#merlin failed cos they fucking died

[haventacluewhatimdoing]

'Let the gays successfully run away together just once'. They did. It's called House MD

[justaz]

arthur + co head into the woods for some fucking reason don't ask me and arthur gets separated and meets with some rogue druids? idk a couple magic people and one of em tries to attack arthur but the attacks fail and the other one (leader? idk) just goes "dumbass. fucking look at him. you think your magic would work against him?" and the other one looks at arthur for a long time before going "oh shit,, bros protected." and the leader nods and is like "yeah. by emrys. so don't be stupid and try to hurt him again otherwise emrys might come after you and i'll die by proxy." and arthur is just there like "hi. wtf are you talking about?" and gets a short explanation about emrys and all the protection spells he's cast over arthur to the point where he's almost basically immune to magic. and arthur is like "hi. idk an emrys. also why would a super powerful sorcerer be protecting me?"

anyways, they're like "no yeah emrys is protecting you from the shadows. has been for a while now. you probably don't know him as emrys - he goes by another name. based on the sheer amount of spells on you, he's been protecting you for years." and then they dip bc like hell are they gonna stick around for emrys to find them talking to arthur and arthur makes his way back to the knights and merlin and merlin gets all naggy like "wtf is ur problem? stop wandering off! you could've died! i wasn't there to protect you!" and arthur shoots back instinctively like "and how would you protect me, merlin?" and merlin just glares before rolling his eyes and going "you have no idea the amount of times i've saved your ungrateful ass"

BOOM arthur suspects merlin and stalks him and watches him perform magic and watches as druids and sorcerers kneel before him and call him "lord emrys" and he's just like "wtf." idk. it was the barest glimpse of a vision from god. this is all i got. yall gotta fill in the gaps.

[ijustlandonboats]

@cllsgnslider​

February, 1987. Miramar, California.

To say that everything was in a somber mood lately, was an understatement. Ever since the training exercise in Miramar where Goose had perished, the mood was dour and somber, amongst the naval pilots of the Navy Fighter Weapons School, best known as Top Gun.In twenty years of the school, a pilot had never died in a training accident like this. Nobody knew what had really happened to Goose and Maverick’s F-14 to make it go wrong. Jetwash from the exhaust of Iceman’s fighter just ahead of him made him lose complete control, and complete mechanical faiture of the ejection system. The naval investigation had cleared Lieutenant Pete Mitchell of all wrong doing. But that didn’t stop Mav from punishing himself, hard, and he was struggling to just get through the day and focusing, until now he had just given up. He had turned in his wings to Jester and the program commander, Viper.

God damn it, everything checked out in pre-flight. Bullshit. This is how Cougar felt, when he walked. But...this isn’t about my family. This is me. I don’t have a fucking family.

He sighed as he entered the bar, and he removed his aviator sunglasses, as he approached the bar, and he tucked his sunglasses into the collar of his naval white uniform. He saw Slider, and Wolfman, and Hollywood at the bar, and luckily, the taller Lieutenant was just drinking, and wasn’t with babes, because he wasn’t going to be much competition for that. 

Iceman and him didn’t speak to each other, aside from Kazansky telling him good luck, and that was it. He had been running his mouth that Maverick was dangerous, and maybe some people were starting to listen to him. He was there with Goose and Merlin, when Cougar got freaked out and quit, and he was there when Goose died, his radar intercept operator. Two pilots who had worked with Maverick were history. It wasn’t a good image. Who gives a fuck? I’m quitting. Just done with this crap. I cant..anymore.

“Hey, Ron.” Mav spoke up, clearly stressed, calling Slider by his real name, as a compatriot and a fellow pilot, just not interested in competition anymore, with his fellow pilots. “You got some time? I’m buyin’, if you want. My plane leaves in a few hours. And I uh, just want hang...before I leave and stuff.”

He was wearing his naval uniform for probably the last time. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Maybe fly civilian jets for an airline, if he ever could muster the nerve, or drive trucks, he remembered Goose suggesting it. Or go to law school next. He was sure that leaving the Navy entirely was the next step. He just couldn’t fly anymore. His heart was broken, and not in it. And well, nobody really wanted to fly with him, and be his RIO after what happened with Goose. His co-pilot in the F-14 was his responsibility, and he failed.

Wolfman and Hollywood just stared at Maverick, not wanting to bother him or give him a hard time, having quiet sympathetic looks, and Slider was a strange choice for Mav to hang out with, but he had his hat in hand. But the more distance he had between Kazansky and himself, the better.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Kilgharrah: “Kill that child, Merlin.”

Merlin (like a normal person): “No?? What the fuck???”

And with that, everything changed.

Part 2   Part 3(final part)

“You must let the boy die.”

Kilgharrah’s voice echoed incessantly through Merlin’s head for days after the Druid boy’s appearance, and subsequent disappearance. 

Merlin had, of course, ignored the scaly old bastard, and hadn’t once questioned if he’d done the right thing by hiding Mordred away in his tiny bedroom.

If the boy truly had such a terrible destiny, then the best thing for Merlin to do was to keep him close, if not to steer him away from his fate, then to at least be able to see it coming if it was indeed inevitable.

Currently, Morgana was the only one aware that Mordred was still here (other than Gaius of course, who was somehow disapproving and proud at the same time). As far as everyone else was concerned, Arthur and Uther included, the boy was never found, and must have slipped out of the city somehow (going by the extra patrols in the woods, as opposed to the castle and town).

The Warlock was nervous about anyone knowing at first, but when Morgana had tearfully thanked him for saving Mordred, and proceeded to sneak in spare blankets, food, and money for clothes, Merlin was glad for the co-conspirator.

The boy was currently curled up in the corner of Merlin’s room, a pile of blankets and pillows organised like a bird’s nest around him, wearing a soft shirt and sleeping the night away.

Merlin watched him from his bed, realising with growing horror just how protective of Mordred he had already become. He was so young. How could Merlin even consider punishing a child for some stupid destiny he didn’t even know about?

He had to think of a solution quickly. He couldn’t risk sending him away, not even to the Druids, they were as much slaves to the so-called prophecies as Kilgharrah was, and Merlin had once been (”Gods. Sounds like I’ve been dealing with destiny for years. It’s been like six months. I’m too young for this shit.”). But equally... what could he do with him??

Thankfully, no one had really gotten a good look at the boy, so hopefully with a change of clothes and a haircut, he wouldn’t be recognised, at least not if Merlin came up with a convincing enough story.

To be honest... the cover story worried him far more than the prospect of someone recognising him. Uther hadn’t recognised Nimueh, the woman who had been his court sorceress for years... the man was apparently not very observant.

In the end, it was a throwaway comment by Morgana a few days later, about a week after the Druid boy had “escaped” that gave Merlin a very stupid idea. So stupid, that it might just work.

~

Morgana had once again snuck away from the main castle to sit with Merlin and Mordred in the servant’s room. 

Gaius had said nothing as she’d entered the Physician’s chambers, enough food for four hidden away in the picnic basket she carried, just raised his eyebrow slightly, and thanked The Lady for the food offering that was definitely-not-a-bribe.

She gave him a quick wink, and the old physician rolled his eyes fondly as he set an overturned bucket in front of the door; if anyone came in, they would come in loudly.

Mordred was happy to see her, and Merlin hid a fond smile at the boy’s quiet giggles. He still didn’t speak much, so it was a relief to see him finding joy in something, even if it was clandestine visits from Uther’s ward.

She ruffled his hair slightly, resisting the urge to pull the touch averse boy into a tight hug, and set the basket on the bed. Merlin sat against the pillows, and Morgana sat down opposite him, the basket in between them as Mordred clambered up to sit just in front of Merlin.

Morgana and Merlin talked quietly as they ate, Mordred staying silent as the adults (or...as adult as they could get. Like Merlin kept thinking to himself, he was too young for this shit at sixteen, and Morgana was only two years older than him) avoided the elephant in the room.

The elephant being that they couldn’t keep this up forever. Arthur had a habit of bursting in whenever he so pleased, and it was a miracle he hadn’t done so already. Plus, it would be cruel to expect Mordred to stay cooped up in here for much longer. He was a child, he deserved to play outside and explore and do all the other things he couldn’t do in Merlin’s bedroom.

Once they finished eating, Mordred moved to his makeshift bed in the corner, tightly clutching a book that Morgana had bought him, and furrowing his brows in concentration as he read.

Morgana stared at him with a soft smile, and Merlin sighed, once again worrying about his new ward’s future.

Morgana tilts her head, as if a sudden thought had occurred to her, and looks slowly between Merlin and Mordred as the servant raises a questioning eyebrow at her.

“You know Merlin, the two of you look remarkably similar.”

Mordred is engrossed in his book, and doesn’t react at all to Morgana’s quiet comment, but Merlin’s eyebrow goes even higher as he huffs out a laugh:

“You think? I don’t see it.”

Morgana looks at him with a deadpan expression:

“Merlin, you don’t have a mirror in here. I’m fairly certain you have no concept of what you look like.-”

Merlin looks indignantly offended for all of two seconds before he sighs and nods, she’s right to be fair. He’s tall-ish, with pale skin, and he thinks he has brown hair. That’s about all he knows.

Morgana chuckles as she once again looks at Mordred:

“You both have very dark hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin. You know...-”

She looks back at him with a thoughtful frown on her face:

“-if someone told me you were brothers... I’d believe it.”

Merlin raises an eyebrow:

“Really?”

She nods decisively:

“Yeah. I mean, the more I think about it, the more I look between you, yes. You could definitely be related.”

Merlin nods his head slowly, thinking. He takes in a deep breath and tilts his head slightly:

“It could work. I haven’t really talked to anyone about my family so... we could say that... he came to live with me? Because life here is... good?”

Morgana snorts slightly, rolling her eyes before looking back at him seriously:

“You’d have to be more convincing than that. You could say that the harvest was poor in your village? That Mordred was better off coming to stay with his big brother in the big city?”

Merlin nods at her words, grimacing slightly as he mutters:

“If we’re running with the whole... brother thing, I need to write a letter to my mum, just in case. Gods she’s going to laugh so much.”

Morgana laughs at him quietly, but the noise finally catches Mordred’s attention and he looks up in confusion. Merlin moves the basket to the floor, and gestures to the boy to come over.

He walks over wordlessly, climbing up to kneel between them, biting his lip nervously.

“Is it time for me to leave, Emrys?” echoes through Merlin’s head, and he gives the boy a comforting smile, shaking his head slightly, before saying out loud:

“You’re staying with me, Mordred-”

The boy smiles slightly as he stares at Merlin in reverence, and Morgana quickly hides her questioning gaze. She could see that there was more between them than simple protectiveness over a child, and thankfulness for being saved, but she kept her thoughts to herself as Merlin continued:

“-but we can’t keep you hidden in here forever, so we’re going to tell people that you’re my younger brother, come to live with me. Is that alright?”

Mordred nods his head vigorously, and Merlin chuckles slightly as the boy’s grin grew:

“Ok. We’ll get you a haircut and tell Gaius the plan. Probably wait a few more days for things to settle down further, and then see how it goes, ok?”

Mordred nods once more, smile not leaving his face. Morgana bites her lip to stop herself from laughing at Merlin’s shocked face when the boy threw himself into the servant’s arms for a tight hug.

~

Merlin spends the next few days teaching Mordred all about Ealdor and his mother and Will, so that the boy could have at least a little knowledge on what was supposedly his home and family.

The next time Morgana came to visit, she brought a comb and a sharp pair of scissors, as well as a few more changes of clothes that looked less... Druid. By the time she left that evening, Mordred had much shorter hair, and a wide grin on his face at the prospect of finally being able to go outside (he was Druid after all, he needed trees and fresh air).

The letter had been sent home, and Merlin was expecting a reply any day now. The only thing left to worry about was how to hide Mordred’s Druid marking. It would be easy to cover with clothes, but Uther’s increasing paranoia meant that it would be best if they could find a more permanent solution.

Gaius suggested some sort of glamour spell fairly quickly, but Merlin was unwilling to cast one on the boy until he’d mastered it.

And THAT meant showing up to serve Arthur with ink all over his hands that he had tried and failed to cover.

Merlin had also realised with dawning horror, that he would have to tell Morgana the truth. She knew about the marking, and she was smart, there was no way that hiding it wasn’t something that had occurred to her. She would bring it up eventually, and how could Merlin explain without having to... explain??

