im-better-than-alfred:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

One last glance back to the ship was all it took to bring a faint smile to his face. “Well, it’s been a honour, gentleman.” He adjusted his hat and sighed softly, pulling Amelia even closer. “I have no regrets about leaving, but one.” Glancing over to Em, his smile quickly faded. “I regret having to leave you in this wench’s filthy hands. I simply couldn’t choose one of you to captain my vessel. It wouldn’t be fair for a man to have to choose among his loyal crew. Vote amongst yourselves while at see and mutiny if need be. Maybe we’ll meet again some day.” He tipped his hat to them before walking off the ship and stepping onto the dock, giving one last wave as he did so.

All of their belongings were on the dock, and Arthur stepped off. Now it was her turn. She looked back at the men. They looked so sad… She didn’t step off with him. Instead, she hurried over to each one of them, kissing each one of them on the cheek. After each kiss, she fixed their vests and jackets, patting each one of their chests. Her back ached, but she felt it was needed. She did this in front of them with Arthur all the time. It was finally their turn. She looked over all of them, smiling. “Thank you very much for having me here these past months. I think you all are wonderful men, loyal to not only your captain but to each other.” She wiped a small tear from her eye, “I wish you all the best in your future. Please, even though she is a wench and deserves to be thrown off the ship,” She glared at Em, who was looking at her nails, “Please give Em the same respect and loyalty you gave to Arthur. Don’t cause any trouble. I’m bound to find out somehow.” She wiped her eyes again, more tears coming out. “I’m going to miss this place very much. Please stay safe and I wish the best for all of you.” She turned around, waving to them weakly as she made her way off the ship.

The slightest frown came to his face as Arthur watched Amelia giving her sentimental goodbye to the crew. She really had grown to care for them, the same care he had shown them years before. As the family he’d lost as a child. Although, the sentimental goodbye was starting to get under his skin. The same treatment he was given, the soft kisses on the cheek and fixing of clothes, was now bestowed upon his crew. Rather, Em’s crew. Quickly running a hand through his hair, he sighed, looking up to see some of his men looking back to him and saluting proudly. Giving them the same signal, he smiled a bit. He was beginning to realize how much he’d miss the sea and his men, but he knew this decision was best for Amelia and their unborn child.

im-better-than-alfred:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

im-better-than-alfred:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

im-better-than-alfred:

A few months passed, life changing quicker than it should. Amelia grew bigger, and the tension between herself and Em got even thicker. Whatever the other did annoyed the other to death. They could rant about it for hours. She did this. She did that. It went on and on. Amelia was counting the day until they returned, waiting for the day she could say goodbye to Em’s horrid face. 

And finally, the day came. 

She was up early, helping the men carry the few things she and Arthur had. Plus Merlin’s chair that sat in the corner. Merlin would be sad if he didn’t have his chair. His now white-hair covered chair. The port was coming in on the horizon, becoming clearer and clearer bit by bit. She smiled, going to wake up Arthur. She hurried into their bare quarters, shaking on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Artie? It’s time to wake up.” She smiled, kissing his cheek.

Arthur soon woke from his slumber to Amelia’s gentle kiss on his cheek. “Mmh.. What time is it love?” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair before reaching over to grab his shirt and pull it on. The sunlight filtered into his quarters more than normal. The maps covering the windows had been taken down and folded neatly on the table next to his bed. So today really was the day. Arthur sighed and got out of bed. “Today’s the big day, huh?”

Amelia stepped back as he lifted himself up. “Yes it is.” She sighed, letting him get out of bed. “Everything is on the deck and ready to go. Including Merlin’s chair.” She told him, grabbing her own robe-like jacket and tossing it over her shoulders. It was a bit cold this morning, but she didn’t mind that much.  Arthur would keep her warm, and soon she would be on dry land once more. “We’re all ready to go.” She kissed his cheek again, grabbing his hand. “Are you excited?”

After the second kiss on his cheek, Arthur dropped his hand and laced his arms around her waist. “I’m dead excited, love.” He kissed her forehead and grabbed the last few things he owned and stuffed them into a large cloth bag, slinging it over one shoulder and taking her waist once more as they walked out on deck. Some of the men shot him a cold look. He didn’t blame them in the least. Leaving so suddenly and leaving THAT woman in charge of them. They were bound to be somewhat upset.

Amelia curled into his side, looking at the somewhat upset men. She did feel horrible for this. Even after all the times she had offered to stay here and raise their child here, Arthur insisted on leaving. And Em wasn’t the most trustworthy person on the planet. Amelia picked up Merlin, who happened to be strolling by, and let him get comfortable in her arms. At first he meowed to tell them to put him down, but eventually he calmed down. She looked at Arthur. “Merlin sounds excited.” She joked, the cat playing with something on her robe.

