#* mordred

MORDRED - KNIGHT OF TREACHERY REBELLION. Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word

ACCEPTANCE — a word that he yearned to understand. He'd wanted nothing more than to be accepted by King Arthur, the one meant to be his father. To not have to hide who he was. Part of him desperately wanted Arthur to accept who he was, not wanting to go through with his rebellion or betray the King. His mother, Morgana, raised him as best as she could given the circumstances — but she was always truthful about the fact that he would never be accepted by Arthur. He always knew she was right, mother knows best after all, but he wanted to believe there was a world where she was wrong and they were living in it.

Unfortunately, they weren't — once enough was enough, long after already being made a member of the Round Table, Mordred had taken off his helmet to reveal his true identity in private with Arthur. He'd hoped that meeting with Arthur alone would make things less intense and not put Arthur on the spot, but it seemed to do the opposite — it invoked Arthur's rage, and a barrage of insults were hurled at Mordred. The one that hurt him the most was that he would never be seen as a son, nor would he ever be fit to rule Camelot.

Everyone knows how that story ends from there.

That being said, this is an insecurity that is taken with Mordred after-death.

When he began a romantic relationship with Vivianne, the woman who summoned him, this became something he worried about internally for a fairly long period before actually speaking to Vivianne directly about it. His reputation isn't the best to put it lightly, and she was well aware about the legends of King Arthur and especially aware of the Knight of Treachery's actions. He'd always been so confused why she seemed happily content having summoned him, even more confused at the fact that he seemed to be the exact Heroic Spirit she was targeting for her summons.

At first, he thought it was because she wanted someone she knew would use underhanded tactics to win a fight — but that wasn't it. Then he figured it was a fluke that it was him that was summoned, the catalyst that was used was one that had a chance to call forth any of the other Knights of the Round after all — but that didn't seem to be the case either.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why she was so openly willing to accept him, even after finding out the complications about his gender and the dragon blood that coursed his veins. She didn't bat an eye at either of them, if anything, it only made her accept him even more.

Acceptance was something he once thought himself undeserving of, something he thought he needed his father's recognition for first before anything else. But when he met Viv, everything changed; it was like the world flipped itself upside down for him. Expecting to be used as a tool, only to be embraced as a person.

There are many things he loves about Vivianne — many things that are impossible for him to put into the right words to describe. But the thing that made him fall for her was the simplistic feeling of being seen by her.

It's still something he struggles with — the feeling of being accepted, the fear of being denied. Sometimes he wonders if one day, Vivianne is going to realize she doesn't need him around — but he's well aware that day won't happen, even if he's scared of the possibility.

He tends to mumble in his sleep, and there have been nights where Vivianne has woken him up from a bad dream of his where this very fear has come up — but she has always perfectly reassured him. Acceptance was no longer something he had to fight for, nor was it something he needed to earn; it was given to him without any question.

“..’Ya really think so?” The War was reaching its final point by now, there were only 3 Servants left - himself included. With things looking as they were, they were no doubt going to come out on top - but admittedly, he couldn’t help but start having a few doubts. Not of his Master, but his goal. He had no idea what his wish was even going to be, he had long since settled his initial one - so what could someone without a wish hope to gain by winning the Holy Grail? 

Saber lets out a sigh, running a gauntleted hand through his hair. Those words of hers were ringing in his head for some reason; he had a good heart? She knew who she was talking to, so why would she go and say that? If she was lying, he was pretty sure he’d be able to tell, so that meant what she was saying was real. How confusing.  

“I dunno what makes you say that - I’m just doin’ my job.. But I can’t say it doesn’t mean anything either. I don’t see what you do, Master - but thanks.” Staring up at the sky above them for a moment, Saber then turns his gaze back to Vivianne. 

You get three!

MORDRED.

Mordred is, understandably so, primarily a Dragon type Trainer. His main is a switch between Dragonite & Salamence, but he has an unrivaled bond with all six of his mons. Corviknight is on his team because it would remind him of Camelot, and Zoroark masks its true form akin to Mordred never removing his helmet.

POSEIDON.

Even when “isekai’d”, Poseidon would still be a god of the sea - so naturally, his team is all Water type with the exception of Lugia. Because of who Poseidon is, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he would be able to communicate with Kyogre and come to an understanding; the same is said for Lugia, as both he and Lugia are guardians of the seas and control storms. It’s very likely that Lugia is much more complacent than Kyogre. 

LOKI.

It was a fairly quiet night; nothing out of the ordinary as of late. Ever since the Grail War had ended, the two of them had been lax when it came to anything magecraft related outside of when Viv had to do her job - which, even that was once in a blue moon now since he went along for the ride half the time. After all, he was a cheat code.

That aside, they had just gotten back from a little star-filled sky walk around the area. It felt like they'd been running errands the entire day (which they were, grocery shopping earlier in the morning and such); so finally being able to just stay inside for the rest of the night felt like a relief. It was a good day though, so he wouldn't be complaining about it.

However, before he could fully accustom himself inside again, his hand is suddenly taken within the pinkette's and his form was pulled against hers; she wound up guiding his other hand to her waist, where he would rest it once figuring out what she was up to. They were swaying in a somewhat steady motion; he wasn't the best at this kind of thing, so he was doing his best to avoid stepping on her foot.

Looking up at her, he can never believe how pretty she was.. It takes a second for him to speak up, getting lost within her eyes while she controlled their body movement. But, once he's able to finally speak up again, he lets out a quiet clearing of his throat.

You get ONE.

Mordred's views of his rebellion have largely changed from the time he enacted it - during his life, he began his rebellion out of pure anger and a desperate attempt at having his father notice his existence. Blaming Arthuria for their lack of care toward their own child, letting their kingdom fall into ruin all for the sake of Lancelot & Guinevere; there were many things that Mordred felt Arthuria had done wrong. During his time with Vivianne, Mordred had plenty of time to reflect on his past and even look into the various tales of Arthurian Legend.

Ultimately, Mordred has come to shift his view from solely blaming Arthuria to understanding that everyone had fault. It was not just Arthuria's decision to deny him his rightful position as their heir - it was not just Lancelot & Guinevere's affair - it was not just his rebellion. They all played a part in a bigger event that was unavoidable, all except Merlin, who knew from the very beginning what was going to happen.