#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

[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 🥺

[nightninjaboy]

The bi attack was invented that day

[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)

[historicalfictionenthusiast]

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

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I wanna write a really mundane magic reveal.

This has definitely been done before (please send fic recs) but I’m procrastinating and really want to write it.

Literally nothing is happening, Arthur is having a bath, Merlin is tidying up in his chambers one night and everything is basically fine.

Arthur asks Merlin how he manages to always get the bath water perfect and Merlin jokingly says “must be magic” while he’s distracted, Arthur stops and starts thinking about all the fallen tree branches, how his armour is perfect and even if Merlin is late, his food is always hot.

So Arthur realises Merlin is a sorcerer, but not a very good one if all he can do is boring stuff with chores. And if he’s not using magic to defeat all the bandits, it must be because he can’t defeat all the bandits. Not that he’s trying not to die or anything. In fact, the thought of killing Merlin, or of Merlin being punished for his magic, never even crosses his mind.

Arthur shrugs, because Merlin made the joke before, it was just his fault for not noticing it, also his father is still king, so it’s probably for the best that Merlin never said anything, and he tells Merlin to be careful about his magic and to only use it if he’s locked the door.

Merlin’s too shocked by the easy acceptance to panic, so he’s just like: “you’re cool with it?”

And Arthur, oblivious but in love, is just like “well, at least you’re good at something.” Because, sure, Merlin isn’t powerful, but he’s not about to piss off the guy who gives him perfect baths. Then he’s like, “maybe figure out how to lie so my father doesn’t find out about you though. We can figure out the ban once I’m king”

I’m picturing this to be in early/mid season two. Morgana never turns evil, Merlin helps her with her magic because I said so.

So Merlin and Arthur have a while for Arthur getting used to Merlin magically lighting fires, sharpening his sword, adding protection charms to his armour, heating his baths, removing stains from his clothes and even putting them back to being like new if they lost buttons or anything.

Then they go to find the dragonlord, Balinor survives also because I said so.

Merlin tells Arthur Balinor is his father in the inn before they meet him. Arthur is a little worried for Merlin, but ultimately happy for his friend.

Then Merlin uses magic infront of Balinor and Arthur after Merlin told Balinor that he’s his son. Balinor shoves Merlin behind him protectively and Arthur is confused, “why would anyone assume he’d hurt Merlin? It’s Merlin. If anything, he’s more useful as a servant and more honest as a friend since he found out about the magic.”

Balinor is floored by it, and starts treating Arthur a lot better. Arthur gets to ask about pre purge stuff, Balinor tells him a bit about his mother from when her parents visited his when they were kids, then about Ygraine visiting the dragons and how she, Balinor and others in court at the time were friends.

They take him to Ealdor after the dragon is defeated/banished and Arthur looks over at Merlin and realises “oh my god, you summoned the wind.”

And Merlin is like, “yeah? No big deal.”

So Arthur is left wondering why Merlin is downplaying what he thinks is the strongest bit of magic he’s ever done. He comes to the conclusion that Merlin is embarrassed that it was a fluke, he tries to reassure Merlin that he can always practice and learn to do stronger magic like that. Merlin is confused because the wind wasn’t strong magic?

Balinor realises what’s happening and decides he wants nothing to do with it so he stays quiet. (He’s already sensed a lot of power from Merlin, so he knows he’s strong.)

Anyway, they keep going to Ealdor. Merlin still hasn’t caught onto the fact that Arthur thinks he’s a weak sorcerer, Arthur hasn’t caught on to Merlin being strong and just thinks he’s a little bit embarrassed about not being that strong of a sorcerer.

Then they get to Ealdor, everything is great for about two days until it starts down-pouring. Enough rain to flood the village and everyone is worried because Cenred or Lot(?)(I don’t remember when Cenred dies in canon) isn’t going to do anything because he just doesn’t care so their fields will flood and they’ll starve and not be able to afford taxes.

Arthur tries to reassure Merlin that it’s okay, but Merlin just hums. He asks Arthur if they can still lie and say they were on a hunting trip if he does something about the rain, Arthur tells him he shouldn’t push himself or anything, but Merlin says he won’t and Arthur trusts him so it’s fine. Merlin then goes outside and casually stops the rain, clearing the clouds and moving the rainwater into the river.

Arthur is shook.

Then he’s got to realise that Merlin is powerful, but again he never lied about it so he can’t really get mad, so he decides it’s better to just be shocked and carry on as usual until he gets used to the idea that Merlin is stronger than he looks.

There’s also a little bit of a bi panic in there somewhere because Arthur definitely has a thing for competency. We all saw his crushes on Gwen, Merlin, Lancelot, Mithian if she wasn’t just the wrong person for him, I’m pretty sure Percival too. There’s definitely others I haven’t noticed or forgot about. You get the idea though.

He sees Merlin being good at Magic and is suddenly very confused by the feelings he’s too emotionally stunted to recognise. Even if it’s just small things, Merlin is good at something and ‘what the hell happened to the bumbling idiot who forgot to hand him his sword the first day? What? Huh?’

Then after he accepts Merlin is really good at magic, he decides: “great! He can train with me now! :D” and he drags Merlin out of Camelot to spar which is basically just Merlin teaching Arthur how to defend himself against magical attacks. Arthur thinks he’s helping Merlin to protect himself because ‘if all he can do is wind that’s hardly an offensive attack so he needs more help mastering that. And considering no one else knows, it’s my responsibility to make sure he’s safe if he ever needs it.’

Merlin is just glad to be accepted and that Arthur is willing to learn how to protect himself against the numerous magical attacks every week so he lets Arthur think whatever he wants about why they’re sparring.

But yeah, there’s minimal trauma, it’s not a big deal and they get the happily ever after they deserved.

[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)

[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”

[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.”

[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

[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.

[nextstopparis]

arthur pendragon + more bi stuff bc its the only thing keeping me happy rn omfg

[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