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oumaheroes · 8 months

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Would you write an america and england fluffy drabble?

If domestic counts as fluffy, I sure can indeed

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Another Man's Trash

From his spot on the rafters, America watched England teeter up the ladder to the attic, a full mug in each hand, and took pleasure in offering him no assistance.

‘Took you long enough,’ he said when England was safely up and crouched under the oddly crooked roof supports. He took the mug England held out to him before it had the potential to become a weapon, ‘I thought you’d died down there.’

‘How kind of you to come and check on me.’

‘After what you’re making me do, you deserve it.’

‘’Making’ you do? I deserve death for asking for your help?’

‘Yes.’

‘Noted.’

England hunkered down a foot away and eyed the section of rafters, or lack of, which America was guarding. There wasn’t much natural light to see by. The attic spaces of England’s huge country manor were partitioned and sectioned off between the different wings, some used as servants’ rooms, others for proper storage. This particular section was one of the more abandoned, quickly and haphazardly boarded, and with were only two, small windows to fight against the dust flecked darkness. The hole which America was sat next to was lighthouse’d by a several flashlights, and he could see more by the light from the room below than he could from the small, round, single paned window above it.

England nodded at the room below, bones on the right side of his face sharp with yellow flashlight. ‘Shouldn’t be too long left.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? There’s still a huge hole in the floor.’

‘Ceiling.’

‘Whatever.’

‘We’ve done most of it.’

‘Done? The whole thing needs replacing.’ America waved his arm wide, coffee still in hand, and England watched its trajectory with alarm. They’d cleared this area of the attic when they’d first started work, the ancient objects and historical junk which had previously occupied the space piled high or scattered about whatever space up here that remained, but hot coffee through the already abused boards probably wouldn’t end well. ‘This boarding is hundreds of years old, I’m surprised any of it is still weightbearing.’

‘It’s well made.’

‘It was well made, like a billion years ago.’

‘It’s not that old.’ England rolled his eyes at the look America gave him and took a sip of his tea, ‘The whole thing doesn’t need replacing, and the main beams are fine. That bit only rotted because of the leak in the roof.’

America opened his mouth and then closed it again, sensing that arguing this point wouldn’t actually get him out of the damn attic any faster and might, in fact, trap him into helping for a much longer project. It was bad enough that his quick summer stay to the UK had been consumed by this; if England accepted an additional idea that he proposed, there was no way to wiggle out of it peacefully. Instead, America glared up at the spot of roof they’d spent the better part of the last few days fixing and waterproofing.

‘You’re lucky I was visiting. If I hadn’t noticed the stain in the guest room ceiling you’d be fucked.’

‘Hardly.’

‘And you wouldn’t have been able to do this by yourself.’

England made a non-committal noise, ‘I would have been fine.’

‘Sure you would.’

‘I would have. It would have taken longer though, certainly. And I’d rather someone I trust than some random builder who has no idea how old this all is. Far too difficult to explain and it would have been an utter ball ache finding a specialist.’ England turned away, placing his mug down and busying himself with the stack of floorboards waiting patiently for them along one of the beams.

America smiled and shook his head. That was as close of an acknowledgement of thanks or gratitude as he was likely to get. Enough too that England considered him competent.

He tried his coffee, mournfully noting that England had reverted, likely out of habit, to making the instant stuff rather than the proper beans. Either that, or America had torn his way through the good coffee that England kept handy for what he called his ‘overly picky’ guests. ‘How old is this part anyway.’

‘This part of the house?’ England handed him a measuring tape and a board, the wood thick and heavy. They’d need to cut them to size, then add the insulation, then plaster the ceiling- actually no, fuck that. England could deal with the decoration himself, America had already splintered his hands tearing out all of the sodden stuff that was there before. ‘Not that old. I think I had this wing built not long after I found you. Maybe my first trip home afterwards.’

America let out a whistle, ‘Hate to break it to you, but that’s too old.’

‘It’s the youngest part of the house.’ England huffed, ‘I’ve been living here for about two thousand years in one way or another lad, a few hundred years is nothing in the grand scheme of things.’

‘I’m not gonna bother giving that a response.’

America peered down through the hole, cautiously perching on the edge of the rafters to see into the bedroom below. His room of all rooms; he’d had to relocate himself to Canada’s. He was sure his brother wouldn’t mind.

‘Mind yourself.’ England warning, hand twitching as if to grab him when America leant even further forwards, ‘We don’t need an A&E trip on top of everything else.’

‘I’m not gonna fall.’

England tutted and looked away, ‘And haven’t I heard that before.’

‘Stop moaning, you’ll go grey.’

‘You’ll make me go grey.’

‘You’d look more your age, at least.’

‘Piss off.’

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say to- oh.’

‘What?’

In the process of measuring the width of where the first board would go, America’s eye caught on something wedged in the insulation. It must have slipped between the older boards when they became warped by the water, or even lost between them years previously. It was deep in the insulation, not budging when America poked it experimentally with the tip of his finger. Shifting his weight, he reached out further across the hole to tug it free, ignoring England’s muttering to come around the other side and get it like a normal person and the hand he rested on America’s shoulder to steady him.