Morgana was already risking her favour with the King, and frankly, her life, by protecting a Druid... she would do the same for Merlin, right? But Mordred hadn’t actually done any magic... BUT she’d always spoken against executions... BUT Merlin had lied and hidden it from her, his friend...

Hmm...

In the end, he’d decided he would just have to suck it up, and tell her. Fuck whatever that dragon said. After Kilgharrah’s last round of... advice, Merlin had been ignoring his calls. If there was an emergency, the cryptic bastard would tell him, and until then he could just sulk in that cave on his own.

That two weeks was also enough for Uther to become convinced that the mysterious Druid boy really was long gone, and to just forget about it. He was pissed of course, but talking about it and extending the search just highlighted that a child, barely eleven summers, had managed to evade all of his forces and that... did not cast him in a good light.

It took Merlin about two weeks to fully master the spell, which was longer than the three of them were hoping, but he was adamant that he perfect it before he cast it on Mordred, and Gaius was incredibly impressed at his ward’s determination.

Morgana was of course confused about why they kept pushing it back, she thought they were only going to wait a few days before they started introducing Mordred, but she trusted Merlin and saw no harm in waiting a little longer.

When Morgana arrived that evening, she could tell that Merlin was... anxious. They’d agreed on a specific day to make introductions but it wasn’t until the end of this week, it didn’t make any sense for Merlin to suddenly be nervous about it.

Mordred wasn’t quite as good at hiding his emotions, and didn’t even giggle like he normally did when Morgana came over, just stared at his “brother” anxiously.

Morgana rolled her eyes and huffed as she shut the door:

“Alright, Merlin. What is it? Spit it out.”

Merlin opened his mouth, about to come out with an excuse, before he snapped it shut again and took a deep breath.

It worried him, how easy, how automatic it was for him to lie, but that was a worry for another time.

Mordred reached up and took his hand, squeezing it, and Merlin looked down at him with a weak smile before sitting on the bed and gesturing that Morgana join him.

She looked at him worriedly, but settles where he gestures, and doesn’t acknowledge the way Mordred sits defensively between them.

The boy looks back at Merlin:

“Are you sure, Emrys?”

Merlin gives him another smile, and squeezes his shoulder slightly as he raises an eyebrow:

“I’m sure. And you need to get used to calling me Merlin at some point.”

Mordred pouts slightly, and Merlin ruffles his hair as he laughs, before looking back up at Morgana’s questioning stare.

He takes another deep breath, before slowly speaking:

“I... we’ve found a way to properly hide Mordred’s marking.”

Morgana looks taken aback, but relieved:

“Oh. Is that all? That’s good isn’t it? I have to admit, it was worrying me.”

Merlin gulps:

“Yeah it... it is good... it’s just, it involves... magic.”

Morgana raises her eyebrow, and nods slowly, as if it were obvious:

“I figured it would be. It’s not like it would be easy or reliable to cover it with make-up every morning, or hide it with clothes.-”

It’s Merlin’s turn to look taken aback now, and Mordred fixes her with an unreadable expression. Morgana continues:

“-The problem, lies in finding someone willing to do whatever spell it is. Someone we could trust wouldn’t share the secret, no matter what.”

Merlin grimaces slightly, more gulping, and taking yet another deep breath:

“We already have someone. Me.”

Morgana gasps slightly, and she’s vaguely aware of the brothers in front of her tensing up, but all she can focus on is the gold of Merlin’s irises.

The gold fades, and Merlin clears his throat, breaking her out of her stupor. She reaches over and punches Merlin harshly on the arm before getting up and beginning to pace, speechless.

Merlin and Mordred panic at first, but when she makes no moves towards the door in her pacing, they relax. That only lasts for a moment or two however, before she looks back to Merlin, furious:

“Are you thick Merlin? Why on earth would you learn magic in Camelot of all places?? Do you have a death wish!?”

Merlin laughs slightly, cheeks turning pink as he rubs the back of his neck:

“Actually uh... I was born with magic; I’ve always had it. My mother sent me here because she thought I would learn to control it better.”

Morgana looks incredulous as she continues to rant:

“What? With the fear of execution hanging over your head?! That’s not control, that’s terror.”

Merlin shrugs:

“It works though. My magic is mostly instinctual, the threat of torture by pyre sure as hell stops me from losing control when I’m angry or scared or whatever...”

Morgana huffs, crossing her arms and fixing him with a glare. Both Merlin and Mordred cower slightly as they are reminded of angry and disproving mothers; as if they were about to be scolded for getting their clothes dirty, or ruining their dinner with too many snacks.

She just stares at him for a minute, before she sags slightly, and begins chuckling at the boys’ fearful faces:

“You are ridiculous. But it’s far too late to persuade you to leave now. Does Arthur know?”

Merlin’s face morphs into a mournful frown, as he looks to the floor and mumbles:

“No. I wish I could tell him but... with Uther...”

Morgana sighs, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder:

“Uther won’t be here forever. We’ll just have to keep Arthur from turning into too much of a prat before he becomes King.-”

Merlin laughs at that, and looks up to give the woman a grateful smile. She returns his smile before continuing:

“-So, you can do the spell?”

Merlin winces slightly and gestures for Mordred to pull the collar of his shirt down, to reveal a blank patch of skin:

“I’ve actually already done it. It’ll stay there permanently until I take it off. Though we should keep checking, just in case.”

Morgana looks surprised, and smiles:

“What’s the problem then?-”

She rolls her eyes when Merlin looks at her incredulously:

“-Oh, come on Merlin. I’m not going to turn you in, you’re safe with me. You both are, and you always will be.”

The servant jumps up to give her a tight hug, which she quickly returns as Mordred nervously joins in. Morgana smiles to herself, and squeezes her boys tighter.

She may love Uther and Arthur, and she knew they loved her back, in their own way, but this? This was family.

~

The time finally came for Merlin to introduce his baby brother. Hunith had supposedly dropped him off late last night and left immediately, having to get back home quickly. 

Morgana had gone to gather Gwen and Arthur whilst Merlin and Mordred waited in their room (it was definitely their room now, instead of just Merlin’s).

It was early in the morning, and to say that Arthur was grumpy at being woken by Morgana instead of Merlin, was an understatement.

But he eventually caved, and dressed himself as he grumbled, allowing Morgana to drag him to meet Gwen (who was equally confused) before the three of them made their way to the Physician’s chambers.

Gaius was suspiciously absent, and Morgana knocked on Merlin’s door, before slowly opening it and walking in, Arthur and Gwen following her quickly.

Gwen was surprised at the sight of Merlin stood behind a child, hands protectively on his shoulders, but smiled and gave Mordred a soft wave in greeting.

Arthur however, froze, and stared at the boy with a shocked expression.

Morgana moved to stand next to Mordred, and took one of his hands as Merlin began to speak:

“Gwen, Arthur, I want you to meet my baby brother, Mordred. He’s come to live with me.”

Gwen waved again, and bent over to Mordred’s height:

“Hi Mordred, I’m Guinevere, but all my friends call me Gwen. I didn’t know that Merlin had a brother, but it’s lovely to meet you.”

Mordred gave her a small smile, and Merlin suppressed a chuckle as-

“I like her, Em- Merlin.”

-echoed through his head.

Arthur’s gaze moved away from Mordred finally, up to Merlin.

Merlin stared back at him blankly, but Arthur saw the way his jaw clenched as he moved a protective hand down, to pull Mordred closer to him.

The Prince let out a deep sigh, growling slightly as Gwen looked at him in confusion, and Morgana and Merlin stared at him challengingly.

He shook his head as his shoulders sagged, and he rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands before looking back to Mordred with a strained smile:

“It’s nice to meet you, Mordred. My name’s Arthur.”

With that, Morgana smirks slightly, and Merlin relaxes. Gwen just rolls her eyes:

“Sorry about him Mordred, he doesn’t spend much time around people your age.”

Mordred gives her another smile, and Merlin glances to Gwen, before looking down at Mordred:

“Why don’t you go with Morgana and Gwen to see the city a little? Me and Arthur need to talk, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?”

Mordred turns around quickly, and grabs Merlin’s hand tightly:

“You promise??”

Gwen holds in an “awww” and Morgana hides her smile. Mordred rarely talks aloud (she’d been told of the mental link), but she’s glad to see he was feeling at least a little more comfortable.

Merlin crouches down, and pulls the boy into a tight hug, stroking his hair slightly as he stares straight at Arthur:

“I promise. I’ll never leave you for long Mordred.”

Arthur gulps at Merlin’s hard stare, but gives him an almost imperceptible nod, which Merlin returns as he stands up. Mordred gives him one more look as he takes one of Morgana’s hands, and one of Gwen’s, and follows them out of the room.

Morgana shuts the door quietly, and Arthur sighs again before looking at Merlin:

“What are you thinking Merlin?? You just thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Merlin crosses his arms, his glare still hard:

“No, I knew you would notice, I just had faith that you’re a better man than your father.”

Arthur is still deep in his “my father can do no wrong” faze, and takes great offense at that, taking a threatening step forward and growling:

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Merlin just huffs and raises an eyebrow slightly:

“I had assumed that you were not the type of man to have a child executed, just for existing.-”

Merlin copies Arthur’s step forward, raising his chin and continuing, his voice low and dangerous:

“-Did I assume correctly? Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect that kid, Arthur. Nothing.”

Arthur stares at him incredulously, only managing to hold Merlin’s surprisingly confident stare for a few moments, before nodding and stepping back:

“Of course. He’s a child, Merlin, I won’t see him hurt, if I can help it.”

Merlin nods slowly, not looking away from Arthur as he softly says:

“I’ll hold you to that.-”

He walks around The Prince, opening the door and stepping halfway through before looking over his shoulder, and quietly saying to a confused Arthur:

“-If you truly believed that all magic is evil, and always corrupted, no matter what, then you wouldn’t care that he’s a child; you’d want him dead anyway. So perhaps think about your... prejudices, a little more deeply, maybe you’ll discover you are different to Uther in other ways as well.”

Before Arthur can even really process what Merlin said, the servant is shutting the door behind him, and rushing off to find his new brother.

~

OK SO!!! 

I really LOVED writing this, there will definitely be more parts, I just figured I should end it here before I got carried away

This series is finished!! (Links at the top <3 )

[mkyujji]

Current Open Word Docs

It's not that I'm not writing these days, it's that I'm not finishing anything.

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[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Pure (Red Daughter x Morgana AU) 

Lena brings books -- mountains upon mountains of books -- to the DEO, and Red Daughter pleads for Morgana to read them to her, because her voice is beautiful – rich, like wind through the fir trees back in Kaznia, she says.

Sometimes Red Daughter speaks to her of Lex, and all he was to her, and her voice becomes small and broken when she remembers that all of it was a lie

The Kryptonian hates the name Red Daughter now, she winces every time she hears it, as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. So Morgana calls her by a different name.

Katya, the name suits her, Morgana thinks, and the Kryptonian smiles widely – her smile a brilliant living thing on her face – when Morgana tells her the meaning of the name. Pure.

AU in which Morgana is Lena’s “dead” twin, who was turned radioactive with Kryptonite by one of Lex’s experiments. 

Look, these babies both deserve a happy ending, okay, and I need Red Daughter to live

So, I’m still a little pissed about how they “resolved” the Red Daughter storyline, so of fucking course, I made an AU, and I gave her her own OTP, cos baby girl deserves it.

This AU has 3 different versions. And in each one of them, I gave Lena a twin (before you dismiss it, hear me out):

In this version, I made her twin Morgana.  Yes, Morgana is the other half of this OTP in this AU, cos she also deserves a good ending.

I deliberately didn’t change her name to an “L” name for this one. (I actually named Lena “Magdalena” in this to match Morgana but that’s unimportant, except for the fact that Alex teases her mercilessly about it when she finds out).

So, Lena and Morgana are twins, but Morgana “dies” when they’re around 16 or so.

Morgana is “the forgotten Luthor” (I hc an article Kara found on her with this title when she was researching the Luthor family history when she first became friends with Lena). There’s very little information to be found on her.

Lena and Morgana were close growing up, sharing secrets and ideas, keeping each other safe in the treacherous waters of Luthor family life.

Morgana was the more outgoing one, charming, the one who easily adapted to their luxurious lifestyle in elite social circles.

Lena was more quiet, the one who got her knuckles rapped for reaching a little too eagerly at the table, who always got the disdainful look from Lillian (“Straighten up, Lena! Luthors don’t slouch!”)

