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ma1dita · 3 months ago

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food for thought

'between certainties and doubts' installment part of the mean!remus agenda, aka a moment from a terrifyingly convoluted teenage situationship between remus lupin and an unidentified Hogwarts student (x fem!reader) wc: 1.6k a/n: you've been a permanent fixture in the lupin household this summer. 4am post as god intended. internal kinda angst with a bit of domesticity but remus ruins it as per usual. unresolved feelings. feel free to send requests and share treacherous situationship experiences we can write for them

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You’ve come to realize that dinners at the Lupin household were nothing of the traditional sort.

Most of the time, it would be you and Remus fending for yourselves in the kitchen, scraping together something semi-edible with your guidance—the meal being something of a DIY project that may lack in presentation but makes up in taste (mostly). Or you two would stop by a drive-thru on the way back from whatever trouble you got into for the day, a soggy brown paper bag with a hand on each end and a flat soda half drunk by her only son. Remus elected to take the long way home each time—the two of you would muddy her doorstep wearing matching smiles, rumpled clothes, and smelling of the sun.

Remus was always a good help in the kitchen when he put effort in, but Merlin—that boy cannot cook for the life of him, much to his mother’s disappointment. By mid-July, she’d written you a recipe book during downtime at her insurance job in hopes of getting her son to eat more (and having you be a permanent fixture in their lives). So whether she came home to slightly charred chicken and potatoes or a deluxe meal from McDonald’s, Hope Lupin was thrilled to have you in her home and keeping her son company.

He’d never tell his mum this, but Remus loved the days he’d get to eat at your grandma’s house, though—there were always an assortment of sweet treats and hearty stews that he’d lug home in a Tupperware, buckled into the passenger seat that secretly bears your name. He’d think of you the whole drive home, a silly smile on his face, and his heart beating a bit faster than he would like. And his mum would eat it without question—heart and stomach warmed in gratitude, even if Remus would lie to her face every time and say it was his creation.

But tonight, things were more out of the ordinary—his father was home from working at the Ministry, at a reasonable hour at that. And Lyall Lupin found himself out of place at the new arrangement of his own dinner table. Remus occupies his usual seat at the head of the small wooden table, across from his mother, spooning the bolognese onto your bowl first, before his own, as Lyall observes the scene. He’s sitting across from you, taking in the expanse of your face and watching his son’s hand fall underneath the table with such nonchalance, scooting your chair closer to his with no words. You squeeze his forearm in thanks before standing up to grab the pitcher of juice and pouring everyone a cup, a tiny smile on your face.

“Thank you, love. You’re Winona’s girl, aren’t ya? My—a splitting image of your father! Bet she was mad at that,” his father chuckles, eyes falling to the place setting on the table. They don’t take these mats out unless there’s important company. When he looks at his wife, she winks, shrugging her shoulders as if it’s nothing of the sort.

“Oh, terribly so, Mr. Lupin. Didn’t get much luck with my other siblings either,” you grin. Remus raises his eyebrows—there’s more of you in the world, and more he hadn’t asked you about.

Life outside the bubble you’ve created this summer, slowly coming to an end. His dad clears his throat, and Remus sips at his juice while his other hand rests on your thigh, drawing shapes into your skin. Without even trying, you fit right into this odd dynamic, down to the space you’ve carved out for yourself at the dinner table.

“Lyall, hun. I knew you when you were a wee thing, coming to visit the office with your dad and crawling up under the desks!”

You gasp, and without thinking, you squeeze Remus’ hand even as it’s out of sight, “Lyall, Lyall, CROCODILE! You used to charm your shoes to chomp at my fingers when I’d be pestering you too much!” Watching you two giggling now over a memory he doesn’t share, Remus looks at you with both fondness and…discomfort? He’d never known his dad to be so playful, and knew much less of this side of him as a little boy. Work had always kept him away from home, especially after the incident.

“RJ, son—now you know how to keep this one on her toes!” he chuckles, sending his house slippers to chase after your ankles with charmed teeth, slobber flying into the air as you squeal. Remus wraps his arms around your legs, resting them onto his lap as you giggle. While you watch the magic eat away at the bottom of the tablecloth in mild amusement, he looks at his father with a warning glance over the top of your head.

Lyall shrugs, raising an eyebrow at your proximity. It seems that even if he spends the rest of his life advocating for his son, there’s still a lot to learn about him.

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“Does she know?” his dad mutters later as he washes the dishes. His son dries them—it’s their routine as both Lupin men prove to be useless at cooking, so Hope appoints them to clean while she chats with you over some tea in front of the telly.

“No. Of course not, I’m not stupid.”

The chipped ceramic makes its way over from under the faucet, exchanging hands as Remus rubs at a spot his dad missed with the terry cloth towel. Lyall soaps the pitcher, scrubbing at the sticky residue the juice has left behind as he murmur, “Might be alright, considering her family. Good people to get involved with. You and her make a good pair, son.” The fork that Remus was drying clatters against the bottom of the sink with a rattle.

“Tad, this isn’t that!” “Isn’t what, RJ?” the older man chuckles. In the silence that follows, they listen to you and Hope cackling over a silly commercial that’s come on the screen. Lyall’s the only one that realizes that both him and his son are smiling at the sound, “Think you ought to clear that up with her then.”

Remus’ smile drops as he registers it.

“Why would you say that?” he stammers, and it sounds like an accusation. The truth is that he already knows—it’s the topic he’s been trying to avoid with you all summer.

Putting a label on this makes it real.

But who is he kidding.

Even without one, he knows it is what it is.

Even the end of summer can’t stop reality from crashing in, much less dampen the feeling he gets when you meet him in the doorway and he slings his jacket over your shoulders.

There is no undoing the lines that have been blurred, and no erasing the weight of what your time together has developed into, heavy, like his hand in yours as he walks you home an hour later.

Still lost in thought, he swings your arms between you as you make your way down the hill together.

“You’ve got that look on your face,” you hum, thumb rubbing against the scars that run across his knuckles.

“S’just my face, lovely,” he nuzzles against your temple, placing a kiss so quick you could imagine it as a brush of the evening wind.

“No, no… I look at your face too much to dumb it down to that.”

“Like what you see?” he teases, and you tug him closer with a jerk of the hand.

“I do,” you giggle, bringing your intertwined fingers up to your lips, “Now that I’ve fed your ego, tell me what you’re thinking of.”

Wind swirls against the leaves of the trees tonight, making a symphony only the two of you will be able to memorize.

You know what’s coming. Term starts next week, and the two of you are heading into Diagon Alley together on Thursday before you head back home. This feels like the talk. You let him compose his thoughts, and finally, he speaks when you both reach your grandma’s driveway.

“My parents really like you. They might like you as much as I do,” he says breathily, wrapping his arms around your hips, “Whatever shall we do with that?”

A smirk pulls at your lips, and he resists the urge to kiss it.

“Godric forbid someone like me more than you do, Remus Lupin.”

He shakes his head, looking up at the sky for patience, before pressing his nose against yours—his eyelashes flutter rapidly, and you curse whoever made it so that boys get pretty eyelashes, because you can’t dare look away from his blown-out pupils.

You like this game, wondering who will kiss whom first. This time, as he looks at you like he could love you outside of the boundaries of this dreary town in Wales, you give in first, pulling him in by the collar of his faded t-shirt and smiling against his lips. Remus licks up your affection, making it known how he feels through the exchange of short breaths and softness beyond recognition. Even now, he’s still not used to it—the taste of your chapstick and of a certainty he only feels when his lips are on yours, that this could work.

His hands travel up along your spine as you moan against him, catching a breath and falling against his mouth once more like the ebb and flow of ocean tides. It ends with a smile, and you keep your eyes closed for a moment longer to savor it.

And then he speaks.

“I just wish I could keep you to myself. Wish we could stay here forever instead.”

You open your eyes and Remus still looks breathless, less sure now than he was when he was making out with you moments ago.

