends? “Well, at least Percival’s my friend.” At that, Theseus quietly chuckles as if it was almost funny. “Yes, Newt. At least you made a friend. Well, I hope you aren’t boring him with how to take care of magical creatures he’ll likely never come across or-” “Actually, he’s been inquiring about you.” Newt thinks that he catches Theseus’ breath waver a little, but his voice comes out stable. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes. He’s been sending you letters; he was wondering if you had received them.” The Auror hums and Newt squints a little, trying to figure out whether Theseus is trying to devise an excuse. Theseus has never been easy to read, Newt thinks, like most people. “I see…I haven’t received anything yet, but I’ll reply as soon as possible when I do.” Newt shakes his head unconvinced and walks up to Theseus’ desk. Theseus flinches slightly but gives Newt a questioning look: “Newt, what are you doing?” The younger brother shrugs but scans the desktop anyway. “I was hoping you had received them.” Theseus nods, but he remains silent. Suddenly, Newt’s voice rang through the Head Auror office:

“Accio letters from Percival!”

Letters appear on the desk between the two brothers. Newt gives his brother a disappointed look, but Theseus only grimly smiles. “America really got you thinkin’, huh.” An awkward stillness fills the room, and Theseus doesn’t fill it like he usually does. He must have realised that Newt wasn’t entirely stepping out of his ‘Newt-shell’, so he takes the letters himself, then forcefully opens a drawer and places them inside, still in an unopened, neat pile.

“You aren’t usually a liar. Or someone who runs away when someone’s reaching out to you.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

Theseus shrugs before saying, “Maybe I don’t have the answer. At least not right now.” Newt folds his arms in front of his chest, huffing a little, causing his hair to rise slightly. “Percival is a friend of yours too. Shouldn’t you reach out to him? Like…he returned from being held in some bloody cell of Grindelwald’s. I, well, I think a good friend should reach out to people like them.” Theseus opens his mouth, probably to say something like bold of you to say, but instead, he shuts his lips back up with an unstable exhale. Given the calm atmosphere around them, he stands almost too abruptly and makes his way to the door.

“I have a meeting with Travers. If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Newt doesn’t reply, but he knows he doesn’t need to. Theseus walks out anyway, making sure the door doesn’t slam too hard and leaving Newt sitting alone.

“Theseus has received them?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell him that he owes me a visit. Sunday night: 6 pm for me, 11 pm for you pronto. And tell him to floo over into my office, I don’t want him splinching from the cross-continental apparition. If he doesn’t show up, I’m going to London and getting him myself.”

Newt later told Percival he had informed his brother, with no acknowledgement - only dismissal from him, telling him he had things to work on. He knows that Theseus had heard him - he could tell Theseus was hesitating before replying - but Percival also knows that Theseus was refusing the offer as if he had a choice.

“Merlin’s beard- Perc- Mr Graves?” Theseus was in his office, shocked at Percival’s sudden arrival. Percival looked around, scanning the British Auror’s office like a Niffler trying to find gold. Theseus’s shoulders drop, but his eyes never leave the American while going up and down his figure. Percival takes note of it but doesn’t comment as he makes himself comfortable on an armchair across from Theseus. Theseus sighs before giving Percival a crooked - and if Percival observed right - insincere smile. “What brings you here?”

“Maybe you should listen to your brother more. He’s starting to give good advice,” Percival comments. Theseus nods and says, “That wasn’t the answer I needed, and you’re lucky I’m working…overtime.” “Actually, Theseus,” Percival remembers, “I went to your living room and then your bedroom. I didn’t expect you to be working here at 11 pm on a Sunday.” Theseus shrugs and returns to leaning over the desk, scanning the papers Percival assumed were related to chasing Grindelwald down.

“Anyways. Theseus, it’s been a while, huh.”

Theseus looks up from his paperwork and tilts his head slightly. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out for a few seconds. Percival observes how Theseus pauses and how his body almost freezes. He only seems to continue breathing when he finally speaks up.

“Yes. It has been.”

“And what’s with the formalities? We’re friends, Theseus. I haven’t heard you call me Mr Graves since you were 24 when we met.”

“Right.”