In bed at night, Lena cries into Morgana’s shoulder, and Morgana tucks a stray hair behind her ear. “It’s a show, Lena. It’s all a show, like the ones we used to put on for Mum, remember? We just have to give them a good show.”

Growing up, Lex tries the same psychological tactics with Morgana as he did with Lena. Y’know, belittling her inventions and all that.

EXCEPT for this one invention she made when she was 16 that he realized would be helpful in eradicating Superman.

See at around this time, Lex has already starting to get obsessed with ridding the world of the “Kryptonian menace”. He had just started making his synthetic Kryptonite, but it was too unstable to use.

When he finds out about Morgana’s breakthrough he immediately starts trying to manipulate her into giving it to him

Her invention is Inception. Yeah, going-into-a-person’s-subconscious-and-manipulating-their-perception-of-reality Inception

Lex figures that he can use Inception to bring down Superman, because as Morgana later tells Kara and Red Daughter “Even Kryptonians dream.”

Morgana, who is about 16 at the time, realizes Lex’s plan and realizes how determined he is to get a hold of Inception (in one other version of this that includes Gwen, Arthur and Merlin, it involves isolating Morgana from her friends and killing off Arthur, but that’s a long and complicated story no one wants to hear)

Morgana attempts to foil Lex’s plan by destroying all of her research on Inception, as well as the machine she used for it.

Inception only exists in Morgana’s mind now, and since no amount of manipulation will make Morgana yield to Lex’s plan, he eventually kidnaps her and keeps her captive in one of his labs.

Basically Lex tries experimenting on her and torturing her so she’ll give him Inception.

One of his experiments involved injecting her with some of his concentrated Kryptonite stock. Like the pure stuff, actual Kryptonite from Krypton. He did it to see how the human body would process it and if it could be synthesized, since he failed in synthesizing his own Kryptonite

The end result is that Morgana literally becomes radioactive. Like how radiation chemo makes people radioactive but WORSE. She literally can’t touch anyone. Because in this AU Kryptonite is harmful to humans too.

Which is why when Morgana eventually escapes Lex’s lab she doesn’t go back to the person she cares about most, Lena.

Lena doesn’t know about any of this. All she knows is that her sister died in a failed experiment. The family has a quiet funeral, Lena is the only one who cries and stays at the graveside.

Lillian scolds her in contempt “Luthors do not cry, Lena.”, and tries to get her in the car. But for the first time, Lena is immovable. She doesn’t wipe her tears or compose herself like a lady. She just kneels in the dirt and shakes with quiet sobs. Lillian finally leaves her there

Fast forward years later, to when Lex eventually goes to prison and Lena takes over L-Corp.

During this time, Morgana has been living almost completely isolated all these years, because of her radioactivity.

She does have one ally. I don’t remember if Daxamites are immune to Kryptonite (tbh I didn’t really pay attention to that part of the show), but let’s say they are.

Morgana uses a Daxamite, Mor-Dred to conduct most of her business with the outside world (yes, that Mordred). Her house has been safeguarded for her radioactivity, and most of her business is conducted within it. On the rare occasions when she does have to go out, she wears special lead-lined clothing.

Fast forward to Red Daughter running amok disguised as Supergirl under Lex’s orders. I’m just gonna disregard the ending they did for Red Daughter, cos it pisses me off.

Morgans reveals to Lena and the rest of the DEO that she’s alive, and volunteers to stop Red Daughter since she is pretty much Kryptonite on two legs.

The Kryptonite weakens Red Daughter, and they manage to capture her. But since Lex brainwashed her, she’s still under his influence, so Morgana uses Inception to find out exactly what Lex told her so she can undo his work, she uses Inception to implant the doubt in Red Daughter’s mind.

Kara decides to help reprogram Red Daughter from her brainwashing, and convinces the DEO to let her stay in the facility.

Morgana is another problem, however. Since she is literally the Supers’ weakness and toxic to everyone else, the DEO refuses to let her run around free. They keep her in a lead-lined cell, “for everyone’s safety ”

Lena, Alex and Supergirl try to protest but to no avail. Morgana is kept in the cell across from Red Daughter.

At first, she only talks to the Kryptonian because she’s trying to see the effects of the idea she implanted in her during Inception. If the doubt she’d sown was enough to undo Lex’s brainwashing.

It’s there, she finds, and Red Daughter is susceptible to deprogramming.

So Morgana decides to stay for a while (cos let’s face it, Morgana being Morgana AND a Luthor in this AU the only reason she stayed in that cell was because she chose to; if Lex couldn’t keep her contained, what chance did the DEO have?)

Morgana tells herself it’s because it’s nice to have company again after years of self-imposed isolation, necessary though it might be. It’s also nice to be able to see her sister every day again, even if it’s through lead infused glass

But she’s beginning to enjoy the other Kryptonian’s presence. She’s a clever one, this Red Daughter. So curious and eager to learn, so very lovely in her earnestness. She listens so intently to Morgana’s stories of the world she doesn’t know, not knowing that Morgana herself hasn’t known the world in many years.

Lena brings books, mountains and mountains of books, and Red Daughter pleads for Morgana to read them to her, because her voice is beautiful – rich, like wind through the fir trees, she says.

Sometimes Red Daughter speaks to her of Lex, and all he was to her, and her voice becomes small and broken when she remembers that all of it was a lie.

The Kryptonian hates the name Red Daughter now, she winces every time she hears it, as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. So Morgana calls her by a different name.

Katya, the name suits her, Morgana thinks, and the Kryptonian smiles widely – her smile a brilliant living thing on her face – when Morgana tells her the meaning of the name. Pure.

(I literally can’t with the name “Linda”. I cannot write smut with “Linda”. So she’s Katya now)

But eventually, Morgana knows it’s time to go. Captivity is acid to her soul. She’s lived through it once, and she won’t go through it again. A life of hiding and isolation may be lonely and dangerous, but it’s her own.

As she leaves, she turns to Katya, the closest she’s made to a friend in all these years – even closer than Mor-Dred – and takes pity on her, the beautiful broken Snowbird, betrayed by a Luthor and stashed away like a toy the world would rather forget about.

Morgana frees her. And there’s a moment, just before the cell doors open, when Katya – lovely Katya with her pure, earnest eyes – asks Morgana to take her with her.

Morgana meets those eyes, and a voice inside her whispers “Maybe…. maybe…”

But then the doors open, and the moment glass parts and Morgana steps closer, glowing green veins begin to creep over Katya’s face, and she begins to wince involuntarily at the pain.

And Morgana shakes her head at her own folly, her own wishful thinking.

She presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek, and Katya hisses in pain despite herself.

Morgana draws back regretfully. She smiles wryly and pulls away “it’s been a pleasure, zvyozdochka.” (Little star)

Morgana goes underground, since she’s effectively a fugitive again (She has some safehouses prepared in case something like this happens, but they’re not as radiation-proof as her home).

Kara finds out Katya escaped, and takes her in to hide her from the DEO. But eventually, Katya runs away. To find Morgana.

(I have a vague scene in my head where Katya, poor Katya who has no social filter and doesn’t know to conceal or label her feelings, confesses them to Morgana)

“I was so lonely without you. Kara tried, she helped, and Lena visited me everyday  - but they’re not you. When I’m around you, yes, I’m in pain, but that is nothing to the pain I felt without you. It hurt. It hurt so much, Morgana. Why does it hurt so?”

Morgana tries hard to keep herself cold, to harden herself against Katya’s sincerity.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson from Lex? We Luthors are not made to love. He poisoned your mind, and I am built to poison your body. The love of a Luthor is a wicked thing. You should know this by now, Katya. We bring more harm than joy to the ones we love.”

Katya shakes her head vehemently, tears running down her face. “I don’t care. I don’t care! If you feel the same way, – if being with me makes you feel as warm and light as being with you makes me feel, if you hurt as much as I do when we’re not together – I don’t care about anything else.”

Katya takes Morgana’s face in her hands and presses their foreheads together. Immediately, green starts to snake over her face, seeping into her eyes. She doesn’t have her strength because of the Kryptonite, and it’s almost easy for Morgana to wrench her hands away.

“You may not care about yourself getting hurt, but I do. I won’t be the reason for your pain.” And she walks out and puts as much distance between them as she can in the safehouse.

Also, I hc that Morgana likes to keep her hair long and curly (which is how people used to tell her apart from Lena because Lena has straight hair). And despite her radioactivity and the traces of Kryptonite in her hair, her long tresses are Morgana’s one point of vanity that she refused to chop off after being tainted by Kryptonite. Her one indulgence in a life of restraint and control.

Katya sees it long and loose once while they’re at the safehouse.

She can tell Morgana is inside the room, the telltale Kryptonite churning of her stomach alerting her to the other woman’s proximity. Even muted by the lead lined walls, it’s still enough for her organs to want to expel their contents. But the sick sensation is almost welcome after the hollow emptiness she’d felt without the other woman.

Katya moves closer to the room when she sees the door is open a crack, fighting the nausea and the beginnings of acid in her blood.

Morgana is standing at the foot of her bed, clearly still getting ready for the day. Her high-necked blouse and her signature black gloves are still on the bed.

She’s clad in nothing but her skirt and bra, but Katya can’t even see the rest of her body because it’s covered by the living black mass that is Morgana’s hair

She’s only ever seen Morgana’s hair up, always meticulously arranged in an elegant but severe updo that doesn’t hint at the wild beautiful tresses on display right now. It makes her want to see it all the time in its untamed, uncurated state, flowing unchecked down Morgana’s shoulders and back.

It makes her want to bury her hands in the black mass - as surprising and mysterious as the woman herself. She wants to feel the texture of each curl and strand, to discover the secrets buried in the rich darkness.

It’s only the tendrils of sick glowing green that snake up from her fingers up her arm that stop her reaching out her hand to open the door and just touch.

Instead she watches Morgana slowly gather her hair and painstakingly curate each curl. She’s just as lovely with her hair up, but it paints a sadness in the center of Katya’s chest, like an ink blot spreading, that it’s even necessary, that she’s forced to hide this part of herself.

Of course, since I need a happy ending, Morgana eventually gets cured.

In one version of the AU, they discover Lex knows a way to extract the Kryptonite from her system, and Morgana uses Inception to find out how to do it. While inside his mind, she also implants an idea in him. Three days later, they find him dead with a gun in his mouth and a bullet in his brain.

When Morgana gets cured, Katya is right there beside her. She’s the first person Morgana touches (in like 10 fucking years).

It starts as a soft, tentative touch at first – gloves are removed and trembling fingertips touch Katya’s palm – but Katya being essentially Kara is super tactile and it ends up being the tightest embrace Morgana can remember. She ends up breaking down and crying.

Also, in this AU, Lena finds out that Kara is Supergirl through Inception. When Morgana first enters Katya’s subconscious, she takes Lena with her (kinda like how Kara took Lena and Alex to Juru), and it’s revealed that Katya knew about Kara’s identity.

Like in the show, Lena doesn’t reveal to Kara that she knows. Instead, she slowly separates herself from Kara and begins isolating herself, ashamed of how she’s let herself be fooled, of how much she’d revealed, how much sentiment she’d let herself indulge in.

Morgana doesn’t let her. “You think you know what it’s like to be truly alone, Lena? You have no idea. For years, I lived with no other company but my own shadow. No human contact. I haven’t touched another person in ten years because my very skin is poison. I’ve lived in the shadows, in unease, afraid of killing someone, or Lex killing me. You may think you’ve got no one, but look around you -- you have a family, Lena! The one thing we never thought we’d truly have again outside of each other. And it’s a family that loves you, that cares for you. Yes, she lied! The woman you love -- don’t even bother denying it -- lied to you, for years! Perhaps she did it for a good reason, perhaps her reasons aren’t good enough. You’re allowed to be angry about that -- rage, cry, scream all you want! But don’t isolate yourself. You still have a choice, I don’t. I know what it’s like not to have the luxury of that choice. Don’t choose to be alone.”

Eventually, Lena forgives Kara (but that’s a story for another time).

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By SorrowsFlower

I just really needed a nice happy ending for my baby Red Daughter, also my baby Morgana. So here it is. Sort of. What am I gonna do for the rest of the hiatus???

