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hydrachea · 2 years
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Yes
YES
The shota is in
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misstycloud · 1 year
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Yandere servant
Yandere!servant who is loyal to you only. Of course he has to listen to others in your family, otherwise he'd lose his job, but your word will always be his priority.
Yandere!servant who is eternally grateful that you took him in as a young orphan boy with no place to go. No one else wanted a filthy boy at their doorstep and turned him away instantly when they saw him standing there and asking for shelter. You were different though. You didn't throw rock at him or call him bad things.
Yandere!servant who can help you with anything. To repay you, he has made sure to be educated in various topics. Don't ask him how he learned all those things. It won't be what you think.
Yandere!servant who is at your beck and call. He’ll do whatever you order him to.
Yandere!servant who hates when you smile to the other servants. Why are you paying attention to them? They’re all useless. Bet they can’t even mop the floor properly while he had the ability to do numerous tasks.
Yandere!servant who wants you to only use him for your needs. He wants to clean your room, give you advice, help with documents and accompany you everywhere.
Yandere!servant who can only dream of being with you. Your relationship would never be accepted by society. A noble and a common street rat; it couldn’t work.
Yandere!servant who personally didn’t care about status, but what he thought didn’t matter to the higher class. Besides, he didn’t know what you’d think of those relationships and wouldn’t wish for you to be uncomfortable.
Yandere!servant whose sole chance of having a future with you is to attain a higher title. He definitely could with his intelligence. Perhaps he could invest in business among other things.
Yandere!servant who has to quit working for you in order to become successful and marry you. Despite the years it would undoubtedly take, he would remain faithful to you and always carry you in his thoughts.
Yandere!servant who will come back outstanding; someone worthy of your hand.
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dommeclaudia · 2 months
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It belongs to me 🔐
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quibbs126 · 5 months
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Apparently Dark Choco’s lore is that he’s canonically directionally challenged
Yeah I’ll take it
They better make this canon in CRK too
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Part 2 of the Merlin saves (tries to kill) Arthur fic
(I suck at naming stuff and I'm not putting more effort into the title than the actual fic.)
(Part 1) (Part 3)
When Merlin woke, fear coursed through him. Arthur, Gwen and Gaius were sat around him and he was pushed too far back into his own mind. He felt himself lunge at Arthur, hands aiming for his neck, all reservations about subtlety gone.
“Kill Arthur Pendragon!” Fomorroh screeched. “Kill!”
Merlin grasped at reality, fighting desperately again but loosing the battle. Something hit the back of his head and he collapsed again.
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When Merlin awoke again, it was to only Gwen and Gaius, a smoke canister under his nose that made wakefulness rush through him alongside relief. The distant mantra of ‘Kill Arthur Pendragon’ still rang through his head but he was fully in control of himself.
“What is that? Arthur's socks?” He grinned, looking at Gwen smile in relief.
She stood and pulled the door open, Arthur was just outside looking anxious with a furrowed brow and red rimmed eyes.
“Arthur,” Merlin breathed, the king looked up.
“Merlin.” He whispered, standing and taking a cautious step closer. He looked to Gaius, “is he..?”
“Not permanently. It’s dormant for now, but that’s will only last a day.” Gaius said. He shivered at the thought of being dragged back under its control.
“Arthur, I’m so sorry,” he pushed himself into a sitting position on the workbench, cleared to act as a table while he was being treated.
“What happened?”
Gaius stepped forward and set a bowl of his favourite berries on the table. Merlin slid into the chair and frowned, trying to remember everything.
“The mercenaries, they were hired by someone I know. I can’t remember what his voice sounded like, but I remember knowing him.” He started, “I had my eyes closed so they’d think I was unconscious, the mercenaries were calling the man who hired them “my lord” too.”
Arthur sat down, “The traitor, do you think you’d recognise the voice?”
“Traitor?” Merlin asked, surprised Arthur was willing to think of such a thing.
