#shout out to gwen for sending the link!!!!!

[yesloulou]

soooo sweet and big dicked of him 😳🫵

[larluce]

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

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LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16 , PART 17 , PART 18 , PART 19 , PART 20 , PART 21 (You're here), PART 22

I forgot I never showed how Arthur and Lancelot became friends again so here it is:

After the events of "The Poison Chalice". Lancelot in the dungeons.

Lancelot: (lying on the floor, thinking) The luck I have. I came to become a knight and somehow, as soon as I arrive, I end up offending the Prince of Camelot himself (sighs) Maybe that dream didn't mean anything after all. Maybe I'm not fit to be a knight… But then why were the prince and that boy in my dream?

Gwen: (arrives with a plate of food) Uhm... Hello?

Lancelot: (stands up quickly) Oh.. hey! 😅

Guard: (opens the cell)

Gwen: (enters, blushing a little) I...uh... brought your food.

Lancelot: (laughs softly) I can see that (takes the plate) Thank you, my lady.

Gwen: I'm not a lady and don't thank me, it's my job. Well not really, I'm Lady Morgana's maidservant, but Merlin asked me to make sure they were feeding you, so, uhm, it's actually a favor. Not to you! But to my friend Merlin, that is. (thinking) Oh, gods! 😳 Why did I tell him all that?! 😫🤦‍♀️

Lancelot: Merlin?

Gwen: The boy you saved.

Guard: (urges Gwen to get out of the cell with a gesture)

Gwen: Right, sorry. (gets out of the cell)

Guard: (closes the cell)

Lancelot: (stops Gwen before she leaves) Wait! You said "saved". You mean he is alright?

Gwen: (smiles, touched at his worry) Safe and sound. He was just under the effects of a paralizing poison, but it was not letal. He can move now.

Lancelot: (sighs in relief) I'm glad... wait, then why am I here?

Gwen: (confused) what?

Lancelot: For how the Prince reacted I thought I was being arrested for murder! Does the Prince still think I tried to kill him? Hasn't your friend explained to him what happened?

Gwen: (laughs without being able to help it)

Lancelot: (confused and a bit offended) I don't believe my disgrace is funny, my lady.

Gwen: (still between laughs) No! it's not-Sorry, it's just... (turns to the guard, scolding him) You didn't tell him why he was arrrested?

Guard: (shrugs) That's not my job.

Gwen: (sighs and turns to Lancelot) You see-uhm... sorry, what's your name?

Lancelot: Lancelot.

Gwen: Lancelot, the prince didn't send you here because he thinks you murdered someone. He's keeping you here because you touched his manservant.

Lancelot: ...

Lancelot: What? 😧

Gwen: Merlin, the boy you saved, is his personal manservant, but also the token of his affections if you know what I mean and you were found in... a very compromising position.

Lancelot: I was just holding him!

Gwen: For his highness that's compromising enough.

Lancelot: But I saved his life! Shouldn't I be rewarded instead?

Gwen: Yeah, but that also means you stole him the chance to be the hero. Merlin has been defending you, of course, but apparently that just infuriated him more.

Lancelot: Oh...

Gwen: Yeah, you might be here for a while.

Lancelot: (scared) He is not going to execute me, is he?

Gwen: (with a comforting smile) No, he wouldn't go that far. (thinking) He is not King yet. (says) I have to go now. (starts leaving)

Lancelot: (shouts) I didn't get your name!

Gwen: (turns and smiles softly) It's Gwen, short for Guinevere.

Lancelot: (smiles back) Nice to meet you, Guinevere.

Gwen: (blushes and leaves)

Lancelot: (thinking) Suddenly life in prison is not so bad.

Time skip after Merlin moves to Arthur's antechambers. In Gaius's Tower

Merlin: (enters) Gaius, did you call for-What happened?! 😨 (Goes to Lancelot worried, who is being bandaged by Gaius)

Lancelot: Nothing.

Gaius: The prince and the knights decided to use Lancelot as a practice dummy.

Lancelot: More like a practice bag. 😓

Merlin: Wait, that was you?! I thought it was an actual dummy. You weren't moving at all.

Lancelot: It's worse if I defend myself (streches a little). It's no so bad though. I've learned a couple of new fighting technics today! 😊

Merlin: That's still not right. I'm going to talk to Arthur. (Makes a move to leave)

Gaius and Lancelot: (Shout so loud Merlin startles) NO! 😱

Merlin: (confused) Why not?

Gaius: My boy, Arthur is taking it out on Lancelot as bad as it is. Trying to intervine is just going to make things worse.

Merlin: I just don't get why he is treating you so badly. I always talk him well about you.

Lancelot: (grumbling) That's the problem.

Merlin: Uhm?

Lancelot: Do me a favor, Merlin. Talk him bad about me. Maybe that will work.

Gwen: (enters with small package) Good morning, Merlin, Gaius, Lancelot.

Lancelot: (straightens up inmediatly and smiles) Good morning! (smiles, but winces a little at the sudden movement)

Merlin: What brings you here, Gwen?

Gwen: Oh, I just came to bring Lancelot his food.(goes to Lancelot and gives him the package) I know the Prince has been giving you a hard time

Lancelot: (blushing) Thank you, my lady. But I'm not in the dungeons anymore, you don't have to-

Gwen: Still not a lady and it's no problem really. Sometimes there are leftovers in the royal kitchens and I hate to see food going to waste, so you're actually doing me a favor.

Lancelot: By eating the food nobody wanted?

Gwen: Yes.

Uncomfortable silence.

Gwen: Uh... Lady Morgana must be looking for me.

Lancelot: Right, sure. Send her my greetings. (thinkings) "Send her my greetings"?! 😳 Really?! 😫🤦‍♂️

Gwen: Goodbye. To all of you. (leaves quickly as red as a tomate)

Merlin and Gaius: ...

Merlin: Alright, what is going on? 🤨

Lancelot: I don't know what you are talking about. (unwraps Gwen's package) Uhmm... It smells good.😋

Merlin: Yeah, like it's been recently cooked despite it being leftovers that normally by this hour are, you know, cold.

Lancelot: (takes a bite of his food) Uhum.

Merlin: And isn't smoked pigeon Gwen's especiality?

Lancelot: Really? I didn't know. (takes another bite)

Merlin: (takes Lancelot's food from him rughly)

Lancelot: Hey! 😠

Merlin: (accusing) Have you been courting Gwen? 😠

Lancelot: What?! No!

Merlin: Well, she's definitely courting you!

Gaius: (scolding) Merlin! (takes the food from him and gives it back to Lancelot) What's the matter with you? What's wrong with Gwen showing interest in Lancelot?

Merlin: (raises his voice in desperation) That is not how it was supposed to be!

Gaius and Lancelot: ...

Gaius: Merlin-

Merlin: I have to go. (leaves)

Another uncomfortable silence.

Gaius: Aaand I never got to tell him the errands I had for him... (sighs and looks at Lancelot's food) Can I have some-

Lancelot: Mine 😠 (brings his food closer to him, protectively)

Time skip. Merlin in his new chambers watering his lily.

Merlin: (thinking) I shouldn't be this mad. Is not like Gwen is being unfaithful to Arthur. They are not together yet and they haven't shown any interest in the other either. And Lancelot has always loved Gwen, that's not a secret. I want Lancelot to be happy. He's my friend, but... Then who will be Arthur's Queen?

Arthur: (from the door that conects their rooms) You're going to drown it.

Merlin: (stops watering his lily and turns to Arthur, confused) What?

Arthur: The plant. (walks to him) If you give it too much water you can kill it.

Merlin: Oh, right. Sorry. (blushes)

Arthur: You should fertilize it too. Plants don't only live of water, you know?

Merlin: (laughs a little) Since when do you know so much about plants?

Arthur: (his smile wavers) I... read. (Composes himself and jokes) Something you should do more often if you even know what that is.

Merlin: ...

Arthur: Okay, what's troubling you?

Merlin: Uhm?

Arthur: No snarky reply, no insult. It seems serious.

Merlin: It's nothing. I'm being ridiculous.

Arthur: It's not ridiculous if it's bothering you.

Merlin: You wouldn't understand.

Arthur: Try me. (takes Merlin to a nearby seat and sits next to him) Come on, you can trust me.

Merlin: (sighs) Gwen and Lancelot like each other.

Arthur: ... Oh.

Merlin: I should be happy for them. I know I should but I didn't expect Gwen to fall in love with someone so soon! (thinking) Someone that it's not you. (says) And Lancelot is a good man and his feelings are sincere. I know he would make Gwen happy, but... (thinking) She was supposed to be happy with you.

Arthur: Merlin, are you... jealous of Lancelot?

Merlin: What? No!

Arthur: Of Gwen?

Merlin: No! She's my friend. They are both my friends. It's nothing like that.

Arthur: Friend's jealousy perhaps?

Merlin: Maybe? I don't know. I guess I'm just afraid of change. (thinking) And how this will change EVERYTHING ahead.

Arthur: (sighs in understanding) I know that feeling.

Merlin: And how do you feel about this?

Arthur: (confused) What?

Merlin: How do you feel about Gwen and Lancelot having feelings for one another? I mean, Gwen's been Morgana's maidservant since forever. You know her longer than I do.

Arthur: I... don't know. (Thinking) I know I was relieved to know Lancelot was after Guinevere instead of you, but I was also furious with Lancelot for making Guinevere cheat on me with him before. But I'm not mad at him for wanting to be with her now.

Merlin: But it doesn't bother you, does it? (Thinking) If you have feelings for her in this life too I'll intervine, but if you are okay with it I won't. Just tell me.

Arthur: (thinking) It should bother me, she was my wife after all, why doesn't it bother me? (Says) It's her life, Merlin. She can do what she wants.

Merlin: (sighs in relief) You are right. Thank you, Arthur. (Stands up and goes to the door)

Arthur: Wait, where are you going?

Merlin: (from the door) To give the new couple my support! 😊

Arthur: And your chores? Merlin! 😠

Merlin: (already gone)

Arthur: (sighs and keeps thinking) I loved Guinevere, I know I did. I should be at least upset about this and yet I'm not. I decided I would court Merlin instead of her before I traveled back in time. I already had Gwen in my other life and it wouldn't be fair to either of them if I went after both, but... It was easier than I expected. I haven't thought of Guinevere until Merlin mentioned this. (looks at his ring finger with a sense of nostalgia) Guinevere...

Arthur's flashback.

Arthur in his chambers writing a speech on his desk.

Gwen: (enters, in a cheering tone) Hey! They told me you were hiding here.

Arthur: (not looking up from his papers, in a bored tone) I'm not hiding, I'm writing a speech.

Gwen: For tomorrow's ceremony, I know. (gets closer) I can help you with that. Give it a feminine touch as you would call it. This way you'll finish this sooner... (hugs him from behind seductively) And his majesty can concentrate in something more... exciting.

Arthur: (doesn't react at all at her intend) I rather do it myself. Thank you, Guinevere. (keeps writing)

Gwen: (her smile falls and separates the hug, but composes the smile quickly) I was thinking on visiting my father's and Elyan's grave today. (her smile turns sad)

Arthur: (hums in acknowledgement, eyes still on his papers)

Gwen: I haven't done it in years since Morgana... you know... It's silly cause is not like she can harm me now, but I still have this... fear sometimes.

Arthur: (doesn't even hum now, eyes still on the papers)

Gwen: But I can't live with fear forever so I'll go today. I just... don't want to do it alone.

Arthur: (finally looks up from his papers) You won't be alone.

Gwen: (hopeful) Really?

Arthur: Of course not, you are the Queen. You can take all the knights you need. (looks back at his papers)

Gwen: (her face falls) Right... Yes, I guess I'll do that.

Arthur: (keeps writing in silence)

Gwen: (walks to the door but stops midway and suddenly grabs candelabra and throws it at Arthur in full rage)

Arthur: Ow! (Brings a hand to his head) What the- 😨

Gwen: (grabs a vase nearby and throws it at Arthur too, screaming in rage)

Arthur:(dodges it barely, still very startled) What's wrong with you?! Guinevere!

Gwen: (keeps throwing random things at him)

Arthur: (yells) Stop it! (goes to her, being hit or dodging objects constantly) What are you doing?! Guinevere! (holds her wrists to stop her)

Gwen: (shouts, histerical) NO! (frees from his hold and shoves him furiously) I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!

Arthur: Can't stand what?

Gwen: You! This! (points both of them) Us! If there was even an us to begin with!

Arthur: What are you talking about? We are fine.

Gwen: (laughs dryly) We are NOT fine. But of course you haven't noticed! You don't pay attention to me at all! You don't care what I do, you don't care how I feel! You wouldn't even notice I'm gone!

Arthur: That's not true!

Gwen: Really? When was the last time we intimated? Even better, when was the last time we share a bed?

Arthur: ...

Gwen: You don't remember. Why would you? It was so long ago...

Arthur: Guinevere-

Gwen: But you didn't realise it until now, did you?

Arthur: (full of guilt) I'm so sorry. You are right, I've been a terrible husband-

Gwen: Husband? (laughs dryly again) Oh, Arthur, we have long stopped being wife and husband.

Arthur: (heartbroken) Don't say that.

Gwen: Don't pretend you are hurt now. Everyone in the castle knows you stopped loving me years ago. Or maybe you just pretended you loved me all this time.

Arthur: (angry) Who said that?

Gwen: Everybody! The servants, the nobels, the dogs even! It wouldn't surprise me if all Camelot knew!

Arthur: But someone must have told you this rumor-

Gwen: Is not a "rumor"! They told me that to my face!

Arthur: (very offended and angrier) They can't do that! You are their queen! It is a grave lack of respect-

Gwen: You think they respect me? I'm a peasant possing as Queen that can't even give them the heir they want. For them I'm no more than your little experiment at best.

Arthur: I had no idea-

Gwen: Exactly, just like you had no idea Morgana had me echanted for WEEKS until Merlin pointed it out. But you did notice when he left your side for more than 5 minutes, you noticed something was wrong with him before you left for Camlann and you noticed when he didn't smile for 3 days!

Arthur: (confused) Why are you bringing Merlin into this?

Gwen: I just don't understand! (tears run down her eyes) Why? Why did you marry me? You went against the council, the law itself just for what? To have me as some decorative queen?

Arthur: Of course not!

Gwen: THEN WHY?!

Arthur: BECAUSE I LOVED YOU!

Gwen: ...

Arthur: (realising his choice of words) I LOVE you. I meant to say-Guinevere! (Stops her by the arm when she starts leaving)

Gwen: (frees herself roughly and slaps him) Don't touch me! (Cries)

Arthur: (utterly shocked) ...Gwen-

Gwen: I should have run away with Lancelot when I had the chance! (Leaves closing the door behind her with force)

Arthur: (touching all the spots where Gwen hit him either with objects or her hands, feeling sudden pain) She's stronger than a give her credit sometimes. (sits on the bed) And does know where to hurt. (puts a hand on his chest, feeling hole in his heart)

End of Arthur's flashback.

Arthur: (thinking) Oh, gods... It's not that I didn't love her, but I stopped loving her way before I did the ritual. And she knew before I knew. (goes to the window and spots Gwen walking with the laundry) Guinevere, I know we were happy at least at the beginning. But even in our best days you weren't as happy as you could have been, were you? You never asked to be queen, you never wanted the title and the responsability. You just wanted a partner that adored you and respected you til the end, and I couldn't even give you that. You always loved Lancelot more... just as I always loved Merlin more. You told me before leaving that you just wanted me to be happy. Even when I made you miserable in our last years of marriage, you wished for my happiness. (sighs as Gwen goes out of sight) You also deserve to be happy.

