the one of arthur's a bit off

face family boyfriend headcanons

❀ i’ll probably do abt three bullet points per character, but if i ever get a request for one character’s boyfriend/girlfriend headcanons, i’d do abt five ❀


♡ allies ♡

America / Alfred F. Jones

‣ He loves to surprise his significant other with date nights every once in a while, but they may only consist of staying in and binge watching old 90′s movies.

‣ He loves to sing in the car and will expect his significant other to join him in a duet every once in a while. He also enjoys holding hands with his s/o while driving, which could be a bit dangerous because he’ll only have one hand on the wheel.

‣ He likes to show off his relationship on social media every once in a while, so his s/o should expect many selfies of the two of them being posted to Instagram and Twitter. If his s/o is uncomfortable, however, he’ll keep the selfies to a minimum.

England / Arthur Kirkland

‣ A romantic date to him would be going to a quaint coffee shop and reading a book with his significant other or just going on a quiet stroll throughout the park.

‣ He loves to give his s/o kisses on their hands and arms. If they’re just sitting down on the couch, relaxing, he may grab their hand out of the blue and leave kisses on their wrist and knuckles.

‣ He may leave notes for his s/o, reminding them how much he adores them and how he treasures them.

France / Francis Bonnefoy

‣ Francis, being the romantic type that he is, would take his significant other out on dates at least once a week. These dates would consist of moonlit picnics, balcony dinners, or going dancing.

‣ He would love to cook for his s/o, especially if they let him cook let breakfast in the morning.

‣ He’d bring up thoughts about the future frequently with them. He would inquire about whether or not they would want to be married or have children or move in with him. He wouldn’t be asking because planned on asking them to marry him anytime soon (unless he thought they were both ready to take that next step) but because he is genuinely curious.

Canada / Matthew Williams

‣ Matthew would take his significant other ice skating or to a hockey game if they liked the sport. Those are the kinds of dates he thinks are best for him to connect with his s/o and get to have fun with them. However, he will probably let them decide the dates most of the time since he wants them to have a good time with him.

‣ He’s the type to send his s/o sweet good morning messages and the type to constantly ask them how they’re doing. He’d send them lovely messages, telling them that he was wishing them well throughout the day and that he hoped the stayed safe.

‣ He loves being affectionate with his s/o, though he is very shy about it. Even if they’re just chilling on the couch, he’ll cautiously place his arm around their shoulders and softly play with their hair.

Teasing and Surprises

Summary: Teasing your fiancé, Mick, has always been fun. Only this time it was even better considering you had some great news to tell him. Who knew someone ‘tough’ as him could get so soft. 
Requested by two Anons

Words: 731

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy Reveal, nothing else I believe.

A/N: I admit, this is kinda out of character. But it’s been one of the requests so I don’t care.


You and Mick were both watching Ketch fighting some Rugarus in the training area. He was using some new weapons as well as some new combat techniques he had learned from some of the American hunters.

The progress you had made in America was astonishing and even though you knew neither Mick nor Arthur would admit it, they thought so too.

The past month you had been feeling… a little bit off. But when you found out what the reason to it was, you were more than happy. Well, shocked at first since you never expected it to happen but you knew when Mick found out, he would feel just as happy.

But before you told him… you decided to tease him a little.

“I really admire Ketch, he’s so strong… and nice… and he can take on everyone. I’m sure if he was taken he would do everything to protect his girl. A true hero,” you smiled, trying your best not to laugh when you noticed the sad glance Mick gave you.

“I see…” he said before leaving without saying anything else.

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I’d Give All The Stars To You If I Could

Fandom: Merlin

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Plot: many-fandoms192: Could you do a Merlin x reader where both Merlin and reader have the day off and they just spend their day talking about their romance and maybe Merlin gives her a suprise date while doing so. please?

Warning: None, a bit short

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait up!”

I turned around and saw Merlin running towards me. Just as he reached me he fell into track and start to walk with me.

“Guess what I just did!”

“Set fire to Arthur’s room?”

“No, that’s still on the pending list though.”

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anonymous asked:

I really enjoy your MSA headcanons! I hope it's okay to ask a question. How did Lewis and Vivi meet?

Aw thanks! I’m glad you like them ^^

As for your question, I always thought it was Arthur that introduced them. Arthur being the linchpin of the group is one of my jams. I love @huppupbup‘s headcanon of Internet Friend Vivi, so for me, Arthur met her on some forum around eighth grade or so. They really hit it off and talked for about four years before finally deciding to meet up and hang out for a day. 

