#Merlin’s emotional support idiots | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral · 6 months ago

Text

Alright, time for another Merlin au! This one won the last poll, marked as "an au featuring Arthur being an idiot"!

In this au, set sometime in the three years between season 4 and season 5, Arthur, Merlin, and the knights of the round table get ambushed by a large pack of ferocious wyverns while on a quest. This time, Merlin couldn't be subtle about using his dragonlord commands to pacify them, and that was the only way to ensure that they would all make it out alive. So, Merlin uses dragonlord commands to make the wyverns leave and, in the process, reveals that's he's a dragonlord. However, he at least managed to keep his magic a secret through the ordeal, so he's got that going for him.

Arthur is, of course, rather upset about Merlin keeping this secret from him, and is even more upset when he learned that Balinor was Merlin's father and guilty that he didn't support his friend through mourning his father as Merlin had for him. However, Arthur can also keep things in perspective. After all, dragonlord powers weren't actual sorcery, apparently it was a magic-adjacent gift that Merlin had inherited at the moment of his father's death, whether he wanted to or not. Besides, it wasn't like Merlin chose to have the ability, so Arthur couldn't really hold the ability itself against Merlin.

And anyways, Arthur mused to himself at their camp after Merlin came clean to the knights the night after the the wyvern attack, it wasn't like there were any dragons left. The only thing Merlin could do was command wyverns. While that could perhaps make him a threat if he wasn't the most harmless person Arthur knew, they didn't even encounter wyverns that often.

So, Arthur was willing to just let this be a useful little trick that Merlin could use on the off chance that they ran into wyverns. Still, the image that the whole situation gave Arthur, an image of Merlin being a formidable, powerful dragonlord with devastating dragons under his command, was rather amusing.

So, as Arthur settled in for the night after hearing the last of Merlin's explanation, this wasn't going to be a big deal. Sure, he was still hurt that Merlin kept this a secret from him, but Arthur could understand why. Uther had killed all of the other dragonlords, so it made sense that Merlin felt unsafe with his father still on the throne, and since they didn't run across wyverns often, there was a very real chance that Merlin just forgot about his ability entirely until it was relevant again. That was a very Merlin thing to do.

So, everything was fine. Everyone with them looked comfortable with Merlin, and he knew that they would keep this a secret for Merlin's sake. If word of Merlin's dragonlord abilities got out, Arthur could always publicly grant him a pardon. After all, it wasn't like he had ever hurt anybody with it. The only thing he seemed to do with it was send wyverns away.

Arthur quietly snorted to himself at the thought. Oh no, the terrible powers of Merlin the dragonlord, telling some wyverns to shoo.

Arthur relaxed into his bedroll, listening to the knights settling in to sleep and their fire crackling a few feet away. The quiet noises were peaceful, but were broken a few minutes later by Leons seemingly innocuous question.

"Merlin, if you were already a dragonlord when we rode out to face the great dragon, did you do anything with your powers? I assume you're the reason Arthur made it out alive through the whole ordeal."

Merlin froze where he was sitting, a myriad of emotions passing through his face before his expression settled on a grimace. Arthur sat up, interested in hearing Merlin's answer. What truly happened that night with the dragon? In the comfort of his own mind, Arthur admitted that Merlin's explanation of Arthur slaying it was... unlikely, at best, considering that Arthur was unconscious at the time.

"Well, you'd be correct Leon. It took me a while to figure out how to use dragonlord commands, since I never got any instruction on how I was supposed to command Kil- the great dragon. I'm truly sorry that I wasn't quick enough to save the other knights."

Merlin hung his head low, with what looked like shame. Arthur frowned at his manservant. Surely Merlin couldn't hold himself responsible for their deaths? Every knight had similar guilt, telling themselves at night that they should've been faster, should've been better, should've been more aware, then maybe some of their friends would still be with them.

Every knight learned the same lesson: those thoughts were the path to madness. It was disheartening to see that misplaced guilt on Merlin as well.

Luckily, before Arthur had to try to articulate that, Leon seemed to have similar thoughts, and spoke to Merlin with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Merlin, they volunteered for that mission, and they knew the risks. You are not to blame for the dragon's actions. Now please, tell us, how was the dragon actually defeated?"

Merlin nodded at Leon's words, but the guilt remained on his face.

"I, uh, was able to find my dragonlord voice after Arthur was knocked from his horse. He hadn't managed to hit the dragon, and he was about to kill Arthur, but I couldn't let that happen."

Merlin glanced over at Arthur, who was valiantly trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feelings blooming in his chest at the thought of Merlin slaying a dragon single-handedly just to protect him. He wasn't some maiden in a children's tale!

"But, when I gave the order to the dragon to stop attacking, I- I couldn't-"

Merlin swallowed thickly before continuing.

"I couldn't kill him. He was the last dragon, the last of my kin. So, I ordered him to leave. I banished him from Camelot and forbade him from ever harming another human again."

This time, Arthur froze where he was sitting, and he could see that the knights were in similarly tense states. Poor Leon turned a rather disturbing shade of pale.

Finally, Arthur spoke up with a forced calm tone, the type that was only a thin veneer to panic.

"Merlin, you don't mean to tell me that the dragon is still alive? And it could return to Camelot to finish what it started?"

Merlin looked at Arthur and tried to reassure him, but Arthur could barely comprehend Merlin's words through his rising panic.

"Well, yes, he's still alive, but dragons physically cannot disobey orders given by their dragonlord. He cannot return to Camelot at all, unless I call for him."

Merlin tried to give him a comforting smile, but Arthur wasn't sure he could feel any sort of comfort at the moment. He locked eyes with Leon, who wasn't faring much better with his own panic. Dear gods, that monster was still out there! They had all been living under a false sense of security! And all the while, Merlin was smiling at him like there was nothing wrong at all!

Arthur took a deep breath and tried to think through the haze of his panic. Right, Merlin hadn't killed the dragon. That made sense, since Merlin hated killing anything at all, much less the most dangerous monster on the planet. Right. But, according to Merlin, the dragon physically couldn't enter Camelot or hurt any humans.

Information, what Arthur needed was more information. If he had more information, he could come up with a strategy to keep Camelot safe from the dragon indefinitely. Merin's orders had worked for now, but there was no guarantee that those would work forever.

Forever... wait a minute...

"Merlin," Arthur called out frantically, fueled by an awful thought. "How long does a dragonlord's order bind a dragon?" Please say forever, please say forever...

Merlin's eyebrows shot up, apparently not expecting Arthur to ask such a question.

"Well, any dragonlord's order is fully binding to a dragon up until the original dragonlord rescinds the order or the dragonlord dies, whichever comes first."

Arthur felt panic's icy fingers wrap around his heart. Arthur despised even thinking about any hypothetical death of Merlin's, couldn't fathom an empty life as the king without his friend, but this, this information put a whole new layer of dread onto the though, which Arthur previously thought wasn't even possible. He could see the other knights catching onto his logic as well, while Merlin still sat on his log, looking at all of them confusedly.

If Merlin somehow died, then his banishment on the dragon was lifted. And if that happened, there would be no dragonlord left to stop it from reducing all of Camelot to ash. If Merlin died, then Camelot was doomed.

This new knowledge sat heavy in Arthur's gut, putting him on edge. Balinor had been killed from a bandit's crossbow bolt, something that Merlin faced regularly while following Arthur around. All it would take was one lucky shot on a bandit's part, and all of Camelot would die.

One bandit attack gone wrong, one assassin from Morgana, one accident on the training field, one illness contracted from a patient, and all of Camelot would go up in smoke.

Wait... dragons lived for thousands of years... and Merlin would, if Arthur had his way, live for at least a hundred years, but everyone died eventually. The dragon would surely outlive Merlin, and then the only way that Camelot would still stand was if there was another dragonlord! But Merlin was the only one left, and it was passed down from...

from father to son.

Arthur choked on air as he realized it. Good god, what had his life come to?!

If Camelot was going to survive, Merlin needed to have a son, and have one quickly. For the continued survival of Camelot to be ensured, Merlin needed to find a wife and get laid.

Arthur wanted to start laughing hysterically. The fate of his kingdom rested upon Merlin's ability to sire a child.

Arthur stared at Merlin as the other man tried not to squirm under the shocked gazes of all the knights. Ok, he could do this, his kingdom would be safe from the dragon, he just needed a plan.

First, they needed to get Merlin back to Camelot, where he would be safe and away from murderous bandits. That part was easy enough, they were already heading back to the kingdom anyways. The knights had estimated that it would have taken them another three days to reach Camelot, but with all of the knights sharing Arthur panic around Merlin's safety, for both the sake of their friend himself and the kingdom, they were able to make it back in only two days.

For those two days, Merlin seemed more confused by their frantic and panicked behavior than anything else. His shocked and embarrassed face when Percival had helped him on and off his horse - "so he doesn't fall and get hurt", the gentle giant had rationalized - had been very amusing. All the while, Arthur planned out what they would do when they returned and repeatedly reassured Merlin that no, he wasn't too mad about Merlin letting the dragon live since Merlin could at least keep it away.

Then, they needed to ensure Merlin's protection in Camelot. Granted, there weren't many dangers in Camelot, but the clumsy fool could find danger anywhere. With his luck, Arthur would bet that Merlin would trip over some stairs in the castle and wind up bleeding out! That could be remedied by assigning knights to guard Merlin at all times in Camelot and keeping Merlin physically by his side as much as he could. Merlin raised an eyebrow at his new guards and schedule, which kept him glued to Arthur's hip at all hours of the day, but otherwise said nothing (besides a little mocking about how Arthur couldn't get anything done without him. Arthur tried not to think about how the familiar taunt rang far more true than he had ever realized.).

(Merlin, on his end, took these measures as a sign that he had lost Arthur's trust with the admission of letting the dragon live. What else was he supposed to think about knights following him 24/7 and being kept in Arthur's line of sight more than ever before?! Merlin consoled himself that it was by far more lenience than he had been expecting. Arthur hadn't threatened him, he wasn't being executed or exiled, Arthur was still treating him as a friend, and he had every chance to earn Arthur's trust back again. Really, if his punishment as just having to be with his knight friends at all times, then he could happily live with that.)

Still, Arthur didn't know how to go about the final part of his plan: ensuring that Merlin would have an heir to inherit his dragonlord powers and keep Camelot standing for generations to come. Of all of the trials and quests he'd faced, this one seemed to be the most daunting of all: finding a woman attracted to Merlin.

Arthur eventually settled on a plan. He'd have Gwaine accompany Merlin on long walks around the castle and the lower town, and the knight would report back to Arthur on which ladies had caught Merlin's eye, and which ladies Merlin had caught the eye of. Gwaine had a way to spotting attraction between people, something he frequently used to gather ammunition to tease his fellow knights with. With any luck, there would be some overlap between the two lists, and they could find some nice woman for Merlin to settle down with.

After a few weeks, however, Arthur found himself having to re-evaluate his plan. While Gwaine had reported that there were a good number of young ladies in the lower town that seemed to fancy Merlin, Merlin didn't seem to have eyes for anyone, which made their mission trickier.

Eventually, Arthur resorted to inviting Merlin over for dinner with him and Gwen, hoping to flaunt to Merlin how great the married life was and how Merlin was getting older and was running out of time to settle down and have children. To his disappointment, Merlin didn't seem to get the hint, instead telling both of them how much he appreciated them including him in their time together when they didn't have to. Arthur had to swallow back frustrated screams at his friend's obliviousness.