Percival raises an eyebrow at Theseus’ bluntness as the younger focuses on his paperwork. Usually, Theseus was affectionate to the people he considered friends or family. But now, Theseus was pausing too often, and his voice was quieter.

“You have quite the eyebags, Theseus. Torquil has been loading you with work?”

Theseus lets out a weak chuckle, and Percival gives him a soft smile, though Theseus doesn’t notice as his eyes stay down. Theseus’ hand stops when grabbing another paper from the stack when he catches Percival approaching him from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t stop the American when he stops right in front of the desk and takes a paper from the stack, his eyes scanning the document intensely.

“Theseus, this isn’t related to Grindelwald,” Percival said, voice filled with confusion. Theseus shrugs and continues reading his own document. Percival’s eyes darken, and he sternly asks Theseus: “Don’t tell me you’re doing all of Travers’ work.” Theseus sighs, finally taking his eyes off his paper and leaning back in his chair. “Not all, just some. Some of it’s related to…you know.” Percival groans at Theseus’ incompetence. “I don’t think an outline for his meeting next week is something you need to do, Theseus.” “No, but….” Theseus doesn’t finish his own sentence and leaves it at that.

“Percival, you haven’t quite answered my question yet. Why are you here?”

“Why have you been ignoring my letters?”

“I told Newt that I would reply once I received them.”

“The same person was the one who told me you had, in fact, received them. I hope I don’t have to accio them here too.”

Theseus grins shyly. “I didn’t think Newt would be corresponding this much.”

“Why have you been ignoring my letters?”

Theseus doesn’t reply and lets the question linger in the now-suffocating atmosphere of his own office. When he does, Percival’s heart softens instantly.

“My own demons weren’t telling me not to,” Theseus whispers, as if he didn’t want Percival to hear it. But he does, and he walks around the desk that separates the two and places a hand on the younger’s shoulders. 

Percival understands - when he met Theseus, it was after the Great No-Maj War. One that Theseus willingly participated in against his own Ministry orders. He had found Theseus in the bathroom near his office when the British Ministry of Magic sent several Aurors as envoys to discuss how wizardkind was dealing with the consequences. Theseus was shaking on the ground but was silent. When Percival invited him to his office, he watched Theseus slowly accept where he was, and it started a close bond between the two ever since.

Percival has his own share of demons, but he has spent most of his years as Head of the Magical Law Enforcement and Director of Magical Security after rising up the ranks young. He may be an Auror, but he wasn’t fighting on the front lines most of the time as he wasn’t a Head Auror. Percival also was an American and a wizard who didn’t fight during a devastating war, even if it was only a No-Maj one. Theseus had spoken about it before: How the blood he spilt raided his head for days and nights on end. How the title War Hero was too much because he was nothing but a celebrated murderer. How he didn’t even know how his dear family was doing, and the nightmares intensified when he heard his little brother was dealing with Ukrainian Ironbellies.

Theseus’ voice snaps Percival out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be mad at me?” Percival grips Theseus’ shoulder a little more tightly, but Theseus doesn’t seem to mind. “No? Why would I be?”

“I was corresponding with…not-you. And I don’t know, but maybe I should have realised it wasn’t you,” Theseus’s voice fades when he continues, “I was talking to the very man I was supposed to catch.” Before Percival could speak up, Theseus goes on. “I should have known. I’m your friend…but I couldn’t even notice that it wasn’t you. What kind of Head Auror am I….” He doesn’t move, his document in his head now forgotten, gently flapping with the air around them.

Percival wants to bring Theseus a little closer as he feels Theseus’ vulnerability rising, but instead, he stays still as he replies. “I would never blame you, Thee….” He could feel Theseus’ shock from the way his back straightened. “Of course, you wouldn’t, Perce. I just…I just thought I deserved it. Like, you hating on me. It’d be justified, you know.”

Hearing Theseus’ words, Percival shifts so he can comfortably place both hands on Theseus’ broad shoulders - something that got Theseus flinching slightly - and gently squeezes them, causing the younger to relax. “Don’t worry; I’ve always got your back. You know that, right?”

Before either of them could blink, they had disapparated with a snap.

