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larluce · 8 months ago

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Have you ever thought of the episode A Servant of Two Masters with a scene like Ella Enchanted when she breaks her curse? If you don't know the scene or the movie, that's okay because I have ✨a vision✨

Like that:

Merlin inside is dying because he's trying to kill Arthur and that's his worst nightmare, but Arthur decided that needs to be open and honest to Merlin and just tries to confess. I don't know how they got there, but just imagine that Arthur is talking sweetly to Merlin, holding his face with love and going to kiss him, but Merlin is crying because he's with a knife in his hand and trying to stab Arthur in the back. He breaks the curse, but Arthur saw the knife and assumes the worst.

I did watch that film! "A Servant of Two Masters" had the pontential to be very angsty indeed. But of course they decided to make it comedy. Not that I didn't like it anyways, but a more serious take like the one you are proposing would have been GOLD.

I recently saw a post similar to this, not quite, but kind of captures the same idea: LINK

But you inspired me. So I'll add this to your vision:

Just as the movie, Agravaine orders for Merlin to be arrested before he can explain anything, proclaiming he's in alliance with Morgana. However, Arthur, though still very hurt and confused, starts to analyse the situation. Why would Merlin try to kill him now? Is not like he didn't have better chances before. Has he done something to make Merlin change his mind about him? What did Morgana offer him? And why a knife? Merlin literally serves him his food, he could have poisoned him, find a more discret way to do it, he's a physician apprentice for gods sake! Was his servant this dumb? Then he remembers, Merlin was crying through all of it, and he seemed like he was trying to tell him something but couldn't. He thought it was due his emotional confession that his servant had tears in his eyes, but now... could it be that Merlin was forced to do it? Maybe Morgana threatened someone dear to him? Like his mother or Gaius. Or maybe he just can't bare the thought of yet other person betraying him, specially if is Merlin, that now he's making excuses for him? Doesn't matter, he can't execute Merlin, even when his uncle keeps insisting on it. So he just keeps him in the dungeons ad pospones his death sentence as much as he can.

Just as Arthur gathers the caurage to go visit Merlin to ask for answers, against his uncle's wishes of course, Gaius aproaches Arthur and tells him Merlin was under the fomorroh's control giving him the burned cut head of the snake as a prove. He explains he went to visit Merlin and Merlin gave him that and told him Morgana put it in his neck to control him when he was captured, but somehow he managed to break the spell. His uncle intervenes, telling him is all lies, that Gaius just wants to save the boy because he's dear to him and accuses him right then and there of being the traitor they were looking for. For Arthur, however, there was never a doubt, his Merlin is innocent, he never wanted to betray him. He almost cries of relief and, ignoring his uncle and his physician's dicussion, he runs to see Merlin.

His smile fades once he gets there though, cause Merlin, his Merlin, is hanging from a rope. Horrified and in full panic mode, he puts him down as quickly and as carefully as he can. He yells desperately for the guards to fetch Gaius and starts making CPR, but even when Gaius later appears to help it's too late. Merlin's dead and Arthur's whole world is put upside down.

There's a note Gaius finds hidden in Merlin's clothes, it says: "I'm sorry, Gaius. I couldn't fight it much longer, I could feel it, growing back again, trying to control me and I couldn't let it, not again. I would rather cut my own arms and legs and being burn in the pyre a thousen times than hurt Arthur, much less kill him. I won't go through that nightmare again. Please tell him I love him too, that i never mean to do it. I love him more than I love myself. But if he doesn't believe you, if he hates me forever, it's alright. I don't blame him, so don't blame him either. Keep protecting him, please. Specially from Agravaine. Loves you, Merlin".

Gaius shares this letter with Arthur and of course he breaks all over again, but then he asks, "Why did Merlin told you to protect me from my uncle, Gaius?". Gaius doesn't want to answer at first, but Arthur commands him and Gaius answers carefully "he believed he was the traitor, sire". Arthur responds after a pause "And you believe that too?". There's a silence before the physician says "I gave him the pergamine and the ink, he said he wanted to write a message for you that later I would deliver. I was a fool, I should have known..." he sighs. "But I wonder... where did he get the rope?". And that's when when all clicks to Arthur. Agravaine was the one insisting on killing Merlin inmediatly amd Merlin didn't have access to any rope. He confirms it when the guards tell him Agravaine visited Merlin once, they couldn't hear what the man was telling to the boy, but it sounded like he was threatening him.

Agravaine was the traitor, Agravaine gave Merlin the rope. Agravaine is the reason his Merlin now is gone.

Arthur goes to his uncle a sword in hand and demands answer with the blade on his throat. First he dinies it, but then he laughs. "You killed my sister. You and your father" he admits. Arthur's expression remains as a stone "What did you tell him?" Arthur demands. "I just offer him a less painful way to die". Arthur kills him, but finds no satisfaction. He's dead inside. His Merlin died thinking he hated him and he let him believe that. He didn't visit him for days after all, he didn't confront him inmediatly for answers, he let his uncle cloud his mind. This was his fault.

Arthur looks at his sword and puts the point of the blade on his heart. He's about to push the blade when suddenly the doors open and the sword flies from his hand. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" a familiar panic voice shouts at him and Arthur turns. A Merlin with golden eyes is running to him and then hugs him tightly. "Are you mad?!" Merlin's still scolding him, but Arthur's just watches him in shock. "Merlin" he's only capable to mumble.

It turn's out Merlin's magic saved him somehow. It just put his body on the verge of death enough to make the fomorroh believe that the body was uninhabitable so it left his body completely. His mortal body was now too weak though, so his only vital energy left is his magic. That's why his eyes are constanly gold now. It takes a while for Arthur to understand it. Specially the magic part, but honestly, he's far too happy and relief to have Merlin back that he can't be mad about Merlin lying about his magic. In fact, if anything, he's thankful for it, since it saved Merlin's life.

"But you didn't plan that, did you? You did actually try to kill yourself" he accusses however, still heartbroken at the fact.

"It was the only way I could think of-"

"Never, Merlin" he commands him very serious. "Never do that again"

"I can't promise you that"

"Then any harm you do to yourself, I'll do it to me"

"You can't do that!" the warlock shouts horrified. "You are the king! You have a kingdom-"

"Our kingdom, Merlin! We built it together and it's nothing without you either"

"I'm just a servant, an illegal warlock now. My life doesn't matter."

"Don't ever say that again!" Arthur holds Merlin fiercely. "Didn't I tell you're the most valuable person to me? The only person I could trust with my life" tears run down his eyes.

"But.. I lied to you. I even tried to kill you"

"Lie to me then, kill me. You have my permission"

"Arthur-"

"No, I just got I glimse of what a life without you would be and I won't live it again. Not for a second. I can't lose you again".

"I can't lose you either". Merlin cries too. "My magic, everything I am, is yours. It has always been yours". Arthur caresses his cheek.

"Then let me take care of what it's mine"

Between tears, they kiss. Is not really tender or passionate, but pure necessity for the other.

"I'm sorry" Merlin snifs separating the kiss "Gods! My eyes won't stop shining" he says embarrasssed and tries to cover them.

"Don't" Arthur says while he uncovers his eyes gently. "They're beautiful" Merlin smiles but then sighs, sadly.

"The rest won't think the same"

"You don't have to worry about that"

Arthur gives Merlin a royal pardon so he's the 'only legal sorcerer' unless until he can make magic legal again completely. Gwen and the knights accept him inmediatly. The rest are wary at first but eventually they accept him too, when they realise he's the same clumsy servant they always knew. As Merlin recovers from his near death experience, his eyes glow less, but Arthur loves to see Merlin's eyes turn gold everytime.

Aaaand that's all I got. My imagination can't do much.

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin prompt #merlin fic #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #ask me anything #ask #i got carried away

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bunnybird-afk · 30 days ago

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AAAAAAAAA NOVELIST PHRAESTO MY BELOVED!!! okay i do have an idea about that one.

Phraesto's a really popular novelist, but he at first he went by a pen name cuz he didn't really like all the attention and popularity... even to this day. He moved to the small town that Merlin was in so he could continue writing in peace. At first, people only really knew him by pen name, but eventually his identity was revealed which made him want to move.

Some would say the decision was pretty pointless, considering how people already know his name as a famous writer, but to him it doesn't really matter. The town is small, he's new, no one knows who he is. It gives him a better chance to rewind, even if that chance is short lived

I love this so much. Poor guy is an absolute introvert at heart. He just wants to be left alone to write his novels in peace and not be bothered by his hoards of annoying adoring fans.

If we're shipping him with Merlin, I can imagine Phraesto being absolutely fascinated with this random small town professor who seems to be the only person on the frikkin planet to actually understand his writing. He sees/overhears a recording one of Merlin's students took of them discussing the novel and unpacking it's themes and he's immediately enamored. Cue Phraesto deciding to audit Merlin's class just so he can get to know more about them as a person. Maybe Merlin becomes his muse, maybe they're just a fun person to discuss ideas with. Either way, he's starting to think this small town might not be that bad after all.

If we're shipping him with Dionel though! Dura above, Phraesto would be absolutely livid. Especially if we're working with the Dionel that @meepinmeat mentioned in the comments of the last post.

Poor Phraesto moves to this empty little town in the middle of nowhere to get away from his rabid fan base and all the stupid big wigs in Holiwood who are trying to bastardise his work into some shitty film, only for fucking Dionel to show up. The last thing Phraesto wants or needs is another stupid movie producer attempting to profit off his work without understanding a damn thing about it. Except Dionel swears that he's also just there to take a break from the industry and that he really isn't interested in adapting Phraesto's work at all. Cue one passive-aggressive conversation where they begrudgingly decide they can both stay as long as they keep out of each other's face, them soon realizing that that's impossible in such a small town, and them eventually deciding to atleast be civil for the sake of both their peace. I'm thinking enemies to begrudgingly respectful to purely casual hookups with no possibility of them ever falling in love because that would be dumb and it happened already didn't it? Dionel definetly becomes Phraesto's muse, and Phraesto hates it.

Also, I've decided that Dionel has a white Persian cat who hates Phraesto's guts at first which is weird because Phraesto loves cats. (@meepinmeat, would you be mad if I decided that the cat is this universes version of Celestino?)

#afk journey #afk merlin #afk phraesto #afk dionel #headcanons #bunnybird rambles

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artstelle · 1 year ago

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Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle

#my art #did I just write a fanfiction #it counts as one #right?#wow that's a surprise #I wanted to write a paragraph about the backstory #that was all #bbc merlin #merthur #digital art #merlin bingo #merlin #arthur pendragon

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wordsinhaled · 7 months ago

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another day another WIP

in which we answer the question what if Arthur adjusted fine and Merlin were the fucked-up one after Arthur's return?

“I swore to myself that I wouldn’t forget any part of you,” Merlin says softly.

