#merlin flirts but like takes it very seriously

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Arthur: so what do you do for work?

Merlin: I’m an actor

Arthur: I haven’t seen you in anything. What’ve you acted in? Shows? Movies?

Merlin: well, I’m acting right now as if there isn’t insane sexual tension between us

Arthur: what???

Merlin: what.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene

james potter x reader

this is not a good fic for james.. (love him tho) and my remus bias is SHOWING. i love lily. no lily hate.

jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene i'm begging of you please don't take my man jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene please don't take him just because you can

a small part of you knew that, although you were the one dating james potter, lily evans still held a place in his heart. i mean it was sad right? someone you were in love with, someone you were dating, was in love with someone else. but for some reason you had grown accustomed to it, was this stupid of you? yes, maybe. but you didn't want to lose james, as both a boyfriend and a friend. so it felt like a logical thing.

you knew lily evans didn't like james either, not even as a friend. she hated the boy. you thought back to the gossip you had had with her, marlene and dorcas when they found out you were dating him.

"merlin y/n, james?" lily had whispered-shouted the very night she found out that you were dating him.

"hey.. he's not that bad." you chuckle.

"that's not gonna convince her, it's a well known fact lils hates james." marlene laughs.

"that's true." you respond.

"and i thought you liked remus anyway." lily teases.

"that was in like 3rd year, i've been over that ages." you feel your face heat. sure you had liked moony once, but you had liked james for a while now.

"he's better than james though, seriously you can do better y/n." lily tells you.

you giggle, but then see dorcas with a confused look on her face.

"you alright dorcas?" marlene raises an eyebrow.

"yeah i just.. i have a question." dorcas speaks up.

you nod at her to speak.

"when did james get over lily? i'm not saying he doesn't like you of course y/n, but up until the other week, he was obsessed with her." dorcas thinks aloud, in all fairness, asking the question on everyones lips.

you sigh.

"i asked him that, he told me he was trying to deflect the fact that he really liked me, and he was too nervous to flirt with me so flirted with lily instead to hide his true feelings." you mutter, now realising that james' reasoning was.. maybe not the best.

"aww thats cute y/n.." marlene sees the look on your face and tries to comfort you.

"yeah." you smile, weakly.

"and don't worry y/n, i would never go anywhere near potter. and i think he does like you and not me." lily reassures you.

noticing your discomfort, the girls changed the subject, but you couldn't nudge the feeling of doubt in your chest. now that you thought about it, james' reasoning felt a bit.. excuse like? but no, he asked you out, not lily. so he must like you?! relationships were complicating; you guessed you'd have to wait to see how things played out.

your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

"hello gorgeous." james grins at you cheekily, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take a seat next to him at the gryffindor table.

"guys do we really need to be doing this at eight o'clock in the morning." sirius fake gags. you stick your tongue out at him in response, causing him to laugh.

"just cos you're lonely padfoot." james chuckles.

sirius playfully rolls his eyes at him, and you see remus looking at you from the other side of the table. you smile at him which he returns but looks away quickly, feeling like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

james wraps an arm around your waist, and starts telling you whatever new prank him and sirius were planning on snape.

"and then we were planning to turn his hair green." he smiles at you.

"poor snape." you tease.

"what? you planning on leaving me for snivellus?" james raises an eyebrow, playfully.

"of course." you respond chuckling.

your playful banter was interrupted by lily approaching you, carrying your transfiguration book. of course, you invited her to sit with yourself and the marauders but she didn't like to be near james for long periods of time.

"y/n, you left this in our dorm this morning." she smiles at you and hands you the book.

you smile back. she looked extra pretty today, her green eyes sparkling, her auburn hair shiny. it made you feel a little self-conscious.

"thanks lils, what would i do without you?" you laugh.

"you wouldn't be able to cope, that's for sure." lily smiles at you, giving you a wave, heading back to her own seaat.

"thank godric for that, mcgonagall would've been fuming-" you turn back to james, your words faltering seeing his face.

his face was bright red and he looked distracted as he gazed off into the distance. you followed his gaze to see what was wrong with him. then you realised. james was looking at lily. and he had a stupid goofy smile on his face. what a prick! he was YOUR boyfriend.

"james, are you okay?" you snap him out of his daze.

"yeah yeah, perfectly fine love." he turns back to you, his blush fading.

then it was as if everything was back to normal. sirius, james and peter engaging back into their normal conversation. you were quieter however. remus remained quiet as well, noticing the dejected look on your face. he gave you a comforting smile across the table and you gave him a weak one in return.

at that moment, you wished nothing more to be lily evans.

your smile is like a breath of spring your voice is soft like summer rain and i cannot compete with you jolene.

"i don't want to feel like a second choice to you james! i love you." you sighed. this was yours and james's first argument. and you HATED it.

"i love you too y/n, of course you're not my second choice!" james tries to comfort you.

"i just feel like you're just settling for me because lily doesn't like you!" you admitted.

"well that's not true y/n, i told you.. i was using lily to coverup my feelings for you." james lets out a exasperated sigh.

"sometimes it doesn't feel that way james, i don't want to be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her (iykyk)" you rub your forehead with your hand.

"y/n.." james puts his arm around you. "it's you i'm dating.. not evans. don't be jealous!"

you scoff. "of course i'm jealous, she's beautiful and you were obsessed with her long before dating me."

"and i'm not anymore. just drop it y/n. i love you not her." james frowns.

you sigh and cave in.

"i don't like arguing with you james." you say, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"i don't like arguing with you either y/n" he sighs, and pulls you closer.

you couldn't stop thinking about lily though. you were friends with her, and she would never intentionally hurt you. you knew deep down james still liked her, feelings don't go away that easy.

he talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing i can do to keep from crying when he calls your name jolene

gryffindor house were infamous for throwing the best parties. and tonight was living proof. gryffindor had just won a quidditch match against slytherin which of course meant a big celebration. and of course, your boyfriend and captain of the team james potter was the main centre of attention.

"he's nuts." you shake your head at sirius, when you see james dancing and obnoxiously singing to dancing queen by abba in the middle of the common room.

"he's bloody brilliant." sirius takes a sip of firewhiskey, chuckling.

the man in question headed towards you.

"y/n, would you care to join me." he jokingly bows down, holding his hand out for you to take.

"indeed i would." you giggle and take his hand.

he pulls you to the middle of the common room, twirling you around/ you laugh and join in singing and dancing. you could tell he was a little drunk but you didn't mind.

as the party went on, you had somehow lost contact with james. he was a social butterfly of course, probably talking to his friends. you yourself were stood with marlene, dorcas and lily, sipping your drinks, giggling at the antics of some of your housemates.

the party eventually thinned out, at about 3 in the morning, when mcgonagall told them to quiet down. eventually it was just you and as you looked towards the jukebox (which was playing jolene by dolly parton) remus carrying a half unconscious james.

you walked up to the two.

"he's drunk too much." remus chuckles.

"unsurprising, i'm sure he had already had about 4 firewhiskeys in the first hours." you smile affectionately at james.

remus notices your smile, and smiles wider.

"you don't usually come to parties, do you remus?" your question catches remus off guard.

"n-no i don't. just wanted to support my friends." he responds, knowing that was probably a good answer judging by the smile on your face.

you turn back to look at james.

"let's get you to bed ay?" you say, trying to wake him.

"l-lily?" james whispers, seemingly in his sleep.

your heart dropped. of course he was dreaming about lily.

"i'm not lily." you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

remus sees your face and is quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he probably doesn't know any better." he says.

you nod and sit down on one of the armchairs.

how could you ever compete with lily evans?

[stxrsberkshire]

Somethin’ Stupid

Cedric Diggory x Reader

“What the hell happened to her?” Ron asked referring to his friend pacing back and forth and looking sheepish.

“Cedric Diggory happened” Harry states blankly and Ron just rolls his eyes already used to his friend freaking out daily because of Diggory.

“Why did I even bother talking to him in the first place?!” I say trying to prevent myself from crying out of embarassment, “Merlin I’m never gonna show myself again!”

“You’re being dramatic, it wasn’t that bad!” Hermione says trying to calm me down.

“Are you sure?” I ask, “She’s lying it actually was bad.” Ginny chimes in.

“Ginny! Seriously?!” Hermione yelled, “Well I don’t want to lie to her.” She shrugs.

“What exactly happened?” Ron asks.

Earlier that Afternoon

Cedric walks up to the table where the group of Gryffindors are sitting, he stops and takes a seat next to Y/n.

“Hey guys!” Cedric greets them, completely oblivious to the fact that his presence alone was able to make Y/n redder than the Weasleys’ hair

“Hello Diggory what brings you here?” George asks, “Oh well my cousin baked some cookies and she asked for my help with selling them, do you guys want to buy some? It’s only 7 sickles each.” He states.

“I’ll take one” Fred says, “I’ll take two” Ginny adds. Most of them wanted to buy cookies and so did some other Gryffindors near them that overheard, so Cedric insisted that they made a list to make things easier and to just give him the list when they’re finished.

“Alright! We’re done, Y/n you give Diggory the list.” Ginny says, “What?! Why me?!” I ask.

“Come on this is your chance to atleast have an interaction with him!” She suggests, “Yeah you could start a conversation” Hermione says, “And maybe even flirt a little!” Ginny adds, sending me a wink.

“Fine” I say as I stand up and walk to the Hufflepuff table, I poke Cedric on the back to catch his attention. He turns around slightly to take a look at who was poking him, “Oh, Y/n! It’s you!”

“Hey, so we um- I wanted to let you know that they’re done with the list.” I state trying to act cool and unbothered, obviously I failed.

“Oh great, Can I take a look?” He asks and I panic realizing that I forgot the list, Merlin why am I like this?

“Shoot, I forgot to take it from Ginny! I’ll just go and get it.” Before I can walk away he stops me, “No it’s alright I’ll just go there.” He says.

“Okay..” I say, following him to the Gryffindor Table.

“Hey you do know you forgot the list!” Ginny states, “I know!”

I stand there awkwardly next to Cedric who was checking out the list when I hear Ginny coughing to get my attention. She then mouths, “Talk to him”. Well I think that’s what she was trying to say I’m not very good at lip reading.

“So, Cedric did you help bake those cookies?” I ask in a horrid attempt to initiate conversation.

“Oh yeah, I helped my cousin out a bit.” He says, taking one glance at me before looking back to the list.

“So did you make the cookies in one of those wood-burning ovens?” I ask trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh I wasn’t really there when she actually did bake it but I’m pretty sure it was Gas.” he states.

“Gas? Wow!” I remark, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “Hey uh, y’know that smell gas has?” I pause for a second “They put that in- the gas is odorless but they add the smell so you know when there’s a leak, I read it from a book.” I rambled, “A lot of other gas smells..” I continued, “Meth- methane smells” I added.

Cedric smiles at me awkwardly, looking a bit confused. “Good to know.” He pauses not really knowing how to reply to my rant about gas, “Well I have to go, I’ll give you guys your orders tomorrow!” He says to the group before walking back to the Hufflepuff table.

“Merlin’s beard was I fucking talking to him about Gas?!” I exclaim.

The next day

I sat quietly in the library rewriting my horrible notes from Potions class when I feel someone tap on my back, I immediately panic when I turn around and find Cedric smiling at me.

“Hey Y/n!” he says before taking a seat next to me. “Hello Cedric” I reply awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze.

“So what are you doing?” He asks, trying to take a peak at what I’m writing. “Just writing some notes for potions.” I answer.

“Cool.” he says, while fiddling with his tie.

I try to break the silence by speaking up, “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday with the whole Gas thing..” I state. “Oh it’s alright, it wasn’t really a big deal” he shrugs.

“Yeah, I’m not usually awkward around people. I just get awkward around you cause I am a little intimidated by you, which is not your fault, this is totally a me problem” I continue to ramble “That’s just- I guess how I act when I have a crush on someone-“

he stops me “Wait what?”, he pauses “You have a crush on me?” He smiles.

“My god I have got to start talking less!” I say covering my face with my hands out of embarassment, Cedric only chuckles.

“You’re really cute y’know?” he teases, I only look up at him still embarassed cause of my accidental confession.

“How bout I take you out to The Three Broomsticks this weekend?” he suggests as he takes a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ears. “I’d like that.” I say giving him a sheepish smile.

He smiles at me, “So besides gas, what else do they add smell to?”

A.n: Hey guys, so as you can see my writing skills are still way below average but I’m working on it lol. I made this fic cuz I’m extremely bored and I’ve been in a robert pattinson phase these past few weeks so I figured, why not write about Cedric?

Btw credits to f.r.i.e.n.d.s- season 5: episode 19, which is where I got the whole gas thing idea from, that episode was really funny lol

Honestly I think this is shitty especially the bit with the whole list thing but idk what else to put there so I just did that

Well that’s it, I hope y’all like it!!

A.N number 2: I WROTE THIS MONTHS AGO, BUT I LEFT THIS IN MY DRAFTS CUZ AT THE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS HORRIBLE AND CRINGE, I STILL THINK IT IS CRINGE NOW BUT WHY NOT POST IT IDK JUST PLS DON’T JUDGE LOL LUV YALL

[bettysupremacy]

sirius x shy! reader on a picnic date by the black lake!!!

i wrote this in one sitting (something I’m not known for) thank you for your request!! cw lots of food mentions

“-and strawberry’s, and watermelon, and-“ Sirius’s voice dies off at your giggles. “What are you smiling at, giggly?”

