#i think part of the problem is i love merlin SO MUCh

[crispyjenkins]

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[myoonmii]

I keep thinking about Merlin’s love for Arthur and how it’s so clearly portrayed in the show to the point that it practically drives the plot of the show. However when it comes to Arthur’s love for Merlin it’s more subtle and sometimes difficult to even grasp, and I started thinking why that was, aside from the obvious fact that Arthur has a lot of trouble expressing his emotions affection or otherwise. I think it also lies in the fact that Merlin knows Arthur intrinsically throughout the show; he is one of the closest people to Arthur, and sees him for who he really is. Arthur admits as much.

Sure, Arthur knows Merlin but the main part of the plot is that he really doesn't know Merlin. Merlin wants him to desperately understand him and “see me for who I am” but he can't yet. And I think this subconsciously creates a barrier in the way in which Arthur can care for Merlin, and how Merlin can let himself be seen by Arthur.

Which is why I think he was also so hurt when the magic reveal happens because more than the betrayal of Merlin having magic, it was the betrayal of Merlin not letting Arthur see him for who he really is and for hiding a main part of himself. Arthur says it himself “why did you never tell me” that’s what hurt him the most.

I think the most damning piece of evidence for this is the fact that while we see snippets of Arthur’s feelings for Merlin thought the show, the biggest signs are in the last episode after the magic reveal; in which he finally gets to understand Merlin, and this time REALLY know Merlin, and as the barriers of what held them back from understanding each other truly fall away, Arthur evidently “falls in love with Merlin all over again”. We see him actually express himself to Merlin.

This is another reason why I think if anyone was ever to create another season of Merlin after Arthur’s return, it’s physically impossible not to make it about Merlin and Arthur acknowledging their feelings for each other. Because there is no way forward without them acknowledging how deeply they care for each other, obviously anyone is free to argue what kind of love that is, but its impossible not to see the deep love there either way.

They always knew they loved each other, just maybe never realising how much and what that means, because its almost second nature to everything that they do.

[bweeeb]

HARD DICK...or three

Summary: Draco, Theo and Mattheo have always been Y/n's best friends, but when she realizes that the reason her relationships don't last long are them, the conversation takes a funny turn involving three boys with hard cocks.

Warnings: English is not my first language, a lot of intimacy between the boys and the reader.

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There were people who were lucky in their careers, financial life, academics, and even love life. You were a lucky person but hated to admit that the hardest part for you was always your unluckiest part. Boyfriends were never easy for you, and staying stable with them was even harder. You never considered if the reason none of them lasted or were worthwhile was your fault—your poor choices, or the lack of character in all three serious relationships you had over the past few years. You never questioned it until last night. Dave Franco was your boyfriend for a year and a half, and last night he had a jealous outburst in the middle of a Hufflepuff party. You swore you heard him repeat the same words more than three times, “shitty friends,” “are you sure you didn’t have a threesome?” “They want to fuck you!” You were drunk and getting upset with his words until you realized that maybe your friends were much more intimidating to your boyfriends or flings than you had noticed. So you concluded that no, you were not the problem; they were…

— Alright, Our sleeping beauty has already missed the first classes.

Theodore's voice spread through the silent room along with the rustling of the comforter beside you as he occupied the space next to you.

— If you miss lunch, Snape will punish you until next year.

Mattheo said, pulling the blanket off your body, exposing your figure dressed only in navy blue lingerie that hugged your curves.

— And that means if you want to graduate this year, you better get out of this room.

Draco said, casting his eyes over you as you groaned into your pillow and shook your head in denial.

— Fuck off.

You whimpered, feeling your body shiver from the cold due to the lack of a blanket. Normally, you wouldn't be so exposed in front of your male friends, but Dave had broken up with you, so you didn't care at all if the three saw your butt, breasts, or whatever—it wasn't anything more than they had grown up seeing.

— What the hell happened to you? You didn’t even drink that much last night.

Theo said, and immediately you turned to look at him with a pout on your lips.

— Dave, he broke up with me.

You muttered, sitting up quickly.

— And it's your fault, so one of you owes me some affection.

As soon as you said that, your legs wrapped around Nott's waist, who smiled mischievously at Malfoy and Riddle, who were standing at the foot of the bed, watching you almost naked, snuggling into Theodore’s lap. It wasn’t a secret that you were obviously the dream of the three boys, and the fact that you grew up together gave them enough freedom to act like that among themselves.

— What do you mean?

Theodore asked, wrapping his arms around you.

— Yeah, he broke up with you because we’re your friends? Was he afraid of getting punched if he broke your heart or what?

Mattheo mocked Dave, and Draco laughed beside him and continued:

— Man, I think he's gay; there's no way he broke up with you because of us.

— No, he thinks we fucked or something. I don't know how many times I heard the word threesome or that you guys wanted to fuck me last night. Man, it was like torture.

You groaned, getting off Nott's lap and out of the bed, walking towards the mirror. You looked at yourself and sighed, rolling your eyes.

— The guy broke up with you because he thinks we want to fuck you?

Theodore laughed, and you gave him the middle finger while fixing your hair.

— Honestly, he's more insecure than my grandfather. Merlin, how did you stand him?

Draco laughed as Mattheo approached you and hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

— Oh yeah, Draco’s grandfather probably fucks his grandmother more than that loser Dave fucked you. Am I wrong?

Mattheo said with a mischievous smile directed at you through the mirror's reflection, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

— Ew, I don't want to think about Malfoy's grandparents having sex.

Theodore grunted, getting out of bed.

— Yeah, whatever, but the point here is that you all can hug her, and I can't? Get your claws off her, Riddle.

Draco grumbled, unhappy with your position, receiving an irritating smile from Mattheo, who let you go and allowed you to go to Draco with a gentle smile.

— Ah, he's a baby, guys.

You said, and Draco glared at you with a scowl.

— Shut up…

Draco grumbled, pulling you by the waist and throwing you on the bed with him on top.

— I’ll put a baby in you if you keep that up.

— See, that’s why my relationships don’t last.

You said, throwing your head back and pushing Draco off you to fall beside you on the bed.

— Nah, this is bullshit because we don’t do this with you when you’re dating.

Theodore said, sitting next to where your head was lying, as did Mattheo on the opposite side.

— I don’t know; maybe I’m just a terrible girlfriend and act the wrong way.

You murmured, frustrated, turning onto your stomach to hide your face in a pillow.

— Y/n, princess, stop blaming yourself for the idiot’s idiotic choice.

Draco shrugged while leaning his back against the bed's headboard and throwing another pillow at your now exposed butt.

— You hardly even come near us when you’re dating. I can’t remember the last time I hugged you besides today.

Mattheo made a mocking expression, thinking David was making false accusations about you.

— You are the most loyal person in Hogwarts, and everyone knows it. If your boyfriends are all insecure enough not to handle being with you because of us, it’s simple—they don’t deserve you, dolcezza.

— Really?

You asked, and as confirmation, you received three murmurs of agreement. Propping your elbows on the mattress, your gaze changed to a curious look that was noticed by Nott and Riddle.

— Hmm, do you guys want to?

You asked another question, and this time the boys’ faces on your bed were genuinely confused.

— What?

Mattheo questioned your question, and you laughed, laying your head on Theo’s lap, who had lit a cigarette. With a look, Nott understood; he brought the cigarette to you, and with a wild smile, he answered Mattheo and asked you.

— Fuck you?

— Uh-huh.

You agreed, hearing Draco laugh while accepting the cigarette from Theo.

— Everyone wants to fuck you, princess.

— Right, but I’m not talking about everyone; I’m talking about you guys.

You said impatiently, sitting on your heels to look at the three on your bed, staring at you without saying a word.

— Come on, I’m curious.

— You don’t understand, do you?

Mattheo, with his dark eyes and a sly smile, leaned closer to your neck.

— Don’t understand what?

— You can’t ask if we’d fuck you when you’re dressed like that, darling.

Mattheo murmured, and you heard Theo and Draco’s nasal laughter as they moved on the bed.

— Okay, so that would be a yes?

You asked.

— Hell yeah.

Theo agreed, bringing the cigarette back to his plump lips and then to yours.

Your smile grew with each passing minute of silence in the room. The three of them were eyeing you as if you were gold, and you couldn’t measure how much that amused you.

— What?

You asked, feigning innocence as if you hadn’t seen the bulges growing in the pants of the three there.

— Alright, I’ll get changed so we can meet Pansy and Daphne. Wait for me a second.

With that, you got up from the bed and heard a groan from Draco.

— Seriously? I’m hard as fuck, damn it.

Malfoy groaned again, and the four of you laughed.

— You’re evil.

Theo sighed, and you turned to look at them with a pained face.

— I think my dick is going to break, it’s so hard right now.

Mattheo said, throwing himself on the bed before looking at you at the bathroom door with a huge smile.

— Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything.

You said innocently, and Mattheo snorted.

— How am I supposed to continue the day like this?

— I don’t know, jerk off together, think of Malfoy's grandparents fucking.

You laughed again, and their scowls grew bigger.

— I swear you’ll pay for this, dolcezza.

Was the last thing you heard besides groans before you left to change for afternoon classes.

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[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I need a fic where Lancelot gets hit by a curse that makes him extremely honest/completely removes his thought to speech filter.

Like, he doesn’t blurt secrets but he’s got no sense of fear for saying things he probably shouldn’t and just starts saying all the quiet parts out loud.

Merlin’s immediately worried about him. I kinda imagine it like:

Merlin: Do you think you’ll say anything about..?

Lance: your secret? No. Definitely not. It’s your secret to tell. Arthur should know how much you do for him even without it though. You should remind him you’re not obligated to do so much if he keeps taking advantage of your kindness.

Merlin: That…

Lance: I clearly mean it. It’s your choice of course. You know I love you too much to betray your trust.

(I’m a sucker for Mercelot but take that however you want)

Then when they all get back to Camelot and one of the towns people is struggling to fix a cart with a broken wheel.

Lance *goes over to help and starts berating the knights*: we’re knights. We’re supposed to help people. If you just want to beat people up, we’ve run into plenty of bandits that would probably take you.

And we all know he doesn’t like the structure of statuses and how power is distributed in Camelot so while he’s still respectful to Arthur as a king, the rest of the lords not so much. He avoids them as much as possible to avoid causing unnecessary problems but when Arthur asks if he’ll be at a council meeting, he’s gotta say no:

Lance: I don’t think that’d be a good idea.

Arthur: why not? I could use someone honest on the council.

Lance: I am honest with you. Mostly. You definitely shouldn’t ask what I think about magic until I can be tactful about my answer. But If I get a chance to be honest in the same room as Lord NoName I’m going to ask him if he doesn’t want to pay taxes because too much of his coin already goes to his mistresses and his wife will find out if he’s forced to document it.

Arthur: …

Lance: …

Arthur: … I don’t know which part to focus on first. If Lord NoName isn’t there will you attend?

Lance: he’s not the only one. Personally, I think they should hear it, but I don’t want to be callous about it. Their wives deserve better and forcing them to find out through gossip and rumours just seems unnecessarily cruel.

Arthur: I’ll call a round table meeting later.

Lance: Probably for the best. You should give Merlin a seat, he’s braver and has done more for you than anyone. I’ll see you later, sire.

I can imagine the magic thing would keep coming up too, just little comments about how he’s frustrated that he’ll be used as an example for why magic should be banned when it’s not all bad and can actually be quite amazing.

Everyone’s confused but he just asks Leon if he likes being alive because he wouldn’t be without the Druids and the cup of life.

Heaven forbid anyone says anything bad about Merlin. He never out’s Merlin’s secret as promised, but he absolutely makes sure everyone is aware how much Merlin does for people out of the goodness of his heart.

I also want him to shit on Uther at some point. About his parenting style or how he ruled Camelot, I don’t mind which.