They sit together in the center of Merlin’s bed, facing one another. The lights are turned down, casting the room in a soft glow, almost as that of candles. Merlin had explained it to him: the effect is achieved with something called voice-activated dimmable bulbs, which are a modern technology, but which, in practice, appear to Arthur not too dissimilar to Merlin’s magic. Merlin had laughed when Arthur reminded him he could douse a campfire with nary a word a thousand years ago, and pointed out the world was only catching up. "Well," he'd said, seeming pleased. "I suppose you're right."

Arthur reaches out, enfolds one of Merlin’s hands in both of his. It had taken Merlin weeks to let him do only this, and now he relishes any chance to feel just this bit of Merlin’s skin, warm and close against his, proof that he had survived and so had Merlin.

“But you recognized me straight off.” Arthur means to lighten the mood—it would have been nigh impossible to mistake him, wandering into Waterstones in full armor in the middle of one of Merlin’s book signings—but his attempt falls flat.

Merlin lifts his free hand to Arthur’s face, traces wondering fingertips over Arthur’s brow, his cheek, his jaw. At first he had taken to keeping his hands shoved in his pockets or clasped behind his back when Arthur was nearby, as though it took a great force of will for Merlin not to try to learn Arthur again in this way. He said it was for Arthur’s sake that he kept a distance, but Arthur had quietly considered that it might be just as much for Merlin’s own sake, and had forced himself to be patient. These exploratory touches, ever so tentative and restrained, had finally come some months after the hand-holding began.

“Don’t joke, Arthur. I swore it.” Merlin’s manner is forlorn. He had always tended to self-recrimination, even before, but now it is harder for Arthur to cajole him out of such moods. “Your voice. Your eyes. How could I forget them?”

“Come now, Merlin,” Arthur says, hoping he sounds gentle enough. “It’s been centuries. Anyone would.”

This is the most difficult bit. To Arthur, their time apart feels like a matter of hazy, indistinct hours; like waking from a particularly wretched nightmare to find the dream-world dissipating and your lover once again beside you, familiar and constant, grounding you in the present. Merlin has endured a millennium without him, moved through countless new iterations of the world entirely alone. Little wonder that he sometimes looks at Arthur like he’s seeing a stranger standing in his kitchen or a ghost asleep in his guest bed.

“But I’m not just anyone,” Merlin insists. “And neither are you.”

#bbc merlin #merthur #i don't normally write postcanon but i could mess with this

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astraea802 · 3 months ago

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Merlin "Rewatch" w/ Mom -- 5x10

("Rewatch" here meaning "Mostly first time watch, but with the knowledge of what happens.)

First of all: WHAT THE HECK WAS UP WITH THAT HORRIFIC FACE DISFIGUREMENT THING AT THE END?? I've never seen ANYONE discuss how messed up that is, and they SHOULD. I know this aired in the same time slot as Doctor Who, but Mom and I were NOT prepared.

Second of all: Uggghhhh

We're coming into the final three episodes.

Mom doesn't want to know what's coming, but knows it won't end well. She suspects Arthur's going to die (but we all know it's the execution that's the real kicker).

I will say, I was surprised Season 5 has actually had a lot of nice moments I never knew. It's a little moodier than I'd like, and Merlin as a character makes me sad, but there's still some nice comedy and character moments. Like Arthur saving that woman from being burned at the stake, that was so good! (Maybe it's easier for me to appreciate certain scenes knowing what's going to happen? I'm not as tense?)

(It also helps I sat out The Disir and The Dark Tower since I was walking the dog. I don't know I could have bore either without spoiling the finale out of pure frustration)

Mom's been just absorbing it all. She's had a lot of questions, like:

Mom: Why did Aithusa join Morgana? Me: We don't know. They never told us. 😒

Mom: (after The Dark Tower) How did Gwen turn evil? Me: Magic. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Mom: Oh, for gods sake! 🤦‍♀️

Mom: When do they find out about that bracelet Morgana gave Gwen to make her love Lancelot? Me: They don't. 😤 Mom: ...Are you kidding??

The deaths have been a little tougher this season, especially Elyan's. She liked the Dolma, but rolled her eyes a bit at Merlin trying to "act like a woman" instead of just getting on with curing Gwen. And she was NOT happy with Uther's ghost (who was??) or Gaius telling on Merlin and endangering Finna.

But god... watching Merlin's struggles, I just keep thinking, what was the point of it all?

There's so much back and forth the whole season, the whole series really, about destiny and duty and following your heart, and I just... what's the moral here? Follow destiny and get screwed? Follow your heart and still get screwed? It's good to know prophecies and Merlin just didn't know how to handle it? It's bad to know prophecies because you cause them to happen? If that was the case, why did Finna die to pass that last prophecy on? Also, you deserve to die, even when you haven't done anything wrong, because a prophecy says you will? You have choice? You never had one? Some will say the point is "the friends we made along the way", or there doesn't need to be a moral, but there's just no consistency, except whatever keeps the drama going.

It doesn't help that, except for the Camlann prophecy, we never actually hear any of the other prophecies everyone talks about. So we never know for sure if the problem was a misinterpretation of the prophecies in terms of what the Golden Age looked like, or if Merlin failed because of his choices, or if he was ALWAYS going to fail no matter what he did, or if he even failed at all! Because the dragon tells him he didn't in the end, but it doesn't make much sense.

Did the writers even know? They have admitted in interviews they were working nonstop on the show for five years, at grueling pace, so I forgive them for being fuzzy, but it seems like the show's moral code and prophecy lore really depended on who was writing the episode that week.

What I've always loved about Harry Potter is that while prophecies exist, the power of choice is emphasized. Prophecies can be, and often are, misinterpreted. Not every prophecy in the Department of Mysteries was ever fulfilled, so destiny is not the be-all end-all. It's made very clear that it's whether you act on prophecies or not that matters. The characters' beliefs and convictions still matter. It's consistent, it's clean, and it leaves the characters' agency.

In Merlin... you can interpret it a million different ways and still be wrong. And maybe part of the issue is that while Harry agrees to be the Chosen One since he already wanted Voldemort dead, Merlin's heart and destiny are so often divided. And that's what makes it so darn frustrating. And why I believe they gave Merlin too much of a burden for one person. No "almost" about it.

(We'll see if I revisit this after the finale)

#merlin bbc #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin rewatch #merlin meta #merlin reaction #spoilers #destiny #prophecy #merlin 5x10 #the kindness of strangers #merlin s5 #merlins season 5

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moonllightt91 · 4 days ago

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ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Text translated by Google translator, it's my first story, please be patient and forgive spelling mistak

Remus Lupin x reader

(Use of y/n, no warnings)

Content: y/n and Remus meet in the Hogwarts kitchen on a sleepless night and share their views of the world and a cup of hot chocolate

𝕋ℍ𝔼 buttery sunlight brought an ethereal glow to her face, everything about her seemed so; they said that things like true love were nothing more than fairy tales, made more to deceive than comfort the heartbroken foolish, Remus Lupin tended to agree with such statements, at least until he met her...

It was another first of September, being a second year, this day had become a little less mystical after all, having gone through the experience of being sorted into a house and a year of seemingly endless homework and tests, the first time at Hogwarts no longer seemed so magical; not that he found the castle and everyday life in general to be in any way boring, the boy knew that even if he lived a thousand years he would not know every one of the enchanting and mysterious surprises and adventures that the ancient school had to offer, he just thought that the sorting ceremony was no longer that interesting after having already been through it.

That was when she entered the doors of the great hall along with the other first-year students, looking so adorably dazzled by everything around her, the girl eagerly drank in every detail of the place, with so much enchantment in her eyes that Lupin couldn't help but want to see the world through her eyes, in some inexplicable way, despite his young age he knew that now his life would be divided between before and after that day, every other major event in his life, no matter how important it was, would never surpass the day he saw s/n for the first time...

Back to the present, Remus Lupin was sitting in the library, in theory he should be doing his potions homework, but anyway Sirius and James wouldn't stop talking about tactics for the next match against Slytherin, so there wasn't much he could do other than observe y/n, who was sitting with Lily at one of the tables near the window, the two had become friends, and even with the age difference they seemed attached at the hip.

—My dear Moony, although we know how interesting it is to observe our dear y/n, it would really be good if you helped me and Prongs here to think—said Sirius trying to get his friend's attention.

—It's not like I'm part of the team, my dear friend Pads, my support is limited to cheering for you two from the stands.

—Actually, even at that you're kind of bad, Moony, no offense, but Peter doesn't look like he's come face to face with a Basilic in every match—interjected James wanting to make fun of his friend-I bet you get irritated thinking that you could be spending that time chasing y/n in the library, you spend so much time in this place that I honestly think you'll end up getting married right here, for Merlin's sake!

—James is right about that, and I'll say more, you should stop being a coward and ask the girl out to dinner before someone gets in front of you. I heard that Amos Diggory has a crush on her, and even invited her to the next weekend in Hogsmeade.

—You can't be serious,” Moony snorted.

—And I'm not, but that's what's going to happen if you don't get the courage to ask a girl out soon. Besides, if someone finds out that you don't have the courage to ask a girl out, you might as well be expelled from Gryffindor, the courage thing and all that...,” Sirius teased.

—That's true, and it wouldn't be nice not to have your lessons to copy, a change of house would mess up the scheme of things,” James added in a tone of feigned concern.

—I definitely hate you two, now let's go because we still have to put our books away before dinner, since the two dolls always take a long time to fix their hair and we're always late and end up with the worst seats.

Despite knowing that what Sirius had said was nothing more than provocation, Remus found himself lost in thought throughout dinner. If any of his friends had noticed anything, they had miraculously not commented on it. Knowing him very well, they knew when Lupin really shouldn't be disturbed.

Having been consumed by the internal battle between his insecurity and the growing feelings he had for y/n for the rest of the night, Remus decided to go in search of a cup of hot chocolate after everyone went to sleep. He knew that the silence of the night and the comforting warmth of the drink would help him get his head together, or at least make his incessant thoughts a little more manageable. Armed with the Marauder's Map and the cloak he had stolen from Prongs, he made his way to the castle's kitchen, taking advantage of the moment of calm that only the night could bring to the chaotic building.

The walk was uneventful, the boy was finishing closing the door he had passed through when he noticed her, she was wearing a pink, fluffy robe that matched the purple slippers she had on her feet covered by blue socks, Remus had never seen anything so adorable in his entire life and he couldn't help but stare at her for five long, awkward seconds; if she was surprised or even annoyed by the interruption, the girl didn't show it, she simply gave an amused smile and said:

—Can't sleep either, Lupin?Before she could add anything else, the Gryffindor couldn't help but interrupt her:

—Do you know my name?!-she asked in a tone divided between a little scream and an embarrassed whisper.

— I don't think there's anyone in this castle who doesn't know the infamous Marauders, you're quite famous - the girl commented in a friendly teasing tone - besides, I'm friends with Lily, because of Potter you're a fairly common topic, but you can rest assured that you're definitely her favorite Marauder, and mine too if you want to know, although I think Black is cute.

— We both know it's only a matter of time before those two get together - the boy replied and then walked over to the table where y/n was sitting - Can I?

— Of course, we insomniacs need to help each other - he said, patting her gently, indicating the seat next to her I'll make you some hot chocolate.

