#why you gotta be this way merlin ]

[idaaadivock]

not to talk about dune on main but like. lisan al-gaib became an instant meme in the theater i was at. like great acting amazing music (thank you hans zimmer you're a real one) phenomenal photography and setting and fight choreography

but stilgar's LISAN AL-GAIB in every circumstance possible was so funny it made the whole theater erupt into laughter directly after the fight with feyd-rautha which is supposed to be like. poignant ig and powerful and an overall vibe

y'all hit the wrong vibe besties 😭😭

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

All, der real

Me: they sure are perfect...damn

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[ellecdc]

Helloo Elle!

I have a request for a James fic, basically in class they get to see the mirror of erised and when James looks he sees reader and goes “can you move?” Or something??

Love ur fics<33

this was such a cute idea! thanks for the prompt, lovie <3

James Potter x fem!reader who look into the Mirror of Erised [1.4k words]

CW: friends/classmates to lovers, partners on a school project, reader is not in Gryffindor

“Potter! You’re going to get us into trouble.” You hissed quietly, though you stuck dutifully behind him under the invisibility cloak as the two of you carried on down the corridors.

“You’re going to get us into trouble if you don’t keep quiet.” He countered, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted you to be quiet - he found himself to be quite fond of your voice if he was being particularly honest. 

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” You whispered, and he was sure that the point of his neck where your breath brushed against would feel tingly for the rest of the evening.

James scoffed at your question, though he knew you could tell there was no real heat behind it at the way you swatted playfully at his arm. “What’s the point of writing about the Mirror of Erised if we’ve never even seen it?”

“People write papers on things they’ve never seen all the time, James.” You responded firmly. “Merlin, the Philosopher's stone, the existence of nargles…” Your voice trailed off at the end, and James didn’t even have to turn to look at you to know that your brows were furrowed and your nose was scrunched up in confusion as you recalled Pandora Rosier’s last presentation in your Care for Magical Creatures class. 

“Would you like to do the honours?” He asked you then, pulling the cloak off the two of you now that you were stationed in front of the unused classroom that the mirror was being stored in.

You rolled your eyes at his grandeur but cast an alohomora at the door with a smile on your face nonetheless. 

The candles that lit up automatically at your arrival did nothing to quell the almost cold greyness of the room - the candles, the two of you, and the cloth covered object being the only things seemingly radiating any warmth.

“Feels like I’m about to look at a boggart, not the Mirror of Erised…” You muttered quietly, peering around the room with your arms locked around your middle as you subconsciously leaned closer to James’ side. 

“Where’s your sense of adventure, gorgeous?” James teased you, causing you to narrow your eyes at him in what he was certain was your best attempt at a sneer. 

“We tend to leave that up to your kind, Mr. Gryffindor.” You volleyed, but your attempt at an insult merely caused James to beam a smile at you. 

He might have been imagining it, but he was sure that you didn’t seem too disappointed at the outcome. 

“That’s gotta be it there, yeah?” You said then, gesturing towards the tall blanket-covered piece of furniture standing along a wall opposite of stacked chairs and desks.

“What do you say? Ladies first?” James asked as he stood beside the mirror, holding the blanket in his hands as he raised his eyebrows at you in wait.

“Alright…” You said, clearly trying for levity but James couldn’t help but notice that you rolled your shoulders in an attempt to ready yourself.

James pulled at the cloth covering the mirror with a flourish, which he immediately regretted when the room became a cloud of dust that was only enhanced by the gentle candle light.

“Merlin's tits, sorry angel.” James coughed as he tried to fan the dust away from his face. 

With a flick of his wand in an attempt to vanish the dust, James also accidentally vanished the cloth meaning whoever put it in here would be aware of someone interfering with the magical artefact.

James took off his glasses and used his shirt to wipe at the lenses (ignoring the internal berating he was receiving from both his mum and Remus for not using the cloth specifically made for just this) before returning them to his face.

With the dust gone and James’ glasses righted, he spotted you standing in the centre of the room staring at your reflection with a slightly furrowed brow and your mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.

You schooled your expression quickly in a way that James was certain had he not lived with the likes of Sirius “I don’t have feelings for Remus” Black and Remus “I don’t have feelings” Lupin for as long as he had, he wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

“What d’you see? Anything good?” He asked, leaning against the golden frame with all the blaseness he could muster; he was really quite excited to look in it himself. 

You smirked over at him and James told himself that the thump in his chest was from his excitement at getting to lock eyes on the infamous Mirror of Erised. “I see us getting nothing short of an Outstanding on this assignment.”

“With that beautiful brain of yours? There was never any doubt.” James replied haughtily. “Okay, my turn.” He continued quickly, moving in front of you to peer into the mirror. 

He waited for the image to shift; to see himself winning the Quidditch World Cup, to see himself with a partner and children in an idyllic countryside house, to see himself pulling off the biggest prank that the Marauders ever imagined.

But you wouldn’t move.

“Y/N, can you move, please?” He asked quickly, eyes not moving from the mirror as he waited for you to step out of the reflection.

“What do you mean?” You responded, voice sounding far away, and James felt his heart fall right out of his arse when he realised that your lips never moved in the reflection as you said it, and what exactly that meant for him. 

Sure enough, you appeared in his field of vision, moving to stand beside the mirror before gently leaning against it as you stared James head on; he moved his nervous gaze back to the mirror only to be accosted with much the same view in his reflection. 

“What do you see, James?” You asked quietly then, and if James wasn’t currently having a bit of an existential crisis, he may have picked up the taunting in your tone.

But the reflection of you was looking at him with nothing short of love, while the real you was looking at him with something that looked…knowing? And also full of mischief. 

“What is it that you desire most?” You continued; tone taking on a nearly sultry quality as you slowly made your way over to him.

But he wouldn’t look at you, couldn’t look at you; not when he had the image of you standing beside him with eyes full of care and admiration, not when he’d be looking away from that and towards what might be disdain, discomfort, or even disgust. 

“I think the mirror kind of said it all, didn’t it?” He whispered back, knowing he’d essentially outed himself. 

You hummed in acknowledgement as you finally made it to his side. “Why won’t you look away, James?”

“This is preferable.”

“Preferable?” 

“Right.”

“She’s looking at you with love, isn’t she?” You asked gently. 

James finally closed his eyes at that. 

“That’s how you were looking at me, too.”

His eyes flew right back open as he turned to stare at you - the real you.

And there you were, the real you, looking at him knowingly, and accusingly, and nervously, and…lovingly.

“You saw me too?” He whispered.

“I saw you too.” You agreed softly. 

“Oh thank Merlin.” James groaned as he pulled you in tightly against him and rested his forehead against yours. “I thought this whole thing was about to go tits up.”

You snorted in laughter as you linked your arms around his middle in return. “The rest of this assignment would’ve gotten really awkward.” You agreed, and the two of you stood there in front of the Mirror of Erised, neither of you looking at the mirror, but rather breathing in exactly what it was that each of you desired most. 

“Think we got what we needed, James?” You murmured into his chest, referring to your extra-credit work of actually experiencing the magical artefact that the two of you were writing about.

But as he relished the warmth of your body which was slotted against his as though the two of you were puzzle pieces created to fit together, he had no problem agreeing that, yeah, the two of you got what you needed.