“So much fruit, Siri, how are we supposed to eat it all?”

He smiles, chest puffed out in a way that has your heart clenching in achy warm love. “Gotta keep my girl fed.”

“Fed, not stuffed.”

He shakes his head. “To be fed is to be stuffed, no?”

You shake your head back. “Not stuffed like a pig!”

He smiles back at you, basking in your light. It’s a warm day, teetering on too warm, but that makes it perfect for picnics and fruit. Plus, your gaze does nothing to cool his cheeks.

He’d like to think himself a flirt, but when he’s out here, alone, with you? He’s bound to stumble over a few words.

He leans toward you from where his elbow supports his weight on a thin blanket. “I think you’d be a very cute stuffed pig.” He pokes your tummy.

“I don’t.” You scooch away from his prodding fingers. “Cut me open later and I’ll be full of strawberries.”

“I would never cut you open.” He frowns, though the ghost of a smile lilts on his lips.

“You’d never?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Or roast me over a fire?”

He throws a blueberry and it hits your chest, thudding into your lap. “What do you think of me!”

“I think you just called me a cute pig!”

He laughs, amused giggles tearing through his chest. “You’d be a very cute piggy!” He doubles down. “What? With the nose and the little tail?”

“I can’t believe this.” You turn away, faux offended.

He reaches for your leg, but you’re too far to touch. “I’d still love you.”

“If I were a pig?” Your eyes peek towards his.

He nods seriously. “I’d feed you strawberries and take you down to the lake.”

“That’s sweet.” You mumble, though, his grin growing anywhere but sweet.

“And I’d make you a straw bed next to mine, because Merlin knows you’re not sleeping in mine.”

You gasp and his giggles come peeling out harder.

“I’m leaving this picnic.” Your hand pushes into the blanket, thin enough to feel the soft grass below. “I will not be treated like this.”

His head thuds to the ground softly as he drops from the growing laughter. He wipes his watery eyes, head turning to look at you. “Don’t leave me, baby.”

“Go get your new girlfriend to picnic with you on a free Sunday.”

He gasps accused, though the smile doesn’t drop. “Who?”

“Miss Piggy.” You cross your arms petulantly.

He’s silent, looking into your eyes, mouth tight, before dropping back down and covering his mouth to giggle again.

“I’ll have Marlene give you her number.” You walk off, no destination in mind, cause you know he’ll follow.

He doesn’t know what the muggle term give you her number means, but he knows it’s probably not good.

“I don’t want her number.” His voice grows closer. You don’t look back.

“I’ll be taking my pillow from your dorm.”

His large hand closes around your forearm. “Don’t do that.”

“Right, you’d never make Miss piggy sleep on straw.”

His chest deflates quickly in held laughter. “I wouldn’t, but that’s not the point.” He stops you from leaving. “I’d rather you than Miss Piggy.”

“Really?” You know the answer, chasing after the affirmations you know he’ll give without a fuss.

“Really, baby.” His nose comes down to nudge yours. “And I’d really like a kiss.” His hand tightens around your arm. “From my real girlfriend.”

You give it to him, letting his warm lips press down on your own softly. “That was nice.”

He smiles, dipping down to kiss you again. “I won’t be mean again, piggy.”

“Oh, my god.”

He pulls you up and over his shoulder, carrying you back to the blanket before you escape. “Before we continue, do you prefer English, or oink oink?”

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· request ·:*¨༺ 9. "i thought you liked me." w/ remus you're insane for this one

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 remus being very mean 𖦹 why did i do this? idk 𖦹 remus being an asshole 𖦹 guys... seriously. why did i do this? 𖦹 what the fuck 𖦹 idk how to write endings

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 464

You and Remus have a long history. You became friends in first year and then stopped being friends in third year because he was hiding secrets from you. Then, you made up because he apologized and explained what was happening. Granted, you already knew he was a werewolf; you were just waiting for him to tell you. Now, you're in your seventh year, and you've been flirting to the point that James has been sick over it. Multiple times. 

"You look nice," You smile as he walks into the great hall."

"I just woke up, darling. Nothing special," He laughs.

"You still look nice."

He blushes so soft you can't see it.

"Merlin!" You shout, hand on your rapidly beating heart, "Why would you do that?"

Remus chuckles, "Because you're funny when you're scared."

"Oh, you find such amusement in my misery, don't you?"

"You know I love you," He smiles.

Your heart beats faster than before.

"Stop flirting!" Sirius calls; Remus rolls his eyes while heat rises to your face.

"We've got somewhere to be, mate!" James says, and Peter chimes in with a small, squeaky, "Please?"

Remus jogs up to catch his friends, but he turns around and smiles his stupid, breathtaking smile.

You slowly feel him slipping away. He spends less time with you and doesn't sit next to you in the classes he doesn't share with his friends. 

"Remus!" You call out, walking faster to catch up with his long strides. He looks back and, upon seeing who was calling him, turns back around and keeps walking.

He doesn't really talk to you anymore; you give him the benefit of the doubt. It's close to the full moon, but you're working on something for him. Walking up to him, you tap on his shoulder, "Remus, I have a surprise," You're beaming, holding out a vile.

"What's this?" He takes the potion between his fingers, inspecting it in the light.

"Wolfsbane," You smile.

He licks his lips, "Why?"

You sharply inhale, "Cos... you're my friend."

He shrugs, "Thanks." And, with that, he's gone.

You feel frigid. Remus is suddenly gone from your life again—he was the only thing keeping you warm. He's been looking away when you make eye contact, and he hasn't talked to you once.

One day, you corner him, scolding, "Remus, what are you doing?! Why are you ruining us again?" Your face drops, "Why did you leave?"

He swallows, "Sorry."

You stare at him, "Sorry? That's all you have to say? After everything, that's it?"

His mouth opens, only to close again.

"You know..." You sharply inhale, "I thought you liked me. For so long, I thought I had a chance. Thank you for making it clear I don't."

"You're welcome."

He walks away—you never speak again.

sorry🤗

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[mistiell]

Oblivious

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Gryffindor! Reader

Summary: You and Sirius have been pining over each other for years. When he asks you to come with him to a family gathering as his girlfriend, your feelings become impossible to ignore

Warnings: Mutual pining, fake dating trope, Sirius’ parents might be a little ooc, Walburga’s a grade A bitch to reader, Blood prejudice (I think that’s what it’s called?? Reader’s a halfblood), I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 4k

A/N: Okay so I had to delete the original post because it posted the unfinished version and wouldn’t let me save any edits. Hopefully this one works. I hope you enjoy.

“No.”

“Y/n, please—.”

“Sirius, I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend to please your parents at a family gathering!” You laugh incredulously, continuing to walk through the now dwindling crowd of students in the corridor. It’s honestly ridiculous. You’re shocked that he even thought about asking you considering the fact that he’s got a new person on his arm every other week, “Besides, why would you ask me of all people? What happened to Esther? You two seemed to be pretty cozy last I checked.”

He rolls his eyes and looks at you like what he says next is entirely obvious to everyone but you, “He’s sweet, but there could never be anything serious between us.”

“Why not?”

‘Because I’m in love with you, you oblivious git!’ He wants to say, but holds his tongue. Instead, he glances away from you and shrugs, “Too affectionate.” You burst out laughing at that and he glares at you through a smile, “What?”

“That is rich coming from you.” You giggle and he swears that his heart might just flutter up out of his throat at the sound.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, chuckling a little now despite himself.

You stop dead in your tracks and scoff dramatically, practically gawking at him, “Sirius, you’re joking.”

“No?” He stops and turns to you, shaking his head and laughing at the look on your face.

“You are literally the most affectionate person I know!” You exclaim, “I mean, for fuck’s sake, you made out with Audra Ferlot in the middle of the great hall! On several occasions!”

“Okay, fine! We just... don’t mesh well.” He thinks you’ve seen through his lie until you finally shrug your shoulders.

“Alright. I’m still not pretending to be your girlfriend, though.” You state, resuming your trek down the hall.

“Oh, come on!” He groans, quickly following you and falling back into line at your side.

“Seriously, though. Why me?” You ask earnestly. You try not to sound insecure but he catches it anyways. He knows you too well by now to have missed that vulnerable lilt in your tone.

“Because you’re one of my closest friends and you don’t take shit from anyone, which is a skill you’ll need if you’re going to meet my family,” He chuckles before smirking that stupid little smirk he does just before he starts flirting, “You’re also quite pretty, but that’s just a bonus.”

You make a point of gagging exaggeratedly at his comment—despite how fast your heart is racing—and he rolls his eyes, “Merlin, you’re the only girl I’ve met that gags at compliments.”

“It wasn’t the compliment I was gagging at.” You smirk, watching the looking of confusion on his face morph into bemusement.

“Har, har, very funny,” He sighs, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking again, “What do I have to do to get you to agree to this? Get on my knees and beg?”

You know he’s joking, but you smile up at him puckishly anyway, “I’d quite like that, actually.”

His brows raise a little in shock before a coy glint shines in his eyes. He takes both of your hands and slowly lowers himself to his knees, making a point of holding your gaze the entire time. You honestly didn’t expect him to do it. Part of you wants to tell him you were just fucking with him, that he can stand up, that people are staring. The other part wonders whether or not he’s actually about to do this, and whether or not you really want to watch.

Apparently, you do, because the second he opens his mouth, you swear you’re just about ready to combust.

“Y/n, darling, will you please do me the great honour of being my fake girlfriend at this party? I swear, I’ll do anything you ask of me, just please, for the love of Merlin, come with me.” His words aren’t anything special, but the way he says them has your face catching fire and your heart thudding rapidly against your ribs. Despite how exaggerated it is, his voice is soft and pleading, his expression only stressing that last part. He’s looking up at you through his lashes, brows quirked up into the most damning puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Between the way he’s looking at you and the feeling of his skin against yours, you swear your heart might very well beat out of your chest. You swallow, and in a flustered panic, you utter the faintest, “Okay.”

His eyes light up and you swear if he were in his animagus form, his tail would be kicking up dust with how hard it would be wagging, “Okay?”

“Okay.” You huff, tugging on his hands to get him to stand up again. When he does, he’s so close that you have to look up a little to make eye contact, and when you do, you swear you just barely catch his gaze lingering on your lips before it lowers further. It’s then that you realize you’re still holding his hands. You all but snatch yours away and clear your throat awkwardly, “I have a few rules, though.”

“Naturally.” He smiles, beaming at you so brightly you swear you might go blind.

“Number one, no kissing.” He throws his head back and groans dramatically at that and you smack his chest, earning a very dramatic ‘ow!’ in response, “Number two, limited touching-.”

“Limited?” He smirks, that familiar cockiness laced in his tone, “That mean I can touch you a little?”

“Keep pushing your luck and I’ll revoke that privilege all together,” He shuts his mouth.

“Third,” Part of you doesn’t even want to set this rule, but you know you’ll be better off if you do, “The second the party’s over, we pretend it never happened.”

His smile falters a little at that. Just barely, but you catch it. He doesn’t protest though, just nods his head and offers you his hand, “Deal.”

You smile and nod, taking his hand and giving it a good shake.

“The party is at my place this Saturday. I’d say you should be there around seven thirty or so. You know where I live, right?” He asks, and when you shake your head, he pulls out a piece of parchment and scribbles his address down for you, folding it into quarters before handing it over.

“Is there a dress code?” You ask, though you already have an idea of what to expect.

He hums and glances away, thinking for a moment before turning his attention back on you, “Wear something formal and expensive looking.”

“Yes, because I definitely have something like that floating around in my closet.” He rolls his eyes and pulls out a pouch of coins, counting out twelve galleons and handing them over.

“There. That should be enough for a nice looking dress.” He smiles, chuckling when you splutter and try to hand it back to him.

“Wh— Sirius, this is way too much!” You exclaim, trying to follow him as he starts walking away, “I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can. I asked you to do this, the least I can do is pay for your outfit.”

“Wh— I can’t— it’s too much!” You repeat, watching as he grows further away and laughs, turning on his heals to walk backwards so he can look at you.

“Remember, something expensive looking!” He calls before disappearing around the corner, leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway. When the late bell rings you curse, scrambling to shove the coins in your own coin pouch.

“Fucking, dick.” You mutter, slinging your bag back over your shoulder before rushing to your next class.

———

Three days later, you’re walking down the street in search of 12 Grimmauld Place dressed in, ironically, the most expensive black dress you’ve ever purchased. When you reach number eleven and look the the house beside it, you notice the number thirteen beside the door and frown. You look across the street, wondering if perhaps the numbers alternated between even and uneven depending on which side if the street they were on, despite the fact that they hadn’t up until this point, and find that the numbers continue linearly in the forties instead of teens.

You huff and turn to look back at numbers eleven and thirteen. It was unlikely that Sirius had made a mistake when he gave you his address — Who forgets where they’ve lived for their entire life? — but at this point, you were ready to give up. That is, until the space between the two houses begins widening, a third slowly appearing in front of you. Your jaw drops as the place literally manifests in front of you. Never in your life have you seen something like this, you weren’t even aware this was possible.

Eventually, a set of steps appears leading up to the door, if you could even call it that, for when you finally reach it, you realize it doesn’t have a handle. The only thing that tells you that this is, in fact, the front door is a silver knocker in the shape of a serpent that sits in the middle. Hesitantly, you knock thrice with the knocker and rock back and forth on your heels, heart fluttering nervously in your chest. It feels like ages before it opens to reveal Sirius, who lights up at the sight of you.

