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it’s so funny how they try to portray merlin as this embarrassing loser fool who brings chaos wherever he goes as if he didnt have like. a genuine harem. like all the knights of the round table are so unashamed of how they prefer him over arthur. gwen basically had a brief crush on him. morgana literally said “you’re not like merlin. he’s a lover” everyone who knows him is constantly talking about how pure and brave and selfless he is. lancelot knew he had magic and was js like okay with the idea of constantly lying, placing his own life in danger for him cuz that’s his little buddy. gwaine was LITERALLY in love with him. i don’t know what merwaine had going on but they probably hooked up the night they first met and don’t even get me STARTED on arthur pendragon
#(half of camelot) his cringe behavior and big blue eyes have bewitched my body and soul#people either want to die for merlin upon meeting him or want HIM to die upon meeting him#no in between#merlin emrys#merlin#merthur#merwaine#knights of the round table#lancelot#gwenivere#i like ordinary men…LIKE ..you#hello gwaine :)#AH!! merlin <3!!#top ten quotes that r in my head
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okay i’ve thought this for months but because my sight isn’t great for small pictures (icons) i always think gaius is your icon until i see your user and remember it’s arthur
what-ever do you mean??? i have always been Gaius! your sight has been correct this whole time :3
#i'm teasing dw#pretty jacket arthur will return#ngl i laughed way too hard than i should have#simply bc your brain saw the tiny arthur image and went 'ah yes...Gaius'#thank you for making my day anon <3#bbc merlin#gaius#anonymous#asks
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I've never watched the original series, only watched and clapped the fandom from afar, BUT what do you mean that dialogue happens in EPISODE 4 OF THE FIRST SEASON???
#oh yes let's reveal kirk being spock's weakness against a lifetime of emotional control#yes I don't care how long they've known each other for.#how was this not supposed to become a huge thing like it did?#it reminds me of BBC Merlin's episode 4#ah gays being gay#star trek#trekedit#startrekedit#trekdaily#spirk#scifiedit#userpavlova#userlindir#usersugar#usersjoy#tuserlou#tusershay#userraffa#userzo#tusertyler#star trek tos#tvedit#tosedit#otp: t'hy'la#i know the ship is abt to explode BUT LET HIM SPEAK!!!!!!#had to cut out the aggressive hand holding bc i wanted his dialogue to flow </3#bbcmerlin
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Short: Leon (The Long Suffering)
Arthur: I'm gonna mess with this goofy eared kid.
Leon: *Internally thinking* Why do I feel like Arthur just met his match??
Arthur: He's absolutely terrible, the worst Manservant I've ever seen!
Leon: I'm sure with time he will improve, Sire. It's only been the first week.
Arthur: I've already sacked him, but then changed my mind and re-hired him back.
Leon: Ah... I see... Why?
Arthur:... *Internally thinking* Because I liked the way he looked at me when I won.
Arthur: It was difficult to find good help nowadays.
Leon: Right...
Arthur: Can you believe it, Merlin went and accused himself of being a sorcerer! In front of my father during the council meeting!
Leon: He what?! 😨
Arthur: I know! All because a girl gave him a flower. That idiot. I don't know where his head is at.
Leon: Hold on a second sire, he really said that in front of the King and didn't get executed?? 😧
Arthur: *Waves it off* Yeah, I had to explain that it was cause he had a crush on Gwen. *Mutters to himself* Maybe I should get him some flowers? 🤔
Leon: !? ⁉️❕❔
Arthur: My idiot Manservant got sick and I got him flowers so he'd feel better. 💐
Leon: Arthur, he drank poison for you and you went off to find the antidote. 😑
Arthur: So you think he liked it?
Leon: ... *Takes a deep breath* I'm sure he did Sire.
Arthur: 😁 See! I take care of my servants~
Arthur: *Breaks into Leon's room*
Leon: *Jumps in fright* ⁉️
Arthur: I can't believe him!
Leon: What is it? Is there an attack Sire? Something happened with the King?
Arthur: No! It's that insolent brat Merlin. He came back with some guy, singing him praises and wants me to make him a knight?!😤
Leon: *Thinking* Is this really worth barging into my chambers? 😮💨
Leon: Really, then what did you do? 😑
Arthur: Ha, had the guy cleaning the stables.
Leon: 🤦🏼♂️
Leon: *Watches as Arthur sits with goofy smile and practically hearts in his eyes*
Leon: Sire?
Arthur: Isn't it the loveliest day to go out for a picnic? 🥰
Leon: Yes Sire, it is indeed.
Arthur: *Nods* I had Merlin pack a picnic for me and the lady Sofia. Where gonna go later today.
Leon: *Confused and concerned* But don't you have a meeting with the King today?
Arthur: *Waves it off* It's fine, I have Merlin to cover for me!
Leon: *Thinking* Oh boy...
[LATER]
Merlin: *Coming back from the stocks* I'm gonna kill that cabbagehead! 😠💢
Arthur: *Walks in* Merlin~! 🥰💐🌈
Merlin: 🌩️🔪😠
Leon: *Makes a break for it*
Leon: *Walks by Morgana's room*
Morgana: Please Arthur he just a boy and he's sick! 🥺
Arthur: I'm sorry Morgana, but my father is looking for him and if he were to find out you harboured a druid, you'll not only get into trouble but so would Gwen and Merlin.
Morgana: *Angry* 😠
Merlin: *Steps in* Please Arthur, we can't let the King kill him. 🥺
Arthur: ... *Turns away* I saw nothing, heard nothing. I've got to look for the Druid boy because clearly he isn't here. *Leaves room without noticing Leon*
Morgana: Tsk, of course he'd listen to Merlin.
Gwen: *Giggles*
Merlin: Arthur has a good heart. Of course he'd help. *The face of loyalty and innocence*
Morgana: 😏 He followed his heart alright. I'll remember next time to have you around to convince him for some things.
Merlin: 🤨❔❔ What do you mean?
Leon: *Overhears and follows his princes lead and continues like nothing happened*
Leon: *Witnessed Merlin doing Sorcery, trying to burn the Black Knight and fails*
Leon: ... I saw nothing. Just tired eyes. Yup, nothing here. *Mutters* Not like Arthur would believe it, or even care.
Uther: Where is my son and ward?! 😠
Leon: They've decided on a friendly hunting trip, they'll be gone for several days.
Leon: *Internally* They went after Merlin to his home village to fight bandits alone. And I'm not gonna say anything because
1. You'll blame Merlin and send him away
2. Merlin's a sorcerer who you'll kill if you knew
3. If any of the above happens Arthur might likely kill you and that'll be a worse headache then his pinning.
Uther: Those brats!
Leon: *Thinking* I couldn't agree more.
[LATER]
Arthur: If I ever retire from royalty, I think I'd like to live as a farmer.
Leon: Ah, is that so?
Arthur: Yup. Of course, Merlin would be there to do the work.
Leon: 😓
Arthur: But I'll get him Cows and chickens, maybe even a horse. He has a soft spot for animals.
Arthur: Merlin's mad at me. He started talking politely to me Leon! Politely. As in using my titles instead of insults. Even avoids looking at me in the eyes. 😟
Leon: 😬 Oof, what did you do?
Arthur: He's angry at me after killing the Unicorn. 😟
Leon: ... That would do it.
Arthur: What do I do Leon!
Leon: Try giving him some space for now and maybe flowers, you've said Merlin likes those.
Arthur: Alright!
[LATER]
Arthur: Merlin's not avoiding me anymore. 😊
Leon: Great to hear, what happened?
Arthur: We faced off the sorcerer of the Unicorns and I drank fake poison before Merlin could.
Leon: ... What?! 😱
Arthur: It's fine. Merlin's still mad about that but now he insults me about my intellect being the size of a peanut. ☺️🌈✨
Leon: I'm almost inclined to agree with him Sire.
Leon: *Spots Merlin and follows him to the Isles*
Nimueh: For a life to be saved, another life must be forfeited.
Merlin: He's my friend. I'd gladly give my life for him.
Leon: *Thinking* God these two are cut by the same cloth. I'm gonna go fully grey by 30.
[LATER]
Arthur: 🥰 Merlin said the most weirdest thing. He said he'd serve me for the rest of his life. That he was happy to be with me. ❤️🥰
Leon: *Bore witness to Merlins power and dedication to his loved ones*
Leon: He cares for you Sire. Would hardly leave your side if he didn't need to help Gaius make your cure.
Arthur: ☺️ Don't tell Merlin this, but I think Merlin's my best friend.
Leon: *Internally swears on his honor as a knight to support Merlin however he could and potentially get his prince to be less of an idiot. Hopefully*
Merlin: *Sneezes*
Gaius: You alright my boy?
Merlin: *Sniffs and shurgs* I'm alright.
Gaius: Hmm, some say that when you sneezing abruptly, it's because someone is talking about you at the moment.
Merlin: Ugh, probably Arthur talking about all the chores he has in stored for me. 😮💨
#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merlin fandom#bbc merthur#arthur x merlin#shorts#leon the long suffering#Leon#short story#short fanfic#arthur loves merlin#prince arthur#Pray for Leon's sanity#He was close to committing treason
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The General's Spouse
It's the Xianzhou generals, except they're married to you and they won't shut up about it Characters: Jing Yuan, Feixiao (separate) Reader Pronouns: they/them (gender neutral) Warnings: none!