[justaz]

arthur + co head into the woods for some fucking reason don't ask me and arthur gets separated and meets with some rogue druids? idk a couple magic people and one of em tries to attack arthur but the attacks fail and the other one (leader? idk) just goes "dumbass. fucking look at him. you think your magic would work against him?" and the other one looks at arthur for a long time before going "oh shit,, bros protected." and the leader nods and is like "yeah. by emrys. so don't be stupid and try to hurt him again otherwise emrys might come after you and i'll die by proxy." and arthur is just there like "hi. wtf are you talking about?" and gets a short explanation about emrys and all the protection spells he's cast over arthur to the point where he's almost basically immune to magic. and arthur is like "hi. idk an emrys. also why would a super powerful sorcerer be protecting me?"

anyways, they're like "no yeah emrys is protecting you from the shadows. has been for a while now. you probably don't know him as emrys - he goes by another name. based on the sheer amount of spells on you, he's been protecting you for years." and then they dip bc like hell are they gonna stick around for emrys to find them talking to arthur and arthur makes his way back to the knights and merlin and merlin gets all naggy like "wtf is ur problem? stop wandering off! you could've died! i wasn't there to protect you!" and arthur shoots back instinctively like "and how would you protect me, merlin?" and merlin just glares before rolling his eyes and going "you have no idea the amount of times i've saved your ungrateful ass"

BOOM arthur suspects merlin and stalks him and watches him perform magic and watches as druids and sorcerers kneel before him and call him "lord emrys" and he's just like "wtf." idk. it was the barest glimpse of a vision from god. this is all i got. yall gotta fill in the gaps.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Don't Tease

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI

Thanks to @pizzaapeteer for helping me with this idea!

Mattheo had this idea of finding the most public spots for you two to have sex. He loved the thrill of potentially getting caught, but he also knew you hated potentially getting caught. He promised you you’d never get caught. He’d make sure. It did very little to reassure you, but you also couldn’t deny how hot is was to fuck somewhere risky.

He had just finished quidditch practice and went to the locker rooms to shower and change. You were with Lorenzo in the stands, just chatting until the boys were done. Mattheo was fast and made his way up the stands, freshly showered and changed. He sat with you guys and Lorenzo left shortly after that.

Once he was out of sight, Mattheo was kissing you. One of his hands in your hair, the other grabbing your waist until he pulled you onto his lap.

“Do you know how distracting you are?” He said against your lips before kissing his way down to your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking of just pushing up your short little skirt and fucking you.”

“Mattheo!” You whisper-shouted. “We can’t do that here!” You said but made no move of getting off of him.

He hummed against your neck. “Why not? No one’s here. Practice is over. It’s just us.” He said between kisses.

“Anyone could come up here.” You warn and he bites down on your neck, earning a whimper from you.

“No one will.” He reassured, pulling your hips forward so you could feel how hard he was.

Your eyes widened. “Merlin, Matty.”

“Need you so fucking bad, princess. No one'll come. Just let me fuck you. You'll feel so good, you'll forget where we are.” He said, lips brushing your neck as he spoke before continuing leaving kisses and bites.

You sigh softly, debating in your head if it's worth it. “We gotta be quick.” You finally say after a moment.

“Of course.” He smiled before moving to sit you down in the seat as he kneeled in front of you. He pushed your skirt up and rubbed his thumb over your panties, over your clit.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment. “Stop teasing.”

“Don't rush me.” He quipped, but pulled down your panties, pocketing them. He rubbed at your clit again and chuckled. “You're soaked, princess. You can't even deny you like this.”

“I never said I didn't.” You said, biting back a moan. “Just don't wanna get caught.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “So filthy, angel.” He dipped his head and replaced his thumb with his mouth, licking at your clit while his fingers teased your entrance.

“Fuck, Matty.” You lean your head back, gripping at his hair. “I said ‘stop teasing.’”

“No fun in that.” You could almost feel his smile as he said that.

“Asshole.” You mutter before a moan passes your lips, looking back at him.

He ignored your comment, but did finally push his fingers in you. You moaned and bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself. No one was probably around anyways, but you didn't wanna risk it any more than you have already.

“Can you please just fuck me already?” You whined.

“Stop being impatient.” He groaned, pulling your hips closer to his face. He kept licking and sucking at your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you. It had you bucking against him, biting at your lip hard to conceal your moans. “That's it.” He drawled. “Cum on my fucking face.” With only a few more flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers, he had you crying out, muffling yourself with your hand as your body shook. “So fucking pretty.” He cooed, trying to get you to calm down from the orgasm as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

He helped you stand up and had you lean forward on the railing overlooking the field. You could faintly hear him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

“Now you can drop that attitude from earlier, huh?” He teased as he slowly eased his cock into you.

“You were being a tease.” You retorted, hissing at the stretch of his cock.

“I'm not teasing anymore.” He groaned once he was fully inside you.

He started thrusting, one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you up with him, the other hand resting on one of yours on the railing, weaving his fingers through yours.

“A pretty view with a pretty girl wrapped around my cock.” He teased, kissing your neck again.

“So vulgar.” You said, closing your eyes and biting your lip again to bite back the moans threatening to escape.

“You love it.” He smiled against your neck.

You used the hand that was under his to grip his fingers tighter, your other hand covering your mouth.

“No comebacks?” He mused, biting gently on your neck.

“Gonna cum.” You warned, ignoring his tease.

“Already? Does being fucked in public like this make it that much better?” He said mockingly.

You came again, crying out into your hand as your legs threatened to collapse under you. Mattheo groaned behind you as he felt your pussy clenching around him, keeping you standing as he felt your legs shaking.

“I know I agreed to being quick, but I didn't think that fast, princess.” He chuckled as your orgasm faded. He was still fucking into you, seeming in no rush.

“Shut up.” You said, annoyed as you fought back whimpers as he was nearly overstimulating you.

“You know you don't make the orders around here, darling.” He said, moving his hand from yours to wrap around your throat. “But if you give me one more orgasm, I'll consider it.”

“It's too much, Matty.” You whined.

“Just one more, princess. I know you can do it.” He said, kissing the back of your neck.

You were whining and whimpering into your hands, legs still shaky and unsteady.

“Come on, angel. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. I know you wanna come again.” He spoke softly into your ear, a stark contrast from the way he's squeezing your neck and fucking into you. “One more and I'll fill you with my cum.” He groaned softly in your ear.

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit, trembling in his grasp as you choked out sobs into your hand.

“Good fucking girl, princess. You're so fucking good for me.” He praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy, nearing his own orgasm. He helped ride out your orgasm before he came, filling your pussy with his cum.

You two caught your breath before he pulled out, picking you up as you yelped in surprise.

“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” He smiled at you.

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[guiltyreverie]

Lollipops and cigarettes

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Content tags: established friends, slytherin!reader, no angst (i deserve a medal for this lmao)

Warning: mentions of drugs, suggestive content but no smut, just heavy foreplay

Prompt: "I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you." (source)

Summary: Mattheo thinks it‘s fun to explore the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night

A/N: boy, the way I hop from one Riddle to another - i can fix him ykyk ok but these are shorter than other fics since theyre part of the prompt thingy I’m doing and I figured I should get started

Word count: 1.9k

You would kill him - you will kill him - if whatever is in here doesn’t kill you first and then you’ll kill yourself for letting him persuade you in the first place.

Mattheo disregarded many things, like his school work, attendance, relationships but you gotta leave it to him - he knew how to push your buttons and when he said he’d take Amara from the year below with him if you weren’t joining him, you snapped and agreed - looking at nothing but pitch blackness and the occasional rustle - that always scared the living shits out of you - you thought to yourself, he should’ve taken her.

You weren’t the type to get frightened easily but the eerie dread that filled you once you were so deep in you couldn’t even see Hogwarts anymore it was over and you almost jumped at every sound, your hand subconsciously reaching out for Mattheo only for him to give you the most shit-eating grin and tease your anxious behavior - Salazar knows why you like this idiot in the first place.

The unsteady path shaped by the trees seemed never ending and incredibly unnerving, even if you tried to see the end it was just pitch black.

“Come on, princess, ”, he pokes your side with his elbow and nudges his head forward, “who knows what’s waiting for us out there.”, he smirks and you scoff loudly and hit him, resulting in the leaves rustling in the trees and crows suddenly emerging with loud ‘craws’ and you almost shit yourself.

Subconsciously you hold on tighter to him to the point your chest touches his arm.

“I hate you, by Merlin’s beard, fuck you, Riddle.”, you whisper-shout into his ear; his head turns towards yours in a matter of a second, your face was already so close to his, your noses brushed together when he turned; you could feel his breath tingling on your lips.

