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omg i gave them a daughter first too LMAO i went w the idea that from the spell that gave arthur life, he looks exactly like his mother so when he has his first kid, she looks exactly like him which means she looks exactly like ygraine. i didn’t name them after important people in their lives but i did like research meaning/origins of their names so they all have like specific meanings. her name emeline is french (bc du bois is french so i imagine ygraine came to albion from france so boom culture) and means vigorous, brave, hardworking since she is the eldest which makes her the heir to the throne and future queen of camelot. then they had a set of twins, a dragonlord son and a sorceress daughter and while dragonlord son is a knight, he wants more to focus on the dragons and bring them back which will eventually end in his renouncing his knighthood and leaving camelot to travel and find lost or hidden dragon eggs. then sorceress daughter wanted to be queen and has a lil rivalry w emeline and bonds with morgana (current court sorceress) over the envy but ultimately will become the next court sorceress. so on and so forth.
i made a post a while back about how i imagine merlin found out about this but growing up, he was more in tune with his magic before he fully understood his mother’s warnings and the threat of just what he could do so his magic was more free reign and just did whatever he wanted or reacted to his emotions. idk what caused it, maybe he saw one of the other village girls with pretty hair or someone made fun of him for not being like the other boys and being too girly, but merlin was just like “it would be cool to look like a girl” and then boom hunith came inside to find a daughter instead of a son. merlin was ecstatic but hunith had to ban the spell from their house bc it would be mighty suspicious if she just had a daughter some days and a son other days so merlin had to Not Do That anymore. once magic was made legal in camelot, i feel like he was hesitant to use the spell again or maybe forgot all about it until arthur brought up the issue and merlin was like “oh yeah why not” and boom babies
for the genderfluid aspect (as i said in my tags, i project my own gender identity onto him so like to me he doesn’t particularly care how he’s referred to or if he looks masculine or feminine, he just looks how he is. maybe some days he looks more masculine or more feminine but thats a result of his magic being free again and responding to his emotions and what he wants), arthur switches up the compliments and terms so he’ll be like “and my handsome wife” or “my beautiful husband” etc etc and it always makes merlin laugh with the different combinations he makes. though more accurately its probably something like “and my idiotic husband/wife” but let me imagine them as soft as possible its for my own sanity thank you
Every time I read a Merthur fic where the need for Arthur to have an heir comes up as a complication for them being together I'm just like "Merlin is magic. If there's an aging spell surely there's a spell to change your sex. Why can't he change himself into a woman for 9 months?"
Of course, I'm aware that not everyone is into mpreg, which I guess this would technically be, but the idea not even passing the character's minds is what gets me. Include a scene where the question is asked and give an answer for why they don't go for it cause there are a few you could do. Arthur might be scared of losing Merlin if they try a pregnancy that involves magic, even if it's not what's creating the life, because of what happened to his mother. Or maybe the only way for them to conceive even with Merlin as a woman is to use the same magic that made Arthur and neither of them are willing to give up a life for them to have a child. Or maybe they don't find a spell that can turn Merlin into a woman at all despite trying and the search adds more strain to the relationship (perfect opportunity for angst with this setup). Or Merlin could just straight up not be comfortable with the idea which is valid, I may see him as genderfluid and happily using this kind of spell even without the intention of getting pregnant but not everyone does.
My point is that when you're in a magic setting with a magic user as part of the main pairing and one of their obstacles is "I can't give you heirs" why do they not even question if there is a way to overcome that obstacle with magic?
#SORRY i rambled again#i never post about the kids i made for them so this is like my first time#LMAO#nervous virgin#but yeah while their first was purposeful#they were definitely surprised by the twins#and then#they had a lil break before having another kid on purpose#omfg i forgot about this small idea i had that i also implemented in the family tree i made#i was lazer focused in on the idea of accidental child aquisition#during uthers reign they found a druid bleeding out while holding a bundle in their arms#as they passed the bundle to merlin they whispered a spell tying the child to him bc who better to protect her then emrys#so now merlin and arthur are staring down at this baby who is now magically tied to merlin#so arthur also looks out for the baby despite her being a druid and comes to love her as his own#i conpletely forgot anout that little tiny idea until i revisited the family tree#technically i gave them eight kids#LMFAOOOO BRUHHH#anyways#i feel like im all over the place in this#im vibrating with excitement at finally talking about this#I HAVE THIS WORKD MORE FLESHED OUT I SWEAR#THERES SO MANY THINGS IM LEAVING OUT#like i gave balinor a dragonlord family from before the purge and while uther killed most of them#some escaped which gives merlin a long lost sister and cousin#then ofc daegal lived bc i saw a sad tiktok edit reminding me of him and i couldnt help but also add him to the family tree#BAHSHAHBDKSS when i say canon dicergence happy ending i fucking mean it. everyone is alive and happy. EVERYONE.#‘i want another one’ theyve definitely said that to each other each time they had another baby#arthur and merlin (grew up alone and isolated) giving their kids what they were missing growing up - a large loving family#(also the whole not growing up with their sister thing (despite morgana and arthur living in camelot bc they didnt know)#so theyre glad their children actually grow up with their siblings in the way they never got to)
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Le Context et Masterpost
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After the twins left the kitchen Stan turned to the other residents of the Mystery Shack who were (hopefully temporarily) stranded in Gravity Falls, "And what about you guys? You up for some fishing?"
"You want you us to come with you too? I thought it was a 'family' bonding trip?" Morgana asked voicing everyone's skepticism on the matter.
A fair reaction in Stan’s opinion. He hadn't really given them much of a reason to trust him. Heck, his own grand niblings had no faith in him! But maybe this was worth a shot. Fishing was something everyone enjoyed and it was the best relaxing and bonding experience he could think of (which wouldn't land them in jail again). And maybe he was an expert at it and could show how cool he was but that's besides the point.
"Thought you'd want to relax a bit if you're gonna be stuck here awhile anyway. Especially blondie over there." Stan drew attention towards Arthur who seemed to be staring off in the distance, not really paying much attention to the conversation.
All of the medieval residents were on edge from being trapped in a completely new world and had taken many, many accidents to adjust to the Mystery Shack alone. While Morgana, Gwen and Merlin had adjusted fairly well (or were better at hiding it), Arthur was still taking time to get comfortable.
Technology often suffered the wrath of Arthur's sword, despite being innocent of the sorcery accusations. Stan's heart was not ready to mourn the loss of more money. The wounds from Arthur's battle with the fridge was still too fresh on his heart.
"What do you say, Arthur?" Morgana asked.
Arthur snapped back to reality, "...will there be killing?" confirming that he was listening to everyone in the kitchen.
"Seriously? That's what you're concerned about?" Morgana deadpanned.
"Well, you all have some weird traditions so I was hoping to know we were talking about the same thing." Arthur answered both Stan and Morgana.
If Stan had to guess he was still salty about...actually there were too many mishaps to pinpoint one. "Yeah, sure. The fish will be dead if take them out of the water." Stan subtly searched the kitchen entrance for the twins. He hoped this conversation wouldn't spoil the surprise for them.
"We'll go." Morgana answered after some contemplation. She guessed it would be nice to get some fresh air. They couldn't hide away in the Shack forever.
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"No. For the last time, I am not getting in there." Arthur refused to budge from his position. The metal box abomination stood in front of him menacingly. He didn't know how the people here could just be fine with these glorified horseless cages, he knew he wasn't.
"Everyone has already gotten in, why do you have to be such a coward?" Morgana asked exasperated.
The pines twins were waiting inside with blindfolds on while Stan muttered to himself at the wheel. Even Gwen and Merlin (traitor) had gotten in, though they looked very stiff.
If Arthur had known that this was how they were going he never would've agreed to this. "How are you okay going in there Morgana? Just look at that...thing!" Arthur gestured to the car.
"Hey! I'll have you know this girl's survived a lot and she's still a beaut!" Stan called out offended.
Neither responded to that.
"Because that's how things work here. There's no getting around it. What are you going to do here alone anyway?"
"I don't know. It's still better than getting on that! Can you seriously trust that thing?"
"I'm not saying I trust that thing." Morgana looked into Arthur's eyes as they both fell silent for a moment, "Arthur, we don't know how long we're going to be stuck here. We need to adapt. Being stubborn won't get us back to Camelot."
Arthur stared at Morgana. After a careful look he realized, "...You're afraid."
"...We all are."
Arthur took a deep breath look at his still unfamiliar surroundings. A broken golf cart lay not far from the lawn mower he had skewered yesterday. Even the Mystery Shack where more of his wreakage was felt very wrong in its design. At least the forest surrounding it was comforting. He wondered if there were griffins there too.
"Fine, if you insist. Can't really depend on Merlin to protect you girls now can we?" Arthur spoke out loud.
"Oh, you really want to try that? You really want everyone to see your butt kicked by a girl."
"You're getting on or what?!" Stan called out too worn put on patience.
"I am. Morgana might be preparing for a fight though." Arthur said as he got on, Morgana doing the same.
"Har har. You be-" Morgana was cut off by the car's rumbling before it started moving.
"Buckle up. Or don't. I don't really care. Ha ha!" Stan laughed at his own joke as the car started moving faster increasingly unnerving it's passengers.
"Is This Normal?!" Gwen asked feeling a bit sick.
"No, I think it's just Grunkle Sta-aaaah!"
"AAAAaaaaahhhhh!"
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#this is from 'the legend of the gobblewonker' gf episode btw#gravity falls#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#morgana pendragon#stanley pines#grunkle stan#dipper pines#mabel pines#merlin#guinevere
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
I was tagged by @beatlessideblog.
How many works do you have on ao3? This is so embarrassing. 241 Most of them are short! Some are vids!
What's your total ao3 word count?
375,343
What fandoms do you write for?
Just The Beatles right now.
Before I fell into the Beatles, I hadn't written anything in years. In olden times, the main fandoms I wrote in were MCU, Hawaii Five-0, Merlin and Torchwood.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Your New Twin-Sized Bed (Steve/Danny, Hawaii Five-0)
No Questions Asked (Steve/Danny, Hawaii Five-0)
Let My Doubts Go (Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin)
Sir Gwaine Wins a Match But Loses His Heart (Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin)
Hitting the Sweet Spot (Maria Hill/Natasha Romanoff, MCU)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, unless it's way after I posted, then sometimes I forget. I really appreciate comments and truly want to thank them. Also it just seems polite.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I kind of love angst. I love characters that are damaged. Quite a few times, I've written short little AUs exploring a character's potential dark side.
Somebody That I Used to Know - (Arthur/Merlin) I knew I'd written a modern AU where Merlin was an addict. But this is even more gut-wrenching than I remembered. Merlin has lived through the ages and Arthur has come back. And becomes Merlin's dealer.
Contingency Plans (Ianto, Torchwood) Ianto doesn't give up after Cyberwoman. He keeps trying to create Lisa 2.0.
The Way Things Are (Hawaii Five-0) Steve and Danny had a horrible, violent break up in which Steve was permanently injured and is now in a wheelchair. This is a little picture of the fallout.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Masquerade maybe (Merlin).
Do you get hate on fics?
No.
Do you write smut?
Definitely. I have 61 fics rated M or E.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Love Me Do (Jack Harkness/John Lennon, Torchwood/Beatles), A Very Curious Ring (Sherlock BBC/The Hobbit)
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know of.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes. With my first fandom friend. Hubminster Manor, a Torchwood AU. Down and out lounge singer Jack Harkness comes into a surprise inheritance and soon needs a new butler. Enter Ianto. Sadly, never finished.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
I have a fondness for all of my old OTPs but probably Steve/Bucky and Arthur/Merlin. I would still read fic for them.
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
None. There aren't any I want to finish now. The time has passed. l have a Beatles WIP I've been working on sporadically all year that I feel like I have to finish.
What are your writing strengths?
This a hard question because I'm not very confident. It's hard for me to see any strengths. Maybe description and character.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Being too brief. Using same sentence structure repeatedly. Probably still too much telling instead of showing. I'm not sure.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I would not attempt that.
First fandom you wrote for?
Torchwood
Favorite fic you've written?
Ummm... that's hard. I recently re-read this one and liked it a lot better than I remembered. Masquerade Arthur/Merlin, 1930's Hollywood AU. Aquamarine Arthur/Merlin modern swim team AU. An Inconvenient Moment, Sherlock/Watson, Sherlock Holmes (Ritchieverse), Coda (Don/Betty, Mad Men)
I'm tagging @veidelon, if you want to do it.
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PROLOGUE
What if Arthur had a twin brother… What if that brother was just a bit magic.
Uther somehow raises two magic children, and one normal. Can Morgana and Elijah Pendragon manage to keep their secrets… even from each other.
All is well, until one day a clumsy servant boy, Merlin manages to make his way into becoming Arthurs manservant. Just how many magic users will it take Uther to notice living in the castle. With no help, and sneaking around can they manage to keep their secrets?
Elijah decided from a young age that he could never be crown prince, he could wield a sword excellent in battle, if the need would ever occur. He could never get around the commanding, he felt it best to be friendly as that was the easier option and better way to get information.
Although Arthur would never admit it out loud, his brother had more skills than him, and was very well liked around Camelot. Its what surprised him most that at the age of 12, Elijah had told their dear father that Arthur would be a better fit for the Crown. It had shocked Arthur. So much so that for weeks every servant of Camelot knew his soft mumbling, in confusion. As he saw it, his brother was well liked, could defend himself well, all perfect attributes of a king, instead he had turned it down?
Alas, it was decided. Arthur was raised crown prince just as their wishes, even though deep down Elijah was Uther’s favourite, and was put through more training to take in the crowns footsteps more so than a regular prince. Elijah had known this would occur, but still managed his duties. He had gotten along well with his brother and Morgana, who they both saw as their sister anyway. In everyone’s eyes, it had seemed the trio was bonded by blood. Even if they didn’t know it yet. They never kept anything from each other, always up to mischief as kids which grew into friendship as they grew up. The royal trio, but there was always something underlying them, the one that would outlive the others, the true ruler of Camelot, but which one? Well they couldn’t have known that.
It was sweet, until they grew more. Arthur more of a prat as he became leader of the Knights, and he fit the role expertly. Morgana and Elijah just spent more time together, bonding more. Instead the trio became known as a duo with helping hands every once in a while. Arthur still chatted away with them as they ate, he still felt that bond between them. Only just the two had more time to themselves, when Elijah wasn’t learning or socialising, when Morgana wasn’t in lessons or trying to stay awake. As her prophecies in dreams starting to become more prominent the longer she spent time with Elijah. The two couldn’t be expected to go to the same lessons as one was a royal ward, the other a prince. At least it meant the two brothers still kept their bond as strong as it always had been.
The dragons voice had seeped into Elijah's head as a kid, but he just chalked it up to his imaginary friends, his friend when he was alone. He’d talk to him back, but never knew the consequences of his actions. He had only just wanted to be friends with all of the land! Just didn’t come to mind that ‘all of the land’ meant the dragon living beneath him. Kilgharrah had just become another friend. A daily thing of his life, a constant, even on his bad days. The one where Elijah had managed to sneak into Gaius’ room and make a potion to turn him bald, the one who told him how to make that potion, Kilgharrah. Elijah had liked to think that he was a part of the group, even if he was a voice in his head. All of his ideas went well with the trio, they just didn’t know that they were his ideas.
His relationship with his father was good, his father always tried to push him to be the crown prince, but time and time again he denied it pointing out Arthur had already started his training, and that it would be a shame if he had stopped. Well it was as good as it can be when you constantly live in fear of your father finding out about your magic. (did the word dad actually exist in those times?? Don’t ask me questions please I’m too scared that google will laugh at me.)
Yet Morgana, Elijah and Arthur were still all close.
We go to the present day, the royal trio all around 20. They have steered away from their childish pranks, yet still causing some distress in a room the moment the three are together. Who knew the kitchens didn't like it when you ran through them. Especially didn't like it when you stole a pot as a bet. It was just like they never had left, granted the next day the pot was returned polished and cleaner than when they took it. They were having fun, they weren't monsters. Arthur has just made his last servant quit, like he always does. Its a miracle if they can last the month! Due to that Morgana was 5 gold pieces richer, "Bet the next one wont last a week" She says with a chuckle, as she takes her gold.
"You're on. I have a feeling about this next one." Elijah says, still not giving up. Gods knows how long these bets have been going on, how much gold either of them have lost at the misfortune of his past servants. Yet, they shook on it.
Little did they know, a boy by the name of Merlin was trailing down the long windy path to Camelot. An eager young man ready to make a name for himself, or at least an easier life. He doesn't know what awaits for him as he enters the gates, his whole life setting into place as he takes his first breath. He was home.
"pft yeah right. Just don't be crying when i'm up another 10."
#bbc merlin#merlin#original character#arthur pendragon#morgana#kilgharrah#uther#gaius#leon#knights of the round table#camelot#camelot guards#gwen#pov third person#sblings morgana and arthur pendragon
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Arthur shouldn't be surprised at the new Dragon on the training field, he really shouldn't, but he is, a little, mostly because no one can find Merlin or the Hatchlings. Even Lancelot and Gwaine have vanished and there is a dark scaled Dragon staring at him.
It's eyes had snapped wide open as soon as Arthur had arrive that morning and everytime he tried to get closer it growled, deep in it's throat, but the way it held it's wing, mostly stretched open made Arthur think it may be injured, and Arthur was no Merlin but he wanted to help.
It took hours before the Dragon finally shook it's head and stood, lifting it's large wings and shaking them out.
Arthur let out a sigh of relief when he saw Merlin in his Dragonskin follow the dark Dragon, a slightly smaller green one letting out a yawn accompanied by a jet of fire.
The green Dragon jerked up in what could only be surprise and flailed while Merlin corraled Ellie and Effie towards the largest Dragon.
"Merlin!" Arthur shouted, stopping his approach when the dark Dragon looked at him.
Merlin huffed and nuzzled at the big Dragon and Arthur's eyes narrowed, Merlin was only so affectionate with Lancelot, and Merlin wasn't one for cheating.
"Did you turn Lancelot into a Dragon?!" Arthur screamed.
"No, Gwaine made a foolish comment and Ellie and Effie made them Dragons." Merlin explained, "They won't be able to speak the Human tongue yet, but it should wear off in a week or so."
The green Dragon let out a shriek that Merlin ignored but Lancelot didn't, turning to the smaller Dragon and growling something out that had Gwaine looking chastised.
"Why won't he let me closer?" Arthur asked, Lancelot must know that Arthur wouldn't hurt them.
"Lancelot is more Dragon than human right now, he doesn't have the benefit of Magic to protect his mind, not to mention his family is more Dragon than not, even me, even when I'm human, Gwaine at least has the benefit of Leon and Percival still being human to retain his human mind." Merlin explained, "Lancelot was feeling more Dragonlike even before this happened."
"Yes, that does explain some of his behavior, but what do we do? He's too big for your tower." Arthur pointed out.
"I was thinking that we could go searching for more eggs, Lancelot and I are DragonMated now and we'll be called to them." Merlin told him.
"Weren't you before?" Arthur asked as his eyes fell on Lancelot as he began playfighting with Gwaine and the twins.
Merlin shook his head, "No, a Dragon is only called to an egg once Mated, the only reason Kilgharrah can find them is that he once had a Mate and lost her. I think, I think he might be trying to find her last clutch, she laid them right before the Purge but was one of the first Dragons lost to it and she never told anyone where she hid them."
Arthur sighed, eyes closed, he couldn't imagine losing Gwen or not knowing if Morgana was safe now that she was his daughter, oh, he'd had a hard time when she was his sister but now, he could blame the deaths the Great Dragon had done, could be angry about the loss of life, but part of him understood, he did not want to discover what kind of monster he could become if he lost Gwen or Morgana. Arthur could understand the Great Dragon for what he'd done out of grief and anger, but he would not let him back into Camelot, he could not risk his people, and he could not forgive what that grief had cost them, what it had cost Merlin.
"Could we come along or is it a Dragons only trip?" Arthur asked, he could use some time away from the council, Gwen would understand and she could handle them better than he could now that they were engaged.
Merlin tilted his head and turned to Lancelot as he came closer, having left Gwaine to greet Percival and Leon, the twins playing with his swishing tail, play hunting.
Lancelot rumbled and looked down at Arthur, there was both a protective gleam and a threat in those golden eyes, a promise of death should Arthur hurt his Kin.
Arthur gazed back and gave a slight nod, threat understood and accepted.
Merlin rolled his eyes at the posturing but nodded, "Lancelot is okay with you coming and Gwaine will want to bring Leon along, he wants to take him flying but you know how Percival is about hights."
Arthur laughed, Percival hated hights, he could manage it and do what needed to be done but if he had a choice he'd take the low ground, poor Gwaine, he'd probably never get Percival to fly with him.
"If he complains, I'll go with Leon to fly, but you have to promise to catch me if we fall, I know Gwaine's first priority will be Leon." Arthur said as he watched Gwaine nuzzle Percival and Leon, who seemed delighted that his father was a Dragon now.
"I promise." Merlin told him with a brief nudge before tucking his head under Lancelot's.
Lancelot gave a fake roar as Effie 'caught' his tail, her tiny teeth not even piercing Lancelot's hard scales but she clung viciously as Lancelot twisted to look at her, rumbling approval at her.
Effie held for a moment longer then released and licked at the 'wound' before moving away, getting caught by Merlin while Ellie got her chance to catch Lancelot's tail.
Arthur watched as Merlin lifted Effie up and began to lick her clean, not that she was really dirty but Arthur supposed it was one of those Dragon things, to get her scented like them or whatever because Lancelot licked a stripe down Effie's spine before Merlin released her to play with Gwaine and Leon.
Come to think about it, Lancelot had licked Gwaine after their play before he'd come over to Merlin. Arthur narrowed his eyes at the two Dragons in front of him.
"Did you two adopt Gwaine?" Arthur asked.
Merlin smiled down at him, "How is it any different than me adopting him as a human?"
Arthur nodded, yeah, that made sense, Merlin had kind of adopted him back then too, even dragged him into their adventures, probably to make sure he was okay.
"He does give off a childish vibe, doesn't he?" Arthur asked as he looked over to where Gwaine was pretending to be defeated by Leon's wooden sword while Effie climbed on top of him.
Lancelot let out a laugh that shook the trees and let Ellie catch his tail so they could scent her and send her off to play with Gwaine and Effie. Then he drapped a wing over Merlin as they settled down to watch the kids play, Merlin eventually falling asleep, at which point Lancelot shifted him around so the drapped wing would hide him from view.