One last glance back to the ship was all it took to bring a faint smile to his face. “Well, it’s been a honour, gentleman.” He adjusted his hat and sighed softly, pulling Amelia even closer. “I have no regrets about leaving, but one.” Glancing over to Em, his smile quickly faded. “I regret having to leave you in this wench’s filthy hands. I simply couldn’t choose one of you to captain my vessel. It wouldn’t be fair for a man to have to choose among his loyal crew. Vote amongst yourselves while at see and mutiny if need be. Maybe we’ll meet again some day.” He tipped his hat to them before walking off the ship and stepping onto the dock, giving one last wave as he did so.

volcanoesandlicorice:

metallikato:

xxthelostsoulxx:

lilmissflapper:

livinginrepition:

lovemesomenerdoms:

please

ALL OF THE THINGS

NOW CONSIDERED CANON

Oh my god I can just see her going up to Thor and yelling “NO CAPES!” and just marching off

OH MY GOD ^^^^^

((OH MY FUCK))

[[im CRY]]

im-better-than-alfred:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

im-better-than-alfred:

A few months passed, life changing quicker than it should. Amelia grew bigger, and the tension between herself and Em got even thicker. Whatever the other did annoyed the other to death. They could rant about it for hours. She did this. She did that. It went on and on. Amelia was counting the day until they returned, waiting for the day she could say goodbye to Em’s horrid face. 

And finally, the day came. 

She was up early, helping the men carry the few things she and Arthur had. Plus Merlin’s chair that sat in the corner. Merlin would be sad if he didn’t have his chair. His now white-hair covered chair. The port was coming in on the horizon, becoming clearer and clearer bit by bit. She smiled, going to wake up Arthur. She hurried into their bare quarters, shaking on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Artie? It’s time to wake up.” She smiled, kissing his cheek.

Arthur soon woke from his slumber to Amelia’s gentle kiss on his cheek. “Mmh.. What time is it love?” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair before reaching over to grab his shirt and pull it on. The sunlight filtered into his quarters more than normal. The maps covering the windows had been taken down and folded neatly on the table next to his bed. So today really was the day. Arthur sighed and got out of bed. “Today’s the big day, huh?”

Amelia stepped back as he lifted himself up. “Yes it is.” She sighed, letting him get out of bed. “Everything is on the deck and ready to go. Including Merlin’s chair.” She told him, grabbing her own robe-like jacket and tossing it over her shoulders. It was a bit cold this morning, but she didn’t mind that much.  Arthur would keep her warm, and soon she would be on dry land once more. “We’re all ready to go.” She kissed his cheek again, grabbing his hand. “Are you excited?”

After the second kiss on his cheek, Arthur dropped his hand and laced his arms around her waist. “I’m dead excited, love.” He kissed her forehead and grabbed the last few things he owned and stuffed them into a large cloth bag, slinging it over one shoulder and taking her waist once more as they walked out on deck. Some of the men shot him a cold look. He didn’t blame them in the least. Leaving so suddenly and leaving THAT woman in charge of them. They were bound to be somewhat upset.

im-better-than-alfred:

A few months passed, life changing quicker than it should. Amelia grew bigger, and the tension between herself and Em got even thicker. Whatever the other did annoyed the other to death. They could rant about it for hours. She did this. She did that. It went on and on. Amelia was counting the day until they returned, waiting for the day she could say goodbye to Em’s horrid face. 

And finally, the day came. 

She was up early, helping the men carry the few things she and Arthur had. Plus Merlin’s chair that sat in the corner. Merlin would be sad if he didn’t have his chair. His now white-hair covered chair. The port was coming in on the horizon, becoming clearer and clearer bit by bit. She smiled, going to wake up Arthur. She hurried into their bare quarters, shaking on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Artie? It’s time to wake up.” She smiled, kissing his cheek.

Arthur soon woke from his slumber to Amelia’s gentle kiss on his cheek. “Mmh.. What time is it love?” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair before reaching over to grab his shirt and pull it on. The sunlight filtered into his quarters more than normal. The maps covering the windows had been taken down and folded neatly on the table next to his bed. So today really was the day. Arthur sighed and got out of bed. “Today’s the big day, huh?”

Sod off.

im-better-than-alfred:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

“You’re going to worry yourself half to death one day, you know that?” He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. The captain moved his hands and cupped her cheeks, moving her head a bit as he chuckled. “There’s no need to fret. I believe she’s turned over a new leaf. At least long enough for us to get back to shore and start our new life together. Alright?” Arthur dipped his head and pressed his lip softly against hers.

His reassuring words were needed. She kissed him back, placing her head on his chest once they finished. “Alright. But, if she tries something,” She began to walk her fingers up his chest, giving him a pair of puppy dog eyes, “Am I allowed to choke her and throw her into a pit of piranhas?” She was serious about this too.

Arthur chuckled and ran his fingers through her curls. “If she tries anything, you’re more than welcome to choke her and throw her to the sharks, darling.” He smiled down at her and moved his hand to cup her cheek. “Not, that’s only if she tries something, though I don’t she’s dumb enough to try and kill me 3 times on the same ship.”

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

-picks him up and just kinda looks at him-

….

… Papa?

I-if its better?

That’s better.

Now, where’d you come from, little one?

*points* That way.

-chuckles- Alright.

-plops down on the couch and sets him in his lap-

*looks at* Mhn.

Hmm~

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

-picks him up and just kinda looks at him-

….

… Papa?

I-if its better?

That’s better.

Now, where’d you come from, little one?

*points* That way.

-chuckles- Alright.

-plops down on the couch and sets him in his lap-

canadiennealouette:

laughing-alone-with-scones:

-picks him up and just kinda looks at him-

….

… Papa?

I-if its better?

That’s better.

Now, where’d you come from, little one?