“Theseus- what are you- oh?” Shock dies down when Percival recognises the place around them to be Theseus’ living room. Theseus is now standing, removing his suit gracefully and folding it onto his couch. “Percy,” Theseus smiles as the nickname leaves his lips, “stay over for the night. It’s been a while.”

And Percival knows damn well that he has work the next day, but he figures the time difference will substitute for it. He also knows that Theseus has had a long night and desperately needs rest from the eyebags he’s sporting. So Percival follows Theseus’ example: Percival takes off his suit, places it on the couch and steps forward, facing Theseus. The other tilts his head slightly, not entirely understanding what his friend is doing until he holds his hand up, and a bottle of Sleeping Draught appears.

“I think you need some of this, Thee,” Percival says, feeling like he’s instructing a child. Not that he minds. Theseus only weakly laughs, exhaustion dripping with every breath he lets out. “I don’t like to rely on it too much. But I’ll listen to you.” “You better. Now where’s this bedroom of yours?”

Theseus raises an eyebrow. “It’d be terribly rude of me not to show you where you’d be staying the night; let alone leave you on your own in my own apartment.”

Percival rolls his eyes and drags him to a small corridor that he’d assume would lead up to Theseus’ bedroom. “We’re wizards, Thee. Plus, who says I’ll need my own bedroom?”

Theseus smiles widely and finally does what Percival had been expecting to happen today: be embraced in a tight hug.

(He didn’t expect to be man coddled by a sleepy Englishman and be told he’s the best thing that’s happened to him recently. But Percival finds that he doesn’t mind one bit.)

#theseus #theseus scamander #fantastic beasts #percival #percival graves #fantastic beasts and where to find them #crimes of grindelwald #scamander #fbtcog #fantastic beats the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald #scamander family #newt #newt scamander #newton #newton scamander

[seasons-beatings]

Happy holidays, @gallegher!

From your gifter: Authors Note—Hey there! Thank you so much for sharing your characters and their world with me. I enjoyed them so thoroughly, I couldn’t just pick two and had to write about a couple of them. I hope they are true to from and that you enjoy this brief story. Have a wonderful holiday!

Silas had spent the day utterly alone. As far as days in the Ward went, that was unusual, at least for him. Typically, he could never count on solitude. He was always receiving visitors, whether that be Fabian, Mathan, Percival. Primarily Percival, actually. The absence wouldn’t have been so suspicious if it had only been one day, but the past few days had been void of any human contact entirely. He couldn’t tell exactly how long it had been—it was always challenging to keep track of time in the Ward—but he knew it must’ve been at least a week. How odd. The break from Percival’s relentless scrutiny, probing, and testing was welcomed, but Silas found himself at a complete loss of what to do. He missed the company of his friends—no they weren’t quite friends, were they? Fabian and Mathan were as much friends to him as they could be in a place like this, but they were not friends like Dominic, like Celia. Silas’s heart ached as he thought of the two. How he hoped they were safe. He’d thought of them a lot recently. With nothing to do and all the time in the world, his mind wondered at their fates since he’d been taken. How long had they searched? Had they been able to move on? Did they still think of him? Silas didn’t have any answers and after spending hours in this circular procession of anxieties, his mind would turn to other questions. Mainly, why? Why would Percival leave him so isolated? A new technique? Another strategy to break him down? Or maybe he’d finally given up on Silas. Finally accepted that Silas, no matter what he was put through, couldn’t be broken. Silas’s heart swelled with pride at the thought. What did it matter then, if he was sold away? What did it matter if he died? He had survived Percival, he had beaten him, refused to bend to his will, and that was enough. Yet deep down, Silas knew this couldn’t be true. He had come to know Percival so fully that he understood Percival would never give up on him. But it was comforting to believe otherwise. So he sat alone in his cell, heart awash with pride and worries and, despite it all, a mind-numbing boredom.

Another day passed. And another. And another. Silas became so used to the nothingness of his existence that he almost didn’t recognize the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the hall. The noise registered just as a key clicked and the door opened. There, in all his glory, was Percival. He’d come back. Of course, he had. Though he tensed at the sight of this man, Silas remained still on his cot, back against the corner of the bare room, feet outstretched in front of him.