I imagine someone mentioning how well Lance is handling the curse and “taking it like a man” and getting immediately shot down.

Noble: he’s handling it well, taking it like a man.

Lancelot: Hypocritical coming from you, Lord He-Payed-Less-Than-I-Did-Even-Though-It-was-Proportional-To-Everything-Else. (I don’t pretend to understand how a fictional court set in about 5 different historical eras is run) Actually, not complaining about a situation that sucks isn’t a manly trait at all. All of the problems we’re dealing with are because something happened and someone “took it like a man.” Tax evasion, wars, uneven distribution of wealth, *putting reports on the table for each one* The last time someone “took it like a man” we ended up with an entire people being murdered because a king fucked up, lost his wife, and didn’t want to admit fault and grieve like a sane person.

Everyone’s just silent for a moment.

Lance: … *thinks about what he said for a second*

Lance: No, I stand by that. I’ll apologise for my lack of tact, but not the content.

Meanwhile, watching in horror and barely contained glee:

Arthur: Should have let him sit this one out.

Merlin: Absolutely not. This might become the most productive council meeting we’ve had in years.

Anyway, I just want Lance being able to lean more into the unhinged side of his character sometimes.

He’s still got to fundamentally be a good person, he’s just less filtered in watching the casual stupidity of the nobles, or more honest about people not thanking servants enough (especially to the knights who seemed to forget that they were once common born too) and isn’t afraid to call people on their bullshit when necessary.

Everyone learns to appreciate it too so when the spell wears off, he’s less anxious about giving his opinions on things.

Just let Lancelot be the unfiltered chaotic good that he is.

[ghostedgwen]

don't blame me | j.potter [part two]

note : ahhHHH! Really love that you guys enjoyed the first part and even asked to be added to the taglist for this fic! I do wonder how many parts I'll have for this. this is too fun and I don't want it to endddd (requests open, or just send me any msg!)

warnings : james potter is very skilled at the annoy (u get it), some slight angst on your part, just a whole lot of banter between you and james, i giggled so much while writing so i hope u too while reading.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 - 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 : 3.6k

James Potter is, by all accounts, a menace. An insufferably charming, unreasonably attractive, golden-boy menace. And worse than all of that - he’s smug.

He’s smug when you turn to face him in the Astronomy Tower with his hair ruffled just right, with that lopsided grin that screams mischief and misplaced confidence. He’s smug when he leans in close just to annoy you. He’s smug when he calls you -

“Wife.”

You could hex him. You consider it. Your wand is right there in your pocket, warm against your fingers, practically humming with anticipation. But hexing your fiancé - Merlin, you hate that word - would probably cause more problems than it solves.

Instead, you glare at him like you hope it’ll set him on fire. Like you hoped one of those stars above would come raining down to land on him.

“Don’t call me that.”

James raises his hands in surrender, but the sparkle in his eyes tells you he’s not even a little bit sorry - if he's ever been in his entire life.

“Alright, alright. Touchy about titles," a smirk tugs at his lips. "How about darling? Sweetheart? Snookums?”

Your eye twitch in annoyance. Just when you thought him hating you would benefit you the most - he's decided to do something about it in the form of vexing you.

“I will push you off this tower, Potter.”

James chuckles, stepping closer. “You wouldn’t. You’d miss me too much.”

You actually take a step back, mostly so you don’t punch him right in that annoyingly handsome face - and to calm your heart that leapt out of your chest and threatened to be one with the stars.

“In your dreams, Potter.”

“Oh, absolutely," his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. "You should visit sometimes, you say some really interesting things in them - "

You narrow your eyes despite knowing all the glares were no longer having an effect on him. It had caught him off-guard in the Potter Manor but he knew what to expect know -

He knew which buttons to push now.

"What do you want?”

He grins, leaning against the railing. You fight the urge to push him off. “Just came to see how my favourite fiancée is doing, you ignored all my letters.”

“I’m your only fiancée.”

“Exactly. So, you win by default. What a lucky girl.”

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, Merlin help you not to throw a Gryffindor off the Astronomy tower.

“Potter - ”

“Alright, alright.” He raises his hands again in mock surrender. “I’ll be good. For now.”

You turn from him, arms crossed, heart pounding with a bitterness that feels older than the stars above. Because you hate James Potter.

Not for the reasons he thinks - if he was even thinking under that tuft of messy black hair. You hated him not because he’s smug, or adored, or irritating.

It's a reason deeper than that, he doesn’t even know it. And you doubt you'll ever let him know.

“What do really you want, Potter?”

James doesn’t answer immediately. He steps beside you, leans forward against the railing of the tower, and looks out at the night sky. It’s a quiet moment - bright dust scattered above, the castle breathing slowly behind you, like it’s alive and listening.

Finally, he speaks - you forget you are holding your breath in anticipation.

“I want to know why you hate me.” he shrugs, like he was saying it so casually when the question has actually weighed on him for weeks during the rest of summer.

The question lands like a stone in your gut, sinking deeper and deeper and deeper.

You scoff. “You think I hate you?”

He glances at you sideways. “You’ve been treating me like dragon dung since this whole engagement thing happened. And before that, we barely remembered that the other exists.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. The words rise to the surface - You started it. You forgot me, I have always known you existed - you're the one who barely remembered. But you bury them.

Swallowing those words like a bitter concoction that had you choking in your own spit. You were quiet for a moment and he grew expectant in the silence.

“I’m not obligated to not hate you,” you say, shrugging. “And I don’t owe you a reason.”

James’s brow furrows, he had expected a real answer. “You think I like this either?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re James Potter. Your parents love this whole idea, so do mine - they think you're an 'amazing catch'. They probably think this is some kind of fairytale.”

He laughs, but it’s hollow. “Yeah, our parents, but I never wanted this,” he runs a frustrated hand through his already messy locks. “And Evans - she - ”

That stings. You flinch before you can stop yourself, and he sees it. Of course he does.

He barely stopped himself in time from mentioning her, remembering how you reacted the last time she was brought up.

James leans closer, gaze intense and you take note of how beautiful the stars looked reflected in his eyes. You couldn't even really enjoy the moment because you knew there was no romance, no love in the air.

You weren't some lovesick third-years sneaking away to have some alone time. You watch him part his lips to talk - “I didn’t ask for this. But we’re in it now. And I think we should at least try to make the best of it.”

You raise a brow. “And what does that mean?”

He grins. “Means you are stuck with me, ____. And we have all the time in the world for me to pick you apart and figure out just what it is about me that makes you tick.”

You don’t answer. Because the idea is absurd. Because part of you is liking the idea of being stuck with him for longer than you had hoped was ever possible - but no.

You lost him so easily before - once he grows tired of you he'll come crawling back to Evans.

He nudges your shoulder, as if sensing that your mind was flying off on a Hippogriff. “Let's meet again here before our round tomorrow night. Don’t ditch me if you very much value having all your hair kept in your head.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t say no - not that you could.

Your first round with James Potter was already off to a bad start.

It starts with him being late - only by three minutes, but you count every one of them with righteous fury, feeling like if smoke could come out of your nose - it would have already. He shows up with his tie half undone, grinning like he hasn’t a care in the world.

“Miss me already?” he raises a brow as he fiddled with his tie.

“You’re late.” you roll your eyes.

He shrugs. “Fashionably. You look stunning, by the way. Fury suits you.”

You glare. “One more word and I’m writing you up.”

James smirks, not one to back down. “Go on then. Prefect me into submission.”

You want to scream. You want to punch him. Instead, you march ahead, gripping your wand in your hand that you feared it would break.

He whistles low under his breath. “Merlin, I’ve missed our quality time.”

You wanted to comment that he was with you yesterday - but bite down your lower lip.

“Walk. Quietly. Or I’ll hex your shoelaces together.”

“Betrothed banter. Romantic.”

Still, you walk the halls together in mostly silence. It’s not comfortable, exactly, but it isn’t the icy disdain it used to be either. James hums under his breath sometimes. You pretend not to hear him. He walks too close. You don’t move away, knowing he'd find a way to use that to annoy you again.

When you reach the east corridor, he stops.

“Want to make it interesting?”

You narrow your eyes, of course he was already bored. “What kind of interesting?”

He pulls a galleon from his pocket and flips it into the air. “If it lands heads, you have to tell me something real. Tails, I do.”

You’re about to tell him how utterly childish that is when the coin lands. Heads.

You scowl, you doubt there was a way out of this so you give in with a defeated sigh.

“Well?”

You hesitate, a confession coming to mind but you figured it was real enough to both of you - and quite relevant too. Then, quietly: “I wanted to be Head Girl.”

He looks surprised. “Really?”

You nod. “I work hard. I’m second in all of Hogwarts. Only behind Evans.”

He winces, though the smile remained plastered on his face. “Ouch.”

You shrug, ignoring the glint in his eyes through his round glasses that gave away his interest. “It hurt. I gues . . . it hurt my pride. Ravenclaws are supposed to be clever. I thought I was clever enough.”

James is silent for a moment. Then he says, “You’ve always been smart.”

You glance at him sharply, as if sensing sarcasm.

He smiles faintly. “There was that time when we were little - you figured out how to get my broom down from the tree. I was crying like a baby.”

You blink in utter shock. “You remember that?”

“Just now, yeah.” His smile dims, only slightly. “We used to play a lot, didn’t we?”

You look away. “Not anymore.” was all you said in reply.

He doesn’t respond. But something heavy settles between you.

“You’d have made a great Head Girl,” he says again, softer.

Your heart trips over itself.

The next day, you look like death.

You haven’t slept. Not because of patrol, no. Because of James bloody Potter and his stupid smile and his memory of a childhood you weren’t sure he’d ever remember.

It caught you completely off-guard.

You stare blankly at your porridge, brain left somewhere in the Astronomy Tower. That damned place that has become your rendezvous spot.

“Oi,” comes a voice far too loud and cheerful, you beg in your mind that it wasn't who you thought it was. You were lucky enough - only, this isn't any better.

Sirius Black drops onto the bench across from you with a grin like he knows exactly what you’ve been thinking about.

“Go away, Black.”

“No can do, future sister-in-law. I come bearing messages.”

You groan, making a point to ignore the title as if it didn't pinch your heart through your chest. “Is this about Potter?”

“Right on! He wants to meet you by the Black Lake. Said before lunch. Something serious. Or maybe Sirius. I get those confused.”

He frowned and you neglected to consider if he was being - serious - or just fucking with you because he could and it was funny to him.

You throw a piece of toast at his head. He dodges, commenting about how wasteful it was as he caught it - beater reflexes - and sets it down on the plate in front of him.

“Tell him to shove it.”

“Tell him yourself. I’m just the messenger.” he grins, and you could tell he was trying to make use of that Black charm, unbelievable.

You stand up with a dramatic sigh, Black watching your move as you abandon thoughts of having breakfast. Already dreading the set of classes you're gonna have before and after the talk with James.

“If I don’t return for Lunch, tell Professor Dumbledore that James Potter is a dead man.”

Sirius salutes. “Will do. Want me to prepare a eulogy?”

“Write it in glitter.” you snort.

And with that, you storm off, heart pounding, and absolutely not thinking about how James Potter remembered the tree and the broom and the little girl he used to know.

The Black Lake is quiet, silvered with morning light. You walk down the slope with your robes fluttering in the wind that harshly blew - winter is on its way, still bleary-eyed from lack of sleep and far too aware of the fact that your housemates kept glancing at you in class like you'd grown a second head. Apparently, Ravenclaws not raising their hands was enough to incite panic.

You casted a quick glamour charm to hide the bags under your eyes, knowing he'd use it to tease you.

James is already there, skipping stones with practiced ease. That chaser arm was seen having done wonders to his physique when he had his uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You tried not to gawk. He doesn't turn when you approach.