“Y/n!” He beams, stepping aside to let you in and guiding you into what you can only describe as the most grande entry way you’ve ever seen. You’re halfway through gawking at the place when you feel Sirius’ hand on the small of your back, heart leaping to your throat as you stop yourself from jumping, “You look stunning.”

“Thanks.” You smile, finding him looking you up and down when you finally look back at him. You smirk, a little rush of confidence flooding your veins, “My eyes are up here, pretty boy.”

His eyes snap back up to yours and you swear his face flushes red as he chuckles, “Sorry.”

“S’alright.” You smile, taking the time to take in his outfit. He looks devilishly handsome in a white dress shirt and black slacks, a couple buttons undone on his top to showcase just a bit of his collarbone, a move that you’re sure was meant to piss off his mother.

He clears his throat and you look back up to find a cocky smirk hung on his lips, “My eyes are up here, pretty girl.” You open and close your mouth a few times, cheeks aflame, and Sirius laughs, “You’re cute when you’re flustered. Did you know that?”

“I— Erm, no.” You stutter. You never doubted his abilities but merlin, he’s doing a damn good job at acting like he’s your boyfriend. You figure you should start playing your part too, but every touch, every nickname, every stupid flirtatious remark has your mind drawing a blank.

Just then, a woman exits the living room and comes strutting up to you gracefully, head held high and back straight as a rod while she nurses a fancy glass of what you think is champagne in one hand. By the way Sirius deflates beside you, hand sliding to pull you a little closer to him by your waist subconsciously, you can only assume this is his mother.

“Y/n, I presume.” She looks you up and down and you adjust your dress nervously, suddenly feeling very small, “When my son told me he had a girlfriend, I certainly wasn’t expecting… you.” You aren’t entirely sure if it’s an insult when you catch the way she’s looking at you, more curious and a tad judgemental rather than disdainful, “A Slytherin, are you?”

“Oh, erm— No. Gryffindor.” You smile a tight lipped smile as you watch the curiosity slip from her gaze, being replaced with the disdain you were worried about.

“What a shame. I’d have thought my son could do better.” She hums. Christ, barely three feet in the door and you’re already being criticized.

“Mother—.”

“He could.” You straighten your posture to appear a bit more confident despite how nervous you actually feel, “But definitely not with a Slytherin.”

Sirius snorts beside you before clearing his throat awkwardly and willing his face into a neutral expression. This is why he brought you. Well, this and the fact that he’d madly in love with you, but he tries not the think about the latter.

Walburga purses her lips and raises a brow at you, but stays quiet, much to Sirius’ surprise. She shoots him a disapproving look before disappearing into the living room, leaving you and Sirius alone in the entry way.

“That was bloody brilliant!” He whisper yells, grinning from ear to ear, “I knew bringing you was a good idea.”

“Yeah, well, it certainly wasn’t a good idea for my blood pressure.” You titter, hand placed on your chest to will your heart rate to slow down. He laughs and starts guiding you into the living room by the small of your back.

“So, who’s who?” You whisper and he jerks his head subtly towards the man standing next to his mother.

“That’s my father. The two they’re speaking to are my aunt and uncle, Cygnus and Druella.” He’s dipped his head closer to whisper to you, breath ghosting the shell of your ear. You swallow thickly, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end with how close he is, “You know Reg, of course.”

“Oh, of course. Who could forget him.” You chuckle and he snorts, laughing a little with you. The boy in question is currently stood off to the side, that familiar brooding aura practically engulfing him.

“He is quite the character, isn’t he.” You giggle at that and he grins. 

“Sirius.” Your attention turns back in the direction of Sirius’ parents to find them directly in front of you. You startle and Orion laughs, a sound that you honestly didn’t think he was capable of making based on what Sirius has told you about him, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh, um, it’s alright.” You titter, chancing a glance at Sirius and finding him tense beside you. You look back to Orion and offer your hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Likewise.” He gives you a tight lipped smile and it’s then that you realize this is just for show. He disapproves of you just as much as Walburga does. You shift your weight between your feet nervously. You know this is just for tonight, that none of this is real, but a part of you had hoped Sirius’ parents would at least give you a chance. Probably because a part of you hoped he would give you a chance. Merlin, this was a stupid idea. Why did you ever agree to this—?

Sirius gives your waist a gentle squeeze before subtly rubbing your side with his thumb over the fabric of your dress. A way to say ‘I’m here. Calm down.’ without drawing too much attention. He can practically feel your nerves radiating off of you. Little does he know, his touch is doing absolutely nothing to calm your racing heart.

“Sirius mentioned we’d finally be meeting you today.” You attention focuses back on the man in front of you and you smile.

“Finally? Has he mentioned me before?” You ask, looking to Sirius and finding his face flushed.

“In passing, yes.”

“Though I can’t begin to understand why.” His mother mutters and your stomach twists into a knot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, you aren’t a fan of confrontation, but the words have left your mouth before you can really think about the consequences.

“My son in love with a half-breed like you?” She scoffs, and that knot in your stomach pulls taut, “I can only wonder what possessed him to even consider it.”

“Half-breed? What—?”

“Your father is F/n L/n, correct? Successful, powerful. Any witch in her right mind would have married him in a heartbeat,” you swallow thickly, glancing at Sirius to find him scowling at Walburga, though she pays him no mind. Instead, her gaze is focused entirely on you, “But no. He went and married your mother, a muggle.”

“How did you—?” How did you know that? Is what you were about to ask, but you don’t get the chance.

“We have eyes and ears everywhere, miss L/n.” She states, gaze cold and unwavering, “You’ll find it is impossible to hide anything from us for long. Especially when your sorry excuse for a mother is married to one of the most successful men in the wizarding world.”

You find that the shame that’s been building in your gut shifts, anger flaring hot and bright in its place. Your eyes darken and your gaze hardens, spine straightening as your anger gives you a new found sense of confidence.

“You have no right to speak of my mother that way.” You state, tone firm and deadly. It almost dares her to do it again, to see what happens.

She quirks a brow at you, face screwing up into a scowl, “Talking back to your elders. Has no one taught you respect?”

“Respect is a two way street, Mrs. Black,” You state, watching her scowl deepen, “Whether you’re my elder or not.”

“How dare you.” She hisses, and Sirius goes rigid beside you, grip tightening on your waisy, “I refuse to be disrespected like this in my own house! Especially not by a filthy mudblood like yourself.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and the anxiety that’s been building in your chest reaches a breaking point, each breath feeling shallower than the last.

“Leave.” She states, leaving no room for arguments, “I don’t ever want to see your face here again.”

“Gladly.” You glower, pulling away from Sirius and speed walking towards the door.

You hear him call your name but you pay him no mind, storming out of his house despite the fact that it’s now pouring. It takes mere seconds for the rain to soak through your clothes and wreck your makeup, though it’s unclear whether your mascara is running due to weather or your tears. You can hear Sirius calling your name over the sound of droplets showering the pavement, hear his steps splashing over the sidewalk. 

“Y/n, wait! Please!” He grasps your wrist and turns you around, face falling further when he sees the look on your face.

“What?” You ask, voice thick with tears, “What do you want? If you expect me to go back in there, you’re wasting your time.”

“I don’t. I came to see if you’re alright—.”

“Of course I’m not alright! Your mother practically ripped me apart in there!” You exclaim and he winces. You laugh wryly and stare off behind him, holding the sides of your head in your hands before running them down your face and letting them fall limp at your sides, “Y’know, there was actually a part of me that wanted this to work out. I thought that if they liked me, maybe—.” You stop yourself short, swallowing the lump in your throat.

He steps into your space and tentatively takes your hand, “Maybe what?”

You suck in a shuddering breath and shake your head, hair hanging wet in your peripherals when you lower your head to stare at the ground. 

“Hey,” His touch is as soft as his voice when he tilts your head up to look at him, “Maybe what?”

You stare up at him earnestly, eyes wide and glassy. When you finally speak, your voice is wobbly and barely louder than the rain falling around you, “I thought maybe you’d… I don’t know, maybe you’d want me? I thought if they approved, you might want to keep me around. Not just as your friend.”

“Y/n, I…” He wets his lips and seems to think for a moment before sighing with a small smile, “Fuck it.”

 In an instant his hands are cradling your face and his lips are on yours. You let out a small sqeak of surprise before you’re kissing back, hands sliding up to grip his collar and pull him ever closer. He chuckles through his nose and you feel the vibrations tickle your lips, his breath fanning over your cheeks in short bursts as his thumbs softly caress your cheekbones. The kiss is languid, almost overwhelming, the both of you savouring what you’ve denied each other for so long.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths mingling in the space between you. His hands leave your face only to settle on your waist to bring you closer.

“What was that for?” You ask softly and he snorts before throwing his head back and breaking out into a fit of laughter. You can’t help but laugh a little with him, “What’s so funny?”

“Merlin, how much is it going to take for you to get it?” He chuckles, his laughter dying down and being replaced with an almost unbearably soft smile. He tucks a few wet strands of hair behind your ears and cups your face again, voice soft but firm, “I already want you, Y/n. I’ve always wanted you.”

“Really?” You utter, and he can’t help but think that it’s entirely unfair for you to still look so beautiful with your makeup running and your face all flushed and blotchy from crying.

He guides your face closer to press a kiss between your brows before pulling back to look at you again, “Really.”

You beam at him and lean up to kiss him again before pulling back suddenly, “Oh.”

“What?” He frowns.

“I think we broke one of my rules.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Yeah, I think we did,” He smiles, looking down at your lips again, “But really, when have we ever cared about rules?”

“We?” You quirk a brow and he laughs.

“Okay, when have I ever cared about rules.” he pecks your lips, “Better?” 

“Better.” You giggle, leaning up to press a few more soft and sweet kisses to his lips.

————

Just over a week later, you’re sat in the Gryffindor common room. With it being Saturday, you decide to spend a bit of time reading before your friends decide to finally drag you out with them.

You’re curled up against the arm of the sofa with your book, thoroughly lost in the story when you hear James and Sirius bickering about something as they come down the stairs, Peter and Remus following close behind.

“You are so, painfully wrong, prongs.” Sirius laughs before spotting you and practically draping himself against your side. He pulls you close with the arm around your shoulders and you lean into him when he pecks your cheek, “Hello, love.”

“Hi.” You smile, shifting to lean against him instead of the sofa. You catch James looking between the two of you suspiciously and frown, “What?”

“What is this?” He asks, gesturing between the two of you with his pointer finger.

You turn to Sirius to find an amused look hung on his face, “You didn’t tell him?”

“Tell me what?” James asks, looking thoroughly confused.

“I wanted to see how long it would take for him to figure it out.” Sirius says, watching the look of realization dawn on his best friend’s face, “Looks like the answer is a week.”

“Oh my god!” He exclaims, “Fucking finally! Merlin, we were all so sick of watching you two pine over each other like love sick puppies.”

“To be fair, one of them is a love sick puppy.” Remus smirks and you chuckle at the halfhearted glare Sirius aims at him.

“Sod off, Moony.” He laughs.

“So, how’d it happen? Did he finally confess his undying love for you?” James asks and you chuckle, sharing a look with Sirius.

“It’s kind of a long story.”

[pollyna]

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#5

au in which Maverick, Goose, Iceman and Slider have weekend in Las Vegas before going to Top Gun and they don't know each other but Mav and Ice, Pete and Tom, immediately start flirting and, by the end of the night, they're drunk enough they get married without remembering a lick of it the morning after but with all the legal paperwork in order and the rings on their fingers. But it takes then almost two days to connects the dots and, at that point, they're already in different places.

The first day of Top Gun, when Mav sees Ice sitting a couple of rows behind him, and hi husband and Slider would like to die because seriously him?! Oh god Thomas. But all Ice can do is smile and wave back.

705 note - Postate 17 ottobre 2022

#4

If people give shit to Mav because nobody believes he's married to someone with a boring name like Tom, when they ask Iceman who he's married to and he answers Pete, everybody smiles along, and yeah, yeah, it does make sense. Pete could be a lawyer, a kindergarten teacher, a doctor or a botanist, it wouldn't be very relevant because Pete is the man Admiral Kazansky goes on trips with, to hike in Yellowstone Park and to skydive that time he was bored and without anything to do. Pete is the man who sometimes makes him lunch and always, always, leaves little silly notes in the admiral's jacket when he has long meetings and conferences outside the national border. Pete, who asked Tom to marry him back in '91 and said yes when Tom asked in '11. Pete is a calm, normal, borderline boring, and composed person who loves the Admiral and likes a peaceful and relaxed life.

Yeah, exactly that Pete.

(But then Tom introduces his husband to them, and they can be admirals or secretaries or janitors alike, and everyone thinks that they really really don't know Admiral Kazansky at all.)

((Mav's favourite story is about that time Ice introduced him to Admirals Simpson and Cain. Years later, he's still crying for how much he laughs when he tells the tale.))

726 note - Postate 4 novembre 2022

#3

au in which nobody believes Maverick is married, even less to some random civilian guy named Tom, until one day Rare Admiral Kazansky comes around for a surprise inspection and the first thing he does, just after shaking hands with the capitan of the carrier, is kissing Pete hello. Hi babe, he says before kissing him again. Hi babe Pete answers, hands around Tom's face and everybody is staring but honestly now that his husband is there who gives a fuck what everybody believes or not.

818 note - Postate 12 settembre 2022

#2

Why Iceman and Maverick are the worst kept secret of the Navy:

*Mav passes a pen to Iceman*: *they look each other in the eyes for 0.3 seconds*

Hollywood *from the other part of the class not whispering at all*: oh no Wolf do something they're going start making out again!!!!!

