#bi!arthur

[fatecanberewritten-writer]

Embers | Chapter Two: Red

Stars Series | Embers

“Oh, come off it, Arthur!”

The lanky red-head was jostled around in his group of friends, and he chuckled heartily as he nearly lost his footing. “No, really, I’m telling you the truth!”

“Royston Idlewind did not throw you the Quaffle after winning the World Cup!” Armand Irvin cried in disbelief.

“I can write to my brothers if you’d like. They were there, they’d tell you!” said Arthur, laughter still in his voice.

“I’d be quicker to believe them if they told us that you’d gotten with a Veela while in France,” joked Emile Brown, throwing the group into another loud fit of laughter at Arthur’s expense, and while he smiled with them he was going slightly red. They’d walked out into a crowded courtyard by now, and were attracting quite a bit of attention. 

While still red, Arthur grinned slyly and leaned in to his friends. “What happens in France, stays in France,” he said quietly, and they were set off again, but this time, Arthur joined in. 

His confidence back, Arthur stood up a little straighter and stopped walking almost immediately, caught in a hazel-eyed gaze. His friends kept walking. “You coming, Arthur?” called Jarrod Abbott.

Arthur didn’t look back at this, his eyes fixed on Molly Prewett as she reddened slightly and looked away from him. “I’ll catch up with you!” he responded to his friends, who, following his line of sight, gave off very childish ‘ohh’s and continued on their way. Arthur shook his head at them, and made his way over to Molly.

“Hi there,” he said as he reached her. She was sitting with the other girl that had been in Muggle Studies with them, the Hufflepuff. “It was Molly, right? Molly and. . .” he looked over at the kind blonde, who looked ready to help him with her name if he needed it. “Alice?”

“That’s right,” the Hufflepuff smiled, nodding. “Arthur, right? Arthur Weasley?”

Arthur grinned at her. “That’s me,” he said brightly, turning his attention back to Molly a bit more. “How are you girls liking Muggle Studies so far? This is your first year in it, right?”

Both of the girls nodded, but Alice was the one to respond. “It’s a bit better than expected,” Alice mused. “Professor Brady seems really passionate about the subject.”

“Oh yeah, Professor Brady’s great, isn’t she? One of the best professors here, if I may say.”

“Are you sure that’s not just because you’re her favorite?” quipped Molly, and under her gaze, Arthur began to redden again.

He chuckled bashfully. “Oh, that’s just because she’s had me before. She loves all her students - you’ll see.” Molly raised her eyebrows and gave Alice a look, the both of them clearly not fully believing him. “But, hey,” said Arthur, quickly changing the subject. “I just wanted to extend out the offer - if either of you need help with the subject material, I’d be happy to tutor you.” His eyes lingered on Molly, and she looked down, the corners of her lips curving upwards just slightly. “It was really kind of you both to transfer to Muggle Studies to keep the subject going. So, if you need any help with your OWLs, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Molly finally looked him in the eye, her grin more obvious. “That’s really nice of you.”

“We might have to take you up on that,” started Alice. “There’s definitely a lot of material we’ve - ” but Alice was caught off as a Ravenclaw girl called her name excitedly, and her eyes brightened as she looked at a friend across the way - “oh, that’s Maisie. I’ll catch up with you later,” she said to Molly, and to Arthur, “Nice meeting you!”

The Gryffindors smiled at Alice as she left, but were caught in a kind of awkward silence as they turned back to each other. Molly fiddled with the old cover of a book in her lap. Arthur, who really wanted to continue talking to her, cleared his throat and said, “So, uh - did you have a nice summer?”

Molly looked up at him with a bit of a smirk. “It was alright. Doesn’t sound nearly as exciting as yours, though. Veelas in France?”

Arthur’s face went red again and he chuckled nervously. “Heard that, did you?”

“The entire courtyard did,” she said playfully.

“My friends were just joking around - ” he said quickly, stumbling over his words a bit - “I didn’t actually - I didn’t - I don’t even really like blondes, I - ”

“So what do you like, then?” Molly cut in cooly.

His mouth slightly open, Arthur froze. His stomach was flipping, his heart was beating rapidly, and he was wondering how in all hell he hadn’t noticed Molly Prewett before. She was absolutely stunning. 

He took a second to regain his composure, then, with a sly smile, he leaned in towards her. “Red-heads.” As he leaned back, he grinned as he watched her go nearly as red as her hair. He parted his lips to speak again, but the two of them were interrupted.

