i just love arthur's face okay

(Another “Arthur Returns” headcanon! I had this scene running through my head while getting some projects done and thought it couldn’t hurt to do a quick sketch… but then a fic also happened. Sorry for not keeping my priorities straight, like geez… but I hope this misuse of time is enjoyed!)

He’s just in shock, Merlin told himself as he watched the water rise. He’ll be fine, I just need to give him more time… Time. There’d been far too much of it. Too much waiting and hoping and hurting. Now, Merlin couldn’t help but wonder if being absent from this world for all these centuries might’ve had some grievous effect on Arthur. He always imagined that if Arthur returned (when he returned) he’d be the same as he was before. Was that so foolish? Wishful thinking, perhaps… because the man Merlin found on the shores of Avalon was a far cry from the King he’d known and adored…

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No Second Chances - Part Three

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1454

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader, slight Arthur Ketch x ???

Warnings: Angst, brief smut mention, blood mention, injury 

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Merlin x Reader: Surprise


I don’t own the image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy! 

“Well lookie here, boys,” You moved into a defensive stance as the bandit leered at you.  “Looks like we found ourselves a little forest nymph.”  His lackeys cackled.  “What’s your name, gorgeous?”  He took a step closer.  You responded by stepping back.  He raised an eyebrow.  “Not telling, eh?” His eyes scanned your form before landing on your collarbone.  His eyes widened and you mentally cursed yourself as you tugged your cloak forward so it covered you completely.  “A druid mark?”  The look on your face said it all.  A sickening grin spread across his face.  “Little far from home, aren’t you, missy?”  One of his followers stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.  The leader’s eyebrows widened and he looked at you again.  “Well considering you’re here, it looks like you haven’t heard.”  You face remained stony.  “Camelot’s offering a reward for any druids brought to court.  The news made your blood boil.  Your people were scared to leave their dwellings for this exact reason, and you had finally had enough.  “So like it or not, you’re coming with us.”  He reached towards you menacingly.  Reacting quickly, you grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and kicked him.  He hit the ground with a loud thud.

“Sorry, but that’s not going to happen,” You said as you flicked some hair out of your eyes.  The bandit stood up and brushed the dirt of his tunic angrily. 

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, missy.”  He seethed as he took out a pair of daggers the same time as his posse revealed all of theirs.  You took your staff from here it was strapped to your back, never taking your eyes off the men.  The air was silent.  Nothing moved.  Then the first man lunged towards you with a loud cry.  You threw your staff up, deflecting his weapons and throwing him off balance.  He staggered back, his face burning.  His face twisted into an angry mask and he whirled to face his men.  “Well don’t just stand there!”  He jabbed a finger in your direction.  “Get her!”  The men turned to you with similar snarls on their faces.  You hefted your staff and braced yourself.

“Stop!”  Someone shouted.  Everyone froze and looked around for the owner of the voice.

“Up there!”  One of the bandits pointed up. You followed his finger and saw a legion of Camelot’s knights watching you.  “No one move!” They turned their mounts and rode to the mouth of the valley.  The men all looked at each other before taking off.  They were long gone before the knights made it to your position.

“You!”  The one you recognized and King Arthur demanded.  “Where did they go?”  You jabbed a finger in the direction they had fled.  Arthur waved his hand and five knights rode past you in that direction.  You avoided looking at Mordred, slightly saddened that he would forsake his roots.  Arthur dismounted and walked over to you.  “What is your name, and what are you doing so close to our borders.”

“Your Highness, you wound me!  I was under the impression I was expected.”  Seeing that he didn’t understand, you shrugged off your cloak, revealing your tattoo.  You dipped into a curtsey.  “Queen Y/N of the Forest Druids.”  He still had a dumbfounded look on his face.  “I was coming to meet with the King and discuss our people.”  Arthur raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve made arrangements for such a meeting.”

“Oh,” You laughed.  “Not you.” He gave you an odd look.  “I meant the Druid King.”

“There’s a Druid King?”  You turned to look at Merlin, who had remained silent during the exchange.

“You never told him?” Merlin shrugged as he tried to come up with a response.

“Tell me…what?”  Arthur turned to Merlin. 

“Yes, Merlin, what are you going to tell him?”  You played innocent and he glared at you.

“You’re cold, N/N.”  You gave him an innocent look.

“Well, out with it, Merlin!”

“Y/N’s my wife.”  He blurted out suddenly.  Your eyes widened.  Well that was…blunt.

“I’m sorry, what?!” Arthur looked between the two of you.  “You…You’re married?!”

“Yes.”  You said simply.  “And if I’m the Druid Queen, that that makes him…”  You helped him along.

“The Druid King.”   He went silent for a moment, before taking a step towards Merlin and giving him a smart rap on the head.  “Why didn’t you tell me, Merlin?!  Don’t you think that’s something you should’ve told me!”  Before you could intervene, the knights returned.  The one with long black hair swung down with a grin on his face. 

