“The neighbours think Aithusa is a very cute cat that loves a cuddle, but also a a very weird one that doesn’t really meow right. If only they knew what it was they were putting their hands on an almost daily basis.”
The quick animation & style study that got way out of hand, grew legs of its own and somehow became this.
Modern AU where kitty!Aithusa isn’t really a cat at all, Arthur is mildly (very) obsessed with mobile games and Merlin should have known better than to bring the crystal to the bedroom dammit
One question and a comment: 1: Where is that Jaime passage about wanting to be Arthur Dayne and becoming the Smiling Knight? I don't remember it anywhere. Would like to go back to it to get it in context. 2: Re: LF's Harry the Heir plan and how it would play out, to me it all smacks of the same stuff Robb's northern reconquest plan was made of: When plans are exposed in detail like that in the text, you can expect they will go horribly wrong.
1. It’s in Jaime VIII ASOS, the chapter set in the White Sword Tower:
And he’d held his own against the Smiling Knight, though it was Ser Arthur who slew him. What a fight that was, and what a foe. The Smiling Knight was a madman, cruelty and chivalry all jumbled up together, but he did not know the meaning of fear. And Dayne, with Dawn in hand…the outlaw’s longsword had so many notches by the end that Ser Arthur had stopped to let him fetch a new one. “It’s that white sword of yours I want,” the robber knight told him as they resumed, though he was bleeding from a dozen wounds by then. “Then you shall have it, ser,” the Sword of the Morning replied, and made an end of it.
The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel. Or was it only that he had been fifteen? They were all in their graves now, the Sword of the Morning and the Smiling Knight, the White Bull and Prince Lewyn, Ser Oswell Whent with his black humor, earnest Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Kingswood Brotherhood, bluff old Sumner Crakehall. And me, that boy I was…when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys’s throat? That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.
As I said on Twitter, this is my favorite ASOS chapter of his. The characterization is really strong and clear across the board, as immediately following the passage above, Jaime bounces off each of his fellow Kingsguard knights in turn. GRRM does a terrific job of contextualizing the Kingslayer within the institution that has bound him for most of his life: our POV compares Loras to his younger self, puts Balon Swann through the same gauntlet he faced, etc. By testing them, he’s testing himself.
2. That’s a fair point! Littlefinger’s definitely headed for a downfall eventually. But the relevant Ghost o’ High Heart prophecy and the need for Sansa to learn about the depths to which he has sunk keep me leaning toward it happening in the North, though as @racefortheironthrone noted, the latter factor could certainly be resolved with a nice chewy villain monologue.
“Hey Mattie, could you help me out with something?”
Matthew put down his fork and eyed his brother cautiously, slowly chewing the last bit of his pancake breakfast. “With what?” he asked carefully.
Alfred’s face flushed. “Weeeell-“
“And don’t lie to me,” Matthew interrupted with as much as a glare as the sweet boy could muster.
Alfred gulped. “W-what? I would never lie to you!”
"I just need some help with this school thing!”
Also a lie.
“And, uh, you see…” he paused before collapsing into the chair next to Matthew, head in his hands. “I’m an idiot.”
Sadly, not a lie.
“Go on,” he prompted, gesturing Alfred to continue.
The other boy sighed heavily, his head still buried in his hands, causing his glasses to slip up under his bangs on his forehead. “So, there is this guy, and I’ve got the stupidest little crush on him, and-“
“Crush? What are you, twelve?”
“It’s the best way to describe it, now shut up.”
Matthew rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, he’s freaking adorable, but like, I can’t bring myself to even talk to him!” He ran a hand through his hair.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Matthew shushed him, holding up a single finger and smirking. “You mean to tell me that there is someone that the great Alfred Jones is intimidated by?” He whistled. “Must be some crush. Who is this guy?”
Alfred bit his lip. “The student council president…”
“Don’t… say it like that!” he whined, pulling at his hair. “I never even knew the dude existed until last month when I had to ask him for an extension on the football fundraiser, and he’s been on my mind ever since!”
Matthew sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “My little Alfie is in love!”
"It’s just a crush!” he insisted, flushing. But Matt just waved him off with a laugh.
“I know, I know,” he chuckled. “What do you need me to do?”
Alfred took a deep breath and started to share his plan.
Arthur unlocked the door to the student council room and haphazardly tossed his bag to the side, collapsing into his chair with a sigh.
Whomever decided that Monday afternoons would be the perfect time for his office hours was a prat and deserved to be hit quite roughly in the face.
He just wanted to go home.