Time skip. Lancelot at the stables.

Merlin: (enters) Hey... Sorry for how I reacted before.

Lancelot: (gives him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes) It's okay, Merlin-

Merlin: No, it's not! I was rude and mean and you didn't deserve that. I'll understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore.

Lancelot: (laughs) Merlin, I was thrown in the dungeons for you and that didn't stop me of wanting to be your friend, did it?

Merlin: No? 🥺

Lancelot: Of course not. (smiles) And I understand why you reacted that way. Gwen has been your friend for longer than I have and... I'm very aware I'm not the best match there is.

Merlin: Don't say that! You are more than worthy of her.

Lancelot: Really? She is Lady Morgana's maidservant and the blacksmith's daughter. I, on the other hand, don't even have a proper job and I came here with nothing because I have nothing for myself, much less to offer. And I met her when I was in the dungeons! what kind of good first impression is that?

Merlin: Good enough. She does like you. I can see it.

Lancelot: Gwen is a wonderful woman and I'm lucky she has any interest in me at all. But she deserves better than just... me.

Merlin: I think that's for her to decide. Don't you think?

Arthur: (enters) There you are. Lazing around as always.

Lancelot: (nervous) No, I wasn't, Sire! I-

Merlin: Relax, he's not talking to you. (aproaches Arthur) Need me for anything, my lord?

Arthur: No, but Gaius does. Apparently, there are some errands you should have done hours ago.

Merlin: (facepalms himself) Ugh, I forgot.

Arthur: What a surprise.

Merlin: On it! (leaves running)

Arthur: (turns to Lancelot with a serious face)

Lancelot: We were just talking I swear!

Arthur: (throws a sheathed sword at him)

Lancelot: (catches it in reflex) ... Sire?

Arthur: Not bad.

Lancelot: (still confused) Would you like me to sharpen your sword again, sire?

Arthur: Don't worry. I have my own. (points his sheated sword in his belt) What I'd like is for you to kill me.

Lancelot: (even more confused) Sire? 😥

Arthur: Come on, don't pretend you don't want to. Hell, if I were you, I'd want to. (unsheates his sword)

Lancelot: (unsheates his sword carefully)

Arthur: (smirks) Come on!

*insert epic sword fight*

Arthur: (smiles) Not bad indeed. (sheates his sword and puts it aside) It's a shame the Knight code doesn't allow commoners in the calvalry.

Lancelot: (nods sadly) Merlin informed me of that, Sire.

Arthur: I can make an exception for you though.

Lancelot: (hopeful) Really, sire?

Arthur: You just have to do me a favor.

Lancelot: (very happy) Anything! I'm so grateful you are giving me this chance, sire! I am forever in debt with you!

Arthur: Do you know Guinevere?

Lancelot: (confused at the sudden change of subject) Yes, she is lady Morgana's maidservant.

Arthur: Such a beauty, isn't she?

Lancelot: (frowns) She is.

Arthur: I know you two are close.

Lancelot: Oh, we are just friends, but yes. We have grown really close, sire.

Arthur: That's perfect. Then it will be easy for you to do what I'm going to ask you.

Lancelot: Which is?

Arthur: I want you to convince her to join me on bed tonight.

Lancelot: ...

Lancelot: (any trace of kindness on his face gone) What?

Arthur: I would ask her myself, but I want discretion, you see. And since you are so close to her, I'm sure you would have no problem-

Lancelot: No.

Arthur: Excuse me?

Lancelot: I won't do that, sire.

Arthur: Oh, it's a real shame. (sighs) I'll ask someone else to do it then. (turns to leave)

Lancelot: (blocks his way) No! I won't let you dishonor Gwen like that!

Arthur: (laughs) Like she has any honor to defend.

Lancelot: (unsheates his sword pointing it at Arthur's throat, furious)

Arthur: Lancelot?

Lancelot: Take it back.

Arthur: Lancelot, you are threatening your Prince.

Lancelot: (raises his voice) You are NOT my prince! How dare you speak of a maid like Gwen like that! I don't care that you are the Prince of Camelot or of all Albion! I rather die by decapitation for regicide than let such a dishonorable man taint her!

Arthur: (smiles proudly) You are right. Gwen deserves a man that treasures her and defends her of everything and everyone... just like you are doing now.

Lancelot: ... What? 😧

Arthur: Well done, Lancelot. You have my blessing.

Lancelot: Your... blessing?

Arthur: To court Guinevere.

Lancelot: ...

Arthur: You can put the sword down, you know?

Lancelot: (sheates the sword and puts it away, blushing) Sorry, Sire.

Arthur: So, when will you start courting her?

Lancelot: (still pretty confused) I wasn't really planning on it, sire.

Arthur: Don't tell me you don't have feelings for her. You were about to kill me for insulting her just a minute ago.

Lancelot: It's not that!

Arthur: Oh, you think she is not good enough for you? 🤨

Lancelot: No! It's me who is not good enough for her!

Arthur: Because you are a poor country peasant that was arrested as soon as he laid a foot in the citadel?

Lancelot: ...Yes?

Arthur: It may sound ridiculous for me of all people to say this, but titles and possessions don't actually define your value, Lancelot. My father believes that nobelty is defined by blood and the family you were born. I, however, believe nobelty is defined by the actions of men and what they have here. (points Lancelot's chest) And I can tell you for certain you are the noblest man I ever met.

Lancelot: (looks at Arthur in awe)

Arthur: So court her! Fight for her! Even if a lord or a prince or even a king shows interest in her, because they might have riches, but not what really matters.

Lancelot: (nods, emotional) I will. Thank you, Sire.

Arthur: Don't thank me. I can't actually make you a knight, Lancelot, not until I'm king. But I can give you the training meanwhile if you allow me. In exchange of that I do need a favor of you.

Lancelot: You... want me to ask Merlin to join your bed?

Arthur: (blushes furiously) What? No! I would never-

Lancelot: (laughs)

Arthur: (laughs too) Alright, I think I deserved that. No, what I want is for you to protect him when I can't. He tends to get into trouble constantly as you could see and I can't always be around to protect him myself as much as I'd like to.

Lancelot: (smiles) You can count on me, Sire.

Timeskip. In Morgana's chambers.

Gwen: (enters with a couple of flowers in her hair)

Morgana: (compliments) Nice touch.

Gwen: (shyly, blushes) Thanks.

Morgana: Wait, I know that face. (gets closer to Gwen) Are they from someone? 😏

Gwen: (blushes more)

Morgana: Don't tell me. Lancelot?

Gwen: (nods, smiling brightly) He gifted them to me.

Morgana: I can't believe it! Finally! (hugs her) It was about time he made a move. (pulls away) I'm so happy for you.

Gwen: We barely just started courting. It may not last.

Morgana: It will. He'd be a fool to let a wonderful girl like you go. (caresses her face fondly) You know what? You can have the rest of the day off.

Gwen: But you-

Morgana: Will manage on my own just fine. Have a date with your man. You earned it.

Gwen: Thank you so much, my lady. (about to bow)

Morgana: (stops her) Morgana. Just Morgana this time.

Gwen: Morgana. (hugs her) thank you. (pulls away) I'll tell you everything when I get back! (goes to the door)

Morgana: I want every detail!

Gwen: (leaves closing the door behind her)

Morgana: (her smile falls as soon as Gwen is gone) It's fine. (goes to her bed and sits) She's happy. (smiles again, but her eyes water) Gods, I've never seen her... (sobs without being able to help it) so happy!

...

The events of this part happen just before the events of "Lancelot" for which I already wrote a small fragment and I don't plan to write more on that episode really cause basically the only thing the changes is that Lancelot kills the griffin when it first attacked Merlin since Merlin echants Lancelot's weapon sooner and that's when he properly discovers Merlin's magic (though he already suspected it). I will write a bit more of "Excalibur" though and extend myself in "The Moment of Truth" and "The Labyrinth of Gedref" because there are gonna be important changes there. Once finished with that I'll full on go with Series 2 (where most of your requests are). So enjoy Series 1 :D!! cause series 2 is when everything will go to hell

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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –five.

–six.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Did I say throw a punch like an old hag with fucking arthritis?” Miguel snarled, weaving Miles’ punches. “Punch me!”

“I-I am!” Miles’ shouted back with an unsure look on his face, throwing another punch that Miguel easily blocked.

Miles had to be ready for today, he’s their best option for taking down White Phantom.

“Do it better!” Miguel threw a right hook.

Miles quickly dodged it by doing a backflip.

Miguel sighed, placing both hands on his hips. “Miles, we have to catch this guy today.”

Miles panted, slowly walking up to Miguel. “And we will.”

Lyla appeared in front of Miles. “ I think you did a good job, Miles.”

He smiled softly at the AI. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“I’m trusting you.” He sighed once more, looking at the young spider. “You can rest for now.”

He nodded, watching Miguel walk out.

Now at his office, Miguel sat at his desk listening to Pavitr, who was on the mission with Gwen and Hobie to bring Doctor Octavius back to Nueva York.

“She put up a fight, but she should be in Nueva York right now.” Pavitr spoke, swinging through a city.

Miguel looked at the large holographic screen of Pavitr, that was linked from his watch. He leaned back in his seat, satisfied with the younger spiders work. “Good job. Get back to Nueva York asap and locate her, then report back to me once White Phantom is insight.”

Pavitr did a mini salute before his screen disappeared. “Alrighty, boss!”

“Wren texted you.” Lyla appeared with a grin.

“Oh, did she?” Miguel forced an uninterested look on his face, but deep inside he was bouncing off the walls.

“Stop acting like you don’t care, you like her, we both know you do.” Lyla could see through his bullshit.

Miguel kept his eyes on the multiple holographic screen before him, clenching his jaw at her words. “What if I do? There’s no harm in that.”

Lyla squealed, jumping around Miguel. “Text her back now!”

“I’m not texting her back because you told me to.” He hesitantly picked up his phone, staring at her text.

Wren

Are you free tonight?

He thought of all of the possible things he could possibly be doing tonight. He had to take down White Phantom, but that’s at an earlier time, then he had a mission with Web Slinger, he could always reschedule that, and he had to file mission reports, and that could be left for another night.

So yes, he was free.

Me

I am. You need me?

Wren

Badly, at my place at 9?

He bit his bottom lip and threw his head back at her text.

“Oh my God, look at you!” Lyla laughed, her eyes wide at the way Miguel was acting, it was very rare.

“Shut up.” He sat back up, typing back to Wrenley.

Me

I’ll be be there

Lyla watched him send the final text. “Oh you’ll be there alright.”

“It’s just sex, Lyla.” He murmured, running fingers through his hair.

She crossed her arms. “We all know, it’s more than just sex to you.”

His eyelids lowered, sinking down in his seat. She was right, it was more than sex. Maybe he started developing feelings through every interaction they had, even non sexual ones.

His watch beeped, making him alert and pulling him from his deep thoughts. It was a quick message from Pavitr.

“White Phantom.”

He stood up, his mask immediately going on. “Lyla, notify Jess that White Phantom is here.”

“On it.”

🕷️

“Get out of my way—AAGGGHHH!” Doctor Octavius glitched during an attempt to grab White Phantom with one of her robotic arms.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Octopus?” White Phantom taunted, floating in front of her. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“Now, Hobie and Gwen!” Jessica shouted to her watch.

“Got it!” Gwen swung down to Octavius, webbing her up once she stopped glitching.

“What the— you again?!” Doctor Octavius struggled in the webs.

“Hobie now!” Gwen called out, holding Doc Oc with multiple webs.

Suddenly Hobie appeared on the side of a building, pressing buttons on his watch, making a portal appear.

White Phantom floated and only watched in amusement.

Gwen jumped off the building, using all her strength to swing Doc Oc around and finally releasing her into the portal.

“I’ll be bac—” The portal closed.

“Such amazing teamwork.” White Phantom clapped.

Miguel, Jessica, Pavitr and Miles, joined Hobie and Gwen on the large street.

“Mind Crusher!” Miles shouted from below.

They all looked at him in utter disbelief.

“I really thought that one would’ve stuck with you guys.” Miles sulked.

White Phantom laughed with their distorted voice. “Oh how cute, you came up with a name for me.”

“It’s actually White Phantom.” Pavitr told them.

Hobie nudged him and shook his head. “C’mon mate.”

Pavitr quickly apologized, forgetting that they were talking to the enemy.

Miguel signaled for the spiders to move into their positions and White Phantom couldn’t but help but notice.

Chuckling, they revealed their white gloved hands. “If you think you little spiders can take me down, you’re nothing but delusional.”

“Hey!” Gwen shouted in offense.

“I don’t want to hurt any of you.” White Phantom began.

Miles turned invisible, crawling on a building that was closer to White Phantom. Now that they were distracted, Miles could go through with the plan.

“It was never my plan to hurt any of you. I know how it feels to be scared, how it feels to lose someone you love.”

Their words touched almost all the spiders.

“I just wanted to help.”

“Well we don’t kill people.” Jessica narrowed her eyes.

“I’m not included in that ‘we’ they speak of.” Hobie added.

“Hobie.” Everyone gave him a look.

“I mean now I am apart of that ‘we’, because of rules and whatever, but I follow rules because I want to.” He rambled with his hands.

“In order for to get rid of the problem, you have to kill it.”

Miles stretched his hand out as far as he could to touch White Phantom and shock them. White Phantom’s head suddenly snapped in Miles’ direction, scaring him to the point where he almost became visible.

“I can see you little spider.” White Phantom chuckled and head butted Miles with their hard metal helmet.

The only thought that went through Miles’ head was ‘How?!’

The impact of the helmet made Miles become visible and unconscious as he fell from the building.

“Miles!” Gwen swung down quickly and caught him by his hand, then retreated to a building for him to recuperate.

Taking off his mask, she stared at the bruise in the middle of his forehead. “Miles..Miles you okay?”

Miles could barely look straight but he still managed to answer. “Y-yeah..totally.”

“Coño.” Miguel cursed under his breath, seeing that the plan didn’t work.

“After I poured my heart out, this is how you treat me?!” White Phantom shouted. “After I helped you all?! Ungrateful spiders!”

“Now they’re upset.” Jessica rubbed her stomach while straddling her bike. “Plan B?” She looked to Miguel.

“Plan B.” Miguel sighed.

The other spiders instantly knew if Plan A didn’t work: make Miles shock White Phantom until they go unconscious, then they would have to resort to plan B: Distract White Phantom until Miguel got close enough to bite and paralyze them.

Pavitr wasted no time in using his yoyo to hit White Phantom in the head. Hobie shot webs on their helmet, making them spin out of control.

Miguel hopped on the side Jessica’s bike as she drove up a building.

“You two are starting to piss me off!” White Phantom groaned in frustration, both gloved hands emerging from underneath their cloak. Using their telekinetic powers, they slammed Hobie and Pavitr into the ground effortlessly.

The sounds of a motorcycle got White Phantom’s attention. Jessica’s bike soared through the sky and Miguel jumped off, his fist instantly connecting with White Phantom’s helmet, resulting to a large crack.

White Phantom was knocked out and began falling. Miguel attached his web to a building, swooping in to catch them and landing safely.

Jessica pulled up beside him with her bike. “Are you gonna bite them?”

“Yeah, just to be safe.” Miguel answered with his rough voice, staring down at the villain in his arms. He grabbed White Phantom’s wrist, sinking his fangs deep and releasing his paralyzing venom.

“That gets creepier every time I see it.” Miles commented with Gwen by his side.

He had a crazy bruise in the middle of his forehead, but he already had a crazy story to tell his parents when they asked.