“We got them; Mordred’s taking them to the cells.” He told Arthur before turning to you.  “You’re safe now.”  You looked at Merlin, who just shrugged again.  “May I ask the lovely lady’s name?”

“Okay.”  You told him.  He blanked for a few moments. 

“…What’s your name?”  He asked awkwardly after a few moments. 

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N.  I’m Gwaine.”  He said as he produced a flower out of nowhere and handed it to you with a flourish.  You stepped back and held your hands out. 

“No thank you.”

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy.”  He persuaded.

“If I show you why I’m saying no, you’ll feel like an ass.  Would you like to know why I’m saying no?”  Gwaine thought for a moment with a confident grin on his face. 

“Sure,” You cocked an eyebrow in response to his smirk. 

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  Without waiting for a response, you walked over to Merlin, grabbed him by the kerchief around his neck, and pulled his mouth to yours.  He stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist.  When you pulled back and looked at your audience, their eyes were wide and their jaws were slack.  “This is my husband.”  You said simply.  Gwaine’s face flared up and he awkwardly dropped the flower he was holding.  The knights burst out laughing.  Arthur cleared his throat and the commotion settled.

“Well considering the sun will set in,” He looked up. “Three quarters of an hour, it would be remiss of me if I didn’t offer you and your…your husband,” He gave Merlin another weird look.  “A place to stay for the night. 

“That’s very kind of you, Your Majesty.  Thank you.”  You curtseyed.  You mounted Merlin’s horse behind him, and he turned his horse as you followed the convoy back to Camelot.

“You got me in trouble, you know.”  He said after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh don’t worry, you actually have rank now.  Use it.”  He laughed.

“Somehow I don’t think that will make a difference.”

Well, we’ll find out when we get there, won’t we?”  He removed one hand from the reins and lowered it to cover where your hands were clasped around his waist.

“Yes we will.”

Thanks to the two anons that requested this one!

anonymous asked:

May I have either Pirate England, France or 2pFrance pillaging a village or some shit and keeping a girl for themselves because love at first sight or something? Thank you!! I really like your blog, and I hope this is okay ^0^

Arthur was on a quest. On a quest to have his love with him. He had just met her today, but his heart had already been stolen by her. Her beautiful smile. Her kind eyes. She was perfect and he needed her as his Queen.

Together they would rule all of the sea. They would be unstoppable. He let his men rampage through the village. He wouldn’t stop until he found her. He had a frown on his face and he was already so close to losing his temper.

He wanted her. He needed her. NOW! Not later. NOW! He continued looking around the town. Everybody were screaming. Houses were on fire. Panic and fear were in the air. He just randomly looked to his right and his eyes widened with happiness when he saw her crying.

Oh she truly was beautiful. He walked closer to her. The young girl was in to much panic to notice. He put his hands on her shoulders, making her scream. He whispered into her ear.

“Found you, love~”

Faces of Hetalia

Hurr durr, I´ve just picked out a ton of faces for a bunch of hetalians for a roleplay, which basically is just me ignorantly as broken pencil googling my way forward so please feel free to let me know who anyone is or so!

I actually really love making head canons and these kinda things, so if you like it or have any suggestions, let me know okay? c: Enjoy!


Natalia Arlovskaya (vvv Cara Delevingne)

Elizaveta Hedervary (vvv unknown model)



Matthew Williams (vvv actor from a tv show that I cannot find again, dammit-)


Abel Maes (vvv unknown model/s?)


Sadik Anan (vvv Alexis Papas)


Arthur Kirkland (vvv Chase Crawford)

Ludwig Beilschmidt (vvv model who´s name got lost)

Mathias Køhler (vvv Justin Hartley)

Toris Laurinaitis (vvv Ben Barnes)


Mei Wang (vvv unknown)


Eduard Von Bock (vvv Nicholas Hoult)

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i sometimes like to look at this scene as a sort of au!magic reveal. like that arthur knew - that arthur always knew, and merlin knew that arthur knew but neither of them ever voiced it. it never was brought up between them because if they brought it up it meant that arthur would then have to do something about it, something that he didnt want to do like banish merlin or worse see him dead. so this whole time arthur knew and they never brought it up, but then suddenly ghost!uther does, and they’re forced to face it for this single moment of merlin looking at arthur wondering what he’s going to do, if he’s going to say anything but instead arthur just looks at merlin and they have one of those silent conversations that they always seem to have and arthur is saying “its okay, merlin it’s okay i know. it doesnt matter” and merlin is flooded with relief and love for this stupid man so he can only say “thank you thankyouthankyou” in return

I just want to state one thing here. 

I know men friendship, I see it everyday. I have dude friends, my two brothers have friends, CLOSE friends. And while neither of them have held one while he was dying, I’m pretty sure that none of them would have hold their face close like Merlin did, OR for the love of fucking GOD, GENTLY PUT THEIR HAND ON TOP OF THE OTHER’S AND DELICATELY RUBBING IT LIKE FREAKING ARTHUR DOES TO MERLIN. This is almost romantic, this is sweet and loving, and tender, it’s no friendship here. Arthur is dying okay, but he’s still aware of what he’s doing. He asks Merlin to hold him and he touch his hand so softly, this is so beautifully romantic and loving that it hurts even more than the freaking scene itself.

