#that’s why the reason he uses to explain arthur why he was so scared to tell him makes so much sense

[dollopole]

“You would have chopped my head off.”

What was the first thing Merlin saw, as soon as he arrived in Camelot?

An innocent man, who had practiced magic, and whose head had been chopped off in front of the entire town.

No matter how Uther decided to kill those with magic, the nightmare that Merlin brought with him, for more than ten years was the first one he witnessed as soon as a young man he came to Camelot.

He had been so frightened that the man on the chopping board could be him to the point that no matter what he had witnessed, that was still his greatest fear:

Merlin was scared his head could have been cut off.

[keitorin3]

Short: Finding Merlin

Arthur: What do you mean you can't find Merlin?

Leon: I mean we can't find him, Sire. We've asked all the servants and before you ask, yes we've checked the Tavern.

Arthur: *Paces* Then search the forests I want him found understood!?

Leon: Yes Sire. *Walks out the door but hears the King mutter*

Arthur: *mutters* Idiot thinks he can escape this marriage... Ha just wait until I show him his wedding robes, he'll look like a noble and absolutely hate it. 👰🏻‍♂️

Leon: *suffers and leaves quickly*

Gwaine: So what did the princess do this time?

Leon: Apparently he gave Merlin his mother's sigil awhile back and Merlin only just found out, thanks to Gwen, what a noble offering a sigil means to their intended.

Gwaine: No way! The princess proposed marriage to Merlin without even telling him?!

Leon the long suffering: Indeed. Merlin is a commoner and while he has improved since he first arrived here, he still doesn't know all the intricacies of nobility.

Gwaine: So Merlin got mad and went off to who knows where?

Leon: It would seem.

Gwaine: How long do we have before his royalness starts going off to find Merlin himself?

Random Servant: *Shouts* The King is gone!

Gwaine: ... 😅

Leon: ... 😭

Merlin: *Returns dragging an unconscious and dirty Arthur on horseback*

Gwen: Oh, what happened? Did you get attacked? Are you both OK? Where have you been Merlin? Everyone has been looking for you.

Merlin: I'm ok Gwen, I went to talk about something important. Nothing bad happened, I left a note with Gaius on where I went.

Elyan: Ah, he got called on an emergency birth with one of the down town ladies, hasn't been back yet.

Merlin: *Huffs* And so that was reason for this idiot to go off and start a kingdom wide hunt for me? The Dollphead...

Gwen: *sigh* We did try to tell him he was being a bit paranoid. But he thought after your argument on the sigil he might have scared you off... *Looks to the unconscious King resting on the horse* What happened to him?

Merlin: Pfft, *smirks* the King fainted.

Elyan: He... Fainted...

Merlin: Yup. I found the idiot riding like a madman and when he finally calmed down enough to actually listen to me I told him I just went off to talk with Kilgharrah and Aithusa.

Gwen: Ok, that explains where you went, but then what happened to make Arthur faint?

Merlin: Aha, well... 😅

[BEFORE, IN THE FOREST]

Arthur: So what was it that you need to talk to dragons for? Did you get your answers? *Trying and failing not to stare at Merlin while walking beside him*

Merlin: Hmm I did *Reaches out to grasp Arthur's hand and paused their walking*

Arthur: Merlin?

Merlin: *Breathes deeply before taking something from his pocket and into Arthur's hand*

Arthur's heart dropped when he felt a round shape of a coin and it showed in his eyes what he believes this to be.

Merlin: *Noticed Arthur's sudden sad mood, rolled his eyes* Dollphead, opened your hand before jumping to conclusions! 🙄

Arthur: *Opens hand* Wait, is this...

Merlin: *Squirms and fidgets* I wanted to ask Kilgharrah about Dragon Lord Courting triditions. And well, he wasn't too informed in that but knew of Dragon Lords giving a Dragon scale as gifts and I asked Aithusa for one of hers, being her Dragon Lord after all... And well he said I could shape it, so I used my magic to carve it and well, being a dragon lord and you a Pendragon I thought why not Twin dragons?

In Arthurs hand was a white-silver sigil that shines faintly with Twin dragons circling each other and behind them he recognises the druids triskel symbol.

Arthur: *In Awe and too speechless for words*

Merlin: It also is embedded with my magic and acts like a... Connection between us. I'll be to find you as long as you have it and you'll be able to find me. My magic would guide you. Maybe then you won't have to go on a kingdom wide search for me. *Laughs*

Arthur: *Smiles* Heh, so a Merlin Finder? About time, do you know how hard it is to find idiot warlocks lately?

Merpin: *Smiles fondly* Prat.

Merlin: *Looks serious* That's not all either. Arthur, your a prat and a dollop head. I know I tell you you're always a bit thick in the head but I never knew how much until I realised the significance of your mother's sigil. You had to go about proposing to me in the most infuriating way without even telling me.

Merlin: But I know more then anyone how good of a man you are, how much you work to be fair to your people. And the thought of you having those kind of feelings for me was too good to be true. Because I would have said yes. Always I'd say yes. I feel like I was born to love you Arthur. Prophecys and destiny may play a part, but I would always chose you.

Arthur: *Dumbfounded*

Merlin: *Rolls his eyes* I'm proposing cabbagehead. I'll marry you. ❤️💍

Arthur: ... 😳🤯💞 *Faints and falls into a puddle*

Merlin: ...

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Merlin: *Blushes with a laugh* I accepted his proposal. He ended up going into shock after and fell over into a small puddle.

Gwen: Oh! 😃 Merlin I'm so happy for you!

Elyan: Yeah, cheers mate. *Mutters to himself* Thank god all the pining is over.

Arthur: *Wakes up* I had the most fantastic dream! Merlin gave me a sigil and accepted my proposal~!

Merlin: *Speaks from the fireplace* It wasn't a dream Arthur!

Arthur: 😍 You love me! 💖

Merlin: 🙄❤️ *Walks up and kisses Arthur* Yes I do.

Arthur: 💘🥴💕 Merlin Loves me~! Merlin will marry me~

Merlin: *Fond and in love* 🥰

The (Merlin's) Knights: FINALLY!

Castle Servants: FINALLY!

All of Camelot: FINALLY!

Kilgharrah: The two halves have finally become one.

Aithusa: *Chirps*

[nathaslosthershit]

Red, White, and Williams' Blue (LS2)

(Part 4 of the Blind Item Series)

Summary: What happens when the American driver gets outed for dating one of Monaco's It girls who also happens to be the younger sister to one of the Ferrari drivers?

She had feared telling her brothers. She knew they would be mad. Not because they didn’t like Logan, they really didn’t know him, but she was sure they would love him in no time. But because she had sat through lecture upon lecture from her family about never dating a motorsport driver. Their logic was that they could never give her a stable life she deserved and knew she wanted. She was already stressed every race weekend praying Charles and Arthur would be okay, they had lost enough loved ones in the past, why add another? That was till she met Logan. The Florida native was unlike many she had met. He was kind, quiet, not starstruck by her last name, and very, very handsome. She was proud to be with him and was excited to eventually go public but she first needed her family to know.

When she saw the tweet, she practically felt the color drain from her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Tears threatened to fall when she thought of how betrayed her family must feel.

She knew she had to see them.

Quickly calling Logan to tell him what happened, as he always tried his best to stay off social media, she tells him to meet her at her mom’s house, as they had been vacationing in Monaco so she could visit family (although no one had known he was there as well).

Luckily, her mom seemed to be none the wiser when she got there, happily greeting her daughter and telling her to come in. When she entered though, she could tell her brothers had seen the photo.

“Ah, look who decided to come visit unannounced today, got anything to tell us?” Charles asked in a snippy tone.

“I am surprised your boyfriend isn’t with you. You two seem to be very close considering a photo of you two making out went viral.” Arthur added with just as much disdain

“Both of you, grow up. We don’t need to start a fight.” Enzo jumped in.

“What do you all mean? What boyfriend?” Pascale asked, confused why her children, who never spoke to each other like this, were being so sharp with each other. 

“Look, this isn’t how I wanted this to go. I wanted to tell you all but it was so new and I didn’t feel the need to say anything until it got serious. The last thing I needed was for Charles to have an enemy on the grid if it didn’t last, and by the time it turned serious I was too scared because of how long I waited.” She explained. As she did this, Enzo showed his mother the tweet that started it all. 

“You are our sister, we want to know what is going on in your life. This is a big thing to be hiding. I race with him! Admittedly, I don’t know him well enough but I do know enough about drivers in general to not want you to have to deal with them, let alone date them.” Charles said.

“It is unfair of you to keep this a secret from your family. You don’t get to make the decision about how we will feel about something for us.” Enzo added.

“I know that! Don’t you understand this wasn’t done with malicious intent? I have sat through enough talks with you guys to know how you'd feel if I dated a driver and while I hadn’t envisioned it happening, it did. I am happy with Logan and I am sorry you found out this way but I am not sorry for dating him. If you can’t be happy for me then I have no reason to be here.” She said, exacerbated. She started for the front door, ignoring her family’s protests. As she opened the door she was met with her very confused and concerned American boyfriend who was just a second away from knocking on the door. 

She was about to grab his arm and drag him off when her mom finally got to her, asking her to come back so they could have a productive conversation this time. She would have said no and continued on, but her mom greeted Logan sweetly and invited him in. She knew his southern manners would stop him from declining, especially when this was his first meeting with her mother. So, reluctantly, she followed him back inside.

Under different circumstances, she would have laughed at the shock on her brothers’ faces as Logan entered, their mother’s arm wrapped around his as she dragged lead him in. 

“We are going to start over, and you three are going to be hospitable to our guest.” Was all Pascale said as she let go of Logan and stared her three boys down. 

No one knew what to say, the uncomfortable look on Logan’s face hurt her to see, as she was the reason he was here, she had needed him and he had come rushing, no questions asked. 

“Well, I would have rather met you before I saw a picture of you making out with my sister blasted all over social media.” Arthur teased, getting a smack on the back of the head by Charles. It wasn’t necessarily unkind, his words didn’t drip with anger or disgust, okay maybe a little bit of disgust, but that was a start. 

“I apologize for that, I can promise you that however grossed out or uncomfortable you are doesn’t even come close to the amount of embarrassment I feel so I am atoning for my actions.” Logan joked. She could see how embarrassed he truly was though, he was a private person in most respects, minus his taste for showing off his abs, this was far too much for him. 

Luckily, her family laughed at that. But she could tell that they were about to get serious again.

“Are you good to her?” Charles asked.

“I think that's a question for her to answer.” Logan replied. She gave him a mental high five for that response, knowing it would please her family.

“He is amazing. He is kind and very gentlemanly.” She answered.

“I think that photo would suggest otherwise, his hands are far too low. But I am glad to hear that” Enzo teased. 

After a few more tense minutes of interrogation, her brother’s seemed to back off, content with his responses. 

“How are you two going to handle all the gossip?” Arthur asked.

She hasn’t thought of how she would address the rest of the world, too preoccupied with her family. Dred filled her again once she realized all she still had to do.

“Maybe you guys could help us with that?” Logan said, an idea already formed. 

logansargeant

logansargeant Whoops, sorry about that folks ✌🏻

charles_leclerc added to their story

charles_leclerc Yes we are aware this boy is dating our sister and we approve…somewhat. 

A/N: I had to add the last photo of Logan and i am not sorry. Love y'all

Part 2: Oh Brother(s) - If you want more of this duo (and her annoying brothers)

[carlottawllms]

Trustfall

Mason Mount x Reader Angst-ish / Fluff Word Count: 5.4K

Flashbacks in cursive TW: brief mentions of toxic relationships (nothing graphic or detailed)

My writer’s block makes me question every single thing I write atm, so I’m not entirely sure what to think of this one, but I’m hoping you’ll like it!

As always, feedback is very much appreciated! And now, enjoy 🩷

You’d never thought that a single person could change not only your whole life, but also you as a person. But then, you’d experienced it twice.

The first relationship you’d ever been in had been a toxic one. Not straight from the beginning, no, cause when you’d met Arthur, he’d been a gentleman, a total sweetheart. He’d made you fall for his charms and good looks; he’d worshipped the ground you walked in and showered you in love. Until he hadn’t anymore.

You hadn't really noticed it for a long time. Or rather simply ignored the red flags and tried to convince yourself that it would change again, that he only did it because he loved you and was scared of losing you. Your family and friends had voiced their concerns, but you hadn't listened to them. And just like that, Arthur had changed you over the timespan of weeks and months. Made you into someone you weren't.

It had taken a very long time until you’d understood that things couldn’t keep going that way and with the help of friends and family, you’d broken up with him.

But even after that break-up, your nightmare had been far from over. Distraught by everything that had happened, you’d had huge problems building trust with people. You’d even distrusted friends who’d been by your side for years, and even if they understood why, you could feel how hurt they’d been.

A year after you’d ended things with Arthur and had made amends with your friends, you’d met Mason. He’d been a good friend of a friend of yours and said person had introduced you to him at a birthday party.

Mason had been nothing, but kind and he’d never made the impression of having bad intentions, but your guard had been so high up, you’d distrusted him from the very first second. He was a footballer and although nothing was wrong with that, their reputations weren’t the best. It was superficial and probably nothing but magazines begging for attention, but his species was constantly portrayed as notorious cheaters.

You’d had a small argument that same evening as you’d said things you regretted today, and Mason had felt judged prematurely. But one of your friends had taken him to the side and explained briefly why you’d reacted that way and from the corner of your eye you’d observed how his gaze had softened.

After that birthday, he’d asked you out a couple of times, but you’d said no every single time. You’d rejected him over and over again, but Mason had never given up. He’d been persistent and eventually, you’d agreed to going out with him for a coffee.

Despite your hesitation, you’d gotten along well and whilst part of you’d wanted to go out with him again, you’d known you couldn’t. Mason was big on PDA; his love language was touch and that had scared the shit out of you.

Arthur had used it for manipulation. He’d never physically hurt you, but with his touches he’d more often than not managed to convince you of things you’d never actually wanted.

One afternoon, after you’d ghosted Mason a little, he’d shown up in front of your door and at the sight of him with a small bouquet of flowers in his hand and a fond smile on his face, you’d crumbled:

“Mason?” To say you were surprised to see him in front of your door would be an understatement. You’d ignored him – well his messages – for the past three days for a reason and you’d thought he’d gotten the hint, but apparently, he hadn’t.

“Hi, y/n.”, he greeted you quietly, a small version of his beautiful signature smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I erm…I know you never messaged me back, but we got along so well, and I didn’t want to just give up on you, you know?”