“You okay mate?” Hobie asked, but he looked more beat up that Miles.

“Yeah.” He nodded, feeling Miguel’s stare on him.

Miguel put White Phantom over his shoulder, protracted his claws, then wiped his mouth from the excess venom that dripped from his fangs, onto his chin; he hated it. “You did okay, good job everyone.” Miguel walked over to Miles and ruffled his hair, then walked off to open a portal for himself.

That meant the world to Miles, his eyes sparkling in pure happiness. Even the other spiders were shocked by Miguel’s praise.

Gwen teasingly nudged him. “Good job.”

Hobie and Pavitr gave each other a fist bump.

“Time to head back to HQ.” Jessica told the young spiders.

🕷️

Next Part: –seven.

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[that90sshowgoldencouple]

NEW That ‘70s Show/That '90s Show Fanfiction 

Title: Stay Over

Summary: In the Fall of 1995, Gwen and Nikki find themselves spending some time together in the Forman basement, alone.

Pairings: Gwen and Nikki, mentions of Gwen and Leia, Nikki and Nate, and of course Red and Kitty

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53364742

Author’s Note: The next prompt fic from this prompt challenge. This request came from @iammyownsaviour thank you so much for sending it in! I'm very sorry it took so long to get out here, I've actually had to written down on paper for a good while now. Special shout out to @hydesjackiespuddinpop who helped motivate me to keep working on this piece and post it out here for you all.

[inquisition-dragonborn]

Chapter 45: Wolves in Sheeps’ Clothing

Excerpt:

Gwen paced aggressively behind the sealed door of the ancient Elvhenen temple, grinding her teeth with fury. The unspoken words sat trapped in her throat like a molten Dwemer ingot, and the souls of the dragons she carried writhed with the same disappointment she felt. A golden opportunity; the chance she had been waiting for to fulfill her destiny and defeat Alduin, once and for all, only to be snatched away by those she called friend. 

She rolled her shoulders and neck in frustration at the recent memory of Bull slapping his hand over her mouth at Max’s order. How dare they interfere! Alduin was there before them and she could have… 

“FUS!” she shouted, sending broken masonry tumbling across the broken tiles of the temple floor to come to rest against the base of a stylized statue, female in form with dragon wings, that seemed to mock her failure. She felt a silent presence at her back and whirled around, raising and drawing her bow in one smooth motion as she did.

“Woah there, Rosy!” Varric stood his ground but calmly raised his hands at her threatening display. “I mean you no harm.” 

“I know you don’t, Varric,” she said, lowering the bow and relaxing the tension on the string. “I’m just a little… unsettled by… everything.” She rolled her shoulders again trying to alleviate the sensation of phantom wings that failed to materialize with the earlier interrupted shout.

He studied her silently as she paced. “Will you be able to go on?”

“VAHZAH,” she snapped, her eyes flashed and the thu’um rumbled softly just below her voice.

He cocked his head to the side and lift a brow in question.

She huffed and rolled her shoulders one more time. “Yes, Varric. I’m good,” she replied, calmly.

“At the risk of riling you up again, you know that none of us, least of all Max—or Tiny, for that matter—“ he snorted thinking how Bull had physically picked her up to run for the door, “have any desire to prevent you from taking out that dragon.“ He held his hand up to stall her rebuttal. “But Max made the right call. We were trapped in that valley surrounded by dead elves, dead Wardens, exploding bridges, Corypheus back on his feet, no cover, and no backup. With two dragons about to go tooth and claw, fire and blighted lyrium, right on top of the rest of us. I, for one, am glad that I’m not a dwarven-shaped smear on those stones outside.”

“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to any of you. I would have lured Alduin away.”

“You would have tried, Rosy, you would have tried. You have a protective streak as wide as a dragon’s wing and that twisted asshole would have used that against you. He would have commanded his pet dragon to make you sacrifice yourself to protect us.”

She pursed her lips and considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Alduin’s soul might inhabit the dragon but he still did Corypheus’ bidding. That, in and of itself, gave her pause. It was all too likely that he wasn’t entirely in control. To be commanded in such a way by a joor, even a powerful sonaak, was beneath him. Paak. But there it was.

Continue reading Chapter 45 on Ao3 (link) or start from the beginning (link)

[followtheechoes]

FOUND AT LAST! thank you so much @eleceedlover for sending this to me!! it's a three part series and it's in the second part, so here are the links to each part:

Three Wheels: A Year for Secrets by Requiem17 | After Morgana's latest takeover attempt, things quiet down in Camelot…on the surface at least. [Canon Divergence, Post S4, Eventual Reveal] This story and its following two parts are revamped and posted on Ao3 under Three Wheels - Triskelion and the same penname. As of Aug '24, start on Ao3 and come back here at Part 2 if you're eager for the rest.

Three Wheels: The Year of Shadows by Requiem17 | Was he born Emrys, or is it a title to be earned? [Post S4, Canon Divergence, Eventual Reveal, Part 2/3]

Three Wheels: A Year for Strength by Requiem17 | Do you believe in prophecy, Merlin? Or do you make your own Fate? [Post S4, Canon Divergence, Reveal, Part 3/3]

And the ao3 link mentioned is here:

Three Wheels: Triskelion by Requiem17 | One month after Morgana seizes Camelot with Helios' armies, Gwen is crowned. Camelot almost knows a short period of peace, but for three small changes: Arthur follows through on a promise to a murdered druid boy. Merlin recognizes the insidiousness of complacency. And the Diamair foresees their own death.

In a journey that will take Merlin and his friends through the Veil into crystalline tunnels of golden magic, force them to revisit the trials of the Purge, and send them against Leshys, Shades, and dark magic itself- they all must decide whether they are brave enough to face their own fallacies and earn an age of gold.

Is Emrys born, or a title to be earned?

Do you rely on prophecy, or make your own fate?

some fics I found which are not the one I'm looking for but which still feature gwen, whether that means having her own agency as a character in a long fic or a brief character study (unfortunately it's usually the second):

A Heartbreaking Impossibility by Min Dae | Uther's ward needed a lady's maid. Morgana needed something else. Gwen is trying to figure out what she needs, somewhere in the middle.

Wonder What You Are by Capriccio. | There's a sadness in Gwen's eyes that wasn't there before. In the days following her father's death, Merlin sees very little of her. When he does catch her at the water pump or in the hallways, she turns away to hide her face. He can't think of what to say to make her smile again. (Set after 1x12.)

Night Piece by significantowl | It begins when their nights are once more their own, and neither Gwen nor Merlin sleep. [post-s1]

Untitled tumblr fic by @agapantoblu | This night, the happiness it pours into her, has to be the happiest she's felt in a long time. All the candles in the room are dancing and all the edges are dulled even when she bumps into them; her mouth is sweet with mulled wine, winter is held at bay outside the thick stone and Merlin is so, so warm.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears by tielan | It's not just her father's sword or the sword of the knight who made it - it's her sword, too.

nothing to fear for the day has broken by stanzas | She doesn’t know exactly when she realized it, but once the truth was presented to her, she couldn’t dismiss the idea any longer. Merlin used magic. Merlin had magic. And clearly he was mentally addled, like Arthur said – for why else would he be living in a place like Camelot?

a thief in mourning by killing_all_joy | Gwen manages to figure out that Merlin swapped Lancelot's cloak for a fake one when it was burned. She decides to ask him if she can have it, unaware of Merlin's connection with and love for Lancelot. / When she learns, they mourn together.

The Sword's Tale by Sydelle Rein | Or - "Guinevere's Astute Observational Skills As Conveniently Ignored by the Show." As Arthur holds the sword above his head and the crowd shouts its fealty, Gwen's eyes widen in recognition. 4x13

Destiny's Path by MonJoh | Following the events of Season 4, Arthur suspects the one person in the world he thought would never betray him. Merlin is forced to confront first hand the price of not returning magic to Camelot. Morgana faces her own failures.

something blue by alittleacatalepsy | As the royal wedding approaches, Merlin searches for items requested by a magical rhyme, Gwen crafts two gowns and contemplates loyalty, and Arthur is just doing his best.

Queen of Swords by reelin_writer | Guinevere is not in the bed. She is in the far chamber, just visible through the archway, using his sword to practice drills up and down the narrow length of space beside the table. / Or, Arthur realizes his wife has been practicing and is instantly starstruck by this new common passion.

Selfish by donttouchtheneednoggle | "Perhaps there is not one among us who has not lost a person they would like to speak with. People we didn’t even get to say goodbye to. That if you were going to use magic, make such an exception to the laws you uphold you would at least involve others in your decision?” / His eyes widened. “I- didn’t- think-“ / She smiled, a little tight smile with none of its usual open radiance. “No. Of course you didn’t.” / Or, Gwen finds out what Arthur has been keeping from her, and Arthur finds out more things he has been blind to.

My Golden Crown of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword to Swing by queerofthedagger | Gwen finds Morgana just before she dies. Morgana has taken almost everything from her, and there are things Gwen has left to say.

some tags for people who wanted to read it if found: @auldsusie @atdawn @renninflight

there's this merlin fic I read a few years ago: it was some kind of reveal fic, I think, and it was one of those tense, drawn-out ones set when arthur is king and gwen is queen. I don't remember the full context but I remember that gwen is holding arthur's sword and thinking that the craftsmanship is similar to her dad's, and then scrapes her fingernail over the place where her father would usually have added some kind of signature mark, and she realises that this is the sword she gave merlin forever ago. it was a fantastic moment of realisation and I would love to read it again, but I can't remember anything else about the fic :( if this is familiar to you could you please throw me a link or a few more hints? tysm

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Study

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[lathalea]

Year coming to a close and I wanted to ask;;;

1. Favorite fic of the year.

2. Favorite fic of your own from this year.

3. Favorite writer of the year.

4. Favorite new writer of the year.

5. Favorite headcannon of the year.

6. Favorite event of the year.

First of all, thank you for your ask, Anon 💙 There's nothing better on a lazy winter day than replying fun asks like yours.

Disclaimer: I've read many, many wonderful fics this year, but right now I'm sitting under a blanket and my belly is full with delicious Christmas cookies (read: sugar coma), so my brain is not working too well. If your fic is not here and you know I read it (I try to leave comments on all the fics I read 💙), it simply means that I'm getting senile and you can throw things at me (preferably cookies) and call me names ("Queen Under the Mountain" is the one I'm quite fond of, btw).

1. Favorite fic of the year.

This is one of the toughest questions in the world! How about I give you three fics I read this year instead? 💚 In Whiskey, Wisdom by @joyfullynervouscreator - Bofur x OC, fake relationship, idiots in love, Gimli as a matchmaker, amazing worldbuilding. This is an ongoing fic with but I promise you, it is worth it! 💚Naughty Thoughts by @linasofia - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - It all starts with a horse and its criminally handsome owner named Richard... RA x Reader, E-rated fic. 18+! I'm not normally into RPF, but this fic made me seriously question my usual preferences 🔥🔥🔥

💚 Lonely Souls by @dustbunnyprophet-blog on AO3 - Thorin/Ori, Modern AU, slow burn, reincarnation of sorts, feels, great fic idea. I'm not going to tell you what it's about (no spoilers!), but... give it a try.

2. Favorite fic of your own from this year. It won't be a surprise to some of you, but it's All Is Fair in Love and Trade - AO3 link. Thorin x Ragna (Dwarf OC), lots of negotiations, pining, some angst and a lot of steamy E-rated scenes. 18+!

3. Favorite writer of the year.

Okay, now I'm sure these questions were made to show how pathetic my memory is (think: swiss cheese). I love many fic writers for different reasons and it's impossible to pick just one. It's as if you let me into a library and told me to choose just ONE book. Impossible! I'd take all of them and go home 😁 I'm going to throw some lovely authors at you now but this is not even a half of people whose works I like to read: @legolasbadass @laurfilijames @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @gwen-ever@i-did-not-mean-to @thewarriorandtheking @shalinizhara @linasofia @xxbyimm @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @kibleedibleedoo @guardianofrivendell @justfollowtheroad @shrimpsthings @sketch-and-write-lover @theblogofdurin @luna-xial @fromthedeskoftheraven @scariusaquarius @middleearthmama @midearthwritings @dumbassunderthemountain ... and that's just a short list of blogs off the top of my head. Send me an ask if you're searching for an author specializing in a specific kind of ships.

4. Favorite new writer of the year.

Oh, no! Not again! You're trying to trick me, fiend! ;) Jokes aside, quite a few of the names that I have already mentioned above fit that category, but there is one I'd like to give a shout out to: @elisethewildwolf . Why? Mostly because I admire how much they have developed throughout the year and how much they achieved. This fic author is 14 years old and has already written so many different stories for various fandoms! When I was 14, I wrote one extremely pathetic and very cringey fic that may or may have focused on pining after Luke Skywalker that I'd rather forget so I'm really happy to see someone like Elise who does it so much better! 💙

5. Favorite headcanon of the year.

My favorite headcanon this year is the cutest canon x canon ship in the world: Boffins. Do yourself a favor and watch The Hobbit focusing on the relationship between Bilbo and Bofur and tell me if it's not the sweetest thing ever. The initial teasing, the protective!Bofur, the awkward Bilbo... Just watch it. I dare you! 😊

6. Favorite event of the year.

Writer's Month 2021 - here's my masterlist. I had tons of fun writing all those little fics and getting an immense amount of feedback. Love you all! 💚

Thank you everyone for keeping me company this year and being wonderful! Let's hope for an even better 2022! 💙💙💙

[honestlyandrogynousnightmare]

magic reveal

So ive been thinking about the magic reveal we did get and also the different magic reveals we COULD have gotten so i thought id project all my thoughts into another massive tumblr rant:

personally, i dont think the magic reveal was bad at all. yes, i wouldve done it slightly differently, i think it was done way too late in the show and left little time to explore how that reveal affected merlin and arthurs relationship, and obviously we never actually ended up seeing if magic was legalised and all. but i dont hate the magic reveal we got. the key part i really love is that it was done on Merlins own terms, he could have just lied, but instead he finally told Arthur the truth and i think that there were many reasons for that decision being made. 

firstly, Merlin definitely felt guilty and blamed himself for Arthur being stabbed, he must have at least partly blamed himself because everything he did directly led to Mordred turning into a little shit. Part of him might have just felt as if he owes Arthur that explanation yknow. secondly, i feel like by that point he was tired of lying in general, he needed to get that secret off his chest. those two things combined with the fact that Arthur was dying may have pushed him to telling the truth,  because deep down he did know that it was probably the last chance to tell Arthur the truth. 

i liked how they presented Arthurs reaction too, the clear message there was that Athur was angry at the lying, thats the part he saw as betrayal, not the magic itself. he didnt want to believe that Merlin was a liar, when he always saw him as the one person that was entirely honest with him. hell, he still trusted him enough to send him back to Camelot and Gwen so he knew Merlin wasnt evil. If the writers actually did a good job at developing Arthurs character, i feel like itd be more obvious that Arthurs stance on magic was different from his fathers, but yknow bbc and their shoddy writing. I love that moment of acceptance as well, when he tells Merlin that he doesnt want him to change. He doesnt even now about all the things Merlin sacrificed and lost in order to protect Arthur and Camelot but he still accepts him. I think that when he first fund out it was all like “holy crap i dont even know him” but after spending a few hours with Merlin he realises that its still the exact same person he knew the week before. 