Jing Yuan
you're like that sweet old married couple on the ship, except neither of you has wrinkles on your faces
bro never stops talking about you. "my spouse" this and "my spouse" that
Everyone knows who you are and that you're the general's spouse. people wave to you on the streets when you walk by
it's a blessing and a curse. on one hand, some people are quite friendly with you, on the other hand, you're a target for enemies of the xianzhou
because of this, if Jing Yuan can't protect you himself, he sends at least two cloud knights with you to flank both your sides
you also somehow, wake up with his fluffy hair in your mouth every morning while he's laying on top of you
Jing Yuan enjoys playing chess with you and you keep a scoreboard that tracks your wins and losses. whoever loses has to make dinner
You spoil Yanqing rotten and treat him like he's your son
Jing Yuan misses you a lot when he's off on his general duties.
"I miss my spouse, Fu Xuan. I miss them a lot. I'll be back."
Feixiao
ah yes, the Merlin's Claw's precious spouse, you're the talk of the Yaoqing
that's mostly because our general won't stop talking about you <3 it's either very sweet or very annoying, like we get it, your spouse is beautiful, can we please get back to this meeting?
If you're with Feixiao during the 2.4-2.5 story, then you have an entire battalion of cloud knights flanking you, praying to every aeon in the universe that Hoolay doesn't know you exist
she makes an effort to give you a good morning kiss before she leaves for the day
you get along with moze and jiaoqiu since you see them a lot (they're your wife's retainers after all)
you'll even hang out with them without your wife (just keep the alcohol away from her)
if she sees you on the street, feixiao will rush by, kiss you on the cheek, and quickly leave. (i'm picturing how it is in the animated short)
another person that says "I miss my spouse, i miss them a lot, i'll be back" to anyone who will listen
if she's drunk, Feixiao will randomly start crying about where you are so someone is calling you saying "please, come get your wife."
can and will carry you, if asked
Thank you for reading <3
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#feixiao x reader#feixiao#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan
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Happy Pride ! Something Merlin ? Thanks !
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6
Merlin walks in to see Arthur arguing with a dark haired, pale woman and he's pretty sure being alone with a girl in his bedroom is breaking some sort of rule of propriety. Although, he is a noble, and supposedly they do that a lot.
"Merlin!" Arthur says, before he can do something smart like backing away slowly. "Tell Morgana she's an idiot."
Ah. He hopes neither of them notice the blood draining from his face.
This is the apprentice that he's been trying so hard to avoid. How well can she sense magic? Does she already know what he is? Is it too late?
"I'm not an idiot, you're an idiot," she says sharply. "Overhauling a border town like that when you know it will incite King Uther-"
"Yes, a border town, meaning it's in our kingdom and not his," Arthur argues. "My father is lord here and if I want to invest in peasants and depleted soil that's my own concern."
"Are you talking about Ealdor?" he asks, the concern enough to push through his fear. "What do you mean incite?"
Morgana says, "It means to anger or enrage-"
"He knows what it means," Arthur interrupts. "Look, we already have poor family relations as it is, considering what happened with my aunt and cousin. Uther has gone to considerable effort to ignore us and some tilling isn't going to change that. And if it does, I'm certainly not going to arm the peasants!"
Merlin really, really wishes he'd been here for the beginning of this fight.
"You'll what?" she sneers. "Lead your knights there to defend them?"
Arthur's eyebrows go to his forehead and he spreads his hands. "Yes? Obviously? I've commanded before."
She's taken aback. "They're just peasants," she says, but cautiously, eyes sharp.
"You forgot an important word there," Arthur says. "They're my peasants. If Uther, or anyone, wants to mess with Ealdor, they're going to have to go through me first."
Oh.
It's just another version of noble greed, Merlin tells himself sternly, but that doesn't stop his eyes from burning.
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THIS THOUGH seizes this chance to ramble about the dragon with both of my grubby little hands
Look, my not-so-pet theory is that the dragon is gleefully lying through his teeth the entire show, not even that well, and that Merlin falls for it hook, line and sinker because he is desperate for guidance and then, at some point, in too deep to go back. I both love it and hate it, because it reframes a LOT of the story drastically and also uuuh doesn't give you much hope for Arthur's return, but also it makes so much sense.
The dragon, over the course of the entire show, paints himself as the mouthpiece of destiny. Destiny, destiny, destiny, that's his whole thing, that Arthur will save Albion and return magic to the land, that Merlin will be his guide and his servant, etc etc. Merlin just has to do… all the things the dragon says, and trust him, and not trust… basically anyone who would have been his friend. He alienates Merlin from people who also have magic, keeps him isolated, feeds his paranoia, and generally guides Merlin down a path of self-destruction and severe dependency on Arthur, who becomes his entire everything but also so great and big and untouchable that Merlin ends up self-sabotaging because he cares more about Arthur than about magic.
Many, many of the things that where 'destined to happen', especially in regards to magic (Uther's death, Morgana's betrayal, Mordred's betrayal) happen because the dragon fed Merlin's paranoia and prevented him from connecting to people. Many of the things the dragon said would happen only happen because he put them in motion. They happen because Merlin knows of them and tries to prevent them.
We don't know what the dragon's actual long-term goal is, and seeing as he is an extremely long-lived magical fae creature we can only guess. Humans are pretty insignificant to him, in the grand scheme of things, though they are fun to play with. He seems quite happy with the outcome, which he had a very active role in, so it seems things went the way he wanted.
It's not the way Merlin wanted. It was never what Merlin wanted. But the dragon doesn't care about that.
(in all fairness, he's not even particularly subtle about it. Merlin is just really desperate for guidance, and put his trust in the wrong lizard.)
the dragon really pulled one last "my job here is done" "but you didn't do anything" here. classic dragon
#merlin#bbc merlin#kilgarrah#meta#i got into this show too late and when i first rambled about this#no one gave a fuck bc i was TOO LATE to the fandom haah#but also i am right#so many of the terrible decisions merlin takes in the show are because of the dragon#and i love it and i hate it#but yeah if you assume the dragon's agenda is not what he says#because he cant be trying to return magic to camelot#he keeps pushing away magic users that arthur and merlin trust#he is ACTIVELY WORKING AGAINST a magic-friendly camelot#and then arthur dies#and the dragon is like#ah yes all as planned#merlin: BITCH THAT'S NOT THE DEAL WE HAD???#dragon: ciao :3#fantastic
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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU
Tagging @stalesaltinecracker cause he asked for more, and @an-entity-i-think since she made a valid question
ENLACES A LAS OTRAS PARTES DE ESTE AU AQUÍ: PARTE 1 , PARTE 2 , PARTE 3 , PARTE 4 (estás aquí), PARTE 5
In "Valiant"
Arthur: (Impacient and worried cause Merlin hasn't told him about Valiant's echanted shield yet) Is there something you want to tell me?
Merlin: (who decided to not tell Arthur about the shield this time around so he won't embarrased him again) No.
Arthur: I know something is bothering you.
Merlin: Nothing is bothering me.
Arthur: (hurt) Don't you trust me? (thinking) Have I not been worth of your trust again?
Merlin: Of course I trust you! Arthur, I trust you with my life!
Arthur: Then tell me what's wrong! Why were you sneaking out of Valiant's chambers yesterday?
Merlin:(cursing internally that this Arthur somehow is more observant, but still says nothing)...
Arthur: Merlin, please.
Merlin: (puzzled and touched Arthur is saying "please" to him and he finally sighs, giving up cause he always hated lying to Arthur anyway) Valiant's been cheating, he has a magic shield.
Arthur: (hiding his relief Merlin finally told him) Why do you think that?
Merlin: I saw it. The snakes coming out of his shield. Gaius thinks Valiant used them to posioned Sir Ewan. But I don't have any proof, I get if you don't believ-
Arthur: I believe you.
Merlin: ... really? But I'm just a servant, I'm not-
Arthur: (fondly, holding Merlin's hands) Don't ever say that again. You're more than a servant to me. Always.
Merlin: (getting lost into his eyes, blushing)
Merlin: (snapping out of it) Ahmm... Then what will you do?
Arthur: There's not point in bothering my father with this without proof. Now that I know what I'm getting into, I'll know what to look out for.
Merlin: (smiling confident, cause he has the spell to expose Valiant prepared) I'm sure you'll beat him up easily.
In "The Mark of Nimueh"
Merlin: (going to the cavern alone to fight the Afanc himself, a torch in hand) Arthur?
Arthur: (doing the very same thing, a torch in hand as well) Merlin?
Merlin: What are you doing here?
Arthur: I was... strolling.
Merlin: In the vaults underneath the castle?
Arthur: It's my castle. What are YOU doing here?
Merlin: I was... taking samples.
Arthur: Taking samples.
Merlin: Yeah, apparently the sickness is spreading through water. So I was taking samples to find out with Gaius what's causing it.
Arthur: The well is several meters behind, Merlin.
Merlin: Ah... I got lost.
Arthur: (rolling his eyes) Only you, Merlin. (taking Merlin by the wrist) It's not safe for you here. I'm getting you out. (starts walking)
Merlin: (trying to free from his grip) What? No! I need to-
The Afanc roars, making its appareance.
Arthur and Merlin: Shit...
In "The Gates of Avalon"
Both Morgana and Merlin looking Sophia from afar.
Morgana: Who is that?
Merlin: (kind of mad he couldn't prevent the sidhes from entering the castle again, but hiding his discontent) Sophia Tirmawr. Arthur rescued her in the woods.
Morgana: She can't stay here.
Merlin: Well, she and her father are guests in the castle now.(seeing his chance) You had a nightmare about her?
Morgana: (surprised) How do you know about my nightmares?!
Merlin: Gaius.
Morgana: Right... (sighs) You must think I'm crazy.
Merlin: I don't. I also have a bad feeling about her.
Morgana: Really?
Merlin: It just seems pretty convenient. Escaping from raiders in Tír-Mòr? A kingdom too far away to corroborate any of that story? I don't believe she is who she claims to be.
Morgana: (opening up, feeling safe and understood by Merlin) In my dream she drowned Arthur in a lake. I'm scared, Merlin. My nightmares always come true. Always!
