#merlin rolls his eyes and complains everytime

[justaz]

will survives the attack on ealdor and arthur spares his life despite believing him to be a sorcerer which wins some points in will’s book and (like merlin) becomes this annoying leech that won’t leave arthur alone. he follows merlin to camelot and arthur tries many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many times to get rid of him but he just keeps popping up and ends up getting a job as a servant in camelot. and ends up serving either gwaine or lancelot bc he and gwaine are a lot alike or bc lancelot knows about merlins magic and guards that secret with his life. anyways he comes with merlin and the crew on all their little hunting trips and quests and teams up with everyone to be an absolute Menace to arthur. late at night, he’ll take out his lute and strum some chords to a song from ealdor and goads merlin into singing and it becomes a Thing that they perform folk songs from ealdor whenever they’re all out in the woods

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU (SERIES 2)

FIRST PART (SERIES 1) >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

(My apologies in advance, I couldn't write the smut, but I know exactly how it went, so you may ask me any questions related to their first time in the comments)

Merlin is no strange to waking up next to Arthur. He's been sleeping in his bed for over a week after all. They also slept next to each other back in the farm, back in Ealdor and everytime they camped outside.

Waking up curled up together after they have given theirselfs to one another, in body and soul, is an entire different experience. He wakes up with a smile plastered on his face. He feels like in a dream, floating, but also like falling. It's the kind of feeling is so overwhelming it's painful, but it's painfully pleasant.

Arthur's arms are around him, his naked chest against his back. Merlin turns in his arms slowly, needing to see him, needing to make sure that it happened, that this is real. The pain in his lower back as he moves is enough to confirm it though.

Merlin: (groans in pain)

Arthur: (opens his eyes slowly and then smiles) Hey.

Merlin: Don't "hey" me. You destroyed me!

Arthur: (chuckles) I don't recall you complaining. In fact, I clearly remember you constantly crying for more.

Merlin: Shut up!

Arthur: And changing positions was not my idea.

Merlin: I just wanted to be more comfortable!

Arthur: I'm just saying, I wanted to be gentle and you didn't let me.

Merlin: Yeah, because I totally forced you. My mistake. (tries to get up, but Arthur's arms are steel around him) Arthur.

Arthur: (eyes closed) Uhm?

Merlin: I have to get your breakfast.

Arthur: Let someone else do it.

Merlin: (chuckles) How can I tell someone else to do it if stay here?

Arthur: Then get it later.

Merlin: I also have chores to do.

Arthur: No, I give you the day off. Sleep.

Merlin: Gaius may need me.

Arthur: Sleep.

Merlin: (smiling) Alright.

Merlin wishes he could stay like this forever. Eventually though, Merlin has to get up and Arthur too.

Merlin slightly limping around the castle doesn't go unnoticed to anybody, nor Arthur smug smile everytime he catches Merlin limping. Already used to the rumors and the eyes on him, Merlin can't mind less though.

It turns out he should have.

In Arthur's chambers. Leon knocks on the door, but no one answers, so he enters.

Leon: (entering) Your highness, I'm sorry for entering like this but- (notices no one is there) He must still be in the meeting with the king. (notices there are flowers petals on the floor and spots a chemise on the floor) ... what? (walks to it and picks it up. Sighs in dissapointment) So the rumors are true.

Merlin: (enters)

Leon: (Quickly hides the chemise behind his back)

Merlin: Leon? What are you doing here?

Leon: I-I was looking for the Prince.

Merlin: (rolls his eyes) He's still discussing with Uther how to execute Kendrick for what he attempted to do to Morgana, or rather dicussing ways to torture him before the execution. They'll probably just let Morgana decide his punishment in the end. (notices Leon is holding something behind his back) What do you have there?

Leon: (too quickly) Nothing! 😅

Merlin: ... Okay? Normally I would run around you until you show me, but, I'm too sore and tired for that. (about to start tidying up the room)

Leon: What are you doing?

Merlin: Cleaning?

Leon: Didn't Arthur give you the day off?

Merlin: He did, but knowing him he'll probably just let this room dirty and messy until tomorrow, so I rather do it at once before it accumulates.

Leon: I'll call other sevants to do it!

Merlin: Is not really a problem-

Leon: I insist! You rarely have a day off, you should enjoy it as much as you can.

Merlin: (unsure) Arthur doesn't like other servants cleaning his chambers.

Leon: He doesn't have to find out it wasn't you. And if he does, I'll tell him it was my idea. Go enjoy your free day, you deserve it.

Merlin: (smiles) Thank you, Leon! You are such a good friend. (leaves)

Leon: (sighs in relief, but also feels bad) No, I'm not a good friend... (searches around the room for whatever thing could give away Arthur's affair, while he talks to himself) He's been limping since this morning, but if Arthur slept with this lady last night, then when...or could it be... (opens his eyes wide) WAS HE WITH BOTH?! 😨

Time skip. In the stables.

Princess: (neighs happily as he watches Merlin aproaching)

Merlin: Princess! (caresses her head) How's my Baby Plum doing? Have they been feeding you well? I missed you so much! (joins their heads fondly)

Lancelot: (who was close by, aproaches) Seriously, how do you do it? She's only ever this sweet with you.

Merlin: I don't know. Maybe is my weird connection to nature.

Lancelot: (pauses) It was the trees who warned you about the bandits, wasn't it? Back in the woods.

Merlin: (nods) Their voices are... stronger everyday. It's not bad, just... weird. Sometimes they talk to me as if...

Lacelot: As if what?

Merlin: As if I was one of them.

Knight x: (passing by) Lowering your standars now that the Prince replaced you, I see.

Merlin: What?

Knight x: (just laughs and leaves)

Merlin: (turns to Lancelot) What is he talking about?

Lancelot: (nervous) Uh...

Merlin: (crosses his arms) Lance, what is he talking about? 😑

Lancelot: Well... you know how you and Arthur weren't exactly discret when you showed affection to one another yesterday?

Merlin: Yes, we are always like that.

Lancelot: Yeah, the problem is that yesterday you weren't you. You were Lady Merelyn, remember? So... they think Arthur cheated on you with her.

Merlin: WHAT?! 😨

Lancelot: Look. I don't have all the details. You know I don't really enjoy gossip. But, as far as I know, most of the nobels are making fun of you, the servants pity you. Oh, and the Unicorn Catcher defenders are diminishing Arthur's affair, saying you are still the favourite, though they dread you could lose your position.

Merlin: I see...(sighs) They like gossip, uh? (grins) I'll give them gossip.

Meanwhile. Arthur walking in a hallway, encounters Leon.

Arthur: Oh, Leon. Have you seen Merlin?

Leon: I encountered him in your chambers about an hour ago, sire, but I don't know where he could be now.

Arthur: Thank you-wait, what were you doing in my chambers.

Leon: I needed to speak to you privatly, sire. About... an urgent matter.

Arthur: Which is?

Leon: I... well... (sighs, frustrated and starts pacing)

Arthur: (between confused and worried) Is... everything alright?

Leon: (stops pacing a turns to Arthur with decision) May I speak freely, my lord?

Arthur: Uhm... sure. Go ahead.

Leon: You are my Prince, but you are also my friend. You earned my oath and my repect, not just because of your title, but because I grew up with you and I got to know the kind of man you are. For years I admired your honorability, your honesty and your loyalty.

Arthur: Thank you, that's a really nice thing to say. But what does it have to do with-

Leon: But I'm not seeing this man right now!

Arthur: ... I beg your pardon?

Leon: When the knights and visiting nobels said you'd start sleeping with other people eventually, I never once believed it! Because I've seen your love and devotion for Merlin from the start! I believed you uncapable, because I thought you valued honor and fidelity. But I guess I was wrong.

Arthur: What on earth are you talking about?

Leon: Of your affair with Lady Merelyn!

Arthur: (finally understanding) Ooh! (laughs)

Leon: You think this is funny, my lord?

Arthur: No, no! It's just. Leon, you got it all wrong. I was never unfaithful to Merlin.

Leon: Really? (pulls out the chemise) Then what was this undergarment doing in your chambers, Sire?

Arthur: Okay, I guess it does look bad. But I swear is not what it looks like-

Leon: You don't own me an explanation, Sire. And I won't tell Merlin anything because my loyalty stays with you above else. But I fear everyone in the castle already knows of your affair, so if you don't want Merlin finding out by other source, you better be honest with him. (bows) Sire (leaves)

Arthur: (shouts) Leon, is not- (cuts himself, thinking) Wait, I shouldn't tell him before I consult it with Merlin first. And I don't think he would believe my word even if I explain.

Time skip. In the training field, Arthur about to start training with the knights.

Merlin: (arrives with a serious face, wearing his old clothes)

Knights: (look at him with mockery)

Knight x: (whispering) You see that?

Knight y: (whispering) That's why you can't rely on affection to get you up the ladder. The higher you are, the harder the fall will be.

Arthur: (turns and smiles) Merlin! I've been looking everywhere for... (notices Merlin's wearing his old clothes and frowns) Why are you wearing that?

Merlin's wardrove has improved since Arthur's been gifting him better clothing from time to time. Nothing too extravagant, Arthur made sure the clothes matched Merlin's simple style, but they are elegant enough to let everybody know about Merlin's status as his lover. Before, Merlin would wear them just in especial events or ocassions and it was when they finally got together that he started wearing them more often. So seeing Merlin in his old clothes is... unsettling.

Merlin: These are my clothes, my lord.

Arthur: You have better clothes now.

Merlin: The ones you gifted me, I'm aware.

Arthur: Then why aren't you wearing them?

Merlin: The thing is, my lord, I don't want anything from you.

Knights: 😧😧😧😧😧😧😧😧

Servants around: 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Arthur: (very confused) What?

Merlin: (face contorts in rage and hurt) You thought I would never find out of your affair?! How could you do this to me?!

Arthur: (nervous and very scared) Merlin, I swear is not what 😰-wait, you already know! 😠

Merlin: And you have the nerve to say it so lightly! (covers his face and pretends he's crying) I thought you loved me!

Arthur: (in panic) I do! (runs to him) Merlin, the lady they're talking about, you must know it's- (about to put a hand on his shoulder)

Merlin: (gets his hands off his face and shouts) Don't touch me! If you want to have more lovers so be it, but I don't want you to touch me ever again! We are over! 😡 (leaves dramatically)

Arthur: Merlin! (runs after him)

Knight y: It seems the lady didn't catch his attention for long.

Knight x: How can the prince stoop to running after him?

Knight z: So… is the training cancelled?

Meanwhile, in some hidden place of the castle.

Merlin: (enters)

Arthur: (right behind him) Merlin, please listen to me! Is not-

Merlin: (turns) Are we alone?

Arthur: (more confused) What?

Merlin: There's no one here, right?

Arthur: No, I don't think so.

Merlin: Oh, good. (relaxes)

Arthur: (takes his hands) Merlin, I would never EVER cheat on you. I love you too much for that. You must have heard wrong! The lady they are talking about-

Merlin: Is Lady Merelyn.

Arthur: Yes, and... wait, you know?! 😨

Merlin: Of course I know! I'm not stupid. I know you would never cheat on me.

Arthur: (in relief) Oh... okay...(shouts, furious) THEN WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?! 😡

Merlin: Shh! Not so loud, you're going to ruin it!

Arthur: Ruin what?

Merlin: The act.

Arthur: Act?

Merlin: My offended lover act.

Arthur: Again. What?

Merlin: Everyone thinks you cheated on me with Lady Merelyn. Obviously, I can't tell them I impersonated a Lady. They would make more fun of me and your dad would have me killed for sure. But I can't have them thinking you are losing interest in me or that I don't have any kind of dignity either, so... I decided to give them a show. 💁‍♂️

Arthur: And you didn't think of giving me a warning before making your show? I thought you were actually leaving me!