“Hello Silas,” Percival greeted. “How are you?” A friendly smile graced his face. Silas threw one right back at him, silently praying that his voice would hold steady.

“Swell, actually! I’ve had so much free time to catch up on my sleep.” For emphasis, he stretched his muscles, pulling his arms behind his head and flexing his legs. The chain around his ankle, which kept him connected to the wall, rattled with the movement.

“Yes, I apologize for my absence. I got so caught up with some other patients I completely forgot about our visits. I’m afraid I’ve rather neglected you.” Percival settled himself in the small chair that existed exclusively for these chats. “Having pleasant dreams I hope?”

“Of sugar plums and fairies.”

“Wonderful.” Silas watched as Percival pulled a clipboard from within his lab coat and scribbled this down.

“Now my dear, we need to talk. Do you know how long you’ve been in here, Silas?”

Silas shrugged. “Time just seems to stand still with you, Doc.”

Percival wasn’t amused. “3 years, Silas. We’ve been together for 3 years—”

“Cheers.”

“—3 years and yet you remain stubborn and combative. We’ve made no progress.”

“Progress? And what does progress look like? Me falling to your knees like all the other innocent people you crushed in here?”

Percival clicked his tongue and wrote on his clipboard. “And that sort of attitude is exactly what I’m talking about. Listen Silas, you know no one’s coming for you, don’t you?”

Silas sobered. “I beg your pardon?”

“You keep resisting me as if you have something to fight for, some future outside of here. But Silas, my dear, no one has come looking for you. No friends, no family. Nobody. So listen carefully.” Percival slid his chair forward until the two were face to face. His voice came out no louder than a whisper. “The only people in this world are you—” he jabbed Silas in the chest with his finger, “—and me. That’s it. You will never be leaving this Ward, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can move on. But if you insist on these delusions, then I refuse to work with you.”

Percival leaned back and reached into his lab coat again. “I want to try something new, Silas.” He pulled out a small jar of pills and folded it into Silas’s palm.

“What is this supposed to be?”

“Medicine, of course. Some patients find it difficult to accept the reality of their situation. You are one such patient. These should help you face the facts in a—” Percival looked up in thought, “—in a soothing way.”

“I’m not taking your drugs.” Silas spat.

Percival laughed. “Oh not now, of course. But give it some time. I can wait. I have plenty of patients to see and work to get done. And solitude does not do you well.” Silas opened his mouth in protest. “Ah ah, you should know better, Silas. I’ve been watching and I know you haven’t been sleeping well this past week. Was that rough? Imagine a month, 3 months, another year all alone.” Percival leaned forward, a hungry glimmer in his eye. “It must be maddening, such a sociable young man like yourself, locked up with nothing but your thoughts. It will be most exciting to watch your progression.”

Percival stood up and brushed himself off. A sure sign they were through.

“Goodbye Silas. I look forward to meeting with you again once you’re more, hm, pliable.”

And with that, he was gone.

Silas poured the pills out onto his hand. That was hardly what he had been expecting. But was it true? Had his friends really not come for him? He supposed that was a good thing. Surely that meant they were alive, safe. But still, despite his wishes for their health, he’d always expected that they would endanger themselves to find him. Dominic and Celia used to always worry him in that way. It was just in their nature, or so he thought. Silas stared at the pills for a moment. He tipped his hand and they fell to the ground where he crushed them beneath his foot. What was it Percival had said? He can wait. Well so can Silas. He would wait as long as it took. With this resolve, he laid down and finally fell asleep.

When he next woke up, there was a fresh bottle of pills lying beside him.

——————————————————————————

Dominic hadn’t been to a bar in years. He hadn’t been anywhere, really, that didn’t have a client to interview or a story to follow. There wasn’t any point in going out, not since Silas disappeared. Celia tried to coerce him out of the office and into a party, a cafe, or a park every so often, but he always declined. He knew it hurt her, and he wished he had the strength to be a better friend, but how could enjoy himself when Silas could still be out there? No, he wouldn’t rest until he found him.

