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merlin falling to his knees after sending arthur out onto the lake and then just. staying there. he was planning on staying until his body gave out from dehydration but he just...never died. he kept waking up to the same sight of the lake, the day around him a bit different. yet he never moved. he remained on the shore of that lake as nature began to claim him, growing over his body as if he were just a stone on the ground. merlin never moves. he is arthur's servant. he'd follow arthur everywhere. if he couldn't...well then, he'll wait right outside. he'll wait right here. he'll wait for arthur.
#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#fanfiction#fanfic#fic ideas#prompts#merlin wakes centuries later to hear someone talking to the lake but its more like their talking to someone they lost#they talk about how hard it is to get up every day without them here but they do it for them#they live for them#no matter how hard it is#they keep getting up because they know it's what they would've wanted#merlin lays there and listens to them leave. he lays there as he thinks of arthur and how many times he tried to lay his own life down#just so merlin could escape. so merlin could live. so merlin could keep going.#“i don't want you to change. i want you...to always...be you.”#merlin begins to move. for arthur. only for arthur.
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Ok, I don't really post here, but there's a Merlin AU idea that's been rattling around in my skull like it's a pinball machine and I need to get it out, so here we go:
Imagine an AU where Balinor doesn't die and banishes Kilgarrah before sneaking away so Uther doesn't catch him and can't put his newfound son in danger. Of course, both he and Merlin are heartbroken about having to be separated again after just finding each other, but they work out a way to keep in touch and occasionally meet in secret.
And this is all well and good, and everything in the show just kinda proceeds as normal up until about season 4, where we have the knights of the round table well-established in Camelot.
It'd make sense that after a few years of travelling around with Kilgarrah, Balinor would be pretty well-known and well-feared throughout all the five kingdoms as "that dragonlord who escaped the purge and now travels around on the back of a giant dragon", and people all over Albion are kinda terrified of the guy.
Rumors say that he never smiles, that he can kill a man in a split second without even utterring a spell, and can decimate kingdoms with the dragon under his total command. That makes for a formidable figure!
And then one day, Balinor is trying to sneak into Camelot to visit his son (he heard Merlin got hit by a dorocha and wants to make sure he's ok!), and the knights see him and freak out because holy shit that's one of the deadliest guys in Albion!
They're in a tense standoff, with Balinor threatening to call down the dragon on them if they don't let him through. The knights are all ready to give their lives to at least buy the people in the castle time to evacuate, when suddenly Merlin and Arthur make it to the standoff. Arthur immediately starts strategizing with his knights on how they're going to negociate with the sorcerer in an attempt to make sure that they aren't all slaughtered.
Meanwhile, Merlin just laughs and pushes through the rows of knights blocking Balinor's path to the castle. The knights, being very fond of Merlin and not wanting to see their kind little friend be brutally murdered by one of the most terrifying men in exsistence, are trying to grab Merlin and pull him back to safety or shouting at him to get back, but Merlin manages to avoid them as he walks up to Balinor.
For a horrifying moment, the knights and Arthur think that Merlin is about to sacrifice himself for them, but Merlin breaks into a huge grin, yells "Dad!", and runs right into Balinor's arms.
(Merlin and Balinor reason that now that Arthur's king, they might as well start easing him into some of Merlin's less shocking secrets)
And even more shockingly to the knights, Balinor hugs him back, asking Merlin all about how he's been doing, how are his studies under Gaius, etc etc.
And all of the knights just bluescreen. Because the math isn't mathing on this one. Hunith + Balinor = MERLIN?! Does not compute.
They're all pondering how could someone as joyful, friendly, and kind as Merlin be the spawn of a terrifying man like Balinor?? They just cannot comprehend it. The manservant who they all know and love came from this sorcerer who's name is synonymous with the threat of death and destruction??
They're all jolted back to reality however when Balinor asks Merlin if he wants to come back to Balinor's newly-renovated stronghold in the mountains (that's only accessable by riding a dragon) to learn more about one day becoming a dragonlord. And suddenly, the knight understand why Balinor's here. He wants to kidnap Merlin from them and twist him into a terrifying sorcerer to carry on Balinor's legacy!
It all basically dissolves into a long game of high-stakes tug-of-war between Balinor and the knights + Arthur, and Merlin's just enjoying spending time with his father and his friends.
Balinor will just casually crash one of their quests while riding Kilgarrah and "kidnap" Merlin while the knights fight to keep Merlin with them.
Balinor eventually gives Merlin Aithusa so he can get practice raising dragons, and the knights see it as some evil scheme to make Merlin betray Camelot and attack it from within, but damn it Merlin's already adopted the damn thing so now they're stuck with a baby dragon.
IDK if I'd ever write a fic about it since I'm pretty busy writing another fic rn, but I thought that it was a funny idea to throw out there!
PS: if anyone wants to read my current project, where I'm giving Sir Leon more anxiety with each chapter after a kinda-botched magic reveal on Merlin's part (and Merlin may or may not be an eldritch god), feel free to check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54027337/chapters/136771564
Thank you all for sticking with my incoherent rambling! :D I hope you have a great day/night!
Also, please let me know if you guys wants to hear more of the ideas that pinball around in my head!
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Flirtini with established relationship poly!mauraders????
"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."
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24. "I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little naked."
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“Merlin, who fucking let her drink this much?”
“Uh, I think Marlene. Or Mary. Or Lily. They all kinda kept pointing at each other.”
“Great,” Remus grumbled under his breath as he tried to guide you towards the correct staircase up to the Gryffindor dormitories. “Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea on a school night.”
“We live here,” Sirius commented. “Every night is a school night.”
Remus shot the boy a look.
But Sirius simply shrugged in response. “Just saying.”
“Keep your thoughts to yourself, mate, before Moony bites your head off,” James grumbled under his breath, trying to hold back his smile as he glanced down at the map. “We should be clear, if we can get back in the next five minutes.”
“Good luck with that,” Sirius snorted. “She’s in her giggly, spacey drunk phase.”
“Woah,” you exclaimed as you felt your legs disappear under you, a gasp escaping your lips as Remus took you into his arms. You blinked, looking up at him with a mix of awe and disbelief. “You are so strong.”
Remus’ lips twitched. “Yeah, you like when I carry you.”
“You carry me?��� You sighed wistfully before tilting your head back to look at Sirius. “He is so pretty. So are you. So is he.”
James lifted his head as you pointed at him, grinning. “You bet your ass I’m pretty, baby.”
You giggled, your lip tucked between your teeth. “And I get all of you? Hm, I like that. I like that a lot.”
“Yeah?” Sirius prompted with a grin. “What else do you like?”
“Soooo much,” you sang, only to be interrupted by a small hiccup that sent you into another fit of giggles.
“Baby, shhhh, you gotta keep your voice down,” Remus murmured in a soft but stern voice. “We don’t wanna get caught, alright? Just a few more minutes and then we can go to bed.”
“Don’t do that,” you frowned as you poked his cheek.
Remus blinked. “Do what?”
“Do the upside down smile,” you pouted as you pushed his frown until it looked like he was smiling at you. “There! Better!”
James snorted. “Oh, she is so gone.”
“I just want you to be happy,” you told him in a matter-of-fact voice, pausing for a few moments before adding, “and perhaps a little bit naked.”
Sirius let out a cackle.
Remus could feel his cheeks heating up but he grinned down at you. “I want the same for you, baby.”
Your eyes widened, the desire written so blatantly across your face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, maybe tomorrow when you’ll actually remember being happy and naked,” Remus retorted, snorting a little when you pouted in response. “Promise it will be worth it.”
“And Moony never goes back on his promises,” James added with a grin.
You nodded. “I expect maximum happiness and nakedness.”
“I’m sure we can achieve that,” Sirius grinned.
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Sirius Vs Remus last interaction with Harry in POA
With all this conversation about who's the better parent, the better guide to Harry, I'd like to address the LAST MOMENT in POA with Sirius vs Remus and WHY Harry ends up closer to Sirius and it has NOTHING to do with his 'status' as godfather and everything to do with their behavior directly after Harry discovers their relationship to his father.
Long Post under the cut.
First, Remus' last moment with Harry:
A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them. "Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?" "What?" they said, pretending to look curious. "Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" "That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing. "Yeah. . . can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind. . . thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night. . . . " "What?" said Harry quickly. "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'. . . . Thought everyone'd know by now. . . Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night. . . . He's packin' now, o' course. " "He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?" "Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again."
Let's stop here - I included this part because it tells us something EXTREMEMLY important - Remus was going to LEAVE without even talking to Harry. He had NO intention of talking to Harry or explaining what happened. He had NO intention of following up on their relationship and build on it - he was just going to leave after ALL that.
Harry scrambled to his feet. "I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione. "But if he's resigned --" "¨C doesn't sound like there's anything we can do --" "I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here."
This tells us that Harry wanted a relationship with Remus, and expected to have one. Only for Remus to disappoint him.
Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The Grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door. "I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map. "I just saw Hagrid," said Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?" "I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents.
Here we have proof that Remus knows that HARRY would reach out to him - yet, he doesn't reciprocate. He sees Harry's upset about it and he just ... keeps packing. Using the Map to see Harry do just that.
"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?" Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry. "No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives. " He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." "You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry. Lupin smiled wryly. "This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents. . . . They will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you. . . . That must never happen again." "You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" said Harry. "Don't go!"
Here Lupin simply answers the question matter-of-factly and in fact, seems to expect that Harry would be affronted on his behalf. What's interesting here is that Lupin KNOWS that Harry has formed this bond with him and still makes what happened about him. Even though he ENDANGERED the kids ALL YEAR, here he focuses on the night before which was the most dangerous moment, and while he's doing the responsible thing but resigning and making it about the parents reaction to his condition feels like a ploy to make Harry feel sympathetic towards him. He didnot want him to feel like he screwed him over by not telling him about his parents, Sirius (and hiding something if it Sirius HAD been after him would've gotten him killed), and by slipping up the night before.
Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. If I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned. . . . Tell me about your Patronus." "How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted. "What else could have driven the Dementors back?" Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again. "Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right. . . that's why we called him Prongs."
Okay. Here's Lupin's opportunity to talk to Harry - an orphan and his best friends' kid - about James and he doesn't take it. He just said - oh yeah, that's what he turned into.
Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at Harry. "Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And. . . " He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it." Harry took the map and grinned. "You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of school. . . you said they'd have thought it was funny." "And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. "I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."
Here, this feels very manipulative. Of course, if he didn't give the map/cloak back to Harry, James and Sirius would be pissed - that's his birthright. But It's pretty obvious that just like the other times that Remus uses James against Harry (Like when he discovers the Map - months previously - and he says 'I don't think your {dead} parents would appreciate you gambling their sacrifices for a bag of magic tricks'), that this time, he's using him to stay in Harry's good eyes. Especially given his parting statement.
There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket. It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry there. "Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said. "Thank You, Headmaster. " Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty Grindylow tank. "Well -- good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage. . . . " Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the Grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office.
Now, finally, the end of his last moment in POA - note that he says goodbye, says he was pleased to teach Harry, and THEN SAYS:
"I feel sure we'll meet again, sometime."