Merlin: (feeling bad, holds Arthur's face with one hand fondly) I'm sorry, I really didn't want to scare you, but I needed your reaction to be genuine. You are not as good at lying as me.

Arthur: (thinking) You'd be surprised... (sighs, still kind of mad, but puts his hand over Merlin's) You do realize your show consists in making me look like a scoundrel, right?

Merlin: Nobody thinks you are scoundrel.

Arthur: Leon thinks it.

Merlin: Well, he is the only one. (gets his hand off Arthur's face and sighs, crossing his arms and with slumped shoulders) Everyone else thinks you have the right to have all the lovers you want. That I should be grateful that you still show any interest in me at all after "Lady Merelyn"... And they are right. After all, you are the Prince and I just a servant.

Arthur: That's not true!

Merlin: It is true. But is not the only thing we are. And yet that's the only thing they see.

Arthur: And since when do you care what other people say or think?

Merlin: (explodes) Since we are together! It's not like I don't know how things are. Even if I wasn't a servant and a commoner, I'm still a man, so it's not like we can marry or anything. I know our relationship can't be formal or official in any way, but I want it to be at least taken seriously!

Arthur: ...

Merlin: (composes himself) So... I think a couple of weeks of cold shoulder should be enough. Then you can give me some luxurious gift, I pretend to forgive you for your "affair" and that would be it.

Arthur: (rolls his eyes) The only time you ask something luxurious of me and is for this charade. And you will give me the cold shoulder for two weeks? Really?

Merlin: Just when people are looking? In private we can still be very affectionate. 😏

Arthur: 😒

Merlin: Please? 🥺

Arthur: (sighs) Fine. But tell Leon the truth. I can't handle his disappointed look anymore.

Merlin: I will (hugs him, happily) Thank you. 😊

Arthur: (smiles without been able to help it and hugs back, thinking) He doesn't have the right to be this cute.

Time skip. In the main square.

Merlin: (walking with Gaius' herbs in a cest)

Gwaine: Excuse me, have you seen-

Merlin: (turns)

Gwaine: 😦 ...

Merlin: What? Do I have something on my face?

Gwaine: Do you have a sister by any chance?

Merlin: No, why?

Gwaine: It's just... you look very similar to a girl a met yesterday.

Merlin: (crosses his arms) Are you saying I look like a girl? 🤨

Gwaine: No, no! I mean, you are... very masculine for a... uhm... what is that you do?

Merlin: (about to tell "The prince's manservant", but decides to keep that information to himself for now) Physician apprentice.

Gwaine: Oh, you are Gaius' apprentice?

Merlin: You know him?

Gwaine: I'm sharing a room with another pair of men in his tower.

Merlin: (laughs in amusement)

Gwaine: (laughs too, realising his choice of words) I guess it kind of sounds bad.

Merlin: No, it sounds funny. (pauses) wait...(fakes surprise and excitment) OH! You must be one of the famous saviors that rescue Lady Morgana yesterday! 😃

Gwaine: (smugly) Well, I wouldn't call myself "savior". I did what anyone would have done in my place.

Merlin: Not anyone. What you did was very brave. (pats his arm)

Gwaine: (blushes a bit, thinking) What is this? She looks so much like this lady that I'm confusing him with her. Get yourself together!

Merlin: So, are you looking for Lady Morgana?

Gwaine: Pardon?

Merlin: You said you were looking for a girl, I'm assuming it's her.

Gwaine: Oh, no. I'm looking for the lady that was accompanying her, actually. Lady Merelyn. Do you have any idea of where she could be?

Merlin: Uhm... not really. Nobody has heard of her since yesterday.

Gwaine: (frustrated) It's like she vanished into thin air! (sighs) I told her she couldn't trust that prince! I bet he discarded her as soon as he learned she was tainted by that bandit. And he wasn't even faithful to her. Did you know the prince has a male lover.

Merlin: (gasps) Really?

Gwaine: And his manservant of all people! Look, I don't judge. I myself had my flings there and there. And I do appreciate men beauty. But reject a woman like Lady Merelyn for a man? Really?

Merlin: (chuckles) She got you bad, uh?

Gwaine: Me? (snorts) Nah, I'm just a bit worried about her, it's all. She mustn't be coping well after, well, everything. And she may need a shoulder to cry on, if you know what I mean. 😏

Merlin: (chuckles) Good luck with that. (turns to leave)

Gwaine: (stops him) Oh, let me carry that for you. (points the cest)

Merlin: (lifts his eyebrows in bewilderment and then smiles, amused) Still confusing me for a girl, I see.

Gwaine: Not really. But as I said, I also appreciate men beauty. 😏

Merlin: (mouth open)

Gwaine: (very surprised) It's incredible! You even have her expressions.

Merlin: Oh, so I'm a replacement then.

Gwaine: No, I-

Merlin: Are you even into men or are you so desperate to have this girl that you would lay with anyone that resembles her?

Gwaine: I didn't mean to-

Merlin: Offend? Because that's the only thing you've been doing since you open your mouth.

Gwaine: (sighs) You are right. My apologies.

Merlin: (turns to leave)

Gwaine: (puts himself infront of him) Can I point out something though? (gets closer) You never once said you weren't into men 😏.

Merlin: I am into men. (looks him up and down) But I have taste.

Gwaine: (brings a hand to his chest dramatically) Ow! You hurt my feelings. How am I going to survive this? Ugh! My heart, I can't bare it! (drops himself on the ground)

Merlin: (thinking, fondly) He really hasn't changed a thing. (kneels and says) Are you done?

Gwaine: (opens one eye) This isn't working isn't it?

Merlin: No.

Gwaine: (chuckles and lifts his back from the ground) Come on, at least let me invite you a drink for the troubles. I know I good tavern nearby.

Merlin: (smiles) Of course you do, Gwaine.

Gwaine: (smiles back but then frowns) Wait... How do you know my name?

Merlin: I would gladly accompany you (extends a hand)

Gwaine: (takes his hand with a triumphant smile)

Merlin: But you see... (pulls his hand away and speaks in a more high pitched tone) I'm still waiting for my ring. (shows his ring finger in a very girly manner)

Gwaine: (Gwaine exe has stopped working) 😨

Merlin: (lifts his head and spots something behind Gwaine) Oh, hi Arthur! 😊

Arthur: (just arrived, very hectic, in barely contained fury and with labored breathing)

Merlin: (stands up and frowns, worried) You look like you just came from a race. Is everything okay?

Just moments before in Arthur's chambers. Arthur on his desk.

Arthur: (thinking, while looking at a parchment) The kidnapping attempt on Morgana was handled. Then what? Is Morgause coming already? No, the troll was first and then... (slams the scroll on the desk, frustrated) Ugh! I can't remember! (stands up and decides to go to the window to take a breath. While he does, he spots Merlin very afar coming back with Gaius' herbs, relaxes inmediatly and smiles) He shouldn't be walking this much. Is he still limping? (smirks and starts to have no so good thoughts remembering their first time together and then forces himself to snap out of them) Damn you, Merlin. I can't concentrate nor when you are here, nor when you are not.

Someone knocks on the door.

Arthur: (turns, but stays near the window) Come in.

Leon: (enters, head down, very ashamed and embarrased) Sire. (bows)

Arthur: (sighs and crosses his arms, serious) I'm assuming Merlin already told you.

Leon: I have no words to express how sorry I am-

Arthur: For what exactly? Thinking ill of me? Believing in some rumors before my own word? Or for basically insulting me on my face?

Leon: All of it. I'm really sorry. I didn't recognise Merlin when he was... and then all the proof seemed to indicate... But that's not excuse. I failed as a knight and as a friend and will never forgive myself for-

Arthur: (laughs)

Leon: (lift his head in confusion)

Arthur: Keep going, you were getting to the best part.

Leon: (more confused) Uh... well...

Arthur: I'm joking. I'm not mad at you. I probably would've thought badly too if I was in your place. And, though it hurt my feelings a bit that you believed me capable of being unfaithful, I'm actually more glad that you care for Merlin so much you called me out on my supposed love affair. So thank you, for caring for him and for not mincing words to tell me when you believe I'm doing wrong.

Leon: (smiles, releaved) You are welcome, Sire.

Arthur: It also has come to my attention that not all the knights think like you. (tells Leon to come to the window with a gesture) Tell me... What do the knights think of Merlin?

Leon: (hesitates) Uhm...

Arthur: I want complete honesty.

Leon: Well, knights like Sir Innprudence, Sir Ewan and Sir Owain, may they rest in peace, respected and valued Merlin because they witnessed your story from the start. They got to know Merlin and knew the depth of your feelings. It's really a shame they never got to see... (his eyes water) I'm sorry. (wips a tear away)

Arthur: (puts a comforting hand on his shoulder and gives him a soft empathetic smile) It's okay. You were there when... when the questing beast happened, so I know it's not easy to talk about them. Take your time.

Leon: (pauses to compose himself and then continues) The thing is, most of the knights we have now are new. And for them Merlin is just your whim of the moment, a bed warmer, nothing more. They would never dare to harm him or insult him, much less if you are looking, but they do insult and talk ill of him behind Merlin's back. I'm not going to go into the details, but their thoughts on your relationship are not different from your father's.

Arthur: So they think Merlin is using me just for riches and power and that I'm using him just to get laid.

Leon: To sum up, yes sire.

Arthur: And Merlin is aware of this?

Leon: Sire, when is Merlin not aware of something?

Arthur: True...(sighs) And I guess me showing affection towards "Lady merelyn" didn't help with that. (looks guilty)

Leon: Merlin doesn't blame you, sire.

Arthur: But I should've been more careful. I promised I would cherish him and protect him and... (thinking) and somehow I still ruin it.

Leon: You can't change the past. What matters now is that you are doing something to remedy it. Merlin also told me about his plan.

Arthur: You mean his "offended lover act"? Yeah, that's why I'm keeping my distance. I still think this is absurd, but if he is so invested on this charade, then I'll support him.

Leon: (smiles, proud) You are very mature, sire. Merlin is very lucky to have someone so wise and considerate as his lo-

Arthur: THAT LECHEROUS BASTARD! 😡

Leon: ...excuse me, Sire?

Arthur: (points through the window, furious) There! Look!

From Arthur's window, they both can appreciate Merlin and Gwaine interacting.

Leon: I'm sure they are just talking, my lord.

Arthur: No, I know his kin, he's flirting with my Merlin!

Leon: You just met the man yesterday.

Arthur: Look! They are laughing!

Leon: Maybe he told him a joke.

Arthur: (mouth open) No... he didn't just... He patted his arm! 😤

Leon: A very friendly gesture.

Arthur: (fuming)

Leon: As I was saying, is admirable that you support and respect Merlin's idea no matter what-

Arthur: (leaves running)

Leon: (sighs) Well... at least Lancelot will have a new partner at the stables.

Back to the present.

Arthur: (grabs Merlin and pulls him away from Gwaine, a possesive arm around Merlin's waist)

Merlin: (looks at him, confused) Arthur?

Gwaine: (still on the floor, mumbles to himself, looking at Merlin and Arthur) The prince's mistress... The prince's male lover... the... OH! (finally puts the pieces together)

Arthur: (to Gwaine) You. What do you think you are doing? 😑

Gwaine: Uhm, you know, (puts his arms behind his head and crosses his legs, smiling) taking the sun. With a beauty by my side. Until you interrupted us.

Arthur: Don't be ridiculous. Stop harassing Merlin.

Gwaine: (offended) I'm not harassing anyone!

Arthur: I saw you holding his hand and also how he pulled away uncomfortably from you. In my language that's harassment.

People around: (who have been staring for a while, start to murmur between them)

Merlin: Arthur, relax. He wasn't-

Gwaine: (stands up) What is the problem your highness? Feeling insecure?