“Nice of you to grace me with your presence, my radiant fiancée.”

You groan. “Stop calling me that.”

“I can’t help it. It just rolls off the tongue. Like darling. Or my beloved doomed bethroted.”

You eye him like you might push him into the lake, it was either the Astronomy Tower or the Black Lake now, the list keeps growing.

You might write it down like a bucketlist someday, places to throw James Potter in/off of. “Why’d you send your guard dog to fetch me?”

James finally looks at you, grin coy and infuriating like always - he is just so lucky his face was too beautiful that you could somewhat tolerate his mug. He waves a letter.

“This came this morning. From the parents. Thought you’d want the update.”

He hands it over. You unfold - and your stomach sinks.

Your parents’ handwriting, elegant and formal, outlines the plans for an engagement party. During the holiday break. Guest list included. Venue booked. Menu selected. Dress expectations underlined thrice.

A holiday engagement banquet for two pureblood families was a big deal in the wizarding world - specially with how rich and influential the Potters are.

You weren't exactly poor, but your parents were not that big in the wizarding world. Only thing they had going for them as being part of the sacred 28 - and even then, you cared not for blood purity.

You nearly choke.

“They’ve planned everything,” you whisper, baffled.

James leans against a tree, watching your face with open amusement. “Isn’t it romantic? It's gonna be one hell of a party.”

You stare at him in horror. “They want a photo wall. With matching robes. And an enchanted harpist - Merlin, they are doing too much!”

“I’m thrilled about the cake tasting. Think they’ll let us sample early?” James hummed, amused and acting all casual about it now, as if he's not getting married off while still pining for one redhead.

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Come now,” James says, smug, “you’ve survived worse.”

You groan into your hands.

Then, quietly, he adds, “We should probably start looking for what you’re going to wear. Want me to come with you to Hogsmeade this weekend? Help pick a dress?”

You stare at him. Then sigh. “As much as it pains me to say this . . . I’d rather go with you than my roommates. They’ll make it a whole thing.”

James winks. “It already is a whole thing. But I’ll try not to gawk.”

You shoot him a glare. “Gawk and die.”

His grin doesn’t fade.

And to your everlasting dismay, neither does the flutter in your chest.

Fucking James Potter.

You managed to slip out of the common room with all the grace of a trained assassin.

Your roommates were vultures, all glittering eyes and sticky-sweet smiles, dying to know who you were meeting in Hogsmeade. You gave vague answers, muttered something about needing a new quill or parchment or some other academic excuse, and dodged their curiosity like it was unforgivable.

Barely escaped with your life.

By the time you reached the entrance hall, you felt like you’d run a marathon - mentally, emotionally, spiritually - okay, dramatic. You spotted James leaning against the bannister, laughing at something Sirius said, and resisted the urge to turn back around and risk interrogation over whatever fresh hell this excursion was about to be.

He looked maddeningly at ease in a navy jumper under his cloak, his hair only marginally less disastrous than usual.

You hated him. Him and his perfect fucking teeth.

Moments before that - upstairs in the seventh-year Gryffindor dorms. James Potter stood in front of the mirror adjusting his collar for the third time. He tried to pretend it wasn’t because of you. Sirius, sprawled across his bed, clearly saw through that lie.

“Mate,” Sirius said, watching James smooth down his hair - yes, smooth down, not ruffle like usual. “You’re meeting her, not the Queen.”

James didn’t answer, just checked his reflection again.

“Do you think Evans is going to see you?” Sirius continued, voice a bit lower now. “Might not be a good look, you know, walking around Hogsmeade with another girl.”

James didn’t look up, still tugging at his clothes as if that would add or take from his overall look. “We’re engaged, she's not just any girl.”

“To be fair,” Remus piped up from the corner, flipping a page of his book, “Evans might actually like the idea. Less Potter pestering her every five minutes, begging for a snog.”

James gags at the exageration. Sure he bothered her every chance he got - but that didn't mean he was begging for a lay.

Peter, who was sitting on the floor munching chocolate frogs, pointed with a chocolate-covered finger. “He’s even trimmed his fringe. That’s effort.”

The room went still.

James caught his own eye in the mirror and smirked.

“Of course,” he said. “I’m off to meet my future wife.”

Sirius groaned. “Merlin save her.”

Hogsmeade was alive with movement, cobblestone streets busy with laughing students and bustling shopkeepers. The wind was crisp and playful, tugging at scarves and rattling the signs that swung above doorways. Honeydukes had a line out the door, The Three Broomsticks was overflowing with chatter and butterbeer, and Zonko’s looked like a battlefield of chaos and candy.

You kept your head down and half of your face was hidden under your thick blue and bronze scarf.

James, of course, walked like he owned the village. You had to grab his sleeve twice to yank him off the main street and into the quieter lane where the boutique sat tucked between a florist and a potion shop.

Glad that this section of Hogsmeade was less crowded as the students preferred piling into the more "fun" shops down the village.

“Stop strutting.”

“I’m not strutting. I don't strut.”

“You’re drawing attention.”

“Attention loves me.”

“You are a right git.”

“Wife,” he said, drawing out the word like honey. “That’s no way to talk to your husband.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

The bell above the shop door chimed as you ducked inside, casting one last glance at the street to make sure no one had spotted you.

You were fortunately in the clear.

The boutique was a soft swirl of color and lace and the distant scent of lavender. Rows of robes and gowns floated gently on hangers, charmed to shimmer slightly under the warm lights. It was quiet here. Private. Thank Merlin.

You immediately made a beeline for the corner with elegant winter gowns, running your fingers along the fabric with practiced interest.

James, naturally, was a menace.

“Ooooh, how about this one?” He held up something that looked more like lingerie than a dress, eyebrow wiggling suggestively. “Scandalous.”

You didn’t even dignify him with a response.

“What about this?” Another hanger, another scandal. This time something tight, black, and far too short to be acceptable outside Knockturn Alley. “Very - how shall I put this? - mesmerising.”

“Do you want me to hex you?”

“I’d prefer not,” he said cheerfully, despite the mischief glinting in his eyes. “But I do think we should lean into the whole betrothed thing. Let’s give the Prophet something to talk about.”

You sighed. Loudly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re radiant,” he said, draping a silver dress over your shoulder. “But we’re not here to argue, are we? We’re here to make you the belle of the cursed engagement ball.”

You swatted him away, cheeks burning despite yourself. You hated how he could get under your skin so easily, hated more how he seemed to enjoy it.

You preferred when he was shocked and surprised back in the summer when you first learned about the engagement. Now, he was the ever smug and annoying Marauder.

It was then you saw it.

A red gown tucked neatly between two duller selections. Not bright crimson, but a deeper hue - dark cherry or merlot. The kind of red that whispered rather than shouted. Its neckline was modest, but the bodice hugged the mannequin’s waist like a lover’s hand. The sleeves were sheer and embroidered with tiny golden threads that caught the light like fireflies. The skirt flowed down in gentle layers, not too puffy, not too plain.

You reached for it before you could talk yourself out of it.

James, surprisingly, didn’t say anything. Comment about it being his favorite color kept at the tip of his tongue as he knew you'd decide against picking it if he said that out loud.

For once, he had patience. Just watched you with something unreadable in his eyes.

You went to the counter, already bracing yourself for the price, but before you could dig through your pouch, James stepped up beside you.

“I’ve got it.”

You blinked. “No. I can pay for my own - ”

“Now, now,” he said smoothly, handing over the galleons before you could stop him, the person at the counter barely paid your exchange any mind as she rang you up. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t pay for my wife?”

You glared at him. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned. “And yet here we are. Married in all but paperwork.”

You grabbed the bag and stalked toward the door, trying not to smile.

“Come on, Potter.”

“Coming, darling.”

You shoved him on the way out.

He laughed and you pretended like it wasn't the best sound in the world.

to be continued . . .

part three | masterlist

[theodorenmyth]

Oh my gosh, can we please get a part three of a sky without you fic or a drabble, perhaps? I love your writing so much 🤞

Like Theo and reader gotta go on a little date at hogsmeade when it's time to go on the trip after those weeks without each other and maybe their friends watching them? The golden trio seems to like teasing them lol

If your request are still open, of course. Love you and have a nice day!

The cold air smelled like butterbeer and snow.

Your gloved hand swung lightly between you and Theodore’s, your fingers just barely brushing his. You weren’t holding hands yet—not quite—but the air between you was thick with the warmth of something rekindled.

Hogsmeade looked like something out of a painting, all snow-dusted rooftops and strings of fairy lights tangled between shops. Couples huddled close. Laughter spilled from the Three Broomsticks.

But none of that mattered. Because you were smiling.

Laughing again—really laughing, that wide, bright grin that made your eyes crinkle and your nose scrunch. The one Theodore used to dream about when you weren’t speaking. The one he was scared he’d never get to see again.

“I still think the snowman I made last year was better,” you teased, sipping your butterbeer as you leaned against his arm.

Theodore rolled his eyes. “That ‘snowman’ looked like a melting pudding.”

“It had personality!”

You laughed harder when he choked on his drink. Across the street, not-so-subtle whispers rose from a group of students loitering by Honeydukes.

“I give them five minutes before one of them kisses the other,” Ron muttered.

“Four,” Hermione corrected, eyes gleaming behind her scarf. “Look at how Y/N’s leaning into him.”

Harry just smirked. “Mate’s glowing again.”

Back by the fire outside the tea shop, Theodore finally gave in. He reached out and gently slid his fingers through yours. This time, you didn’t just let it happen—you squeezed back, smiling into your cup.

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and a little hoarse.

You looked up at him, golden in the light, eyes full of warmth. “I know. I missed you too.”

And when you leaned in to kiss his cheek, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, Theodore swore the stars couldn’t hold a candle to you.

The moment you pulled away, you spotted the little enchanted photo booth tucked between Zonko’s and the post office, your eyes lit up.

“Theo. Theo, look,” you gasped, tugging on his sleeve like a kid in Honeydukes for the first time.

Theodore blinked at it. “You want a picture of us?”

“Duh. It prints in Polaroid style and the frame is literally covered in stars.” You tilted your head, flashing him the grin he hadn’t seen in what felt like lifetimes. “Please?”

He didn’t say anything. Just opened the curtain with a little sigh like he was being so put upon, even though his heart was doing flips. “Alright, alright. Come on, stargazer.”

You practically skipped inside.

The seat was tiny, barely big enough for the two of you, which meant you ended up practically in his lap, laughing as the curtain swayed behind you. The booth whispered a countdown—“Three… two… one…”

Click!

You grinned wide, holding up a peace sign, your cheek squished against Theodore’s. He didn’t smile in time, caught mid-blink, but he didn’t care. Because your laugh filled the space like music.Click!

You poked his cheek this time, teasing. “Smile, Theo. You’re supposed to look like you like me.”

He scoffed, but his grin gave him away. “I like you too much. That’s the problem.”

Click!

The last frame caught it—your face still and soft, looking at him like the stars were behind his eyes, and Theodore looking right back. That frame printed slower. The border twinkled.

You pulled it out of the slot and stared at it in silence.

“Merlin, we’re cute,” you whispered, then gasped. “I’m putting this in my journal.”

Theodore flushed. “You're not going to—”

You kissed his cheek again before he could finish. “Too late. It's already my favorite photo in the world.”

And it was.

Because for the first time in weeks, you looked golden again. And Theodore Nott finally got to keep a memory that didn’t hurt.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Amortentia

Pairing: Yandere Regulus Black x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Regulus is tired of seeing you lust after his brother, so he takes matters into his own hands. 

WARNINGS: Use of Love Potion = Forced Love; Obsession. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feeback.

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Regulus tries hard to ignore it.

The way you ogle at his brother, how you enthusiastically talk with him, your eyes sparkling with happiness. You practically kiss the floor he walks in. 