Slider *finds them kissing in their room* *screaming to Merlin on the other end of the hall full of sailors*: fouND THEM. THEY WERE ALMOST FUCKING. SUNNY OWNS ME FIFTY BUCKS.

Goose *blocking the use of the bathroom to everybody and the Admirals at the O-bar*: sorry folks, our estimated pilots are settling a score 😏

Ice *coming out of the bathroom and looking suspiciously happy*: why everybody is start at us?

Mav: I don't know. Wanna go home?

Ice *looking softly at him*: yeah, yeah, let's go home

Everybody else and the Admirals: 😳

850 note - Postate 10 settembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Pete and Tom's wedding, spring '91.

Source: twitter.

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[tiodolma]

Here are few more scenes from that bethrothed plot from asks.

Guinevere & Arthur: *talking and flirting*

Morgan: Brother, I have just met the daughter of the Earl of London! Come, you must have a dance with her.

Arthur: I cannot. I’m otherwise occupied with-

Morgan: The court expects that you dance with all eligible ladies of marriageable age. It will give the wrong impression if you spend your with the lady Guinevere all the time.

Arthur: Y-You’re right, of course. But-

Morgan: Then, come! *drags him away from Guinevere*

Guinevere:😡

A while later…

Merlin: *looks at a fuming Guinevere* I see that you have managed to make Leontes’ widow mad.

Morgan: *focus on her brother who’s dancing with yet another lady instead* Good, she should know her place as my brother’s wife isn’t guaranteed.

Merlin: They’re destined to be together.

Morgan: You forget, dearest, that she’ll also prove to be the downfall of Camelot.

Merlin: It could be different.

Morgan: Not what I saw.

…

Morgan: *flirts with King Urien*

Merlin: *appears out of nowhere* Your majesty, you would not mind if I steal my bethrothed for a dance, do you?

Urien: O-Of course not!

Merlin: Darling, shall we?

Morgan: We shall. *gritted teeth*

Minutes later…

Morgan: That was unnecessary. I was simply talking with-

Merlin: Not just talking, you were batting your eyelashes at him.

Morgan: None of your business.

Merlin: Not if it involves how it will look to the court of Camelot.

…

Morgan & Merlin: *discussing about the kingdom*

Arthur: *sighs bored*

Kay: They’re still talking about the same topic?

Arthur: They can’t make up their minds about it.

Kay: Huh, they’re taking advising you very seriously.

Arthur: Too seriously. They won’t even let me talk to lady Guinevere without a chaperone.

Kay: *laughs at his brother’s predicament*

Arthur: It’s not funny. Sister Sybille watches us like a hawk.

This is so asfsdgjklll i love it

[dyns33]

Flufftober 20 - Kingsman

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniel x reader

Halloween parties were more or less normal parties for the Kingsman agents. After all, this holiday was not really important for English people, and even less for secret agents who took their job very seriously. It had changed a bit since Eggsy had arrived, some agents accompanied him for a few drinks at the pub, but nothing more.

Halloween parties were very different for the Stateman agents.

Because this holiday was very important to Americans, who liked to do things big.

When they invited their new European friends, it was at first a kind of joke. They didn't think they would accept. But Eggsy insisted that they go, saying that it would be good for the agreement and the collaboration between the two agencies.

And of course, this would be an opportunity to relax.

Merlin and Harry weren't really convinced, but Y/N agreed that it could be fun. It would also be a way to study the workings of the Stateman, just in case. This was the argument that convinced everyone.

They all arrive in their work suits, and all eyes turn to them. Everyone else was in disguise, the room filled with vampires, ghosts, and other supposedly scary creatures, staring at them as if they were the monsters.

           "...You didn't tell us we had to pick disguises, Eggsy." Merlin muttered, leaning towards the young agent.

           "Well, it's Halloween, man. That's kind of the idea."

           "But you're not disguised either."

           "It's for kids. I came to drink, and if asked, I'll say that you forbade me to put on a ridiculous disguise. Or that I'm one of the Men in Black. I just have to find sunglasses."

After that, he went for the bar, leaving them alone. Sighing, Merlin went to join Champagne, to try to have a little interesting conversation, while Harry found a corner away from the crowd, in order to observe and check that his young friend wasn't doing anything stupid.

Y/N stood alone by the door, unsure of what to do.

As she decided to join Eggsy at the bar, a hand placed on her shoulder and a glass appeared in front of her eyes. A glass of whisky.

           "Hello Jack." she said without looking at him, taking the glass he was offering to her.

           "Sweetheart, you look gorgeous as always. A vision. But maybe a little too much 'work place' for tonight, right ?"

           "I point out that you are dressed exactly as usual too."

           "Wrong !" he was indignant, showing her his outfit. "I'm a sheriff. I have nice boots, an old gun and a nice star that proves my authority. Besides, I should arrest you for not wearing a disguise at a Halloween party."

           "There." Y/N replied, taking his hat and putting it on her head. "I'm a cowgirl who decided to put on a fancy costume for a night out. Happy ?"

He didn't answer, staring at her with a funny look, before nodding and drinking his drink. An agent then called him and he excused himself to join some of his colleagues.

Not wishing to be alone, but not finding Eggsy, who must have been drunk somewhere, nor Harry, who must be trying to prevent Eggsy from causing a catastrophe, Y/N went to stand next to Merlin.

In addition to Champagne, Ginger and Tequila had joined the conversation, talking about politics, the cultural differences between their countries, and everything but work. Everything was going perfectly well, until the three American agents looked at her to ask her opinion on a subject, and they froze at the same time.

           "Is... Is this Whiskey's hat ?" Ginger asked with wide eyes.

           "Yes."

           "Holy mother of God." Tequila hissed as if something horrible had just happened. "We talked about it, but I didn't think it would ever happen."

           "Talked about what ?"

           "Nothing, nothing at all."

When the two agencies were teaming up to solve a problem, Y/N and Whiskey were often working together. There had been some teasing about it, some even rumours, but in truth nothing had ever happened between them.

They got along well, they flirted a little for fun, and maybe Y/N wouldn't have been against more, but it wasn't very professional, besides being potentially dangerous.

She didn't think Jack was interested in that way anyway, between his complicated past and his need to flirt with absolutely everyone.

And now his colleagues were looking at her strangely, or rather looking at the hat she was wearing, as if it meant something very important.

After all, all Stateman agents had cowboy hats. Except maybe Ginger. Even with their disguises, they all wore it, even Champagne the Frankenstein or Tequila the ghost.

A sheet with two eye holes and a cowboy hat. He could also have chosen Cousin Itt.

           "He gave you his hat, finally." sighed Ginger. "I mean, that's nice."

           "Actually, I took it from him."

           "Oh, dear, you don't take a Stateman's hat without their permission, or you lose your fingers, and I see you still have yours. So he gave it to you."

After saying that, the director of the Stateman gave her a wink, accompanied by a small smile.

Merlin hadn't said anything, just looking at her with his nervous gaze, shaking his head to let her know that she might have to get back to agent Whisky soon.

Y/N found him on the balcony, finishing his drink and watching Harry, who was trying to stop Eggsy from undressing to dive into the hotel pool.

           "You English, pretending to be super classy, ​​but after two beers, showing true face."

           "A friendly face that inspires confidence ?"

           "Yeah. Are you having fun, sweetheart ?"

           "It depends. Some look at my head like I just accepted a marriage proposal."

           "Your head ? Oh, right." he said, turning around and rediscovering his hat. "I didn't think you were going to keep wearing it. Don't mind the others, they're stupid."

           "Does it mean anything special when a Stateman gives someone his hat ?"

           "Not at all."

           "Yet you made a weird face too when I put it on." she remarked, staring at him straight in the eye.

           "You surprised me. It looks good on you. And... Yeah, okay, I like you wearing my hat, it's out. My hat on you, it's... It's nice. "

Not knowing what to say, Y/N said nothing. If she reacted badly, it could harm their future collaboration, and their relationship.

Their friendship, of course. Nothing more.

           "I... I can take it back, if it makes you uncomfortable."

           "No !" she said too quickly, without thinking, putting her hand on the hat. "I mean… That's my disguise tonight. I'm Agent Whiskey. I'll be ridiculous without it."

           "I thought you were a cowgirl ?"

           "I said that, but because I'm on an undercover mission, sweetheart."

Her attempt to mimic his accent and his small smile made him laugh. But he didn't seem to forget what she had just done, pointing his finger at her head.

           "You can keep it, if you want."

           "Damn, don't tell me it's really like a wedding ring."

           "No. Why are you... Hey ! Leave ! Private conversation !"

Turning around, Y/N saw several agents of the Stateman, and Merlin, who had approached to listen. They ran around laughing and telling them they had to stop being stupid. Tequila added that he had won the bet.

           "The bet ?"

           "Ignore them, sweetheart, I told you, they're stupid."

           "Yes."

           "Hmm."

           "Yes, I want to keep the hat."

           "Oh. Nice. Very nice." he repeated, waddling nervously, before taking her hand to kiss it and ask her if she wanted to dance.

Maybe future Halloween parties still wouldn't be special for the Kingsman.

But they would be for Y/N and Jack.

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Rip Arthur Pendragon he would’ve loved Trolls 3

[tiffanylamps]

So, episode 1 jwds is on my mind again and I'm here to prove that this episode has all the ingredients to be a... quirky... rom-com... please bear with me and trust the vision (and don't take this too seriously, cause i'm not taking it seriously either)

(get a drink and strap in.... I'm going to mock them)

ahh yes, it's Romeo and Juliet but instead of a fish tank, it's a partitioning wall in a police station, and instead of a masquerade ball, it's a weaponized meet cute

we have the boys making comments about the new inspector. The editing in this scene makes a big point to show that DS is suuuuuper not interested in the conversation, oooohh noo, he doesn't care about the new inspector. Why would he? He's just some guy. He's not even listening to the conversation about how the new inspector is super smart, really physically fit, comes from a top university, graduated top of his year, and is very handsome.... who is also the son of the man connected to his sister's disappearance? oh. But Dong Sik doesn't care, you guys. He's not listening to the conversation!! Right, Dong Sik???

Dong Sik??

Oh, so you were listening... and you are interested.

Hm.

also...

(it's the same scene.... js. timestamp: 2.10)

and how can we forget that Han Joo Won ISN'T HIS TYPE (he is) HOW ARE ANYONE SUGGEST SUCH A THING! (no one did) HOW DARE THEY BRING IT UP (he brought it up)

you know... when i introduce myself to someone, i also like to be standing so close that my hand is basically touching their stomach

tut tut... look at him being so into Joo Won's bratty behaviour. so, jw was kinda rude to him (he's kinda into it) but it's okay bc he's got the energy of a guy who knows he can [redacted] the bad attitude out of someone.

Now, our police boys have to reassign partners and sort out hierarchies. Dong Sik doesn't care, you guys, he doesn't care! Super not interested! Barely paying attention to the convo....

until Gwang Young volunteers to be Joo Won's partner and... Dong Sik sighs and looks down??? He sure seems to have an opinion for a guy who's pretending not to care...

our boys get paired up because... of course, they got paired up. it's for the plot and because NSB is a matchmaker. (It's Arthur and Merlin all over again....)

jfc! just bat your lashes and twirl your hair, it'll be less obvious

it only took you an afternoon to get your hands on the new inspector?? nice going! genuinely impressed that you found a decent bullshit excuse to feel him up

of course, Dong Sik (who doooesn't have a thing for younger bratty men) would find Joo Won's ridiculous display of "i'm a loner, no one talk to me. I'll hiss if you try and befriend me, i'm too important for genuine human connection" act to be off-putting, right?? right?? cause it's a red flag.

ffs, why is he smirking???

okay, now, he's really getting into the swing of teasing Joo Won for his contrarian shit, isn't he?? Dong Sik's flirting in episode 1 is basically "you think you're hot? well, your face might be but your personality sucks.... (but that's why i'm interested)"

then he's just straight up telling Joo Won that he likes him... but Joo Won has to go ruin things by being a little weirdo with a murder mystery plotline

speaking about murder plotlines...

I also like to flirt whilst undergoing official police business... with the guy I think has a connection to the unexplained death of an unidentified body

oh come now, is this really necessary???

Now, i know you're thinking that this poor Ahjussi is simping over the young hot bratty new-in-town inspector. "What a silly guy, he's flirting with the grumpiest guy in town. What a waste of time, jw is never going to return his feelings"... But it's is totally a two-way street from the start.

Everyone, I present to you, Han "I like to check out my suspect" Joo Won:

he likes to bite his lip whilst he looks at one of his stalker pictures of him

he gets turned on when Dong Sik recites the criminal code word-for-word by memory

he's so impressed by Dong Sik's knowledge that he takes the time to check him out as he walks across the road (even checking his mirrors as he drives past just so he can prolong looking at him)

apparently, he doesn't have "a thing" for "nut cases"... he says whilst looking the man up and down... you know? like a liar.

and sureeeee, let's have fun and pretend to believe him for a sec. Okay, he doesn't have "a thing" for an older man who he thinks is a "nut case". Fine... But that doesn't explain why

he makes it a habit of looking at his lips...

and at his stomach?? his hands??? his....??

and his arse....

he also sends a few flirtatious smiles at Dong Sik in front of their colleagues (a hjw version of a flirtatious smile is quite small)

He also sneaks in a few little looks, all before finding an excuse to have one-on-one time with him and to talk about nothing and everything. (I wonder how long Dong Sik had been out of the room before Joo Won decides to follow him. He's sooo.... ugh! this guy. if i were the gang, I would assume they have the hots for one another. the teasing, stealing glances across the dinner table, sneaking off to have private conversations??? what can i say? it seems suss)

and smiling at him... like this... after the guy, he's just accused of being a serial killer laughs at him menacingly. he finds it cute!!! he's a little weirdo who's into the guy he thinks is a sadistic serial killer... (pals, jw needs therapy asap)

So, yeah, from Dong Sik's perspective, episode 1 of Beyond Evil was a typical rom-com until Joo Won had to be a little creep and bring murder into the equation. It certainly brought a damper to their relationship but it didn't stop them from... you know...

becoming good partners...