Lancelot stayed alert, head held high as he kept an eye on his Hatchlings and his Mate, eventually he'd take his turn at rest, but so newly Mated and with such young Hatchlings Lancelot was on high alert for another Dragon to try and take his family from him, it was instinct.
Eventually Ellie and Effie would tire and come to hide under Lancelot's wing, while Gwaine would settle himself close to curl around Leon for the boy's nap, Lancelot reaching to tuck him under his other wing, keeping both hidden from view as the knights began their training under the dark Dragon's watchful gaze.
If they were nervous only their scent showed it and Arthur was proud of them for standing their ground when Lancelot deemed it acceptable to participate by sending small jets of fire towards them, not big enough to harm but a test of how they could hold their ground against a Magical Creature.
Most of them did well, some would need practice to hold steady but eventually Arthur would have the only Knights that would be able to hold fast against a Magical threat.
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A/n: Arthur needed to discover the Dragons on his training ground. Also Lancelot is more Dragon than Human at the moment because he's not a Dragonlord so doesn't have their natural protections and because his connections have more Dragon than most Humans do, that's why Gwaine still has a more human like demeaner because Percival and Leon remain Human.
I hope that makes sense.
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The Princes' Bodyguard;
Summary: Arthur Pendragon, tired and stressed by the surprising amount of danger two of his and Gwen’s eleven children manage to get into, hires a bodyguard. When the number of assassins that threaten his sons skyrocket after he does, the king thinks that his money has been well spent and so does his wife and the rest of their family. The princes in question, Llacheu and Loholt, however, know the truth. Not all of those assassins were after their lives, they were after their bodyguard’s! And now the young princes are determined to find out why, and get to the bottom of who exactly Morgar (or Morgie, as he prefers) is. Trigger Warnings: swearing, child endangerment (via children themselves), arguing, mention of assassin attempts, etc.
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No one had been down the overgrown path for years, yet…
“No.”
“But—”
“Absolutely not–”
“Loholt, just listen—”
“No!” Prince Loholt Tom Pendragon of Camelot snapped, cutting his twin brother off as he lost the last of the patience he had for him that day. “No! You listen to me, Llacheu. We are not going down the spooky, abandoned, most definitely cursed path that no one has tended to in years just to satisfy your curiosity!”
Prince Llacheu Ewan Pendragon of Camelot (totally did not) pout and crossed his arms. “Why nooooooooot ?”
“1. Because it will give our poor mother a heart attack. 2. Because we are the oldest and supposed to set an example for our siblings. And 3. Dad will flip his lid if he finds out, because he will find out when Uncle Merlin no doubt has to come and save our dumb asses because we went down the stupid path, you dollop head!”
Llacheu snorted. “Come on, we’re eighteen and will become knights soon. What’s the worst that can happen?”
Loholt, always the more sensible of the two, gave him their Uncle Merlin’s famous ‘are you kidding me right now’ and ‘did you really just ask that’ look. “I don’t know….We could DIE maybe? Is that ‘worst’ enough for you?”
“That isn’t grammatically correct—guess all that time in the library is failing you, brother.”
“It is not—”
“Is too—”
“Is not—”
RROOOOoooOOOOARAAAAARRRRRR!
“AAAARRRRAHHHHAHHHHHHHH!”
The twin princes halted their argument immediately—staring at each other in silence momentarily before one of them finally caught up with the situation. “What was that?!”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?!”
“This is all your fault!”
“How is it my fault?!”
“YOU KNOW HOW!”
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Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood behind his desk, resisting the urge to pace as the sunlight poured in through the opening windows of his room. In front of him, his two eighteen year old sons—his oldest children who were born only a few months after the Battle of Camlann (which the king of Camelot didn’t like to think too much about for obvious reasons, less the bitter ‘what-ifs’ and ‘could have beens’ of Morgana, Mordred, and other lost friends and innocents consume him)—sat sheepishly. Not meeting his eyes.
Arthur didn’t blame them.
Quite honestly he was beyond furious with both of them—because in all of his forty six years, he had never ever, ever had this bad of a near heart attack. Not during any of times he had nearly died because of an attempt on his life, not with any of the times any of his friends had nearly died, or any of the times Gwen had nearly died—not during any of the battles he’d rode into, not sure he and his friends would even make it out alive. Absolutely none of it compared to the grey hairs and heart palpitations his oldests had just given him.
“A banshee, bandits, and a griffin?!”
The universe hated him.
It was official.
Because honestly, there was absolutely no other way to explain how that had happened in this day and age when most of the people who had tried to kill him were dead or no longer foe. Not since he’d legalized magic, anyway. Yet his children all still managed to get into trouble somehow.
Even his toddlers got in trouble!
“Well, you see—” Loholt, who dressed in mainly shades of green and black, was the first to start stammering as he shot a glare at his brother.
“We were, uh, well there was this path—”Llacheu, who dressed in orange, wasn’t far behind as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Refusing to meet his brother’s eye. He was no doubt the reason why they were on that path in the first place.
When Arthur was calmer, he’d talk to him about that. But for now…
“Yes. A path. The path of no return which both your mother and I, along with your aunts and uncles, have told you and your siblings and cousins all explicitly to stay far away from to avoid situations exactly like these from happening.” The blonde took a deep breath, pinching his nose a bit harder to bat away the stress induced headache that was starting to develop before breathing out. “Right. Your mother and I are hiring you two a bodyguard.”
One that Arthur was going to have Merlin, George, the knights, Giaus, Freya, and the Steward help him and Gwen vet very thoroughly before they even stepped foot in the castle or anywhere near his children for that matter. Call him paranoid but he wasn’t taking any risks or cutting any corners where his children’s safety was involved.
“What?!”
“But dad—”
“No buts. You two will not live to be knights at the rate you are going. Need I remind you of the sledding incident of last week? Or the River incident the week before that? Or any of you two’s other exploits recently and not so recently?” Being harsh was the last thing Arthur wanted to be but this was not a matter he nor Gwen were willing to compromise on—not when their boys were far more danger prone than Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, Merlin, and the round table combined had ever been.
Gods above, they had gotten in far more trouble than Arthur ever had in his forty six years and a good ten of those years he’d spent dodging nonstop assassination attempts. Well-earned or not.
They were definitely getting a bodyguard. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. One that they would be stuck with until they learned to be more mindful of their surroundings and to just think for a few seconds at the very least. Arthur would very much like both him and Guinevere to live long enough to see their grandchildren, thank you very much—which currently was not in the cards with all the stress their children and their friends, on top of the kingdom, were infecting them with.
“No sir.” Both boys sighed in sync, shooting glares at one another once they realized it.
“That’s what I thought.”
Thank the gods for the little mercies.
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“Daddy real mad at you.”
Loholt bit his lip to stop himself from making a snide remark, knowing that snapping at his youngest brother just because he was mad at his twin brother for getting them into this mess wasn’t going to do him any favors. “I know, Artie.”
Artie—or Arthur the Less as some very foolish people had called him before their parents swiftly put an end to that nonsense after adopting the three year old—looked at him with big blue wide eyes, sucking his thumb. “He thoughts you were hurted.”
And wasn’t that a slap to the face?
Loholt took a deep breath, silently cursing his twin’s thoughtlessness. It was his fault they were near the path in the first place and now they were going to be stuck with a bodyguard—a glorified chaperone—all because Llacheu had wanted to impress a girl. He had made their parents worry to impress a girl—it was infuriating. Especially since he didn’t even seem to realize how badly he had messed up when a three year old that had been living with their family for less than two months could see it.
“I know, Art. I know. I’ll try not to scare him and mom like that anymore.”
The blonde flashed him a big toothy smile. “Pwomise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Don’t say da D word!”
The older boy couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just an expression buddy. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
Artie didn’t look like be believed him.
Which was far, he supposed. It wasn’t like he and Llacheu had the best track record after all (which, admittedly, was partially his fault).
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“That sounds stupid.” Kay the Tricky, one of Llacheu’s best friends, said scrunching up his nose at his friend’s plight. “How are you supposed to become a knight if you have a bodyguard watching your every move?”
Llacheu threw his hands up. “That’s what I’m wonderin’! This is going to be so embarrassing! ”
Cai the fair, Loholt and Llacheu’s other best friend, on the other hand had no sympathy for his friend. “And it serves you right. What were you thinking—going near the Path of No Return? That’s not going to impress Lady Florie of Kanadic! She’s going to flip her lid when she finds out about this, you nitwit!”
“Hey, who’s side are you on?!”
The blonde gave him an unimpressed look. “Your parents and Loholt’s side. That was a bad idea and you know it.”
The prince did know it, though he wasn’t going to wound his pride by admitting it; not when he was going to need said pride when the new bodyguard came and killed his most gracious social life—which he didn’t doubt for a second was going to die because no one his age wanted a babysitter, let alone deal with someone else’s babysitter. So yeah, his social life was definitely going to be dead.
And all for a plan that didn’t even work, because surprise, Cai the Fair was right about Florie not being impressed that Llacheu had chosen to foolishly endanger himself and his brother to get her attention instead of just asking to court her, like a more mature person would have—and now she wasn’t talking to him (or Loholt, when he was present) until he ‘saw the errors of his ways’. Great.
Just great.
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Two months.
It took their parents and their parents’ friends, as well as the castle staff, two—not one—TWO MONTHS to find the pair of princes a bodyguard that met ‘their requirements to a satisfactory extent’, as George put it when he fetched them that morning in place of their manservants (his sons) Brahms and Wendell.
Apparently the bodyguard had been vetted personally by almost every adult they knew.
Something the two princes agreed (for once) was humiliating. Honestly, their family was far too paranoid and protective at times for their liking—which of course was why Morgar was even here to begin with.
Morgar, that was the name of their bodyguard.
Their bodyguard who had beat out everyone else and met every expectation their family threw his way, answering all their questions the way they wanted him to or close enough that it didn’t even matter that it wasn’t what they fully wanted.
Somehow.
Even Loholt was in complete disbelief regarding those little facts that George had let slip after meeting the man in question. Because Morgar? He was nothing at all like they expected.
He wasn’t prim, proper, all work, and no play like George or bossy and annoying like the Steward and their childhood nanny who would sometimes watch them when their family was away for long periods of time were. He wasn’t overly protective like Uncles Elyan and Merlin, or constantly exasperated like Leon was.
No, he… was different.
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Morgar was a strange fellow with dark brown hair—swept off his forehead—and sharp hazel eyes that were ever seeing, who stood at just an inch or two shorter than the twins themselves. He had a snake tattoo on his right arm that seemed to switch positions every time they saw him and some kind of rune tattoos on his left arm that seemed to disappear under his clothing.
He wore long and tight looking black trousers with a matching scarf, faded brown boots that looked too small, a tan undershirt, a green tunic with medium length sleeves, and a dark green armored vest with a lighter green, almost yellowish, rose pattern on it that was like nothing the younger boys had ever seen before.
Morgar insisted that they call him ‘Morgie’ (what an odd nickname) and was rather laid back for someone who was being paid to defend the lives of the king’s children.
He was also snarky—always having something to say, oftentimes something wicked that would send both Llacheu and Loholt into fits of laughter that they tried and failed to suppress. Knowing that it wasn’t something their parents would approve of them finding funny.
He was goofy and made exaggerated faces and movements that would have annoyed the boys if they weren’t sure that it was just how Morgie was, and not him treating them like children.
Morgie was a few years older than the two of them—twenty, he said once when they asked—and he didn’t kill the social life of the princes by meddling, like they had feared he would. In fact, he was far less involved in their goings on than Loholt suspected their parents knew. Almost always out of sight of them when they went to hang out with their friends or to train, and rarely ever getting involved in their shenanigans until danger was posed and not before.
It was odd and not at all like the ever looming, never straying, boundary stomping bodyguards the two brothers had seen accompany other royal children before.
Morgie actually seemed to care about them and their privacy, more than he did his job, even.
It wasn’t anything like he was expecting.
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The assassination attempts didn’t start until a few weeks after Morgie had started working for The Pendragons.
Most would assume it was a coincidence or would say that their father’s paranoia had finally paid off with him having been well-prepared in advance for this type of thing (something their own father’s father hadn’t been nearly as prepared for), but that didn’t feel quite right. At least not in Llacheu’s mind—something he pointed out to his brother and their friends once Florie started talking to him (and the others while he was there) again.
“The assassination attempts on your dad’s life didn’t pick up until he was nearly twenty.” Florie pointed out, always the rational one of the group—never one to jump to conclusions—resting her chin on her fist out of boredom, readjusting her lavender dress. “Maybe the assassins just didn’t feel comfortable killing you before you had facial hair?”
Kay snorted at that, almost stabbing himself when he failed to catch the dagger he’s been tossing up and down for fun. Like their Uncle Gwaine did with his apples usually before he ate them—a habit his little son, Everard, was starting to pick up on. Luckily he didn’t thanks to Brahms’ quick reflexes. That could have ended in disaster and a long lecture from both their fathers who still weren’t happy about the last time that had happened.
“It…is a bit odd, though, don’t you think?” Wendell hummed, frowning thoughtfully—a look that was mirrored on both his brother’s face and Loholt’s. “That they started not too terribly long after Morgie was publicly dubbed L & L’s bodyguards?”
“Or that none of the assassins seem to be trying to actually get close to the princes they’re supposedly trying to kill in the first place?” Brahms added, swatting at Kay’s hand when he tried to take his knife back. Clearly not trusting their friend with it while he was distracted.
“That assassin from last week actually seemed pretty surprised when he was told he was under arrest for trying to kill the king’s sons, too.” Cai chimed in, peering down at the plate of fruit he’d borrowed from the kitchens for their hang out with furrowed brows. “As if he didn’t know who Loholt and Llacheu were.”
Florie still didn’t look completely convinced. “He could have been playing dumb in the hopes of getting a lesser punishment.”
“No.” Loholt finally spoke, shifting from where he was sitting on his bed. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. Aren’t most assassins willing to die if they fail? And those who aren’t wouldn’t be willing to bet their lives on that flimsy excuse. Not after how badly all the previous attempts on the rest of our family’s lives have gone.”
Llacheu pointed at Loholt. “Exactly! How is that not suspicious sounding!”
“I don’t know!” Florie groaned, frustrated. “None of this makes sense either way. Why would all these assassins be after your bodyguard who no one’s ever heard of before he showed up looking for a job?”
“That’s what we need to find out!”
The room went dead silent momentarily at the prince’s words, everyone looking at him with dread.
“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Llacheu, no.” Cai put his head in his hands. Florie grimaced. Wendell and Brahms sighed, looking resigned. Loholt looked like he couldn’t believe that the two of them were related (a look his girlfriend, Angelica, who had decided that she was firmly staying out of this conversation, shared as she glanced between them) and Kay?
He stopped trying to snatch his knife back from Brahms and snapped his fingers. “Llacheu, yes! That’s brilliant and exactly what we need to do!”
Loholt threw a pillow at him. “Don’t encourage him! Don’t you two ever learn anything?!”
"Ow! What was that for?!”
"This is why the twins even have Morgie as a bodyguard in the first place." Angelica groaned, burying her face in a throw pillow, her long silky black hair draping over the sides of it. Clearly done with both Kay and Llacheu, and rethinking her dreams of marrying Loholt and joining his family because of it. At least, that's what Llacheu—ever the one for theatre—thought she was thinking. "At the rate this is going, your father is going to lock you two in a tower and throw away the key so you'll stop getting into danger!”
"No he won't." Llacheu bristled. "Our dad's overprotective, sure, but he would never do anything like that. And even if he tried, I'm sure mom and our aunts and uncles wouldn't let him.”
Cai glanced at Wendell. "Ten silvers says that Sir Elyan will be the one helping the King lock them up."
The manservant gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm not taking that bet; It's so obvious that that's what's going to happen that it's physically painful.”
“Fair. I probably wouldn't have taken that bet either.”
“Aw come on guys!”
“No Llacheu!”
“I'm with Florie and Loholt here, this is a really bad idea.”
“Is it though?”
“You aren't helping Kay!”
“We are not snooping into your bodyguard’s personal life!”
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To absolutely no one's surprise, the group did in fact end up snooping into Morgar’s personal life after both Kay and Llacheu talked them into it.
At least that's the word they would use.
The others would say that they just got tired of them asking and.that they were going along with it so that the two trouble makers wouldn't get themselves killed.
(Not that anyone would believe them, if they said that, of course).
One would think that with the combined forces of two princes, two manservants, two princesses from separate kingdoms, and two squires (a total of eight people) and a library filled with scrolls that most people often forget even exist would be able to find something on one highly qualified young man turned bodyguard. Multiple somethings or just a single something, even.
But no.
To the group's absolute frustration, they couldn't find anything on the man.
No record of his birth.
No family lines.
Not even a whisper of a Morgar or a Morgie from any kingdom that could be even remotely capable of what they'd all seen the princes’ bodyguard do. It frustrated Llacheu so much that he was tempted to start throwing the useless books and scrolls across the room. But he didn't.
Mostly because Loholt, Geoffrey, Florie, and not to mention his parents would kill him if he destroyed any of the books in the castle or made more work for the castle staff. But also because he didn't really want to make more work for the castle staff in the first place and he knew that it wouldn't help their search if he did.
So, in a great show of restraint, Llacheu bit back his frustration and his complaints (unlike Kay) and continued his search. His friends all doing the same.
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“What are you up to?”
Llacheu gave his Uncle Merlin an innocent look that he didn't buy for a second. “What? You always tell me I should read more.”
“Yes, but court genealogy doesn't really seem like something you'd be interested in without an ulterior motive. So, I ask again. What are you up to and do I need to be prepared to stage a cover up?”
If Llacheu was seven again, he would have immediately given in and confessed to everything upon seeing Merlin cross his arms and raise the eyebrow of doom. But alas, he was not a little kid anymore. He was fifteen, so much more mature and so much more stubborn.
“I’m not up to anything. Honest. I'm just curious.”
Merlin sighed, shaking his head and sounding almost fond as he muttered “You are your parent's son.” Walking off with the herbs he'd collected for whatever potion or spell they were needed for. Which, considering that he was both the Court Sorcerer and the New Court Physician with a family and three apprentices (Gwenhwyfach, Guiomar, and Nyneve who had agreed to cover for Llacheu if asked, bless them) of his own, could be anything.
Including another prank on Llacheu's father or some kind of cleaning powder for George, who had taken over Merlin's duties when Giaus retired and Merlin was doubly promoted. Or so Uncle Gwaine's stories told.
(And who knew if those could be accurate, since he claimed that Uncle Will, Aunt Freya, Uncle Lancelot, and several other family friends had risen from the dead. Honestly, Llacheu wasn't born yesterday).
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“Hey Artie, what are you doing, buddy?” Llacheu asked, as casually as he could manage while praying for forgiveness to whoever was listening for the scheme he had just cooked up.
The three year old jumped away from his friends, looking guilty. “Nothin’.”
Everard and Dragonet (Merlin and Freya’s son) were hiding something behind their backs. If Llacheu was anybody else, like Loholt, he would have pried further. Unfortunately for everyone in the castle however, Llacheu was not Loholt, and thus did not pry further or even make a mental note to warn anyone ahead of time that the three were probably going to be causing chaos. Because what would the fun in that be?
Not to mention it would be rather hypocritical of him considering what the prince was about to ask the three toddlers to do.
“Do you want something to do?”
The trio of trouble making toddlers looked at him, immediately intrigued as every ounce of guilt drained out of them. Artie shared a look with his two friends briefly before finally answering, albeit hesitantly. “Maybe…”
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Llacheu's plan went off without a hitch, despite not being very-Loholt approved.
Artie’s trio of friends had barely even needed to be bribed with the offer of sweets at all after the older Prince had showed them his (non lethal) handmade, very realistic knock off version of Uncle Merlin’s spell book that he never willingly let any of them touch unsurprised and told them that he wanted them to run around the castle with it. He'd only really needed to bribe them into doing it in front of their parents but even then it wasn't really hard to convince them.
The offer of getting to play with a spellbook, even one that wasn't excitedly dangerous, was just too tempting of a chance to pass up. Just like Llacheu knew it would be.
“Arthur Gaius Pendragon the 2nd—”
“Everard, please, before you give your old man a heart attack—”
“Dragonet William Bailnoir Hunithson, put the spellbook down!”
Llacheu would have felt bad if it wasn't so funny watching his dad, Uncle Merlin, and Uncle Gwaine get evaded again and again by three kids barely out of diapers with a kid friendly spellbook. If only he had a sketchbook and some artistic talent so he could capture this moment, and remember it forever. Alas, he had neither of those things nor the time.
As soon as the teenage prince was sure no one was around he slipped into the Physician Chambers and snagged his Uncle’s real spellbook. Silently sending his Uncle an apology for the chaos he'd sent his devil spawn to cause as he slipped back out, and headed back to the stables where the others were supposed to meet him.
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“This isn't going to work.”
“Yes it will.” Llacheu rolled his eyes.
His brother and friends didn’t look convinced, and neither did his father’s prized horses (Hengroen and Llamrei) and favorite dogs (Cavall and Glessic). Which, rude, because as far as his plans usually went this one was actually probably one of his better ones.
“You need magic to make a spell work and you don’t have magic.” Loholt reminded, apparently unwilling to let go of that particular argument.
“Yeah, well none of you have magic either and we can’t afford to wait for Nyneve or Gwenhwyfach to get off work. So me it is—Guiomar!”
The physician-in-training immediately peaked his head into the stables. “All clear so far.” Then he retreated back into position before anyone could say anything else, throwing in his own two cents as he did. “And for the record, I believe he can do it.”
Kay cackled, the only other one who believed that there was even the slightest chance of this working.
“See, this isn’t a complete lost cause!” Llacheu smirked. “Now, everybody stand back—ah bollocks, where’d I put the chalk?”
Wendell handed it to him. “This better work because cleaning that off the wood before anyone notices is going to be a right pain—”
“It’ll work!”
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The outline of Morgie was drawn.
The herbs and oils were applied.
The candles were lit and Morgie’s anchor (in this case, his scarf) was pinned in the center of it all.
All that was left for the group of nine to do was the spell—but Llacheu just couldn’t seem to get it right.
On the first attempt, the candles went out. On the second, the doors blew open—hitting Guiomar in the backside. On the third, the building shook and by the fourth, the young prince was starting to lose the high confidence and small amount of hope that this would work; which made it all the more fitting that that was when he finally managed to pronounce the damn thing right.
“A éireachtach Dé Lúth-chuimhne, tabhair dom an t-údarás a implaim, agus tóg an ceanglaigh seo ionas go bhfeicim an fhírinne.” The words felt awkward on the youth’s tongue and sent a strange warmth throughout his body, his eyes especially and if he had to guess he’d wager that they were glowing—which would explain the startled looks he was getting. But he didn’t have time to dwell on that as the flames of the candles raised high into the air and the outline of Morgie blazed to life.