Well I just wanted to say it. This needed to come out. :)

Imagine Merlin (BBC) accidentally drank a love potion and now the potion chooses one of the servants for Merlin to fawn over, but the thing is you really hated that servant ever since and the only cure to it is true love’s kiss… which is you. -Anon 

PJ: I feel like I could’ve done better, idk, tell me what you guys think 

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Hormonal

Summary: (USUK) He had been warned, but Arthur had never quite expected what pregnancy would do to him.  

Warnings: traditional omegaverse ; mpreg ; kinda nsfw but not really 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Blue!! >u< I wrote this for the very wonderful, talented, and cutie @bluekujira I hope it’s the best birthday for you and that you have lots of fun and eat lots of good food. Ahh thank you for being such a good friend and fangirling the usuk aus, you once asked me to write this so I hope you will like it. /o/ 

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usuk writing 10/13

hi! back with some original writing! turns out brainstorming scenarios for usuk fanfiction is a lot harder when you’re not stuck in boring classes all day. so today i decided to write a little fic inspired by an idea that my beta @churchcats and i have been obsessed with for literal years. i hope you guys like the concept as much as we do!


The county high school always played it safe. With the supervision of the administration, the PTA, the school board, and plenty of other advisors, the school usually spent money on things like hiring teachers, buying sports equipment, upkeep of facilities, and the occasional splurge for the theater department. It had a good reputation and, obviously, didn’t wish to lose it. 

So it came as a surprise when the school invested in two-person desks over the summer. They were regular chairs with a built in desk, typical of high schools, but they were taller so that a slightly lower, smaller seat could be attached to the side. The smaller seat was also movable. The desks were meant to allow Alpha-Omega couples to sit together comfortably, but they mostly perpetuated negative stereotypes against Omegas. With the implication that Omegas were less important in the classroom setting being so obvious, that is.

As an Omega, Arthur was furious. As a mated Omega, he was secretly… less furious.

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anonymous asked:

How would the F.A.C.E family react to their s/o being a Potterhead? (Harry Potter super-fan)

Alfred (America)- He’s never read the books, but he’s seen all the movies and he really enjoyed those. Although he wouldn’t get super excited when his s/o talked about HP, he’d still understand most of what they were saying, so he would be happy to listen to them talk about it. He’s definitely more into it nowadays since all the Ilvermorny stuff has been coming out recently. 

Matthew (Canada)- He’s not really into HP that much, so chances are if his s/o started talking about it he really wouldn’t get most of what they were saying. That being said, he wouldn’t really mind though, because he’d just be happy to see his s/o being passionate about something they enjoy. He might secretly do some research into the series to see if he could randomly impress his s/o one day by suddenly gaining a bunch of knowledge about the franchise. 

Arthur (England)- Arthur is probably one of the biggest HP fans ever, so if his s/o was super into it too he’d adore them even more. Sometimes if he’d randomly see merchandise of the series while he was out he’d totally buy it and give it to his s/o later as a present. He’d also be more than happy to discuss parts of the books/movies, as well as what the upcoming movie might be like as well. 

Francis (France)- He’s never really understood all the hype that comes with HP, so he never really tried to get into the series. If his s/o super into it he wouldn’t really understand why at first. But with enough coaxing they’d be able to get him to start reading the series, and he’d end up loving it and completely turning his opinion around. He’d wouldn’t be as into it as Arthur, but it’d be pretty close. He’d be super grateful his s/o got him into the series, and would geek out with them over all the new HP stuff coming out. 

M e r l i n c a s t f e s t : KMG week
Day 24: Random Fact (Katie the slasher)

Episode 1.10, audio commentary with Bradley, Colin and Angel:

Katie: “It’s so beautiful! Look at this moment, there’s such a moment between the two of you!”
- - -
On screen Arthur: “Merlin!”
Katie: “I love you.”
Colin: “Come on, you’re just fueling stuff here for websites.”
Katie: “[laughs] Okay I’ll stop!”

Episode 2.12, audio commentary with Colin and Jeremy Webb:

Katie: “Awww… I’m gonna get in trouble if I do stuff like that, aren’t I?” 
Jeremy: “Like what?” 
Katie: “Just like ’aww look, he’s looking after you, caring about you‘” 

Episode 5.13, audio commentary with Julian Murphy:

Katie: "But you can’t deny that Merlin and Arthur do love each other, you know? On whatever love way you want to think that, there is no denying".
- - -
Julian: "I should say that, Katie - before we wrote this episode - insisted that it ended with a kiss between Arthur and Merlin".
Katie: "[…] Okay! My ending, which you didn’t use, which I thought would have been amazing, is: Arthur, mortally wounded on the battlefield. Merlin comes up and cradles him in his arms. Merlin, to Arthur ‘I have magic’. Arthur, takes Merlin’s face in his hands - ‘I know. I think I’ve always known’".
- - - 
Katie: I think he’s just giving him a drink there.
Julian: They did actually just spend the whole episode on this journey, it’s quite-
Katie: ‘Feeding’ each other.
Julian: -quite simple. Yeah I don’t- the ‘feeding’ thing, I think, is in your mind, Katie.
- - - 
Julian: I think that’s read in by them (fans), isn’t it?
Katie: I think it’s entirely what it seems on screen. I don’t think you put anything else in there.