[mediocre-daydreams]

(ch.2) i don’t do love

enough with the blackberry torment!

pairing: sirius black x female! potter! slytherin! reader

summary: james potter’s younger sister can’t tell if she adores or loathes sirius black. sirius black can’t tell if he’s an asshole for flooding the great hall in blackberries, or if he’s an asshole for flirting with his best mate’s sister. (which he’s not, of course, but hypothetically, if he was, how mad do you think james would be?)

warnings: strings of long winded insults, really dramatic ranting, an overworked slughorn who is trying so hard and loosely based off my history teacher, NO (Y/N), she/her pronouns

W/C: 2.8k

A/N: second bit done! the fear of ants translating into blackberries is a real experience of mine. i can’t tell you how many shudders i had writing this chapter. 

Blackberries were a feature of breakfast on Monday morning. You knew exactly why. Regulus took one look at your look of disgust and sighed. “Did my brother have something to do with this?” He didn’t need a verbal response to understand.

“Your brother and my brother and their stupid little boyband- they will not one up me! Not today. You know what? You know what-” You lept to your feet, practically tossing your jellied toast at the first year sitting across from you. “I’m so sorry!” You shouted back at them as you stormed to the Gryffindor table, not needing a second to spot your brother and his friends; you could follow the obnoxious noise.

“You gits! You absolute dunderheads!” You grabbed Remus and Sirius by their collars, knowing they must’ve been the masterminds behind the breakfast sabotaging. “You two little sadists think it’s so funny to exploit my childhood ant trauma for a little prank, don’t you? And you, Mr. Prefect,” you jabbed your finger into Remus’ chest.

 “How did you even- what did you two do to the poor house elves to convince them to screw up breakfast, huh? The audacity! The nerve! The gall-” Your words were lost as Sirius pulled you to sit on the bench next to him. Turning to meet his smirk, you shoved him, the bottoms of both your palms digging into his chest. He didn’t budge.

“Curse you and your stupid quidditch muscles! I swear, you’re so insufferable!”

“Good mooooornin’ bug! The weather’s lovely today, ‘innit?” James leaned over from behind Sirius to tap you on the head a few times, multiple times, too many times, and you couldn’t help but snap at him.

“It is 8AM, I woke up and found out my shoes,” you glared at Sirius, “were so chuffed that the leather has begun peeling, and now I’m wearing Marlene’s old ones because I don’t want to get dress coded, and I just got an owl telling me my new Potions textbook won’t arrive until two weeks later, so Slughorn’s gonna be so upset because I’ve already forgotten to hand in last week’s homework, and now I have to put up with you lot and your pre-pubescent, immature pranks!”

 Your chest heaved as you tried to recover from your passionate monologue. Sirius looked down at you, your cheeks tinged pink with exertion, and seemed entertained. Merlin’s beard, he makes me so furious! He’s all fun and great until he can’t take anything seriously at all and now I’ve just had a fit in front of the entirety of the Great Hall and it’s all his fault!

“Alright there, I’m sorry, yeah?” Sirius wrapped a hand around your head and pulled you into his chest, the same stupid chest which you couldn’t even shove because it was so chiseled firm, and as you buried your head into the soft fabric of his shirt beneath his robes, it wasn’t like you were even comfortable. Sirius’ chest was very much uncomfortable and you wished he would just let you go.

Sirius prayed that you were upset by the blackberries enough to distract you from his thumping heart, just above where your forehead rested. You banged your head against his chest a few times in mock anguish as Sirius ran his fingers through your hair and his other hand around your back. 

To anyone else, it would’ve seemed like an intimate embrace. To you, it was the worst morning of your life. To Sirius, it was heaven—he was getting a firsthand look at the aftereffects of his prank, and he relished every moment of it.

“Alright, Pads. Hands off my sister. As much as I love watching her in despair, I don’t love watching my mate feel her up, got me?”

You practically flung yourself away from Sirius in disgust. “That was not what we were doing, James!” Sirius plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I didn’t go too far, did I? She looks horrified. I should’ve asked before I touched her, she seemed repulsed by it. Repulsed? Is that it? She’s repulsed by me? Godric, what has she been hearing about my family in the common room? What has she been hearing about me?

James patted your back as he and Sirius bantered; you cracked your neck, staring down a bowl of blackberries. Fucking blackberries… what a prick, that Sirius Black. He’s getting such a kick out of this, isn’t he?

Your silence was not lost on Remus, ever perceptive, who leaned across the table and pushed the blackberries out of your line of sight. 

“Hey, we didn’t take it too far, right? I’m sorry, Sirius and I found the whole story cute and we didn’t realize how much it would affect you. Can I make things better? Do you need me to walk you out?” You met his eye, lips curling at his comforting smile.

“Thank you, Remus. You’re so kind, but I think I’m going to finish eating with Reg. He’s familiar with my blackberry… aversion. It’s okay, though—the prank, I mean. You couldn’t have known.” Remus sat back down, satisfied with your answer. You waved to him as you rushed over to Regulus, shaking your head at the ground in disbelief at your brother and his posse of baboons.

Sirius turned to Remus. “Reg? Did she just call my brother Reg?” Sirius snorted, taking a large swig of his orange juice and slamming the goblet onto the table with a little too much force.”

Remus shrugged. “Does it really matter?” 

Sirius grumbled. “Guess not.” His brother, Regulus Black—what was he telling you about him? The two of you had always been close, finding yourself distant from the elitist, blood supremacist Slytherins ever since being sorted in your first year. That didn’t mean you had to be his best friend or anything. Regulus Black… what was he good for anyways? What did you even see in him?

“I could hear Sirius’ voice from across the hall,” Regulus laughed, rubbing your shoulder assuredly. “Why don’t you finish your toast and then we can leave for Potions early? I hear Slughorn’s having another Slug Club event soon and rumor has it he’s getting enchanted candied oranges!” He nudged you with his elbow, prodding a smile out of you. “Eh? Eh? C’mon, I know you love ‘em.” 

You met his eye with an intense squint, which he reciprocated, as the two of you battled for dominance. You gave in the minute he waved a new piece of toast, slathered in a generous layer of orange marmalade, in front of you which he had prepared as you were off doing business with the sixth year Gryffindors. You suddenly became aware of the food redistribution around your seat—the blackberry croissants, blackberry strudels, blackberry juices, blackberry jams and jellies, blackberry pancakes, and gleaming dishes laden with heaps of ant-like blackberries had all been pushed to the side, replaced by plates stacked with golden toasts, slices of peeled oranges, little clementines in bowls, a steaming pot of oatmeal, and a little ceramic duck which poured syrup out of its bill.

“I love you,” you mumbled through your toast, eyes watering with gratitude. “I love you, and I love orange marmalade.”

The fortunate consequence of running from the blackberry-infiltrated dining hall was facing an empty classroom and having the first choice of seats. Obviously, you both dove for the window seat on the left-most side of the middle row, which had the best view for when the giant squid passed by, was just the right distance from the front to be able to read the board while not getting cold called, and close enough to the supplies cabinet so that one could rush over and gather ingredients quickly without getting caught in a line. Regulus beat you to it.

“You know what, Reg? I’ve been having a great morning and am in a cheery, giving mood today, so I will let you take the window seat with the grace and poise of the pureblood Slytherin I am.” You slid into the seat next to him, throwing your head back to dangle over the seat.

“Did I hear you right? Finally coming around to the truth, Potter? You’re a pureblood, and nothing can change that, as much as James and your blood traitor parents might try and sully your line. You’re one of us, Potter.” Mulciber, a perpetually gumpy looking Slytherin, called out at you as he and Avery sat behind you.

“Oh sure, Mulciber. I’m one of you? Please enlighten me, what does that mean? That I’m a pureblooded pug breed who can’t differentiate between my left and right?” Avery barked, much to Mulciber’s frustration.

“Potter’s got a point, actually. Remember when you stirred four times counterclockwise instead of clockwise and your potion practically exploded? I swear I have a picture of you and your boils in the infirmary somewhere…”

You grinned at Avery, who held his hand up for a high five. Regulus slapped it out of the air instead. “I’m sorry Mulciber, I really, truly am, but if I ever get a tattoo, you best believe the first one will not be some crudely designed snake worming its way out of an anatomically incorrect skull—what even is that supposed to represent, the culmination of every Slytherin cliché?” 

You patted Mulciber’s arm supportively. “It’s gonna be okay, big boy.” You reached into your bag and pressed a sugar quill into his hands—surprisingly well-manicured for such a gruff guy—as a way of amends.

“I’m only letting this slide because I have to, Potter. Slytherins have each others’ backs, as much as we may hate each other.” Mulciber bowed his head to hide a small smile. “But you can’t just bribe me with sugar quills next time.”

Slughorn’s heavy footsteps reverberated within the Potions dungeon as the last few stragglers settled into the front row.

“Look alive, folks!” Slughorn clapped his large hands together loudly, jerking more than a few students from their dozing. “Today, we’re going to be brewing…” He mimicked a drum roll on his knees, “Befuddlement Droughts! 

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, and while you weren’t alone in your appreciation for the chipper teacher, a chorus of poorly-concealed complaints filled the air. Slughorn pretended like he didn’t hear anything.

“Who can tell me what a Befuddlement Drought is?”

A couple of hands raised, but you and Regulus’s arms shot up immediately. Slughorn quirked an eyebrow, familiar with the academic competition between the two of you. This time, you were quicker than Regulus.

“The Befuddlement Drought causes the drinker to become belligerent and reckless, as it’s brewed with ingredients that stimulate the inflaming part of the brain.”

“Excellent, and what a wonderful addition about the ingredient properties! 10 points to Slytherin. Please pull out your textbooks and turn to page 351, where you’ll find the brewing recipe and instructions. Work with the person sitting next to you—and I don’t want any trouble, Mulciber and Avery!” You could feel the two boys shrink a little from behind you.

Regulus pulled out his copy of the textbook and slid it between you; you nodded gratefully. “I’ve got the aisle seat, so I’ll grab the ingredients.” Not even a minute after you were gone did Avery and Mulciber tap Regulus’ shoulders mischievously.

“So, anything going on between you and Potter? You two have been getting real cosy recently.”

“Mate, Potter and I have been ‘cosy’ since the first year. What about you? I’ve never seen you two apart, ‘ya off shagging in broom closets or something?” Regulus deadpanned. The three immediately shut up as you approached; you dropped the ingredients in front of your partner rather carelessly, with scurvy grass flying everywhere.

“Did I hear someone say shagging in broom closets? Are you two having a little passing period fun?” You snort, finding yourself incredibly funny. “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.” You turned around only to see Slughorn’s face looming over yours.

“Alright, Potter. As good of a Potions student as you are, I will not tolerate any more talk of sexually-charged broom closet escapades in my classroom. Or making a mess of my scurvy grass! At some point, teachers pay out of pocket and grass is surprisingly expensive…” Professor Slughorn trailed off as he meandered through the desks to check up on other students. Avery and Mulciber raised an eyebrow at you, implying, is it just me, or is Slughorn off his rocker? 

The sixth year Gryffindors were met with a slightly frazzled Slughorn and scurvy grass scattered on the dungeon floors. There were no questions as the professor paced behind his desk, visibly distraught. There were also no offers of help, nor condolences.

Sirius had insisted Lupin sit with him during Potions, as the former had no clue what the difference between an essence and an elixir was, while the latter was well versed in the assigned readings. James and Peter sat just beside them, separated by an impractically small path, as Slughorn couldn’t seem to comfortably fit and often had to waddle sideways, much to the awkwardness of the students. The only benefit to the desk spacing was being close enough to pass notes and whisper stealthily enough to avoid being caught.

“Excuse the floor, sixth-years! I haven’t yet gotten a chance to clean up… or emotionally recover… after the last class. However, I have a treat for you all!” Slughorn pulled out a polished cauldron, emitting dancing wisps of steam that seemed to glimmer in the flicker of candlelight. “Somebody tell me what this is, please!” He swiped the sleeve of his robe over his forehead to dry the perspiration there, looking as if he wanted to retire right then and there. What in Godric’s name did the last class get up to?

“Ms. McKinnon, take it away!” Slughorn gestured limply towards Marlene, who shot Dorcas a concerned look at the state of their teacher before answering.

“It’s Amortentia, professor, the most powerful love potion in existence. It causes a powerful, obsessive state of infatuation in the drinker, usually for the potion’s brewer. It’s recognizable for its mother-of-pearl sheen and steam characterized by its spirals. It’s considered very dangerous, as its effects can completely alter one’s brain function and autonomy.”