While Remus settled into the bench, y/n stood up, and while preparing the drink she asked calmly, with the teasing tone already gone from her voice:

— So, what made you come to the Hogwarts kitchen at a time like this?

—Internal conflicts, they suck if you ask me - says the boy, using his mischievous side to disguise how vulnerable he felt when sharing a lost moment at two in the morning in a dimly lit kitchen with the girl he was foolishly in love with.

—Cinnamon?- the girl asks, finishing the drinks after a positive nod from the boy.

—Thank you very much for the drink - says Lupin as y/n slides the hot chocolate towards him - I'm sure it's delicious.

—I really hope so, it's the only thing I know how to do in the kitchen - she answers with a weak laugh and a shrug, and sits next to Remus.

Both teenagers drank in comfortable silence, the only sound being the rustling of the embers in the fireplace. Despite the lack of words, the feeling of contentment and peace took over the young people. It was a welcome break from the extremely chaotic routine that reigned at Hogwarts.If Remus Lupin were asked, he would deny it to his death, but the reality is that he was blatantly staring at y/n while she looked at the fire with that enchantment that never left her gaze. The light danced in the girl's eyes, throwing the boy into a state that bordered on hypnosis.

—Is there something on my face?— the girl asked, running her hand over it, trying to remove a nonexistent dirt.

The question seemed to shake Lupin out of his stupor. With a shy smile, but moved by sudden courage, he answered:

—Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. I just... I keep thinking about the way you look at the world around you. Ever since I first saw you, I couldn't help but notice how everything seems dazzling in your eyes. There's something about them that I can't understand, much less explain.

—Well, a wise man once said that we should find everything we can beautiful. Most people never see enough beauty. I know there's a war lurking behind the walls of this castle, a darkness that unfortunately won't go away on its own. And don't even talk to me about the injustice that plagues this world that God has forgotten. It drives me crazy... but if we can't find a little light in the midst of all this vastness of despair, what will become of us? I believe that since everything is lost, since greed has taken over everything, there's no point in looking for even the slightest comfort, looking for something that brings hope? We are a lost generation Remus, cursed I would say, but I truly believe in a future where children are free and where prejudice and hatred do not dominate us, but until then what we can do is seek in hope the strength necessary to build that future, if not for ourselves, for those who come after.

—It's a very beautiful way of seeing things, believe me, but I think that unfortunately the world found a way to break me enough to no longer have hope, hope in the end is for people like you, not for a monster like me, at the end of the day I am everything they say I am.

—I don't see any reason for you to be a monster, Remus, even though I know you're human, and like everyone of our kind, you make mistakes, but when I look at you, all I see is someone loyal to the bone, with amazing kindness and intelligence, if you want to know my opinion, and if you don't, you'll listen anyway! — y/n answers seriously, looking at the boy next to her with such fervor in her eyes that it made the older man feel as if he were going to be consumed by her gaze, which during that moment never looked away from his.

Even though he was reluctant, Remus couldn't help but believe in her, even if just a little; in the end, he was sure of one thing, he would never let this woman go again, no matter how long it took, he would gather the courage to ask her out, but for now he would set

—Would you like to have hot chocolate with me tomorrow? It's on me.

—It would be an honor, Mr. Lupin.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x fem!reader

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boxdstars · 10 months ago

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Terrible Deals and Better Company

This little drabble is dedicated to @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog who's work is absolutely incredible, both her writing and her character interpretations and narratives. I've been dying to write something within this verse, canon or not - I hope you enjoy!

This fic is entirely self indulgent, and is mostly banter between Ominis and Amara (with background Ominis x f!MC) as an exploration of their adult characters

This fic probably won't make a whole lot of sense without reading THIS first, as it was my muse and explains the conflict.

Word count: 2.1k

The journey had been ghastly. Awful was quite the understatement. There was no easily accessible portkey from England to the States, at least none that he’d been familiar with. No doubt there was something tucked away within the Ministries walls themself, but he wasn’t privy to those secrets. So Ominis had to defer to the muggle ways of travel. By boat. Even the word hellish felt too kind to refer to the voyage, which had made him queasy the entire time, and entirely dependent on quick charms to alleviate the nausea.

But he was here now. In the office of the Chief Auror herself. The Magical Congresses up-and-coming pride and joy. But before she was all of that, she was the nuisance who pestered him throughout her time at Hogwarts. And his friend too, of course.

“You look awful,” Amara remarked bluntly. “Merlin’s sake, how come I haven’t seen you in four years? I wish you’d write more candidly, I knew it was bad but…” There was the click of a lighter, and the sound of her breath as she pulled a cigar to her lips, “This is something else entirely. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Last night.”

“You know what I mean. Slept well. Anything more than six hours?”

He mulled it over, brows furrowing as he did so. Though he’d always had a penchant for napping.. six whole hours of uninterrupted peaceful sleep felt wholly unobtainable. His wife was such a dear, but even her warmth felt so far away in lieu of recent happenings. Though it was scarcely the truth, and despite their best efforts the pervasive anxieties never seemed to fade entirely.

“I can’t recall.”

“You’ve gotten worse at lying I see.” Her lips curled upward into an impish smirk. “Try again.”

There was no point in beating around the bush. She’d called him across the sea for some catching up, and he might as well get the kneazle out of the bag. He sighed in defeat and pulled out several sheets of bound parchment from within his inner coat pocket.

“Here.”

Amara skimmed the pages a thousand times over. Ominis sat across from her, his unseeing eyes ghosting just adjacent to where she sat at her desk. No longer did she don her blazer, only clad in her suspenders, pinstripe trousers, and her white dress shirt whose sleeves were pulled up high above her forearms, resting at her elbows. Her legs crossed over the ornate desk, occasionally bouncing to a rhythm only she could hear.

“Nasty business.” Amara sat the parchment down. “Figures, with the Ministry. I keep my business with them cut and dry for this very reason.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I did what I had to.”

“Ease up, I’m not accusing you of anything. Given the circumstances... I’d say you didn’t do too shabby. How’d the wife take all of this?”

“Not.. well.” He faltered. The twinge of regret flickered across his already furrowed brow. It was a classic Ominis expression, one Amara had seen many a time while the blond stewed over his potions cauldron. In a way, she missed it — if not for the circumstances.

“Just as I thought.” She tapped her cigar atop the ashtray before taking another languid drag. “Can’t say I blame her either. The whole thing is a damned mess. I take it she isn’t all too pleased?”

His wife was the interesting sort, Amara remembered her fondly back from their tenure at Hogwarts. Albeit their relationship was a bit strained to start, the girl had been headstrong, reckless, and irritatingly sharp at times. But that was a long time ago, and they hardly wrote to one another these days, except the snippets mentioned in passing from her letters to Natsai.

“It’s more complicated than that. For the time being... I think it’s going to be alright. But this arrangement.. as much as I stand by my word and my choice… part of me worries if it’s going to cause more harm than good.”

That caused her interest to pique tenfold. “Because of the workload no doubt?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Ominis was holding back, which was of little surprise to her. They were friends, but she’d need to sweeten the pot with a few more drinks before he would start speaking candidly. Still, the fact he was telling her anything was enough to satiate her curiosity for the time being.

Amara whistled long and low, “The old brass has got you both working to the bone.”

He nodded dismally. It was no wonder Ominis seemed so quiet. He’d always been distant back in school, but where the two of them were concerned, the banter and snark were nothing short of rambunctious. She was staring at a man now, slightly haggard from the anxiety that hung over him.

The auror exhaled a long plume of smoke from her mouth, “I could get you out of this, you know. No physical contact.. no written terms… seems like it’s just itching for someone to dig their claws and tear it all to shreds.”

“Amara…” Ominis warned. He had no doubt his friend was sincere about this as she was shrewd. But even her power base, influential as it may be, was newly established. The connections were there, but they weren’t centuries old. Getting him out of a Ministry agreement was one thing, finding a solution to the wicked nature of his family was another.

“What? I have more Galleons to my name in just my left pinky than your family has combined! It would be no trouble.“

“It’s you. Of course, there’d be trouble.”

Amara scoffed. “That's beside the point. And it’s not like I don’t know how to take care of myself, honestly, you’re not giving me credit here. It would be quite simple.”

“I disagree..” He spoke tersely under his breath.

“..You’d have to uproot and bring your missus overseas.. but once you’re in our jurisdiction you’d be in good company. No tiresome busywork, no Ministry-sanctioned duties, and not a single Gaunt on your back—“

“Amara.” His voice hardened, turning stern. “You’re not listening.”

She quickly shot back, “Stop calling me that, you’re in my office.”

“You’re the one acting impetuously. Let me finish first, I’m not denying any of your achievements.”

Impetuous. She gnawed at the inside of her lip. The audacity of the blond knew no bounds. Part of her wanted to refute the word, the other knew if she said anything more she’d only be proving him right.

“Alright.. speak.”

He sighed, rubbing one thumb over the other. A nervous tick. Had it been so long he’d started doing that around her again?

“You are tenacious, yes. And Merlin knows there’s nothing that can stop you from getting what you want. But my family — they’re not the same thing. This is bigger than that.”

She just couldn’t help herself, “How? I'm not some useless receptionist, I'm Chief Auror! And — and you’re married to well — her of all people! Just between the three of us, we could turn them to dust!”

His voice raised, “That’s the problem. That's what you don’t understand, that you could never understand. You can’t just throw Galleons at the problem until it goes away. And you aren’t going to threaten them either!”

“I’d wager I’d win.” She scoffed. “It’d be a waste of time.”

“Let’s not take that chance then.”

“Fine.”

The silence was terse, but at least this was familiar. Many a fight had ended in this way, as the two former Slytherins would skulk off to their respective quarters. There was nowhere to hide now, and Amara swallowed the lump in her throat. Arguing was pointless, this was all so exceedingly pointless. She couldn’t win Ominis over today, but admitting that was admitting defeat. So she reveled in the silence, her gaze transfixed on the trails of smoke she exhaled every so often.

“I know you mean well.” His voice was soft now, melancholy even. “I know you’re just trying to do what’s right, in your own horrible way.”

Did he have to throw that in there? Damn him. Still, his words seemed sincere enough so Amara let it linger in hopes he’d continue.

“It would never work. The situation is grave, it wasn’t as if this deal was thrust upon me. I had to fight with everything I had to protect her. And you must know she’d never agree to it, even less so than our current arrangements. She’ll defend our home with everything she has, no matter how tempting your real estate may be.”

At least he was starting to joke again.

“You’re a match made in heaven, the both of you. Unfathomably stubborn.”

The clock ticked onward, and they sat there again, rotting away in their thoughts. Really, that was the last thing either of them should be doing. Amara had to do something, say anything. A sidelong glance at her expansive liquor bar seemed to be the timely distraction they needed.

“I think I need a drink after all that, you game?”

He looked as though he were about to refuse. But then, to her immense delight, Ominis nodded. She poured the liquor into two glasses, making sure to fill his a bit more than her own. Maybe it'd help ease his nerves. With a wave of her wand, she slid the glass across the desk and onto his side. The sickly sweet smell of brandy filled the room as he took a long whiff off the top of the glass.