And it bothers him. It bothers him that you’re in Gryffindor. It bothers him that you’re half-blood. It bothers him that you completely ignore his existence.

But most importantly, it bothers him that you have a crush on his older brother. 

He fervently wishes you’d do the same for him instead of Sirius. After all, he is more deserving than his brother, that traitor that keeps going against family traditions.

He is the one that deserves your love and appreciation. 

Instead, Regulus has to settle with eyeing you from a distance, hoping that Sirius doesn’t take a chance with you. He’s practically sure Sirius won’t. 

You’re the type of girl that wants commitment, a strong relationship - all things that Sirius isn’t willing to. But he is. 

Seeing you every day hanging around in Hogwarts but not having the courage to ask you out is taking a serious toll on him, becoming more and obsessed with you but almost losing any hope of becoming part of  your life. 

Until one day, Professor Slughorn introduces an interesting subject in Potions class. One that could end all of Regulus’s problems.

Amortentia. 

Most commonly known as love potion. Regulus couldn’t take his eyes off the cauldron that contains the potion. It smelled exactly like you. That sweet addicting scent of yours...

Through the entire class Regulus doesn’t listen to a single word, instead hatching a plan to finally get you all to himself. 

 “No…no, I’m fine, thanks.” you weakly mumble, cleaning your eyes with the robe.

Regulus stands in front of you with furious eyes as he earlier got a glimpse of Sirius and some Ravenclaw girl sneaking around into an empty classroom.

No doubt you’ve seen it too. 

“Are you sure? You seem... shaken up.” Regulus says, watching how broken you seem. He feels like punching his older brother. 

You nod your head, giving him a small strained smile and his heart melts. Despite everything, you still try to seem strong.

Regulus would never do that to you. 

“Listen, let me just offer you pumpkin juice, it’ll make you feel better.” he insists, pulling out a silver canteen out of his cloak and handing it to you.

"Oh no, it's okay, really."

He pushes the drink towards you.

"It'll make you feel better, I promise."

For a moment, he thinks you’re going to refuse it but at last you accept it. His stomach jumps as you take a long gulp of the drink, his eyes scrutinizing your face. 

You become expressionless for a moment, eyes going black and dead for a short moment but then you direct your eyes to Regulus and for Merlin’s sake, they are filled with so much love and passion that he knows it worked.  

“Regulus... this is kinda crazy but I need to tell you something,” you pause, taking a step closer to him and a smile starts growing in Regulus face even before you complete your sentence.

“I think I love you.” 

[imaginary-eddie]

As every Arthur was busying themselves being unhelpful, Merlin was trying desperately to figure out how to go about sending them all back where they came from. He scoured every book he could think of and nearly pulled his hair out when he found no answers to his situation. Apparently multi universal travel was not something anybody had dealt with before. Go figure.

“Merlin, have you seen Arthur-”

All eyes turned to Guinevere as she entered the room and there she stood frozen by the scene in front of her.

Knight Arthur immediately bowed with a forceful, “My lady!” And knelt before her in wait of command.

Her confusion continued to grow as the more muscular Arthur stepped forth and smirked at her with amusement, “Need something, my dear?”

The farmer barely acknowledged her presence. Instead he made a break for the door and in response Merlin had to grab him before he knocked her over. Their tussle made Gwen take a step to the side where she bumped into the eldest Arthur, who in turn was stunned and pale as a ghost.

“Is it? Are you really here in front of me, my love?” The king's hand reached out to stroke her face and Guinevere stood paralyzed by the look of love that shone through his eyes.

“Merlin, who is this?” Guinevere spoke as she continued to stare into the eyes of the man holding her gaze with such love and devotion.

The king's face broke into a smile of pure happiness and his eyes held the heartache of his memories. “I was your king. You were to be my queen.”

Merlin watched as Guinevere swallowed hard and took a step back. Taking a breath she took a moment to fully look around the room, eyes resting on the Arthur she knew to be her friend. “What is going on here?”

Merlin and Arthur, his Arthur, looked at each other then back at Gwen. Trying to figure out how to explain what exactly was happening and how it came to be, they honestly had no clue.

“It started at the lake really.” Merlin said, remembering the appearance of the first Arthur. The one which wouldn't stop flirting with him like his life depended on it.

His face began to flush with the memory of Arthur calling him ‘Darling’, and Gwen eyed him with curiosity.

“Well, it's kind of a long story.”

After Merlin had discovered the flirtatious Arthur was in fact not his Arthur he began to panic a bit, worried some assassin was pulling a trick. This led to the doppelganger shoved up against a tree and Merlin’s ruthless interrogation. Which then led to him being kissed just as fiercely by the clone and his brain short circuiting.

Once they parted, Merlin's Arthur had reappeared and was holding a sword to the throat of the imposter. The two had a heated argument of which Merlin barely remembered as he was still reeling from the kiss he'd shared with ‘Arthur’.

The rest was a blur for him as it all happened so fast. Merlin and his Arthur were then trying to stop the Farmer from invading someone's house that he swore was his own. He didn't take kindly to being told what to do by the original Arthur and proceeded to storm off in a huff.

They were then separated and the next thing Merlin knew someone was calling to him by screaming, “Sire!” Through the streets and causing confused looks to come their way. The young knight had told him he had dealt with the situation and for a moment Merlin felt relief before he realized this was definitely not his Arthur and was in fact another problem he had to deal with.

That had ended in Merlin having to magically transport a pile of unconscious Arthur look-alikes to the King's bed chambers where he was reunited with the original, and now they were here.

Guinevere was unimpressed by this explanation and before she could be stopped, promptly left the room in a huff. To be fair, Merlin and Arthur had sort of fumbled their way through the story so they should've expected as much.

Things only managed to get worse once she left.

The eldest withdrew into himself, standing like a statue by the window refusing to look or speak at all. Merlin could sense the overwhelming emotion that once again hurt this version of his friend, but his attention was turned to the other four Arthurs that were once again arguing.

“This is ridiculous, all I wanted was a calm day of fishing and suddenly I'm stuck in some alternate dimension?”

“Hey, I'm not complaining at least here I can actually shag Merls.”

“There will be no shagging of my manservant!”

“How dare you speak like that about the king! I will not stand by while his name is used in such a vulgar way!”

“Calm down, prude.”

“I am not a prude!”

And on and on and on. Merlin massaged his temples and groaned loud enough to catch the attention of all the yelling men.

“If you would all shut up I could think for a few minutes! But no! You're just at each other's throats when we could be working together to find a solution!”

One of the Arthur's mumbled something about Merlin always solving their problems, and the sorcerer glared in their direction. While it was true he usually could find a solution, this was just beyond him at the moment. In all his reading and all his time practicing magic, he had never encountered something like this and he was beginning to spiral.

His Arthur saw this and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “We'll figure this out, Merlin. Together. Don't be such a girl.”

Merlin shook his head and a smile crept to his face, “Sure. Together.”

The original Arthur clapped his hands together and rolled his shoulders back, “Alright men! We have a serious job to do. We need to come together and try to figure out why you were all sent here and how we can send you back. I'm not promising that we'll find a quick solution, but we must be vigilant! We must fight together and keep our thoughts on the goal! For all our sake.”

Merlin tried to fight the eye roll that came, but gods Arthur was such a king. He chuckled at the speech, it reminded him of many a one he'd heard Arthur speak to get the knights prepared for battle. Some things never change. The only receptive Arthur was the young knight, who begrudgingly nodded his head and took on a more serious demeanor. The king's and farmer on the other hand just shrugged or didn't respond at all.

“Right. Well then! Let's get to work. Let's go over what each of you remember.”

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[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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In the throne room.

Gaius: (enters and bows) Sire.

Uther: (At a table, offers him to sit next to him) It have come to my attention your ward is now quite popular above the people.

Gaius: I'm guessing you're referring to The Unicorn Catcher song, Sire?

Uther: (nods and sighs) Did you bring some of your concoction? (rubs his temples)

Gaius: (pulls out a little bottle from his pocket and starts mixing it with the drink Uther has already there) Sire, you don't really believe Merlin crossed pats with a unicorn, right? Because I can assure you-

Uther: Whether it's true or not is not really the problem.

Gaius: ... What?

Uther: If it's a lie, then that boy did a marvelous job to create himself a reputation portraying as a saint. If it's true, then he's been tempting my son with his virginity! I don't know which option is worst to be honest! This seductive demon-! (his eye tics)

Gaius: Drink. (gives him his drink) Just to get this straight, you aren't worry about the unicorn at all then, Sire?

Uther: (drinks it all in one go) Why would I worry about a horse with a horn wandering in the woods when the actual danger is here between the walls of this castle in the body of a peasant boy?! (stands up abruptly and looks at his vase frustrated) This thing isn't strong enough! (throws it away and Gaius flinches when it breaks) I know his kind, he gained my son's favor so when he becomes King he will turn him into his puppet king, or worst, he wants my son to make him regent so he'll have all the power! This boy is going to steal my kingdom!

Gaius: Sire, I promise you, Merlin is not that kind of person.

Uther: Really? Explain to me then why he dared to humiliate my son infront of his Knights? Tell me how that wasn't him showing off how much influence he has over the Prince of Camelot!

Gaius: (sighs, thinking) Of course he learned about that too. (says) Merlin is impertinent, I won't deny that, but he's not ambicious. In fact, if Merlin indeed encountered unicorn, that in itself would be prove of that. These magical creatures don't only feel attracted to the pureness in body, but the pureness in heart too. If Merlin had any malice in his heart it wouldn't have aproached him at all.

Uther: Oh, please! Why else would that boy humiliate himself to accept the affections of a man if not for his lust for power?

Gaius: Didn't it occur to your Majesty that for Merlin that's not an humiliation at all.

Uther: (frowns, confused) What do you mean?

Gaius: Well, Merlin has never showed any interest in girls, Sire. And, his status as prince aside, Arthur is a very handsome and attractive man. He also posseses very good qualities as a person. He's compassionate, brave, just, a very chivalrous man-

Uther: Are you trying to tell me that your ward is actually in love with my son?

Gaius: With all due respect, Sire, is pretty obvious that Arthur's feelings are not one sided. But you've been so absorbed in only thinking the worst of Merlin since he came here that you haven't realise that! I know my ward. He can be too dense and insolent for his own good, yes, but he's not a greedy person, much less a villain whose porpuse is to conquer an entire kingdom. He wouldn't even think of it. Merlin's heart is incapable of any evil.

Guard 1: (enters and bows) Your Majesty, Sir Silfred is here. He says he has important news for you.

Uther: Let him in.

Silfred: (enters and bows) Sire.

Uther: I'm hoping there's been a progress in your investigation.

Silfred: We still couldn't find any traces of Lady Sophia and Lord Aulfric, Sire. Not of them specifically at least. But we did find some dry blood stains deep in the woods.

Uther: They could be of anybody.

Silfred: That's what we thought. But then we found this nearby. (pulls out a purple neckerchief) It has stains of blood too. (gives it to Uther) Does it look familiar to you, Sire?

Gaius: (pales)

Uther: (analysing the fabric, icy calmed) It does... Thank you, Sir Silfred. You're dismissed.

Silfred: (bows and leaves)

Uther: (turns to Gaius) Your boy can be all chaste, Gaius, but he's definitely not pure hearted. He's evil in his very soul! And this is the prove! (throws the neckerchief at Gaius, who catches it in reflex) I knew something was off when Aulfric and Sophia dissapeared so suddenly and now I know why! He murdered them! He knew Sophia would be an obstacle for his plans so he got rid of her!

Gaius: (composes enough and stands up, firmly) I think you're running to conclusions, Sire.

Uther: Don't protect him, Gaius! Or are you going to deny this is his?