“Mason, I erm…” You didn’t know how you were supposed to even begin to explain what was going on and with him right in front of you know, your heart was beating out of your chest.

The hope was visible in his big brown eyes, but you could also detect a hint of disappointment at your lack of happiness about seeing him and it broke your heart. He was a sweetheart, deep down you knew that, but after building your walls so high, it wasn’t that easy anymore.

“I brought you these, too.” Hesitantly, Mason took another step until he was right in front of you. A small bouquet of your favourite flowers in all your favourite colours in his hand. “I was hoping maybe we could talk and- y/n, hey, don’t cry please.”

“I…I…I can’t do this Mason.”, you choked as tears fell down your cheeks. “Plea...please just…leave.”

“What? No. y/n, I’m not leaving you like this. C’mon, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Mason reached out in an attempt to comfort you, but when you immediately took a step away from him, he pulled his hand back in an instant.

“I…I…Mason…I don’t…”, you tried, but the sobs wrecking your body were too powerful to fight and despite you pushing him away, Mason carefully stepped past you and managed to slowly pull you along into your living room where you eventually flopped onto your sofa.

With your face hidden away in your hands, you tried to regain your composure, but the fact Mason was sitting right next to you, leaving a deliberate space between the two of you, made it incredibly difficult. He’d come here despite you ignoring him, he respected your space and yet, he hadn’t left you on your own when you were at your worst.

“I…I’m not what…what you’re looking for.”, you sobbed. “I…I can’t do all…all these touchy things, I…Mason I have so much baggage and…and I don’t want…I’d be a burden and…”

“Hey, don’t say that y/n.”, Mason whispered. He carefully got up from his position beside you and knelt down in front of you, dying to touch you, but after what you’d said it would probably upset you even further, so he kept his hands in his lap. “C’mon, love, look at me.”

When your teary gaze eventually found his, Mason’s heart dropped into his stomach. Pure sadness and fear shone in your beautiful eyes, pulling at his heartstrings.

You hadn't told him much about your past that had made you the person you were today, but he had enough pieces of the puzzle together to understand that things that seemed so easy for him were incredibly challenging for you. But the time he’d spent with you – even if it hadn’t been much so far – had taught him that you were worth it.

You were worth fighting for, you were worthy of an easy life full of love and he wouldn’t give up trying for you.

“You, y/n, could never be a burden, okay? You are this incredible and beautiful person and I get that you don’t like yourself very much right now, but it doesn’t have to be like this forever. I know you don’t really trust me and that’s okay, y/n, but please give me the chance to prove, that I mean it. I want to earn your trust and I don’t care how long it takes, you know?”

With the sleeves of your hoodie, you wiped the tears from your face. His words sparked a tiny something deep inside of you, but you couldn’t convince yourself to give in.

“Mason, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”, you sighed as fresh tears welled up in your eyes. “You’re so into touch and I can’t give you that, I just…it’s difficult for me and I can’t just snap my fingers, and everything is fine. It might never be fine, I might never be okay with everything you need and-“

“I don’t think it’s you who gets to decide what I need, hm?”, he chuckled quietly. “I told you I’m willing to wait, y/n, to give you all the time you need and to earn your trust until you’re ready for touch and whatever else there is.”

“But you love touch.”, you pouted sadly, knowing how natural it came to him.

“Yeah, I do, but is that more important than spending time with you and talking to you and getting to know you? Obviously not, y/n. It might take me a moment to get used to it, cause it’s so natural to me, but I can live without all of that. But in a few years’ time, I don’t want to look back, thinking what if, you know? We can take it slow. As slow as you want to, okay? Please don’t push me away, y/n. Give me the chance to be what you deserve.”

It hadn't been easy for you because everything in your head had been screaming don't do it, but a little part of your heart had fallen in love with Mason's words and his caring nature and as crazy as it sounded, that little part had actually won, and you’d agreed to another date with him.

Parts of Mason reminded you of Arthur and the way he’d charmed his way into your heart, but then there was this big chunk of Mason that was so incredibly different to your ex. Arthur would’ve never gone through so much trouble for you. He would’ve never tried again if you’d ignored him like that. He would’ve left the moment you'd made it as difficult for him as for Mason now.

And for the date, Mason had made it one out of the public eye. With the ulterior motive of showing you more of himself and starting his mission to prove himself to you, he’d invited you to his home and cooked for you.

The second date was followed by a third and that quickly turned into a fourth. And even in between those days, you’d kept in touch; talked a lot on facetime, shared messages and from day to day it became easier to let him in.

It had still taken you a while, but not as long as you’d thought because Mason had made it easy for you. He’d never pressured you; never tried anything, but instead he’d given you all the time in the world. He’d waited for you to make the first step and then he’d simply followed.

You could vividly remember the first time you’d grabbed his hand in public:

Over the month you’d been dating already, Mason and you had developed the habit of taking walks in the late afternoons to watch the sun set on the horizon and spend some quality time together without being watched by too many eyes.

It was a bit of a chilly afternoon as, after a rather long walk, you sat down on one of the benches around the small lake in Painshill Park.

“It’s so beautiful.”, you sighed as you let your gaze wander over the landscape. The setting sun was reflected in the water, the surface of which was becoming increasingly turbulent as the wind picked up and although you felt a little cold, you weren’t ready to leave yet.   

Mason was bound to leave for an away game in the Champions League and whilst you couldn’t really place the feeling yet, you knew you didn’t like the idea of him being that far away and too busy to talk to you as much as he normally would.

“It really is.”

From the corner of your eye, you observed Mason for a moment. The way he sat there, staring at the water and enjoying the time he got to spend with you with a soft smile on his lips. He was handsome at the best of times, but when he looked like this, peaceful and at ease, he was just absolutely gorgeous.

It was something that made you feel a little insecure at times. He could have anyone, so why you of all people? But then again, you reminded yourself that he was making as much time as possible for you and not for anyone else. He could have had it easy, but he had chosen the difficult path and had never deviated from it.

You didn't know why you out of all people, but you knew that he deserved an honest chance.

Your heart was racing in your chest, threatening to burst your ribcage and you were close to chickening out, but this one time, you wanted to be brave. You wanted him to know that it was worth it, that you were indeed worth it.

And with one final deep breath, you reached your shaking hand out and grabbed his.

Mason froze on the spot, his heart skipping a few beats before it appeared to be bursting in his chest. Slowly, he turned his head, gaze settled on your joined hands before he locked his eyes on yours and when you smiled at him timidly, almost unsure of yourself, he threaded his fingers through yours and squeezed your hand.

For everyone else, it probably seemed to be a tiny thing, nothing more than a couple holding hands, but for you it was a huge deal and Mason knew that and for the first time it felt as if you were slowly, but surely accepting and reciprocating his love language.  

“Thank you, Mase.”, you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder. “For accepting me the way I am and giving me the time I need. I really appreciate it.”

Mason just squeezed your hand, too overwhelmed to actually say something and despite fearing he was pushing his luck, he brushed a barely-there kiss on top of your head.

After that evening in the park, things had relaxed further between you two. Not in the sense that you’d been constantly touching him, but ever since that first time, it had felt natural to hold his hand while watching TV or playing with his fingers whenever you had the chance to and one evening, you’d even been brave enough to snuggle into his side, searching for more of the calmness his touch and presence brought.

However, up until that point, you’d kept it behind closed doors. Not because you didn’t want other to see or because you wanted to hide your relationship, but because you were terrified of the others picking up on it and starting to be more open with touching you too.

But only a few days after the moment in the park, even that would change. Not that you’d had that on your bingo card, but the feeling of safety he provided gave you the bravery you needed to get over yourself and do things that had always seemed impossible.

You’d both been invited to a small gathering with friends at Luke’s and whilst you’d been hesitant to go, Mason had assured you it would be fine. He hadn’t told you specifically, but you were sure he’d told his friends that touch was a big deal for you, meaning hugs and everything coming close to it were off the table and whilst at first it had made you feel a little more at ease, now that you were about to knock at Luke’s front door, it made you feel a little uncomfortable.

What if his friends thought you were all weird? What if they-

The way Mason’s hand tightened around yours pulled you from your thoughts. “y/n?”

“Yeah?” With a brave smile on your lips, you tilted your head up to look at him.

“We can leave whenever you want to, okay?”

His big brown eyes stared straight into yours, worry and concern clearly visible on his features, and the way his lips were pulled into a fond smile had warmth rushing through your body.

“Thank you, Mase.”, you whispered, a little overwhelmed from the loving expression in his eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will be.”, he chuckled quietly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You froze for a second, still not used to how affectionate he was with you, but quickly reminded yourself that it was Mason and that it was okay. “But come and find me when you want to, okay?”

“I promise you.”, you smiled and in a split-second decision, you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s knock. Otherwise, they’ll think I’m even weirder than I already am."

“No one thinks you’re weird.”, Mason laughed, pulling you into his side before knocking. “Well, maybe I do, but they don’t have to know that.”

“Hey!”, you complained jokingly as you hit his chest in jest, noticing once again how easy it was to be with him.

Your worries that Mason's friends might not like you were quickly put to rest, as the moment you’d been introduced to everyone, Anouska had simply whisked you away and integrated you into her girl friend’s circle as if you’d always been part of it.

Her friends were incredibly welcoming and happy to get to know you and whilst normally you struggled with opening up and making friends, you found yourself enjoying the evening way more than you’d thought you would. Your little group talked about everything and nothing, joked about how difficult their boyfriends could be and although they probably didn’t know anything about your and Mason’s relationship, they didn’t prod, but waited for you to tell things on your own accord.

It had been a long time that you’d felt this at ease around so many and especially new people.

For the majority of the evening, you hung out with the girls. Mason had come over once or twice under the guise of wanting to ‘be part of the girl’s stuff’, whilst actually he’d just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He’d shot you an apologising look when you’d whispered to him that he didn’t have to mother you, but by the cheeky smile on your face, he’d been able to tell that you’d simply been messing with him a little as you did appreciate the way he so openly cared about you.

The clock was close to striking 11 when you started to get a little tired. Everything about today had been new and whilst it had been more than exciting, it was becoming a little exhausting too and you needed a bit of a break.

“I’ll join Mase for a bit.”, you announced with a smile and when they all nodded and told you to speak again later, you got up and slowly walked over to where Mason seemed to be in deep conversation with Luke.

You didn’t really want to interrupt them, as their time off the pitch was limited as well, but after having spent all evening with new people, you longed for some familiarity and Mason’s calming presence and whilst you were still debating whether of not to go over, Mason had noticed you already.

He could see the uncertainty in your eyes, clocking on to how unsure you were if he was okay with you interrupting his conversation, so with his head tilted a little, he sent you a reassuring smile. And like just about always, it made your heart skip a few beats.

His smile was one of your favourite features of his. It could light up any room – especially your heart though – and whenever it grazed his lips, he radiated that little bit more warmth than he did anyway.

“Hello you.”, he said softly the moment you found your spot in front of him. “You’re alright?”

“Yeah, just a little tired.”, you nodded, not noticing how Luke discreetly moved away to give you some space. “They’re all very nice, just needed a bit of a break for a moment.”

Mason, who, in a constant need of knowing you were okay, hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you the whole evening, breathed out in relief. Deep down he’d realised very early on that you were enjoying yourself but hearing it from you and seeing the happiness shining in your eyes relieved a heavy weight from his chest.

He focused on the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled up at him, your cheeks slightly rosy from the tiredness taking over, but the way you looked so happy made him all giddy. He’d known you’d get along well with his friends and their partners, but to see it with his own eyes was something else.

When you’d come over, you’d simply wanted to talk to him a little, to ease the exhaustion in your mind, but now that he was right in front of you, you couldn’t help but long for something else. After everything he’d done; after the weeks he’d spent earning your trust by giving you the time and space you needed, without ever putting any kind of pressure on you, he deserved a little more too.

He deserved something that showed him just how much you appreciated everything he’d done and how much you trusted him already. Not once had he given you the feeling of not being good enough and now it was on you to show him that he was good enough too.

Mason froze to the spot when you stepped closer and it took him a moment to wrap his head around what was happening as you cuddled into his body, arms circling his waist and head finding a home on his chest, but the moment you let out a deep breath of relief and snuggled further into his shirt, he eventually reciprocated the hug and pulled you flush against him.

His heart was beating out of his chest, threatening to burst his ribcage and he was sure you could feel it thundering against your cheek, but you simply melted a little more into him as one of his hands began to run up and down your spine.

Cuddling had become somewhat normal over the last couple of days, but he’d never thought you were comfortable enough to show it with other people around.

For a while you simply stood there, wrapped up in each other’s arms and enjoying the embrace and the comfort it brought you both.

A couple of months back, you’d never thought you’d open up to anyone ever again, thinking you’d stay by yourself to safe yourself from heartbreak, but Mason had put it all into perspective. It had been one bad guy, one person who’d broken your heart and used you, but that didn’t mean that everyone was like that.

He had been a lesson. A lesson to be more careful, to recognise your own worth and to choose carefully who was worth being a part of your life.

And when there was one person worth of being in your life, then it was Mason. The most thoughtful, patient, caring and loving person you’d ever met. The epitome of a good person.

Your person.

Filled with comfort and love, you carefully tipped your head back and rested your chin on his chest to look at him and when his eyes locked on yours and you could spot the shimmer of tears in his, you squeezed him gently.

You were about to say something, when a jaw escaping your lips caused Mason to laugh quietly. “Want me to bring you home?”

“I erm…”, you dropped your gaze to his chest in hesitation. There was nothing to worry about, but the thought of him saying no was still nagging in the furthest corner of your brain. “Do you think I could stay at yours?”

It was as if you’d dropped a bomb, leaving Mason speechless. You watched his lips part in surprise and the way he gulped was nothing short of heavy and made you feel a little anxious, but his arms squeezing you tightly reassured you that little bit.

Mason felt pathetic when you reached out to wipe the stray tear that rolled down his cheek, but you staying over at his was such a big deal and the fact you’d asked him to out of nowhere had simply overwhelmed him in the best way possible. It meant that you trusted him enough to let your guard down completely, to be at your most vulnerable around him and he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d eventually made it to the summit of your heart.  

“I erm…”, he croaked, trying to keep the rest of his tears at bay. “Of course you can. I’d love for you to stay over, y/n.”

Carefully, he pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers just about brushing your soft skin and when goosebumps erupted all over it, he softly cupped your cheek.