Arthur: (about to lunge at him)

Merlin: (stops him, puting himself infront of Arthur, hands on his chest) Arthur, no.

Gwaine: (raises hands as in surrender) I mean, I get it. Any man would feel insecure with this face the gods have blessed me with.

Arthur: (struggling with Merlin) Insecure? of you? (scoffs) Why should I feel insecure about a simple foreign who has no honor or a coin in his pocket. A nobody whose only reason for being in the castle is because he got into a fight with some bandits.

Gwaine: (standing tall, raising his voice) This nobody was able to defeat the bandits that even the royal guards couldn't! But don't worry, I don't expect your gratitude. (looks at Merlin) Your lover's gratitude is more than enough for me. (checks Merlin out shamelessly)

Arthur: (furious) Now you are dead! (tries to lunge at him again)

Merlin: (his arms around Arthur now to stop him) Don't! Arthur, please! (spots Lancelot and Leon in the distance and yells) Lancelot, Leon, help!

Lancelot: (runs to help Merlin to contain Arthur)

Leon: (who ran downstairs as soon as he saw Arthur had no intentions to be civil, hurries to help Merlin to contain Arthur too)

Gwaine: Leave him! I want to see if the prince's skill is as praised and to check if he is really the best warrior in Camelot. Although considering the skills of the royal cavalry, I highly doubt it.

Arthur: I can show you whenever you want! (struggles harder against Lancelot and Leon hold)

Gwaine: Yes, you're probably used to beating all your knights. The difference between me and them is that I'm not going to hold back, nor will I let you win for fear of losing my position.

Leon: (very offended, about to talk in defense of his prince) You-

Merlin: (raises his voice, angry) Enough! Gwaine, you're being very disrespectful. You're talking to the Prince of Camelot. How dare you insult his skills? He's the greatest knight I've ever seen. Arthur has worked and trained very hard since he was a child. You have no right to talk to him like that.

Leon and Lancelot: (look at Merlin, the person who disrespects and insults the prince 24/7, like he growed a second head)

Gwaine: Are you going to slap me again, my lady? 😏

Arthur: He slapped you?! 😨 What did you do to Merlin to make him slap you the first time?! 😡 (struggles even harder, more furious)

Merlin: (to Lancelot and Leon) Take him away.

Lancelot and Gwaine: (start dragging Arthur away)

Arthur: (keeps kicking and screaming as he is dragged away) Let go of me! I'll kill him! What did the fuck did you do?! 😤 (and he's gone)

Merlin: (turns to Gwaine, very serious) No, I'm not going to slap you, but if you keep insulting him I will hit you and not like a lady. (leaves)

Gwaine: Wait, I didn't get your name! (watches Merlin leave, still with a grin on his face) Damn.

Percival: (gets to Gwaine walking through the people gather for the conmotion) I should have know it was you who was making such scandal. (looks in the direction where Arthur, Merlin, Lancelot and Leon left) Was that the prince? What trouble did you get yourself into this time?

Gwaine: (innocently) I don't look for trouble. Trouble finds me.

Percival: Sure 😒. Have you decided what are we going to ask the King yet?

Gwaine: Oh, I know exactly what I'm going to ask.

Meanwhile, somewhere inside the castle.

Merlin: (very angry) What the fuck was that?!

Arthur: (very angry too) I should be the one asking! (to Leon and Lancelot) You let go of me already!

Lancelot and Leon: (let go)

Merlin: I'm not the one who almost beated a man in the middle of the main square for no reason!

Arthur: (almost shouting in disbelief) No reason?!

Merlin: Gwaine went too far with his words, I won't deny that, but you were agressive with him even before that. You weren't just acting like a clotpole or a dollophead, you were hysterical!

Arthur: (very sarcastic) Hysterical?! Why would I be hysterical?! It's not like I just witnessed a man flirting with you from my window, that said man insulted me on my face, and then you prevented me from putting him in his place!

Merlin: He wasn't-wait, you were watching me from your window? 😦

Arthur: Don't change the subject! (accusingly) What were you doing with Gwaine?

Merlin: Nothing! We were just talking.

Leon: Sire, may I suggest-

Arthur: No, you may not.

Lancelot: (opens his mouth)

Arthur: You neither! (to Merlin again) I'm just saying you weren't exactly rejecting his attentions back there.

Merlin: First you say I was being harassed and now you say I was flirting. Make up your mind, will you? (pauses, realising) Wait... you are acting like this just because you are jealous? Really?

Arthur: (sarcastic) No, I'm not jealous, Merlin. It's not like you have given me reasons. Or have you?

Merlin: (stony face and neutral voice) You are right. I have given you none.

Arthur: (realises Merlin now is really, really mad, thinking) Fuck.

Lancelot and Leon: 😰😰

Arthur: Merlin-

Merlin: For your sake I advice you to choose your next words very carefully.

Arthur: It's not that I don't trust you. I just want to understand. Merlin, when I arrived you... you were holding hands!

Merlin: So? I'm a man, Arthur, not a woman. I can have contact with other men. Stop treating me like some maiden or damsel in distress!

Arthur: (yells) I DON'T TREAT YOU LIKE A MAIDEN, I TREAT YOU LIKE MY LOVER!

Merlin:...

Lancelot and Leon: ...

Servants around: 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

Arthur: (takes a deep breath to compose himself, just barely, and says in a deep voice) I treat you like my lover, because that's what you are. My lover, my Merlin, MINE. So forgive me if I'm offended to see MY lover holding hands with another man, a man who has clearly shown his interest in you!

Merlin: ...

Servants around: (murmur)

Leon: (coughs) As I was trying to suggest before, maybe you should take this argument to somewhere more private, my lord.

Time skip. Arthur and Merlin alone in Arthur's chambers.

Merlin: Gwaine met me as Lady Merelyn and today I revealed it to him she was me. That was it. We were joking. It was a joke, nothing more.

Arthur: So what history do you have as Lady Merely with Gwaine?

Merlin: Arthur.

Arthur: I'm not saying you were unfaithful. But I did hear something about a ring in that joke of yours and he said you slapped him, so you can't blame me for being curious.

Merlin: (sighs) He did flirt with Lady Merelyn, alright, but never overstepped. He just did a few compliments there and there. But then Lancelot told him I was "the prince's mistress" and I guess his pride were wounded because he started to talk bad about you. That's when I slapped him and gave him a piece of my mind.

Arthur: And the ring part?

Merlin: Well, in our argument, he kind of claimed he could give me "comittement" so I asked "where's my ring?"

Arthur: WHAT?! 😨

Merlin: To shut him up. I knew the kind of man Gwaine was from the start. As soon as I mention the ring he panicked and stopped bothering me.

Arthur: (gives a long sigh)

Merlin: Are you calm now?

Arthur: I'll be once he leaves this castle.

Merlin: Why? I just told you his interest was in Lady Merelyn, not me.

Arthur: He flirted with you as a man too, Merlin.

Merlin: He was joking! He just wanted to mess with you. And of course you let him get to you as the clotpole you are!

Arthur: ...

Merlin: What?

Arthur: That's really what you believe, don't you?

Merlin: Well, why else would he do it?

Silence.

Merlin: Look, I've been walking all day and I'm tired. So I'll be in my room resting while you think about your behaviour today. (leaves, going to his chambers)

Arthur: (murmurs to himself, incredulous) He has... no idea. (laughs dryly) He really has NO IDEA.

Arthur's flashback. Percival visiting Gwaine's grave.

Arthur: (aproaches Percival) Percival.

Percival: My lord.

Arthur: I believe I own you an apology. I was so self absorbed in my grieve, that I didn't notice you were grieving too. Gwaine was my friend too after all, one of my best knights, but I haven't properly shown my respects till today.

Percival: It's alright, sire. We all know what Merlin meant to you. (smiles sadly) He meant a lot to Gwaine too.

Arthur: (nods) Gaius told me Gwaine scorted Merlin to the Crystal Cave. He was there for him when I wasn't and for that I'm grateful. He didn't deserve his fate. What Morgana did, using Eira to get information from him and then torture him, it has no name.

Percival: I don't think he ever cared about Eira.

Arthur: He went after Morgana after her execution, did he not?

Percival: Yes, but no because of her. He was torned because he was fool enough to tell her he was taking Merlin to the valley of the fallen kings. As far as he knew he had almost doomed Merlin with his carelesness. And then Morgana finished to get all the information from him when he tortured him with the nathair, so he died thinking he failed him.

Arthur: (smiles sadly) I guess I can relate to that feeling.

Percival: (gives a small nostalgic laugh) I don't think he ever got over his crush on Merlin in that sense.

Arthur: WHAT?! 😨

Percival: (surprised) Oh, you didn't know?

Arthur: That's... that's impossible! He was a womanizer. I mean, I've only ever seen him with women.

Percival: Yes, but he was into men too. He was never discret about it, but men who like men do not abound pricesly. And it's true he had a preference for women, but... Merlin was always especial, you know?

Arthur: ...

Percival: Are you alright, my lord?

Arthur: Were they... were they ever...

Percival: No, I don't think so. He always came to me like a kicked out puppy everytime Merlin rejected his advances. Though I'm not sure Merlin ever realized Gwaine's flirting was serious. Either way he clearly had no insterest in Gwaine, so eventually he gave up.

Arthur: ...

Percival: My lord?

Arthur: (forces a smile) I have to go. It was nice talking to you. (leaves)

Percival: ...

End of Arthur's flashback.

Finding out Gwaine's feelings for Merlin was a breaking point for Arthur. His memories with Gwaine and Merlin interacting were more clear. Where he once saw friendly behaviour, he detected the flirting . And those memories started hunting him as much as Merlin's last words to him. They made him grumpy, upset and later he discovered why.

Arthur was jealous. Jealous of a dead man. Because he got to flirt with Merlin, he got to show his interest in him even though he was rejected. And it was him Merlin went to when he was vulnerable, without his magic, it was him he asked to protect him when he went to the Crytal Cave and not Arthur.

And, inevitably, the more aware he became of his feelings for Merlin, the more his hatred for Gwaine's memory grew.

Now Gwaine has shown interest in Merlin again, maybe even stronger than before, and , of course, Merlin as the clueless clotepole he was can't see it cause, apparently, he is unable to notice when someone has any romantic interest on him.

But now Merlin was his. He worked very hard to get him back and he is not going to let Gwaine take merlin from him.

...

It may seem funny, but Arthur's jealousy here is actually pretty toxic and I'm not going to sugarcoat it.

Credits to my best friend Rosangela, who help with the dialogues.

Arthur's reaction to Gwaine brazenly flirting with Merlin ✅️

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[mastermindmiko]

Gatherings at the Burrow (Percy Weasley edition)

Pairing: Percy Weasley + Reader Warnings: none, I believe but lmk Word count: 2534 If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist Ron Weasley edition And Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate

Gatherings at the Burrow have never been anything short of brilliant, I've only ever gone there for three years, but each year seems to be better than the one before it.

"You really should visit more often, dear." Molly says, whilst giving me a hug as soon as I enter. I raise my voice, sure to make sure that a certain someone that is also present hears, "I would, If my stupid boss gave me some time off every once in a while!"

"Go complain about it to HR!" Percy yelled back, and although I can’t even see his face, I can imagine the smirk that he must be wearing. Molly leads me inside to the living room where everyone is sitting. I look around the room, waving to everyone, asking how they are. Fred comes from over the room, from his place next to George and Angelina. He says, “Hey there, gorgeous.” 

I roll my eyes at his antics, but this only seems to egg him on even more. He grins at me, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and asks, “Have an answer yet?” 

“You mean to the same question you ask me everytime I’m here?” I counter, teasing. His Cheshire grin spreads wider and he nods, quivering with his eyebrows. I fold my arms over my chest and say, “No, Fred, I will not go out with you.” 

“Shame…” He trails off, and he leans closer to me faces inches apart. He whispers, “But you’ll be dating a Weasley soon enough.” 