anddddd as much as i like the way they did that magic reveal, the ending of the show left me with no closure and a lot of tears. my ideal magic reveal wouldve happened earlier, either at the start of season 5 or near the end of season 4. It would give us a chance to see them talk it out, and god we know that there would be arguing, and if arthur wasnt dying he would probbaly be shouting but the key part here is that arthur wouldnt hurt merlin. i think he culd consider sending him away if his father was still king just to protect him but we all know merlin would reply with “no <3″. but since i cant see the reveal happening when uther is king, i will be ignoring that scenario. and again, theres many ways this could play out.

the one way that ive always found interesting was arthur figuring it out on his own, because he may be an idiot, but hes not stupid. *if you like this sort of thing read “so close and im halfway to it  on ao3, its a merthur fic and the magic reveal in that one makes me cry so much and the fic is so well written* I feel like at one point, he would just put the pieces together, and it would all make so much sense to him? Merlins random disappearances and scars would make sense, the luck he had when it came to fights, Merlins weird reactions when someone mentioned magic, how on earth merlin of all people managed to survive every battle and fight arthur was in when some of his best knights didnt. 

then theres the very cliche “merlin using magic mid battle to save everyone” reveal. because its mid battle, i really cant picture them talking it out there lol,  i picture a lot of ignoring but also if other people saw him using magic, we all know the first thing arthur would do is give the knights a good old “if you kill him i will kill you and then myself”, it wouldnt be until later that they would actually talk. 

and then like the canon magic reveal, theres Merlin doing it on his own terms. i personally really like thhis one because it gives him so much more control over the situation and over his words. *another fic rec here if you like this sorta thing, its called “to the world that let you by” and its really beautiful and made me cry at 1am so there you go, and as you guessed it, its another merthur*. i love this reveal because it gives merlin a chance to explain, and arthur a chance to listen and try to understand. 

now there are loads of different sub categories that could go into those, like Arthur finding merlin creating butterflies out of thin air lol, but i wont go into those. whatever reveal would happen, i feel like “the talk” after would usually end up in a similar way. Arthurs reaction would be similar to what we got in the canon reveal, because the actual magic isnt what would hurt most.  it would be the lies. Arthur has been lied to and betrayed by so many people you cant really expect him not to react badly to being lied to. the magic sure would confuse him and put him in a difficult position, because you have to keep in mind that his entire life he has been told that magic is pure evil, and to him, merlin is the polar opposite of that. i think it would just make him question everything, like does he even know this man? has he won any of his battles or has it always been merlin? why is he in camelot? why would a sorcerer be serving him? but he wouldnt hurt him. he wouldnt even consider that imo, sure, he will demand an explanation, but he wouldnt actually thin about hurting him. 

and merlin would understand why hes angry about the lying, that much is obvious. and he would be reluctant to tell arthur about the things that were happening behind his back all those years, but he would be honest. and go that conversation would be hard for both of them, i cant really imagine them having it without a lot of crying, shouting and even more wine tbh. arthur isnt good at listening which is why this would be so hard for him too, but merlin has to be honest, completely honest with arthur for the first time in his life and thatd be difficult. 

and i think merlin would handle arthurs reactions well, even if arthur decided to lose his temper lol. but i can still imagine him being a bit bitter if arthur judged his choices and stuff when it came to poisoning morgana and freeing the dragon, asking what on earth HE would do in that situation. where the only choices he sees are bad ones, and he has to pick the one thats least evil. 

arthur would probably be most pissed off at the thing about his mother tbh, because merlin outright lied there, usually its just deflecting but he made that deliberate choice to lie. but i really do think he would understand all of this, while not every choice merlin did was good, he did it with good intention. 

and then arthur would remove the ban on magic and they would kiss and get married amd live happily ever aft-

thanks bbc.

anyway if you want any more magic reveal fics (or links to the ones i mentioned, ao3 can be bloody annoying sometimes) feel free to comment or message me or anything, i have a couple more in my bookmarks. 

thanks for reading this rant, scuse the bad grammar, id love to hear your thoughts and opinions on this and magic reveals in general so feel free to comment! have a great day<3

[howtosingit]

Fic: She Reminds Me of You

Carlos finally meets his boyfriend’s mom.

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A 2x01/season 2 spec fic.

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A/N: This was a spur-of-the-moment morning free-write, so you can blame the ending on the fact that I had no plan and the boys took advantage of the situation.

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When Carlos knocks on the front door of the Strand household, fresh off an eight-hour shift and still in uniform, he’s not entirely expecting to be ushered inside by someone he’s never met before. 

The woman who answers the door is instantly recognizable. Carlos has always thought of TK as basically a younger version of his dad, but he sees now that his boyfriend actually shares a lot of traits with his mom, including his angular jaw and piercing stare. There’s a kind of intensity about her that he’s seen before in TK and never really seen in Captain Strand. It’s almost like a challenging nature, gentle but intentionally disruptive. Meeting her feels, in some ways, like sliding the last pieces of a very difficult puzzle into place.

“Hello, officer,” TK’s mom says, tilting her head to the side as she studies him. It’s so reminiscent of his conversations with lawyers at work that he forgets for a moment that he’s not being questioned, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “You know, usually when a cop knocks on our front door, I assume my son has gotten into some kind of trouble again. But, since he’s been complaining on the couch all day, I’m starting to wonder what Owen’s got himself into.”

Her voice is different than he was expecting, a slightly husky rasp giving her a certain gravitas that makes Carlos want to straighten his spine, or turn and run. His own mother has her brand of well-practiced intimidation tactics that he’s learned to navigate over the years, but standing in front of TK’s mom feels entirely different, almost foreign, and he really doesn’t know how to respond.

Luckily, he’s saved by a shout from the living room, a familiar voice getting closer.

“Mom, drop the act, you knew he was coming,” TK says, finally appearing at his mom’s side. It’s only been a couple of days since they’ve seen each other, but Carlos still drinks him in, knowing that not only is it acceptable to do so now that they’re together, but appreciated as well. TK looks completely adorable in his customary sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair tousled from hours spent laying on the couch. “Hi, babe,” his boyfriend greets him, bright eyes locking onto Carlos.

“Hi,” he responds, feeling the way his face splits open at finally seeing his boyfriend in the flesh. They’ve texted a lot, and even talked for hours on the phone last night, but nothing beats TK Strand live and in-person. Carlos’s heart starts pounding in his chest - a normal reaction, at this point - and his left hand reaches out, seemingly of its own accord. His boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to take it in his own, linking their fingers together and squeezing gently. 

“How quickly I’m forgotten,” TK’s mom pipes in after a moment, and Carlos jumps, suddenly reminded of her presence. He knows she sees by the way her eyes twinkle and a smirk pulls at her lips. “And here I thought TK was bad, but I see that the heart-eyes are a mutual thing.”

“Mom,” TK whines. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” she asks, turning towards him, her eyebrow raised in challenge. Carlos is impressed that his boyfriend doesn’t back down, though not completely surprised - TK likes a bit of a fight. His blue-green eyes widen as he stares pleadingly back at her. “Oh calm down, Tyler, it’s not like I told him how you spent an hour showing me pictures of him on your phone.”

TK lets out a groan, dropping his face into his free hand. He squeezes Carlos’s hand tighter, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll try to escape. Carlos tightens his own hold, taking a step closer to his boyfriend as his heart rises to pound in the back of his throat. The urge to wrap him in his arms threatens to overwhelm him.

“Well, since my son is being rude, I guess I’ll invite you inside this house that isn’t mine,” TK’s mom continues, stepping back to let him in. He ends up at TK’s side, rubbing his thumb over the back of his boyfriend’s hand. TK steps closer, resting his head against his shoulder.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you, ma’am,” Carlos says, holding out his right hand to her. He wants to make a good impression. “Carlos Reyes.”

She smiles back at him, her gaze moving from his face down to where TK’s is pressed against his arm, and then back at him. “I almost feel like I’ve already met you, Carlos. My ex-husband and son won’t stop talking about you,” she replies, taking his hand in her own with a much softer grip than he was expecting. “And please, call me Gwen.”

Carlos nods, dropping his hand back down to his side. He unlinks his fingers with TK, instead bringing his left arm around his back to grip his waist, shifting to allow his boyfriend to curl further into his side. One thing that Carlos has learned about TK in the months that he’s known him is that he relies on touch to communicate most of the time. Carlos is only too happy to silently converse with him whenever possible.

“Well, Carlos,” Gwen says, turning away from them to grab her purse off the table by the door, “TK and I ordered takeout right before you got here, so I’m just going to run and pick it up. He made sure to put your order in, too.”

Carlos nods again, watching as she pulls open the front door once more. “I should be back in about 30 minutes,” she says, glancing over at TK again with what can only be described as a parental look. “Don’t do anything that might pull your stitches while I’m gone.”

TK groans for the second time in five minutes, burrowing deeper into Carlos’s side. Carlos tilts his head down to press a gentle kiss into his hair, dragging his fingers back and forth along TK’s lower back to soothe him. They’re quiet as Gwen leaves without another word, closing the front door behind her.

“Honestly,” TK says when they’re finally alone, shifting so that they are chest-to-chest as he wraps his arms around Carlos, pressing his face into his neck, “that’s the best first meeting my mom has ever had with a boyfriend of mine. And because I know you’re silently panicking about it, stop worrying, she likes you. If she didn’t, you’d be calling her ‘Gwyneth.’”

Carlos chuckles, his breath catching when he feels TK’s lips on his skin. He pulls his boyfriend closer to him, pressing his palms flat against TK’s lower back as he inhales deeply. 

“I like her, too,” Carlos admits, nuzzling into TK’s temple as they sway slightly in each other’s arms.

“You do?” TK asks, his voice hopeful.

“Yeah,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to TK’s forehead. “You have this intensity about you, and I finally know where you get it from.”

TK pulls back slightly, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You think I’m intense?”

“I think you’re everything,” Carlos corrects him, leaning in to rub the ends of their noses together. “I think you feel things so deeply, you’re so emotionally-centered and invested in everyone and everything around you, and I can’t get enough of it. It leaves me breathless.”

TK’s breath stutters, and Carlos watches as his blue-green eyes begin to shine. His heart hammers in his chest, overcome with emotion for the man in front of him; the man that he loves with his whole heart, even if he can’t say it out loud yet. He opens his mouth to speak, but TK doesn’t give him a chance to continue, pressing up to connect their lips in a passionate kiss.

Carlos sways towards him, magnetized by the pull of TK’s entire being. He drags both of his hands up TK’s back to cup his face, his fingers spreading out to cradle his angular jaw as their tongues connect, dancing around one another. 

It’s a kiss meant to consume him, and Carlos succumbs to the fire without objection. He feels TK all around him - his touch, his taste, his smell. Even with his eyes closed, he appears on the inside of his eyelids, the lines of his face and body clearly drawn from memory, as if he’s been tattooed onto every inch of Carlos’s body, both inside and out.

“Oh my god,” TK gasps when they have to break away for air, his own hands coming up to grip the back of Carlos’s head. He feels his boyfriend’s fingernails dig gently into his scalp, the sharp sensation sending a shiver through his entire body. “Come on.”

TK moves fast, reaching for his hand and pulling him further into the house.

“What about your stitches?” Carlos asks as they make their way down the hall towards TK’s room.

“My, my, Officer Reyes, someone’s a little forward today,” TK teases, stopping in the doorway to fold himself into Carlos’s body once again, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I just thought you might want to change out of your uniform, get more comfortable for dinner.”

“Oh,” Carlos says blankly, staring into TK’s blown pupils. “Right, of course.”

“And if you’d like a little help,” TK adds, rising up to whisper directly in his ear, “I happen to have two perfectly capable hands.”

Carlos can’t help it when a moan falls from his lips, ducking down to press an open-mouthed kiss under TK’s ear. He feels more than hears the chuckle that TK releases in response.

“We should get started then,” Carlos says, his voice gruff with building want, the blood in his head rushing south. “My uniform has a lot of buttons, and I’m careful with them, as you know.”

“Oh, you are,” TK agrees, reaching down to grab the buckle of Carlos’s belt and dragging him into the room. “I’m much less so, but I’m sure you’ll learn to adapt.”

Carlos laughs, completely enamored by the bright, wonderful man before him.  

“More than happy to, babe,” he assures him, reaching behind him to close the bedroom door.

You know, just in case time gets away from them.

[little-ligi]

Febuwhump - No. 13

No.13 - Hiding Injury Fandom - BBC Merlin Wordcount - 1951 @febuwhump

Elyan gasped as the bandit’s blade plunged into his side. He staggered backwards, just managing to get his own sword up and slash across the man’s chest. As the bandit fell backwards, his sword tugged and pulled painfully out of Elyan’s side, making him fall to his knees, his hand clamping to his side.

He glanced around the clearing, there were only a few bandits left now; the others had nearly finished them off. He let himself sag down, sure in the knowledge the others could handle the last few attackers.

Until there was a scream, followed by Leon shouting. Elyan scrambled to his feet, hefting his sword and stumbled towards the king. Arthur was on the ground, unconscious, a horrible amount of blood across his neck. Leon was standing over him, fiercely fighting the bandit who’d wounded Arthur, who appeared to have more fighting skill than his fellows and was fending the knight off. Merlin appeared out of the tree line and dashed towards the king, sliding to his knees.

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Percival and Gwaine were the other sides of the clearing, fighting their own opponents, but Lancelot was running to help Leon. Lancelot swung his sword up, yelling a battle cry as he leapt at the bandit. The man turned, meeting Lancelot’s sword and Leon managed to strike him across his back, followed by a violent thrust that finished the man off.

Leon knelt at Arthur’s side as soon as the threat was gone and Lancelot hurried around the clearing, checking no more bandits were about to surprise them from the trees. Elyan made it to Arthur’s side, watching anxiously as Merlin’s hands hovered over Arthur’s neck.

“Help me get his gorget off,” Merlin asked, already unbuckling the armour. Leon’s hands immediately flew to help and soon Arthur’s gorget and chainmail coif were off and Elyan saw the deep cut on the top of his shoulder. It had gone in just past the edge of his gorget and bitten right down to his collarbone. Half an inch to the side and the armour would have saved him. Fortunately, it did appear to have missed the vein in his neck though.

Merlin pressed a wad of bandages to the wound, directing Leon to hold it as he pulled his small physician’s bag off his shoulder and began rooting through it.

“I’ll need to stitch it,” he said abruptly, his eyebrows pulled low in a frown. He pulled a cloth from his bag, spreading it on the ground and placing a spool of silk thread, a small leather wallet, and a jar of honey on it.

“No more in sight,” Lancelot reported to Leon as he and Percival joined the group, Lancelot sheathing his sword. Leon nodded, running a weary hand through his hair.

“Is he alright?” Gwaine puffed, running up to them, his own opponent defeated and a small cut across his cheek.

“He will be,” Merlin said, taking a needle from the wallet and threading it. “Is everyone else alright?” He gave a cursory glance around at the knights, but his attention was still focussed on Arthur.

Elyan pressed his hand a little tighter against his side. He wasn’t going to say anything. He couldn’t let Merlin’s focus waver from the king. Tending to Arthur’s injuries was by far more important that his own.

“Leon, pour a little water here,” Merlin instructed. “Percival, can you come and hold him in case he wakes.”

Percival knelt the opposite side of Arthur to Merlin and Leon, his large hands moving to Arthur’s chest, holding him steady. Leon grabbed his waterskin, unstoppering it and pouring where Merlin pointed.

Elyan had to sit down, his legs were getting a little shaky. He crossed his arms over his stomach, casually keeping the pressure on the wound in his side without being too obvious about it. He schooled his face to try not to show any pain when Lancelot looked at him. Lancelot gave him a grim smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as they swept over Elyan but he didn’t say anything. He hadn’t noticed.