From the way he was looking at you, you could tell that he really wanted to kiss you and whilst you’d envisioned a different place for your first kiss, you really wanted to feel him too, so instead of overthinking it like you always did, you made the first move, bringing your face a little closer to his, and when Mason dipped down to meet your lips, you didn’t pull away, but instead let him kiss you softly.

It was your first kiss in a rather long while, the very first one with Mason and it was the most perfect kiss you’d ever had. He was gentle, downright hesitant but when you kissed him back, he sighed softly, before applying a little more pressure.

His head was spinning, and he was sure that this one taste was enough to be addicted to you and the feeling of your lips against his, but from the way you didn’t part from him, he could tell that you felt the same.

After that evening, things had developed further, and things had become a lot easier for the both of you. Now that Mason knew you trusted him entirely, he was a lot more relaxed around you and the way you were more physical and open with him encouraged him to be the same around you.

Whilst he was still a little scared of overstepping and making you uncomfortable, he didn’t shy away from hugging you from behind when you were in the bathroom removing your make-up. Neither did he held back when it came to pinching your bum or kissing you randomly and you showing him the same amount of love kept reassuring him as the days went by.

And for you?

Well, after everything you’d been through with him, you could finally be sure that he wasn’t worthy of just your trust, but also your love. You’d told him you loved him a few weeks after that evening at Luke’s and ever since that moment, things were simply perfect.

You loved being around him, holding his hand, hugging and kissing him and whilst you’d never thought it was possible, sex with Mason was simply amazing too. He cared about your feelings, about you as a person and made sure to tell you every day.

He worshipped you as much as you worshipped him.

And now, four months into your relationship, you’d eventually asked him to meet your family. Mason had been bricking it ever since you’d told him, knowing that after your awful ex, your family had become wary when it came to men in your life.

When you’d arrived a few hours ago, your family had welcomed him kindly, but you’d both been able to read the hesitation in their eyes. Mason’s hand had tightened its hold on yours ever so slightly in fear, but after they’d all warmed up to each other, the doubts had slowly but surely been washed away.

Your dad had pulled you aside not too long ago and told you that he really liked Mason and that the way he looked at you like you’d hung the moon made it obvious just how much he cared about you. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug and with a kiss to your head he’d said that he couldn’t have asked for a better person to be by your side.

Now it had gotten a little late and you’d moved to the living room. You were cuddled up to Mason, with his arm around you and your head on his chest as you listened in to him talking to your brother.

With the nerves having kept you on edge all day long, everything about today had been more exhausting that you’d thought it would be and you’d become a little sleepy, so you snuggled a little more into your boyfriend’s body, willing to pay attention to his and your brother’s conversation, but soon enough his steady heartbeat against your cheek and the soft rumbling of his chest whenever he chuckled, had your eyes growing all heavy and it didn’t take long for sleep to take over.  

Mason had noticed a while ago that you’d gone all soft on top of him, basically melted into his body and from your shallow breaths he could tell that you’d fallen asleep on him.

For the first time ever when others were around and as he looked down, a peaceful expression on your beautiful face, he couldn’t help but squeeze you a little. The realisation of how much he loved you was so overwhelming sometimes and he didn’t know where to put all of these huge emotions.

“Oh, look at her.”, your mum suddenly cooed. A smile grazing her features at the way her daughter had nodded off. “That’s never happened before, I think.”

“Hm?”

“She’s never fallen asleep on someone else before.”, she explained. “At least not when others are around. She never told me why, but she must trust you a lot, Mason. Otherwise, this would’ve never happened.”

Never having been good at accepting compliments, Mason dropped his head shily. In an attempt to hide his blushed cheeks, he dropped a kiss to your head and when you subconsciously snuggled even further into him, fuzziness spread through his whole body.

“I’m just so lucky to have her.”, he whispered, the tips of his fingers just about brushing the warm skin of your cheek. “I know it’s not been easy for her at all, but she’s so special and so wonderful and she deserves everything good in life. I’m so grateful I get to be in her life and I really hope it’ll stay like this forever. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

From the corner of his eye, he watched your mum wiping the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes were focussed on you and the way you looked so peaceful, but it wasn’t until you dad spoke up, that he realised just how much they approved of him.

“I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her, too.”, he said, voice slightly strained. “After everything that happened with Arthur, we didn’t think we’d ever get the old y/n back, but you, son, you brought her back and I don’t think we can ever thank you enough for that.”

Mason gulped. He’d only been able to guess how difficult it must’ve been for your family after all hell had broken loose, but to hear it himself now was something entirely different. It was harder and more emotional, and only made him want to be the one for you forever even more.

“There’s no need to thank me.”, he mumbled, a little overwhelmed himself now. “I just knew straight from the beginning how special she was and that I really wanted – and still want – to spend as long with her as she wants me to, but I’m glad I could have a bit of an impact on her after all the awful things she had to go through. I just want her to be happy.”

“Thank you for taking care of my little girl, Mason. Thank you for loving her the way she deserves to be loved.”

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[demonsword586]

Leviathan Attacker story part 1

(I would like to apoligise. I play the ps version and tumblr doesn't let me post full on dick pics,so no pp😔. Anyway enjoy the 1.part of Levi's attacker story and I shall post more in following days.)

A long wide hallway with soothing classical music and the faint scent of flowers.

The palace of Hades was lofty and beautiful as though showing it's master's prefrences.

Click,click,click...

You hurried through the beautiful corridor as fast as you could without breaking the courtesy.

Right. You were lightly running.

You wanted to take your time exploring the palace which was a work of art in and of itelf,but-

A few hours ago in Gehenna.

Satan: Go and hand him this chest and come back right away. If you're late even in the slightest,I'm going to take everyone and invade Hades.

Sitri: Really?

Satan: Shall I do it now?

Sitri: N-No. His Majesty Satan is a man of his word.

Satan handed you a black chest with about fifty locks and began to fume.

Satan: The bastard had just used something that Gehenna had helped him with before.

Sitri: That bastard being....?

Satan: Leviathan,of course. I shoudn't have acted cool in the moment and said 'I'll grant you one request,whatever it may be'!! Damn it!!!

Ppyong who happened to be next to Satan,got kicked by Satan and disappeared into the sky in a beautiful parabola.

(bg changes to the sky and Ppyong slowly disappearing)

Ppyong: Ppyoooooooooooong~~~~~

(bg going back to Gehenna streets)

Satan: He chose MC to bring this to him...What an impertinent guy...

Satan kept fuming as though he coudn't calm down.

Sitri explained in Satan's place as though he thought his king was incapable of proper conversation anymore.

Sitri: This chest is called <Anti Pandora's box>

Sitri: It's an object that Morgan le Fay had until the end,but it came into Gehenna's possesion when she made a deal with Satan to dethrone king Arthur.

Sitri: His Majesty cherished it because it's a terrible object with the emotions of all hypocrisy.

Sitri: That's why he's raging.

Sitri: I don't want to hand over the < Anti Pandora's box>,but he even made you Solomon as the deliverer,so his Majesty Satan's rage will soon....

Passing devil: Argh,aaaaaahhh~~~~!

Another devil standing near Satan got kicked by Satan and disappearedinto the sky.

Sitri: ...I was going to tell you to get going,because I expected his Majesty's anger would gradate because of his depression...

Satan: That impertinent bastard!!! I'm going to invade Hades!!! ARGHHHH!!!!

Just when the raging Satan was looking for the next devil to kick,someone furtively pushed a teddy bear into Satan's hand. It was Leraye.

Like how Satan kicked everything that touched his feet,he almost instinctively held it separately by it's head and body to rip it when something touched his hand.

Rip--! Riippp!!!

Ppyong: Ehhh!!!

Rubbing his swollen bottom as he returned,Ppyong looked afraid at the brutal sight.

Unlike the scared Ppyong,Leraye was about to happily pick up the body of the teddy bear after Satan fumingly separated its head from its body.

Thwack!!!

Satan also kicked Leraye who had approached into the distance.

(bg changes to Leraye getting kicked)

Leraye: Aaaarghhh!!

Leraye screams of deep joy faded into the distance.

(bg changes back to Hades halls)

MC: (Is the secret to Gehenna devils having bouncy butts indeed because of Satan's kicks...but I'm still a bit scared.)

You could still clearly see Satan raging like a dragon breathing fire and hurried on.

MC:(I'll hand it over and get back quickly!)

You somehow found it difficult to visit Leviathan.

Partly because he was so beautiful and out of this world,but also because you didn't know when he was going to get frustrated and strangle you.

Sometimes,you thought the heavy emotion of sadness and not speaking the same language may be one o the reasons,but there was also a part of you that wanted to see Leviathan after all this time.

In other words,you had ambivalent feelings about meeting Leviathan,like you liked it but didn't like it.

So confirming your emotions was also a reason why you were hurrying your footsteps. And...

Clink,clink,clink!

MC: (I want to put down this omnous black chest that seems to be wriggling and making sounds from a while ago..)

Just then you remembered what Sitri beseeched you again and again before leaving Gehenna.

Sitri: (Never. Never think about opening it. It would be incomparable to opening Pandora's box)

Sitri: (So please. Never open it.)

MC: ( Right. Let's just see Leviathan's handsome face,give him the chest and go back...)

Maybe because you had been lightly running,but you soon researched the hall where Leviathan was faster than you expected.

The gatekeeper recognized you and bowed to say hello.

Then,he was about to open the door for you when he suddenly stopped moving and leaned toward you a little to speak in the quiet voice.

Guard devil: That's the <Anti Pandora's box>! Wait,rather,you're here today..!

MC: Huh? Is today a special day?

Guard devil: It is special in a way...

Guard devil: But take care. I dared give you advice since everyone in Hades like you very much although they pretended not to.

MC: ???

Unable to understand the gatekeeper,you were about to ask back

When he hurriedly opened the door again as though explaining in detail would put him in trouble.

No,he tried to open the door,when he pulled an expression as though he was saying 'I knew it. This won't work.' and added.

Guard devil: Please,don't even thibk about opening that chest.

With the gatekeeper's amxious voice,the door opened.

Creaaak-

(bg changes to Hades throne room)

The massive doors that were like the mouth of Leviathan's monster opened up and revealed a hall as eerily silent as ever.

The dozends of devils filling the halls were bowing a little,standing on either side of the long carpet in the middle.

But even with all those devils breathing at the same time,there was barely an intake of breath let alone a movement.

You walked through them to stand right under Leviathan's throne that was at the end of the hall.

Leviathan: .....

Mc: (He won't even say hi?!)

Leviathan looked down at you with an odd look in his eyes.

His hair, an odd wheat-color mass that looked as if God has made it just for Leviathan,sweapt across his forehead.

And long full lashes cast mysterious shadows over his clear pupils.

Not only that but his shimmering skin which seemed to self-luminiscence in the dark looked beautiful like it had been sprinkled with stardust.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privilaged than anyone else in the universe.

Mc: (Still...is it so hard to say hello?!)

Everyone else would have their tails between their legs when facing an absolute beauty that can crush all logic-but you were diffrent.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privliged than anyone else in the universe.

MC: Leviathan,I'm here. How can't you even say hello? That's sad. Satan told me to give this to you!

When you handed Leviathan the omnious black chest in your hand,the silent hall began to stir.

Subject: Even if she/he is the daughter/son of Solomon,how dare she/he calls his supreme,great Majesty Leviathan by name....!

Subject: Wait,but isn't this the <Anti Pandora's box>! How can that omnious object be here in Hades?!

Subject: That's not the problem! That attitude! It's so unhesitant! It's...yeah....it's basiclly treason!

Subject: Argh! Is that the <Anti Pandora's box>?! I-I should request a day off!!!

The servants who were boisterous as usual became even more boisterous,chatting away at your insolence and the black chest,but you heard none of it.

Leviathan was the only one that concernwd you right now.

Leviathan: .....

Leviathan said nothing in reply and only stared down at you from his throne.

He wasn't staring at Satan's object in your hands.

He was looking solely at you as if he coudn't see the countless devils around him.

Leviathan: .....

MC: (He's not usually talkitive....but today he's just strange!)

Feeling doubious you were about to call Leviathan one more time.

When he stood up from his seat and took off his jacket at the same time.

With nonchalant expression,he rwmoved his outer robe,his arms sliding out of the garment and thrusting his toned chest forward.

At that moment his nipples which were hidden inside the thin shirt jutted out over the shirt,creating small shadows beneath them.

The figure quickly disappeared as he retrached his outstreached chest,but the fleeting sight ytuck in your mind.

You and his subjects all held your breaths for a moment as you watched the garment slide gently off his body.

MC: ( W-What's that? All he's doing is taking off his outer robe...how can he look so vigurous?!)

It was a simple act of 'stripping',but it was so rich and intense that you realized nothing could move a woman's heart like that,even if the most charming man on the planet was flirting with her in a commited way.

Your heart began to race so loudly that thw other devils could hear it and suprisingly,you felt yourself getting wet by the simple act in itself.

As you blushed in secret embarrassment,rhe jacketless Leviathan walked down from his throne and stood before you.

MC: Levia-

Leviathan: Shut up.

Leviathan stopped you and said in a low,mumbled voice.

And then grabbed you by the throat with his thin,pretty hand rhat was larger than it looked as he lifted you off your feet.

MC: Kurgh?!

In an instant,you were strangled and your feet were off the ground,your eyes wide in suprise at the suddwn situation.

MC: Urgh, khgh...

Floating in midair,your eyes met Leviathan's eye level which was taller than you.

It allowed you to look him in the eyes and glare.

MC: ( What is it this time?)

Because you thought of lewd things while looking at Leviathan?

Mc: ( But that's not just me! It's because you look lewd!)

Thinking of things that won't make hjm stare at you in disgust you were about to voiced it out-

MC: (Eh wait. Leviathan's state)

*Leviathan blushes*

You though he was looking down at you indiffrently,but there was an unknown fever in his eyes.

Leviathan's expressions were normally difficult to read,but this time !ou could see his emotions.

MC: (He's...mad..)

You felt a strange mixture of excitment and fear at Leviathan's completly crazy expeession.

But your thoughts coudn't continue.

Leviathan took off his glove from his other hand with his teeth,raised his hand to place it on your chest and slashed down vertically.

With a rip- all your clothes that you were wearing rore in half at knce,splitting into two and falling down.

With Leviathan's single movement,you turned naked in midair,with his hand on your throat.

At the same time all the soldiers and servants in the hall looked away and knelt down.

It was a gesture of loyalty to not covet Leviathan's possesions,a gesture to make this place as empty as possible.

MC: W-What are you doing?

You hurriedly covered your chest.

Soon a devil each stepped out from the back feom the group of devils that stood bisected on either side of the purple carpet.