Merlin: I already warned Arthur about her. He gave her the chambers far away from his. But I think you should talk to him about this.
Morgana: (laughs dryly) No, he won't believe me. He'll laugh at my face for sure. (thinking) And he's been too cold to me lately for some reason.
Merlin: There's no harm in trying. He might surprised you. (thinking) If this Arthur is nicer to me, he'll defenitely be nicer to her.
Morgana: Alright, I'll try.
...
Morgana: Arthur, I need to speak with you. It's about Sophia.
Arthur: (Who spied on her when she threatened Sophia in the hallway and still doesn't know how to feel about it) You're starting to sound like Merlin. Do you have a bad feeling about her too?
Morgana: She isn't what she seems.
Arthur: Why? What makes you say that?
Morgana: I just... have a feeling. It's difficult to describe.
Arthur: Try me.
Morgana: I had a dream. A nightmare. She drowned you in a lake. She killed you, Arthur.
Arthur: And why would that be a bad thing?
Morgana: (confused)... what?
Arthur: Don't you want me dead, Morgana?
Morgana: (horrified) No! Of course not! Why would you say that?
Arthur: (shakes his head) Nothing. Forget I said anything.
Morgana: (firmly) No. Arthur, listen to me. (holds his face and Arthur forces himself not to flinch) I don't know what's happening in that head of yours, but let me get this straight. I love you and I care for you. You're like a brother to me. I would cut all my limbs before letting anything happen to you!
Arthur: (with teary eyes, but forcing himself not to cry) You're just saying that.
Morgana: It's the truth.
Arthur: (his voice almost breaking) So you don't hate me?
Morgana: What made you think-(opens her eyes wide in fury) It was her, wasn't she? She put that idea in your head! (starts stomping out of the chambers)
Arthur: (stops her) Hey! Where are you going?
Morgana: I'm going to kill her! No, first I'm going to drag her by the hair through all the castle to let her know what happens when you mess with people's minds!
Arthur: (Shocked for a second at Morgana's thirst for blood and revenge not being drawn at him, but for him. And then he laughs, laughs and laughs)
Morgana: Why are you laughing? (starts to question his sanity, worried) Are you Okay?
Arthur: (stops laughing and smiles) Yes, I am now. Thank you.
#merlin bbc#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur#merlin fic#merlin fanfic#merthur fic#merlin prompt#arthur and merlin#merlin and arthur#merthur fanfic#merthur prompt#Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU
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By NEWTS & Nott | Theodore Nott
Synopsis: The stress from studying for your NEWT level classes has you spiraling into confusion from burnout, and perhaps, simultaneously inspiring a certain slytherin to approach you. But it was all a coincidence, right?
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Gryffindor!Reader
Notes: Cursing, Affection (oh my goodness). I love Theo. Like my mind is constantly just <3 Theo <3.
The gloom that permeated through the air was unusually suffocating. The grey clouds that scattered across the almost equally dull sky left little room for enthusiasm to float about. Many students were beginning to fall into the pattern of procrastinating on their essays, the notorious wave of burnout that swept through the student body every year was at its most unforgiving.
This year seemed almost worse than last year’s and you were sure it has already done a number on you. Hermione, ever the scholar, was amongst the very few who were managing fairly well for the most part. Your frizzy-haired friend was currently sitting across from you in the library, face buried in a book as she mumbled quietly, albeit furiously, about Harry’s sudden overwhelming success in Potions.
You yourself were quite impressed at Harry’s new penchant for the subject and you weren’t sure if his newfound success had anything to do with having a Potions professor who didn’t seem to loathe his existence or if he was suddenly gifted by mother magic with a potions mastery.
NEWT level classes were definitely proving to be a challenge for you, and your head was pounding from trying to make sense of the Runes assignment in front of you. You weren’t Hermione by any means, but you would consider yourself to be another top student in your year, having a particular talent for Transfiguration.
“‘Mione, maybe Harry just studied a little bit extra or something. Besides, it’s a great thing that he’s thriving, especially in potions. Merlin knows this spurn of success was needed given his previous record.”
The girl’s head shoots up at your words, eyebrows drawn in frustration, “But Y/N, it just doesn’t make any sense! I followed the instructions exactly! Harry said he did as well, so why are all of my potions off?”
Ah, ever the perfectionist.
As she continued her tangent, her voice began to slowly rise in volume before her last words were bouncing around the bookshelves and causing other students to turn towards you.
“Mione, please speak a little lower! And it doesn’t matter, you’re still the top student in a lot of the other classes anyway. Besides, Slughorn is still impressed with your work regardless, that Slug Club invitation is proof of it.” Your hushed whispers seemed to quell her and she nodded along, seeming to accept your encouragement. As if suddenly feeling the burning gazes being shot at the two of you, she quickly turned and apologized silently to everyone she disturbed.
As she turned back to the book in front of her, you slowly looked around to rest your eyes. As your gaze flitted to the table next to yours, your eyes widened as you made eye contact with a familiar slytherin.
Of course, it just happened to be him of all people.
Theodore Nott happened to be one of the very few students in your year who could match Hermione’s academic prowess. You remembered starkly him beating out Draco and Hermione in Charms and Runes last year, shocking your friend group immensely– Hermione most of all. He was often seen walking with Draco and Daphne Greengrass, but he kept to himself for the most part. Despite his quieter disposition, you heard his name whispered often by girls who were longing to gain his attention and affection.
And from the way he carried himself, it was obvious that Theodore Nott was an impressive wizard.
He also just so happened to be staring at you at the current moment, no doubt having been disturbed by Hermione moments earlier.
Slapping on an apologetic smile, you nod to him before turning back to your Runes assignment.
Nope. Not awkward at all.
Your heart was beating furiously in your chest and you were beginning to fear that its quickened pace would either cause you to pass out or be loud enough for him to hear. You had never really talked to the boy, only being able to recall moments of fleeting nods and awkward eye contact between the two of you.
Of course, that didn’t stop you from admiring his talents and his admittedly, above-average looks. You also appreciated his tendency to ignore people rather than berate and bully them like other slytherins in your year.
You were sure that he at least knew of you, if not due to your involvement in Harry’s circle, then due to your consistent residency at the top of the academic hierarchy.
And a little part of you did hope that he took notice of you, not that you’d ever admit it aloud.
–
The bags under your eyes could probably carry the weight of the troll you accidentally concussed in your first year, the unforgiving curriculum chipping away at the amount of rest you got every night.
The library was unusually empty that evening, allowing you to peacefully sigh and slam your head into your books without looking like a complete maniac. Moving your head from side to side to try and relieve the tension in your neck, you move to slap your hands over your cheeks.
After you were done waking yourself up, you drew your eyebrows together and began to tackle the large chunks of small text.
‘Often mistaken for each other, the words ehwaz and eihwaz have different meanings, partnership and defense, respectively.’
You were definitely not making much progress with your Ancient Runes work, and you were growing increasingly anxious about the upcoming exam as you could slowly feel yourself slipping in the class.
Feeling a prickle on your forehead, you shoot your gaze upwards and suppress a startled gasp as you lock eyes with an amused Theodore.
When did he get here? Wait, did you get here after him? If so, how did you not notice him until now?
Perhaps, your sleep deprivation was beginning to interfere with how you function. Your lapses in memory were concerning enough for you to think of reining in your hours of daily study. As you slowly close the textbook in front of you, you watch as Theodore’s eyes dart to observe your sluggish movements.
Clearly taking pity on your hunched form, he observes you for a few more moments before sliding over a sheet of parchment. Feeling your fingers twitch in suspicion, you carefully eye him before deciding that he wouldn’t try to blow you up or anything to that degree.
As you read through the paper, you feel your mouth part in shock as you realize that it was an organized chart of notes on the words you were struggling with. Theodore Nott had just given you his notes like it was the most casual thing in the world–and they were his nice notes too.
Feeling a smile pull at your lips, you shoot your head up to thank the boy, only to find the chair across from you vacant. Looking around your table, you’re only met with endless rows of bookshelves. You were left to your lonesome again, the paper in your hand being the only assurance that you hadn’t hallucinated your interaction with the quiet slytherin.
Quickly packing up your notes and books, you carefully slide Theodore’s notes into your folder as you exit the library, parting with a quick farewell to Madam Pince.
Briskly walking back to the Gryffindor common room, you shake off the strange interaction in favor of contemplating what a disaster your next Potions lesson is going to be. It was pretty formulaic by now with Harry finishing flawlessly, Hermione wandering out of the class with a lost look, Ron flying by the seat of his pants, and your constant thoughts of giving up and laying your head down.
Potions had transformed from a tense, strict environment to one of the most entertaining in a matter of just a single year. You respected Snape’s intellect and proclivity in Potions, but his prejudices diminished any inkling of passion you had for the subject.
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You were correct in your assumption that the class would go exactly how it always went. Currently, Ron’s cauldron was smoking up a cloud that put Seamus’ usual catastrophes to shame. As you ran your finger along the list of directions for the umpteenth time, you realized that you were missing a stem of Baneberries.
How you missed it, you could only ponder at another time. You were bustling about frantically, running on a couple hours of sleep, and feeling beside yourself.
Eyeing your cauldron, you estimated that you could probably run to the storage closet and nick the stem quickly without causing too much havoc by leaving it unattended. Moving from around your table, you quickly weaved around frustrated Gryffindors and confused Slytherins and towards the high shelves of glass jars in the back of the room.
You were getting dizzy from scanning the identical towers of jars, all the labels suddenly merging together.
Baneberries would be near the top since all the ingredients were sorted alphabetically. Looking around for the ladder, you jump out of your skin as you nearly bump into a sturdy figure behind you.
Holding your chest from the scare, you peer at the person only to be met with a familiar pair of amused eyes.