Before I get to question what exactly he’s implying, and get to act oblivious as if a person who’s blind wouldn’t know about my crush on a certain Weasley, Fred get’s flicked on his forehead. He flinches back and raises a palm to his forehead. Fred exclaims, “Ow!”

Fred glares at Percy, and Percy with his always stoic expression replies, monotonously, “Stop harassing my employee.” 

“You’d think she’d have graduated from that title a long time ago.” Fred teases, rubbing his forehead. I would’ve wished the same, but that’s all I am to Percy. Fred turns to me and pointing at the albeit pinkish bit of skin on his forehead, he whines, “Is it bruised? I feel like it’s bruised? Ugh, Weatherby’s maimed me!” 

“Don’t call me Weatherby.” Percy says, sharply. I smile, remembering how Percy told me that for a long time Barty Crouch Sr. wouldn’t call him anything except that name. Fred laughs, and stumbles back to where he was sitting next to George. 

George notices this and looks at Percy. George exclaims, “Percy’s finally done with his work!” 

The Weasleys, all of them, and their spouses cheer on, but Percy waves his hand dismissively. Percy explains, “I only came here to greet her.” 

The room falls silent, and Percy turns to look at me. I raise my eyebrows, questioningly. He clears his throat, and mumbles, “Hello.” 

He quickly turns and heads to the kitchen, where he will continue working. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at the interaction. Ginny comes up from behind me, and wraps her hand around my arm. She begs, “Please, go talk to him, we never see him. All he does is work.” 

“He doesn’t listen to me at work, I’m not sure he’ll listen to me, now.” I say, looking back at the kitchen door. Ginny purses her lips and pleads, “You can at least try.” 

“I will…” Ginny claps, “But under the condition that after, you’ll tell me all about your first game for the Holyhead Harpies next week.” 

She shakes my hand, and returns to her seat next to Luna. I walk into the kitchen and I’m overcome by the smell of food, and Merlin, Molly’s always been such a fantastic cook. I ask, instinctively, “Do you need any help, Mrs. Weasley?” 

“For the millionth time, call me Molly, dear, and no thank you. But, it would be wonderful if you can get that one to put the quill down.” Molly says, then tilts her head towards Percy, who's got his papers spread out on the counter. He purses his lips at his mother’s words and he scratches his temple before sighing and continuing to work. Molly and I exchange a look before I walk towards Percy. 

‘I’m on it,’ I mouth. The table is filled with hundreds of papers, and I can see the ink stains on his hands from writing. He’s mumbling something under his breath as he reads yet another case. He notices my close proximity to him and he lifts up a hand to stop me, he says, “If you’re here to get me to stop working then don’t waste your breath.” 

“I’m not going to do that.” I defend, and pull up a chair and sit next to him. I set my elbow on the table and rest my chin against my palm. He gives me a weary glance then continues to work. He’s just barely grabbed his quill again before I say, “Are those the new transportation regulations?” 

“Hmm.” He says, not sparing me a glance. I’ve never shared an office with Percy, but we have spent the occasional day together when there was an important meeting awaiting. Percy always made sure I had a lot on my hands, and that’s only increased ever since he became head of the department of magical transportation. I wait for a moment till I notice the way his brows furrow, and then ask, “For what?” 

“I sent you the files last week.” He states and I know what they are, but Percy doesn’t know that. I can start to see him frown due to lack of focus. I grin and say, “Brooms?” 

“Apparition?” 

“Floo?” 

“Yes, Floo.” Percy replies, sharply. He gives me a sharp look before he notices the smile I’m wearing and he simply rolls his eyes. He says, “Today is your day off, what are you doing here talking about work?” 

“I’m bored.” I shrug my shoulders, he rubs his forehead, and looks back at his papers. He signs a paper and then I decide it’s a good time to move on to a different tactic. Percy is still wearing his work clothes, and it’s an extra incentive to get him to finish working. I brush off a bit of invisible lint on his shoulder. I can see his eyes flicker across the room. I wait a minute before taking his glasses off, and Percy groans in frustration.

I chuckled at his expression, and he proceeded to give me a dirty look. I flick my wrist to get some tissue paper and rub the glass lenses with them. I place his glasses back on his nose, and he looks at me, unamused, “You’re not going to give it up, are you?” 

“Probably.” I grin, and he sighs. I can see a grin trying to make its way onto his face. He negotiates, “I’ll finish another contract and I’ll be done.” 

“I’m okay with that.” 

“You can get going now, you’ve done your job.” 

“Nice try, I’m waiting right here, till you get up.” I shuffle, making myself more comfortable on a very uncomfortable stool. He turns back to his papers, and gets on with his work, but not before giving me a look of amusement. I watch him, and sometimes I forget how comforting it is just to look at Percy. Despite being in a suit, he ungelled his hair. It’s the way I preferred it, but he always deemed it unprofessional. 

“I’m going now, and I expect you both to be with the others in no more than fifteen minutes.” Molly threatens, then leaves. I watch her walk away and notice the plates of food on the dining table. Their smell engulfed the room and it made my stomach twist in hunger. I look at Percy, hoping that he’s almost finished. 

His blue eyes skim over the paper and he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. A strand falls over his eyes, and he pays it no mind. I should’ve done the same, but instead my hand reaches out and brushes it away. How could I not when it falls over his perfect eyes and brushes over his cheeks and dotted freckles. He turns to look at me, and that’s when I register what I just did. I quickly pull my hand away, and abruptly stand up. 

“I’m going to go. You better be done in five minutes.” The threat is weak, but it’s all I could give before walking away quickly to where everyone was. I rush back into the dining room where everyone is sitting and I quickly take one of the empty seats next to Ginny, and notice that the only empty seat is next to mine. Molly had distributed the food on the table perfectly, and everyone had already started filling their plates up with food. 

Percy walks in a minute after I sit down, and scans the room before sitting down next to me. George wiggles his eyebrows at me and I glare at him while waving my knife in his general vicinity. Percy slips his nimble fingers over the edge of the knife carefully and slides it away from my hand, he places it on his other side (the side that I cannot access). He explains, “No one is safe while you are holding a knife.” 

“Hey-” I start to object before Ginny hears her brother’s voice and then exclaims, “Percy! You’ve finally left your work!” 

“I haven’t been working for that long.” Percy grumbles, and there are murmurs of disagreement from everyone sitting at the table. Percy opens his mouth to protest but not before Mr. Weasley interrupts Hermione by saying, “What is this muggle thing that I’ve been hearing about…this um Wi-Fi?” 

“Uhh, well, it’s hard to explain Mr. Weasley.” Hermione stutters, and soon enough everyone is hounding her about what Wi-Fi is and everyone is completely enamoured by the idea. Fred and George think about getting some of it, before realizing they would have nothing to use it for. Midway through that conversation Percy learns to my side and asks, “Do you really think I work that often?” 

I swallow my food and look at him, wetting my lips before saying, “Honestly? Yeah, you do.” 

Percy purses his lips, that obviously not being the response that he wanted. I place my hand on his forearm and explain, “you work hard and that’s an honourable thing to do, but you’ve been working hard for so long and well, you’re head of the department, there is no other place to go but to be the minister of magic, and I think Hermione would kill you if you got that job and not her, so I think you should be taking more breaks than you do-” 

“I take plenty breaks-”

“Sleeping and eating don’t count, Percy.” I chuckle, and he hums, deep in thought. The conversation between the Weasleys ensues and everything is going well, and I can’t help but think of how grateful I am that I was brought into this family and was welcomed. I wasn’t that close to Ron during our time at Hogwarts but I never thought that I’d be considered a part of this family. 

Everyone had already returned back to the dining room, and Molly started to take the dishes back to the kitchen and I helped her, despite her saying that I don’t have to. I break the comfortable silence between us by saying, “I never thanked you for inviting me three years ago to your home, and into your family”

“Of course It’s the least I could do, after hearing my son gush about you so much” Molly replies, while putting the last of the dishes away into the sink, waving her wand so that three sponges start doing the washing. A towel floats up into the air and starts drying the freshly clean dishes. I ask, “Ron?”

“No, Percy!” She says, and I’m surprised by her reply. She continues, making me even more confused, “Arthur always said that workplace relationships aren’t that good of an idea, but I think that it’s good for Percy to have someone who cares about him with him all the time, especially when that person is as good as you, my dear.”

“Oh, I think you might be mistaken Mrs. Weasley-” 

“Molly”

“Molly,” I correct with a chuckle before continuing, “Percy doesn’t think of me that way.” 

I give her an awkward grin, before she looks at me unconvinced. Molly said while patting me on the shoulder, “I thought the same about Arthur, but we’ve been married for nearly forty years now.” 

***

I really, really didn’t want to ask him about it, really didn’t want to, but I’ve never been one to listen to my head. It’s noon when he walks out of his office and into mine which is just right outside his. He asks, “Do you heave the legislations for the-” 

“Percy-” I interrupt him and he looks up from the papers in his hand. I clear my throat before saying, “I wanna talk to you about something.” 

His eyebrows furrow before he takes off his glasses and waves his hand, sending the papers and the glasses back into his office. He folds his arms, and nods his head, a motion for me to start. I get up to move around my desk to stand in front of him. I lean against my desk and start, “Molly, told me an interesting um thing yesterday.” 

“Yeah well mom tends to talk about a bunch of random things, she’s quite like the twins in that way.” He explains and has a fond smile on his face, thinking about his family. Say, “It wasn’t like that really, she um said that, three- well when I started working here that you- talked about me a lot, I guess-” 

His face flushes a dark shade of red, and he avoids my gaze, opting to look around the room instead. I continued, “And she mentioned something about workplace relationships and I just wanted to ask, if you- well I don’t know, if you like me or something? And I mean… romantically.” 

My voice squeaks unnaturally at the last bit, and my face is already pretty much burning by the end. I want to bury myself in the ground while I wait for him to respond. He grumbles, “Never telling anyone in that family anything again-” 

“Is it true Percy? Am I right?” I push and his eyes meet mine briefly. He runs a hand through his perfectly combed back hair. He rants, “Y-yes, but you never have to worry about it because it would be completely unprofessional for me to act upon my unreciprocated feelings-” 

“They aren’t.” 

“What?” He pauses, and I smile at him. I take a step towards him and press my lips to his. His arms immediately go around my waist and pull me towards him. I grin against his lips at the motion. When the lack of oxygen reaches my lungs, he pulls away and he asks, “And dates, that would be considered a break wouldn’t it?” 

“Yes it would.” 

[sereina-archive]

The power hardly ever goes out in Anistar, especially for something as mundane as a simple storm. But today it's especially bad apparently, since they're sitting in the dark bundled up in blankets while the rain pelts hard at the windows. It's not so hard to pass the time while they wait, it's nice to just be in eachother's presence just as always. It's comfortable and sweet, but Red decides to make it a bit more interesting.

"What if…everytime the thunder rolls in, I kiss you." He suggests only half innocently, "and maybe the louder the thunder is, the deeper the kiss will be."

It wasn’t very often that a storm rolled though that was bad enough to knock out power. This was one of those storms, deep grey clouds rolling in and turning the blue afternoon skies into something sinister and dark. Most of their teams had either filtered outside knowing a storm was approaching, while others stuck to the indoors to hunker down. Serena knew it was going to be quite the storm, receiving several alerts on her phone in warning. It wasn’t uncommon to see people taking walks through their neighborhood, but as the winds began to pick up, it was practically deserted.

They’d chosen to hunker down in the living room, Serena watching him play a game on the TV. It only began to grow darker, rain began to patter against in the window in large drops. Flashes of lightning cleaved through the dark, one bolt striking down within the city itself. The accompanying thunder sounded like the crack of a whip, happening hardly a second after the strike. The noise slowly dissolved into low rumbling, enough to shake the house slightly.