What does this tell us? That Lupin - Despite being around for a WHOLE YEAR & creating a relationship with Harry - DOESN'T WANT to continue the relationship. He "feels like" they'll see each other - he doesn't say anything about 'I'll write you' or 'you can write me' - he basically makes it SO FREAKING CLEAR that he's done. He came into Harry's life and plans to disappear. There's no excuse for this (especially given book 4) and THIS is exactly why Remus isn't a "Parent" - he's not a "honorary godfather" and he's TERRIBLE.
Harry can tell in this interaction that he's just a professor, just Lupin, nothing else.
It just makes it obvious that he doesn't really care for Harry, so he wouldn't be a parent and doesn't deserve all of that 'Lupin was a better option', Lupin 'should've been godfather', etc.
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Now, Sirius' last moment with Harry:
Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, "It's from Sirius!" "What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read it aloud!" Dear Harry, I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post. Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job. I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted. There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt --
Let's stop here. First, Sirius makes sure to send Harry the letter when he's alone. I bet he's thinking Harry's going to do exactly what he does with regards to Aunt/Uncle because he KNOWS based on Harry's quick acceptance of moving in with him & the runaway situation at the start of the book.
Then, he immediately tells him that he's safe because he knows that Harry was worried about him enough to go through time, so he assures him that he's fine.
Next, he tells him that he's thinking about him and the affect of everything that's happened and how he plans to fix it SPECIFICALLY so that HARRY is safer after he put him at risk. He takes responsibility and does whatever he can to make up for it.
And while Remus acknowledged that he was at fault, he also put it off on 'Snape let it slip and I have no choice'.
THEN knowing that Harry was probably wondering about the Firebolt - he tells him what he did. Proving that he's been watching over and caring for Harry even from a distance.
"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!" "Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?" said Ron. "Ouch!" The tiny owl now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way. Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather. I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you. I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. I'll write again soon. Sirius
Now, for the rest of the letter.
Sirius explains about the Firebolt and how DESPITE being in prison, he immediately wanted to make up for missing 13 years of Harry's like buying the Firebolt (which is noteworthy because Remus ALSO missed 13 years, and does nothing - and he could've done OTHER things besides a gift like pictures or letters or stories...).
Anyway, then, even though Harry probably didn't even remember that night he ran away, Sirius points out that the FIRST thing he thought of on getting out of prison was to CHECK ON HARRY.
He's been tortured for 12 years and has a mission to get the rat and his priority is check on his kid! And if he could do it - so could Remus. Anyway, he TELLS Harry what he did and what he wanted - just a glimpse to make sure he was okay - and then *apologies* - he's one of the few adults that does.
Then, lastly, he tells Harry's he's been paying attention by enclosing the Hogsmeade slip and ASSURES him that he WILL be writing soon and that Harry SHOULD write to him.
This IS SO OPPOSITE TO REMUS!
Sirius - I'm here for you, I'll write, you should too.
Remus - Eh, bye I'll see you around.
Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through quickly and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp. I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends. "That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry happily. He looked back at Sirius's letter. "Hang on, there's a PS. . . . " I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat. Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. "Keep him?" he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to Harry's and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. "What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?" Crookshanks purred. "That's good enough for me," said Ron happily. "He's mine. " Harry read and reread the letter from Sirius all the way back into King's Cross station. It was still clutched tightly in his hand as he, Ron, and Hermione stepped back through the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. Harry spotted Uncle Vernon at once. He was standing a good distance from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, and when Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed. "I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry as Harry bid him and Hermione good-bye, then wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward Uncle Vernon, who greeted him in his usual fashion. "What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another --" "It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather. " "Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!" "Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I'm happy . . . " And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.
And Lastly, Sirius proves that he thinks of Harry's friends, too, by providing Ron an owl, as well as knowing that Harry's needs his form.
Also, it's worth noting that Harry was so touched by the letter that he kept reading and rereading it AND given that he'd run away after blowing up Marge & what happened with being locked in the year before, it's entirely possible that the Dursleys planned to lock him up again and Sirius gave him an adult that he could use against the Dursley's (WHICH IS APPARENTLY ALL THEY NEEDED TO BEHAVE) - and that means that despite reneging on the whole 'live with me' deal, he still provided protection that Harry desperately needed.
Which is what a PARENT does.
THUS, Sirius is the Proper Parent, the Best Choice, and did the BEST HE COULD DO for Harry, while Remus dropped the ball.
Also, worth noting the differences in the last POA interactions sets up the next few books nicely with regards to Sirius&Remus with Harry. Harry turns to Sirius when he needs someone, despite knowing Remus for more time. He writes to him, he lets Sirius reassure him and support him, he expects him to be there - and he is. Remus isn't. And he never planned or wanted to be.
That much is obvious from the get.
So, in conclusion, Sirius is a GOOD GODFATHER, and Remus can suck it.
This has been properly tagged, so don't come at me, but feel free to discuss nicely.
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I Love You (Merthur)
(I just posted my first fanfic to AO3, so I wanted to share it on here as well. I hope you enjoy this flowery little piece about Merlin and Arthur, from BBC Merlin, being in love)
“I love you.”
Merlin never thought those words from that mouth could be a fact of his life.
But, as something plops from the sky and into his chest, out of hope and into certainty, he realises that it is.
Their relationship has always been up in the air.
Its one of the only constants in either of their lives, through family, duty and betrayal, they always came back to this; banter over dinner and blankets being ripped away from a sleepy king in the morning.
Merlin’s magic was proof of that. How it almost had a mind of its own, to reach out to Arthur, just to know where he is, to keep him safe.
The ten seconds between, “I have magic” and, “I know”, where something Merlin wouldn’t wish on his worse enemy.
This confession was different though. His magic was a secret, one that became a habit. It was muscle memory to drop the floating broom as Arthur’s familiar footsteps ricocheted off the hallways walls. Though the law change is just around the corner, and the habitants of the castle barely blink at the gold in his eyes, that instinct doesn’t go away overnight.
But loving Arthur was like a second heartbeat. Non stop, motivating, and without thought.
Well, now it doesn’t cause him panic.
Merlin can’t pinpoint the moment Arthur’s closeness stopped making his hands clammy and his thoughts stutter.
Maybe it washed away as Merlin became further crushed by his own significance, who he is and what he does, and the thousands, millions of people they affect.
That lovesick fear didn’t need that much brain space anymore. Why waste the time he has with Arthur here and alive by fretting over the cute boy liking him back?
He was content with what he got.
Once or twice the thought about what exactly they were flickered insecurity at the back of his brain. Enough to make him spill wine on some visiting noble. Arthur was worried he was ill, conflicting and nurturing Merlin’s heart at once.
How odd it was to just let what Arthur said wash over him, sinking into his skin, flowing through his blood.
Because it’s not something that Arthur just gives out, he knows this.
Too many times he’s had to translate Arthur’s emotions to Arthur, so there’s something intense, and slightly ego boosting, about the certainty that Arthur had as he confessed.
It was a truly boring scenario for this to take place.
No big events or victories or tragedies to justify a big declaration. But just them bickering, playful jabs that held underlying compliments.
Then Arthur pausing, staring for a moment at Merlin. Just as with his own feelings, Merlin doesn’t remember when Arthur stopped looking away when Merlin caught him staring.
Perhaps around when he was crowned King, and the world crashed down, challenging him to crumple. Luckily Merlin was there, and knew how to pick him back up.
As Emrys, and soon to be Court Sorceror, draining responsibility was a new thing for the pair to bond over.
Now when Arthur is caught in the act, it’s soft smiles, and maybe some teasing from Merlin, “See something you like sire?”
In this moment however, Merlin wordlessly let’s him look, knowing that Arthur doesn’t find the folding of laundry that interesting.
“It amazes me that you’re here”
Arthur’s voice ripples through their comfortable quiet, not disruptive, but enough to catch Merlin’s attention, a confused chuckle escaping him.
“How so? You’re the one who keeps me around.”
“Well, the fact that you’re alive at all.” That made Merlin blush, an unexpected weight to their conversation. Arthur walks away from the table, forcing a casual slant to his frame. “That you’re this powerful being. That you haven’t died from whatever stupid mission you barrel into.”
Merlin snorts, turning his attention to the tunic in his hands.
“That you keep coming back.”
Arthur has that face. The face that makes Merlin turn away from the washing basket. Because this isn’t a spur of the moment thought. This has been on Arthur’s mind for a while.
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” He didn’t want to lead Arthur anywhere, just let him say what he needs to say, afraid of assuming something.
Arthur sighs, searching for something in Merlin’s expression. “I had fired you.”
This piqued Merlin’s confusion. “I’m sorry what?”
“Not long after you became my servant. I fired you, told you to leave. But you came back.” Merlin almost rolled his eyes as he smiled.
“You would have died if I didn’t. Besides that, you believed me. Enough to embarrass yourself in front of your council at least. After that, I figured you were worth my time.”
Merlin expected some snide remark, at least a huff of laughter, but Arthur’s smile dropped. Merlin’s brows furrowed in response.
“Every hunting trip, you came back with me, after countless horrible things my father did… or I did to you, you always came back.”
Merlin was stunned to see Arthur’s eyes become glassy, distracting Merlin from any witty or insightful remarks.
Arthur’s silent question hung in the air. Merlin thought about recounting his regular speech, ever since he revealed his magic, Merlin has told him multiple times about their destiny, and the once and future king, and so on. But Merlin could feel that this was a different question, and that wouldn’t be the right answer.
Merlin stepped forward, lifting a hand, placing his fingers on Arthur’s cheek, under his eye.
“I always will.”
Arthur’s eyes were glued to Merlin’s as he titled his head towards the careful fingers. Arthur traced a line up Merlin’s raised arm, gently wrapping his fingers around the thin wrist.
Physical contact wasn’t unusual for them, especially since his magic became an open conversation, but moments like this were still sparse.
Despite years of Merlin declaring his devotion and admiration of the blonde, Arthur still wasn’t used to it. An awful cocktail of paper thin self esteem and aggressive emotional detachment made accepting his praise far too difficult.
But the phrase, “I always will” is the click of a key in Arthur’s mind.
Then all at once, everything gushed in, flooding up to his throat, drowning him in memories, and promises and sudden understanding. Maybe for a moment, he can see himself reflected in Merlin’s eyes.
It’s overwhelming and gorgeous, and bubbling up through his chest is the need to return the favour.
Though, no matter how many times Arthur has mulled over how to properly repay Merlin for the work he’s done, how much money or gifts he’s given him, it’s never felt like enough. It’s been driving Arthur up the wall, because he just couldn’t figure out why none of that seemed right.
But right now, he knows what it is, because Merlin is really good at it.
With just a smile, or kind word, Merlin has this, quite frankly, irritating talent to make someone feel so good, so happy and appreciated.
He’s been the one Arthur turns to on his worse days to process what he’s going through, on his good days to exchange jokes. Merlin has been the one sharing Arthur’s pain, if only to make it more bearable.
Arthur tries to be that for Merlin, but it’s way more difficult than it seems.
He’s seen Merlin’s cheery and cheeky demeanour fade over the years. Even before he knew about any magic, he could tell when Merlin’s shoulders were sagging, when his eyes were duller than he remembered, when his breathing seemed more pained.
