i need more arthur comes back fics

anonymous asked:

Hi:) i just wondered if you knew any nice fics where Uther wants Merlin and Arthur to be together because he knows they are perfect for each other, but they (or at least one of them) do not want to, but end falling for each other because they are just meant to be as we all know:)

Gotta love supportive Uther, here’s a few for you:

For Your Information by reni_days
Merlin sighs. “After your…announcement,” he explains, “your father decided he needed a bit more information. Which is apparently where I come in. I’m sort of like his gay tutor, it’s hard to explain.”

Favorite by astolat
Arthur was tipped back against the wall, his mouth open for breath and staring at the small arrow-slit window over Merlin’s head, trying to work out how it could possibly be that good with Merlin, of all people.

…and grasp the world by Violette_Royale
Uther calls Merlin to demand that Merlin marries Uther’s son Arthur, whose virginity he claims that Merlin has taken. That’s only the beginning of a series of strange events.

It Takes a Long Time to Understand Nothing by Alura
Uther Pendragon is not a stupid man, nor an uninformed one. The prophecy of the Once and Future King and Emrys, of Arthur and Merlin, is not unknown to him.

The Quality of Mercy by Nyxelestia
Uther starts to notice a few things about Arthur and his manservant. Which remind him a bit too much of a Queen and Sorceress from his own past for his comfort. (The Merthur in this is somewhat a background to Uther’s own past, but it is a lovely supportive!Uther fic nonetheless). 

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February 20th, 2014

AUTHOR: maplerosekisses

February 20th, 2014

Alfred woke up to an otherwise empty bed, and he could see Arthur’s alarm clock telling him it was almost four in the morning. He pressed his fingers against closed eyes with a soft groan. He was supposed to get up at six-thirty, but Arthur wasn’t in bed and the bathroom light was still off, so he should probably find out why.

He slipped out of bed and padded down the stairs. The flickering blue light of the TV reflecting off the walls was visible just a few seconds before he was close enough to hear… music?

Oh.

He stepped up to the back of the couch and slipped his hands down Arthur’s chest, arms wrapped loosely around him, and leaned over to set his chin on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Arthur smiled softly and reached up to cover one of Alfred’s hands with his own, leaning his head against Alfred’s.

“The jet lag’s taking a little longer to wear off this time, it seems. And I was almost asleep when Francis called – he didn’t realize we’d already left.” He turned to kiss Alfred’s cheek. “And after that I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“So you decided to watch this?” Alfred asked, moving around the couch to sit beside him and tugging him back against his chest.

“It seemed appropriate.”  Alfred held him a little tighter. “Have I mentioned that it’s really unfair you have to work tomorrow?”

“A few times,” Alfred replied. “Boss apologized but there’s not a better time for this meeting, and I’ll be off in time to take you to dinner, and then I have the rest of the week and the whole weekend off.” He leaned down to put his lips to Arthur’s ear. “Remember that little B&B I took you to a few years ago?” Arthur didn’t answer, but his smile as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back on Alfred’s shoulder said enough.

After a few more minutes of silence – aside from the music coming from the television – Alfred said, “You know, I think Mattie still has this on his computer. We could get him to add to it.”

Arthur turned his head to smile softly as the picture on the screen changed to the two of them kissing in Alfred’s snow-blanketed back yard, sometime in the early 50s. The same one that had been sitting in a frame on their dresser ever since Matthew had developed it.

“We should do that.”

Alfred held him a little closer and nuzzled against the soft fabric on his shoulder. “Come on, I have a few more hours before I need to get up. Let’s go back to bed.”

Arthur sighed and started to stand, but before he could Alfred caught his left hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, feeling the smooth metal of Arthur’s wedding ring under his lips.

“Happy anniversary, Arthur.”

All the beautiful, meaningful meta is just making me sad.

It is well-written, and well-reasoned, and it just makes me enjoy this formerly-beloved show even less right now.

After Series 1 and Series 2, I loved (and marveled at) the amazing insights and theories put out there by the fans. I enjoyed wondering which ideas were truly at work in the minds of the creators, and I enjoyed the notion that fans could come up with alternate possibilities for the compelling characters and show.

Back then, I felt that the stories broadcast for us could stand alone and function quite well even without awesome meta from astute viewers. Perhaps I expected less from BBCSherlock back then, at least in comparison to other TV series.

Maybe I had faith that the really important loose ends and missing pieces would be taken care of, eventually, by the showrunners and the show’s writers.

After reading all of the great meta and speculation surrounding TGG (during the first hiatus), I was totally let down by the ringtone solution to the pool scene, and by Sherlock reverting to the oblivious, self-centered prick he was before he and John nearly gave their lives for each other.

Let us not speak of how The Woman was handled.

Baskerville raised my hopes a bit, and Reichenbach restored my faith in all things BBC Sherlock. The emotion, the cleverness, the layers of meaning all inspired me to devour meta and fics and theories in anticipation of Series Three.

Then Series Three began… And there were more questions than answers, it seemed.

Set us up for an ingenious explanation, hint at clues we all missed, and then….not really explain it? Not explain where Sherlock was or what he was doing or why he was suddenly exonerated in the courts and the press? Give us the raw emotions and self-sacrifice of the last moments before Sherlock’s fall, and then we are suddenly back to the oblivious, self-centered prick who doesn’t even intellectually understand that John would be so very angry and hurt?

Let us not speak of how The Train Car Scene was handled.

Since then, I have seen amazing meta and theorizing and even fics related to the new episodes. Now, though, it feels like the FANS are the only ones doing the serious thinking and feeling and explaining and giving-a-crap about he most important aspects of the show.

BBCSherlock doesn’t feel ambiguous or mysterious to me anymore; it feels incomplete, disjointed, confused. “Here, we made some stuff, and some of it is awesome, but it doesn’t all fit together or all make sense… Ah, nevermind, YOU crazy lot will sort that out, won’t you? Now, how many viewers (and pounds) did we rake in?”

Maybe Gatiss and Moffat and the rest are playing one hell of a long game, and all will be wonderfully, cleverly made clear in Series Four, or Six, or Ten.

Maybe they expect us to be like John Watson and let our addiction to Sherlock pull us along, no matter how unsatisfying the relationship becomes.

Maybe they expect us to be like John Watson and look past the confusing or even insulting bits and see the fantastic Sherlock underneath it all.

Maybe it will be a relief for some of us not to care quite as much or be quite as excited for the next installment of this particular AU fanfic based on the works of Arthur Conan Doyle.

I still love blogging about all three Series of BBCSherlock, but I imagine I will focus on visual stuff more than deep thoughts for Series Three. It hurts too much to see the wonderful ideas that could have been fully developed onscreen.

I will certainly tune in to see what is happening with that universe, when it does come back to TV.

In the meantime, I will feed my need for Sherlock and John and Mycroft and friends through fanfics written by individuals other than Messrs. Moffat and Gatiss. Those gentlemen can do what they please with their own fic, obviously.

But there are so many other lovely fics out there, too.