Shivers ran down your spine - you were used to the tension that followed almost every interaction you had with Mattheo but this? This was on a different level - the both of you were alone in the woods, your body clinging to him and now you just had to move forward, not even two inches and you’d finally know how his lips taste - you bet like a mixture of lollipops and cigarettes.

He smirks and you could feel the ghost of his touch on your lips - you will breach the distance between you guys if he isn’t going to do it.

His hand reaches out for your hair and brushes a piece of it back behind your ear and you’re finally able to make out the shadows on his face, like his scar on his nose, or the scar on his right eyebrow, from the small light of the moonshine seeping through the branches of the tree and your breath hitches - he was smiling.

You knew you liked him and you knew how it felt to like someone but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his smile accompanied by the soft glow of the moon on his face would make your insides explode; make you feel so warm - the former coldness of the forbidden forest long forgotten.

“Fuck me yourself, babe.”, he grins and the almost fairy tale-like illusion you just created in your head shattered - this is Mattheo fucking Riddle, by Salazar you still don’t know why you like him, of course he’d make a dirty jab at you.

You were about to roll your eyes and push him away but you had a better idea in your head; your hands reach for his jawline and you start to trace it, his small beard stubbles scratching your fingertips and you can see the way he gulps hard by his adams apple - his jaw clenched but a curious glint in his eyes - what are you doing? Your fingers start to trace the way down to his neck, followed by his collarbone towards his chest and abs until your fingers stop at his waistband; his eyes follow your touch in anticipation and curiosity but he hasn’t dared to utter a single word. You tug him closer towards you by his waistband and you reached up until your lips ghosted over his neck - right above the spot most girls would leave their hickeys on, you assumed it was his most sensitive spot; a few seconds later you make your way back to his ear, your lips graze his earlobe and you can hear his breath hitch and you smile: “Don’t mind if I do.”

He sucks in a deep breathe and gives you a warning glance: “Fuck, princess, unless you actually plan to follow up with that, don’t tease me like that.”

“Why not?”, you smile knowingly, Riddle might not be interested in romantic relationships but you knew the effect you could have on a man.

“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone right here because I have a hard business to take care of”, he glances down towards the dent on his crotch, your hand was still on his waistband and you let out a small giggle, “do you?”

“Let me take care of it, then?”, you give him your best doe eyes while your hands slowly pull on his waistband and you can almost see him come undone at the mere idea of you touching him - it made you feel powerful, hopeful and needy for him.

“Princess,”, his eyes darkened, he seemed to finally snap out of his trance and before you know it your back was pushed against a tree, Mattheo’s arms were wrapped around your waist and his forehead was leaning against yours, he was breathing heavily, as if he could barely contain himself - he looked at you like a starved prisoner, ready to finally devour you after he’s been denied for so long and god did it turn you on.

“Tell me off.”, he whispers against your lips, you start to wonder if you have to beg him to kiss you and you shake your head.

“Kiss me, Riddle.”

His lips immediately meet yours and you close your eyes leaning closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you even closer by your waist. Earlier he looked like he could devour you and right now, he is, his one arm went up to your head and he started to slightly tug at your hair, not hard enough for it to hurt but hard enough to make your head go back and for you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”, he breathes against the outer corner of your mouth and starts leaving sloppy kisses there as well.

His hands roam around your entire body until they find the back of your thighs and he starts to knead them slowly and you let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation of his big hands around your thighs, you were growing hotter and hotter, you wanted - scratch that- you needed this man, the tension in your core only growing stronger.

He lifts you up by your thighs, his lips never leaving your body, it felt he like was trying to engrave this feeling into his mind, and leans you against the wall, your crotch is right against his, your needy core almost immediately starts to rub against his hardened member and you let out a whimper.

He gently bites you in the neck and licks your most sensitive spot and you moan out his name.

“Baby”, he groans, “moan my name again”, his hands meet your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze and you moan out his name once more.

Just when he started to take off his shirt an alarm went off and you opened your eyes hazily.

“Fuck”, Mattheo curses and immediately puts his sweatshirt back on.

You have to take a deep breath to get back from the high you just felt and you give Mattheo a concerned look and breathily say: “What’s wrong?”

“Theo texted, there’s an emergency and they’re gathering all the students in the great hall.”, he bites his lips and you can’t help but almost completely disregard what he’s currently saying and only want to feel his lips on yours again.

“You’re staring.”

“Can’t blame me.”

He chuckles: “Now, princess”, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you back to where you had come from, “we gotta hurry before we get into big trouble for sneaking out.”, he gives you one last glance, and the current situation finally seems to dawn onto you and you start to freak out.

“Salazar, fuck, Mattheo, we’re so going to get a whole year of detention if they catch us.”, you bite your lip, the anxiety finally overshadowing your horny mind and you both hurry back to Hogwarts.

Out of breath you finally are inside the castle, skillfully evading any teachers or prefects and you can’t help but curse at him, the anxiety taking over - what if you’re too late?

"I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you."

“Nobody is going to kill you.”, he chuckles.

You roll your eyes: “Clearly, you haven’t met my mother.”

“I’ll just swoon her off her feet, too.”, he smirks and you pretend to gag at him.

He checks his phone: “We’re fine, Theo says, they’re still gathering all the students.”

You sigh in relief: “Theo deserves the greatest head for warning us like this.”

He turns around to face you, almost as if you’re insane, like he can’t believe your audacity, his jaw clenched: “Do I need to remind you of who’s name you moaned 30 minutes ago?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion until you finally get it and you can’t help but smirk: “I meant a joint.”

“Oh.”, he looked dumbfounded.

“You jealous, baby?”

The both of you arrive at the Great Hall and before you can enter Mattheo grabs your arm and halts you from entering.

You stare at him confused and expectantly.

“This is more than just sex to me, princess.”, he looks at you, his eyes filled with so much vulnerability you soften at his words and your inside starts to fill with joy, you had hoped this is how it would be between you guys, even if you had been fine with just staying friends as well.

“I feel the same”, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

He smiles back and you make your way into the Great Hall, the both of you skillfully and undetected make your way to your friends and stand next to them.

When they spot you they greet you with laughter and smiles, Theo winked at the both of you and all of you waited for the roll call, all while your hand never left Mattheos grasp.

“Y’know we’ll continue later, right?”, he whispers in your ear and when you turn around you’re met with his smug grin and the brightest shining eyes in the room and you smile feeling absolutely content and you can’t wait to taste the taste of lollipops and cigarettes again.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

For the love of Merlin please give me Percy Wesley x older!Potter!sister — the ultimate yandere

Percy who is determined and headstrong stepping onto the Hogwarts Express for the very first time and taking one look at the pretty girl with dark hair and green eyes and a scar on her face that she’s baring proudly, just as he’s baring his second hand robes proudly, and deciding that that’s the one he wants before even getting her name

Introducing himself with confidence and is pleased to be met with a beaming smile, no judgement present

Molly would be horrified hearing Percy is in Slytherin

Her most rule following, intelligent and sophisticated son a snake??? Not understanding why until Charlie breaks out into a fit of laughter and sputters something about Percy following a pretty girl into the house and Molly whips around looking like she wants to smack sense into him because he’s obviously lost his mind and he just raises his brows and is like “yes but it’s Potter!Reader soooooo” and she has to compose herself

He’s determine to become everything his family isn’t, everything his father isn’t, making a silent promise to be better and to take care of their family that way Arthur Weasley just couldn’t

It’s funny though cause she’s already rich. Having money isn’t a driving factor for a relationship, she just wants to be seen and loved.

Yesssss, I love it!!!! But hear me out though; Yan!poly Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood with Older!sibling!Potter!Reader👀🤗. Thoughts??