They moved and kept their eyes averted as though thwy werw determined not to looka t your direction.

Soon the two turned away and slowly,lovjngly began to unbuttoned Leviathan's pants

You saw Leviathan's hardened penis rising above his boxers as his pants were pulled down.

You closed your thighs tightly,embarrassed in your strangled state.

They carefully stripped Leviathan down ro his boxers,then laid them aside and walked back to their positions,heads bowed.

When you opened your eyes,you saw Leviathan' beautiful body that was naked.

At the same time Leviathan's penis was clearly visible as he stood here,uncovered,without pants or boxers.

MC: ( W-Was he that big before?)

Leviathan's beautiful pink penis was somehow as moist and flustured as the corners of his eyes.

You wondered if you were weird for thinking your partner's erect penis was beautiful, even when he was strangling you.

Or if Leviathan was strange for getting hard while strangling you.

The thick smell coming from the lower half of Leviathan body made your mind hazzy.

With you in his grip,Leviathan was soon breathing roughly.

The fact that you were in the hands of a beautiful king who had gone mad was begining to stimulate you.

Leviathan's penis which coudn't have risen any higher,nodded a few more times before starting to ooze a white liquid.

MC: (Is he coming? No...that's something else...)

The liquid that had begun to flow from the tip of Leviathan's penis enveloped the entirety of his penis and eventually dripped on the floor qith a dull sound.

The devil,the biggest beast in mythology - said to be able to even swallow Heaven - is acting like a male in a rut

The crystallization of a male. The essence that only a male can produce,was flowing out of his body like a fountain.

Such that although you only thought about it for a moment,a small puddle has formed on the ground.

You felt that with that amount,there would be no creature that coudn't be fertilized.

No,it was not slowing down any time soon. The liquid was gushing out so much,you coudn't even tell how much of it was there.

MC: (Amazing.)

You thought and with your face dark red from the rushing of blood,licked your lips without realizing it.

Your perverted nature,unrivaled amongs humans,felt happy to be able to witness such a spectacle.

As you reached the limit of your oxygen supply and your eyes began to fall back,you felt a lightning bolt of pleasure strike your wet lower half.

MC: Kurgh...urgh...!!

As you wrapped your arms around Leviathan's neck,unable to control your excitment,his penis jerked highly once more.

And holding you up with his hand,he thrust his wet pillar inside you.

Fwolp!

MC: !!!!

Leviathan's already wet pillar slid unresistingly inside you.

At the same time,the hand holding your throat loosened and the blocked airway opened once again,sending tickling sensations throughout your body.

You trembled at the exploding pleasure for a moment.

Now,you were in Leviathan's arms as his penis penetrated you.

When you looked up,you could see Leviathan looking down at you.

Looking at his face which was still crazy but the most beautiful face you'd ever seen,you quickly looked away in embarrassment.

Leviathan: Don't...be cold...

MC: (What?)

Blankly murmuring incompregensable words,Leviathan held your bottom with his hand and began to walk with his penis inside you.

MC: W-Wait! This position! Ugh...My stomach is filling up!

Leviathan's object continued oozing white liquid and your stomach was filled with his liquid to the point it looked slightly convex.

As he began to walk,you could even hear the sloshing in your gut. And everytime his feet crossed,a gap opened where you were connected to him and white liquid gurgled and leaked out onto the ground.

MC: (Are we Hansel and Gretel?! This is embarrassing!)

Where Leviathan walked,a white path was being made of the liquid that came out of him,went into you and came back out again.

Being around devils filled your perverted mind with pleasure's you never seen or imagined. It was like that again.

Now you began to enjoy it. You had pressed your own button.

MC: Where...Tell me where are we going?...Ah,ughh...I love it...

Leviathan: To somewhere safe.

Leviathan said something you coudn't understand,but watching his mad and beautiful face made you tremble with happiness.

None of the subjects raised thwir heads or criticized you until the moment Leviathan left through the door at the end of the hall.

You left rhat silent,uncanny loyalty behind and began to move,impaled by Leviathan and carried by him.

Feeling his wet pillar entered you even deeper and left you each time Leviathan took a step.

And the slickness of Leviathan's fluid filling your stomach, and the sound of it dripping onto the floor.

[crow-ur-beloved]

various jrwi headcanons because the worms in my brain (potential autism) wont shut up. no real plot spoilers except for one, but its marked :]

the suckening:

shilo is like vampire immunocompromised, which added to the pile of reasons his mom used to keep him inside the castle because she didnt want him to immediately get 37 different diseases and Die. (if vampires can have allergies then id like to think they can also get sick. i dont actually know if thats possible in the vtm system but i dont care they can in my heart)

genderfuck/genderpunk afab emizel. i feel like thats the only label he'd use, if he had to have one. i dont think hed label his sexuality because he wants to be an enigma. but he Definitely likes men.

bizley said in the qna something that can Only let me think of shilo as aromantic. maybe aro And ace... i dont remember what he said exactly aughhgh i wish i did...

shilo fidgets with his hands like all the time. his mother and uncle tried to get him to stop and sit still because it wasnt very princely and whatnot but my boy needs a fidget toy. i think hed go craaaazy with an infinity cube

i feel like me saying arthur bennett is a bisexual doesnt even count as a headcanon like i think thats just a given. i feel like itd be more surprising if i said i thought he was straight. all beautiful beautiful vampire men have to be lgbtq. its the law actually

arthur never officially broke up with mary. mans just Left one day without warning. probably left a note that said "sorry. -arthur" on it. i doubt he had it in him to say goodbye to her face or his reasoning for it (he thought hed inevitably hurt her because of what he is and what he did to the people he loved in the past, because bad luck seems to follow him everywhere... oughh he makes me ill). he definitely used finding a new lead on anya somewhere else in the country as a good reason to dip. at least, as good a reason as it couldve been for him.

maybe controversial but i 100% think arthur and magnus had a one-night stand at the beginning of their relationship, before magnus met jerome, and they never talked about it again and pretend it never happened. cannot explain how real this is to me.

riptide:

ftm chip who 100% innately knew he was a dude since the moment he could think. like when the black rose pirates picked him up, he got confused when they started referring to him as a girl at first. probably never got The Talk from them, so was Very confused when he hit puberty. Reuben reluctantly helped him steal to pay for top surgery.

since tritons live at the bottom of the ocean, they would have eyes that are far more sensitive to light to allow them to see better since little light gets all the way down there. gillion was Immediately blinded by the sun when he surfaced and still gets headaches from how bright it is in the oversea, but they've gotten better the longer he's been up there. tritons are built to adapt to all kinds of conditions, so his eyes have slowly been getting a darker bluish-purple the longer he spends above the ocean; they were originally more of a light blue-grey.

in tandem with the last one, chip thinks hes either going crazy or a bad friend because he Swears gill's eyecolor is different than last week but how could that be possible, thats not just something he can do, right? why would he be able to do that???

if gillion gets knocked onto his back without warning he does that thing that sharks do where they get paralyzed for a bit when they get flipped upside down. its scary because he can see everything but cant do anything. he also definitely forgot to tell chip and jay about this fact and scared the Shit out of them the first time it happened around them.

gillion can also change his sex like some fish can. its the reason he can lay eggs. i think this makes it safe to say genderfluid/nonbinary/generally trans gillion tidestrider is highly possible and even probable in this headcanon. what im saying is t4t fish n chips.

not to headcanon all my favs as trans but i cant help it. it is the highest honor i can bestow upon them. anyways. mtf jay ferin. ava always knew and was the first person jay came out to. jay was also 100% named jayson after her father and went by jay most of her life anyway as a nickname and just decided to stick with it instead of picking anything else. may was always very openly-supportive of her. jayson was as supportive as a generally strict, overbearing, unsupportive-in-everything father can be. jay totally came out to him and the first thing he said to her was something like, "as long as it doesnt interfere with your navy training," and may promptly kicked him under the table and made him say something nice.

kiras trans too btw. she came out before jay and helped jay discover she was trans. and that she liked women.

(spoilers for 109 and beyond) chip can't entirely remember what he looks like. everytime he focuses on the illusion of hiding that hes practically just a skeleton now, it changes just a bit. freckles in the wrong places, the wrong shade of orange for his flame tattoos, too much light in his eyes, too much muscle on his arms. jay notices it but cant bring herself to say anything. she knows the illusion is meant to keep everyone from worrying, but, everytime she sees something off about it, she just remembers what he really looks like underneath, and that somehow feels worse.

blood in the bayou:

all these bitches gay as hell. kian is pan. rands got a lot of internalized homophobia. rolan probably too. its the 80s, man.

apotheosis (haven't finished it yet so idk how true these'll be lol):

agender rumi. godbless.

also rumis a theater kid. he got the lead in every musical he auditioned for because he could literally just shapeshift. theyd make up a new identity and appearance for every role and get to know everyone on the cast and then mysteriously drop off the face of the planet as that person when the production was over and nobody would know it was them.

peter has actually tried All Kinds of things. weed. yoga. multilevel marketing schemes. you name it, big chance hes done it at least once and didnt like it. he doesnt know how he ends up in the situations to try it, either.

[greenerteacups]

The great hormonal storms in book 5 lead me to this ask: let's talk about sex. Or at least sex ed. Does Hogwarts have it (at least in LH'verse)? Is that a nurse duty or a Head of House one? Did Narcissa sit her baby boy down for The Talk, at least to impart how Miss Granger would return to her parents in the same state she left them or at least unimpregnated? Did she outsource that task to Uncle Severus? Did Ron share what his older brothers passed down? What does our favorite victorian-in-spirit know abt sex beyond "lie back and think of the bloodline" and his hormonal daydreams?

I'm l o s i n g it at the idea of Narcissa instructing Draco to leave Hermione "unimpregnated," which, I just — I think the minute she uses those things in the same sentence, Draco hits the road at the speed of Mach Christ. He's gone. He's not here. He's not in the building. Can't have the Sex Talk if you can't fucking catch me, Mom. (For the record, I can fully see Narcissa trying. She's much less prudish than Draco is — gossips about adultery with her 11-y/o son on Christmas morning, references Ye Olde Wilde Times with Lucius, cracks the occasional bawdy joke, etc. — she just doesn't often see the need to discuss it, being aware that Draco, as far as she knows, remains an un-Awakened little Victorian. The Great Granger Debacle of 1995 is likely raising her suspicions there.) That said, Draco knows what sex is; for some reason my mind gravitates to the slightly handwavey answer of "boy's dormitory." I'm picturing him in his four-poster, curtains drawn, pretending to be asleep, while Ron and Harry have a free-ranging, horrifically creative conversation about what Ron thinks sex is (courtesy of the twins). Optimistically, Neville hops in with corrections from Augusta Longbottom's sexual etiquette seminars. Either way, Draco never, ever reveals that he has heard this conversation.

Or, alternatively, he and Theo have a really intense heart-to-heart during that summer before third year, which would do a lot to explain why the two of them are so weird about each other basically for the rest of time. (Raising the question of where Theo/Pansy/Daphne learned it. At age 12, Pansy got an excruciatingly detailed Talk from her mother, who was scared to death of a teen pregnancy pitching their family into ruin; Pansy, deciding it was unfair she had to suffer this and Theo did not, inflicted said Talk on Theo, who was just relieved that he didn't have to ask Sibelius. And Daphne grew up around so many healers that she just badgered them until someone gave in and told her. She's also a stated connoisseur of trashy romance novels, so. Make of that what you will.)

I think that Hogwarts, being modeled in mores and general Vibe from old English boarding schools, probably is not the most forward-thinking with sex ed. I also do believe Severus Snape would sooner jump off a bridge, and I kind of need him for the plot, so I've got to spare him that grave and important duty. Poppy Pomfrey probably gets the question the most of any staff member, and over the years, I think she's honed her answer down to a tight 3 minute-monologue that covers all major topics.

Odds and ends in the same vein:

Hermione gets a sit-down with the Drs. Granger the summer before her thirteenth birthday, so sometime in August, 1992. It is meticulously explained and flawlessly presented, with color-coded diagrams, an index, and a syllabus. It includes a diagnostic chart for common STIs and a spreadsheet on birth control options. Dr. Granger gets excited after a tangent about ovarian cysts and runs to pull out her old copy of Grey's. Hermione spends the whole time fully miserable, wondering why parents couldn't be like, greengrocers or something. (That doesn't stop her from asking questions, obviously.)

Ron, like all Weasley men of his generation, gets a knock on his door sometime around his 14th birthday, and Arthur invites him to "go fishing." This is code for "stand by the river and try to keep a will to live while your dad explains the mechanics of sex, its importance, and the value of waiting until you feel comfortable and safe sharing that level of intimacy with a trusted partner" (sic).

Fred and George got separate talks, because Arthur wanted to emphasize that he sees them as individuals; however, Fred ran back and immediately recounted it all to George, who proceeded to feign extraordinary expertise in it the next morning, to his father's horror.

Ginny's "go fishing" equivalent is Molly taking her out for tea and delivering a well-meant but incoherent combination of abstinence-only sex ed, aggressive body positivity, and highly technical discussions of how to insert a diaphragm. Ginny, who bullied the real story out of Bill years ago, is baffled, and to this day can't say for sure what she was supposed to take away from it.

Harry spends his 14th birthday at the Burrow. Ron and his brothers make a blood pact in advance not to tell him about it, though, so when Arthur invites him out for the day on August 1st, his sole thought is: oh, nice! Can't wait for some fun fishing :)

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Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request a (Fred lives au) Fred Weasley x Muggle!fem!reader where it takes place after the Wizarding War, and Fred is wandering around Muggle London, needing a break from the repairs him and George are making on their shop (that had been badly damaged during the war), wanting fresh air to clear his head. He hears a woman scream, very clearly in danger, and he goes to help her, ending up saving Y/n in a dark alley, him using his powers to do so. Leaving Y/n shook (and still scared about the situation). He makes the bad guys (who are also muggles) forget about him using magic, and while he wishes he didn’t have to make Y/n forget as well, as she’s currently clinging to him in shock after he saved her, he still makes her forget. They run into each other again the next day, Y/n not remembering anything from the night before, and they have a lot of chemistry and start dating, and all is going well until Y/n finds out about the night he made her forget, about magic and wizards, and Y/n is upset that he lied to her about it all? Especially upset that they had met before and upset that he made her forget at all, and Fred tries to explain why he had to make her forget. George ends up playing “Parent Trap” to get the both of them in the same room to reconcile? With a happy ending?