[foxymuses]

an incomplete list of headcanons for sirius black:

there was a period of about 6-8 months between running away/being disowned and receiving his uncle’s inheritance when sirius had absolutely nothing to his name but the misc junk he’d shoved in a bag when he left the house to go to james. the potters, ignoring sirius’ claims they didn’t have to, bought him a moderate amount of items including but not limited to clothes, school materials, and various items for the room he’d already claimed at their house. when his inheritance kicked in, he tried to pay them back. they refused.

sirius was always more afraid of his father than his mother (which is the opposite of regulus). the reason is that his mother was more concerned with appearances outside the family, but was content to simply act as if sirius didn’t exist when they were at home, which was fine for both of them (and on some occasions, the worst that would happen is she’d scream and yell and be generally unpleasant, and true she’d be the one to force a hair cut or destroy his ‘revolting’ muggle/gryffindor items). however his father was the disciplinarian. his father rarely raised his voice, but was the first to raise a hand or wand to correct behaviors or punish misbehaviors, and though sirius would stand up for himself and was not scared into silence, there were many instances where he would show up to the potters in the middle of the night, or return from mandatory holidays during the school year, with signs of magically induced injury.

following that, sirius is always the first to jump to the defense of others, completely disregarding his own safety or the danger of the situation, and has been known to laugh in the face of those that think they can fight him, and generally doesn’t react to anyone who rises to attack him either verbally or physically, but whenever his father even shifted slightly, sirius would tense and brace, and there were several instances in public where a disagreement would start and though often the marauder’s were nearby and out of ear shot, they’d know things were going poorly because sirius, who never ever shows fear to anyone, would flinch

it’s clear from prisoner of azkaban that sirius could have escaped at any point. all he did was become padfoot and get past the dementors who weren’t looking for or caring about animals (literally his words). there is no true reason he had to wait twelve years except for dramatic story telling. that being said, the shock of the situation prevented any of this from logically settling in his mind for the first few weeks, and then after that, the dementors and their constant soulsucking presence did make it easier for sirius to blame himself for james and lily dying. he convinced them to make their secret keeper peter instead of him, he didn’t try hard enough to keep them safe, he should’ve actually killed peter, fuck what’s happening to harry, where is he, does anyone care about him, is he being taken care of, what’s remus doing, does remus think sirius did it, does remus hate him, is remus okay, it’s another full moon please let remus be okay, fuck if he gets out he’s going to strangle peter --- on and on, and it definitely gave him a huge amount of guilt on his shoulders, and regret, and despair, and while i personally don’t think it would have taken him 12 years to finally fucking decide to leave, it definitely did take several, especially since telling time within the walls of azkaban is near impossible

ON THAT NOTE, HOWEVER, it is this very guilt and anger that allowed him to muster the determination to finally fucking escape. even amidst all this guilt and fear and sorrow, sirius was strong enough to stay sane under the influence of the dementors and his own perceived failure, that he consciously made the decision to trick his way out. it was this very fury he felt towards peter and the injustice that he suffered because of his coward of a supposed best friend that fueled sirius’ ability to withstand the trails of being a prisoner at the worst wizarding prison. once his guilt subsisded enough for pure unadulterated hate to seep in, it was just a matter of deciding the best time to stage an escape

I REPEAT, I DO NOT BELIEVE IT TOOK HIM 12 YEARS at most, i would figure, personally, it happened in four or five. which, while following my canon divergent main verse, would still allow time for sirius to clear his name and fight for custody of harry, which he does successfully, by my canon, when harry is about seven. SO EVEN IF sirius isn’t instantly cleared as my main verse would like, he still winds up a single dad.

he has horrible nightmares after azkaban, regardless of when he gets out or how long he was there or whether he ends up raising harry. i personally would have it so that he and remus end up living together, both because sirius has his inheritance to support them, and because they’re the last two marauders and trusting others is hard for sirius to come by after everything, so living with remus is Safe and Easy, and he does everything he fucking can to make up for all the full moons he missed, but regardless of how Hard he tries to get back to some semblance of a normal life, he has severe ptsd from prison and he doesn’t sleep well and he doesn’t eat much and he drinks more (in verses where he doesn’t have custody) and he smokes a shit ton more and he spends more time as padfoot than he does as a human because being a dog is just so much simpler and he has fewer worries, and remus is fucking worried as shit about him because sirius was always the strongest of the four of them (fight me on this i dare you) and to see the confident, arrogant, and generally easy-going carefree rebel that was sirius black in school turned into a jumpy, irritable, shattered shell of himself is hard and sirius never truly recovers from that damage, he just gets better at hiding it, and he does a hell of a lot better at healing when he does have custody of harry because harry gives him purpose in a way that remus can’t.

when sirius inevitably comes across peter again, he does try to kill him. whether he genuinely fails or subconsciously stops himself because peter, as much as sirius resents and hates and would love to grind him into little rat pieces, was a friend and was someone sirius trusted and cherished and would have protected with his life, and no matter how much he very much wants to kill the bastard, he can’t

shifting gears a bit, but sirius had never and still doesn’t really see himself ever getting married. he never even wanted kids until harry came around, and even then, the only kid he’ll ever have is in my canon divergency where he raises harry himself. in that verse he is more open to a co-parenting relationship (re: when he’s with @gavrele‘s gabe, or if he were to be with remus or another marauder’s era character who survived either by au or in canon), which can be considered romantic or merely a mutual desire to raise this orphaned child, but in that instance, he still probably wouldn’t want marriage, because it makes him seriously uncomfortable just thinking about it, and at the very most he would just agree to mutually wear signifying rings but not actually make it official, so that way if at any point he does feel weird about it he won’t feel bad about taking the ring off for a few days until the feeling passes

he learns of regulus’ dying while he’s in azkaban and listen canon sirius was very ‘meh’ about the whole deal, which really pisses me off, so my sirius was very torn. and it doesn’t help that most people just write reggie off as disappearing, they don’t know the story, they just assume he died in the war or voldemort disposed of him or something, doesn’t matter, he learns that regulus is gone, and his father is gone, and his mother ends up dying shortly before he gets out, and sirius is alone really and truly, and when he returns home for the first time in years, he manages to convince kreacher to explain the situation because even if he doesn’t particularly like kreacher, they both loved regulus, and sirius crafts a makeshift grave for his brother which he visits reguluarly, and though he doesn’t usually say much except “hey reg”, the first time he broke down sobbing because he tried so hard to get regulus to see the right side of the war, but he didn’t try hard enough, and he should’ve worked harder to keep reg safe, what an awful brother he was, he only ever thought of himself, if he just took regulus with him when he ran away maybe they could’ve avoided this, fuck he’s sorry he fucked up, he’s so proud that regulus stood up to voldemort in the end, he doesn’t care if it was for selfishness or fear or whatever, he’s so proud, he wishes regulus would know how proud he is

he actively keeps harry as safe as possible, doesn’t let half the shit that happens happen to him, fully supports and listens to him whenever the kid says ‘something is going on”, talks with him through it, tells him all the stories of james and lily that he can, never treats harry as less than his own blooded son because to him harry is his son, but he also never tries to replace james with himself, and harry knows how much sirius loved james and lily and how sirius only wants harry to be safe and happy, and merlin did he cry the first time harry called him dad and told him that he knows sirius isn’t his real dad but its okay to have more than one dad, he still loves james too he just loves sirius as much, and when he saw sirius almost crying, he asked if that was okay, and sirius could not express how absolutely perfect that was and later when talking to remus, remus had to hold a conflicted sirius for at least half an hour because he adored the idea but god he misses james so much, he wishes this wasnt the situation but it is and fuck it hurts (remus is uncle, by the way)

he literally stands between snape and harry, and dumbledore and harry, and does not let lucius anywhere near harry (and only allows cissa after a tentative no-children meeting, where they agree to not be enemies but rather awkward cousins like they are, and sometimes even let draco and harry play together) and harry is raised knowing about the prophecy, and since he’s raised in the wizarding world he’s not a commodity, by the time he starts hogwarts, everyone has kind of gotten over the hype so he can be mostly normal, and yeah strange things keep happening but the second harry tells sirius (because harry is raised in an open and loving environment where talking about things is encouraged), sirius does shit about it, and yeah voldemort wasn’t vanquished, he is still waiting, and sirius can’t be everywhere, but when harry says voldemort is back, sirius fucking rallies and essentially one-man-armies the ministry into fucking doing something about it because he lived through that hell in his last few years of hogwarts, he lost friends to it, he is not going to watch it happen again and nothing is going to hurt harry period

naturally, this means he doesn’t die in the department of mysteries because when the dreams start happening, harry talks about them with him, and they work it out together.

sirius doesn’t get a job because he doesn’t need one, and all of harry’s inheritance from james is purely harry’s, sirius doesn’t touch an ounce of it, and in fact regularly adds to it of his own inheritance, but sirius is seen roaming random places offering assistance, usually in regards to muggle nonsense (think hands on mechanics stuff) because he’s good at it and he doesn’t know what to do with his time, but he never lets them pay

he helps fund the weasley’s prank store. ron is a little odd, and hermione is sometimes annoying, and boy does he have a soft spot for neville because sirius knows about his parents, and you can bet that rather than lifting the map from filch, sirius straight up gave it to fred and george, and remus later confiscated it from his now-permanent DADA position (or whatever position remus wants, tbh) and sirius got an earful before telling remus he knew the other would give it back to them, which he did

i could continue but i should probably start another post to do so SO THERE YOU ARE

[lululawrence]

2017 Fics Written by lululawrence (2/2)

Master Fic Masterpost / Buy me a Coffee?

(And Things Will Be) Hard At Times (35k)

Louis and Nathan had been talking about marriage and kids and a family for years now, but it had never felt right. If anything, the talking about it had petered out over the past while because they were busy living the lives they had settled into. It wasn’t that they didn’t think they’d ever have kids, just that they weren’t to a point where they were ready for it yet.

Well. Ready or not, it was happening.

Or the one where Louis and his boyfriend of five years unexpectedly find themselves pregnant and Harry is the paternity photographer that makes everyone think twice.

Wait for the End to Change (8k)

Harry was running late. He was running late, because apparently his electricity had been turned off overnight, which had caused his phone to not charge, which meant it died and the alarm didn’t go off. He would have just kept sleeping if it hadn’t been for the paper thin walls and his neighbor’s alarm being horribly loud. Anyway.

Harry took his second sip of his glorious morning coffee when someone biked past him and hit him with their bag. It jostled him enough to pour the hot coffee all down his front, staining his work shirt and trousers.

“Sorry!” the cyclist called over his shoulder, and Harry just stood there, staring at his ruined outfit. Maybe he should just go home, climb back into bed, and see if he could try starting the day over again.

Or the one where Harry has the Worst Day that won't stop haunting him, but Louis might be more than just the silver lining.

If It's Meant To Be (It'll Be, It'll Be) (4k)

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just...unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

You Can Read Me Anything (7k)

“So wait, why are you upset over having five classes so far with Louis?”

Harry heaved a dramatic sigh. “Because! It’s so exhausting trying to pretend to be somewhat cool all the time, Li!”

Liam stared at Harry, obviously unamused. “For Merlin’s sake,” he muttered before standing from the table. “I don’t have time to deal with this.”

Or...the one where Harry has pined over Louis from afar, but his sixth year at Hogwarts is when it all changes.

(This Could Be Forever) Right Now (3k)

From the time Mrs. Barkley met them as unruly and hyper twelve year olds in middle school, she took them under her wing. She’d breathed color and hope into their dreams, helped them realize that they could actually go out and attain them. When everyone else was telling them to be realistic and see that their future was just like everyone else’s, she taught them how to do what they needed to in order to get out of their beautiful, homely, loving town.

And now, the woman who had taught all of them such important lessons, the woman who had never failed to send them birthday cards no matter where they were scattered around the country, the woman they’d call in addition to their moms on Mother’s Day, she was gone.

Or the one where OT5 are back together in their small hometown for just one day and maybe that's the perfect time for Harry and Louis to do more than just reminisce.

Will Love Be There (14k)

Louis didn’t care who he had to pay or how much, but he was pretty sure he would give his entire life’s savings and a year’s salary if it meant that whatever was causing someone’s fucking phone to ring would stop.

The person calling must have gone to voicemail, because it stopped ringing and vibrating, but it started up again almost immediately.

“Make it stop,” Louis whined. He lifted his head enough to pull the pillow out from beneath it and smothered his head to dull the sound. “Oh shit, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Just be sure to get out of bed first, please,” a deep, gravelly voice said from right beside Louis.

“Holy fucking shit!” Louis cried in surprise as he shot up in bed.

Or the one where Louis attends a Steve Aoki concert and accidentally ends up with a husband.