Soon, very soon, Dominic thought to himself, staring up at the neon lights designating Silver Barb Brews. The bar was certainly not the sort of place Dominic would ever choose to attend, even if he was out on the town. It was a rundown sort of place, but a popular spot for those at odds with the law. He’d been sent this way by a woman he knew well, at least second-hand, Evalyne Vanya Vasilieva. Wealthy, corrupt, and politically influential, she perfectly fit Dominic’s niche of reporting. He had investigated plenty of schemes that she had been tied up in. Though he ached to write an expose on her, she was beloved by the public and well-connected to multiple organized crime groups throughout the city. Attempting to take her on without extensive physical and legal protection was a death wish, and Dominic would be no use to Celia or Silas as a dead man. So he held his tongue…for now.

His silence had finally proven useful, however. As an anonymous figure to Evalyne, Dominic was successfully able to pose as a fellow elite without arousing suspicion. In fact, he was rather proud of how convincingly he’d played his new role and garnered her trust. It had only taken 3 days, 1 generous gift of wine, and a few sly hints to get her to schedule him a meeting with someone from The Ward. Dominic had long suspected Silas was within their walls. There was very little motive for an individual to have taken Silas, he had no enemies who would do such a thing, so the most probable solution was that he’d been seized by one of the several gangs who targeted indiscriminately. The illegal happenings within the Ward, in a way similar to Ms. Vasilieva herself, were carefully hidden in plain sight under a veneer of good intentions. Dominic was one of the few people who saw through this. Still, the very nature of the Ward’s existence made an all out seige of the place impossible. If Silas was in there, Dominic would need to be clever to get him out.

Dominic took a deep breath and made his way into the bar. It was packed full with rowdy, inebriated grunts tussling and shoving past one another. Dominic slinked his way through the crowd, searching for the man Evalyne had shown him in a photo. His eyes darted from face to face but found no match. He was beginning to get desperate when a heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. Dominic spun around to find him facing the imposing figure of the man he was meeting. He was tall and muscular, far more intimidating than in the photo. The man winked at him, then whistled to the bartender.

“2 of my usual, please. One for me and my friend.” The bartender swiftly complied, Dominic swore he almost seemed intimidated, and the man handed him a glass. “Here Mr. Kirk, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He took the drink. “Alex, I assume?”

“The one and only. Evalyne told me you're interested in our wares.” Dominic nodded. “Wonderful! Let’s talk outside.”

Hand still on Dominic’s shoulder, Alex guided him out a back door. A gust of cold, night wind swept across the two as they entered a small, occupied alleyway. Several people were grouped up, talking or smoking. None of them even glanced towards Dominic or Alex.

“So, what sort of person did you have in mind?” Alex said, leaning against the wall. “Anyone in particular?

“Just basic labor. I suppose anyone healthy will do. However…” Dominic feigned paranoia, glancing around. “I hear you may have a certain individual. Named Silas?”

Alex grinned. “Oh yes, I know exactly who you mean. He’s a friend of yours?”

Dominic's heart skipped a beat. He’d been right! He’d found Silas! And more importantly, he’d found him alive. He desperately willed himself to remain calm. He wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“More of an enemy…” he said tentatively. “It would be very gratifying to have him subject to my beck and call.”

“I understand you completely, and would be more than happy to arrange this for you.”

Dominic smiled, genuinely this time. Everything was going to be okay. Silas would be okay.

“A toast then?” He asked, raising his glass.

“Cheers,” Alex accepted, “to good business!”

Alex drank from his cup and set it down on a garbage can behind him. He ran his finger absentmindedly along the rim.

“There’s just one minor complication,” he said.

The alleyway shuffled with movement and Dominic watched as the other people all set down their belongings and turned their attention to him. His throat went dry.

“What’s that?” His voice wavered.

“I want to know why—” Alex said, eyes locked on Dominic. “—why a noble reporter such as yourself would participate in such a trade?”

Dominic went pale. Alex gave a small laugh and the group in the alleyway pressed ever closer.

“I don’t know—”

“Oh come now. Did you really think we could be so easily tricked? Why Evalyn saw right through you. She was kind enough to give me the honors of dealing with you.”