The object was small and wooden. It looked, of all things, like a thick stick, but as America worked it free it was revealed to be a very short, very crude spear. About half a foot long at most, it was roughly sharpened at both ends with a groove in the middle for a handle.

America turned it over, baffled, ‘What the hell is this?’

‘You tell me. You made it.’

America blinked, ‘Did I?’

‘Hmm.’ England wore a soft smile, ‘I left you alone with a penknife; either that or you took it without me noticing. You brought that to me and pronounced it as a “hunting weapon.”’

‘Huh.’ America rolled the stick in his palm and laughed, ‘You’re a sentimental bastard, you know that?’

‘Shut up.’ England coloured, ‘You would have been devastated if I threw it away.’

‘Uh huh. And that’s the only reason you kept it.’

‘Yes.’ England clicked his fingers and held out his hand, ‘Now give it here and let’s get on with it, it’ll be dinner soon and we need to order something early unless we want to eat at stupid o’clock tonight because by fuck am I cooking after all this.’

America grinned and settled himself more comfortable on his beam, long legs dangling down, ‘And what are you going to do with this very impressive hunting weapon?’

‘None of your business.’

‘Can I have it?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘Alfred. Stop talking and give it here.’

America peered down once more, imagining the family room further along the warren of hallways of the manor, ‘Can I put it with Deidre downstairs?’

‘Christ- will you leave that bloody statue alone.’

‘I think Uncle Rhys did a very good job with her.’

‘I think Rhys needs therapy.’

‘Aw. Don’t be mean to her, she’s beautiful.’

‘It’s terrible.’

‘She’ll look good with something to hold. Will make that lump of hers on her chest look more like an arm than a third boob.’ America held the odd stick to his chest in imitation, ‘See?’

‘Fine.’ England threw his hands up and shifted backwards as if to prompt America to do the same. ‘Put it with the statue if you want but stop leaning so far over the edge.’

‘Stop being such a fanny fart, I’m holding the beam.’

‘Yes but that could crack.’

America held on with one hand and sat further forwards, grinning as England swatted at his knee, ‘I thought you said the main beams were fine and strong?’

‘With how your great lumpen weight is swinging from it anything coul-‘

England was interrupted by a sharp, distinct crack of old, dry wood. America froze. A fine sprinkling of dust showered down from the roof, settling onto his knees like snow. They watched each other wide eyed, waiting to see what would happen and America trying not to think about the very heavy slate of the roof not that far from his organs. When nothing immediately collapsed he sat up properly, letting go of the beam slowly as if afraid of spooking it. On the other side of the hole, England buried his head in his hands and groaned.

‘Why. Why.’

America laughed nervously and gently patted the beam. ‘I guess I’m buying dinner?’

England didn’t reply.

‘Cool... cool. Nice.’

#aph england #aph america #hws england #hws america #hetalia #hws #aph #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #heroes writes #Only the OGs remember Deidre

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dont-let-me-eat-pears · 2 months

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no tv show ending has ever devastated me as much as merlin’s. and i haven’t watched “the diamond of the day” in years, but i still remember thinking the first time i finished it, back in 2013, that i maybe, with much reluctance and tears, maybe could’ve accepted that ending—

IF! it weren't for that final scene, with old merlin in the present day.

i could’ve comforted myself with the thought that arthur might rise again in just a few years, and even though gwaine still would've died tragically and pointlessly, at least merlin and gwen would get arthur back. but instead! we end on merlin alone, hundreds of years in the future, still waiting for arthur. which means gwen lost arthur forever, after so much angst and such a short time together. (she wouldn't have lost merlin, though. i don’t care what anyone says; there’s no way merlin wouldn’t have returned to camelot for at least her and gaius. plus, he hadn’t found out about gwaine yet.) and whenever arthur does return, it will be to a world where his wife and all his other loved ones, besides merlin, are long dead and gone. and sure, merlin still had people—gaius and gwen and his mother—to live for after arthur's death, but eventually, inevitably he outlived them all. to wait for arthur entailed losing everyone else.

so i can't quite comfort myself with the thought that merlin and arthur will eventually be reunited. because of what gwen lost. because of the losses arthur will awake to. because of the losses merlin has been carrying with him for hundreds of years.

so, no, i can't accept that ending.

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur #gwen #merlin x arthur #arthur x gwen #merlin x gwen #gwaine #gaius #the diamond of the day #5x13 #text: merlin #my text #anyway #i've only watched the finale twice bc it's too painful #so i don’t remember whether immortality was something special that only certain sorcerers could attain #but while i'd like to think gaius would still be around at the end it doesn’t seem super likely #don’t mind me rambling #just feeling sadder about this show than i have in years

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ananxiousgenz · 4 days

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john doe. sweetheart. darling. eldritch light of my life. what, and I cannot emphasize this enough, the fuck have you gotten yourself into???