“Great job, McKinnon. Five points to Gryffindor. Yes, Amortentia will be one of the potions you’ll need to know to prepare for your N.E.W.T.s next year, along with Veritaserum and Polyjuice Potion, which we will cover in later classes. Today we will simply be observing the properties of Amortentia and indulging a little in its effects. For next week, you are to turn in three pages of parchment on the neurological effects of Amortentia and the role each ingredient plays in the potion in preparation to actually begin brewing the potion.”

“Three pages, are you kidding?” James’ harsh whisper cut through Slughorn’s droning. “We have a Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match this weekend! How does he expect us to write three whole pages? Plus, he’s the head of Slytherin—if he’s not gonna go easy for our sakes, he should at least think about helping out the Slytherin team!”

“Keep it down, Prongs. Lily is judging you real hard right now.” Peter spoke out of the corner of his mouth, not even bothering to turn his head. James’ posture immediately straightened, but as he was preparing to turn around and send the love of his life a cheeky wink, he thought of what you had said that weekend. Fuck. He hated when you were right.

“Thinking about what your sister said, Prongs?” Sirius whispered with his cheek resting lazily in the palm of his hand. “You really are incapable of communicating with Evans without flirting, aren’t you?” James groaned, slouching even deeper into his chair than before with his arms crossed over his chest, lips pouted.

“Shut up, Padfoot.”

Peter chimed in. “Yeah, it’s not like you can ever talk to Prongs’ sister without flirting.” Lupin looked at Peter murderously. If the Amortentia was dangerous, Lupin was more so.

“Excuse me? You and my sister talk? You guys flirt when I’m not there? Mate, are you hitting her? You’ve got to be shitting me, you could have anyone and you pick my little-” James hadn’t realized how loud he had become until Slughorn came up from behind and whacked him with a thick stack of lesson plans. Remus looked like he wanted to die.

“Prongs, you know it’s not like that. Pads goes around shagging anyone who looks his way, which is basically everyone; he’s just like that. It’s nothing more than teasing, and you know he cares about you enough to know your sister’s off limits.” Remus emphasized the last few words with a well placed kick to Sirius’ shin. Sirius’s single piece of potions knowledge came into play at that moment. 

Why does my stomach suddenly feel like a bezoar?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[coolest-in-chaldea]

hello! im quite excited for this blog fate fic blogs are quite hard to find may i have some headcanons of merlin realizing he has fallen in love and what a relationship would be like hopefully thats okay good luck with the blog!

Merlin Realizing He’s In Love Headcanons

note: hi! thanks so much for being the first request ever sent in!! Sorry this took so long to get to, I’ve been swamped with school and grinding on f/go for daysssss, 90 saint quartz but no 4 or 5 stars 😔💔 also I finally got on my laptop so anon is an option now for anyone wanting to request :D

- Merlin’s vast knowledge of pretty much everything happening at any given time is a little scary, so I don’t think he’s really the type to be dense. I think he’s more likely to pace around and talk to himself for a day or so while ‘deducing’ that his racing heart and flushed face are in fact indicative of falling in love. He’s not super serious like some of the other genius servants, he’s more-so just really awkward at handling social situations since he spent most of his life pretty isolated in his tower.

- Meanwhile, everyone else in chaldea are holding their breaths because the lack of Merlin shenanigans is starting to get suspicious..you and the Camelot servants especially are going ‘awww shit here we go again’ as you anticipate an elaborate scheme to come.

- Merlin definitely isn’t insecure, but I don’t think he’d have any plans of confessing at first because he’s never seriously imagined himself in a relationship. He’s perceptive enough to know that he likes you, but he doesn’t see any significance to it until it starts to get distracting!

- When he eventually starts interacting with you again, he’s 1000% more of a hassle than he usually is. He’s like that one kid in elementary school who just constantly bothers his crush. It doesn’t take long for you to grow tired of Merlin’s 24/7 bs, and when you finally retire to your room for the night you have a frustrated ‘why me?!’ moment. Tbh you’re just trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done to prompt Merlin’s wrath, but the knights of the round table are painfully aware of why Merlin’s been constantly targeting you.

- Merlin’s an extremely talented mage, and I’m sure he’d switch around or transform some of your things, but I could also see him pulling some of the classic childhood pranks on you with the assistance of magic.

- You’re having a lovely conversation sitting across from Artoria, but when you get up to leave, you immediately trip and faceplant onto the floor. A very concerned Artoria asks if you’re ill and, trying not to lose your cool, you have to explain to her that SOMEONE apparently tied your shoelaces together with an elaborate series of knots in the shape of a flower. There wasn’t anyone else near you, but you both exchange an exasperated look as you know exactly who the culprit is.

- Merlin's flirting is still totally focused on annoying you and/or pissing you off. what can I say? it's just his favorite hobby! He's the type to believe than any attention from you is good attention, so he's more than happy to provoke you in order to put your focus on him. He's not that awful though, and he sticks to being a general nuisance and causing mild inconveniences as opposed to actually harming anyone. He does care a lot about you if he has feelings for you after all, he just has a...funny way of showing it.

- You will constantly be asking yourself 'is Merlin antagonizing me or flirting with me??' (the answer is both btw)

- If you're shorter than Merlin, he always interrupts your conversations by strolling over and using your head as an armrest. If you aren't, sike yes you are actually because the cheeky wizard is now floating to be taller than you >:)

- Merlin has literally zero chill and I think he'd continue to be chaotic af whether he's just crushing on you or you've been dating for years. He probably does like physical contact and cuddling, but he refuses to initiate it like a normal person. He'll eventually get comfortable enough to where he doesn't have to be affectionate via pranks, but don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that Merlin ever gets calm or discreet about it.

- Any time you're sitting on a couch, chair, the floor, or your bed, regardless of what you're doing, he will just come stand next to you and very dramatically fall on top of you (secretly careful not to hurt you of course) and just chill there sprawled over you in whatever ridiculous position you ended up in. If you adjust him to a more comfortable position (his favorites are sitting with his back to your chest and your arms holding him or vice versa and sitting tucked into your side with one of your arms around him and his around your waist) he'll be more than happy to comply, but how you deal with your beloved needy wizard is up to you!

- Tbh I could see a confession going one of two ways, both extremes on opposite ends of a spectrum with no in between. Either

A.) he never officially confesses, but you get the idea and you both come to an agreement of being exclusive to each other (or having communication as partners if you're polyamorous) as well as comfortably doing everything a couple would, just with an official label OR

B.) He's a total showoff and performs the most absurd, elaborate and extreme confession with magic the world has ever seen. I cannot get the thought of those brilliant wizard pronoun images made by iguanamouth out of my head-

I'm imagining THIS but it's a confession like those 'will you be my date to prom?' signs people make 😳

[iamthemain-character]

Hewoo! I hope you're doing well! May I please request a oneshot/imagine where reader is Merlin's younger sibling (nonmagical) having a massive crush on Mordred (and vice versa). This is probs set in Season 5. So sibling!reader is witty, sassy, and fierce but when they talk to Mordred they get way sassier and wittier because feelings whaaat. They tease Mordred a lot and he always blushes, he's quite passive when it comes to her because haha feelings ew. So anyways they keep beating around the bush, no one confessing. And it's up to you how you want to end it :> Have a good day or night! Thankyousalamat

howdy! thanks for requesting, i’m a big Mordred simp so this was perfect. sorry its not great, life has been crazy and tiring, but i hope you enjoy! :)

Tongue Tied

bbc mordred x reader, merlin x sibling! reader

Gender Neutral Pronouns

TW: just two simps not recognizing they share feelings lol

requested by @squishyhooman

Merlin and his younger sibling had very different feelings when Mordred first came to the castle; Merlin was wary of him and ready to defend Arthur, whereas Y/n wanted to get to know him better (and perhaps flirt a little). The new knight was the same age as them, and very very cute. So while their brother warned them to stay far away, the first chance they could they introduced themselves.

Before long, the two youngest members of the Camelot castle were friends. Something about Mordred made Y/n feel alive, and they found themselves wanted to be their best around him. They did everything in their power to get the young knight to laugh or blush, or even both. While Mordred was a bit more reserved, he found himself enjoying Y/n’s company and missing them when the pair was not together.

The two friends caused quite a stir in the castle; they found lots of ways to get into mischief, and they never had a lack of quips or jokes to tell. This was even more so true for Y/n, who shared their brother’s sarcasm and sass. Whenever Mordred or Y/n were not required to be somewhere, there was no doubt that both could be found together. They were the best of friends, and they knew each other like they had grown up together.

The only problem was that both saw each other as more than just a friend, and neither was willing to admit it. For Mordred, he reasoned that Y/n’s flirting was just a joke and they never really meant it or could be interested in him. As for Y/n, they thought that because Mordred never really responded to their flirtatious remarks, he must not actually be into them. So both remained good friends while pining for the other.

This became extremely painful for all the others who lived in the castle. For everyone else, it was very obvious that both Mordred and Y/n were interested in each other. There were many attempts from well meaning friends to try and push them together, but someone it always managed to go awry and nothing ever came of it. So instead friend’s and family had to watch these two young people sigh and pine for the other.

The only person that was happy Mordred and Y/n weren’t involved was Merlin; as the definition of overprotective older brother, he didn’t trust Mordred. He wanted to protect his little sibling from hurt, and Merlin swore that Mordred would never bring pain to Y/n. So he did everything in his power to keep them as just friends.

There was one day, however, when the older brother realized he was wrong. He was cleaning out some of Gaius’ old things when suddenly he noticed his sibling walk in. Merlin went to say hello, but he saw tears in their eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

They glanced up and tried to quickly blink away the water. “Oh, Merlin! I didn’t realize you were home. Oh, um, I’m fine.”

Needless to say the young warlock didn’t believe it. “Seriously Y/n, what’s wrong.”

For a moment Y/n just stood there and stared at the floor. Then quietly they whispered into the stillness, “Mordred is going to take someone else to the banquet.”

Suddenly everything clicked into place. Y/n had been hoping and dreaming of going with Mordred to the Knight’s Banquet, but if he was taking someone else they must’ve felt crushed. Usually knights only brought a very special someone to the banquet, and now Mordred was bringing someone else.

Quickly Merlin hugged his sibling and then excused himself. He walked across the castle grounds and found Mordred in the armory.

“What kind of games are you playing at?”

The young knight looked up in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“All this time, you treat my sibling like you care about them and get their hopes up, only to drop them at the last moment. Are you so insensitive that you would play with their feelings like that?”

Mordred stood up to be at eye level with Merlin. “Merlin, now I’m really confused. I would never play with Y/n’s feelings, but I’m not sure how I did.”

Merlin rolled his eyes and took a step closer to really emphasize what he was going to say. “Everyone in the castle knows that Y/n has feelings for you, and you for them. So why are you taking someone else to the banquet?”

Mordred’s jaw dropped. “Y/n….has feelings….. for me?”

“Always has.”

Mordred scrambled to grab his stuff. “I-I’ve made a terrible mistake. Merlin, I- thank you. I-I have to go.” And with that he ran straight out the doors.

Mordred soon found Y/n in their home, tending to the herbs in pots on their windowsill. Y/n noticed their friend instantly, but before the could say anything he had walked over to where they were and dropped to one knee. Mordred took Y/n’s hand and then looked them in the eye.

“Y/n, I’ve been foolish. I-I care for you so much. No, I’m pretty sure I love you. And I’ve been so afraid to say anything because I wanted to stay your friend forever. But I have hope that you feel the same, and so I’m taking the leap. Can you tell me that you feel the same?”

Y/n was shocked; here was the man of their dreams professing his love for them. They tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. So instead they placed their hands on his cheeks and touched their lips to his. Mordred returned the gesture, and he pulled Y/n closer. Now they were both on the ground, but neither cared. They had each other and the truth was out, and nothing could be better.

[forthehpfanboys]

Christmas Break

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You liked Winter Break Draco. Unfortunately, he was replaced by Usual Dick Bag Draco who becomes ruthless. At least Harry is there to make you feel better.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), jealousy sex, dirty talk, swearing, spanking, short mention of slapping and hair pulling, sir kink and degrading a tad- fluffy ending tho. I may have taken the kinks too far but ya know-

Notes: Requested by @the-offical-yn​, who I must apologize too. A lot of my stories got away from me so I’m very sorry this is late- but um- enjoy getting railed by Draco guys! Yo, I made a shit plot for this. I’m so sorry if it’s baaddd.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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For years, he had this twisted mind against anyone not a pure-blood or a Slytherin. He had zero shame with cussing out Gryffindor's, spitting at Ravenclaw’s during quidditch games and tripping Hufflepuff's. But, suddenly, just before Christmas break, he changed and there was nothing blunt about it. He would help Ravenclaw first years pick up their books if they stumbled on the fake steps on the moving staircases, tutor third year Hufflepuff's in Herbology after hours and helped a few Gryffindor students fix their potions.

Draco changed faster than water turns to ice in a freezer. It was almost alarming. Even Snape seemed to be concerned, probably more than others. The greasy git kept yelling at Gryffindor's (mostly the Golden Trio [mostly Harry]) about what would happen when he found out who jinxed Malfoy. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he changed, but everyone else could. To the day, infact.

It was just a few days before October, when it started. Draco was strutting down the halls, using Crabbe and Goyle as shields from the dozens of students who walked by him. They stood at his sides, knocking students out of the way, acting like Draco owned this bubble of space as they walked, but somehow, you slipped through. You were crossing in front of him, trying to hurry to class and ended up tripping over your own feet.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to catch yourself, but instead you fumbled right into Draco, landing heavily against his side. He scoffed, shoving you off and getting ready to cuss you out when you began to apologize (even if you don’t like him) and gather your things off the floor. With your head tilted down you didn’t notice the Slytherin staring at you like you were a puppy. When you gathered your things, you scurried off, apologizing to more students as you went by.