The spell of truth was a spell created to sniff out imposters and trace children’s liege in the hopes of finding someone who could take them in—but it was a spell that many had forgotten existed. Their uncle Merlin included. But Llacheu? He remembered. The summary and name of the spell not having left his mind since he’d first read about it all those years ago when he’d first gotten a peak at his godfather’s spellbook when he was eight years old and bored while waiting for the man to finish brewing the nasty medicine required for whatever affliction he’d had at the time.
Llacheu hadn’t known if the spell would actually work if he’d been the one to read it, but he’d had a hunch. Just like he had a hunch that when the light faded, they would finally know at least some of the answers to their questions.
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Loholt stared at the words that had appeared in the outline of Morgie, feeling faint as he leaned against one of the stalls.
“Who the fuck is Madoc? I thought his name was Morgar?” Kay grumbled, crossing his arms. “Are you sure you grabbed the right scarf?”
“Yes I’m sure!” Llacheu snapped, tired of people asking him that question—tired of just questions in general, actually. Which is what they had just gotten more of because it turns out they didn’t really know their bodyguard at all.
Because the spell of truth?
It had just revealed to them that his name was not in fact Morgar or even Morgie, as they’d previously thought, but instead Prince Madoc Pendragon, son of Morgana Pendragon. As in, Llacheu and Loholt’s father’s evil half sister, Morgana Pendragon, who had died at the Battle of Camlann when trying to kill their father and likely everyone else they loved and held dear.
Which beared the question—if the spell had actually worked, which it most certainly had, then why was Morgana’s son currently acting as their bodyguard and what did he want?
Why hadn’t he killed them yet?
The number of assassins that threatens the prince skyrocket after the king hired the new bodyguard. The king thought that is money well spent, the prince however know the truth. Those assassins weren't after his life, they are after his bodyguard's! And he is determined to find out why.
#merlin bbc#merlin next gen#the adventures of merlin#next generation#one shot#ocs based off of arthurian legends#arthur pendragon#parent arthur pendragon#parent gwen pendragon#gwen x arwen#uncle merlin
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Prequels scenes nonsense, pt. 2
Arthur: *enamored of the Earl of London's daughter*
Merlin: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Arthur: But she's so beautiful and different from all the girls. *gushes*
Merlin: Need I remind you you're married?
Days later...
Arthur: *making out with the earl's daughter*
Merlin: *seeing them from in the distance* Dammit, I told him not to!
....
Merlin: *playing with the twins*
Igraine: I see you didn't waste your time.
Merlin: It just happened.
Igraine: Like Mordred?
Merlin: *nods* Like Mordred.
...
Merlin: *snoring in Morgan's bed*
Morgan: Merlin, wake up. *hisses*
Merlin: Go back to bed, love.
Morgan: 😳 *kicks him off the bed, trying not to blush*
...
Merlin: *holding his fourth son* He got a name?
Morgan: Why don't you name this one?
Merlin: *looks at her in surprise*
Morgan: *smiling* Go on.
Merlin: Mabon.
Morgan: I like that.
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Arthur: *seeing the twins* They're a mix of the both of you.
Merlin: His mother begs to differ.
Arthur: *snorts* Who is it this time?
Merlin: Her great grandmother's grandmother's mother.
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Merlin: *spoons Morgan*
Morgan: Dammit, Merlin. *hisses*
Merlin: *keeps snoring*
...
Notes: Just thought you'd like something a bit funny, angsty and sweet as well. Sincerely, Spamming Anon.
THIS IS SO HOT THOUGH?! domestic merlin x morgan ftw
#camelot mergane#starz camelot#camelot merlin#camelot morgane#ilove their married twice divorced vibes in the show tbh
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Twin!AU Part 2:
Gwaine is ecstatic to find that he’s technically dating Royalty (Arthur still isn’t best pleased), and Merlin begins to recover his true heritage.
Part 1 Part 3
Gwaine stares at the two of them open-mouthed from where he sits on the edge of the bed.
Re-telling the story had re-ignited Merlin and Arthur’s anger, but they do a good job of keeping it in as Gwaine tries to process that his partner and The Prince of Camelot are... twins. Gods this sounds like something out of one of Leon’s ridiculous fiction books: long lost royal twins and insane Kings and emotional reunions with long-dead, ghostly relatives. But to be fair, Gwaine has found that in all of his travels, Camelot has definitely been the weirdest place he’s ever been. Or perhaps it’s just the people.
He finally shuts his mouth, nodding slowly as he takes a deep breath and stands. He wipes his sweaty hands down his trousers briefly before stepping forward and pulling Merlin into a hug, making pointed eye-contact with Arthur over his shoulder. The only thing that Gwaine and Arthur had ever agreed on was that Merlin’s safety was of the upmost importance; this whole ordeal had just strengthened that agreement:
“That’s... you guys have had one hell of a day, huh? You said Gaius, and your mo- Hunith, and that bloody Dragon knew?”
Merlin tenses in his arms before pulling away, and Arthur’s expression turns stormy once more as he nods. Gwaine frowns, keeping one hand on Merlin’s shoulder as the servant (Prince?) responds bitterly:
“Hmm. We haven’t spoken to Kilgharrah or Hunith yet, but they’ll be getting a bloody mouthful from me, when we get time.”
Gwaine nods sympathetically, muttering his reply more to himself than the others:
“...Bastards.”
Arthur nods, but takes a deep breath as he puts his own hand on Merlin’s other shoulder:
“Agreed, but we’ve been gone too long; Leon’s been dealing with the council for at least half an hour and we need to go explain things sooner rather than later. News of my- The King’s arrest will spread like wildfire once it gets out.”
Merlin sighs, sagging slightly where he stands, and Gwaine steps even closer to him, moving his arm to be over his shoulder in a side-hug:
“Hey, I’m sure Arthur and Leon can deal with this if you’d rather hide out in here for a little peace. We could always set Morgana loose on the council, she’s bound to whip them into shape.”
(Yes, this fic is ignoring the timeline both in terms of the knights AND Morgana. She knows about Merlin’s magic, and Merlin, Arthur, and Gwaine (and Lance) know about hers.)
Merlin lets out a quiet huff of laughter, leaning into Gwaine’s side slightly as he looks up:
“No, I can’t. Arthur’s right, we need to sort this out sooner rather than later. I’d be perfectly content to not tell anyone about who I really am-”
Gwaine raises an eyebrow and Arthur narrows his eyes, ready to protest, but is interrupted by Merlin’s loud continuation before he can say anything:
“-but I know neither of you will let me get away with that so... here we are.”
Arthur nods decisively and Gwaine hides a grin, clearly thinking about how he’s technically courting a Prince. Arthur rolls his eyes at Gwaine’s expression, a small part of him cursing himself for letting the drunkard stay in Camelot, but the rest of him is grateful, knowing that Merlin needed more than Arthur on his side, especially now he had lost, or partially lost, Gaius, Kilgharrah, and Hunith.
The blonde Prince lets out a deep sigh, looking towards the door despondently as he decides that they really can’t leave Leon to fend for himself any longer. The three of them make their way from the room wordlessly, but Arthur halts the group again at the end of the corridor, turning to Gwaine with a thoughtful frown:
“Go find Elyan, Percival, Lancelot, Morgana, and Gwen. Gaius is a member of the council so he should already be there but double check he isn’t in his chambers, and Leon may have fetched Morgana himself, but I don’t know.”
Gwaine turns to look at Merlin and speaks quietly:
“What should I tell them?”
Merlin’s frown deepens and he glances at Arthur, but he just shrugs slightly, giving the choice to Merlin:
“They’ll all find out in the meeting anyway, so it might be best to pre-warn them so they aren’t blind-sided. Tell them the truth, I was born with magic, and am Arthur’s long lost twin brother, confirmed by Igraine’s ghost and then Gaius.”
He looks bewildered as he says it, almost as though he doesn’t fully believe it quite yet; Arthur nods in agreement and continues his instructions to Gwaine:
“Have everyone meet us there as soon as possible, I want to get this sorted now and I’m going to need as many people on my side as I can get.”
Gwaine nods seriously, pressing a brief kiss against Merlin’s forehead before rushing off in the other direction, hurriedly knocking on the knights’ doors down the corridor as Merlin and Arthur turn the corner.
They make quick work of the journey back through the castle, stopping just outside the doors to the Throne Room with sweaty palms and shivering lungs. The two of them listen to the annoyed sounding murmurs coming from inside for a few moments and the guards try not to give them odd looks as Arthur glances to Merlin—stood at his side instead of behind him—with a fond, though nervous smile. He puts his hand on the other man’s shoulder:
“We’re about to cause one hell of an argument, you ready?”
Merlin takes a deep, calming breath, smiling briefly as he hears Leon pleading with the council to be patient for just a little longer, looking to Arthur with anxious eyes and pale cheeks:
“Yeah. Come on, I think Leon might hurl himself from the window if we make him wait much longer.”
Arthur chuckles quietly, and the guards quickly divert their gazes when he looks back to the doors, taking one last fortifying lungful before walking forward and pushing them open with a bang, Merlin at his side.
The room goes suddenly quiet and Leon visibly relaxes when they walk in, bowing briefly before stepping aside and allowing Arthur to take his place in front of the thrones. There is no table in the Throne Room, so the council stand gathered in the middle, staring up at Arthur incredulously as he runs a hand down the arm of The King’s throne absent-mindedly. He was grateful to see Gaius present, despite not being in any sort of mood to talk to the man; he holds a smirk in when he sees several of the councilmen raise eyebrows at Merlin, still stood at his side when he technically shouldn’t even be in the room. There was even further incredulity as Sir Leon moves to stand guard behind him, as opposed to The Prince.
One of the Lords nearer the front of the small crowd finally breaks the tense silence:
“My Lord, what is the meaning of this? We were told it was an emergency, that we were meeting in the Throne Room as opposed to the council room, and were then made to wait for almost a candle-mark. The King has yet to arrive, what is going on?
Arthur turns to look at them with a raised eyebrow, back straight and face impassive:
“Patience, Lord Angar, The King will not be joining us, though we are waiting for a few more-”
The doors open before he finishes and every head turns to see the remaining knights, Gwen, and Lady Morgana enter, led by a serious looking Gwaine. All of them give Merlin a small smile and a bewildered nod, bar Morgana, who looks nothing short of furious as she moves to stand protectively at his side, glaring at any councilman who dares to look their way. The knights spread out, standing to attention with hands on their swords around the edge of the room, whilst Gwen moves to stand against the wall behind Morgana, Merlin, and Leon. Only Gwaine, Leon, and Lancelot are in full armour, but all the knights are armed and angry looking.
The councilmen, looking more confused and annoyed, look back to a still impassive Arthur. He fixes a short glare on each and every one of them before turning to face them properly and speaking confidently, his tone inviting no argument:
“The King has been arrested and confined to his chambers for the murder of the late Queen, and gross crimes against the Kingdom.-”
The room immediately explodes into angry and incredulous yelling, and Merlin flinches away from the sudden noise. Morgana squeezes his wrist comfortingly, knowing that it was only going to get worse when the rest of the truth is revealed, and Leon steps out from behind him, moving to be at his side with his sword halfway out of it’s sheath.
The other knights and Gwen all tense in place and Gwaine has to resist the urge to run to Merlin, knowing that the council’s disdain for both him personally and his courtship with Merlin would just make things worse. Arthur rolls his eyes at the cacophony of noise and slams the metal part of his gauntlet against the arm of the throne with a bang:
“ENOUGH! You’ll find, gentlemen, that remaining calm and quiet will make this conversation much easier.-”
He glowers at everyone until the hall is drowning in another tense silence before taking a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his hands from fidgeting as he continues:
“-It has come to my attention, through the Witch Morgause-”
A few murmurs of dissent go around the room, but they quickly cease when even the ever-calm Sir Leon begins to glare at people:
“-and further confirmation by The Court Physician, that King Uther used sorcery, against The late Queen’s wishes, in order to conceive a child. He was warned of the dangers, and went ahead with his plan anyway, which resulted in not only the birth of twins, one of whom was magical, but the death of the Queen.-”
At the mention of Gaius, the elderly Physician gets a few confused glances, and even more glares; no one likes being kept out of the loop, especially when everyone there is a Lord except Gaius. At the mention of twins, everyone’s attention is abruptly back on Arthur, and the knights have to resist the urge to look at Merlin, in fear of giving anything away too early.
Before he can continue, Arthur is interrupted by Lord Angar again:
“My Lord, I very much doubt the validity of anything you have just said, but either way, is this really the sort of meeting to be had with servants, a Lady, and your peasant knights present? I know you’re oddly fond of them but-”
Arthur, Leon, and Morgana have to resist the urge to punch the Lord in the face at his words. Gwen, Percival, Lancelot, and Elyan manage to keep their faces neutral, though Gwaine glowers openly. The knight does however hold in his smirk when he notices the fury on Arthur’s face. The Prince takes a threatening step forward but doesn’t lower himself from the dais as he speaks, his tone cold:
“Lady Morgana, Guinevere, and Merlin have proven to be better advisors to me than you ever have Lord Angar; Sirs Percival, Elyan, Lancelot, and Gwaine are amongst the best knights this Kingdom has ever seen, and you will show every one of them the respect they deserve, or you will excuse yourself from this room, and this council. Am I understood?”
The red of Angar’s face gets more severe as he splutters:
“My Lord you can not be-”
“Am I understood?!-”
Arthur’s voice cuts through everyone in the room, despite it’s low volume, and where Leon hides his proud smirk, Morgana doesn’t hold back at all, especially when Angar takes a deep breath and nods his purple head in embarrassment. The rest of the council seems to finally have grasped the seriousness and severity of the situation and play close attention to Arthur as he continues, no one daring to interrupt again:
“-This information changes everything we know about sorcery; my father started a genocide against an innocent group of people because he was too much of a coward to admit his mistakes and refused to take the rightful blame for killing his wife. I will not stand for this, and things will change very soon. If you are not outraged at the unjustness of his actions, at the death and suffering he has caused our people, the people we are meant to serve and protect, then you are more than welcome to leave. Meetings to organise and begin the process of legalising magic will start early tomorrow, and I will be accepting no excuses, this is non-negotiable. As for the matter of my twin brother...-”
Arthur glances back to Merlin, and at his slight nod, Arthur shoots him a small smile and holds his hand out to him. Merlin walks slowly forward to the sound of the council gasping and muttering to themselves, Leon stays barely a hair’s breadth behind him with his sword fully drawn:
“-may I present Prince Myrddin Pendragon.-”
Lord Angar, among others, looks seconds away from bursting once more, so Arthur hurries to continue, though still manages to keep his voice forceful and confident:
“-This information was unconfirmed for both of us until around a candle-mark ago; I have never believed in fate before now, though I think we can all be grateful that The Prince managed to return to Camelot all on his own.-”
He settles his hand on Merlin’s shoulder, but doesn’t pull him forward too much, understanding that his serv- his brother, probably wants to be as far away from the centre of attention as he can get.
“-I want him presented to The Kingdom and crowned before the month is out, this matter is also non-negotiable. Any questions?”
Lord Angar looks desperate to start yelling, but he also seems to have finally accepted that his influence over this room, and now the council in general, was tenuous at best. One of the newer councilmen, a young Lord who Arthur has a slowly growing respect for, steps forward slightly, bowing his head before meeting Arthur’s gaze and quietly asking:
“And The King, My Lord? Should we plan for your coronation as well?”
It was clear that the question was unexpected and Arthur frowns at the realisation that he had... arrested The King. Uther may have deserved it, but Arthur couldn’t bring himself to order his execution, and knowing Merlin he’d argue against it endlessly anyway.
Morgana senses Arthur’s hesitation after a second or two, thankfully before the council becomes restless and annoyed:
“You could always take over as Regent whilst we sort all of this out; that way we can revisit the issue of actually crowning you King later. Though we can’t confine Uther to his chambers forever, we’ll have to deal with him at some point.”
Arthur hums and nods, giving her a thankful smile before looking back to the young Lord:
“Lady Morgana’s suggestion is sound. I’ll take over as Regent,-”
He nods at Geoffrey of Monmouth, who takes a note down in the giant leather tome he perpetually has under his arm. If Arthur thinks about it for too long, he might come to the conclusion that the older man looks proud:
“-and we can revisit the issue when the dust has settled.-”
He rubs his eyes tiredly, as though the last day or so of drama had finally landed with it’s full weight upon his shoulders:
“-I think it goes without saying that, for now, none of this is to leave the room. I trust only Sir Leon with assigning who is to guard The King,-”
He glances to Leon, who nods seriously at his words:
“-keep it discreet Leon. I want to keep as much of this under wraps for as long as possible to avoid public panic; this is going to be a lot of hard work gentlemen, but I mean to see it through with or without your support, the choice is yours. The first meeting will take place in the normal council room tomorrow, two candle-marks after dawn. You’re all dismissed.”
The councilmen—including Gaius, after he sends a forlorn look Merlin’s way—slowly trickle out of the room, some looking angry, most looking resigned, but a few looking rather content, happy even (Arthur and Morgana take mental notes of who is who). The door shuts quietly behind the last man, leaving only Arthur, Merlin, Morgana, Gwen, and the knights left, all of whom understanding that the dismissal did not include them. Arthur lets out a deep sigh when the room quietens, looking back up to Merlin with a tired smile and even more tired eyes:
“Ready brother?”
He quirks an amused, but hugely pleased eyebrow as he says it and Merlin grins, rolling his eyes fondly:
“Not even close, but that’s never stopped me before.”
Arthur chuckles as the others all move closer, an odd mix of exasperated, because Merlin turning out to be Arthur’s long lost magical twin is exactly the sort of insanely dramatic thing that’s likely to happen in Camelot, and hesitant, because... how do they even deal with that? Other than with a great deal of confusion?
Gwen is the first to reach him, pulling Merlin into a tight hug that is very well received:
“I’m sorry Merlin, I can’t imagine how difficult this must be, and I’m so terribly sorry for all the horrible things I’ve said about magic.-”
She pulls back but doesn’t let go of his shoulders, staring up at him with tears in her eyes and a desperate look on her face:
“-You know that we all love, and trust you, don’t you??”
Merlin rolls his eyes fondly and pulls her back into a hug with a wide smile on his face:
“Of course I know that, I love you too Gwen. And don’t worry about it, you believed what you were taught, it’s not your fault.”
She looks like she wants to argue again when she pulls back, but Merlin just pats her cheek softly and gives her a warning glare. She huffs but dutifully steps back, allowing Gwaine to take her place as the rest of the knights pat his shoulders and run soft hands through his hair as way of apology and comfort.
Merlin smiles at them, but sobers quickly when a particularly horrible thought re-occurs to him. Gwaine squeezes his shoulder in question and Arthur furrows his brows:
“Merls?”
Merlin just sighs and leans into Gwaine’s side slightly:
“I need to talk to my... Hunith. And Kilgharrah, but I really don’t have the energy for him right now.”
Arthur nods in understanding, thinking for a moment before looking up to the huddle of knights (most of whom look marginally confused at the mention of whoever the hell Kilgharrah is):
“Percival, Lancelot, you know where Ealdor is?-”
The two of them nod, remembering the route from visiting with Merlin a few months ago:
“-Leave at dawn, take an extra horse and bring Hunith back with you. With all that’s going on, me and Merlin can’t afford to be gone for even a day and it’s a four days’ journey there and back.”
They nod, but Lancelot quickly responds with a quiet:
“We can leave now if you like, it’s not like the journey will take much prep. What should we tell her?”
He looks to Merlin, who frowns slightly as he replies, his words slow:
“Don’t tell her anything, Arthur and I need to have that conversation with her. She’ll panic when you turn up without me so feel free to tell her that we’re all alive and uninjured and not in any danger but... just don’t tell her the real reason.”
Their smiles are understanding, and just a little pitying, but they turn and march off the moment Arthur nods at them in approval, determined to do everything they can to make things go smoothly and easily.
It’s Elyan that breaks the now slightly uncomfortable silence a few moments later:
“So... do we still call you Merlin? Or is it Prince Myrddin, My Lord?”
Merlin grimaces the moment Elyan mentions what would soon be his official title, and the others grin at his reaction, chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair:
“No one’s called me Myrddin since I was about five, and I think it would be a little odd if that changed now, so Merlin is just fine.”
The others nod in agreement, though Arthur sighs as he responds, faux annoyance in his tone:
“Paperwork’s going to be bloody confusing.”
~
It takes Merlin all of three hours to figure out that Arthur had subtly assigned him a constant guard. The guard consists of Sirs Leon and Gwaine, so he isn’t... complaining, per se, but it's annoying, to escape company for a quick piss to find his partner and friend casually hovering right outside the door.
But to be fair, Merlin only notices when his brain registers that Gwaine isn’t there, and how odd that is. Whilst Merlin is interrogating Leon, Arthur is cornering Gwaine in a seldom used corridor, though the rambunctious knight beats Arthur to the punch:
“I think we’ve been here before, Princess.”
Arthur raises an amused eyebrow at Gwaine’s teasing grin, before sagging slightly in place and sighing. Gwaine sobers immediately, putting a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and trying to meet his gaze:
“Arthur?”
Arthur sighs again, looking up to him with tired eyes:
“This goes without saying, but Merlin.... he is everything to me. As far as I’m concerned he and Morgana are my only family, though I suppose I believed that before all of... this; but that’s besides the point. I know you won’t ever mean to hurt him, and I do trust you, as... difficult as that is to admit, but I need to you understand, Gwaine,-”
Gwaine nods in understanding and agreement:
“I do understand, Arthur. He’s everything to me as well.”
Arthur shakes his head and steps back, bringing himself to his full height:
“No, you don’t. He is my brother, and he was taken from me. He has suffered, more than I think either of us will ever know, and that stops, this Kingdom is now being built for him. But I would burn it all down if it would make him happy. Everything is for him, for Morgana, for my family. Do you understand?”
Gwaine nods, only once, before holding his hand out. Neither his hand nor his voice shakes as he responds:
“I’ll pour the oil, you light the match.”
Arthur pauses for a moment, as if trying to gauge his own trust in the other man, before clasping Gwaine’s hand strongly.
The seriousness of the moment ends when Gwaine lifts his other hand to tug sharply at Arthur’s hair before ducking under his arm and skipping down the corridor towards where they’d left Merlin and Leon. Arthur just huffs and follows him, definitely not sulking.
Merlin turns to them both with a scowl when they enter, immediately taking note of the residual gravity in the tightness of Gwaine’s shoulders:
“And what have you two been doing all of sudden?”