Hi my love, full disclosure: I didn’t go full parent trap as I have something in the works a little similar so I hope this is okay for you! 🖤

Warnings: Brief mentions of assault and attempted SA but only one scene. I’ve added asterisks before and after so you can skip past it if you want to avoid. Lying, violence, deception, George meddles, Fred is a bit of a simp. Fred calls us sweetheart. POV change after the time skip. muggle!Reader. Bit of heartbreak, a bit of breakup and makeup. One sexual reference at the end.

Word count: 3.7k

Little bit of liberty taken with this one as I’ve written that spouses of wizards and witches can visit Diagon alley (similar to parents of muggle born kids) as lost as they are accompanied by magic users.

Stupefied

London was always rather bleak this time of year, no matter where you went. It seemed there were roadworks and building works happening in nearly every neighbourhood, workers mingling with the tourists that found to get their photographs in between the newly erected cones, temporary walkways and fences.

It seemed that it wasn't only the wizarding world that had suffered, though Fred doubted this actually had anything to do with Voldemort. Arthur had a theory that the juggle prime minister had funded an effort to 'clear up' London whilst Diagon Alley underwent extensive repairs as to not alert the muggles to the work, noise and sudden influx of workmen disappearing through the entrances to the Alley. Looking at the work sites all around him, Fred was inclined to believe his initially mad conspiracy.

Diagon Alley had been near decimated in the war with deatheaters looting, emptying and burning down stores for no apparent reason. Half of the shopping district had been abandoned, left to rot, the owners fleeing or captured and the other half was essentially destroyed. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had thankfully not fared too badly; it still needed extensive and expensive repairs to the exterior but the inside had been virtually untouched. Fred was eternally thankful of the jinxed he'd put on the premises along with the anti-alohamora charm he'd crafted which had seemed to keep away the deatheaters.

Even though it hadn't fared too badly, he was still exhausted from the repairs. He and George disagreed about what repairs should happen, the priorities and so on, neither if them agreeing if they should improve things or repair them back to the original. Use the full money on repairs or scrimp on the exterior issues and boost for a full restock once they were open. It was a constant battle of wits and opinions, a never ending cycle of unresolved issues and Fred had found that he just had to step out for some fresh air, to clear his head. Discussions around replacing the large figurehead of him and his twin's likeness had been the last straw, pushing him over the edge to the point where he just needed to escape for a bit.

It had fallen dark as he wandered around muggle London, the night time beginning. Due to the building sites and road works littered around, there was virtually no light. Whole clusters of street lamps out of commission with hardly any replacements, leaving this area of London in near darkness. Just as he grumbled to himself about the figurehead, unable to forge it from his mind, a loud, panic filled noise rang out and grabbed his attention. It was a woman screaming, the kind of scream that only happened when you were truly terrified and calling for help.

He knew the sound exactly, having heard it multiple times in the battle. He forced those thoughts out of his head and tried to follow the route that would lead him to where he'd heard the noise, realising he was the only one around to help.

When he ran past a little jitty between two shops, a butchers and a mechanic shop, he froze and retreated upon himself, looking down the dark alley to see a sight that turned his stomach. Three men, all approaching a woman that clearly did not want their company.

*

One was holding her by the throat, pinning her up against the brick wall whilst one's hand began wandering up her leg, pressing something to her throat with the other hand, something that looked silver and sharp, though Fred couldn't exactly see from his place in the shadows of the alley. The third man was just stood there, evidently the lookout, though he was doing a terrible job, choosing instead to watch the woman who was rightfully beside herself in fear.

He couldn't take three men on at once, not if they had muggle weapons. Fred was far from small but he'd never had to truly work with combative skills or fighting as his wand did most the duelling.

It took leas than twenty seconds before he reacted, fuelled by the woman's desperate whimpers as their hands began to wander, all whist threatening her with the blade.

"Stupify!" Fred said clearly but quietly, aiming directly for the third man, the lookout as he hung back in the shadows. The man flew back and hit his head on one of the big bins outback, rendering him unconscious. The man not holding you hostage with the blade turned in shock at what had just happened to his friend, his twisted and demented face turning towards Fred's direction trying to see if anyone was there. When they didn't see anything, both the men looked at each other and gave a disgusting chuckle at their friends expense before turning back to the woman who was still struggling against them.

Fred honestly didn't know if this would work, but he aimed so carefully at the weapon holding arm and cast a quiet 'expelliarmus,' to hopefully disarm the pathetic excuse of a man. It worked, the knife clattering to the floor some distance away as the blokes argued between one another, that they were messing it all up.

"Stupify," he cast once again on the second man who was trying to search for his knife on the ground as he verbally threatened the woman to stay where she was. The man immediately flies back much like his friend, hitting his head on the same dumpster and falling into a slump beside the first one.

The last remaining man looked on in fear, realising he was next. His hand slipped from the woman's neck as he looked upon the slumped bodies of his friends and realised quickly that he was without a weapon.

*

Fred took great pleasure in the full body bind he cast upon the man, rendering his completely still and useless on the floor, as if an invisible net had been cast around him, rendering him useless.

Fred stepped out of the shadows then, not yet replacing his wand as he stepped over to the bound man. He didn't know what had come over him but as he looked at the poor woman who was crying and shaking, he felt rage like never before.

His eyes were filled with pure rage, hateful anger filling his body as the man on the floor noticed him, fear filling his eyes at whatever he had done to him.

Fred pushed aside his anger as he turned to you, throwing his jacket over you and offered some calming words which he hoped would help you even slightly. Suddenly, you threw yourself at him and he accepted you into his arms without any thought, trying to calm your frayed nerves as you clung onto his body.

He aimed his wand at the two men who were mostly unconscious, though the first was beginning to come around with a groggy groan. He knew he didn't have time to get you away before he needed to do this and began obliviating the two slumped men.

He then turned to the third who looked utterly terrified at what Fred had done, unable to talk, move or get away from the mad man with a stick of wood.

"I hope this hurts," Fred says dangerously low as he points his wand directly at the man's head, ensuring the tip of the wood was ever so slightly sticking into the flesh of the man's forehead before he obliviates him.

As soon as it's done, he pockets hits wand and turns to face the woman, wrapping her in his arms as her silent cries lessen. She's so cold, so scared, it makes his heart ache. He was only wearing a work uniform from a local pub, evidently walking back home from her shift and it makes him feel even worse when he realises you were just going about your day, completely oblivious and undeserving.

"It'll be okay, you're safe now I promise," he says soothingly, not wanting to touch her outright after what had so nearly happened but still wanting to give her comfort.

"What, what did you do?" She asks with a sniffle, clearly a little afraid of what had happened.

"Better I don't explain," he says, cursing himself for having no other way of protecting you. "Where do you live? I need to know you get home safely."

When she doesn't reply, he realises his mistake.

"Sorry, it's okay not to tell me, I just want you to be safe. Do you have somewhere to go?"

He feels her nod against his shoulder and exhales the breath he hardly realised he'd been holding. He knows what he has to do but as he looks down at her frightened and rather pretty form clinging so desperately to him, he realises how much he doesn't want to. He wants her to forget what happened with the men, knows she needs to forget what she'd seen him do but the idea that she'd forget all about him made him feel disproportionally sad.

He holds his breath as he slowly pulls out his wand and holds it up towards her back, feeling guilty and wrong about what he's doing as he battles his raging inner monologue.

"Obliviate," he says gently, watching as the blue tendrils of the spell erupt and consume her. He has to be quick, pulling his jacket away from her shoulders and stepping away, walking quickly out of the alley. He doesn't want to leave her, his brain fighting every step that he takes but he can't stay, without an excuse as to why he was there.

He considers watching her as she walks home, checking that she made it back okay but he knows that would look worse. He couldn't have her be scared of him.

When he gets back to the shop, almost completely consumed by worry, he ignores George's rant completely, agreeing to whatever his twin wanted. He hardly sleeps that night, worried for her. He knows it's wrong but she was so pretty, so scared, it's like she'd imprinted onto his brain. Maybe he needed to be obliviated to forget her.

The next morning, he's up bright and early having abandoned any chance of sleeping. He remembers the logo on her work uniform and wants to check that she was alright, hoping that she might be there by now. He knows he can't mention that night, or ever meeting before but he can at least try to calm his mind if he saw her alive and well.

He never even made it into the pub, bumping into you on the way there. He smiled widely when he saw no lasting damage, no trauma and that you hadn't gotten frostbite or pneumonia from your extended time in the alley. In the daylight he realised you were absolutely beautiful and he took full advantage of your 'accidental run in', asking you out on the spot.

You thought it was strange that he didn't have a phone, or any real concept of technology but it all became clear six months into your relationship when he revealed his big secret, that he could use magic.

The conversation was approached with caution, having gathered tips from his siblings and his dad on how to proceed. You'd actually taken it surprisingly well, though if course you were shocked and disbelieving at first. It helped that you'd gotten really close with George and that he'd also assured you that they weren't pulling a prank on you. It all took a while to sink in with Fred slowly opening up more and more about his world. There were things you loved about it, and things that you found odd but that was the nature of growing up so differently. You'd met his family and been in complete amazement at their weird and wonderful home and they had been unbelievably warm and welcoming, making you feel like family already. You'd seen the incredible shop he and his brother had opened and had been amazed by everything in there. You'd moved in together, certain that you were endgame for each other. You saw how everybody in the wizarding world loved them, their inventions and it warmed your heart to know that you'd chosen a good guy.

It all came crashing down when you began talking about how you met, one night in your flat over a bottle of wine on your one year anniversary. Naturally, you assumed that it had been a coincidental run in that morning near your work, a fated moment where you met your soulmate. From that moment you just couldn't stop talking, couldn't be apart. Your relationship moved quickly but it felt right in every way, never giving you reason to puse or think twice. You were certain you'd never seen him before; you'd definitely have remembered his fire red hair, wide shoulders, gorgeous towering height and that beautifully mischievous smile. Fred however, had accidentally let it slip that it hadn't been your first encounter really, his eyes widening in panic when your eyes snapped up to his in utter confusion, realising he had said too much.

You managed to extract the truth from him eventually, the whole truth. He'd saved you, but then wiped your memory. You felt dirty, betrayed.

Knowing that those men had had their hands all over you, of what they wanted to do, it made your stomach roil dangerously until you were throwing up your celebratory anniversary meal. You couldn't look Fred in the eye, the strong sense of betrayal making you want to run away from him, feeling like you couldn't trust him at all. Everything was built on a lie, your entire relationship, the home and the life you'd built together, talks of the future.

You left that night to go back to your parents, scrubbing yourself raw in the shower at just how dirty you felt, how wrong you felt in your own skin. It had been nearly a month and you hadn't seen him once. You'd ignored his letters, thankful that he didn't have a phone because you'd be ignoring that too. You'd taken time off work so he couldn't find you there and had openly avoided any place in London that he might think to look for you- especially avoiding anywhere close to Diagon Alley. He'd come in and changed your life completely, given you hope for a wild and adventure filled future and then spoilt it all.

And the worst part is that you couldn't explain to anyone why. You didn't know a single other magical soul who wasn't directly or indirectly related to Fred and you couldn't exactly explain to your muggle friends and family the exact reason that you'd left him. The questioning from your parents was exhausting, wanting to know what happened between you and that 'sweet boy', your parents already considering him their son in law. But you couldn't say anything and so you remained vague, taking their questioning and opinions on the chin, taking the hit for him.

He saved you that night, you reminded yourself. It wasn't as if he was the one that had done you any harm, he'd actually saved you from getting hurt. Logically you knew that he had to wipe your memory, it was in their statue of secrecy, an unspoken code of conduct for the wizarding world. But still, the lingering feeling of betrayal never went away. Your relationship had been a lie, he had been a lie.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when you received a letter by owl that you'd nearly immediately thrown in the bin until you watched the owl fly away, noticing that it was a different colour to the one Fred usually used. You looked at the letter and noticed that it wasn't his writing but rather a smaller, more cursive font that wasn't as heavily scribbled as his was.

George.

You immediately felt guilty, realising that not only had you left Fred that night but you'd also left George in the dust, abandoning him as well. He wrote to say how much he missed you, that he was sorry and that he didn't know. He asked you to meet him at the leaky cauldron on Friday, if you still wanted to be friends, regardless of his brother.

You began to write back only to realise that you'd sent the owl away, that you'd have no chance of getting the message to him. Your only option was to meet him there Friday.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, trying to blend into the background as you walked through the opening of the cauldron, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the witches and wizards bustling about inside.

"Y/n!" You heard from the side, a little booth that wrapped around a brick pillar off to the side and you smiled when you saw George waving at you. You walked towards him, feeling a little calmer as he pulled you into a brief hug, asking how you were.

"Oh merlin, I left my wallet in my room," he says with a frown, looking at the staircase.

"Room?"

"Yeah, had to do some repairs to the flat so I've been staying here, bastard twin took the room at mums." You try not to react at the mention of his twin but your eye inadvertently flinches, forcing you to look away.

"It's okay I can get them," you began to say only to be cut off by George as he gives you a knowing smirk.

"Oh yeah, got a load of galleons in that bag?"

"Right, wizard money," you say with a frown, not having even considered that. "I might have some left over in here."

"It's okay, why don't we nip up to my room, it's only up there, be back in two minutes. If I leave you alone they might ask you to leave."

The smile on your face that had been there since reuniting with George disappeared the second you stepped into the room and saw a slightly broader version of George sat on the bed. At first you hoped it was just a mirror but when he turned to glare at his brother, you knew it was Fred instantly.

"Really George?" You said in frustration, turning to see him looking at you with a guilty and almost sad expression.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted you two to talk. I can't take his moping anymore," he says, gesturing towards Fred who still gives a thunderous look towards his brother.

"I told you not to get involved!" Fred says loudly towards his twin, the anger evident in his eyes.

"I missed her too," George argues but it's weak under the venomous glare of his twin. "Fine," he relents, feeling the double glare coming from both your and Fred.

"Just let me," he says slowly before quickly opening the door and closing it behind you. You hear the key turning in the lock and bolt to the door, trying to open it. You look to Fred who appears by your side, banging on the door and trying to pry the handle open but it was unless.

"He's jinxed it," he says in annoyance, turning to look for his wand that was on the table but is longe there. "Git's stolen my wand!"

"There aren't any repairs on the flat are there?" You ask, realising he'd fooled you completely.

"I haven't been back since we," he says, all anger dropping from his tense figure as he looks at you briefly before diverting his eyes.

"I meant at the shop, George's flat," you say, feeling a little awkwardly.

You look up at him in confusion when you hear him snort out a laugh. "That was what he told you?"

