country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing
merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that
gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him
merlin, with an Idea: ah.
gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?
merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel
arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:
merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up
merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing
merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire
arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:
arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:
merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me
arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.
merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?
arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil
merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?
arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.
merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.
merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important
sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding
merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??
leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?
merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????
leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?
merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????
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Hi! Anything you recommend involving Angel or Demon courting? I love a good “old fashioned courting” fic
Hello. We have some angelic and demonic courting fics here. And you may also be interested in our #wooing and #nesting tags, as these fics will somewhat similar. Here are some more fics featuring courting rituals...
Falling Free by Sodium_Azide (T)
With nothing holding them apart anymore, Aziraphale takes the first steps and first offerings in making things formal between himself and his demon. His Crowley deserves to be wooed the very, very old-fashioned way.
One More Chance by greygerbil (E)
Aziraphale is painfully aware that he may have rebuffed Crowley one time too many to still hope there will be anything else between them than friendship and the occasional tryst. Still, he was never one to give up easily.
Crowley's attempts at courtship (5+1) by p0psicle_ashtray (M)
The year is 1813, Crowley is currently in a gentlemen's club in Scotland when he runs into a familiar angel, they talk and Crowley realizes that he must do whatever it takes to make Aziraphale fall in love with him. He was going to court the pants right off him.
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door by doodlegirll (T)
Courting, in heaven, was all about pageantry.
Crowley had been an angel, once. He remembered the pomp and circumstance of it all, how his fellow angels would damn near lose their minds trying to make sure that every little thing was absolutely perfect, to the letter. It had all seemed so silly back then, back when Crowley had gone by a different name and had woven galaxies and stars into nebulas across the cosmos. He’d rolled his eyes at it all, but he’d always secretly wondered what it would be like, to find someone that made all that fuss seem worth it.
That was before the Fall, and the Garden, and a wall where a swordless angel asked his first question and shielded a demon from the rain.
Crowley knew that if he was going to win the Principality’s heart, he was going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
The Courting Habits of Doves and Crows by vaguelydemonic (T)
Aziraphale and Crowley's tendencies to beat around the bush finally start coming to an end. They've been at their careful back and forth for millennia, but when notorious Gift Giver Crowley receives a present from Aziraphale, the ball truly gets rolling and the limits of how oblivious a pair of immortals can be are tested.
Pining and Posturing by Kittyknowsthings (T)
When Gabriel proposes an angelic bond to Aziraphale and won't take no for an answer, Crowley challenges him to a competitive courtship instead - and while Heaven considers courtships a mostly private matter, Hell's delegation to the Ineffable Parley certainly isn't going to politely ignore an Archangel walking into the negotiation room bearing an unauthorized demonic geas.
- Mod D
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hey, you know what's a fun thought?
what if one day, pre-ascension, Mobei-Jun was beating up Shang Qinghua as usual, but this time when he threw him, SQH hit his head on a jutting out piece of rock or wall in just the right place
and instead of crawling onto his knees and doing his over-the-top wailing and begging for mercy routine that MBJ had come to expect, SQH just lay still.
and a dark pool of blood, impossibly big and horrifyingly still pouring, spread from skull, on the floor aroud him, soaking through his sunny, ink-stained an-ding robes,
as Mobei watched, a cold horror settling over him. and SQH didn't get up.
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sabine would definitely comission a full set of beskar to the armorer for shin, discounting the helmet
sabine would also comission for a set of new vambraces and shinguards for ahsoka
sabine would paint the finished beskar pieces, customising each specifically, tailoring them to both shin and ahsoka's tastes and histories
sabine has a new signet of a moon and a wolf imbued on her pauldron, and the same can be seen on shin's
the first time sabine saw shin with the beskar fully adorned, she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a few beats as she mutters, "gar mesh'la."
sabine's love language is gifting shin and ahsoka beskar armours and the finest of weapons; she would also definitely teach shin her extensive weapon skills
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One day, Arthur finds a book.
Love deprived as he is, Arthur thinks the book is about friendship. He's never learned how to do friendship, so everything is overwhelming for him anyway and he decides to the Tips that are written in the book with Merlin.
It's a book about courting rituals.
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