Leon bites his lip to stop himself from snorting in amusement, but fails miserably the moment Gwaine shrugs and opens his mouth:
“I don’t know, some sort of mutual arson pact I think.”
Arthur rolls his eyes first at Gwaine subtly, then at Merlin, far more obviously:
“Honestly Merlin, we’ve spent practically every second with you all day, you can’t go a few minutes without us?”
Merlin huffs noisily and turns around to grab Leon’s wrist, dragging him from the room and not looking over his shoulder as he snarks:
“Leon’s always been my favourite knight anyway.”
Gwaine and Arthur just look outraged, both speaking at the same time:
“Hang on, what about me?!”
They fix each other with narrow-eyed glares before shoving each other childishly, fighting over who could shoulder their way through the door first.
~
The next conversation, a few days later, is... a lot harder.
With Kilgharrah’s odd ability to seemingly know about everything that happens in Camelot, Merlin couldn’t get away with putting off speaking to him for long, especially with how The Warlock could feel the way he was angrily clomping about in his cave.
The short journey down through the dungeons, made by Arthur, Merlin, and Gwaine, was made mostly in silence. The oppressive feeling of Kilgharrah’s mishmash of emotions bouncing around in Merlin’s head made focusing on any other strain of thought impossible, and Gwaine and Arthur were too busy stewing in their own anger and worry to want to disturb him.
They pause momentarily outside the large iron gates leading to Kilgharrah’s lair, none of them looking to each other as they take deep breaths in an attempt to gather some bravery. Arthur and Gwaine have never said anything, but Kilgharrah terrifies the shit out of both of them; Merlin normally takes these trips alone—Arthur and Gwaine’s fear wasn’t difficult to pick up on and he never wanted to make them uncomfortable—allowing the other two their blissfully ignorant beauty sleep as he sneaks away to argue with a Dragon. But that’s obviously not in the cards today; no way either of them would let him face this alone.
Kilgharrah is waiting for them when they push open the gate and stalk out onto the ledge, and he raises himself to his full height, sparing barely a glance in Arthur’s direction and sparing Gwaine even less as he stares at Merlin with aloof, golden eyes:
“You have discovered who you are, Young Warlock, at long-”
Merlin interrupts him with a scowl and a held up hand:
“You had no right,-”
His voice is echoingly deadly, and the two knights find themselves being reminded of Merlin’s seemingly endless power. Merlin being angry at Gaius was... was like a child being heartbroken at a parent’s betrayal, which it was in some ways. But Merlin being angry at Kilgharrah... that was much more; like a God being angry at a creature of His own design. Merlin stands before The Great Beast, centuries old, full of unimaginable knowledge, and he stands tall, and proud, and angry.
“-no right, to keep this from me. You claim that no one can know their destiny, and then proceed to prattle on about mine in riddles. In my search for answers, you gave me more questions. In my search for comfort, you gave me fear. In my begging for help, you gave me nothing but pain. I’m done, you’re just as bad as Uther.”
Kilgharrah bristles, flaring his arched nostrils as his furious reaction ripples across his hardened scales:
“How dare you compare me to-”
Merlin interrupts him with a yell, his voice growling in it’s reverberation, a hidden power more ancient than the mountains themselves echoing in his words:
“You separated my brother from me and you had no right! You whine about how Uther took your kin from you, but you took my kin from me! You suffered so you made it your greatest goal to make everyone else suffer just as much. You are cruel, and cowardly, and I am done. You will not manipulate me anymore, you will not lie to me, or mislead me. You tried to get me to kill the boy, but I didn’t, and I forgave you. You tried to get me to kill Morgana, but I didn’t, and I forgave you. You keep trying to get me to free you, but I won’t. You will rot in here until you can tell me the truth, a truth I deem worthy, on why you kept my heritage from me.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, turning on his heel and marching out of the gate without another word, Gwaine following closely behind. Arthur stays, just for a few moments, though with Merlin’s sudden display of power over the beast before him he finds himself significantly less frightened:
“He’s right, you know. Every one of my brother’s successes has come to pass because he ignored you. You have haunted him every step of the way, causing nothing but grief; you should be grateful, Merlin has offered you a chance of redemption that I would not have.”
Arthur doesn’t wait for a response either, jogging up the steps to catch up with the other two just exiting the dungeons.
Merlin doesn’t ask what was said, though Gwaine does raise an eyebrow in The Prince Regent’s direction; Arthur gives him a short nod, acknowledging Gwaine’s need to know, need to keep a tight hold on everything so he could keep Merlin safe and happy. Or as happy as he can keep him in this situation. Gwaine relaxes when he understands Arthur’s promise to tell him later, trusting the blonde to have Merlin’s best interests at heart.
The slight relaxation doesn’t last long however; Merlin heads up through the castle towards the large doors leading into the courtyard. The other two follow him, knowing that the younger man likely needs some fresh air to recover from the pressing darkness and power and heaviness of Kilgharrah’s presence, but they quickly tense when he suddenly halts on the steps just outside the doors.
When they peer over his shoulder, they are abruptly reminded of the amount of time that had passed since Percival and Lancelot had left. And apparently returned.
Hunith dismounts her horse quickly, her mouth stretching into a relieved smile as she runs towards him. Merlin doesn’t move, just stares at her with blank eyes, and Gwaine’s eyes shift nervously between the two of them. Hunith’s relief is quickly dropped when she notices Merlin’s non-reaction, and she slows just before she ascends the steps, looking up at Merlin with her brow creased in worry:
“Son?”
Merlin’s expression hardens; his hands clench and his eyes and tone turn icy as he responds:
“I’m not your son.”
~
END of part 2!!!
Sorry to be a teeeaaasssee :))))) (Not really)
I’ve recently got a BUNCH more hours at work (which is like... good for me personally but not so great for my social life or hobbies lol) so things might take a little longer to come out from now, but I promise this blog is still ultra active and going!! I’ll just only have time to write in the evenings nowadays.
I’m not sure when part 3 will be, but it’s in the works and won’t be too long!! Two weeks at absolute MOST I imagine :D
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The game will be rated 18+ for strong languages, heavy themes, and the possible presence of explicit sexual content.
Heavy is the crown...
That's the first thing Merlin said to you after you woke up in their tower (right after he told you that you were definitely not what he expected but that “we'd deal with it.” But how much weight can a bruised ego carry in the face of the survival of a Kingdom?)
For generations, your family has been in charge of protecting the Sword of Light, and like every 1st born of your generation, it's up to you to pass it on to its true owner.
And here you are, with Clarent, the twin blade of excalibur in your hands. And according to Merlin that's enough to send you on a quest.
You must at all costs reunite the knights of the round table, find Arthur and Morgana and save Camelot (you must also defeat Uther Pendragon, but we'll see about that later...)
Anyway, Merlin has assured you that they will accompany you. They're a powerful sorcerer, right? So what could go wrong?
Arthur Pendragon/Le Fay (The Young Dragon) He/Him
Everyone portrays the young king of Camelot as fair, loyal and kind, and while your family is no stranger to complimenting the young dragon, they know there is more to him than this bright side. Dark whispers also follow the discussion about the young king among your own. And if every coin has two sides, one can only wonder which one you will meet.
Physical traits will be up to the players.
Morgana Pendragon/Le Fay (The Snake Without Wings/The Elementalist) She/They
You can’t help it. Too many times Morgana has been portrayed as the villain of the story. Envious of her half-brother and dedicated to the destruction of Camelot. Yet the young woman in front of you seems far from this adjectives. She always seems surprised when someone shows her affection as if she wasn’t expecting it. Is it a manipulation game? Will you manage to get rid of the idea you made of her during your apprenticeship?
Physical traits will be up to the players.
Merlin (The Demon Seed/The Keeper of Time and Pages.) They/Them
It is with reverence and wonder that the members of your family talk about their encounter with the wizard. Yours was rather chaotic. As for the reverence, it is Merlin who reserves it for you and not the other way around, as the young man is so sure of your success. But young man is not the right word, the half demon is old and sadness and fatigue are hidden behind their joyful smile. Two factors that impact their magic for their greatest horror as for yours. Can you really believe them when they whisper to you that everything will be alright.
Physical traits will be up to the players.
Guinevere (The Carmelite Amazon.) She/Her
You were betrayed. The Queen of May? That little young woman who looks more like a storm, really? Isn't Guinevere supposed to be sweet and shy? How could things have gone so different?! Not afraid to say what's on her mind loud and clear, wielding a sword with as much or more acuity than any man, Guinevere is the opposite of everything you've been romanticized about her. Some might even say that she is scarier than Morgana. Her hand is never far from her blade when you speak with Arthur. Is she afraid you will insult the future King? Her future King? Are you supposed to be a matchmaker? Or will things take another turn with the Carmelid Amazon.
Physical traits will be up to the players.
Lucan/Lucia (The Twins' Shadow/The Royal Butler/Maid.) He/Him or She/Her
You’re not gonna lie, you had to rack your brain to remember them. A shame considering they are one of Arthur’s first supporters around the round table. Brother of Bedivère, loyal to the death, they always have a kind word for you. Words they say to you in a voice as sweet as honey. But is their attention to you due to what you are or who you are? And why does the possibility that their kindness is only granted to you because of the sword you bear for the heir make your heart ache?
Physical traits will be up to the players.
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Hi there, can I request gwaine x ftm reader who is Arthur's brother, both gwaine and reader are married for 2-3 years and reader is pregnant for about 7-8 months by now. Reader and gwaine go to a small picnic near camelot after gwaine comes back from one of his knight jobs with Arthur, that's when reader tells gwaine about them having twins which has gwaine a little worried yet excited about it as gwaine leans in to kiss the reader the moment is ruined by bandits and gwaine is worried about reader but reader hits one of the bandits and grabs his sword helping gwaine fight "I can still fight gwaine" after defeating the bandits both of them ride back to camelot before reader goes to gaius to let him know that he was starting to feel weird when gauis leads him to readers chamber and let's him know because of the stress he might be going into labor.
Sorry if this too specific or non-specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's okay. Thank you ❤️
Thank you for the request, I personally loved the idea and I hope you like the outcome!
There is a hint of Merthur lol, hope that's okay, I put the process of labour in here as well (nothing too specific, but it's there), screams of pain from you and I already named the children, there is also a little "surprise" at the end :)
"Hello there, handsome!", Gwaine entered your chambers with a grin from ear to ear. You sat on your shared bed and threw him a unimpressed look "I look like a whale.", you said dryly while pointing to your stomach "A very handsome whale", your husband answered, walked around the bed and stole a kiss from your lips.
You started to smile "I missed you today" - "Oh, only today?", Gwaine asked with exaggerated hurt in his voice, you rolled your eyes but your smile deepened.
"You should do that more often", the knight suggested "The thing with your lips, curling up- there he is, the most handsome man on earth!", you laughed while Gwaine took off his armour.
"My prince, do you feel strong enough for going on a date with me?", he asked, taking both your hands in his. They were bigger than yours and warm. "What did you have in mind?", you wanted to know, not sure if your current state of pregnancy would allow it.
"It's a surprise.", you still looked unsure "A surprise involving food", he added "Let's go!", you got out of bed and your husband brought you over to the stables, where your and his horse were waiting already.
"How was training today?", you asked, already riding behind Gwaine towards the forest, it was perfect weather: mild temperatures and not too much sun, the sky was clouded and you knew it would look hilariously good when the sun would set.
"Bit harder than usual", he chuckled "Honestly, I think Arthur is a little mad at me for getting you pregnant. His fight towards me was.. rather aggressive." - "It's good for him though when I bear the heirs to the throne, Merlin can't get pregnant." Now the knight looked at you confused "Why would Arthur try to get Merlin pregnant? I mean, I know he still doesn't have a wife, but his servant?" You laughed "Dear, I love you but you really are inattentive sometimes. They are together" - "Oh"
When you arrived at a clearing you could see the set-up of a picknic: blankets on the floor, a few pillows, fruits, drinks, bread, meat, everything you could possibly desire. You turned to your husband who gave you a smile "This is very impressive. Thank you for setting it up, or letting a servant set it up.", Gwaine helped you off your horse and when you sat down.
"Are you good?", he asked "Yeah", your breathing was a little quicker than usual because of the slight exhaustion "I'm fine", you let your hand glide over your belly, then you both started to eat.
"Gwaine?", you asked after a while "Yes, my prince?" - "There's something I have to tell you", he gave you his listening-face "So, you know how I attended the appointment at Gaius' alone last time", he nodded "He told me something very exciting and slightly terrifying", now Gwaine looked worried "But it's nothing bad, my health won't be affected", you reassured him "We're going to have twins!"
"Whoa", Gwaine smiled "I didn't expect that" - "Me neither! How du you feel about it?", you asked "I'm very happy, but also a little concerned I mean two babies are more than one, we will have to get a second children's bed", you chuckled "I think that won't be such a big deal" Gwaine nodded, still smiling "I love you", he said "Thank you for telling me" You got a little closer to him "I love you too"
Right before you could kiss a scream startled both of you, it was bandits, running towards you with their swords out.
"(Y/N), get away from here!", Gwaine shouted, running to his horse to get his own sword. You got up from the ground and punched a burglar right in the face "I can still fight, Gwaine", you took the two daggers that had fallen out of the man's hands and protected yourself from the rest of bandits.
Gwaine got your back and after a few long minutes you had them all down, only a few scratches were what they had left. "Are you okay?", Gwaine asked worriedly "I am, are you" He nodded "Yeah, let's get you back to the castle, I want Gaius to check you"
Not being able to talk back, you got on your horse and rode directly to the doctor, a weird grumble in your stomach came with you. It made you a little nervous, it could be nothing, it could also be something bad though.
Luckily, Gaius was home and had some time o his hands. While he examined you, Gwaine was strolling through the doctor's chambers, taking a glance at you when you said something, or even just slightly winced.
"(Y/N) is fine, Gwaine", Gaius said after a while, your hsuband's relief couldn't be overlooked "Thanks, Gaius", he came towards you and took one of your hands, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
"This could be the start of the labour, though", he added, your eyes went big "Now? Isn't that too early?" - "A little, but I have already seen healthy children being born after less time. I would suggest going to your room and relaxing, maybe even sleep a little. Drink much water" You nodded and let Gwaine escort you to your chambers.
When you arrived there you couldn't sleep, even though you laid down and in the middle of the night when the cramps in your stomach got worse, you woke up your husband "What is it?", he asked, blinking "Gwaine, get Gaius, I think labour has started."
Now, the knight was wide awake, already shouting for the guards to get the doctor. When Gaius arrived you were holding onto Gwaine's hand for dear life, the cramps had gotten even worse. The doctor confirmed your thoughts after a few check-ups on you.
He ordered the guard who had stayed in the room to get blankets, hot water and Gwen, then he threw the protesting Gwaine out of the room in only his night gown.
When Gwen arrived with everything they needed, the whole castle must've gotten waken up, because everywhere was light and voices, the other knights were already with Gwaine and after a while Arthur, as king and your brother, tried to get into the room:
"Gaius?"
"You cannot come in here, right now!", the older man answered "We need space and as much peace as possible!"
"I only want to make myself a quick picture, and I'm the king"
"Then the king shall fuck off!", you screamed at him in pain "Get out of here, you little bastard!"
Arthur had never walked faster out of a room than right now.
Luckily Gwen informed them of everything, it wasn't much, but now the knights knew, that everything was going according to plan. Your screams were telling them that it was hard and painful though.
Gwaine almost worried his ass off, but after seven hours it was quiet in tha castle again. That peace was only disturbed by light crying sounds, Gwen stepped out the door with a smile "You can come in, now"
Gwaine immediately rushed to your bed, where you laid, exhausted, sweaty, but with the biggest smile on your lips and two children in your arms. Gwaine looked at you three reverent and kneeled down beside you on the floor.
"Wow", he whispered "You're awesome", he said, which made you laugh weakly "Who do you want to hold?", you asked "Here we have Achilles", the child you had on your right arm "And Devan"
"They are both beautiful", he looked you in the eyes "Just as you", he kissed you softly after your laugh, then took Devan in his arms. "Devan means divine", you explained "Gaius told me. They are... a little special", your husband looked at you with confusion "They are neither boy nor girl. They are the third gender. I can show you a few ancient greek texts, they explain it quite well. Achilles' name is ancient greek, too."
Gwaine smiled "They are perfect" - "That they are indeed", you agreed.
You saw Arthur standing at the bottom of your bed, smiling at the children "I'm sorry for calling you bastard", you apologised "It's okay", your brother replied "I think you needed someone to canalise your pain with." You nodded.
Then your look fell back on your children and your husband, your little family, and you smiled.
#gay#pansexual#bi#bisexual#lgbt#male!reader#trans#ftm#intersexual#nonbinary#merlin x male!reader#merlin x male reader#gwaine x male!reader#gwaine x male reader#merthur#mpreg#ftmpreg
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being married to and having twins with arthur pendragon would include...
pairing: arthur pendragon x fem!reader (requested by: anon)
a/n: let me just start by apologizing for how long it took me to write these!! for quite a while, I was really struggling with writing, but I'm so excited to be back, and I hope the lovely anon who requested this sees it and enjoys! have a fantastic day! 💛
If someone had told you five years ago that you would be transformed from kitchen maid to Queen of Camelot, you would have sent them straight to Gaius' to be checked out. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you could have risen to be something more. Not that you were a complete cynic towards life, but limiting your fantasies was a method of self-preservation more than anything else.
However, as you looked at the man next to you - his arm thrown around your waist in his sleep - you couldn't help but be so incredibly thankful for the way things had turned out. There had been ups and downs - perhaps more so than any normal couple - but those only served to make yours and Arthur's relationship stronger.
It was a difficult adjustment at first to become queen. Unlearning old habits from your time beneath the glittery castle halls took some time, yet you used your experiences to make yourself a more gracious and understanding queen. And Arthur was right next to you every step of the way, providing advice, encouragement, and a shoulder to cry on when you need it. With time, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm.
Although your day might have contained less manual labor, the days were still long and tiring with meetings, balls, ceremonies, and pouring over treaties and laws. This new schedule didn't leave much downtime between you and Arthur, but the two of you would manage to sneak out from time to time, with the help of Merlin, of course.
Often times, your dates would consist of riding out to a nearby lake for a picnic, a swim, or just to simply enjoy each others' company. There, you and Arthur could exist with one another, without the weight of a kingdom resting on your shoulders. It was also during these excursions (and during the early morning hours and late nights in your chambers) that you got to see more of the Arthur you fell in love with.
Of course, you loved all of Arthur, but seeing him so carefree made your heart soar.
About a year or so into your marriage, you learned that you had fallen pregnant, immediately excited to grow your family from two to three. Though the two of you knew that the kingdom and your advisors were hoping for a boy, as long as your baby was happy and healthy, you didn't care what gender the baby was.
Imagine your surprise, however, when you discovered you were carrying twins. Preparations were than doubled, and it wasn't long before you were blessed with your little princess and your little prince.
From the moment Arthur held each of your children, they had him wrapped around their little fingers. Both of you played an active role in raising your children, so it was not uncommon to be seen holding one of the twins as you sat through a meeting or wrote out letters and invitations.
Arthur would want his children to know how much they were loved and not feel pressured to one day continue the legacy of Camelot, like his own father had so often inadvertently made him feel. So, it was important to him that the four of you spent time together, away from the castle.
The same spot you and Arthur used to escape to for impromptu dates quickly became the spot you took your family too. Though Merlin would be a great babysitter for the times when you and Arthur needed a royal and child free afternoon together.
There would also be many lazy mornings spent in your chambers, wrapped in each others arms before you were interrupted by the squeals and footsteps of your children. On these mornings, you would each scoop up one of the twins and place them in the middle of your bed, and just enjoy being together
Both your kids have you and Arthur wrapped around their little fingers, but the two of you still show them how to be fair rulers to all - they also love to sit in on royal events with you and Arthur
Overall, you and Arthur adore your children and would do anything or face any threat (magical or not) to protect your little family
#arthur pendragon x reader#arthur pendragon imagine#bbc merlin x reader#bbc merlin imagine#bbc arthur pendragon#fem!reader#rita writes
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Best-friends to Lovers (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Request: can we get like... a lil fred weasley, you guys are good friends and you don’t usually go back for the holidays, and Fred invites you back to the Burrow to spend the break there and y’all like totally fall for each other 🥺
Warning: None (I switched it up just a tiny bit to where they’ve already developed some feelings but they finally admit them sooo hope you enjoy!)
Word Count: 4.5k
It was a flurry and cold winter night, the kind of night when every breath stings the lungs and every exhale chills the lips. The frigid air, the slippery ground and the sheet of white covering the once green grass. All signs winter was here and cold times were ahead. Even in the highlands of Scotland, the winters were ferosus and unforgiving. You despised the freezing temperature, but Fred was far too convincing and a midnight walk with him was something you couldn’t find the words to turn down.
For the first time in the five years you had spent at Hogwarts, and the five years you had been best friends, you had finally accepted the twins offer on spending Christmas at the Burrow with their family. It was a turn of events in your typical holiday plans which were mostly spent alone at the castle. Your first two years at school you had traveled home for Christmas. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t exactly a ‘jolly’ time either. Family time came few and far between. The sparse time you did spend around your family had grown… awkward. Being the only witch in your family didn’t help much either. As the years dragged on, you felt like a stranger in your own home. Your parents spent their entire year with your younger brother, so he had undoubtedly grown to be the favorite and the prized child. They still loved you of course, it just felt forced to engage with them at times.
So it came as a pleasant surprise when you walked into the Weasley’s home and were engulfed in a warmth you had never known. Molly Weasley was the first to greet you, popping out from the staircase with a shimmering grin. Before you could register what was happening, she pulled you into a bone crunching grip rambling on about how good it was to meet you. Arthur hugged you as well and teased about how much the twins would talk about you, especially Fred. Fred would turn bashful but he didn’t deny it.
Ginny showed you around the house, beating Fred and George to the chance. Molly set up a mattress on the floor next to the youngest Weasley’s bed, something Ginny was over the moon thrilled about. She had been longing for a sleepover with you for years now. Ever since her first term, she followed you around like a little puppy. So your first night at the home, Ginny coerced you into a slumber party immediately.
The twins, mainly Fred, weren’t too happy at this. They were the ones who invited you yet their little sister was stealing all your time. Fred was bitter when you hurried off from dinner to go join Ginny upstairs, not even bidding him a farewell.