“There you are, Molly!” The pale, raven-haired Gryffindor nearly ran into Arthur as she rushed over to Molly, but somehow, she didn’t even seem to notice him. In her apparent frantic state, she was too focused on Molly, who was looking at her worriedly. “I’ve been looking all over for you! What’s this I hear about you and Julie fighting?”

As Molly scrunched her eyebrows, Arthur suddenly felt like he was the one that was intruding. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“Then why is it that you’re down here while she’s up in the dormitory crying her eyes out?”

Her face fell, and immediately she started gathering her things. Before she went to leave, however, she seemed to remember Arthur was still standing there. Her friend finally acknowledged him as well. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to - ”

Arthur gave her an understanding smile. “No worries, I understand.” Molly gave him a thankful smile and turned to leave with her friend, but with a leap of courage, Arthur spoke again. “Prewett!” he called, and as she turned back to him, his heart skipped a beat. “Let me know about the tutoring, alright?”

She shot him that beautiful smile of hers, nodded, then turned away, hurrying out of the courtyard. Arthur took a breath, smiled to himself, and turned to rejoin his friends.

[deancasforcutie]

it's science

[nightninjaboy]

The bi attack was invented that day

[mssleep]

THE GAY MONTH IS ALMOST OVER SO I FORGOT TO POST THIS ON HERE 🎀🎀

Also I wanna become moots with people who also fixate on stuff and draw countless fanart for the fandom as well as go into deep analysis of these characters 🥺

[ganemouchie]

Lil Kayne redesigm..

[deuteragonist1]

Thinking of a kinda gen Merlin scenario where Arthur finds out Merlin likes men and at first it's kinda uncomfortable with Merlin being like "I don't look at you like that or anything" and Arthur is awkwardly trying to process this but then after a moment he's like. Well why not. You got something to complain about???? Am I, a handsome prince and fierce warrior, not desirable enough for you???? And he's genuinely outraged for not fucking reason and Merlin is like God fucking dammit of course he would be insufferable about this too. So naturally he goes "well I've seen better" and Arthur is like "do tell" (disbelievingly and exasperatedly -because obviously his servant has rubbish taste, and quite frankly Merlin is in no position to have such high standards) and Merlin has this thing where his mouth moves faster than his brain whenever Arthur needs to be put in his place so he goes, immediately and without hesitation, "Gwaine, for one" and Gwaine, who is present along with the rest of the knights when this happens, looks oddly pleased at that and is literally preening for the rest of the week (Merlin lets him have this)

I haven't thought about how this would end but probably with Gwaine and Arthur fighting for Merlin's attention (yes even if Arthur is straight and not in love with him)(Gwaine would elope with Merlin in a second)

[queer-dinos]

Bisexual Harry Potter who flirts with every single Weasley sibling just to piss of Ron.

“Y’know Ron? I love your sister and all, but I hope you know Bill was my bi awakening. I’d totally go there”

Fred and George flirting back shamelessly.

Percy pretends to be annoyed, but secretly enjoys watching Ron squirm. He stage-kisses Harry one afternoon when Ron was being particularly annoying.

Fleur laughing as Bill jokingly proposes to Harry at every family gathering

Charlie and Harry talking about adopting dragons together and calling them “our kids”

Harry and Ginny, who actually *are* dating, being obnoxiously lovey-dovey when Ron’s around.

Molly and Arthur going along with it and calling Harry their Seven Time Son-in-Law.

Molly knits Harry his own set of sweaters that are identical to those of her other children.

Harry comes downstairs wearing a different one every morning.

“YOU CANT HAVE ALL MY SIBLINGS HARRY!”

“I’ll fight you, Ronald”

[historicalfictionenthusiast]

It kills me to admit that all of BBC Merlin (which I LOVE) is basically just one big miscommunication trope (which I DESPISE)

[counting-stars-gayly]

Queer subtext save me…queer subtext…save me queer subtext

[fogdraws]

I couldn't resist. I drew it. It's an urge deep within that I can't deny.

The two of them are living in my head rent free (among all my other obsessions ofc, they never really left)

The part of the book that I used is below the cut:

(There's not much need of a cut but I really like using it)

[pineeappletree]

i think one of my favorite things about arthur, is how little shits he gives. he has the mentality of “as long as it doesnt effect me then whatever”

like, women’s rights? ok.

a man dressed up as a woman? weird, but whatever.

queer people (ex. mr black & mr white)? sure.

chatenay, a man, literally kissing him? let him off the hook with a warning

i love u arthur morgan, be my dad

[fatecanberewritten-writer]

Embers | Chapter One: Introductions

Stars Series | Embers

“So you mean to tell me - ” the Gryffindor girl’s voice could hardly be heard over the bustling corridor. It was the first day of classes, and the tall brunette was struggling to keep up with her red-headed friend - “that you’re ditching me in Divination for Muggle Studies?”