Lewis was at first against the idea. Everyone knew the horror stories of meeting someone irl that they knew online and was worried it would happen to Arthur too. Arthur kept telling Lewis not to worry, they went back and forth for a bit, before Lance finally cut in and just said for Lewis to go with him in case anything goes wrong. Arthur remarks that he doesn’t need a babysitter, and Lance’s response is just “Then you shouldn’t have become best friends with one.” (again, thank you hup, I love that so much)

So the next day when the two of them finally meet Vivi face-to-face, Lewis is stricken with her like immediately. She was so cheerful and energetic and cute and beautiful- oh he fell for her hard so quickly. He’d dated a few gals in high school but they were nothing compared to Vivi (no offense to them of course). It helped that she had really fun stories to tell while they were at lunch, and had a magical talking dog.

When she told Arthur and Lewis that she had found a place that was seemingly haunted around Tempo and wanted to go there, Lewis remarked that it could be dangerous on her own. Vivi laughs, saying she wouldn’t be alone, she has Mystery! But she does ask the two of them if they want to tag along; she won’t make them go if they don’t want to. Arthur shrugs, says it could be fun and he’s honestly always wanted to check out the place Vivi was talking about, and of course Lewis wants to come to.

And that’s how the Mystery Skulls were born :D (in my headcanon anyway)

ladyprydian  asked:

Arthur/Eames: They're at a laundromat quickly doing a few loads of clothes before they're off to another job. Arthur is tossing load one into the dryer and when he comes back he sees that Eames is being chatted up. Arthur sticks a little bit closer to Eames after that. Later Eames teases him about his jealousy and it ends up smutty. XD

Mwahahaha

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Sometimes, dreamshare wasn’t all shoot out’s, hopping on private jets and having expensive meals. Sometimes, it was waiting in between jobs, not being able to go back home because there would be no point and not working.

Arthur hated that time. Hotels were nice and all, but after a while, Arthur got tired of paying for every little thing he needed. Not that he didn’t have the money, that wasn’t the point, it was the principal of the thing. So now and then, he and Eames leased a small little apartment for the time being and lived there until it was time to move.

This time, Arthur sighed heavily as he realized there was no washer and dryer at their place and they were running low on clothes. Arthur didn’t want to wear his fine suits all the time and he was running out of clean underwear. They had to travel light so there was no purpose in buying new clothes and now they had to go to a laundromat. Arthur huffed, hating doing the laundry, especially in public, but Eames didn’t seem to mind either way.

The loaded up four baskets worth of stuff, one piling over with towels and they went. Luckily, they the laundromat wasn’t too far, just a block away and across the street was a Starbucks so it really could have been worse. They came in and began the sorting process and loaded up some washers, adding the detergent needed, then hung out for a bit. Eames wore his usual sweatpants and sneakers along with his tanktop and baseball cap. Arthur wore his jeans and his well worn out college shirt and old Converse sneakers. He felt very comfortable and he liked how Eames looked at him when he wore jeans but Eames didn’t look bad himself. While they waited, Eames got them some cold lattes from across the street and when he got back, they began the drying process. Arthur loaded a basket and gave it to Eames and then he leaned down to get another one ready.

When he stood back up, basket full of wet clothes ready, he saw some college girl was chatting Eames up. She looked like she was in the middle of doing her own laundry, black leggings, Ugg boots and a baggy, off the shoulder shirt, her hair tied up in a sloppy bun. She giggled and her body language spoke loud and clear, wanting Eames. When Arthur got close enough, he heard a bit of what she was saying. It was innocent, just thanking Eames for an extra dryer sheet, she just ran out but it annoyed Arthur to no end.

He got Eames’ attention, seeing he wasn’t at all interested of course and he was just being polite. Eames smiled at Arthur though, taking the full basket and giving him the empty one as he saw Arthur eyeing the girl. Eames looked at him and asked,

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

Arthur waved it off and went back to the wash.

Long after the girl left, just as they finished up, folding everything, Eames figured out what had bothered Arthur. He teased him, nudging him for his jealousy, feeling flattered.

“Aw, Arthur love, did you think I was interested in the twelve year old who needed a dryer sheet?”

“No, of course not.”

“Yes you did.”

“No, I didn’t like her talking to you is all.”

“Why did you think she’d hit on me?”

“She was hitting on you. Why would she need a dryer sheet when her last load was already drying?”