George insisted his twin was being dramatic- they had an entire month for Merlin's sake! The feelings his brother developed for you, their best friend, was clear as crystals to George. They both shared a crush on you for the first year at Hogwarts but George’s feelings quickly shifted to a friendship, sister love. Fred on the other hand, well his crush only evolved further. George noticed it the second Fred started combing his hair before dinner and always placing himself the closest towards you. It was a topic they danced around for quite some time. He teased his twin for years until the idea came to him that Fred still felt this way towards you even after years. George had devoted his previous two summers to breaking Fred into admission. All he wanted was to hear his twin confirm his suspicions. Not that he needed that really, other people were beginning to notice as well.
One of them being your temporary roommate. Ginny was a top notch observer. During her second year, she started to catch on to the elephant that followed you and Fred into every room.
That first night, Ginny shed light on her theory by offhandedly making a rather large claim late that first night. While the two of you were chatting softly in the dark, the young girl declared out of the blue,
“I think my brother is in love with you.”
In an instant, your whole body froze over like water on a lake. You were thankful for the dark, it kept Ginny from seeing your wide eyed stare of shock.
“What?”
It was now you could see her small frame adjusting in her bed. Even with the lack of light, you saw her sitting up on her bed, propping her weight on one elbow. It could be assumed she had a devilish smile as she probed on.
“Fred… pretty sure he’s in love with you.”
“Why, what makes you think that, Ginny?”
“Quite a laundry list of things, actually. First, he never shuts up about you. Second, he’s always trying to be around you. Third, he’s always staring at you… bit creepy. Fourth, he’s told our nanna about you! Lastly, and most obvious, I heard him telling George right before school started.”
Laying back down, you fixed your eyes on the ceiling taking in her words. Does your best friend really share the same feelings for you? It was too good to be true, it couldn’t be true, you thought. This kinda stuff only happened in the movies and your life definitely was not a film gracing the silver screen. The butterflies went rampant in your stomach, fluttering about wildly. For a moment, you had forgotten Ginny was there, or that you were in her room, until she spoke again.
“So, what do you think of him?” She asked innocently. Tugging the fluffy blue blanket closer to your chest you replied,
“Pardon?”
Ginny wasted no time and reached over to flicker the light switch on her bedside lamp. A bright light broke through the pitch black darkness of the bedroom. You groaned at the act but Ginny spoke over your sounds of protest.
“Are you in love with Fred?”
Running your hand over your face, you let out a sigh. It was getting too late to be thinking about such heavy topics. You had a great friendship with Ginny, you really did, but if you couldn’t even deal with these emotions on your own, you really didn’t want to throw your thoughts on her.
Turning over on the mattress, you rolled your eyes.
“Ginny, I’m not even dating Fred.”
“But you want to.” She confirmed stubbornly.
“I mean… I-I don’t know, Ginny. Can we talk about something else, please?” You wanted to hide under a blanket and avoid the question for all of eternity. She had caught you off guard and although the feelings you felt towards Fred were strong, it wasn’t something you felt ready to face yet. It wasn’t easy being in love with your best friend- there was so much risk, so much to lose if things went south. You settled on keeping Fred as a friend rather than gamble the option of rejection and a change in your relationship forever.
Ginny perked her brow, opened her mouth as if ready to rebuttal, then deciding against it. The corner of her tip twitched to a smirk as she replied,
“Hmm, okay.”
The topic was dropped for the rest of the night as Ginny went to bed shortly after, but it wasn’t completely over. From then on, you began noticing the constant little redhead attached to your coattails. You noticed each time Fred shooed his sister off and demanded she find something better to do. He was edging closer and closer to his point of eruption. This break was supposed to be time for him to spend alone with you and finally confess his feelings. Not Ginny being your shadow and George tagging along for every outing.
Now on your walk almost a week later, your mind hadn’t stopped wandering to that conversation. Ginny hadn’t brought it up again, at least not vocally. During breakfast the next morning after your talk while you're placed between Fred and George joking around with them, she’ll send you knowing looks, giggling to herself. Harry started to pick up on this as well and you noticed Ginny whispering to him afterwards. It didn’t help that Fred would take any opportunity he could to make you laugh and be in your presence.
Last night you found yourself sitting in front of the fireplace with George, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Fred. A steaming mug of hot cocoa was clutched in everyone’s hand. After about an hour of talking softly and sharing stories, Ginny, Ron and Harry decided to call it a night and trudged up the stairs together. You waved to them as they disappeared up the wooden steps, the sound off their feet turning quieter with every second.
As the three of you sat closely, it felt like you were back at Hogwarts in the common room. George was gushing about a Muggle film you had shown him earlier in the day and Fred was silently listening in, a small smile kissing his lips. You were sat at Fred’s side, your backs against the couch and his arm thrown casually around your shoulder. George was laid on the smaller couch across from the two of you, rambling on to himself. As his talking continued, Fred slowly worked to move your body closer to his and nearly in his lap. He did it so naturally you almost failed to notice. The loud, booming tone of George simmer out within minutes. His voice seemed to sooth him into a slumber as his harsh snores suddenly cut through the air, having talked himself to sleep. This caused the both of you to start laughing. Fred’s arm gripped you tighter as his body shook with chuckles. The sensation sent an odd shiver down your spine. It felt… nice, really really nice to be in his arms.
Fred wondered if now was the time. It was the first chance he had gotten alone with you for almost a week, so there was a good probability he wouldn’t get another for a while. He needed to make a move, something at least! Fred hated not having the bravery like the Gryffindor he was to fess up and spit out the words to describe how he felt about you. Closing his eyes, Fred took a deep breath then peeked his gaze open once more. The nerves had calmed and for the first time, he felt ready and he knew he had to act on it. But as he looked down at you, all the confidence had vanished with one glance. His throat dried as your eyes met and a faint precipitation budded in his palms. All the words he had been rehearsing for a year now simply slipped out the back door.
You took note of the ghost white paleness that took over and immediately sat up, removing yourself from his arms to ask,
“You alright, Freddie?” The concern dripped from your words as you examined the face of your best friend. His eyes were lowered, glued to the flickering flames of the crackling fire.
“Of course, love. I’m sorry, was just thinking.”
“Aw, Freddie, we talked about this. You know thinking is no good for you- you’re brain can’t handle it, darling!” Fred’s heart leaped at the adorning pet name. Only recently had you started calling him more loving names, and it drove him absolutely mad. No girl could ever get his heart racing with just one word like you could. He loved hearing such names coming from your mouth, and directed to him. There was only one name he would die to call you and that was his.
“Can I take you for a walk, love?” The request came abruptly, completely out of the blue. Your eyes widen at his question. Any other time you’d say yes without a second thought. Although, it was late and the land was not a territory you were familiar with like Hogwarts.
Your eyes fell on the window behind the couch. Large white snowflakes swirled from the sky and coated the grounds. The heavy black winter jacket you packed was hung up neatly by the door, not having been touched for at least a day.
Turning your attention back to Fred, you realized his eyes were already trained on your face. At your glance, a hopefully smile reached his cheeks.
“It’s nearly midnight I… actually, why not? Sure. But if we run into any wolves, I’m sacrificing you to them, Weasley.” He laughed at your response and quickly jumped up. You set your hands to your side, readying yourself to stand when suddenly, Fred’s large hands attached to your sides and lifted you up to your feet. You stumbled trying to gain balance but once again, Fred was right there to help you.
Unexpectedly, his left hand extended out and intertwined his fingers in yours. Just as you had predicted, his touch was warm, addicting in a way. It set off a pool of security and protection. Instead of fearing what may lie in the open land outside his house, you trusted Fred.
The tall boy walked you towards the door and pulled your long coat from the hook then threw it around your body. You slipped your arms into the fuzzy material as he yanked his heavy jacket on. Watching the never ending snowfall outside, you worked your hands into the black mittens you had stored in the coat pockets. You hoped it wasn’t as bone chilling outside as it looked.
“Here, I think you might need this, love. You can use my scarf too if you’d like. Don’t want you freezing to death, that’d be hard to explain to George and the rest of our friends.” Fred placed an extra winter hat of his on top of your head. Heat slapped your cheeks at his movements. Fred was commonly sweet towards you but lately, he had been extra sweet. Small gestures here and there were adding up and raising a bit of questions in your mind.
You knocked Fred jokingly on the shoulder and remarked,
“Reckon they’ll send you to Azkaban for that one. I’m a saint, everyone loves me, Fred.” You teased him playfully before accepting his offer with a thank you. Instead of handing you the maroon and gold striped scarf, Fred leaned forward and wrapped it snug around your neck. Once finished, his fingertip tapped against the tip of your nose, grinning to himself.
“You’re not wrong about that. We should get going though. The killer trolls will rise from the ground soon!”
“Knock it off!” You scolded him in a hushed tone, careful not to wake his sleeping family as you chased out of the house after him. Running down the steps, you saw Fred waiting near the car for you. There was an open path behind the car, a makeshift road but the kids used it for a walking guide.
He motioned you over waving exaggeratedly.
“C’mon, darling! You’re taking forever.” Fred moaned on dramatically as he waited for you to catch up to him.
“It’s freezing out here, be patient.” You waddled over to his side and stood close to his frame, egar for warmth. Fred took in your shaking body and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you towards his side.
Snowflakes landed on your eyelashes, conflicting your view. Despite the coldness of the winter air, the landscape was beautiful. There were miles and miles of open plains on all ends of the Burrow. In a way, they were isolated, but the atmosphere was live with activity. It was impossible to be bored when the Weasley siblings were around. There was so much to do, in an exploring sense. You had never felt so free, so open before. It was refreshing to spend time at Weasley's home. As the two of you walked together in the crunchy snow, Fred pointed to a large field, a makeshift pitch if you had to guess.
“Charlie and Bill taught George and I how to play Quidditch over there the summer after our first year. Percy hated playing with us! We’d all gang up on him- even if he was on our team- and try to knock him off his broom. I don’t think he’s played with us since! You would’ve died of laughter seeing how angry he got.” You watched as Fred’s features scrunched in laughed at the memory. His contagious chuckles infected you as you laughed along. It was a recollection you could imagine perfectly, even if you weren’t there. Percy was an easy target but he had done it to himself so there wasn’t much room for blame.
Shrugging your shoulders you said,
“I would say poor Percy but he turned me in for being out past curfew so, I’m proud of you, Fred.”
“Sounds like him, just try being related to him. He runs to our parents for everything! Every. Little. Thing. It’s infuriating.” Your cheeks began to sting from smiling so much, but when you were around Fred, it was a given. He had an affect on you that no one else seemed to earn. Even when you were on the brim of tears, Fred always found a way to bring a grin to your face.
But still, you thought about Ginny’s words and the change in Fred throughout your years as friends. Nights were lost tossing and turning over the thought of that prankster redhead who had occupied all your notions.
Lifting your hand up slightly, you grabbed for Fred’s gloved hand. He gladly accepted your gesture and squeezed on your hand as you continued to walk further from the home. Fred’s attention soon dropped as his consciousness drifted once again. Pursing your lips you drew him out.
“Freddie, what’s on your mind? You’ve been different since we got here. I mean, it’s not a bad different. It’s just… something is different with you and you’re my best friend so I wanna know.”
Fred’s eyes snapped up at your concerning voice and the startled expression met yours. This was definitely not a common act for Fred. Your mind raced at the possibility of what it could be but luckily, Fred didn’t make you wait long for an answer.
His pace slowed, but his feet still dragged in the powdered flakes holding your hand. You wanted to hear him speak so bad although you respected the time he needed and waited in silence as you continued to walk. It didn’t take long for Fred to shatter the thin air,
“Can I ask you a serious question? Like one that could change everything.”
“You can ask me anything, Fred. You know this. It won’t change a thing.” You replied seriously. Fred could hear the truthfulness in your words and it calmed him, only a little though. The looming fear, and reality, of rejection was becoming all too real. Even worse than rejection, Fred had a feeling if he didn’t take his chance now, he might never have the opportunity again.
“Do you see me only as a best friend?” The nervousness in his voice broke the peace of the air. Your feet halted at the cavalier inquest. Fred had asked quite the offhand questions before but this, this was new. Mentally attempting to connect the pieces, you tilted your head in confusion.
“Freddie…” The mummer was faint, almost failing to register from your lips. The Burrow was still in near distance and the moonlight provided enough light to search Fred’s face. You weren’t sure what to make of the inquiry exactly, but your heart race excelled in anticipation.
Fred Weasley shifted in the crystalline snow. His hands were shoved deep in his coat pockets and his legs bounced in his stance. You knew him well enough to see the contemplation written across his features.
“Y/n I really really like you. I promise this isn’t a joke or some prank. If you don’t feel the same I can find a way to accept it but I don’t wanna lose you in my life. I just can’t hold it in anymore. It’s been five years of tortue now and… I just needed to get it out, love. I think I might be falling in love with you- if I haven’t already.” As Fred poured his heart out openly, the dripping snowfall ceased all together. It was magically in a sense. The loud slush was now quiet, almost like drizzling rain. His gingerbread eyes were studied upon you, waiting for any sort of reaction to surface. You just gazed up at him scavenging for the perfect words to spill your emotions.
“You’ve liked me for five years?” You asked, stunned. That was impossible. All this time you had spent crushing on Fred and admiring him, stuck in the friendzone, you could’ve just talked to him and been honest. Fred’s eyes darted back to his house then to you anxiously.
“Yeah. I’ve just been too scared to tell you. I don’t want it to ruin our friendship, that’s the last thing I could take.”
Your heart dropped at his words. It was funny in a way, he had the same fears as you. In the same way, you felt guilty for putting him through the same torture you had been going through the last few years as well.
With a surge of confidence, you snapped your head up to Fred and quickly remarked,
“Will it ruin our friendship if I think I’m in love with you too?”
The stillness in the air was unreadable at first. Your gazes trained intently on each other. The uplift gleamed in Fred when he took in your words. All his fears went away like the swish of a wand.
Half out of adrenaline, the other half out of want for years of desire, Fred took one step forward and closed the small gap of space between the two of you by pressing his lips tightly against yours. His hands rested on your face, and the small of your back to keep you steady. This you were thankful for this as his quick actions took you by shock nearly knocking you off your feet.
Your left hand drew up to his hair, finding a tight grip in his shoulder length locks, something you’d been dreaming about doing. The kiss intensified as you indulged in the lock and pressed closer to Fred. Your mouths moved together as if snogging was naturally with you two.
Your lungs demanded air after a few minutes and you slowly pulled away from Fred’s lips and leaned away to regain your composure. You could hear Fred panting at your side, also processing what just took place. Your hands never left each other’s and he suddenly squeezed yours to earn your attention. A genuine look crosses Fred’s face as he whispered into the cold air,
“Can I ask you to be my girlfriend now or do you want me to woo you over on a date first?” His sweet words nearly melted your heart. As easy as you were to please when it came to Fred, this heartwarming exchange felt like the perfect night to declare as a first outing.
“I think I’ll count this as our first date, it was quite romantic.”
Fred rolled his eyes with a smirk. It made him happy that you weren’t demanding or the snotty type. He loved that the small things made you glow with happiness. Even with this, he was still mentally planning a date to take you on before break ended. Although you still had yet to answer his big question.
“So does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You had to swallow back a laugh as you realized you never officially answered Fred. Despite your kiss, he still looked worried you’d turn him away. Shaking your head with a smile you replied,
“Yes, I won’t make you beg anymore.”
Fred wasted no time snatching you by the waste and giving you a small twirl around the snow. A yelp sounded from your lips and you hoped it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone sleeping at the Burrow. Fred chuckled at your protests and placed you down delicately. Placing his hands on either side of your face, the joyful Gryffindor snogged you lightly, but his passion still seeped through.
“Merlin’s beard, can’t believe it took my stupid arse five years to ask you out. I could’ve been kissing you years ago!”
“Guess we were both missing out. Feel dim for thinking I was going to ruin everything between us if I told you how I felt. But I’m so happy, Freddie.”
“Here, darling,” His gloved hand jerk back to the house, “We oughta head back, now. Mum will kill me if she finds out we were out this late! She thinks you’re an angel so you’ll be fine but I’ll be six feet under by dawn. I can’t wait for morning, though. I can finally brag to everyone that you’re mine, love.” His lips pressed against yours again, desperate to relive the spark and it did not disappoint. Kissing Fred felt natural, like you melted into the embrace. Your lips molded in sync, matching up like magnets. His tongue drew a line across your bottom lips as he kissed you deeper.
Coming back to earth you detached from Fred with a light ‘smack’ noise. Neither of you could wipe the childlike grins off your faces. His plump cheeks turned crimson in the night. Unable to shake off the excitement of the night’s events, you leaned into Fred’s body, giving him a tight hug. He returned the embrace instantly and left a long kiss to the top of your head.
Leaning away, you planted one last kiss to Fred’s cheek then held his hand as you two walked towards his home. The light at the top of the Burrow, assumingly Fred and George's room was turned on. Brightness shone from the window and you pointed up at the sight. The house was only feet away and you started to wonder what George would think of the news.
It could be assumed he wouldn’t be shocked. George spent the last year making comments to you here and there, prying in on you and Fred. Ginny of course wouldn’t be too blown away either, but what about Ron and Harry?
Fred already knew what their reactions would be. He knew without a doubt all of your friends would be thrilled, but no one would be too taken aback by your new relationship. It seemed the only two students who were oblivious to your shared feelings, were Fred and yourself.
“You think they’ll be surprised to hear we’re dating?” You wondered out loud. Fred swung your hand in a back and forth motion as you approached the front porch of the house. Your question obtained a chuckle from Fred as he shook his head,
“Not one bit, love.”
#Fred Wealsey#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley#Fred and George#george weasley one shot#george weasley imagine#Fred and George Weasley#george weasley#george w#weasley twins#Ginny Weasley#weasley#Ron Weasley#Harry Potter#harry potter imagines#harry potter imagine#hp#hp imagines#hp imagine#Gryffindor#hogwarts#ron weasly imagine#Hermione Granger
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All I Ever See Is You
Hi! I'm back!! I am also writing on my computer and I'm gonna try a new look, so it might be different than what we're all used to!
Remus x Reader
Requested by @soularsmate, who's ask can be found here!
Summary: You have a crush on Remus, you have for who knows how long, but now that the order is growing and people you have never met are joining, it's no surprise to you that someone else has come to realize the attraction Remus puts off. The only problem is they seem to be brave enough to act on it. Will Remus share the same feelings for them? Or will his feelings be saved for another?
Trigger Warnings:
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You all sat in the living room in Grimmauld place, chatting softly. Molly had called you all here, saying a few new people were joining the order and thought everyone should be here to greet them.
It wasn't much, you simply came down from your bedroom in the home, having stayed there the entire summer.
You were currently sat on a couch, tucked away in the corner, listening to the commotion that surrounded you, the twins whispering about Merlin knows what, Ginny was attempting to inch closer to them to hear better, Ron and Hermione were talking about how badly they wished they could be updating Harry, Molly was in the kitchen preparing lunch, Arthur at the table to keep her company, and Sirius and Remus were across the room, planning whatever for the next mission out.
You glanced up, locking eyes with the eyes already set on yours, Remus smiling at you before looking back at Sirius, a blush creeping onto your face. The man had smiled at you who knows how many times and it still always stunned you like it was now. He did something to you that you never could quite explain. All you knew was that it was something you never wanted to stop happening.
Sooner than later, the door swung open and Mad Eye was looming at the door, a few bodies behind him. Molly entered the room quickly, a smile on her face. "There you are, I was beginning to think you lost your way! Come, come!"
They filled into the house, standing before you all. There were three, two men and a girl. They were all smiling, looking around at the few people here, but you glanced up at the woman, seeing her eyes trained on Remus, then glancing at him to see his own were on her.
Names were traded, and you quickly heard her call herself Tonks, a smile on Sirius' face as he got reunited with his cousin. But every time you looked at them, her eyes were stuck on Remus, and his own trained on hers.
Before lunch was served, you went up to your room, your stomach churning. Who was she to have eyes on the man you had loved for so long. Who was he to have eyes on someone he just met. Or, who were you kidding. She was beautiful, there was no way to deny that. He was breathtakingly handsome, the most handsome you had ever seen. It wasn't surprising that someone else had their eyes on the werewolf, it just upset you that he seemed to have his on her.
You spent a while up in your room, not wanting to go downstairs, the idea of Remus falling for her was enough to keep your stomach in knots, until George was knocking at your door.
"Mum told me to come get you, said you had to come eat something or she was going to bring the food and everyone to your room so we can eat." You heard him through the crack in your door, but sighed when his shadow stayed.
"George, I'm coming." You stayed laying on your bed, your eyes trained on the ceiling. "She also said I couldn't come down and eat unless you were with me, and I'm really hungry y/n, so if you really don't mind, I wanna get down and eat some of the mince pies before Ron eats them all." You sighed, rolling off of the sheets and placing your feet firmly on the floor.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." You swung the door open, seeing George already walking off. "Come on, you know how fast the idiot eats, I want some while they're whole."
You followed the tall red head, reaching the bottom floor and entering the kitchen, your eyes immediately falling on Remus, Tonks sitting on his right side, where Sirius usually sat, and Siri on his left, where you usually sat.
"Oh, Y/n, there you are. I was getting worried." Remus stood when you entered, his eyes full of a worry you didn't seem to see, too focused on the fact that she was already changing things.
"I'm fine." Your words were sharp, moving to sit as far away from the two as you could. "Sirius can move, your seat is still open." He said, still not sitting as he watched you step further away.
"It's fine, you seem to have all the company you want." You sat beside Fred, George grabbing two Mince Pies for his plate, smiling at the frown on Ron's face.
Fred passed you a few items to eat, filling your plate, but you only seemed to pick at it, your eyes not moving from the green beans on it, but your ears in tune with the voices coming from down the table.
"You must know so much about the Dark Arts Remus, you'll have to let me come on your next mission to see how you work." You could tell she was flirting, but your shoulders went rigid. Remus already told you he wanted you to come with him on the next mission with him, but was that changing too?
You glanced up through your eyelashes, seeing her hand on his arm and his eyes set on his, his mouth opening to say something before you abruptly stood, your chair squeaking on the floor.
"I'm heading out, forgot something in the park the other day." Before anyone said anything, you were taking large strides to the door, swinging it open and stepping out, the chill of the evening air stabbing into your revealed skin of your arms. If you had known it was this cold out, you would have grabbed your jacket from the coat rack before you slammed the door, but you simply couldn't go back in for it now.
You began your walk away from the building, planning on sitting in the park for a little while before returning to the home you knew now, to sneak up into your room and cry quietly into the pillow that had his shirt tucked over it like a pillow case.