"How was I meant to know?" You asked sharply, not liking the laugh he'd given you because you fell for his trick.

"No I didn't mean, never mind." he says quickly, defensively before he breaks off his speech mid sentence, sighing and taking a seat on the bed.

It's painfully awkward as you take a seat at the little desk in the corner, Fred sitting on the bed. The room is small, completely taken up by the wooden four poster bed and it leaves little room for you to avoid each other.

"I," Fred says after a while, breaking the tense silence. "I'm so sorry."

Your eyes slowly trail up to him to see him looking at you with wide and emotion filled eyes. "I should have told you, I should have done more so that you knew but I really thought I was doing the right thing."

"You did."

You watch as his eyes bulge at your words, as soon as they sink it. His wide eyes suddenly merge to a look of confusion as he ponders your reply.

"You did do the right thing, at least for the wizarding community. A muggle saw what happened, you had to fix that," you say quietly with a little shrug, looking away from him. "I understand why; I just hate that you hid it from me for so long."

"I know," he replies, "there was just never a right time. I couldn't tell you until you knew about me but by then I was already so in love with you that I couldn't risk losing you so I kept quiet."

You can feel his gaze on you but you don't look at him, worried that if you looked at him now your heart would break all over again. You never expected love to be so complicated, never knew that with great love came great heartbreak.

“I miss you sweetheart.”

Those four simple words broke your resolve completely, shattering whatever resentment you were holding on to completely.

You finally look at him, really look and you can see that he looks tormented, like he’s not been sleeping right. You miss him too; you want your old life back, where you were happy together.

“No more lies,” you say, fixing him with a soft but meaningful glance, laying out your terms.

“No more lies,” he agrees, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips as he watches you slowly stand and make your way over to him, the past forgiven and forgotten.

When George enters the room an hour later, checking on the progress and to see that you were both still alive, he sees a lot more than he bargained for… and certainly more of Fred’s arse than he ever wanted to see.

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Arthur Shelby- Learning A New Way To Communicate

When Arthur left for war with his brothers, his daughter was only 1 1/2 years old. Her mother had passed away so it was left yo Aunt Polly to bring up the young girl. 4 years later and the wars over. Arthur has been reunited with his little girl, which of course he's excited to see, but it also a little worried to how she will react to seeing him again since it's been so long. Unfortunately during the war YN got meningitis, which has caused her to loose her hearing. Polly learnt sign language to communicate with YN. Of course Ada and Finn have also picked it up and use sign language.

YN waits with her aunts and uncle Finn at the train station. She sighs 'will daddy still love me' to which Polly responds 'of course he will'. The train stops and out comes the men who physically survived the war, but maybe not mentally. Around them are many wives, mothers, girlfriends, children crying and screaming, but YN can't hear, she just watches what's going on around her. Polly takes the little girls hand and walks her over to Arthur, Tommy and John

"There's my little girl! Look at you now you've grown so much!" Arthur yells smiling. YN looks at her aunt to help her understand what was just said. Of course aunt Polly let's go if YNs hand and signs what Arthur just said "Polly what are you doing?" he asks

"Why don't we go home and I'll explain" frowning Arthur follows Polly with his brothers.

"2 years ago YN got sick, meningitis they said. She lost her hearing. YNs deaf Arthur she can't hear you talking"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I think you had your own things to deal with"

"So how do we communicate with her?" Tommy asks

"With sign language, Polly learnt it and has been teaching us" Ada tells her brothers

"Will you teach me?" Arthur asks

"Of course" Polly responds just as YN walks into the living room. She goes straight to Ada signing for her to come upstairs and play dolls with her

"What does she want?" Arthur asks

"For me to play with her"

"Fuck. I'm her own father and I don't even know what she's saying. She doesn't want to come near me"

"Arthur, she wasn't even 2 when you left for the war. It's going to take time for you to get used to each other again. You'll be fine though" Ada replies getting off the sofa

"Try taking her out, learn the basics. She'll come round"

Over the next few months Arthur has to build up the relationship with his daughter since she doesn't really remember him. She's seen photos and knows that Arthur is her father, but for obvious reasons they aren't close. Arthur's been learning sign language, but still needs help with certain words, especially words that aren't used that often

"Polly how do I sign cake shop?" Arthur asks his aunt who helps him. He then signs to his daughter asking if she'd like to go to the cake shop for some treats. She nods her head going to get her shoes and coat on.

Outside Arthur does his best signing to YN to communicate

"Arthur! How are you?" A man walks over taking Arthur's hand in his "is this your little one? She's gotten so big. Haven't you. Got your dads eyes" YN looks at Arthur then back at the man feeling confused

"She can't hear you Bill"

"Can't hear, what a load of shit. Cause she can hear me"

"No Bill she's deaf" although YN and Arthur are still getting used one on another again, YN already feels safe with him so she moves her body closer to his

"Never used to be. She's got ears hasn't she" Arthur gets angry feeling very protective of his little girl, but since she is here he holds it in

"Excuse us" Arthur says nudging his daughter to move forward. Once away from Bill Arthur signs that he's sorry that she felt scared or confused. All Arthur wants to do is keep his daughter safe and loved in a world where if you were different in any way you would struggle.

Arthur and YN grew closer as the months went on. Arthur got more confident with sign language and YN started showing her personality more and more. Tommy and John also learn sign language and then their significant others would learn it. YN never felt isolated once with her family.

[tansyuduri]

Merlin Loregasm Rewatch S1E6 (Part2)

Hi Everyone! Welcome to my rewatch of Merlin focusing on the lore. I am a giant nerd so pretty excited about this. We’re on A REMEDY TO CURE ALL ILLS So this is part two because last time I cut off early because there was so much lore and I accidentally posted it! ANYHOW lets continue.

Great Dragon: 20 years almost a lifetime to make the short journey back to were you begun. OKAY! so asuming Arthur is 21 in his of age ceremony in later season one episode EXCALIBUR, it means Gaius likely has not visited the great dragon since Arthur's birth.

What I find especially intersting here is "Back to where you begun" I'm assuming this means the great dragon and not the caves under Camalot.

I think this could have three meanings. If it's connected to the previous statement of 20 years I think it would imply that the great dragon might have been the one to give Gaius the idea to go to the Priestessess about making Arthur. Then Gaius came back after Ygraine died to be like "Dude WTF" to the Dragon. If the mentioning 20 years is not directly connected to "where you began" it could mean that Gaius somehow started on his journey of learning magic with the great dragon. This could explain more about how he knew Balinor ETC. And would be an interesting detail. Did the dragon teach Gaius magic knowing Merlin would turn up one day? Did Gaius just see the dragon doing a spell and be like THAT I WANT THAT. How much did Gaius study with the dragon vrs the godess priesthood he mentions later vrs books?

ANOTHER possibility is that Gaius used to go to the dragon for advice like Merlin did. I think this is less likely because the dragon at that time would not have been conveniently locked up in the basment.

It could also be both of the top two passabilies!

Great Dragon: You have struggled against his destiny but you can no more prevent it than he can! What is the dragon referring to here? We know Gaius has in fact encouraged Merlin to protect Arthur. ALSO, Merlin has not yet done anything to protect Uther at Gaius's urge yet. Later this episode is the first time he does. Gaius has given Merlin the book of spells to help him learn more powerful magic. Does he mean Gaius's urging not to use magic for little things? coresponding to the "Gaius doesn't like me to use it" line Merlin says to Edwin. I think this is the only thing the dragon can possibly mean. He thinks Merlin should be able to use the magic for many things and Gaius is not encouraging him to use it enough.

Great Dragon "He and you young pendragon one day will unite the land of Albion. I mean I guess they will in the sense that they help it be at peace as far as all I know?

Gaius: I will not choose between them (Merlin and Uther)

Great Dragon: Then turn a blind eye. That is afterall your talent.

OOF okay more about Gaius letting the purge happen and siding with Uther. I speculated in the last post about why he might have done this. But still this is REALLY not a good look. And I don't think that reason can be all of it? Was he scared? Was he really that dedicated to Uther? Possibly because Uther united the kingdom and the mess it was in? Or my merlin rewatch discord (this rewatch is seperate from that) is right besides the jokes and Utherus is real. Did he stay behind to try to protect Alice (As she later says) I mean the only time we see him helping sorcerers is with Merlin and Alice. (And in his own twisted reasoning Morgana) He tends to keep their magic a secret at times (Like with Gilli) But doesn't really go out of his way to help them.

The dragon interestingly does not mention magic returning to Albion but Gaius does assure Merlin that one day his gifts will be reconized. So apparently he is all alright with magic coming back eventually. So he cannot have been overly invested in it being destroyed. Even if he does fear it some like I theorized. It was to be one of the other reasons. Personally my bet is it's a mix of a lot of them. People tend to be complicated and it was a HUGE decision Gaius made. It makes sense to me he had a lot of reasons.

WHOA hold up! Gaius has only been in the court of Camelot since around Arthurs's birth? I mean judging by other conversations I assumed it was a lot longer. AND HE WAS CLOSLY INVOLVED IN MAKING IT HAPPEN? Why did Uther trust him so much, Why did Uther not turn on him? This could be another reason he went along with the purge for the most part. Freaking out about Uther blaming and executing him? Liking his new gig? So he became court physician around the birth of arthur... Events he helped make happen. I mean it could help explain Uther's hot and cold attitude to Gaius. Gaius helped him get a son. But that son cost him his wife, Gaius blamed magic and went along with him to try to destroy it? Also did Gaius become a "Legend, and THE VERY BEST" viewed physician during those 20 years? I have a suspicion he was before hand and Uther was like I can't do anything to get a baby don't we have that legendary physician somewhere in the kingdom? Then just up and fired the physician he had or something. (I'm assuming he already had one partly out of basic logic and party because it would explain why Gaius was not ALREADY court Physician if he was so good.) BUT this all assumes that Gaius was already so renowned that Also could have happened AFTR becoming court physician. If it was before it could also explain why uther did not just off him. He is the BEST Legendary. That would be some status to have him.

Arnica being prescribed for an old battle wound on the shouldor that gives a lot of pain makes sence. It's been used for centuries as a pain remedy. HELL you can get Arnica Gell today to help with a variety of issues. (Try rubbing it on the belly if you get period cramps.) Arnica also specializes in muscle pain, stiffness, swelling from injuries, and bruising. Its poisonous if ingested but rubbed on the body that stuff is a miracle.

I forgot to mention this earlier BUT WHO THE FUCK let a litteral child attend his parent's death by burning? Was he made to by someone? was there simply no one to stop him? AND HE JUMPED INTO THE FIRE TO SAVE THEM WTF

Edwin: with your death magic will return to camalot.

UH how does he figure? Even assuming no one ever finds out he used magic to kill Uther. Is he just gonna slowly bring it back? What is his game plan? I mean he has to know it's gonna hurt his credibility when Morgana's dreams return. (And another thing I will go into later) Is he just gonna enchant Arthur or...? If he has that kind of power why did he not use it before?

Gaius: I will not allow you to kill Uther

Edwin: You've never had a problem letting people die before

Gaius: Your parents where practicing dark magic, just like you

Ok so in this case they were practicing dark magic. But it could not have been in every case. I do like a lot of Aspects of Gaius's relationship with Merlin but MAAAAN

Okay Man Edwin you really did not think this through! If you could cure it once you would be expected to cure it again. And you are not even hiding so you are hard to find. You are in your freaking room. You would be expected to cure it! So how the hell was magic going to come back. Were you just planing to say "Sorry I cannot cure it this time?"

HEY! first time a baddie does the "join me Merlin" thing. Also this was his plan? Take the kingdom by force, possibly with Merlin. That would not have gone over well or worked well. Unless he was planning top just dominate and rule through Arthur? But if he had that kinda power why did he have to go though all this? I really don't think this guy has thought through his long term plan.

Okay so Elanthia is the name of the world in a text based computer game about dragons... Melanthia means "black flower" in greek. So not much behind the name here. Also it's interesting they can be enchanted to enter the brain and feed on it until they devour the soul. This implies the Soul kinda lives in the brain in the Merlin word.

Uther (looking sad) "There is nothing wrong with my strength. Do you remember them? His parents?

Gaius: I remember them all Sire.

Uther: Gaius, Once again you've saved my life. You've always served me well. And I know there are things that I've asked you to do, which you've found difficult

Gaius: You've always done what you believed to be right.

Uther: I was not right to betray you. I'm sorry. From now on I will remember, that in the fight against magic, you are the one person I can trust

Interstingly this implies Uther is kind of haunted by the people he has killed but possibly not enough to remember faces. (or he could just be asking if Gaius remembers them too) this is futher evidenced by the mandrake later using images of people he killed to torment him. Its an interesting detail that humanises him a TINY bit despite him being just a horrible horrible person. Also what did he ask Gaius to do? Everyone else talks about Gaius standing by, is that what he refers to? Or did he ask Gaius to be an active part in finding magic users? Gosh I hope not. This scene also shows that Gaius is in fact haunted by what happened as he remembers all the faces. The line he uses to reassure Uther is actually one Merlin uses on Arthur. The difference is what Arthur believes to be right is WAY better than what Uther believes to be right. Also Uther will only remember this until next season. Another difference between him and Arthur.

Uther: But hencforth you are a free man of camalot In feudalism, a free man is someone not nobility but higher in status than a serf. In traditional feudalism Sefdom was the state of most peasants they were given a plot of land but in exchange for having it were required to work it for the lord and give up a portion of what they made. It was basically a form of indentured servitude. CLEARLY that is not happening here, and prior to becoming this Gaius was still allowed to just leave. So we need to look beyond that! In England it later came to mean a man possessing the full privileges and immunities of a place which admission was usually by birth. HOWEVER Gaius later mentions growing up in Camalot. My guess is, in the Merlin World, this means Gaius is now higher in rank than most commoners and lower than a noble. He might have more social rights and protections or have to pay no taxes for example. (taxes are mentioned later in Merlin so seemed a good example)

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What is your take on Riddle's possession of Ginny? I read a fic where she was held accountable for not immediately reporting the diary after she blacked out and started to suspect that something nefarious was going on. Stating that she 'wilfully' time and again put saving her own skin over the lives of her fellow students and teachers.

Thoughts??

Like, Tom definitely did possess her. Do I think Ginny took the best course of action in the situation? No. But I don't put as much fault on her for this as some things she does later in the books.

In CoS, Ginny is 11 years old, lonely & friendless, Tom is her only friend, she shares her secrets with him and then he turns and uses her secrets to blackmail her. Both what he forced her to do and what she told him.