“Well lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, almost contemplative, and maybe even a bit worried as he teeters on his heels, cradling your face in his hands, “Lucky me.”

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wondergotham · 10 months ago

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Blades of Destiny

Request: "Hello, if its okay with you, I was wondering if I could request a James!Hook x reader where the reader is new to the school and they meet hook in class and the lesson that day is about sword fighting, and he underestimates the reader but when it comes to them both having to fight each other the reader beats him. He is immediately smitten with the reader and wants to know more about them. Sorry if this sounds silly, please feel free to ignore"

Pairing: James Hook x Reader

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Gif Credits: @ menheim

You were very nervous for your first day at Merlin Academy. Even though you had met some friends already during orientation it still didn't shake off the nerves rushing through your body.

After being dropped off you waited outside Principal Merlin's office as he had instructed. You were sitting there for a few minutes until the door opened.

"Good morning Y/n how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Good morning Principal Merlin. I'm a bit nervous but it shall pass." You could only hope.

"Don't worry child it happens to the best of us. But! To ease the tension I have assigned a few students to help you get situated. I'm sure you're familiar with them." He gestured to the door.

Before you could ask what he meant Bridget and Ella walked out of his office.

They both waved and had prominent smiles on their faces. You were relieved he had chosen them. The two friends you made at orientation.

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"I shall leave you ladies now. Bridget and Ella will be helping you get to your classes and obtain any other school supplies you might require. If you need anything else feel free to let me know." He said warmly.

"Thank you, Principal Merlin." You smiled as he walked away.

"Surprise! It's so great to see you again!" Bridget exclaimed as she pulled you into a tight hug which you welcomed immediately.

"I'm so glad you both are helping me out it's already so much to take in." You admitted.

"Bridget and I were new once too. We know exactly how it feels. Just take it easy don't let it overwhelm you." Ella also pulled you into a hug.

The bell suddenly rang causing you to look at each other.

"That means we have 2 minutes to get to class," Ella informed while Bridget pulled out a piece of paper.

Your class schedule.

"Luckily you have Potions with me and Ella. Let's go, it's gonna be sooo much fun!" She exclaimed while pulling your wrist softly to the direction of the class.

Ella chuckled as she followed.

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To your surprise, the day had gone by quickly. Bridget and Ella were truly the best friends you could ask for. You knew that your friendship would grow even stronger as the time passed.

You also met Charming, he was cool but Ella still hadn't warmed up to him. Which was amusing to you because you thought they would look cute together.

You smiled at the thought before glancing at your schedule. Your last class was Swordsmanship.

"Ooh James Hook is the best student in that class! Every new student has to duel with him on the first day." Bridget informed. A bright smile on her face. "If you choose that class as an elective, of course."

"It's the one class he's good at and that's only because he's a pirate," Ella huffed not sounding as impressed as Bridget.

"What's he like?" You asked. "I know you pointed him and his friends out at lunch but is he really that bad?"

"Well...." Bridget trailed off.

"He loves being mean to other students. He's arrogant, vain, and thinks everyone wants to date him. He struts around the hallways like he owns the place, always cracking sarcastic jokes at the expense of others. His smirk is infuriating as if he believes his looks alone are enough to command attention and admiration." Ella rolled her eyes.

Charming spoke up, "Whenever someone challenges him, he dismisses them with a wave of his hand, convinced that any criticism is just jealousy. He surrounds himself with the other VKs to feed into his ego, laughing at his jabs and affirming his self-centered view of the world. It’s as if he thrives on making others feel small, using his "charisma" to mask his insecurities."

"Yet beneath that polished exterior, there’s a vulnerability he’s too proud to show. Deep down, I wonder if he knows how empty his bravado is—or if he’s just too afraid to find out." Bridget concluded.

All of this information was overwhelming. I guess he really is as bad as his friends.

The realization settled in your gut like a lead weight, mixing disappointment with a sense of betrayal. You had hoped for something different, a glimpse of the person he could be beneath the bravado.

But now, faced with the harsh truth, it was clear: he thrived in their toxic environment, feeding off the same negativity.

"I guess I'll have to watch my back and see how I'm going to beat him." You realized nervously.

"Hey, you told us you've been sword fighting since you were 10. Don't sell yourself short you'll be okay." Charming said confidently.

"Yeah don't let what we told you get to your head. Figure out his weakness and that's how you'll win." Ella winked. "Plus Charming is in your class too so you won't be alone, he'll give you pointers."

Bridget placed her hand on your shoulder, "We believe in you. But please be careful because sword fighting is very dangerous."

A small laugh escaped your lips. "Thank you guys seriously. I'll see you after class?"

They nodded as you and Charming walked into the classroom. At least one of your friends was in Swordsmanship with you.

"You can sit next to me." Charming pointed to the empty desk next to his. "And don't let James Hook intimidate you. Like Ella said, everyone has a weakness."

You nodded before sitting down. But from the corner of your eye, you detect a certain individual staring at you.

James Hook.

Did you already make an enemy without even interacting?

You would soon find out.

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After introducing yourself to your newest classmates the only thing that kept replaying through your mind was the young pirate that couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He stared at you like you were the only person in the room, his gaze intense and unyielding. It was as if your classmates and professor around you faded away, and all that mattered was that moment. His eyes held a mixture of curiosity and challenge, making your heart race.

There was a flicker of something deeper—an unspoken connection that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the weight of his scrutiny, as if he was trying to decipher your thoughts, to peel back the layers of your defenses. It was both thrilling and unnerving, leaving you torn between wanting to confront him and wanting to retreat.

In that instant, you realized he was not just the arrogant figure everyone else saw; there was a complexity beneath that facade that intrigued you. It made you wonder what lay behind that piercing gaze, what stories he carried, and what truths he might reveal if you dared to look closer.

But at the same time if he was anything like Charming and Ella had described you couldn't get close to him. He was bad news.

"The best way to practice is by dueling. We'll start with James and Y/n." You were shaken from your contemplation.

You turned to Charming with slight fear in your eyes. The time had come to face the infamous Captain Hook.

"Students please move to the side of the classroom. James and Y/n come to the front and take your marks." Professor Hecat instructed.

"It's okay you got this," Charming said, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "Show him what you're made of."

As he walked towards the other side of the classroom you made your way to the front and grabbed a sword.

You stood on one side of the mat as James Hook walked up.

"Time for a proper Merlin Academy welcome." James chuckled as he made his way to the other side of the mat. He held his sword in his right hand.

You stood poised, your blade glinting under the silver light. The air was thick with tension as James Hook circled you, a smirk playing on his lips.

You knew this young pirate wouldn't be going down without a long and tough fight.

“Think you can best me, new girl?” He taunted, twirling his sword with practiced ease.

“Confidence won’t save you, Captain,” You replied, eyes narrowed. “You of all people should know, never underestimate the opponent.”

James was taken aback he did not expect such confidence from you. Yes, you were beautiful and intelligent but he was certain he would be able to intimidate you at least a bit.

It didn't seem like it though. This only caused him to become more intrigued.

"I want a fair duel. No cheating. You may begin." Professor Hecat announced.

Focus. Don't let the new girl distract you.

With a swift movement, James lunged forward, his sword aimed at your midsection. You sidestepped, the tip of your blade grazing past him.

He retaliated instantly, slashing diagonally, but you parried, the clash of metal ringing out through the classroom.

Occasionally a few students let out gasps and whispered amongst each other.

You and James danced around each other, swords clashing in a flurry of strikes and blocks. Your footwork was precise, and each step was calculated.

You feigned left, drawing James into a trap, then spun right, aiming a quick thrust that he barely dodged.

“You aren't so inexperienced darling,” he admitted, breathing heavily now. “But beginner's luck won’t win you this fight.”

“Perhaps not,” You said, determination igniting your spirit. “But I won’t yield.”

With that, you unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each one more aggressive than the last. James struggled to keep up, parrying desperately.

"Go L/N!" Charming clapped his hands.

The rest of the class seemed to hold their breaths, the only sounds were the clash of steel and labored breaths.