(Gwen, meanwhile, was perplexed by Arthur's push for Merlin to find a wife. At first glance, she would think that Arthur was worried about Merlin never settling down and starting a family, which was something Gwen sometimes worried about as well.

However, Arthur's push was more vehement than a concerned friend's. There was something there, some underlying passion forcing him to push Merlin towards a wife.

When Gwen finally realized the truth behind Arthur's efforts, it broke her heart. Gwen knew that her husband could be a bit old-fashioned in some ways, and that the prejudices that he must have grown up with as a noble were not easily shaken off, but still, that wasn't an excuse to be homophobic towards Merlin!

Gwen had figured out about her friend's preferences during the Lamia's attack, since Merlin was the only man unaffected. Truthfully though, Gwen had suspected long before that, given how Merlin had looked at both Lancelot and Gwaine. And while it was shocking for Gwen, she would support her friend no matter what!

So, she was very disappointed in Arthur's behavior. Arthur must have somehow learned about Merlin's preference towards men during their last quest, and now he was trying to pressure Merlin into finding a wife! She agreed that Merlin deserved a lovely family, but Arthur should not force him into the nobility's narrow definition of family! If Merlin wanted his lovely family to involve a husband instead of a wife and that's what made him happy, then that is what they all should wholeheartedly accept!

Gwen really needed to give her husband a stern talking-to before he could hurt Merlin with his prejudice!)

(Merlin, meanwhile, is far too sleep-deprived and stressed over keeping Arthur safe and the prophecy to even think about romance or starting a family. His disaster bisexual ass has too much on his plate right now.)

So, Arthur tries everything he could think of to find Merlin a wife. Unfortunately, Arthur is not nearly as good of a wingman to Merlin as Merlin was to him. Arthur had hosted many balls and feasts, making sure to invite attractive ladies around Merlin's age, but Merlin didn't even bat an eye at any of them.

Perhaps the only thing more frustrating than Merlin's lack of attention towards any of the young ladies of the court was the fact that, now that Arthur was looking for signs of anyone's affection towards Merlin, he could see how many members of his own court were smitten with his manservant.

And Arthur was just baffled because how?! How was that possible?! That Merlin, a lanky beanpole of a man with a blinding smile and charming wit and unending loyalty and eyes he could get lost in...

Where was Arthur going with that? Oh right. Merlin, with all of the suaveness of a wet sock, was somehow the object of desire for most of the ladies in waiting. Arthur was entirely baffled by it.

And just when Arthur thought that it couldn't get any worse, it did. It got so much worse when his wife sat him down and started lecturing him for some sort of prejudice that he was showing against Merlin by pushing him towards a wife, because apparently Merlin's eyes didn't stray towards women at all.

Look, Arthur knew that some of his own knights preferred the company of men, and he wouldn't begrudge them something like that. To each their own. But if Camelot was going to still be standing for Arthur's heir, Merlin needed to sire a son of his own.

After Arthur explained to Gwen the situation that they were in with the great dragon still alive and Merlin's life being the only thing holding the beast back from destroying Camelot, Gwen also became grave with the realization that they were stuck without a solution that would keep Camelot safe for the next generations.

Arthur moped around for a few weeks, unable to think of a single solution for the situation he had found himself trapped in. How on earth was he supposed to get Merlin to have a biological son if Merlin doesn't even like women?!

Wait, but Merlin had liked a woman, at one point. Perhaps his preferences had changed, but at one point, he was willing to sacrifice himself, to willingly confess to sorcery in front of Uther Pendragon, in order to keep the woman he loved alive. And Arthur knew that love like that didn't die easily. And Arthur should know, since he loved the same woman in the same way.

From then on, Arthur kept a keen eye on Merlin and his wife. He knew that his wife would never be unfaithful to him with Merlin, and Merlin had been nothing but supportive towards Arthur and Gwen's relationship, even when Arthur himself had given up on it. Still, Arthur knew that if Merlin had eyes for one woman in the world, it would have to be Gwen. He saw the way that Merlin looked at Gwen sometimes. Merlin didn't look at any other woman that way.

Gwen had confessed that she had romantic feelings towards Merlin at one point, and Merlin certainly had some sort of feelings for Gwen that went beyond platonic. Arthur swallowed dryly as he thought about it. Could... could that be the only way?

(Cue slowburn Mergwenthur, with Arthur trying to set up Gwen and Merlin together with a heavy heart, while the other two are kinda oblivious and mistake it as Arthur wanting a threesome, which they would be more than happy to go along with, along with Arthur slowly realizing his own feelings for Merlin.)

(Meanwhile, since Arthur's crap at communicating, Merlin doesn't actually realize that it all started because they thought that they needed Merlin to have a son to keep Camelot safe from the dragon after Merlin was dead. Upon Arthur finally telling him, Merlin then has to awkwardly informs them that he's immortal and doesn't really need to sire an heir.

Arthur, understandably, screams into a pillow at the news that his efforts were pointless, while his lovers laugh gently at him and start kissing him to make up for all the stress he had to go through.)

And that's all for this au! I hoped you liked Arthur's himbo-ness shining through one again!

Thanks for reading through my ramblings! :D

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin au #merlin prompts #merthur #arwen #mergwenthur #mergwen

465 notes · View notes

serverusslaype · 1 year ago

Text

Shameless, pt. 6

snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

omg hey guys... after all the replies on the last update, i almost cried because i honestly did not expect this kind of reaction at all (what an emotional ass b*tch, i know). i can't believe people are reading this, it's mad to me. honestly. i appreciate you all so much, thank you for showing your support. i love you guys :') <3

here is part 6. i hope you enjoy it, reading your comments made me write this today and i think i'm happy with it. please let me know what you think! <3

LESGOOO!!

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you ran back to your quarters; your chest tightening with each strangled breath that you struggled to suck in. Merlin, how could you have been so foolish as to think that Severus Snape, of all people, would ever treat you differently? You really believed he could feel something for you? You had the word 'clown' stamped clearly on your forehead right now.

Even though the current moment was not something you would wish on your worst enemy, it couldn't have happened at a better time. The castle was empty of students - apart from the handful that stayed during the Christmas break - and you were free to run, crying carelessly, without the worry of being seen and ending up looking like some sort of lunatic. In your mind, you were beating yourself up; cursing yourself for reacting so fucking hysterically. Your mind was telling you that you had no reason to be acting like this, it's not like you were in love with the man - you merely had feelings for him. But it was a different story with your heart. In your heart, you felt like your reaction was valid. Your heart was screaming at you, saying you're not stupid for feeling so betrayed and hurt by Snape's sudden change in demeanour. You were right to cry; to feel like you'd just been punched in the gut. Your heart and mind were in a brutal, relentless war with each other, and it was tiring.

Gods, you felt like such an idiot, why did you even bother going down with that plate of damned food? After all of the hurtful comments he made towards you, why did you even still waste your time with him? All of the red flags were on display like a high-street shop window yet you still ignored them. Your altruistic, caring, empathetic little self got you hurt again.

You slowed to a stop, stumbling to a column of stone in front of you, hidden in the shadows. You leant against it, trying to slow your racing mind.

"Y/N?" A soft, worried voice called from behind you, tearing you from your destructive thoughts. You froze. Whoever had just caught you having a little breakdown wasn't who you wanted it to be. Even though he was sending you on a rollercoaster of emotions right now, you still wished it was Severus that had just called your name. As you were leant against the stone column with a strained palm, your head dropped down in a feeble attempt to hide your distraught face. "Hi Hagrid." You sighed softly, voice quiet and timid. Slowly, you lifted your head up, wiping away your tears with rough fingers. You turned around with a weak smile and reddened eyes and saw the half-giant gamekeeper stood still with a twist of confusion and sadness sat on his face. His brows knitted together in sympathy as his eyes fell on your puffy, wet eyes.

"Oh, Y/N, whatever's the matter?" Hagrid asked quietly in his thick Scottish accent, taking a step towards you slowly, as if you were a scared animal.

"I'm not sure I want to say." You said, a pathetic laugh falling from your lips as you grinned stupidly at your ridiculous state. Hagrid's mouth twitched downwards. "It's… complicated."

"You don't have t'explain. Would you like to join me for a cuppa? I was just headin' back," Hagrid said, holding up a dead and limp ferret in his hand, "just finished gettin' some ferrets for Buckbeak. He loves these things he does." He laughed happily, a toothy grin appearing on his face as his eyes twinkled. You couldn't help but smile wider at him. Hagrid always made you feel better, his energy was just so undeniably positive and happy.

"I think I'd like that." You nodded, swallowing down your cries. Hagrid beckoned you towards him with a welcoming arm. You gladly accepted and stepped towards him, a few fresh tears leaving your eyes.

"Where's that 'appy little Hufflepuff we all know n' love?" The gamekeeper placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze as you laughed. "There she is!" He beamed as the two of you began to walk in the direction of the forest.

"Do you think Buckbeak will remember me, Hagrid?" You asked curiously, sniffling as you stared at the gravelly ground the pair of you were strolling on.

"Oh, I'm sure 'e will, you know, you were one of 'is favourites back when you were studying here at Hogwarts." Hagrid assured you with a hearty chuckle. You glanced up at him, surprised.

"One of his favourites? Are you sure?" You frowned, a doubtful and brief laugh falling from your lips.

"I'm almost cert'n, actually." Hagrid smiled down at you. "He'll cheer you up, that's f'sure. Better than I can!" He added, prompting you to shake your head at him. For a clever man, Hagrid is quite painfully oblivious sometimes.

"Don't be silly, Hagrid, you always put a smile on everyone's face." You protested his words quite sternly. Hagrid's bushy brows raised slightly in surprise at your tone.

"I appreciate that, Y/N, really, I do. Sometimes I can't help but feel a little useless 'ere sometimes. I mean, all o' ya are professors of import'nt subjects," He explained, glancing down at you for a moment. Again, you were already shaking your head at him. "I take care o' the creatures 'nd the grounds o'course, but there's times where I feel like I can do so much more. I mean, Care o' Magical Creatures ain't really a life skill tha' people need." Hagrid shrugged lightly as the two of you neared the pathway into the forest that was rather dim looking due to it being mid-Winter. The chilly breeze began to bite at your cheeks, painting them rosy.

"Perhaps not for most students, but it is for students that have dreams of opening up a… zoo of some sort, or maybe they're a budding Magizoologist! There are so many options, I just don't think you realise." You said, stopping in your tracks to let Hagrid go first. You followed him once he was in front of you.

"I s'ppose." Hagrid nodded as you watched his frizzy, long and bush-like hair bouncing on his upper back. There was several seconds of silence before you decided to bite the bullet and ask about the man who'd caused you grief earlier this afternoon.

"Do you talk to Snape much?" You asked, wincing as you spoke his name. Your heart betrayed you as it began to speed up in pace, anxiously awaiting Hagrid's answer.

"Not particularly," Hagrid replied as the two of you continued walking through the forest. The sun had started to set, casting a growing shadow over the woody scenery before you. "'e's not the friendliest o' people." He added with a dry chuckle.

"Yeah." Was all you said before Hagrid stopped and turned around, almost making you stumble into him.

"Did 'e say somethin' 'orrible to ya?" Hagrid asked sternly, genuinely concerned. His Scottish accent had become thicker out of anger.

"No! No, I was just… curious." You replied, your eyes twitching as you glanced between Hagrid's worrisome eyes and the soil beneath the soles of your shoes. Hagrid stood still for a moment, his eyes scrutinising you. It felt horribly similar to someone else.