#don't get me wrong I am overjoyed that you were also desperate to get back to arthur #however I am deeply trouble by the fact that not only have you been lying to arthur about what you remember #but you ALSO made a deal with kayne which is Not Good #ESPECIALLY bc kayne implied arthur needs to die in new york #it clearly does something for kayne's master plan #which I don't like At All #malevolent #malevolent pod #an eldritch being and his wet cat

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ormymarius · 5 months

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do you think Arthur watched the Thor movies and thought of Orm whenever Thor and Loki beefed 😭

#since arthur jokingly called orm loki I can only assume the thor + other mcu movies exist #probably gonna force orm to watch them when they hang out tbh like ‘hey remember when I called you loki’#and while watching them orm is like ‘I’m nothing like that guy 😡’

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kyuyua · 1 year

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Me, wanting to rewatch some of Merlin before it’s gone forever and I have to resort to illegal websites: what’s the gayest episode

The Poisoned Chalice:

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin 1x04 #merlin the poisoned chalice #merlin incorrect quotes #merthur incorrect quotes #technically #there are prob other episodes but this is the only one I can remember #merlin and arthur’s loyalty to each other even this early 👌👌#LAST DAY ON NETFLIX #NOOOOOOO #you don’t understand how much this killed me inside

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leondegranced · 2 years

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No one's to disturb the king, he's very busy

#can't believe they only hugged once on the show and merlin doesn't even remember it #i prescribe these two physical affection #and going out into the woods to escape their duties #merlin #arthur #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #my art

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deadendtracks · 4 months

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"There's also the fact that in their last confrontational scene Arthur attacked Tommy physically when Tommy called him out on things."

Which episode / whenabouts was this? I'm trying to remember when a scene like that would have happened but coming up empty.

in the second episode of season 2, after arthur kills the boy in the boxing ring. when tommy goes to talk to him about it arthur gets angry that Tommy tells him to shut the door [on the war] like Tommy did. Arthur abruptly shoots up from the chair and grabbing him near the neck shoves him against the fireplace pretty violently, then grabs at his face. These aren't gifs so don't quite convey the struggle (Tommy mostly just hangs on and attempts not to escalate things) but Arthur does attack him here.

images courtesy @vertigosuite

#peaky blinders #i think people only remember what tommy says before this #sometimes people look at scenes like this as tommy having provoked arthur's violence by what he said #but like. okay.#if it was the other way around and tommy had flown off the handle and physically attacked arthur you'd never hear the end of it

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eclaire-went-bam · 12 days

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idk if i'll get my thoughts out clearly bcs it's 2 am but

i've seen people talk about the different ways dutch has acted counter to his own beliefs in rdr2, especially as the main story progressed

like, dressing real "smart" (looking more at home in cities), progressively moving camp cliser to the (civilised) east instead of west, getting buddy-buddy or appealing to powerful people who kinda represents what he's supposed to resent, allowing strauss to loan shark desperates (how arthur literally describes it as a legal/"civilised" crime or something like that), enacting revenge

& on that revenge note, i don't think i've seen anyone really talk about colm o'driscoll's hanging outside of that lens. i think it had equally to do with not only showing his morals against vengeance slipping, as it does with visually showing how dutch keeps driving himself & the gang closer & closer to society/law at the very same time as He In Particular becomes more & more lawless

the writers could have chosen numerous different impactful ways to kill colm off, but symbolically speaking, i think there's a reason why they had dutch, sadie, & arthur blend in with saint denis civil society as an upper class citywoman & lawmen while watching colm die. dutch's gang always seemed more as a commune of misfits lead by a robin hood, at least at first, while what we know of colm's gang seems more in line with what we expect from the ugly sides of the old west (like micah). being irresponsible, sleeping around, killing random people, torturing, etc (& if i remember correctly, didn't dutch say they began to drift prior to killing colm's brother bcs of how much their ideals clashed??). So i mean. Dutch, blending in as a lawman, watched a microcosm in one person of the wild west die, at the hands of the law

i don't think this is the writers Literally saying dutch sides with the law now, that clearly isn't the case he Literally just killed himself after going all "our time is over john </22222" he definitely was unable to realise & accept it the way hosea had. but i do think it's a visual portrayal of a very real shift in his priorities/morals/however you wanna put it

yada yada micah also personifying the evils of the old west while also siding with the law whilst also obviously not being a lawful person there's a connection there to the rest if this idk maybe since dutch was already Gone by then he started to do that too to a less conscious or organised extent something something i'm too tired to make a full line of reasoning and i dont even know where i'd put it so like. So like.

#a lotta words i'm saying is from the perspective of the game. such as Civil Society & The East Is Civil & The West Isn't #i know that clearly has interesting eurocentric connotations lmao #rdr2 spoilers #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #colm o'driscoll #micah bell #idk if i should include arthur or sadie bcs they weren't so much in the real analysis #analysis #i actually haven't played/watched this mission in a whilebso i might be misremembering & may be sooo wrong but like #the shower thoughts got me #Vaguely Gestures you guys get it right #i only see this scene talked abt bcs of how much it shows dutch has changed when it comes to vengeance. like when he killed bronte #which is fair. if i remember correctly??? arthur protests seeing the hanging Because they can't waste time burying old hatchets #but i think there's also very visual things happening there unrelated to vengeance perse but still very much related to how much hes shifted #rdr1 spoilers #suicide tw

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