Serena had been opening her mouth to make a comment, when everything in house suddenly shut off. There was a resounding silence that fell over them, only the sound of the rain hitting the windows filled that void momentarily, before Serena laughed quietly.

“Well,” she starts, standing up from the couch, “at least I have plenty of candles!” She started placing candles around the house, making sure they were away from curtains and other flammable things, before enlisting the help of Merlin to light them all the same time.

When she returned, she saw Red had gotten up to fetch a multitude of blankets from the linen closet, already bundled up himself despite not really needing to. It was likely just for comfort, and for her, but she wasn’t complaining. Seeing him among the blankets was really cute.

Serena settled in the blanket pile next to him, wiggling her way beneath and to get closer to him. The candles lit up in the house cast the rooms in a soft glow, flashes of lightning outside also momentarily making things brighter. It’d been so long since she had to deal with a power outage that she wasn’t sure about what to do. It’d probably be best to stay off her phone in case of an emergency, not wanting to deplete the battery. 

She took his hand in hers, idly trailing her finger over his palm, when he spoke up, grabbing her attention immediately. There’s a flutter in her stomach as she smiles in response to his idea. “That sounds fun,” she pauses, hearing a quick clap of thunder outside, before her grin turned into more of a smirk, “better get to work, huh?”

The peck on her lips was quick, as short as the thunder that had been previously heard. She giggled, eyes moving to look towards the windows in anticipation for the next flash of lightning.

Either the storm was somehow getting worse, or some deity of lightning and thunder was looking out for them, because it grew a lot more intense right when they decided to play this little game. Most of the thunder rolling overhead was only a second or two, but there had been a couple that rolled and rumbled for close to ten seconds before it tapered off.

Those were her favorites so far, allowing their kisses to grow much deeper, and last longer. They always left her breathless, wanting more, and the storm delivered. It was still raining hard, the noise of drops hitting the window muffling out her heart racing in her ears.

Another resounding clap of thunder, and another kiss. She placed her hands on either side of him, leaning in further as she heard the vague noise of dishware rattling in the cupboards. Even with the thunder coming to an end, she chose not to part, and he wasn’t either, their kiss only deepening further and further. The storm was a far off concern in her mind, Serena totally forgetting that the power was even out in the first place. She felt fire through her veins, the weather only making her feel further electrified.

She needed him, like the earth needed rain.

[hxneymalfxy]

a first for everything. [two]

summary: when you get accepted into hogwarts for a transfer year, you are beyond ecstatic. however, you soon find out a change in enviornment won’t be your only problem. draco malfoy, the most dramatic boy in your year, has been chosen to keep an eye on you throughout your entire year. what on earth could go wrong?

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3k

pairing: prefect!draco malfoy x ilvermorny!reader

part/s: intro // one // two // to be continued

tag-list: @drawlfoy (comment below if you’d like to be added!)

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You sat in solitude, all alone in the Gryffindor common room. It was barely sunrise before you had unwillingly gotten up out of your bed. Breakfast wasn’t served until seven-thirty, so you had about two more hours before anyone else decided to get up. Even after a month, the time difference still hadn’t set in. So here you were, wide awake with your headphones wrapped around your neck as they hummed the familiar sound of Hanson.

You sipped at the warm canister of coffee, enjoying the taste of the brewed beverage. Yes, coffee. Tea just never seemed to satisfy you enough. Pulling the wool blanket further up, you shift yourself to a more comfortable spot on the worn down couch.

Since there was no hope for you trying to fall back asleep, the only other option for you to do was your schoolwork. Which in itself was already very limited since you and Hermione had worked together last night in the library.

Grabbing your book bag, you shuffle through all of your books and decided on Potions. This was one of your only subjects that Malfoy couldn’t top you at. You recalled the first Potions class you and him attended. Surprisingly enough, you already knew most of the basics since Ilvermorny had taught them the year before.

This, for some reason, enraged the tall boy. It was as if he always wanted to be above you- everyone- for that matter. So it was quite a confidence boost when Professor Snape had given you a perfect mark on your first potion, while Draco was left standing next to you mumbling and muttering how pathetic the class was.

You had now completely abandoned the thought of reading the book in your hand, as you were so entranced by the memories of the past month. Then realization kicked in. You’d been in Hogwarts for an entire month now! All alone in a new school, and you had managed to survive without much help.

Except for the fact that Dumbledore still wasn’t giving up on the idea of Malfoy being your ‘guide’. He was quite the opposite actually. There was never a day where Malfoy hadn’t taken the time to comment about your abilities. Merlin’s Beard, there was even a day where he had made fun of the way you held your quill.

With that being said, you tried nearly every week to get Dumbledore to change his mind. Hell, you even brought him chocolates once! But it- sadly- always ended with him declining your offer. He didn’t give you a reason, just always calmly said “You’ll find out on your own why I’ve chosen the Malfoy boy as your guide.”

You certainly hoped that it would be soon, because it wasn’t just Malfoy messing with you. In fact his entire friend group had made it their top priority to constantly tease you. It was honestly tiring, always feeling like you were dealing with a bunch of petty middle schoolers.

But despite everything, you and Malfoy still kept the promise you made to each other at the start of the year. He’d ‘help’ you get your way around the corridors and classes, and you wouldn’t tell anyone about his association with you. Looking back at it, you should’ve at least added something a bit more beneficial to your side. But it was too late now, seeing as Draco quite enjoyed his end of the bargain.

You still couldn’t believe the fact that he was a Prefect. Sometimes you wanted to snatch the shiny green badge that he wore so proudly and throw it out into the vastness of the forbidden forest. That would definitely show him.

You scoffed, realizing a few moments later that the idea was irrational. Sighing, you focus your attention back to the Potions book you had dropped to the floor, deciding that it would be better reading it rather than litter your memory with thoughts of revenge against Draco Malfoy.

You were a good six pages in when you suddenly heard the entrance of the tower opening. Your head snapped to the direction of the painting creaking open, waiting for whatever it was to come into the common room. The Potions book was yet again disregarded as you now stood behind the couch, your wand held tightly in your hand.

The sound footsteps got closer, and your wand stayed raised in the air. When the figure finally revealed itself- or themselves rather- you let out a sigh of relief. The Weasley twins stood in front of you, boxes of what you assumed was jokes piled in their hands.

“And what are you doing up this early?” George whispered, as he quietly stepped around you to set the boxes down on the floor. Fred followed behind him, doing the same.

“I should be asking you that, Weasley.” You smiled. Fred and George exchanged looks and let out a quiet laugh, trying not to wake anyone up.

“Nothing important. Just.... business.” Fred said in a quite voice as his eye lit up with mischief and excitement. You rolled your eyes and stifled a small giggle, leaving them to tend to whatever jokes were inside their boxes. You sat back down on the couch, adjusting yourself to the same spot you were in moments ago.

You took another sip from your canister, and continued on where you left off. Potions had always seemed to intrigue you, even at Ilvermorny. You got almost perfect scores everytime you completed a potion, even the complicated ones. However, as you skimmed through the rest of the pages, you noticed one that you weren’t quite familiar with.

The bold letters on the page spelled out it’s name; Felix Felicis. Not only did it take 6 months to make, but it was way more complicated and harder to brew than any other potion you’ve tried to do. You’ve never even heard of some of the ingredients required to make it! You quickly grabbed a highlighter from your bag and highlighted the page title, wanting to remember it. It was nothing special really, you did this with all the potions you believed you could brew.

After a reading through more of the books pages, the sun had started to shine through the glass stained window that overlooked the entire common room. It wasn’t a very bright light, since the rather gloomy season had already started to take place. Taking this as a sign to get ready, you grabbed your belongings and headed back up to the dormitories.

It was the start of your second month, and you said a silent prayer to whoever was up there, hoping and praying they’d make it a smooth one.

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The Gryffindor table was loud as always, students chatting and eating away their sleepiness. You sat at your usual spot, surronded by the trio and your other friends. In front of you was an array of food; ranging from cereals to whole breakfast platters.

You noticed that the scenery had changed as well, with the ceilings being covered in an assortment of orange and red leaves and the windows being tinted to give off a homey feel. Hogwarts never ceases to amaze you.

You slurped at your bowl of cereal, enjoying the cocoa flavor. Ron sat infront of you as always, Harry by his side and Hermione on yours. He chomped away at the breakfast sausage, too preoccupied reading whatever he was holding to notice his loud chewing.

It didn’t bother you that much, seeing as everyone was doing the same thing. It did however annoy Hermione, since she had started reading another one of the books from the library. It surprised you that so much knowledge could fit into that brain of hers. She was something else.

“Hermione why don’t you eat something first? You’ve always got your head stuck in a book, I’m scared you’ll forget to even breathe at times.” You told the very determined girl next to you.

You could hear Ron let out a laugh, and you yourself couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips. Hermione finally looked up at you, eyes clearly tired from working so much.

“But there’s a quiz in DADA later today, and I most definitely do not want to fa-“

“Uh-uh, no. You won’t be able to focus if you don’t eat the most important meal of the day.” You said, sliding the book away from her reach.

She pouted, upset that you took her valued book away. You gave her another look, and she sighed finally giving in, piling a good amount of food on her plate.

“Wow, so you’ll listen to [Y/N]’s advice but not mine? I’m hurt.” Ron said playfully, grabbing his heart as if to mimic the pain of betrayal.

You laughed at this, enjoying the small bicker between him and Hermione. It wasn’t hard to see the signs of a faint attraction between them, even if they themselves couldn’t see it.

“It’s a shame you’re not in many of our classes [Y/N].” Ron said. “You should see Hermione fuss about every little thing-“

Ron never got to finish his sentence though, before Hermione had whacked him on the head with a parchment roll. At this you laughed harder than before, enjoying the face of regret Ron had on now.

“It is a shame isn’t it? [Y/N] won’t be able to see how much of a complete nonce you are.” Hermione remarked, crossing her arms. Despite her annoyed tone, her lips had still managed to form into a slight smile.

Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes, averting his attention back to the food in front of him. The four of you continued to converse, Harry complaining about the next Quidditch game, Hermione worrying about school, and Ron just living in the moment.

You smiled to yourself. You were definitely going to miss them once you left for good.

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Once breakfast had ended, you and trio had disbanded in the corridor. You were all alone now, walking by yourself among the sea of students surrounding you. You were more than familiar with the halls and corridors- courtesy of Malfoy, sadly- so it wasn’t that difficult heading to classes anymore.

You silently made your way to the Dungeons, your headphones on your head blasting all of your favorite tracks. Potions was- thankfully- your first class of the day. The other classes weren’t necessarily that bad, it was just Draco that ruined them.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts of the rude boy. You were going to be stuck with him for the rest of the day, the least you could do was get some alone time before then.

When you finally made it to the Potions classroom you made your way to your usual spot. He hadn’t arrived yet, and you let out a sigh of relief. You hid your Walkman back in your bag, getting the necessary things needed for Snape’s class.

Professor Snape was scary, but so were others. In fact, your teacher at Ilvermorny could’ve easily scared Snape away with just a glance. You were honestly still shocked that other students in your year were still terrified of him, seeing as you were almost two years away from graduating.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw that Malfoy had arrived, throwing his bag onto the table. He didn’t acknowledge you, and you didn’t acknowledge him. He left his post, making his way back to his goons.

So there you were, all alone once again. You sat on the tall stool, arms supporting you on the table as you read through more of the different potions. You remembered the one you highlited earlier that day; Felix Felicis- also known as Liquid Luck.

You didn’t know why it fascinated you so much. Perhaps it was the effects of the Potion that made you even more determined to brew it one day. Draco quickly made his way back, indicating that Professor Snape had arrived.