It took an embarrassingly long time to confront how useless Arthur was when it came to Merlin’s emotions. Eventually, he used how Merlin treated him as a guide, though that took a lot of trial and error.
But this moment made him realise that this is it. If he can make Merlin feel as cared for as Merlin makes him feel in this moment, then that would be the greatest gift.
The words tumble from his tongue without a second thought. When Arthur sets his mind to something, there’s no stopping him, and in this moment of blinding clarity, he has never been so sure of anything before.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t fear rejection, quickly being validated by Merlin’s fond smile and lax in his shoulders. No battle or decision in court could be as empowering as seeing Merlin’s eyes crinkle with affection was.
It’s a drop in the bucket compared to everything Merlin has given him, but Arthur so badly wants to chase it.
So he wraps his arms around Merlin’s waist, bringing a hand up to cup the back of his head, in some show of protectiveness. A clear, no misunderstandings to be had, act of appreciation and love.
A surprised laugh escapes Merlin as he encases Arthur’s shoulders, burrowing into his neck.
They stand in the middle of Arthur’s chambers, rocking slightly, with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.
Slow tears drip onto each other, the overwhelm of Arthur’s feelings needing a release, and Merlin’s happiness boiling over.
Merlin’s voice cracks slightly as he adjusts his chin.
“I love you, if that wasn’t obvious.”
They chuckle into each other, Merlin immediately shutting up as Arthur pressed his lips under Merlin’s jaw.
Arthur was finding himself becoming addicted to making Merlin happy, feeling his pulse quicken, his muscles ease.
He wants to take it all away, take Merlin’s burden and pain, but holding him, sharing the weight, was enough for now.
(I hope you enjoyed! Be good to yourself and others.
Prince Claudia)
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hello! i hope you’re having a nice day! could i request a snape x male professor reader (preferably with long hair (longer than snape’s)) where they both just have a hair day? since he’s made fun of for having greasy hair, the reader decided to change that. i’m thinking of a scene where snape and the reader taking a bath together while he scrubs snape’s scalp😭 and the reader puts all sorts of products on his hair and gently brushes it and even forces him to sleep with a silk bonnet (💀)
all fluff as you can see, no smut please, just two husbands taking care of their hair🫶 thank you!!
Hair care
Severus snape x male reader with long hair
Severus should’ve suspected something when he noticed he hadn’t seen you when he first came back home and you usually spend the period before he’s back reading in the living room but instead he found the room empty and you nowhere in sight in the first floor.
He took his outer layer of robes and unbuttoned his collar before going upstairs where he expected to find you.
His hand ran through his long pin straight locks as he opened the room to the shared bedroom, he blinked at the sight.
You, sitting on the bed crossed legged with your hair warped in a plastic hair cap with a clear hair mask on your long locks.
"Hello stranger" You said.
Severus sighed softly then dragged his feet to bed and laid on the bed face first, his greasy hair spreading on the sheets like a void.
"I see someone is feeling under the weather" you smirked pushing his hair out of his face "What was the muggle say? Oh! A penny for your thoughts?"
Severus stared at you with almost closed eyes then kissed the palm of your hand "Those brats are gonna make me gray very soon"
"Oh stop being dramatic, you’ll survive those little bats, soon they’ll grow and be like y-"
"Don’t finish that sentence" he glared with no bite to his words, he pushed himself off the sheets and sat up crossed legged on the bed after taking his socks off.
You kept a small smile on your face before reaching to the nightstand and taking the bowl that contained the rest of your hair mask "Care for a spa kinda night?"
Severus raised a brow at you but didn’t argue, his hair did feel nasty and washing it might just be what he needed to lighten up.
So here he was sitting on the closed toilet lid with you scrubbing his hair with special shampoo and lots LOTS of conditioner…"I can scrub it myself you know"
"Severus I appreciate the spirit but I don’t trust you to get to the level of perfection I’m aiming for"
"You sound awfully familiar to lucius"
You snorted then grabbed one of your plastic hair brushes "Don’t you dare disrespect my efforts, lucius is all house elves work mine is up close and personal, now here help me rinse off" you sat on the floor with your head directed to the bathtub.
Severus rolled his eyes and began rinsing the hair mask off your locks with the shower head, using his fingers to part your scalp.
The lips of water dropped on your neck from his hair made you giggle "Merlin this is cold"
"No complaining after you scrubbed my lines of thought with your shampoos"
A loud laugh escaped your lips as he smirked and left you drenched on the floor.
Severus closed his eyes after that, enjoying the sound of your voice rambling about how he should take more time to take care of his hair, how it was healthy but the fumes keeps ruining it.
And after a hair mask and a good rinse for severus himself he sat on bed shirtless with you blow drying his hair, the sound was dreadful but at least it dried quickly.
"You could’ve used a spell"
"I like to be hands on"
Severus glanced up at your focused face, handsome as ever, your law slightly clenched and eyes sharp making sure you don’t burn him by accident.
As silly as it may sound but he found it very attractive.
"Almost finished, now you just need to wear this"
"I’m not wearing that"
"Oh yes you are" the look on your face read not giving up that easily.
He doesn’t know how it happened but eventually he fell asleep with your arms around him a nicely placed silk bonnet on his head, ridiculous he felt but no less loved.
Side note: I’m so sorry if it comes off as more gender neutral than male 💀
#imagine#severus x reader#severus snape x y/n#severus snape x you#severus snape x reader#severus snape fanfiction#snapedom#severus snape headcanon#male reader#severus snape#severussnape#snape x reader
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Incoherent screeching off in the distance—
below the cut is my rambling list of comparisons between sokeefe and merthur in an attempt to explain my otherworldly love for both ships to myself
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Sokeefe and merthur
Foster and Merlin:
—very powerful, have stronger abilities than those like them
—born into a destiny/role (that places an unbelievably heavy burden on their shoulders and impacts every choice they make) that correlates with their abilities
—do not/did not know their biological father
—have at least two father figures
—almost die on a daily basis
—sometimes choose to be selfish, when it comes to the one they care about, even though it may oppose their beliefs of their role
—struggle with authority figures
—tendency to suddenly run out of the room without explaining anything to anyone
—confide in their soulmate in an attempt to convince their soulmate to confide in them
—have a mentor that doesn’t really help, just presents impossible decisions that put their lives at risk but fulfill their role
—a best friend that kissed them
—in love with a blonde (lots of banter all around, but has many serious moments and conversations)
—would literally do ANYTHING for their blonde
—black cat energy
—no matter how much planning and precautions they take, or using their abilities, someone close to them manages to get hurt or die
—adopted by someone very protective, but who eventually understands that some dangers are necessary for their destiny
—at some point temporarily lost their powers
—basically immortal since they live indefinitely
—go into dangerous situations because “they have to” and it’s up to them to solve everything
—know how to keep a secret for over a decade
—the sibling of someone they are close to is evil
—fell in horse poop
—ridden a magical flying creature
—eyes that are recognizable
—in serious need of a good night’s sleep
—came from relatively poor places and moved to basically a castle
—had to leave their previous home due to their abilities
—has caused a few explosions
—known by a special name that corresponds to their powers and destiny
—left a mother back home
—generally a tired/serious/lighthearted personality but also have the incredible ability to be the sassiest being on earth and not care what an authority figure would think
—have a group of friends who try so hard to die with them/for them
—so so loving and loyal that it hurts them
—gold in their eyes
—dress pretty plain
—were treated as different/an outcast in their original home
—has committed all the felonies
—their best friend is treated poorly because of their status
—very good at escaping/sneaking around, but NOT at lying
—are the reason that a very rare magical creature could be born
—constantly worked to the bone
—have like a brown haired person but it ended up not working out
—traumatic things have happened by bodies of water
—get endlessly bullied/teased by their blonde soulmate
—never ending worry for the safety of their soulmate
—have the uncanny ability to reassure their blonde that they aren’t a horrible person through the power of their pep talks
—take any chance to disapprove of the blonde’s parent
—forehead touch their blonde soulmate after a earth-shattering moment that has been built up to for the whole series
—drink poison/something that could kill them with their blonde in the general vicinity
—started out pretty happy and young, to a point years later where they make more depressing, dangerous choices due to their rapidly decreasing amount of hope in the world
—is incredibly devastated that their blonde has to go through an inevitable, painful experience as part of their destiny, and does everything to stop it, but fails
—they wait for them to wake up
Keefe and Arthur:
—blonde (and beautiful blue eyes)
—has worn a crown on their head and sat in a throne because of their parent
—parent raises them to play a certain role, though continually states they are not ready for it, and they must learn to make the hard decisions in order to be truly prepared
—incredibly self-sacrificing and has to play the hero because somehow they think everything is their fault and it’s their responsibility to fix it, even if it was the fault of their parent
—under the false impression that they are needed to protect their soulmate who is actually doing all the protecting
—their parent went through some sort of treatment in order to have them
—their parent has murdered a few times at least
—grew up with very little love and affection from their tyrannical/oppressive parent, but it was to “make them strong” and prepare them for their role
—their father, specifically, has a cold, stony exterior but claims he loves them in a convoluted way no one could understand
—confide in their soulmate and show their true worries and fears that they would never tell anyone else
—their natural beauty makes everyone fall in love with them
—trained in order to defeat their enemies
—their father married someone akin to a troll
—had a sibling figure who turned out evil
—very emotionally aware/deep but only reveal it at certain times, so they cover it up with a confident, teasing appearance
—also almost die on a daily basis, usually in the company of their soulmate
—believes their soulmate is incredibly brave, maybe even the bravest person they’ve ever met
—will go against their parent because they know what it right
—think their soulmate is mysterious and hiding something
—show their affection for their soulmate through touch and meaningful looks
—their soulmate is very protective of them but they don’t think it’s necessary
—thought their parent was dead, but woohoo, they came back to haunt you (one literally, the other figuratively)
—they find so much joy in making the life of their soulmate miserable
—grew up with luxurious circumstances, very rich
—pretty unaware of the details of their destiny, but couldn’t care less
—tendency to make rash, reckless decisions but sometimes their soulmate talks them out of it
—loves the idea of running away
—is sunshine incarnate with an undertone of depression
—still cares about parent even though they are a horrible person (shows their undying loyalty and innocence)
—their uncanny empathy lets them know when their soulmate hasn’t smiled in the past three days, but they couldn’t notice that someone close to them was working for the enemy for a LONG time
—been drugged by/because of parent
—always knows when something is wrong with the soulmate and tries to comfort them, even when they don’t know the whole story
—always the first to defend their soulmate from accusations or talk them out of a situation
—have a blonde mother who they never truly knew
—can sometimes be so stupid, but other times they’re the smartest person in the room
—tease their soulmate about liking other people, even when that person is definitely not anyone to worry about
—no issue challenging their father
—whenever they try to sneak away or do something on their own, their soulmate is already there
—would actually die for their soulmate infinite times over, even if it’s not explicitly stated, and always attempt to take the blow for them
—their soulmate stayed with them all the while they were going through their inevitable, painful destiny that forever changed them
—got stabbed/slashed in the gut
—been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust (over and over)
—very open-minded (relative to those around them) and most would disagree with their beliefs that you should be with the one you love and not someone based on stupid rules set by tradition and authority
—has been carried by their soulmate because they were hurt
—comment on how their soulmate is worried all the time
—the last thing they see as they succumb to their destiny is their soulmate holding them in a sense as they say “stay with me”
#sokeefe#merthur#bbc merthur#sophie and keefe#sophie foster#keefe sencen#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#bbc merlin#merlin#arthur pendragon#once and future king#crossover#merlin au#adventures of merlin#art#sketch#drawing
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Emerald Comfort
Morgie le Fay x Reader
Pronouns used: he/him/his
Literally flipped a coin to decide on the pronouns for this one 😔 (it was between male reader or GN reader)
Summary: Morgie is possibly dating the sleepiest guy on earth, and he adores it
Warnings: no plot just tooth rotting fluff, They technically change clothes in the same room but they're literally just changing clothes, Hook being annoying because he can be, pet names (it’s meee)
Word Count: 2.4K
If you were to walk for about twenty minutes while heading west from Merlin Academy, you’d come across a clearing in the woods. A gorgeous little place, littered with wildflowers and the stars are so bright that you’re pretty sure you can see every single one that the universe has to offer to you. If there was a full moon, you didn’t even need a flashlight or lantern to see, the place would take up the silver hue of the sun’s reflection and seemingly glow. Morgie could stay here until the world ended, or at least until the sunrise. One arm bent behind his head while the other lays limp at his side, his pinky interlocked with the one of his lover as the boy beside him points out constellations to him. The picnic blanket they’re laying on is so soft and he can feel the warmth of the other boy’s body ever so slightly warming him from the little bit of distance between their sides. This was perfect to him, possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him, and if it wasn’t for that sweet little yawn that comes from the boy beside him, he never would leave.