Percy would totally have a much darker streak, mainly cause his darling is always ending up it shitty situations or having to deal with shitty people so he’s gotta compensate somehow to be able to help/protect her. Not to mention he’s gotta be slick to move his way up in life to be at the point he feels he can thoroughly provide for his darling and their future family.

Also, I totally see him being an absolute fucking simp for Potter!Reader, you can’t tell me otherwise. And he takes such pride in it too. Boy loves his darling so much and so early on that he is utterly willing to do absolutely whatever for them at any given second, whether she asks him to or not. After older!sister!Potter!Reader comes into Percy’s life, his whole world revolves around her and only her. She and their future together is his top priority and it makes him only strive all the harder in his education and later in his career. Everything he does and will do is for the two of them, no one else.

I just can’t help but to imagine how totally stressed out Percy is during the whole Prisoner of Azkaban plot. Like, mans is out on the hunt for Sirius Black himself to ensure his darling stays safe and sound. He would completely forbid Potter!Reader from leaving their dorm whatsoever, especially without him. His head would be on a swivel with how much he’s looking over both his and his darling’s shoulders. Not to mention also needing to keep an eye out on Harry too cause Merlin forbid anything happens to him.

Not to mention, Percy would always come in clutch for his darling when it came to them getting into trouble. He’ll cover for them as much as he possibly can too. Doing the same for Harry too, albeit a bit more reluctantly.

I love the idea of Percy and Potter!Reader moving in together after they graduate, like right after. Percy has been waiting for this moment for so long, just him and his darling and no more being at the Burrow. I could see him moving into Grimmauld Place with the Reader, Harry and Sirius, cause you know Sirius wasn’t gonna part so easily with the Reader let alone let the two move in together right away. Besides, Percy probably may as well have already moved in with how much he was over there. Or I could see Petunia giving the house on Spinner’s End to the Reader as a graduation gift/cause it belongs to her now (or the Reader just fucking breaks into it and moves in herself cause it is hers and Harry’s after all) and the Reader of course takes Harry with her to live there, cause you know damn well older!sister!Potter!Reader promised him when she first started attending Hogwarts that the second she graduated they would never have to go home to the Dursley’s ever again. Percy ends up moving in shortly after, or he’s already been moved in having taken to setting everything up while his darling got Harry and whatever things they needed.

I also could see Percy visiting the Dursley home a lot. Vernon and Petunia actually quite enjoy him and his company, he’s prim and proper, but most importantly he doesn’t come off as being anything remotely ‘unordinary’. Meanwhile, you know damn well he spent countless sleepless nights memorizing muggle related things to come off as ‘normal’ as possible to his darling’s aunt and uncle. Vernon especially takes to Percy given their bonding over talks about career plans. Percy particularly earns Vernon’s good graces when he mentions his want for an ‘office job’ and moving his way up the workplace latter when he eventually does get said job.

But let’s be honest, Percy is only trying to make nice with his darling’s family, he absolutely detests them and wishes nothing but hardship for the people who have made his darling and her brother’s lives hell. The look of utter horror and disdain when Percy sees the way the Reader and Harry live, he vows in that moment that he will do everything in his power to take his darling away from the abusive and neglectful situation they’ve been forced to endure and to give them everything they deserve and more. After that, I think Percy’s respect for/trust in Dumbledore would be nonexistent. Like, how fucking dare you to know about the situation my darling and her brother have grown up in and continue to let it take place. The situation you willingly handed them into. Percy would totally have mad beef with Albus, to the point where he just flat out calls and refers to Dumbledore as Albus, saying it with nothing but seething disgust. No more Sir, Professor or Headmaster. I think it would be Percy’s first true heel turn from being the respectful, rule abiding boy he was.

[emmawithtwoms]

Moving staircases

@wolfstarmicrofic day 12 - 696 words

Just as he thought he would have reached safety, Remus felt the stairs moving under his feet.

“Moony!”

Fucking moving staircases. 

“Moony, wait! Merlin, I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past ten minutes! Will you just stop running from me?”

“I’m not running”

“Oh so that was what? Walking rapidly?”

“Sirius, what do you want?”

The staircase was moving painstakingly slowly under their feet.

“I just wanna talk to you, you’ve been avoiding me for the past week! I wanna know what I did!”

“And then what, Sirius?! Pretend like nothing happened? Forget we talked about it like you do every single time? Act like you were drunk the night before just because you don’t want to face reality?!” 

“Moony…”

“Oh don’t ‘Moony’ me, asshole! Don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what this is all about! Every single time you kiss me, and make me believe that finally, Finally you’re gonna do something about… about this! About us, about whatever the fuck is going on! But noooo. The great Sirius Black is too above feelings, too above ties to just fucking stop and realise how much he’s hurting other people! And I’m here like an idiot, falling for it every single time! Well, I’m tired, Sirius. I’m tired of being you fucking puppet, I’m tired of being you emotional punching bag, who you go to whenever the weight of hiding who you really are gets too much. I’m not gonna let you ruin me just because you’re too much of a coward to accept who you are.” 

“Remus, please. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear! It was never about you!” 

“Oh it wasn’t? Really? So why would you crawl back to me every time?”

“That’s not what I meant!” 

Sirius shot his hand up in an apologetic way

“I-I just don’t know how to deal with… this”

“With what, Sirius?” 

Did the fucking staircase stop?

“With you-Us! I don’t know what it means, I just know that when whatever it is gets too much, you’re the only person I want around! Moony I’m begging you to believe me! I never meant to hurt you.”

Remus could not stand to look at his face, even in the scene they were causing in the, fortunately, empty staircase, Sirius did not give any kind of answer to Remus, just more questions. 

“So I’m just a what? A distraction? A way to get some weight off your chest?”

“What? NO! Merlin Moony no, you’re more than that, you know it.”

“Do I? Realy? Then what am I, Sirius? I am tired of being your dirty little secret. I am tired of the glances, and the winks, and the flirting, and the secret hook ups that you never mention the following day!” 

“YOU’RE THE REASON I CANNOT STOP FAKING ANYMORE! Please Moony, I always thought I could have hanfìdled this… thing in me, but then you came along, and I knew I was done for. I cannot control myself when I see you. The thought of waking up and not being able to touch you, hold you, kiss you… I’m desolated Moony, I never meant to make you feel unworthy or dirty, it was all about me, I thought I was taunting you, infecting you with whatever I had, and the voices in my head made me feel disgusted with myself after every secret rendezvous. But the truth is that I want you, Moony, more than anything in the world, I’m begging you, just- just let me…” 

Sirius was gripping the marble handrail so hard that his knuckles were white, tears were starting to form in his eyes and he was gripping his chest with his left hand, desperate for Remus to just turn around and look at him. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, Remus turned to stare into Sirius’s eyes, red rimmed hazel staring into stormy gray.

“No more secrets, Padfoot. No more pretending and no more girls. If you want me, you have me, but you gotta take all of me.”

“Yes, yes Moony, everything, please.” 

And as Remus finally got close to Sirius, the boys could feel the staircase reaching the other landing.

[theroundbartable]

Arthur is out with a couple coworkers whom he isn't out to. They keep encouraging him to flirt with random girls, so eventually he does due to peer pressure.

The moment he does, Merlin steps in and rants him into a pulp for harrassing those girls (who happens to be one of Merlin's friends.)

(It's the hackling from the background that ticked Merlin off, Arthur barely said anything.) Arthur's coworkers fight the fight for him but Arthur himself is more than intrigued by Merlin's courage.

After that, Arthur visits the bar more often. But he doesn't get to talk to him because Merlin doesn't like him and ignores him. At some point, Arthur becomes desperate and asks one of his girl friends to assist him to get Merlin to talk to him... By staging that he's harrassing them (they are in on it) and Merlin feels the need to step in... Time and time again until Arthur is kicked out from the bar for life.

When the bartender tells Arthur that he has to leave, Arthur's desperation grows even worse and he begs to be allowed to leave one last message. He writes it on a napkin and tells him to give it to Merlin.