“Are you going to make love to that thing or should I pour it back in?” Her blunt words caught him off guard and caused his face to flush in embarrassment.

“As always, you’re obnoxious.” He snarked and took a long sip. “Well, I’ll say it. Not bad.”

To his chagrin, it was better than he’d hoped it would be. Ominis had sorely wished he could’ve found something to nag her over, but her alcohol was clearly not the case. Besides, the last thing the Chief Auror needed was him swelling up her ego any more than MACUSA already had.

“Always delighted that my liquor pleases you, M’lord.” Amara joked wryly. The banter was coming easier now, and some of the visible tension from his forehead began to dissipate.

The bustling enterprise within the Manhattan landscape seemed oddly quaint from within her outcropping. There was the occasional shuffling and clink of glass and the distant tune of far-off classical from.. someone indiscernible.

“It’ll be alright, Ominis.” She spoke after a few blissful seconds. “I swear it. And should anything happen, you know you can call on me.”

“I know.” He twirled the brandy around his glass, “I know if there’s one woman more hellbent on justice than even my wife, it’s you. As strange as all of this is to even consider, I’ll take that to heart. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Let’s hope.” She leaned over and clinked her glass thusly against his own. “And I mean.. there’s always Sebastian. Though Godric knows what heinous mischief he’s up to at the moment.”

That garnered her a small chuckle from his end. “Whatever it is, he’s probably having more fun than the both of us.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m having a ball!” She scoffed playfully.

“As am I.”

That was quite a compliment. She inquisitively glanced him up and down, regardless of the fact he wouldn’t notice. But the statement seemed in earnest. In truth, it wasn’t all that rare these days in their friendship, but it still felt like she’d been doused in the freezing depths of the Black Lake.

“Don’t tell me you’re finally fond of me after all.”

Another laugh. “Oh don’t be absurd, the only reason I came mincing across the sea was to pilfer off of your liquor.”

She gave a mock gasp of dismay. “Absolutely not! I’m going to send you away at once, do you even know how much this cost me?”

“Do I want to know?”

“..Probably not.” Her voice pitched slightly in embarrassment, losing the cool confident edge she’d been carrying throughout the bulk of the conversation.

He snickered at that, “I better get my golds worth, fill me up another won’t you?”

Amara grinned, "It would be my pleasure."

#they got plastered after this btw #amara ambrose #ominis gaunt #isabel greymoore #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #guys im tweaking writing this ive never been more afraid in my life #boxdstars fanfic tag

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evmorfiad · 2 years ago

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Hello *waves* Since you wanted asks ... I'm curious, what are your top 3 Joseph Mawle characters? And what makes him so special in your eyes? Cheers!

Those are awesome questions! I suck at explaining my thoughts, sometimes I feel I don’t even know what they ARE exactly and I tend to give too much of a backstory, but I'll try my best.

May be the second question first; What makes him so special in your eyes?

I'm from Germany, and though there are some good shows, I always find the actors performances lacking. I can 'feel' them acting, instead of 'being' the characters. No matter how good and experienced an actor is. It must be the German acting and directing culture, or may be the language, because when German actors are in international productions, they are so much better. Therefore, I tend to be very sensitive to people’s performances being natural.

I think Joseph Mawle is one of the most 'naturalistic' performers that I've ever seen. I can feel him 'be' that character. I think his 'disability' is what has let him grow into this, being hard of hearing and dyslexic. I think he's a master at non-verbal communication, and he conveys so much emotion through facial expressions and body language even in very fleeting moments, and it gives his characters so much depth. I think he's also forced to be very conscious of intonation, so every word carries very thought-out emotional meaning. In both cases you might not even catch it, but unconsciously it influences you. He's said himself that he takes longer to read and learn lines and I guess also to do research into a new character. I would also guess he therefore has to additionally use all other senses available to him very intensively to do so, and I think that can force an actor to get even more emotionally involved. I think that is reflected in the performances that I have seen so far, and it makes for an even more immersive experience of that story. It seems that he completely melts into his roles. It's so intense, you can't look away when he's on screen.

I also think the fact that he seems to avoid the limelight intentionally nowadays by more often than not choosing side characters or main ones in very niche genres, shows that he chooses his vocation for the sake of the art of acting itself, of wanting to tell and also experience that specific story arc of that specific character. He does not want to be side-tracked by anything else. This of course applies to many performers, but coupled with the above element, it makes for a very potent mix.

Therefore, I also think it is imperative to include many, many more people with 'disabilities' in any kind of art. It will make art bloom in full and reach its inherent potential of giving a unique kind of life to society.

I could say many, many more things about this unique individual, but I'll shut up … for now.

Now onto the first question: What are your top 3 Joseph Mawle characters?

HARD!!! So UNFAIR!!!

So far I've seen him in: Sir Gadabout, Soundproof, Silent Witness, The Secret Life of Mrs. Beeton, Persuasion, Merlin, Sometimes the Moon is Velvet, Murder on the Orient Express, Made in Dagenham, Women in Love, The Cold Light of Day, Twelve, In the Heart of the Sea, Ripper Street, A Winter's Tale, Game of Thrones, Troy - Fall of a City, Mr. Jones, Land's End, the music video to 'Behold the Hurricane', the TOYOTA commercial, the documentary 'Words of the Titanic' and The Rings of Power.

WOW! I did not realise how much I already HAVE seen. And still there is SO much to STILL see!

Special mentions beforehand: Captain Harry Harville from 'Persuasion' (2007). It was the first role I ever saw him in, back in ca. 2009. He has a special place in my heart. Sir Tificate from 'Sir Gadabout - The worst Knight in the Land', because I just LOVE the fact that he was part of a children’s show, and I'd found it, unexpectedly, VERY entertaining. AND Michael from 'Land's End'. That performance. The eyeliner. Bronski Beat's 'Smalltown Boy' is finally a permanent fixture on my favorite songs playlist.

In no particular order … or … may be yes … or no …

Detective Inspector Jedediah Shine (Ripper Street Seasons 2 & 5)

While only the first season existed, I'd loved Bennet Drake, such a sweety, but the MOMENT Jedediah arrived on screen when the second season came along I was HOOKED. HOOKED I tell you! He was SO fascinating! Such a bastard, so self-assured, so confident and stylish. He also had some of the best lines I ever heard in any series. He seemed vulnerable and such a hard ass at the same time. And he TERRIFIED me! I'd never been terrified of any fictional character THAT intensely before. I just didn't know what he would decide to do next. I wanted him to lose and win at the same time. SUCH a roller coaster ride of emotions. An amazing performance. - And I am SO not a fan of the bulky kind of man, but DAMN…!

Dean Whittingham (Soundproof)

What he managed to do here is special. Not only to him, since it was his breakout role, but his execution of the depiction of the 'disability' of being deaf. He was praised in an article written by a deaf person who saw the movie. That is a feat. This story was also a roller coaster ride of feelings. Is Dean the murderer or not? Experiencing WITH him the frustration and helplessness of being dependent on another person translating while being accused and interviewed by police. There is a scene where he does suddenly verbalise his frustration because he is SO desperate, and the way he was able to produce that 'sound' was AMAZEBALLS! I fell in love with Joe’s talent all over again.

Adar (The Rings of Power)

I've loved the design of the Uruks ever since I saw 'The Fellowship of the Ring' back in 2002, but to feel FOR and identify WITH them took the appearance of Adar. I think it was only at the beginning of last year, that I read that Joseph was a part of The Rings of Power, and I'd been excited about it long before that, but this information just increased my excitement by a MASSIVE amount. I was not disappointed. Adar is by far my absolute favourite character of the show, and it's in no small part because of Mr. Mawle’s embodiment of him. The moment he was on screen and I saw those tears in his eyes when 'saying' goodbye to Magrot … I was IN LOVE! I KNEW that this storyline would be something special and unique, and I am so happy that Joe was a part of that. There is still so much mystery around who he used to be, and so many interesting theories about what will happen to/with him, that I am still HEARTBROKEN about the recast. The coming together, the amalgamation of THAT character with THAT artist was a chemical reaction that resulted in a unique and very impactful experience.

There you have it.

End of my two-and-a-half page essay. Ooops … sorry, not sorry.

Credits for the wonderful gifs featured here go to @joemawle

Thank you SO much for all the time and work you put into making them ❤️

And thank you @chris-pikes for these wonderful questions! ��

#asks #joseph mawle #detective inspector jedediah shine #dean whittingham #adar #ripper street #soundproof #the rings of power #that man IS art #disability representation

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bifuriouswaterbender · 2 years ago

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Lucius and Narcissa for Song #45

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 101, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

45 - One More Weekend by Maude Latour

Narcissa had always held carefully to notions about propriety. In a position like hers where her parents had always assumed she was their only heir that mattered, not their youngest daughter, propriety had meant something different. It had been easy to hold to certain conventions of what she shouldn’t do.

Others had been nearly impossible to hold to, and if it wasn’t for Andromeda encouraging her eccentricities and desires to act as one of the girls, perhaps Narcissa would never have had the courage to know it felt right. To hold her ground as their parents called her selfish and short-sighted.

Andromeda had insisted she liked the name Narcissa, even in moments where Narcissa suspected it had been a rash choice.

When she transferred dorms, many of her old friends hadn’t known how to react to her. Magic had means of smoothing things over—potions and spells to help her body match her mind. But typically people didn’t wait so long. She had OWLS with the wrong name on them, for Merlin’s sake.

One friend who hadn’t seemed to mind was Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been around to actually witness her transition, but he took Narcissa’s new presence in stride and spoke to her exactly the same.

“You know,” he said one day shortly after her graduation, “we could cause an absolute scandal if you came back to mine tonight.”

Narcissa raised one perfectly arched brow. “And why would I do that?”

Lucius grinned that sly grin of his. “You’ve said your parents aren’t even trying to get you a good match, and this kind of scandal might scare away the ones my parents are trying to make for me. What do you say? Buy us both some time to be young?”

Narcissa pretended to consider, but her mind was already made.

That became their routine throughout the summer. Narcissa spent almost every weekend lounging in Lucius’ flat in Diagon Alley, a practical choice for his Ministry job, according to him. She didn’t point out that he used the same floo he’d be using if he lived at home.

She lived at home, and the whole situation was far too tense to be stuck there so often, especially now that Andromeda had flaked off with a muggleborn.

Bellatrix married but childless. Andromeda knocked up to taint the bloodline. And Narcissa adding whispers about Lucius after giving up her parents’ plan of her carrying on the family name. They were quite the trio.

Narcissa thought nothing of her parents the first time she and Lucius kissed, alone and leaning against the couch because the floor had seemed more appropriate for the evening.

She knew she shouldn’t, but slipping into his bed the weekend after felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“How long shall we keep this up?” she asked one evening toward the end of summer. They were on the bed, Narcissa’s head propped against Lucius’ chest.

He hummed. “Well, we could be done soon if it’s that inconvenient. A summer fling?”

“We could,” she agreed without looking up.