Imagine how angry I was when the next time my diary was opened, it was Ginny who was writing to me, not you. She saw you with the diary, you see, and panicked. What if you found out how to work it, and I repeated all her secrets to you? What if, even worse, I told you who’d been strangling roosters?

(CoS, )

To an 11-year-old Ginny, this threat is terrifying. Terrifying enough to not tell anyone because she's scared of the consequences.

And she did try to get rid of the diary by flushing it down the toilet. So she tried to remove the source of the problem without notifying anyone. It just ended up not working out.

Ginny in CoS is mostly motivated by loneliness at first, and then fear. This threat Tom mentions in the above quote, I'm sure is one he made to Ginny. He probably explained exactly why she shouldn't tell anyone or throw the diary away. He probably told her she'd be expelled from Hogwarts if anyone found out.

While I'm not a Ginny fan, I don't judge 11-year-old Ginny too harshly. This is a terrible situation to be in. Because she feels like she doesn't have anyone to confide in besides the diary that causes all her problems. She is in a new school, her first time away from home, and new people all around, it can be terrifying, and I think it was for her.

And then you add Tom into the mix who's clever and knows how to manipulate a scared 11-year-old girl. Ginny didn't have much of a chance there. It's not like Harry told any adult about the strange talking diary (that being said Harry just doesn't trust adults).

Molly and Arthur Weasley aren't the perfect examples of supportive parents either, I don't think Ginny would've risked her parents' ire over her own problems. She probably thought (hoped) she could figure it out herself and not have to bother them. Because bothering them would've come with a punishment. I talked about how Arthur and Molly Weasley aren't great parents, and Ginny was probably scared of their punishment and her mother screaming at her like she does at Fred and George more than she feared what would happen to the other students.

“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain. Why didn’t you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic —”

(CoS, 304)

Like, Arthur says this, but he and Molly don't behave in a way that encourages their kids to confide in them. So, Ginny has a reason for her fears, it's not that they're unfounded.

And she won't tell her older brothers, because she doesn't want them to see her as a scared helpless little girl. She's scared of their opinion of her just as much. And I think she truly thought it wouldn't get too bad, that she could figure it out on her own. She was wrong.

Yes, her decision is selfish, it's dumb, it endangered so many students and people in general, and it doesn't paint her in a great light. But since she was 11 at the time, I'm more willing to give her the benefit of the doubt about it. Like, I'd be more lenient when punishing 11-year-old Ginny over the CoS ordeal. I think a stern talking-to was the bare minimum, so at least it won't happen again. She probably should have received some consequences, but I don't think I'd expel or even suspend her over it.

Like, I'd probably want to make sure she understood what her actions could have resulted in so she'd be more fearful of that potential scenario in the future rather than her own skin. And I think she did understand she herself was in just as much danger by the end of the book. Like, I think this situation wasn't one she should've been punished harshly for, but instead used as an opportunity for her to learn from the situation.

A punishment should've still been given though, and I don't recall it was. Because she did hurt students (through her neglect) and was incredibly lucky no one got really harmed. So, some punishment more than she got in the books was required, but not something too harsh is what I'm thinking.

[aro-geo-turtle]

Ok malevolent part 40 predictions!!!

1. We lose Noel. He’s just way too good to be true. Death flags everywhere. He’s either going to die or go evil or something. Plus, it’ll be super painful for John to lose the only other person he’s been able to talk to

2. Oscar’s sticking around. I get why ppl are scared about if he’ll die, but it feels to me like it would be killing him off for shock and feels at the cost of more story options later on. He’s not nearly as perfect and competent an ally as Noel is and he’s already lost his arm

3. The fallen star and the black stone are the same actual physical object. It just makes sense. And John didn’t say this like it was actually a hypothesis, he said it like it was something Kayne had told him and he doesn’t want Arthur to know he’s talked to Kayne

4. Following off from that, what if his deal was getting the black stone/fallen star for Kayne? There’s a bunch of different reasons why Kayne might want to send them to go get it, and it would explain why Kayne told him to go to New York and (potentially) about the fallen star being a physical object

5. This one’s not really a theory but give us some Yellow time please!!!!! I miss him so much. We’ve got to hear him, right???

6. I saw someone say that Perceval (I think that’s his name) should be the secret leader of the Order and that’s so funny now I really want that to be true

[just-an-enby-lemon]

During the time Riddler was living in her home Stephanie couldn't simply complain about it at school or even explain to her friends why her place was out of question for school projects or get togethers. Her place was almost always of question but before that she sometimes got the house for herself and organized some small movie nights and things like that for celebration. But now it was just impossible.

But teenagers ask and also teens want fo be able to complain, so after awhile Steph did what she always did to avoid being throw in the system: she lied. Stephanie Brown told all her friends that the reason they couldn't go to her house was because her dad had invited his mistress to move in with them and while he lied about them being just friends it was clearly his misstress and things were just bad. She sometimes made complaints about "dad's side piece".

Now the problem with rumors is that they spread and someone at some point made the connection between Riddler temporarially living at Cluemaster because Arkham froze his assets and Steph talking about her dad bringing a lover home. Somehow in the end it was vastly agreed that Eddie basically had sex with Arthur for a place to live.

Edward, who obviously didn't do that, was royally PISSED. His retaliation against Cluemaster only helped to change the narrative from "Riddler sells his body sometimes" to "Riddler and Cluemaster used to date and Riddler is not taking the break up well". At this rate the only thing Edward acomplished is that people are to scared of bringing the whole "Riddler and Cluemaster relationship possibilities" in front of him. I mean everyone but Selina, Query and Echo who all mock him viciously like any good friend would.

[team-mythic-beasts]

Team Mythic Beasts: Let’s Talk Designs!

Also Included: (Updated) Birthdays, Ages, MBTI, Heights

(Note: Special thanks to @levijonescc, creator of the Aveyond 4 x Hetalia mod, for inspiring this project; without you we may not be here today. Btw I suck at drawing humanoid characters so I used this base)

It took me almost seven years to finalize the boys’ designs, but here they are!

Besides the pictures, I’ve also invited them here to explain the thought process behind their outfits. They will go in order of color, so this time we’re starting off with… Jones!

❤️ The Wolf - Jones Fitzgerald

(Apr 25 ♉️ | 29 y/o | INTJ | 177cm / 5’9”)

It’s only fair that the best-looking guy in the bunch gets the first word… so why does Luke keep getting all the spotlight? I’m supposed to be the main character!

Anyways, hope you aren’t too scared from all the spikes and flame patterns that I wear. Intimidation is a huge factor in designing a villain outfit, and I take great pride in being called scary. The flames are for another reason too— I’m a fire mage, and those who cross me shall beware the heat.

The cape was a reward from a quest I took up long ago. I saved a village from a demonic wolf, and they gave me some of her fur to wear as a trophy. In a way, it’s a reminder not to let my beloved Hiro go down the same path as his mother… but I do look quite big with the cape, don’t you think?

Even without my armor, cape, and giant coat, I still look like I’m onto some villain-y business, with the vest and jewel… Wait, what do you mean “yeehaw,” Makoto?! I’m not a cowboy!

🧡 The Dragon - Ludovic Brant

(He forgot 😢 | 70+ y/o (physically 25) | ISTJ | 200cm / 6’6”)

… Hello there. I did not expect such a quick debut.

As you can likely tell from my hardened look, my story is about battling demons. I was promised greater progress by the others in Team Mythic Beasts, and they have been of great help in my quest.

I made my armor from various monsters that I have slain in battle, but the helmet, specifically, is from an a assassin sent by my former captor. It put up a tough fight, that’s for sure, but nothing beats the fury of a dragon.

Underneath my armor is a simple outfit I put together in Moriad, where I have lived as a refugee for quite a few decades now. I asked my dwarf neighbors if they could make me custom wear, but it was too much for them. Therefore, every piece is made by hand, by myself.

… Yes. That is all.

💛 The Lion - Mikkel Anderson

(Dec 5 ♐️ | 19 y/o | ISFJ | 183cm / 6’0”)

Evil beware, the Lion of Team Mythic Beasts is here!

When I was a young lad, I’d be carrying heavy stuff everywhere to build up strength for all this armor that I wear now. That means I have to eat a lot of food every day, too! But underneath all this steel, I’m just a humble little guy from the city outskirts.

Oh, this medal? I got it from Lord Kristan! He’s the legendary founder of my hometown, Alphica, and he’s been watching over me and my nan since I was born.

So… that should cover everything about my outfit. You can probably tell I’m not as flashy as my friends; they’ll have a lot more to talk about than I do, I’m sure!

💚 The Weasel - Arthur Blackwood

(Oct 23 ♏️ | 36 y/o | ESTJ | 175cm / 5’8”)

Ha ha ha ha ha!!! If trouble is what you’d expect at the sight of a witch like me, then you’d be right— but you’ve got to be a total numbskull to get on my bad side. My long, sharp nails aren’t the only things you should worry about.

Not a fan of heavy clothes, since potions is my specialty; a simple coat, protective armwear, and a ragged cape does the job for me. As for the bird skull on my shoulder, one of the Raven Lord’s “beloved children” decided it was a good idea to get in the way of my curses— (MAKOTO’S NOTE: THIS DID NOT HAPPEN.)

Purple and cyan? Meh. Black, green, and silver? Classic. No idea what the witchcraft school I went to was thinking when they designed our uniforms, but I’ve done a better job than they ever will. It’s a shame my brothers don’t think the same.

That’s all you need to hear from me. Now get lost before I turn you into a frog!

🩵 The Eagle - Finn Dentrad (né Teryekol)

(Aug 28 ♍️ | 24 y/o | INTP | 162cm / 5’3”)

Looks like my days as an adventurer are not over yet!

My outfit used to be a lot lighter. Shorts, summer jacket, loafers… they’re comfy, no doubt, but I needed something to reflect the things I’m actually good at— engineering and mechanics. So I decided to switch them out for some heavy duty wear.

Now, I’m fully covered up from the neck down, because building stuff, especially gadgets, isn’t really a safe activity. My coat is long enough for protection, but not too long as to get caught in the middle of moving gears. Yikes! Just thinking about that frightens me.

My eyes are just as important for my talent, so I’ve switched out my hat for a pair of goggles. Combine that with my new coat and waist pockets… don’t I look a lot more reliable now?

Oh, one more thing… I’ve had so many people tell me how heavy my backpack is. Is it really? The only stuff in there are bigger mechanical parts and my robot dog Hanatamago, that’s all…

💙 The Bear - Fra’ser Du’randt

(Jun 26 ♋️ | 39 y/o | ENFJ | 175cm / 5’8”)

*yawns* … Oh, hey there. Sorry, I was busy… looking into other people’s dreams.

How is that possible? Well, not long after I came to this world, the Lord of Dreams made me his assistant. He gave me the power to access the dreams of other individuals at any given time, whether I’m awake or in the process of dreaming. Dispelling nightmares is my job, as well as my specialty.

My Lord designed and created my entire outfit. Blue and purple are the colors of dreams in this world, so it’s only natural that he would choose such hues. The sleeves of my coat are styled just like his, and my base wear resembles the uniform I had at my last job. I do miss my friends back there, but I’m happy to be able to serve my Lord. He is truly a kind deity.

Of course, fighting night terrors is a dangerous job, so the cape and armbands serve as protection. My downwards moon earring also acts as a talisman. All in all, it warms my heart that my Lord had considered so much when he made me this costume.

💜 The Fox - Lucas Reynard

(May 6 ♉️ | 110 y/o (physically 20) | INFP | 178cm / 5’10”)

Oh wow, I’m finally last for once. You probably know me well enough by now, as I’m all over this blog as well as Makoto’s Instagram page, if that’s how you found us here.

Every single item you see on me is a gift. Most are from my sisters, but gods have asked of my favor as well. I have no idea what they saw in me, but… alright. Pretty cool, I guess. If you want to know from whom is which, do let me know. By the way, if you look very closely at my choker, it has my initials on it.

Somehow, training with my family had helped me grow a pair of wings, fox ears, and a tail. No, this doesn’t make my hearing any better, nor can I fly... These parts are made of mist, and depending on my mood or energy level, can sometimes appear translucent or not show up at all.

The face markings... I got them while learning how to shapeshift under the God of Colors. He told me that every shapeshifter, whether born with the talent or learned it later in life, has a unique mark, or a combination of them. It’s not evident in my main form, but when I turn into a fox, the canine facial structure reveals the full shape of my marks— four diamonds.

Oh, sorry, I spoke too much… Well, if you want to know more about our outfits, feel free to ask. For now, have this— our very own mascot collection, Team MiniB. It was my idea, by the way.

[greenerteacups]

What’s your watsonian and doylist explanation for why Draco doesn’t end up with Pansy in the epilogue, and not even Daphne who was in his hear, but Astoria :) ?

It's really interesting! I think there are two different decisions being made here: the first, "why not Pansy," and the second, "why Astoria." The first is much easier to answer, at least from the Doylist perspective, so I'll tackle that one first: JKR hates Pansy Parkinson, and she didn't want to reward Pansy by having her end up with the man of her dreams. She based Pansy on the girls who used to bully her in school, and Pansy never, ever escapes that one-dimensional article of characterization — in the final battle, Pansy's the one who stands up and tells everyone to sell out Harry (which, uhhh, for a scared seventeen-year-old terrified of being killed in a major battle, is a wholly understandable move, even if it's a certifiably bitchy thing to do). So she ends the series on the same note where she began: selfish, cowardly, cruel. In that respect, for her to end up with her crush would be a sort of "kindness" that Rowling was loathe to pay her. I also think that Rowling wanted to hint at the possibility of late-stage redemption for Draco: a lot of the extracanonical info we get about Astoria suggests that she was a genuinely kind person who "softened" him, which, while I don't count it for canon purposes, does tell us what Rowling's vision of their marriage was. I don't think Pansy would have "softened" Draco in any universe, and I say this as someone who likes her.

The Watsonian explanation is, I suspect, that Draco didn't actually like Pansy all that much. We don't see him show a great deal of affection for her, or at least no more than he shows for any of his other cronies in Slytherin. He does put his head in her lap at one point during HBP, and they go to the Yule Ball together in GOF, but that relationship reads more to me like a teenage-family-friends-dating-because-it's-convenient pairing than something that both of them really want. Pansy definitely has a crush on Draco, but I don't know how much of that is real affection versus the (correct) perception that he's the leader of their social pack, and confers a lot of status on whatever girl he's with. I also think that social-climbing element of their dynamic might turn Draco off, because he's pretty irritated by Pansy whenever they're not canoodling or peacocking together. That said, Pansy (my beloved) is a kind of irritating person in general.