Dominic looked to the door back in but a particularly large goon stood in front of it. Dominic was surrounded. As he desperately cast about for an escape, Alex lunged forward, knocking him to ground. Dominic’s head cracked against the pavement, palms scraping on the rough concrete. The sounds of jeers and laughter came at him from all sides. He began to push himself to his feet when Alex swiftly kicked him in the stomach, sending him falling back to the ground.

“Now here’s the thing, love.” Alex knelt down and seized Dominic’s chin. “I’m not very fond of your sort. Always mucking around in other people’s business. However, since you’ve been so polite, I think I’ll just bring you along with me back to the Ward. We can go see Silas together, hm?”

“You’re not going to get away with this.” Dominic sneered, unable to think of anything else to say.

“How boring; of course I will. You of all people should know better.”

Alex hoisted Dominic to his feet by the front of his shirt and tossed him to the group of gang members surrounding them. They quickly grabbed hold of him, twisting his arms behind his back painfully. Alex checked his watch.

“Hm, we’re done early. The truck won’t be here for another few minutes.” He looked Dominic up and down appraisingly. “However will we pass the time?”

Dominic knew the answer before Alex even began to wind up his punch. He was assaulted from all sides; he lost count of where and how many blows he’d been dealt. Whenever he began to slip, those behind him would pull him again. He had no idea of how much time had passed, but eventually, blissfully, the alleyway filled with the bright glow of headlights.

#season’s beatings gift #whump #whump writing #season’s beatings

[moss-and-marimos]

info dump to me about whatever media, OC's, albums, or anything else that comes to mind! :D (if you want to, that is)

infodump incoming about my dnd character

Grahhhhhh Percival makes me actually wild, hes a triton, he looks like this, sorry If ive showed you him before I cant remember

but this guy makes me actually wild. hes so unwell hes got so many issues. we've finally started getting a little into his lore in the campaign and I got to call his sister last session which is a big step, and hes finally getting comfortable with the party calling him nicknames which is a big deal because like very very early on campaign I told the other players that he was the type to silently judge you if you called him Perci instead of Percival if you weren't close with him, but last session was the first time one of the other people slipped and called him perci and I got to be like 'he doesnt react negatively' and theyre all like omg we got nickname privileges and im very happy about it at the same time unfortunately though, a lot of his development is kinda gonna go down the drain now because we've got a new player joining the campaign and its really gonna mess him up, he was finally feeling comfortable in the character dynamic, they just saved his life literally and that means a lot to him, but now a new person is joining and thats going to feel like a big betrayal of trust he had a party before this one a few years ago, when he was a lot newer to the surface, and they didnt really care about him or treat him well, and so to get healed by the others meant a lot, because the other party wouldnt heal him unless he was fully downed, always saying that he was overreacting because he was a kid (he was 16-17 at the time) which just wasn't true, this guy has a high pain tolerance and is used to hiding injuries from adults, and so to 1. see his party immediately heal him and for even the pacifist to start taking the fight seriously once he got seriously injured meant a ton, and 2. that they didnt immediately freak out at his blood being the 'wrong color' (his blood is blue) also meant a ton to him. this guy has issues he has so many issues. hes got some kind of complex about not being human enough and it messes him up, but the party has all been nice about him being nonhuman and it means a lot, even though he still tries to mask a lot of his nonhuman traits around them

in the future at some point the campaign is going to go back to the undersea and im trying to figure out how he would react to that. even though hes a fish and comes from the ocean, ever since he left at 16 I dont think hes ever, or at least not often, gone back. his parents were really awful, and hes scared to step very deep into the water because, even though he can breathe underwater literally, metaphorically it would feel like drowning. I think he might be able to put it aside for a little bit for the sake of the party and having to teach them how to move around underwater and stuff, but I definitely think it would mess him up pretty bad. he would also be happy to see his sister though, she's an artificer, and is probably going to be the one to give them the stuff that allows them to breathe underwater, he cares about her a ton and vice versa. ironic for him to be a fish with a fear of the ocean

fun little details about him: - he has a sending stone flavored as a seashell, his shell phone we call it, he uses it to call his sister and thats the only contact it has, and its a cowrie shell (his sisters' is a conch) - He really idolizes his sister, she pretty much raised him, she's the reason he dyes his hair white and wears it in a ponytail - This fish is transgender 💪💪💪 so is his sister too - He can bioluminesce and its one of his stims is that he makes the lights flash up and down his forearms - his name is a fish pun based on the genus perciformes