Montecarlo Film Festival 2011 :

About Merthur:
'What do I make of it? I think it’s genius. I think they’ve seeded enough bromance into the first three seasons for them to, you know - how could people not be questioning it? […] Go for it!“

San Diego Comic Con 2012

Reacting to the Arthur/Merlin cosplay kiss during the panel:
Katie: "THIS is why my job is bloody brilliant. and the kiss was GREAT!”
Cosplay!Arthur: “Oh Katie, we know you, we know you ship it”
Katie: “[laughing] and I’m not even subtle about it, am I?”

Firsts UsUk

Alfred had slept in really late today, which was a bit unusual even for him, and realized that Arthur wasn’t in his arms which made him grumble at the lack of warmth. The clock on his bedside table flashed 3:27PM so he immediately jumped out of his bed and stretched trying to wake himself up. Today was the day, he had to get Arthur to go out with him tonight, Alfred felt that if it didn’t happen tonight it may never will.

Grabbing some clean clothes which consisted of a white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, Alfred went and jumped in the shower, quickly washing his body. He stepped out drying himself off and put his slacks on, leaving the shirt off and draping the towel around his shoulders. Going downstairs Alfred found his boyfriend sitting on the couch with his nose buried in a book. He sat down next to him, wrapping his damp arm around the smaller mans shoulders and pulled him close. “Yo Artie, whatcha reading?” He asked curiously.

Arthur breathed deeply and closed his book placing it on the coffee table in from it him and glared at Alfred. “Its none of your business Alfred,” he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen.

Alfred shrank back a bit at his lovers sharp tone and followed close behind him, wrapping his arms around the others waist and pulling him close. Ignoring him, Arthur began to make his tea in silence in his normal grumpy mood and asked, “What would you like for dinner?”

“Well, I thought we could go out tonight Artie,” he said as he kissed Arthur’s neck. “We haven’t gone on a date in a long time.”

A small smile appeared on Arthur’s face, he was right, he and Alfred hadn’t gone on a date in a long time and he really missed going out with him. “And where might we go?”

Smiling in victory knowing he won Arthur over Alfred pulled the Englishman closer and said happily, “I’ve already made a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant.” Arthur spun around in Alfred’s arms and looked up at him with wide, excited eyes. With a shrug of his shoulders Alfred said, “Its at five o'clock if you want to go.”

Arthur froze for a moment trying to hide his excitement and with a huff he mumbled, “Well, its not like I’m busy anyways.” After he pulled himself away from Alfred’s grasp he went upstairs for his own shower and a change of clothes.

Alfred turned the water on the stove off knowing Arthur wasn’t going to be using it and went to the living room to wait for him. Realizing that he was dry enough Alfred slipped his shirt on and sat down on the couch to wait.

Due to his excitement Arthur’s shower was incredibly short, and he also realized that he had forgotten his clothes. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom that he rarely sleeps in it anymore. Arthur grabbed his own slacks, dress shirt and put them on as well as as a vest. Slipping on his pair of oxford shoes he made his way downstairs and found Alfred nodding off on the couch. He walked over to the sleeping american and played with the tips of his wet hair and smiled at the innocent face of his lover.

“Mmm,” Alfred lightly groaned as he began to wake up, and Arthur quickly pulls his hand away from the others hair, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Artie, are you ready to go?” The groggy american asked.

“Yes but are you, all you ever do is sleep lately,” he muttered as he crossed his arms across his chest and pouted angrily.

“Sorry Arthur,” Alfred said as he stood up, kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand leading him towards the door. If someone couldn’t see Arthur’s red face before, they could definitely see it now. His face was covered with a dark blush as he tried to hide it from the younger man.

Alfred could see that the Englishman was embarrassed but choose to ignored it. He had much more pressing matters to think about. Grabbing his keys Alfred made sure to turn the lights off and held the door open for Arthur before locking it behind them.

Walking over to his white Mustang Alfred opened the door for his boyfriend, and watched as he slid in and before he could close the door he heard Arthur mumble, “Well isn’t he being a gentleman.” He jogged over to the drivers side and slid into his own seat and started the car. The drive to the restaurant wasn’t very long and they both talked about insignificant things due to Alfred not wanting to be rude and playing his radio like he normally would.

After the short drive they pulled into the Italian restaurant and Alfred threw the car into park and turned it off, but before he could get out and open Arthur’s door the man had done it himself. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves Alfred took a quick look at his bomber jacket that was in the backseat of his car, just looking at it made him even more nervous just from knowing what was inside.