With You In Your Dreams (5k)

“And how are you boys doing?” Professor Trelawney asked as she came to their table. Her wide eyes blinked at the two of them before peeking into the cup. “Ooh, a heart! How interesting…”

Harry’s eyes widened and he looked at Louis. Louis was just looking into the cup in interest. “Should I note that as well, then?”

“Absolutely, Tomlinson. What others do you have?” Trelawney looked at his scroll and she let out an overdramatic gasp. “Oh my my. It looks like someone definitely has love in their future! Those signs all stand for love, marriage, stability, togetherness, and when combined like this predominantly new love! Very interesting reading you’ve done there, Mr. Styles.”

She gave a wink at Harry and then whisked herself off to the next table.

Or the one where Professor Trelawney plays a very unlikely matchmaker.

Couldn't See Past Me, Till I Saw You (13k)

“Look at us, living the dream,” Louis said softly. “But Harry, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish my last semester with the baby. I don’t know how far along I am or anything. And what about my internship and all of that?”

Harry shook his head emphatically and pulled back once more from Louis, this time placing his large, strong hands on Louis’ shoulders and squeezing them tight.

“We’ll make this work, Louis. I’ll help take care of you and your little one and I know you’ll help me make it through whatever happens with this. We’re always there for each other, right? Just like we promised when we were in middle school.”

Louis laughed a bit and smiled through his tears that finally seem to have left. Again. Hopefully they stayed away a little longer this time.

“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Harry asked again.

“Yeah. We always do.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been best friends since they could remember and their friendship has withstood it all...but an unexpected pregnancy might change everything.

All I Want Is To Be Free (11k)

“Uh, you saw photos? Of me wearing the shirt?”

The guy nodded eagerly while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah! I took a picture of the photo I saw so I could remember to look it up. Hold on.”

The guy scrolled through his phone and made a happy sound when he found it. “Here!”

Louis grabbed his phone to look at the picture. Yep. That confirmed it. He was going crazy.

The photo he was looking at was definitely one of him wearing his beloved shirt, but there was a taller man standing beside him, looking at him and laughing as Louis had his hand resting possessively on the guy’s hip. Louis had absolutely no recollection of this ever happening.

Or the one where Louis keeps finding photos around campus of him with a man he's never met before, and the only logical explanation must be he's going crazy.

One Taste And He Want It (10k)

Stan: Yeah, dude. Listen to Steve and Oli, as much as I hate to say it.

Perrie: Well I’m supportive. If you two actually got together, it would be super cute. Perrie: Jesy says she stans you and supports your marriage

Stan: Shut up, Perrie. He doesn’t need more fuel for this. Stan: For real, Louis, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Louis: Too late. I’m captain, which means my vote counts more than yours, and my mind’s already made up. I’m gonna woo him and learn about his team and we’re gonna kick their asses.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are the captains of the two Frisbee Battles teams in the finals, and Louis has to find a way for his team to win. Seduction is, naturally, the only option.

Better Walk That (Pap) Walk, Baby (25k) - Co-Written with @suddenclarityharry 

Harry sat and stared at the print in front of his eyes where the names Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles looked to be in neon lights. It made him think back to those early days when all they’d dreamt of was seeing their names lit up on the signs for popular venues. Back then, things had seemed so black and white. Their love had grown as their popularity had, fast and intense and overwhelming. Maybe that was part of the problem. They’d never anticipated having to weave their way through a love so all encompassing at that age, much less at the same time as navigating brand new careers they’d been lucky enough to be a part of.

Harry stared at the papers as if it wasn’t him who had just signed them. He could do this. He could. He could pretend he was still as in love with Louis Tomlinson as he had been all those years ago no problem. He was now an actor in addition to a musician for fuck’s sake, he could make this work.

Or the one where, after years filled with the anger and pain that accompany a bad breakup, Harry and Louis have to try to put it all behind them, at least for the cameras.

Love So Soft (5k)

“Harry?” Louis called out. It was light out and a Sunday. Harry was probably in the kitchen.

Right then, Harry came walking back into the room with some scrambled eggs and toast on two plates. He froze about three steps in though, and looked up at Louis, his brows furrowed.

“I made breakfast, but...you…” Harry stopped and cleared his throat. “Uhm, your scent changed? Just since I got up to make breakfast. You okay?”

Louis bit his lip and shook his head. “I think my heat is coming early.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been friends since they were kids, but when Louis' heat comes early, that balance that always existed between them suddenly changes.

Got This Feeling In Our Souls (8k)

Louis sat up, awoken by something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. He scrubbed at his eyes, unsure if he was actually still dreaming or if he was awake. He didn’t dream often, but when he did they were always vivid like this. Louis opened his eyes and squinted through the darkness before jumping back, his heart racing.

Dream or not, there was a person sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. The chair that usually was only used by Charlie while Louis slept.

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in my apartment?” Louis asked, voice a bit more squeaky than he’d like to admit. Suddenly there were two flashes of green, and the world went black again.

We're Both Stubborn (Two Hearts in One Home) (13k)

The crickets that somehow were still chirping in the chilly October air suddenly sounded louder after Louis went quiet. Harry wasn’t sure what to say in response though, so he let their song remain unbroken.

“I guess I’m just scared ‘cause I don’t know what I’m doing after this,” Louis confessed with a whisper. “Some days, with the way my mom and dad are fighting, the only thing I’m sure of is you.”

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Louis’ torso and turned into him, ignoring the night sky they were supposed to be observing.

“Doesn’t matter what else is going on, Lou. You’ll always have me. Always.”

Louis nodded and Harry could feel the movement from where he was, and that was enough.

Or the one where Harry and Louis stumble their way through life and their relationship, but at least they've got each other.

Before I Knew That I Had Begun (3k)

Louis closed his eyes and carefully rolled over so he could wrap his arms around Harry as well. Things were permissible at night that he wouldn’t allow himself otherwise, and snuggling up to Harry, breathing in his scent like this, was definitely one of those scenarios that was only allowed in the dark. Once light broke, they pulled apart again and didn’t speak of the way their bodies fit together so perfectly or the way they always ended up with awkward morning wood that needed to be taken care of separately. The blue haze that filled Louis’ dorm room and the snores from Logan in the bottom bunk afforded them a soft safety net where the impossible seemed possible and where, just for a few hours, Louis could let down his guard and not worry about why his body was so drawn to the curly haired boy sharing his bed.

A Real Work of Art (12k)

“I don’t understand,” Liam said for probably the fiftieth time in ten minutes. “You have to explain again how this is a bad thing.”

“Leeeeyummm,” Harry whined into the phone as he leaned his head onto his desk. “I felt like this year was my year for getting his attention, you know? That senior year I would finally get Logan Thompson to realize I exist! But he’s in almost every single one of my classes, Li. How am I supposed to survive that?”

“Easily,” Liam answered, with the same matter of fact tone his voice always took when Harry was in one of his fits. “He doesn’t know you exist, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

Or the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.

You Can't Blame Me For Tryin' (5k)

Reason # 38 - Because He Is From One of the Countries You Haven't Had Sex With a Person From Yet.

Louis had been accepted into the study abroad program through his uni back home and therefore got to spend a year in rural Minnesota, of all places, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was still a pretty cool experience, even if it was far different from what he had been expecting. And besides, if he’d been sent to literally any other university, he’d never have met Harry.

Christmas at the Holly Lodge (17k)

Harry made his way to the back of the lodge and saw a building that looked like it used to be a barn, that had obviously had some renovations done. The lights were on and it looked a little like Santa’s workshop. As Harry walked closer, he saw that one of the windows was cracked open and through it came the tune of Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You. Dancing along was the most beautiful man Harry had ever seen.

The guy was really going to town, too. It looked like he was organizing boxes of ornaments or something, but he had taken time to pause and hold up...was that a hot glue gun?...to sing into so he was belting right along with Mariah.

Harry covered his mouth with his gloved hand to hold back the giggles, and continued walking. He didn’t want to disturb the guy and embarrass him by letting him know he’d been seen. It was adorable and Harry needed to make sure he had a better first impression than that. He could already tell this visit was going to be interesting.

Or the one where Louis is the owner of the Holly Lodge, Harry is an investment advisor, and maybe Christmas miracles really do exist.

You've Got My Heart (2k)

Harry and Louis are celebrating being together for fifty years, but they can't seem to agree about who initiated the first step of the journey.

[sam-whump]

Isolation

With only Sam!

Fandom: my own

@badthingshappenbingo

Sam layed as still as possible. Did she hear footsteps? She didn't know it for sure and the sound faded again. Sam had rarely been as uncomfortable as she was now. The blindfold kept out all light, if any even made it into the trunk.

Time passed and Sam was getting tired. Her eyes kept falling shut, only to shoot open again by panic after. What if someone opened the trunk and she was asleep? What if they thought that she had died and they buried her alive again? No. She couldn't have that happen. She needed to stay awake.

She tried to move around in the limited space she had, a new wave of panic crashing over her. Why was there no one coming to check on her? Sam had never felt as alone as she did now. She would be happy with any company she could get, even if it was from Skyler or Morgan. Just anyone.

And then it dawned on her. They knew she was in the trunk. But that was all part of their plan. She had been so annoying that they were leaving her there to starve from dehydration or possibly even from not getting enough air in the small space. They would probably check on her a week later and then drive to the woods to dump her lifeless body.

Oh merlin. I don't want to die in here. I'm not going to die in here. Calm the fuck down, idiot. Panic makes you breathe faster and who knows how much air there was left? She tried to calm herself down and it worked. For a moment.

The next moment, she was kicking against the trunk again. Kicking everywhere she could, until the muscles in her legs burned and refused to co-operate with her any further.

She had been so busy focussing on getting out, that she hadn't noticed what she was doing to herself. The muzzle caused her a lot of jaw pain that only became worse by her failed cries. The rope scraped over her wrists and ankles, making them even more raw and even drawing some blood. But what was the point of all that when she was going to die?

Her legs gave up and her emotions took over. She didn't want to die. Tears formed in her eyes and stained the cloth. It was soon soaked from the amount of crying. She was convinced that no one would find her alive...

Tags: @straight-to-the-pain @whumpitywhumpwhump @scath001 @whatwasmyprevioususername @theleastmemorablequeer

[agentdagonet]

Echoes, Ch. 21

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

          Eggsy found he had allowed himself to settle into domestic life. It wasn’t really the kind of thing he’d ever thought about- he’d never let himself think too far into the future while he was stuck with Dean, and that hadn’t changed once he’d become a Kingsman. The reasons changed, went from his own not being worthy to the potential safety of whatever significant other he had, but the end result was the same: the future just didn’t matter as much as the now.

           But the routine of his and Harry’s life was nothing short of perfect, to Eggsy. There were awkward silences and petty spats, but there were quiet nights in the sitting room and laughter over meals, too. He’d never wanted a life without conflict, you can’t have the good without the bad after all, but all he’d wanted growing up was a life where the bad was worth enduring. Worth getting through and learning from.

           But for that to be the truth that he had to come clean to Harry about Haz; about how much of Harry’s life he’d been privy to through the program. How much he’d not gotten over or through Harry’s death, as temporary as it ended up being.

           ‘Harry, why’d you put those holograms in your house?’ Eggsy spoke softly after dinner, staring at the telly and refusing to look at the man sat beside him. Harry figured this was a week for difficult confrontations about things surrounding himself, and wondered why- but that didn’t really matter, did it?

           ‘If you ask Merlin, it’s because I’m too dramatic for simple ink and paper.’

           ‘I didn’t ask Merlin, I asked you.’

           ‘... I suppose,’ Harry began slowly, looking at the glass in his hand, ‘I’d better start at the beginning. The first time I nearly died, I still had the odd relative here or there that would have had to be notified- but I’d never bothered writing a will. Didn’t see much of a point, frankly- I’d already tied the majority of my accounts to Kingsman, I was living in a home owned by Kingsman so it was fully secured, and the people in question barely knew me anyway so why would I have left anything to them?

           ‘Merlin changed that. I’m sure I’ve told you about our humble beginnings in one fashion or another, but the short of it is an instant connection that neither of us realised until the first near-death of the other. I resolved not to leave something as impersonal as a will for whoever was left behind in the case of my expiration. Even if that were only Merlin. It began as personalised letters and packages, a small collection of things to be opened only at certain times, and changed as technology did. Eventually ending up in what you encountered.’

           ‘So you didn’t just make it cos of me, then?’