We got to do a thing recently where he was like actually scared, because he has a lot of issues with bodily autonomy and so being mind controlled is one of his worst fears/triggers, and there was/is a very real potential for that to happen, and its one of the first times the party has ever seen him scared and I love describing the changes in his body language. Most of the time he presents himself very confidently for lack of better term, very open body language, but when hes scared that changes, he doesnt lean back as much, his tail flicks, he clutches at his forearms (especially since one was recently injured when he almost died) and leaves claw marks in his leather bracers, etc

I have more I might put in another reblog bc this is getting really long

traumatized with so many issues -> 🐟

#my ocs #oc: percival #Perci my beloved !!!!! goes wild about this fucker

[katia-dreamer]

Trick! (Cassandra/Percy sibling bonding)

Percy's workshop is always uncomfortably hot, so Cassandra usually stays away from there.

But not today.

She lingers in the doorway for a few moments, watching her brother work. He is completely focused on what he's doing. His movements are calculated and careful, almost elegant. It would be more impressive if she weren't in such a foul mood.

"Percival?"

Percy turns to look at her; his ridiculous mask obscures his face. For a moment, she sees a ghost of her past staring at her. Then, thankfully, he removes it, revealing his very flushed face. "Cassandra?"

"I came to talk to you about an interesting conversation I had with Keeper Yennen this afternoon."

"I see," he says calmly, but she can see his fingers twitching at his side. "What was that about?"

"A lot of things, but it concluded with me finding out you got married." Percy drops the Residuum glass in his hand, which shatters on the floor. He mutters several colorful curses, but she ignores them. "So, it's true."

"Why did that even come up? It was supposed to be a secret."

"Does it matter? Percy, how could you not tell me?"

"To be fair, no one else knows either."

Cassandra bends over and carefully picks up all the little pieces of glass on the floor and puts them on the desk, which is challenging considering that there are papers strewn everywhere. "Did you think I wouldn't figure it out?"

"No."

"I'm not going to lie. I am furious with you. You and I have hurt each other many times," she pauses, letting her words sink in, "but if we want a chance at healing, we need to trust each other. At least a little."

Percy removes the mask and sets it on the desk next to the shattered glass. "Of course, you're right. I'm sorry, Cass."

"You'd better be."

"How can I make it up to you?"

"I'll think of something."

"I'm sure you will."

There's a pause, but it's much less tense now. Cass says, "I am happy for you, Percy."

"Thank you."

Then she steps forward and hugs him. He's hot and sweaty and gross. But she forces herself not to step away. After all, it wasn't every day that your brother got married. "The de Rolo family is growing."

"Yes, it is."

She's half tempted to give a snappy response, but she catalogs it in her brain for later.

-

part of katie's trick or treat

#katie writes things #katie's trick or treat #trick or treat #de rolo siblings #cass and percy #cr spoilers #just go with me on this one :)

[larrikin-is-a-himbo]

My friend watches Merlin: Part III

And I love how Morgana just covered her cup when Merlin tried to pour her a drink Girl ain't going to forget the little hemlock incident for the rest of her life

Also how is Morgana both the best and the worst at acting

On the one hand she's handling this whole "I have no knowledge of any of this" play very well, but the moment someone barges on her slightly unexpectedly she just loses all her acting skills

Like girl this ain't gonna help you, you only draw suspicion to yoself

I don't know why I'm rooting for the antagonist

I just want Uther to get fucked and this is the length I'm taking

Gwaine my belovef

There's something so homoerotic in campfire scenes

Gwen is the real MVP for still standing after all the bullshit she's been through

Her dad was killed, she got kidnapped at least 3 times already, now she knows that Morgana, a person she liked, is plotting against them

Homegirl deserves a happy ending, and we're only at Season 3

When will Arthur pull his head out of his ass

Maybe is he was less of a dick to Merlin I wouldn't root as hard for Morgana

I'm so tired of Uther and we're not even 10 minutes into the episode

Gaius knows something and I don't like it

Also I do not like that ugly ass CGI monstrosity from the beginning

Oooo Gaius lore

If there's one thing I don't like about this show is that it spoils itself too much