Her books pressed against her chest, Molly Prewett gave her friend a scowl of a look that would become a signature of hers later in life. “Yes, Julie, that’s what I mean to tell you.”

“But you’ve taken Divination for the past two years! Why, all of the sudden, are you switching it up? And in our OWL year, no less! Don’t tell me.” Julie Axelrod was nearly out of breath as she finally caught Molly’s arm, forcing her to stop and face her. “Do not tell me it’s just because of Black?”

Molly looked away slightly, awkwardly shifting the books in her arms. Seeing her friend’s shoulders droop, she quickly spoke in her own defense. “It’s not just because of her. Did you not get Brady’s letter this summer? She’s been practically begging students to join her class! Apparently there’s so few people signed up that she’s combined fifth and sixth years!”

“Oh, that makes it sound more appealing,” Julie scoffed.

Molly rolled her eyes. “I’m doing it, Jules. You can’t change my mind.”

She watched as Julie’s jaw clenched, and she suddenly realized how personally her friend was taking this. “Fine,” she said, letting go of her arm. “Have fun with all the Muggleborns looking for an easy O and all the nerdy Purebloods with an unhealthy Muggle obsession.”

Julie was lost to the crowd before Molly could say anything else to her. Standing on her tip-toes, she tried to catch sight of her tall friend, but she was already gone. With a huff, Molly held her books more securely and turned on her heel, stalking off to the Muggle Studies classroom.

Even with the delay in the hallway, Molly arrived to the class at least a minute early. It was a small classroom that she’d never been in before, but it felt much bigger than it was because of how few students there were in it. She was the sixth one to join, and of the five others, there was not a single Slytherin, and she was the only Gryffindor. She was also only one of two girls.

“Welcome, welcome!” greeted Professor Brady, a plump, wheezy-voiced witch with short, sandy hair. “Grab a seat anywhere, my dear. We’ll do introductions when everyone’s arrived!”

Molly gave her a grimace of a smile, fairly certain that she would be the last arriving. Looking around at the other students, her gaze quickly met that of the other girl’s, and she let out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

“I didn’t know you were in Muggle Studies, Alice!” Molly greeted, sitting beside her. Alice Fortescue was a Hufflepuff in her year, and the blonde, round-faced, ever-smiling girl had always been a friendly acquaintance of Molly’s. She was beyond grateful that she was in this class with her.

“I wasn’t until this year,” Alice told her warmly.

“Looks like Brady’s letter worked then,” Molly commented. The two of them glanced up at the professor at the front of the room, who, at that moment, tapped her wand against a strange-looking box that sat on the head table. The entire class flinched away as the box let out a high pitched screeching for a couple of seconds before she was able to get it under control. Slowly, Molly removed her hands from her ears and turned back to Alice. “That’s why I’m here, too,” she told her. “Julie just about killed me when I told her I wouldn’t be in Divination with her anymore.”

Alice chuckled slightly, nodding. Everyone in their year knew that Molly and Julie were practically attached at the hip. “How many do you think are here because of the letter?” she pondered, looking around the room.

Molly looked around with her. Of the four boys, half were Ravenclaw and half were Hufflepuff. She recognized one of the Ravenclaws as being in their year, but she had a hard time recognizing the other three. Every one of them, Alice and Molly included, sat with at least two rows of desks between them and Professor Brady. Molly looked sheepishly back at Alice. “All of them, I’d say.”

Alice smiled awkwardly in agreement.

“Alright then!” called out Professor Brady, gathering their attention. Her face was bright and she looked out happily at her students. Molly couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “Let’s get started, shall we? I am Professor Evelyn Brady, and I want to thank each and everyone of you for helping to keep the Muggle Studies elective alive!” At this, Professor Brady clapped her hands together, and after a sad moment of her clapping alone, the rest of them joined in on the pitiful round of applause. “Now, before we get started, I wanted to do a quick head count!”

Molly and Alice glanced at each other. A head count? thought Molly, Is that really necessary?

But, nonetheless, Professor Brady began pointing at them all, counting under her breath. It was over very quickly, but by the end of it, the professor’s eyebrows were furrowed. “There should be seven,” she said, mostly to herself. She glanced around, her eyes lingering on Molly for a brief second before she asked, “Where’s Mr. Weasley?”

“Here!” came a loud, breathless voice as the door to the classroom swung violently open. They all turned to watch a tall, red-haired boy barrel, panting, into the room. He looked as though he’d run here from the clear other side of the castle, and, seeing his red robes, Molly wondered if he’d sprinted directly from Gryffindor tower. 