Alfred got out of the car and the cool, fall afternoon air hit him hard. He quickly grabbed Arthur’s hand and made a mad dash for the restaurant’s front door and pulled the both of them in. The hostess found Alfred’s name in their reservation book and led them to a booth, gave them two menus then took off with their drink orders.

Having chossen what he wanted Alfred placed his menu down and just stared at Arthur, and after a moment he finally looked up at the American and had a light blush on his face and a curious look.

Alfred could see that Arthur was beginning to feel awkward so he had to ask him something and decided on work. “So Artie,” Alfred asked with his usual bright smile. “Hows work and Francis treating you?” But before he could get his answer the waitress had come back and asked them if they were ready to order, which Arthur finally was. She looked at Arthur first and he ordered the fettuccine Alfredo. The waitress then turned to Alfred and asked “And for you, sir?”

“Lasagna please ma'am,” he said and with that she had taken their menus and left.

Arthur smiled softly as he looked at his fingers. “Works doing fine, I love it of course. And Francis hasn’t been causing me trouble ever since I told him I’ve gotten a boyfriend and that he should buzz off. The conversation wasn’t that clean though,” he admitted with a small smirk on his face.

“Well the conversation never tends to be clean when you are around him, you tend to argue every time I see you two together,” Alfred said with his own smirk. He liked to tease Arthur, even if it bites him in the ass later.

“Nope. It doesn’t,” he said and he looked at Alfred into his bright eyes. “Why are you smirking?” He asked almost annoyed.

Alfred just leaned back into the booth and grabbed his glass taking a sip, ignoring Arthur’s question and continuing to stare at him with a smirk on his face and playfulness in his eyes. Arthur was starting to get annoyed by that damn smirk. “What are you smirking at?” He asked again, his anger slowly beginning to rise and his blush reappearing.

Alfred’s smirk changed into a loving smile as he grabbed Arthur’s hand from across the table. “Artie, I l-” he was cut off as the waitress reappeared with their food.

“One lasagna,” the waitress said as she placed the plate of lasagna in front of Alfred, “and one fettuccine Alfredo,” She placed the plate in front of Arthur. “Enjoy your meal,” she said with a smile and left.

Alfred took his hand back from Arthur’s and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He tried to fight back his own blush that began to creep onto his face, he almost started it early. He had to wait. Once the waitress left Arthur looked back up at Alfred. “You were saying?” He asked as he picked up his fork and poked his food nervously.

“Oh, well I was just gonna say I love ya a dude!” Alfred tried to say as enthusiastic as he possibly could. Something was way off with Alfred and Arthur could easily tell. “I love you too,” he said. “It everything okay?”

“Of course,” He murmured as he took a bite of his lasagna. He had to admit it was pretty good, not as good as Felicianos though. And to his dismay he ate his meal quickly thanks to his black hole of a stomach. They both ate in silence and the entire time and Arthur had a bed feeling in his stomach. What was wrong with Alfred? But he knew he was going to find out whatever it was, he just knew it.

Alfred placed his silverware onto the plate and pushed it towards the end of the table and looked back at Arthur and watched him eat his meal. He could feel his stomach doing flips from his nerves.

Arthur stared back at Alfred as he ate his meal. This was awkward. But if he studied Alfred’s features he could probably figure out what was wrong, but he wasn’t sure if the American was nervous or scared. Why would Alfred be scared, he’s not supposed to be afraid of anything, other than scary movies.

Alfred could see the worried look on Arthur’s face and gave him a reassuring smile. “Calm down Artie, everything’s alright. I promise.” He said and held his hands up defensively. Arthur narrowed his eyes as he finished his meal. He set his plate on top of Alfred’s and stared into his eyes. “I don’t believe you,” he said simply.

“Are ya saying that you don’t trust me Artie?” Alfred asked with a pout trying to pull his best puppy dog face.

“No. I’m saying that you’re hiding something and I wanna know what it is,” he said trying his best to ignore his boyfriends pouting face.

“Well I’m not saying. You’re gonna have to let me have my fun,” he said as he propped his arm on the table and rested his chin on the back of his hand. “Sorry Artie.”

Arthur glared at the american. “Will I know by tonight?” He asked. He was patient but only for a limited amount of time, especially with Alfred.

“Of course, maybe, who knows,” Alfred said with a shrug and chuckle. Seeing that Arthur was done with the meal he waved the waitress over and handed her a hundred dollar bill. “And keep the rest.” He said, not caring for the money back.

Alfred stood up and stretched his arms and back from sitting so long. He then looked over to Arthur and held his hand out waiting for him. Arthur took his hand and got up and stretched his arms and entwined his fingers with Alfred’s. “Ready to go?” He asked as a he looked at the floor trying his best to hide his embarrassed blush.

“Of course,” Alfred whispered as he led Arthur outside into the cool night air towards his car. He opened the passenger door for Arthur and watched him slide in. Closing the door he walked over to the drivers side and got in. He started the car and instead of heading home he went in the opposite direction.

Arthur noticed that they weren’t going back home. “Where are we going?” Arthur asked, just a tad bit worried.