You took another step to your left, not wanting to invade his personal space. Contrary to popular belief, Malfoy wasn’t exactly the bravest person everybody put him to be. The only reason why you noticed this in the first place is because he was clearly intimidated by Snape himself. It was quite funny actually, a teenage boy feeling the need to be superior to a Professor.

“Turn to page 297.” Snape announced in his usual voice, his eyes scanning the room for any misbehaving students. “Can anyone... tell me what the use and effects of an Amortentia potion are?”

You knew this one. Even had some personal experience with it. They were nasty Love Potions, used to make other people feel a great attraction towards you. Your bestfriend had tried to use it on one of the Lacrosse players at Ilvermorny- and it was safe to say that it had definitely backfired.

You raised your hand to answer, but you were beat by none other than your seatmate. Snape had moved aside from his place and revealed the small black couldron- presumably holding Amortentia. Draco had gladly gotten up out of his seat, not forgetting to throw a nasty glance at you before he did.

He stood behind the pot and began to explain. “Amortentia- or Love Potions- are used to create an illusion of being in ‘love’. Once used, the person affected by this potion is blinded by obsession and infatuation.”

“And the effects?” Snape snapped coldly, clearly annoyed at how Draco was turning this into something he could show off. You stifled a laugh when Draco’s smirk faltered, clearly not having been able to impress Snape.

“It’s aroma is different to each person who consumes it.” Draco paused, pulling another one of his show-off acts. He smirked and walked next to the couldron.

“For example, I smell” He took a small whif, inhaling the sweet smell of the Potion. “new linen, chocolate and-“ He paused once more, his smirk ultimately leaving his lips. “freshly brewed coffee.” His last words would’ve been impossible for you to hear if you weren’t seated so close to the front.

“10 points to Slytherin.” Snape announced, and motioned sharply for the blonde boy to go back to his place. A confused look still plastered Draco’s face, as if he had found out something he didn’t want to.

You ignored it, and paid attention to whatever experiment you had to conjure up today. It was another one of the simple potions, nothing too hard. Snape gave the entire class 40 minutes to brew it to perfection.

You flipped to the assigned page and started immediately. Draco hadn’t moved an inch, still lost in his thoughts. You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

“Are you just gonna sit there?” His eyes met yours, and he quickly shook out of his shocked demeanor. You eyed him weirdly, since he had started acting differently. There was no sudden comeback, no outburst.

You shrugged and let out a deep sigh, eyes averting back to the potion at hand. Jars of ingredients floated off of the shelf and onto your table, opening themselves. Draco was unusually quiet, just sitting there and following whatever the book told him to.

When it eventually came to adding both of your mixtures together, Draco had completely disregarded whatever came next. You almost let it slip until you realized that the potion would completely backfire if Draco didn’t follow the step before your current one.

“Draco are you even paying attention?” You asked impatiently, watching him as he just hummed and kept mixing his pot.

Taking matters into your own hands you add whatever else needed to be added, and end moving a full two steps closer to him. Not thinking anything of it, you grabbed his hand and started stirring with him. His eyes widened quickly and shook himself out of your grasp.

“Don’t touch me.” He said firmly, the familiarity of his rude voice coming back. You rolled your eyes and stepped back to your area.

“Just keep stirring.” You replied blankly. What had gotten into him?

When Snape had come to check on your potion, you and Draco had been given a near perfect-score, leaving you satisfied and less worried. Snape dismissed the class, and you hurriedly made your way out of the room.

You felt someone nudge your shoulder forcefully, and you snapped your head forward only to find out Malfoy had done it. He was back to his usual self, rude and arrogant.

Adjusting your bag, you made your way to your next class, following the crowd of students to the stairs.

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“Another cup? Are you sure you’ll even be able to sleep tonight [Y/N]?” Hermione asked worriedly, seeing as you’ve previously consumed about two other cups of your caffeinated beverage.

Classes had ended, and you were once again sat in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn’t empty this time, most of your housemates just lounging around and waiting until it was curfew.

“I’ll be fine Granger. I’m just maxed out for today, that’s all.” It was the truth, though. You were very tired, these classes getting the best of you at times. Add the pile of homework you’d have to do and you were completely wasted.

It had become a routine for you and Hermione to work together every night, so she was nice enough to help you with most of your work. Thank Merlin.

As for everything going smoothly? Total bull. You had really hoped your second month would go a lot easier, but you were of course wrong about that. Did you regret accepting the letter of exchange? Absolutely not.

It was just that damned boy keeping you from living up your best time here at Hogwarts. Besides that, you genuinely appreciated all of the new friendships you were able to form in the past month.

About thirty minutes before curfew, you informed Hermione that you were gonna head up to the dormitories and get ready to pass out, even if your had about 300mg of caffeine pulsing through your veins.

The softness of your bed engulfed you immediately, giving you the comfort you craved so dearly. The room was dim, some girls already sound asleep. Your uniform reeked of various Niffler foods, but you couldn’t care less.

You recalled your day, trying to remember if you had anymore things you needed to catch up on. Your schoolwork had all been turned in, and your homework was done and stacked neatly on your dresser.

Your moment of comfort was ruined when memories of your morning classes emerged. The whole Amortentia situation replayed over and over in your head, remembering the stuck up explanation of Draco. His answers- for some odd reason- lingered in your mind.

Trying to recall what in the hell kept making you think of him, and you suddenly remembered his answers after smelling the potion itself. New linen, chocolate and-

Your eyes shot open, completely washing away any sign of your sleepiness.

Freshly brewed coffee.

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author’s note: hi loves! hehe i hope you enjoyed this chapter, because i really enjoyed re-writing it. i did more research into the wizarding world in North America, and they mostly focused on potions and windless magic. so if you were wondering why [Y/N] is so into potions, that is exactly why! i don’t really have a posting schedule, but i try to be consistent with uploads. but anyways, thank you for supporting! i didn’t proof-read, so if there are any typos/mistakes- i apologize!

p.s. yes, i make my own gifs :))

[futurewriter2000]

Thieves - pt. 3

A/N: So I wrote this on my phone because my comouter is broken. Until then I have my undepending phone with me... Hehe... But dont worry. Tomorrow my sister is working so that means I can steal her comluter for a while. Yas. Note to self: Never drink coffee next to your computer.

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A book was placed in front of you. Below it caused a thud and above it spread dust. Firstly, you observed it. Despite the sound it emitted and the weight you logically concluded in your head, you hoped for a nice, thin book. You laid your head on the table just to see how that hope would disappear.

You could say you were mortified.

"500 PAGES!" you shouted at your roomate as you lifted the book in front of her. "YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR 500 PAGES!"

"It's 494 pages plus 3 pages of foreword."

You stared at your roomate and with a blink of an eye you repeated what you said. "500 BLOODY PAGES!" you lifted the book under her nose and she laughed.

"It's not that lot once you start it."

"Marilla..." you put your hand on her shoulder. "You know I love myself a good book but 500 pages of boring, useless details that can dig me a grave isn't my type of genre." you continued to look at her with empathic eyes but she only rolled hers and walked away, leaving you and the 500-page book standing alone.

"What is your genre, little Bee?" an arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "War books? Spy books? Stolen books?" he winked. "Books about everything?Oooor..." he was now standing in front of you, close and steady. His hand went up to your loose strand of hair and tucked it behind your lovely ear. "A book about a handsome British man." he proudly puffed out his chest and grinned.

You wrinkled your nose and took a step back. "All is nice until a book about an obsessive stalker comes at me." you clashed with his shoulder and walked away.

When you entered the class, you believed it would be over but for him but it never was. He sat on the chair in front of you and sat opposite of how he should. His arms were laid on the back of the chair, his eyes wondering on yours. "I would hardly call myself a stalker, let alone obsessive stalker but if I am being frank with you- can I be?"

"Oh, please. Dont hold it inside just for me." you rolled your eyes.

"I would much rather be an obsessive stalker of that fine young woman who owned this book in the past. Merlin, the way she looked." he bit his fist and let out a pleasing groan.

"You talk about my sister?" your mood dropped and so did your tone.

"Yes. She was fun and gorgeous and sexy and talkative and trusting and- and just wow." he swooned and twirled on his chair meanwhile just that caused something ugly to form in your stomach.

Jealousy?- Of course it was jealousy. How can it not be that? - Even if she was long out of Hogwarts, three years to be exact, students and professors continued to swoon over her like the Gryffindor in front of you. You never liked Sirius, in any sort of way that would make you want to date him or even hold hands with him because to you, he was just someone with good genes and ignorant personality. Yet, when a handsome boy talks to you, the last thing you would want to hear is how your sister is much much better than you. In beauty and intellect.

But in a way.... That's how you always felt.

You looked down on the parchment that was laid in front of you and let your mind wander.

Sirius waited for your snarky comment or any kind of teasing remark but nothing came. His eyes glanced up at yours and he knew- he just knew you were sad. Plain sad. Has he offended you? Even if he planned to, he didn't mean to cause you that much hurt. Just some teasing as both of you were used to.

Your fingers tugged on the edge of the paper and you bit your lip subconsciously. "Yeah." you replied with a shallow voice. You took a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah she is." and with that you packed up your school supplies and sat at the other corner of the room, far away from the reminder.

He looked at you confused. He couldn't know what he could hit so close to the middle that made you walk away.

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The class was close to the end and the teacher decided to give the results of your exam taken last week. You weren't surprised to get a good grade but at the same time, you were sad.

What had happened to you? All your life you have been rebelling towards your sister, trying to get out of her shoes, trying to run away from all the pressure your parents put you through because of her. You've been doing nothing but complain about her. Of how she treats you, of how different she is with you then with others.

And this grade? This great mark you got from the help of your sister... It only made you feel like a hypocrite.

So as you were packed back in your dorm with nothing but a pack of books in front of you and another, only one book, your sister's book, beside them, you decided to make a decision.

You grabbed that one book and without any look in the mirror you went to the Gryffindor tower.

You knew the password. Your cousin is a Gryffindor, your whole family was. He was the same age as you and another acute reminder of how you stand out from the family.

You walked up to the boys dormitory and searched it whole until you found a certain name written on it. You raised your fist to knock and with all the bravery you could manage, you did.

A boy, a mixture of black and hazel, opened those doors and smiled at you. "Hey there, (y/n)."

"Hey, James." you smiled and felt yourself grow nervous. He always did have that affect on you.

"It's good to see you. What can I do for you?" he leaned on the door frame and curved his lips into a smile.

Merlin if you had a penny for each time he made you melt inside.

"Uh, well... I'm looking for Sirius."

"I thought you would sooner or later." he chuckled and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You nodded with a smile and entered the room. Four heads, eight eyes were now all on you.

"You know Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew." he pointed at each and you smiled at both of them. "And our lovely malodramtic Sirius Black."

"How can I forget the culprit?" you narrowed your eyes jokingly at him and shook your head. He only rolled his eyes in return.

"I thought that was water under the bridge."

"Not yet." you simpered and took a few steps forward. He stood up frkm the bed and started making his wat to you. The two of you met in the middle, only a few feet apart. You tugged your sleeves under the book your were holding and yet again, bit your lower lip subconsciously.

He looked down at the hidden book, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's this?" he then pointed.

"A book." you finally showed it bare and with no sleeves covering it.

"Thank you for that observation." he rolled his eyes and showed his birght teeth in a smile. "I mean why are you giving it to me? Are you giving it to me?"

"Yes." you said fast and pushed it at his chest. "Take it."

"It's not mine to take." he lifted his arm above his shoulders.

"It was a week ago." you continued to push it at his chest.

"Can we not do this here?" he said and nodded at the door, gently supporting the book with his hand.

You sighed. "I don't want it, Sirius and I bet you want it more as me." you spoke clearly with a sharp tone. The book was now at his hands and with a wave to the other boys, you left the room.

'I don't need her book. I don't. I can make it without her. I can make it better without her.' your thoughts ran through your mind over and over again. You don't want to feel so small everytime your perfect older sister is there or even slightly mentioned. It was so... so wrong for you.