Then Lancelot spotted the cut on Gwaine’s cheek. He pulled the short knight to the ground and sat beside him, using a small scrap of bandage from Merlin’s bag to clean the cut.

Elyan relaxed a little now that Lancelot’s attention was diverted. Gwaine was trying to push him off, claiming he was fine, but Lancelot dug one hand into Gwaine’s shoulder to hold him still.

Pain throbbed in his side, but Elyan fought to keep his face straight, biting the inside of his cheek so the groan didn’t slip out. He watched Merlin to take his mind off the pain. And to remind himself why it was so important Merlin not be distracted. The servant was ever so carefully sewing up the wound in Arthur’s shoulder.

When Merlin was only halfway through sewing, Arthur began to groan and flinch, waking up slowly and groggily.

“Damn it, not yet,” Merlin muttered. “Keep him still, Percival.” He looked over his shoulder, seeing Lancelot still busy with Gwaine and instead nodded at Elyan. “Elyan, hold his legs.”

“Of course.” Elyan gulped back a wave of pain and crawled over to Arthur, leaning his weight down onto the king’s legs just as he started to move.

Arthur came to with a strangled cry, his arms trying to move against Percival’s restraints. Leon grabbed the arm on his injured side as well, bracing it against his knees.

“What –” Arthur managed before gritting his teeth and letting out a groaned yell.

“Stay still,” Merlin ordered him, working quickly to keep stitching.

Arthur ignored Merlin’s order and struggled against Percival and Elyan’s hands. White hot agony shot through Elyan’s side as Arthur unknowingly kicked his knee into the wound. He grunted and black dots danced before his eyes, but he kept his grip, forcing Arthur’s leg back down flat to the ground.

“It’s alright, Arthur, let Merlin stitch it,” Leon spoke steadily, just a hint of pleading panic behind his voice. “You’ll be alright, just stay still.”

Please just stay still, Elyan thought, grinding his teeth.

His stomach was roiling now, as the pain blazed its way across his torso, tightening his chest until he could only gasp for breath. He just had to hold on. He forced the pain to the back of his mind, fixing his eyes Merlin’s needle for something to focus on. It dipped in and out of Arthur’s skin, reminding him of sitting beside Gwen as she sewed clothes for him and their father all those years ago.

He thought about his sister, she would be terrified when they got back to Camelot. Seeing her husband so badly injured. She wouldn’t need her worry added to by seeing her brother wounded too. Perhaps he could hide it from her as well. If he could just hold out until they got back to Camelot, he could go and see Merlin on his own and swear him to secrecy. Gaius would be busy with the king, but he was sure Merlin would be able to help him.

“Ow!”

Elyan jumped as Gwaine shouted behind him. He instinctively whipped around to look. The movement pulled at his side, flaring up the pain and bringing it to the forefront of his mind again.

“Sorry,” Lancelot muttered, his hand coming up to the side of Gwaine’s head, burying into his hair to hold it out of the way and keep Gwaine still at the same time.

“Is he alright, Lancelot?” Leon called, not lifting his gaze from Arthur.

“I’m fine!” Gwaine protested at the same time as Lancelot said, “It’s deep, but clean. It should heal well.”

“I’ll have a look when I’m finished, Gwaine,” Merlin said distractedly.

“No, focus on Arthur. I’m fine,” Gwaine whined.

Elyan’s resolve grew even stronger. Merlin didn’t need two distractions. At least his wound was still hidden. As long as no one noticed the loose links of chainmail that had been ripped apart by the bandit’s sword, he could keep it secret.

“There.” Merlin tied the end of his thread and cut it, dropping the needle back down to the cloth at his side. “Leon, water.” Leon dutifully cleaned the wound again, Arthur groaning as he did so, writhing slightly, his heels grinding down into the soil beneath him.

Elyan’s side was bumped again with Arthur’s movement, and he fought to stop himself screaming. His side felt wet, and every brush of his shirt against the wound stung. His eyes were prickling, threatening to start watering.

“Ok, you can let him go,” Merlin told Percival and Elyan, laying his hand on Arthur’s chest once Percival moved his own.

Elyan sagged back away from Arthur and staggered to his feet, stumbling back to lean on a tree. Luckily everyone else’s attention was still on Arthur and nobody noticed the way he winced as he moved.

“Arthur?” The king peeled his eyes open to look at Merlin. “Try not to move yet. I just need to look at Gwaine, and then we’re going back to Camelot.”

“I –” Arthur gritted his teeth as he tried to shift a little more upright. “I give the orders around here, Merlin,” he rasped.

Merlin chuckled, patting his chest again. “Of course you do, Sire.” He looked up to find Gwaine.

Lancelot was already pulling him over to Merlin, one hand still cradling his cut cheek with a scrap of bloody bandage. Gwaine reached a hand down to Arthur, who lifted his uninjured arm and grasped forearms with Gwaine.

“You alright?” Arthur asked.

“It’s nothing, Lancelot is just panicking that my gorgeous face might be spoilt,” he joked, sending a smirk to Lancelot who rolled his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better,” Arthur said with a huffed out breath of laughter.

Gwaine grinned, his eyes roaming across Arthur’s body, widening when he saw his legs.

“Shit, your leg.” He pointed at Arthur’s breeches that were soaked through with blood over his shin.

Elyan’s stomach flipped. The blood was exactly where he’d had been lying on Arthur to hold him. He glanced down at his side; the chainmail over the wound was covered with blood too. It was his blood on Arthur’s breeches.

His head felt woozy, as if seeing the amount of blood had reminded his body that he was injured. He swayed, trying to catch his balance on the tree, taking deep steadying breaths to get himself under control as pain washed over him in waves.

Merlin was already yanking Arthur’s boot off and rolling his breeches up to his knee to look at his leg. He sat back on his heels and frowned when he found no wounds. He carefully lifted Arthur’s leg, turning it and bending his knee.

“Nothing… it’s not your blood…” Merlin said, bemused.

“Elyan!” Lancelot shouted. It sounded like he was a very long way away.

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around Elyan’s chest, gently lowering him to the ground as he collapsed. Lancelot’s face swam into focus over him, scowling worriedly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lancelot demanded, yanking at Elyan’s belt. Merlin came into focus beside Lancelot, helping him lift the chainmail up Elyan’s chest to see the wound.

“Arthur’s more important than me,” Elyan said simply.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, Elyan,” Merlin said seriously. “He’ll be furious.”

“The Round Table makes us all equal,” Lancelot added. “Arthur would hate to think you were suffering just because he’s king and you’re only a knight.”

Merlin called Percival over to help Lancelot hold him as he started threading a new needle. Elyan let himself slip into blissful unconsciousness safe in the knowledge he was surrounded by friends.

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Merlin and Arthur are dating, but not living together. Merlin lives in their own apartment and owns a cat. One day, Merlin and Arthur return to Merlin's place after a date. Things start getting hot and heavy, and soon both Merlin and Arthur are in their underwear. But before they get any further, Merlin's cat sneaks up and bites Arthur on the ass. The mood is ruin, and Merlin helps treat Arthur's bite mark. Bonus: Merlin remarks how the cat beat them to it.

Thank you for the prompt!! Really enjoyed this one lol :)

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My Boyfriend’s Cat From Hell

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Arthur loves almost everything about Merlin. His cheesy smile, rambunctious laughter, the way his nose scrunches up when he’s confused. His messiness, his dorky t-shirts, the way he always burns his toast. Arthur loves his big ears that Merlin is so self-conscious about. He loves how Merlin talks with his hands, especially when he gets excited, even if it results in Merlin accidentally smacking Arthur in the face. And Merlin’s constant clumsiness is endearing to no end, watching him stumble around like a baby deer. His big heart, his overwhelming kindness, his strange obsessions. There’s a lot of things Arthur loves about Merlin.

Then there’s Kilgharrah.

Kilgharrah is Merlin’s cat that Arthur is convinced came straight from hell itself just to torment Arthur. He’s the ugliest beat Arthur has ever seen, a mangled tabby cat with beady eyes and the corner of his ear ripped. Not to mention, Kilgharrah is huge, probably the biggest cat that Arthur has ever seen. Merlin found him on the street as a stray and fell in love at first sight. Arthur has no clue how Merlin could see that cat and fall in love, but he did.

When Arthur first started dating Merlin, he heard so many tales about Kilgharrah. “Arthur, he’s such a sweetheart!” “Kilgharrah is so smart.” And contrary to what some people may believe about him, Arthur loves cats. Cats love him, and he loves them; therefore, first meeting Kilgharrah wasn’t something he was nervous about.

Back then, he and Merlin were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, fawning over each other and giggling constantly as they battled for affection. The teasing and flirting was relentless, and every time Arthur was with Merlin he felt giddy. They had been dating for about a month before Arthur went to Merlin’s flat for the first time.

Kilgharrah was apparently off napping somewhere when Arthur arrived. Everything was fine at first. The two of them cuddled up on the couch and watched some crap TV for awhile until getting lost in each other. Soon, they were making out, the noise from the TV still in the background.

Luckily, Merlin lived alone in his tiny flat, so they didn’t have to worry about any unannounced visitors. They panted into each other’s mouths, tongues sliding between open lips. Soon, their shirts came flying off. Arthur suckled at a spot below Merlin’s ear that makes him gasp, tugging the small strands of Arthur’s hair at the nape of his neck. Arthur was just sliding off his pants, their mouths slick with spit, when Kilgharrah sauntered into the room like he owned the place.

He spotted Arthur instantly, just as Arthur is sliding the pants off his hips. Suddenly, Kilgharrah let out the most awful screeching noise that Arthur has ever heard. He and Merlin disconnected at the sound, Merlin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Before Arthur could even greet Kilgharrah, though, the large cat pounced on him, claws and teeth bared. Merlin gasped in surprise, shouting out, “Gharrah!”, but by then it was too late.

The demon cat launched itself right at Arthur’s bottom, sinking it’s claws into his lower legs. Arthur didn’t have a chance to do anything before Kilgharrah is biting painfully into the bottom of his arse.

“Damn it!” Arthur shrieked, “Ow!”

“Kilgharrah!” Merlin shouted, shooing the cat off. “Oh my god, Arthur! Are you okay?”

“He bit my butt!”

“I am so sorry! He’s never done anything like that before. He’s usually so sweet toward everyone. Here, come with me, I have some antiseptic in the bathroom.”

He got Arthur up after pulling his own pants back on and buttoning them up. He then led Arthur into a dimly lit bathroom, rustling through the cabinet. Kilgharrah appeared a moment later, smirking at Arthur from the doorway as he licked his paw. He looked pleased with himself.

“You know, I pictured doing something similar to your arse tonight, but the cat beat us to it," Merlin giggled.

Arthur glared at him, not finding the situation quite as hilarious as Merlin at the moment. Before Arthur could come up with a retort, Merlin swipes at the wound on his bottom with antiseptic wash.

“Ouch!” Arthur hissed, jerking slightly.

“Stop being a baby,” Merlin responded, moving onto the scratch marks that Kilgharrah left. “You know that I’m going to be a doctor, right? I’ve seen four year olds braver than you about this.”

“If it wasn’t for your damned demon cat--” Arthur growled.

“He’s not a demon cat! I told you, he’s usually so sweet.”

“Oh, great, so he just has a personal vendetta against me for no reason at all.”

“Maybe you offended his honor in some way.”

“Offended his---he’s a cat, Merlin!”

“Cats are very sensitive creatures, prat. And they can be very intelligent and aware. Maybe Kilgharrah could sense you didn’t like him.”

“I liked him just fine until he bit my arse!”

Kilgharrah continued to watch, amused. Arthur shot him a glare.

By the time Merlin finished up cleaning Arthur’s wounds, they decided it’s probably best that they let Kilgharrah cool down for a bit. As an apology, Merlin walked Arthur back to his flat. Of course, Arthur was in too much pain to do anything else, so they just watched a movie for a bit. Merlin thought that maybe Kilgharrah was just in a bad mood, that it was just a one off, but they soon figured out that wasn’t the case.

Kilgharrah absolutely despises Arthur, and Arthur feels the same way. Now, Arthur and Merlin have been dating almost 2 years, and Kilgharrah still hisses at Arthur whenever Arthur comes over. Sometimes, Arthur stays the night, and Kilgharrah always jumps up on top of their sleeping forms and yowls until Merlin brings the cat into his arms and cuddles him, while Arthur is stuck pressed against the wall alone. Merlin feels bad about it, but Arthur can also tell that he finds the whole thing extremely amusing, which makes Arthur even angrier.

“You should move into my flat,” Arthur suggests one morning. They’ve gotten into this little routine that takes place at either Arthur’s flat or Merlin’s. It always involves Arthur waking up early to make Merlin coffee and breakfast, and Merlin helping him clean up. They chat idly while sitting together, the news on the telly playing soft in the background. That early in the morning, if they’re at Merlin’s flat, Kilgharrah is thankfully munching on breakfast far away from Arthur. This morning, they happen to be at Arthur’s however, so there will be no interruptions from that hell cat.

“Really?” Merlin asks, swallowing his food. “I mean, do you think we’re ready for that?”

“Of course we are,” Arthur reassures him, taking his hand. “I love you, Merlin. We’re practically living together already, just switching back and forth between flats. Unless you aren’t ready.”

“No, no, I am. There’s just a lot to think about. Like who’s flat would we move into?”

“Well, no offense Merlin, but your flat is kind of a dump...”

“Hey, prat! My flat is just fine. It may need a little work, but it’s great.”

“Your shower head barely works, your oven breaks constantly, the neighbors are horrendously loud--”

“Okay, fine, you’re right. Your place is way nicer,” Merlin agrees, “But does it allow pets?”

“Pets?”

Merlin frowns, “Yeah, I mean, for Kilgharrah.”

Wait. Back up. That throws a huge wrench in Arthur’s plan. He shouldn’t have been so stupid. Of course Merlin would want to bring his demon cat with him! Kilgharrah would surely tear apart Arthur’s flat bit by bit, leaving only Merlin and his stuff intact.

“Can’t he stay there?”

Merlin sends him an annoyed look. “Arthur, he’s my cat.”

“He’ll destroy this place the moment he gets in here!”

“He won’t, I promise. I wouldn’t let him. Besides, he’s getting better with you! He hasn’t scratched you for a few weeks.”

Arthur grumbles under his breath. With a sigh, Merlin gets up and goes behind the chair Arthur is sitting at. He then wrings his arms around Arthur’s chest, leaning down to trail kisses down from his cheek to the side of his neck.

“D-do you think t-this will convince me?” Arthur stutters, biting back a moan.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Will it?”

“Tease.”

Needless to say, a few weeks later, Merlin moves into Arthur’s flat with Kilgharrah. Merlin stays true to his promise, making sure to keep Kilgharrah out of as much trouble as possible. Kilgharrah does seemed confused and a bit peeved at his new home. Arthur constantly sees him rolling around and clawing at the carpet, as if to mark his scent. Overall, though, it’s fine. As long as Merlin is there to mediate, Kilgharrah isn’t terrible. He still dislikes Arthur, but at least Arthur isn’t getting his butt bitten like before.

A few months after moving in, though, Merlin leaves to visit his mother. Swamped with work himself, Arthur can’t take the time to go with him. Plus, according to Merlin, his mother is allergic to cats, and none of his other friends are available to take care of Kilgharrah. So, as Merlin’s boyfriend, that duty falls to him. Arthur is stuck with the demon cat for an entire weekend.