Apparently, that day, he saw you tutoring a whole table of students, all houses included, and you were being so nice to them, so kind and your voice was soft and he heard you say “Hey, no! It’s ok! There is no such thing as a dumb question, ask away”. He had this urge in his chest to just be different, to be someone you would want to be around and be a friend, maybe even be more. It made him feel sick.

It took about a week to get your attention, then a quick growing friendship blossomed. Your relationship with Draco changed- just like he had. It changed from funny jokes, sassy remarks and late night games of exploding snaps to flirting contests, long hugs and what could be considered dates. 

By December, you and Draco were dating without the official titles. Everyday, you two were growing closer and the relationship was growing more rock solid with every passing event. Soon enough, winter break was coming around and everyone was genuinely surprised when they saw the blonde Slytherin strutting through the halls during Christmas break. Usually, the pureblood went home to spend the holidays in a cabin in a warmer climate with his family.

And it was weird for everyone to see him not bragging and tripping students and spitting at kids. But for you? It was a blissful few weeks. Even the Golden Trio got a break. They were some of your closer friends, so Draco gave them a bigger break. The blonde even went as far as helping Harry during potions. It was terrifying.

Until Christmas break was passing and Draco went through another change, which was what you were going to confront him about. 

"Malfoy!" You found him out in the courtyard, a teary-eyed (y/h) first year trailing behind you. The poor kid was shaking with fear and let out a sniffle. "You have some very good explaining to do!"

The blonde looked from Goyle to you, his eyes slowly dragging down your form before darting back up to your flaming eyes. His smile had dropped and was now replaced with a sharp frown. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crisscrossed over his chest.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the likes of you.” He sneered. He looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the first year, who scooted over to hide himself better.  He made a scoff and turned back to Goyle, shaking his head while snorting. “Look at this- he’s tryin’ to be a hero.” As if on a cue, his little posse of Slytherins broke out into laughter, forcing your face to heat up from humiliation.

“Seriously? Are you fucking five?” You called over the idiots laughter, which morphed into pathetic ‘ooh’s. “Draco, stop being a child and a douchebag and just apologize to the first year.”

“Why should I?” Draco stepped closer to you. His eyes, stance and voice all held a challenging undertone. He moved some blonde hair out of his face, but you didn’t miss how his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Because you called him a mud-blood for bumping into you. Grow a pair, gain some manners and apologize to him.” You crossed your arms over your chest, putting on your best angry face. If Draco was pulling a prank, you were going to punch him, without hesitation. And how the hell did an asshole like this become a prefect??

“Oh, your right, I definitely should apologize when the kid bumped into me. But I think I have a better idea.” He brought a finger to his lips, tapping it in mock thought. Sarcasm and sass was radiating from him and it only served to piss you off more. “How about you fuck off and leave me alone, (L/n).” He smirked, turning to his posse and symboling them to leave with him for a dramatic exit. You took a deep breath, your hands balling at your sides. 

“I’m sorry for him.” You turned around and put a hand on the kids back and gave him a soft push back toward the castle. “Go tell the head of the house, ok? I’m gonna keep talking to him.” When he nodded and began to walk out of the courtyard, you hurried in the direction Draco left in. You found him heading across the bridge, in the middle of his group, who were effectively taking up the whole span of the bridge. His laughter echoed in the hollow build, which only had your blood boiling worse.

So, you called his name again, effectively getting his attention. He turned so fast you thought his head would’ve spun all the way around like an owl. You stared into his now burning eyes, walking closer to him. You could feel the adrenaline mixing with rage in your veins. You weren’t thinking straight, but you didn’t care. 

“Wanna explain why you're being an ass all of a sudden or are you just gonna insult me and strut off with your orgy party?” You glared at him, ignoring his irritated sneer. It was making your face red (or whatever hue, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) with anger.

“I don’t have to tell you a thing.” Draco was, naturally, turning defensive, even if he knew deep down how he was acting was wrong. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if he knew he was actually being an ass or not.

“Ok. I get it. You stay the fuck here with your friends and I’ll just leave you alone then. Merlin, why did I think you’d change?” Your face showed disappointment before contouring back to anger and frustration and aggression. You ran your tongue over your teeth, a frown etching across your lips. “My mistake.” You turned around, still going off pure adrenaline. You felt a hand grasp your wrist and immediately tugged it free with all of your strength. “No, I really don’t wanna hear it, fuck off.”

You didn’t look back, and you certainly didn’t hear him say anything. Of course it hurt, but you didn’t care at the moment. Your heart was thumping in your chest and all you felt was anger. He had the audacity to befriend you, say he really liked you for fucks sake, and then do a complete 180. You were grateful it was the weekend so you didn’t have to sit next to him in class.

You stomped through the snow, hurrying across the school grounds to the library (can you tell I have no idea what Hogwarts layout is?). You pushed open the doors and decided to basically hide yourself in an empty corner to try to cool down. After pulling the seat out, you sat down, slouching and resting your forehead on the table. You want to know what happened, why it happened

Was it his dad? Was it his friends? Was he jinxed or something? You let out a sigh of frustration. The idea of his dad convincing him to start treating people like trash again brought your anger back. You rolled your neck and ran your hands through it.

Pulling your wand out of your pocket, you waved it casually, summoning a book from one of the carts beside the isles. You didn't care what it was. You just wanted a distraction. 

Luckily, for you, it didn't take long to get distracted. A few pages and more than a few dreadful minutes into your "reading", someone sat across from you. You looked over the rim of the book to see a smiling Gryffindor with big, round glasses slipping down his nose. He gave an awkward greeting while pushing his glasses back up. 

"Hi to you too, Harry. This is a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" You smiled, shutting the book and crossing your arms over it.

"Well, I just heard about the Draco fiasco that took place a few hours ago-" had it really been hours? "-and I wanted to make sure you were OK." Harry scooted closer to the table, his cheeks a soft pink.

"I'm fine, man. You don't gotta stress about me." You stretched your arms over your head while leaning back in your chair. You were trying to give the illusion of calmness and it was sorta working.

"Oh, good! I'm- I'm glad you're ok!" He began to fiddle with his fingers, digging at the nails nervously. "Because I also wanted to ask.. Um.. If you are free? Like this weekend? To hang out?" His green eyes barely met yours and, instead, opted for staring right over your shoulder. 

"Oh, I'm n-"

"He's not free, Potter. We have plans covering every minute of the weekend. Scram."

Your smile faded as Draco's voice filled the small corner. You looked up, immediately catching his stern gaze. He was leaning against the end of a bookshelf, his arms crossed and one foot crossed over the other. He was clearly chewing on his tongue, not that he'd admit it. You gave him a glare, your arms crossing over your chest. 

"But, Draco. I thought I canceled our plans." Your voice was condescending and it only fueled his anger. Harry, noting the weird tension, ducked out of there quickly, swerving around Draco and speed walking to a safer, less awkward part of the library. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" The blonde hissed while taking long steps over to the table. He was still staring you right in the eyes. Draco moved the chair Potter was sitting in and put his hands flat against the table. He made eye contact with him. 

"Why should it matter to you? I thought I was just being a selfish hero." You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to make a move. You could feel the anger returning from earlier.

"I never said selfish. Why are you making this so complicated? I have a reputation to withhold, (Y/n)." His eyes softened a bit. He looked down at the polished wood before looking at you again. Draco tried to give you a smile, but you didn’t return it; you just tapped your fingers against the table top.

"I don't give a rats ass about your shitty reputation! You bully pre-teens and they actually fear you and you think that's a good thing? That's what you wanna leave behind when you graduate here?" Your face was turning a deep shade of (insert skin color please). He knew he fucked up, not that he’d admit it, and his soft eyes hardened again.

"Remember who's in charge in this relationship, boy." His hand snaked around the back of your neck, tugging you forward. Your nostrils flared as you released a sigh. Was he really pulling out the dominant card right now?

"I told you there was no relationship." you shoved his hand away, standing straight up and walking past him. You didn’t get far before he grabbed the hood of your robe and tugged you back. He guided you so your back collided roughly with the end of the book case he was leaning against.

“I know you can’t quit me like that, love.” The pure-blood spat out the pet name as his thumb and index finger roughly grabbed your chin and tugged your head up. “We both know I infected you like a virus- I know you're obsessed with me, sweetie.” A menacing grin spread across Draco’s pale lips when your jaw dropped open and your mouth fumbled to find words to combat him.

He moved his leg between yours, his hands moving from the scrunched fabric of your hood to your neck. He leaned in, planting a rough kiss to your lips while his other hand untucked your shirt. He pushed his hand under the shirt, rubbing the skin of your hip while he deepened the kiss. He managed to push his tongue past your lips and ran along yours.

Draco angled his leg to brush against your crotch causing you to jolt in the kiss. He pulled back, his tongue licking your teeth while pulling back. 

“Told you.” He purred out. The hand on your neck gives you a squeeze around the neck while his icy eyes go from your lips to your eyes. He could read you like a book. You hated it. “Don’t be a slut, darling. Let’s head to my room, yeah?” He didn’t move until you nodded your head slowly. “Good boy. Come on.”

The walk to the common room was long, but the hand around the back of your neck was sturdy. It didn't take long for him to have you pressed against the wall of his prefect bedroom, chest first, your pants basically vanished from your legs and his hand wrapped around your hard dick. 

“You’re such a whore, aren’t ya, baby boy, hmm?” Draco’s voice boomed in your ear as his fingers interlocked into your skelp. You couldn’t help but sob. The hand on your dick was going faster, but refused to slide over the swollen head. Your nails scraped down the wall pressed against your front and Draco pressed your cheek harder against the brick. “Been such a bad boy- using that dirty mouth to talk so poorly about me and to flirt with my anime. If you wanted a three-some you should’ve asked Zabini. But Potter? You know that’s a firm no, baby.”

He was tsking before biting down on the side of your neck, the grip he had around your cock only tightened to the point of painful. Tears of humiliation and pain gathered in your eyeline, threatening to boil over. Your legs subconsciously spread when he began to grind into the bulge of your ass, his hard dick prominent into your crack. He licked a strip up from the bite to your ear.

“You know very well what happens to slutty bad boys who flirt with sir’s enemy, right, baby?” He was growling in your ear again, his hand coming to a tight hold at your base. He let out a mocking laugh when your legs clamped shut and your hips tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Draco!” You squeaked out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. It made Draco happy to hear your pathetic pleas, but his joy was melting away due to you still squirming in his grasp. He shook his head, tsking again. He tugged your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to bow against his body. He gave you a firm slap against the cheek before cupping your cheeks together and forcing your lips to pout, his hand still in your hair.

“You know that’s not my name right now, kitten. Use the right one.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Your voice was weak compared to Draco’s, the obvious authority he had over you made you shiver. Abruptly, he pushed you against the wall, letting go of your hair and he was backing away from you. 

“Not yet your not, kitten. Finish stripping then get your arse over here.” Draco spoke, sitting down on the bed, patting the top of his thighs. He smirked when you did what he said, tossing your shirt off into the corner and approaching him slowly. He reached out to grab your arm and tug you over his lap. 

He used one hand to push your face into the mattress while the other ran over your right cheek. He loved watching your hips try to duck and avoid the cold silver of his rings. He let out a mocking laugh, his hands grabbing into your bum, nails digging into the skin to leave marks that had your back arching. 

"Aw, baby. Is it too cold for you?" He laughed louder, feeling you nod against his left hand tangled in your hair. "Aw, poor baby. Wait until you feel them bruise your skin. Now, do you remember what you say?"

"Yes, sir." your voice sounded strained--like you were mentally preparing yourself for the bite of the rings, the puncture of his smacks. You were, in all honesty. He never held back during punishments. 

"See? It isn't so hard to be a good boy after all, is it?" he patted your head before brushing your hair back. "Remember the safe system, darling? Good. Color?" 

"Green, sir." your legs were clenching together and wiggling, but a swat to the back of the sensitive skin of your thighs made you stop. "I'm sorry sir." 

"Good.. Now, how many does a horny little whore like you deserve, hmm? Ten? Fifteen?"

You knew what he was looking for. 

"T-Twenty." You swallowed. The anticipation and degrading was making your head cloudy. 

"Twenty? Well, you must've been really naughty, huh?" His hand ran to your lower back, caressing the skin before dragging his nails back down, leaving a trail of red marks down your skin.

You nodded your head quickly, biting your lip to conceal a moan. You could feel the pre-cum going down your hard dick, which was pressing into Draco's thigh.

"No response? Maybe we should add another ten then, since you wanna be so bad." 

"I-I'm sorry, sir! Twenty is what I deserve." You said quickly, trying to turn back and give him the huge innocent eyes he always went weak for. 

"No. Thirty seems far more fitting." He chose now to start the punishment with a raised hand and a harsh slap over the perfect curve of your ass. He watched the skin bounce and groaned, gripping the flesh again.

"One! Thank you sir." You squeaked out, back arching at the familiar sting of the hit. The cold silver of his rings colliding with your skin caused your toes to curl. 

"Atta boy." he purred out, repeating the action on the other side.

“Two, thank you sir!”

