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sitting here sneezing my brains out, browsing themes so that i can get this tumblr up to date, while laughing at the mental image of a recently-awakened-into-the-modern-world arthur being convinced that those automatic flushing toilets are possessed by sorcery and are trying to castrate him.
yeah, i don’t know either, lmfao.
Merthur AU - Merlin sees Arthur one day while out on a case, he decides to arrest Arthur for all the turmoil he put magic users through.
PLOTTED STARTER ↪ @kingclotpole ♥
Being reminded of Uther Pendragon fills him with disgust due to all the pain he’s experienced firsthand and the pain seen inflicted on others. Merlin feels NO SYMPATHY for the fallen king ( only relief, knowing it is the beginning to the end of their suffering ) as he eyes Arthur with an impassive expression, making sure to keep himself guarded despite the anger bubbling underneath the surface. Healmostfeels NO PITY, even for a friend who’s lost a father for what seems like the second time in one life. “You know he tried to kill you,” he whispers just loud enough to cut through the silence. “And he feels no remorse for any of his actions– Honestly, what were you expecting?”
What was he expecting?
If Arthur were to be honest with himself, he truly had no idea. There were clusters of words that ran through his mind in question: was it acceptance? Was it understanding? He had so much to tell his father that day at the Stones of Nemeton; he had been so proud of the peace that he been brought to Camelot without the necessary brute force and raw fear that had been Uther’s reign. Things were coming along well, or so he had felt, and he sought something from that meeting. Praise perhaps, with a touch of surprise and a positive impression. Most of all, he just wanted to see his father again.
Whatever I’ve done, I’ve done for Camelot.
Almost kill Guinevere? Merlin? His Knights? Arthur didn’t even include himself because he was quick to take responsibility. And it really was his responsibility this time around, blowing the Horn of Cathbhadh against all warning. A man so wary of magic and yet there he was recklessly calling upon it for his own selfish whims. Why Merlin wasn’t angrier with him (perhaps he was), he didn’t know.
“For everything I’ve done in my life,” he began in a voice barely above a whisper, “it was with hope that it would please him. I never once felt that a king’s strength was best exemplified by an iron fist that ran fear through the hearts of his people. Camelot still has many a scar to heal from, and much growth to do. I thought I was doing right by my father. And I thought, perhaps, he’d be proud of that.” Arthur fell quiet then, contemplative, eyes glistening with unshed tears and for that moment, he was a six year old watching his father walk away without so much a glance back at him. Uther could easily brush off his own son’s desperate cries without hesitation. And to this day, it still shook Arthur to the core.
“He said he’d always love me, Merlin. And I so badly want to believe that.” He looked over towards his friend. “Is it nescient to want that? To have expected it?”
Raising an eyebrow to match, Merlin can’t help but stare back in disbelief simply because he’s sure even Arthur knows he isn’t fooling anyone– Not when all traces of grace seem to vanish into thin air wherever romance is concerned. “Alright, then,” he says simply with a smile forming on his own lips. “I was gonna suggest you do something other than stare but your attention must be elsewhere…”
There was a quick shift in Arthur’s expression. His eyebrows rose a little higher, smile falling into a frown upon realization that he was losing this little battle--as often what happened when it came to Merlin. “I mean--” came a backpedal of sorts, “--if there was something you’d like to suggest...” Oh how he internally cringed upon his admission of curiosity. “You’ve got my attention.”
He wasn’t holding his breath for exactly what Merlin was going to suggest. The other man was pretty talented in knowing how to make the blond squirm.
RANDOM STARTER ↪ @kingclotpole ♥
“——I know when you’re staring, Arthur. You’re not very subtle.”
“Hmm? What? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Merlin.”
The blank paper set in front of him for the last fifteen minutes would say otherwise, however, Arthur lifted his gaze to stare over at Merlin with a raised eyebrow, doing his best (and failing) to keep as straight a face as humanly possible.
*wraps around you* ur writing is beautiful
Strike me down? I’ll get up again. I am not invincible, but I won’t give up either.
thinking about ur otps napping is SO IMPORTANT. Does one protectively shush anyone who comes near their sleeping partner. Does one come home to find the other sleeping on the floor under a table or curled in a corner. Does the partner wake them up and move them to some place more comfortable or do they roll their eyes and cover them with a blanket whatever weird place they are. Do their roommates come home to find them both tangled in impossible positions and marvel at how they are somehow asleep. Who gets really emotional the first time they fall asleep together. Who drools on the other one’s chest. Who wakes up with the other’s hair in their nose. these are the necessary questions.
s o m e t i m e s
I push people
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to remind myself
that I don’t
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Six word story. #364 (via myfuture-mywriting-mylife)
THAT LITTLE FIC THING YOU JUST POSTED WAS FUCKING FANTASIC A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I LOVED IT IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN AND ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS
I’ve only been back two days and this love is just murdering me. I am so glad you loved it! Thank you for taking the time to hit me up on my askbox just to tell me. IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.
Your writing is so beautiful, Alana. I am always in awe of how gorgeous it is and the way everything flows-- The way you never reveal /everything/ about your muse but happen to leave some bits and pieces about him a secret as if you want your readers to interpret his characterization in their own way. Maybe it's not your intention but it's this feel I get. I know you're busy IRL and Tumblr comes second but I just wanna say it's great seeing you on my dash. Your writing makes me really happy.
Don’t mind me I’m just gonna sit here and stare in awe and silently cry happy and appreciative tears bc I DON’T DESERVE U OK.
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