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queenshelby · 5 months

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Forbidden Desire (Part 21)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

The following day, when you woke up, exhausted from tending to a crying child all night, it was Frances who brought you some breakfast to your room.

"Good Morning Miss Shelby," she said as, ever so gently, she laid out the food before you.

She seemed especially sensitive today, attuned to the tensions that permeated throughout the house. As she handed you a cup of tea, she offered, “If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate.”

"Thank you, Frances," you smiled without needing to take up her offer for assistance before enquiring about the whereabouts of your fiancé. "Do you know where Robert might be?" you wondered, seeing that he had risen early that day.

"I believe that he has gone hunting with Mr Shelby," Frances informed you, causing your chin to drop.

"He's gone hunting with my father?" you asked, but Frances shook her head.

"No, miss. He has gone hunting with your uncle, Thomas Shelby," she said apologetically and, immediately, you froze, stunned by the news.

"Has anyone else gone with them?" you wondered, seeing that, not only had Robert never held a rifle before, nor did you consider it wise for him to spend time alone with Tommy while Tommy was in possession of a weapon of such kind.

"No, they have left the house on their own. I believe that I heard Mr Shelby say that he wanted to get to know him a bit better now that he was marrying you," Frances elaborated, her sympathetic demeanor evident.

Feeling concerned for Robert's safety, you could feel anger rising within you. How dare Tommy take advantage of Robert's naïveté, you thought, but, before you could interrogate Frances further, there came a knock at the door.

Opening it, you discovered your father, Arthur, standing on the other side, an amused smile playing upon his lips.

"Fucking Hell, Love," he drawled, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "You cannot seriously marry this man," he laughed before shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Excuse me?" you murmured, taken aback by his demure.

"Your Uncle has gone out to the woods with him to shoot a stag and he threw up all over his own fucking suit," Arthur chuckled, referring to the fact that Robert felt somewhat sickened by the act of the hunt. "And I thought he is a fucking doctor," he then added, laughing even more.

"He is a doctor yes and, unlike you and the rest of my family, he may not enjoy the act of killing," you retorted defiantly, feeling slightly irritated by your father's mockery, just as Robert barged into the room as well.

His face pale and sweaty, he looked almost ill and, just as he approached you, you could smell the vomit on his clothes.

"Frances will have these cleaned for you," you assured him kindly, gesturing for him to sit down. Ignoring your suggestion, Robert went straight for the mirror in your suite, studying his reflection intently. Seeing his discomfort, you decided to intervene.

"Perhaps hunting isn't for you darling, and I don't blame you," you remarked carefully, but Robert was evidently upset and offended.

"Just shut up, Y/N! Please!" he snapped, his hands clenching into tight fists as if daring them to betray his fragile state. His expression clouded over with frustration and shame.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" you demanded incredulously, surprised by his uncharacteristically harsh response.

Robert visibly crumbled under your gaze, looking genuinely repentant.

"I…I didn't mean it like that, alright? Sorry. But, Jesus Christ, Y/N. I don't belong here. I shouldn't have come here," he admitted miserably, clearly regretting his outburst. "And neither should you. You don't belong here either," he then lectured you sternly, unable to conceal his disappointment and frustration. "This place isn't suited for people like us – we aren't killers, murderers, criminals," Robert told you without knowing that you, too, had killed a man before, albeit in self-defense.

"Last night, I saw two body bags being carried out of the yards. Your uncle and father were watching on as some gypsy picked them up. You were fast asleep finally, so I did not mention it at the time. I knew you needed the rest," Robert continued, choosing his words carefully. His vulnerability was touching, making you want to reach out and comfort him. However, unsure how to approach him after his earlier outburst, you remained silent until he asked a very relevant question.

"You aren't involved in any criminal activities back in Boston, are you?" Robert prodded cautiously, attempting to reconcile the disparity between the life he knew of you and the reality of living amongst the Shelby Family.

Looking away briefly, you struggled to find the right words. While you couldn't deny that you weren't entirely innocent, it wasn't something you wished to discuss with him.

Instead, you decided to provide him with an answer which would suffice for the moment.

"My line of work is complicated," you began diplomatically, causing Robert to sigh with frustration.

"Is it alcohol or is it drugs you are bringing into Boston?" he wanted to know earnestly, his brow furrowed in concern.

Suddenly aware of the depth of trust he was seeking from you, you took a deep breath before answering honestly.

"It's only alcohol and I promise you that I will not get involved in the import of anything else. No drugs. No weapons. No prostitutes," you replied firmly, determined to give him an account that wouldn't put you in immediate danger upon returning home and, after several moments of silence, Robert cleared his throat awkwardly, changing the subject.

"When we get back to Boston, we will plan our wedding. I want you to leave this life behind. You can stay home and look after Edward. You can be a housewife, be looked after and cared for by me. I am a good man Y/N and you deserve a good man," Robert insisted passionately, his green eyes burning brightly with determination.

"We shall see, Robert," you told him just as Edward began to cry once again. You had no intention of becoming a stay-at-home mother and knew that, a life like this, as a doctor's wife, would not satisfy you.

The idea of giving up the excitement and thrill you derived from working alongside the menacing figures around you made you uneasy, yet simultaneously, you craved stability.

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As you went on with your day at Arrow House, you and Edward spent time in the gardens before tending to the horses while Robert took solace in Tommy's vast library and Lizzie went for yet another dress fitting for her wedding.

Along with the maids and two Blinders he had employed for security, Tommy was the only other person at home and, with Robert having indulged himself in some books, this gave him the perfect opportunity to bond with his six-month old son without raising suspicions.

"May I hold him?" Tommy thus asked as you met him in the stables to show Edward the horses. There was a certain tenderness about him, an empathy that seemed completely misplaced among those present. And yet, his gentleness and compassion struck you as oddly familiar. Something stirred deep within your heart, echoing through forgotten memories, resonating beneath your skin.

"Of course. Just watch out for the horses," you cautioned lightly, handing over your son to Tommy.

Though it appeared effortless when holding Edward, the way he cradled the baby showed immense care and attention.

There was a palpable air of trepidation surrounding Tommy when he was near his son, a hint of fear mixed with uncertainty lingering within his heart.

"He is perfect," Tommy whispered reverentially, staring deeply into Edwards’ wide round eyes and tiny fingers. It was as though he was trying to memorize every aspect of his son before you would return to the US. This unspoken need reflected a level of desperation Tommy tried hard to hide, but you could sense it.

"Perhaps you could visit us in Boston one day?" you suggested tentatively, hoping to ease some of the tension building around you and, though this notion was not unappealing to you, you also recognized the potential risks associated with crossing paths with Tommy again, especially considering the circumstances that led to your departure from Birmingham in the first place.

"Yes... perhaps," Tommy agreed reluctantly, avoiding eye contact. As much as he desired a connection with his child, he feared what reuniting with you might bring.

"I should take him back inside. He needs a sleep," you eventually said softly, breaking the tension between you and Tommy.

Handing Edward back gingerly, you noted how Tommy tenderly held onto the baby, savouring every last second before parting ways.

"Good luck," he chuckled, seeing that Edward was a terrible sleeper, just like his father.

"Thank you," you smiled warmly, turning to make your way back into the house, leaving Tommy alone with the horses. Although there was still an underlying tension between you both, the fleeting interaction left you with a strange mix of emotions - sadness, nostalgia, desire. Intrigued by the unexpected affection you shared for Tommy, now more than ever, your curiosity peaked further.