"Okay. Well, if he does. You tell me, alright?" The gamekeeper said sternly once more, tone very serious, yet it had a twinge of concern wrapped up within it. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, and nodded quickly. "Alright, good."

"Thanks, Hagrid." You said quietly, almost on the verge of tears again. Your mind was instantly reeling back to the moment Snape had told you to leave, mere seconds after dancing with you. Gods, what the hell did you do to make him change so… rapidly? He was smiling and laughing!

A few more steps and you'd found Buckbeak who was happily laid down beside a tree, leaning against the humungous trunk with tired eyes. "There ya'are, Buckbeak, we been lookin' for ya all over!" Hagrid beamed, that happy smile back on his face. A smile picked at your lips as you watched him walk over to his beloved pet, dangling a ferret out of his hand. Buckbeak almost immediately stood up at the sight of either Hagrid or the ferret - you had money on the ferret, no disrespect to Hagrid. He chirped and bounced over to Hagrid before halting to bow. Hagrid returned the gesture and proceeded to throw the dead ferret in the air. Buckbeak gracefully leaped up, flapping his gargantuan wings and caught the treat with a echoey clop from his beak, a cloud of dust emitting from his ill-assorted feet as they hit the ground with a muted thud. "Sucha' good boy."

You'd forgotten how magnificent Buckbeak truly was. "He's still so beautiful." You commented, stepping towards the creature cautiously. Hagrid turned to look at you with a bright, gappy-toothed grin.

"He is." Hagrid agreed proudly, turning back to admire Buckbeak. It warmed your heart, almost making you forget about the whole ordeal earlier on. "Want ta say 'ello?"

"Always," You smiled, stepping to stand beside Hagrid. You bowed to Buckbeak who was currently staring at you with beady, curious eyes, pawing at the ground with his talons absentmindedly. "Hi Buckbeak, remember me?" You said slowly, staying where you were stood, a little worried of his reaction. Hagrid frowned down at you and gave you a shove towards the beast, in which Buckbeak flared his wings suddenly out of fright. You gasped.

"S'alright, he won't 'urt ya." Hagrid soothed. You swallowed and stepped closer to the creature and held out your hand. "It's Y/N, Y/N L/N, boy, d'ya remember 'er?" He asked giddily. Buckbeak squawked, his head twitching in every direction as he stared at you. He froze for a moment before chirping happily and bounding over to you.

"Hey, boy!" You giggled as Buckbeak pressed his cold, smooth beak against your cheek, chirping once more as he recognised you. "It's been a long time, I know, I'm sorry." Another ticklish giggle escaped your lips as he lowered his head to nudge your hand, encouraging you to pet him. You did so, raising your hand to tickle his neck. You watched as your fingers disappeared beneath his thick coat of silver-grey feathers, giving him a scratch just below his ear.

"Told ya 'e had a soft spot f'ya." Hagrid said knowingly, swaying back and forth on his heels. "Want ta' feed 'im?" He asked, holding out a ferret. You glanced at Hagrid and nodded eagerly, holding out your hands. He chucked it to you and you reached up your hands to grab it, taking a step back from Buckbeak.

"Are you a good boy, Buckbeak?" You hummed happily, waving the limp ferret at him. He squawked softly at you, as if to say 'Give me the damn ferret! Stop waving it in my face!'. A grin broke out on your face and you threw the small carcass lightly in the air, watching in awe as Buckbeak leaped up to catch it once more.

Once night had fallen, Hagrid and you headed back to his hut for a drink of wine, since you both agreed it was too late for tea. The two of you were now sat merrily around his rickety, circular wooden dining table, a glass of sweet Elven wine in your hands. Loud, careless laughter erupted from your lips as Hagrid told you a story of how he caught Benjamin Bluewater - surprise, surprise - in the act of planting a magical fart bomb on Professor McGonagall's chair in her classroom.

"I tell ya', Y/N, tha' boy was a menace!" Hagrid boomed with raucous laughter, leaning back in his chair. You joined him, wiping a stray tear from your eye as your laughter died down. "Ain't never seen 'im look so terrified in all 'is life when I found 'im."

"Y'know," You slurred, smacking your lips together as you tried to wet them. "He also pranked Snape in, err, fourth year I think." You snickered, clenching your jaw slightly as your chest tightened at the mention of his name. You might have been drunk, but it still hurt to think about him. "Bluewater seemed to favour the foul-smelling pranks."

"Yeah," Hagrid sighed, staring out of the window in a drunken, hazy state. He waited a moment before turning back to you, taking another sip of his wine, tutting. "Who was yer favourite teacher then?"

"McGonagall, definitely," You answered quickly, a brief, drunk giggle escaping your lips. Hagrid smiled at you; happy you were feeling a little better. "I'd always got along well with her, and I still do now."

"Minerva's'a sweet soul." Hagrid nodded, his eyes growing lazy as the wine was beginning to take effect.

"Yes, she's… lovely." You agreed, drawling slightly, noticing Hagrid's tired state as you looked at him. "I… think I'm going to… make a move, Hagrid." You announced, sipping your wine again. Hagrid was swaying in his seat currently, absolutely hammered. You snorted loudly at him, catching his attention as his head snapped towards you.

"Wha'?" He slurred, giggling like a child.

"Nothin', nothing," You grinned to yourself, standing up with the glass of wine in your hand, swaying slightly. You quickly downed the rest of it and placed it sloppily on the wooden table, wincing a little as it almost broke. "Thanks for this evening Hagrid, it was bloody brilliant. And the wine," you said, grabbing the wine glass again, holding it up heavy-handedly, "the wine was bloody brilliant too." You giggled again, losing your composure as you looked to the gamekeeper who was now blinking each eye manually. You placed the glass down on the table, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. "Oh my gods, Hagrid, please, get to bed."

"No, am fine! I'll see yee' out," He squeezed his eyes shut and stood up from the table, stumbling through his hut to reach the front door, wine glass still in hand. You had to hold back a snicker as he almost tripped over Fang.

Hagrid held out his arms rather widely, eyes shut and a big dopey smile on his face. You gave him a big hug and stepped back, patting his arm. "Thanks again, Hagrid, see ya tomorrow." You grinned drunkenly at him, stumbling through his door and down the steps. You gasped slightly as your foot hit the soft, uneven grass. The sound of Hagrid shutting his door with a loud, accidental slam startled you slightly as you jumped, quickly turning around to spot Hagrid waving out his window at you. He looked like one of those oriental waving-cat statues you'd find in Muggle store windows. You laughed again and waved, beginning to walk back to the castle carefully, albeit rather drunkenly.

You were alone with your thoughts again as you walked up the grassy hills, the cold and chilly air beginning to freeze you. As you started to chill, you increased your pace slightly, breaking into a jog. The ground beneath you began to spin.

Gods, you were fucking wasted. That damned elven wine.

"Oh, shit," You choked out as you tripped up the stone steps, landing on your hands and knees. You winced slightly at the sharp pain shooting through your limbs, and slowly got up, a loud and tired sigh leaving your lungs. "Shit."

"Professor L/N?" A familiar, irritating voice came from your right as you entered the castle, the comforting warmth engulfing your body.

Fuck me, really?

"Lockhart." You smiled awkwardly at him, trying to stand up straight and act… as sober as possible.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing awake at this time?" He asked suspiciously, eyeing your swaying body.

"Err," You swallowed, your mind racing. "I went for a walk." You said, hoping he couldn't hear how drunk you were.

"At…" he glanced at his pocket watch, "One thirty in the morning?" Lockhart frowned, his ginger-blonde brows furrowing together. You stared at him back with wide eyes, saying nothing.

"Yep. Couldn't sleep!" Was all you said before you quickly took off in the direction of your quarters. Your bed was screaming your name right now and you were eager to answer it's calls. You left Lockhart stood there, utterly confused. You couldn't care less though. As you were rushing off, you realised you hadn't asked him why he was up so late. Bastard, you thought as you speedily walked to your room, deep in your own thoughts.

As you turned a corner, you walked straight into a hard wall of cloth. You winced and fell backwards from the speed you'd bumped into it.

"Ow," you mumbled, rubbing your forehead, "what…?" You opened your eyes to a shroud of black, your heart dropping immediately.

"You should watch where you're going, Professor L/N." Snape's cold voice said, making your stomach do anxious backflips. He has the goddamn nerve…

"Seriously?" You gawked at the Potions Master, that same old feeling of rage boiling in your chest again as you messily stood up, straightening out your robes. "After what happened-" You hiccupped, earning a confused frown from Snape. "-happened earlier, you're going to act like you don't… even know me?" You questioned him angrily, pointing a finger in his face. The alcohol-infused confidence and boldness was in full effect right now.

"I've no idea what you're talking about, Professor L/N." Snape scowled at you, glaring at the finger that was pointed straight at him.

"God, you're such an arse!" You cried out with bitterness, a fresh surge of frustration rushing through you as your hands ran through your hair. Once more, he'd made you cry. Tears were welling in your eyes as you inhaled softly, trying to collect yourself. "How could I even…" You stopped yourself, your lungs burning as you sobbed quietly. "Why did you tell me to leave earlier?" You demanded, inhaling deeply, standing back as you swayed on your feet; eyes glossy.

"You should retire to bed, Professor L/N, you wouldn't want any of your students to witness you in this… embarrassing state." Snape sneered at you. He knew you were drunk. Your lips parted in slight shock as you stared up at him in utter disbelief. Gods, you wanted to curse him so fucking bad right now; the feeling was so overwhelmingly strong that you felt yourself reaching for your wand.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Snape warned.

"Do what?…" You repeated quietly, slurring, fire in your eyes. This only enraged Snape further, pushing him to place a hand on your shoulder and shove you backwards against the stone wall behind you. A strained grunt left your lips as your back collided rather harshly with it. Tears brimmed your eyes.

"Don't. Do. It." He hissed, his face mere centimetres away from yours.

And here you were again. Angry. Inches away from each other. Backed up against a wall. His intoxicating scent making you breathless.

You clenched your jaw harshly, tilting your chin up in defiance, refusing to break eye contact as Snape glared harrowingly into your teary eyes. If he was being honest, your lips looked insanely kissable right now, and the tension between you two was driving him fucking insane. Your lip twitched as you continued to stare him down, silently challenging him. Snape could smell the alcohol on your breath and it maddened him.

Why were you coming back to the castle so late at night, drunk out of your goddamn mind? Have you no fucking brain at all?

You sent his mind into a complete mess. Before he got to know you, he was fine, he felt nothing - the word 'feelings' was not in his vocabulary. He didn't hold his breath each time you met his eyes with your curious ones, he didn't feel his heart skip a beat each time you smiled prettily at him and most of all, he didn't feel like dying each time he saw you talking to someone other than him - not that he made it easy for you. He knew he was wrong for feeling that way, and he knew perfectly well that he couldn't have you. But, Merlin, did he want you. He despised - bordering on hate - how easily you broke down his defences and the walls he'd spent years upon years building, protecting himself from the past. Now, he had to push you away to protect you and to save himself the pain. Was it selfish? Absolutely. But was it also selfless? He wasn't so sure.

"Why do you treat me like this, Severus?" You whispered, your brows furrowing a tad as you slumped against the wall drunkenly; the sadness in your voice playing with Snape's cold heart. He absolutely loathed the way you said his name. Each time it fell from your lips, his knees felt like buckling.

Snape said nothing in reply to you.

"Answer me!" You cried, your hands grabbing onto his cloak helplessly as the corners of your mouth tugged downwards; your breath shaky and shallow.