“Tired?” His head turns to the side to look at his lover, a gentle smile present on soft, pink lips. “I’m okay, Love,” despite what (Y/n) says his words are ever so slightly slurred by exhaustion. Eyelids obviously heavy as he turns to look into adoring hazel eyes. Morgie shakes his releasing (Y/n)’s pinky so he can hold the boy’s hand instead, “We can go back to the dorms if you want. You can’t fall asleep on me out here in the woods.” A whine escapes (Y/n)'s lips, the boy turning on his side as he reaches out to grasp Morgie’s jaw, “I don’t wanna leave you.” “Now who said anything about you doing that?” An exhausted little giggle escapes his lips next, leaning over to kiss Morgie’s forehead before he sits up. “Gonna cuddle with me?” “It’s what I live for,” Morgie nods, pushing himself up from the ground and rolling his head on his neck. The motion leaves him with a satisfying pop, rolling his shoulders next to replicate the sensation as he watches his lover rise to his feet.
And that’s how they ended up walking twenty minutes through the woods, Morgie wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s body to keep him upright as he sways slightly with exhaustion. He spares a glance to the watch on his boyfriend’s wrist when they get back to his dorm, attempting to quiet the sound of his jingling keys as he does. Two fifty-two a.m., nowhere close to sunrise, there was always next time. Either way, he’s getting to spend the whole night next to his boyfriend so it didn’t matter much. Of course, he loved hearing the boy talk about the stars, but that sweet way his breath evened out as sleep found its way to him was just as good. The click of his door’s lock almost feels too loud as it turns, Morgie hyper aware of the sleeping pirate on the other side of it. He lets it slowly creak open, holding a finger up to his lips as if to shush the boy on his side. Like this wasn’t a game of charades they’d played a hundred times before. Tiptoeing into the room, he slowly shuts and relocks his door, letting his eyes flicker up and down his boyfriend.
(Y/n) is perched on one knee, untying a hightop in a pair of jeans and a sweater far too thick to comfortably sleep in. That’s not going to cut it, so Morgie quietly makes his way to his dresser. Holding his breath as he pulls a drawer full of sweatpants open and grabbing the first two pairs he sees in it out. As (Y/n) rises to his feet, a pair of sweatpants hits his chest and as if on impulse he turns to his side to double check that Hook is asleep. Now fully shoeless he strips from his jeans and replaces them with the pants that were thrown to him, watching through his lashes as Morgie rummages through tee-shirts. He’s barely stripped from his sweater before a band tee slams into his chest. It’s not a band he’s ever heard of -probably from some indie show Morgie went to back home- but the softness of it against his chest makes him consider keeping it. Where does that sorcerer find the softest clothes imaginable? Does he spell them to make them that way? He wouldn’t put something like that past his boyfriend.
Morgie is falling into his bed the second he’s changed, the bedsprings making the softest creak as it adjusts to his weight. (Y/n) is hot on his heels, standing above him with a smile as Morgie makes grabby hands towards the other villain. The smile on his face changes to be near teasing as he shakes his head, motioning with one finger for the sorcerer to turn around. It was his turn to be the big spoon, not something that Morgie would argue with. He slides in behind him, nuzzling his nose against Morgie’s neck as he lets an arm rest on the pillows and the other on his waiting hip. A needy hand is finding (Y/n)’s the second it rests on him, playing with the boy’s fingers. It only takes a few minutes for the sound of the boy’s breathing to even out. Coming out in even puffs over the back of his neck and earning a smile from the sorcerer who’s managed to realize he’s absolutely exhausted. Perhaps that was just the effect of his boyfriend though, who’s to say?
Sleeping through the night doesn’t come easily to Morgie, it never has. His home wasn’t exactly the calmest place to rest; (Y/n) helps though, the warmth, the closeness, it leaves him feeling safe in his presence. It makes waking up once an hour fade into waking up once or twice in the night. That one time comes to Morgie at five in the morning, his room still bordering on the edge of pitch black but there’s birds chirping as if threatening the introduction of the sun somewhere on the horizon. He’s managed to roll onto his back at some point in his sleep, (Y/n)’s arm now resting right above his head in a way he’s sure isn’t comfortable while his other arm is resting gently across Morgie’s waist. He’s got the boy’s head pinned to his chest with one hand, the other somehow is wrapped around (Y/n) tugging him closer as if that was something possible. It’s how he prefers to sleep anyhow, close and sturdy. As if you couldn’t pull them away from each other if you tried.
With an exhausted smile Morgie lets his lips fall to the crown of his boyfriend’s head, leaving a gentle kiss in the touch’s wake. The scent of the boy’s conditioner still lingering in his hair, taking over Morgie’s exhausted senses as he lets his eyes flutter closed again. He could do this forever, he’s pretty sure of that. Morgie risks letting out a quiet whisper as sleep attempts to pull him back in, sparing (Y/n) an “I love you” as sleep takes him back over.
He’s very aware that he’s facing the opposite way of when he fell asleep. (Y/n) can feel that an arm has snaked its way under his neck, supporting it in the way a pillow can’t as the hand attached rests on his chest. Morgie’s chest is pressed up to his back, his other arm resting around his hips and pinning him to the sorcerer. Not like the villain had interest in being anywhere else, how could he when his entire world was right there in that bed? Holding him as if he’d never been held, pressing gentle kisses to the back of his head and neck. There was nowhere that could rival being the guest in Morgie le Fay’s bed, being the boy lucky enough to be wrapped up in his adoring arms. And (Y/n) was the luckiest boy at Merlin Academy, he had to be. To have Morgie le Fay wrapped around him as if he’d float away? There was no competition.
The boy shifts ever so slightly, letting a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan escape his lips. It earns him a low hum from the sorcerer behind him, feeling the arm under his neck shift ever so slightly as Morgie props himself up on his elbow. “Good morning, Gorgeous,” his voice is gruff and barely above a mumble as he leans over (Y/n). Sliding the hand that rests on his boyfriend’s hips up his torso to grip his chin Morgie tilts (Y/n)’s head to the side, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips from over his shoulder. It’s a quick little thing, the boy barely gets to kiss back before Morgie is pulling away. Fleeting lips being followed for a moment before (Y/n) lets his head fall back to the pillow in defeat. He nuzzles his nose softly against his lover’s and if (Y/n) would dare to open his eyes he would see the gentle smile that rests on his pale pink lips.
“Oh and would you look at that, a morning breath kiss and a nose nuzzle despite the fact that Morgie’s morning breath could wake the dead,” Hook’s announcer voice is getting better, “That might just be what love looks like lads.” (Y/n)’s eyes flutter open, fighting the need to close them again as bright light shines into them. “Isn’t it too early for you to be annoying, Hook?” His voice is scratchy, nowhere near as petty as his boyfriend’s morning voice but he manages to get the words out as he glares at Hook who’s perched on his bed with a walkman. “No, actually it’s noon and your little boyfriend hasn’t allowed me to speak so I wouldn’t wake you. Anything to say on that?” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in a nearly bratty manner as he speaks. “Oh, poor Hook,” there’s a smirk on his lips as he turns around in Morgie’s arms. Ever so slightly tugging the emerald green blanket further up his shoulders as he nuzzles against his boyfriend’s collar bone.
“How did I end up the little spoon?” Morgie’s hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing his thumb over it in little circles as he lets the other fall to his lover’s lower back. “You turned away from me,” it’s nearly a whine, the boy pouting before he presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. (Y/n) lets out a hum, sliding a hand up to rest between Morgie’s cheek and his pillow as Morgie tugs him ever so slightly closer, smiling at the way he’s letting his eyes flutter back closed. “Trying to abandon me in your sleep. I thought you said you didn’t want to leave me?” The response comes in the form of a needy hand fisting the fabric of his shirt over his chest and lips brushing over his collar bone. “Never, mine, all mine.”
The serpent is lucky that (Y/n) can’t see the way his face flushes as he buries his face in the other boy’s hair. His, all his, huh? Morgie couldn’t argue with that. He shifts the boy in his arms, moving the hand on his neck so that he can fully cross his arms around his lover. It earns him a content sigh, (Y/n) already falling back into the realm between awake and dreaming. He could sleep for days if given the chance. Yet, his thumb is rubbing a gentle path back and forth across Morgie’s cheek, one of the only signs that the boy is in any form awake. He could go back to sleep too if he wanted, what was stopping him?
“As much as I love watching you two cling to each other, we’re supposed to be going uptown,” Hook grumbles from his bed, pointing a nearly accusatory finger at Morgie. There’s what was stopping him. It draws a nearly pathetic whine out of (Y/n)’s lips, the boy trying to tug his boyfriend closer by his tee-shirt. “Do we have to?” He’s silently begging for Hook to say he’ll go alone, anything to avoid having to leave the warmth he’s found in this bed. “We promised Uli, wouldn’t want to break a promise, would we?” With a sigh, Morgie finds himself withdrawing his arms from his sleeping lover, “How long are we going to be gone?” “An hour, hour and a half tops,” Hook nods, slipping his headphones off his head as he shakes out his hair. He has to all but peel (Y/n)’s grip from his shirt, pressing a soft kiss into the palm of his hand after he does. And as he climbs off his bed, he slips his pillow into the whining villain’s open arms, “You cuddle this, I’ll be back to you as soon as I can. I promise.”