“Arthur!” Professor Brady greeted cheerfully as the boy ignored the precedent set by the other students and settled himself right in the front row. He must have been the only student that’s taken this class before.

“Sorry Professor Brady,” he continued, catching his breath. “Peeves was bombarding a group of first years with erasers - I had to try and help.”

“Not to worry, not to worry,” said Brady. She quickly looked up at the rest of the class, waving them all towards her. “Come up and join Mr. Weasley and I, class! Such a small class, there’s no use in me shouting. Come on, don’t be shy!”

Alice was the first to gather her things and stand, but Molly quickly followed. She followed her friend to the front row of desks next to Weasley, and as she did, she couldn’t help but hear Julie’s voice in her head. Have fun with all the Muggleborns looking for an easy O and all the nerdy Purebloods with an unhealthy Muggle obsession. 

Molly paused as Alice took the desk on the end of the row, leaving Molly to the one directly beside the only person who looked like he wanted to be there. She clenched her teeth, took a breath, and sat down beside him.

As soon as she had settled, she looked up and found that he was already looking at her, a friendly smile on his face. Molly was a bit taken aback. He didn’t look at all as she expected, and to her surprise, Molly actually found him to be quite handsome. How had she never noticed him before?

He smiled kindly and offered her his hand. “Arthur Weasley.”

Her lips slowly curved into a soft smile as she took his hand. “Molly Prewett.”

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

Can’t believe Little Shop of Horrors 1986 made sure that Audrey II came to Earth on Bi Visibility Day.

This is your reminder that every single Little Shop of Horrors character is bisexual. This is canon.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Hannibal being unable to not talk about Will while lying naked in bed with Alana is the same to me as Arthur being on a beautiful picnic with Gwen talking about his dream of running away to a farm with just Merlin

[kateis-cakeis]

Do you ever think about how the scene where Arthur catches Merlin with a dress in S2Ep9, and the scenes where Arthur is like "girl??????" in S5Ep8

that it's like just a lil bit suggested that Arthur thinks Merlin is both into men and crossdresses (which does that suggest some kind of queer culture in Camelot where gay men are known to do drag?? who knows) and not only thinks that, but accepts it too.

Like Arthur who is presented with the fact that Merlin might wear dresses in his spare times just shrugs and says what a man does in his spare time is up to him, and that the colour suits him.

He literally could have made any joke about Merlin being a girl like he often does when he teases Merlin about being a coward (which we know is just teasing) but instead he just accepts it, and still calls Merlin a man.

Meanwhile in The Hollow Queen, well, I'll let the lines speak for themselves:

GUINEVERE: He’s not in danger. He’s seeing a girl.

ARTHUR: Merlin?

GUINEVERE: Gaius, I’m sorry, but there is no reason to worry.

ARTHUR: Except for the poor girl.

---

ARTHUR: Oh, so you can go and visit that girl again.

MERLIN: What?

ARTHUR: Girl.

MERLIN: Don't have one.

ARTHUR: That's not what Guinevere tells me. So, why don't you tell us all about her?

MERLIN: Right.

ARTHUR: And why you're walking with a limp.

---

The first lines could be interpreted that Arthur doesn't think Merlin is good with women, but paired with the lines from the 2nd scene where Arthur asks him about it.... it definitely feels like Arthur is saying to worry for the girl because he thinks Merlin isn't attracted to women.

I mean the sheer disbelief alone when he says "Merlin?" like it's so out of realm of possibility. (I mean it could also be suggested that Arthur doesn't think anyone would be attracted to Merlin, but with the 2nd scene it definitely doesn't seem so.)

Especially the way he says "girl" with sarcasm dropping from his tone, like literally "girrrl" is how he says it. Like he's basically calling out Merlin, or saying that he knows that the girl Gwen told him about is actually a man.

Which I believe is why the "and why you're walking with a limp" has Arthur so, well,

like this. I think he truly believes that Merlin is lying sjhdfghsdfg Like he's thinking in that little brain of his that Merlin got pegged by a man and just isn't admitting to it.

And he's definitely accusing Merlin of sneaking away to have sex, you know, during an important time and all.

Basically, with these like 3 scenes in the show, I'd say it really comes off as Arthur accepting Merlin as gay and just waiting for the day where Merlin tells him the truth.

And that's really funny to me.

[yourinnerdemon]

Just because you don't like seeing the smut doesn't mean everyone else has to hide it 😭

I’m not asking them to hide it??? I’m asking them to put a few tags as warning’s????