"sorry for being a pratt. You're cute and I didn't know how else to talk to you!

Here is my number: xxxx-xxxx"

Naturally, Merlin thinks it's either a prank or that Arthur handed it to the wrong person, so he texts Arthur pretending to be Elena, the last girl arthur "harrassed". Btw, all Arthur's "victims" somehow ended up befriending Merlin and encouraging Arthur to keep trying because Merlin is single and his only flaw is that he doesn't listen when someone tries to explain to him that it was all a scheme.

Elena (Merlin): you gave me your number, are you serious?! You got kicked out for harrassing me!

Arthur: sorry, Who is this?

Elena (Merlin): this is Elena, the blond girl you attacked?!?! You do that often?!

Arthur: you have a new number? Jesus, Elena, I almost had a heart attack. Do you know if Merlin got my number yet?

Elena (Merlin): ???

Arthur: and why are you texting me like that?! Is he watching? Am I supposed to write something?

Elena (Merlin): I have this number from the napkin the barkeeper gave me

Arthur: That doesn't make sense, Elena. I have your number saved! I've known you since kindergarten! Why would you say that?!

Merlin: So... You MEANT to send it to me? This isn't Elena, btw, this is Merlin. What do you mean, you've known her since Kindergarten?!

Merlin: ...

Merlin: hey, why aren't you answering?!

Arthur: hey

Merlin: what?! The hell?! Why would you give the barkeeper your number to give to me? And why do you know Elena?!

Arthur (Morgana): Hello, this is Arthur's sister, my name is Morgana. My dear brother is currently panicking because he thinks you're cute and he would like to date you. But he chickened out because you actually texted him and that's why I had to take over.

Merlin: yeah... Right

Arthur (Morgana) it's true though. He asked some of his friends to help him get a rise out of you. He's truly pathetic, but he showed me a picture, so I get it. Elena and Mithian are just some of them. You can ask them, too.

Merlin: wait... What?!

Arthur (Arthur): I can't believe she told you that

Merlin: you

Merlin: what

Merlin: is this a prank

Arthur: can't you just reject me already, I'm dying over here.

Merlin: no fucking way.

Merlin: If you're actually some sort of decent person, no way I'm missing out. You're hot

Arthur (Morgana): this is Morgana again. Arthur is panicking again. Saturday 2pm?

Merlin: sounds good to me.

Merlin: I'm flattered... Haha

Arthur (Morgana): you should be. I've never seen him so excited. You're gonna have an easy game.

Arthur (Morgana): okay, I gotta go, he just passed out.

Merlin: oh... Okay. Thank you?!

[theemporium]

please Sirius with best friend reader, he gets jealous that someone asks her to the ball, so they have a fight and she's also angry with him bcus he didn't ask her first. idiots in love, happy ending pls

thank you for requesting!🖤

.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I’M NOT KIDDING!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Each and every exclamation felt like nails on a chalkboard to Sirius as he watched you sit amongst the other girls, a wide grin on your face that you couldn’t wipe off your face even if you tried. And you had been acting like such for the better part of the last forty minutes. 

And Sirius was losing his patience.

The Yule Ball had been all everyone had been talking about. Between the decorations arriving for the last few weeks and the new flush of students from France and Bulgaria, it was all anyone could focus on. What mattered more then who was going to the ball together and who was getting rejected?

Sirius, just like everyone else, had been excited about the ball. 

Until you had come running into the common room, rambling away about how some Durmstrang boy had swooped in and asked you out—some boy that was clearly known in the group considering each of the girls’ reactions. And it irked him.

No, it fucking pissed him off and he couldn’t understand why.

“Do you think—” 

However, you cut yourself off when you noticed the way Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last five minutes. You shot the girls a look before you moved closer to your best friend, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Are you okay?” you asked, taking the seat next to him on the couch.

He flashed you a false grin. “Of course. Everything’s fucking peachy, why wouldn’t I be okay?”

You frowned a little at his snappy tone. “Merlin, who shoved a stick up your ass?” 

“Nobody,” he grumbled and waved you off. “Go on, don’t let me distract you from what stress Steven wants to see you in.” 

“His name is Sven,” you corrected and, for some reason, that only pissed him off more.

“Like I give a flying fuck anyways,” Sirius muttered under his breath, looking everywhere but at you.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you?” you asked him, a little pissed off yourself now as you turned your body a little more to face him. “Just yesterday you were asking me to help you choose dressing robes and now—”

“Now I’m not going!” Sirius blurted out, catching you both by surprise.

“What?” you shook your head. “Why?!” 

“Because!” he stated simply. 

“Because what?” you pushed further. 

“Because I wanted to go with you!” Sirius exclaimed, a little breathless from his own confession as he stared at you. And then his voice dropped a little softer as he continued. “I wanted to go with you but you are now going with him.”

Your face softened. “Sirius—”

“No, I get it, it’s—” he took a deep breath and gave you a strained smile. “Just leave it, okay?”

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured fondly.

“I already know,” Sirius sighed.

“I wanted to go with you too,” you told him.

“I know you—” Sirius paused mid-sentence, frowning a little as he processed your words before turning to you. “You what?” 

“I wanted to go with you, Sirius,” you repeated, trying to bite back your grin as you took in his puppy dog expression. “You were just taking your damn time to ask.” 

“You could have asked too,” he muttered out defensively before he let out a breath. “You would have said yes?” 

“I still would,” you shrugged.

“And dump Sven?” 

“In a heartbeat.” 

“Oh baby,” Sirius grinned and quickly jumped up to his feet, holding his hand out to you. “Just you wait, this is gonna be the best ball invite of your life.” 

You raised your brows in amusement, letting him pull you up. “Is that so?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded as he pulled you closer. “Gotta make sure everyone in this damn castle knows you’re my girl.” 

“Just don’t leave me waiting too long or I’ll really have to go with Sven.”

.

[hp-hcs]

Yandere Theo & Enzo x male muggle reader

Where they both go out one night to see what the outside of the wizarding world is like and bump into a muggle (the reader) who lets them stay at his house and shows them around, thinking they’re tourists.

But they fall madly in love with him and now when they have to go back to hogwarts they kidnap him and take him with them.

The reader is stuck in their room, a spell cast where he can’t leave and he’s freaking out.

+ can they be like super touchy with him and affectionate and possessive and he’s just thinking that it’s like a normal thing from “whatever country they’re from”

T h a n k s (:

OH i wish i had a tenth of the imagination y’all have i mean cmon y’all be out here bringing the most well thought out ideas and my fics are all just like “l i ght hu ose 👍🥰👍”

oh also i don’t speak italian so if i fucked up that’s why lmfao i took fucking latin in high school, not anything actually useful 🥲

requests open!

BIC — yandere! enzo berkshire x male! muggle! reader x yandere! theodore nott

warnings: kidnapping/abduction, infatuation (?), implied tobacco use

(also ik they wouldn’t be using US dollars but shhhh)

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“Oh, Merlin, my father is going to kill me-”

“Relax,” Theo rolled his eyes, a bit winded from Apparating. “Think of it as just a… fifteen minute excursion. Tops.”

“Right, tops,” Enzo mumbled anxiously, rubbing his freezing hands together as another gust of snow blew past.

As he stamped his feet in an attempt to get feeling back into his frigid lower limbs, Enzo looked through the windows of the damned store Theo just had to show him. (There’s this one boy there, Enz, and he’s just gorgeous. You gotta see him.)

Large posters dominated most of the windows, advertising things Enzo had never heard of before, like whatever a ‘Monster Java’ and ‘Geekvape’ was. Stacked outside the store was an entire shelving unit of something called ‘propane’.

Through the windows, Enz could see rows upon rows of candy, chips, snacks, sodas, all in obnoxiously saturated colored packaging. A buzzing neon sign that hurt to look at flashed the word OPEN in blue and red.

This store was awesome.

Lorenzo looked up at the half burnt-out sign above the door that proclaimed this magically wonderful place to be the shop of ‘Jacksons’.