Sucking in a short breath at your luck, you shoot a sheepish smile at the boy, “Nott. Hello. I didn’t notice you there. Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush, I forgot one of my ingredients.”
Theodore raises an eyebrow at you before partially sidestepping you, reaching up towards a shelf behind you. You gaped as you realized he was crowding you against him and the shelf, unable to wiggle around the small gap he left.
Just as quickly as the awkward moment began, it ended, and Theodore was backing up and gingerly pushing a small stem of red and white berry clusters towards you.
Eyes widening in shock, you carefully grab the thin stem, accidentally pinching his cold fingers in the process, “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry. Er…but thank you, Nott. I should really go though, I think my cauldron might explode if I delay any further.”
Practically bouncing on the spot, you don’t wait to hear his response before you’re maneuvering around his figure and scurrying back to your table. Luckily, your potion was still boiling away and even looked salvageable.
“It’s perfect! That bright pink is spot on, very good Harry, my boy.” Slughorn’s jubilant voice carries around the classroom and you could see many students suppressing their groans at Harry finishing first and flawlessly, once again.
You purse your lips to contain your laughter as you see Hermione look more than mildly distressed before schooling her expression, shooting a small congratulatory smile at Harry.
What a proper mess.
Snorting quietly, you remove the stem from your berries and slowly add a few at a time, stirring the concoction three times counterclockwise. Unlike Harry’s tart pink potion, yours begins to melt into a magenta color, and you have half the mind to step back just as it gives a little rumble, a small puff of smoke shrouding over the circumference of the cauldron.
Safe to say, that is not what’s meant to happen.
Unsure whether to mourn your failed potion (once again) or not take it too seriously, you opt to just do both, and drop your chin into your hands, laughing dryly at your fate.
Quickly cleaning up around your work station, you risk a glance across the room and make eye contact with Theodore who looks vaguely entertained at your failed potion.
Later, Harry’s bottled potion is being presented by Slughorn at the front of the class, everybody gathering around in a semi-circle to see the result. As you shuffle from leg to leg, you feel a firm chest press lightly against your back. Before you could spin around on your heel, you sense their head moving towards your ear.
“You forgot to turn down your flame and add the stem of your Angel’s Trumpet.” Theodore’s whisper sends shivers down your spine and you have to cross your arms in order to stop yourself from physically reacting.
Turning your head slightly towards his face, you huff out in exasperation, “I’m not surprised, I was pretty much running around like a headless hippogriff.”
You wryly smile, becoming accustomed to classroom failures. Luckily, it seemed that the wave of burnout was finally letting up for a few weeks before your NEWTS, so you could catch up on sleep beforehand.
A breathy laugh leaves Theodore’s lips imperceptibly and you have to fight back the pleased grin threatening to pull at your face.
Soon, Slughorn was dismissing class and you were all free to head to the dining hall for lunch. Spinning to head back to grab your book bag, you shoot a small smile at Theodore, “Nice chat, Nott. Thanks again.”
Before you’re able to brush past him, he mutters a simple correction to you, “Theo.”
“Theo. See you around.”
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Your little exchange in potions doesn’t go unnoticed and before you could even stack up some potatoes on your plate, Hermione is dropping herself down next to you with a curious glint shining in her eyes.
Raising an eyebrow at her enthused expression, you’re unsure if you’re walking into a trap as you respond, “What’s up, ‘Mione?”
Hermione leans a little towards you before quietly whispering to you as if she was sharing a heartfelt secret, “You know what. I saw you and Nott during Potions.”
Craning your head back to look at her, you suppress the groan itching at your throat as you realize she had her mind set on getting information out of you.
“It’s nothing of that sort, ‘Mione. He was just giving me tips on my brew is all, apparently I forgot a key ingredient. I’m a proper mess and it seems to be catching the attention of other houses.” You breathe out quietly, beginning to push your food around on your plate.
Hermione grins like she knows something you don’t and replies with finality before scooping food onto her plate, “Well, he’s seated rather far away from us, don’t you agree? I wonder how he knew what you did wrong.”
Her words have you pausing as you straighten up in your seat, shooting your wide eyes to her satisfied face.
Sweet Merlin, she wasn’t called the brightest witch of your age for a half-hearted reason. In a way, you wanted to smack yourself for not realizing sooner despite how glaringly obvious it seems in hindsight.
How did he know what you did wrong?
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It’s been a week since your potion incident with Theo, and you’ve been actively avoiding looking in his direction since that day. You absolutely would not focus on the boy, you couldn’t afford a crush, especially not one on one of the most eligible bachelors of your year.
Plus, a crush would be detrimental to your grades, and you had barely just recovered from your chronic sleep deprivation.
Unfortunately, your active avoidance of the boy only made him drift through your head more often. You even caught yourself writing his name mid-sentence while you were doing your Transfiguration essay.
At the current moment, you were sitting with your friends in the common room, listening to Harry rant about Draco, once again. It was entertaining, but you could feel Hermione shooting small glances at you from time to time, still remembering your incident with Theodore.
Crossing your arms, you finally speak up as Harry stops to catch his breath, “Harry, are you sure you’re not just interested in Malfoy? No one pays this much attention to someone without having a crush on them, I mean seriously, how do you even know how Draco likes his apples?”
Harry gapes at your words, fishing around for a logical rebuttal, but you can see how his eyes widen in realization. Ron seems plenty amused by Harry’s flailing and leans back like a satisfied wingman, even though you were the one who did all the mental gymnastics for Harry.
Hermione raises her eyebrows at your words, turning to face you before echoing your words quietly, “Yeah, no one pays that much attention to someone without it involving a crush.”
Shaking your head, you dismiss her insinuation, “It was one lesson, ‘Mione. I doubt he’s looking to court me or anything.”
Your words grab Harry and Ron’s attention and they suddenly lean over to you for an explanation. Raising your eyebrows in challenge, you successfully harden your resolve despite their puppy eyes.
Realizing that you were going to remain tight-lipped, Hermione decides to enlighten them, “A certain slytherin has taken interest in Y/N.”
“Oh please ‘Mione, I’m telling you that he’s just really observant and really good at potions.” Your last words catch a little in your throat.
Hermione grins like cheshire cat, having successfully roped you in, “Sure, and him giving you his nice notes was just a casual ordeal as well.”
Ron and Harry swing their heads back and forth between the two of you, eyes brimming with anticipation.
Ron seems to have reached the end of his patience and grabs hold of your forearms, shaking you playfully before exclaiming, “Well don’t just keep fighting, tell us who!”
Huffing in defeat, you dart your attention to the fireplace as you satiate their curiosity, “Theodore Nott.”
Harry falls back on the floor and releases a noise of surprise while Ron’s hands rip away from your arms and fly to his face.
“What? Is it that surprising?” Honestly, you were mildly insulted.
Harry is the first to speak, shaking his head reassuringly, “No, no, it’s just, you’re not considering it are you?”
Tilting your head, you’re quick to reply, “What do you mean? I mean I don’t consider it as a possibility, but what’s so wrong with Theo?”
Ron gapes in shock, “Theo?”
Hermione looks at the both of them sternly before turning to you, “I think what they’re trying to say is, Theodore might be bad news. I haven’t the faintest clue why they’d feel that way though.”
Shaking your head firmly, you shoot down their apprehension, “No way, he’s probably the most tame out of that friend group.”
The boys don’t look convinced, but Harry concedes with a quiet, “If you’re sure.”
Tired of the conversation, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your arms above your head, “Enough about me, it’s about time for dinner. Let’s head to the dining hall and talk about Harry’s crush on Draco.”
“It’s not a crush!”
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It’s the very next morning after your conversation in the common room when something bizarre happens to you again. You had successfully evaded Theodore for a little over a week, and sometimes you could feel a pointed stare aimed at you.
As you’re pouring orange juice for yourself during breakfast, a letter drops in front of your plate as everyone gets their post. Confused by the envelope, you cast a charm to make sure it hasn’t been tampered with before picking it up.
There wasn’t a sender address on the envelope, but as you neatly tear it open and unfold the paper inside, you realize that you knew exactly who it was from.
The words were neatly written on the paper, and even without the letter’s content, you already recognized the penmanship.
Meet me after dinner tonight? Astronomy Tower.
Don’t worry, you’ll be back before curfew.
P.S. Do you need my notes again?
Unable to stop yourself, your head shoots up and towards the direction of Draco’s friend group. Immediately, your eyes lock with Theodore’s and he sends you a small smile, tilting his head subtly to ask for your answer.
Slowly nodding, you feel warmth flood your face as he breaks into a pleased grin and his eyes twinkle in victory. His expression catches the attention of his friends as they all immediately stop their conversation and follow Theodore’s gaze.
Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face as you’re suddenly under the scrutiny of the slytherin circle. Surprisingly, Draco doesn’t jeer at you but rather smirks at you ominously, but surprisingly not with malice. Blaise and Pansy look back at Theodore and whisper furiously, their words seemingly so obscene that it tears Theo’s gaze from you and to his smiling friends.
You weren’t sure if you should be worried. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully fold the letter back up and tuck it away into your book bag, keeping your head down for the rest of the meal.
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Your day seems to pass by in a blur, and soon enough you’re rising out of your seat during dinner, eyes trailing to glance at Theo, whose attention darts to your rising form.
Harry raises his head to look at you in confusion, “You’re done eating already?”
Nodding quickly, you plaster on a reassuring smile to settle your nerves, “Yeah, I’m just going to go take a walk. I’ll meet you guys in the common room before curfew.”
Your friends bid you farewell and you pace out of the hall, seeing Theodore push his plate back out of the corner of your eye. Not ready to face him quite yet, you pick up the pace as you head towards the Astronomy Tower, head filled with racing thoughts.