Back inside, you proceeded toward the guest room in which you were staying and, just after Edward finally went down for his sleep, you sought out Frances to locate some writing paper, wanting to write to your mother who had since located to Belfast.

"Usually there is some paper inside the reading-room, on the cabinet to the left,"

she informed you helpfully, leading you to where you thought you may find what you were searching for.

When you arrived, however, you discovered that Robert had fallen asleep there and neither of you wanted to disturb him.

"Mr Shelby should have some in his office," she added tactfully, indicating that you should seek him out instead and, since you knew where he usually kept his writing supplies, you entered his office unannounced, knowing full well that he was still inside the stables.

Entering the opulent space, adorned with luxurious leather furniture and expensive Persian carpets, you approached his large mahogany desk and began rifling through its contents, finding exactly what you were looking for.

However, when you picked up a pile of elegant writing paper from one of the draws, buried beneath it you found several letters that were addressed to you.

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whydon-twego · 7 months

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Evening has fallen on Camelot and the travellers and vendors from outside the town are leaving. The winter wind has risen and Arthur and Merlin share a warm supper and a comfortable silence in Arthur's room. Merlin is wearing Arthur's old, discarded clothes, something to cover him and keep him warmer than what Merlin has and Arthur wishes he could buy him something new, something nice and warm and cosy but he cannot show this kind of favour, not even to his manservant. His discarded clothes are proof enough of how much he cares for Merlin. And Merlin's smile when he gave them to him warmed Arthur from the depths of his gut. They are both in front of the lit fireplace, Merlin is talking about something frivolous, but Arthur is unable to listen.

It's time for you to fully understand your duties and one of your duties is to marry, Arthur.

His father's voice rings in his ears and Arthur cannot hold back a grimace at the memory. It is as if his father does not see what he is doing for the kingdom, it is as if he does not understand all the sacrifices he is already making, the trials he is overcoming, and the difficulties he has encountered so far. Because for his father, he is not fulfilling his duties.

Arthur turns his gaze to Merlin, who is gesticulating animatedly without noticing the wine overflowing from the cup, and Arthur feels a melancholic smile make its way onto his face.

For with Merlin nothing can ever be.

Because Camelot needs a queen. Because Camelot needs an heir. Because that is its primary duty, and Arthur will do what he must.

Even if it is to be a loveless marriage. Even if he never gets the chance to be with the one person he truly loves. Even if he knows that Merlin will sooner or later turn away from him because every now and then he sees his own passion in Merlin's eyes and isn't that incredibly cruel?

"Arthur, what's wrong?" Arthur shakes his head and wakes up from his thoughts, staring at Merlin as if seeing him there for the first time since that night. Merlin has the usual expression of when he's worried but he tries not to give it away and Arthur thinks it's immensely stupid to waste time mulling over what's going to happen in the near future because then he can't enjoy the precious time he's spending with Merlin.

"Nothing, I was just thinking how is it possible that you have such a ridiculous face!" "Ohi, prat!"

Merlin throws the first thing he comes across at him and Arthur laughs loudly.

Arthur turns back to look at Merlin, who sticks out a tongue at him and starts talking about what he was talking about before.

Arthur smiles.

Maybe in another time…

Maybe in another life…

#merthur #merthur fanfic #merthur prompt #merthur fic #merlin #merlin fic #merlin prompt #merlin fanfic #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #my writing

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hattiecursedsigh · 28 days

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Let's talk about the first names of the Dracula characters.

Jonathan - 'God has given', 'Gift of God'. First appears in the Bible as the son of Saul. A very popular name, though has risen in popularity more recently. In 1885, it was the 674th most popular boy name, whereas in 2021 it was 114th most popular.

John - 'God is gracious'. Popular biblical name with similar origins to Jonathan. In 1885, it was the 2nd most popular boy name. The nickname Jack also has Celtic origins which mean strong and healthy. In 1885, it was the 163rd most popular boy name.

Wilhelmina - Of German origin meaning safety or helmet. Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands who was born in 1880. In 1885, it was the 403rd most popular girl name. Mina means 'love'. In 1885, Mina was the 383rd most popular girl name and the name can be used as a term of endearment.

Quincey - A gender neutral name meaning 'estate of the fifth son'. This is perhaps symbolism of him being the fifth male in the Light Crew. It is derived from the Latin quintus meaning five. It is of French and English origin. In 2022, it was 9705th most popular boy name and 12552th most popular girl name. (The chart I am using doesn't go back to the 1800's, sadly.)

Arthur - Celtic, Latin and Welsh origin. It is believed to be derived from the word artos, meaning "bear." As experts differ on its precision origin, the name can also mean "Thor", "the eagle," and "strong man." Arthur became a popular choice during the Middle Ages, as families named their boys after King Arthur of 6th century England. Arthur's last names are very interesting too and I will make a post about their last names if people are interested. In 1885, it was the 12th most popular boy name, and now it is the 256th.

Abraham - Named after Bram Stoker. Meaning father of multitudes or father of nations. Named after the founder of the Jewish people. In 1885, it was the 384th most popular boy name, a position is withholds today. Of Hebrew origin.

Lucy - Meaning light bringer. Derived from the Latin, masculine origin Lucius. In 1885, it was the 76th most popular girl name and is now the 127th.

#dracula #john seward #goth lit #name meanings #abraham van helsing #arthur holmwood #quincey morris #lucy westenra #mina murray #jonathan harker #gothic literature analysis #gothic literature #name analysis

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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 4 months

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Remembering how Game of Thrones tried and failed to make a convincing argument that Jon Snow was “the true king all along !1!1”, mostly because they removed all the myth and wonder that makes this trope land in the books. Because, don’t get it twisted, I absolutely believe the books are getting to this in some way. But it works because GRRM is intentionally recreating King Arthur’s origin story, with all its magic and whimsy front and center. GRRM knows and intends for Jon to be the clichéd fantasy protagonist: he’s got a magic pet, a magic sword (that’s about to be even more magic soon), magic powers, a magic lineage, and an obvious magic destiny. Book!Jon is the very idea of fantasy, the quintessential fantasy character - and like, THAT’S THE POINT! It’s why he’s literally every classic fantasy trope mixed into one. But none of this is present in the show. He’s got no magic, neither does his very normal pet, his magic lineage means nothing, and his magic destiny is laughably pushed to the side because the writers need to subvert expectations. Show!Jon is just some guy whereas book!Jon is meant to be THE guy. All signs in the narrative point to this.

And I think one of the biggest indicators of the show runners just not getting itᵀᴹ is the Tower of Joy sequence, which is meant to serve as a masterclass for fantasy protag myth building 101. The book version has: the most legendary sword known to man, the most legendary knight of all time, the leader of a legendary band of white knights, a powerful noble, a princess queen of love and beauty in a tower, a newly risen king, the shadow of a dead prince who was heir to the throne, obvious messianic imagery (e.g., three wise men witnessing the birth of a promised king), several metaphorical falling stars (Arthur, Ashara, Dawn disappearing for years afterward), etc, etc. So when the narrative beats it over our heads that Jon is “le true king”, it makes sense because the imagery and symbolism has been injected into the story to back this claim up. From a genre perspective, it’s not so much avoiding a trope but reinforcing it (though with several twists). The show version of Jon’s birth is some random dudes (names not provided) fighting for vague reasons (they cut out all the meaningful, character building dialogue). Show!Jon’s birth is not a mythological event heralding a king. But the show runners want to cheat and claim Jon to be the true king without doing any of the legwork. It just doesn’t land at all, and this pattern bleeds into them trying to claim Jon as tptwp…except show!Jon has no magic powers to back up that claim, unlike book!Jon who is a walking power plant. So even if they did come to a (mostly) correct assumption - that Jon is the king - how it’s written is so mind-numbingly bad that it doesn’t even matter anyway.