"I treat you the same as anybody else." He said calmly.

"Oh yeah, do you fuckin' dance with Dumbledore in his office, then kick him out without a reason?" You said angrily, slurring your words slightly. Alcohol had loosened your lips.

"Keep your voice down, L/N." Snape warned, his hand tightening around your arm. You swallowed.

"Why? Scared someone will hear us?" You seethed with a blurring vision, ignoring his warning, placing your palms against his chest in a weak attempt to push him backwards and away from you. It felt like pushing against a gigantic boulder. He was incredibly strong. Snape pulled you from the wall and down a darkened corridor, throwing you against another wall. You caught yourself with your hands, your palms splayed out in front of you. You quickly turned around so your back was against the wall. Snape stormed towards you, making your heart pound in your ears.

"Why can't you follow simple instructions?" He returned your vicious attitude, glaring ruthlessly. Your whole body shivered under his gaze.

"Why can't you just be nice to me?!" You exclaimed, growing tired as the tears began to pour from your eyes. Your feelings were becoming uncontrollable and the booze you'd consumed was not helping. "What have I done to you?"

Snape was growing angrier and angrier by the second with you. He couldn't handle much more.

"What more do you want from me, Y/N?!" He hissed at you, his voice strained and almost pained.

Silence swallowed the both of you, your lips quivering as you stared up at him with tear-stained cheeks. Snape's chest tightened with what felt like guilt as he looked at you with uncaring eyes. It felt like an eternity had passed as the two of you stood in the dimly-lit corridor, staring at each other, silent as a mouse.

"I…" You croaked, shutting your mouth almost immediately, pursing your lips. The wine was coursing through you freely now, silently encouraging you to make bad decisions. It was egging you on, whispering into your vulnerable ears like a devil sat on your shoulder. You let your eyes drop to Snape's mouth, resisting the relentless and burning urge to just lean forward and kiss him. In fact, you felt like it was suffocating you. The tension between you two was uncomfortably rife and you were dying to soothe it.

You looked back up into his eyes, you chest rising and falling heavily as you inched your head forwards. Your eyes dropped back down to his lips again. Snape's breath hitched as he watched you tip your head toward him. You were about to close the gap between you two when his sharp voice cut through the blanket of silence.

"You're drunk, Y/N." Severus whispered. Instantly, you reeled back, your eyes snapping up to his. You could almost swear you saw a flash of sadness within them. "Go." Shit, you should not have done that.

"Snape, I…" You whispered back, an overwhelming feeling of regret sinking into your bones.

"Go." He said sternly, stepping away, putting distance in between the two of you. Gods, you really fucked up. Fuck, what the hell were you thinking? Trying to kiss him after what happened earlier? You were absolutely wasted.

Instantly, you slipped away from him, hurriedly walking in the direction of your quarters. You wanted to run away so fucking bad right now, hide in a hole, bury your face and never come out. Tears burned your eyes again and your throat tightened. The embarrassment you felt right now was eating you alive like a parasite.

part 7!

okay there it is... part 6... we're slowly getting somewhere B) hopefully you all don't hate me anymore :( pls

thank you for reading, let me know what you thought!! <3

taglist:

@a-laufeyson

@emilynissangtr

@livillain00

@meowskii

@nooneeveryonenoone

@vesperbatty

@biggest-simp-eversposts

@881127fara

@freshmoneyalmondathlete

@sonoluvr22

@v3lv3tvampir3

@lashipperrubia

@camilla-black

@acakius

@hiddlestonspassionsackx

@tellatubbies

511 notes · View notes

mastermindmiko · 1 year ago

Text

Potions Partners (The final part)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

word count: 2821

Warnings: the ending, mentions of death, FLUFF, an emotional author's note at the end

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck feel free to check out my masterlist where you can also find all the parts to this series.

Requests are open

The chatter is too loud to her ears, and she can hear some shouts along with some whispers. She can hear a loud voice as she blinks her eyes open, feeling the bright light penetrate her eyes, causing her to frown. She hears her brother’s voice say, pointedly, “I told you to give her a bit.”

“She was dead, and you’re unreliable.” Draco, she recognises

“Unreliable? says the death eater.”

“I’ve never gotten revenge for all those cuts you gave me, you better watch your back-”

“Stop bickering!” Hermione

“Is there any food here?” Ron asks, and she hears a slap, she assumes it’s Hermione scolding him. She opens her eyes and around her in a circle is Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco. She sees them all smiling and she frowns, “What are all of you so happy about?”

“You’re alive.” Draco says, happily. She feels him squeeze her hands, comfortingly. She sees Harry glare at him and he folds his hands over his chest. Harry says, in a know-it-all tone that he’s surely picked up from Hermione, “I told you she would.”

“What happened?” She says, sitting up, feeling her head swirl around her. Hermione was the only one being helpful, lifting her head up and supporting it with a pillow from behind her back. She sends her friend a grateful smile. Harry said, “You died then came back, just like I knew you would.”

Harry sends Draco a pointed look at the end of his sentence. Draco rolled his eyes and instead focused on observing her, marvelling at her with loving eyes. She frowns, confused, “How?”

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later when you’re not just back from the dead, but long story short, I died and came back and since we’re connected, you kind of just had an extra life lying around and you used it up, so no funny business.” Harry explains, and she nods her head in understanding.

“Is he gone?” she asks, talking about Voldemort and grins break out on all their faces. Hermione nods her head, and a smile breaks out on Y/N’s face. She resists the urge of letting the tears of joy come out. Draco smiles and gives her a peck, not being able to resist her cute smile. Harry exclaims, “Woah, woah, woah. Stop with the public displays of affection-”

“I swear to Merlin, Potter, I will kill you right now, and you won’t be coming back.” Draco threatens, standing up, gripping his wand. Y/N’s eyes widen and she grasps Draco’s hand, taking his wand out of his hand, and grounding him next to her. She sighs, “Why are you two bickering this much?”

“Your brother was being an insensitive idiot.”

“Your boyfriend was being a whiny git.”

They both say at the same time then throw glares at each other glares. She ignores them both and turns to her sane friend and asks her, “Hermione, would you care to explain?”

“When you died, Draco got all sad which is valid, but Harry was still bossing him around telling him to fight or do something rather than cry over your corpse. Harry kept telling Draco that you would come back, but he didn’t believe him so he turned his nose into a pig’s nose.” Hermione explains, helpfully. Y/N sees Harry rubbing his nose sadly while Draco looks smug.

She looks around and doesn’t notice their surroundings. Her face comforts into confusion as she notices the weird appearance of the room. The walls are a neutral colour, but the dresser, closet and door were black. On the side of the room there was a bookshelf and on the other side there was a collection of records. She recognised them as her favourite records. She asks, “Where are we?”

Harry, Ron and Hermione look at Draco who is a blushing mess. Draco looks to the floor and Hermione places each of her hands on one of the boy’s shoulders. She says, “Let’s leave them to it, boys.”

Ron and Harry leave the room behind Hermione, but not before Harry turns and gives Draco a glare. Draco doesn’t pay him any mind and he grinds his teeth over each other anxiously. The door closes and she looks at him expectantly. He stutters, “Uh, r-remember a while after we broke up, after divination when I told you that I needed to talk to you.”

She goes through her memories and nods her head. His blush turns a darker shade of red. She holds his hand in hope that it would bring him comfort, but instead it makes him more shy. He gives her a nervous smile as he continues, “Professor Trelawney told me that she made a prophecy and that we would end up together.”

Her eyes widened at the declaration and he continued, “Well, after you didn’t talk to me, I kind of had a lot of time to myself. I had hope that we would get back together, and uh you know- spend the rest of your lives together, so I splurged a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I bought us a house, this house.” Draco said, quickly, some part of him hoping that she wouldn’t hear the words properly. Her eyes widen and he rubs his hands over his face. He groans, “I know, I know, I’m moving too fast, but in my defence, everyone in my family got engaged at seventeen- not that this is a proposal because when I do propose, it’ll be much more romantic-”

He cuts himself off when she reaches a hand to hold his face. She gives him a smile, and it’s loving and humorous. She lets out a chuckle and says, “Draco…it’s okay. Calm down.”

He exhales loudly and he nods his head. She kisses him, and she can feel him smile against her lips. It doesn’t last for long, but when they pull apart, she brings her bottom lip between her teeth, and she says, “I don’t mean to ruin the moment or anything, but I don’t think I’m ready to get engaged any time soon. Can you wait?”

“Darling, I was made for you. I’d wait as long as you’d like me to.” he says, and her heart flutters at his words. She waits a few moments then she says, “I might not be ready for that, but how do you feel about adopting a kid?”

“Uhh”

***

“Teddy, I swear to merlin, I will take away your broom, if you don’t come down here this second!” She shouts at him and he comes down the stairs with two big suitcases in each of his hands. He drags them down the stairs, causing loud thuds every time.

She huffs at the loud noise and folds her arms in front of her chest. Teddy finally sets his suitcases on the ground but looks to find out that he’s being looked at disapprovingly. She taps her foot on the ground and says, “What do you need two suitcases for?”

“To carry all my things because you’re giving me away.” he says with a fake pout that he uses on Draco all the time to get what he wants. She rolls her eyes and places the suitcases on the ground. The opens both of them up and finds that they’re both filled with only toys and books, no clothes except for one pair of underpants. She looks at him with a glare and he gives her a nervous smile. She huffs as she takes out the numerous toys, “We’re not giving you away, you’re going to live with Harry for a month then you’ll be back here with us.”

“I don’t get why you’re leaving for a month.” Teddy grumbles as he helps take out the toys from the suitcase only leaving the toys that he absolutely needed, same for the books. The front door opens and Draco says, “Because I’m taking Y/N on a vacation.”

“Why?” Teddy asks, as he goes to Draco. Draco just came back from work, sending in a notice that he won’t be able to work at the hospital for a month. Draco ruffles Teddy’s blue hair, and he lifts him up in his arms. He answers, “Because we got married.”

“Why?”

“Because we love each other, and she finally decided to day yes-”

She looks up at him, standing up. Pointing her wand at the no longer needed objects sending them up back to Teddy’s room. She interrupts her husband and rolls her eyes, “you didn’t wait that long.”

“I’ve waited for seven years!” he says, exasperated. “Everyone got married before us! But it’s fine, we did it now, no use crying over spilt milk.” Teddy giggles at Draco’s emotional rollercoaster of a monologue then he squirms a bit, making Draco set him back down.

“Okay, Teddy, go upstairs and get some actual clothes. And only one suitcase.” She orders him and Teddy groans, angrily, stomping his foot then storming up the stairs. Draco wraps his arms around her from behind holding her hand over her stomach. He plays with their wedding bands and his green ring that’s still on her finger, except now it’s moved a finger. Draco whispers, “You’re too harsh on him.”

“I am not.” she replies, sternly and she turns around to give his shoulder a light slap. He looks at her endearingly and he says, shrugging his shoulders, “I like the kid.”

“I like him too, but the only reason you like him is because he’s like you!” she says, and presses her pointer to his shoulder. He raises his hands up, in surrender, but his lips form a smirk, knowing that she’s completely correct. She seethes, “You spoil him!”

“I like the kid.” he repeats again, knowing that it’s going to get him nowhere. She rolls her eyes, and says, “It took Andromeda a lot of convincing to show her that Teddy would be in good hands, and you went and ruined him with your gifts. What type of seven year old has a broom and a mini quidditch pitch in their backyard!”