As you enter the top tier of the tower, you walk towards the ledge to look at the sky, deciding to just leave the door open for Theo.
A few minutes pass before you hear footsteps approaching you, your shoulders tensing in anticipation.
Theodore slowly makes his way to stand next to you, resting one arm on the stone ledge and maneuvering his body to face you. Unable to face him just yet, you opt to break the silence first, “So, why did you want to meet with me?”
“I thought you would have figured it out by now. After all, you’re quite brilliant.” Amusement colors his tone, and you were sure he was smiling at you right now.
Feeling your brain lag at the sudden compliment, you turn your head and survey him with questioning eyes before finding your voice, “It’s not like you to do all this.”
His lips tug a little at your attention, “Like what?”
Turning your body to face him fully, you’re keenly aware of the warmth emanating from his body, “Like approaching people you’re unfamiliar with and giving them your notes. Asking them to meet up with you at night. Helping them with their potions. You’re not possessed are you?”
Theodore’s nose wrinkles in amusement as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider, “So you watch me too. But no, I’m not possessed. I think we both know what the deal is though.”
Dropping your shoulders as your nerves seem to turn to jelly, you release a shaky sigh, “Then, you like me too?”
Your eyes flit across his face quickly, watching his eyes widen slowly. Smiling at you in fondness, he carefully brings up his hand to cup your face, his cool rings soothing your burning cheek.
His thumb slowly brushes across your cheek and he steps closer to your figure, leaning to close the distance between your faces, but leaving just enough room to have you wanting more.
His gaze flickers between your lips and eyes, finally breaking through the silence that settled between the two of you, “Yes, I like you too. Have for a while.”
You can’t fight your smile, and Theodore seems to be unable to wait any longer, ducking his head further towards yours, “Tell me to stop if you’re not ready.”
Laughing breathlessly at his words, you bring your hands to rest behind his neck, tugging him closer to close the faint gap between your bodies, “Not a chance in hell.”
Theodore brings a hand to wrap around your body, quickly connecting your lips. His firm grip on you has you melting against him, and you’re sure that the world completely stopped in that moment, nerves running like fireworks in your body.
You both break apart for air, donning identical grins of bliss. Unwilling to let you stray too far, Theodore doesn’t loosen his hold and opts to softly nuzzle his nose against yours, occasionally planting kisses on your cheeks.
Rubbing circles on the back of his neck, you softly laugh as you suddenly remember something, “Hermione was actually the one who helped me realize that you liked me.”
Humming at your words, Theo only pauses briefly from kissing your face to answer, “Remind me to thank her.”
Smiling softly at his clinginess, you pull your head back to get a good look at him, “Didn’t realize you were the affectionate type.”
His eyes are hazy from bliss, and he cranes his head forward to try and bring you back to him before answering, “Hm, well the last week has been rough with you avoiding me. ‘M making up for it.”
Your laugh echoes around the room, urging Theodore to lean over to nip at your ear, “What’s so funny?”
Carding your fingers through his soft lock, you have a fleeting thought about curfew before you brush it aside to answer him, “Nothing much. Just didn’t think you would get pouty about it.”
Reeling back at your words, his mouth parts in playful shock, “I don’t pout, baby.”
“That’s good since we should get going before the prefects head out.” Your words are met with a loud groan and Theodore does the exact opposite of your suggestion, deciding to instead bury his face in your neck and cling onto you.
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“Oh bugger off! He was being the biggest baby of the century all week long, ‘I don’t pout’, my arse.” Draco’s crude words have you dropping your mouth into your hands to muffle your laughter as Theo was left to gape at his friend’s words.
Pansy nods in agreement and grabs your free hand like a relieved mother, “Trust me, I don’t know what you see in him, but I’m so glad you’re here now.”
You beam brightly at the girl, coming to realize that your previous anxiety about meeting Theo’s friends was just a waste of energy–they were nothing like your presumptions.
“Happy to be here. I was honestly driving myself mad all week trying to avoid Theo.” You don’t miss the wounded look the boy throws at you as he begins to tug on your elbow to try and drag you away from his friends.
“Theo? I remember when I tried to call him that once in third year and he nearly incinerated me.” Blaise raises his eyebrows teasingly at your deflated boyfriend, unable to resist poking fun at his usually stoic friend.
Huffing a small laugh, you interlace your fingers with Theo’s before stepping back, “Dating privileges, Zabini. Now, it was nice talking with you guys, but Theo might die from embarrassment if we linger around.”
You barely manage to say your farewells to the group, before Theo is steering you away by your shoulders, muttering up a storm about his friends.
“Don’t be lax just yet, dear. You still have to talk with my friends, remember?” Your reminder has the boy straightening his posture, evidently unsure with how to approach making conversation with your capricious group.
“They’ll like me, right?” You nearly melt into a puddle at his words.
“Hermione? Yes. Harry? Maybe. Ron? Not a chance. But I like you, and that’s all that matters. Besides, Ron is too scared to incur Hermione’s wrath to threaten you, so he won’t try to hex you or anything.” Patting his chest reassuringly, you begin to drag him through the castle, set on finding your friends.
Smiling to yourself, you were sure that your sudden relationship with the slytherin would encourage your friends to confront their own crushes.
“Oh, I think I see them! Theo, you can’t get out of this with your puppy eyes, now come on!”
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#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott fluff#theodore nott fanfiction#harry potter#harry potter imagine#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x you#theodore nott imagines
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I'd like to join in on the "_ fell first, _ fell harder" debate because I have been seeing many posts which argue that Merlin fell first and Arthur fell harder and... Ah ah ah ah. No. No that is not what happened.
Arthur fell the moment this twink with an attitude came to him and called his ass out. No one aside from Morgana has ever dared SASS him in his life and it made him find out some things about himself. Whereas Merlin saw an asshole and said: "What a bitch" and tried to punch him. Arthur liked that. Merlin didn't like Arthur sending him to the dungeons.
In the first episodes, Merlin is keeping him safe because of destiny, while Arthur is willing to trust him (ep. 2) save his life after a magic confession (ep. 3), and give his life (ep.4).
Arthur fell first.
By the time season five arrives Merlin is lost. He hasn't just fallen for Arthur. He has dug himself a hole so deep he can't see the bottom just that he can fall that much harder. He is quite simply obsessed with keeping Arthur safe and happy. Not for his destiny (which he has by now completely forgotten) but for Arthur.
There is no one else in his mind but his King, so much so that in the first episode of the last season he would not think twice before leaving all his knight friends to die, if it meant bringing Arthur to Camelot safe and away for Morgana. He gives up his and thousands of people's life and freedom for Arthur. This guy is completely gone for Arthur and can't think about anyone else.
On the other hand, Arthur CAN and does think about others... Gwen, his knights, and his people, even if he values Merlin "above all others".
So Arthur fell first. But Merlin fell harder.
Dat's how I see it anyway, feel free to disagree 💪
#i speak#merlin#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin fanfiction#arthur#bbc merthur#merlin fandom#arthur pendragon#Arthur fell first Merlin fell harder#Fandom#fandom discussion#merthur headcanon#Damn I have a lot of things to say today huh#Own post
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Some day I will stop getting ideas in the middle of fic that are UNFUCKING RELATED TO THE IDEA WHY—
ANYWAY
Au where Merlin left (magic reveal under Uther reign for exemple) but then years later he comes back (for whatever reason) and (crack no angst) Merthur get to be batshit insane about each other like before but like… People of Camelot :
1. Kinda forgot about that Manservant Arthur had long ago
2. They totally forgot how much Merthur… well act like merthur lol
3. Some weren’t even in camelot when they met
So it’s just like
Arthur, the king, *screaming in the corridor*: MERLIN
Servant number 1 : ???
Arthur : WHERE IS THAT DOLLEPHEAD ? MERLIN !
Merlin from the other side of the castle using magic : FUCK OFF YOU PRAT I’M SLEEPING
The whole castle : ?!??
Arthur : GET YOUR ASS HERE
Leon : ah. Nostalgia
Merthur : *screaming at each other*
Knight 7 : isn’t this treason
Leon : nan That’s just Merlin
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is it too on the nose to request some fluff 78 and 133 with sirius black? (i'm a basic bitch obviously) ❤️
aww no cause this is so cliché in the best way possible and cute at the same time 😭 always up for some siri as padfoot fluff <3
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78. "the dog’s cuter."
133. "that’s your nickname?!"
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"where are we going?"
"babe, for the millionth time – not telling!"
"sirius, i swear to merlin…"
you sighed after another failed attempt to pry your boyfriend’s hands from your eyes in order to see where you were and where he was leading you. the boy sometimes had the craziest ideas, and you still haven’t forgotten that one time he decided to push you into the lake for some ‘lighthearted fun’, as he so graciously put it…
"here we are, love," sirius said after a couple more minutes of walking. "keep your eyes closed."
you groaned in annoyance, because you were still blissfully unaware of what was waiting for you once you’d finally be able to see, and crossed your arms on your chest, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. sirius was absolutely infuriating when he wanted to be, and he seemed to be basking in this state.
you heard him taking a few steps back and then, silence.
"sirius black, if you don’t tell me to open my eyes in three, two-"
your angry rant was interrupted by something – or someone – bumping into your leg. or, better said, bumping your leg on purpose. you flinched, startled by the unexpected turn of events, and your frown deepened. you opened your eyes despite not getting verbal permission and they immediately widened when you saw that – a big black dog sitting at your feet and looking up at you with a cute tilt to its head.
"hi…" you hesitantly murmured, stretching your hand out to pat the dog’s head. it seemed to be friendly, leaning into the touch and not trying to instantly maul you, which was a nice thing to know. "have you seen my idiot of a boyfriend, by chance?" you asked the dog absentmindedly, obviously not really expecting any real answer. you turned your head to the side, then to the other one. no sirius in sight.