#jon snow #asoiaf #game of thrones #books vs show #the very definition of - ‘she (book!jon) looked absolutely beautiful….and he’s (show!jon) there 😐’#reason 1456789997643 why show!jon sucks donkey balls #I have a lot more to say in this topic but I’m too tired so I’ll just leave things here

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fireandiceland · 10 months

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I'm reading ukus cardverse fic again and I've been thinking. (A dangerous conflation, I am aware, but stay with me here.)

The bigger part of cardverse fics surrounding Queen Arthur and King Alfred are either about them being a happily married couple who has to face some kind of trouble - be it alternate selves or other kingdoms invading - or (soon to be) King of Spades Alfred chasing after Arthur as his destined Queen. Both concepts that I adore and love to read over and over again, but now I was thinking - what if Arthur is the first one to get his mark and snatch all power over the kingdom?

I've also read about the idea of Arthur being a controlling, maybe even evil Queen who only manipulates innocent, guillibe Alfred and pulls all strings in the back to secretely rule the kingdom on his own, but that isn't quite what I was think of now.

It would be interesting to explore a completely different route. An alternate cardverse, if you'd like to call it that.

Being a couple of years older than Alfred, Arthur's mark shows earlier and of course he knows what those intricate, dark lines on his skin mean, everyone does - wealth, power, and royalty. Conveniently, exactly the three things that the ruthless pirate captain Arthur Kirkland lives for. Before the new King of Spades can be found, Arthur finds his way onto the throne, leaving behind a trail of blood where threats don't get him through.

Crowned as the Queen of Spades with no one daring to question his status, Arthur keeps sailing the seas, always searching for whoever the gods, the aracana appoints as his king. But not out of love for his devinely selected spouse, but to secure his position as the lone ruler of the kingdom of Spades.

Bonus: Alfred not only ends up with his royal mark appearing during the height of the chaos Captain Arthur Kirkland has risen with his regency. No. He's also one of young man who hired on the captain's main ship the last time he went back to Spades to take care of some duties as the Queen that require his presence.

Will Arthur discover that the rather pretty young man who recently set foot to his ship is the one he's looking for to take out of his way? Will Alfred manage to keep the mark hidden from his Captain/Queen and run off before fate pulls him into arms that want him detained and not held close? Will Arthur be able to resist the temptation that was put on his ship in the form of sunkissed skin, eyes like the sea, and an almost irresistable smile?

Who knows.

#aph america #aph england #usuk #ukus #both i guess depending on who gives in first lol #hws england #hws america #cardverse #cardverse au #hetalia #hetalia au

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piratefalls · 6 months

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i'm sure everyone's tired of my rambling at the beginning of these, so let's just get to it. new list every wednesday!

list one. list two.

Even If It's Just Pretend by nontoxic

“The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.” “It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?” Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.” Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone." It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend. It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead. --- or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.

I've carried this song in my mind by kiwiana

Henry lays eyes on Alex Claremont-Diaz for the first time in Rio, and it sends such a shockwave of longing and terror into the universe that Arthur feels it. Or, five times Arthur tries to get Alex and Henry together from beyond the grave, and one time two times his intervention isn’t needed.

Bear with me by phlebotinxm

The first time it happened, Henry was not having it. “For the last time, I’m not helping you shave your arse.” — In which Alex is very hairy, and Henry sort of has a thing for it. Not that he'd admit it, though.

Taking Control of the Histories by Qwert33

Singer ACD and Prince Henry announce their engagement to each other. The internet reacts. (+ the months after, a new album, resurfacing of old interviews, and public online flirting.)

Lost and Found by milowren

Pez turns to hand him his ticket, raising an eyebrow over one of his unsettling blue eyes. “It’s either too terrifying for you or too juvenile. It can’t be both.” “I’m not terrified,” Henry says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. But as soon as the crowd in front of them clears and he’s able to see the entrance to the maze, he’s forced to recant that statement. Because standing just off to the side in the shadow of a giant inflatable jack-o-lantern, along with two girls that Henry vaguely recognizes through their costumes, is the most terrifying thing Henry has seen so far tonight. Alex Claremont-Diaz. ****** Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! Plus many horror movie references.

you handle it beautifully by HypnosTheory

“And I may have an idea for the libido problem too.” Henry sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get hard.” “First off, nothing has to rise to the level of therapy, there’s no threshold for misery,” Alex says, parroting the words his therapist has told him about half a million times. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about therapy.” Henry raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.” - Alex, discovering Henry is having a hard time getting out of his head enough to enjoy sex, has a clear solution: recreational drug use! While on the road to self-discovery and self-actualization, Henry surprises Alex more than once. (3 times Henry surprised Alex + 1 time Alex shocked him right back)

Thirst Tweets & Mean Tweets [FOR APPROVAL] by loveonpurpose

MEMO: Official Transcript of Alex Claremont-Diaz and HRH Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor for BuzzFeed, Inc. Original video title: "Prince Henry Reads Thirst Tweets / FSOTUS Reads Mean Tweets" (2021). Filmed February 20, 2021. Approval status: PENDING This transcript is strictly confidential and may contain privileged and proprietary information, which is protected under applicable laws and intended solely for the use of The White House and Buckingham Palace.

in the shadow of two gunmen by matherine

There are over four hundred and thirty-three million guns in civilian possession in the United States. Alex isn’t sure where on the campaign trail that fact embedded itself into his brain — he thinks he picked it up from some memo between Minnesota and Missouri — but he’s never been able to forget it. It's one of those things he turns over and over in his head, running the numbers as if he could calculate the possibility of a bullet embedding itself in his brain. In the end, Alex thinks that it evens out. More people want to kill him than the average person (and that number has grown exponentially over the years) but now he also has Secret Service protection and can’t go anywhere without a motorcade. So, really, statistically, he figures that he has just as much of a chance of being shot by one of those 433 million firearms as anyone else, give or take a few decimal points here and there. But doing the math doesn’t make it any less terrifying when it actually happens.

Want you stealing my time by clottedcreamfudge

Henry has no idea what the rules are meant to be when you fall in love with your best friend thirty seconds after befriending them, but he supposes it doesn't matter anyway; he knows that Alex could never feel the same way - has always known that - and he considers himself lucky to have someone this fierce and full of life in his corner. He doesn't need more, no matter how much he may want it. Then Alex goes and ruins everything by daring to press him against the wall at a party and kiss him like his life fucking depends on it.

simply, don't by rizcriz

The first voicemail notification sits in Henry’s inbox when he lands in London. He stares at it for a long while before quietly dismissing it and shoving his phone unceremoniously into his pocket. His phone feels like lead in his pocket the entire ride back to the palace, fingers itching to pull it out and just listen. But he’s stronger than that, isn’t he? He left, he got on the plane, he made it home without once looking back. He had, though, contemplated the many steps it would take to turn around. Wondered if he could make it back with enough time to climb back into Alex’s bed and pretend none of this nightmare—the confession of love—had ever happened. But for every step he envisions himself taking back, three more lead him straight to Kensington Palace, because for whatever it is that he wants, there is only what he can have, and it is not a life with one Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. -- Or, Henry actually answers one of Alex's calls.

heart & home by railmedaddy

An exploration of life, love, friendship and family – one snippet for each week of Alex & Henry’s first year in their brownstone.

the love of my life, forever by coffeecatsme

“So,” the host of the talk show starts, eyes glimmering with excitement as he gazes at Alex over the desk, “your new single. I think anyone here would agree that it felt like a death by a thousand cuts, listening to those lyrics. If you don’t mind me asking… There’s been a lot of speculation online about who the song is about.” Alex flips his curls to the other side, trying not to smile. “Uh huh.” Or, 5 times the media speculates Alex is dating someone else and 1 time they realize he's been with Henry all this time.