A small bell chimed when Theo pulled open the door, startling Enzo. He followed his much more confident friend inside the store, looking around with wide eyes.

Theodore stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“Okay, the guy I was telling you about? He’s kind of under the impression that I’m like, a tourist from out of the country, and that’s why we’re so unfamiliar with their wares. If he asks, we’re Italian exchange students and only speak shitty English, got it?”

Enzo nodded. As if on cue, a ‘Jacksons’ employee popped up out of seemingly nowhere, startling the fuck out of him.

“Hiya, Theodore!”

The employee—a boy around their age, maybe seventeen at the most—was unusually chipper for 10PM on a Sunday.

This must be the guy.

“Who’s your friend here, Theodore?” You asked, smiling.

“Hello, Y/N! This is Lorenzo.”

“Hello,” Enzo greeted softly, his cheeks flushed pink from the snowstorm outside (and that’s the only reason, Theo, stop laughing.)

“Can I help you boys find anything or’re y’all just looking around?”

Enzo couldn’t look away from you. How small you seemed in comparison to his awkwardly lanky height, the way the harsh fluorescents cast dramatic shadows of your eyelashes across your cheekbones, the light blush on the tips of your ears as you looked at Theodore.

Theodore.

He’d said your name. You’d said his name. You knew each other?

How often does he fucking come here? Enzo wondered, a sharp stab of jealousy running through him.

“Cigarettes,” Theo said immediately, exaggerating his usually undetectable accent to an honestly ridiculous amount. Enzo bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at his friend’s ridiculousness.

You just smiled and ducked behind the counter. “Same as last time, or’re you trying something new?”

“Same, please. And un accendino, please,” Theo made a clicking motion with his thumb, indicating a lighter.

You nod, easily pulling down a pack of Marlboro Red without a second thought.

How often does he come here? Enzo wondered for a second time. Enough that you know his favorite kind of cigarette.

“Cheap lighter or d’you wanna go fancy?”

“Cheap, please.”

“Alrighty, one BIC lighter coming up for ya,” you grabbed a lighter off the back wall behind the counter, setting it down by the cash register.

Enzo couldn’t help himself as he stared at the bright blue chunk of… what did Muggles call it again? Plastic.

“Bic?”

You glanced up at his timid voice, shooting him a grin that was just a bit friendlier than the classic customer-service smile. “BIC. It’s just the brand. They make cheap lighters and also pens, for some reason.”

Enzo wanted to ask what a ‘pen’ was, but he had a feeling that that was a terrible idea.

“$7.98. Cash, I assume?”

Theo, for the first time, genuinely faltered, cringing apologetically as he laid down the mess of all-identical green papers on the countertop.

You smiled patiently, plucking one paper out of the spread and pushing a few buttons on the cash register, then returning two papers and a handful of coins to a baffled Theo.

Fucking Muggles, with their impossible-to-memorize currency.

“Damn. It’s really coming down out there,” you shook your head as you peered out the front window of the store, waiting for the long white piece of paper to stop moving from the odd humming machine that sat next to the cash register. “Where’re y’all staying? I don’t think you guys should try to drive home in this.”

They follow your gaze, eyes widening when they see how high the snow has risen. The storm had gotten much, much worse.

“Hey- where is your car, anyway? The parking lot’s empty,” your eyebrows furrowed as you turned back to them with a quizzical face.

Enzo mentally panicked. He knew the word ‘car’—he probably heard it while only half-paying attention in Muggle Studies—but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what a ‘car’ was.

“We walked,” Theo said quickly, jumping in and taking hold of the conversation.

“You walked?” You asked, clearly horrified. “No, no. I can’t in good conscience let you two walk back in this. Haven’t you seen the weather? It’s supposed to be like, nearly a blizzard! Worst snowstorm of the decade!”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened.

Muggles could predict the weather? Holy Salazar, his parents might’ve been wrong about Muggles’ intelligence.

You misinterpreted the way his eyes widened. “Listen, this sounds crazy, but would you guys like, consider crashing at my apartment? Just for the night? Maybe the snow’ll clear up overnight.”

Theo opened his mouth to protest, no, really, we couldn’t take advantage of such hospitality, Y/N, but Lorenzo interrupted.

“We would much like that,” he said firmly. “If it is no problem for you.”

Staying at this hot guy’s apartment for the night? Duh, that’s an obvious yes.

“It’s no problem,” you wave off his concern. “‘sides, wouldn’t want a pair of pretty boys such as yourselves to freeze to death, now would I?”

Theo stiffened and blushed bright red at that, a dopey smile spreading across his face.

Oh Merlin, were you two flirting with each other? Enzo felt that sharp spark of jealousy flare up again in his chest, dampered only by the fact that it was Theo, and not anyone else.

“It’s just right across the street. Lemme close up shop for the night, and we can make a run for it,” you say with finality, ignore Theo’s weak protests.

They watched as you lock the cash register and counter with the practiced ease of someone who had done so many, many times.

You pulled the grate down over the cigarette shelves on the back wall, flicking off the overhead lights and tugging a tiny metal string that made the painfully bright OPEN sign go dark.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said, shooing them out onto the sidewalk, buttoning up your heavy winter coat, and locking the front door.

As you stuffed the keys back into your jeans pocket, Theodore rested his hand on the small of your back.

“Lead the way, bello,” he said with a charming grin. You nodded, smiling at the difference in cultures, wow! and motioning for them to follow you.

The boys followed you in a comfortable silence, shoulders hunched up as they braced themselves against the furiously icy wind.

You all crossed the street, Theodore and Enzo both baffled when a tiny light that looked like a person indicated it was safe to cross.

Your boots clanged on the shaky metal stairs up to the third floor of your apartment building, and your boys followed resolutely.

When they reached the landing, they were met by the image of your rather quaint front door, a tiny, clearly homemade wreath hanging on the center.

“This is it. Not much, I’m afraid,” you sighed, your freezing fingers fumbling with the key as you twisted it in the lock, opening the door for them. You flicked on the lights, illuminating the interior of the small apartment. “Do you guys want tea? Hot chocolate? Coffee, if y’all are psychopaths?”

“Perhaps it is a bit late for coffee,” Theo snickered at your dry humor as he stepped inside. “Tea, if it is not a hassle?”

“‘Course not. Make yourselves at home. My mother won’t be back for hours,” you chatted happily, setting a kettle of water on the stove to boil.

Theodore tentatively sat down at one of the kitchen chairs, looking around the small apartment in surprise. At your reassuring smile, Enzo sat down too, drumming his fingers against the table anxiously.

The kettle whistled after a few minutes, and you poured three mugs of tea, setting them on the table and settling down in one of the empty seats.

Theo reached for one, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours.