NOPE I HATE THAT THING

I hate that it talks

Oh Poor Gaius This will hurt him so much

Should've let the poison do it's thing with Uther

I'm still so incredibly torn about the Morgana situation

It's just so weird how she suddenly acts with Gwen. Like the whole personality change

I mean it makes some sense considering Morgause's influence and stuff

But low-key I wish they kept them having a good relationship even when Morgana turned to the dark side (which I still support to some level)

What I'm saying is that I'll need fanfics about the two of them

Honestly everything still leads down to Uther being a horrible-ass person. Literally everything

NAH GURRRLLL YOU BETTER STAPH

Can someone PLEASE just kill Uther already

I can't even believe how long Merlin wanted to say those words to Uther's face

Homeboy with the ring looks like he's about to cry every time he's on screen

Arthur should've kicked Uther's ass. I know I would've

KC THE FUCKING DRAGON IS BACK

Oh cool, the magic cup

GWAINE MY BELOVEF

GWAINE NO-

I'm really intrigued by whatever Senred and Morgause has going on

It's so satisfying seeing Uther on his knees

BOOOOOOM. Get fucked Uther, this is all karma

Go queen, slayyyyy

"These people are innocent" "You killed innocents too" The fact that Uther can't bring up an argument Morgana doesn't have an answer for is glorious

It's a shame homegirl went off the rails but Uther finally gets what he deserves

Sup Freya Good to see ya girl, how are you doing this

Oh yeah I forgot about the sword

The most important item in the Arthurian legend cycle

Hey Lancelot how are you doing?

Oh yeah Percival was one of the knights

Canonically he was the one who found the Holy Grail

Oh we're just getting all the Arthurian symbols huh? The round table

Also Percival's armor looks really inconvenient with the bare arms

Good to see the character development in Arthur

JESUS CHRIST That Morgana scream

Welp, the sword is in the stone

Why did this lowkey feel like a Series Finale

#Merlin S3 #Merlin #Arthur Pendragon #Guinevere #Morgana Pendragon #Lancelot #Sir Lancelot #Gwaine #Percival #Uther #Gaius #Merlin reaction

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy gave Bert a nod to urge him on. Of course he wouldn’t judge too harshly. There was no point in expressing concern over whatever ill-advised science projects he was about to share when it was long over. Besides, hadn’t he lost any right to judge people for recklessness? While Bert continued to explain Teddy stared at the photograph. They both looked so happy, so full of life. Knowing their current relationship made it bittersweet at best. “I don’t think I should find it hard to believe..,” Teddy muttered as he covered Bishop Percival’s face with his thumb. Now that he knew that he had been a scientist he could easily guess the rest in broad strokes. He had become frustrated by the limits of mundane science. He wanted a faster way to accomplish his goals. And Teddy understood what drove Bish- Percy to magic because… he had inadvertently stepped onto the same path himself. The very thought made him sick. He folded the photograph in half to place Bert’s younger self on top and the bishop’s on the bottom, out of sight. “Congratulations again,” Teddy said as he gave Bert a strained smile. “You deserve it.”

Bert glanced at Teddy from the side of his eye. He paused for a moment without saying anything, then resumed his circular stroll around the room, along with his story. 

“... Percy wanted to make a name for himself by finding a connection between science and magic. He was convinced there had to be some sort of scientific explanation for at least some of it. He was very fascinated with Lord Hater’s powers. What’s more magical than a skeleton with only a handful of organs that produces green electricity? He desperately wanted to study Lord Hater, but of course was never allowed the opportunity. So the next best thing…”

Bert paused his stroll when it took him back near Teddy, but continued speaking. He spoke pretty nonchalantly. “...Was us sneaking out to scour the prisons for any captive that even showed the smallest sign of being capable of using magic. Kidnapping them. Dissecting them. Vivisecting them. Trying to look for any sort of biological or chemical correlation to magic production. This benefited me because in turn I used the bodies to further my research in cybernetic prosthetics.”

He ambled away again. “It was a miracle we never got caught. Course, until he ratted me out and pretended he had nothing to do with it…” 

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