You Can't Deny Me Anything by Dawg1515

“What happened?” Henry frowns deeply and presses his hand to Alex’s forehead. “You’re burning up, love.” Or: That night at the Lake House, Henry is getting ready to leave when Alex wakes up feeling sick. Faced with memories of losing his father, Henry decides to stay and take care of Alex. They have some things to talk out.

sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck

When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.

how to have (normal) friends without fucking it up by ohgaywarden

Alex y’all are forgetting i started in georgetown when my mom was elected at least it’s not like the white house where they’ll bring the dogs out to sniff for weed cash and the ppos will probably check you for stuff but yeah… just don’t bring anything that would alert the royal protectors of the 4th in line for the throne Abbylol Anthony okay :) what time? -- Alex tries to make friends in law school.

a thousand, a million, billion thoughts, (all under the form of a letter to you) by CrayolaRainbow

Henry has been working on something in his office for the past week. Every time Alex asks him what it is, Henry just brushes him off with a simple “It’s a project, dear, nothing to worry about,” before throwing himself back into his work. He comes back, a week later, with a proposal he wants to show Alex. Or: Henry proposes to Alex with the help of a list, a powerpoint presentation, and some Very Gay Quotes.

buzzing by demigodbeautiies

“I mean, I respect the guts of anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to send a vibrator to the Prince of Wales,” Alex said, staring down at the little egg shaped thing in a box on their counter. “I can’t ever endorse this,” he replied, finally. -- Henry and Alex are sent a remote control vibrator. They find many, many uses for it.

A Tapestry of Intimacy Unfolded by Hqwhna

It's a case of textbook serendipity when Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz and Dr. Henry Fox first meet at a fundraiser in D.C. Now, Alex just has to think of an excuse to see him again...

Going Platinum by cricketnationrise

Email: [email protected] Channel Name: AustinBoy Age Restricted?: 18+ Chat enabled?: Yes Subscriptions: Monthly Tiers: 2 Tier 1:> Name: Standard > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video Tier 2:> Name: Bonus > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video, 1 weekly livestream

Or, a Camboy!Alex AU

A Taste of You by everwitch

On a few, select occasions, Henry has indulged Alex’s flirty banter, meeting Alex halfway with his own brand of dry wit. That is hardly advisable, of course, but Henry is only… well, not human exactly, but once upon a time he was, and sometimes he likes to reminisce about that. To recall what that existence had felt like. To watch a pretty young thing with a certain spark in his eyes smile victoriously when Henry admits he’s handsome. When Henry lets Alex take him home, he thinks he’s the only one who’s about to reveal his true nature. He’s wrong.

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor

“It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.” Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

Engagement by SilverRosesAndDragons

Alex and Henry get engaged. They make a show of telling the world.

hear it in the silence (feel it on the way home) by orionseye

“It drives me nuts sometimes that you don’t get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see you with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I’m there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning.” - page 296 Henry and Alex get everything they want after the 2020 elections: a beautiful home, fulfilling careers, a life together. But you need to heal first, to be able to love.

Sweetheart Grips by orestespdf

“Is this a good time to say that I haven’t done this before either, and that you should also tell me if it’s terrible?” Henry asks. Alex lets out a quiet laugh. His cheeks are ruddy with pleasure, the way some people get flushed when they’ve been smiling a while. Henry wants to do everything in his power to make Alex laugh again. The sound is intoxicating. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” Alex says with an easy grin. "I’ll log any complaints accordingly.” --- Rewriting a few RWRB sex-scenes with trans!Alex.

Hold the Moonlight In Your Hands by absolute-worst-idea (cxptained)

“Come on.” Henry tells him, tugging him to his feet and suddenly time is repeating itself. They sneak through the long grass, past the same PPO’s that snooze by the front door, before taking off at a run down that very same pier. “What are you doing?” Alex yells out, laughing as they come to the same halt as before, right under the brilliant night sky. The same stars look down on them. The same moon lights up their path, lights up Henry’s face, lights up his eyes and his smile. “I’m doing this right!” Henry says. There’s a lightness to his voice, a sparkle in perfect blue hues and Alex’s chest lifts just as it had done a year ago. ---------- The group find themselves back at the lake house, and Henry wants to make right that disastrous night with a marriage proposal that will change Henry and Alex's lives forever.

my gift is my song/and this one's for you by HestiaForever

It still amazes Henry, sometimes. That Alex loves him back; that the whole world knows and it’s okay. He turns his head and kisses Alex gently. The frizzing anxiety in his veins settles, and it’s like taking a breath of fresh air. Alex breaks away to smile against his lips. “Just like old times, huh? Do I need to let you go flee the country now?” OR Alex and Henry’s relationship, told through five holidays over five years.

The Red Side Goes Up by cmere

Henry brings home a little something new to try in the bedroom. Or: The One Where Alex Gets Jealous of a Butt Plug.

One Wild and Precious Life by SprigsofViolets

In 2015, Arthur Fox was diagnosed with cancer. He went into surgery to have a tumor removed from his brain, and fell into a coma. Nine years later, he wakes up.

Imagine Being Loved By Me by ladybonehollows

“Please tell me you're not so high in your ivory tower that you don't know what fanfiction is and that people write it about you." He can practically hear the sound of Henry rolling his eyes through the phone. “No, I know what it is, and I wish I could be surprised to learn that people have written it about me. None of that has ever inspired me to go looking for it.” Alex looks gleefully at the page in front of him. “Oh baby, I love how we can still surprise each other," he says. "I'm skipping to the good part, though.”

But Then You Found Me (And Everything Changed) by Lily_Padd_23, supernatural_mondler

Henry accidentally asks a question. Alex is more than ready with the answer.

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Anger

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

oneshot: fluff, pining, anger, angst but happy end ;)

warnings: y/n doesnt like being yelled at (I'm projecting yes), probably not a very healthy interaction lol

summary: Arthur has a rough week. Nothing works out the way he would like and the realization that his feelings for you become stronger overwhelms him. When he takes his anger out on you, you stay and decide to treat him kindly, despite him hurting you.

2700 words, 15 minutes reading time

Arthur was pissed. Over the last couple of days, a lot of things had accumulated that at last lead him to going crazy. The week started normally, even good. He got up after a decent night's sleep and saw you by the fire, already pouring a cup of coffee. Maybe it was the dream that still lingered on his mind, but the sight of you was unusually welcoming. He couldn't remember details, but the fuzzy outline of what had happened was still hot on his mind. He had dreamt about you and remembered enough things to make his tired face blush slightly. It embarrassed him to slowly realize what sort of a dream it had been but…it was a damn nice one though. Those were rare for Arthur, maybe that's why it didn't fade as quickly as the rest of them.

As he got up to wish you a good morning and claim his share of the coffee, some memories of the dream came back vividly. It was sweet at first but turned bitter real soon, when the coffee fought off his sleepiness and reality settled in.

Here you were in front of him. Drowsily wishing Arthur a good morning and asking him after his plans for today, all the while his thoughts were somewhere else. As if he had forgotten until now, the coldness of the morning creeped under his skin. Also, he soon was reminded that the two of you weren't alone, but in fact in a camp full of people. Especially Reverend, who had risen and joined you around fire, uncontrollably babbling about something neither of you understood. Nothing of the cabin, the intimate togetherness that had never really existed between the two of you but had felt so very real in his dream.