"(y/n)!" someone shouted and you turned around to see the same boy running towards you.

"I told you, Sirius. I don't want the bloody book!"

"Can we stop about the book for a second?!" he stopped in front as he always did but this time his hands were firmly placed on your shoulders. "What's wrong?"

And at this point you wanted to collapse in those gentle arms and tell him you were far from okay. But he was a stranger and you don't trust strangers.

"Nothing."

"Nothing is always something, (y/n)." he simpered and you smiled as well.

"So he does know my name." you tried to avert the attention to another subject than your emotions.

"Took me a while." he smiled and offered you an arm. "Want to walk."

"Uhm-well-"

"Oh, you're walking with me alright." he took your hand in his and pulled you with him.

"This is abduction." you tried to get your hand out of his but he only took your arm and interlaced his fingers with you.

You blushed at the action. You hated your hands for some odd reason. They were never much for ring wearing or fancy handwriting but with his hands, they just fit so perfectly and the feeling was ever so warming.

"Is it?" he glanced at you with that infamous smirk of his.

"Yes." you tried to hide your blush yet the smile was illuminating just that.

"Then why are you walking with me?" he continued to smile so lovely at you. He noticed the two burnt cheeks just as the castle lights shone on them and that made him satisfied for pressuring you into a walk.

"Because...."

"Because?" he kept doing the same gesture. They way his eyes leaned on you and his smile caused a feeling abrupt in your heart. You stared up to those light eyes that transformed so dark at when the light was at its worse. So many thought ran through your head that all you ever wanted was to make sure they were somehow true... But then again... He said it himself he'd prefer your sister over you. Not in so many words but he said it.

You pulled your hand from his grasp and tugged it under your crossed arms. He looked confused for a moment, sobered up from the spell your touch caused him. Why would you do that? He loved holding your hand, it was... Nice- in his own words.

His hand now felt cold and alone, so he put it in his pocket. "I have to appologise to you about this morning." he swayed on his feet lightly. "Whatever insulting I said, I didn't mean to hurt you and I definetly didn't mean to make you want to give your sister's book to me."

You looked up at him, again with those doe eyes that made him feel.... Nice. A gentle laugh left your lips and you began to walk in front of him, walking backwards. "So you appologise for something you said but not for something you stole?" you quirked an eyebrow and he snorted at the irony.

"Stole? I have no clue what you mean."

You backed away to his side and walked his pace. "You didn't say anything insulting to me this morning. I just... Drifted at the mention of my sister.." you said intentionally.

"Your sister?" he asked, unsure if he heard you correctly.

"When it comes to her I just become so... On edge." you shrugged, avoiding his eye contact.

And for that moment of silence Sirius could feel himself see a different person in front of him. Not this overly-confident small Hufflepuff who kneed him in the crotch and stole his leather jacket but this- well, he couldn't find the right words to describe that person at the moment.

"I don't understand. I remember her coming to your classes just to check up on you and yell at this Slytherin for bullying you..."

"Yeah, I like that sister too but you know most of the time all I hear were her ugly remarks about me and how I am doing everything wrong over and over again. To see just how much my mom prefers her over me, how she spoils her, loves her, praises her... It's like this cage I can't get out of. She's different towards me than she is with anybody else, Sirius. " you now stopped in front of him and looked up." But you like her, the whole world likes her and she is this perfect beautiful witch, contrast to me. "you looked down on your sweatpants and hoodie. Just now you remembered your hair wasn't all tidy and bewitching as well.

"What are you talking about? You're just as cute as her."

"Cute, Sirius. Not beautiful." you let it leave your lungs carelessly.

"You were beautiful on that Hogsmeade trip." he took your hands and stepped closer. "The jeans, the yellow bold top, the oversized sexy leather jacket." he was now close as you smiled.

He was almost leaning on your chest, his warm breath touching your skin and his hands gently put on your waist. It was almost euphoric.

But it just couldn't get out if your head. "I'm not her, Sirius." you stepped away.

Sirius felt his breath fade away. He didn't know why he held it in at the first place. It was surely not because of the moment that happened between the two of you just now was "nice" but something else- something he didn't want tovend the way it did.

He watched you leave with your grey hoodie, your sweatpants and two-coloured socks standing out in the night of all of it. Few more seconds and those bright-sock feet disappeared around the corner.

[fruitquake]

Are you still taking prompts? I want Sirius noticing Remus looking longingly at clothes in the shop sale everytime he thinks no one is looking. But pretending he doesn't want or need new clothes whenever it is mentioned.

Thank you for the prompt! I don’t really know if this is what you wanted but here it is! xD

The first thing Sirius Black had noticed, when he met with his friend a week before the start of their 7th year, was that Remus had grown remarkably over the summer. Sirius wasn’t complaining, as this made the young werewolf quite handsome, but it also had the consequence that no clothes he owned seemed to fit anymore.  

Neither Sirius or Remus mentioned anything about the sudden growth spurt of the latter, as they were walking together down a street in muggle London, just the two of them. Sirius was happy that it was just him and Remus there. Of course he liked his other friends as well, but he had after all spend the whole summer with James, and it was nice to have some time with Remus as well.

“So, what has your summer been like so far?” Sirius asked cheerfully, looking down the street. He could just see Remus shrug out of the corner of his eye.

“Pretty uneventful.” He answered casually.

Sirius looked at Remus, but Remus was looking the other way. Sirius followed the direction of his eyes, to a shop window with muggle clothes. He knew that Remus’s family didn’t have a lot of money, but it hadn’t occurred to him before that they might not be able to afford new clothes for the fast-growing teenager.

“Hey, if you need new clothes-” Sirius started, but was interrupted by Remus.

“Sirius, i’m not gonna let you buy me clothes.” Remus said.

“Why not?”

“I have plenty of clothes.”

“But they’re too small.” Sirius said.

Remus looked at him. “Nah, i have plenty of clothes that fit.”

“But you chose to wear a shirt that’s two sizes too small?”

Remus rolled his eyes, a discrete smile playing on his lips. “Merlin, Padfoot, can we not even have a good time together without you criticizing my fashion taste?”

Sirius didn’t listen anymore. He’d spotted the perfect thing, his own favorite clothing store, just at the other side of the road. “C’mon, Re.” He said, grabbing the other and pulling him across the street.

“Where are we going?” Remus asked. Sirius didn’t answer but just walked towards the shop. Remus seemed to take one look inside a shop window, before he stopped, forcing Sirius to stop too. “Really, Sirius?”

Sirius turned towards him with a grin. “Come on, Moony. You obviously need new clothes.”

Remus took another glance into the shop. “No i don’t. At least not from in there.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Sirius said defensively. This was the shop he had gotten close to all of his muggle clothes from. His favorite leather jacket was the exact same one as the one displayed in the shop window. Remus seemed to have picked up on that too, and he knew better than to criticize Sirius’s taste in clothing.

“Fine, we can go in there, but you’re not buying me anything.”

“We’ll see.” Sirius said, swinging open the door and holding it open, letting Remus walk in first.

“Sirius, i’m not sure this is really the right type of shop for me.” Remus said in a slightly exasperated voice, after they’d walked around in there for a while. Sirius turned to him, arms full of clothes he’d picked for Remus.

“What do you mean? It’s gonna be great, Remus.” He said. “This is where i shop.”

“Exactly.” Remus said. “All this punk stuff and band tees might look good on you, but i’m not sure they’re exactly my thing.”

“Rubbish.” Sirius smiled and held the clothes he was carrying, out towards Remus. “Try this on. There’s a changing room that way.”

After a little more persuasion, Remus rolled his eyes, took the clothes from Sirius and walked into the changing room. Sirius stood outside waiting.

“Are you done yet?” He asked after a while. There was no answer. “Remus?”

Sirius thought he heard a sigh from inside the changing room. “Sirius, i look like an idiot.”

“I’m sure you don’t!” Sirius said. More silence from behind the curtain. “Can i come in?”

At first there was no answer, as if Remus was hesitating, or perhaps just dragging out time. Then another sigh, followed by a “Sure, i guess.”

Sirius drew the curtain away, and almost choked when he saw Remus. The tall boy looked at him, an unnecessarily self-conscious look on his face. “I knew this would be a bad idea.” He muttered, his eyes avoiding Sirius.

“Are you kidding me?” Sirius breathed, his eyes travelling up and down the boy. His usual sweater and loose pants were now replaced by a charming leather jacket worn on top of a black, fitted turtleneck sweater and a pair of black skinny jeans. Sirius simply couldn’t take his eyes off Remus.

“Uh… Sirius?” Remus said, making Sirius snap out of the trance-like state he’d been in, for longer than he probably should have. Remus looked down, a shy grin playing on his lips. “Is it really that bad?”

All Sirius could do was shake his head. No, it wasn’t bad at all. Remus looked perfect, there was no other word for what Sirius was seeing.

“Then… why are you staring at me?”

Sirius felt the color rise to his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring.

Remus shook his head slightly. “Look, can’t you just get out of here so i can change back? This was stupid, i even told you i didn’t want you to buy any clothes for m-”

Remus was silenced when Sirius’s lips collided with his. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Sirius pulled away, already out of breath. “You look fucking perfect, Re.” He breathed, his face less than an inch from Remus’s.

Even this close, Sirius could see the shocked expression on Remus’s face, and the redness that was quickly spreading in his cheeks.

“Y-you kissed me.” Remus muttered.

“Yeah, no shit.” A grin spread across Sirius’s face.

“Why?”

Sirius bit his lower lip, considering the seemingly simple question. He’d wanted to kiss Remus for a while now. When or why these feelings had started, Sirius wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember ever feeling any different about Remus.

“Sirius.” Remus muttered, demanding an answer.

Sirius put his arms around Remus’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper and better, because this time, Remus kissed him back.

Sirius pulled away slightly, his lips so close to Remus’s that he could still taste the other boy’s breath. “Because you’re perfect.”

Hope that wasn’t too shitty. Remember you can still send me prompts or requests!

[snapessecretdiary]

Master Plan

authors note: sooo I know it´s not Christmas, not even near, but that idea came popping to my mind and I couldn´t help myself. Dunno if the end (or everything) might be unrealistic, but I actually don´t know how to let this one end.. + why the fuck have I never seen this gif before? It´s pure gold

The plan they had in mind was quite plain to understand: Make the grumpy Potions teacher with his prominent scowl fall for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And the other way too. Ever since Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, had offered the job of the new DADA teacher to [Y/N] [L/N], a young witch who graduated just some years ago, he and Minerva McGonagall used to sit together when all preperations for the soon starting term were done to talk about whom to set Severus Snape up with. And once young Ms. [L/N] agreed to work as a teacher, they had found the one person they were looking for. When she was invited to a interview with both of the Professors, they took it as the opportunity to test her, if she was the right choice for the job, but most importantly, if she would fulfill their expectations in relation to the Potions Professor. 

The relieving thing was: [Y/N] [L/N] seemed to be perfect for both. So considered the fact that terms would start in about a month, the two collegues got plenty of time to plan, everything. A plus to their plan was (at least so they thought), that [Y/N] had already moved into the big castle. What wasn´t too apealing was that her rooms were far from Severus´ but as she didn´t really wanted to move into the dungeons, what other options did they got? That was why at first, their hopefully soon-to-be couple only met randomly in the staff room and at meals in the Great Hall. They did what ever they considered as helpfull. Occupying all the seats during breakfast, lunch and dinner, so that only the one next to Professor Snape was free. At first, it seemed to work. [Y/N] sat down next to Severus, smiling at him politely, which he vaguely returned, and started eating. That was it. The conversation soon started, only that it wasn´t [Y/N] and Severus talking to each other, but her getting engaged into a conversation that would last the entire meal by whoever sat next to her, which mostly happened to be Hagrid, the gamekeeper. And he seemed to have taking an immense liking in the new teacher.