Finally, in a moment of distraction, James overextended, leaving himself vulnerable.

You seized the opportunity, disarming him with a swift twist of your wrist.

His sword clattered to the ground, and you held your blade close to his throat, “Yield,” You commanded, your voice steady.

James’ smirk faded, replaced by a grudging respect. “Alright, lass. You’ve won this round.”

The air was still, filled with the echoes of their fierce encounter.

"What an astonishing sight. Very well done Miss L/N." Professor Hecat applauded.

The rest of the class started clapping. It was rare for someone to beat James Hook. The only one who had ever done it was Charming. After that no one.

Until now.

"Class is dismissed, everyone. I will see you all again tomorrow." Professor Hecat stated before retreating to her office that was behind another door in the classroom.

"I'll meet you outside. You did amazing by the way." Charming said before walking out.

You lowered your sword, your breath still coming in sharp bursts. James stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

“Impressive darling,” he said, a hint of a smile returning. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

You sheathed your sword, the tension easing as you caught your breath. “You underestimated me, pirate. Maybe that’s your greatest weakness.”

Beautiful girls like you are my weakness.

He chuckled softly, the sound echoing through his chest. “Perhaps. But I’ve learned a valuable lesson tonight. Luck seems to be on your side.”

“It's not luck,” You replied, a spark of pride in your voice. “I’ve trained hard for this moment.”

He nodded, his expression turning serious. “We both have our paths to walk. But maybe we can learn from each other instead of fighting.”

You studied him, weighing his words. “Are you suggesting an alliance? After all this?”

“Think about it. We both aim for the same goal, albeit from different angles. Together, we might stand a better chance against the greater threats looming over us.”

You hesitated, the weight of his history with your new friends pressing down on you. “Trust isn’t easily given, James. I've heard things about you already and it's only my first day here.”

“I know,” He admitted, his tone earnest. “But give me a chance to show you who I actually am. If you don't like it then I will leave you alone."

You contemplated his words, the tension in the air thickening as you weighed your options.

The flicker of sincerity in his eyes was hard to ignore, but the memories of what you’d heard about him—stories of arrogance and bullying—loomed large in your mind.

“It's not just about me,” you finally said, your voice steady but laced with uncertainty. “It’s about my friends. They’ve warned me about you, and I can’t just brush that aside.”

James nodded, his expression shifting to one of understanding. “I get it. My reputation precedes me, and I can’t blame you for being cautious. But I promise you, I can change.”

His words hung in the air, a fragile promise that both intrigued and unsettled you.

Could someone truly change, or was it all just a facade?

You thought of the potential alliance—how it could strengthen your position against the real threats you sensed on the horizon.

“Just give me a chance,” he urged, his voice softening. “Let’s work together. If I prove you wrong, maybe you’ll see that there’s more to me than what everyone else thinks.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on your shoulders. “Alright, James. I’ll give you a chance. But know this: if you betray my trust, I won’t hesitate to cut ties.”

A flicker of relief crossed his face, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of hope and apprehension.

James took your hand, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “I can assure you love I do not plan on doing that.”

You nodded still a bit hesitant.

As you both stood there, the possibility of something new—an alliance, a friendship—began to take root, even as the shadows of doubt lingered.

Now the hard part. You had to figure out how you were going to tell Bridget, Ella, and Charming.

They were not going to believe this.

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A/N:

Thank you to the anon who requested this! I loved writing it. It was my first time writing a sword-fighting scene so I hope I did it justice lol.

#james hook #james hook imagine #james hook x reader #hook x reader #descendants #descendants 4 #rise of red #descendants x reader #disney descendants #descendants imagine

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lulublack90 · 1 year ago

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Prompt 8 - Not A Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 8, word count 662

“So, fancy going to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday?” Sirius asked. “James is going with Evans and Peter is off with, erm, I can’t remember her name, but he’s off with someone and I don’t want to go on my own.” He scuffed his toe on the rug, looking up at Remus though his eyelashes.

“What, like on a date?” Remus teased. Sirius’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t be daft.” He grinned back. But secretly he wished it was a date. He'd wanted one for a while.

“Oh, go on then.” Remus nodded. “I need some new quills anyway.” Sirius beamed.

“Great. Where do you want to meet?”

“Sirius, we live in the same room. We can walk down together.”

“Oh, okay, great.” Sirius felt a bit flustered. James came barrelling in and tackled him to the floor. Thank Merlin for James Potter. He wrapped his arms around James and attempted to get on top of him, but James dead weighted him and squashed him into the floor.

“Hello gorgeous, fancy seeing you here.” James cooed at him.

“Get off me, you big lug.” Sirius wiggled and pushed at James. But that boy was all muscle. James finally got to his feet and hauled Sirius with him. They wandered off together, leaving Remus to his homework.

Saturday came and Sirius had been too excited to sleep. It’s not a date, it’s not a date. He had to keep telling himself. They went down to breakfast together and when they were done James and Peter disappeared off to find their dates.

“Shall we?” Sirius asked, making a show of bowing Remus forward. Remus snorted at him.

“Sure.” And walked off.

The walk down to the village was pretty quiet. The other students milling around them making all the noise.

“So where do you want to go first?” Sirius asked, once the picturesque village was visible before them.

“Honeydukes,” Remus grinned. Of course, Sirius should have known. That boy was addicted to chocolate.

“Perfect.” He grinned as they headed towards the sweet shop.

He opened the door for Remus and said to him as they entered the sweet-smelling place. “Get whatever you want, my treat.” Remus turned and gave him a funny look.

“I thought you said this wasn’t a date.” Sirius swallowed and became very interested in a box of peppermint imps.

“Should I get some of these for Peter? They’re his favourite aren’t they?” Deflection. That always worked, right?

“Sirius, answer the question.” Damn it. Sirius picked up a packet of fudge flies.

“I’ll get these for James as well. Can you see the fizzing whizzbees? I have a hankering for some.” Remus stood in front of him, blocking his way.

“Sirius, is this or is this not a date?” He’d folded his arms, Sirius knew he wasn’t getting out of this.

“Would it really be that bad if it was?!” He scowled. He was fucking this up as usual. He felt the tell-tale stinging behind his eyes as he blinked back tears that had suddenly tried to burst out of him.

Remus’s arms relaxed.

“No,” He said, his voice low and sincere. Sirius’s eyes snapped up to Remus’s, searching his face for any signs that he was joking. “And if this is a date, I won’t feel bad about lightening your purse.” He winked mischievously and Sirius watched as Remus gabbed a basket and began piling all of his favourite sweets into it.

When it was full, they took it to the till and Sirius paid. His purse was indeed considerably lighter when they left the shop. “Silly bugger.” Remus laughed at him at the same time as he took Sirius’s hand in his and entwined their fingers together. “Right I still need quills, then I’m all yours.” Sirius looked down at their hands and couldn’t believe that this was real. He felt ten feet tall and so happy he could have floated off without the assistance of the fizzing whizzbees.

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m00nkissedlover · 6 months ago

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・｡Paper Rings 📄

You've ordered: chocolate marble ice cream! enjoy!

"I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead."

Evan Rosier x childhood bf! reader | word count: 1,084 words

Summary: from paper rings to promise rings 📄

Warnings: none! (kinda messy since i wrote it all in one sitting)

Note: first fic of 2025! 🌟 tried my hand at writing for someone other than regulus. in my mind, evan is a total lover boy (sorry not sorry-).

You sat in Professor Binns's class, completely bored out of your mind. The time seemed to tick by at an excruciatingly slow pace, your mind numbing from his constant lecturing. Every word of today's History of Magic lesson went in one ear and left straight out the other.

You were jerked out of your little daze when a slip of paper flew onto your desk. You peeked over at the seat next to you, your childhood friend, Evan Rosier giving you a slight nod. You thanked merlin that you two sat in the back, hidden from Binns's prying eyes. You carefully unfolded the slip of paper, reading over its contents.