Arthur had to chew on this dream for a while. Though it faded over the course of the next few days, a new feeling popped up whenever he saw you. Arthur hadn't been completely oblivious to the fact that you meant a lot to him. But this...was different. Slightly more intense than he was used to. It confused him. He thought he might be falling in love with you, and nothing could have upset and irritated him more.

You noticed Arthur being somewhat quieter around you and caught him staring from time to time but thought nothing of it.

Then there was Dutch who talked about a job that could turn out to be great. Sean had found a lead, had told Dutch about it and he had been all for it. Arthur, John and Bill had been brought in on the idea. There were many discussions. Dutch, Sean and Bill were all in. Arthur argued it was nonsense, high risk and not a good idea at all. Arthur could count on Hosea's back-up, but John remained impartial. In a way, this angered Arthur even more. Save to say, the job turned out to be a catastrophe.

The loot had been lost and an intense hide and seek as well as shootout with the law had put Arthur in a bad mood. After splitting up so to not draw attention to the group that now had a decent bounty on their head, Arthur walked into a saloon. He knew he had to cool down before he returned to camp. He wasn't a complete fool about his emotions, so he wanted a couple of drinks and return with a more composed mind. Two drinks in he had calmed down. Four drinks in he had to think of you again and the life he would never have with you. After the fifth drink he was throwing punches with some stupid boaster. The fight was broken up after a while, but it wasn't necessarily because Arthur was winning it. Quite the contrary. Not even a good old fist fight would go smoothly.

Never mind the cooling down. Arthur was fuming when he mounted his horse to ride back to camp. His boots pinched. He had ripped a hole into his pants. A button of his shirt had gone loose and the taste of blood in his mouth annoyed him. He spit it out every minute or so, but his lip wouldn't stop bleeding and it made him even angrier. He was completely exhausted. It was already dark and drizzling, an upcoming storm brewing in the distance, when he returned to camp. He was somewhat ready to just...end this day, fall into bed and worry about nothing until tomorrow. But when you approached him as he hitched his horse, a little hope flickered up. Just the sight of you made him softer and forget about his bruises and aches.

"Finally, you're back!", you exclaimed. You had been worried sick. The accounts of John had been anything but calming and you had waited for Arthur to return like your life depended on it. That...however, is not how it sounded to Arthur. Still somewhat intoxicated, the words were twisted in his mind. Suddenly it sounded like he had taken a leisure time, he should have returned sooner - oh, maybe he should hurry up a bit so he could go on another stupid mission for Dutch!

Arthur's face darkened. "Apparently so", he briefly answered. His voice was so low, it screamed danger. It made you freeze and frown. The bitter man looked at you, searching your face for anything else that criticised him, and when he found nothing, he just walked on towards his tent. It took you a moment, but you followed.

"Are you okay, Arthur?"

"Sure. 'm always okay."

"Well, you don't look-"

"How do I look then!?", he yelled.

Your mouth was agape. Hearing Arthur yell was rare, especially in camp…Never before had he yelled at you. The situation was somewhat overwhelming.

"Tha's what I thought...", Arthur mumbled spitefully and continued to his tent, "Woulda shot the whole saloon if that god damn pointless job didn't waste all my bullets."

You couldn't let it go. You hated being yelled at. And you really hated being yelled at by Arthur, you had just realized. The whole week he had ignored you or given you the cold shoulder. Rudely staring, never explaining when you asked...and now he had the audacity to yell at you? His expression was scary, his voice even scarier. It brought tears to your eyes when you confronted him again.

"Look at me!", you demanded. You had intended it to sound more powerful, but it came out rather feeble and small, like a bid you knew you had no claim on.

Arthur turned his face slowly towards you. A deep frown in his bloody face. His eye was swelling, the blood from his lip had painted his whole chin red. He looked fucking frightening.

"Please stop treating me like that", you breathed. You had to fight to bring those words out. You would have preferred to accuse him of your ill-treatment, but you figured provocation wasn't the right way to appeal to him. You damn well knew that he could knock you out if he pleased.

"Treatin' you like what exactly, woman?", Arthur growled, "Gimme a break."

"Let me treat your wounds. Please, Arthur". you swallowed a sob that had worked its way up from your throat.

"Go annoy someone else, I'm sick of it."

A slap so loud resonated through the camp that you were afraid it would wake people up (if they hadn't been disturbed by the shouts yet). It was your flat hand that had landed on Arthur's bruised cheek. After a moment of surprise, Arthur looked at you with this disappointed and disgusted face that made you shrivel and your tears flow. A second later it completely disappeared when he - maybe for the first time since he had returned - really looked at you. Tears streaming down your cheeks; you held your hand that burned from delivering the slap. Arthur watched attentively as you gulped down another sob, wiping across your face with your sleeve. He realised that you were frightened and hurt. Because of him.

"'m sorry", Arthur mumbled. Everything started to sink in.

"Y/n I'm sorry", he repeated. Arthur was in disbelief of the scene that had just played out in front of him. He expected you to run away. God, he was disgusted in himself. But you held eye contact. Tears blurred your vision and you felt sick, but you stayed. For a while you just looked at each other. You desperately tried to get your lip to stop quivering, but it didn’t really work. Why were you even crying? You knew Arthur wasn’t specifically mad at you – you had done nothing wrong. His shouts had been directed at you though, and it had triggered something you didn’t have control over. Maybe it could best be described with feeling disrespected and confronted with a weakness you hadn’t even been aware you had. You crumbled, completely at mercy for this man’s emotions.

"Can I-", a sob interrupted your question, but you simply pointed at Arthur's face. He was dumbfounded, no word would get out of his mouth. He nodded and sat down on his cot. With sad eyes he watched you bringing a chair, watched how you filled in a bowl with fresh water and arranged your first-aid kit, before you took a seat in front of him and started disinfecting his wounds.

Arthur looked down to the ground. You recovered with every second that passed in silence. The way Arthur slouched his shoulders, how he avoided to look at you; you could tell he was sorry.

"Why'd you do that for me?", Arthur sighed.

"You need it."

"But I damn well don't deserve it", Arthur chuckled. It was far from genuine laughter, he tried to cover up how awkward and undeserving he felt.

"Maybe....dunno." Concentrated you cleaned Arthur's lip, knowing it must hurt tremendously. You also did him the favour of wiping the blood off his chin, watching in satisfaction how his beard turned from red to the brown-golden stubble you loved so much. Arthur looked to the side, or anywhere where your eyes couldn't catch his. He could tell you were being extra careful, and it shattered him even more. His hands wrung one another, the bloody and bruised knuckles tingling.

"So...job was a mare's nest. You decided to have a couple of drinks and then beat up half the saloon?", you asked, slowly piecing together the happenings of today. You wiped a warm and wet cloth across Arthur's cheek in an attempt to see if there was a serious wound under all the blood.

"Sounds about right...", he mumbled defeatedly.

"But there's something else, isn't there?", you asked, briefly stopping your actions to look at Arthur, who directed his gaze to his hands, "You've been acting weird all week." As the man in front of you didn't answer, you resumed your work on his other cheek. You carefully turned Arthur's head with two fingers, positioning him perfectly to make it easier to treat him.

"How can I make this up to you?", he asked. Changing the topic before he had to answer your question, hoping you'd forget you had even asked.

"You don't have to make it up to me. Just...don't yell at me again", you said and sniffled. It pierced right through Arthur's heart.