"looking for something, love?"
you practically yelled when you heard his voice suddenly coming from behind you while you weren’t looking. you glared at your boyfriend, who was currently snickering at your bewildered facial expression.
"where were you?! and where’s the pup?"
"the pup? oh you mean–"
right in front of your widened eyes, sirius turned into the big black dog you had seen just a minute ago, and then back into a human. your mouth was agape, because as much as you expected from him, it wasn’t that. wasn’t that at all.
"you mean this pup?" sirius finished, mischief lighting up his eyes.
"you’re an animagus?!"
"yeah," sirius answered nonchalantly, looking at his nails, like an illegal animagus was a perfectly normal thing to be. "padfoot, at your service."
"that’s your nickname?! what does that even mean?"
"ah, don’t worry about it, love." sirius waved you off, which was very annoying, because how could he just spring this on you without any explanation?
"the dog’s cuter anyway," you said with a huff, crossing your arms on her chest and rolling your eyes to emphasize the way you were offended by his actions. sirius just barked out a laugh and stepped closer, wrapping his arms loosely around your form.
"alright, alright, i’ll tell you. but you might want to sit down for this one, love. it’s quite a long story."
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The moment I knew // part 3 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)
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Summary: Now that Tewkesbury has given away his ring, his grandmother confronts him about where it is. Conflicted about what to do Tewkesbury has to make a desicion. Ask for his ring back and stop his grandmother from bothering him or let you keep it and live his life in agony of his grandmother's wrath. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 & part 10 ]
Tewkesbury yawned loud while going down the stairs. His arms flopped at the rhythm of him thundering the last few steps down. A servant who was stationed in the hallway bowed to him making Tewkesbury sigh soft. He made a turn heading for the dining room. He needn’t to touch the doorknob as the door got opened for him. It made him roll his eyes as he was very well capable of opening a door by himself. As the doors opened he straightened his posture, plastering on a smile.
He casually walked inside being greeted by his grandmother. – “Ah Tewkesbury!” – she said loudly with a fork up in the air. On her lap sat a little dog. – “Grandmother.” – Tewkesbury replied taking a stiff bow. She wasn’t paying much attention to it, but Tewkesbury knew if he didn’t she would surely comment about his lacking manners. He went around the table to a seat near his grandmother who sat at the head of the table.
His chair got pulled back for him. Tewkesbury eyed the dog on her lap. The vicious lapdog barked at him, making him flinch. He never liked that dog. Tewkesbury nearly barked back at it just out of spite, hadn’t his grandmother not shushed the dog. She plucked something off her plate offering it to the dog. The dog licked at it making Tewkesbury make a face out of disgust.
He sat down as his chair got pushed closer to the table. Her dog snarled at him. His grandmother snapped her finger pointing at her glass. A servant came closer to pour more in her glass. Now that her attention was elsewhere mocked Tewkesbury the dog. He pulled his nose up to it, baring his teeth. He then bit at the dog to frighten it. The dog whimpered laying itself down. Tewkesbury chuckled counting this as a victory.
His plate got set down making him look picky at it. With his fork he started to divide the food. Something inside of him had hoped for something sweet for breakfast, yet he was once again disappointed. He shouldn’t complain though, there were various fruits to pick from on his plate. If only he liked them all equally. He pricked in a grape with his fork. His grandmother quirked her eyebrow up. – “Where is your ring?” – she asked plainly. – “What ring?” – Tewkesbury replied with not much thought.
“The ring your father gave you.” – She stated raising her eyebrow even higher. Tewkesbury turned his hand a bit more to him, looking at his bare hand. Where once was a ring, was none now. He swallowed closing his hand as he knew exactly where it was. Hanging around the neck of Y/n Bridgerton. The one his heart flutters for but he couldn’t say that. So he had to come up with an excuse. – “I must’ve taken it off for a bath and forgot to put it back on.” – he said.
“You never take it off.” – His grandmother persisted on. – “I did now.” – Tewkesbury said annoyed back at her. His grandmother seemed shocked for a second by the tone in his voice. She placed her napkin down with a cold stare. – “Then fetch it!” – she insisted upon. Tewkesbury took a quick breath, staring down at his plate. He knew he couldn���t just fetch it. – “I can’t remember where I put it.” – he mumbled. – “You’ve lost it?” – she shrieked out making the dog bark at her sudden movement.
“No!” – Tewkesbury called back bothered. – “I simply misplaced it!” – he rephrased. – “That is still exactly the same thing!” – his grandmother made clear. Tewkesbury felt himself get worked up over this. – “That ring is the only thing you might have of your father! I suggest you find it quickly for I do not tolerate negligence!” – she said firm. Tewkesbury shoved his chair loudly back, getting up in a haste. – “I’ll do so!” – he bit at her. He firmly turned his back at her heading out of the dining room.
Whatever his grandmother shouted at him, he couldn’t hear over the loud barking of that stupid dog. Perhaps it was for the better as it would only hurt his feelings. Angered he rushed back up to his room. In there he needed to out some steam. He grabbed one of his pillows throwing it onto the ground. Sighing loud he let himself fall down on his bed. Hands rubbing down his face. He let himself fall back on the bed, staring up to ceiling. He took a deep breath, conflicted. His fingers touching the bare skin around his ring finger where once his ring was.
Turning his head to the wall, he saw it all before him. The moment he gave you his ring. In that moment he had hesitated to give it. It was indeed his father’s ring. One of the few things he truly had of him. He knew his grandmother would eventually notice and make a fuss over it. To be fair she makes a fuss over almost everything. He just didn’t think she would notice to soon after last nights gathering at Lord and Lady Wattlesbrook.
Then again his entire heart screamed for him to give it to you. Perhaps in a way to already claim you as his before anything real would go down. He knew very well how predatory the social season was. Lords talking trash behind each other’s back to lure the girl of their liking into their trap. To ensure them to themselves. There was nothing more dangerous than a bunch of ill loved men falling for the same girl. Tewkesbury wasn’t a fool.
He knew you’d most likely be the season’s diamond when you would debut. It was so clear. He didn’t need to look at any other girl to know you were the fairest. Both in heart as in beauty. Therefor he had given you his ring, knowing you would stay true to it just as much as him. Sighing deep he knew he had to find his ring fast for his grandmother would not stop complaining about it till she saw it around his finger again.
Conflicted he groaned loud. A part of him wanted to leave it with you, just to taunt his grandmother. The grandmother that drove him crazy. He barely couldn’t wait to debut, marry, and claim lordship of his late father’s estate. The second he would be, he’d set her out. Give her a comfortable home far away from him so she couldn’t interfere with his life any longer.
It wasn’t cruel considering how she treated him. Conducting his life as if he wouldn’t have a say into it for himself. Then again another part of him wanted to have that ring back as quickly as possible. That part of him that feared his grandmother’s wraith. He knew just how miserable she could make his life. He sure didn’t want things to escalate.
The only cruel thing about it would be asking for his ring back from you. He couldn’t possibly imagine how you would react. Would you see it as a rejection of his love? A withdraw of his promise. Would you hate him and turn your attention to other boys? The thought alone made him panic. He got back up wiping his hand down his face. What was he to do? What to do indeed?
Tewkesbury got into the carriage. His grandmother already seated with that darn dog of hers on her lap. – “Did you find it already?” – was the first thing she asked. – “No.” – Tewkesbury sighed out knowing he couldn’t avoid it. His grandmother gave him a scowl that made him almost want to disappear. He sat himself down before her as the door got closed behind him. – “Have you looked properly?” – she asked as the carriage got in motion. – “Yes.” – he answered.
“Clearly not. If so I would see a well worth ring around your finger.” – she pointed briefly at him. – “I’ll look later more.” – he said moving his hand up in defeat. Exhaling deep as there was no point in arguing with her. It had only taken a few words of her to ruin his entire mood. Eager to just turn the carriage around and make an escape for it. Her dog snarled at him. His grandmother shushing it loudly. The dog laid down on her lap with a soft meek. Tewkesbury turned his head to the outside, staring out of the frame. In the distance he could see the park. The carriage came to a stop.
The door got opened by the footman. Tewkesbury got out first, taking in a deep breath. His grandmother followed with her dog. She sat her dog down, holding his leash. – “I am going for my walk.” – she said stroking some wrinkles out of her dress. – “Stay close!” – she called out. Tewkesbury took a deep breath following his grandmother a few paces behind her. He watched her dog walk for a moment before turning his attention around him. On the grass fields away from the gravely path they walked upon were people taking a stroll. A couple with their infant having a picknick.
He saw how caring the parents were with their child, making him yearn for that kind of attention. It has been a long time since anyone had given that to him. Surely not his grandmother. She lacked the capacity to do so. A bit further were two men discussing something over by the pond. Some children playing tag and running around wildly. His grandmother stopped as her dog had to pee. Tewkesbury also stopped staring at the green fields. A few younglings were playing hoops not far from him. One of the children missed to catch the hoop as it flew further on. It landed by Tewkesbury’s feet making him look down to it.
The child came running over as Tewkesbury bend to pick it up. – “If I please may sir.” – she asked nicely holding her hands out. Tewkesbury smiled at her, giving her back the hoop. She smiled back at him before running back to her friends happily. – “Tewkesbury!” – his grandmother called out furious. He sighed deep following her once more. There was no pleasure to the stroll. The stroll wasn’t even for him, it was for that darn dog that she needed to let out.
From afar called an elderly lady to his grandmother. His grandmother called back to her. She looked over her shoulder to Tewkesbury who was looking around. – “Take your leave!” – she hissed at him. – “What?” – Tewkesbury blurted out, caught off guard. – “I said take your leave!” – she repeated loudly seeing the lady approach. She didn’t have to say that again as Tewkesbury parted from her. Over his shoulder he saw his grandmother meet with the lady all happy. It made him smirk, thanking the lady silently for his freedom.