"i feel like my brains are turning to mush @_@"

You peeked over at the blonde, trying not to laugh as he made a face, pretending to puke. After glancing up to see if Professor Binns was looking, you quickly scribbled something down onto the paper slip, tossing it back.

"i know -_- i'm falling asleep here"

Evan let out a quiet laugh as he read your response, your little written conversation going on for a bit longer.

Evan: "wanna hang out in the slytherin common room after class?"

You: "sure! i'm down :o"

Evan: "oh, also! i have something for you :)"

You: "what is it?? :0"

Just as you were about to pass the paper back to evan, a hand came down to snatch up the slip.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Rosier? It seems my lesson is so boring that you and Mr./ Ms. Y/n are engaging in something else." Professor Binns stated as he crumpled up your written conversation.

"Oh, no sir! I was...just asking them if they wanted to study with me after class." Evan said, a skeptical look in binns's eyes.

"Mhm, yeah. We decided to study in the Slytherin common room sir." you added, giving evan an appreciative look. Luckily, Professor Binns let you two off the hook.

After class was over, you headed over to your dorm, telling Evan you'd meet him at the common room. You threw your bag onto your bed, thinking back to Evan's note from class.

"oh, also! i have something for you :)"

He had something...for you. You felt your heart flutter a bit as you thought of all the things he could possibly give you. But one thing came to mind almost immediately.

A paper ring.

Evan had been making them for you since you two were around 12 years old, the paper jewelry a symbol of your friendship and maybe something more. Most people would probably find it silly now and throw them away. But you...you kept them. You kept every single one in a jar under your bed, putting ring after ring inside.

You fished the jar out from under your bed, turning the glass container in your hands as you admired the rings of all different colors, some even made with patterned paper. You wondered if he'd ever make you more...

Just then, a knock on your dorm door pulled you back to reality. "Who is it?" you asked, the answer making your heart beat a bit faster.

"It's Evan. Can I come in?" You quickly scrambled to hide the jar, placing it back under your bed and letting your duvet cover it up from the side. You fixed yourself up, acting as if you had been getting ready. "Come in!"

Evan stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "What's up? Weren't you in the common room?" you questioned.

"I came to get you. You were taking a bit too long to get there and i got worried." he admitted, shyly looking around your room. Then he saw it: the jar jutting out from beneath the duvet.

"You...you still have these?" Evan asked, walking past you and crouching down next to your bed. Seems like you didn't hide it well enough.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you watched him open up the jar and pull out a few paper rings. "Well...yeah. I mean, my best friend gave them to me." you murmured, taking a step closer to him.

Evan felt himself cringe internally at the words "best friend." Right...you only saw him as your best friend, while he saw you as...

"Y/n....why do you think i gave you all of these paper rings?" Evan asked, eyes trained on the jar. There was a moment of silence between you two. You didn't dare say anything...since you already knew the answer.

"You already know, huh? That I...that I'm in love with you? That I have been since we were kids?" you heard a soft thud as evan set the jar down on your desk, stepping back to give you some space.

You were silent for a while, finally nodding your head. "Yeah...I knew."

"Why? Why didn't you say anything?" Evan asked, now taking a step closer to you. You felt your heart start to beat faster, your hands getting sweaty.

"Because...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I thought that...if I told you that I liked you too, you'd stop liking me."

Evan's breath hitched, his heart aching at your words. He held your face in his hands, his crystal blue eyes staring into your own.

"Y/n, you could never ruin our friendship. I like you just as you are, friend...and lover alike."

"I old myself that the day I confessed to you, I wouldn't do it with a paper ring." your eyes widened as Evan stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a ring...a real ring.

"Evan-" you uttered, the boy cutting you off.

"Don't worry! It's just a promise ring. I wanted to get something beautiful for the person who means the world to me." Evan admitted, reaching out to take your hand. "May I?"

You felt like crying, every single positive emotion flooding your senses. You nodded your head, giving Evan your hand. He easily slipped the beautiful ring onto your finger, bringing your hand to his lips hand kissing your knuckles.

"I love you, Y/n L/n. I have since we were kids and I always will."

Your heart swelled as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a slow and sweet kiss. You could feel Evan freeze for a second before he eased into it, his hands cupping your cheeks.

The kiss lasted a few more seconds before you two parted, goofy smiles of joy plastered on your faces.

"I love you too, Evan Rosier. Forever and always."📄

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imagrindylow · 6 months ago

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Secret Santa

Percy Weasley / Marcus Flint 2.5k Words Content Warnings: None, it's just fluff. Summary: Oliver signs up Marcus for the Hogwarts gift exchange as a prank, but things end up going better than expected for Marcus and his secret Santa. A/N: 🎅🎄 Merry Christmas! 🎅🎄

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“Did you sign up for the gift exchange?” Percy asked Oliver, raising a brow and glancing up over his transfiguration textbook at the other boy as he took a seat across from him at their usual table in the library.

Did Percy honestly think that Oliver would be one to sign up for some silly gift exchange ? He had more important things to think about, like Quidditch, revising, and just… literally anything else…

Oliver shook his head, letting out a huff that would answer the question before his words ever did. “Absolutely not. Can’t be arsed to go Christmas shopping for some random sod,” he said, pulling out class notes from his bag that needed another once over before an upcoming quiz.

Percy’s lips pulled into a thoughtful line and he eyed the boy across from him, almost disbelieving. “I could have sworn I saw you dropping a slip into the box in the Great Hall. Perhaps I was mistaken?”

“Oh, that you did. Wasn’t my name, though,” Oliver admitted, stifling a snicker with his hand. He didn’t care to elaborate just yet, giving Percy room for the lecture he knew was imminent.

Percy groaned at Oliver’s admission, his forehead hitting his palm as his elbow moved to rest on the table. “You wrote someone else's name down? You know that isn’t allowed,” he said with a sigh. “Now, what if this person – who might not have planned on participating – doesn’t follow through with getting a gift for who they’re assigned? You’re going to ruin someone’s Christmas.”

“Oh Merlin . As though the professors would let anyone go without a gift after having signed up. It’ll work out just fine, just you watch,” Oliver assured him, appearing unbothered and still quite smug about what he’d done, while also being thoroughly amused with Percy’s dramatic take on what was little more than a silly little prank.

“Who’s name did you even put down?” Percy wondered, staring across the table at Oliver, not even trying to hide the judgment on his face.

“Flint’s,” Oliver said, a boyish giggle escaping his lips, one that made him glance over his shoulder to make sure he hadn’t caught the attention of the librarian.

Percy gaped at Oliver, staring at him disapprovingly over the rim of his glasses as they slipped down the bridge of his nose. “Did you really need to add fuel to the fire?” He asked, adjusting his glasses back into place before closing his textbook. “Why would you do that?”

“He’ll never know it’s me, for one, and for two, it’s all just strategy,” Oliver said, tapping a finger to his temple and smirking at Percy, before continuing on explaining his thoroughly devised plan.

“Picture it, he’ll get a letter with the name of the person he's assigned to get a gift for, and he’ll be so confused – because let's face it – there was no way he was going to sign up to participate. Maybe he’ll stress about it, try to tell Snape there was a mistake or something, that he didn’t actually sign up, but by then it’ll be too late. He’ll be on the hook because he won’t want to look like more of an arsehole than he already does. He’ll be distracted, and the less he’s thinking about quidditch, the better it is for me. For Gryffindor.”

Percy had to admit, Oliver was great at planning, and as it were, scheming. Percy’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit as he tried to hide the grin threatening to split his face, but he cleared his throat and regained his composure. “That isn’t funny, Oliver.”