Gaius: It looks similar to the ones Merlin uses, yes, but Merlin is not the only person in Camelot that wears neckerchiefs.

Uther: True, but what about a purple one? Only royalty can afford purple fabric and there are only two royals in Camelot. And neither Arthur nor I wear this type of clothing. But we do know who likes to give expensive gifts to a certain servant.

Gaius: Even if it was Merlin's, we can't really be sure the blood is from Sophia and her father. You said it yourself, sire, it could be from anybody.

Uther: You dare to contradict me!

Gaius: All I'm saying is that in a court that wouldn't be enough prove to condem a person.

Uther: (yells) I am the King and therefore the judge and I say this is prove enough!

Gaius: (yells back) And would it be prove enough for Arthur?

Uther: ...

Gaius: (composes himself) I just fear, Sire, that if you condem Merlin based only on this evidence, Arthur won't accept it.

Uther: (sighs) I'm not naive enough to believe that Arthur doesn't know about this.

Gaius: (a bit nervous) What... what do you mean, Sire?

Uther: Sir Silfred is the best at finding traces and yet he could only find this piece of clothing and some blood stains. Even the smartest and strongest men can't hide a body that well in such short amount of time, let alone a skinny peasant boy. There's only one posible explanation.

Gaius: That he didn't do it?

Uther: That he had help! And not from other than my son, nonetheless! If Arthur's already, not only favoring, but covering him, we're doomed! that boy could even murder me and Arthur would let him!

Gaius: (thinking, worried) He's not stupid. It's incredible that he discovered what happened with so little clues, but his level of paranoia is worrying. He's right, but he's SO wrong at the same time. (says in a soothing voice) Merlin is no murderer, Sire. But even if he was, Arthur would never allow something like that, no matter how much he loves Merlin. You're not only his king, you're his father.

Uther: (grunts)

Gaius: But if you are so worried about my ward, Sire, why don't you talk to him?

Uther: (in disbelief) Talk?

Gaius: If you could take the opportunity to properly talk to him, maybe you'd realize he is not the person you believe him to be, Sire. Now you have this bad image of Merlin, but you haven't actually bother to know him.

Uther: Of course I haven't bother. He's a servant.

Gaius: But you fear the influence of said servant, Sire.

Uther: ...

Gaius: It's just a suggestion, Sire.

Uther: (sighs) Fine. (calls out) Guards!

Guards: (enter)

Uther: Bring the Prince's manservant here inmediatly.

Guards: Yes, Sire. (bow and leave)

Gaius: You could have sent me for him.

Uther: So you warn him in advance? No, I want to see his genuine reaction when a question him about this. (takes the neckerchief from Gaius' hands)

Gaius: Wait...you're going to interrogate him, Sire? 😨. That's not what I meant with "talking"!

Uther: I'm giving him a chance to defend himself, so be grateful.

Gaius: Of course I am, Sire. (thinking) Gods help me! Merlin please deny that neckerchief is yours!

Short time skip.

Merlin: (enters, confused but chill) Did you call for me, Sire?

Uther: You're talking to your King.

Merlin: I know.

Uther: Then why aren't you bowing?

Merlin: Oh, sorry. (bows quickly) Did you call for me, Sire?

Gaius: (facepalms internally)

Uther: I did call you. I have a very important matter to discuss with you.

Merlin: (more confused) Me?

Uther: (turns to Gaius) You are dismissed.

Gaius: (pleades) Sire-

Uther: Do as I say.

Gaius: (sighs) Yes, Sire. (bows and leaves)

Merlin: (starts worrying) What's... going on?

Uther: (about to pull out the neckerchief to start the interrogation) You-

Arthur: (enters and smiles politely) Sorry I'm late. What's the matter at hand?

Uther: I didn't call for you.

Arthur: But you call for Merlin and anything that concerns my manservant concerns me.

Merlin: (hisses) Arthur!

Arthur: (ignores him, but walks a few steps forward to be infront of Merlin) So, what is it that you want to discuss with my manservant so urgently, father? (keeps talking and smiling politely, but somehow he also sounds threatening)

Uther: (thinking) This won't work if Arthur is here. The boy will be confident he'll come to his aid. (says) I was just wondering if you knew anything about this song that's beeen circulating around lately.

Merlin: (nervous and blushing) You mean the Unicorn Catcher song, Sire?

Arthur: You called my manservant here just because of a tavern song? You must know that story is nothing but the product of some minstrel's imagination.

Uther: I'm very aware of that, Arthur. But that song is tainting your reputation.

Merlin: (sighs in relief, though still confused) But the song hardly mentions Arthur.

Uther: It mentions him enough. Now it's a song and then, last I thing I know, everyone in Camelot is saying that The Prince only takes young virgin boys to bed.

Merlin: (blushes more furiously, feeling humiliated)

Arthur: (notices and swallows his anger for the hiding insult to Merlin in Uther's words)

Uther: (to Merlin, aproaching) So, if you had anything to do with that song...

Arthur: (puts himself between Merlin and his father) It was Sir Ewan and Sir Innprudence who spreaded the rumor, father. Merlin had nothing to do with that. I already got them arrested for talking nonsense while drunk and causing all this mess, so you don't have to worry.

Uther: I did hear they were arrested. (sighs) That's all I wanted to know. You're dismissed.

Arthur and Merlin: (bow and leave)

Uther: (thinking) I need to find I way to get that boy alone, but how?

Time skip. Merlin, Gaius and Lancelot in Gaius' Tower.

Merlin: He found what?! 😨

Gaius: Your neckerchief, Merlin. And with stains of blood. So it doesn't look good.

Merlin: But that's impossible! Lancelot burned all the clothes!

Lancelot: I thought I did. But it was dark, maybe it fell while I was carrying the pile. (very guilty) I'm so sorry Merlin, I should've been more careful.

Merlin: Don't be. You saved Arthur's life and we didn't have much time.

Gaius: Uther won't arrest you, I convinced him to give you a chance to defend yourself. So when he calls for you again you just have to deny that neckerchief is yours and show him you are not the villain he built in his head.

Merlin: I need to tell Arthur. (makes a move to leave)

Gaius: (stops him) No! Uther wants to interrogate you alone, if you tell him he will sneak in again.

Merlin: I'll tell him not to go.

Lancelot: And you think he'll listen?

Merlin: I don't know. But he was involved in this too and I won't lie to him more than I need to. (leaves)

Gaius: Wait, Merlin! There's something else I need to tell you. Merlin! (makes a move to go after him)

Lancelot: (stops him) Tell me and I'll give him the message. I'll get to him faster.

Meanwhile, in Morgana's chambers. Arthur and Morgana having some kind of tea party, while Gwen braids Morgana's hair.

Morgana: (laughing) You men are so inmature.

Arthur: I was not inmature. He hit me first, I just defended myself.

Mogana: And then you fighted over who was Merlin's best friend. Yeah, very mature.

Gwen: I thought I was Merlin's best friend (pouts)

Morgana: You are his best GIRL friend.

Gwen: (mocking) So that means you are not his best girl friend?

Morgana: (plays along) How dare you! I'll fight you! (makes silly fighting movements)

Arthur: (complains) Stop it! (but can't help but laugh)

Merlin: (enters sudenly)

Morgana: Merlin! Knock first! I could be changing my clothes.

Arthur: Now you know what I have to endure everyday (looks at Merlin expression and frowns, worried) Merlin, what is it? (stands up and goes to him) Did something happen?

Merlin: Arthur-

Guard 1: (interrupts) Sire, The King wants you to interrogate a sorcerer in the dungeons.

Morgana: (feels mad and sad for what's probably going to be another unfair execution, but doesn't say anything)

Arthur: (notices) Lets discuss this outside.

Merlin, Arthur and Guards: (Get out of Morgana's chambers)

Arthur: (closes the door behind him) Can't it wait?

Guard 2: I fear not. It's a very dangerous sorcerer, we had to put him in cold iron, so the King wants to execute him as soon as possible. But he also wants to get as much information he can from him. Apparently he was the leader of a group of renegate soreceres.

Arthur: I understand. (to Merlin) We'll talk later. (makes a move to leave)

Merlin: (makes a move to go with him)

Arthur: (stops him) Merlin, no. Stay. I have to do this alone. (thinking) I don't want you to see that, nor do I want to put you in danger.

Merlin: You can't stop me. (thinking) Like I'm going to let you alone with a dangerous sorcerer!

Arthur: (sighs) Merlin-

Lancelot: (arrives running) Merlin! (takes a breath) By the Gods, you run fast. (bows to Arthur) Sire, I'm sorry, but Gaius needs Merlin urgently.

Arthur: (releaved) It's alright, Lancelot. I have urgents matters to attend too. (follows the guards and leaves)

Merlin: (about to leave but Lancelot stops him) Let go of me! 😡 Arthur is about to interrogate a dangerous sorcerer I need to be there! Whatever urgency Gaius has can wait!

Lancelot: There's no dangerous sorcerer.

Merlin: (stops struggling) ...What?

Lancelot: There is no dangerous sorcerer and there is no urgency. That's what Gaius wanted to explain to you. Is part of the plan.

Merlin: The plan? What plan?

In the dungeons. Arthurs goes with the guards to a cell, but finds it empty.

Arthur: Where's the prisoner?

Guards: Here. (push Arthur inside quickly and close the cell)

Arthur: (stands up, furious) What do you think you are doing?! 😡

Guard 1: (very apologetically) Forgive us, Sire. It was King's orders.

Arthur: Why did my father order you to lock me up in the dungeons?! I'm not strange to this punishment, but normally I know WHY I'm being punished.

Guard 1: This is no punishment, Sire. Your Majesty just doesn't want you to interfere in... some matters.

Guard 2: It will be just for a couple of hours, Sire. You don't have to worry.

Arthur: Interfere? Why would I... (pales and shouts) Merlin!

Meanwhile in the throne room.

Uther: Has the prince been brought to the dungeons.

Guard 3: Yes, Sire.

Uther: Perfect. Now bring the boy.

...

Finally we get back to the request list!

Arthur has to protect Merlin from his dad ☑︎

An he will continue to do it for the next parts because this shit is far from over!

What do you think is going to happen?

What was the hiding insult in Uther's words the Arthur catched?

Also, credits to my best friend Rosangela, who helped me with some dialogues and situations, no only in this part, but several ones. Love you so much! ❤️

[starryeyedwolves]

Worth It for Love

Sirius was never one to do things halfway.

If he wanted something, he chased it with reckless abandon, sometimes to disastrous results. And right now, what he wanted more than anything was for Remus to notice him. Not just as a friend, not just as a fellow Marauder, but as something more.

The only problem? Remus was painfully oblivious.

Sirius had tried everything—casually draping himself over Remus in the Gryffindor common room, complimenting his sweaters (which were admittedly awful but endearing), even making exaggerated, dramatic sighs whenever Remus so much as glanced at another boy. Nothing worked.

So, Sirius did what any self-respecting teenage boy in love would do: he got stupid about it.

It started with small things—tripping over his own feet when Remus walked into a room, knocking over his goblet at breakfast because he was too busy staring at Remus’ hands, once even walking straight into a suit of armor while Remus was laughing at something James had said. The last one had been particularly humiliating, especially since the armor let out a deafening clang that had the entire Great Hall turning to look.

"Are you alright?" Remus had asked, clearly concerned as he knelt beside Sirius, who was sprawled out on the floor, dazed.

Sirius had blinked up at him and, in a fit of desperation, blurted, "I think I’ve been wounded. Your beauty—it's lethal, Moony."

Remus had blinked once, then twice, before snorting. "Merlin, you’re ridiculous."

Sirius, still flat on the ground, grinned. "Ridiculously in love with you?"

Remus rolled his eyes but helped him up, and that alone made Sirius consider the whole endeavor a success.

Then there was the poetry phase.