"'Course...nuthin' of it was yer fault to begin with", Arthur sighed quietly. "I'm real sorry, y/n."

"I know", you said, finishing off his second cheek before you leant back to look at him. This time, his eyes met yours again. He was almost looking up to you, you wondered how that's possible for a man a head taller than you. You weren't crying anymore, though your cheeks were still flushed and your eyes glazy. But you smiled. A bit weary and sad, but also relieved. There was a cut above Arthur's eyebrow, and you thought you spotted some dried blood in Arthur's hair under his hat. It made you wonder if he was seriously wounded somewhere else, but before you continued, you wanted to try again.

"If there IS something else. You know that I would...really like to hear it. Maybe I can help?", you said. But you had already accepted that Arthur wouldn't tell you, so you started to stand up to reach Arthur's head. Seeing how he already reached for his hat made you suspect the worst; ‘he certainly is hurt under there if he takes his hat off to show me’. Instead, before you had fully stood up, Arthur had taken off his hat and put it on your head. You sat down again. It was too big, dangling somewhat loosely on your head. When Arthur hit the brim with his flat hand, it obscured your vision even more. It gave Arthur some precious moments to blush at the sight of you with his hat on.

With delight Arthur saw the big smile forming on your face.

Two weeks ago, there had been an evening where everyone was at least tipsy. Conversation was either obscene or completely random and some of the girls, you included, had made a game of ranking the boy's hats. The details were fuzzy, but you tried to steal Arthur's hat a couple of times. At one point, he ran from you, crying: "NO! I gotta marry ya if ya do!" And you thought it was some stupid joke he had come up with, only after the girls filled you in that a man's hat is something personal indeed. You still wanted to wear his hat. Even more, to be honest; but for the sake of it you let it drop, less you would embarrass Arthur or be in everyone's mouth for it.

You corrected the way his hat sat on your head. It was still too big and wobbled around when you stood up to look at Arthur's scalp, but you were overjoyed. His head wasn't seriously hurt, you were happy to see. Only some bumps that must hurt horribly and dried blood of unknown origin.

"You're good to go. Think I got all of them scratches", you smiled, sitting down on the chair again.

"Going where, girl? Yer in my tent", Arthur said.

"Oh. Right", you felt stupid and a sheepish grin spanned across your face. Slowly you took of Arthur's hat and looked at it before you placed it on the table. Maybe you should stop sending mixed signals, because you were a bit confused as to what exactly it meant that he had put his hat on you. "So...Arthur...what...", you traced the brim of the hat with you finger, now it was you who was finding it difficult to look at him.

"Ya mean a lot to me, y/n."

You smiled shyly, watching Arthur in the corner of your eye, shuffling around on the cot.

"You mean a lot to me too", you said, yet again coming a bit closer. It was too difficult to rephrase his words. Too tough to simply tell him 'I like you'.

"Clearly. Anyone else would've ran off the second I got angry and not stayed and played doctor", Arthur chuckled. He knew it wasn't self-evident that you had stayed. Nor the way how gently you treated him afterwards, though he had to admit (just to himself) that he had needed it.

"And I'm a fool for that", you smiled.

Arthur looked at you. His eyes as blue as they ever were, you could get lost in them. Finally, he cleared his throat, stuttering an offering: "Maybe...if yer okay with that...would'ya ride out with me? Sometime soon? Tomorrow...if ya like." Arthur sat on his cot in front of you, feeling foolish. It hadn't been so difficult to ask someone out when he was a pubescent boy but somehow, he just felt exactly like one. His heart was racing. He knew why he didn't want to tell you about the dream he had had any time soon, because telling you meant facing reality and rejection. He wasn't sure if he could do that, with all of his past failings so present on his mind.

"I'd really love to." But this rejection never came and never would come. And when Arthur followed you with his eyes, how you disappeared in the dim darkness of camp at night, waddling off to your bedroll, he felt that he was one step closer to make his dream a reality.

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfiction #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr #rdr fanfiction

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Merlin in the modern day Moodboards Part 1;

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Character: George the servant.

Modern name: George Brass.

Age: 37 years old.

Modern job: Butler who doubles as a body guard.

Short rundown of their modern life: George lives with his wife, Sefa, in a cheap apartment along with his brother, Tyr.

Character: Sir Gwaine.

Modern name: Gwaine Jones.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Fleamarkert sales person and boxer/wrestler.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a vagabond who boxs and wrestles people for money while living out of his Rv, he's in a relatively new relationship with Percival, and has a couple of kids. Just for the chaos of it.

Character: Sir Leon.

Modern name: Leonard 'Leon' Grant.

Age: 43 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a detective who shares an apartment with his coworker, Lancelot, and his wife, Vivian. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others. He's not reincarnated. He's just immortal and has helped Merlin find the others.

Character: Sir Elyan.

Modern name: Elyan Smith.

Age: 40 years old.

Modern job: Photographer and travel blogger.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a traveling photographer and blogger who promotes not only his sister's business but his childhood friend's business as well. He also makes swords and knifes for fun and has adopted a child named 'Salem Shrine' who eventually took on his last name. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others, which is actually how he found Salem to begin with. He is also married to Mithian.

Character: Shrine/druid boy.

Modern name: Salem Smith.

Age: 11 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Born Salem Shrine, he grew up an orphan and met Elyan Smith (his future Adoptive father) at the community youth center when he saved him from drowning. He was adopted not long later and changed his last name to Smith.

Character: Merlin.

Modern name: Merlin Everstone.

Age: 36 years old (physically at least).

Modern job: Physician/doctor.

Short rundown of their modern life: Merlin has slowly been finding the reincarnations of people he knew and had become a doctor. He is married to Freya and owns a strawberry farm near some mountains and a lake with a couple of farm animals. He is trying to take care and make peace with the reincarnations of his friends and one off allies. Including some that had become his enemies in his old life.

And he's still trying to keep them alive while hoping that Arthur rises before more of their enemies do and before the world gets worse. And he really hopes that there is a way for his friends to remember the old days and for his old enemies who have good in them to forgive him.

He is tried of all the fighting and really hopes that he doesn't outlive all of them again because waiting for one of them to pop up sucked. You know, since being immortal and trying not to grow attached to other people is not easy.

Character: Kara.

Modern name: Kara Galdur.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Waitress.

Short rundown of their modern life: She is a waitress at a dual club-restaurant called 'Morgana's' and she is engaged to her live in boyfriend, Mordred.

Character: Sir Lancelot Du Lac.

Modern name: Lancelot 'Lance' Griffin.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: Lance is a single detective who lives with his coworker/partner, Leon, in an apartment with Leon's wife and volunteers at the community youth center with the others.

Character: Sir Mordred the druid boy.

Modern name: Mordred Barlow Le Fay.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Med Student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Mordred lives with his fiancée, Kara Galdu, in a flat above Morgana's restaurant & gay bar/club. He is Morgana's adoptive brother and changed his last name, Barrow, to his middle name so he could change his last name to Le Fay.

Character: Lady Morgana Pendragon.

Modern name: Morgana 'Morgan' Le Fay.

Age: 41 years old.

Modern job: Owner of Morgana's restaurant and gay club/bar.

Short rundown of their modern life: Morgan Le Fay is the daughter of a stay at home mom socialite—who had an affair with a now deceased business man (who is her real father)—and a soldier. Her mom went missing and her father died, leaving her and her older (by two years) sister, Morgause, orphans.

Eventually she found a young orphan named Mordred not long after his father died and took him in, treating him like a brother.