Eames chuckled and smiled.

“You know I only have eyes for you.”

Arthur regretted ever admitting that yes, he had been jealous. Now Eames would be insufferable. He felt another nudge and Arthur finished up the last pile as he said,

“Come on, let’s go home.”

Eames nodded and helped pick up the last basket and followed Arthur out the door. They went home and ask they left the baskets on the floor, Eames came up behind Arthur, putting his arms around him and kissing his neck. Arthur gasped a little and asked,

“What are you doing?”

“What does it feel like?”

“I just…mmm…”

Eames grinned and started to pull off Arthur’s clothes, kissing him the whole time. When Arthur smiled, kissing back, helping Eames out of his own clothes, he said,

“So you only have eyes for me?”

“Yeah…I’m about to prove it too.”

Arthur could only grin as Eames pulled him onto the air mattress they were using as a bed.

Arthur Returns Headcanon

When Arthur returns, Merlin keeps accidentally using modern phrases and Arthur DOESN’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL.

Arthur: What are these girls doing here? Isn’t this a man’s job?
Merlin: Don’t be sexist.
Arthur: What the Hell does that even mean.

And, I mean, cursing has changed quite a bit.

Arthur: What’d you even do all this time? Twiddle your thumbs and miss me?
Merlin: Fuck off, Arthur.
Arthur: I have no clue what you just said to me but I think it was rude.

Merlin taking advantage of it to gently ease the blow of all the millennium stuff.

Merlin: So, er, blokes can get hitched now.
Arthur: That sounds painful.

Arthur totally misinterpreting slang.

Merlin: Poor lad, can’t hold a bit of liquor. One bottle and he’s all cocked up!
Arthur: I really didn’t need to know that.
Merlin: I swear it’s not what it sounds like.

arthur-tristan-kingsmen  asked:

Arthur kicks down the door with a chocolate cake in one hand, bottle of liqueur tucked in the crook of his arm. He has a present wrapped in blue paper with a ridiculously large bow on it in the other arm. "Happy Birthday, old woman!" His dimples are showing with a glint in his eye.

…ignoring the old woman comment, Vivi’s eyes lit up with wonder. She immediately took the chocolate cake and bottle aside to lift Arthur off the ground, even spinning him around a bit.

“You’re sticking around with me today Artie. I have a bottle of mint liqueur from yesterday in the kitchen with our names written on it!”

So Lews three deadbeats

I was thinking that maybe these beats personalities have been influenced by Lewis memories a bit.
The one one the right is most influenced by Lewis himself. Sweet :3 turns angry as he sets off to get arthur.
The o0o beat is most influenced by memories of Vivi. Excited and curious.
the little beat in the back is most influenced by memories of Arthur. Nervous and a bit reserved. Hanging in the background.

12 Days of Christmas: Day Six- George Weasley

Aaah I’m sorry it’s so late I’ll do the same thing I did before and post another one up today.

No warnings, really, besides a Christmas at Grimmauld Place with George. How you as a character managed to pull off being here after what happened to Arthur I have no idea, but it happened and here you are. You’re welcome. XD


“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” you said cheerfully, taking the box she wrapped with tender loving care in your hands. You were a bit surprised that the Weasley twins had invited you to spend Christmas with them; after all, you hadn’t really gotten to know them much until last year, and even then you didn’t think you were good enough friends for them to invite you to spend Christmas with their family. You supposed they were just being polite and making sure you had a place to stay. After all, your parents were going to Sicily for Christmas, which meant that if you weren’t here you would have been spending Christmas alone at Hogwarts.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, “I’m so glad we finally got to meet you. The boy’s have been talking nonstop about you, especially Ge–”

“Alright, Mum, she doesn’t need to feel any more uncomfortable than what she probably is,” Fred said, sneaking behind his mother and walking away with a package in his hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Weasley said, “I do hope you’re feeling comfortable here.”

“I am, and thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.”

“It’s not a problem,” Arthur said, “Any friend of our children is a friend to us.”

To be honest you did feel kind of awkward. It wasn’t that the Weasley’s weren’t being hospitable, they really were. But you could tell that this dimly lit house wasn’t meant to be open to outsiders, and that Mr. Weasley being covered in bandages wasn’t the way that the twins wanted to introduce you to him.

You glanced across the table at George, who when you caught his eye looked from your gift to your to your gift again, silently suggesting that you open it.