“The type that I helped raise, my love.” he says, and he pulls her closer to him by her waist. He presses a kiss to her forehead and her frustration melts away. He whispers, “You should start packing, my wife. Did you tell the ministry that you’ll be taking time off?”

“I just told Hermione to inform my boss.” she says, playing with his tie. He hums satisfied, and he presses a loving peck to her lips. He plays with a strand of her hair, saying, “I hear France is lovely-”

“You would know, you’ve been there before-”

“Hush, my darling.” he interrupts her, pressing a finger to her lips. She reaches out to bite it away from her lips, but by now all of her reactions have become predictable and he moves his fingers away quickly, setting his hand on her cheek. He continues, undeterred, “We’ll spend a whole month together, alone, uninterrupted-”

“I like the sound of that.” she says, and he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. They were interrupted by a scream. Teddy was standing with his clothes on the floor, he presumably dropped them, with his hands over his eyes. He shouts, “Couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes till Harry was here to take me?!”

“Now, now, Teddy, stop overreacting. It’s fine.” Draco says, taking a step away from Y/N in order for Teddy to feel more comfortable. Teddy raises a finger away from his eyes and looks at them, sceptically. He then takes his hands away from his eyes. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them in the yellow bag he has.

Teddy had nearly two of everything. One yellow, and one red, each to represent a colour of his parents’ house. Draco always internally wanted him to be a Slytherin like him, that he would rub off on Teddy enough for that to happen. Y/N always knew he would be a Hufflepuff. They had a bet. If Teddy was a Slytherin, Y/N would do anything Draco liked for a whole day, but if Y/N won, Draco would have to take her on a trip.

The clothes Teddy brought weren’t nearly enough for a month, he loves to play which meant that he goes through clothes pretty fast. She looks at Teddy and asks, “Is that all the clothes you’ve got?”

“No, I’ve got more. I’ll bring them down.” he says, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away, heading towards the stairs then he turns around to point at them both, threatening, “You two better be at least five feet apart when I get back.”

He runs up the stairs and Y/N tells him to be careful. Teddy wasn’t down when Harry opens the door to the house and barges in, rudely like a true brother. He has sunglasses on. Teddy loved that Harry was an Auror, he thought he was so cool. Harry always made an effort to make him believe that more.

“Potter.” Draco greets, and Harry takes off his glasses, folding them over his shirt, making them hang there. He quirked an eyebrow at him and replies, “Malfoy.”

“Female Potter-” Harry greets his sister, and Draco tuts as he makes his way towards his wife. He looks at Harry with a smug grin as he wraps his arms around her waist. Harry glared at him before Draco said, “Wrong. It’s Malfoy, now.”

“Y/N Malfoy. Has a lovely ring to it, doesn’t it?” Draco teases Harry, watching as Harry’s eye twitches as his hands stay beside him, fisted. The teasing made her laugh at her brother’s expression, but made her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. They hear Teddy stomping down the stairs, he grumbles, “Hey! What happened to being five feet apart?”

They turn to look at him, making him notice the new person that has appeared behind him. Teddy’s face turns into a grin, and he once again drops his clothes on the floor, causing Y/N to sigh and runs to Harry. Harry lifts Teddy up over his shoulders, holding him by his ankles and for a second mid-lift she was sure Teddy would fall. She took a few steps forward and seethed at Harry, “Be careful.”

“You worry too much, Y/N.” Harry laughs as Teddy starts playing with his hair. Teddy takes Harry’s glasses from his shirt and puts it on his head. They were way too big for him, and it makes him look adorable. Teddy folds his arms over his chest, and repeats in a deeper voice, trying to be more like Harry, “You worry too much, Y/N.”

“Is his bag ready?” Harry asks her before she could scold him, and she looks back to find Draco fixing his bag for him. He hands the yellow suitcase to Harry. Harry hoists it up easily with one hand and he turns around with Teddy still on his shoulders. Y/N said, “Bye Teddy!”

He lifts his hands up to wave at her, and Harry takes a few more steps before Teddy starts shouting and squirming on top of his shoulders, “Wait! Wait! Put me down.”

Harry sets Teddy on the ground and he runs back inside the house. He hugs Y/N first and she wraps her arms around him, tightly. She presses a kiss to his head, and she doesn’t let him go. Teddy struggles for a second before stopping and saying, “It’s Draco’s turn now.”

“Draco can wait.” She says, firmly as she starts patting Teddy’s little head, watching as the blue colour starts to turn to pink, he’s shy. Teddy slips from her grasp by falling to the floor, escaping her tight grip. He gives Draco a hug and Draco ruffles his hair. Teddy waves goodbye another time then he walks out the house.

Teddy gets into the magic car that Mrs Weasley gave Harry as a wedding gift and Y/N watches as they fly away. She sighs, sadly, and Draco goes to wrap his arms around her in a hug from behind. He sways with her from side to side, hoping that it would calm her down. She rests her arms on his own, and he holds his hand.

“You know, you wouldn’t have to worry about him if there was someone else with him, so they could look after each other…” Draco trailed off as his hand moved down to her stomach. She grabbed his hand and pressed a loving kiss on it with a smile. Draco’s face brightened, expectantly before her smile dropped and she patted his hand twice, “I’m not getting pregnant Draco.”

She walks away and he frowns. She climbs up the stairs, planning to start getting her packing done. He could hear her footsteps get distant when he shouts, “It’s fine! I can wait another seven years.”

an: my god. I wrote this a while ago and now I'm editing it also a while before I post it, but, my god, I just love this thing so much, especially this chapter. There were so many times when I thought that this part could be better, but's just the perfectionist in me. I loved writing it from the first chapter to the last chapter, and I hope you loved reading it too. Y/N and Draco broke up and got back together a lot, trust me, I'm aware, but I hope you enjoyed them in both their ups and downs. If you read all the way till the end, I just want to say thank you. I can't believe that this story is over, every time I restart reading it for editing reasons, I get so attached and I feel my heart break every time I reach the end. Once again, I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it, and thank you for reaching the end of this journey with me, it's a small journey, but that doesn't mean it meant any less to me.

58 notes · View notes

savingsallow · 1 month ago

Note

*inhales & slams open the door*

HI ITS ME!! GIMME:

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

6. Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

9. If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

13. What is something they find hot about their S/O?

21. Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

29. What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

51. Are there any characters who ship them? 89. Would they ever consider marriage?

For Valreth thank you 🫡🤍🫵🏻

AAAA IT'S BESTIE! 😏🤭 love the dramatic entrance ❤️‍🔥

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

(1) WHO FELL FIRST? WHO FELL HARDER?

garreth definitely fell first, that's for sure!

as for val, once she realized her heart beats for garreth, well.. girl fell HARD

then as they spend more time together after hogwarts, it's safe to say that both fell for the other really bad. so bad it's good 🤪✨

(6) THE "WORM" QUESTION 🪱

despite val needing more emotional comfort, garreth is the one who often went along with the random wave of insecurity hole.

i can imagine garreth asking this to val, and she goes like "then you'll be my favorite worm". then garreth hitting her with the "but you hate worms".

she'd most likely shushed him like this emoji 🤫 and say something like "i hate idiots but i love you". then proceeds to burst out a quick hearty laugh and cuddles him 🫂

(9) HOW WOULD THEY SIT IF THERE AREN'T ENOUGH SEATS?

they both offer the other to take the seat, but it ends up with val getting the seat while garreth just sits on the floor.

garreth would sit first and give her the look 👀 and val, this kid won't even hesitate to sit on the added layer of the 'chair'.

(13) FINDS HOT ABOUT THEIR PARTNER

good question! 😏

val: beside his good looks, she has always been *secretly* a sucker for his chaotic dumbass energy. it's garreth's passion for doing what he loves (potion-making) and his perseverance that makes val go 😳✨

that and what he looks like while he makes them potions 🤪

garreth: despite him worrying a lot about val's 'adventures', he does find it hot that she can take care of herself and *coughs* the disheveled look after combating merlin knows who or what.

(21) INITIATE INTIMACY FIRST

garreth being garreth. naturally, he initiates intimacy first! whether it's a conversation, action, etc., garreth always makes the first move! which is surprising, even for val 😳

(29) INSECURITY THEY HOLD ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

val can't help but dwell sometimes on the fact that her family doesn't really like garreth at all. knowing the blacks, they'd prefer someone from a higher standing in society type of partner for her.

as for garreth, sometimes he thinks that he's not good enough for val.

(51) CHARACTERS THAT SHIP THEM

npc wise, natty and nellie are their biggest supporters!

as for her mc friends, i think alyn @ps-cactus & tori @espressoristretto-patronum ships them! and also cass @acslytherpuff (yours 🤭) but more of secretly shipping them 🤪. guys correct me if i'm wrong 🤣🫶🏻✨

(89) MARRIAGE

yes!!! they're both open to the idea :D

although, i must admit that i haven't worked out this part yet 😅 but they'll definitely get married in their late 20s.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

— i hope you enjoyed reading this! ❤️‍🔥

#val x gar crumbs #valreth #valentine black #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #gryffindor

13 notes · View notes

artemisia-black · 10 months ago

Note

That comment you made about Sirius being mild on Reg, considering what he did actually made me realise that he is sometimes a bit hypocritical or at least lets his personal like and dislike for people influence his judgement over their actions. Like, with Snape even years later Sirius still rants about how he always had his nose in the dark arts and constantly voices his disgusts over him once working with Voldemort as a teenager, when everything implies that Regulus was just as obsessed with Voldemort and also joined him right out of school, probably even killed or at least campaigned against Muggle-borns. But he only gets labelled affectionatelly a stupid idiot, like joining the death eaters was just some typical teenage carelessness. (Don't get me wrong I Iove Sirius but he seems to have very conflicting morals sometimes)

This cognitive dissonance is what makes Sirius feel so real to me. And it is also an indication that his feelings for his family (and especially Regulus) are quite complex. Regulus joined the organisation that supported the man that killed James and Lily. While it can be argued that he was downplaying Regulus's crimes for Harry's sake, Sirius is so readable to Harry that his emotions would be evident. It is also interesting that Regulus's room is untouched even though Sirius slings out Arcturus's Order of Merlin.

Sirius is a logical person (figuring out the GoF plot etc) but his judgement gets clouded when he loves/hates people and then he becomes very black and white.

#sirius black

14 notes · View notes

tansyuduri · 10 months ago

Text

So apparently I have a unique Merthur smile.

So today while I was doing my exercise bike my little sister says to me "You are thinking about the two idiots again aren't you?" And I look at her like "HUH" because how did she knew I was thinking about Merlin and Arthur.

(I have been calling them my new emotional support romantic bantering idiots. Apparently, my sister has turned that into "the two Idiots")

And my little sister tells me I have a special smile I do when thinking about them, Sort of a side smile. And I suddenly realize she's right I DO have a special smile when I think about them.

#about me #bbc merlin #merthur #I love my sister to bits

5 notes · View notes

witchmd13 · 3 years ago

Text

there’s something about the way arthur plays the Merlin is just a dumb idiot card to save him from his ignorance (which was often deliberate let’s be real), of the rules of court that just tugs at my heart.

in the poisoned chalice episode, Merlin was completely right in his accusations and Arthur knows he wouldn’t have caused a commotion if he wasn’t, but what Merlin didn’t know was that such an accusation, even if proven correct, needed rank to support it, especially in front of the King of rational thinking Uther pendragon.

Then there’s the time that Merlin practically confessed he was a sorcerer and Arthur got him out of it by calling him an idiot. It gave Merlin the free range to claim he was a sorcerer to every noble he’d ever meet and still have them not believe him. I mean the prince just called him an idiot in front of them all after he confessed he was a sorcerer, of course he was insane and just making things up.