Why Astoria instead of Daphne I have absolutely no clue; we don't get characterization for either of them. The only reason we know Daphne exists is because it's mentioned that she takes her O.W.L.s at the same time as Harry. It's unclear to me what choosing the younger sister is supposed to do except (possibly) explain why Harry doesn't recognize her by name at King's Cross (though after nineteen years, he'd be forgiven for forgetting a few names). I wonder if JKR hadn't just realized that a surprising number of her couples had ended up with someone from their own house, year, or both — and there are a lot in "both," e.g. Ron and Hermione, George and Angelina, James and Lily, Molly and Arthur — and she wanted to mix it up a little by pairing off one of the core cast with a total unknown, i.e., someone who wasn't even mentioned in the series. We can furnish post-facto reasons that Draco might have been drawn to someone younger: Astoria would have been only in fourth year when he joined the Death Eaters, so she wouldn't have known him as well, and he might like that she doesn't have a preconceived notion of who he is. That gap separates her from his life at Hogwarts and allows him to connect with her on different terms. But at the end of the day, we don't know her well enough to say much more than that.

[carlottawllms]

Hello hello, missed you🤭

I LOVE THE TITOL

You’d never thought that a single person could change not only your whole life, but also you as a person. But then, you’d experienced it twice. ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THEM

You hadn't really noticed it for a long time. Or rather simply ignored the red flags and tried to convince yourself that it would change again, that he only did it because he loved you and was scared of losing you. Your family and friends had voiced their concerns, but you hadn't listened to them. And just like that, Arthur had changed you over the timespan of weeks and months. Made you into someone you weren't. OH MY POOR LITTLE GIRL

A year after you’d ended things with Arthur and had made amends with your friends, you’d met Mason. He’d been a good friend of a friend of yours and said person had introduced you to him at a birthday party. HERE HE ISSSS

You’d had a small argument that same evening as you’d said things you regretted today, and Mason had felt judged prematurely. But one of your friends had taken him to the side and explained briefly why you’d reacted that way and from the corner of your eye you’d observed how his gaze had softened. OHHHHH, DON'T TRAT MY BABY BOY BAD😭

After that birthday, he’d asked you out a couple of times, but you’d said no every single time. You’d rejected him over and over again, but Mason had never given up. He’d been persistent and eventually, you’d agreed to going out with him for a coffee. AHHAHAHA POOR HIM

Despite your hesitation, you’d gotten along well and whilst part of you’d wanted to go out with him again, you’d known you couldn’t. Mason was big on PDA; his love language was touch and that had scared the shit out of you. AND THAT'S WHAT I LOVEEEEE TO READ

Arthur had used it for manipulation. He’d never physically hurt you, but with his touches he’d more often than not managed to convince you of things you’d never actually wanted. WE HATE ARTHUR A LOT

“Mason?” To say you were surprised to see him in front of your door would be an understatement. You’d ignored him – well his messages – for the past three days for a reason and you’d thought he’d gotten the hint, but apparently, he hadn’t. GIRL, HE WANTS YOUUUU

“Mason, I erm…” You didn’t know how you were supposed to even begin to explain what was going on and with him right in front of you know, your heart was beating out of your chest. EHEHEH

“I brought you these, too.” Hesitantly, Mason took another step until he was right in front of you. A small bouquet of your favourite flowers in all your favourite colours in his hand. “I was hoping maybe we could talk and- y/n, hey, don’t cry please.” I'M MELTED, I LOVE HIM

With your face hidden away in your hands, you tried to regain your composure, but the fact Mason was sitting right next to you, leaving a deliberate space between the two of you, made it incredibly difficult. He’d come here despite you ignoring him, he respected your space and yet, he hadn’t left you on your own when you were at your worst. YOU CAN DEFINITELY GIVE HIM A CHANCE

You were worth fighting for, you were worthy of an easy life full of love and he wouldn’t give up trying for you. LISTEN, I GOT MY PERIOD TODAY,I'M EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE

“I don’t think it’s you who gets to decide what I need, hm?”, he chuckled quietly. “I told you I’m willing to wait, y/n, to give you all the time you need and to earn your trust until you’re ready for touch and whatever else there is.” BABY BOY YOU'RE PERFECT

“Yeah, I do, but is that more important than spending time with you and talking to you and getting to know you? Obviously not, y/n. It might take me a moment to get used to it, cause it’s so natural to me, but I can live without all of that. But in a few years’ time, I don’t want to look back, thinking what if, you know? We can take it slow. As slow as you want to, okay? Please don’t push me away, y/n. Give me the chance to be what you deserve.” I JUST LOVE HIM SOOOOOO MUCH

Parts of Mason reminded you of Arthur and the way he’d charmed his way into your heart, but then there was this big chunk of Mason that was so incredibly different to your ex. Arthur would’ve never gone through so much trouble for you. He would’ve never tried again if you’d ignored him like that. He would’ve left the moment you'd made it as difficult for him as for Mason now. EXACTLYYYYYY

The second date was followed by a third and that quickly turned into a fourth. And even in between those days, you’d kept in touch; talked a lot on facetime, shared messages and from day to day it became easier to let him in. SCREAMING, WE ARE WINNING

Over the month you’d been dating already, Mason and you had developed the habit of taking walks in the late afternoons to watch the sun set on the horizon and spend some quality time together without being watched by too many eyes. OMG I NEED THIS

From the corner of your eye, you observed Mason for a moment. The way he sat there, staring at the water and enjoying the time he got to spend with you with a soft smile on his lips. He was handsome at the best of times, but when he looked like this, peaceful and at ease, he was just absolutely gorgeous. HE LOOKS LIKE THAT CAUSE HE IS WITH YOU🤭

Your heart was racing in your chest, threatening to burst your ribcage and you were close to chickening out, but this one time, you wanted to be brave. You wanted him to know that it was worth it, that you were indeed worth it. YESSSSS

Mason froze on the spot, his heart skipping a few beats before it appeared to be bursting in his chest. Slowly, he turned his head, gaze settled on your joined hands before he locked his eyes on yours and when you smiled at him timidly, almost unsure of yourself, he threaded his fingers through yours and squeezed your hand. HE IS SOOOOOOOO HAPPYYYYY

Mason just squeezed your hand, too overwhelmed to actually say something and despite fearing he was pushing his luck, he brushed a barely-there kiss on top of your head. THE HEAD KISS🥹🥹🥹

After that evening in the park, things had relaxed further between you two. Not in the sense that you’d been constantly touching him, but ever since that first time, it had felt natural to hold his hand while watching TV or playing with his fingers whenever you had the chance to and one evening, you’d even been brave enough to snuggle into his side, searching for more of the calmness his touch and presence brought. SHE IS OPENING UP FOR HIM🥹 MY LITTLE GIRL

You’d both been invited to a small gathering with friends at Luke’s and whilst you’d been hesitant to go, Mason had assured you it would be fine. He hadn’t told you specifically, but you were sure he’d told his friends that touch was a big deal for you, meaning hugs and everything coming close to it were off the table and whilst at first it had made you feel a little more at ease, now that you were about to knock at Luke’s front door, it made you feel a little uncomfortable. I LOVE HOW HE TOLD HIS FRIENDS THAT TGEY HAVE TO BEHAVE IN A CERTAIN WAY

The way Mason’s hand tightened around yours pulled you from your thoughts. “y/n?” THE FACT THAT HE UNDERSTANDS HER SOOOOO FAST

“We can leave whenever you want to, okay?” 🥹🥹🥹 THAT'S WHAT I NEED IN LIFE

“I promise you.”, you smiled and in a split-second decision, you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s knock. Otherwise, they’ll think I’m even weirder than I already am." I'M SCREAMINGGGG

Your worries that Mason's friends might not like you were quickly put to rest, as the moment you’d been introduced to everyone, Anouska had simply whisked you away and integrated you into her girl friend’s circle as if you’d always been part of it. THANK YOU ANOUSKA

He’d shot you an apologising look when you’d whispered to him that he didn’t have to mother you, but by the cheeky smile on your face, he’d been able to tell that you’d simply been messing with him a little as you did appreciate the way he so openly cared about you. ONE OF MY FAVOURITES COUPLES

His smile was one of your favourite features of his. It could light up any room – especially your heart though – and whenever it grazed his lips, he radiated that little bit more warmth than he did anyway. YES, YES, YES, THAT'S SO TRUE

He focused on the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled up at him, your cheeks slightly rosy from the tiredness taking over, but the way you looked so happy made him all giddy. He’d known you’d get along well with his friends and their partners, but to see it with his own eyes was something else. HE IS IN LOVE

He deserved something that showed him just how much you appreciated everything he’d done and how much you trusted him already. Not once had he given you the feeling of not being good enough and now it was on you to show him that he was good enough too. OHHH

Mason froze to the spot when you stepped closer and it took him a moment to wrap his head around what was happening as you cuddled into his body, arms circling his waist and head finding a home on his chest, but the moment you let out a deep breath of relief and snuggled further into his shirt, he eventually reciprocated the hug and pulled you flush against him. I'M MELTED ON THE FLOOR

And when there was one person worth of being in your life, then it was Mason. The most thoughtful, patient, caring and loving person you’d ever met. The epitome of a good person. MY MAN🤭😌

You were about to say something, when a jaw escaping your lips caused Mason to laugh quietly. “Want me to bring you home?” AHHAHAHA SHE'S CUTE

“I erm…”, you dropped your gaze to his chest in hesitation. There was nothing to worry about, but the thought of him saying no was still nagging in the furthest corner of your brain. “Do you think I could stay at yours?” OMG SHE JUST DROPPED A BOMB

Mason felt pathetic when you reached out to wipe the stray tear that rolled down his cheek, but you staying over at his was such a big deal and the fact you’d asked him to out of nowhere had simply overwhelmed him in the best way possible. It meant that you trusted him enough to let your guard down completely, to be at your most vulnerable around him and he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d eventually made it to the summit of your heart.   OMG HE IS OVER THE MOON, MY LITTLE BABY

From the way he was looking at you, you could tell that he really wanted to kiss you and whilst you’d envisioned a different place for your first kiss, you really wanted to feel him too, so instead of overthinking it like you always did, you made the first move, bringing your face a little closer to his, and when Mason dipped down to meet your lips, you didn’t pull away, but instead let him kiss you softly. OMGGGGG THAY KISSED AAAAAAAAA YESSSSSSS

After that evening, things had developed further, and things had become a lot easier for the both of you. Now that Mason knew you trusted him entirely, he was a lot more relaxed around you and the way you were more physical and open with him encouraged him to be the same around you. FINALLY

Whilst he was still a little scared of overstepping and making you uncomfortable, he didn’t shy away from hugging you from behind when you were in the bathroom removing your make-up. Neither did he held back when it came to pinching your bum or kissing you randomly and you showing him the same amount of love kept reassuring him as the days went by. HE IS SILLY🤭😂

Well, after everything you’d been through with him, you could finally be sure that he wasn’t worthy of just your trust, but also your love. You’d told him you loved him a few weeks after that evening at Luke’s and ever since that moment, things were simply perfect. SHE SAID THE THREE WORDS

You loved being around him, holding his hand, hugging and kissing him and whilst you’d never thought it was possible, sex with Mason was simply amazing too. He cared about your feelings, about you as a person and made sure to tell you every day. OHHHH, NAUGHTYYYY, THEY HAD SEXXX TOOOO🤭🤭🤭

And now, four months into your relationship, you’d eventually asked him to meet your family. Mason had been bricking it ever since you’d told him, knowing that after your awful ex, your family had become wary when it came to men in your life. FAMILY MEETINGGGGG

Your dad had pulled you aside not too long ago and told you that he really liked Mason and that the way he looked at you like you’d hung the moon made it obvious just how much he cared about you. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug and with a kiss to your head he’d said that he couldn’t have asked for a better person to be by your side. TGE DAD APPROVED, YAYYYYY

With the nerves having kept you on edge all day long, everything about today had been more exhausting that you’d thought it would be and you’d become a little sleepy, so you snuggled a little more into your boyfriend’s body, willing to pay attention to his and your brother’s conversation, but soon enough his steady heartbeat against your cheek and the soft rumbling of his chest whenever he chuckled, had your eyes growing all heavy and it didn’t take long for sleep to take over.  SHE FEEL ASLEEP, LITTLE GIRL FEELS SAFE

“Oh, look at her.”, your mum suddenly cooed. A smile grazing her features at the way her daughter had nodded off. “That’s never happened before, I think.” OHHHHH

“She’s never fallen asleep on someone else before.”, she explained. “At least not when others are around. She never told me why, but she must trust you a lot, Mason. Otherwise, this would’ve never happened.” I LOVE HER FAMILY

“I’m just so lucky to have her.”, he whispered, the tips of his fingers just about brushing the warm skin of your cheek. “I know it’s not been easy for her at all, but she’s so special and so wonderful and she deserves everything good in life. I’m so grateful I get to be in her life and I really hope it’ll stay like this forever. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” IT IS GOING TO STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER😌.

“I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her, too.”, he said, voice slightly strained. “After everything that happened with Arthur, we didn’t think we’d ever get the old y/n back, but you, son, you brought her back and I don’t think we can ever thank you enough for that.” WELL, I OFFICIALLY STARTED CRYING

CARLOTTA

I FELT THIS ONE SOOOOOOO MUCH, OMG YOU'RE MAGICAL

GIRL, THAT WAS PERFECT, HOW CAN TOU NOT BE PROUD OF IT???

I LOVED HOW HE LET HER TAKE HER TIME, AND HOW SHE SLOWLY INITIATED EVERY TOUCH

THE HUG IN THE KITCHEN AND HER ASKING TO STAY AT HIS WAS MY FAVOURITE PART, I JUST FELT SOOOOO SOFT AND HAPPY FIR HIM

AND TGE KISS???🤭🤭🤭

THEN THE FAMILY MEETING WAS PERFECT, HER DAD APPROVING MASON, AND HER MOM SAING ALL THOSE CUTE THINGS TO HIM

OMG, CAN WE HAVE MORE ABOUT THEM, I NEED TO SEE THEM LIVING TOGETHER, HAVING A BABY AND THEN GETTING MARRIED, PLEASE

GOD, HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU🥹

THANK YOU FOR DECIDING TO FINISH THIS ONE FIRTS AND FOR DONATING IT TO US🩷🩷🩷🩷

Your reactions are always so sweet and entertaining as well 🥹🥹

Thank you for always taking the time to let me know what you thought 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you my love 🩷🩷