You hadn't gotten but a few blocks away before you heard footsteps heading towards you. You shrugged it off, assuming it was someone taking their pet out for a late night walk before holding them up in their homes for the night, but you were shocked when the warm body slowed down right next to you.
You glanced up, but your eyes immediately moved back down to the ground in front of you, not wanting to meet his eyes. "Are you okay?" Remus wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, keeping his pace with yours.
"Fine." Your word came out as a mumble, but you didn't care to clarify as you walked.
"Y/n, what's going on?" He softly grabbed your arm, pulling your body to face his, but your eyes stayed trained down, now looking at his feet.
"Did I do something? Did someone say something?" His tone was one of worry, laced with a fear that someone upset you, that he upset you.
"You didn't do anything, Rem. Why don't you get back inside and keep Tonks company. I won't be long." You began to move forward again, but he was pulling you back to him before you took a second step.
"Is that what's wrong? Tonks wanting to come on the mission with me? I told her you were already coming with me, so she would have to head out with someone else." You were shaking your head before he even finished speaking, hating how you felt. If he wanted to take her, he should. He shouldn't hold himself back from happiness because of you.
"If you wanna take her, I understand Rem. I can go with Siri or someone else." Your lip was pulled into your mouth, your teeth chewing on it with the fear that he would take you up on your offer so he could learn more about the new Order member.
"I don't wanna take her. I wanna take you. I wanna protect you." The same blush from this morning covered your face, your hands moving to cover them in hopes he didn't see.
He softly took your wrists into his hold, pulling them away from your face and tilting it up to meet his own. "I want to be around you, y/n." His voice was now a whisper, realizing how close the two of you were.
"It didn't look that way at dinner" You were mumbling again, hating the feeling of jealousy that had its hold on you.
"I want to sit next to you at dinner, I want to sit next to you during everything." Your eyebrows pulled together, unsure of what he meant.
"Remus, I don't understand. You seemed to be happy around her." You thought back to the times you saw them together, his eyes always set on her.
"I'm really happy around you. I wish you could see that." Your eyes moved to look up at his, but they were already on yours. "I really wish you could see how many times I just see you." His voice was still soft, having gotten even closer to you.
You looked down at his lips, seeing how close they were to yours, before glancing back up at him. He raised his hand up to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin press against you.
You bit your lip once more, but his thumb pulled it away from your teeth, his face inching closer to yours, smiling down at you.
Before he finally pressed his lips against yours, he mumbled, "All I ever see is you."
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Okay! So, I’ve lost the list for my normal tag list, so if you wanna be added, I’m gonna make a post for you to all comment on! Sorry!!
#hufflepuff#gryffindor#harry potter#slytherin#ravenclaw#harry potter and the deathly hallows part 1#harry potter fanart#harry potter fanfiction#professor remus#remus x nymphadora#remus#remus lupin imagine#remus x reader#harry potter story#harry potter imagines#harry potter imagine#hp imagines#hp imagine#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban
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Octavinelle Trio But Make it Kingsmen
Inspired by this Tweet. Please go follow the artist. I absolutely adored the Kingsmen movies (rip the 3rd one that was kinda meh) and have always wanted to do an AU for different fandoms. So here's just a small little blurb for these 3 because I think it would be perf for them.
Characters: Azul Ashengrotto 🐙, Jade Leech 🐬, Floyd Leech 🦈
𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏.
🐙 Galahad
✦꒷ A master martial artist, a gentleman, and a secret service agent
✦꒷ Coming from a military family, he was trained from a young age in different styles of fighting by his father and soon followed in his footsteps to provide service to his country.
✦꒷ Before this, however, his parents divorced and Azul was introduced to his soon to be step-father– a true gentleman.
✦꒷ Azul’s childhood was full of fights and scraps at school. Bullies made fun of him for being different causing the boy to lash out.
✦꒷ His step-father pulled him aside one night after being suspended for breaking another teen’s nose.
✦꒷ “A gentleman doesn’t get hooked by the words of another, rather, he should hook others by his own.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t fight?”
“I’m saying you shouldn’t throw the first punch. Be more cunning, boy.”
✦꒷ His step-father vowed to make a proper man of him before he graduated high school and made good on his promise.
✦꒷ Azul graduated with high marks, no more walking the line of expulsion for picking fights– rather, his bullies were expelled for starting them. Azul would finish them.
✦꒷ During his time in the military he met Floyd and Jade, and was scouted by the Lancelot and Galahad (prior to he and Floyd joining).
✦꒷ He and the Twins were as thick as thieves, despite not being able to tell Floyd about the Kingsmen training they were receiving.
✦꒷ Azul impressed the Kingsmen with his ability to quickly assess a situation and blend into any mission with ease.
✦꒷ Eventually the Galahad he had known perished in a rather nasty explosion which his mentor, Lancelot, had felt responsible for.
✦꒷ He entered the Kingsmen Secret Service as its Galahad and quickly became Arthur’s go to agent with his renowned work ethic.
✦꒷ Azul’s reflexes and stamina developed to peak performance overtime making him a very dangerous individual. Both a master of weaponry and a living one.
✦꒷ Jade eventually followed him into the Kingsmen once Merlin had released his title to the older twin and they became a rather terrifying, monstrous duo.
✦꒷ An accident occurred while on a mission with Jade and Azul’s mentor Lancelot resulting in Lancelot’s death. As the now deceased agent had requested, he and Jade are in the process of ensuring Floyd will take the mantle as Lancelot.
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🐬 Merlin
✦꒷ A master manipulator and technician, Jade Leech is the Kingsmen’s Merlin.
✦꒷ As a youngster he was more interested in science and the reactions to lifeforms around him. He spent most of high school pent up in a lab or computer room studying when he wasn’t indulging in one of his brother’s antics.
✦꒷ Jade was known as the “calmer” of the two and became relied on as his brother’s handler at times.
✦꒷ This was a misconception as the older of the twins didn’t mind fighting or talking his way out of problems easily– saving them from explosion once when Floyd broke a classmate’s leg after Jade’s own silvertongue started the initial fight in the beginning.
✦꒷ His enlistment in the military was only due to his brother’s flighty need to constantly be moving and came as a surprise
✦꒷ He was a proficient marksman throughout his service and was soon scouted by his mentor at the same time Azul was scouted by Galahad and Lancelot.
✦꒷ During this time, Jade had second thoughts as his training would have to be kept a secret from Floyd, just as Azul’s had been.
✦꒷ He gave a silent vow to slowly attempt to convince Azul that Floyd should be nominated at an opening after they entered as the Kingsmen were hesitant to enlist the less stable of the twins.
✦꒷ His apprenticeship began in secret from both Azul and Floyd as Merlins are not necessarily full fledged Kingsmen agents but rather the specialists as well as the eyes and ears of their agents.
✦꒷ He would sit with the Merlin that taught him well behind computers that could get into every database in the world after taking many rigorous exams to ensure his problem solving skills were top notch (and that he wasn’t insane).
✦꒷ Despite not needing the full skillset, Jade made Azul train hand to hand combat with him in private and would spar with his brother for “fun” (Floyd’s words, not his).
✦꒷ Upon the death of Galahad and the mantle falling on Azul’s shoulder’s, Jade’s mentor handed him the keys as the Kingsmen’s newest Merlin.
✦꒷ Currently he is training new prospects to be Kingsmen agents, one of them being his brother Floyd.
✦꒷ Convincing Arthur to allow Azul to elect his twin brother had been a challenge but as promised, Jade doesn’t go easy on him.
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🦈 Lancelot (Candidate, he'll eventually get it)
✦꒷ A problem child but we’ll make a gentleman of him yet.
✦꒷ Floyd is in the process of becoming the Kingsmen’s newest Lancelot after finding out that Azul and his brother have been members of the agency this entire time.
✦꒷ As a young man, Floyd wasn’t interested in sitting still. His school days were only manageable by sport clubs and the occasional scrap he’d get involved with due to his mood swings.
✦꒷ Floyd was a quick learner– similar to his brother with somewhat of a photographic memory should he actually find interest in the subject he was learning about.
✦꒷ His desire to enlist in the military had been on a whim after meeting a soldier that had traveled the world.
✦꒷ Floyd was exceptional in all of basic and throughout his service. He was a force to be reckoned with but still his mood swings became worse with age.
✦꒷ He was nearly kicked out of the military only to be saved by Jade smoothing things over repeatedly.
✦꒷ After his term had been served, Floyd found himself wandering aimlessly through life from part time job to part time job.
✦꒷ The younger of the Twins was told only that his brother and Azul worked for a tailoring company– but he wasn’t so absent minded that he didn’t notice the amount of “business trips” two tailors made.
✦꒷ When the cat was finally out of the bag, Floyd was peeved and had the proposition of joining a spy agency not sounded so cool, he might have walked out of the door immediately.
✦꒷ He’s currently aced all the exams and physical tests with flying colors despite Jade throwing harder challenges at him as opposed to the other prospects.
#twisted wonderland#🧂salted thoughts#octavinelle#floyd leech#jade leech#azul ashengrotto#if i ever write this for real#it's gonna be LIT
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Thinking of You - Fred Weasley
Title: Thinking of You Pairing: Fred x fem!reader Summary: Fred and the reader are best friends. No matter what George thinks he knows. Just best friends. Best friends who are in love, that is. A/N: this is for the anon who wanted a best friends who are obviously in love with each other!! Reader is the daughter of Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon, I tried to make it obvious but there it is in case it isn’t clear!! Feedback is always welcomed and requests are open!
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“So, any fun plans for this summer?” Lee asks, trying to break the tension in the air.
Y/N shrugs, pulling her eyes from the landscape swirling outside the train so she can look at the three boys sitting with her. Train rides home for the summer with Lee, Fred and George are easily some of the best memories they’ve made together. They’re usually filled with loud laughter, too much chocolate and plans for their next year of pranks. They’ve been the fearsome foursome since the first day of term nearly six years ago, when Y/N had called Snape Snivellous under her breath, and Fred had laughed so loud he landed himself in detention. Fred had insisted she sit with him, George and Lee at dinner that night and the four of them have been pulling pranks and causing chaos together ever since.
But this year, this year is different. Over the past few years they’ve become accustomed to their school year ending in a less than traditional way, but it’s never stopped them from having fun together one last time as they head towards home. This year though, the last few weeks have been so tense and sad around the castle that it has carried over into their moods. Y/N has never seen Fred and George so quiet, except for the time Fred fell asleep with his head in her lap in the common room third year.
“Come on, Y/N. You’ve got to have something exciting going on. You and Remus always have summer plans,” Fred teases, nudging her knee with his.
Y/N scowls at Fred, trying to hide her smile. Her home life was certainly less than traditional, and Y/N’s friends loved to tease her about it. They didn’t tease her about the fact that she had been raised by her Godfather, but more so about the fact that she had been raised by Remus Lupin, their former professor. When Remus took up a teaching position at Hogwarts during their 5th year, Y/N had no choice but to reveal to her friends just exactly why their new professor knew her so well. They had all thought it was pretty cool, but unfortunately for Y/N it raised more questions about her home life than it had answered.
She rolls her eyes, shoving Fred lightly. “We went on a road trip one summer and you’re still giving me shit about it? Pathetic,” she teases with a giggle. Fred throws his arm around her shoulder and messes with her hair. “If Remus,” she mocks, sticking her tongue out at Fred as she leans into his side. “Has planned anything then he hasn’t said anything.”
Y/N swallows thickly, trying to force the lump in her throat away. She hates lying to her friends, but she’s on strict orders from Dumbledore not to say anything. Now that Voldemort has returned secret plans have been made, the biggest of them being the reformation of the Order of the Phoenix. Remus had moved into Order headquarters a few days before the end of term, and she’d be joining him there for the summer.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” Fred chides before he turns his attention to Lee.
Y/N lets herself snuggle into Fred’s side, a small smile appearing on her face when his grip around her tightens. George gives her a knowing look, and she sticks her tongue out at him, a pink blush creeping up on her cheeks. Despite whatever George thinks is going on with her and Fred, Fred Weasley is her best friend and absolutely nothing more.
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“Dad!” Y/N squeals excitedly before she’s running down the entry hall of 12 Grimmauld Place and into her father’s open arms.
Sirius chuckles and wraps his arms around his daughter tightly. “Hello there little one. I’ve missed you.”
Y/N pulls away from her dad, a bright smile on her face, unable to contain her happiness. She’d been dreaming of the day that she’d get to live with Sirius and be a proper family since the end of last year, when the truth about James and Lily’s death was made clear. Y/N had only gotten to see her dad briefly before he had to flee, and she’d spent quite a bit of her free time thinking about him over the past year.
“Oh no, Y/N, Sirius, don’t worry. I don’t need a hand. I’ve got it,” Remus huffs, his tone teasing. Y/N turns back towards the door, giggling as Remus struggles to pull her trunk through the door. “What in Merlin’s sake do you have in this thing? It didn’t weigh this much when I dropped you off at Kings Cross in September.”
“I may or may not be harboring some things for the Weasley twins,” she admits with a laugh.
Remus gives her a disapproving look to try and hide the gleam of mischief in his eyes. He takes out his wand, waving it so that her trunk is now floating. “Harboring what? Is there something illegal in there? I know what Fred and George get up to.”
Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs along with Sirius. “It’s nothing like that, Remus. I promise. It’s just some stuff they’ve been developing for their joke shop. If Molly finds it she’ll destroy it, so Fred gave it to me to hold onto for a bit. Not a big deal.”
“Come on, Remus, don’t be a stick in the mud,” Sirius chides. “We got up to quite a bit of mischief in our younger days. It’s only natural that Y/N does as well. She’s got the blood of one Marauder and she was raised by another, that’s double the mischief.”
Y/N can tell that Sirius is trying to joke, but his voice shakes. She and Sirius have corresponded a few times since he flew off on Buckbeak and many of her letters contained stories of things her and Remus had done as she grew up. Often times Sirius’ replies were filled with apologies and regret that he had missed out on doing those things with her.
“As long as it’s nothing illegal I’ll let it slide,” Remus says quietly a few moments later. He directs Y/N’s trunk to fly down the hallway and up the stairs. “Second door on the right, yes?”
Sirius nods and puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “That’s right. I spent all week preparing your room.” He looks down at Y/N with a reassuring smile. “Alright then, let’s head down to the kitchen for something to eat.”
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“Have you got the rest of the rooms cleaned out, Sirius? Our guests will be arriving in a few hours,” Remus says as he takes a sip of coffee.
Y/N frowns, looking between Remus and her dad. “Guests? What guests?”
It’s only two weeks into summer break and Y/N has been enjoying every minute of it. Remus has been in and out of the house doing things for the Order, so she and Sirius have had plenty of time to connect. The house is pretty busy as is, with Order members fliting in and out at all hours of the night, so Y/N can’t imagine it getting any crazier.
Sirius and Remus share a look before Sirius turns to look at Y/N. “Dumbledore has fully briefed the Weasley family on what’s going on, and Arthur and Molly have joined the order. And since Arthur works at the ministry and their son Percy is an assistant to Fudge, Dumbledore thinks it’s best that they stay somewhere that’s under protection.”
“So, the Weasleys are going to be spending the rest of the holiday here?” Y/N asks, her cheeks heating up. When Remus nods she bites her lip. “Do they know? That Sirius is, you know, my dad?”
“You haven’t told them yourself?” Sirius asks. Y/N can hear the hurt in his voice.
Remus shakes his head. “Dumbledore told Arthur and Molly I’m sure, and Ron knows because of Harry, but I don’t think the Twins or Ginny know.” He turns to Sirius then. “We talked about this, Sirius. For Y/N’s safety no one knows you’re her father, that’s why she has Marlene’s last name. We all know that you’re innocent, but the rest of the Wizarding World doesn’t. It was smart of Y/N not to tell anyone except for those who know the truth about you.”
Y/N watches Remus and Sirius look at each other as if they’re having a conversation without even saying anything. “If it makes you feel better,” she says softly, causing both men to look over at her. “I only told them Remus is my Godfather because he started teaching at Hogwarts. He ruined my mysterious reputation.”
Sirius laughs, breaking the awkward tension that had fallen over them. “It does make me feel a bit better, yes.”
“Hey now, I won’t have any of this. You two ganging up on me. Y/N you’re supposed to be on my side,” Remus teases. “Now hurry up and finish your breakfast, you need to get a start on your summer reading. You remember that reading, Sirius? The reading I told you to make sure she started last week?”
Sirius puts his hands up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says innocently, sending Y/N a wink.
After breakfast Y/N does reluctantly head up to her bedroom to start on her summer reading. And she has every intention of doing it. But as she settles into her fluffy bed and starts to read about some transfiguration method she can’t help but let her eyes close, dreams of what shenanigans she and her friends may get up to this summer floating through her mind.
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“Five more minutes, Remus,” Y/N mumbles, batting away the finger that’s poking her in the cheek. When the poking persists she opens her eyes, a noise of surprise coming out of her mouth. “Fred? George?” she asks in surprise, suddenly sitting up. She starts to fix her hair, a light flush on her cheeks. “What in the hell are you two doing here?”
“We could ask you the same thing, Y/N,” Fred says, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
“Yeah, imagine our surprise when we enter what we think will be our room for the summer,” George continues, taking a seat on the edge of the other side.
“And we see you, peacefully sleeping in a bed,” Fred says, leaning a bit closer to Y/N.
“In Sirius Black’s house,” they finish together.
“There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for that,” she starts, trying to figure out how to explain one of her deepest secrets to her best friends. They both look at her expectantly and she starts to twirl a piece of hair around her finger. “Sirius Black is my dad,” she mumbles.
Fred and George give her identical looks of disapproval. “Gonna have to speak up, love. We’re old men now, being 17 and all. We’re a bit hard of hearing,” Fred teases, lightly nudging her foot.
Y/N rolls her eyes, ignoring the feeling she has in her stomach from Fred’s pet name and touch. “Sirius is my dad. And not like how you guys like to tease me and say Remus is my dad. He’s my full on. Blood related. Dad.”
“Blimey, Y/N. You’ve been holding out on us. What are we going to find out next? Your mother is the Queen?” George teases with a laugh.
“You’re an idiot, you know who my mum is,” she says with a light laugh, leaning forward to punch George in the shoulder.
Fred wraps his hand around Y/N’s ankle and squeezes lightly, causing her to look over at him. “You have been holding out on us. How come?” he asks, trying to keep the same jokey tone his brother had to hide his genuine hurt.
“Because it’s pretty hard to make friends when the world thinks your dad is one of Voldemort’s biggest supporters,” she answers honestly. “That’s the reason why Remus changed my last name back to my mum’s when he got custody. My mum and her family, they died heroes, that’s the legacy that Remus wanted me to have.”
Fred squeezes her ankle again and Y/N tries to pretend that it doesn’t cause goosebumps to erupt up her leg. “But what about after? When you found out about what really happened?”
Y/N shrugs, looking away from Fred’s gaze. She knows that she could have told them the truth after she had learned it herself and she’s not really sure why she didn’t. “I dunno. You guys had just barely found out about Remus. It just seemed easier to keep it to myself.”
“So, it’s not because you secretly hate us and don’t really want to be our friend?” George asks with a grin.
Y/N grabs a pillow from behind her and throws it at his head. “You’re a moron, George.” Y/N fidgets, suddenly very aware that she is still in her pajamas. “Now shouldn’t you boys be doing something else? Like unpacking your things or bothering I dunno, anyone else in this house?”
George looks from Y/N to the place where Fred is still holding onto her ankle and gives her a glance that Y/N knows means he’ll be bringing this up to her later. She grabs another pillow and throws it at him. “Fine, fine, we’re leaving,” he laughs.
“Wow, someone is feeling feisty,” Fred teases. He squeezes her ankle one last time before he gets up and follows George out of her room. “Oh, by the way, nice Pj’s,” he teases, causing Y/N to throw her last pillow at him.
-
“Y/N dear, it’s lovely to see you!” Molly greets as Y/N enters the kitchen a bit later. Y/N smiles at her and accepts her warm hug. Having Molly in her life was certainly one of the best perks of being friends with Fred and George. Molly radiated warmth and was always willing to open her home and her heart to her children’s friends; something Y/N was always thankful for.
“Hi Molly. I’m so glad you’re here. Remus and Sirius are pretty awful cooks,” Y/N says with a laugh as she goes to sit down. She tries to take a seat next to George, but Fred grabs her arm and pulls her towards him instead. Y/N flicks Fred on the ear and takes a seat in between them, hoping to avoid more teasing remarks from George later on.
Sirius eyes the interaction between Y/N and Fred carefully, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Now while I can’t speak for Moony, I did just spend 12 years in Azkaban,” Sirius chides a moment later.
“I see why you always beg to spend the Holidays at the Burrow, Y/N,” Remus teases, choosing to ignore Sirius.
“Oh yeah it has everything to do with Mum’s cooking,” George pipes up, his tone a clear indication that Y/N’s yearning to spend time at the Burrow has little to do with Molly’s cooking.
Y/N hits George upside the head, causing Ginny and Fred to burst out in laughter. “Well I obviously don’t go there to spend more time with you, git”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough out of you lot,” Molly scolds lightly as trays of food start to fly onto the table. “Y/N is welcome at our home anytime no matter the reason.”
Y/N sticks her tongue out at George and reaches for a sandwich, her hand brushing Fred’s as he goes to grab the same one. “You take it,” she says quietly, letting her hand linger near his for a moment.
Fred grabs the sandwich and puts it on Y/N’s plate with a wink. “Nah you have that one, I’ll take this one.” Fred winks at her again as he takes the sandwich Ron was about to close his hand around.
“Hey!” Ron shouts in annoyance.
“Sorry ickle Ronniekins, gotta be faster than that,” Fred teases with a laugh.
Y/N laughs along with him, trying to ignore the warmth Fred’s hand gives off as it rests on her knee.
-
“I really am doing my reading, Remus, I promise!” Y/N shouts after someone knocks on her door.
Y/N had spent most of the day with Fred and George, getting caught up on the new item they’d started to develop in the few short weeks it’s been since the end of term. For a while she had just laid on Fred’s bed, watching him and George pour over their notes to try and work out the issues with what they called ‘extendable ears.’ Eventually she got up and went to find Ginny, mostly to avoid George’s stare after Fred’s hand wound around her ankle again. She avoided both boys until dinner, when the topic of her reading was brought up again. Unfortunately for Y/N, George ratted her out to Remus about her mid-morning nap, and he had made her promise that she’d head up to her room after dinner to read.
“Really? That’s quite boring,” Sirius says playfully as he pushes her door open.
Y/N laughs and throws the book she had been skimming onto the bed next to her. “Oh hey, Dad.”