“Its a surprise,” Alfred said with a excited smile plastered across his face.

Arthur could tell that Alfred’s smile was fake, but he let it be as he waited with suspense eating at him as to where they were going.

After driving a short ways Alfred found the dirt road he was looking for and turned down in. “Do you recognize anything yet Artie? This is the lake where we had our first date.” He said as he pulled up in front of the lake and put the car into park.

Arthur nodded. He remembered this day like it was yesterday. It was perfect. Their first date was awkward but wonderful in its own strange way. “What are we doing here?” He asked.

“Thought we could relive some old memories,” Alfred said as he turned the car off and grabbed his bomber jacket from the back seat as he got out. Thankfully it was a full moon so he could see as he walked over to Arthur’s door and opened it again for him.

Arthur got out of the car as memories of his first date with Alfred flooded him. Their first kiss. The awkwardness of it since it was their first. The beauty of the moon and the lake as they gave each other many of their firsts to each other in this place.

Closing the door behind Arthur, Alfred draped his jacket over Arthur’s shoulders protecting him from the cold weather. He grabbed his lovers hand and led him over to a bench in front of the waters edge and sat him down.

Alfred pulled Arthur away from him and looked into his emerald eyes in silence. He knew he could do this. He stood up off of the bench and got down on one knee in front of his lover and looked up at him with a soft smile on his face as he pulled a small black box from his bomber jacket pocket.

Arthur was shocked, his eyes going wide as his face became flushed. Is this why Alfred was acting weirdly? Is this what he thinks this is?

“Artie, now I’m not the most romantic person in the world. So I’m probably gonna make a fool of myself. But what I do know is that I love you, with every fiber of my being. And I know that I want to live the rest of my life with you. So, what I’m asking is, is will you marry me Artie?” Alfred asked shakily as he looked up at the Englishmen.

Arthur couldn’t stop the tears that came to the brink of his eyes. He got up off the bench, dropped to his knees and hugged Alfred. All he could muster to say or rather whisper was one simple word into Alfred’s ear. “Yes.”

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(I actually have a fic that continues this but the first chapter alone is good enough lol)

Merlin: Merlin/Reader

Request: Merlin and Reader like each other and Gwen convinces Arthur to try and help get them together. (Like I said, if you want more details, I will gladly give them…but you sounded like you were okay with it as is for now, so… Just, if you change your mind, let me know :) )

Can I have a fluffy merlin oneshot where merlin asks Arthur to help him ask the reader out and they plan a really cute date and everything goes wrong but the reader still loves it?

(Hope you like it!)

Author: Queen of Geeks

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Weaving his way around the crowds was Merlin. He kept running errands for Arthur and it was easy to tell that he was getting flustered. I sighed and turned to face Gwen. I had helped her dress after bringing breakfast up. Now, she was sitting at the table eat.

“Is there anything else, Your Majesty?” I asked.

“That will be all (Y/N). I think merlin could do with your help.” She smiled and I could feel my face going red with blood.

“Yes ma’am. Please let me know if there is anything I can do.” I gave her a small curtsey before leaving her room.

Making my way down to the courtyard, I grabbed a helmet that fallen out of Merlin’s arms. I watched as he struggled with the rest of the armour. I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Now, shouldn’t Arthur wear a helmet with the rest of his armour?” I asked catching Merlin’s attention. He whirled around and caused some of the armour to fall out of his arms.

“Do you need a basket?” I questioned.

“Yes! Please!” He let his shoulders sag. With a smile, I quickly ran to get a basket for Merlin. When I returned, I helped Merlin place the armour into the basket. A lock of my hair fell in front of my face. Before I could brush it away, Merlin did it for me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“T-thanks.” I stuttered.

“I should be thanking you.” Merlin said standing. I stood.

“Where’s Arthur?” I asked.

“Gwen wanted to talk to him.”

“Ah. So, do you have anything else you need help with? Maybe some things I can help you with?”

“Yes, there are some things. Doesn’t Gwen need you?”

“She’ll let me know.” I shrugged my shoulders. Merlin siled and took one handle of the basket and I took the other.

“(Y/N), I have a question.” Merlin began. “Are you doing anything later?”

“I don’t think I am. Why?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Maybe we can spend-”

“Merlin! I told you to bring the armour an hour ago!” Arthur yelled. I glanced at the dark haired boy.

“It was ten minutes ago.” Merlin defended himself.

“I don’t care.”

“You’re being awfully harsh, You’re Highness.” I pointed out to Arthur. He stopped and looked at me and Merlin.

“I need the armour. And (Y/N), Gwen is looking for you.” Arthur told me. I sighed.

“I will see you later.” I told Merlin. He bid me goodbye before leaving as I did.

Tending to Gwen was interesting. Mainly because everything that she had me do was in her room. Sewing clothes, cleaning random stains, organising things for her. Occasionally Merlin would come in to do things for Arthur so we would talk. And flirt. It was only a little bit like giving each other compliments to one another. Just stuff that made each other blush.