The boy in the bed only gives him a sleepy nod, sliding his head onto the pillow as if he was laying on Morgie’s chest. And as he speeds to get ready, his hazel eyes stay trained to the lump under his emerald green comforter, a smile pressed to his lips. “God, you’ve been with him since classes ended at three o’clock yesterday. You can handle less than two hours away, lad,” Hook playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks between the two, “Are you ready?” Morgie nods, patting down his pockets to make sure he has his wallet and keys, “Yeah, just one minute.”
(Y/n) feels the bed beside him dip, barely opening his eyes to see the thin wrist of his lover on the pillow before him. Another hand comes out to tip his head to the side, this time giving him a deep kiss that has him sighing into Morgie’s mouth. A hand coming up to cup the one resting on his chin as he kisses back, lips feather light and adoring against each other’s. When he comes up for air, settling back into the pillow Morgie’s lips find his temple. Kissing down his face in a line until he gets to the spot right before his ear. “You sleep well, Baby. I’ll bring you back a croissant from that cafe you like.” And a sleepy smile crosses the boy’s lips as he cuddles further into his lover’s pillow, “I love you.”
#descendants#descendants rise of red#descendants imagines#descendants fanfiction#descendants x reader#morgie le fay#morgie x reader#morgie le fay x reader
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TRICK OR TREAT 👻💛
A little Sebinis for you to enjoy while in London. 🫴✨
Detention
NSFW - 18+ Only
“Isn't this just splendid?” Sebastian grumbled, raising his lantern to illuminate the twisted trees of the Forbidden Forest.
“You're one to talk,” Ominis shot back with a sharp tone, his wand emitting a pulsing scarlet light. “You got us into this mess, if you recall. And let's not forget, this is my first time getting detention. My family will have my head.”
A slight grin tugged at the corner of Sebastian's lips. "Your first time, huh? Don't worry, Ominis. I'll go easy on you,"
But before Sebastian could continue with another wry remark, Ominis's foot connected swiftly and sharply with his calf.
"Ow! Bloody hell, Ominis," Sebastian chuckled, holding onto his leg as he hobbled. "Alright then, keep your knickers in a knot. Just thought a touch of levity might make this ordeal more bearable."
“I’m being serious,” Ominis took a deep breath, his usually stoic demeanor cracking with genuine concern. "I fear the punishment that awaits me at home this summer," he confessed.
With a wave of his hand, Sebastian brushed off Ominis' worries. "You need not suffer through it. Join us at Feldcroft once again.”
A dry chuckle escaped Ominis. "My father would rather lock me up in that cold, desolate estate. And if word gets out that you led me astray..." He trailed off. “…well, he may just reduce Feldcroft to ashes.”
And if they discovered the true nature of their relationship...well, they wouldn't hesitate to make both of them pay with their lives.
“And I’ll reduce him to a toad,” Sebastian snarled. "He'll rue the day that he tries to take you away from me,”
Ominis was captivated by Sebastian's daring spirit, akin to a squirrel defiantly guarding its last acorn from a boisterous flock of crows. Recklessness, valor, and foolishness colored him. Was this what had drawn Ominis to him in their first days? His idiocy?
Even so, it was charming—his bravery.
Sebastian found Ominis's hand and held it, intertwining their fingers. His grip tightened, the rough calluses of his palm pressing against Ominis's own. A protective gesture—a familiar one.
"How much further must we go?" Ominis asked, the frosty air biting at his rose-colored cheeks.
"Not much longer now," he reassured. "But perhaps a break is in order?" With a swift motion, Sebastian set down the lantern. "Shall I start a fire?" he offered.
“And burn down the entire forest? Absolutely out of the question,” Ominis scoffed, his tone sharp and authoritative as he refused the suggestion. But before he could protest further, Sebastian's lips crashed against his own. Ominis froze in shock but quickly gave in to the sudden kiss, inviting those hungry, hot lips.
Just as quickly, Sebastian pulled away, leaving Ominis’s heart whining in protest. His voice dropped into a husky whisper, breaking the stillness of the night air. “Perhaps... a different kind of fire then?”
“What do you mea- mm…” Ominis attempted before feeling Sebastian's lips on his once more, accompanied by a hand slipping down to his trousers. A gasp escaped from his full lips as their tongues desperately intertwined. “Sebast…nnn,” Trouser buttons yielded, and Ominis could immediately sense skilled fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him with practiced precision.
“That's right, be a good boy now,” Sebastian whispered. “Don't make a peep. Our dear Professor isn’t too far off.”
A firm and eager hand traced slow patterns on Ominis's foreskin—unhurried strokes. With each pull, appreciation escaped their lips as they both surrendered to the consuming flames. Ominis's tongue slithered into Sebastian's mouth, the taste of him igniting a fiery desire in his core.
His saliva was thick and hot—molten gold, and Ominis wanted to drink it all in like fine mead. "M-Merlin...ahh," he moaned as Sebastian's movements grew more urgent.
With just a few more calculated strokes, Ominis exploded in a white-hot release all over Sebastian's hand.
Sebastian deftly cleaned up with a flick of his wand, leaving no trace behind. But what remained unchanged was Ominis's state: panting, flushed, and dripping with sweat.
"Well then, it seems detention was good for something after all," Sebastian quipped.
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i dont know how to explain it but to me udad and hnoc are like opposites of each other. (Under read more, cause it is loooooonnnnng)
With udad the situation everyone is in is bonkers shit. The world they live in is absolutely shithole of a place that exploits everyone but the richest of the rich and the people there cant escape even after their death. Every single one of them is bitter and depressed and wronged and just wants to survive and they'll do anything to survive even if it meant killing the other one. All the natural part of that world is long dead and only thing exists is this cold dark metallic hellscape of a city that swallowed its own planet like a cancer. Almost all the songs are just how everyone was exploited, used, wronged, and discarded they were. Ulysses is a drunk fallen 'hero' completely guilt ridden by their role in Illium's fall. They had lost everyone and everything even before the album began. They spent so much of their throughout album getting their shit beat in. They, Heracles, and Orpheus go to Hades (Ashes) in hopes to be freed whether as a request, through theft, or through a deal. And Ashes all but set them all up to die for their own amusement (which btw very sexy of them <3 but that is besides the point). There seemed to be no hope for them.
And yet, despite everything the ending is so hopeful. We know that Ulysses would die, if it wasnt obvious from the title of the album itself it certainly becomes obvious when we learn how their world works. And yet they died a happier ending, they escaped the curse of their city and died reunited with their love. Ulysses died under an oak tree in a grassy fields, among nature which was thought to be dead since The City's takeover. Ulysses died being warmed by sunlight, a right denied to so many others like them. Ulysses died at dawn.
And then there is hnoc. Hnoc starts heroic. Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere take over Camelot from the corrupt Stone clan through their skills and teamwork. They turn it into a place of safety with all three of them incharge. Their lives are hard and filled with violence and hatred and fear and the world they live is harsh and unforgiving. But they still have each other, and they still care for the people around them. There is nature like scorpions and vultures despite it being a space station. The album has songs about love and being in love, about hope of peace, about power of faith. Everyone wants to survive and they are willing to work together to do it. Arthur is embittered by his "daughter's" death but still has his partners to keep him grounded and is ruler/sheriff of a powerful town with lots of knights working for him. What is more, the tragedy that hardened both Arthur and Gawain can be healed because the person they mourn isnt dead, he is Mordred and he is here to make amends. Arthur, Gawain, and Galahad go to Merlin (Brian) to seek aid, and he gives them advice that truly could have saved them, because Merlin really did wanted to save them and the entire station. There seemed to be hope for them.
And yet in the end it meant nothing. It was all for nothing. Alfred and Gawain did not listen to Brian's advice and ended up sealing theirs and everyone else's fate. Galahad did take Brian's advice and it destroyed him in a self sacrifice that ended up being for nothing. Mordred tried so hard for peace but at the end seeing the hatred and cruelty of his world hardened him to the core. Gawain's hatred turned peace talks into war and turned him into sawage barbaric monster he thought Saxons to be. Arthur's hardened core did not let him hope that his child could ever return to him and ended up not giving Mordred even a chance. What could have saved everyone Fort Gallfridian ended up turning into what destroyed Fort Gallfridian whether it be the GRAIL or Mordred. Almost all of them died a pointless avoidable death. And Arthur? Arthur lost everything. He lost his partners, he lost his chance to embrace his son, he lost his home, he lost his people. He may have survived but at the end he lost everything. High noon over Camelot. We didnt understand what it truly meant (all of them dying in the sun) until it was too late.
Ulysses shoots once, and it led to their happy ending. Gawain shoots once, and it led to everyone's tragedy. 3 shots all for Ulysses and it killed them. 3 shots for Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere, and it hurt Arthur but never killed him. Ulysses was the only one who got to die under the sun, Arthur was the only one who didnt die in the sun.
#I dont know if last part with the sun is because sun represented both warm hope and scorching cruelty#Or because the band is british#ulysses dies at dawn#high noon over camelot#the mechanisms#ashes o'reilly#drumbot brian#udad ulysses#hnoc mordred#gawain hnoc#mordred hnoc#arthur hnoc#hnoc#guinevere hnoc#lancelot hnoc#galahad hnoc#the mechs#udad orpheus#udad#empty thoughts#I think similarly tbi and ouatis can also be said to be opposites
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7 Times the Charm
GN!MC / May or may not be an alternate version of a long fic I'm working on, but I've hit a writing rut and this prompt by @serpensortiamaxima (this is dedicated to you too OP!) got me churning out this piece until 4AM (now i can sleep with my brain empty! XD) also divider credits here
Summary: It was no secret that the Three Broomsticks can also be considered a social gathering for the latest news, and Sirona Ryan, the owner was at the neck of it. Or, a glimpse of a blooming relationship she'd observed since that Troll Attack in Hogsmeade. (One-shot also posted on AO3)
“Oh, there’s a face I haven’t seen before.” This may be the first time Sirona Ryan’s memory seemed to have failed her as she was confident in remembering her clientele.
“It’s my first time here.” The student had replied almost sheepishly, which explained everything to the bar owner. Of course, she’d heard about the latest talk in the streets of a Hogwarts student having been caught in a dragon attack.
“Welcome! Butterbeers on me.” Sirona assumed that the student was a transferee, after all, she’d never heard of a student starting this late in their Hogwarts education. “Glad to see you two escape injury.” She glanced between the two students with growing worry, having planned to check on the other shopkeepers and residents once the crowd had buzzed down from the recent Troll Attack in Hogsmeade.
“Thanks to this one. Single-handedly took down a Troll!”
“Is that right? Well done.” Of course Sirona couldn’t take the Sallow boy’s claim seriously, not when she was sure of the way the boy had looked admiringly at his new classmate. Before she could decide to play matchmaker however, they were interrupted by some brutes’ arrival.
The second time Sirona next saw the pair was on a relatively calm day in the Three Broomsticks, she considered herself not eavesdropping at all while the two students had quite the passionate discussion over a round of Butterbeer.
“Honestly! Why do you have to trouble yourself on a trip to get something for my sister? Anne wrote she’d be delighted by your very presence alone.”