After that, it all goes blank.

~~~

Your eyes slowly cracked open, your head pounding and your stomach twisting and turning. You blinked away sleep, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you sat up in bed.

What happened last night?

You startled when your brain finally registers that you’re not in your apartment.

You sat up in a panic, looking around horrified when you don’t recognize your surroundings. The room itself was decorated with an honestly abhorrent amount of green and shiny silver. There were three other beds, identical to the one you were laying in, set up intermittently around the room.

A dorm? You wondered.

A huge window dominated the wall adjacent to the bed you were in, the view on the other side of it oddly distorted and warped.

You leaned in closer, confused, when a tiny yellow fish swam by.

You gasped, and put your hand on the glass to peer out even further.

Were you underwater?

Your amazement was interrupted by a large unidentifiable shadow filling the window. You frowned, your hand drawing back from the glass, when the shadowy shape moved, opening.

A giant fucking eye.

“Jesus fucking-”

You scrambled backwards, falling off of the bed with a yelp. While you fought with the blankets that seemed hell-bent on getting tangled around your legs, the giant eye slowly blinked before the shadowy form started moving again.

A giant squid, you thought with astonishment. There was a giant fucking squid outside of this dorm room’s window.

Finally wrenching yourself free of your blanket prison, you scrambled to your feet and sprinted towards the only door in the room. You jiggled the handle, cursing when it didn’t open.

There wasn’t even a lock, a keyhole, nothing.

How the hell was this door so firmly locked shut then?

Something tacked to the door- actually, there wasn’t a tack either. How was it stuck there?

But what caught your eye was a small scrap of… paper? Parchment? It looked like the paper your art teacher once showed you how to stain with tea.

Who the fuck still writes on parchment? You wondered, scrunching your eyebrows up in confusion as you examined the perfect swoops of calligraphy on the page.

Darling – We’re really sorry for taking you with us (please don’t hate us) and we'll be back here around noon Xoxo, Theo & Enzo (those actually are our real names we promise!!)

((we also might’ve made your mother forget about your existence so she doesn’t try to find you. you’re safe though, don’t worry!))

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[salty-we-never-got-mergana]

I gotta tell you that Arthur in fanfics is exponentially so much more nicer to Merlin than he is in the show. In the show, he's downright horrible to Merlin, especially in the beginning seasons, and honestly, it's pathetic how Merlin yearns for his approval. The relationship is akin to a loving abusive relationship where Merlin clearly must have Stockholm syndrome or the only reason he preens at Arthur's approval is both due to the Dragon's manipulation and deep down Merlin truly see Arthur as superior and thus any compliment from him makes him feel good since you know, he's just a peasant.

It kinda makes you wonder how Merthur even exists, but my guess is that it's all based on Merlin's one-sided devotion to Arthur and Arthur having a slight soft spot for Merlin despite treating him like a rag, albeit a very favored and somewhat treasured rag, but man get in the way of daddy's approval, he can make his threats alright.

In the Witch's Quickening, I almost kind of feel bad for Merlin for the trouble he falls under when he's trying to direct Arthur to the perpetrators but he's up against Morgana whom Arthur has affections for and Morgana is rather clever (despite how her abilities are questioned for and how apparently Mordred is hinted to be more powerful than her roll 🙄.

I mean, okay great he decides to take the blame for the stone because someone stole his keys but the way he treats Merlin, calling him an idiot all the time, hitting him, blaming him. Merlin is just his servant and Arthur treats him that way despite his loyalty. It's not even the heartwarming way some masters treat servants like they deserve devotion and loyalty

I'm sorry Arthur doesn't deserve Merlin's love and devotion and loyalty. He doesn't do anything to prove that beyond choosing to sacrifice his life in the unicorn test but that's after seeing how Merlin is determined to save his life too. Merlin has constantly stuck his neck and tried to save Arthur's life and Arthur being a decent human being tries to pay that back in fold but it's Merlin who instigate this relationship to make Arthur loyal to him. I know why Arthur is loyal to Merlin

But why is Merlin loyal to Arthur? The only answer is the Dragon but why does he just automatically believe in the Dragon who he hardly knows. In Season 1 episode 1, Merlin's skepticism about Arthur and dislike for him was completely justified. I really liked Merlin in Season 1.

But then he quickly starts liking Arthur and it's like why? Arthur works him to the bone. Even Merlin complains he does so much for Arthur with no thanks.

I'm sorry but the last episode of the serious when Arthur finally, FINALLY, says Thanks you is just NOT enough for me.

Is there a fic where Arthur wakes up and realizes that he's been a dick to Merlin? Where he gets called out for being a fucking prat. I'd really like to read that fic.

On top of that, is there a fic where Merlin grows a fucking backbone and like actually does something about helping his people instead of spending all his time cleaning up after Arthur and wiping his fucking ungrateful ass. Honestly, Idk how Merlin puts up with that shit.

There's seriously a part of me the genuinely could care less about Arthur Pendragon in this show.

[airas-story]

For your prompts:

"How long have you been in love with me?"

"How many years have we known each other?"

“—it’s hard to say who has it worse,” Clint was saying, pulling Stephen’s attention from his book. “Steve’s been in love with Barnes since what… 1940? But at least Barnes knows. He’s just too damaged right now to do anything about it. Tony’s just… pining. Has been for ages.”

Stephen tried to make sense of the words. He hadn’t been aware Tony was pining for anyone. He’d have thought Tony would have said something. Stephen had told Tony all about Christine.

Stephen watched Natasha and Clint pass by the open doorway, heading to the gym. “Yeah, well, Stephen…” What?

“Entirely oblivious,” Clint said, a laugh in his voice. “Gotta feel bad for Tony. Think we should help him find someone actually interested?”

“Clint…”

Stephen’s brain froze, blocking out everything. 

He didn’t know how long he sat, trying to make sense of everything. Tony… Tony had feelings for him? Whistling pulled him out of his fog. Tony.

Tony swanned in, cheerful grin on his face. “Hey, Merlin, what’s—” He paused, frowning. “You look like someone smacked you.”

Stephen stared at him, tried to see anything that might indicate ‘pining’. Tony looked at him the same way he always had, soft warmth and subtle happiness, like seeing Stephen…

“How long have you been in love with me?” Stephen blurted out.

Tony froze, shock on his face. His smile turned sad. “How many years have we known each other?” he asked, tone a little wry. The words spun in his head. Five years? His heart raced. “Who said what?” Tony asked.

Stephen was barely able to respond. “Clint passed by…”

Tony scowled. “Damn it, Clint.”

“I… Why didn’t you say anything?”

Tony shrugged. “You don’t feel the same. Saw no point.” He leaned forward squeezing Stephen’s shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about it, Stephen.”

[windblume-violet]

YEAH !! I like imagine Merlin being like a naturally gifted artist or musicians. He can just see or hear or understand what works and what doesn't. But he can't put it into words for others to understand. It's why, in my mind at least, his responses in the questlines for answering things / concepts are always so vague or trail off to fill in the blanks. When he can't tell someone no about teaching / guiding them, he tries to nudge them to what he senses—but there are no words in the Esperian language to describe the hum of magic.

When Merlin isn't overwhelmed with his intrinsic connection to magic, I can only imagine it must feel like a mother's embrace, that he himself is of magic's design and as one with it as any other living thing must be. He just happens to see it, and he feels it more intimately than most. He can see how magic hums and dances around his friends when they exist without manipulating magic, but they don't know it. They don't recognize it for what is it. Living, a life force of its own.

With those who knew him before he lost his memory, he almost feels bitter, an inherent, anxious wish to avoid them almost. He knows he can't avoid Hogan, despite how many times he desperately wishes to yell—no scream, "You keep apologizing for asking me to help, if you truly felt that way, would you not stop asking this of me? Me, who can never say no out of fear or disappointment?" He can't say what he yearns to because he, himself is stuck in a limbo. In-between two halves of a self, what was and what will be.

With Mirael, he feels nothing but pooling guilt, as she was his student. He had to have cared for her in some way, why else would have taken her under his wing? But he doesn't remember. He doesn't feel the same way anymore. She's as much as a stranger to him as Illucia is, and he's petrified to admit it. He hopes she finds herself, that she no longer chases a sliver of fleeting memories. He not what she needs, nor what any new mage he comes upon needs. He can no longer be a mentor.

Maybe he could be a friend, but not now, not yet. Not when everything is so overwhelming and unknown. At least the wilders can see the unease at times. That he can't handle everything on his own. So, why does Holistone not see it? Why is he expected bare the burden of everything? Why can he never say no?