Tewkesbury walked a bit back eyeing a bench. He sat down on it, watching the pond down the hill. A few children were feeding the ducklings. He took a breath at ease, leaning back against the bench. His moment of calmness was brief as he got startled by a pair of hands blocking his sight. – “Who am I?” – he heard before he could throw the hands from before him. Instantly his heart leaped in the air making him grab the hands that were blocking his vision. – “That voice only belongs to the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met.” – he said lowering the hands.
He let his head fall back, looking up to the most magnificent pair of eyes. – “Midday Miss Bridgerton.” – he said smiling up. – “Midday Viscount.” – you answered with a smile of your own. Tewkesbury let go of your hands as you moved around the bench to sit with him. – “Are you here alone?” – you asked. He shook his head. – “My grandmother’s over there.” – he gestured in her direction making you look. – “Same.” – you said making him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Well not my grandmother, but my mother is over there with my younger siblings.” – you gestured behind you making him look.
“The moment I saw you, I had to come over.” – you spoke smiling happily. – “How did you know it was I?” – he questioned with a smirk. – “I recognize you anywhere.” – you told him. That made him smile, looking down at your chest to where his ring would hang. It made him wonder. Swallowing nervously he wasn’t sure if he should ask you about it. Taking a deep breath, he turned his head away.
You had slightly an idea what it was about, so you pulled at the string around your neck, revealing his ring. – “I still have it if you wondered.” – you said showing it to him. He smiled, simply smiled at you in response. – “Is…is something the matter Viscount Tewkesbury?” – you asked worried. He smiled faintly at you, shaking his head. You knew something bothered him from the way he avoided eye contact. You removed the ring from around your neck, holding it out to him after a second of hesitation and sadness.
“What… what are you doing Miss Y/n?” – he said blinking in shock at his ring twirling in front of his eyes. – “You require it don’t you?” – you responded. – “No…I…” – he answered nervously making you grab his hand and lay it open before you. – “You require it Viscount.” – you said placing the ring down in his hand with the cord. – “Do not worry I understand.” – you added closing his hand on it. – “I am not mad or disappointed. I simply understand that you require it. Don’t pity me for I can’t bare to see you so saddened as this.” – you moved his hand closer to his chest, letting go of it.
Tewkesbury stared stunned at his closed hand with the ring in it, then up to you. He smiled at you, taking your hand. – “This does not mean I renounce my promise!” - he made clear as you nodded. – “I should not ask this of you, I gave it willingly with my heart yet my grandmother…” – his words drifted away such as his gaze. – “You didn’t ask.” – you reminded him with a kind smile.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. – “If your grandmother requires you to wear it, I understand completely Viscount.” – you told him looking back to where his grandmother was. Tewkesbury nodded his head with a deep inhale. – “I’ll… I’ll give you something else!” – he exclaimed grasping your hands. He looked frantically around, his eyes falling onto something. He bend down to pick it up, laying your hand out to take it. He placed it down in your hand making you stare confused at it. – “An acorn?” – you said. – “Not just any acorn. The acorn of my love.” – he replied closing your hand on it.
“An acorn it is then.” – you chuckled holding it close to your heart. – “I still very much want what I promised before.” – he made clear so you wouldn’t forget. You hummed loud with a nod. – “Me too… if you haven’t already changed your mind on me.” – you said making him frown deep. – “Change my mind? Y/n I think I have just fallen more in love with you just now. This.” – he showed you his closed hand with the ring in. – “This would save me a lot of trouble and you gave it willingly knowing I didn’t break my promise.” – he called out.
“Tewkesbury!” – he suddenly heard loud. He sighed deep knowing his time of freedom was gone. He took your hand tightly, smiling at you. You smiled back at him, letting your eyes speak for you. He got up bowing respectfully at you. You watched him return to his grandmother. He glanced one more time over his shoulder to you before continuing.
You smiled back at him before getting up yourself and heading back to your mother and younger siblings. Tewkesbury removed the cord from around his ring, tugging it away. He then put his father’s ring back on. He wondered how long it would take her to notice this time that it had returned. Bringing his hand to his chest, his desire to marry you one day grew immensely.
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Strong Enough
After hearing Lily was in a duel with Rosier, James takes out his frustration.
Written for JilyKinktober Day 3 AND Day 6, Prompts: Angry Sex and Hair Pulling
AO3 Link, Rated E for very explicit!
James heard what happened from Peter of all people. He had been at quidditch practice, halfway through quaffle drills when sweaty and heaving, Peter bounded out onto the pitch under them, eyes frantic.
“Dueling—-Lily and Rosier——really dueling in the dungeon corridor!”
He didn’t even get off his broom. He flew into the nearest hall, landing into a sprint when flying couldn’t take him any further. Wasting time pushing past throngs of students, the fight had already subsided when he arrived, finding instead a very purple-faced Professor Slothrop muttering something about having to peel a whimpering Rosier off the rafters.
He didn’t need anyone to tell him where Lily was, she always went to the same place when something upset her. James jogged two corridors over to find a small light glowing out of the abandoned potions classroom. Lily was there cutting ingredients like nothing happened, jaw clenched.
“What were you thinking.”
He didn’t even wait for her to look up. Professor Slothrop hadn’t lied about her walking away unscathed, she looked as beautiful and healthy as ever, but getting that confirmation allowed for his worry to melt into an anger he had never felt towards her before.
“Don’t come in here acting like you would have done any different,” she said cooly, continuing to cut.
Her dismissal just fueled his anger. He crossed the room and tore the knife from her hand but she didn’t even flinch, looking up at him with slitted eyes.
“Fuck off with that Evans. We both know what you did was stupid—-“
She scoffed. “Don’t talk to me about being stupid—you’ve been doing idiotic shit since—-“
“He’s a death eater, Lily,” his voice raised on its own accord, “or at least he is about to become one. He wouldn’t hesitate for a second—“
“And I’m supposed to take that lying down?” Lily stood back, balling her fists at her sides. “I’m supposed to act like a meek little mudblood just like they want?”
He really hadn’t meant to do it. He slammed her chest with the palms of his hands and she stumbled back into the stone wall of the classroom, her eyes grew wide.
“James—“
“You aren’t strong enough to take on everything. Merlin knows you can with most things, but this—-this was just foolish.”
He was pinning her to the wall now, holding her wrists over her head. Her eyes roamed his face, then dipped to look at his quidditch jersey, traveling lower to find the source of a growing hardness against her leg. Even in anger he couldn’t resist her—- if it was still even anger at all.
He slotted himself between her legs, mouth just barely hovering over hers.
Their eyes locked again, but this time his gaze reflected back an entirely new emotion. She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Then do you care to demonstrate to me, Potter? Show me how strong I actually need to be—-“
She knew he would snap. Using one hand to keep both of her wrists bound, he flipped her so her chest pressed into the wall. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her bottom half outwards to arch her back and press her ass into his now full erection. He leaned over her, reaching his hands around her front and under her skirt, pushing her knickers aside and thrusting a finger inside her, not wasting time.
“Is that what you want? Try to get out from under me Evans, just try.”
She squirmed under him, but she knew she would never get out. His calloused hands had always been able to overpower her. The movement of her struggle just made her rub up against his cock more. He pushed another finger into her, sinking them to the knuckle.
“That’s the best you can do, Evans?”
Lily had given up her struggle entirely as his fingers became relentless inside her, curling and twisting in the way he knew would make her scream.
“Fuck—-ah”
He used his body to push her harder into the wall, the hand holding her wrists clenching harder as his other hand worked. Moans started spilling from her, incoherent sounds that he could only get her to make when he was being rough.
“How fucking dare you? Trying to take on Rosier? Such a brave, idiotic little girl—-What if something happened to you—“
He bit into her neck and she screamed, twisting as his tongue carved a path up from her pressure point to her ear. She could feel her release bubbling deep within her, his fingers still pumping in and out, now dripping.
As swiftly as he entered, he removed his fingers from her. She moaned with discontent but he silenced it, parting her lips and forcing his drenched fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, she swirled her tongue around them, tasting herself against his salty skin.
“I know you are already close, but I’m not going to let you come yet—I’m going to fuck you into this wall and after I’m finished, and only then, can you come too.”
He took his fingers from her mouth, reaching between them to pull at the strings of his quidditch shorts. Cock already weeping, he tucked the back of her skirt into the waistband and pushed over the thin strip of knickers to swiftly enter her. James let out a deep moan, snapping his hips fast and hard against her arse.
“Fuck—-oh Christ Lily.”
The hands that held onto her wrists released, moving to the front of her blouse. With one quick yank, the top few buttons clattered to the floor and he snaked his arm down to grab her now exposed breast.
“James—-please—“
With every thrust her body bounced forward, pressing her chest farther into the wall while James held her hips jutted out to meet his. Now free for her hands to wander, she placed them on either side of her ass, spreading herself while holding her bottom half steady from his quick bucking hips.
“Merlin, you are so beautiful Lily—fuck. I could look at you like this forever.”
He moved a hand to the back of her head, toying with curling his fingers into her hair which splayed against her back. At the feel of his grasp, she let out a mewing whine.
“Fuck me baby, pull my hair and fuck me fast until you come.”
James saw explosions around them, there was nothing that got him closer than hearing her be demanding. He took better hold of her hair, experimenting with tugging her head backwards.
“Is this ok?”
Lily didn’t need to respond. The noise came from the deepest part of her, his name bubbled through like a long overdrawn note. James looked down and watched as his cock disappeared between her legs, slick with her arousal that had begun to drip down onto the ground.