After a moment, Lucius added, “Then again, you look quite ravishing in fall attire. It wouldn’t be such a hardship to bring you along to things.”

“Oh it wouldn’t?” she teased. Narcissa tilted her head, not enough to look at him directly but enough to see his chin and profile. “Is that your way of saying you’d like the public to think you’re formally courting me? Careful, Lucius. Someone might think I’ve made an honest man of you.”

“I’ll never be an honest man,” he promised, arms curling around her. “But I am a vain one, and I do like having a pretty date.”

“Careful. My mother will be lining up to make me your latest marriage option.”

Lucius looked down at her, eyes shining. “You know, I can imagine worse fates.”

“Plus, you’d miss me too much if I wasn’t around all the time.”

“I would,” Lucius agreed.

#lucissa #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #lucius malfoy #harry potter #fuck jkr #my writing #my fanfic

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adhd-merlin · 1 year ago

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ok there were some cute moments I guess (still kinda boring overall imo)

random thoughts/observations:

• I know they spent most of the budget on the location because that snake shield looks like it was stolen from the set of a primary school play

• THE CGI SNAKES AREN'T ANY BETTER

• the foundations of Merlin & Gaius's relationship seem already established. Merlin sneaks around when he shouldn't (and lies about it), Gaius worries. (At some point Gaius says "I fear you'll land yourself in trouble" [!] which I found interesting, especially because of the use of the word "fear". I realise it was most likely used as a standard idiomatic expression, but it sums up Gaius pretty well). And:

GAIUS: What do I do if you get caught? MERLIN: What would you do? GAIUS: Well, you just make sure it doesn't happen, for both our sakes.

• "he gets all the glory and the girls" > he doesn't know. he doesn’t know yet that Arthur's a friendless loser

• Arthur's first "shut up!" ٩(^ᗜ^ )و

• Merlin spends so much of this episode sans-neckerchief. I'm not used to it. Sir, your neck is not meant to be thus exposed. Cover yourself.

• Merlin going to Gwen for help with the armour was so cute. He was like, "I only have one (1) friend here, hopefully she can help". (Because he was actually surprised that Gwen knew so much about armour? boy just took a chance)

• Also firmly established in this ep: Arthur's daddy issues

• Merlin and Arthur's first moment 🥺 (immediately ruined by Arthur being Arthur)

• It doesn't matter how much they make Morgana ogle men, I know she is a lesbian

• I like that Morgana and Arthur squabble like siblings, BUT Morgana tells Arthur she used to help her father with her armour when she's helping Arthur prepare for the final battle? How old was she when she got "adopted" by Uther?? Because they're making it sound like it wasn't too long ago

• Aww, Merlin was actually enjoying the tournament. Cheering for Arthur and everything. I think S5 Merlin would be tense as fuck; this poor baby doesn't even know that Arthur is a magnet for assassination attempts

• ¿¿WHAT'S WITH THE GIANT CHESS PIECE??

• THE SNAKE'S RUBBER HEAD PLEASE 😭 WHAT WAS THE BUDGET FOR THE PROPS. Did they spend it all on the giant chess piece

• Rewatching the scene in which Arthur accuses Valiant of using magic now that I know more about Arthur and Uther’s relationship makes it easier to appreciate how much of a Big Deal it was for Arthur to be made to look like a fool in front of his father. I felt sorry for him in a way I probably didn't the first time :(

• Even so, Arthur confidently proclaiming that there is a witness to Valiant's sorcery while in the background Merlin’s being informed that said witness is dead was actually so fucking funny. > Arthur: we have a witness! he can tell us everything! (cut to Merlin facepalming in the background as he listens to Gaius)

• I didn't remember Merlin got sacked in episode 2 already LMAO

• Merlin and Gwen being partners in crime <3 She literally didn't know what Merlin needed that dog statue for. He said, "hey, can you help me steal this?" and she just went, "okay :)" (I love them)

• HELP HE IS SO SMOL I CAN'T BREATHE 😭

• Genuinly impressed by this good boy's acting skills

• Merlin gets a first glimpse of Arthur's noble soul (or stupidity) when Arthur refuses to back down from the fight even though he knows Valiant is using magic. He's almost shocked by it. It's interesting to contrast to S5 Merlin, who knows Arthur "better than he knows himself", and knows that he would go to Camlann even if he knew he was destined to die there.

• Arthur's confident mask almost slipping when he tells Morgana "I'll see you at the feast" because he believes he will die in the tournament. PLEASE HE'S BEING SO NOBLE AND BRAVE AND HE'S LITERALLY JUST A BABY

Funny/notable lines:

Do you hear clanging?

ARTHUR: I don't get nervous. / MERLIN: Really? I thought everyone got nervous. / ARTHUR: Will you shut up!

I wouldn't lie to you. (!!)

The half cannot truly hate what makes it whole.

[sigh] on to episode 1x02

#oh whoa ok I have a few thoughts actually #rewatch1.jls #merlin's body count: still 1

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aurorablue22 · 3 years ago

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YO- i just saw your most recent work and i knew i had to request something asap. would you be down to write a super soft n cute scene between a fem reader and sirius? maybe she’s had such a stressful day from studying so he gives her some self care and loving attention <33 much love! :D

Uhh yes this sounds so cute??!!? And thank you for the request - my inbox is always open!! Just please have patience, school can be time consuming <3

Much love to you too <3333

Warnings: mentions of eating, a few suggestive comments but no smut.

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When Slughorn finally dismissed the class, you were relieved. Potions was your final course of the day, and thank Merlin it was. You shoved your notes and quills into your bag and quickly made your way back to Gryffindor tower, ready to settle down for a nap.

After giving the Fat Lady her password, you entered the cozy atmosphere of your house's common room. The squashed chairs, fuzzy carpets and roaring fireplace gave a comforting feeling. Just as you turned to make your way upstairs, a voice called to you.

"(Y/N), hey!"

You looked over your shoulder to see Lily walking towards you, arms open. You hugged her and smiled.

"I haven't seen you since lunch, I've missed you!" she said, and you could tell she meant it.

"I've missed you too." you replied, and Lily took your hand.

"Come sit down, you look tired."

Before you could object, Lily had taken you to sit on one of the big couches, and you were greeted by Marlene, Alice, Frank and Peter. Truth be told, you had missed your friends, and figured your nap could wait until later.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" you asked, taking some of the candies Marlene had offered you.

"Helping McGonagall clean up her classroom." Peter piped up.

"Apparently Sirius transfigured the light fixtures into sprinkler systems. Blamed it on school budget cuts." Marlene snorted.

"Hmph. Sounds like him." you smiled, relaxing into the cushions. Your friends kept up with the lively conversation, while you felt yourself nodding off. You decided to close your eyes for only a moment, but next thing you knew, somebody was shaking you awake.

"Hey!! (Y/N/N)!! Wakey wakey!"

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, only to open them and find Sirius practically nose to nose with you.

"Oh.. hi Siri.." you yawned, stretching your arms. "I must've fell asleep.. what time is it?"

"9:30."

"What?!" you cried, jumping up from your seat. "Oh no no no, how could you let me sleep for so long?! For Merlin's sake, I've got so much work to do-"

"Woah woah woah," Sirius stopped you, gently taking hold of your shoulders and turning you to face him. "Take a breath, why don't ya?"

You heaved a big sigh, then your stomach growled.

"Oh Sirius, I missed dinner.." you frowned, flopping back onto the couch.

"No bother my darling, I made you a plate." he said, picking a dish up from the table and handing it to you.

"Sirius, you didn't!" you beamed, immediately hugging him. "Good Godric I'm so lucky to have you." you took the plate and utensils from him, digging in.

"Well I'll say, if I knew I'd get this reaction from you, I'd have brought you the whole table!"

After you'd eaten most of the plate, in which Sirius took the time to complain about his new set of detentions, you laid back down, resting your head in his lap.

"Personally, I believe James should've gotten the same amount as me, considering he- oh, you alright (Y/N/N)?”

“Wha?” you mumbled, looking up at him. “Oh yeah, just a little sleepy..”

“What for? You seemed well rested during breakfast.”

“It’s that bloody double-Potions.” you said matter-of-factly, furrowing your brows. “That Slughorn never gives it a rest! I’m exhausted.”

“Ahh I see..” Sirius nodded, then looked as though he was pondering something. “Wanna try something?”

“Sirius, I’m really not in the mood-”

“No no no no,” he chuckled. “Not that type of something. Just lay on your stomach f’me.”

In your tired state, you obliged, laying opposite of the way you just were. Once you’d nestled into a pillow, you felt Sirius’ hands trailing up your back, and resting on your shoulders.

He pushed his thumbs in circular motions through your tense muscles, and you let out a groan of relief.

“Oh Siri, that feels so good...” you mumbled.

“I’ve heard that one before.” he chuckled, continuing the massage.

You soon felt your eyelids getting heavy, and your breathing becoming deep and steady. You felt as though you could melt into the couch.

“Go ahead and rest lovely, you deserve it.” Sirius said quietly, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head.

With that, you closed your eyes, and listened to the crackling of the fireplace.

“My beautiful, brilliant girl.”

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Hi lovelies! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. Just another reminder that requests are open, so if you’d like, just leave a comment or drop something in my inbox.

~Aurora xo

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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years ago

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Do You Still Love Me?

Requested by Anon: ‘Hi love, i really enjoy reading your stories. Could you maybe write a reader × snape fic where the reader is pregnant and he doesn't touch her because he's scared to hurt her and the baby and then there's this whole "don't you find me attractive anymore" going on and than in the end they work it out ;-) like angst fluff and smut’

An: Kind of proud of this one right here :,)!! I hope you enjoy! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex [even though that doesn’t matter lmao], pregnancy sex, slight angst, slight fluff

You’d like to say that your pregnancy so far had been smooth, and in a sense, it had. Except for the fact that your husband hadn’t touched you in months. You were nearing the middle of your second trimester, and no matter how much you tried, Severus refused to get intimate with you.

He didn’t ignore your kisses or your small displays of affection, no; he never allowed the two of you to go further than just that. Alright, that wasn’t entirely true. He’d let you go down on him and he was more than happy to do the same, but if you even thought about suggesting him fucking you, he tensed up and stopped - coming up with excuse after excuse as to why he wasn’t able to (“I’m sorry, darling, I have summer assignments to grade”, “I’m not in the mood to continue”, etc).

It aggravated you and due to your ever increasing libido, it started to affect your everyday attitude. He’d tried speaking with you but you’d ignore him and use your own form of reasoning as to why you didn’t want to be bothered with him.

Today in particular, though, you couldn’t seem to sit still. You needed something to satisfy yourself but you didn’t want to use your fingers, and considering you had a husband to remedy that, you weren’t going to. But said husband was acting as if he wasn’t interested in touching you at the moment.

You didn’t understand it, if he was perfectly fine with eating you out, and he obviously didn’t mind when you returned the favor, then what was the problem? It wasn’t like you two had never had sex, you were pregnant for Merlin’s sake. It was far too late into your marriage for him to put sex to the side.