           ‘Oh certainly not, I’m not in the habit of making things for a singular purpose, but I definitely made more than a few adjustments once you came along.’

           ‘Like?’

           ‘Well, the most obvious is that there was only one set of actions connected to the program originally- the hologram would give the instructions to gain access to the will, reveal the information I needed Merlin to know, and repeat that process until either the system was disconnected or it had remained idle for 6 months after having given the information to the proper sources. If, for whatever reason, Merlin and I passed within a few months of one another, or he never activated them at all, then there would be an automated will sent to the Merlin, Arthur, and Galahad lines.’

           Eggsy was simultaneously disappointed and relieved that he hadn’t been the primary cause for the digital haunting Harry had designed.

           ‘One less obvious, but more personal, change was simply how much there was.’ Harry paused there, and Eggsy had to use every piece of himself to keep from interrupting and asking for more. Whatever Harry shared with him at this point was a gift. ‘I began adding more and more to the program, so much so that what had been a set of two servers ended up being nearly fifteen by the time Kentucky happened. It became routine to write out the things I thought you’d need to know and some general responses, try and predict what you would say and respond preemptively.’

           ‘If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have said you was writing those responses in real-time, with how easy conversation was.’ It was close as Eggsy could admit to having spent an ungodly amount of time with the holograms.

           ‘Well, actually, in one case you wouldn’t have been entirely wrong about that.’ Harry knew there’d been a purpose when Eggsy brought all this up, but felt he needed to be open with him in turn. Perhaps it would aid in whatever goal Eggsy had in mind when he’d opened his mouth, perhaps it would hinder, but Harry knew that now that he’d started he could not stop.

           ‘Wait, what?’ Eggsy’d given up all pretense of watching the telly, eyes wide as he turned bodily toward Harry. ‘What d’you mean not wrong about that? You was in a coma.’

           ‘For a long while, yes- but as I mentioned to Merlin some time ago I did not wake up and immediately send for evac. I confirmed the stories about V-Day that the nurses had spun, ended up in a reddit thread your mother had posted to, and on something barely more substantive than a whim I remotely accessed the house servers.’

           Eggsy sucked in a breath through his teeth, stiffened his shoulders, and clenched his hands in his lap, eyes closed. Maybe he didn’t have much to fear of censure from Harry after all, but there was no telling what Harry had seen. What if he’d seen the breakdowns, the crying, the times he was weak and scared and helpless? What if he’d seen Eggsy doubting and seconds from turning tail and running as far as he could? What if-

           Harry’s hand landed on his leg, large and warm and reassuring on his thigh where it squeezed once but remained after. Eggsy forced his eyes open, met Harry’s reassuring gaze, and tried and failed to smile. ‘Sorry, wasn’t expecting that, is all.’

           ‘There is no shame in being startled, or having weakness, so I see no need for the apology. But,’ He continued, eyes kind, ‘I accept it nonetheless.’

           ‘Thanks.’

           ‘Think nothing of it- we all must harness weakness to find strength at one point or another. Are you ready for the rest?’

           Eggsy didn’t want to admit to where his thoughts jumped, despite the circumstance at hand, so he ignored the way his stomach swooped and nodded.

           ‘I caught you mid-conversation with myself. Talking about guilt.’ It took everything Eggsy had not to hide his face, buoyed only by the fact that Harry seemed inordinately pleased about that. ‘I didn’t know whether you were talking about the V-Day tragedy or something more recent and personal. I had no way of knowing- I’d forsaken live-recording memory for hologram-recording memory, you see- but what I came into… I couldn’t allow you to continue looking that desolate if I could help it.’ Harry smiled softly, squeezing the hand Eggsy had only just realised had not removed itself from his leg.

           ‘I pulled up the script I’d recorded, and began adding to it- I can’t tell you what it was I’d originally intended to say, but I’m just lucky that you weren’t looking too closely at the hologram- else you may have realised the lips didn’t match the words. I attempted to keep things in the past tense, but I wanted to be sure that you knew I heard you. That you weren’t talking to the air.’ Harry shook his head, as if to clear it, and then looked away from him for a moment. Eggsy couldn’t bring himself to breathe too loudly, let alone speak, but allowed himself the luxury of focusing on the weight of Harry’s hand upon him. Of drinking in the light hitting Harry’s face just so and the crooked way he smiled as he came back from wherever he’d gone in his head. ‘You turned my world on its head, Eggsy.’

           ‘You fucked about with my worldview, too, y’know,’ Eggsy whispered, ‘thought my dad was just some guy in the army who died as cannon fodder; thought there were no such thing as knights and gentlemen. Thought there was no way out from where I’d been stuck- and I ain’t talkin’ about lock up.’ Half his mouth ticked up, barely able to believe even now just how much his life had changed. They sat together a moment, comfortable in the silence despite what should have been an uncomfortable circumstance.

           ‘I meant it.’ Eggsy stated, boldly placing a hand atop Harry’s, and Harry looked startled for a fragment of a moment before meeting Eggsy’s gaze directly, unflinching. ‘I meant it,’ he repeated, ‘when I said it was worth it. I don’ really have the words to say how happy I am now, how grateful that shit played out how it did- not sure I’d appreciate all this if it’d happened any other way.’

           ‘I’m still sorry for the part I’ve played in your hardships.’

           ‘As a wise friend once said: I see no need for the apology, but I accept it nonetheless.’ Eggsy put on his best Harry impression, unable to take the desolate look on Harry’s face; it worked, and Harry choked out a chuckle. The hand beneath his own flipped over and for a moment they were palm-to-palm, the slightest shift would have their fingers interlocking- neither man took that step, despite both wanting to. Harry covered Eggsy’s hand, sandwiching it between his own, and looked earnestly into his face.

           ‘I know Lee would be proud of you, but at the moment I want to be sure you hear me clearly: I am so incredibly proud of you. Your actions at the end of… before,’ Harry stumbled for a moment over his words, ‘are nothing short of commendable, and I was simply blinded by time. Your strength of character reminded me of all the things I became a Kingsman to do; you lifted a curtain I hadn’t realised had fallen. If there was one thing that motivated my return it was to see and get to know the man you’ve become in my absence. The rare and beautiful person who came through all of this adversity and remained above all himself.’

           ‘Like in Mulan.’

           ‘... I suppose so, yes.’ They returned to the comfortable silence, hands now resting on the sofa between them, still connected. The television ran idly in the background, white noise beyond the thoughts running unvoiced between them.

           ‘Harry?’

           ‘Yes, Eggsy?’

           ‘I never really believed you were dead. I saw that bullet comin’ straight at the screen and I still didn’t believe it.’

           ‘Well that’s fortunate, seeing as I’m not dead. A little worse for wear, I’ll admit, but in one piece despite all odds.’

           ‘... You don’t think it’s weird that I talked to Ha- the program so much?’

           ‘I know you spent a fair bit of time with him, it’s only natural that you formed an attachment- after all, we didn’t part in the best of circumstances. And, you’re forgetting- I was there for the butterfly conversation. Haz, was it?’ It sounded unnatural coming from Harry, and Eggsy nearly giggled at the absurdity of it all.

           ‘I had to separate him from what was real- I was pretty sure you’d never let me call you that, so it helped to separate him from you. He… he was all the pieces of you I missed out on knowing when you were alive, but he wasn’t a substitute, if that makes any sense?’

           ‘Well, I’m glad you were able to benefit from him in the way I’d intended. I wanted you to have the same kind of resources, the same kind of mentorship, as the others- even if it were only posthumously. After my encounter with Professor Arnold I wasn’t certain I’d survive the Valentine case, but you deserved more than the scraps of knowledge I’d been able to impart to you.’

           ‘Can’t guarantee I won’t slip at some point.’

           ‘If you happen to do so in front of Merlin I’ll let you burn that awful candle in the sitting room for a week.’

           ‘Done.’

[fireinmoonshot]

Hello! It’s not exactly a prompt but I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader ( another kingsman agent ) is with Eggsy during the car chase scene at the beginning of TGC? Thank you, love! X

Summary: You run into Charlie Hesketh with Eggsy after leaving Kingsman for the day. It’s up to the two of you to get Charlie the hell away from you and the both of you safely away.Pairing: Reader x Eggsy Unwin.Fandom: Kingsman.Warnings: Violence, Swearing.Word Count: 2127A/N: This got longer than expected.

You closed the door of the Kingsman store behind you and moved to button up your suit. It had been a long day at work and you were ready to eat dinner with Eggsy and eventually curl up in bed for the night. You watched as Eggsy checked how he looked in the gold plate next to the door and smiled to yourself. “You ready? We have a reservation at 8.”

He nodded. “Yeah, let’s go,” he went to take a step when a voice stopped both of you.

The two of you turned to look at the source of the voice. “You mind if I share your cab?”

As he tugged off the hood of his jumper, you started. It was Charlie, the rejected Kingsman applicant that had, you’d thought, died back when Eggsy and Merlin used the chips to blow everyone in Valentine’s group up.

“Charlie?” You asked, taking a step down toward him.

Eggsy held an arm out in front of you. “Hey, go and get in the taxi, yeah? I’ll be there in a bit.”

You frowned though nodded, glancing at Charlie as you walked over and took a seat in the front of the cab beside Pete, the man who had been driving you and Eggsy home for the past six months without fail. You looked back through the window to see what was going on, tensing as you noticed the gun that Charlie was holding.

“If I was you,” Charlie said. “I’d unlock your cab and tell Agent Lamorak to walk home.”

You watched as Eggsy took a breath and turned around to face the taxi, not noticing the cars closing in on the group of you. You met his eyes as he walked to the back door of the taxi, Charlie at his heel, and pulled open the back door.

You’d expected Eggsy to just get into the cab normally, but he, at the last minute, twisted around, grabbed Charlie and shoved him into the back of the cab, following him in instantly. “Pete, get us out of here!” He yelled. You watched as Pete instantly drove away from the stop.

The gunfire coming from behind made you duck and you briefly turned to see Charlie’s head hitting the glass separating the front and back of the cab. You cursed under your breath, knowing that there was absolutely nothing you could do in the front of the damned taxi and wished that you’d taken your usual seat in the back.

You hissed as Charlie’s arm smashed through the glass and ducked down, being showered by all of the glass. You weren’t thinking about any possible injuries as you twisted around again, eyes wide, to see what was going on in the back of the taxi.

Suddenly, one of your favourite Prince songs started blasting over the speakers – it was your choice of song and you had, apparently, left it open after your drive home from work yesterday. You tried not to focus on the music, and instead on what was going on in the back of the cab, racking your brain to try and figure out if there was anything you could do to help.

As the back door opened and Charlie’s hand started dragging along the tar, you realised that one of his arms was now metal. You had little time to ponder this, realising seconds later that Charlie had somehow moved to make Eggsy hang out of the door of the cab. Your eyes widened and you cursed under your breath.

He was back up on his feet in an instant, though the sight of the car veering toward the side of the taxi took him off guard. He barely had time to yell at you to hold onto something before he was flying out of the side of the car, trying to hold onto the door with all the strength he had.

Before you knew it, Eggsy was on the roof of the car and you did the only thing you could think of. You shoved your hands down into the sleeves of your suit and knelt on the seat, climbing through the broken glass to get to the back of the car. You picked up one of the glass bottles in the cabs small alcohol section and smashed it over his head, taking him completely off guard.

He threw a punch your way but you managed to duck and it, instead, hit the roof of the car, knocking Eggsy off balance enough for Charlie to reach through the door and pull him back inside the back of the car. Eggsy moved to grab a bottle like you’d done only seconds before, smashing it over his head just before Charlie kicked him and sent him flying out of the door again, this time taking the door with him. You cursed and drove your foot into his leg, making him stumble to the ground.

You tried to think about Eggsy as little as possible as you tackled Charlie onto the seat of the car and drove your fist into his face. You had no idea where he was or if he was even alive, but you knew that your only responsibility right now was to stop Charlie from doing whatever he’d come here to do. He spun around, locking an arm around your neck and throwing you to the ground of the car just as one of his goons slammed the car into the back of the taxi.

You gasped for breath as you spotted the blade on the tip of Eggsy’s shoe slip through the back of the seat. Charlie didn’t seem to notice it and you struggled to sit up, still trying to get your breath back as Eggsy stuck his head through the seat. This time, you watched as Charlie saw him and yanked him out of the back.

Eggsy spotted you instantly, his eyes widening as he yelled “Duck!”