“I can’t hold it love, I’m going to come.”
At his warning, Lily slammed her hips backward with all her weight, rocking on her heels.
“Come for me baby—-please, let me feel you.”
He obliged. With one last snap of his hips, he released into her, calling out her name and leaning so his forehead rested between her shoulders.
“James—-I’m gonna—“
He rebounded quickly, needing to feel her come. Following the rhythm of her hips he guided her to slide deeper on his cock.
“Come for me baby, you were a good girl—waiting like I asked.”
She let out a series of swears before chanting his name, muscles tightening around him, teetering on the edge.
“Come for me—-that’s it—“
Her body shook, she threw her body back into him, pushing his cock deep into her before her legs gave out underneath. James wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding her in place, kissing a path from her shoulder to her neck.
Now satisfied and back to reality, James let them fall to the floor in a heap. He stroked her hair, the same place he had roughly grasped earlier.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I kinda lost it—“
Lily kissed the worry off his face and pressed her forehead to him.
“I was so worried…when I heard—-I guess I lost control.”
She pulled his face up to look at her, giving him a light nip on the nose. He grabbed her face in both his hands and kissed her lips softly, adrenaline spent.
“Don’t worry Potter, I can hold my own, remember?”
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Percy Soulmate Comments
All right, here are all the comments from the Percy Soulmate help post found here. Too many to do the normal screencap thing. Hopefully this will help for all those seeking to become Percy's soulmate (or declare they are) at first sight!
Thanks to everyone who commented.
unhell-of-the-unwise
You must be more than a cuckoo, you also need other required stats, such as pure (atleast 3), will (atleast 7), and as far as I recall, you must have 100% Sweet either on the personality you showcase outside or the one you hide.
unhell-of-the-unwise
-The pure stat can be gained by choosing “innocent” actions, if I’m right. Options can be when having a crush (obvious or hidden) on Adrian and choosing the song options in the Apocalypse topic when you talk with him during club time. One song option will have romantic lyrics, you must choose the innocent option to gain purity. Another option can be when asking Merlin in the latest update if they need to feed during the drive at the abandoned warehouse. Avoid potty mouthed responses and lustful choices, or the Lust sin. -Will is mostly options that oppose Denial, such as “I’ve always wanted to go on a apocalyptic trip!”, it also helps that some of these options also raise cuckoo levels. -The Sweet stat is easier to mesure, given that it’s visible. Obviously, choose positive responses so that it’s 100%, or if you fail to do so, choose 100% Sweet as your hidden persona.
Basically, the PC must be some sort of modern Percival. Forgot to mention, but you also must not be corrupted/possessed, the whole “pure” thing, you know.
unhell-of-the-unwise
Oh, and don’t be a coward, it’s tied to Will options so I won’t further elaborate.
unhell-of-the-unwise
According to the code, there is a hero stat, so I suppose picking the most..positive option when having the react to your backstory helps.
unhell-of-the-unwise
I bid thee farewell as I cease my mindless rambling.
unbiquitousloser
@unhell-of-the-unwise Some corrections as I've 'ctrl+f'd through the code and you're mostly right. Pure is gained by: OBVIOUS SPOILERS INCOMING: Never swearing. This should actually score you enough points for the soulmate flag on its own, so long as you don't lose points. However, if you still want to curse in every language known to man, as swearing does not subtract points on its own, there are just enough points to scrounge up to still trigger the flag. In the polo route, you have to Instinctively save Pippa, and not back down even if you fail. In the the fencing route, you can get a point for giving the panhandler your spare change and by not saving Zain but by then applying pressure to the wound. After club, if you are not a Greed MC or panicking, you must go back to Help Merlin after they first appear. Next point appears during 20 questions; when the topic of God and Angels come up, you have to Believe (do not pray). If you are kidnapped by the call, trying to help your burning apartment building is another point. (There's another point opportunity sandwiched in here, but it's by vowing off all swearing, but swearing is fun!) If you don't go into the gas station, questioning whether Merlin paid for everything is a point; if you do go in, simply not taking anything is a point. If you have three points, you have enough. It's lost by being a filthy, self-centered blackguard! No stealing (names are okay)! No harming people to get ahead (don't even think about it) and 1000 poxes on you murderers out there!
unbiquitousloser
@unhell-of-the-unwise u_hero is specifically raised in three points atm, you can commit to saving Pippa (you get the point even if you fail), passing the stat check to save Zain, or standing between Adrian and the hellhound after club. You only need one of these flags.
unhell-of-the-unwise
@unbiquitousloser Ah, I see. Thank you for the corrections.
unbiquitousloser
@unhell-of-the-unwise Happy to help (ノ´ヮ`)ノ*: ・゚
nekoteus
@unhell-of-the-unwise The hero stat seems to be linked to succesfully saving people in club. So either chase down Pippa or knockaway the sword fragments in fencing club
randomguysayshello
Will>=7, cuckoo>=30,no corruption, don't be a coward, 1 or higher hero stat(the easy way is to rescue your clubmate), have 100 sweetness or your inner mind is sweet, have a pure stat greater than 3 (no serial killers, no pottymouths)
Quick purity guide
Polo club:- chase after enchanter moon(+1 purity), but will be removed by choice:-
★Actually, what the hell am I doing? I drop back to a sensible pace and leg Adrian attemp the rescue instead. (-1 purity)
Fence club:- choice:-
★I pause to give my loose change to a panhandler at the next intersection(+1 purity)
★ Remove my bully fencing glove and apply pressure to the area directly below the artery.(+1 purity)
★Remove my glove and clamp my hands around his neck(+1 purity)
Removed by:- ★Still i remain silent (-1 purity)
If you choose to do nothing, specifically:-
★Still I can do nothing more but stare at all this happening, If you are a cop(-1 purity)
Your Ultimate Secret:- ★Serial Killer(-1000 purity)
Hellhound chase:-
★I wonder if I can trip Adrian without slowing too much?(-1 purity)
★"Adrian we need to help M_pronoun" I,ve no idea what's going on, but feathers or not that M_man can't possibly take on that beast by M_pronounself(+1 purity)
The Tentacle Incident:- If you get molested by those disgusting tentacles, ★"Let go and save yourself!"(+1 purity)
Merlin Loredump:- If you ask a question about gods ★Still I want to believe in them (+1 purity)
Kidnapped:- (I think atleast)
★ "Isn't there anything more we can do about helping now?"(+1 purity)
★Atleast I'm not in the building (-1 purity)
★I stand up in detemination, intent on leaving this RV and returning to help at the apartment complex(+1 purity)
★Oh well. At least iw wasn't me(-1 purity)
★Perhaps this is my true nature after all. (-1 purity)
One option for killer but you are already negative purity(-1000) so what's one more
randomguysayshello
·Opinion on Merlin:- (Total -1 purity) First option:- ★My true opinion doesn't matter. Fully intend to take advantage of this situation. (No change, but unlocks the following choice):- ★I will play nice on the surface and try to manipulate Merlin(-1 purity)
·Opinion of Adrian:- (Total -1 purity) First choice:- ★My true opinion of Adrian doesn't matter. In circumstances like this, it's best to play nice to someone's face for one's own benefit.(No change but unlocks following choice):- ★That's right, I fully intend to manipulate Adrian for my own benefit
·Elevator scene(if the magic dance is still active):-
★I MC_motion my MC_weapon and wave it menacingly in the interloper's general direction(-1 purity)
Security guard scene(if magic dance is still active):-
★I MC_motion my MC_weapon and point it straight at the approaching security guard.(-1 purity)
·In the RV:-
★ I shrug and sit back down on the sofa. In the end, it has nothing to do with me.(-1 purity)
«If you haven't cursed and have a zero pothymouth variable you will get +1 purity»
randomguysayshello
@randomguysayshello ·Dream sequence, specifically the fight with Lancelot:- ★Never mind, fair play and the rules of engagement, I charge straight at him before the match has properly begun.(-1 purity, only if you are a lucid dreamer)
·After waking up, you decide what do with cursing in the apocalypse(at gas station):-
♦IF you haven't cursed ever (zero pottymouth):- ★As usual my mind remain pure and free of any swear words that might fit this exact situation.(+2 purity) •Every other option that indicates you will now start to curse more often reduces purity by 1 point
♦ELSE:-
•Trying to not curse entirely increases purity by 1 point.
·If you stay at the RV:-
★One never knows until they try. I attempt to hot-wire the motorhome(-1 purity)
At the end of the gas station, if you didn't go to shop or had too much fear and ran back to the RV:- ★"You paid for all this stuff right?"(+1 purity)
♦Killer option to reduce purity doesn't really matter
♠If you decide to ransack the whole store:- If purity is greater than one, Purity is set to zero, otherwise -1 purity.
♠If you take zero itmes whilst shopping(+1 purity)
♦If the RV has been sabotaged then, You will get a option to visit a shop:-
★I head off into the small attached shop to see if there's anything intresting in there(no change) ♦Pick a item or all items ★No skaes clerk.No security camera.No problem with me walking out the door with this MC_Purchase(-1 purity)
♣There's the guide done♣
randomguysayshello
@randomguysayshello You only need 3 purity points for one of the requirements for being Percy's soulmate, and according to the code you can still be a pottymouth and have atleast 3 purity.
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Arthur finding out what Merlin’s actual birth name is:
Arthur: MERLIN! Merlin: *appears* Yes? Arthur: Your name ISN’T MERLIN?? Merlin: I don’t know what you mean Arthur: I just got off the phone with your Mother Merlin: Mmmmm, she promised she wouldn’t tell you Arthur: YOUR NAME IS MYRDDIN WYLLT?? Merlin: Ah, she told you my last name too...got it Arthur: We’ve been dating for 3 years, and you didn’t tell me??
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