“(Y/N), are you busy?” Merlin asked me at the end of the day. I sighed and shook my head wearily. “I know you’re tired, but I hope this is worth it.” Merlin held his hand out and I took it without arguing. Following him out of the palace into a courtyard, I stopped when I saw a table with candles and food.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Well, Gwen persuaded Arthur to give me the night off. And she persuaded the kitchens to make us dinner. If that’s okay.” He looked at me worried.

“It’s perfect!” I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back. Looking at him, I realised we were close enough for our noses to brush against each other’s. I smiled and kissed Merlin. He smiled against my lips and his arms tightened around my waist. This was perfect.

Merthur meta (sort of)

I feel like, in the end, the creators came out with Merlin and Arthur being in love in a way that was like, “Yeah, they’re in love, but we’re not gonna shove it in people’s faces.” 

When Julian Murphy said, “well he’s dying, the man he loves is dying, so he’s holding him,” why would Katie go, “you maybe just confirmed what a lot of people thought”? Confirmed what? That Arthur loved Merlin? If she meant it in a platonic way, basically everyone already knew that. There didn’t need to be any “confirming”!!!!

Okay then, what about romantic love? Now if you think of it that way, suddenly the conversation makes a lot more sense. This is why I firmly believe Julian and Katie were talking about romantic love in that commentary, and why Merthur truly is canon, regardless of whether anyone thinks they “queerbaited” us or not.

That also explains why the BBC did this:

“There’s much to recommend about this… but it’s the droll, sweet love story between Merlin and Arthur that compels…”

Like literally, why would they call it a love story in the summary?!?! Can you just imagine if someone didn’t know anything about “Merlin” and they saw this at the store? They’d automatically assume it was a canon gay pairing (I know I would!) Again, this feels like the creators coming out and saying, “Yup guys, they’re in love, but we’re gonna be subtle about this.” Literally, anyone could’ve picked up that boxed set and then would assume that Merlin and Arthur were gay. But did the BBC care? Nope, because they’ve already told us Merlin and Arthur were in love. There’s no more denying it. They didn’t deny it. 

Who cares if in the end Merthur didn’t get a kiss, or declared their undying love for each other outright? It’s basically been confirmed (indirectly and subtly but confirmed nonetheless) that Merlin and Arthur would have worked out their love for each other in their next life. Having been told that they were, in fact, in love, could we actually expect any less? We all know they’ll meet again, and Merlin would have had a thousand freaking years to process exactly how he felt about Arthur. The creators gave that to us as a last parting gift, so I think we should embrace it. It’s the last thing we’ll ever get from them, and it’s huge. The only question now is, which one of the modern day fanfics actually happened to them? ;)  

In conclusion: MERTHUR IS FUCKING CANON, BITCHES! 

May 2nd, 2014

ARTIST: iamtsundere

AUTHOR: iamtsundere

May 2nd, 2014

From a window, a student with green eyes watched two girls laugh as they entered the school building. He looked like any other student, except for a little detail, you could almost see through him. His name was Arthur.

This school was a really good one. Almost every student the city have had assisted there. Rumors and legends about ghosts weren’t a surprise and adults did not mind them, or at least tried to not.

Arthur was one the school’s ghosts, but he was different. Ghosts usually did scary things to scare the living humans; Arthur hated scaring people like that, but he loved spending time in the library reading. Arthur spent 3 years “alone”, trying to make humans bring him tea at the library when he couldn’t find the librarian’s tea, hiding things or just messing things up for the fun of it. That was quite… lame.

But one day, another ghost appeared.

Looking at the clock you could see why the school was empty, except for clubs and sport activities. Arthur was looking at the pavement from the window and saw a boy trying to cross to the other side. He looked to both sides before crossing and then started to walk. Unfortunately a car at high speed appeared out of nowhere and… It was so sudden he even felt sad for the poor boy.

The next morning, Arthur was going to annoy some students, when he saw the boy from yesterday standing in the middle of the hallway.

“So he’s here” he thought. Maybe the boy will do normal ghost things, or he will be one of those tortured souls that seeks help from the humans. But he turned out to be the same as Arthur, he didn’t want to scare people, he followed Arthur everywhere. His name was Alfred.

“Hey Arthur wait” or “Artie so you were the tea ghost” and “We should be friends” Were things you always heard the American say when he tried to talk to the Brit.

Eventually they became friends and did boring stuff with their current “abilities” Alfred sometimes sneaked a soda or two to the library, so he could drink while Arthur drank tea. Consequently, Arthur always scolded Alfred for drinking “that thing” in such a sacred place as the library.

Arthur was kind of hard to approach sometimes, but they understood each other. Alfred understood when Arthur did not want to be bothered when he was reading, so he silently watched him while pretending he was doing something else, and Arthur understood when Alfred saw his brother in school, so he always tried to cheer him up.

Months passed and it was obvious that feelings where growing between the two, how typical.

Apart from the normal ghost things they could do, they could also influence humans. Almost every ghost did one bad thing once in a while because “It was fuuuuuuun”. Arthur thought that was a waste of time while Alfred found it interesting. He thought he could help people with that, just like superheroes with their powers. So one day he decided to be a “hero”.