By the tenth spank, tears were falling freely down your cheeks. By the fifteenth, your voice was breaking with each shout. By the twentieth, you were trying to crawl away. By the twenty-fifth, you were kicking your legs like a brat. Somehow you managed to count to thirty without losing track. 

"You did so good, baby. Even if you were being a brat." Draco chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His other hand rubbed your cheeks, trying to sooth the deep red (or whatever tint shows up with your skin, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) marks on your skin.

You let out another sniffle, propping yourself up on an elbow and wiping the tears off your cheeks. His hand ran up your sweat thighs, his palms rubbing the already sore skin of your ass once he got to it.

“Color?”

“Green, sir.” You turned your head to look at him. Your legs shifted, creating a shattering hyper awareness of how hard and how wet your cock was against his thigh. You caught his dirty smirk before he flipped you over. Suddenly, it was stoic and he was tugging your lower half back onto his lap. This time, Draco was sitting back on his calves, and he was steadily putting your legs around his waist.

“Good. Now,” he paused to lick his lips, “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, got it?” His hands moved down your thighs before moving up to your pelvic bone. While you were responding with a polite, but breathless ‘yessir’, his hand was lazily wrapping around your cock.

He was still fully dressed, and the smooth fabric of his uniform pants rubbed against the sore spots on your ass. Your hips moved upward, trying to get more of his moving hand and less of the fabric against your bottom. You let out a breathy moan while his thumb idly swiped across the swollen head of your dick.

“That’s it.” He mumbled to himself over the sound of his zipper dropping. He mumbled a preparing, lubrication and cleaning spell, his hand still working you slowly. The blonde stuck his tongue out in concentration while pushing his own cock into your lubed ass. Draco let out a hum, his teeth clamping down onto his tongue. “Fuck yes. Such a good boy- my good little slut.” He let go of your dick and clamped his hands onto your waist and used the leverage to pull you down onto his cock.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the cry as he stuffed his cock into you. You felt the wind knocked out of you. You gripped the sheets, whining pathetically. The head of his dick nudged against your sweet spot while he sat there, waiting patiently for you to adjust. It had been a bit of time since the last time you guys had fun sexy time. Your dick was literally throbbing, occasionally twitching, at the idea of him literally fucking you stupid. Your eyes were staring at the top of his four post bed, lost in your own thoughts when he began to move.

He tested the waters with the quick thrust, which yanked a moan from you. When you finally looked at him, you realized he was watching you intently, a menacing grin spread across his face.

“How’s your arse?” Draco asked, his voice condescending and cocky as he gave another thrust. His hand snaked around to your sore ass cheeks and gave one a tough squeeze, his nails digging in.

A cry left your lips, this time pain filled instead of pleasure. You planted your feet flat on the bed and tried to wiggle away from his grasp, which only made it worse.

“Sore, you dick!” You reached around, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull his hand away. “Ow! Let go, Draco!” You dug your nails into his wrist, trying to show him a small level of the pain he was causing but he just laughed, mocking your voice.

“Owie, it hurts! Take it, babe. You can do it.” He let go, his hands coming to hold your hips again before moving you at a punishingly rough pace. His muscular thighs rubbed against your ass, not that he cared. The pain was somehow starting to make the pleasure stronger. Soon it was filling your veins and fogging your brain.

Draco relished every moan, every gasp, every little sound you made. He listened to you whine out his name and it only fueled him more. He watched the sweat bead across your forehead and felt proud of himself.

“Atta boy. Gonna cum soon? Gonna cum completely untouched, like a whore? Hmm?” He purred out, leaning down to leave hickies across your neck and scratches down your chest. Your back arched pathetically off the bed while a woeful affirmative left your lips- but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it.” He snarled, his voice too close to your ear to be that loud.

“G’nna cum, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him closer. He shifted so he could rail you into the mattress and fulfill his promise.

“Please what? How can I help you if I don’t know what you want? What do you need, kitten?” 

It was like he used the imperius curse on you. You bent to fit his mold and he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum, please.” You whimpered, your toes curling in the air. Your ankles locked behind his waist and dug into him, effectively pulling him closer. His palm glided up your chest again and he gave you a smile.

“Course you can, love. Whenever you're good to go.” Draco didn’t ease up his hips, but his voice was softer and after a few thrusts hitting your prostate and a brush of his stomach against your weeping cock had you cumming. Your head tossed back and you didn’t bother to muffle the cry of his name.

It didn’t take much to follow you for Draco, it never did. He always thought one of the most beautiful expressions you could make was while you were cumming on his bed. That, and when he gave you candy and you smiled at him. He kissed every bruise he left on your skin before landing on your lips and laid next to you.

He pulled a sheet over the two of you- the room had gotten hot but he knew both of you were too tired to get cleaned and shower. He pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple.

“You did so good, baby. I love you.” He rested his chin against the top of your head, completely delving you in his shirt covered chest. He rubbed a hand down your back. Your boyfriend didn’t care about sweat. 

“I love you too, Draco.” Your voice was rough and raspy. You planted a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled deeper into him somehow. “I miss you. The nice you- not the mean Slytherin you. He can suck my dick.”

“I know, I know. I’ll work on it. I promise.” Draco spoke between laughs. He hesitated, his mind bouncing between two questions he wanted to ask at once. “Do you want me to get you a bottle of water and we go take a bubble bath?” His voice was soft, but a massive grin spread across his lips when you nodded.

“Can we take a nap first?” You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and gave him that smile he loved.

“Of course, dove.”

[miiamour]

Hi!!!! I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write some ron weasly angst??? Maybe with a fluff ending? Maybe him making the reader feel insecure or something like that, I don’t know :) Love your writing so much :):)

am i that girl you dream of?

fem!slytherin!reader x ron weasley

summary: you and ron are in a secret relationship— scared of what others will think, but it still doesn’t stop you from getting insecure when he’s flirted with.

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of cheating, insecurities in relationship, alcohol, illusions to sex/making out hermione slander but only if you squint.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: eek thank you for the request <3 btw i’m literally 4 away from 200 so hopefully this helps me hit 200!

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the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room, along with the slight aroma that sweaty teenagers gave off when they’re dancing against each other. the lights in the gryffindor common room were slightly dimmed with a red tint, but still bright enough to see hermione granger flirting with your boyfriend.

granted, she didn’t know— nobody did, but that didn’t mean she have to grab onto his arm every time time he made a joke. it was upsetting to say the least, but it technically wasn’t your place to say anything but it took every ounce of self control to not walk over there and kiss him, showing everyone that ron belongs to you or ram hermione’s head into the wall; either worked for you.

you and ron had been secretly dating for a few months. you were both terribly afraid of what others thought, him more than you; he was a gryffindor with slytherin hating friends and you were a slytherin.

honestly, it was but fun in the beginning; pretending to hate each other, sneaking around, the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating but now, now it just exhausting. you were tired of simply just hanging out in his dorm when no one was around; you wanted to be able to hold his hand in the halls and go out in hogsmeade dates like regular couples.

at times you questioned if he was ashamed of you but he assured you that he wasn’t— although you weren’t so sure now, it had been months and he had yet to tell a soul about the two of you and he was allowing hermione to hopelessly flirt with him.

to be fair, you weren’t sure if ron was even aware that she was flirting or not. but you, you knew. the whole common room could’ve seen it but ron wouldn’t recognize a flirt attempt if it danced naked in front of him wearing dobby’s tea cozy.

but you couldn’t do anything about it; you simply stood there, watching the boy you weren’t supposed to love but did, as girl— who, now that you think about it, is prettier— flirt with him.

your usual self confidence was being teared down, bit by bit, as you watched hermione bat her eyelids at your boyfriend. your finger danced along the rim of your red solo cup that was previously filled with beer, some muggle alcohol— which is nothing like butterbeer.

you honestly couldn’t blame ron, just look at her; she had perfect smile, big doe like brown eyes, and she was smart— ron always admired that about her. you knew that ron had a crush on hermione prior to the two of you dating but he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings towards her anymore but watching them flirt gave you doubts.

“hey y/n, you alright?” blaise zabini had interrupted your thoughts, he attempted to look in the direction of your gaze “weasley? why’re you staring at him? you fancy him or something?” he asked teasingly.

“what? no! i’m not staring, i just— just zoned out, that’s all” you lied as you turned to the drink table to pour grab something stronger— firewhiskey.

blaise and you had been bestfriends since your first year, and you hadn’t told him about you and ron. you felt a bit guilty about it but ron always told you that you guys could tell people when the time was right, but the time was never right.

“alright then, but if you do fancy him you better hurry up because seems like him and hermione are going up to his dorm” he said casually while pointing his hand in their direction, ron and hermione were walking up towards the boy dormitory.

you turned so fast, you were sure your neck would’ve snapped. “what!” you felt your face redden and your stomach was doing flips.

“y/n!?” blaise called out after you but you were already half way to ron’s dorm.

your heart beat faster with every step you took, exasperation flooding through your veins. your hand— your body shook as it gripped on the door handle, you quickly prayed that what you thought what was going on, wasn’t actually going on.

you forcefully opened the door, the first thing you see being ron— shirtless. “ronald weasley! what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing!” you yelled out at him as if the door didn’t startle them enough.

“y/n! hey, what— what’re you doing here?” his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he jerks his head towards hermione.

“y/n?” hermione yelled out as she backed up away from ron with a rag in her hand.

you ignored hermione and turned to ron, “what am i doing here? i see you walk up to your dorm with another girl! what do expect me to do?” you walked closer to him, pushing on his bare chest with your finger.

“what? another girl?“ hermione mumbles to herself. “if i may—“ she interjects only for you to put your free hand in her face and shout out, “no!”

“how dare you ron! if you didn’t want to be with me anymore, just say so! merlin, you are infuriating—

“no, love, hermione spilled firewhiskey on my shirt!” he throws his hands up in defense as you kept walking towards him until his legs hit foot of his bed.

“i don’t give a damn if hermione spilled—“ you stopped yourself once you properly processed his words “she spilled firewhiskey on you?” you looked between ron and hermione, she was holding a rag, helping ron get cleaned up.

“yes, darling, firewhiskey; that’s why we came up here and why my shirt’s off” he explained before reaching for another shirt to slip on, and before you could apologize hermione spoke.

“l-love? darling? wait, wait— are you two together?” hermione babbled out like a fish out of water.

“surprise!” ron mocked jazz hands,

“nearly eight months” you add.

hermione’s nostrils flared as she walked up to ron “why. didn’t. you. tell. me.” she hit him with the rag between each word.

“y/n, i apologize if he has done anything stupid in the last eight months; he hadn’t had a girl tell him what he’s doing wrong” she said half-jokingly.

well now you felt worse; you thought hermione had tried to after ron, they really were just friends.

“i’ll leave you two alone now” hermione began to walk out the door, “oh and don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone; secrets safe with me” she said after peering her head through the door and ‘zipping’ her lips together and throwing away the key.

you sat next to ron, your heart was slowing down from the fast pace it was previously going at. after a few moments you started, “i’m sor—“

“i’m sorry” ron interrupted.

“why’re you sorry? i’m the one who went all crazy girlfriend.” you shifted closer to him.

“it’s understandable. if i saw you go up to your dorm with another guy, let’s be honest, i’d be way crazier” he placed a hand on your knee and sparks erupted. you were so sensitive to his touch that even the slightest graze of an elbow when you sat next to each other left your stomach doing flips.

“but i still shouldn’t have. you assured me that you and hermione were just friends and i didn’t believe you— i was just being insecure” you said the last part i’m a quiet voice, slightly hoping that he didn’t hear.

ron moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around you “there is no need to be insecure, you’re the only girl i want to be with”

“am i?” you asked, shifting away from ron.

“what’s that supposed to mean? there aren’t any other girls that flirt with me— right?” ron’s eyebrows furrowed.

“this isn’t about girls flirting won’t you l, i’m just saying— do you really want to be with me? am i that girl you dream of?” you stood up in front of him. your throat burned with every breath.

“of course i want to be with you!” this time he stood up.

“then why do act like you’re ashamed? why do we have to keep our relationship hidden?” you yelled out, partially startling ron. tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them down.

he walked up to you and grabbed the sides of you face. ron’s eyes were glossy and sunken; filled with guilt and sympathy. “i am not ashamed of you. i’m scared of what people would think about us— people would think ‘what a weird couple, she’s way too fit for him” he flayed his arms mockingly.

you playfully slapped his shoulder, “you care way too much about what others think, ron. besides, i’m tired of sneaking around.” you said more seriously.

“so what? you want to break up?” ron sat back down on the bed and pressed his lips together to keep from smirking.

you took a deep breath to keep yourself from ripping ron’s head off, “no, i— ugh, nevermind” you began to walk away

“i’m joking!” ron gently tugged your arm, and pulled you towards so you stood in between his legs. “y/n, do you want to be my public girlfriend?” he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you.

you put a finger to your chin, pretending to be thinking about it. “hmm, no thanks” you replied.

ron began poking and tickle at your sides.

“you know, if this is your way of getting me to be your girlfriend— stop it!— it’s not a very good one” you giggled in between words.

“merlin, you’re lucky i love you” ron breathed out, not quite realizing what he said.

“you what?” you asked breathlessly.

“oh shit, erm— i love you. yeah. i love you. that’s okay right? i mean you don’t have to say it back but if you want—“

you interrupted ron by kissing him, “i love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

everything worked out. ron loved you and you loved him back. fireworks erupted in your stomach every time you kissed him and your brain went foggy; focusing on nothing but him.

turns out that you are that girl he dreams of.

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