You carefully unwrap the paper, making it so that it could be reused for later, and revealing a small clothes box. You could feel the Weasley’s watching you intently as you opened the box and pulled out a scarf in your favorite color and your initials knitted in yellow at the bottom.

“I would have made you a sweater but I didn’t know your size,” Mrs. Weasley said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, running your fingers over the letter, “It’s beautiful, and really thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

“It was George that told us what colors you like,” Molly added. You glanced over and noticed George glance away, his face turning a bright shade of red.

You were kind of thankful that the conversation turned to Harry as the moments progressed. It was soon after you all made a toast to Harry for saving Arthur’s life, which you still weren’t entirely sure how he could have done it, everyone got up and started doing your own thing.

You felt a presence sit on your side and turned to see George, his cheeks and ears still faintly red.

“So have you had enough of the Weasley clan yet or are you actually enjoying yourself?” George muttered in your ear. You felt your heart skip a beat; despite not knowing the Weasley twins up until last year, you have felt stirrings, and then feelings, for the tallest of the two.

“I’m having fun, honestly. It beats spending Christmas at Hogwarts without my two favorite people.”

George smiled, “Well, I hope you’re not entirely gifted out, ‘cause I got something for you.”

“Oh really?” you asked, grinning from ear to ear. He wrapped his hand around your wrist. The two of you stood up and left the dining room, walking up the stairs and headed to where the boys had been sleeping the past few days. When the two of you entered the room he let go of your hand and began rummaging through his empty chest.

“It’s got to be in here somewhe–oh, here it is,” he mumbled, pulling out a small box and handing it to you.

You undid the ribbon and open the box, shifting through the tissue paper until you found what you assumed you were looking for.

“I know it’s not much,” he said sheepishly as you held up a rather nice quill, “I picked it up at Scrivenshaft’s the last time we were in Hogsmeade. I know how much you like to write. There should be a bottle of ink in there, too.”

“George it’s beautiful,” you answer, setting it down on the bed to wrap him in a hug, “I love it so much.”

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured before adding, “Seriously, if you mention it Fred won’t let me hear the end of it.”

“Your secret of actually being a giant softie is safe with me,” you mused, pressing a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, George. And merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he said softly as you left the room. You were trying to cover your own blushing face when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You turned, only to see George’s face inches from yours.

“You missed,” he teased.

You smiled, placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. You tried to push the butterflies down, but they kept fluttering about even after you pulled away.

“Better?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly.

“Much.”

ofmanyworlds  asked:

“Love me, please.” - for arthur

3 LITTLE WORDS… || starter pack

Arthur was already on his way out the door when he heard the plea leaving Eames’ lips – breathy and more than just a little desperate.

How long had they been doing this? It felt like ages, if Arthur was honest with himself, and it always ended the same way – with a bit of shame as he picked his pride up off the floor, dressed himself and headed out to catch a plane that would put continents between them.

His stomach felt unusual, his heart hammered in his ears and he found it hard to hear anything but the sound of his pulse, his blood rushing through his veins, his own stupid breathing.

One hand on the doorknob to the hotel, he felt himself falter. He’d always prided himself in being a man who was composed, logistic, put together – so opposite to the man behind him who was begging Arthur to love him. What should he do? What should he say? He watched his fingers tremble, his brain attempting to make them do what his heart knew he couldn’t.

Finally, he let his arm drop to his side and he turned around to face the older man. “I already do, you idiot.”

Chapter 14/?

(Longer chapter today.)

Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too.
AU: Omegaverse AU, Cowboy AU
Warnings: No warnings for this chapter.

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go to sleep, mr. eames

I was just drifting off and thinking about Inception, as one does, and a thought occurred to me that I don’t think I’ve ever had before, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone bring up, which is blowing my mind a bit because, woah, it seems suddenly like a super-obvious mode of speculation about the film? Maybe?

So the famous moment Arthur & Eames are on the hotel level & they’re bantering just before Eames goes under, and everyone is always pointing to that scene as evidence (lol this ship) for A/E, because it’s so weird that Eames is the only one Arthur helps with his Somnacin injection?

Idk why this never occurred to me before this, but it’s not weird if you consider that Arthur is the dreamer, right, and Eames is the dreamer on his level? It makes absolutely no sense that PASIVs and Somnacin even work in a dream state, but if we go with that premise, then it makes sense that Arthur as the dreamer would have to essentially dream-create the compounds and the way the PASIV functions, right?