“Because Sebastian, it’s common courtesy to bring a gift when visiting your friend’s family.”
Now this seemed to be a development. Sirona had to keep herself looking busy as she wiped away at the mugs on the counter, casting a knowing glance by the corner table to quickly spy the flustered look on the Sallow boy’s face.
Sirona could only hope to Merlin that his ‘friend’ fancied him the way he seemed to.
In exchange for asking her assistance on where to find her friend, Lodgok, Sirona in turn thought to request the new student’s help in retrieving her box of letters. Though she never would have predicted they’d also come as a pair this third time around.
“I’m not letting you go alone. And for Merlin’s sake, why a mine of all places? Do you happen to know what sort of creatures could possibly live there??”
Sirona could only watch in amusement as the Sallow boy was being pushed out by his classmate in an attempt to shush him, “Alright, alright – I’ll tell you all about it on the way. Just get going so we can at least finish this while there’s still sun out.”
The door to the Three Broomsticks had shut after their departure so Sirona could only guess how the rest of their day would go. One thing was for sure though, if she’d initially thought the Sallow boy only fancied his new friend before, then now Sirona was absolutely certain the boy was now smitten.
Maybe there was good reason to owl Mirabel after all, nothing better than an entertaining chat about young love over tea.
The next time Sirona served Butterbeer to the new student at the counter, she was half expecting them to be with a familiar face. Instead, they sat alone, looking quite under the weather as they seemed to stare unseeing into the tankard, Sirona was just about ready to lend a listening ear after she’d served all the other customers’ orders when the student had stood up just as a familiar Slytherin entered the premises.
Sirona was quick to notice the two of them weren’t on speaking terms as they passed by each other – the Sallow boy taking the stool beside where his friend just left. She chose to quietly serve him his share of Butterbeer before she continued to keep busy.
“Sirona, would you apologize if you said something… true but ended up sounding… mean?”
So that was how it was… “Well dear, first of all, it’s not what you said, but how you made them feel. So yes, an apology should be expected.”
“But… how?”
Sirona raised an eyebrow at him as if to say the answer should be obvious enough, but ended up sighing in exasperation as the boy looked pitifully at a lost, “If you aren’t ready to tell them personally, then a letter might suffice, and don’t make it just a simple apology either – at least, offer to take them somewhere you’d think would be meaningful to them.”
“A letter! That’s just it, of course!” Sirona watched as the boy waved his hand in thanks as he rushed out the doors, she hoped everything would turn up for the better the next time she saw those two together.
It didn’t however, for just days before the 5th, Sirona herself had received an unmarked letter notifying her of Lodgok’s passing – his gentle soul did not deserve the fate he was dealt with by his brother’s hands. Yet also here in her supposedly lively pub, sat another lost soul who she dearly tried to keep from straying to the Hog’s Head by keeping the Sallow boy’s tankard refilled with Butterbeer.
She’d heard he just lost his uncle and that the Sallow girl also informed him late, the poor twins were now left all alone.
And just when Sirona felt the boy slipping away, from the doors came in a face who she hoped would be successful in reeling Sallow from his darkest thoughts.
“Sebastian!”
Sirona was glad to see the boy encased in a hug, he dearly looked like he needed one…
“You’re safe now. I promise, I wouldn’t let them take you away.”
It may have well been a secret language only the two students shared with each other, but Sirona was nonetheless relieved to see the boy’s shoulders relax, the undeniable soft sob that escaped him was a sound that would forever tug at her heart.
And it seemed that heart wrenching sob echoed around the wooden panels of her establishment as the once lively pub was filled with students of varying years, all of which ranged from sniffling for their parents to a quiet uncertainty that loomed over the older ones.
Hogwarts was under attack, and despite how Sirona herself could not believe such a situation would even come about, the evacuated students who took shelter in the Three Broomsticks were enough to leave her unsettled for what was to come.
“Sirona! Are they here? Did they at least stop by here?” She could only shake her head in response, clearly seeing the Sallow boy was distraught.
“Sebastian! We have to settle ourselves and wait for Black’s announcement –“
“They could still be there, Ominis!” His next words were barely audible but somehow Sirona managed to catch a hint of it, “What if they’re fighting for their lives – alone? Against a Goblin Rebellion!”
“Attention, students!” Black did make an announcement right after that, clearing his throat as if today was a normal occurrence, “I am proud to announce that my esteemed faculty has handled the – uhm… rebellion. Yes, the Goblin rebellion – wait, what was that?”
Everyone seemed to hold their breath as a House Elf seemed to whisper the latest news to his master, who gasped out as if he was scandalized, “A casualty you say???”
Sirona felt her heart drop at the sudden news, she could only watch as Sebastian Sallow all but rushed out of the doors, fearing for the worst.
Fear melted like snow from a season past, and while Spring came a bit too late for those who grieved, the flowers still bloomed.
The Three Broomsticks was once again abuzz with an energy of celebration and nostalgia – students crowded with relief at having survived their O.W.L.s and others were busy planning their summer ahead – two of which Sirona couldn’t help but approach, “Butterbeers on me, to the Hero of Hogwarts.” She’d winked before leaving the pair in their usual spot by the counter, not really meaning to overhear…
“So… I heard Fig left you a place in his will, back to London it is for you then?”
“Yes… and Feldcroft?”
“Can’t say I relish the thought of spending summer by myself, but I have a way to keep busy by doing some odd errands here and there, I suppose.”
“What would you say to a ticket to London?”
“What..?”
“I was only really planning to spend a few weeks there, fix some things that need to be done and well… spend some time in Feldcroft with you… if you’ll have me?”
“Of course! I – but why even take me to London – not that I’m complaining but –“
“Because I care, Sebastian. I – care about you… very much.”
Sirona couldn’t keep herself from spying a glance then, very happy to see the pair both sporting flustered faces. It may have taken a while, but there wasn’t a perfect time than any to start anew.
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts#sirona ryan#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#hl mc#hl oc#hogwarts legacy characters#hogwarts legacy sebastian#sebastian x mc#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy imagine#hogwarts legacy fandom#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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Prompt 22 - Azkaban
@wolfstarmicrofic September 22, word count 660
Previous part First Wolfstar part
They ended up keeping Peter in a conjured cage warded to within an inch of its life, so there was no way for him to escape. Sirius had cast a silencing charm on him as well when he could no longer stand to hear the wailing moaning of his pleads to be released. Eventually, Peter just sat there, finally realising that no amount of begging was going to help him now.
They’d made sure to keep him far enough away from the camp that no one would accidentally stumble upon him, and they took turns guarding him. It was beginning to get rather annoying.
It had been a week, and they’d heard nothing from Orion. Sirius tried to call Rorbey, but the little elf didn’t come.
“I’m worried,” He told Remus when they were alone in their tent. “Rorbey has come every other time I’ve called. I’ve been trying all day and nothing,” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “What if she figured it out? What if she’s done something so he can’t come?” Remus pulled him to his side and held him tightly. Sirius owed his and Regulus’s lives to that elf. He couldn’t leave him if he was hurt.
“Just be careful, okay,” Remus sighed into Sirius’s hair. He knew exactly what Sirius would do. “Ask James for his cloak and, for Merlin’s sake, keep your wand out,”
“Yes, dear,” Sirius said cheekily, twisting in Remus’s arms so he could reach his lips. He vowed he’d make sure Walburga Black got locked up in Azkaban if she had hurt even a hair on Rorbey’s body. Remus rolled on top of him, and his worries were pushed to the back of his mind.
He rolled out of bed just as the morning rays began to light the sky and after walking past the wards, and trying to call Rorbey one last time, he apparated to the summer house.
Sirius did just as Remus had requested and borrowed James’s cloak and had his wand ready in his hand.
The house was eerily quiet. He slipped down the portrait-lined hallways, quiet as a whisper, not wanting any of his ancestors to alert his mother to someone creeping around.
He stopped at the little door behind the pantry and knocked. He knocked again when he got no answer and finally pushed the little door open. Rorbey was sleeping in his tiny bed. Sirius poked him gently in the side and the elf sat up suddenly.
“Master Sirius!” The elf exclaimed through sleep-filled eyes. “What is you doing here?”
“I came to check on you. You didn’t come when I called,” Sirius whispered. Rorbey looked at him sadly.
“The Mistress noticed Rorbey had disappeared. She had banned Rorbey from leaving the property. Rorbey could not come when Master Sirius called,” Rorbey wrung his hands sadly. Sirius wiggled further into the cramped space and wrapped his arm around Rorbey, hugging him the best he could.
“Has my father tried to send a message?” He asked. The elf nodded. He slid his hand under his mattress and pulled out an envelope.
“Here, Master Sirius, Master Orion gave this to Rorbey in case Rorbey figured out a way to get it to you, but Master Sirius came for it,” The elf beamed. “Can Rorbey tell Master Orion that you have it?” Sirius nodded.
“Yes. Tell him thank you,” He hugged the elf one last time and made his escape. He was lucky his parents liked to sleep in on the weekends, or he might have run into his mother on the way out.
The familiar trees of their forest greeted him when he apparated, and he took a moment to breathe in their calming scent. Home, it told him. He made his way through the still-sleeping camp and back to Remus, the message from his father clutched tightly in his hand. He’d read it with Remus, and hopefully, it would contain the information they needed.
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#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#dead gay wizards#sirius orion black#sirius o black#remus john lupin#remus j lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#sirius and remus#remus and sirius#marauders era#harry potter#james potter#regulus black#the marauders#peter pettigrew#Rorbey the house elf#rorbeys on house arrest#orion has a letter for them#peters in a cage#sirius needs remus#azkaban
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58 merthur for he prompt thing if you'd like to
hello!!! ii got a little carried away with this one, so it ended up being about 1.1k words (oops). you can read it on ao3 or under the cut.
prompt: “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”
send me prompts!
The ache in his shoulder was still there, as was Arthur's unreadable, if not slightly concerning looks. There were only fading scratches now visible on his arm, so really, the ache was nothing to worry about, but that only gave him more time to wonder about Arthur's looks.
Merlin would often ignore them, the looks directed only at him - he either did not want to know, did not want to answer the questions that followed, or Arthur would tell him anyway - no point in losing sleep over it. But the looks did not seem to lessen, if anything it was the opposite, and the other had made no clear attempts at making his thoughts known. Arthur's eyes followed him around, weighing on him until he had finally had enough:
"Those worry lines are going to be permanently etched into your skin if you keep looking at me like that," he spoke, turning around quickly, now facing Arthur who was sitting at the table, staring.
"I think I'll be fine," Arthur quickly muttered in response, scoffing and looking away.
If anyone were to ask, Merlin would absolutely blame Arthur in every way possible for making him believe he could move quicker than necessary, just to escape the prince's gaze, resulting in a sharp breath and a moment of halted movement. And, really, it should've been fine but Arthur was being obnoxious, so of course he noticed.
"Alright, Merlin, I've had enough," the prince said, voice already closer behind him than Merlin had expected. Was he actually about to blame Merlin for getting hurt? He better not. Merlin gave an unimpressed look in response.
"You know I'd actually prefer it if you could be in one piece whilst doing your job."