Sirius closes the door behind him and comes to sit on the edge of her bed. “What’s with all this summer reading anyway? Last I checked Hogwarts didn’t set homework over the summer holidays.”
“It’s not official reading. Just something Remus makes me do during the break. Keep my mind fresh or something,” she explains with an eyeroll. “It has come in handy a couple times, but don’t tell him I said that.”
Sirius winks at her and pretends to zip his lips shut. “Your secret is safe with me.” Sirius pauses for a moment. “So, what’s going on with you and that Weasley boy?”
Y/N can feel her face start to heat up, and she starts to twirl her hair around her finger. “Fred and George are my best friends. Nothing more.”
“Your mother was one of my best friends back in our Hogwarts days, and you can clearly see how that worked out,” he jokes, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear.
“Really? I didn’t know that,” Y/N says softly, trying to both avoid the current topic and find out more information. “Remus didn’t talk about you much, growing up. For obvious reasons,” she chuckles.
Sirius gives her a sad smile. “Your mother was a wild card. You never really knew what she was thinking unless she told you. She instigated quite a bit of the shenanigans James and I got into, just to see if we would actually go through with it.”
“And of course, you guys did,” Y/N laughs.
Sirius scoffs playfully. “Well duh. I was never one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it gave me the opportunity to show off for your mother. I so desperately wanted her attention; it was actually quite pathetic. James would tease me relentlessly for it, but he was no better. Lily didn’t give him the time of day until at least 6th year, no matter how hard he tried to impress her.”
“Well obviously you got her attention eventually,” Y/N says, gesturing towards herself. “I’m living proof.”
“That you are, little one,” Sirius smiles. “You remind me of her so much. Obviously not looks wise,” he adds with a laugh when Y/N gives him a look. Appearance wise there is no doubt that Sirius is Y/N’s dad, they have the same Grey eyes and dark wavy hair. “You have her spirit and her attitude. You have her ability to charm anyone in a matter of minutes. I’ve seen you use it on Remus, it’s quite uncanny really.”
Y/N blushes. Growing up Remus had told her story after story about her mother. Probably to make up for the lack of stories about her dad, but Y/N enjoyed it either way. He often told her how much she reminded him of her, but it sounds different coming from Sirius. Sirius had been in love with her mother, had known her deepest secrets and had even started a family with her. If Sirius could see Marlene in Y/N, then there’s no doubt in her mind that it’s true.
“So, just friends eh?” Sirius asks a moment later, playfully nudging Y/N’s leg.
Y/N blushes again for a different reason and nods. “Yes, just friends,” she insists.
“We’ll see about that,” Sirius says with a wink. He stands up then and looks down at her. “Now you better actually do some summer reading, before Remus forbids us from spending any time together.”
-
“How’s the summer reading going?” Fred says teasingly as he sneaks up behind Y/N.
Y/N quickly turns around and hits him on the chest lightly with her book. “You’re such an asshat. This house is creepy enough as it is, there’s no need for you to go sneaking up on people.”
Fred laughs as he jumps over the back of the sofa and sits next to Y/N, his arm resting on the piece of furniture just behind her head. “But that’s half the fun.”
“Where’s George?” she asks, turning her head to look around and make sure that he isn’t lurking around somewhere as well.
“Why? Am I not enough for you?” Fred asks with a pout.
Y/N rolls her eyes and digs her fingers into his side, tickling him slightly. “No. But I recall Molly tasked you two with getting some doxies out of the curtains in the study upstairs so if you’re slacking off he is too.”
“Me? Slacking off?” Fred asks astonishingly, grasping at his heart. “Y/N, you absolute monster! You’ve wounded me! I would never be slacking off!” He grins down at Y/N, causing her to roll her eyes again. “But to answer your question he’s upstairs recovering from a mishap with one of our nosebleed nougats.”
Y/N grimaces, a memory of Lee Jordan bleeding all over her Potions notes coming to mind. “Yikes. Still haven’t gotten them just right?” Fred shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “You think they’ll be ready? By the start of term?”
All Fred and George have talked about for years is opening up their own joke shop someday. In the past few years they’ve become closer than ever, having already developed some successful products with more in the works. Their only real roadblock has been funding, and Fred had shared with Y/N their plan to develop something called a Skiving Snackbox that they could sell to students to help with their startup costs.
“Oh yeah, there’s no doubt in my mind,” he responds confidently. “George and I are a force to be reckon with when we’ve got our mind on something and now that we’ve got our best girl with us for the whole summer,” Fred pauses so he can wink at Y/N and she hopes that the immediate blush that appears on her cheeks isn’t noticeable. “We’ll definitely get all the kinks worked out in time.”
Fred’s arm has fallen from its’ original resting place to Y/N’s shoulder, and his fingers have started to play with her hair. She rests her head on Fred’s shoulder, her fingers fiddling with the pages of her book. Fred’s fingers tug on her hair lightly, causing Y/N to look up at him. “What’s on your mind, Y/N?” he asks softly.
Y/N shrugs. “Just thinking about next year. We’re gonna be in our last year of school in a couple of months and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life.” During her OWL year Y/N had told McGonagall that she wanted to work in the Care of Magical Creatures department at the Ministry, but she isn’t quite sure that’s exactly what she wants. “You and George have already figured everything out and I’m just kinda stuck.”
Fred scoffs. “We have far from figured everything out, Y/N. But I’m glad it appears that way,” he chuckles. “And who cares if you don’t have everything figured out yet? You’re not even 17 yet. Frankly I think it’s rubbish that we’re expected to have our lives figured out when we’re this age.” Fred bites his lip. “If it really bothers you that much, then just come work at the joke shop with George and I.”
“What?” Y/N asks in surprise, trying to hide her excitement at his casual remark. “You’d really want me to work with you? The both of you. You and George,” she says quickly, looking away from Fred to hide her embarrassment.
“Yeah, ‘course, Y/N,” Fred says with a laugh. “You’re my best friend, why wouldn’t I want you to?”
“So, I’m your best friend, hm? Can’t wait to tell Lee you said that,” she teases, trying to hide her disappointment.
“Well, don’t you too look cozy?” George asks suddenly, causing Y/N and Fred to jump apart.
Y/N turns around so she can glare at George before she throws her book at him. “Blimey you’re a menace.”
George laughs and comes over to Y/N and Fred, forcing them apart so he can sit in between them. “Hey, that’s not very nice,” George says, giving Y/N a look when she digs her elbow into his ribs.
“You couldn’t have sat in any of the other chairs in this room?” Fred groans, moving over to give George room.
“I could have,” George says playfully. “But I wanted to sit here.” George grins wickedly at Fred. “Is that a problem, dear brother of mine? That I wanted to sit next to Y/N?”
“Not at all,” Fred says as he suddenly stands up. “We should probably get to that stuff Mum wanted us to do anyway.” Fred gives George a look and starts to head towards the door. “Enjoy you’re reading, Y/N,” he says before disappearing around the corner.
Y/N glares at George before digging her fingers into his ribs, causing him to yelp. “Ow! What was that for?” he asks, rubbing his side.
“You know exactly what that was for, git. You always have to go and make things weird,” Y/N huffs, crossing her arms.
“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, Y/N,” George says with an eye roll. “And I wasn’t making things weird, I was simply trying to facilitate a conversation that you and my brother are both too stubborn to have on your own.”
“And what conversation might that be?” Y/N asks as she swallows thickly, already knowing the answer.
“Don’t be daft,” George drawls. “You’re both stupid in love with each other, so just admit it and make out so we all can move on. It’s getting ridiculous.”
Y/N blushes and digs her fingers into George’s ribs again to hide her nerves. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, George. Fred is my best friend, just like you and Lee.”
“Oh yeah, because Lee and I are always looking for an excuse to touch you, my bad,” George rolls his eyes. “Wait, that was Fred who kept grabbing your ankle yesterday, silly me.” George hits himself on the forehead jokingly. “And it definitely wasn’t Fred who just left his brother up in bed after he nearly bled to death so he could come cuddle you. Definitely not. Oh, wait.”
“Now who’s being a drama queen,” Y/N teases lightly as she begins to twirl a piece of hair around her index finger. “Friends can cuddle with each other, it’s not a big deal,” she mumbles.
“You’re right it is normal, Harry, Ron and Hermione cuddle all the time,” George responds, nudging Y/N.
Y/N scoffs at George. “Just give it a rest, George. If I did feel something more than friendship with Fred I would never act on it. Fred isn’t shy about anything, if he wanted to be more than friends he would have said something by now. So, we are clearly meant to be nothing more than friends. Which I’m fine with,” she adds, glaring at George. “Now go help your brother with that doxy infestation before Molly finds you here and sets off that awful portrait of my grandmother again.”
-
“Finally,” Fred groans when George joins him up in the third-floor study. “Mum’s gonna be here any minute to check up on our progress and getting rid of these doxies is a two-person job.”
George rolls his eyes and takes the spray bottle Fred practically shoves into his chest. “What’s got you in a mood? Upset that I interrupted your snuggle time with Y/N?” he jokes.
“No,” Fred grumbles. When George gives him his signature ‘cut the crap’ look Fred flips him off. “We were just sitting there, talking like two friends do. You’re the one that made it weird.”
George rolls his eyes. “Have you forgotten that we’re twins? And that I can practically read your mind?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred asks as he grabs his wand. He motions for George to get into place as he gets ready to cast the spell that will make the doxies fly at them. When George nods that he’s ready, Fred waves his wand and a flurry of doxies heads towards them.
“You know exactly what it means,” George grunts as he sprays the immobilizing potion at the doxies. When Fred doesn’t say anything as he starts to throw the stunned doxies in a bucket, George continues. “You very clearly have feeling for Y/N that expand beyond friendship.”
Fred glares at his brother and throws a doxie in the bucket a little too hard. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Y/N is my friend. My best friend, just like how she’s your best friend, git. Or are you claiming to be in love with her as well?”
“If she’s only your best friend then why did it bother you when I sat in between you two just now, hm?” Fred looks away from George, urging the younger twin to continue. “And what about the other day at lunch? She was going to sit next to me, and you pulled her towards you. Why? And what about that thing with the ankle? Hm? What was that all about?”
Fred turns away from George, trying to hide his blush. “Friends can be affectionate with each other, George, “ he insists. “Just because you don’t feel the need to be affectionate with Y/N doesn’t mean that I have non-platonic feelings for her because I do.”
“Oh really?” George asks curiously. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I started to show more affection for Y/N then? The same way you do?”
“Not at all,” Fred responds through gritted teeth. He stomps over to George and shoves the bucket into his stomach. “Now finish up with this, I’m going to go revamp our nougat recipe so we can avoid another bleed out.”
George smirks as Fred’s back as he storms out, a plan forming in his head.
-
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Y/N whispers into George’s ear a few days later during breakfast.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N,” George responds with a wink.
Y/N narrows her eyes at him. “You’re up to something, I know it.”
Ever since their conversation in the lounge, George has been acting weird. He’s been insisting that she sit next to him at meals, when she hangs out with Fred and George in their room he pulls her down onto his bed and the other day he even went as far as to hold her hand while they watched Ginny and Ron play Wizard’s Chess.
“I’m just being a good friend, Y/N. Friends can be affectionate towards each other, can’t they, Fred?” George asks, suddenly turning towards his twin.
Fred glares at George. “Mhm. Of course they can.”
George then looks back at Y/N looking far too pleased with himself. “See, Y/N? I’m just doing what normal friends do.”
“Well knock it off,” she scolds lightly. “It’s weird.”
“Oh, so it’s weird when I do it, but when Fred does it, it’s a normal part of friendship,” George muses. “Interesting.”
Y/N scoffs and stands up from the table. “I’m going to go read.” She gives one last look at George before she exits the kitchen and heads upstairs.
-
“Can I come in?” Fred asks softly, leaning against the entrance to Y/N’s room. He planned on giving her some space after what went down at breakfast, but when she didn’t come down for lunch Fred decided to seek her out.
Y/N is sitting on her bed leaning up against the headboard with a book on her lap. “Yeah, sure,” she responds, not even looking up at Fred.
Fred sighs and comes to sit down next to Y/N. He leaves a small gap in between them and resists his urge to put his arm around her. “What’s going on with you? I’ve never seen you cross at George.”
“He’s just being an idiot,” she says, slamming her book shut and tossing it aside. “He’s taking the mickey out of me after a conversation we had the other day.”
Fred hums, nudging Y/N’s foot with his. “That would explain his odd behavior over the last few days. He’s been keeping you all to himself, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”
Y/N blushes and punches his thigh lightly. “You know I’m just across the hall from you, right? You could have come in at any time to see me.”
“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. Fred bites his lip. “Must have been some conversation to get you both so worked up.”
“It was stupid honestly,” Y/N says with a shrug, trying to seem casual. “I just let him get to me and I shouldn’t have.”
“Yea, I got a bit stroppy at him the other day as well. That’s why he’s so quiet, he’s figuring out how to get in your head,” Fred muses with a laugh. “You’re alright though, yeah?”
Y/N nods, bumping their shoulders together. “Yeah, ‘m fine.”
“Good, now I won’t feel bad about doing this.”
Before Y/N can ask what Fred’s talking about, she’s being smacked in the head by a pillow. “Oh, it is on, Weasley!” she shouts, grabbing her own pillow.
They spend a few minutes hitting at each other, both of them laughing like crazy. Y/N manages to knock Fred’s pillow out of his hands as she lands a hit to his chest and Fred’s hands immediately fly to her sides and he starts to tickle her as a distraction. As she tries to wiggle away from him, Fred takes one hand away and knocks her own pillow to the ground.
“Okay, okay, you got me,” Y/N giggles, trying to catch her breath. Fred is hovering over her, a cheeky grin on his face. He brings a hand up to brush her hair out of her face, and Y/N tries to ignore the tingles that roll down her spine at his delicate touch. She’s suddenly very aware of Fred’s weight on top of her and a pink blush starts to creep up her neck.
“Oi! Lovebirds!” Ginny shouts, a laugh falling from her lips when Fred nearly falls off of Y/N’s bed as he tries to get up.
“What, Gin?” Fred runs a hand through his hair, trying to act casual.
“Mum needs help getting rid of some creature stuck under a bed upstairs, if you’re not too busy here,” she chuckles, gesturing towards Y/N.
Fred nods and shoots a grin at Y/N. “See ya later.” Fred heads out of her room, shoving Ginny as he goes.
-
“Damn,” Y/N mutters to herself. She was trying to tiptoe down into the kitchen to grab a snack before dinner, but the door to the stairwell is shut tightly. “Stupid Order.” She’s about to turn around and head back upstairs, when she hears some noise coming from the sitting room.
“Are you two playing Wizard’s Chess?” she asks in surprise. When she first entered the sitting room, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but Y/N certainly didn’t think it would be Fred and George sitting on either side of the coffee table, with Ron’s Wizard Chess board between them.
George rolls his eyes as one of his pieces moves across the board. “Don’t act so shocked, Y/N. Contrary to popular belief Fred and I in fact have brains and we use them from time to time.”
“I’m not shocked because you’re doing something that involves thinking,” she chides as she takes a seat on the sofa. “I’m shocked because you’re doing something quiet and innocent.” Fred leans back against Y/N’s legs, and his left hand winds around her left ankle. “Figured you two were up in your room working on those extendible ears again.”
Fred huffs as one of his pieces gets destroyed by one of George’s. “We were, ‘til Mum walked in on us and confiscated it. She’s going to Kings Cross after dinner to pick up Hermione, so we’re just killing time until we can go and nick it back.”
“And your nosebleed nougats? You figured that one out?” Y/N asks, starting to run her hands through Fred’s hair.
“Yup, turns out we weren’t using enough Billywig Sting Slime in the antidote candy, so it wasn’t strong enough to stop the bleeding,” George responds, not even bothering to look up at her.
Y/N groans. “You guys are boring. I’m going back to my room.” She moves to stand up, but Fred tightens his grip on her ankle.
“No,” he coos. “Stay, please.” Fred tilts his head back so he can pout up at Y/N. “We’ll be more entertaining, I promise.”
“Yeah, this game is over anyway,” George says with a grin. “Checkmate.”
Fred groans as his final piece falls. “I’ll get you next time.”
“Yeah sure you will,” George laughs. “Moving on to more exciting things, someone’s birthday is coming up.”
“That’s right! In just a few weeks little Y/N will finally be the big 17,” Fred teases, squeezing her ankle again.
Y/N kicks at him lightly. “Oh, shove off, I’m only a few months younger than you lot.”
“But we’re still older than you, and that’s what matters,” George teases. “So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?”
Y/N shrugs, she honestly hadn’t even thought about it. Her and Remus never really made a big deal about her birthday. They’d pick up some takeout from a muggle restaurant and later in the evening they’d have cake and she’d open up her presents. It was never anything special, and Y/N was fine with that.
“Just figured we’d do the usual, if I’m honest. Dinner, cake, some presents. Nothing crazy,” she responds a moment later.
Fred frowns up at her. “That’s it?”
“Figured you’d do something big; a young witch only turns 17 once ya know,” George says.
Y/N nods. “Yeah, that’s what I always do. Why would this year be any different?”
“I don’t know, maybe because your two best friends in the whole world are here to celebrate it with you?,” Fred teases.
“And your father is too,” Sirius says, causing all three of them to turn and look at him.
“Blimey dad, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?”
Sirius smiles at Y/N and steps farther into the room, his forearms resting on the back of the sofa. “Just a few minutes, the Order meeting just got out.”
Y/N can hear shuffling as people head past the sitting room towards the entrance of Grimmauld Place. “Anything exciting happening?” she asks hopefully.
Despite the fact that Fred and George have already reached adulthood in the Wizarding World and Y/N’s 17thbirthday was only a few weeks away, none of them had been allowed to join the order or attend meetings. Y/N had begged Remus to let her join not too long after summer started, and he had firmly put his foot down. Fred and George had managed to get their extendible ears up and running for them to eavesdrop on the meetings, but everything said ended up translated into Spanish.
“You know as much as I would like to share that information with all of you,” Sirius says slowly, looking from Y/N to the twins. “I can’t. For one it is classified information per Dumbledore’s orders,” Sirius rolls his eyes. “And two, your mother will have my head and mount it on the wall if I say anything to you boys.”
Y/N groans. “This is such bullshit. We’re old enough to be considered adults and yet we’re not allowed to make decisions for ourselves.”
“Why haven’t you joined the order?” Fred asks, squeezing Y/N’s ankle so she’ll look down at him. “Obviously George and I can’t because of Mum but why haven’t you? Sirius is clearly fine with it.”
“Because Remus said no,” she explains with an eyeroll, as if the answer is obvious. Y/N can hear Sirius shift uncomfortably behind her.
“And? Sirius is your dad. That’s got to count for something,” George points out.
Y/N frowns, she honestly hadn’t even thought about that. Sirius is her dad, and Remus may have been the one who raised her, but he’s not her dad. Y/N loved growing up with Remus, and she’s thankful that he sacrificed so much of his life so that she could be raised by someone who loved her and cared about her wellbeing. But Sirius is free from Azkaban now and they’re living under the same roof. Why shouldn’t Sirius be the one making her decisions?
“Makes sense to me,” Sirius says. “So, Y/N, you have my blessing. If you want to join the Order once you turn 17, then do it. You’re right. In the eyes of the ministry you become an adult in a few weeks, and you should be the one making your decisions.”
Y/N smiles up at her dad. “Guess this birthday will be a bit different than normal.”
-
“So, I’ve been trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday,” Fred muses as he comes to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed.
Y/N resists her urge to pull him closer, instead choosing to nudge his side with her foot in the hopes that he’ll grab her ankle again. As weird of a gesture it might be, Y/N actually really enjoys it. “Is that why I’ve barely seen you? Too busy thinking?” she teases, a hint of seriousness in her voice.
Once Hermione arrived at Grimmauld Place it seemed like Molly was kicked into overdrive. She had them working like crazy to get the house cleaned and free of the magical pests that had taken residence in the empty house. Any free time they had Fred and George spent locked up in their room, meaning Y/N has only seen them at meals for the past week.
“Aw, did you miss me?” he asks playfully, his hand winding around her ankle. “George and I have just been busy is all. We’ve finally got the extendible ears transmitting in English, and we managed to get the Fainting Fancies to taste like caramel instead of ear wax.”
“That’s good, I guess,” she mumbles.
Fred squeezes her ankle lightly. “Oh, come on don’t be like that. You’re still my best girl.”
“You could have at least invited me to join,” Y/N says, trying to keep from smiling at their contact.
“Hey, I wanted to invite you in,” Fred says defensively. “But George kept spouting about how I get distracted when you help us, and we never end up getting anything done so he wouldn’t let me.” Fred is blushing like crazy and Y/N can’t help but smile.
“I’m just messing with you,” she chuckles, her stomach full of butterflies. “So, you’ve been thinking about what to get me, hm? Any ideas?”
“Oh loads,” Fred says, his thumb starting to rub circles on her ankle. “But nothing seems quite right.”
Y/N rolls her eyes. “Just get me what you do every year. A card that explodes and scares the shit out of me and a chocolate frog.”
Fred shakes his head. “No, it needs to be something, special. Your birthday gift to me this year was special, so I need to do something even better.”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Y/N says softly, looking away from Fred. Fred and George had taken advantage of the Triwizard Tournament and had spent the days leading up to each task taking bets and sacking away the money they made for their shop. Y/N knew that Fred wouldn’t straight up take any money from her, so she had gifted him a Galleon on his birthday, insisting that it was an investment in what she knew would be a successful business.
“Yes, it was,” he insists, pinching her ankle so she’ll look up at him. “Most everyone thinks we’re mental for putting everything we have into something that may never be successful, except for you. You’ve always believed in George and I, since the first prank we ever pulled. So yeah, maybe it was just a Galleon, but it was the meaning behind it that made it special.”
“Okay, no need to be so mushy,” she teases, trying to ignore the feeling Fred’s words give her. Fred is your friend she reminds herself. It’s normal for friends to say that kind of stuff to each other. And it’s normal to feel lightheaded when they do.
Fred laughs. “Fine, don’t take my compliment. I’m still going to do something special for your birthday. Whether you think you deserve it or not.” Fred squeezes her ankle again before standing up. “Alright I’ve gotta get back to George, I was only supposed to be going to the toilet.”
Y/N lays back against her pillows as Fred leaves her room, a dopey smile on her face as she tries to deny the fact that George may have been right all along.
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Y/N watches as Fred shuffles the stack of cards, looking far too pleased with himself. Since their conversation in her room the other night, Fred has been making more of an effort to spend time with Y/N. They’ve been playing exploding snap with Ron and George for the past 45 minutes, and Fred has somehow managed to win every game.