The fact that he didn’t want to have sex with you had started to feed into your insecurities. Maybe, because of your newly added weight, he found you repulsing. Or because your breast and ass had nearly doubled in size, despite your stomach not doing the same. But that couldn’t be, he’d seen you naked since you’d gained a few and never had he said anything about it. His eyes had clearly displayed his love and affection that he held for you. And no matter how much Severus loved you, you couldn’t see him holding back on a comment that he wanted to say.

Him not telling you what his problem was only dampened your spirits. You hated not knowing what was going on in his mind, but you loathed that it was at your expense. Whenever you two had an issue, it would take a day or less for either of you to come to one another and state your problem. But no, Severus was perfectly content with keeping his thoughts to himself, for once in his life. It angered you yet again.

He’d just come back from being somewhere he’d gone, he’d told you earlier but you didn’t care to remember. Walking through the archway, he announced his presence with a “Hello, love”, but you paid him no mind, instead finding an interest in the novel you were reading. He sat down, lifted your feet onto his lap, and stared at you. You continued to ignore him, clearly he had no problem doing so when it came to your needs.

“Darling,” he rubbed your calf soothingly. “Is something the matter?” He could tell by the way you were slightly facing away from him that you weren’t in the best mood, but he knew to be careful with his words.

“No at all, Severus.” You responded dully. As much as you wanted him to give you his undivided attention, you weren’t going to show him.

His face frowned in confusion, clearly you were upset and not telling him. “Have I done something wrong?”

You slowly raised your eyes up to peer over your book and at him, the question alone caused an unsuspected amount of irritably to arise in you. With your most bored countenance, you answered, “Have you done something, Severus?”

“Why are you calling me Severus?” He scowled.

“Is it not your name?” You countered.

His face fell still in irritation, “You don’t call me by my name unless I’ve done something.” He argued.

You put your book to the side and folded your arms over each other, giving him your undivided attention, “Then I guess that would answer your question, wouldn’t it.”

That made him raise his eyebrows in agreement, you had him there. If only he knew exactly what it was that had you vexed. He tried to recollect and focus on what he’d done over the past few days. He’d helped you when you called, returned to your sentiments, and even relaxed with you every night.

You watched as his eyes went back and forth, he was in his head trying to find what’d made you tick - you knew that. His posture had slouched, taking on a defeated tone, and you shook your head when he finally looked back at you. A new wave of anger washed over you at his next words.

He sighed, “I can’t seem to find the problem.”

“Of course you can’t.” You snarked. You aggressively yanked your feet off of his lap and abruptly stood up. Severus stood, too, ready to follow wherever you were about to go, “Get away from me, Severus.” You growled.

“What is your problem?” He exasperatedly asked. “If you would tell me what I did wrong, Y/n, I could help.”

You glared at him, wishing to set the sleeve of his robes on fire but not wanting to harm him. Your husband was an exceedingly brilliant man and clever as a fox, so you knew there was no possible way he was really this dense. “Why the hell won’t you fuck me!” You yelled.

Well… that wasn’t exactly what Severus had been expecting to hear. Of all the things that could’ve caused your anger, he hadn’t suspected the problem to be lack of sex. “What?” He dumbly answered.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You seethed.

“Darling—” he tried.

But you held your hand up, “No, Severus. I see you’re perfectly fine with me sucking you off, but when it comes to doing more than eating me out; you absolutely decline the idea.” You stepped away from the couch and walked towards the steps. “You won’t even try and attempt to be in me. Do you really find me so unattractive that you’re disgusted to even have sex…” it wasn’t a question but it had tread closer to one rather than a statement.

Severus was quickly at your side, not wanting you to refer to yourself that way, “I absolutely do not.” He rejected that thought and stomped it out. “Why would you ask me that?”

Your lip trembled. Seeing how he reacted to that question made you feel silly and had you question why’d you’d even assume that, but then you remembered how he’d been acting. If he hadn’t thought that the thought of you was revolting, than why hadn’t he already tried having sex with you yet?

“Y/n, why would you think that?” He repeated, but you turned yourself face away from him to hide the tears. “Talk to me, love. Please.”

His voice was gentle and welcoming and you found yourself walking towards it. You stopped an inch in front of him, still looking down and sniffling. You cursed your hormones for betraying you. He wasn’t having that, though, and he lifted your head up so he could see your eyes.

“Please, love,” he whispered. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me why.”

“Severus, I’m pregnant.” You stated.

He rolled his eyes because that didn’t answer his question, “Obviously…”

You ignored him, “And since I’m pregnant, I need affection from my husband. I can’t help but feel unattractive when we’ve gone from having sex on literally every surface and any space we could, to barely having actual sex.” You saw him getting ready to comment something and knew, “I want to be fucked by you, and as much as I love your mouth, your cock is better.” Your blunt words made him widen his eyes in surprise but you didn’t care.

Although you’d told him exactly what the problem was, Severus hadn’t said anything. Instead, he looked away from you and loosened the grip he had on your chin. You could feel him pulling away from you and you shook your head. You’d just told him your reasoning why and you’d be damned if he didn’t do the same.

“No, Severus, don’t even try it.” You called out. “Don’t you dare fucking try and walk away!” Your voice had raised on its own accord.

“I… I can’t, Y/n.” He apologized.

But you weren’t having it, and you weren’t going to let him leave without telling the truth, “Why do you always try to leave whenever I attempt to ask you this! Tell me why you don’t want to make love to me, Severus Snape, or I’m leaving!” You weren’t going to actually leave, however, there was nothing wrong with making him believe you were.

He still made a move to talk and you’d decided enough was enough, “Are you cheating on me?” You questioned. You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer, and you were afraid of what you’d do if it was anything other than what you wanted to hear.

“I would never cheat on you.” He promised, voice having gone deathly serious.

“Why are you not trying to have sex with me!” You demanded, all but screaming at this point.

Severus’ face was marred with indecisiveness. He was warred between telling you what his internal battle had been and just not answering, accepting that you’d just have to be mad at him. He knew that you wouldn’t prefer the latter, and as you were his wife, he decided to be honest. “I’m… scared that I’m going to hurt you or our child.”

His confession made you still. Well… now you felt dumber than ever. Your husband, the man you loved so dearly and would lay down your life for, was afraid of hurting you and your unborn baby. Your anger completely dissipated, no more were you upset, but instead completely understanding.

You grabbed his hand and guided the two of you over to the sofa. When you looked at his sullen face, your heart did a little leap. Severus, despite all his flaws, and underneath the heavy layer of sarcasm, had the most loving heart a man could have. You were lucky, you truly were, and moments like these reminded you of that.

Playing with his wedding band, you caressed his left ring finger. You sat in a brief silence, both of you reflecting on the others purpose of attitude the past days (or months in your case), before you spoke up, “Sev, sweetheart, we’ve been cleared for sex since we’ve found that I was pregnant. Why would you be afraid of hurting me?”

He sighed, “Darling, we don’t have the best history of gentle sex, and we’ve both been known to accidentally hurt one another from going too far.” He grabbed your hand now, mimicking your actions, “I’m afraid that, if I happen to get too caught up, I’ll lose control.”

“Well, I think we both know that you are not a man of little self control, but I understand your concern.” You conceded.

“Thank you.” He nodded and squeezed your hand.

“Of course.” You supplied. “But, honestly, Sev, you’re not going to hurt either of us. You know when to rein yourself in - so to speak - and if anything should happen or you accidentally hurt me; I will tell you.”

Severus still looked somewhat conflicted, but accepted your words anyway, “Alright.” Another moment of quietness fell between you and you smiled to yourself when you felt Severus’ fingers dance up your leg, from your knee to the top of your thigh. “Would you happen to… be in the mood?” He whispered in your ear, having leaned closer, and nibbled on it.

You giggled, “I’m always in the mood when it comes to you, and luckily for us, I’m ready right now.”

“Right here?” Severus asked incredulously.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “We’ve done it on the couch numerous times, hell we’ve had to get a new one before.” You reminded him.

A smug look fell upon his face and made you roll your eyes, “I remember. But you’re pregnant now, wouldn’t you prefer our bed?”

You gave him the most bewildered look he’d ever seen from you before you turned his head your way and murmured on his lips, “Please just take me.”

At once, Severus picked you up and spun you around, softly laying you on the couch and taking off your simple teddy. His rough lips melded with yours, slowly trailing his mouth down and paying the required attention to your breasts, rolling your erect nipples around in his mouth, feeling your body twitch when he softly bit down on one. He traveled down to your small stomach. You giggled when you felt him whisper on your silky skin, it tickled.

His light, patient lips, pressed against your warm inner thigh as he glanced up to catch a second of your very eager, hungry eyes. He knew you wanted him - that’d been obvious, and you knew he’d been waiting for this just as much; you knew it and you loved it.

He liked to take his time, torture you as you so impatiently squirmed underneath him. His hands gently glided up to your hips as he pulled himself up just enough to smell the sweet aroma of your hot cunt. His tongue ever so gently trailed up and down your slit, stopping to smile at the small gasps he heard you make. With one hand clutching your side, his other hand slid down to your small, tight hole, barely touching it when he said, "Merlin you're so tight and wet, my love, but don't worry, I'll make myself fit. I'll stretch you out so you can feel all of my hard cock in you."

At that moment, his finger found its way inside you and damn did he feel good. You were so slippery that his finger slid in and out of you with ease. He inserted another finger. He started off slow, teasing you, as his other hand traced the small tiger-like marks on your stomach, evidence of you carrying his seed. With two fingers in your taut, wet pussy, he started slowly pumping them in and out of you, hearing your strained moans of pleasure.

You couldn’t stand it anymore and started moving up and down on his hand. He noticed your struggle and accommodated by thrusting his fingers benevolently inside you, lifting your ass to get better leverage.

He was finger fucking you fast now, and you started letting out louder and stronger moans, “Ohhhh, Sev,” you whined.

Your hands quickly found the back of his relaxed, cotton shirt to take it off. He lifted up his head and kissed you hard but you shook your head, pushing his back down to your leaking twat. He retracted his fingers out of you and tasted your pleasant nectar as you bucked your pussy up to his mouth. His tongue darted in your hole as far as he could go, sucking your pussy lips. He then traced the letters of his name as he said, "That's right, moan like a good girl... you're mine."

You saw him stand up and start to unbutton his trousers, “You… you ready?” You panted.

Watching his hands the entire time, you knew he was trying to hide the fact that he too desperately wanted to be inside of you - neither of you had gone this long without each other, but his shaking gave him away. “I’ve been ready since I saw that glistening cunt of yours.” There was your husband.

You heard the zip of his trousers as he brought them down to his knees to take one leg out at a time. He was trying to add in a little bit of teasing, but you could see his rock hard bulge beneath his boxers. You sat up to feel him. You could barely get your small hand around him.

You moved your fingers to his waist band and inched them down till they fell to his ankles; his fat cock, stiff and warm against your hands, he was hard just for you. You kissed the tip as he grabbed on to the back of your hair, enough for you to feel pressure but not to hurt you. You went down to the base of his cock, licking it all the way back up to the top in one swift move.