She is estranged from her older sister and is helping put Mordred through school and her restaurant/club is located right next to her childhood friend, Gwen Smith's, Boutique.

She is also a former lawyer.

(What would you guys call Gwen's Boutique/flower shop).

Big thanks to @hufflepuffpirate20 , @gwaine-lover , @genderfunky-lesbian , @everything-but-the-not-natural , @witchmd13 , @sautedonions , and @purpleblobfrompluto for the help.

(I don't care much for Kara but thought I'd include her anyway because I care about Mordred. Plus she could maybe change in the future after realizing she done fucked up).

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firinniee · 1 year

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Nah, I'm on Percy's side on this

Okay, so I'm listening to an HP OoP audiobook at work today, right? And I realized that Arthur's argument with Percy was based on what Percy had said, namely:

1. While working at the Ministry, he tried to improve Arthur's image.

2. Arthur has no ambition and his family is poor.

3. Arthur is crazy & he's on Dumbledore's side and going to be in big trouble for it.

4. Percy wants to be loyal to the Ministry because the only thing that confirms Voldemort's return is Harry's words.

And Harry summed it up by saying that out of all W. siblings, he always liked Percy the least, but he couldn't imagine that he could say such words to his father ... but what words? Percy say something that is completely untrue? As if aside from the fact that he got a promotion after his career was on the bad line, Arthur said it was just to be "a spy for the Ministry" (which was probably true) but Percy countered this argument with the truth as well.

1. We don't have any information about it other than that, but we know that Arthur didn't have the greatest respect, so Percy could actually do something here, so let's just leave it at that.

2. It's probably the most delicate of sentences and something that must have been going on in Percy for a long time for him to say it out loud. So the Weasleys are portrayed as a poor family that has one working parent (who has been holding the same low-paying job for years) and despite this, and then ongoing war, decides to have seven children. Percy was the 3rd child and in my opinion the first one to have the vast majority of second hand and “after brother’s” stuff because Bill was the eldest but Charlie was a completely different build and height so I suspect a lot of Bill's stuff just didn't suit him. In turn, Percy, 6 years younger than Bill, was tall and thin, so he probably inherited everything from him (and personally, I think that it was like an extra kick for Percy, probably because of similar achievements in Hogwarts and appearance, he was still comparable to Bill. And we know that Molly especially likes to compare her children so). I can see this as a reason why he wanted to achieve more for himself and felt that since his father still wants to be in this position, he has no ambitions for anything better. In fact, Weasley's poverty is one great absurdity of the series, but maybe another post about it someday.

3. Percy had a point here, being on Dumbledore's side could lead to real trouble. Everything to do with it was a kept secret for some reason, right? Additionally, Percy knew what trouble was, his first memories being a childhood in times of war.

4. If someone suddenly appears and says that H*tler has risen from the dead, will anyone believe it? Well, it was something just as abstract to the wizarding world. I understand that the Ministry didn't want to let the Dark Lord return, but the thought itself was very abstract, to the point that even people who liked Harry could not believe it.

I'm sure what Percy said hurt Arthur but what Arthur said and his attitude hurt Percy, I don't want to say anything but he was just entering adulthood and his father shouldn't have yelled at him knowing that his son just made his biggest dream come true. After all, he was the parent. Aside from the fact that everyone, without exception, takes Arthur's side and condemns Percy's words, he was only half the side in this argument, but he was the only one who apologized in the end.

Years after that feud, Percy even named his daughter Molly, and I'm sure if he had a son he'd name him Arthur, to me it just shows how much he blames himself even though he was only half to blame.

#harry potter #arthur weasley #Molly Weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #Ginny Weasley #weasley family #firinnie #firinniee #my thoughts #hp

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expectopatronum81 · 1 year

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Unpopular opinion

Disclaimer= no hate to anyone who thinks otherwise, you do you

Am I the only one who really didn't like the possession discussion scene between harry and ginny in the order of the phoenix? Lyk ik that scene is revered by hinny fans, but to me, it just shows their stupidity and a lack of understanding of each other's emotions and character. Let me explain

First off, I hate how its supposed to tell us that 'ginny can get harry to snap out of his brooding'. I hate that its framed as brooding at all, considering Harry's having a spiral after receiving no help after such a traumatic incident. Harry has every right to 'brood' in this scene.

Harry’s temper rose to the surface like a snake rearing from long grass. He was exhausted, he was confused beyond measure, he had experienced terror, relief, then terror again in the last twelve hours, and still Dumbledore did not want to talk to him!

… he was so tired… he was scared to sleep… yet he did not know how long he could fight it… Dumbledore had told him to stay… that must mean he was allowed to sleep… but he was scared… what if it happened again?

He didn't come up with the possession theory on his own, he literally heard one of the most experienced and senior most aurors of his time put it forward , plus received some sort of conformation from Dumbledore for it

“I reckon he sent it as a lookout,” growled Moody, “cause he’s not had any luck so far, has he? No, I reckon he’s trying to get a clearer picture of what he’s facing and if Arthur hadn’t been there the beast would’ve had a lot more time to look around. So, Potter says he saw it all happen?” “Yes,” said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded rather uneasy. “You know, Dumbledore seems almost to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this.” “Yeah, well,” said Moody, “there’s something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that.” “Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning,” whispered Mrs Weasley. “Course he’s worried,” growled Moody. “The boy’s seeing things from inside You-Know-Who’s snake. Obviously, Potter doesn’t realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who’s possessing him — ”

Also we literally have proof that harry was being possessed

It happened in a fraction of a second: in the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said “three”, Harry looked up at him - they were very close together - and Dumbledore’s clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harry’s face. At once, Harry’s scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again - and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, he would like nothing better than to strike - to bite - to sink his fangs into the man before him —

Secondly, most of Harry's assumptions when he's supposed to be 'brooding' turn out to be correct. He theorizes that he could be the weapon Voldy's after. While that isn't completely true, Dumbledore confirms this in the end. He also believes that he might be being possessed, which is also confirmed by Dumbledore:

“You see,” Dumbledore continued, “I believed it could not be long before Voldemort attempted to force his way into your mind, to manipulate and misdirect your thoughts, and I was not eager to give him more incentives to do so. I was sure that if he realized that our relationship was - or had ever been - closer than that of headmaster and pupil, he would seize his chance to use you as a means to spy on me. I feared the uses to which he would put you, the possibility that he might try and possess you. Harry, I believe I was right to think that Voldemort would have made use of you in such a way. On those rare occasions when we had close contact, I thought I saw a shadow of him stir behind your eyes… ” Harry remembered the feeling that a dormant snake had risen in him, ready to strike, in those moments when he and Dumbledore had made eye-contact.

He believes that he's putting the rest of them in an unsafe position, which is confirmed by the whole fiasco with Sirius and the department of mystries. Granted its not really his fault the way he thinks it is, but it does inadvertently lead to Sirius' death( putting the blame on voldy here, not harry ofc).

Which makes the conclusion they come to pretty stupid. We're told in the 1st book that Quirrel was possessed by voldemort, and he didn't have blank spaces in his memory, he seemed very conscious of what was going on and even leaned into it. Which basically proves that there are forms of possession in this world that don't always involve having blank spaces in your memory. Why is Harry so easily convinced then?? HE EVEN THINKS OF QUIRREL WHEN HE'S ASSESSING HIS POSITION IN THIS THEORY

Harry remembered how the snakelike face of Voldemort had once forced itself out of the back of Professor Quirrell’s head and ran his hand over the back of his own, wondering what it would feel like if Voldemort burst out of his skull.