Arthur tries to get out of it. He calls all of his and Merlin’s friends to see if they’ll reconsider. He even calls his annoying sister Morgana to try and con her into it, but she claims that Arthur’s just being a whiner. Somehow, the one weekend Merlin is going to be gone, everyone has an excuse. Gwen and Elyan are going to a wedding, Lancelot has to work, Percival has to work overtime, Gwaine is…Gwaine, and Leon is taking care of his sick wife. Arthur swears that Kilgharrah somehow planned this so he could get Arthur alone and torment him for three days straight.

By the time Friday rolls around, Arthur has run out of options. Merlin is rushing out the door, wanting to beat the early morning traffic. His favorite scarf is wrapped haphazardly around his neck, and he wears a beanie that Arthur gifted him. The suitcase he pulls behind him is stuffed ridiculously full for just a few days, but by now Arthur knows that Merlin likes to be prepared.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” Merlin says, pecking Arthur on the lips.

“Are you sure you don’t have room for Kilgharrah somewhere?”

“You’ll be fine,” Merlin pats his chest. “I’ll call you when I get there to make sure you two haven’t demolished the place.”

“No promises.”

With one last wave, Merlin is heading out the door. The flat is eerily quiet. Too quiet. Arthur glances around suspiciously. Nothing appears to be destroyed yet. Arthur proceeds back toward the living room with caution and lowers himself down on the sofa. Arthur breaths out a sigh of relief. Kilgharrah must still be eating or sleeping somewhere. With that, Arthur turns on the telly, intent on catching up on some of the news.

Just then, a large shadow leaps up from under the sofa. Arthur yelps, yanking his legs up and careening backward into the cushions. How the hell did that gigantic cat fit under the tiny space of the sofa?! Kilgharrah peers up at Arthur, nose raised. He then jumps up on the couch in Merlin’s usual spot, looking around.

“It’s just gonna be you and me for a while,” Arthur explains, causing the cat to glare over at him. “Please, don’t bite my butt again. Merlin will be back in a few days.”

Kilgharrah’s steeling gaze doesn’t cease, but he also doesn’t make any sudden movements; instead, the cat simply kneads a few times in place before curling up in Merlin’s spot. Arthur is still pressed to the opposite end of the sofa, afraid to make any sudden movements. Kilgharrah meows, old and haggard.

“You know, I don’t understand why you don’t like me,” Arthur ponders. “Merlin certainly likes me. Besides, I’ve never done anything to you!”

Kilgharrah appears unimpressed.

“God, what am I doing talking to a bloody cat?” Arthur mutters to himself. “This is ridiculous.”

At that moment, Kilgharrah decides that he doesn’t want to lie there. He gets up and stretches, yawn showing off his sharp fangs that Arthur is all too familiar with. Arthur stands, not wanting to wait for Kilgharrah to strike.

“There, now you have the sofa all to yourself! See, I can be nice.”

Kilgharrah blinks at him.

Arthur huffs, removing himself from that room and heading toward the bedroom where his work desk is. It’s littered with some of Merlin’s textbooks and notes for medical school. Arthur squints, attempting to read Merlin’s chicken scratch. It’s a miracle that Merlin himself can read it. Despite the mess, Arthur can’t help but smile tenderly at the thought of Merlin glowering over the textbooks for his upcoming exams before conking out at the desk, drool getting on the corner of his paper. Arthur carefully puts all of Merlin’s stuff in a neat pile on the corner of the desk to make room for his own laptop. Maybe Arthur can at least get some work done this weekend.

Thankfully, it isn’t until dinnertime that Kilgharrah bothers him again. At that point, Arthur’s eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen for so long with minimal breaks. According to Merlin, Arthur will end up needing glasses by the time he’s in his mid-thirties, a claim which Arthur vehemently refutes. Still, he can’t help but see Merlin’s point as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. Speaking of Merlin, he should be arriving in Ealdor soon. Arthur shuts his laptop and heads for the kitchen to heat up some leftovers for dinner. He also realizes that it’s time to feed the cat. Amazingly, Kilgharrah is just where Arthur left him, now snoozing on the sofa, although he appears to still be looking for Merlin.

Just then, Merlin calls him. Arthur smiles at the goofy contact photo before answering.

“Hey Merls.”

“Hi Arthur,” Merlin greets, voice surrounded by static. Ealdor doesn’t get the best cell phone connection. “Is the flat still standing?”

“Amazingly, yes,” Arthur muses, glancing over at the cat. “He’s just been sitting in your spot all day.”

Arthur can practically hear Merlin’s pout through the phone line. “Poor baby. He’s probably lonely. I haven’t left him in so long.”

“You’re gone every day for work, Merlin.”

“Well, yes, but he knows this is different! He’s not stupid.”

Arthur hums in response, choosing to pick his battles. “So, how’s your mum?”

They talk while Arthur eats. Well, Merlin is mostly the one talking. He tells Arthur all about the changes to the small town, about his best friend Will’s new girlfriend, and about his mum’s health. Hunith had a health scare recently which Arthur knows is part of the reason Merlin really wanted to get a break to go down and visit when he couldn’t earlier. Merlin can’t talk for too long, though, as he needs to help his mum with dinner. When they say goodbye, Arthur is about finished with dinner, which means it’s time to get Kilgharrah his food.

Kilgharrah eats like a king. Sometimes, Arthur wonders if he’s part wild cat due to the amount of fancy meats that he ingests. Arthur prepares his food, having watched Merlin enough times to know exactly how to do it. The smell of meat makes Kilgharrah perk up, nose twitching.

Arthur places the food bowl in its usual spot, watching as Kilgharrah jumps off the sofa and heads over, sniffing it with contempt.

“I didn’t poison it!” Arthur swears, although he was considering it.

Kilgharrah finally gives into the temptation of food, chowing down on it like he hasn’t eaten in days. The rest of the night proceeds somewhat normally. Kilgharrah likes to look out the window after dinner, while Arthur goes back to the sofa to watch some random show. Kilgharrah joins him at some point, and Arthur briefly notices that he gets a bit closer than before. Chalking it up to a coincidence, Arthur makes sure to keep a distance as he continues watching.

Arthur climbs into bed a few hours later. The bed always feels colder when Merlin isn’t there. Arthur curls up, facing toward Merlin’s side of the bed, and clutches at a pillow. He shuts his eyes and is just about to fall asleep when a large thump sounds on the bed. It’s Kilgharrah, eyes bright in the dark of the room.

“Merlin’s not here,” Arthur murmurs into his pillow. “’ts just me.”

Kilgharrah meows, sniffing a few times before climbing right on top of Arthur’s face. Arthur gasps in fur, coughing as he attempts to pull Kilgharrah off of him without making the cat too angry.

“What the hell was that?!” Arthur gasps. “Are you trying to suffocate me in my sleep?”

Kilgharrah meows again, determined not to be pushed off the bed by Arthur. This time, instead of going right for Arthur’s face, he lies down against the pillow that Arthur cradles in his arms. Arthur freezes, looking down at the cat. Does he dare try and pet the cat? Arthur reaches a hand out slowly toward his head. Kilgharrah watches him the entire time. Ever so gently, Arthur reaches forward and presses a hand into his disheveled fur. To his astonishment, Kilgharrah doesn’t move; he simply stares up at Arthur. Arthur begins scratching him, much like he would with Merlin’s dark hair. A rumbling erupts in Kilgharrah’s chest. It startles Arthur at first, making him afraid that Kilgharrah is going to attack. After a moment, though, he realizes that Kilgharrah is purring. Smiling, Arthur watches him, deciding that okay, maybe this cat is kind of cute.

“Merlin’s never gonna believe this,” Arthur whispers in amazement.

The next morning, Arthur sends Merlin a selfie of Kilgharrah sleeping soundly on his lap, one of Arthur’s hands nestled deep in his fur. As Merlin tells him later, he was so surprised at the picture that he dropped his phone on the ground, causing it to crack. He also had to call and check to make sure that Arthur hadn’t replaced his cat, or that Arthur himself hadn’t been replaced by a lookalike.

It’s a really good thing that Kilgharrah finally approves of Arthur, too. Arthur has never been a person to believe much in superstitions, but he knows somehow that this is a sign for him to finally buy that wedding ring.

[wxlfstxrx]

Gone, Gone, Gone (Oneshot)

A/N: NOW. I honestly never expected to be the one to write this crossover; I was actually hoping someone else would. But I can’t stop thinking about this scene and now I’ve gone and put myself under immense pressure to deliver. HAH. Anyway, I know Gwen Stacy in the comics died while falling off a bridge, but since my post referred to The Amazing Spiderman 2, featuring the gorgeous Andrew Garfield (who I already envision as Remus Lupin anyway), I shall write the clocktower scene instead. As mentioned in my teaser, I also found it incredibly awkward to name Harry as the villain. Because, well. Ha ha. But yes, a major thank you to @fleursowl for prompting me to write this, and for leaving comments on my drafts, I hope I didn’t disappoint :”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9H9bm1Oj1wQ&t=200s here’s the link to the video I referenced from!! 

The title is actually a song from the Spiderman soundtrack, and god. I destroyed myself. I’m crying so hard now. Hope you guys like it.

“HARRY! This is between you and me, you wanna fight? FIGHT ME, LET HIM GO.” 

“... Okay.”

Remus’ heart dropped into his stomach.

Everything was happening so fast, yet they seemed to be happening in slow motion. He didn’t allow himself even a breath before he leapt up, off the top of the domed roof. He watched helplessly as jet black hair obscured what would undoubtedly be a face of panic, and hoped and prayed with all his might that he could catch him. He extended his arms, rising to meet Sirius, who was tumbling down through the crisp autumn air. I’ve got you, I’ve got you, he chanted in his head, not letting Sirius out of his sight, although the wind was making his eyes sting. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, he felt the other boy crashing into his body, the pull of gravity sending them both falling through the sky and through the roof of the clocktower with a loud smash. He didn’t care that shards of glass were piercing his skin through his latex suit, he just instinctively curled his body around Sirius’ to make sure he was okay. He could feel the other’s heavy breathing; he knew how afraid Sirius was of heights. He just held him tighter, bracing themselves.

They hit a narrow metal platform, and for a moment Remus allowed himself to breathe. His arms were wound tightly around Sirius’ waist and he pulled him towards his body even more, thanking all the gods that he was safe. 

“I’ve got you, love. God, I was so fucking terrified, but it’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re alright now,” Remus rambled as one hand travelled up and down Sirius’ back, trying to soothe his frenzied breathing. Sirius weakly shook his head before burying it in the crook of Remus’ neck, letting out a choked sob.

A short clink of something dropping, and an accompanying beeping noise startled the two of them, and Remus’ head snapped up to follow the sound just several inches away from them. Too late did he realize where that sound had come from.

A red hot explosion blasted the pair off the platform, and Remus turned them on their sides to shield Sirius. 

And then, they were falling again. 

Remus heard Sirius scream and he felt his blood run cold. With one foot hooking desperately around an intact railing, he grabbed Sirius’ wrist with his hand. He barely had time to look down at him before the latter was slipping out of his grasp. He vaguely heard Sirius cry out his name.

Blood rushing to his head and heart pounding in his chest, he shot a web out to wrap around Sirius’ wrist tightly, breaking his fall. 

A swooshing noise caught Remus’ attention and he was forced to look up. Good thing he did; had he been mere seconds later he would have been knocked off the railing by Harry. Swinging himself up, he dodged yet another attack, and managed to sneak a look at Sirius, who was (sort of) safely perched on a rotating gear just several feet below him. He was looking back at Remus fearfully, eyes widened in terror. 

In normal circumstances, Remus would never be tired of staring into his boyfriend’s gorgeous face. 

In that moment, that was all he allowed himself before he sprang back into action.

Remus leaped from surface to surface, trying to create as many webs as he could around the clocktower to impede the glider’s movements. Harry chased after him relentlessly, missing Remus by a hair’s breadth too many times for comfort. He barely noticed Sirius trying to maneuver himself from gear to gear in an attempt to get to safety. 

Swinging from web to web to confuse Harry, Remus gained enough momentum to jump as high as he could, past the shattered roof. Shooting a well-aimed web down at Harry’s glider, he pounced on his enemy’s back and caught him in a headlock. He knew he didn’t have much time, especially with them zooming around uncontrolled in the air. 

He worked quickly to coil webs around Harry’s throat, praying with all his might that this would be enough to gain the upper hand.

It wasn’t.

The glider reversed at top speed and sent Remus crashing into a wall. His vision blurred for a moment, allowing Harry to break free from his grasp. Recovering quickly, Remus kicked himself off the wall and jumped, swinging himself around a web. He barrelled into Harry and knocked him off his glider, finally, sending him crashing into a metal beam. He thought Harry had fallen face first onto another platform, knocking him out for the meantime, but he couldn’t be sure. 

His eyes were instead fixed on Sirius, who was looking right back at him. Time seemed to slow down as the glider fell through the air and into the gear that Sirius was currently kneeling on.  

Remus didn’t so much hear himself shouting as he felt the burn in his already hoarse throat. 

Sirius was falling further and further away from him, and Remus struggled to web him back. No, no, no, not again, Remus almost cried. But he knew Sirius was counting on him, and at last the web coiled around Sirius’ wrist for the second time in ten minutes. 

Sirius was now dangling in mid-air, suspended only by the strong web Remus had caught him in. 

Remus frantically pulled at the long web, trying to reel him back up onto a concrete surface. As he was almost at a close enough proximity to reach for Sirius’ hand, he heard the other boy shout, “REMUS!”

He turned his head so fast he got whiplash, but it didn’t register in his mind. He had turned back just in time to feel Harry’s hands around his neck, forcefully backing him into a gear behind him. 

Harry grabbed Remus by the shoulders and slammed him down on the gear they were currently on, and the web loosened, jerking Sirius down a few feet. Remus’ head throbbed painfully but he fought to maintain the web even as Harry’s foot stomped down on his wrist with a sickening crunch moments later. 

He heard a broken cry from Sirius, and it wasn’t until he craned his neck to look at his broken wrist, which was still holding onto Sirius via the web, that he realized why. 

The gear was turning slowly but surely, and from the way the web was caught in one of the gear’s teeth, it was a matter of seconds before it would meet the other gear and snap. 

A broken metal joint that had fallen a few feet away from Remus’ hand caught itself between the pair of gears, halting the rotating of gears temporarily with a loud screech. Sirius’ breath hitched as he watched on, helplessly dangling in the air. 

Taking Remus by surprise, Harry brandished a sharp knife-like weapon, aiming it at the web. Thankfully, Remus’ quick reflexes blocked the attack. Pushing his left hand into Harry’s face, he knocked the weapon out of the way with his right arm, letting it skid across and off the platform.

Remus’ hold was broken seconds later as Harry gained control over him once again. The latter wrestled to pin the former’s arms down by the side of his face, but Remus slammed their foreheads together, knocking Harry off balance. He delivered a heavy blow to Harry’s cheek and shot a web out to trap the arm that had been trying to retaliate. 

Harry’s snarled, and his hand shot out to clasp around Remus’ throat, choking him. Through his watery eyes and blurred vision, Remus managed to shoot a web out through one of the gears behind Harry without him realizing. 

Working quickly, he ambushed Harry by winding the long web around his throat several times just as the gear shifted, causing him to howl as the web tightened painfully around his own neck. Still, he didn’t relinquish his hold on Remus’. 

The loud clang of metal caused Remus to turn his head around, watching as the broken metal joint gave way to the force of the shifting gears, and it snapped all of a sudden, falling to the depths below and narrowly missing Sirius’ suspended form. 

Remus let his eyes linger on Sirius, who was dangling a little way below another gear, partially hidden from his view. Despite the chaos surrounding him, all he could hear was his own voice shouting in his mind, over and over again.

I’ve got to save him, I won’t let him die, it’ll be all over soon, we’ll make it through, I love him I love him I love him.