“We were talking about it before you attacked me, do you not…”
He pinched his lips into a line and shook his head, “I remember fighting for control and using your voice to remind myself that we’re friends, that I’d never want to harm you, but I don’t remember what you were saying. Then… Fomorroh got way too excited about something, like the poison and the crossbow but I could sabotage it with that. It kept screaming in my head but I don’t know what happened next, the next thing I knew everything went dark.” He couldn’t figure out what happened after that.
“You broke free of the enchantment.” Gwen informed him. “Your eyes were gold, then you were shaking and you told us Morgana was controlling your mind with a Fomorroh and then said we should knock you out.”
“Gold?”
“Don’t think on it too much for now.” Arthur’s said coolly, “what happened after the mercenaries?”
Merlin nodded hesitantly, “I passed out for real, then when Morgana woke me up I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists. She had a sort of… hovel? Like what Dragoon lived in but in the woods. Then she healed me, and knocked me out again. The next time I woke up, she conjured the snake and put it in my neck. Everything disappeared, like I was underwater but with the Fomorroh yelling that I had to-“ he looked down, glancing at Arthur and back to the half empty bowl of fruit on the table.
“To kill me.” Arthur filled in.
Merlin nodded.
“Do you remember anything else?”
He hesitated, thinking about what he could pull from the memories that didn’t feel like his own, “There’s a few things but none of them make any sense.“
Merlin shook his head, brow furrowed in anxious concentration as he tried to force the memories to surface without disturbing Fomorroh.
Arthur sighed, relaxing slightly and dropping his hands onto Merlin’s shoulders, startling him out of his thoughts by kneeling down to meet Merlin’s eyes, “You’re in no trouble, Merlin. You saved my life today, for that I’m in your debt.”
“Does that mean I finally get a day off?”he quipped without thinking.
Arthur huffed, “you can have a free afternoon after all this is sorted out, but we just want to know how to fix whatever Morgana did to you so.”
Merlin swallowed, feeling his cheeks heat. He’d seen Arthur’s charm turned on nobles and members of the court, even Gwen at one point before she and Lancelot married, but seeing it aimed at him was too much. He had no idea how to handle such a thing.
“Take a breath, and just… say whatever comes back to you.” He said, giving Merlin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’re okay.”
Merlin took a breath, as instructed, and thought back to the time he’d been fighting against the snake.
“It would get excited whenever it thought up some plan.” He said, realising he’d said something similar before. “I couldn’t see much of what was going on, I could hear a few words when I got closer with fighting back into control but never anything important. Except for Morgana. I remember… when the knights found me, I didn’t understand why they sounded different than Morgana did. I could hear everything she said even with the snake.”
“You don’t remember what happened when we found you?” Arthur asked with a furrowed brow. The questions helped.
Merlin frowned and tried to focus. “Gwaine called me bog man. He was there, wasn’t he?” He hated how small and uncertain he sounded.
“It was me and Gwaine. Leon and the others had just got back from searching.” Arthur told him.
“You were there?” He asked, knowing Arthur wouldn’t lie but the memories all seemed just out of reach. “Fomorroh kept taunting me, telling me that you’d die believing you’d been betrayed. I managed to get a second of control then…” he frowned for a moment, trying to remember that moment it came back to him. The realisation ached, knowing what he’d missed.
“You hugged me,” he murmured.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I was happy to see you alive.”
“I missed it,” Merlin pouted. “The first time you hug me and I can’t even remember it, I had a second when you were pulling away but then it took over again. It was more careful after that, keeping me away from control.”
Arthur frowned at him, still knelt on the floor. Merlin almost forgot that Gwen and Gaius were there too, evidently it had slipped the kings mind too because he pulled Merlin forward and wrapped his arms around him. Merlin instantly melted under the warmth and safety of it.
His arms came up and held onto Arthur’s shoulders, fingers curling into his tunic and holding on like letting go would kill him.
