Mr Emrys with someone much more suitable! That made me smile, despite Mordred's crazy evil. This fic was adorable, angsty, and very dramatic, and I loved it!

(When I was little, I would draw a bear with a double-barreled shotgun, and another bear on the ground in a pool of blood; another time, it was a house with smiling people waving out the windows, but the house was on fire and the dog on the lawn was on his back in a pool of blood, with knives sticking out of his belly. The shrinks never actually found anything wrong with me, outside of my drawings, and couldn't figure out why I did it, and I have no real memory of it, just some of the drawings. It creeps me out a bit now...

And this is all I could think of upon seeing the art.)