James had begged him to stop, but Sirius was committed. Every morning, a new poem would mysteriously appear in Remus’ books, scrawled in dramatic, slanted handwriting.

"Oh, Remus, your eyes, like amber so bright, Make my poor heart take ungraceful flight. Your voice, so soft, a whisper divine, would that you’d call me forever mine."

The worst part? Remus never mentioned them.

Sirius watched, agonized, as Remus found each note, read them with the tiniest of smiles, and tucked them away—never once bringing them up. Was this hell? Had he died and been sent to an afterlife of eternal suffering?

Desperate, he tried a new tactic.

"James, throw me in the lake."

James, used to Sirius' dramatics, barely looked up from his Quidditch playbook. "Why?"

"Because Remus is down there studying, and if I fall in dramatically, surely he’ll be forced to rescue me. Then, in the moment of my near-drowning, he’ll realize he loves me."

James stared. "That’s the dumbest plan you’ve ever had."

"Is it?" Sirius challenged. "Or is it genius?"

"It’s stupid."

"Throw me anyway."

James sighed, muttered something about being too good a friend, and then—without warning—shoved Sirius hard enough that he tumbled right over the edge of the dock.

The water was freezing. Sirius surfaced, sputtering, hair plastered to his face.

Remus, who had indeed been sitting nearby with his books, stared at him. "Did you just—?"

Sirius, shivering but determined, pushed his wet hair out of his face and beamed. "Save me, Moony. Only your touch can warm me now."

Remus exhaled through his nose, clearly fighting a smile. "Get out of the water, you idiot."

Sirius was close to giving up. Maybe Remus just wasn’t interested. Maybe this whole thing had been a lost cause from the start.

He was sitting on his bed, dejected, when Remus wandered in. "You alright?"

Sirius groaned. "Just contemplating the futility of love."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Sirius sighed dramatically. "You have no idea."

There was a pause, and then—softly—Remus said, "You know, you could’ve just asked me out."

Sirius’ head snapped up. "What."

Remus was watching him with an amused expression. "I mean, the notes were sweet. And the falling over things. And the terrible flirting. But I figured you’d eventually just… ask."

Sirius stared, heart hammering. "You knew?"

Remus chuckled. "Of course I knew. I was just waiting to see how ridiculous you’d get before you actually did something about it."

Sirius groaned, falling back against his pillows. "I hate you."

"Do you?" Remus asked, stepping closer.

Sirius lifted his head just enough to glare. "You’re a menace."

Remus smirked. "Your menace, if you ask properly."

Sirius sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. "Remus John Lupin, would you do me the honor of going out with me?"

Remus laughed. "Yes, Sirius. I’d love to."

Sirius blinked. "Oh. That was easier than I thought."

Remus shook his head fondly before leaning down and pressing a quick, warm kiss to Sirius’ cheek. "You’re an idiot."

Sirius beamed. "But I’m your idiot."

And for love? Yeah, totally worth it.

[lionizingheathen]

Hiii

This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu - Request

I’ll do my best!

Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Sirius Black kissing you roughly against the wall of his bedroom could be considered a religious experience, but it was also one that needed to stop because at some point, you were gonna fall.

There was gonna be strings.

You needed it to be over before that happened.

“We cannot keep doing this, Sirius.” Your tone was firm, but both of you knew that you didn’t mean it… How could you possibly mean it when he smiled at you like that, when his hands felt this good on your body… He knew that his time was nowhere near over.

“Right, love… You said the same thing last time… and the time before that-.” You placed your hand over his mouth, knowing that that was your only chance at getting a word in edgewise around him… Sirius Black was great at a lot of things, talking being his forte.

He could talk his way into and out of any situation very quickly, and right now you needed him to learn to fucking listen.

“Right, but I’m being serious right now.” You said, slipping your hand from his mouth to reveal a crooked grin.  Fuck… Yeah, that was something you should’ve known would happen.

Idiot.

“Funny, I thought-.” You cut him off again, pressing him against the wall as you shook your head.  If he was gonna keep being like this, he could get himself off, and there didn’t need to be a ‘one last hurrah’ between the two of you.  Easy as that.

“If you wanna get fucked tonight, you won’t finish that joke.” You said firmly, and you saw actual remorse in his eyes as he nodded, putting his hands up in surrender.

Pussy-whipped. 

“Right…” He leaned a little closer, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “Sorry.” He mumbled, and you sighed, shaking your head… God, he made it so fucking hard to stay mad at him sometimes.

That was half the reason why you’d tell anyone not to start fucking their best friend ‘no strings attached’… It was almost impossible to break it off.

“Don’t be sorry.” He nodded, looking relieved.  Right, because apologizing isn’t your strong suit… What we’re about to do is. “But this is the last time… So make it count.” You said, seeing a grin on his lips again as you were pulled close for a long, lingering kiss, one that made your knees buckle as you pressed against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants.

Fuck, you wanted him inside you.

“Oh, I will.” He murmured, slipping his hand under your waistband quickly, finding your clit an instant later.  You gasped, your thighs closing around his hand as you looked him deep in his eyes, intent on not letting him know just how much this was getting you, even this little touch… He was electric, he always had been, that was part of the problem with breaking it off.

You always found yourself looking for a recharge.

“Merlin, you’re already soaked.” He breathed, sounding mystified, like that was something new and not something that happened every single fucking time that the two of you were together… You’d think that he was at least a little used to it by now.

“Your fault.” You grunted, grinding your hips down against his hand with a gasp as you tangled your fingers into his long hair, chasing any sort of relief that he was willing to give you right now, sort-lived or not.

You needed to cum.

“Can’t say I hate hearing that.” He brought his free hand up, placing it under your chin so that he could make you look up at him.  Fuck, he looked so good like this… So focused. “Unbutton your pants, I need to move more.” You nodded, pulling your hands from his hair in favor of unbuttoning your jeans and shucking them down your legs.

He let out a sigh of relief as he slid two fingers inside you and curled, making your knees buckle as you gripped onto the fabric of his shirt hard… You should’ve expected it but God… You were never prepared.

“Oh! Fuck…” You gasped, digging your nails into his shirt, hoping that he could feel the sting on his skin… You liked knowing that he was walking around with a reminder of what the two of you had done together.

Possessive?  Maybe, but come on… Sirius Black was fucking hot, anyone with a chance with him would do the same.

“Shit, listen to that…” You felt a hand clamp over your mouth as he worked his fingers in and out, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room as your cheeks burned… Why would he make you listen to this?  It was mortifying. “You’re so fucking easy for me.” He mumbled, sounding dazed as he curled his fingers deeper, making your jaw drop open as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to think of what to say.

“Shut the hell up.” That wasn’t very eloquent, but it really summed up what you were feeling right now.  If he could shut the hell up, maybe you’d be able to keep your wits about you until he fucked them away.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he brought his thumb around to circle roughly on your clit, all but shutting your brain off and filling it with one thought: Fuck me till I can’t walk.

God, he turned you into such a slut sometimes.

“You love it when I talk.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, making your thighs feel shaky. “This tells me that much.” He mumbled, and you gasped, shaking your head as you fought the urge to moan his name. 

Don’t give him that satisifaction just yet.

“You’re… Too cocky…” You breathed, hearing him chuckle as his free hand came down to grip roughly at your ass, squeezing it hard as you bit your lip.  Yours.  I’m yours right now.

“And you’re talking back a lot for someone who is so eagerly riding my fingers.” You rolled your eyes and sighed, working hard to make sure that you could still talk even as he ruined you… That’d drive him up a fucking wall, he liked it when you were speechless from him.

“You’re… Such… A… Dick…” Each word was punctuated by one his thrusts, and the final one was followed with a dark chuckle.

“Seems like you want my dick.” He mumbled, and you nodded, betraying yourself… It was all you wanted right now, you wanted him to be filling you up, you wanted your face pressed against the wall while he fucked into you hard and fast from behind, whispering all the dirty, nasty things going through his mind.

You needed that.

“… Please.” He paused, his cocky energy only seeming to grow.

Come on…

“Yeah?  Want me inside you?” He asked, sounding just as desperate as you were feeling.  You nodded frantically, head hanging forward as you groped around before finding his cock, pressing your hand against it through his pants.

You want me just as bad as I want you.

“Mhm!  Yes, please Siri… Please fuck me.” You gasped, hearing him let out a low moan as he slid his fingers out of you.  No… You didn’t want him to stop touching you, not even for a moment.

You needed him to need you as much as you needed him.

“Shit…” He slid his fingers into your mouth, making you gasp as you sucked them clean, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.  He let out a shaky moan when he slid them free, kissing you slowly, messily. “God, I have to taste you.” You watched as he slid to his knees, pulling your pants and panties fully off before he ducked his head between your legs, tracing his tongue over your cunt.

Oh god…

“Ah… Sirius…Sirius…” You whimpered, chewing on your lip as your head lulled back against the wall… You could’ve easily stumbled to his bed, and you were hating that you hadn’t at this point, because it was so fucking hard to stay upright.

Sirius, however, seemed content on his knees, pressing you against the wall with a thigh over his shoulder.  He seemed to be good anywhere, so long as it was touching you.

“Mmm… Taste so fucking good…” He gasped, and you bit the back of your hand as you spread your legs further, pressing your back against the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, shivering at the feeling of his tongue against your clit.

God, he was so fucking good at giving head.

“Sirius, please…” You groaned, not wanting him to stop what he was doing but also needing him inside you… An impossible conundrum to be in.

“Wait.” That command was easier said than done, you were already close to coming undone… and while you could easily cum again on his cock, you just wanted to be full.

“Wanna cum on your cock… Let me cum on your cock, please!” You begged, not caring if someone heard you at this point, because if your friends didn’t already know you two were fucking then they were purposefully ignoring it.

He pulled back, wiping his face on his arm with a grin before he stood up and undid his pants, letting them slide down his thighs.  You reached down, shucking his boxers down with it, moaning to yourself when his cock was visible, hard with a drop of precum on the tip.  You wiped your thumb across it, bringing it to your mouth to taste with a groan.

Fuck, he tasted good.

“When you put it like that… How could I say no?” He asked, and you bit back a grin as he flipped you around, pressing your face against the wall as you arched your hips out and spread your legs, feeling his hand slide over your ass and down to your cunt, tracing over it lightly.

Fuck me already.

“You’d have to be cruel.” You said, your breath catching as you felt the tip of his cock rest against your cunt… It took everything in your power not to press your hips back, to take him inside you right now… But you waited.  You waited for him to make the move.

“And I’m anything but that.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he thrust inside you, making you gasp at the sudden fullness.  He moaned himself, massaging your hips softly as he kissed across your shoulders, making you shiver.

“Oh…”

“Fuck… You feel good… So good…” He gasped, thrusting hard and deep, moving slowly at first… God, ti was like he was trying to melt your brain with each movement, and it was fucking working, it was working so well, there was no fighting it at this point.

You were his to use.

“Sirius!  Sir-.” You felt his hand on your mouth a moment later as he sped up his pace, making your vision go white for a moment… God, there was no one like him, nothing had ever felt as good as being fucked senseless by him.

“Sh…” You whimpered against his hand and reached down, rubbing at your own clit as he moved quicker, seeming to be reaching his end.  Good, me fucking too. “Someone could hear us.” That made you laugh a bit as he pulled away.

“Why would… They be listening…” You breathed, knowing damn well what he meant… Anyone would be listening if you couldn’t quiet down enough to ensure that this was a secret.

“Never too careful.” He grunted, his fingers digging into you as sped up a bit more, knocking the wind out of you… God, this was perfect, but it wasn’t everything yet.

You needed it to be everything, you needed him like you needed air right now.

“Oh, fuck… Harder!” You gasped, and he paused for a moment, which was like… The opposite of what you wanted from him - how hard was it to just listen to the instructions that he was given?