“Hey Arthur”

“Yes Alfred??”

“Do you… um, you see I… no” Alfred was clearly bothered by something, he was blushing and had his eyes fixated on the floor

“Don’t worry just say it”

“Okay… but don’t think it’s stupid.” Alfred stopped for a second “ I want to help someone to confess to their loved one”

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows “Eh? Wait” and he shook his head “It is none of my business if you don’t want to say it.” But Alfred didn’t stop.

“Because!!… this guy has liked this person for so long, but he just needs a little push to say it. Will you please pleeeeease help me practice”

Arthur stayed quiet, it wasn’t anger nor happiness. Here he was going to help his love interest say some words that he would use to help someone, but those would probably be the words he always longed for, but would never get. Alfred was nervous and his eyed screamed “PLEASE” so he couldn’t say no.

“Okay.. Let’s just end this. What do you want me to do?”

Alfred smiled and grabbed the Brit’s hand “Just hear and watch” Arthur couldn’t understand how fast Alfred could go from nervous and fidgeting to calm and confident. 

“I’ve always loved you. Even if you seem hard to approach, you’re a wonderful person”

Alfred was quiet for a moment and that bothered Arthur. “What if he decides it’s weird to practice it with me? That would sure be very awkward” but just when he thought Alfred was going to stop, he continued.

“The way you change your expressions while you read, and that way of closing the book when you finish, like it was the best one you ever read” Alfred stopped. He tried to think of less embarrassing things to say, he had to be short and sweet “The way you always show your feeling through your eyes and the things you like. I couldn’t help it and I fell for you”

Arthur was, by now, far too gone in Alfred’s words. He didn’t notice when their faces got closer, but he was thankful for it. Seeing Alfred’s eyes from such a close view. Arthur thought they had that twinkle someone in love had. He felt so happy yet so sad because those words weren’t meant to him, but he couldn’t help to think that maybe Alfred was really talking to him, and not just practicing.

“… That was perfect, there’s no way you’ll fail.” Arthur patted Alfred’s back with a smile “So go and help him, I bet she feels the same. Tell me how it goe-”

Alfred laughed “Arthur, I didn’t said I finished”

“Okay then” The air filled with anticipation.

"So please” Alfred smiled and grabbed Arthur’s hands “Go out with me Arthur”

Arthur gasped, he didn’t break eye contact, and instinctively inched closer. He noticed how close they were and tried to move when Alfred did the same, closing the distance between them.

“You’re truly a git, Alfred”

Alfred didn’t complain. It was obvious he was too nervous to try to deny that and say something. “..So, is it a yes or a no?”

Arthur smiled and kissed him again.

“Of course it is a yes”

And the two laughed.

anonymous asked:

okay so I feel dumb for asking but, I just watched SKIP (and loved it) but why does Mesi check Arthur's teeth?! It's hilarious but I don't know why!

you know what anon I am actually super happy you asked because that was a completely spur-of-the-moment thing I did during the animation stage- it wasn’t planned! I didn’t board it! I just had ‘Mesi inspects Arthur’s face’ as the motive and it just kind of happened when I was doing it! I mean heck there are reasons; you can take it as a gag with the expression ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’, and being a space explorer one of the first things to find out about a new species is whether or not it’s carnivorous so she was probably mostly checking for canines.

but yeah this is what I mean about my characters being the boss of themselves, I just sort of discover them and have to go along with what they’re going to do! On a sidenote if I can get it into the feature I figured it’d be cute if she did that on first meeting him, and then later (when he’s smacked into a wall or something) she does it again but this time it’s to check if they’re all still there .u.

maybe she’s a dentist in another life or has a teeth fetish or something idk I’m not here for explanations \o/

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Arthur: “Alfred, I’m sorry.”

Alfred: “…”

Arthur: “You have always respected and trusted me with many things, including details of your life you have made a point about not making public. You considered me a true friend and I recklessly betrayed that. I hope that in time you will pardon me for these transgressions and for my shameless attempts to buy your forgiveness. I…do not want to continue my days without you beside me as the partner and friend you have always been.”

Alfred: “…” *smiles and before Arthur can look up, wraps his arms around Arthur and holds him in a tight embrace* “Thank you, Arthur. The sincerity is all I wanted.”

Arthur: *tearing up and burying face in Al’s chest totally not letting him see him cry* “You…forgive me?”

Alfred: "Absolutely.“ *smiles wider and nuzzles Arthur’s hair* "Even when you do things that drive me nuts or upset me, it never changes that I am forever better with you then without you. I love ya, Art, and that isn’t changing either.”


Arthur: “O-oh! The dragon alteration magic wore off.”

Alfred: “Are you okay?”

Arthur: “Ah, y-yes…yes, I am. I suppose I’ll just miss being a dragon…I was rather enjoying it.”

Alfred: "Hehe, oh Art.“ *kisses* "I enjoy you in any form…this one just happens to make cuddling and sex easier, so I’m happy to have this version of you back~"