Remus remembered how, just hours ago, they had been on the top of the bridge, on top of the world. How he’d professed his love for Sirius and how he’d offered to go to England with him. To be with him. He wished that he could turn back the time. What he’d give to be back on that bridge, just him and Sirius against the world. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, willing himself not to lose focus. 

In a desperate attempt to buy more time, he stuck his left foot out and wedged it between two gears, ignoring the pain shooting up his foot. He felt like he was being torn apart, what with Harry’s fingers still clamped around his throat, his left foot raised up in an awkwardly painful angle and stuck between gears, and his right wrist hanging semi-limply over the edge of the gear he was currently pinned down on. But it was worth it. 

Saving Sirius would be worth all the broken bones in his body.

The gears were cranking in protest, and the web was centimetres shy of snapping. Remus could no longer feel his foot, but he wasn’t going to let go. There was no way. Mustering all that was left of his strength, he tried to push his upper body up so he would be able to kick Harry off him with his right foot. He was panting heavily with exhaustion and his heart was slamming against his chest. The voice inside his head was going a hundred miles a minute. Just a little more—

A deafening screech filled the clocktower. 

And everything happened so fast. 

One of the gears dislodged itself, producing bright orange sparks as a result of the friction. 

Sirius’ voice broke, “Re?”

No. 

His vision zoomed in to the web, tracing it from his wrist to where it was caught between the two gears. 

Where it snapped in two. 

In that moment, he could no longer feel any pain. He could no longer feel anything. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his mouth and drop down to his feet simultaneously. 

The gears in the clocktower started spinning furious and uninhibited, and the gears in Remus’ mind followed suit. No no no, shit, fuck—

Remus didn’t even realize that Harry had released his hold on him, sailing across the air with the web still coiled around his neck and slamming into a gear, knocking him out. He was too focused on Sirius’ freefalling form. 

He watched in despair as broken metal joints tumbled down alongside his boyfriend, falling further and further away from his reach. 

So far. 

He took the plunge. 

Willing his body to pummel through the air faster, Remus kept his eyes locked with Sirius’. The glittering pools of molten silver he had come to love after all this time was now a thunderstorm, with flecks of white-hot lightning flashing every few heartbeats. If he thought Sirius had been scared earlier, the look in his eyes now almost made Remus‘ throat close up with raw emotion. The torrential rain took over, and Remus wanted nothing more than to be huddled up together in their thick blankets at home, kissing away every tear that had ever trailed down the other boy’s face. 

So far. 

Extending his arm, he shot a web out. Please let this be the last one. He hoped it’d reach Sirius in time. Please. 

They were still gazing at each other. Remus willed the other boy to understand everything unsaid in the silence that stretched between them. I’ve got you. Trust me. I love you. I won’t let you go. Please. I’ve got you. 

Sirius swallowed hard, gave him one last pleading look, shook his head ever so slightly, a fraction of a degree, and closed his eyes. 

No, please look at me, please open your eyes, don’t let go. 

Don’t let go. 

Finally, the web caught hold of Sirius’ broad chest, capturing him in his grasp, finally. 

He let himself breathe out as he caught hold of a railing, clinging onto it with his uninjured hand. Thank g—

Thud.

Remus’ heart stopped.

Wrapping one end of the web around the railing, he dropped himself down to the ground, where Sirius was suspended a few feet in the air by the other end. 

Remus approached slowly, inhaling sharply. 

Sirius wasn’t moving.

“Sirius?”

He removed his mask and ran a shaky hand through his mussed up hair. His lips were trembling as he stepped forward and lifted Sirius in his arms.

With one arm under his boyfriend’s back, he placed his other hand over his heart, feeling desperately for a heartbeat.

Remus didn’t think he’d ever be able to breathe again.

There was a deafeningly loud ringing in his ears as he cradled the lifeless body in his arms, as though his whispered pleas would be heard. As though they could be heard. 

Please, stay with me. 

Don’t go. 

Don’t leave me. 

Please, I love you.

You’re everything to me.

In just the span of a few minutes, he’d lost the only person he’d ever loved. He would give anything, anything at all, to have the other boy alive again. 

There was complete silence all around, save for the shuddering breaths that Remus let out. He blinked his eyes furiously, tears spilling onto his lover’s face, refusing to accept whatever had just happened. 

“Sirius... Sirius, please. Sirius...”

His whispered pleas grew into loud cries and he didn’t even know how much time had passed anymore; when Sirius had hit the ground it was as though the concept of time stopped existing. All he was aware of was the pain coursing through his veins, searing and never-ending. 

Remus looked up, blinking past the tears, and saw the moon through the shattered roof, watching over him. In sympathy perhaps. 

How was he going to survive this, when Sirius had been his rainbow after heavy storms, and the brightest star on his darkest nights? 

He didn’t think he’d be able to. 

Remus collapsed onto his knees, still clutching Sirius’ body in his arms, and let the wracking sobs take over him.

[averagehobbes]

Merthur Fic - Lost & Found

My inbox is purgatory for asks, and I don’t have nearly as much time as I used to in order to search for fics, so I’ve decided to make a cohesive list of all the “Lost Fics” Messages that have been waiting in my Hellish Inbox.

If you have found a fic which answers someone’s question, send me the Link/Title/etc and I will happily post it for all to see. Thank you for your help! 

This Post will be reblogged with Updates 

(EDIT: Found Fics will be deleted from this list and put in the ‘found’ tag. Additionally: I have created a section for asks which have been answered, but are open for more fics to be added.)

Anonymous said: I've always liked things going like "oh no" in Merlin fanfic where people just fuck things up because they VASTLY underestimated Emrys. If you know of any fics with underestimated merlin with this kinda vibe that would be great!

Anonymous said: Hi, I'm looking for a fic in canon era. Arthur is prince, and a sorcerer is executed, but Arthur takes care of his son Will (short for William, and Merlin always call his that because otherwise it reminds him of his dead friend Will) - (and the boy later becomes Arthur's heir?) - Arthur and Merlin grow apart for a while, but they love each other. I'd be so thankful if you know it xx

Anonymous said: Hi, a very happy new year to you! I don't want to impose but I have searched for this but I can't find it. Maybe one of your followers know of it? I read this a very very long time ago and I can't remember the details. Its similar to when Morgana sent back Lancelot to hurt Arthur, but in this, its actually a creature that takes the form of someone you love. It approached both Gwen and Merlin as Lance, then my memory goes vague. Does it turn into Arthur/someone walks in on them? I don't know :(

Anonymous said: Hiya! Im looking for a fic that’s modern day where Merlin is a successful businessman with an assistant. And Merlin keeps having this meeting that kept getting pushed back. It also has Arthur in a mental facility and Merlin uses magic to make fake documents for Arthur to get him out. He then takes Arthur to a house he had built just for him. It’s super vague memories but I can’t seem to find it in my bookmarks. Hope you can help plz ^ - ^ TY!

Anonymous said:  Ok, so I read this fic a while ago and I can't remember much about it. I do know that Arthur was an athlete and he was injured, and while in the hospital(?) he kept shouting Merlin's name. And that's pretty much all that I remember about it, but I would really like to find it again. Please and Thank you.

Anonymous said:  Hello! I love your recap and I have gone through your recd and blog so many times and always find something new and awesome to read! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic where Arthur returns in modern day London. I believe merlin is a high school teacher and Gwaine also starts working there. I think Leon finds Arthur in full armor roaming the streets in modern day England and takes him to Merlin’s flat. I am going crazy looking for this fic and I can’t even find a reference to it.

Anonymous said:  Do you know any fics where Merlin is the one to knock Arthur's socks off? Like Arthur is a blushing mess and Merlin is like, "Yeah, I know I'm hot stuff" (bc Merlin was the real social butterfly in the show and we all know it)

Anonymous said: Okay so I've just finished reading Falls the Shadow and I was wondering if you know of fics as angsty as its first chapter. Like, MAXIMUM ANGST. Jesus Christ, that first chapter must have been one of the angstiest things I've read in whole entire life, AND I WANT MORE. So if you haves fics with that level of angst, it'd be greatly appreciated. But with a happy ending, of course. Muchas gracias!

Below is the Section Called: “A Fic Was Found But If You Know Anymore Fics Like This Please Add”

*Anonymous said: I’m looking for a merthur fic that is a mafia au? Arthur is the mob boss, and Merlin is a man that owes him because of an absent father’s debt. It’s a series, and I’m pretty sure that for the most part it’s explicit?  (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said:  Hello! I'm looking for any fic that has a similar plot or theme to something i read a while ago: In the Fic, Merlin and Emrys are two separate entities in the same body and Merlin used an amulet to contain and keep control of Emrys. Anything similar to this would be great! Thank you!!Xx  --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said:  hi! i was wondering if you knew of any fics in which Arthur knows about Merlin's magic and wants Merlin to train and spar with him using magic? thanks!!!!!!!! --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said:  do you know of any fics where merlin meets other sorcerers and they're amazed at how much power merlin has/what he can do? or anything where merlin shows how powerful he is --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said:  heyo! first off ur blog is amazing and im SO thankful it exists. but i wanted to know id you know of any fics where Arthur teaches Merlin how to properly fight/protct himself? I checked the tag's page and found one with that trope incorporated but couldnt find one solely based on it. If you know of anything it's much appreciated!! --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said:  do u know any fics where merlin leaves camelot either bc he's angry or hurt or afraid of himself/the prophecy? and the knights or arthur have to scramble to figure out why he left and where he went and what they're going to do?  --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

*Anonymous said: Hi! I love your recs! Do you know any de-aged Arthur fics? I've already read Gentle, Gentle and I really love that one  --> (A fic was found, but if you know any others, I will leave this here so you can share more!)

Last Updated: 1 March 2018

[tonydadisbestdad]

Master Summary List

A/N: The numbers are the order these stories were written in. Just to help me keep things in order.

MASTERLIST WITH LINKS * NOT Dad!Tony ~ Smut

Peter

111. Forgotten Request by: Anonymous: Prompt: “And slowly... I was forgotten.” Tony Stark’s daughter is dead and she was dating Peter Parker and she dies like through being kidnapped or something and the story is from her point of view where everyone mourns her at first but then she thinks she is forgotten?? 108. * Healed Heartbreak Prompt: We’re texting for the first time in forever and I told you about some stupid thing I did and sent a sarcastic ‘you must really miss me, huh?’ And you just replied ‘yes’ and I my heart just broke. 107. Pretend To Be My Date For hollandroos Drabble Challenge! I’ve never done one before so I thought it might be time. Sophs I admire your work and I hope you enjoy this! 106. Dear Peter Parker Dear Evan Hansen AU 105. * Brother Sister Secrets (sister reader) Request from chloe-geoghegan1: would you be able to write a peter parker x sister reader please? Your writing is amazing! 103. It’s Never The Answer Request from anon: attempted suicide 102. Comfy Cute fluffy story for galaxyoffangirls 99. * Long Lost Love You were little when you had your first kiss with the love of your life and best friend, but then he was pulled from your life. What happens years later when you meet again and don’t realize just who you’re making out with. 98. Relief Request by anon: Could you do a stark!reader, where tony finds drugs in her room. Maybe even some peter parker x reader please 97. Told You So Request from anon (I think I can’t remember and forgot to write it down): Hey! I love all your dad tony fics, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to request a story? Like, what if Tony was trying to set TR and Peter up but they 'hate' one another and then when tony finally gives up Peter actually admits he likes her and fluff?? it's okay if you skip this, but i thought it was worth the ask x 95. * Crazy Inventions Request by anon: Can you write a story with the quote “last time I did that I got tased on my neck”. You can take it however you want to… it’s like a challenge. 93. A Knight’s Love Request from anon: Can I request a medieval au with Dad!Tony being the King and Peter being a Knight to help protect the the reader, but Peter really likes her and is scared because of Tony being the King? 92. * Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson Request by @dancing4girls: Could I request a headcanon about Peter choosing between Gwen Stacy and MJ? 91. Senior Prom Stark Style Request by anon: How about Peter being nervous telling Dad!Tony about his huge crush on reader and trying to ask her to Homecoming so Tony, being the extra af dad he is, plans this whole thing to help Peter out and get his girl ^-^ -🌙 90. * That Dress I Like Summary: You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you. 89. Stress Overload Request by Anon: Peter Parker x Stark!reader, reader is very closed off from the avengers and is just shy in general. She feels she can’t talk to them about her problems but along comes Peter and they instantly click. Tony isn’t too happy with them getting close but accepts it in the end 87. * Divine Intervention Request by: @dapartnerincrime99 Person c: “you know how I’m basically a god?” Person A: “yeah?” C: “then consider this as divine intervention.” C: *shouts out person a’s crush on person b.* 86. A Good Ending Request by Anon: Shy and Timid Reader x Peter where he catches her in the rain after she’s been ignored the whole day? Like everyone just passed by her without really talking to her and if she had spoken she was ignored, so he takes her to the tower, the rest is up to you! Is that too specific?? Sorry!! I hope this isn’t a bother!! 84. Would You Rather Request from anon: Imagine being Riri Williams (ironheart) and having to use your suit to save peter. Tony freaks out because 1 he hasn’t safely checked your suit (dad!tony vibes) and 2 because he doesn’t want you and peter in danger. I really don’t mind, whatever floats your boat. I feel like wringing a character like riri would be easier though……… 81. ~* I Can’t Believe You Broke Your Bed (DAD!TONYXPETER) Request by Anon: can I have 144 and 145 Peter x reader, where tony is Peter’s dad and in the morning they have to tell him why Peter needs a new bed? 80. * Meeting the Family (DAD!TONYXPETER) Request by anon: Could you do something with tony being peters dad and peter wants you to meet his family. Valentine’s 76-79 79. Steve’s Valentine’s Mission Request by @iams3bstan: I was wondering for a valentines idea where the reader is like Steve’s little sister and peter likes her so he send her anonymous roses but of course- stevie gets protective:,) thank you 78. Dadentines Day Request from anon: you being upset that you don’t have a valentine, so dad!Tony decides to spend the day with you. 77. Secret Admirer Request from Anon: Dad!Tony freaking out that his not so little girl having a secret admirer. 76. Not So Lonely Valentine’s Request from anon: Dad!Tony valentines one or even the avenger team? Reader is really lonely and wants to spend time with friends but everyone is busy, including Tony. But she pretends she has plans? Cause she’s very shy and nervous, she locks herself in her room. 75. Flirting for Jealousy Steve offers Peter some helpful advice when it comes to being jealous. 74. * Too Young ‘18’ by 5SOS in Peter’s POV about being sick of waiting to turn 21- from anon 72. Hero Mentality Fake boyfriend trope. Your boyfriend of a few years breaks up with you. So, you need someone to pretend to be him for a weekend to go home and meet your family. 71. * Wild and Free Song fic for ‘Wild and Free’ by Lena Meyer-Landrut 67. No One’s Fault You and your dad need to learn how to come together to cope. 65. Dad to the Rescue Not only did Tony tell Peter to stay out of things, he winds up having to save you and Peter. Jess’s Spooky Shorts 60-64 64. * Cute Costume You really aren’t all about the sexy costumes, but that doesn’t make you feel much better about yours. 63. Flying Popcorn You’re not a big fan of scary movies, too bad your boyfriend misunderstands when you tell him you want to watch some classic Halloween movies. 62. * Bobbing for Apples Someone doesn’t like bobbing for apples. 61. * Sweet Treats You get stuck babysitting on Halloween and it turns out sweeter than you thought it’d be. 60. Decorating Scares You’re decorating the tower when weird things start happening. 59. The Power of the Shower Peter needed to use your shower, and he certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen. 58. One Punch, Two Punch, Out the Door You regret going to a party, because a certain guy won’t leave you alone. 57. Surprise You have a surprise for Peter. 56. Midtown Catastrophe Midtown is under attack and it’s you and Peter to the rescue. 54. * Teleportation Hero You and Peter both have secret crushes on eachother, but also on other people. What happens when Tony want you on the team? 53. * “Slow Hands” Song fic based off the song by Niall Horan, I don’t think it needs more of a description. 52. * Secret Identity Blown Peter’s big secret finally gets out, so what happens when it does? 51. * The Ex Your first kiss with Peter doesn’t go the way you had imagined it might happen. 50. * Surprising Hotness Peter’s changing quite a lot and you finally decide to ask why. 49. It’s All About Personality Based off episode 7 of ‘The Spectacular Spider-Man’. Tony and May set you kids up on a blind date right after Tony releases you to the world. 48. More than an Idol You’re dating Peter and he talks you up to Tony and he wants to meet you and then you find out something you never thought was possible. 47. * Overflow Sometimes life just doesn’t go the way you wanted it to. 46. * Snow Storm You get to go on a mission to somewhere really cold, and get stuck in a cabin with the person you spend most of your time trying to avoid. 45. * On the Edge You find a sleepy spider asleep on your balcony one morning. 44. ~ “I had a wet dream about you.” You have a sex dream about Peter and that definitely put a wrench in things. 42. * Insignia Soulmate au, you really can’t figure out why you have a strange looking spider on you. 43. * Y/N and Peter’s First Date! You and Peter finally get together, but your date really doesn’t go as planned. 40. * Shadow You weren’t exactly a cat burglar, you only ever took one thing from the places you went, and you always took something in significant, just as a souvenir. That was until you ran into Spider-Man  39. * I can’t do this without you. You’re hurt on a mission and Peter is very upset.  37. Bodyguard Babe Your dad has a different job for Peter and that’s to be your undercover bodyguard. But what happens when undercover actually means pretend boyfriend? 36. Accidental Discovery Your journal is your life, so what happens when someone else get ahold of all your secrets? 35. * Sticky Situation Peter is having a horrible date until you come to his rescue. 34. What is this Feeling You were stuck in an abusive relationship, but everything starts to get better when a certain someone is there to help you recover. 33. Unsteady Song fic. Sometimes all you really need is someone to hold you while you cry. 32. It’s too early to get out of bed Staying in bed for once isn’t ideal, but it sure sounds lovely. 31. I’m Done Peter’s having a rough time keeping you safe and loving you. 29. You’re Hot, I’m Not Part II After all the times of Peter catching you looking not cute, you finally have an opportunity to show off and he ruins it. 28. You’re Hot, I’m Not Part I Every time you’ve had an interaction with Peter, you somehow manage to look absolutely terrible, little do you know he always thinks you look beautiful. 27. Growing Up Your dad finds out your secret and he doesn’t handle it at all like you thought he would. 26. * It was probably a trap You had a mission, and of course it went wrong, but lucky for you the greatest guy you know is on his way to rescue you. 25. * I Need You All you want is to be curled up with Peter after you have an awful nightmare, so that’s exactly what you plan on doing. 24. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re Spider-Man?” Some big secrets come out when you accidently bump into each other in a place you never thought you would. 23. Meddling Iron Dad Your dad decides that it’s time for him to stop minding his business. 22. * Bedbug You think someone is trying to break in but really it’s a spider trying to find his own home to get some rest. 20. * Undercover You were supposed to be in and out. It’s not your fault Peter got a little distracted along the way. 18. All Wet Time for vacation, your only problem is that you hate pools, and apparently Peter loves’em. 17. * Sleepless Nights It’s very early when Peter finally makes it in from his nightly patrol. 16. Secret Love Song Song fic. It hurts that your and Peter’s love has to be kept secret. 14. We’re Even You save Peter, Peter saves you. Some secrets are shared.  13. Sleep Deprivation and Wrong Beds After a long mission you lose your way in the compound and end up in a certain web slingers bed. 12. Personal Space Everybody has their thing. Yours was you didn’t like to be touched. It took Peter only a bit of time to figure that out, but once he did he’d do anything to make sure no one would ever touch you. 10. * Lies, Lies, Lies Peter struggles to keep his lives sorted out. 9. The saddest days can be the best days Peter can’t leave you alone when he knows you’re not okay. 8. ~ Untouchable Peter knew you were off limits, but he also can’t say no to you. 7. ~ It wasn’t hard to figure out You definitely didn’t need the entire Avengers team to find out what they did that morning. 6. Will you be my date You’re having a little trouble getting a guy off your tail, so you elicit Peter to help you get your point across. 5. Secrets are irrelevant when they can't be kept No one actually knows the truth of who you are. Then you meet Peter and your life of secrets takes an unexpected turn. 4. Loving you is easy, saying the words not so much You always knew how much you loved, you were just too afraid to say them, and not for the reasons one might typically think. 3. ~ Phone sex You think you’re in the clear to act up a little. 2. *~ I didn’t know you had a tattoo You may have forgotten to tell your boyfriend you have a tattoo for your favorite hero. 1. Gym Misunderstandings You were just sparring, however your dad seemed to think otherwise.