“Whatever you say, Perce. I just feel sorry for the poor soul who has to buy something for him,” Oliver said, quite pleased with himself for managing to make Percy crack a bit with his antics.

~~~

“This is all your fault!” Percy said harshly, sliding onto the bench beside Oliver in the Great Hall for lunch one afternoon, a week before Christmas holiday. There was a slip of parchment clutched in his hand, which he slammed on the table in front of Oliver, making the other boy’s teacup clink against its saucer.

“What are you on about?” Oliver asked, looking to Percy then to the paper he’d been so aggressively presented with. Oliver nearly choked on his bread when he saw Flint’s name scrawled on the parchment in his very own handwriting, along with the very short and made-up list of gift ideas for the Slytherin that he’d come up with. “Oh… Well, that is… Hmm. I didn’t think you’d–”

“No, you didn’t think, did you? Now I have to get him a gift. I’m making you shop with me, you bloody nitwit,” Percy spat, his face flushed both from annoyance and some other feeling that he couldn’t quite place.

“I didn’t know you’d even signed up,” Oliver said, as though this would help. He watched as Percy stabbed at a piece of meat on the serving platter and brought it to his plate and he couldn’t help but wonder if Percy had been picturing stabbing something else just then. “I’ll shop with you.”

“Of course I signed up, I’m Head Boy . I wanted to set a good example for the prefects – to get participation up across all of the houses,” he scolded, then dug into his lunch, keeping his eyes on his plate for fear that his eyes would reveal a bit too much of what he was thinking – that he wasn’t actually upset with who he’d gotten assigned to.

“I just can’t believe out of everyone, you got assigned to him,” Oliver muttered. “I wonder who he got.”

Percy wondered too.

~~~

Percy hadn’t paid much mind to Marcus before this week… Sure, he was familiar enough with the Slytherin, he’d often hear Oliver ranting about the other boy, especially post quidditch matches. And yes, Percy had seen him fly and had thought about that a good deal. But appreciating one’s form while flying was hardly the same as sitting and wondering about one’s inner workings, likes, and dislikes.

But because of his dorm mate, now Percy was forced to think about the other boy much more than he’d wanted to. How do you pick a Christmas gift for someone who’s family is so wealthy and could already buy him whatever he wanted, especially when there wasn’t a relationship there to draw personal or sentimental ideas from? Hell, there wasn’t a friendship there at all , which was making this whole thing feel awkward and weird .

But perhaps the most awkward and weird thing was currently happening inside of Percy’s own head. He truly wanted to get the other boy a gift he’d enjoy, he wanted to see Marcus smile while opening the gift. He wanted to be the reason behind it.

Weird, weird, weird.

Percy meandered around Hogsmeade with Oliver, who begrudgingly came along for the shopping trip, a mixture of being true to his word and feeling absolutely guilty for Percy inadvertently becoming the butt of this little prank.

“Do you think he’d want quidditch things?” Percy wondered, stopping to window shop outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

“I don’t care if he would or not, you’re not getting him anything that could put him at an advantage in the matches,” Oliver warned, shooting a glare at the taller boy. The audacity of even suggesting such a thing. For someone so brilliant, Percy could really be stupid at times, Oliver thought to himself.

“You could get him a beautification potion. See if it does anything for those gnashers of his,” Oliver suggested with a smirk as they resumed walking the cobbled streets together.

Percy scrunched his nose at the idea, failing to find it amusing. He’d never admit it, but generally speaking, he found prominent facial features attractive and quite endearing. GENERALLY SPEAKING. He absolutely didn’t find Marcus or his teeth attractive in any way. What a silly fleeting thought. He shook his head, as though it would manually remove the idea from his brain.

“I wonder what his favorite sweets are?” Percy wondered out loud, not dignifying Oliver’s previous comment with a remark. He led the way towards Honeydukes and grabbed a small shopping basket as he passed through the doors.

“Bloody hell mate, you’re picking out a Secret Santa gift for Marcus Flint of all people. Not a gift for someone you actually fancy. Just grab something. Could be anything,” Oliver advised and grabbed a basket of his own. He wouldn’t pass up the chance to grab some chocolate frogs and jelly slugs for stocking stuffers for his family, planning to bring them back home with him over Christmas hols.

Perusing the shop's aisles, Percy added a few things to his basket – a variety of chocolates and candies – hoping that at least something would hit the mark for Marcus. He didn’t want to spend too much of the recommended budget on sweets, though, that was too easy of an out, he thought.