After not too long, his personal pity-party was interrupted by a soft knocking on the office door, and after making sure he at least looked like he had been doing something productive, he cleared his throat and called “Come in.”
A far too familiar and devastatingly handsome face poked through the door.
Oh bloody hell, it was Alfred Jones.
Arthur sat up just a little straighter in his chair, subconsciously brushing his hair away from his face with his hand. “Can I help you, Jones?” he asked as calmly as possible, despite his rapidly beating heart.
There might have been a slight, itty-bitty chance Arthur had a big, fat, utterly stupid crush on Alfred Jones.
“The fundraiser money isn’t due for another week,” Arthur continued, feeling himself flush ever so slightly darker as the gorgeous American football player walked closer.
Alfred’s blue, blue eyes widened.”Wha-? Oh! No! Ha! I, um, didn’t come here about that.”
“I GOT THIS AND THOUGHT YOU SHOULD HAVE IT.”
Arthur blinked owlishly, so taken back by Alfred’s sudden raised voice, he almost missed the item Alfred’s shaky hands extended toward him.
“A Coke?” he asked, obviously confused, as he took the offered beverage into his hands. “I don’t exactly drink the stuff, but- oh.”
There, on the side of the bottle, were the words “Share a Coke with Arthur” written in white against the bold red. One glance at Alfred’s face revealed he, too, was a similar red.
“I-I got it out of the vending machine, and, well, I’ve never gotten one with someone I know’s name on it before, so I, like, figured I might as well give it to you, and… stuff,” Alfred rambled, looking everywhere around the room but at Arthur.
Arthur held the bottle delicately, still a bit too taken back at the moment to do much more than blush lightly and stutter a quick “Well, uh, thank you” with a smile.
Alfred grinned in reply to Arthur’s smile, shooting the student council president an enthusiastic thumbs up. “No prob dude, enjoy!” he chirped, and before Arthur knew it, the boy was gone, practically sprinting down the hall.
Alone once more, he gazed at the bottle in his hands.
Yeah, there was no bloody way he was drinking that Coke. He was saving that thing forever.
Matthew smiled fondly when he saw his brother practically skipping across the school parking lot, a triumphant fist in the air above his head.
“So you gave him the Coke, huh?” he asked as Alfred slid into the driver’s seat, beaming from ear to ear.
“Hells yeah I did!” he practically sang, starting the car and pulling, just a bit too quickly, out of his parking spot. “Totally worth it, dude!”
Matthew scoffed. “I sure hope so. We only spent a small fortune on Coke to find that bottle. We’re gonna be drinking that stuff for months.”
But Alfred was all smiles, his empty wallet and his garage filled to the roof with Coca-Cola be damned.
This is a fic for a fanfiction trade with @kokorocloud that we decided to do I think like two months ago? Anyway here you go I really hope you like it. : )
Summary - Some domestic married fluff with a side of baby AU - Omegaverse, Married Warnings: SFW, Mpreg
Arthur held up another fry to Alfred’s lips, hearing his husband attempt to hum and sing even with food in his mouth. His plan to get Alfred to stop singing Backstreet Boys at the top of his lungs wasn’t working as well as he wanted it too. Even though they’d stopped through a McDonald’s, Alfred’s favorite “five star fast food joint”, the call of the fries and the cheeseburger wasn’t stronger than his desire to serenade their child with what he claimed to be “the best boy band in the world”.
don’t you just love when merlin fans completely erase arthur and gwen’s relationship from the show. i’m all for harmless merthur love but the consistent proclaiming of merlin x arthur as the greatest ship of the show, completely disregarding the canon groundbreaking relationship that is a woc paired with a legendary king (especially when you consider that the genre is fantasy, a notoriously exclusive genre of poc) makes me more than a little uncomfortable. when the same blogs reblogging every manip/ nsfw edit of merlin x arthur to exist simultaneously erase gwen’s existance in the show altogether but especially her importance to arthur, I have to wonder whether merthur fans would think as highly of merlin x arthur if one of them wasn’t white or would care more about arthur x gwen if she was
Pairing: USUK Rating: K Summary: In which Arthur is hit by a snowball and Alfred meets his soulmate.
Day 1: Snow
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Arthur had waited twenty-three bloody years for this moment and god forbid if anything tried to come between him and his soulmate. He strode down the sidewalk, indulging in his leisurely late afternoon walk. His woolen trench coat and scarf were a tad too thin for the brisk winter air, but Arthur wanted to make a good first impression. The slim coat showed off his thin waist and his grey scarf brought out his eyes.