Tom

114. * More Than Good Enough Request from anon: Would you be willing to write a Tom Holland x Reader fic where the reader is dating tom and is also an actress and she’s been facing a lot of rejection (like not getting parts) recently and she gets really depressed and thinks she’s not good enough and he comforts her and makes her feel better? 113. * Marriage Before Love Prompt: I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think I’ve made any mistakes. 112. * A New Life She Has Found You and Tom hate each other. You’re neighbors and he’s always trying to antagonize you. So what happens when you find yourself in an abusive relationship and he’s the only one you can turn to? 110. * Tinder Date You find Tom Holland on Tinder and start talking to him, the catch? This can’t possibly be Tom Holland. 96. * Happier Song fic “Happier” by Ed Sheeran 38. *~ “New Man” Song fic sort of. You and Tom breakup and neither of you are over the other even if you are with someone else. 30. *~ Watch out for those quiet ones What happens when a game of truth or dare gets a little out of hand? 21. ~ You’re hot, I’m horny, let’s fuck You and Tom definitely can’t hide your interest from each other. 19. Winning and Losing You’re devastated when you don’t make it to Tom winning the Rising Star Award. You’re even more so when you see headlines the next morning.

Bucky

15. Love and Loss and Love Again Love isn’t always easy. Especially when not all parties are aware of it.

Focus is Dad!Tony/RDJ some xPeter tho

109. Teasing Cast Mates Request from anon: reader plays tony stark’s daughter in the avengers movies and she’s like a new character. them on a show (either an interview or something like jimmy fallon) and her and rdj have a really cute relationship and it shows and all the other cast members kinda tease them 104. Awful News Request from anon: I love your writing! Can you please write something about Tony telling the reader Peter is dead after infinity war? I know it’s been done before but ?? 100. New School Year Request by @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars: Hey there, I was just wondering—this is something I literally JUST thought of hahah— could you maybe do a Dad!RDJ Au where his (reader) daughter is like on her way to school and gets ambushed my reporter so overprotective Mama Bear Robert has to save the day and kick some ass?? Thank you so much and good luck with college!😊 94. Hand To Hand Combat Request by anon: Could you please write about: Tony being really mad that Captain America beat him in hand to hand combat (end of civil war) and complaining to his kid. And the kid suggesting tony train with Natasha because he forces them to train even though the kid has an iron suit. Then The three of them are training and tony is constantly complaining. You can take it however, I’m more suggesting the concept 88. Roasted SO When I asked for requests I got two that could work together. I hope you guys don’t mind me combining them. They were both from anon’s: The reader being Tony’s kid, and all the avengers thinking they are super sweet, until one day they sass/roast the avengers. And tony is like I told you guys… AND…  Would you write an image about Tony’s kid hardcore interrogating all the avengers. Peter does that stuff really come out of you. Captain are you really old. Wanda why are you crushing on an android. You can take it how ever you want to. I’m sorry I kinda changed the second one I realized after writing… if you want a rewrite alone I can do that. 83.  Apple Cider Can Fix Anything Request by Anon: Y/N trying to get Tony to stop stress drinking pouring out all his alcohol and replacing it with apple cider. The two of them turn it into a ritual, every night drinking cider and talking it out. 82. My Dear Summary: Mainly based off the song ‘My Dear’ by: Matty Mullins, but the song is kinda religious so obviously I changed that aspect. Reader has to sit and watch a video from her dad that he left in his will. 73. Follow The Rules And You Won’t Get Hurt Request: Peter and Tony are at the tower and Peter gets in a fight with Tony for whatever reason (probably Peter being stupid and risking his life again) and Tony’s yelling at him and Peter gets shot through the window. I want him to get like, ‘if it weren’t for his super healing, he’d be dead’ kind of injured and just him. 69. The Stark Anxiety Anxiety runs in the family, and you just can’t help the panic attack that happens at an event you’re at with your dad. 68. Skepticism At It’s Best Tony really can’t believe his eyes when he sees you and Peter flirting with each other. 66. Superboy and the Invisible Girl Song fic based on the song from Next to Normal. In your eyes, your own father would rather be a better parent to someone else rather than his own daughter. 55. Yours If You Want It Masterlist Song fic based from Rascal Flatts. Tony would give you anything in your life. No matter what, no matter how hard it might be for him. 41. Happy Birthday, Dad! You’re planning a surprise party, so you make Peter keep your dad occupied fro the day. 11. I’m your daughter Part 1: All your life you never would have guess who your dad was, turns out he was just as surprised as you were. Part 2: Request by @missrowle: I’m your daughter more parts. Teams reaction if or when they meet her.

Steve

70. Long Ride The reader is stuck in the elevator with Tony and Steve and the guys are arguing about something stupid. She’s getting so sick of listening to them bicker so she decides to put her hands over her ears and let out a series of horrifying screams. The guys stop arguing to help but she suddenly stops and they get out of the elevator. They ask her what was wrong and she’s just “got you to stop arguing didn’t I?”

NOT xReader

85. Find the Cure Request by Anon: How about Tony and Peter are living in a Zombie Apocalypse for some time now. And now one of them is bitten - for you to choose - and the only way to stop the transformation is to take out the heart before he turns. I expect lots of father and son fluff and how they will not be able to live without the other anymore. Have fun ;) 101. Science Fair Request by pishposhpink: For you requests, uhm, tony helping peter on a school project??? like a science fair? (Child!Peter would be preferable, but it’s up to you. ^^)

[hopelessdreamer80]

bo and hope recaps 17/?

From the February 14, 1984 issue of Soap Opera Digest

As her eighteenth birthday party continues, Hope is indignant when Bo refuses to accept the cashmere jacket that she bought him, with the price tag ostentatiously still attached. They wind up having a huge fight and Bo storms out. Hope dashes after him, but he is long gone. In tears, she waits for him in his apartment, reading a cherished book of poems he gave her as a birthday gift. When he arrives, three sheets to the wind, Hope begs his forgiveness. Bo can no longer control his emotions, "I get so upset with you because... I love you, and I'm through fighting it," he confesses. The two sink onto his bed in a passionate kiss. As Bo slips the dress from her shoulders, a breathless Hope asks him to make love to her and he is overcome with his feelings for her.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and a furious Doug threatens to kick the door in if his daughter doesn't come out - pronto! Hope darts for the bathroom to put on her dress and her enraged father, spotting the disheveled bed, lights into Bo. Doug admits he tried to go along with Hope's feelings for Bo, but he can't any longer, not after seeing the way he treated her at the party. When Doug orders Hope to leave with him, she refuses, insisting that since she is now eighteen, she can make her own decisions about her life. With this, Doug is gripped by a massive heart attack and Hope becomes hysterical, blaming herself! At the hospital, Doug is in critical condition as a panicked Julie demands some answers from Hope. Doug's condition rapidly worsens until suddenly the heart monitor stops beeping. Immediately, Neil begins CPR and pulls him through the crisis.

Hope, feeling incredibly guilty for her father's attack, is consoled by Larry Welch. Having driven Julie to the hospital with a police escort, the usually insensitive D.A. admits he is helping Hope and Julie through this tough period to make up for a time when he turned his back on his father. Later, when Doug finally comes around and sees Hope, the stress is too much for him. Catching this, Neil has to insist that Hope keep away from her father. She is devastated.

[Anna] informs Roman that the tunnel still leads to the secret room in the ex-DiMera mansion and Roman excitedly relays the information to Bo. He sets up a place to meet with him and the two formulate a new plan of attack.

Masquerading as a workman, Roman meets Bo at a warehouse and tells him to plant a bug in Alex Marshall's study via the tunnel entrance from Doug's Place on the lake. His mission successfully completed, Bo exits through Doug and Julie's wine cellar, bumping into Hope. Emotionally distraught from having several conflicts with a still vindictive Julie, Hope convinces Bo that it is safe for them to talk since her sister is upstairs sleeping. But no sooner does she ask him if he still loves her, than a steaming Julie comes bounding downstairs demanding to speak with Bo. With sympathy for Doug's grave condition, Bo takes full responsibility for the unfortunate situation. "Then why don't you have the sense to stay away from here, from all of us!" Julie shouts. Guarding his temper and checking his passion for Hope, Bo realizes it is best if he does stay away from Hope... for now.

Back to "business", Bo safely retrieves the first tape from the secret room and Roman gets almost violent when he hears that Alex has some sort of plan for Marlena. Bo jets off to get the next tape and runs into Hope again but is too busy to talk. Even though she's still anguished and guilt-ridden over her father's health, Hope is more in love with Bo than ever.

While deep in his research, Roman is startled by a man who enters the apartment with his own key and is forced to knock him out. Scrambling to put on another disguise, Roman yells for Anna to hurry out of the shower. Bo finally arrives and gives the secret "Marvin Pepper" code, but a stranger answers the door. He's never heard of any Marvin Pepper...

Although Bo is touched by Hope's devotion to him, he regrets to inform her that their timing is wrong. "It's too soon for a commitment. Besides," he says breaking her heart, "we're like oil and water." Hope's dreams of a future with Bo are shattered but Larry is right there to wipe her tears. After visiting Doug, Bo is fully able to understand the extent of the problems he's creating between Hope and her family. He concludes that he may back out of the relationship for good. Finally getting to see her dad, a sorrowful Hope decides to stop seeing Bo if it will make Doug well again. Seeing the pain Hope's in, Doug later tells Julie he hopes someday they will not discover they were wrong about Bo.

As if his troubles with the Williamses aren't enough, Bo has to contend with a suspicious Marlena and Eugene, who are convinced he is aiding Roman. Marlena and Eugene pursue Bo in their car but the tables are turned when he discovers the tail and follows them back to Marlena's. Losing his temper, Bo insists that Gene get off his back. But when Bo leaves, Gene follows him again and Bo has to miss linking up with Roman to ensure that Roman's cover won't be blown.

Alex tells Gwen he wishes Anna was back in town - strictly for business purposes. His money is still disappearing and he needs her conniving expertise. Behind the secret panel, Bo's recorder picks up the conversation. Bo then dashes off to his brother with the tape.

Finally linking up safely with Roman hidden in a Trappist monastery, Bo plays the tape and Roman realizes he can release Anna. He plans to send her to Europe, wary that she might inadvertently let the Salem police in on his survival techniques. In love with her ex-husband, Anna protests. [...] On the road back to Salem, Bo is pulled over for speeding and arrested for possessing an illegal firearm - a felony offense!

(Airdates: January 2, 1984 - January 13, 1984)