You heard him groan as you put your mouth around his throbbing dick and slid your mouth down on it to let him in as far as you could. You started to bob up and down on him, sucking and stroking, moving faster and faster. His volume increased as you played with his balls with your other hand. You sucked faster, faster, faster, moving your tongue around his cock, flicking it and tasting him.

Severus realized how close he was to cumming, “Stop, beautiful.” And he took his cock out of your mouth and bounced it on your lips as you kissed it once more.

Then, without warning he slid back down your body and you moaned loudly. He followed you as you rolled slightly over, nearly falling off of the couch, wantonly looking at your exposed, naked body bathed in the illuminating brightness coming from the candle light around you. Every time he saw you, naked, exposed and with that gleam in your eye he was at your mercy.

Taking a deep breath you prepared yourself, smiling as you knew what you were in store for. You felt his breath over your cunt, sending tremors up your body to all of your erogenous zones. Then it happened, his tongue extended and flicked over the top of your clit, once... twice, you were once again moaning loudly, a third time, your hips were off the couch and they were begging him for more.

The tongue pulled back and your hips sank to the bed again. You were aching for him to finish you, again, and again and... his tongue dragged between your inner lips, spreading your most delicate of places and opening you up, he dragged it up and swirled around your clit.

He could feel you jerk, looking up he met your eyes for a moment before your head snapped back as it got to be too much. Smiling he took your clit in his mouth, like he had with your nipples.

Sucking then nibbling, pushing you closer to the edge. Your hands dropped away from your breasts, clutching the material of the couch as an orgasm smashed over you, screaming out as one of many hit you like a coming storm.

Smiling, he felt and tasted your juice as it squirted from you. It had started and it wouldn't finish for some time. As your body trembled he thrust his tongue deep inside you, slick running down his tongue, his hands came up to hold your glorious ass as his tongue slid in and out of your twitching pussy.

Your moaning hadn't stopped, and the pool that had formed under you was growing. Without warning Severus lifted you out of your delicious juices and moved you higher to the right side of the sofa, knowing that once they cooled it wouldn't be pleasant for you.

Once more he attacked, this time using his fingers to spread your lips so he could lick your entrance before returning to your swollen clit to lick as your hood retracted, then to suck and nibble. You were gone now, lost in a world of lust, pleasure and orgasms that linked together for as long as your mind could remember.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He’d been patient for too long. He pushed you down on the couch, mindful of your stomach, and tried hard not to throw himself on top of you. "Sweating already?" You teased.

He replied, "You make me so damn hot, I need to fuck you - right now." He took your nipple in his mouth, licking and biting it, making it hurt so good. He kissed up your neck, finding your mouth, finding your tongue and intertwining it with his. With one hand on one of your breasts, his other hand found his way back down to your pussy, he could feel how wet and ready you were for him.

Your eyes were partially closed, and you were loving every second of it. Then they snapped open, he was kissing your neck, and sliding inside you. All the way inside you.

Grinning, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper. If eating you out felt perfect, feeling him slide deeper and deeper inside you felt... you didn't know a word that meant 'more than perfect'.

You felt complete again, like every minute spent without him inside you was spent as half a person. “Fuck I missed this.” Smiling more, you met his face and kissed as another orgasm washed over you. Then he pulled out, looking down at you as you recovered from the second or third orgasm of the night (you weren’t keeping count, and try as you might, you didn’t care too) while he was inside you, then thrusted back as deep as he could go.

Your eyes popped open again and your moan was long as your eyes met. Everything was right with the world. He pulled out again, your hips lifted off the sofa to follow him and he let you. Pulling him with you so he was kneeling on the couch (as best as he could at least, this position wasn’t flattering him like it was you) and you were face to face with him, legs wrapped around his waist and completely full.

With one arm around your shoulders, and the other around your ass with that hand cupping one of your perfect cheeks, he pulled his hips back and thrust into you, over and over again.

He could feel his own climax building, pushing it back he quickened his pace, “Fucking hell, woman, you’re killing me.” Pumping in and out of you, repeatedly.

“Then you’ll die a happy man.” You retorted. His shaft and your thighs were covered in your sweet juice and he knew he needed to get his mouth back down there before he finished, there was just something so intoxicating about your cunt. After your next orgasm broke through you he released his hold and you fell back to the couch.

Flipping you over, he pulled you to all fours, thinking he was going to enter you from behind you lifted your ass to meet him. With another smirk he leant forward and lapped at your sweet pussy, getting as much as he could. Probing with his tongue and fingers, urging you to cum again.

He knew you couldn't take much more, so when your next orgasm carried you away, he re-positioned himself. The final charge, holding himself against your opening, he let you thrust yourself back onto him. Impaling yourself with speedy rapidity, fucking yourself on him and loving it.

The faster you went the louder you moaned and screamed and you were stretched from behind. “Oh, Sev!” You wailed.

Soon he was at the point of no return, he gripped your hips and thrusted into you, stopping your reverse charge. “Right there, love. Stay right there!” Grabbing you tenderly, he began pumping in and out of you until he was right on the edge.

Rolling you, you both collapsed with him carefully on top of you, still inside. Your lips met, and you kissed with the passion of newlyweds, him slowly returning to his thrusting. Then, with lips locked, you came together, as he slowly slid in and out, filling you with his cum while you squirted more onto him and the couch.

Again you both slumped, this time beside each other. A mess of legs, arms, and hair. With a short but deep kiss you were gone. With a smile, he shifted over so that you were as comfortable as possible and your child wasn’t potentially being harmed. Severus accio’d a thick cover for you two and threw it over you both.

You scooted closer into him, fitting snugly against his chest. Two soft kisses to the top of his neck, his hand slid over your hip to rest on your thigh, then a third soft kiss, “Rest easy, my love.”

“Best… sex… ever.” You tiredly mumbled before drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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dracoscene · 4 years ago

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Hi friend! Just ran across your work and I love it!! 😍🤍 would you be willing to write something angsty where the reader overhears him talking to Blaise about how clingy she is and decides to give him space only to find out he was taking about Pansy? And then all is good and there so much fluff and love 💕

Crossed Wires | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Contains: angst, kinda mean Draco, FLUFF

A/N: Thank you so so much for the request, hope this is close to what you wanted!

Word count: 1.6k

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"She's pathetic, Blaise."

You came to a halt when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

"No matter where I go, she's there, all the time. Like a bloody dog." His voice was filled with pure hate. It felt as if the blood in your veins froze as the words fell from his lips.

"What do you expect mate, this girl is head over heels for you. Don't you see the drool on her chin everytime you're within a five mile radius of her?"

Draco scoffed at his friend's words. "It's repulsive."

Repulsive. You weren't unfamiliar with those kind of words coming from him. He almost used them on a daily basis; when students ran past him in the hallways, when Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces with pastries at dinner, when first years cried after Draco had just threatened to hex them, or when Potter just so much did as breathe. What you were unfamiliar with, was him using those words in connection with you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

A tap on your shoulder ripped you from your thoughts, making you flinch. You turned around to see Pansy standing behind you with her hands up.

"Woah there, didn't mean to scare you." She laughed, waiting for a response that didn't come.

Pansy cleared her throat as she re-adjusted the bag on her shoulders. "So, do you think Draco and Blaise are here already?" Shit. It totally slipped your mind that the reason you came here was the study date the four of you agreed on having before dinner. You watched Pansy silently as she took a few steps forward to look around the bookshelf you two were standing next to.

"Found them!"

You didn't care to move, all you wanted to do was just turn around and get out of there, dreading to face Draco after what he'd just said. Still, you followed Pansy to where the boys were sitting.

Your heartbeat skyrocketed when you spotted the blonde already looking in your direction, the annoyance in his face very much visible. Your eyes met for a moment before you felt the urge to look away, feeling small under his gaze.

Confusion was growing inside of Draco when you took the free space on the couch next to Blaise and not him like you usually did. It felt weird doing so, but you were too embarrassed to sit next to him right now, knowing that he probably wouldn't want you to anyway.

Blaise's eyes alternated between you and Draco, trying to figure out what was going on when Pansy dropped her bag with a loud thud before making herself comfortable next to Draco, grinning. "Well then, shall we begin?"

Minutes went by like hours, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the occasional scoffs coming from Pansy when she didn't understand something in the Potions book.

"Draco could you help me with th-"

"No."

Draco didn't even bother to look at the book in front of him. His eyes had been burning into you from the second you sat down next to his friend. You shifted in your seat, staring at that one sentence in your book that you were trying to read for the seventh time now, but you just couldn't focus long enough. Your cheeks were on fire, feeling utterly intimidated by your boyfriends stare.

After what felt like an eternity, Pansy and Blaise started packing up their books. Draco didn't even move a muscle.

"See you at dinner then." Blaise stated before leaving the library with Pansy by his side. You hurried to gather your stuff, trying to catch up to them, but a firm grasp on your wrist stopped you.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Draco's voice was stern, but you could still make out a hint of insecurity.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I'm just.. tired I guess? Oh and I've been having this awful headache all day and I don't really want to bother you with that so I think I should just g-"

"I'm not stupid, y/n." he cut you off. "I know when something's up with you. What is it?"

You didn't know what to say. Confronting him about what you heard would've been the mature way to handle things, but you were hurt. Hurt about the way he talked about you, and especially how he did it; behind your back. So, you removed your hand from his grasp and looked up at him. "I'll go now. I know you don't want to have me around anyway, so don't act like you care."

You left, leaving Draco completely baffled. If you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get away, if you would've looked a little more closely, you might have seen the effect your words had on him.

He did care. A lot.

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Draco knew you probably wouldn't want him to sit next you during dinner, that's why he did exactly that. He wasn't just going to let this go, so he plopped down next to you.

Your whole body tensed up, and Draco noticed.

The poor boy was confused as ever, you could almost see his brain working with high speed, thinking of every encounter and every conversation with you he had that day, trying to figure out what in the world he's done that made you avoid him.

Confusion turned into frustration real fast when he just couldn't seem to think of anything.

"This is ridiculous, y/n." his voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was loud and clear. "Will you just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

Draco's eyes followed your every move as you turned to look at him. "Can we go somewhere else?" your voice was shaking and you could feel a lump forming in your throat.

He gave you a quick nod before standing up and taking your hand to lead you out of the Great Hall. Pansy called out his name when you two walked past her, but Draco simply waved her off.

The laughter and chatting of students stopped when the doors closed behind you. He led you a little further away with your hand still in his. You felt your heart pounding in your chest when he turned to look at you, it was beating so fast you were scared he might hear it.

"Will you talk to me now?" his thumb started caressing the top of your hand when he saw how nervous you were, as an attempt to calm you down. "I need to know what's going on, did I do something?" "What happened?"

Tears fiilled your eyes when you replayed the words in your head.

"She's pathetic."

"Like a bloody dog."

"Y/n?" his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I heard what you said." You tried your hardest to keep your composure. "In the library, about how I'm always with you and how pathetic you think that is." Your voice broke at that last part.