The boys checked out of Honeydukes with their goodies, and after far too much mulling around the village, Percy finally decided on some Self Correcting Ink – something he found quite useful for quick yet accurate note taking in his classes – and a pair of dueling gloves, in addition to the sweets, to gift to Marcus. These were all things he’d thought Marcus would both use and enjoy. Without personal knowledge of the other boy’s likes and hobbies (besides quidditch, of course) Percy defaulted to practical gifts. Things he’d use, himself.

~~~

Participants in the gift exchange met in the Great Hall following dinner the evening before students were permitted to head back home for the holidays. The head table was littered with wrapped gifts of all sizes, and the heads of houses were gathered round to pass out gifts to their recipients.

Percy sat with the other Gryffindors as one by one, the gifts were handed out, keeping a close eye on packages that were carried to the Slytherin table, not wanting to miss Marcus opening what he’d got him.

Percy was pleasantly surprised, actually, to see that Marcus seemed to be in good spirits as he waited to receive his gift. He was chatting with a girl beside him who’s name Percy didn’t know, and watching with everyone else as various other classmates of theirs opened their gifts.

It wasn’t too long before Percy watched Snape pick up Marcus’ gift and carry it over to him. Percy had wrapped the package with plain brown paper and finished it off with a green bow. Why was he so anxious seeing Marcus tug loose the ribbon? It wasn’t often that his stomach felt fluttery yet here he was, his insides squirming as he watched from across the room Marcus ripping the paper from the box and pawing through the sweets inside.

Marcus was smiling, and it looked good on him. The Slytherin read the label on the Self Correcting Ink bottle and gave a subtle nod, then showed the bottle to the girl beside him. Unsurprisingly, he looked most pleased when he pulled the dueling gloves from the box. He tried them on right away and splayed his fingers in the leather before closing his fist. The action made Percy shiver, and he learned something about himself just then.

Percy immediately looked away when Marcus looked up and started scanning the Great Hall, clearly trying to catch eyes with whoever had bought him the gifts. He knew he’d have to approach the other boy once all of the gifts had been opened, but for now, his stomach was far too fluttery to look at him.

Percy was so lost in thought that he almost didn't notice when his own gift was placed down in front of him on the table. His gift was neatly wrapped in red paper and was quite weighty. It was a book, he knew as soon as he picked it up, and tearing back the wrapping paper would only prove him right. It was a hardback copy of a muggle fiction novel that Percy had read many times, but this one was nicer than the copy the library had, the copy that he was used to. The cover had golden inlaying and smelled of real leather. Who the hell was this from?

Percy looked up, scanning the room and tuning out the chatter of his classmates around him, who were busy opening their own gifts and speculating with their friends. He first checked the Ravenclaw table, catching eyes with Penelope Clearwater, who only shook her head and shrugged when Percy gave her questioning brows.

He glanced next at Marcus, mostly just to check that he was still enjoying his presents and caught the boy sinking his teeth into a chocolate frog. They made eye contact and Marcus smiled again , this time definitely at Percy. Weird.

Percy sat quietly with his book until finally all of the gifts in the exchange had been opened, and it was time to reveal himself to Marcus. His stomach still felt lighter than the rest of his insides, and this was doing odd things to his heartbeat. Why was Marcus coming over here? Percy was supposed to be going towards him.

“Like it?” Marcus asked, standing beside where Percy sat, one hand on his hip, and his gift box tucked under his other arm. He had a smug grin on his face that said he knew he’d done well.

“This is from you?” Percy asked, looking up at the other boy before finally getting to his feet. Sitting down while Marcus was standing just felt funny. Percy wasn't used to feeling small.

“It was. So?” Marcus asked again, now having to look up at Percy.

“I love it. How’d you know?”

Marcus let out a proud little huff. “Asked Pince what your most checked out book was. Figured you’d need your own copy. You’re too easy to buy for.”

Percy was completely shocked with this information, and he could feel his cheeks going red. Had it really been that simple? Oliver would be upset to hear that signing Marcus up for the gift exchange hadn't been a distraction for him after all, it would seem.

“Thats– I mean–” Percy shook his head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Marcus said. The Slytherin looked around, noticing that no one else had approached the pair, leading him to the conclusion that Percy must have been his secret Santa as well. He raised his brow at Percy expectantly.

“Oh, yeah. Yours are from me, too, actually,” he said. “I wasn’t sure what to get you, I hope you like everything?”

“I do, you did good, Weasley, I’m impressed,” Marcus said, the faintest blush gracing his cheeks as he glanced at the box tucked under his arm. He looked Percy over, seeming to be sizing him up. “Happy Christmas, Percy.”

Hearing his first name on Marcus’ lips did something funny to Percy’s stomach, which was already unsettled as it was. And the boys blush? Bloody hell. He was done for. This whole gift exchange thing had gone even better than he’d expected.

“Happy Christmas, Marcus."

PART TWO

#harry potter fan fiction #percy weasley #marcus flint #oliver wood #flintley #percy weasley x marcus flint #marcus flint x percy weasley

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hopelessromantic5 · 1 year ago

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Arthur isn’t exactly stealthy when he sees something he likes.

Those who had known Arthur for most of his life also know that when something captures his attention, that’s it.

It takes over everything.

First, at five, it was horse back riding. He would spend all day in the stables, learning everything he could about the majestic beasts. He would ride as often as his father allowed.

Then when he joined the official knights in training at eight summers, he became thirsty for success. He wanted to be the best, unbeatable.

And so, he was. He became a well sharpened blade neatly tucked into his father’s arsenal.

Nothing came close to his love for a sword until he was thirteen, and he met a girl named Druella. Dru was the younger sister of one of Arthur’s fellow knights, yet still a few years ahead of him.

He would watch her walk to and from town, every day, thinking how beautiful she looked in her finery, how her hair was always perfect, never one out of place.

This love lasted the least amount of time, because while Arthur claimed to himself that he loved her, he’d never actually spoken to her.

When he finally got up the nerve to introduce himself, and she did nothing but sneer at him and walk away, he finally let his silly little crush rest in the dirt under his riding boots.

Years went by. The citizens of Camelot and especially the staff of the castle, continued to watch Arthur grow and mature and come into his own thoughts. His own beliefs.

Still, dancing with his sword held the biggest place in his heart.

That was until a fateful day in beautiful spring time.

There were some familiar faces in the square that day, watching on as a boy intervened with the Prince’s ridiculous bullying.

First, they were thankful for it.

And then they all witnessed the moment Prince Arthur laid eyes on this boy, and that was it.

They’d seen it before, and this was no different.

Arthur Pendragon had found a new obsession.

Uther didn’t know what he was signing the entire kingdom up for when he bestowed Merlin with such a privilege as being the prince’s manservant. He probably thought nothing on it, as often as Arthur fired manservants, surely this one will be gone faster than the others.

Boy, was he mistaken.

Arthur lied to himself about it for some time. Acting as if his servant was the worst he’d ever seen, or how he hated to have to show this boy how to do something simple.

What betrayed him were his eyes, they followed Merlin everywhere in the room. Watching him do every task, standing to aid when it was needed, even if it came with a huff of exasperation for show.

Everyone could see it. Hell, even Leon caught onto it. The only people who had yet to realize were the prince himself, and the boy. Merlin. He was as oblivious to Arthur’s eyes as Arthur was to Merlin’s sickeningly sweet face when the prince’s back was turned.

Merlin was usually very observant.

But when it came to Arthur, he had a blind spot.

Perhaps this is why Arthur found out the big secret a few weeks after Merlin arrived in Camelot.

He’d made a habit of entering his room quietly, so he might see Merlin without being seen himself. Though, Arthur doesn’t acknowledge that’s the reason, it definitely is.

This particular day, practice ended early on account of the storm rolling in. Tiny drops of water were already covering the ground, packing the dirt into stone.

As he silently entered his own chambers, he heard humming. Knowing it must be Merlin. Who else would be in his room humming?

The Prince stayed partially hidden by the chest of drawers nearest the door. Merlin was putting tunics away in the cupboard. His hands were gentle with them, like they were precious. Even if he did it in a bit of a hurry, seemingly.

Merlin must’ve felt a draft or remembered the rain, because he stopped his humming turning to the fire place, and without lifting a single finger or uttering a word, he lights the fire.

By looking at it.

Arthur first thought his sight deceived him but there was no denying that he’d just seen Merlin’s eyes turn gold. A blinding golden light that can only come from something divine.

The Prince tries to even out his breathing so as not to give away his presence. It’s not that he’s fearful, merely caught off guard, which he tried never to be. Arthur was almost a grown man, and he’d met people in his time that told him he could be different than Uther. He could rule a different Kingdom.

And maybe that all starts with this strange boy that fell from the sky into Arthur’s world.

The Prince had hardly seen Merlin do anything with that kind of skill or confidence. Arthur had been around enough dark sorcerers to know that even the powerful ones need words, crystals, a big book with lots of words he can’t read.

Merlin had done this like it was nothing.

Just how powerful was he?

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur fic #arthur pendragon #obsessive Arthur #oblivious Merlin #from the drafts

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ivorydragoness44 · 9 months ago