To say they didn´t talked to each other would be a complete understatement. Exept for a friendly ´Good morning´ or ´Good evening´ from her side and a barely noticeable nood from his, they didn´t spoke to each other at all. Much to Dumbledore´s and McGonagall´s disapointment. "What else options do we have?", asked the headmaster one day. His face lay tiredly in his hands, his ellbows resting on the desk. 

"I´m afraid there aren´t many Albus.", sighed Minerva. "Everytime [Y/N] tries to open up a conversation or ask him a simple question he keeps telling her to bother someone else. It seems those two are avoiding one another at all costs." Lazily, the elderly witch slumped down in the cozy chair that stood nearest to the headmasters desk. "We´ve done everything. Telling them the other one wanted to talk about something, randomly leaving them alone in a room, we´ve tried to put up innuendoes. Nothing worked." complained Dumbledore. For what seemed like the first time, even he didn´t know what to do. He didn´t even had something good to say. He was completelly and utterly exhausted by trying to force ideas to come to his mind - They wouldn´t.

Days flew by, ideas came and left, nothing worthy enough to actually give it a go. Right now, they were both about to enter the staff room, when they could hear two voices arguing loudly behind it. "Just because you didn´t get the job doesn´t mean that the way I handle class is a ´poor attempt´ and completely senseless. I do know what I teach them, has that ever crossed your mind?" "You don´t know a thing about Dark Arts. Am I mistaken in the statement that you have no real practice with such Charms?", growled Severus as an remark for [Y/N]´s former words. Either he got no answer or her voice was too quiet to be heard. "Do you think the same than I do?", whispered Professor Dumbledore. Nooding his collegue answered: "I most certainly do." The opened the door to the staff room, looking straigthly at the Potions Professor who shoot daggers at young Ms. [L/N], who too was glaring at him. Except from them, there wasn´t any other teacher in the room. "Severus, [Y/N], we need your assistance.", Professor McGonagall said in the sweetest tone she had to offer. Hardly ending their staring contest, both growled in agreement. Together with the headmaster, the elderly witch left the room, whispering a small charm that no one (except for the headmaster) could hear. Slowly turning her head away from Severus Snape, [Y/N] made her way towards the door. The only problem was, that once she reached it, she couldn´t move any further. "Move.", demanded the black haired professor, about to walk in her direction. Before [Y/N] could actually get the chance to tell him to stop walking towards her immediately, it was to late. Standing only centimetres apart, Severus got trapped to, another step impossible. Desperatly trying to get away from the young, new DADA teacher, Professor Snape searched the ground for only the tinniest of chance, only to be rudly interrupted by the very woman he wanted to get away from. "By Merlin-", she moaned. "What it wrong now?", Severus wanted to know. "I´m going to kill everyone who was involved in this.", she said, pointing her finger towards the door frame above them. Dangling happily from its place was a small, bright green mistletoe. "Dumbledore..", cursed Snape under his breath. "What are we going to do now?" Fixing her [E/C] eyes back on his face, [Y/N] looked at him with a suprised expression. "Wait, the Great Severus Snape doesn´t know what to do? Damn I thought you were growing up with a Muggle-father." 

The Potions Master only rolled his dark eyes. "Don´t you know this tradition?", she asked. Shaking his head barely visibly he waited for her to explain. 

"Well in the Muggle words it´s a tradition on Christmas holiday. Once you´ve crossed a mistletoe you have to.. kiss. And given the fact that we´re in the wizarding world I´m afraid there is no other chance to get out of this then by kissing." And within seconds, Severus gulped loudly and went completelly and utterly stiff. He wasn´t going to kiss her. 

Sure.. he had to admit that he kind of liked her. A little bit. Only a little. Or better said he disliked her less than the rest of people in Hogwarts. If he would be totally honest, he even liked to argrue with her, because then she would always talk about anything as if her life depended on it, and he liked the passion in her eyes when she did. But kissing her? No thanks.

For [Y/N] the thought wasn´t much easier to handle. He was interessting, she thought. His character seemed to be the most captivating in he whole area. She could listen to him speak about Merlin knows what for hours, she even liked to be near him. She was a little uncomfortable, when she said: "Just kiss me, alright? It doesn´t have to mean anything, I just want to do something else than to stand here for the rest of my life. Besides nobody´s around right now, or do you want the students to see?" Again not answering he nooded in silent agreement. Getting a bit closer (altrough they already were just seperated by less than 20 centimetres, he paused before her, feeling as nervous as ever. Trying to encourage him, [Y/N] smiled at him warmly, then got to the tips of her feet, put her hands on his shoulders for support and pressed her lips to his. Severus was slightly taken aback, he hadn´t thought for her to actually do it. The feeling, however, wasn´t half as unpleasant as the both of them had thought. The kiss took quite a while and even got a little more tender, but soon got interrupted by small whispering voices that obviously belong to the headmaster and Professor McGonagall. Seperating, [Y/N] smiled at him again, then got back down standing fully on her feet again. "See you at dinner.", she said. Taking her hands from his shoulders, she went to leave and soon got out of his sight. Oh how much he hoped to find a mistletoe again soon.

[hxneymalfxy]

hell of a ride. [INTRO]

summary: draco malfoy- Slytherin prince himself- has formed a grudge against you. famous harry potter’s twin, the star seeker of Gryffindor. after losing the first game of the season, he’s made it his mission to bother you at every chance he gets. but when you and the pretentious boy get stuck with each other for an entire month of detention, unexpected things start to happen between you two.

genre: fluff, enemie-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers

pairing: draco malfoy x twin potter!reader

song rec: Bang! by AJR

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The Quidditch pitch was empty, much to your surprise. Today was the first game of the season, a day that almost everyone in the entire school anticipated. So you being the only one at the stands confused you. Although to be fair, it was five in the morning.

The sun had started to come up, it’s rays rising behind the mountains. You sat alone on one of the Gryffindor bleachers admiring the view of the field. Memories flooded in- moments that you wish you could just travel back to. You sighed deeply, watching the cloud of fog from your mouth disappear into the cold November air.

You remembered the first game you had ever watched at Hogwarts. You were so small, so adventurous. You missed the feeling of excitement as a part of the crowd. The happy feeling of butterflies in your stomach when Jordan announced that your house had one the game.

That was all gone now. Now you were part of the team, a whole new world you had learned to adapt to for the past year. The ‘Star Seeker’ of Gryffindor House, [Y/N] Potter. Some would even say you topped Charlie Weasley. You doubted that, obviously.

You smiled slightly, enjoying the forgotten memories buried in your mind. The warmth of the sun spread across your cheeks, and it was a nice feeling in contrast with the winter season. It was incredible really, the weather at Hogwarts could change in a heartbeat. One day it’ll be scorching hot, the next cold and frozen.

“Sneaking out again are we?” You heard the familiar voice of your brother suddenly say.

You turned and saw his floating head, the glasses on his face fogging up due to his warm breath. You smiled at him, happy at the fact that Harry was still the same goofy boy you shared your life with.

“You know it.” You replied.

He slipped the invisibility cloak off his shoulders and took a seat next to you, his arm resting on your shoulders. You melted into your brother’s embrace, feeling warm and safe.

“Why are you up so early? We don’t have to warm-up until another hour or so.” He asked as he looked at the vast array of mountains surrounding the school.

You didn’t know yourself, actually. You don’t even know why you chose to go the Quidditch pitch in the first place. All you knew was that you needed to get out of the castle for a bit, enjoy the solitude of being alone.

“Just,” You paused. “needed to clear my mind I guess.”

Harry shifted in his place, his gaze leaving the mountains and focusing on his twin. He watched as you chewed on your inner cheek, a habit you’ve had ever since you two were little. It was something you did whenever you were unsure of yourself, or whenever you were jittery.

“You’re doing the thing again, [Y/N].” He stated, and you lifted your head from his shoulder, shrugging off his warm hug. You looked at him now, the same blue eyes meeting yours.

“I’m fine Harry, I really am. I think I just need to take a breather, that’s all.” You reassured. You patted his shoulder and stood up, leaving him alone at the bleachers.

“Be careful, [Y/N]!” Harry shouted when you were finally a good distance away from him.

“Yes mother!” You yelled back, smile adorning your features. You heard his low laugh, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

You were once again in your own headspace, the solitude from earlier coming back. Walking down the damp, worn out wooden bridge, you enjoyed the smell of pine wood surrounding you. Hogwarts was awfully quiet, but you couldn’t complain. It was rare moments like these that you appreciated the most, quiet and still.

You loved your friends, you really did, but being babied all the damn time did a good amount on you. Especially now with the dark lord running around, you were always protected at all costs. You were in just as much danger that Harry was in, so everyone trying to hide you didn’t make sense at all.

You stopped in your place. Maybe that was why you were so pent up for no reason. Maybe that was the cause for all of your restless nights. You huffed and continued on your way down the pitches, finally exiting the tall structures.

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When you finally reached the Gryffindor common room, you were greeted by the same two people everytime you snuck out on your own. Ron and Hermione stood from their places on the couch and Hermione sprinted towards you. Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around you, her worried expression never leaving her face.

“Where were you? One minute you’re lying in bed, the next you’re off to who knows where!” Her embrace got tighter around you, and you mouthed a quick ‘help me’ to Ron.

He quickly lept from his place to help you, finally letting you out of Hermione’s tight embrace.

“Jeez you two- I just wanted some fresh air. No biggie.” You remarked as you made your way past the duo.

Falling onto the old couch, you feel the soft wool pillow meet your head. The couch may be a few centuries old, but it never failed to make you feel comfortable. Hermione stood next to you now, her arms crossed and her mouth slightly pouted.

“But [Y/N], you know how dangerous it is for you to be out by yourself. Vol-“ She paused, not wanting to mention his name in fear of him finding you. “You-Know-Who’s back and-“

“-Could capture me anytime blah, blah, blah!” You cut off. Getting up from your place on the couch, you make your way towards the staircase. “Give me a break, Mione, please. I’m tired of everyone nagging me about that bald headed freak.”

The both of them stood still in their places, clearly not expecting you to respond with such an agrivated tone in your voice. You sighed for the thousandth time this morning, and you turn to face them.

"Look- I'm sorry for yelling, but please for the love of god, let me be for just a few hours. Especially today." You pleaded to the duo in front of you.

Hermione's lips were pressed into a thin line, obviously not happy with the idea of you out on your own. Your eyes averted to the ginger-haired boy, his eyes trying their best to avoid your pleading gaze.

"I want to mate, I really do. It's just that Dumble-" Ron never got to finish however, since Hermione had taken it upon herself to cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

Intriguied, you raised a curious brow the both of them.

"Dumbledore?" You ask, now determined not to leave the common room without an answer.

Ron’s eyes were wide, along with Hermione’s. She let out a quiet cough, quickly taking her hand off his face.

“Nothing!” She replied rather hastily, and made her way next to you. Grabbing you by the shoulders, she ushered you up the stairs and did her best to change the subject. “[Y/N] I think you should get ready now- don’t want to miss the big day and all!”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Hermione shoved you into your dormitory before you could even utter a single word. Now you were left with your mouth open, staring at the wooden door in front of you. Everything happened so fast, it almost felt as if someone had obliviated you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and let out a suppressed sigh. Great, just great. Hermione was now definitely going to keep a closer eye on you, and now all of a sudden Dumbledore was in on this as well. You let your forehead bang on the door, not caring if it would leave a mark.

“Come on [Y/N], pull yourself together. You’re a Potter for Merlin’s sake.”

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author’s note: hi loves! i am so so sorry about the wait, i lost motivation in writing for a little while. however- i am back and better than ever! i really hope you enjoy this series, because i am so excited to continue writing it. stay safe everyone!