Draco's face fell when he realized that you thought his words were directed to you. Thinking about how hurt by his words you must've been made his heart break.

"Darling." he breathed out, gentle hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumb to wipe away the single tear that fell from your eye. "I wasn’t talking about you."

You furrowed your brows as confusion replaced the hurt look on your face. "Huh?"

"It was Parkinson I was talking about, she's been bothering me the whole bloody day."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, the color of your cheeks became a crimson red, which you tried to hide as best as you could by covering your face with both of your hands.

Draco let out a laugh as he took your hands into his and pulled you into a hug, his head resting on yours. "I'm so so stupid, oh my god." your voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Sometimes." he chuckled while rubbing soothing circles on your back with his hands. "You should know better than to think I’d ever talk about you like this, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." you lifted you head and looked up at him through wet eyelashes, hands resting flat against his upper body.

"Merlin y/n, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you." he planted a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a second before you buried your face back into his chest. Your arms draped around his waist, holding fast onto him.

The creaking of doors made Draco's head shoot up, looking in the direction of approaching footsteps. His face turned into a sneer as soon as he saw Pansy turn around the corner, looking for him.

"Draco why aren't you in th- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Her gaze landed on you.

You felt the muscles in Draco's arms flex around your body as he pulled you even closer into his chest like he was trying to protect you from her prying eyes.

"For fucks sake, Parkinson. Get lost." he snapped at her, voice brimming with venom. This was all it took for Pansy to leave as fast as she came.

Draco scoffed before he let one arm fall to his side, leaving the other one around your waist to keep you close.

"Pathetic, isn't she?" You leaned into him, smiling. Draco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at your statement.

"Hey" he grabbed your chin, lifting it so you were looking at him. "I love you, always will. You know that, right?"

You gave him a reassuring nod before planting a kiss on his lips. "Love you too, Dray. More than anything."

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Day 63: Hair

After the war, after his eighth year at Hogwarts, after training to be an Auror, after quitting that soul-sucking job, and after accepting the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, Harry started to let his hair grow out. It wasn’t intentional at first, not really, he was just unbelievably busy teaching. But after a few months, his hair, which had always had a mind of its own, had grown long enough that the wavy-curls brushed his jaw.

He'd looked at himself in the mirror one morning and heard his Aunt Petunia's voice in his head, scolding him and telling him that only girls had long hair. He told that voice in his head to fuck right off and kept growing his hair out.

Not that it mattered what anyone else thought, but nearly everyone had said that his hair suited him. The exception, as it so often seemed to be, was Draco Malfoy. It wasn't as that the Potion's Professor had said outright that he didn't like Harry's hair, but his eyes were always slightly narrowed as though his hair was doing something offensive just by existing. Harry couldn’t understand it.

It all came to a head one afternoon, Harry was in the staff room grading papers and generally minding his own business, when Malfoy marched in and plopped down a pile of his own parchments on the table to mark, “Do you mind if I work here, too?” he asked.

"Not at all," Harry said, gesturing to the place Malfoy had already decided to occupy. He looked down and marked his place on the paper he was struggling through before looking up at Draco and pushing his hair out of his face.

Draco rolled his eyes and gave his head a little shake.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” he replied, very clearly looking at Harry’s wild curls.

He sighed, “Out with it.” It had been a very long day, in Harry’s defense, and he just couldn't take another minute more.

“It’s nothing,” Draco insisted, even as his eyes flicked over to where Harry’s fingers were toying with the ends of a strand of hair.

“What have you got against my hair, Malfoy?”

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“Oh, it’s back to Malfoy is it?” he asked, voice light and teasing. “I haven’t got anything against your hair,” he repeated.

“Come on," Harry urged, "You think because your hair is cut short and is always a perfect quiff that it’s better than mine?” Harry asked, and he knew it was childish but he couldn’t stand Draco thinking mean things about his hair for one more instant. “Do you think I look like a girl?”

“What?” Draco asked, sounding startled. “Of course I don’t think you look like a girl. What are you even saying? My father always had long hair, if you remember,” Harry flushed, knowing that was indeed the case. “And while my hair does, as you said, always look perfect,” he added with a smirk, “Your hair is very nice as well. Very healthy, the curls suit you.”

Harry felt his neck grow warm at the compliment, “Then why are you always glaring at it?”

“Because you’re always fussing with it. When you’re anxious or grading papers, it seems like it’s in your way and there are a million things you could do with it so it wouldn’t hassle you so.”

“Like what, cut it?”

“No, don’t be an idiot,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“Then what?” Harry muttered, petulantly pushing his hair out of his face once more.

“Like a plait, or a bun, a twist, a half bun even. There are also a myriad of products that could help you.”

Harry chewed on his lip, shoving his curls back behind his ear and thinking about what the other man was suggesting.

“For Merlin’s sake,” Draco muttered. "Here," he snapped, standing up and moving around the table near Harry.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

Draco's fingers slipped into his hair, "Trust me."

I do. Harry thought as Draco's fingers started weaving through his hair. It felt surprisingly nice, actually, and Harry found his eyes drifting shut.

"There," Draco said and Harry opened his eyes to see that he'd conjured a mirror and was holding it up for Harry to look into. He'd braided part of his hair back, clasping the hair that was always in his face and pulling it back into a barrette while the rest remained down around his shoulders.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"No problem," Draco replied carelessly as he sat back down to grade papers.

Harry went back to marking his own and they graded in silence for quite a while until Harry spoke up, "This is actually pretty nice."

"Hmm?" Draco hummed, scratching out something a student had written and writing a note in the margins.

"Having my hair back," Harry replied.

Draco looked up at him, giving him a little smile, "You have perfect hair for braids and buns, lots of volume."

"This would be good for teaching," Harry mused, "Especially on days like tomorrow when I have my older students practicing dueling."

"I could stop by in the morning before breakfast," Draco offered, "put it in a braid or something?"

"I wouldn't want to impose-"

"It's no imposition," Draco interrupted. "Honestly, I'll be glad not to watch you fiddling with it all day."

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And so began their tradition of Draco stopping by Harry's rooms before breakfast. Harry made coffee for both of them and they enjoyed the quiet together while Draco did something with Harry's hair.

How he would do Harry's hair each morning was always a mystery but every day when he showed him the finished result, something warm and pleased unfurled in Harry's chest.

After about a month of this Draco asked him one morning, "What's your hair care routine like?"

Harry shrugged, eye's closed as Draco's fingers worked through his curls, "shower, shampoo, conditioner," he replied. "Every other day usually."

"That's it?" he asked.

"What else is there?" Harry replied, too relaxed by the way Draco's fingers were moving through his hair to get worked up by his indignant tone.

"Potter, do you know what I did while you were training to be an Auror and all that nonsense?”

“Err? Your potions proficiencies?” Harry ventured.

“Well, yes, obviously,” he said as he tucked some hair up into what Harry suspected was becoming an elaborate bun at the base of his neck. “But I also developed potions for a beauty company. Especially potions for healthy hair.” Harry felt a hair pin sliding into place, “when Minerva offered me this position I almost didn’t take it. I had several offers from businesses who wanted to fund my research and allow me to build a brand for them.”

"Really?" Harry asked. "I didn't know that."

"Yes," he replied, "And you are literally killing me. We're going to start doing weekly conditioning masks for your curls. Spa night," he demanded. "Every Saturday."

"Alright," Harry agreed.

"I'll bring the hair care and skin care supplements."

Harry hummed, "Alright. What should I bring?"

"Dinner."

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So they did. Spa nights on Saturdays and Draco every morning to do something different with his hair, and he loved every moment of it.

Harry had never been a morning person but for the first time in his life he found himself looking forward to being awake and out of bed each morning. He was happy and his hair seemed to be, too.

It seemed impossible, but Harry's hair had grown and grown and grown in the past five months since Draco had started all of this. His wavy curls reached halfway down his back by this point and Draco never seemed to tire of coming up with new ways to do his hair.

One warm Sunday afternoon in May, Harry invited Draco for a picnic and Draco had given him a pleased smile and said yes.

They found a quiet spot on a hill and ate lunch while they chatted and laughed as they watched students goofing around and generally just having fun.

"Merlin," Draco laughed as a group of second years rolled down the hill, sending up puffs of dandelions in the wind, "Were we ever that young."

"Honestly?" Harry asked, glancing over and tossing the curls that Draco had left loose over his shoulder, "I don't think so."

Draco frowned at him, "Even before you knew about Voldemort?" he asked.

Harry laughed and looked at the kids who were skipping rocks over the lake, "Especially then."

Draco moved to kneel behind him, taking down the part of Harry's hair that he'd put up earlier that morning, "Tell me about it?" he asked softly.

He hummed, "Not much to tell, really," he replied.

Draco's fingers started at the hair just above his right temple, "Tell me anyway?"

"Well this," he sighed as Draco started braiding, "Would never have been allowed. Long hair was for girls."

"Pfft," Draco huffed.

Harry smiled, "they," he swallowed, the words still somehow causing him bitter grief, "they didn't want me."

"What?"

"Just," he shrugged, "They had their own child and I was just a burden dumped on them. I wasn't allowed to be a child, I was there to do chores and not get in the way. Everything about me was wrong from my skin color, to my hair, to my eyesight, to my accidental magic."

"That's horrible."

"Yeah," he agreed, "But it was a long time ago. And I turned out alright."

"You did," Draco affirmed and Harry saw him pluck a flower from the grass beside them.

"Were you allowed to be a kid?" Harry asked.

"Sort of." Harry saw flowers zip past him and into Draco's outstretched hand. "There were things that were befitting of Malfoys and things that weren't. Anything that was appropriate for an heir of a noble pureblood house was fair game."

"Draco?"

"Mmhmm?" he hummed.

"It's been nice defying my childhood with you."

When Draco spoke he could hear the smile in his voice, "Likewise, Harry." He tied off the elaborate seven-strand braid he'd been working on and put it over Harry's shoulder to show him to flowers he'd woven in.

"Beautiful," Harry murmured, brushing his fingers over the array of flowers.

"Yes, you are," he replied.

Harry's gaze snapped up to find Draco watching him closely. "There's another way that I'd very much like to defy my upbringing with you," he ventured, clinging to every shred of Griffyndor bravery he'd ever possessed.

"Oh?" Draco asked with a little smile.

He nodded and reached out to cup Draco's cheek in his palm, "Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Draco replied, leaning in and pressing his lips to Harry's as he buried his fingers in Harry's hair.

And if several groups of students caught sight of the two of them kissing on the hill, well, no one was surprised.

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ahhhh! Sorry friends. This one got a bit out of control. I was just feeling a lot of feelings about Harry having long hair.

Side note, if anyone feels inspired draw Draco doing Harry's lovely flower braid (and I'm not saying it has to be @pato-roldnart but I'm obsessed with your art) I'd love that more than anything.

AHHHHH pato-roldnart did the thing! Look at this GORGEOUS art. I'm in love, please go look at it!

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy it even though it's long! <3 Thanks for the prompt anon!

Day 62: Clothes | Day 64: Shower

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