“You’re sure?” His question was soft, gentle, and one he’d asked a thousand times before, but you’d never get tired of hearing it… It was a good reminder that he cared.

“Mhm. Harder.  Please.” Each movement that followed put the last to shame, making your head spin as you moved quicker against your own clit, wanting nothing more than to cum on his cock.

He gripped your hips, moving you against him even as he thrust mercilessly.

Yesyesyes.

“Take it, good girl… Take it…” He grunted, thrusting so hard that your knees gave out, and his arm around your waist was the only thing holding you up as your vision greyed out, a familiar coil in your stomach.

“Gonna cum…” He paused for a moment, something that made you think that maybe he was cruel.

“Wait… Wanna cum with you, wait.” You whimpered, shaking your head… God, you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer at this point… You fucking needed to cum, what was hard to understand about that?

“Sirius, please!  Pleasepleaseplease-.” He cut you off.

“Now.  Cum for me.” He insisted, and you weren’t sure what it was, but something in his voice made you come undone as his thrusts became sloppy, his cum filling you up in a way that made you shiver.

“Oh… Fuck, yes!  Yes, Sirius, yes… I’m.. Ha…” You gasped, your orgasm shooting through you as you collapsed against the wall, feeling him heavy against you, still deep in your cunt as he caught his breath.

Fucking hell.

“Merlin, that was good.” He breathed, rubbing your hips softly as he pulled out of you, making you wince a bit at the sting… It never hurt going in, but sometimes if he was rough enough, it stung a bit coming out, no fault of his… Fault of both of yours, really.

“Ha…” You breathed, feeling him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he turned you around, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so that you could bury your face in his shoulder for a moment, both of you breathing heavily before you broke apart to get redressed.

You grimaced as you pulled your panties back on, knowing that you should clean up… But you’d do it later, you wanted to feel the reminder that the two of you were together now.

“Good one to end on, eh?” He asked, his cocky grin making you roll your eyes as you sighed, shaking your head.

Would there very really be a ‘one to end on’?  You’d both always want more.

“Oh come off it…” You leaned in, kissing him softly before you pulled away and looked down, buttoning his pants for him. “I’ll see you back here again tomorrow.” You insisted, patting his cheek.  You walked towards the door first, knowing the drill - you first, him about a minute later, even if there was just one person outside that door.

You waited to hear his response.

“Brilliant.” As expected.

[they-call-me-whiskey]

All the Bitter Truths

pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

summary: knowing the truth doesn’t make it hurt any less.

warnings: angst; probably some ooc; English is not my first language.

author’s note: sorry not sorry. here’s the link to the previous chapter.

Sirius has no idea how you found out about his initial intentions, and honestly, he doesn’t even care—all he wants is to fix things with you, but he doesn’t know how, and it’s driving him mad.

he tries to reach you that same day, but you lock yourself in your dormitory and refuse to come out. he considers asking one of your roommates—who is also your close friend—about you, but the moment she sees him, the first thing she says is, “what did you do?”

apparently, you haven’t spoken to anyone. all she knows is that you’d been happy that morning, gone on a date with Sirius, returned early—completely broken—and refused to talk.

Sirius knows that if he tells her the truth, she will never help him. in fact, she will do everything she can to keep him away from you. So he doesn’t.

the next day, he waits outside your classes, hoping to catch you alone. but you either never turn up, or you somehow find another way to slip past him. by lunchtime, it’s clear you’re actively avoiding him.

by dinner, you aren’t even sitting in your usual spot in the Great Hall.

the ache in Sirius’ chest grows heavier with every passing hour. he isn’t used to feeling helpless—he’s always the one who can talk his way out of anything. but none of his usual tricks will work here. you don’t need his charm or his grand gestures. you need the truth.

the problem is, he doesn’t know how to give it to you.

because, technically, you’re right.

at first, he pursued you with the sole intention of winding up his family. dating a Muggle-born, parading you around Hogwarts, making sure everyone saw how much he adored you—it had been an act of defiance, another way to prove that he was nothing like them.

but somewhere along the way, it stopped being about them.

he isn’t sure when it happened—maybe it was the first time you ran your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, or the time you hexed a Slytherin who insulted him, or the way you always saved him the last piece of toast at breakfast. maybe it was all of it.

all Sirius knows is that, before he even realises it, he has fallen in love with you.

and now he’s losing you.

he can’t let that happen.

so, that night, Sirius does the only thing he can think of.

he writes you a letter.

it’s messy, rushed, but it’s honest.

when he slips it under your dormitory door, he hesitates for a moment, fingers lingering against the wood. part of him wants to knock, to force you to face him, but he knows better.

so he steps back.

he doesn’t sleep that night.

every creak of the dormitory floorboards makes him lift his head, every shift of the wind outside makes his heart lurch. maybe you’re reading it. maybe you’ve already thrown it away.

but maybe—just maybe—it’ll be enough.

darling,

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, and I wouldn’t blame you if you burned this before reading it. but I need you to know the truth, even if you never speak to me again.

yes, in the beginning, I wanted to piss off my family. I was angry, reckless, and you were— Merlin, I don’t even have the words for what you were. brilliant. fearless. everything they hated. I wanted to shove it in their faces. to show them I could love someone they’d never accept.

but here’s the part I don’t know how to make you believe:

it stopped being about them a long time ago.

I fell in love with you. I didn’t plan to, didn’t expect to, but I did. and I know that doesn’t erase how we started. I know that if I’d been a better person back then, I would have seen you for who you are instead of what you represented. but I see you now. and I swear to you, there isn’t a single thing in this world I care about more than you.

I don’t expect you to forgive me. but if there’s even the smallest chance that you believe me, that you could maybe—not today, not tomorrow, but someday—let me prove that this was real… then I’ll wait.

forever, if I have to.

Sirius

the parchment crinkles in your hands as you finish reading. the words sit heavy in your chest, but all you can focus on is one thing.

“I know that if I’d been a better person back then, I would have seen you for who you are instead of what you represented.”

because that’s exactly it, isn’t it? if he hadn’t needed to rebel, he wouldn’t have looked at you twice. he can say he loves you now, but would he ever have loved you if not for them? if not for spite?

your throat burns as you fold the letter, setting it aside like it might hurt you if you hold it too long.

you don’t sleep that night.

your mind won’t let you. not with his words echoing over and over, not with the question you don’t know how to answer.

does it even matter?

the morning after, Sirius arrives at breakfast, hoping to see you. his eyes scan the Great Hall, searching for any sign of you, but you’re nowhere to be found. his chest tightens. did you even read the letter? did you toss it aside without a second thought?

the uneasy feeling follows him all the way to first period. then, just as he and the other Marauders head down the corridor, he spots you.

before he can think, he moves towards you, but Remus catches his arm.

“wait, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Remus asks carefully.

Sirius shrugs him off. “I just want to talk.”

before anyone else can stop him, he’s running after you.

he catches up easily, reaching for your wrist, and you freeze at his touch.

“can we talk?” his voice is quiet, almost pleading.

you hesitate, your eyes darting to the students passing by. then, shaking your head, you pull away.

“I’ll be late for class.” the words are clipped, and before he can protest, you turn and leave.

Sirius stands there, stunned. he thought the letter would fix things—or at least help. instead, it feels like nothing has changed.

behind him, James places a hand on his shoulder. “give it time, mate.”

Remus sighs. “just… give her some space.”

Sirius doesn’t reply. he can’t.

but he doesn’t listen, either.

in class, he tries to catch your attention, but you keep your gaze forward, refusing to acknowledge him. when he leans closer, whispering your name, you sigh.

“fine,” you murmur. “after class.”

it’s not much, but it’s something.

the moment class ends, Sirius is at your side. “listen, I’m sorry, I—” he doesn’t waste time, doesn’t give you the chance to slip away again.

you glance around. “not here. let’s talk somewhere private.”

he nods immediately. “alright.”

you walk in silence until you find an empty corridor, away from prying eyes. the tension is thick, pressing against Sirius’ chest, and he hates it. he hates the distance, hates the way you’re looking at him like he’s someone you don’t quite recognise anymore.

“I wrote you a letter,” he says when you stop.

“I know. I read it,” you reply.

“I meant every word,” he rushes out, his voice urgent. “I love you. I—”

“I believe you.”

the words stun him into silence.

he expected resistance. doubt. maybe even anger.

but this?

“then why—”

“because that’s not the point.” you take a deep breath, looking at him like you’re waiting for him to understand. “you love me now. but if you didn’t need to prove a point—if you hadn’t needed an easy, convenient person to use—you would have never even looked at me.”

Sirius shakes his head. “that’s not—”

“think about it,” you cut in. “really think about it before you say anything.”

silence stretches between you.

and then, without another word, you turn and walk away.

Sirius watches you go, a sinking feeling settling deep in his chest.

because he does think about it.

and for the first time, he doesn’t like the answer.

[pigfacedbitch]

Are You That Dense?

summary : what do they do when their crush is oblivious of their feelings.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Arthur Pendragon / Merlin / Morgana Pendragon x Reader

warning/s : it's kinda sad on Merlin's part (at least for me).

here is my masterlist!

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur would be clueless as you are, maybe even worse.

The prince of Camelot wasn't raised to process his feelings properly (no thanks to dear old daddy), so he thinks his infatuation is under the pretense of friendship.

Many find it hilarious. Everyone knows how much Arthur loves you... except the two of you.

He just doesn't understand why he's always wanting more than the platonic affections you give him, yearning for you when you're not around, or thinking about you all the time.

Don't get me wrong, he knows he enjoys your company. Both his whole world and time stops when he's with you; the heavy responsibilities of the crown and endless problems are temporarily forgotten.

Arthur also feels the need to impress you, sometimes more than Uther. He already likes showing off to a crowd but when you're watching him? There will be 1000x more effort.

"Why do I feel this way, Merlin?"

"You are in love with (Y/N), clotpole."

"Oh. I suppose you're right."

"Is this the moment where you order me to get her flowers?"

"...Yes."

Merlin

I'm sorry but Merlin prefers it that way.

As much as he desperately wants to to straight up confess to you— to be able to touch you, kiss you, and love you openly, he doesn't want to put you in danger.

Apart from a secret that will get him executed, he deals with dark entities all the time and those will eventually catch up to him. He can't risk it, especially if it's you.

There will be a lifetime of labor and hardships if you choose to be with a manservant. Being with a druid will likely get you hurt or killed too. You deserve better than what he can offer. You deserve better than him.

His feelings for you may not be obvious as Arthur's but for people who are perceptive (ehem Gwen maybe?), they will encourage him to court you. He'll only reply that there's no use and you'll never see him as something more than a friend, especially if you're a noble or royalty.

However, Merlin is only human. There will be times when he can't help himself, giving you small gifts or favors he won't do for anyone (even Arthur).

"Thanks for the help, Merlin."

"I would do anything for you, (Y/N)."

"Why?"

"Uhh... Cause we're friends, right?"

Morgana Pendragon

Morgana will make you her own amusement.

Best believe she will test you, to see how long can you remain unaware of her feelings. It entertains her to no end, better than the performers Uther hires in banquets.

She will go all out— giving you all sorts of touches that's reserved for lovers, bringing you expensive presents, always spending time with you, and even kissing you in both public and in private.

Morgana will search for any reaction on your face every time. But you just continue to innocently smile and thank her for being a 'good friend'.

Everyone thinks you two are dating because of her public display of affection but you shrug it off whenever someone asks you about it. Morgana, on the hand, just smirks and winks.

If it takes too long and she begins to get impatient, she will just knock on your door and confess her love.

"I am in love with you, (Y/N)."

"You are?"

"YES! How can you be so blind—"

"I thought we're just friends?"

"HOW IS MAKING OUT WITH YOU, PLATONIC?"