“You actually hugged me back this time.” Arthur huffed in a whisper, breath landing on Merlin’s ear and their two heartbeats beating against each other’s chests.
“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” Merlin told him, tears brimming in his eyes and voice thick.
Arthur’s grip on him tightened. “You did nothing wrong. You saved my life, and did all you could.”
Merlin didn’t respond, only buried his face into Arthur’s neck, dampening his tunic with the tears that hadn’t fallen and breathing in the warmth.
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice what was going on.” Arthur whispered.
Merlin shook his head, not knowing the words to say. Arthur apologising never even crossed his mind, he’d never thought about Arthur having something to apologise for.
“You’ve nothing to apologise for.” Merlin whispered, teary eyed and trembling. Arthur’s hands ran up and down his back, rubbing circles into his shoulders and holding him close like just staying there would keep Morgana’s terror away.
‘Dear Gods, please let me keep him.’ Merlin prays desperately to any forces or divine powers that still listen to him.
His grip loosens, his arms tighten around Arthur’s shoulders, palms pressing flat against his shoulder blades. Merlin knows, given any chance, he’d hold on forever and he would never let Arthur go.
But then Arthur pulls away and Merlin has to suppress a pained whimper at the loss. Arthur pushes himself up and sits on the bench beside Merlin, they’re pressed together, shoulder to shoulder. Arthur doesn’t move away and neither does Merlin, Gwen and Gaius are kind enough not to mention it.
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Thoughts? There's maybe one or two more parts to come but honestly motivation is a struggle at the moment so please be patient
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abhainnwhump · 1 year
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So we all know the "Whumpee thinks Caretaker is their new master" trope, right? (my favorite version of this is when Caretaker is incredibly insecure and socially awkward and is just like "guys help") Anyways, instead of Caretaker coaxing these behaviors out of Whumpee, they take advantage of it. Caretaker never liked Whumpee before their kidnapping. Too loud, too annoying, too . . . everything. So once they get them back and they've been conditioned to be a perfect silent servant, they thought 'Well, it wouldn't hurt if I gave in for a while'.
Caretaker turned Whumpee into their personal servant and prevents them from healing. They have them do all the house chores, cooking, and cleaning. In exchange, they tell Whumpee 'good job', but most of the time they ignore them. That doesn't matter to Whumpee, it's more kindness then what Whumper gave them.
Whumpee is so used to be treated like a slave they don't question it. It isn't until Caretaker 2 or Whumper comes in does Whumpee realize something is off.
Bonus points if Caretaker was an abusive partner or friend before the whumpening.
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emelinstriker · 7 months
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It was 3:33 am when i finished this and now it's......3:38 am
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GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP- HDDNSHFHDF
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goldetrash · 7 months
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Forgot to post Day 5 (affection) of this year's Genouary ((o( OAO)o))
This is my old Royalty Afterdeath AU if Geno was an OP butler who serves his Prince Reaper (who has fallen in love :3c)
atm I have been calling it Servant of Death, and I fully intended to make a rom-com fanfic for them but never got around it. Though I'm sure i can dig up some old sketches of them if ppl are interested
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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year
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So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true
Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them
But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love
Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship
Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can
That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.
It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.
And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day
Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert
After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that
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greywoe · 10 months
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nooo theon don't listen to the stinky man
bonus:
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theartgremlin · 6 months
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“Come now, baby sister. Aren’t you curious in the least about your role in all this? The Kaminoans had a very special plan for you…”
For this, the month of spooks and frights, have some Imperial Tech on Mt. Tantiss horror. Happy Halloween and sweet dreams >:)
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cryptidlark · 6 months
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behind closed doors
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ph0enix-animations · 9 months
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A piece of fan art for @applebloomer1 in honor of Loyal servant.
Go check it out it’s a very good fix on ao3
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garlicrrow · 7 months
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KAZ!!! and some guy WHO THE HELL IS THAT!!!!!!!!!