You did as he asked and crouched down, covering your head as he swiped his foot near Charlie, the poison coated blade slicing eerily close to his neck. You felt the breath go out of you as Charlie grabbed Eggsy’s leg and sliced the blade clean off and right into Pete’s neck.

“Get down!” Eggsy yelled, spotting the barricade ahead of you. You continued to duck and pressed yourself into the console of the car as it collided with the barricade, Charlie’s arm almost hitting you as he fell through the car and straight through the windscreen.

You were breathing heavily as Eggsy sat up and looked through to the front of the car. He swore and looked down at you. “You good?” He asked. You nodded in reply and took a deep breath.

“I’m okay,” you assured him as he climbed into the drivers seat of the car. You moved back into the passengers seat and watched as he initiated drift mode. The car began drifting sideways, far enough to get out of the reach of the three cars that Charlie’s goons owned, and a second later Eggsy was speeding away from the cars. You gripped the sides of the seat tightly.

You ducked down instinctively as bullets began raining down on the car like water, almost sliding down onto the floor of the cab to make sure you didn’t get hit by any of them like you knew the shooter so desperately wanted.

“Merlin,” you called, instantly realising that the chance he was still in the office was high. “Our driver’s down. Can we have permission to blow these fuckers away or not?”

His voice came through the comms a second later. “Denied. Cannot be contained. Head south, I’m clearing the route.”

It seemed that Eggsy could hear it all too and you watched as the red lights ahead started turning green. You smiled a little, thanking Merlin silently, as Eggsy pushed the car faster toward the lights.

The men were still firing bullets at you as Eggsy tried to move through the London traffic as swiftly and safety as possible. You were breathing heavily, trying to be a second pair of eyes and occasionally shouting out instructions so as to make sure he didn’t hit anyone or anything when you felt the car jolt – a tyre had been blown out.

“Shit!” Eggsy yelled, trying desperately to steer the car, though with one wheel gone it was nearly impossible and you found yourself drifting toward a gate. You held your head with your hands as the car smashed through them, the other men close behind.

“Merlin, we’re entering Hyde Park, can we do it now!?” You yelled as Eggsy turned onto the grass, trying to keep up his speed minus one tyre. “Merlin!”

“Dart zone confirmed. Permission to fire,” Merlin said.

You let out a breath as Eggsy exhaled and muttered “Thank fuck for that.”

You reached up and tapped the button on the console, hearing as the bonnet of the car opened up and launched three bombs into the air. You couldn’t help but smile as you and Eggsy saw the three cars blown into pieces behind you.

“No time to relax. The police are right behind you,” Merlin added. “You have thirty seconds before they reach your position. Go directly to Rendezvous Swan.”

Eggsy closed in on Serpentine Lake. He stopped directly in front of the water, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the water. You exchanged a glance before looking around, both of you realising suddenly why he’d brought you here.

“Merlin, you do realise we haven’t even got a windscreen right now?” Eggsy huffed.

Merlin chuckled. “I seem to remember from your training you were rather good at holding your breath,” he replied. “And you, Lamorak, have had plenty of underwater missions in your five years as an agent, have you not?”

You sighed. “We have no choice, Eggsy,” you mumbled.

He rolled his eyes before pulling down into the lake. You sat back up on your chair properly and took a deep breath, trying to get in as much air as possible before you disappeared under the lake. Beside you, Eggsy took one last deep breath before the cold water covered you completely.

You held onto the grab handle tightly, holding your breath as Eggsy drove the car though the water. You squinted, hating how cold the water was, and almost let out a breath of relief as you spotted the doors opening for the car.

Eggsy stopped the car on the floor of the room and the water slowly began to recede. As soon as it was low enough, you let out a breath it felt like you’d been holding forever, both of you coughing to try and get in as much air as possible. “Fuck,” you mumbled, trying to regain your breath.

“It wasn’t a revenge mission, Charlie could have just killed you both immediately. No boasting, but I trained him well enough that even he wouldn’t mess that up,” Merlin said, his voice just as clear as it had been before.

You glanced over at Eggsy and leant back on the seat of the car, a small smile coming to your face. “Well, that was exciting,” you breathed, relaxing down on the seat. You knew that it’d hurt even more in the morning, especially in the places that Charlie had managed to overpower you and throw you onto the floor of the car, but you felt fine now, at least.

Eggsy chuckled. “Merlin, we’re gonna have to do the debrief tomorrow,” he said, glancing over at you as he spoke. “We’ve gotta get to a dinner tonight and if we miss it, let��s just say Charlie might as well have killed us.”

“Well, if you can’t wait for the police to clear the park, there’s another way out in the corner.”

Both of you exited the car and walked over to the exit in the corner, though as soon as Eggsy pulled it open you instantly knew that you’d rather wait in the car until the police had cleared the park. You shook your head. “No, no way,” you muttered.

Eggsy glanced at you and sighed. “Looks like date night’ll have to wait.”

You shrugged and moved to sit back down in the back seat of the car. “Who says we can’t have date night in here?” You smirked, reaching down to grab the one remaining bottle of alcohol out of the console. “Come on, you,” you said, patting the seat beside you. Eggsy chuckled and moved to sit next to you. He kicked his feet up on the console of the car and took a deep breath.

“See, I told you last week that sometimes dates are better when they’re casual,” he grinned.

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i've been rewatching merlin (again) and while i love the show with all my heart i can't stop think about how the ending it really is them failing??? i mean i never wanted to think about it but just aah so many chances where their destiny could have been prevented but it always went the other way and i just wanted to know your thoughts on it cause maybe you feel another way towards the ending ^^

on the one hand i think you’re absolutely right and the fact that their destiny could have been prevented on so many occasions is what makes it so much worse, so much harder to watch it all unfold when you see all of them trying to do their best to do what they think is right but unintentionally makes it in fact worse.

on the other hand we may only think everything could have turned out well if only different decisions had been made, when those different decisions just as well could have been even worse, could have led to things falling apart much earlier and to much more terrible outcomes. an example i’ve read time and again is that eveything could have been prevented if merlin had told morgana about his magic when she discovered hers in s2. but that same decision also could have backfired leading to morgana knowing about his secret and working to, maybe successfully, bring him down much earlier; we will never know.

it’s also possible that certain outcomes had been destiny-determined fixed events that would have come to pass no matter what decisions were made (i think the show never made it quite clear if their definition of destiny are fixed events or rather self-fulfilling prophecies)

so first and foremost i think this ‘could have been’ is a dramatic tool that adds to the emotional impact of the show in a pretty powerful way. (it also gives tones of ideas for fans to run with those what-if moments and create amazing fanworks for them :))

whether or not the ending is all of them failing depends on the characters, i guess. morgana and mordred mostly failed, and given that at the end they are the show’s villians, i think they basically had to. tho one could argue that morgana hasn’t failed entirely: as she said she wanted arthur dead and she achived that; only downside being that she herself didn’t live to see or profit from it. gwaine and percival certainly failied to kill morgana and additionally in gwaine’s case even worse failed to protect his king by giving up arthur’s attempt to reach the lake of avalon - this is where the ‘everything could have turned out well if only’ realization strikes again, punches you in the gutt and makes the episode so much more painful to watch.

from arthur’s pov tho, i think one could argue that by his own standards he didn’t fail but achived his goals. prior to the finale arthur has already made camelot into the fair and just kingdom he wanted it to be, and has united all the kingdoms of albion not by conquering them but by diplomacy, friendship or at least peaceful respect for each other. and when merlin kills morgana, arthur says he has finally brought peace to the entire land by defeating her as the last standing threat to it, assuming that what’s left of her army will run for the hills without her. so arthur -with some help- actually did all the things he wanted/was destined to do (for now). being part of what comes after might never have been a priority of his and that’s probably why he’s rather accepting of his own death.which ocos is the complete opposite of what we and merlin feel about his death. in merlin’s case all the ‘everything could have turned out well if only’ pain hits the worst cos we have seen all five seasons from his perspective, and his decisions in particular seem the most significant. but also bcos he simply is the one who loses the most -arthur and with him his own destiny (for the time being)- while also being the one person who had the most insight into the prophecies and the whole destiny thing, so that realization and the following self-recrimination on his part for not being able to prevent all of it must be unimaginable.to say whether or not merlin has failed, im afraid it depends on how much you can/want to rely on kilgharrah’s final words. after arthur’s death merlin says to kilgharrah ‘i failed’ so its obvious how he himself feels about it and given what i’ve said above there are alot of good reasons for us to agree with him. but kilgharrah gives merlin and us a different take: that merlin didn’t fail but instead did everything he was meant to do - as said above it’s not clear if merlin could have actually fucked up so that everything would have turned out much worse and maybe arthur would have died without raising again (if say merlin didn’t sent him avalon or sth), or if arthur’s death is an unavoidable fixed event that not even “magic itself” merlin could have prevented no matter what- and that it’s way too early to say if he has failed anyway cos he’s not done yet and his destiny is just taking an extended pause til arthur’s beauty sleep is over.

the show provides a huge amount of reasons to think it was all for nothing but at least in arthur and merlin’s case there’s the good chance that it wasn’t and won’t be :)

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

Thanks @mumble-muse and @gwen-cheers-me-up!

How many works do you have on AO3?

101!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

158,042!!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just Merlin although I’ve written Agents of Shield, Stargate SG1 and Sense8 fic in my head :’)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Over and over (267)

Revelations (260)

Oblivious and Long Suffering (248)

'All of her victims have been men' (227)

An unconventional wedding present (219)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Sometimes it takes me a while lmao and if too many pile up i might skip a few to get things under control 😅 there is absolutely no requirement to reply to comments and that's not why most people comment but i still think it’s nice and it’s another opportunity to discuss your fic :)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh boy it would be a toss up between I failed (Morgana tells Gwaine about Merlin's magic just before he dies), We're here (Percival comes back to Camelot after 5x13 and finds Elyan Gwaine and Lancelot waiting for him) or just the entirety of the Knights series :’) 

Do you write crossovers? if so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do have a Merlin x BBC Ghosts wip but idk if it counts as a crossover bc it doesn’t have Ghosts characters just the concept.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I remember I feel like I would remember 🤣

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Haven’t before, wouldn’t say never would though... i think i would have to add something to make it interesting though like being trans or ace

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🤣

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope but I’d love to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Me and @lit-beyond-measure kinda impromptu wrote this fic together which is not on Ao3 and we also are making a Knife thrower Elyan/Pirate Gwaine AU but as lit is the one actually writing it while I just kinda yell about piercings I really don’t think I can claim co-writership 🤣

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Do not make me choose between Elyaine, Perelyan and Perelyaine... but Perelyan might just win :’)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh so many. Lancelot returns just before 5x11 but only Merlin and Mordred can see him, Leon and Merlin keep meeting throughout history but they always have their faces covered so they don’t realise... the list goes on 😔

What are your writing strengths?

Rambling sarcastic dumbass tone that is just my inner monologue :’) chaos, humour, angst, adhd, hugs, ace stuff and trans stuff, can-you-tell-how-tired-i-am-by-the-amount-of-beds-in-my-fics, RAREPAIRS

What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT i cannot write complex plot or a lot of scenes or long fics, I just do not have the oomph for it. i am ok with this.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I mean I’m for it i don’t have much of the opportunity apart from the spells which I either take form the show or look up some Old English for

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Technically I did start writing an AOS fic in a notebook in 2017 and nearly immediately abandoned it out of intense cringe 😔 Inside my head I used to write a lot of Stargate SG1 stuff when i was like 10

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

OOOF i mean i do love all my trans fics and def wanna write more of it and I’m VERY proud of Six days as it’s my longest and only completed multichapter fic. I just... I have a lot of favourites 🤣 Bundle for the vibes,  How do I love thee? Excellent fucking question. for the general demi crisis, The Blacksmith, the Rogue and the Stranger for being a lengthy boi and actually having multiple settings (polyamorous cottagecore fantasy my beloved)... the list goes on :’)

Tagging @lit-beyond-measure, @botanicallyinclinednerd, and anyone else who wants to do it :)

Ask game that @bbcfandomsuniverse recently did (hope you don’t mind me jumping in 😊)

Their post is over here in the larger font like above with the questions if they are easier for you to see! But from here on the text will be in the standard regular font, Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3?

-Nine? And far too many WIPs that are like two paragraphs from being finished

What’s your total AO3 word count?