Then there’s annis. I love, love, how annis sparing Merlin’s life instead of taking it is a perfect parallel to how Arthur took Carleon’s life, but that’s beside my point, it’s the way Arthur also uses the Merlin is a simpleton card here as well to save his life.

And these are just what I can remember off there top of my head.

It also shows how smart Arthur really is and how he’s not as dumb as some people like to think he is. It shows how well he’s come to know merlin and how he never wanted him to change from the very beginning, that the “I don’t want you to change” in 5x13 was just a conformation to what he’s always felt towards Merlin, but didn’t know how to articulate because of how he never learnt to deal with his emotions. Arthur isn’t good with words, he can’t write his own speeches for goodness sake, but it’s his actions that show how much he cares, it’s there in every friendship and relationship he’s had, from gwen to Lancelot to gwaine to merlin. It also shows how good Arthur is at reading people more than he lets on. Arthur didn’t only know merlin so thoroughly, but he doesn’t try to change who he is either. He cracks the joke “aren’t you ever going to change, Merlin?” in s1 but it’s all empty, if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t have tried to change the perception of people of Merlin just so he can stay who he is and not have himself fall into the wrong situation where he’d be bound to get in trouble with some arrogant noble ass (which ofc Merlin manages on his own later because he’s Merlin). Arthur gave him the proper protection to do and say whatever he wants even if Arthur’s not there to protect him.

#merthur

413 notes · View notes

goldinthemtharhills · 2 years ago

Text

Intro & List

Hello hello! I’m TheSunshineDragon on Ao3! I also occasionally write non-kpop works under WoodElfJedi and post High & Low fics under YukensHairtie.

List of Works:

Stray Kids

Series:

Domestic Doses (Perpetually Incomplete, Platonic Fluff, Slice of Life, General Shenanigans)

The Wind Under Your Wings (Complete, Danceracha with Wings, Platonic, Wingfics, Sickfics, Hurt/Comfort)

I’ve Got An AU For That (Incomplete, AUs, Platonic Relationships, Little Bit of Everything)

Tell The Wolves I’m Home (Complete, Werewolf/Wolves AU, Platonic Pack Dynamics, Wolf!Minho, Angst, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort)

Ash & Oak & Thorn (Incomplete, Magic AU, Platonic Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Let Be What Is, And Be What Isn’t (Incomplete, AUs, Platonic HyunLix)

Yours & Mine (Incomplete, Platonic Soulmate AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection)

Chan the Zookeeper (Incomplete, Shifter AU, Humour/Crack, Hurt/Comfort, Wholesome Vibes Coming Your Way)

The Saga of Chan & His Dragon Menaces (Incomplete, Dragons, Humour/Crack, Magic, Fluff)

The Heart of a Summer Child Born in Spring (Complete, MCD, Terminal Illnesses, Magic AU, Hyunjin-centric, Two versions)

Non-seried Fics:

Threads (One-shot, Based on the I’ll Be Your Man Kingdom Stage, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Magic, Brotherhood)

Let’s All Die Naturally In A Healthy Way (One-shot, MinChan Fic Fest, Platonic Relationships, Androids, Post-Apocalyptic, Hurt/Comfort)

Broken Glass, Pieced Back (One-shot, Rated M, Platonic MinSung, Vampires, Heavy Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump)

The Itsy-Bitsy Spider (Incomplete, Spiderverse AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst)

Summer Breeze Makes Me Feel Fine (One-shot, Jisung-centric, Sea Monsters, Burn Out, Introspection)

You’re Not A Bet I Care To Take (But I’m Going To Anyways) (One-shot, Platonic ChanLix, Assassins & Hitmen AU, Angst, Found Family)

Attachments Have Consequences (One-shot, Spies & Secret Agents, Inspired by District Nine MV, Light Angst, Found Family)

Stabby Stabby (One-shot, Angst, Jeongin Being an Idiot, Hurt/Comfort)

Ficlet Collection (2023) (Incomplete)

You May Be Idiots, But You’re My Idiots (Complete, Sickfic, Assassins & Hitmen AU, Minho is a Good Hyung)

The 100-Point Children (Complete, Based on a Tumblr Post, Adoption, Found Family, Hyung-line as Single Parents, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

An Objective Reply To A Subjective Question (One-shot, Minho & Seungmin-centric, Canon Compliant, Platonic Relationships, Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

I’ll Stand Until I Can’t (One-shot, Gang AU, Minho-centric, Miscommunications, Bang Chan Being an Idiot, Heavy Angst)

Into The Thick Of It (One-shot, Magic AU, Toddler!Jilix, Witch Minho, Fluff, Slight Crack)

Blooming Death In These Lungs (One-shot, Platonic Hanahaki, Angst, Minho-centric, Angst With A Happy Ending)

Drowning Without Water (Deadpool AU, MinChan, Platonic Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD)

SKZITZY

The Ferryman (One-shot, Vague Allegory for Death, AU, Grim Reapers, Kid Fic, Angst, Magic, Non-Linear Narrative)

To The Wind I Go (Incomplete, Magic AU, Wendigos, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Winter VibesTM)

Money Can’t Buy Class (One-shot, Hyunjin/Yeji, College/University AU, Complicated Relationships, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

NCT

Affectionate (One-shot, Doyoung & Taeyong are Best Friends, College/University AU, Emotional Support Best Friends)

Lord of the Rings

Tiny Legolas Causing Chaos ft. Thranduil The Tired Single Dad (Incomplete series, Family Fluff, Kid!Legolas)

Another Pillow Fight (One-shot, Slight Crack, Aragorn and Legolas being idiots)

The 68 Rules of Middle-earth (List-fic, Crack Treated Seriously)

Quit Snoring Already (Slight crack, Dwarves Causing Sleep Problems)

Transformers: Prime

Transformers Prime: Communications (Complete, Crack, slight OOC-ness)

The Field Medic & The Doctor (Complete, Grief/Mourning, PTSD)

Star Wars: Rebels

The Rebels Prank War (Incomplete, Prank Wars, Slight Crack, Humour)

Merlin

A Nice Thing To Have (One-shot, Fluff, Merlin Gets A Hug)

HTTYD

Cotton Candy Spun Clouds (One-shot, PTSD, Light Angst)

High & Low

We’re All A Little Fragile (One-shot, PTSD, Fluff, Light Angst)

Fireworks (One-shot, Fluff, Injuries, Light Angst)

Crashing Down (One-shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Brother Bear (Little Bear Cub) (One-shot, Modern AU, Angst, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

Crossovers

Don’t Shoot The Messenger [SVT x High & Low] (Gang AU, Child Abandonment, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

24 notes · View notes

a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

Text

Masterpost

Pls here is my Ao3 it’ll be so much easier to navigate if you want

Original Work:

Tales from Thicketdown Forest

An Evening in Stappleton Castle (one-shot)

Thank you for voting on which original work you want to see first :)

Fandoms under the cut because boy howdy has this gotten long:

BBC Merlin:

Nothing Wrong

Man’s Best Friend

Soft Epilogue (Part 1)

Soft Postscript (Part 2)

Let Go

Split

Eye for an Eye

Collapse (Part 1)

Rise (Part 2)

Talk

Don’t Worry

Feathers for the Pillows (Part 1)

Feathers to Fly (Part 2)

Pushed Around

Bond of Choice

It’s Not That Bad, Right?

It’s Not That Bad Part 2

Rainbow

Not Bad (Part 1)

Just Fine (Part 2)

Did You Know? (Part 1)

Unjust (Part 2)

Twins (Part 1)

Blood of Mine (Part 2)

Come Home (Part 3)

Sins of Fathers Past (Part 4)

Poisoned Veins

Rest, Now

End of His Rope

Oldstones

Dumb Luck

Rules

Marriage of Convenience

Slip-up

Seeing White (Part 1)

Making Do (Part 2)

Soreness (Part 3)

To Love, To Have, To Keep

To Serve a King

Duty

Trust In Them

Remnant

Defender

Crack Shot

Base Instincts

We’re Okay

Don’t Run

Dinner Routine

Aftermath (Part 1)

Aftermath: Confront (Part 2)

Aftermath: Arise (Part 3)

Spark

Will You Breathe With Me?

Golden Era

Confirmation

Touch and Comfort

Un/Certain Death

A Hand in the Flames

My Dear Friend

Be Nice

Be Nice | Do Better

The Pleasure of Your Company

Grief in all its Strangeness

Beneath the Surface

Fickle Warmth in a Freezing Storm

Breathing Room (Part 1) (Part 2)

The Trouble With George (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Three Women to a Market

The Trouble With Morris

The Question of Debt

Worth (Part 1)

Worth | Charity (Part 2)

Worth | Treasure (Part 3)

Worth | Epilogue (Part 4)

To Build a Home

Not If It’s You

Inability

Emotional Support Animal

Sanders Sides:

Pretty Voice

Unfurl and Fly (Part 1)

Soar (Part 2)

Land (Part 3)

Is It Enough? (Part 1)

It Isn’t Enough (Part 2/Alt Ending)

Embrace of Darkness Masterlist

You’re Not Alone

Productivity

Mr. Blue Sky

Melted Mask

Snap Masterlist

Faded

Turns of Phrase

Hot Mess

Perceptive Blindness

Is This What It Feels Like?

Built on a Lie

Homophobia feat. a 2-hour Math Test

Homophobia feat. Queer Teacher Alliance

QTA: Queer Teacher Alliance

QTA: Queer Teacher Alliance | New Student

QTA: Together

Warm

Protector Masterlist

Golden Thread (Part 1)

Silver Box (Part 2)

Not So Serious

Real? Not Real?

You Don’t Need To Be Cured (Part 1)

You Just Need to be Supported (Part 2)

How Come He Gets Two Dads? (Part 1)

Two Dads: The Experiment (Part 2)

Two Dads: The Comeuppance (Part 3)

(Un)Wanted Masterlist

Stuck

Goodnight

Lie to Me (Part 1)

Tell the Truth (Part 2)

Go the Distance

Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem and Wittgenstein II (Part 1)

Tactical Retreat (Part 2)

Realignment (Part 3)

Redemption Never Came (Part 4)

Healing (Part 5)

Insanity (Part 1)

Hallucination (Part 2)

Remember, Don’t You Miss Us?