Love how in the dark forest main quest everyone was like "merlin you should rest too, powerful mage and all but you still need rest" but merlin dumbass still pushed himself and DID NOT REST AS HE SHOULD.

Hc that hes the kind that need to be force to sleep, hammie being all " magister... Stop trying to get up! You need rest!!" and chippy "yes magister! You can just let us take care of you yk?" but merlin stubborn, insomniac, amnesiac ass is like "that's sweet you guys, I'd rest after I done this one more puzzle—"

Hc that's he's maybe not omniscient right now, but his sense are heighten in ways many cannot understand, it's like constantly feeling overwhelmed and borderline sensory overload from sensing magic in the air, the ground, the flow that is not there but he can sense it. So he can't rest, he can't sleep, perhaps newly woken up from amnesia merlin had forgotten ways to calm himself and that's why he's skittish, he need relearn his coping habits again but for now, he just wandering around in the night and sleep at places he definitely shouldn't lol

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 03 - Lie | Jegulus | word count: 601 | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“He can’t know.” The words fly from his mouth before Sirius has even said anything. But he’s been caught red-handed, there is no way of talking himself out of this one.

“You want me to lie?” Sirius asks as though it is the most outrageous request he has heard. As though he hasn’t lied to teachers for years about their not-so-legal excursions around the castle and Hogsmeade late at night. As though he didn’t lie to Regulus time and time again just to keep him safe.

“I know you are perfectly capable, Sirius.”

Dramatic as always, he presses a hand against his chest. “You wound me.”

“Seriously—no stop. You weren’t supposed to have found out. Just… please. Don’t ruin this for me.”

“Reggie and I have just started getting along again, mate. And you want me to look him in the eye, knowing what I know, and keep it from him?”

“Yes.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“Sirius.”

He must have managed to convey just how desperate he is, because Sirius sighs. “Fine. Can I tell Remus at least?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’ll immediately tell Regulus.”

“He wouldn’t.”

James fixes Sirius with a look. He can’t seriously not notice the tight-knit relationship growing between their boyfriends. Sure, it was surprising at first, but looking at it now, it makes perfect sense. The two of them hiding a secret they would rather die than have the public find out, and dating an over-hyper and mischief driven boy.

“So, if Remus told you something he knew about Regulus and told you to keep it secret from me, you wouldn’t turn right around and tell me?”

“That’s not the same. We tell each other everything.”

“And so do they.”

“James…”

“This can’t get back to him. So yes, I need you to lie. But I promise it won’t be for long. Just a month. That’s it.”

“A month!”

“Yes. I have it planned out. And I won’t let you spoil the surprise.”

“But—”

“No. You will not tell anybody. I will charm your mouth shut if that’s what it takes.”

His heart is pounding. He’s worked too hard to have this for Sirius to swoop in and take it all away. He won’t have Regulus discovering this, not until he is ready. And he isn’t ready yet. The thing is, James knows Sirius can keep secrets. He never told anybody about Remus being a werewolf... well… he never told anybody about James and Regulus dating… well… he never told anybody about the Order… well… okay, maybe James is between a rock and a hard place. But he honestly has no choice unless he wants to wipe Sirius’ memory. But Regulus is the expert in that, not James.

“That’s taking it a bit far. He already suspects you are proposing.”

“That isn’t the point. Besides, he can suspect all the wants. He doesn’t know when the big question is coming. I gotta keep him on his toes, Can’t reveal all my secrets right away.”

“Secrets? You are about as secretive as a piece of glass!”

“Oi!”

“You could hardly keep it from me when you two first started dating. You didn’t even have to tell me and I knew. Transparent. As. Glass.”

“Don’t tell him. Think of it as a prank.”

“You are prank proposing to my brother!?”

“No! Merlin, Sirius. Don’t spoil the surprise, or I’ll tell Remus about that time—”

“Okay! I won’t tell. Pinky promise.”

And while that specific promise hasn’t exactly held up in the past, it is the best James is going to get.

[maleyanderecafe]

Have you seen “All The Boys Love Mandy Lane”? One of the characters, Emmet, definitely seems like a yandere

So I will preface this with the fact that I have no watched a lot of slasher or even horror movies before, so I'm pretty new to all of it. I do know the tropes from it though, which is sort of important for the twist in the story of All the Boys Love Mandy Lane. Though yes, I do think that Emmet is a yandere, he's just not very fleshed out within the movie/you need to make some connections to see it work.

The story starts out with Mandy walking through school with all guys eyeing her as she does. She is joined by her friend Emmet and invited to a pool party by a guy named Dylan. Mandy accepts but only if Emmet comes along and he agrees. During the party, a drunk Dylan comes up to Emmet who is sitting on the roof and starts talking about how he wants to bang Mandy. Emmet is able to convince him that jumping off the roof into the pool is a sure fire way to get her to like him and after some convincing, he does so. As he lands though, he ends up breaking his neck, dying in the pool. Nine months past and it seems that Emmet and Mandy are no longer as close as they were before. The three guys Red, Jake and Bird all talk about how they want to be the one to take Mandy's virginity. Chloe and Marlin convince Mandy to come on a road trip with them to Red's ranch while gossiping about how Emmet was the one who got Dylan killed, which is why he's shunned. They all head on the road trip to the cabin and eventually meet Garth, a guy who ends up protecting the group. Bird tries his hand at getting close to Mandy, managing to hold hands and kiss her on the cheek. Later that night, Merlin gives Jake a blowjob and upon leaving, the killer ends up sticking a gun in her mouth and breaking her jaw. As the night goes on, Jake who is drunk, ends up finding Merlin sitting next to a lake before he too is attacked by the killer. We find out that the killer is indeed Emmet, who has been obsessed with Mandy from the get go, having been shunned from the rest of his peers, he has a diary with obsessive scribbles about her. Eventually Bird runs out of the place, chasing after someone and finds himself face to face with Emmet. While he puts up a good fight, his face is eventually slashed by Emmet as he finishes him off. The remaining survivors realize that people have gone missing and start to barricading the house, though eventually, Garret tries to protect them and ends up getting shot. The other two, Red and Chloe attempt to run away, but find the body of Marlin and Jake near the fence. The two of them freak out before Red gets shot by Emmet. Chloe tries to hide next to some hay but finds the body of Bird there. She's able to run away and finds Mandy, however, Mandy ends up siding with Emmet and gets her killed with an axe. Mandy admits that he planned this all out and Emmet gives her pills to eat so they can have a suicide pact. Mandy changes her mind at the last moment and gets Garret to shoot Emmet. Emmet and Garret both get shot and Emmet chases Mandy inside a pit with decomposing dead cows. However, Mandy is able to take the upper hand and beats Emmet to death. She ends up driving away with an injured Garret.

So first of all, gotta say that this was a good movie for Halloween because boy was it a lot of killing. The general plot of it is that all the guys really want to sleep with Mandy because they want to claim her and relieve her of her virginity only to have Emmet end up killing everyone in the process. I don't actually know if this movie is good or not since the reviews seem pretty polarizing with some saying the movie is trash and some saying that it's really good, but I thought it was...okay? I think the twist at the end where the final girl (Mandy) was actually kind of masterminding everything and ends up killing Emmet, but unfortunately there's not a lot of explanation to it at all. Why did Mandy plan to get them all killed? I guess we can assume that it's because everyone kept on leering on her so this was a way to get them all killed or perhaps she developed a taste for it when Dylan jumped into the pool to kill himself. From what I can tell there's nothing that really indicates why she does it, so I can only speculate. What is interesting is that Mandy does actually end up saving Garret at the end even though she could have easily killed him (she nearly stabbed him). Emmet is pretty much the same, in where we do see that Emmet does like Mandy as shown by the notebook and possibly by seeing Emmet making Dylan jump off the roof. I think for him it was because he was shunned by everyone else (he states to Bird that he will be dead by the end of the day, seemingly not caring) and Mandy, his only friend shunned him as well. Still, we don't really know what it is because it's not necessarily clear why. Maybe he was mad that the other guys were leering at him, maybe he also found that killing Dylan was very fun for him, again this is something that's not explained. If this is the case, then he would be at least protective and jealous type of yandere, given he did kill off most of the cast. Once again though, we can only speculate on what he actually felt since it's not really explicitly said anywhere.

Overall, not a bad movie. I think it's a fun thing to watch, but it's not really anything that you'd want to watch for a yandere, unless you want to see the yandere just kill a bunch of people (and then getting killed by the love interest).