So maybe the reason he has to help Eames is that he has to essentially dream-create the effects of the compound on each of the sleepers, and since Eames is the dreamer on his level, Arthur has to make sure to inject the Somnacin directly himself, so that Eames gets whatever special juice allows him to create the dream on his own level?

I have no idea if that’s legit, because who the hell knows how subconscious dream-Somnacin works, but I just thought I’d throw it out there as a possible explanation for why that scene plays out the way it does!

Closed Omegaverse RP

Arthur Kirkland shifted anxiously, the necklaces and bracelets adorning him jingling with even the slightest shift of his weight. The handsome Omega was dressed to the nines in the finest robes his tribe could make, and ornamented with every sparkling jewel they had. He was the son of his clan’s chieftan, but since he wasn’t an Alpha and had no claim to inherit power, he was being married off to a neighboring tribe. To put it lightly, the Omega was very, very nervous. The Alpha he was promised to was rumored to be one hell of a man, tall, strong, and more dominant than most. Arthur was worried their personalities would clash, since the Omega himself had a bit of a rebellious streak in him. Fate or not, he wasn’t ready to just roll over and spread his legs for some brute of a chief he’d never met. As the entrance to his tent opened and Arthur was walked out to meet his future mate for the first time, he swallowed and held his head high. He wanted to impress the man, but he wouldn’t sacrifice his pride for it. Either the Alpha would love him as he was, or he’d learn to put Arthur in his place.

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a house is not a home

a/n: based on the theory that the underworld is like a cursed S1 storybrooke and killian doesn’t remember emma ///// i am not ok

Ao3 / FF

To say Hell is not what she expected is a bit of an understatement.

She supposes after nearly three years of Camelot, Neverland, Oz, and the whole freaking bippity boppity Enchanted Forest, Emma Swan should be used to this. 

But no—every damn time they traipse off into a new land it always throws her for a loop. Finding out that Peter Pan is a suppressed sociopath, wondering if Rumplestiltskin planned an elaborate curse in lieu of shopping for moisturizer, realizing King Arthur is the biggest dillhole to cross her path since her bailbonds days—

Just once, she would like one thing to go at least marginally according to plan. 

But as the smoke clears and as she takes her first tentative step off the ferryman’s barge, all she can do is curse because of fucking course

She’s already established with herself that she should’ve known better, but Hell—or the Underworld, sorry—was one of those places she’d been a bit more confident in. It’s not like she was expecting the valley of the shadow of death to literally be, say, Death Valley, but she did have some idea of what it might be like. 

Underground, for one thing. 

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APH Italy/Felciano:

-he would always try to be around them, cracking jokes and things like that

-he would make them smile a lot, commenting on that a lot and just complimenting them in general

-when he finally asked them out, he would be a bit subtle or want to do it in private so that if he got rejected, at least not everyone would know about it

APH Romano/Lovino:

-he would become a gentleman whenever they were around, opening doors, leading them through crowded spaces etc.

-he would always make sure that they knew somewhat that he was interested, not confirming nor disputing it if they asked

-he would ask them out with a bouquet of flowers and card, placing it in their hands rather bashfully

APH England/Arthur:

-he would always get a bit flustered when he was around them, trying to play if off but how do you hide a blush?
-he would always find an excuse to talk to them, even if it was one that didn’t make too much sense
-he would ask them out to a nice little cafe, telling them exactly how he feels and for how long he’s felt that way 

The real mystery of MSA is what was the bullshit cover story for what happened in the cave. Like what accounts for Lewis falling off a cliff and Arthur’s mauled arm (and doctors would be able to tell it was caused by an animal so saying it was a cave in or something wouldn’t work)
Like I just imagine then saying it was a bear attack or something but its like “so a bear ran in pushed Lewis off a cliff, bit Arthur’s arm off, then left without a trace”
Like suddenly bear. And the bear just wanted one arm, just a little snacky.

You can blame this MSA/Transformers crossover on Manchasma’s ficlet here. So. Go yell at her I AM INNOCENT.

A Little Lost Too

WAKE ME UP, before you gogo—“

“Gyahh!!”

The silence of the garage at such an early morning was broken by two things. One, a loud burst of music from the stereo of an old, rusted Camaro. Two, Arthur’s less than manly shriek as he was pulled from sleep and fell off his work bench at such a loud volume. He landed hard right on the cement and twisted to glare at the car sitting behind him. The radio abruptly died and the car sat there innocently.

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