-92,277

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

-On AO3, 4 but In my little book of things and my docs a lot more…

BBC Merlin, Mortal instruments fandom, Durarara, The Umbrella Academy (*ones not posted* Penny dreadful, Robin of sherwood, BBC Atlantis… And other horribly written things for many many anime and manga series)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

• Rain Before The Rainbow- 146

• Snow and Powdered Sugar- 49

• Broken Raven- 39

• The Ingenuous- 21

• I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You- 20

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I always try to respond to comments and continue what whatever they talked about or just give my thanks.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It’s not currently posted but it’s another one of my fics that is almost finished and pretty much is a retelling of the Diamond of the day of BBC Merlin if events had gone differently with saving a bunch of characters including mordred, daegal, kara, sefa, Gilli among many others and it’s very angsty. Like tears and sobbing angsty…

Do you write crossovers? if so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I actually wrote ONE crossover that I never posted and it was a disaster… I will never mention it again.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn’t call it hate but it was simply someone voicing their opinion on the fic which yeah… Kinda you know hurtful to me but i’m just a stranger to them that’s writing fanfiction so…

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Nope no nopitty no

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge no. And also who ever does steal my fics you picked the most worst person to do it from XD. (But in all seriousness if someone ever finds one of my fics posted anywhere else or under a different user name please message me here on Tumblr 😊)

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but again I’m completely open to it and would love for my fics to branch out to all of the non-english speaking audiences.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I would love to work with another writer on a fic! I actually really want to but have no clue how to even go about it.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oooo, I’m gonna go back to my beginning fandom roots and say a platonic relationship I love is from an anime called Princess TuTu and it’s Fakir & Muto… I watched the anime along with another one called Sugar Sugar Rune when I was like 4 and they will always hold a special place in my heart along with the Original Fruits basket and the Manga…

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Probably one of my Umbrella Academy fics that I had started to write. Mostly because when a lot of stuff happened with the very strong opinions in certain comments it made me loose inspiration and hope in writing for the fandom in a way. But it was my favourite idea and now I can barely look at it anymore…

What are your writing strengths?

Figurative language my beloved… I mold and bend works like clay to my will and abuse them for the sake of art. I sometimes place words that have no correlation besides each other but with their surrounding pears have all the meaning of everything I mean for them to say. My teachers all throughout school loved and hated my writing all the same but i always counted it as one of my strengths.

What are your writing weaknesses?

That I get distracted in words and go off on off topic tangents. I always do this and I have to stop myself. And like I’ve said before this just end up a old tangled yarn ball of metaphors that in another persons hands, the knots are yanked at and pulled so impossibly there’s no chance to get it undone. But in mine, the twist and turns of yarn become limp and fall so incredibly loose between my fingers. So I want to make my writing able to be untangle without too much of a yank or tug.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’ve done it myself with Raphael Santiago from Mortal instruments in Spanish and Small dialogue bits I’m okay with. But if it’s like a full speech I’m not too keen on it even if I understand the language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Wait funny story real quick, I recently found my old notebook I used to write fanfiction in when I was like 8 and it’s atrocious. But if I remember correctly the first fanfic in their is with Magi (another anime and manga series very dear to my heart) but if i’m correct the first piece of actual fanfic I wrote was a bit earlier and it was Pandora Hearts maybe? Or even around the time that shows like Avatar and Teen Titans aired…

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I have to go with “The Ingenuous” mostly because I remember many years ago thinking those two would be good friends but completely abandoned the idea because it was like 2015 and I thought the fandom was dead… And also because these two don’t have a canon relationship I have taken free will with it and halfway through writing it I realized their relationship has elements of practically me and one of my friends I’ve known my whole life. And that person is very near and dear to me and I’ve always held them close to my heart… So really that fic just has everything of me and I’ve given my all into that fic.

I’m tagging

@zoingfandom and @ohanahoku-ao3 and thats It because I feel awkward tagging other people I know are Ao3 writers XD

Zoing & Ohana please save me from my awkwardness and tag more people please, I beg of you. But also Anyone else if free to join in!

[soulwounds-a]

was  that   colin  morgan  ?       oh  no  no ,  that  was  just   merlin ,  a   canon  character   from   bbc’s  merlin .       they  are   1,500+   years  old  and   are   aware  that  they  are  not  actually  from  washington  d.c.

this  is  basically  my  old  intro  just  fucking  copy   &   pasted  i  tweaked  it  a  little  but  barely    ———      as  i  bring  merlin  in  i’m  pressing  the  reset  button  on  him  too .    starting  over  fresh  with  him .    especially  since ,  this  time ,  there’s  no  arthur  around  right  now  so  he  may  be  somewhat  different .   anyway .   i  love  this  stupid  magic  boy  with  all  my  heart   &   while  i’m  gonna  try  to  make  this  short  but  it  for  sure  will  not  be  short  because  i  have  a  lot  of  headcanons   &   meta   &   such  put  into  my  portrayal  of  merlin  because  i  think  about  him  way  to  much .    i’ve  played  him  off   &   on  a  lot   &   i  just  love  him  SO  much .

how long has your character been here ?

maybe  a  month  ish ?     enough  that  he’s  tried  to  thwart  the  magic  here   &   gotten  himself  a  place  to  live   &   a  job  in  the  meantime .

what is your character’s job ?

he’s  a  pharmacist .    over  the  years ,  merlin’s  taken  to  a  lot  of  medical  related  jobs .    it’s  sort  of  a  shout  out  to  his  time  working  under  gaius !      aside  from  being  arthur’s  servant ,  merlin  also  became  a  very  skilled  physician .

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom ?

alright  here’s  where  i  explain  his  age .    as  shown  in  the  series  finale ,  with  old  merlin  in  present  day  still  waiting  for  arthur ,  merlin’s  immortal .    that’s  canon .    &  though  we  saw  him  old  i  really  don’t  see  why  he  couldn’t  alter  his  physical  appearance  with  magic  to  seem  young .    he’s  fucking  merlin  he  can  do  anything .    so ,  this  isn’t  just  merlin  from  some  point  in  the  show  this  is  a  merlin  who’s  been  alive  since  arthur’s  death  just  waiting  for  him  to  return .     he’s  from  present  day .   it’s  been  somewhere  around  1,500  years  since  arthur  died ,  though ,  so  he’s  old  as  all  get  out   &   not  to  mention  powerful .    he’s  all  but  completely  mastered  magic .

has any magic affected your character ?

no  it  has  not !    other  than  bringing  him  here ,  which  he’s  very  put  off  about .    he’s  also  trying  to  figure  out  why  he  can’t  counteract  the  magic  here .    merlin  has  never  encountered  magic  he  cannot  control ,  nor  a  magic  that  hasn’t  felt  like  something  familiar  to  him  as  he  knows  the  feeling  of  magic  so  well .    this  is  both .

other information

he  doesn’t  just  have  magic ,  he  is  magic .    literally .

magic  itself  born  as  a  human .    it’s  why  it’s  so  ingrained  in  him ,  so  natural  to  him .    it’s  not  a  tool  to  him  like  it  is  to  others  who  have  it ,  it’s  just  a  literal  part  of  him .    it’s  like  extending  a  limb .    it’s  as  easy  as  breathing  to  him .

this  is  all  also  why  he’s  immortal .    as  long  as  magic  is  in  the  world ,  merlin  won’t  die .    the  more  magic  in  the  world ,  the  more  powerful  merlin  is .

in  the  series ,  we  see  him  wounded    &   close  to  death  sometimes .    magic  was  weak  in  the  world  then ,  due  to  the  purge ,  so  he'd  take  mass  damage   &   it  was  difficult  to  heal .

now ?    there’s  more  magic  in  the  world  today ,  especially  here .    not  much  actually  hurts  him .   he  could  throw  back  poison  like  water .    a  bullet  wound  is  an  inconvenience .

he  knows  he’s  powerful ,  knows  he  is  magic  itself ,  &   he  knows  he’s  not  sure  what  limits  his  power  has  if  it  has  any .

he  never  fully  returned  to  camelot .    

he  kept  watch  on  it ,  from  a  distance ,   &   continued  to  protect  it  but  didn’t  want  to  face  anyone .   gwen  especially .    he  felt  like  he  failed .

he  returned  once  in  secret  to  see  gaius  who  deserved  closure  from  him .

he  returned  again  in  secret ,  in  his  appearance  as  dragoon  the  great  who  would  eventually  become  the  face  legends  drew  him  as ,  at  the  news  of  gaius’s  death  for  his  funeral .

as  years  went  on ,   &   camelot  began  to  decline   &   fade ,  merlin  came  to  the  empty  kingdom   &   hid  it  from  the  world  under  heavy  cloaking  charms .    since  then ,  no  one  has  been  able  to  find  the  kingdom  which  led  it  to  become  merely  a  legend .    in  reality ,  the  castle  &  surrounding  area  is  simply  still  hidden   &   merlin  has  been  visiting  to  make  sure  the  upkeep  on  it  is  fine .    it’s  in  perfect  condition .   he’s  kept  it  as  such  to  take  arthur  there  when  he  returns .

stale  cinnamon  roll .   been  in  this  world  too  long .   too  cynical .

he’s  quite  melancholy  sometimes ,   &   he  has  the  right  to  be .   you  would  be  too  after  waiting  fifteen  centuries  for  a  guy .

he’s  distant ;  he  keeps  very  detached  from  the  world .    he  lives  in  it ,  but  he’s  hardly  a  part  of  it .   he  doesn’t  really  feel  the  need  to  put  himself  out  there   &   be  a  part  of  the  world  again  until  arthur  comes  back .

FOR  ALL  HARRY  POTTER  CHARACTERS !    PLEASE  PLOT  WITH  ME !     i’ve  ingrained  my  harry  potter  verse  into  my  portrayal  that  it’s  basically  just  canon  to  how  i  play  this  old ,  immortal  merlin  so  i’m  gonna  go  ahead   &   talk  about  this .    because  it’s  gonna  be  in  how  i  play  him  here .

though  jk  rowling  says  merlin  attended  hogwarts ,  actual  arthurian  legend  predates  the  founding  of  hogwarts  by  like .   near  4  centuries .    but  i’ve  somewhat  fixed  that  issue  with  this !

in  the  time  following  arhtur’s  death ,  in  terms  of  magic  growing  again ,  merlin  founded  the  basis  of  what  is  modern  day  magical  society  today .    magic  changed  as  sorcerers  began  channeling  their  magic  through  conduits  such  as  wands  or  staffs   &   ancient  magic  such  as  “the  old  religion”  with  it’s  old  english  spells  slowly  died  away   &   was  replaced  with  more  simple ,  latin  based  spells .  

he  slightly  oversaw  the  construction  of  hogwarts   &   when  it  was  finished  decided  to  even  attend .     he  was  sorted  into  slytherin .

after  hogwarts  he  founded  “the  order  of  merlin”  to  protect  non  magic  users  from  magic  seeing  as  the  two  worlds ,  despite  what  he  wished ,  did  not  mix  together  well .   but  the  could  co-exist .   in  secret .

he  stayed  active  in  the  wizarding  world  for  a  few  more  years   &   earned  the  title  “the  prince  of  enchanters”  before  stepping  back   &  disappearing  again .

the  only  surviving  portraits  of  him  are  him  in  his  disguise  as  “dragoon  the  great” ,  which  is  why  he’s  constantly  seen  as  an  old  man  with  a  beard  even  to  wizards .   they  don’t  expect  his  younger  appearance  whatsoever .   there  is ,  however ,  a  lone  portrait  of  his  younger  appearance  at  hogwarts  though  its  unnamed   &   he  appears  as  a  servant  boy  in  it ,  like  he  was  in  camelot ,  which  leaves  no  one  aware  it’s  the  great  merlin .    most  hogwarts  students  know  of  the  portrait  of  the  servant  boy   &   know  it  to  be  a  quite  chatty  painting  in  the  charms  hallway ,  though  it  refuses  to  tell  anyone  it’s  name .

typically  he  goes  under  different  names  in  the  wizarding  world  often  to  keep  a  low  profile .   if  he  meets  any  witches / wizards  here  he  might  try  to  stay  under  the  radar .

he  has  an  owl  named  archimedes .   he  named  it  after  the  owl  owned  by  merlin  in  the  disney  movie ,  the  sword  in  the  stone .

though  it’s  assumed  he’s  dead ,  he  obviously  has  no  grave  or  remains  or  death  records  that  have  ever  been  found  so  he’s  kinda  like .    a  wizarding  world  cryptid .    merlin  being  still  alive  is  a  conspiracy  theory  in  the  wizarding  world .