Don't believe me? It's proven by harry's possession as well, he's very aware that voldemort is using him

Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again…

Let the pain stop, thought Harry… let him kill us… end it, Dumbledore… death is nothing compared to this…

This clearly proves that the scene was written to mislead the readers so that the necessary shock value is obtained when harry has to take occlumency lessons and throughout the rest of the book. Heck, even 13 y/o me was frustrated reading this, I just went 'oh come on, u lot live in this world, u should be smarter than this!!'. Makes harry and ginny's first meaningful interaction lose value when 90% of it is contradicted imo.

Now, coming to harry and ginny themselves. Harry literally has to be reminded of the biggest incident in ginny's life. What is supposedly a hinny scene requires hermione to be the one to actually bring harry out of his confinement and get him speaking to the rest of them (no, i don't ship harry and hermione). Ginny is inconsiderate as well. She doesn't care to ask about harry's conclusions( which are much smarter than hers btw), she calls him stupid and dismisses his totally valid concerns. In fairness, we don't know how much she knows about quirrel, but it really undermines the importance of the scene when her 'help' is eventually contradicted by the plot itself. If rowling really wanted to sell this as a hinny scene, she should have had harry and ginny have an emotional and mature conversation about what it actually feels like to have voldemort in their heads, about the various complexities and insecurities surrounding it, and probably shed a little light on how ginny overcame this. There should have been a mutual understanding of each other's struggles, and a resultant bonding because no one else can truly understand what they've been through. Instead we have ginny dismissing harry, calling him stupid, stating the experience of being possessed in an utterly factual manner and harry reaching a dumbass conclusion despite being much smarter in the scenes earlier. So much could have been done with harry and ginny's connection, yet we ended up getting a scene that was written for the sole purpose of giving future shock value that lacks any form of bonding or understanding from either of them.

#harry potter #anti hinny #anti ginny weasley #unpopular opinion #wasted potential #possession #order of the phoenix #unpopular take

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Who Am I Really?

Chapter 8

Fandom: Aquman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Artrax finds Orm and help comes from an unexpected place

Orm had a bad feeling as he helped YN clean up after dinner. She was trying to be cheery, act like nothing would change but considering everything that he had just learned, everything was about to change. He dried dishes while she put them away and he didn’t realize until he heard the shatter that she dropped a dish. He turned, setting the glass he was holding down only to see YN, hands held up, staring at the doorway, terror in her eyes. He looked at the door and saw an Atlantean soldier. He entered the home, followed by three more, finally Artrax entered, pulling Arthur’s bound body with him. Orm jumped in front of YN, shielding her as much as he could.

“Greetings your majesty, it has been a long time,” Artrax said casually, dropping the groaning Arthur on the ground. Orm’s eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out how he could take down the five enemies in the room without harming Arthur or YN, but he couldn’t see how it was possible if he fought. He would have to be civil until an opportunity presented itself.

“Artrax?” he said, like he was surprised. Artrax shook his head.

“Don’t try to be stupid, I know that the king has been hiding you here, helped you to escape your punishment for killing my son,” the noble said. Orm took a breath, pointing behind him. YN took his hand, so he knew she understood. He wanted her in the bedroom, it at least put a wall between her and the danger here. He couldn’t think straight with her out there, weapons pointed at her. She started to back up slowly but froze when one of the soldiers pointed his weapon at her. Orm moved, once again putting himself in front of her. Artrax smiled.

“Please, just let her go to another room,” Orm said, the hitch in his voice betraying how much she mattered to him.

“O no, the lady should stay, learn who you really are,” Artrax said.

“He told me who he was, he has shown me he is not that man anymore,” she said, shooting a glare at the noble. “He has done some horrible things, but he’s not that person now and he is atoning.”

“Atoning? How can you atone for taking a life? How can you expect redemption when you have taken the breath out of a person’s body? He can say he is different; he can claim redemption but it's not true. The only way for him to be redeemed is to pay for what he’s done with his flesh,” Artrax said, producing a dagger. Orm looked from him to Arthur.

“You can’t threaten the king of Atlantis, that’s treason, you would never be able to go back again. Neither would your men. You all see that right? I was in a deserter prison for four years because of the treason I committed. You don’t want to be there. They take pieces of you…they eat them in front of you,” Orm said. YN saw a haunted look cross his face for a moment before he came back to the present. The Atlantean soldiers seemed to consider this, and lowered their weapons just enough for YN to run. She slammed and locked the bedroom door and opened the window. She knew she had to get away, find help, and she had a plan.

“Find her you idiots! None of us will get charged with treason if you just listen to me,” Artrax demanded. Two of the soldiers kicked the bedroom door down and went inside. One came out and said that YN was gone. Orm felt himself relax just a little as the two left to search for her. His odds had just risen considerably. He stood a little straighter, feeling more confident now. Just had to talk a little longer.

“So what’s your plan after this? You what, kill me and then think Arthur hails you a hero when you get back?” he asked. Artrax laughed.

“Do you think either of you are surviving today?” he said. “This is simple, you were enraged we found you, at your brother for failing you. You fought, the king was tragically killed in the crossfire, taken down by his own brother. I go home the hero and you and Arthur rot at the bottom of the lake.” Orm noticed the other soldiers shift nervously out of the corner of his eye. Clearly this wasn’t in their plans.

“And do you think these men will keep that secret? I mean…they look nervous to me,” he said. Artrax was nearly foaming at the mouth, clearly wanting nothing more than to rile Orm again. Once YN had left Orm had changed. Artrax knew this, he could see the former king’s head held up higher, the arrogance was back in his eyes. Arthur wasn’t the key to making him crumble, that fucking woman was, and now she was gone. This wasn’t going the way he planned. Fine, new plan. He pulled a weapon from a side holster and shot the two soldiers in their water masks. Orm was going to help them, but Artrax held the weapon to Arthur’s head. Orm froze. Alright, his assumptions about Artrax being reasonable were out the window. New strategy.

“Well then, how about this. You come with me, I’ll bring the king, alive for the time being, the other two come back…” he stopped speaking and suddenly disappeared out the door, dropping the dagger and his energy ray as he went. Orm ran outside and saw Artrax, then the person who was holding him in the air. He was also holding the other two soldiers in the other hand. YN was on the beach looking up at the sight with a smile.

“I will be right back,” the flying man said before turning and shooting off towards the ocean.

“Who is that?” Orm asked, pointing. YN laughed.

“My cousin Lois, her fiancé is kind of a metahuman, Superman. Met him at their engagement party, very kind. Told me if I needed help to just call out for him. Never had to before though,” she said. She folded her arms. “Now, is your brother still unconscious? Superman said he would drop them on some mountain in Europe, but they’ll get back here eventually, and I think its about time we made a plan,” she said. Orm stared at her for a moment before pulling her in, kissing her deeply. He lifted her and she wrapped her body around him. Arthur came stumbling out of the house.

“What happened?” he asked. They paid him no attention. He groaned. “Hey, detach for a minute.” He walked over and plucked YN out of Orm’s arms. Orm took a swing at him, but he deflected it easily, putting her down. “Come on guys, I just woke up after being attacked and I need to know how much shit we’re in.”

“We will all be fine, you just have a job to do,” YN said. Arthur looked confused, and then was even more baffled when Superman landed next to him.

“What’s tights doing here?” he asked. Clark chuckled and put an arm around the confused king.

“Come inside and I’ll explain,” YN said, leading them into her home for some tea and a plan.

#orm marius #king orm #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #kingorm #ormmariusxreader #kingormxreader #ormseries4

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