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“Blush” Part Two Morgie le Fay x Merlin’s Kid! Reader

(A/N: A collaborative piece between @where-dreamers-go and @ivorydragoness44 for a continuation of two magic users who are crushing on each other: Reader who is headmaster Merlin’s kid attending Merlin Academy and Morgie, son of Morgana le Fay. Warnings: Awkward teenage-hood, mention of snakes, and use of (Y/N) for your name. Also Lain translations: facti sunt inanimati (become inanimate) / Ego amo te multum (I like you a lot) / acceptus (welcome/pleasing) Word Count: 4,740 words)

An outdoor common area wasn’t crowded during your lunch time. Various seating and tables welcomed anyone outside of class time. The open area distributed voices into an easily ignorable murmur.

Your usual go-to reading spot in a comfy armchair was exactly what you needed after you had finished eating. Some time to yourself. Time to get a head start on assignments or study. You did neither.

A large volume on momentum spells sat upon your lap. There it laid open to the same two pages for the past ten minutes.

How did I not notice before?

You had been searching through any reliable memory for nearly twenty-four hours since Bridget had cleverly hinted of Morgie’s crush on you. In turn, you realized your own stirring feelings for him in such an odd fashion.

How could I not know my own feelings? You wondered. I know when I’m happy or anxious, impatient, sad, or surprised. Definitely surprised. These feelings were obvious.

Blinking, you retained nothing from the pages before you.

How could you?

You had such a confounding and unanticipated revelation. It was as if you were questioning everything around you as it looked fresh and altered in a way.

Am I in the beginning or all ready in the middle of these feelings? You sighed. I just want it to make sense.

Not that there was much reason for your scurrying between classes the day before. All wrapped in your own mind and hardly making so much as a glance at anyone around you.

That anxious feeling and fluctuating levels of anticipation followed you into a new day. Always on the look out for a specific magically inclined student.

Two more classes and then he’ll be in that one. It’ll be fine. It was fine yesterday.

A sway of greens and black caught your eye from further away. Passing chairs and laughing fairies.

Recognizing the figure only made your heartbeat pick up into a rhythm that made your fingers twitch.

Thoughts whirled in your mind and the large room felt too warm.

I can’t.

Picking up your belongings you dashed around the armchair and sped out into the closer hallway.

I need a quieter place to study anyway, you reasoned with yourself. Your feet took you down a familiar path and soon you had your sights set on a corner seating area. It’s totally normal to sit here, you thought, I’ve done it before. No one really comes here unless they need to. It’s a big school.

Indeed, it was a large academy.

But, who else would sit outside the Headmaster’s office to study other than his offspring? Probably no one.

You sat a bit too upright against the cushions.

I just need to focus. That’s a skill.

Yet shame rose to your cheeks and chest as you considered your escape. A move quite cowardice.

The truth was simple: You were unprepared for the new situation. Having near romantic feelings, more than friendly, towards Morgie was not something you foresaw. The weather, sure, but not a crush. Not int the least.

All you could do was hope to get through the rest of the school day as smoothly as possible…and maybe see Morgie. Maybe.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Many questions could be asked within the halls of Merlin Academy. None were deemed silly, mostly.

Why is it called ‘butterflies’ when my stomach flips from seeing (Y/N)? Morgie thought while he strolled to class. They’re nice flips.

Hopping over someone’s school bag, Morgie chuckled and quickly surveyed the common area with its tall windows. He saw the same students chatting animatedly, practicing magic, and keeping close to those they knew.

At the sight of a familiar shade of blue, Morgie felt those butterflies.

(Y/N)! Morgie came to a halt as he watched you speed walk through a threshold with a large volume tucked against you. I wonder what spell book they’re reading now. Or history book.

Being gifted with magic himself, Morgie knew almost exactly how knowledgeable and skilled you were. Magic ran in both of your families. Strong and well-known.

A mental image of your eyes shining in magic filled him with a tickling warmth.

Very magical, he thought dreamily.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Mathematics class; intimidating to some, aggravating for others, and a welcomed challenge by few students.

Sitting in the front row of desks made it easier for you to take diligent notes. Goodness knew how important it was for you, child of the knowledge-seeking Merlin. Especially when you continuously fought the urge to check windows’ reflection.

It was just the right lighting. The perfect cloud cover outside. A subtle way to have a look at the classroom.

So what if you were curious?

I’m just checking. That’s all, you thought as you glanced over to Morgie’s reflection.

After twenty minutes of repeating the action every so often it could no longer be considered ‘checking’. No, you were studying Morgie. Observing how he presented himself in class, a learning environment. He didn’t interrupt. Expressive, but not loud.

By the end of class, your notes could had been neater. An easy task for later.

You took your time leaving class. Slowly packing your belongings where they ought to be in your bag. Yet your eyes had began a habit.

You wanted to see him more. To see what might happen.

Is that a side effect of having a crush on someone?

Could you truly call it studying, something you were confident in doing?

Morgie squeezed passed a taller student while heading for the door. It was when he reached it that he looked over his shoulder and caught your gaze.

In the time it took you to hold back your gasp, Morgie had a flush rise up his neck.

Oh.

In a flash, Morgie left the classroom.

You blinked.

What does this even mean?

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Too much thumping. Too warm and flighty.

Morgie had never shoved and bounded down a hall so fast. Not for avoidance anyway. He had no idea what came over himself.

Eventually stopping underneath a tree, Morgie breathed in the fresh air.

Why does my face have to get so warm? He thought while fighting the urge to hit his forehead on the tree trunk.

Uliana’s words from the day before rung in through his head: “A villain shouldn’t be blushing; not over an honors student.” She had seemed so bewildered then by Morgie’s reaction to you.

It wasn’t as if it was his fault. He didn’t make himself blush on cue, nor did you. If Morgie had it his way, no one would had been able to tell how he liked you. He didn’t want them to.

But (Y/N) probably knows, Morgie thought. They’re too smart not to know I like them. His heartbeat increased steadily.

Seeing your figure ascending a set of stairs took a short gasp out of Morgie.

I could say something.

The youth leapt from out of the foliage, took a few steps, and stopped. His chest felt like it was shaking with the rapid thumps of his heart.

Morgie swallowed. Hazel eyes watching nervously as you walked out of sight.

Maybe another time.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

A whole week passed with just as many assignments and suggested readings. Knowledge was gained and some sleep was lost. Studying for a text was involved.

Maybe I’m getting better at this, you thought.

Leaving your final class of the day, you held your head a little higher and had a slight bounce to your step. Days were looking up, more positive. Magical, one might say.

You had good news to share with your father, Merlin, and Bridget had given you a copy of a cookie recipe. All good things.

And I’m pretty sure Morgie had looked at me in class today, you thought with a giddy smile.

Oh, that crush of yours? You one hundred percent knew you liked him.

Did you figure out when those feelings started? No, and that bit irritated you. You really wanted to know in order to figure out the details. But your mind liked to keep some secrets it seemed.

On route to your dorm, you avoided the sea of students. Each gathered in various sized groups to socialize after a long day.

You wanted to put your books and all away in your room first. It was a wonder how much you could fit into one bag.

Walking into a near deserted hall with mid-afternoon lighting gave you an odd sense of awareness. No distractions moving about or unpolished enchantments to dodge. It was you, your surroundings, and your senses.

Through those senses, it was easy to notice someone trotting up behind you. Not too fast, but also with intent.

“Hey.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at the sight of Morgie slowing to match your pace.

“Hi.” You greeted lightly and did a quick glance behind him.

He came alone.

This is a bit new.

“How’d you do on the exam?” Morgie asked and gingerly bit his bottom lip.

“Better than I thought. Thankfully. I spent enough time studying for it.”

“I know.”

You looked forward briefly and asked, “How about you? How’d you do?”

“Near perfect.” He nearly smiled from ear to ear. His chest stuck out just enough.

A swell of pride unmistakably grew within you.

“That’s great.” You said, grateful to have an easy conversation. “I’m not surprised.”

Was that too much?

Walking alongside Morgie was quite new. Welcomed and almost peaceful. What blasted all that into the stratosphere was the delighted grin brightening Morgie’s face.

Oh. You could feel your heart squeezing and your own smile widening.

All major smiles dropped once the pair of you reached a staircase.

“I’ll…see you later,” Morgie took a step away.

“See you.” You gave one last smile and started the ascent. Even with eyes focused on the steps ahead of you, you were aware of Morgie’s gaze following your movements.

Definitely a more positive day.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Time and one’s innermost desires didn’t always line up as one hoped. Not even with magic.

Morgie had thought his time was perfect, but there were other factors he forgot to take into account.

This could be better, Morgie thought, or worse.

Morgie had followed his band of fellow villains in line for lunch. Stomachs hungry and eyes trained ahead was the usual standing for the students.

For Morgie, however, his fingers twitched and he was much too aware of every movement he made. He could hardly help it. Making an impression and standing out to you kept him on his toes.

You were standing behind him talking with someone. A fairy who was asking for wand advice, apparently.