“Take a picture, Y/N, it’ll last longer,” Fred teases, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts.
“Don’t know why anyone would want a picture of your ugly mug,” Ron pipes up, causing Y/N to laugh.
Fred hits Ron upside the head. “I don’t see anyone fawning over you either, git. Y/N’s been staring for a good five minutes, clearly she’s entranced by my beauty.”
“Oh, in your dreams, Weasley. I’m keeping an eye on you, there’s no way you’ve been winning by pure luck. You’re up to something and I’m going to figure it out,” she says, sticking her tongue out at him.
Fred winks at her. “Sure sure, whatever you say, dear.”
“Just deal the damn cards,” George groans, clearly annoyed by their antics. “Flirt with each other later.”
Y/N watches as Fred deals the cards to them all, trying to detect any signs of deception. She frowns when nothing appears to be out of order. They play normally for a few minutes, but Y/N’s suspicion that Fred is cheating returns as he quickly pulls ahead.
“How? How are you doing it?” Y/N asks 20 minutes later as Fred celebrates another win.
“I told you, I’m not cheating. It’s okay to be jealous of my success, Y/N. You’ll get better the more you play,” Fred teases with a wink.
Y/N groans. When Fred goes to grab the cards to shuffle again, Y/N slaps her hand on top of them. “If you’re not cheating then you won’t mind if I shuffle this time,” she smirks. Fred sputters as he tries to think of a reason why Y/N shouldn’t shuffle. “I knew it! You’re charming the cards aren’t you?”
“No, of course not,” Fred says quickly, a sheepish smile on his face.
“I knew it!” Y/N shouts. “You’re a dead man, Fred Weasley!”
Fred gets up and runs around the room, Y/N following close behind him. Y/N manages to catch up and she jumps on his back, Fred’s hands automatically gripping her thighs, so she doesn’t fall.
“Do I even want to know?” Hermione asks as she steps into the room.
Fred has thrown Y/N onto the couch and is tickling her mercilessly, while George and Ron look on in disgust.
George shakes his head. “No, probably not.”
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“There’s the birthday girl,” Sirius says with a smile as Y/N enters the kitchen. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, dad,” Y/N says as Sirius envelops her in a hug.
She takes a seat next to Fred when they part, a blush forming on her cheeks when he puts his arm around her and pulls her into his side. “Good morning to you too, doofus,” she teases, piling some pancakes on her plate.
“How does it feel to be an old woman?” Fred teases, causing George to laugh.
“I can’t believe our little Y/N is already so grown up,” George says playfully, pretending to wipe away a tear.
Y/N rolls her eyes as she drowns her pancakes in syrup. “You’re both insufferable, do you know that?”
Remus enters the kitchen then, a large smile on his face. “Didn’t expect to see you up so early.” He pauses behind Y/N to ruffle her hair and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”
“Thanks Remus,” she says, flicking Fred in the ear as he laughs.
“I can’t believe you’re 17 already. Seems like just yesterday your mother was laying on the beach refusing to believe she was in labor,” Sirius muses with a smile as Remus sits down.
Remus chuckles. “I remember that. I think you sent me 15 owls in the span of 45 minutes.”
“Well I was in full on panic mode, Moony. I thought Marlene was going to give birth right in the sand!”
Y/N feels like her cheeks are on fire as Fred and George snicker to themselves. “Okay, can we please talk about something that isn’t my birth? Literally anything else I’m begging.”
“Potty training, then? Because boy do I have some stories about that,” Remus teases, a laugh falling from his lips as Y/N chucks a grape at his head. “I’m only joking, no need to start a food fight.”
The kitchen starts to fill up then as everyone starts to wake up, and Y/N is thankful that all of the heat is off of her. Y/N looks around as everyone takes a seat at the table and starts to each, idle conversations popping up all around. Y/N can’t remember a time when she felt this content. Nearly all the people she cares about are sitting around the same table, it’s like every wish she’s ever made on a birthday cake has come true.
“So, Y/N, now that you’re 17 are you going to join the Order?” Ginny asks excitedly.
Before Y/N has a chance to respond Remus chuckles. “Of course not, she’s still in school. That’s the rule, no underage wizards and no wizards that are still in school.”
“That’s not the Order’s rule,” Y/N points out as she frowns. “That’s Molly’s rule for Fred and George. I no longer have the trace and I can do magic outside of school. Therefore, I’m joining the Order.”
Remus gives her a look. “Even so we talked about this at the beginning of summer. I said no, end of story.”
Y/N puts her fork down. “No, not end of story. I was 16 at the beginning of summer, now I’m 17. I can make my own choices. And besides, Sirius said it was okay.”
“Sirius’ opinion has no bearing on the matter. I told you that you’re too young to join the Order and that’s final,” Remus scolds.
“And why does my opinion have no bearing, Remus?” Sirius asks firmly. “Last I checked Y/N is my daughter, not yours.”
The air in the room is tense, and everyone looks around, trying not to pay too much attention to the exchange between Sirius and Remus.
“She might as well be. It’s not like I haven’t sacrificed the past 15 years of my life to raise her or anything since you got yourself tossed in Azkaban,” Remus responds coldly.
Y/N stands up suddenly and everyone turns to look at her. “Sorry that I was such a burden on your life, Remus. No need to worry, I’m 17 now and I can take care of myself. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you any longer.”
With that Y/N turns on her heel and stomps out of the kitchen, a few stray tears streaming down her face.
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“Go away,” Y/N shouts at whoever is knocking at her door. She’s lying on her side in bed, her body curled around a pillow that she’s hugging to her chest.
“Please let me in, Y/N,” Fred pleads.
Y/N sits up and wipes away the few stray tears still running down her cheeks. With a wave of her wand the door unlocks. “Fine, come in.”
Fred pushes the door open and slowly comes in, one hand behind his back. He bites his lip as shuts the door behind him, his eyes focused on Y/N. “Are you alright?” he asks softly as he takes a seat down next to her.
“Do I look alright?” she asks, gesturing towards her disheveled appearance.
Fred smiles at her. “I dunno, you look just as beautiful as you always do”
“You’re only saying that to make me feel better,” she says lamely, lightly shoving Fred’s shoulder.
“As if,” Fred scoffs. “You always look beautiful to me, Y/N. Even after you dove headfirst into that snowbank while sledding 2nd year.”
Y/N glares at Fred, but she can’t help but smile as well. “Okay fine, I’m smiling. Are you happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” Fred teases with a wink. He pauses, reaching out to grab Y/N’s hand with his free one. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice serious. “That was, something back there.”
Y/N shrugs, squeezing Fred’s hand. “I always forget how young Remus was when I fell into his lap. I mean he was only 4 years older than we are now and suddenly he was responsible for a toddler than wasn’t even his. I know he gave up a lot to take care of me but hearing him say it like that,” Y/N’s voice cracks as tears well up in her eyes again. “It makes me feel, I dunno, bad. Like a burden.”
“Hey, now, I’ll have none of that,” he says softly, wiping away the few tears that stream down her cheeks. “First of all, you have nothing to feel bad about. It’s not your fault that Remus chose to bring you up. And second of all, honestly, love I don’t think he meant a word of what he said. He looked so awful after you left, he was really broken up about it.”
Y/N sniffles. “Really?” When Fred nods she takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have pushed it either. I was kind of being a brat,” she admits, sticking her tongue out at Fred when he nods in agreement. “I should go apologize.”
Y/N moves to get up, but Fred tightens his grip on her hand. “Wait, not yet.”
“What now?” Y/N groans, squeezing his hand back to let him know she’s only kidding.
“I know it’s a little too early for presents but,” he says as his other hands comes from behind his back. There’s a medium sized black box in his hand, with a big red bow right in the middle. “I can’t wait any longer to give it to you and I figured it’d make you feel better.”
“Fred,” Y/N gasps, a pink blush appearing on her cheeks to match the one on Fred’s. “I told you just to get me a chocolate frog.”
“And I told you I was going to get you something special,” he responds cheekily. He pushes the box into her hand. “Open it.”
Y/N releases Fred hand so she can open the box, her eyes not leaving his. When Fred gives her a nod of encouragement she looks down at the box, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Oh Fred.”
Inside the box is a delicate silver chain, with a silver charm in the shape of an F hanging from it. Y/N’s fingers ghost over the chain lightly, trying to find the right words to express how much she loves it. Emotions are bubbling up in her mouth, threatening to spill out everywhere and her heart is fluttering in her chest.
“Do you like it?” Fred asks nervously.
“Like it?” Y/N asks as she looks back up at Fred. “I love it Fred, it’s gorgeous. It was worth all the thinking you put into it, it’s perfect.”
Fred smiles at Y/N. “Well I settled on this particular piece of jewelry because I was able to get a matching one pretty easily.” Y/N gives Fred a look of confusion, and he chuckles as he reaches a hand into the collar of his shirt. He pulls out a necklace that looks identical to the one in Y/N’s hand, but the charm that hangs off of it is the first letter of her name.
“I charmed them, so when you touch the F on your necklace, the letter on mine warms up and when I touch the letter on mine, the F on yours does the same. That way whenever I’m thinking of you or you’re thinking of me, we can touch our charms and let the other know,” he explains softly.
“Fred that,” Y/N swallows thickly. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Fred clears his throat and grabs Y/N’s hand again. “It’s looking more and more like George and I aren’t going to be completing our final year at Hogwarts.” Y/N goes to say something, but Fred puts a hand up to stop her. “With the money that we made last year and the money that Harry gave us from the Triwizard tournament we were able to rent out a place in Diagon Alley. We’re still gonna start the year, it’ll give us time to test our products and start to build up a customer base, but we already decided that we’re not going to finish the year.”
Fred releases Y/N’s hand so he can cup her cheek instead. “And I can’t leave you there at Hogwarts without there being some way for me to tell you when I’m thinking of you. Because Y/N you are constantly on my mind. You are the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night. You’re my everything. You’re my voice of reason, you’re my source of comfort, you’re my best friend and,” Fred pauses, taking a deep breath. “And you’re the love of my life.”
“Fred,” Y/N breaths.
Y/N is so overwhelmed with emotion that she can’t find the words to express everything that Fred means to her, so she does the next best thing. Y/N tentatively leans forward and lightly brushes her lips against Fred’s. Taking the hint, Fred presses their lips together in a heated kiss. Their lips move together softly, and when Fred pulls away Y/N feels lightheaded.
“I love you,” she whispers softly, kissing Fred again briefly. “At some point you became so much more than my best friend and I tried to deny it for so long, in case you didn’t feel the same. But Merlin, Fred. I am stupid, stupid in love with you.”
Fred chuckles and presses a peck to Y/N’s lips. “Thank Merlin George was right, otherwise I would have just mucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Fred pauses, taking the necklace out of its’ box. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”
“And give him the satisfaction of being right? Never,” she says with a chuckle. Y/N moves her hair out of the way so Fred can clasp the necklace around her neck. The chain is cold, and it sends a shiver down her spine. “Well, let’s see if it works then.”
“Do you doubt my abilities?” Fred teases.
As Fred grabs a hold the charm on his necklace, the F on Y/N’s starts to warm up, causing goosebumps to pop up on her chest. “Not in the slightest,” she assures, grabbing a hold of the F. Fred leans forward and presses their lips together again, both of them still desperately dripping their charms.
“To be honest with you,” George says from the doorway, looking up at Remus and Sirius. “I don’t think she’s thinking about what happened at breakfast.
Y/N and Fred laugh into each other’s mouths as Y/N fumbles around for her wand. With a wave the door slams shut. “Oh yea, there are definitely perks to being 17,” she says, pulling away from Fred’s mouth. When Fred gives her a questioning look she waves her wand again.
“What did you just cast?” he asks, allowing Y/N to pull him on top of her as she lays back on her bed.
She grins up at him, her hands gripping his neck. “A silencing charm.”
Fred presses their lips together hotly, thinking of all the non-platonic things he wants to do to Y/N.
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home for the summer // part II // f.w.
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summary: song fic based off of home for the summer by sara kays. Y/N realizes who her heart has always belonged to.
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warnings: none, the fluff you guys deserve :)
Her feet felt frozen beneath her, not due to the cold weather, but the hesitation within her. Suddenly all the warmth she had felt being home with the Weasley’s was ripped away as if a dementor had sucked it out of her. Her fingers and the tip of her nose suddenly felt the sharpness of the breeze, and her stomach dropped.
Joshua kneeled before her, presenting her with the most beautiful ring. He smiled up at her and she noticed the tears that pooled in his dark eyes. The white snowflakes contrasted his dark hair as they fell lightly on top like an angel’s halo. Joshua truly was an angel, sweet and gracious, always putting her first. But even with the heartwarming thoughts of her boyfriend swarming in her mind, Y/N couldn’t bring herself to say yes.
She glanced back at the burrow, spotting the gaggle of redheaded Weasley’s gazing at her through the window. She noticed their expressions falter, probably after noticing the fact that he hadn’t slipped the ring on her finger yet. Molly, Arthur, Ginny, and all the boys, Y/N paused when she didn’t spot Fred, and her heart fell to her stomach.
She quickly turned back to Joshua with the guiltiest look, but how could she grant him a life with her if her heart belonged to another? Deep down, Y/N knew that she always belonged to Fred. It was certain back in Hogwarts, the sparks she felt when he kissed her on the astronomy tower, or let her borrow his jumpers never quite faded.
Joshua was good, he was pure and he would make an extraordinary husband, but it wasn’t fair to him to accept his proposal and Y/N knew that.
She squeezed his hand as he looked up at her, and she pursed her lips.
“I love you, Joshua.”
Joshua sighed, lowering his hand that held the velvet box.
“I do, but I can’t–“ She tried to continue.
“It’s okay.” Joshua stood up, now towering over her.
She felt the wave of guilt wash over her as he stood. She could no longer see the crown of snowflakes on his head, and the pool of tears had finally released, cascading down his flushed cheeks elegantly.
She didn’t expect him to yell, Joshua was rather cool tempered. He was a very generous lover, but he surprised her. He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead, his hand cupped her cheek as he looked down at her.
“I love you, Y/N,” he nodded, “Thank you for giving me the best six months of my life.”
Y/N felt a few wet tears trickle down her face, tears she didn’t even know were forming at his words. Joshua tucked the box back into his pocket, to give to another girl someday, a girl who loved him just as much as he loved her. He deserved that, Y/N knew, but she wasn’t the one to give that to him.
“Still friends, yeah?” Joshua chuckled, contrasting the tears that still fell.
Y/N let herself laugh, feeling the weight lifted off her chest. She laughed, a melodic chuckle that had her curling into Joshua’s chest and hugging him tightly. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. They only stayed like that momentarily, before Y/N remembered the huddle of her second family watching from the window.
“Better go break the news then.” She pursed her lips.
Joshua exhaled a breathy laugh and nodded, guiding her back towards the back door with his hand resting on her lower back.
The atmosphere they walked into was awkward, no one spoke, silently waiting for someone else to go first. The Weasley family looked to Y/N almost with guilty eyes, like they didn’t know whether to congratulate her or apologize. She caught the sad smile Charlie threw at Joshua, and she squeezed Joshua’s hand in hers.
“Oh, Y/N.” Ginny broke the silence, pushing past her brothers to engulf the girl in her arms.
The group dispersed at the break of silence, Bill and Charlie came to Joshua’s side, leading him to the kitchen for another drink – one that he definitely needed. Molly scolded the snicker that left Ron’s lips, before smiling at Y/N who caught it and sent a wink Ron’s way.
She pulled back from Ginny’s embrace and found George’s eyes. His hands were shoved in his pocket, and even though Y/N wasn’t his twin it was like they could read each other’s minds.
“He’s upstairs.” George nodded.
Y/N gave him a gracious grin and pulled back from Ginny, rushing up the stairs. The bathroom door was open, the light still on as she reached the top of the stairs. She looked their first, considering everyone else was downstairs.
“Fred–“ She called as she entered, pausing as she walked into the empty bathroom.
She furrowed her brows, stepping back out into the hallway momentarily, and glancing up the stairs to the higher stories to the house, looking for any lights on or any sign of Fred’s presence. She stepped back into the bathroom and chewed on her bottom lip.
Had he left? Her mind wandered to dark places, falling down the rabbit hole of possible thoughts Fred was thinking. She wondered if he was angry with her, or if he ever wanted to see her again. Did he think she didn’t value their time, or value him?
She paced back and forth along the tile floor and paused as her breath hitched. She caught a piece of paper tossed in the bin, one with her name scribbled on it in Fred’s handwriting. As she reached in, she noticed the other half and felt her heart clench in her chest.
Tears pooled in her eyes as she held the two pieces of the letter to her chest. It was only split in two, she could easily piece it back together if it let her. She peeled back the envelope, carefully taking the two pieces of paper with the actual letter written on it. She held them side by side, reading over the messy handwriting.
Dear Y/N,
I don’t know when I’ll give this to you, if I ever do. The thought of you reading this is maddening. I’m not very good with words, you know this, but I figured if I wrote them down maybe they’d stop buzzing in my head all day.
Darling, you’re it for me. There’s truly no one else, you’re one of a kind. I was heartbroken when you left, and I told you I was proud of you, and I am, but the thought of being away from you for so long hurts like hell. You’re coming back soon, at least that’s what you said in your last letter.
Like I said, I don’t know if I’ll ever give this to you, but I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else, I loved you before I even knew what love was, a tiny git on the train to Hogwarts sitting beside a pretty girl with wit. I hope you see this one day, Merlin I do. Whether it’s tomorrow or a century from now, my word still stands, I love you.
Forever yours, Freddie.
All the breath had been taken from her lungs, and the faint droplets that pooled in her eyes were now full blown tears streaming down her cheeks still burning from the cold.
Her heart tugged in her chest, begging to escape. She wanted to be with Fred, she wanted to be with him from the beginning and she cursed herself for not figuring it out sooner. Romania was a dream, an opportunity that filled her chest with light, but nothing was comparable to the feeling of loving Fred Weasley.
She thought back to the night she told Fred she was leaving, she should have noticed the fault in his gaze, she should have given in to the pit in her stomach when the words left her lips. And the night she came back, the night she spent alone with Fred under the stars, she should have noticed that it was the happiest she’d ever been.
Loving Fred Weasley was a high she never wanted to come down from.
It didn’t take long for her to grab her wand from her coat, she quickly repaired the torn letter and clutched it to her chest. She gripped her wand and apparated to the first place her mind told her.
She heard the crunch of dried leaves and dead grass beneath her boots as she carried herself quickly through the clearing before the open field. It was dark out by now, and the moon had rose to illuminate the ground below her.
She had put her heart in the driver’s seat, and her mind in the passenger’s, she trusted her heart to lead her where it desired, to Fred. So she rushed through the field, pulling her wand out and casting lumos to guide the way for her.
Pulling her coat tighter around her, she shivered as the snow fell before her feet, the light from her wand reflecting off the snow. As she continued on, she neared the center of the field, halfway between the trees she came out of and the trees across from her. She froze in her step as she caught the silhouette of a man on his knees.
She picked up her pace, catching the sounds of muffled sobs over the crunch of ice beneath her feet. Her breathing picked up and she felt the nervousness return to the pit in her stomach, as her body led her mindlessly, she called out into the night.
“Fred!”
The sobs stopped and the shadow of the man turned to face her. She exhaled a breath of relief as the moonlight illuminated his features, it was Fred.
She rushed towards him, but stopped in her tracks as she was an arms length away. Patches of blushed skin on his cheeks and nose were a sharp contrast to his usual pale, freckled skin. His hair was a mess, probably from running his hands through it so many times. Again, just like before, she felt her heart tug in her chest.
Fred’s eyes widened as he saw her, the remains of tears leaving streaks down her face. Against her chest she clutched a paper, his eyes scanned the note before his breath hitched as he recognized his own handwriting, the words he read over countless times reciting in his head like a broken record.
He was so caught up in seeing her before him, she looked relieved to see him despite the obvious distress in her appearance. He glanced at her left hand that held the note, there was no sparkly diamond ring on her finger, and his tears ceased.
He stepped forward, cautiously, he yearned to scoop her in his arms but his heart warned him not to jump too quickly. The back of his head spat heartbreaking theories into his thoughts, maybe she was only there to break the news to him first, before she returned to Joshua and kissed him under the mistletoe, showing off her ring to his family while they celebrated with butter beer.
She noticed his hesitation, it broke her heart. She felt the tears pool again at how broken he looked, and hated herself for being the reason for it. She took one long stride and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Fred’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and as she relaxed into his hold, they tightened around her.
She leaned back far enough to look him in the eye while still being in his arms, and she released everything she held in from the years she knew him.
“I’m so sorry, Freddie,” She choked out, “I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have left! I should’ve stayed, worked at the shop with you and George and told you the minute I knew that I loved you Fred Weasley. I love you.”
His heart skipped a beat at her confession, but she barely gave him the time to rejoice in her feelings before she continued.
“I know you probably hate me now, I unknowingly strung you along this whole time, Godric, I’m an idiot.”
She stopped ranting when she finally looked him in the eyes again. His tears had faded to streaks just like her own, but he didn’t frown or grimace, he smiled down at her. His hand raised to cup her cheek, rubbing away the stray tears with his thumb.
“Why are you smiling?” She choked out a laugh.
“Because,” He leaned his forehead against hers, “You’re not an idiot and I could never, ever hate you, my love.”
She melted at his words, bunching up his shirt in her fists against his chest. She blinked, looking up at him through tear coated eyelashes.
“I have loved you for so long,” Fred continued, “And that is all I have ever wanted to hear you say.”
She laughed, a cheerful, glee giggle that had his body warming despite the cold.
“You’re not mad?” She asked, sheepishly.
“Mad?” Fred scoffed, “How could I be mad when the woman I’m in love with just told me she loves me?”
She smiled and leaned into him, brushing her nose against his. Fred tugged her closer, pressing against her back so that their chests pressed together. Y/N raised herself onto her tip toes, lips brushing Fred’s lightly.
Just the initial feeling of her lips again after so long had Fred’s eyes fluttering closed in bliss. He slowly leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to hers fully. She inhaled a shaky breath and released a calm one. She leaned into him, finding rhythm in their kiss, granting Fred access when his tongue swiped across her bottom lip.
He pulled back, pressing a quick peck to Y/N’s lips when they chased his own. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone and he pressed another kiss to her lips when he caught her gazing up at him so adoringly.
“‘m sorry it took so long.” Y/N giggled.
Fred shrugged, “It was worth the wait.”
He leaned down to kiss her again, finding that even after all this time, she still fit him like a puzzle piece, a perfect match.
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