Until then, she and Gwen will be laughing at your obliviousness as they enjoy their afternoon tea.

[ghostedgwen]

Hey Mikoooo, congrats on the 1k (we’re moots on my sideblog: the-amazing-simp, this is just my main 😊). Sobra ko namiss yun mga works mo.

For ur u celebration, may I request a folklore with a invisible string/red string soulmate au for remus

Congrats againnnnn 🎉🎉

Welcome to the Era’s Tour, lovely! Thank you so much for sending an album request and you even dropped a song req for it!! Much appreciated, and thank you as well for the kind words, salamat bestiecakes~!

꒰🩶꒱ ; My mind turns your life into Folklore ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ A random soulmate AU with a member of the band consisting of about 500-1k words.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the tour! Here’s Remus Lupin of the Marauders for a solo opening performance :

Remus always tried to keep his head from wandering about the string on his hand. Red and it was drawn out in loopy circles, stretching to Merlin knows where, and almost glowing.

He tried not to mind it and think of where it leads. It would have been easier if he didn’t have the monthly problem, he could embrace it then.

But the thing is, he can’t. He is scared of who the other person on the line would be, and he knew what he will ask of them will be too much. He’ll demand something he can’t payback.

He has his fears about it. How his soulmate would react to someone like him, he knew he can’t hide it. He knew he won’t be able to just disappear monthly and show up without running out of excuses.

If even the Marauders who were as young as second-years figured it out all on their own, surely his very adult soulmate would too. So he is just scared, and a selfish part of him wishes to never see the end of the string, to meet the person on the other end.

“How’s the ministry work?” James asked, making Remus remember just where he was - that is, a pub where the four boys would meet every weekend. 

They’re all out of school and living their lives out in the real world with very real jobs, and he can’t help but feel weirdly about it. 8 years of his life was spent in those castle walls, and now he’s just outside.

Remus shot James a look. “Do you even remember what Department I work in?”

James grinned, unashamed. “Nope!”

“I work in the Department of Magical Education, Prongs.” He deadpanned.

“Ah, whatever it is you do there,” James shrugged. “How’s it been?”

“Fine,” was all he managed to say when Sirius and Peter finally joined them. Peter dropped to his spot next to Remus with a huff and Sirius slid next to James.

“There they are,” James beamed. “You two got here together?”

“Nah, I met Wormy at the door.” Sirius shrugged.

The night was spent catching up then, talking about work and plans for the rest of the weekend, it felt like home whenever they all came together. They all miss their days at Hogwarts, those were the best days of their lives, and they can never go back but being together - it brought a familiar feeling of the vast black lake, dark castle halls and moving stairs.

They didn’t feel like 20 something year-olds when they get together like this, they’re just a bunch of kids again scheming their next mischief. 

It’s well into the night now and the music has mellowed down, people piled out in drunken strides while the four remained laughing, talking in their own bubble. Peter suddenly perked up as if remembering something.

“Heard through the grapevine - a Potions shop selling Wolfsbane.” Peter whispered to Remus as his eyes were kept on Sirius and James arm wrestling, pissed off their minds.

“What?” Remus asked, incredulously. “Isn’t that, well… illegal?”

Peter shakes his head. “It’s not, but not entirely legal either with the restrictions placed on werewolves. But it’s legit, you might have some luck if you manage to stock up for the next full moon?”

Remus didn’t answer, just quietly nodded as he allowed the information to sink in. Someone was selling Wolfsbane Potions, on the market - which is unheard of. No one would buy one, knowing they’d out themselves for being werewolves and also, no one in their sane mind would market to… to monsters.

He tried to ignore it. But he’s 24 now, and soon he’ll be older, and the transformation will just be harder and harder, and Wolfsbane is impossible to brew - almost impossible, he could never manage it and yet someone is selling it.

It’s way too convenient, he worried it may be a trap, but Peter would never tell him that if he wasn’t certain. He knew better than to endanger his friends.

So that’s how Remus found himself standing outside the Potions shop. It wasn’t too big, not small either, and it looked homely. Plants littered the space outside and even vines grew out of the attic window, and right in front of him was a wooden door.

He was already here despite his doubts, he should really just go in but - the string attached to his finger was leading right to the door. His mind is buzzing, he can’t tell if he’s about to trigger a panic attack or not.

He stood there for what felt like forever, eyes tracing the string to make sure he wasn’t mistaken. And he was not, it was really leading him to the shop. He exhaled exasperatedly and took slow and hesitant steps inside.

The bell chimed overhead when he swung the door open, despite it being done slowly - he startled himself at the sound. It was then he saw you, mid-stocking your shelf, turning your head to greet the sound of the bell.

You grinned widely, welcoming the customer and Remus felt all the air get knocked off him. The door closed behind him and the shop darkened from the lack of light outside, only - he watched as the red string glow a bright golden colour.

He couldn’t explain how magical it felt, how he felt it pulling at him so he drew closer and closer until the string was only about a yard long, and it glowed golden and brightly. Remus stammered, unsure of what to say - he had been here for a Potion and yet - he found his soulmate.

“H- hi,” he managed to breath out.

You look down at the glowing string with an impossibly wide grin, then back up at him. “Hello.”

This request was made in participation of my 1k followers celebration! If you're interested in joining The Tour, kindly send your request my way <3

[httpvomitello]

hii, would you write a Harry Potter one where they are best friends but have feelings for each other so he invites her on a date and at the end they confess their feelings after a long time of hiding them?

Hello, hello! Hope you like it ~ ♡

More Than Friends *⁠.⁠✧

harry potter x f!reader

Summary: You and Harry had always been best friends. But when he finally gathers the courage to ask you on a date, both of you realize you’ve been hiding your feelings for far too long.

You had always been there for Harry—through everything. From his first year at Hogwarts to the chaos of the Triwizard Tournament, from the dangers of the war to the quiet moments in between. You were his best friend.

And that was the problem.

Because somewhere along the way, being just his best friend wasn’t enough for you anymore.

You didn’t know when it had started, but you felt it every time he smiled at you, every time he reached for your hand without thinking, every time his green eyes met yours and made your heart race.

And the worst part? You were pretty sure he felt it too.

But neither of you ever said anything.

So, you kept pretending.

Until the day Harry finally decided enough was enough.

It started like any other afternoon. You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, reading, while Harry sat beside you, absentmindedly twirling his wand between his fingers.

You glanced at him. He looked nervous.

"Alright, Potter," you said, raising an eyebrow. "Spit it out."

Harry blinked. "What?"

"You’re fidgeting," you pointed out. "You only do that when you’re about to say something important."

He hesitated. Then, before he could second-guess himself, he blurted out:

"Go on a date with me."

Silence.

Your book slipped from your fingers, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Harry swallowed hard, rushing to fill the quiet. "I mean—only if you want to. You don’t have to, obviously. It’s just—well, we spend so much time together anyway, and I thought maybe—”

"Harry," you interrupted, your heart pounding. "Are you asking me out?"

He ran a hand through his already messy hair, looking adorably flustered. "Yeah. Yeah, I am."

You stared at him, your brain struggling to process what was happening. This was Harry—your best friend. The boy you had been in love with for Merlin knows how long.

And now he was asking you on a date.

A slow smile spread across your face. "Okay."

Harry blinked. "Okay?"

"Yeah," you said, laughing softly. "I’d love to go on a date with you, Harry."

His face lit up, and suddenly, all the nervousness melted away. "Brilliant."

Harry took you to Hogsmeade the following weekend. It was familiar—just the two of you, walking through the village like you had done a hundred times before. But thisbtime was different.

This time, his hand brushed against yours and stayed there.

This time, he looked at you like he was trying to memorize everything about you.

This time, it was a date.

You went to The Three Broomsticks, laughing over butterbeer, reminiscing about your time at Hogwarts. You walked through the shops, playfully arguing over which sweets at Honeydukes were the best.

And the whole time, there was a tension between you—something unspoken, something neither of you had the courage to say yet.

But then, as the sun started to set, Harry led you to a quiet spot by the Shrieking Shack.

And suddenly, the moment was too perfect to ignore.

Harry turned to face you, his expression softer than you had ever seen it.

"I need to tell you something," he said.

Your heart pounded. "Okay."

He took a deep breath. "I’ve been in love with you for a long time."

The words hung in the air between you, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe.

"What?" you whispered.

"I should’ve told you sooner," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I was scared. Scared of ruining what we have. Scared you didn’t feel the same way."

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Harry."

He frowned. "What?"

"I’ve been in love with you for ages too."

Harry froze. "You have?"

Instead of answering, you did the only thing that made sense. You stepped forward, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him.

The second your lips met, Harry melted into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. The kiss was soft, slow—filled with years of feelings neither of you had dared to say out loud until now.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, grinning like an idiot. "So… does this mean we’re more than best friends now?"

You laughed. "I think so, yeah."

"Good," he murmured, stealing another quick kiss. "Because I don’t ever want to go back to pretending."

"Me neither," you whispered.

[merlinslibrarian]

You are my favourite poem.

Arthur and Merlin had just gone on yet another date, and both of them had lost count of the number they had reached. It seemed like they had been going out together forever and they had never once gotten bored despite the shyness that often arose from a slightly longer look.

All of this disappeared only when they talked or made love and in that moment, in the car parked in the blonde’s driveway, they both wondered if that evening would end the same way.

But Arthur had an even more pressing question in her chest..

“He will ever accept to stay with me?”

Merlin was unaware of all this, he just had a smile on his face and the eyes a little shiny from the wine.

He had never been good at holding alcohol.

“Are you coming then? I think you need a cup of tea.”

“Oh Arthur, you know I could never say no to a proposal like that.”

They both giggled as they entered the house, Arthur’s hand placed on Merlin’s waist as if he was afraid it could only be a dream.

When the room lights up Merlin understands what was about to happen, the living room was full of bouquets with his favorite flowers.

The colors and the scent that emanated made him dizzy.

Merlin knew that he wanted Arthur with all of his heart, he wanted something stable with him and to stay in his arms as long as the other wanted him.

And this was the problem, his biggest fear.. that one day Arthur would also leave him without any explanation.

Arthur, for his part, if he could, would have torn his heart from his chest just to give it to Merlin. To make him understand that it belonged to him and that he would never make him suffer.

“Arthur… what does that mean?”

Merlin asked as he turned to look at him, he felt defenseless again under that hopeful look.

“I know you’re scared, you’ve told me so many times until you cried.

But you’re my favorite poem, you have so much to give and there’s so much of you to discover…

I promise you that there will never be silence between us, every problem will be solved and I will never leave you alone. Now all of this will seem like words said on the feeling of the moment, but please Merlin… do me the honor of making my heart beat this fast every day”.

Arthur took Merlin’s hand and placed it against his chest, they could both feel the heartbeat going so fast that it was a miracle that his heart was still in the rib cage.

Merlin’s tears were soon streaming down his cheeks, had tried in every way to close his heart.

Not to fall in love, too scared of being hurt again and again.

But then Arthur had arrived and he had felt the same way.

If at first he had thought of running away, now he just wanted to take refuge in the other's arms.

"I want to be yours, Arthur. You seem like a character out of a romance novel, sometimes I don't even think you're real... that someone sent you to me to make me understand that I deserve love and you are my love".

For Merlin it was like taking a weight off his chest, Arthur meanwhile had also started to cry.

Maybe that was really the first time he had fallen in love with someone like this.

"You are my love, Merlin".

Their lips join hungrily, a new feeling this time more powerful springs from their kiss and their gestures as they cling to each other's bodies.

Merlin’s back against the wall as Arthur frees his from his clothes so he can finally touch the skin of not just a person he was dating but his boyfriend for all intents and purposes.

| Arthur x Merlin fan fiction were they are two normal guys in the modern days |