Mute

Lost and Found

Begone, Bitch

I’m Okay (Sure)

It’s Over Now

Come Now, Little Prince Masterlist

Button by Button (Part 1)

Habit Forming (Part 2)

Invisible Assistance

Nobody Left Behind (Part 1)

Everyone is Here (Part 2)

Black (Part 1)

Gray (Part 2)

Security Blanket

Care and Keeping of Idiots (Part 1)

Care and Keeping of Dumbasses (Part 2)

Dragons Can Be Nice (Part 1)

Dragons Can Be Nice: Adventures in the Imagination (Part 2)

Perfectly Fine

Words, Words, Words (Part 1)

Blank Page | Blinking Cursor (Part 2)

Words, Words, Words | Humming (Part 3)

Fireworks

Mind of a Child

Just Ask

Tug of War (Part 1)

Tug of War: End of Rope (Part 2)

Rage (Part 1)

Fury (Part 2)

Oh, No

Just a Crack (Part 1)

Just a Crack (Part 2)

Ease

Idiots, Idiots, Everywhere

Parasite

Different (Part 1)

Different | Still the Same (Part 2)

Different | New (Part 3)

Support

Knight in Training (Part 1)

Knight in Training: A Night to Learn (Part 2)

Knight in Training: A Night of Bloodshed (Part 3)

Words to Remember

Distractions

Tiny Prince, Crumpled Dreams

Orange

Safety in Numbers

Longing

Healing Benefits of Cuddle Piles (Part 1)

Food for the Soul (Part 2)

Growing Pains (Part 1)

Growing Pains: Stumbling Blocks (Part 2)

The Power of Storytelling Masterlist

Out of Commission (Part 1)

Undergoing Restoration (Part 2)

A Much-Needed Hiatus (Part 3)

A Thin Line

Stormy Nights and Sweet Mornings

Becoming Real

Dedication

Picture Imperfect (Part 1)

Picture Imperfect Part 2

Grounded

Moonflower

Creature Comforts

Perfectly Proportioned

Try Your Best (That’s All We Can Do) (Part 1)

Try Something New (Part 2)

Try, Try, Try (Part 3)

Trying is Everything (Part 4)

Space Heaters

Stubborn

Find Your Shape

Saved

The Mattress Room

Falling

Awareness

Connection

Connection: Janus

Connection: Virgil

Connection: Patton

Connection: Logan

Connection: Remus

Complementary

Complementary: Two Halves

For Appearance’s Sake: The Salon

For Appearance’s Sake: The Tailor’s

Parented

Judgment

Switched Around Part 1)

Crushed (Part 2)

Shed

Cold Comforts (Part 1)

Cold Comforts: Cracking Ice (Part 2)

Cold Comforts: Thaw

Part of Me

Frozen

Cuddle Bugs (Part 1)

Cuddle Bugs | The Swarm (Part 2)

Atop the Tower

Settlement

On and Off

Burned Out

On a Technicality (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Fourth Time

Awakened

Awakened | Captured

Soft and Sweet

This Distance Between ‘Probably’ and ‘Certainly’

The Royal Treatment

Cook Day

Defiance (Part 1)

Defiance | Resilience (Part 2)

Just Another Day

Just Another Day | Or Is It?

Either/Or

Code Words

Code Words | Trauma Protocols

Code Words | Trigger Phrases

Code Words | Risk Assessment

Code Words | Set-up

Code Words | Execution

Code Words: Bacon?

Starved

Starved | Famished

The Slow Path

Never You Part 1

Never You Part 2

The Elevator

Second Chance (an epilogue of sorts to Snap, but can be read on its own)

“Cut!” (Part 1)

“Cut” | “Encore!” (Part 2)

Hot Chocolate, Ice Skates, and Prince Charming

Erudite

Erudite | In Your Own Time

Erudite | Support Network

Hypermobility

Not a Bad Holiday Season

Remember, Remember

Clutters of Creativity (Part 1)

Clarity of Creativity (Part 2)

A Budding Romance

Happy Tears

Green Kitty Cat

Contingency Plan

How Romantic

Brothers

A Suit and a Gown, Both Armor

A Suit and a Gown, Both Armor | Chin Up, Or the Crown Slips

Language Barriers

Gross

Field, Aura, Sensation

Beach Day

Emotional Distancing

Change (Part 1)

Changing (Part 2)

Change | Changing | Changed? (Part 3)

You’re Special to Me (Part 1)

You’re Special to Me | Us Too (Part 2)

No Promised Feeling of Peace

Needy (Part 1)

Needy | An Epilogue of Sorts (Part 2)

Crush Symptoms

Hero

Survival (Part 1) (Part 2)

Role Reversal

Expectation

The Shadow Falcon (Part 1) Hidden Depths (Part 2) Knives in Darkness (Part 3)

The Worst Part (Part 1) The Worst Part | The Best Thing (Part 2)

By Your Side

The Lark’s Nest

A Balancing Act

It’s Complicated

Passion

Loved and Unloved

A Simple Kidnapping

Cause and Effect

One Last Sunset

Marvel:

How Long?

Peggysous Week 2020 Masterlist

Just Right

Trust Me

Don’t Hide That

Three in the Morning

Let’s Call it Funny (Part 1)

No, It’s Definitely Funny (Part 2)

Alone, Alone, Alone

Your Choice

Big Day

Five Stages of Grief

It’s Not Wrong

Summer Vacation

Finding Something More

Family Web

The ‘Language is Stupid’ Game

Look After You (Part 1)

Look After You | For As Long As You Need (Part 2)

Among Us:

You’re Safe Now (Part 1)

Body (Part 2)

Terror in the Night (Part 3)

Cry It Out (Part 4)

Hatchling (Part 5)

In The Dark (Part 6)

Pack (Part 7)

The Children (Part 1)

The Vent (Part 2)

The Devil Judge:

Flare-Up

Burns

one, two, three, four

Empty House, Strange Beast

Soulgaze Masterlist

Waterfall

it’s cold | i’ll come for you

dread | hope

don’t wake me (if you won’t be there)

Not Like This

mask | masked | maskless

hostage

hostage | taken

hostage | kept

an inconvenient stabbing (Part 1)

an inconvenient stabbing | aftermath (Part 2)

breathe

you’re not alone

Resident Evil

A Strange Sort of Family

Ice Cream Apologies

Human Luxuries

Mycelial Remnants

Untold Motherhood

Breaking Ground

Life Cycles

Misc. Fandoms:

No/Anything Special

More Than Allies

Focus on This (Part 1)

Focus on Me (Part 2

Den Animals

Coming Out of It: An Interlude

Safe Place (Part 1)

Safer Place (Part 2)

Blood Loss

Tourniquet

lies are only as good as the person telling them (and you’ve never claimed to be) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

#dragonbabbles #fic #wow I really do just have a lotta words huh #so the first rule is if its about me @ me so i can see it

240 notes · View notes

ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral · 6 months ago

Text

The way this idea is so good that I can literally feel this idea slowly taking over my body, possessing me to write about it.

You could also add the fact that Arthur knows that Pendragons all eventually grow mad over time, so Arthur thinks that Merlin, as a figment of his own imagination, is just the first sign of the downfall of his mental state.

But that's his emotional support hallucination, his friendly sleep paralysis demon, so he can't bring himself to hate Merlin, even though, to Arthur, he's a sign that Arthur is going mad and losing touch with reality.

To throw in some more angst, Arthur could believe that Merlin is a hallucination so deeply that he still sees and hears Merlin even when Merlin's isn't actually there. He can't differentiate between the real Merlin and the Merlin that his mind makes up, since he believes that he's hallucinating both of them.

It's also why Arthur is so hesitant to touch Merlin most of the time: either his hand will go straight through Merlin, confirming that Arthur is, indeed, going mad, or Merlin will be solid under his hand, meaning that Arthur's cannot tell reality from illusion, even by touch, and what would that mean for the world around him? Had he made all of it up? Had he ever seen beyond the fog of his own insanity?

This idea so SO FASCINATING!! I love it so much!!

EDIT: I can't believe I didn't think of this before, but when the knights and Gwen eventually catch on to the whole "Arthur believes that Merlin is a hallucination" situation, they try to point out that yes, they can see Merlin too, they can describe to Arthur exactly what Merlin looks like and what he's doing, so he therefore can't be a figment of Arthur's imagination. And Arthur just turns to them sadly and apologize and say that he didn't know that his condition was contagious. The knights and Gwen try very, very hard not to call Arthur an idiot.

The greatest mystery in bbc merlin to this day is just what was Arthur thinking every time he dragged Merlin into danger with him like some kind of emotional support plushie without any protection.

Sometimes I get the feeling Arthur thought he just made up Merlin in his mind and he isn't real. Like, he's just an imaginary friend who keeps him entertained, makes up silly words, understands him to the core and always has the right answers, often times answers he doesn't like, but the subconscious do be like that.

He doesn't need armour or any protection cause he isn't real. Plus it's easy to keep being mean to your best friend for no reason when you think he's actually you - and you're always mad at you

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #op you're a genius!#I absolutely love this!

1K notes · View notes

hello-everyfandom · 4 years ago

Text

“Sirius loves all the attention,”

Warnings: Mentions of violence, angst

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: James Potter’s sister, Y/N, opens the front door to find Sirius Black covered in blood and bruises.

Part Two “Everything between us is a moment”

(Angst! Send in requests please!!!)

“Y/N, dear, set the table, will you?” your mother called from the kitchen door, you groaned and stood up from the living room couch.

“Why does James never have to set the table?” you whined,

“The answer is obvious,” James smirked as you looked at him with annoyance in your eyes, “I’m the favorite,” your brother shrugged innocently. You thumped him on the back of the head with your book earning an “Oi” in response.

“More like a big baby,” you huffed and began to set the table with four plates.

“Dinner is ready, dear!” your mother rang to your father who folded his newspaper and placed a kiss on your mother’s plump cheek.

“Gross,” James complained as he plopped down in the dining room chair.

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances and actuality of love and are too dimwitted to treat Lily Evans like a human doesn’t mean you can judge other’s on how they express affection,” you teased,

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances of blah-di-blah-di blah,” James mimicked you in a high pitched, overdramatized voice.

“Will you stop acting like a child?” you hissed,

“Will you stop acting like a child?” James mimicked back. You turned to your mother exasperated,

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me,”

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me, boo-boo blah blah- blah.”

Your father rubbed his forehead and your mother rolled her eyes and smiled at her children,

“James, I swear to merlin if you don’t stop,”

You mimicked his voice back, creasing your eyebrows and pouting your lips, “I’m James Potter, I’m a right prat who can never get a girlfriend because I’m too in love with my own face,”

James leaned towards you and flipped his nonexistent long hair, “I’m Y/N, I love to correct people and take the fun out of everything because I’m a lonely know-it-all and nothing else brings me joy,”

The two of you sneered at each other and turned to your helpless mother again, “Mum!” you begged her to be on your side of the argument,

“Ah yes, Fleamont, ‘let’s have children, better yet, let’s have two,’” your mother sighed and shook her head comically, placing her hand on her husband’s shoulder to hold.

“I never said it would be easy, darling,” he replied.

“Stop it, James, shove off!” You pushed his forearm so you could make room for yourself,

“Stop it, James!” He mimicked again,

“I mean it, you nitwit, stop it.”

“Stop it!” James heightened his voice. In the distance, beyond your anger and annoyance for James, you heard a thump at the door. No one else seemed to notice it. Your mother had just poured herself a glass of water and your father was asking what was for supper. But, you heard the soft knock at the door.

“Is someone...? Seriously James, stop it.” you shoved him again,

“Seriously, James, stop it,” you attempted to listen for the knock again, concentrating and narrowing your eyes.

“Mum, are we expecting anyon- James!” you growled and slapped James’ bicep, “shut up!” you focused on the sound,

“Shut up!” James whined,

“No, seriously James. Shut the hell up!” Your mother was about to scold you when the entire Potter family heard the loud fist-sized thumps at the door. You stood up, sending James a glare for being a bloody idiot and paced towards the door. You flung open the front door expecting to see perhaps a mailman or your neighbor who had lost her kitten once again. You, however, did not expect to see Sirius Black, bloodied and bruised, and nearly unconscious leaning on your front door frame. You gasped loudly and quickly placed yourself under his armpit to support him,

“James!” you called, “Mum, grab the plasters, James, come help me.” James turned quickly at your gasp and sprung up making his chair fall back.