"I am in one piece!" he immediately retorted, only for Arthur to poke him in the shoulder. Not strongly enough to hurt him, just enough to make his point.
"Please, I know you can be dramatic sometimes, but this a new low even for you," Merlin continued, earning a glare from Arthur, "this is nothing."
"Why hasn't it healed yet?"
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually have all the answers," another glare from Arthur. The prince stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his shoulder like there was something interesting there - not that Merlin would know, he was pretty sure it was just a shoulder.
"You need to stop doing that," Arthur spoke again, a seriousness lacing his tone now.
"Doing what?" Merlin tilted his head, brows furrowed.
"Putting yourself in harm's way on my accord."
"I'm quite certain it was the sword that came at me not the other way around. Besides, you were the one who had to help me get out of that one, maybe you should think about your own tendencies of jumping into danger," he smiled.
"I'm a knight!" Arthur's eyes widened like they usually did when Merlin said something to offend him.
"Ah, well that explains it," he replied, trying to lighten the mood, though it did not seem to work, so he continued, "Arthur, you know I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife, but really, it’s the thought that counts. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
"I don't need-"
"Oh, will you get over yourself? You might have the power to make me shine your armour and make your bed, but you don't get to tell me who to live or die for," he sighed, tone slightly mocking.
It might've, however, backfired on him slightly, a glint appearing in Arthur's eyes, something he has come to recognise as an idea on the prince's part.
"So,-"
"You give me a job and I'll follow you anyway," Merlin interrupted, unimpressed. Arthur raised an eyebrow at that, though they both knew it was true, even without Merlin saying it.
"Just tell me I'm really brave and let's move on from this, hm?" he had decided to go the full-mockery route since the frown on the other's face was only barely beginning to fade.
Arthur sighed, a gentleness creeping into his features, as he reached for Merlin's arm, the one that didn't hurt, dragging the palm of his hand across it, stopping once he reached Merlin's own hand, lingering, hooking his pointer finger with Merlin's for only a second before letting go.
He could only stare at the other, not sure how to respond. It wasn't unusual for Arthur to seek out soft touches, especially when there was something bothering him, but that didn't mean Merlin had figured out how to react. Usually, when the other made the first move, he would just go with whatever Arthur wanted, though that typically meant waiting around to see how he would continue.
More often than not, he'd stay there for a while, close to Merlin, quiet, changing the topic once the thoughts in his head had stopped running, turning away from him. Arthur hadn't made any attempts to move now, however, and Merlin didn't like it. He didn't like that he couldn't read Arthur, that he was doing something Merlin couldn't predict.
"Arthur," he kept his voice low, careful.
The prince lifted his eyes, taking a step towards him and placing his hands on either side of Merlin's jaw, leaning in closer.
"Just be careful, will you? Otherwise, I won't be around for you to haunt, having to stress over you would've sent me to my doom already," his tone was earnest, a hint of annoyance somewhere in there too.
"I will only try to die for you when strictly necessary, you have my word," he put his hand on one of Arthur's arms, giving it a barely-there squeeze, smiling.
The prince rolled his eyes, moving the arm Merlin wasn't holding away so he could point at him.
"Merlin,"
"Yeah, yeah," he grabbed at Arthur's hand, lowering it, "your wish is my command."
"Merlin."
It was his turn to lean in now, though at this point they were only a couple of breaths away from each other, so there was not a lot of room left for dramatics.
"Yes, sire, when the time comes I will let you die, otherwise they'll throw me in the dungeons for trying to protect you and...killing you anyways?" he mocked, causing Arthur to grab at him, holding him by the arm, pulling.
They were dangerously close to each other now, completely still. Merlin could hear the exact moments of Arthur's inhales and exhales, his breath heavy, could see the other's eyes lower to his lips and then up again.
And, well, at least Arthur had finally figured out a way to stop Merlin from talking back.
#thank you so so much for sending this#clearly had a lot of fun with it as you can see by the fact that i could only stop after 1k words#love them#kisses#q's#ask game#prompts#rei writes#merthur
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Dark Whispers, Light Vows
PROLOGUE: ESCAPING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
Chapter one ★
Pairing: Dark!Sebastian x AurorMC x AurorOminis - Love Triangle Fic
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: Angst baby — will eventually grow darker, angsty, smutty, painful, softer...I suppose just a little bit of everything
Summary: “In a race against time, (Auror’s) Alice and Ominis must work together to recapture their former friend Sebastian, an escapee from Azkaban. But when Sebastian begins to use a mysterious new form of magic to haunt Alice’s dreams, she’s torn between bringing him to justice or helping him escape, risking everything in the process. Love, friendship, and the battle between light and dark intertwine as Alice must decide which path she will take.”
A/N: This fic, holds a special place in my heart. I have prepared the ending and it’s very bittersweet, will be sad (that is my goal), so only go into this if you don’t mind a sad/happy ending. There will only be one choice at the end for Alice and I won’t let it be known who she picks until the final chapters...so we will see her with both Ominis and Sebastian. I look forward to showing you this little bit of me and I hope you enjoy it!ヽ༼ ಥ_ಥ༽ノ
“We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.” ― Che Guevara
The scent of the sea made Sebastian sick now. The lingering saltiness on the air attaching to his skin like a leech, slowly sucking away any leftover warmth from it. And yet, a part of him recalled just how much Alice loved the sea.
He couldn’t recall much more than little snippets of her now, desperately clutching onto their memories together and yet, with each attempt they grew harder to remember. Each day felt dark and Sebastian no longer knew how long it had been, but he had grown several feet taller and his body lost all of it’s baby fat, so he knew it had been awhile. But it seemed pretty pointless to care about time in a place like this. Time was no longer a friend. It was just something else to forget about and with so little space left in his head, Sebastian chose to keep it only for her.
Sebastian often wondered if she thought about him and despite realising it was cruel of him to think such a thing, he hoped she did. At the beginning, he regretted hurting her. Feeling as if he had destroyed someone so pure and kind, but eventually, even his love for her, couldn’t hide the anger he felt. Perhaps, it was his mind playing tricks on him, contorting his memories of Alice, just enough to make him wonder if she had ever loved him. And so, his anger festered, lingering in his heart and ripping it to shreds as his eyes unfocused on the sun and moon slowly morphing together.
The visions of her grew darker, as if he willed them to make him hate her. And for a time it seemed to work, the softness of her skin, the melody in her laughter, now quickly fading into the darkness as he locked them away. Sebastian had to hate her, for if he didn’t, he would surely suffocate. But, it seemed that Alice always returned to him when he let his guard down and when she did, Sebastian wished he had more tears to cry—for now, his eyes just stung painfully with the memories of her.
The weight of everything swallowed him quickly and soon it felt like he was drowning. Sebastian clung desperately to what little he had left, before he finally let the darkness consume him completely and he laughed softly to himself as he dropped to the floor. But it seemed that Merlin himself wasn't quite finished with Sebastian, no instead rather cruelly, it appeared that he wished to keep a hold on him and there was no fight left in Sebastian to stop it. The touch came first, like a small electric shock, that lingered on the surface of his skin and then the dreams came.
But they weren’t Sebastian’s dreams. No, it was as if he was only a spectator and eventually he realised that he could communicate with the dreamer. Overtime, Sebastian grew more curious, more daring and when he attempted to touch, to mark the dreamer, as if to test out his theories—Sebastian only grew excited, seeing the marks he had left, now vibrant and real. He fiddled with this new found power for a while, practising on prisoners, guards, figuring out what he could do and get away with. And yet, in the darkest moments of the evening, when the only light that slipped into his cell was the moon, Sebastian wondered just how far he could push himself.
He wanted to visit her dreams. To touch her, hold her and yet, he couldn’t reach her. Not yet. Perhaps he just needed more practice, more information and so he returned his focus to the guards and to figuring out how to use it to his advantage. Sebastian’s touch only grew more bold as he learnt how to manipulate the minds he invaded, starting off small, extra rations, more water. But, even that got boring quickly. So Sebastian spent hours, days, slowly penetrating the mind of a guard he hadn’t seen around long—a pretty thing, easy and soon she was in the palm of his hand.
Sebastian had planned it perfectly, falsely placing visions of himself into the woman’s mind and in the end he had created a willing pawn for his escape. It was exhilarating and for the first time in years, Sebastian felt his confidence return, felt the darkness welcome him with open arms and he accepted it willingly. When the day came, he cared little for the soft kisses the woman provided him as she gave him a wand and provided him with clothing. She was risking everything and had no idea, her vision so clouded by the false reality he had shown her—that Sebastian knew she’d even take the responsibility for it all, if he asked. And he would.
The escape hadn’t been easy and he had to kill again. But this time, it felt justified, at least to him, at least in that moment. For Sebastian only cared for one thing and that was getting back to her, back to Alice. He knew this meant that they would come after him and yet, he didn’t care as long as he could see her again. It had been awhile, Sebastian wondered if she would have moved on by now and he grew disgusted by the thought. The woman that helped him escape followed with eagerness, until he didn’t need her anymore and he simply casted her aside, removing the fog of his visions—purely to make her suffer with her choices and she did.
It should have ended there. With Sebastian putting way too much faith in being able to research his new ability alone, desperately wishing someone had scribed something down about it. But, that would have been too easy. And so, Sebastian lingered in the shadows and kept his focus on figuring out exactly what he was capable of, only hoping it would eventually lead him to her. Word spread quickly of his escape, that even Sebastian was amused by the chorus of whispers and rumours that now spread about him. Eventually he got bored of it though, caring little for those that meant nothing to him but then he thought of Alice and he wondered if she had been told.
Sebastian now had one last task, that he would see through. He would have her again. Alice was the piece of him that was missing and Sebastian was ready to watch the world burn, just to be with her. But, being a fugitive made things difficult and it appeared, she had been busy, Sebastian catching sight of her moving picture alongside Ominis—the bile rising quickly in his throat at their smiles. They had become Aurors, typical, simply desperate to feel helpful, even after everything. And yet, he couldn’t dismiss it completely, it did fit them.
Tossing the paper to the ground and letting it soak up the soft mud, which had grown thick due to the rain, Sebastian pulled at his cloak’s hood and covered his face. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was her, was them. Sebastian was confident Alice hadn’t forgotten him, forgotten his touch and the way his lips felt against hers. So, he slipped back into the shadows and promised one thing: she would be his once more, no matter the cost. He was already a fugitive, a murderer and so there was nothing to lose, nothing he wouldn’t do to have her back in his arms. And the only way he would stop, or give up, was if they killed him.
However, Sebastian didn’t realise it yet, but his determination and possessiveness meant he would eventually find himself agreeing to an unbreakable vow with the devil.
But he was willing to do anything for love…right?
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Fig’s reaction to Em-Sea’s PTSD? Maybe she got issues from the repository battle (fig did not die she saved him with her ancient magic and daddy fig lives it’s a cannon event he is alive😭).
Em-Se wakes up in a cold sweat every night and has a hard time falling back asleep. She tries to keep it from Fig as much as she can bcuz she doesn’t want him to know just how bad she’s struggling. She uses the glamour charm to hide the bags under her dark and bloodshot eyes, she’s pale and thin not eating, tired all the time.