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A BBC Merlin fanfic I wrote recently and then promptly forgot about
Merlin saves (tries to kill) Arthur
That one scene in A servant of two masters where Merlin is running at Arthur with the sword but he’s been fighting against the Fomorroh and finally wins.
(Part 2)
Arthur had been getting ready for almost half an hour, he still hadn’t gotten dressed but talking to Merlin about the suspected traitor was helped him to process.
Merlin hated this. The detachment from his own body, the fact that he was fighting for control over himself, that his magic had retreated so far from his reach so the fomorroh wouldn’t be able to use it. He hated that Arthur was grappling with issues he couldn’t help with and while Merlin made sure he failed to properly set a crossbow to kill him, made sure to hide his magic from Morgana and the Fomorroh, it wasn’t enough to fix this. He’d think about Leon later and beg the man to at least question him when he made such obvious threats to Arthur’s life.
His usual threats were much more comedic. Leaving Arthur to dress himself till he died of embarrassment, letting him fend for himself for a day till he starved to death or accidentally poisoned himself with bad cooking, stopping adding holes into his belt till he squeezed himself in half.
Just killing him was never something Merlin would say now he’d become friends with Arthur. Maybe while he was still a pratish prince, but not anymore.
Arthur opened the wardrobe, Merlin panicked for a moment until the crossbow failed. Fomorroh was angry, of course, but it gave him a little longer to break out of its control.
He could hardly focus until distantly, he heard Arthur ask for a sword and Fomorroh preened. Merlin fought harder than he ever had before, calling on his magic to do anything to protect Arthur as he desperately tried to take back control.
It felt like a gasp of momentary fresh air.
“Arthur,” he murmured, pained and weak.
Arthur turned back, but his hold wasn’t enough to keep Fomorroh back. Merlin was lost in his mind again by the time Arthur started to ask: “Merlin? Are you alright?”
“Yes, fine. Fine. Ceremonial sword. Of course.” A distant voice that sounded like his own but distorted and broken echoed through Merlin’s skull.
“Yes…” Arthur looked him over and turned away. Arthur was saying something, Merlin used his voice as an anchor to reality. To remember that Arthur was his friend, his king, his destiny. That he would do anything to keep him safe, “but...can't trust anyone.”
Merlin hated the irony of it in that moment.
His hand was on the hilt of a sword.
Merlin struggled for control again. He’d do anything. He’d rather fall on the sword himself.
He held it up, testing the weight and ability to run a man through.
Merlin desperately fought, pushing his magic forward so he could at least protect Arthur.
“In fact, I think you, Merlin, are the only person I can trust.” Arthur said, his back to Merlin and the sword and all the bitter horrible irony of being the one to literally stab his best friend in the back after so many betrayals.
His body took a step, then another,
The door to Arthur’s chambers opened with a panicked Gwen and Gaius looking at him, horrified at what he was about to do.
Merlin felt a surge of magic finally win out over the dark forces that powered the Fomorroh’s will.
Arthur turned around, seemingly recognising the fear in Gwen and Gaius, and saw Merlin taking rushed steps towards him with a sword raised.
Then Merlin’s eyes flooded with gold as he froze, mid movement, gasping and trembling to hold onto the control he’d fought desperately for. He just needed a moment. It wasn’t going to last but if he could just-
“Merlin!” Arthur stumbled back, shock and confusion and betrayal on his face.
Arthur’s voice gave him a focus point to stay in control.
“Morgana-“ he forced out, focusing solely on Arthur and his best friend and keeping him safe no matter the cost. “Mind control. Fomorroh. Knock me out.” He looked to Arthur with gold in his eyes, seeing fear to match his own looking back at him, “Please.”
Arthur was frozen, but in the corner of his eye Merlin saw Gwen move, then his head snapped to the side with a sharp pain and everything went black.
Hope you enjoyed. Thoughts?? I might rewrite/continue this as a fix-it for the whole episode :)
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crazy-tomato · 1 month
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Some stuff im proud of that i made for the whiteboard on the bad end friends server :D
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