“Sirius!” he yelled, racing towards you and helping you carry Sirius in from the evening rain. The two of you laid your best friend on the living room couch, searching for his wounds, not minding the blood on your hands. Your father retrieved his wand and began to attempt to heal Sirius’ deep wounds resulting in him shutting his eyes and wincing. His eyes were squeezed shut and he bit his lip as his forehead creased in pain. His shirt was ripped and you could make out the scratches and burns on his side.

“What do we do?” you asked James, you could see your elder brother was scared but he squeezed your hand tightly and turned his eyes towards Sirius,

“He’ll be okay,” James’ hoped. Sirius’ eyes flung open and stared at the Potter family. He began stuttering, frightened and out of control,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. ‘m boy, calm down,” your father tried to reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “lay still, the wounds are still deep,”

“Is he alright?” Your mother hurried in, bandages in one hand and her wand in the other as well as a towel, she put a loving hand on his forehead and rubbed the towel in order to gain some warmth into him. You’ve never seen Sirius so distraught, so vulnerable. His eyes were terrified and he continued to fidget on the couch. Your chest dropped, seeing him like this made you want to throw plates and glass at the wall.

“I’m sorry-” Sirius cried in pain and embarrassment, “I- he, James, James said if it were ever too much, to- to come here, but I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I-” Sirius cried out again making you grip James’ arm.

Your father glanced worriedly at your mother and said, “Son, calm down. It’s quite alright, we’re glad you’re here where you’re safe.” he turned to his two children and said, “children, quickly, leave us be with Sirius. Your mother and I must ask him some questions. Run the kettle,” and hurried you two out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“What happened to him?” you asked your brother, attempting to shake the fear from your face and placing the kettle on the stove.

“I-” James began, combing his fingers through his messy hair, “It was his god-awful family, I presume.”

You gasped and shook your head, “they did that to him?” you said, angrily.

“I believe so.”

“And you told him he could come here if it-”

James nodded, “If it ever became too much.”

The two of you peeked out from the kitchen door to see your father sitting next to Sirius, a solemn and serious look on his face. Your mother stood, a tear down her face as Sirius whispered to him what had happened to him at Grimmauld Place.

“I want to kill them,”

“Me too,” James agreed.

“I’m scared,” you admitted to your older brother, he turned and wrapped his brotherly arms around you. The pair of you instantly forgot your insignificant quarrel from earlier and focused solely on Sirius.

“Me too. But for Sirius’ sake, we need to be brave,”

Your father approached the kitchen whilst your mother tended to Sirius on the couch, he looked at the two of his beloved children and said, “Sirius is to stay here for the remainder of the summer. He will not be going back to his home. I will send a letter to his mother at once, but there is no way in hell that boy is going back.” James hugged his father instantly before opening the kitchen door and disappearing to see his best friend. You looked at your father, who removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes,

“What happened, dad?” your voice was quiet, afraid to know the answer.

Fleamont Potter shook his head and placed his glasses back on, he pulled you in for a close hug and kissed the top of your head. He was thankful to have you and James in such healthy conditions. “Let’s not talk about it, child. Everything will be okay. Go on and be with your friend,” you kissed your father on the cheek before sneaking into the living room. Your mother saw you as she was leaving and placed a kind hand on your arm before retreating into the kitchen, most likely to talk to your father.

You watched James pull up a chair next to Sirius, two brothers with a stronger bond known to man.

“Y’know, mate, if you wanted to see me this bad, you didn’t have to have such the dramatic entrance,” James’ joked making Sirius grin,

“You think I wanted to come here? Blimey, no. The inn across town wouldn’t take me, so I thought I’d come to the Potters.” James laughed and shoved Sirius,

“I’m glad you’re alright,” James said seriously,

“Don’t go all sappy on me, Prongs. Only a couple cuts and bruises,”

“Yes, James, don’t go all sappy on him.” You emerged from the shadows and sat on the edge of the couch Sirius was lying on, “Sirius loves all the attention,”

“Only from you,” even though Sirius was in immense emotional and physical pain, he still found the energy to make you blush.

“Mate, you’ve only been here for a minute and you’re already acting dodgy towards my sister.” The three of you laughed,

“James, can you help bring the tea in?” your mother asked from the kitchen, James stood with no argument and left for the kitchen. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the couch. You couldn’t help but stare, his face, though had a bruise and a split lip, was still as handsome as the day you first saw him.

“I can feel you staring at me, darling,” Sirius opened one eye to peer at you,

“How could I not, you look like shit,” you shot back. Sirius’ eyes were amused before taking hold of your hand in his,

“I’m alright, y’know,”

“I know.” you placed a smile on your face that quickly faded away, “but unfortunately, you have to room with James and we both know he snores.”

Sirius shrugged, “if I can live with him at Hogwarts, I can live with him here,” Sirius squeezed your hand again before kissing your knuckles, “and I certainly don’t mind living with you,”

“I’ll only say it once this summer,” James warned whilst carrying out a tray of tea and biscuits, “hands off my sister.”

#Harry potter imagines #Sirius black imagines #sirius black #sirius black imagine #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #sirius black oneshot #james potter imagines #james potter #james potter imagine #harry potter imagine #sirius black headcanon #sirius black x reader

1K notes · View notes

thesleepy1 · 4 years ago

Text

Rain's Quite A Lovely Thing

A/N: Sorry for no fics for so long. I was just not in the mood. Really not in the mood for anything. Though, at the very least, I wrote this at a reasonable time. That’s one bright side, I guess. Unnbeta’d as always. And this was requested by a friend. I really hope they like it.

Pairings: Arthur x Merlin

Summary: Arthur had been trying to court Merlin for ages but the man just didn’t seem to be able to take a hint.

Word count: 1,238

Part 2

Part 3

Warnings: no warnings

The great king is only as good as his court. Arthur was the greatest of his time for one reason and one reason only. For he had Merlin by his side. The great wizard himself, who could make the sky turn green and the world tilt off its axis. The most incredible magic user to exist, to ever exist and ever will.

However, no matter how great a man Merlin was, he was still undoubtedly a fool. The biggest idiot to ever walk the world. Here be dragons was a lie, here be Merlin’s intelligence made more sense. Arthur had been trying to court him for the past year and all he got from the brunette was, “Aren’t you betrothal, sire?”

He was not. And frankly, never will be. Women, queens, and princesses, even common ladies were the farthest from his interest. Not to say they were bad in any way. No. Never, he would never think of such a thing. Arthur loved the woman in his life dearly. It was just that men had always been the one to peak his interest. Merlin especially.

When he had first realized he had fallen for his servant, he was ready to leap off from a castle turret. Merlin, off all people. He could just not believe that that man could have possibly won his heart. Off all the men in his life, it just had to be his Merlin. Not his Merlin, per say-

Arthur only meant he would be happy if he had fallen head over heels for one of his knights. Now they were worth his affections. They were strong, loyal, compassionate, and most importantly, they made his heart skip a beat with just one look. Though, if he had to be honest with himself, Merlin took his breath away.

Dear god, Arthur was in, in love with Merlin.

How would he ever meet his servant’s eyes again? How was he supposed to court the man for over a year just to have him meet his eyes and say, “Aren’t you betrothal, sire?” Like that would matter. Like Arthur would care about something as mundane as an arranged marriage when Merlin could build cities with a flick of his hand. His possible arranged marriages be damned, Arthur wanted Merlin’s affections and Merlin’s affections only.

The only question was how.

Arthur had done everything. For months! And yet, Merlin was still not taking the bait and spending the rest of his life with Arthur. What did he have to do to win Merlin over before it was too late? What did he need to do? Slay a dragon? Protect his city? Venture off on an elaborate quest to find some dumb item that only he could find? At this point the king was ready to do anything at the top of a hat.

“Have you actually told him, you liked him?”

“Of course, I ha-”

He had not.

“Merlin!” Arthur yelled to his servant the very next morning when he came in to tend to the king.

“Has the cat finally returned your tongue, sire?” Merlin greeted with a slight grin to his lips. Not that Arthur had been staring at his lips.

“I would hardly call myself quiet, Merlin.”

Merlin walked over to his bedside, laying a new set of clothes over a chair. His hands expertly moved so as to not leave a single wrinkle to his clothes. Now Arthur was staring. He couldn’t help but notice how much care Merlin took with everything he did. Except properly walking that is.

“At least you’re aware.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing you and your silent nature need to worry about,” Merlin grinned at him.

“You can’t make fun of me, Merlin. I’m a king,” Arthur replied without the usual bite.

The man must have noticed by some sort of magic because he turned to face Arthur. Arthur will never get used to the look he gave him. “Are you running a fever, sire?”

“A fever- Of course I’m not running a fever, Merlin. What’s gotten into you? Thinking I had a fever.” Merlin didn’t look convinced, leaning forward and laying a cool hand onto his forehead. Arthur could practically feel himself heat up at the brief contact that was for purely medical reasons. He was going insane.

“You’re quite warm. I better have Gaius make you some medicine,” Merlin went on, retracting his gentle hand from Arthur’s face. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” He turned to leave.

“Merlin wait-” Before Arthur knew it he had Merlin’s arm in his hand. When did Merlin become so muscular? Perhaps lugging around Arthur’s equipment had something to do with that.

“For what, sire?” Merlin looked down to the hand on his arm. He almost seemed annoyed at this for whatever reason. “Do you want me to undress you to your bare bottom as well?” the wizard asked, blunt as the day he was born.

Arthur blushed at that, his face heating up farther. “N-no,” even he sounded unsure to his own ears. “I just want you to stay with me….” he trailed off, thinking of some sort of excuse. “Until my fever lessens of course. Camelot needs a king and if he dies of a sickness, then it would be on you, Merlin.” Arthur nodded to himself. “It's best if you stay here…. With me.”

Merlin rolled his eyes, as if knowingly. “Yes, sire. Whatever you wish.” His eyes then glanced back down to Arthur’s hand. Instantly the king removed his hand as if Merlin’s skin had burned him. Though, Arthur would give just about anything to be burned by Merlin’s touch. The kingdom be damned.

“Do you want me in your bed as well?” That certainly caught Arthur’s attention.

“Wh-what?!”

“Do you want more blankets, sire? You still look feverish,” Merlin explained in a calculating manner, peering down on Arthur.

“Uh- Yes…. That would be nice,” Arthur regained his composure, “Though you should have already brought them over.” Arthur shuffled back into his bed, tugging Merlin by the sleeve alone with him. “Really, Merlin, do I have to tell you how to do everything?” He indicated with his eyes towards the pillows supporting his back.

With a sigh Merlin fluffed them. “May I go back to my other duties?”

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind.” Another eye roll. “Stay.” Arthur patted the space next to him on his bed. “I want to have a word or two with you.”

Merlin sat down comfortably next to Arthur, his arm outstretched to stabilize himself. He was awfully close to Arthur. He did not mind this. “What would you like to talk about?” This was said with a softer tone, as if Merlin was worried about Arthur.

“I-” The king’s heart skipped a beat. All the air left his lungs. “I love….”

“You love?”

“I love the rain! That’s how I got sick. You know this, Merlin. I just rained yesterday,” Arthur laughed forcibly. “My knights and I were training from sunrise to sunset. It would make sense that I eventually got sick. As much as I act invincible, I’m only human.”

Merlin watched his forced expressions with interest. A number of emotions flashed across his eyes, but the one that stood out the most to Arthur was what seemed like disappointment. What could Merlin possibly be disappointed about? Arthur was the one who failed his confession.

“You are only human, sire.”

#no warnings apply #no warning at all #no warning whatsoever #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fandom #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #gaius #bbc arthur #king arthur #merlin x arthur #bbc merthur #bbc merlin

56 notes · View notes