Every time she hears a loud bang she thinks it’s a goblin camp trying to attack her or poachers trying to kill her. Shes constantly looking over her shoulder afraid that one of the knights she faced (idk wtf else they were) is sneaking up on her.
Em-Sea is really fucked up and one night she wakes up shaking and sweating, gets out of bed and falls to the floor from a really really bad nightmare so the girls in her dorm put her arms around their necks and take her to the infirmary. Kinda like the same scene where harry had the nightmare in OOTP and went to dumbledores office.
I'm feeling out of sorts today so Imma take those feelings and put them in here, so: ANGST, my favorite (plus little comfort since you asked but just a tiny bit cause yeah)
"Are you sure you're all right?"
MC jumped at the voice behind her. Poppy was peering at her with a worried frown on her face. If MC didn't know better, she'd say the dark bags under her eyes were visible to the world. However, she knew better and had become a professional in glamouring spells and makeup. So, whatever had Poppy worried wasn't the sleepless night or nightmares MC was careful to hide.
"I'm good," she answered with a cheeky smirk. "Why are you asking?"
Poppy only side-eyed her and sat next to her. It was common for students to sit at different tables, mainly because everyone had friends or family in different houses. MC, especially, seemed to find a friend in all four houses even if she belonged to the one.
"Nothing," Poppy sighed when MC didn't crack.
Her happy mask was on full display and not even Fig knew MC had been having mental issues, and he knew everything about the girl. Truth was, MC's nightmares were often about the repository. Sometimes Fig died in there, other times she died, and other times Ranrok escaped and tore Hogwarts down with all her friends inside.
Less frequent nightmares starred Mr. Salomon Sallow dying under her wand. Or Sebastian dying under his uncle's wand. Or, the worst yet, Sebastian dying under her wand.
All in all, she didn't want to go to sleep anymore. She stopped sleeping in the dormitory, choosing to spend her nights in the Room of Requirement where no one would be aware of her cries or fears.
Not even Deek. The elf had left when it was clear she was ready to care for her animals, plants and potions by herself.
What. She was good at faking it.
So far, at least.
That day was particularly exhausting, and MC fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She didn't even take her tie off. Or her shoes.
And, when the nightmares came, they were more real than ever. First Sebastian killing his uncle only to be killed by Anne who then turned into Ranrok and killed Fig. Then Ranrok turned into a dragon and chased her all over the highlands.
She ran.
She ran as fast as she could. Her legs burned and her feet hurt. Her head was killing her.
"Finally, you silly girl," Ranrok purred, closer and closer. "Your power is mine, MC."
She could only cry out, however, no sound came out of her mouth. Ranrok's claws grabbed her arms and she trashed, trying to escape.
"MC," Ranrok chuckled. "MC, MC."
She started crying. She tried to yell. Scream for help. The castle was close maybe someone would hear.
"MC! Merlin. Aguanenti!"
MC spluttered and blinked. Blinked again. She was in the Defense Tower. How did she-?
Fig was staring at her with wide terrified eyes.
"I was late grading some essays," he explained uselessly. One of his hands was still grabbing MC's arms, where her nightmare had put Ranrok's claw. The other hand had his wand, aiming away from her but ready to stop her if she tried anything that could hurt her.
"I was-," MC trailed off.
I was so tired I forgot to take a dreamless potion. I was so tired I forgot to lock the Room.
"I'm so tired," she ended up confessing.
Her voice broke and tears began running down her face. Once she started, she couldn't seem to stop. She sobbed. She cried and cried and Fig pulled her into his arms, not caring that her runny nose and tears could ruin his robes.
"Oh, MC," he shushed, rocking her back and fort a little. "I'm so sorry."
For not noticing. For not offering help. For not helping when he knew how difficult it was for her to ask for help in the first place.
"I just wan'it to end," MC wailed between sobs. "All'of'it!"
Fig closed his eyes, pained to his soul at hearing such words with such heavy meaning coming out from a barely sixteen year old.
He could onlu hugged her tighter.
He'd make sure she knew she was not alone.
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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M
Chapter Seventeen | Beginning
Prompt: strong Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.
CW: more chats (and arguments) about the non-consensual exploits of one drunken Lily Evans
The unpleasantness he’d swallowed rears its ugly head in his throat, almost coming up all over the maroon carpet as he takes in the sight in front of him.
Lily’s hunched over — knees on plush carpet, forehead against the curved arm of the couch — small and delicate as she shakes, each tremor tearing through James’ heart with far more vigour than sounds ever could.
It’s rare for James to feel out of depth when someone needs support; he lets his happiness seep out and crawl over Sirius (forced to endure his family), Remus (cursed to withstand the painful effects of an ostracised condition) and Peter (an insecure lad on a good day).
He’s comforted Lily before; he knows how she’ll fight the hug — stubborn even in despair — before slumping into him. He’s never before wanted to hold her so badly while the crushing force of guilt pushes with equal measure to keep his feet planted where she’s out of reach.
He starts easy. “I’m sorry for Sirius; he was out of line.”
She starts — unaware of his presence — and the spear of guilt strikes deeper into his heart at the sight of her crumbled spirit.
“And most of all, I’m sorry,” James whispers as his voice escapes him, stuck in his throat as he hangs his head. “I am so so so sorry, Lily.”
“You’re sorry?” It’s chocked, but incredulous nonetheless.
“Yes!” James blurts, moving to kneel before her, hands pausing — outstretched and shaking — before falling to his sides least he breaches the invisible barrier of trust yet again. He’s never been desperate for anything like he is for Lily to believe he’s sorry.
She’s shaking her head and James has a moment of terrible ache where he thinks she might tell him she doesn’t want to see him ever again — fair of her, but devastating still — before her words escape. “I’m sorry, James. Me.”
As she shakes her head, a terrible ache settles in James’ stomach; she’s going to tell him to leave, she’s going to never want to see him, she’s —”
“ I’m sorry, James.”
He blinks at her; the surprise is paralysing before a fire ignites his fierce words. “You don’t owe me any apology!” He shakes his head so furiously his glasses slide down his nose. He shoves them back onto his face so he can look Lily in the eyes. She doesn’t owe him anything.
“Yes, I do!” Lily finds fight in her indignance, eyes sparking alive at his apparent stupidity. “It’s completely the other way around, James! You don’t owe me one!”
He gapes, astounded. What world was she living in? “Lily, I really, really do.”
“But you haven’t done anything!” Her voice pitches in exasperation before her face falls — quickly covered by her hands — and it’s only because he’s moved closer in their argument that he catches her muffled words. “Not like me.”
“That’s exactly the point… I did nothing !” It escapes quiet and broken — he’s disgusted with himself — as the pool of sorrow that’s been threatening to overflow since Sirius left makes its first escape, dashing down his cheek.
“No, James! How can you think that? I’m the one who…” She wrings her hands as she alternates between staring him fiercely in the eyes and boring a shame-faced hole in the carpet.
“It’s not your fault!” James pleads. Why can’t she just listen? “Lily, you were —”
“— Smashed! Plastered! Yeah, and I came into your room and assaulted — oh Merlin”
“You didn’t assault me!” James insists. He might laugh at the idea if he wasn’t in the shadowy depths of guilt. “You were drunk Lily, you had no idea —”
“That doesn’t excuse what I did, James!”
“I was sober, it’s my fault Lily!” “It is not! ” She emerges from her vulnerable cocoon like a butterfly in flames as she pokes him in the chest for good measure. There’s a tiny part of James that’s happy she isn’t curled in on herself anymore even if she’s spouting nonsense.
“ Well, it sure as hell isn’t yours! ” He does not poke her in the chest, but the urge to shake her until she stops blaming herself is there.
Lily stares at him. A beat of silence passes. “Would you be saying that if the situation was reversed?” She’s quiet again, but her voice stays firm. Stubborn witch.
“That’s different!” His guilt only grows as he wonders if he should ever get truly smashed in her presence.
“It’s not! Which is why this is my fault! James, I got drunk and came and did all sorts of things you never consented to, I —”
“And you’re saying you consented?” James almost laughs — he seems to be doing that a lot; she’s making such ridiculous statements. “Lily, I was sober, I should have stopped —”
“I shouldn’t even have been there!”
James pauses and looks at her. She’s flushed, wide-eyed and tear-stained. “You don’t have to be sorry, Lily,” he murmurs. “And it is different.”
“It’s not!” She raises her chin stubbornly. “Are you saying you’d think it my fault if you turned up drunk in my bed?”
“Of course not!” James protests at once. “But I could have stopped you and I didn’t. That’s why it’s on me.”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth, but James powers on. “I’m not saying it would be the same the other way around because it is different. Lily, I’m bigger and stronger than you; you turned up drunk without your wand,” — in his pause, he realises she’s listening now — “Lily, I could have easily just picked you up, carried you back to your room and fetched you a sobering potion — that’s why it’s on me. I let you keep going, knowing that it wasn’t something you’d want to do sober.” He heaves a dry inhale to control the tremble in his throat. “Do you see now? It’s my fault”
“No, James you don’t understand!” She’s crying again, tears renewed as she reaches for him before drawing her hand back like her fingers touched a flame. “This is me! I’m the one who has all these uncontrolled feelings and I’m the one who has let it spiral out of control! Me, James!” She’s laughing now — unhappy and slightly unhinged as she continuous deliriously — “I thought they might pass, but they haven’t, I mean the sex dreams should have been a hint I had lost complete control, but on I went, determined to —”
“— Feelings and sex dreams?” Can you choke and die on nothing but air?
“I know, right?” He really doesn’t.
“Arhhgggle —” His world is spinning. He’s dizzy from a realisation dancing just out of reach. He can’t speak. He can’t think.
Lily doesn’t seem to take his momentary brain malfunction into consideration — or perhaps she thinks he’s suffering a stroke; he certainly feels like it. Words float through his ears as he gapes at her. Entirely pathetic — unfair — hurt you — in love with you — fuck it up.
“Wait what?” His brain slugs into gear as I’m in love with you rings in his head like a choir.
“What?” Lily frowns at him.
“You’re in love with me?” James is in disbelief.
“Yes, don’t you see James, this is why it’s all my fault, I —”
“You’re in love with me. ” The laugh escapes him this time as the choir reaches a joyous song.
She shrinks under his stare as she folds back into herself. “I know I deserve it, but you can stop making fun.”
“Making fun? Merlin, Lily.” A second delighted laugh escapes his lips until its touch makes her flinch; he stomps on his excitement so he can fucking speak.
His calloused fingers brush her soft ones gently. “Lily.”
She looks up. James brushes the fresh tears off her skin, thumb dusting her cheek. “I’m so sorry James.” She closes her eyes as she — unconsciously, James thinks — leans into his palm.
“I love you too.” Her eyes fly open like his words have reached into the heavens and brought a bolt of lightning through her spine.
“What?” It’s a trembling whisper, carried to James’ ears only by the silence of the common room.
“I, James Potter love you, Lily Evans.” The first time James kisses Lily, it’s wet and salty, tears of grief turn to relief as he presses into her with the desperation of a man who found water after days in the desert. He drinks in the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her until he cups her cheek — forehead pressed to forehead — and just breathes.
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