They’re a really good listener, Morgie thought as he kept waiting to hear your voice. They might be smiling. He managed not to turn around. Even teenagers with magic had some self control. More so, gaining the attention of the other villains wasn’t something he wanted at that moment.

Suddenly, inhaled sharply as he felt the slightest movement of air behind him. You had almost touched him.

Standing so close together in line felt like the best and the worst thing all at once. Morgie could hardly breathe in a normal manner.

“Hey,” Hook tapped Morgie on the shoulder.

His eyes glanced over to the pirate captain. Soon he met the others’ gazes.

“Are you sick?”

Morgie shook his head.

“The line shouldn’t take that long,” said Hades.

“It could be faster.” Uliana pointedly looked ahead.

After quiet observations of Morgie le Fay, the villains turned back around as the line moved up. He was thankful for the lack of questions. Perhas they had thoughts on the weekend ahead. Morgie sort of did.

Hearing your cheerful laughter practically roll through his nervous system reenergized him like a potent potion. He pulled at his thin scarf.

I need to do something.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

After a rainstorm everything felt alive and��wet.

Nearing the end of your lunch period you had dried off a part of the seating at a table in a courtyard and got to work fixing your notes. Earlier in the day, one of your teachers had spoke faster than you would had preferred. At least the cramp in your hand ebbed.

If they weren’t in a rush to finish the lesson today, you thought, my notes wouldn’t look like a total lopsided disaster trying to keep up. Picking your pen up, you had an idea. Why can’t I let my pen write for me? A mixture of a locomotive spell and personification. It could work. Worth a shot, you thought and set down the pen.

A quick shake of your arms to stay loose, and you straightened your posture.

Any spell started with an intention. With yours set, you spoke clearly and allowed your gift to charge. You had done spells since you were little. This one could be considered a light exercise.

One you completely goofed up when the sight of Morgie le Fay walking by with his hazel eyes already gazing at you threw off your concentration.

“Oh, goodness.”

The pen in front of you didn’t move.

A startled scream drew your attention to your real mistake. Across the courtyard, a stone bench scampered by a group of students.

“Blast it.” You hit the table and leapt from your seat.

“(Y/N)!” Jasmine and Aladdin shouted, both rushing away from the animated furniture.

“Sorry!” You ran after the bench as it fled form you in a gallop. “Stop!”

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Merlin Academy allowed magic in the curriculum. No question about it, with a wizard as its headmaster. It was then, expected by most, to see magic nearly everyday, given the various students’ skillsets.

“That looks like fun,” Hades commented on the running bench, Maleficent nudging his arm in disapproval.

“Maybe they like mischief after all.” Hook said to Morgie and peered to his friend. “Morgie?”

No one was beside him. Not anymore.

Moving as fast as his legs could take him, heart pounding, Morgie ran through an alcove. He had a simple plan: cut off the animated bench’s path and stop it before it caused you any harm.

If (Y/N) wanted it to be running amok, they wouldn’t be panicking. A logical thought for the teenager keeping an ear for any sign of the likely misbehaving bench.

Sunlight poured into an opening of a walkway intersection, and Morgie skidded to a halt when he heard your aggravated shouting in Latin. The corner of his lips curved up.

“Come on,” Morgie murmured in a ready stance.

Rhythmic thuds came closer and closer.

Gray stone tumbled around the corner.

“You,” he kept his hands raised, “facti sunt inanimati.”

A jolt and stiffness hit the bench, stopping altogether. Echoes of its last movements faded into the building.

“Ha.” Morgie gave the bench a good look-over. “Nice try.”

In the next moment, you rounded the corner with determination. Your objective had been completed without you. It stood to reason why your surprise built as you slowed to a stop by the bench.

Backlit from the afternoon’s warm sun and your gaze on Morgie, he found himself speechless.

“Morgie,” you inquired between intakes of air, “did you… Did you stop it?”

He nodded, heartbeat increasing.

A grin brightened your face. “Thank you.”

Morgie stuck out his chest proudly. He could feel himself grinning.

“You, uh, you didn’t have to.” You gave the stone bench a light tap with your shoe.

“I wanted to.”

An expression and emotion came over you, one Morgie couldn’t quite read. You weren’t angry or disappointed. It was neither sadness, irritation, or disgust.

The longer he studied you the more you stood there in wonder.

Should I walk closer? He thought, glad to not be blushing.

“(Y/N),” Fay had scurried into the covered walkway. “Are you all right? Oh! You got it.”

You had turned around to face the fairy, “Actually…”

“It’s all right. I messed up with my wand again yesterday. But, perhaps, we can move the bench back. Somehow.”

“Levitation could work,” you suggested with a cute tilt of your head.

“Yeah. Excellent, (Y/N).”

Standing quietly, Morgie’s heart had a small leap of warmth whenever your name was spoken. A spark of excitement.

“Morgie,” you said looking over your shoulder, “I’m glad the bench didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

“It would’ve ran away if it knew what I can do.” He replied feeling more confident.

“I’m sure.” You smirked playfully.

Not so deep down, Morgie really wanted to keep the conversation going despite the new task ahead, Fay standing right there, and an upcoming class. He could probably come up with something.

“Uh.”

Both you and Morgie looked to Fay as she stood waiting with her wand at the ready. Patient as she was, Fay appeared confused at your interaction.

Good. She doesn’t need to know.

“I have to run.” Morgie leaned forward and allowed his magic to alter his eyes. “You can catch me later.”

After witnessing surprise on your lovely face, Morgie took his leave. Blushing was the last thing on his mind this time.

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Warm afternoon sunlight made the headmaster’s office cozy and nowhere near intimating. It could also be the familiarity and the sheer number of books in your father’s office. Not particularly a surprise for you.

The actual surprise came earlier when you decided to talk to your father about what had been nagging at the back of your mind.

If only you could get yourself to that topic.

“You heard about that?” You cringed, slouching into your seat.

“I did.” Merlin said calmly as he sipped his tea. “It’s not often a stone bench runs around the academy. Oh, don’t take it to heart. Mistakes happen. We can learn from them.” Ever the understanding and intelligent man. Anything could be a lesson in his view.

Now’s as good a time as ever, you thought apprehensively.

“I…was distracted.” You admitted quietly, nervously.

Setting down the teacup, he looked at you pointedly.

“Well now, you know better than that.” He cleared his throat, “especially with others around.”

“I know. I know. It’s just… It doesn’t make sense,” you rambled on, “it’s like one day everything’s normal and then… Oh, goodness.” You sunk further into the furniture a little embarrassed. “I have…feelings for someone.”

Merlin chuckled, “I see!”

“But I don’t know when it started so that I can know fully why.”

“Very illogical and confusing. You might never know.”

“What?”

He continued to chuckle happily. “There’s no logical explanation for this.”

You grumbled, thought half-heartedly with how your father was in such a good spirits.

“A most befuddling thing.”

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Late in the evening when crickets started chirping and owls were starting their day, villains mingled in an enormous rotting eel. An excellent place as any to hang out after school at the black lagoon.

Moods were high and shared as the motley crew recalled the chaos you enchanted bench caused. A real highlight of the day.

“I’ve never seen a fairy fall into bushes before,” Maleficent snickered with a swirl of her hair.

“Or a wave of students diving out of the way.” Hook laughed along with the others.

“Who knew (Y/N) could cause such glorious chaos.” Uliana added gleefully.

“Speaking of fleeing,” Hades turned to Morgie. “Where’d you run off to? You missed the fun.”

“I caught up with (Y/N).” Morgie replied as all attention fell to him.

“Oh, you spent time with Merlin’s goodie goodie?” Uliana teased playfully. She wasn’t oblivious to how Morgie acted around you.

Feeling more confident and a tad bashful, Morgie added, “I think (Y/N) and I could cause some mischief together.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Uliana said positively.

“Merlin’s child without a book? How shocking,” Maleficent said and patted Hades’ arm.

“They mustn’t be afraid of the dark,” Hades said casually.

“Aye, but how much do they like it?” Hook questioned and looked to the young sorcerer.

Morgie breathed in slowly. “I’ll have to find out.”

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Sounds of water and chirping of birds ground you after what felt like the longest class of the semester. An exaggeration of course. But being by a water feature with friends between classes helped ease your mind.

“Is there a world where you’d consider not being in honors classes? It would give you some freedom.” Jasmine smiled encouragingly. “Or do you like a challenge?”

You shook your head, laughing. “I like learning. Is that so bad?”

“You’re not trapped in expectations are you?”

“Trapped? No. Trying to ignore them? Definitely.”

“I have some experience with—No!” Her words broke into a yelp as she looked down to where you both stood.

“Oh!”

A cream colored snake slithered over your shoe. Not a large one, and it hardly had any weight to it at all.

Odd, you thought and bent down to inspect the creature.

“Be careful.” Jasmine said from a couple of steps away.

“I will,” you squinted and almost laughed once you made a discovery. “Oh? It’s paper.”

“What?”

You chuckled and held out your hand. The parchment, very much enchanted, coiled upon the palm of your hand.

“Will it bite?” She inquired.

“What bites?” Aladdin showed up, almost out of nowhere. His gaze went from Jasmine to where hers was locked. “Are you planning to trick someone?”

“No.” You Brough your hand closer to you and added, “I’ll check it out. No worrying, all right?”

“All right.” Jasmine relented. “I’ll see you in class.”

Giving a wave to the happy pair, you departed for some seclusion. It was truly a good thing that the academy was large and not a simple rectangular building.

This is not a trick, you thought as your mind quickly narrowed down who would enchant paper to be a snake. Those thoughts only made your heart rate quicken.

As inconspicuously as you could manage while not fast-walking, you ducked behind a tree full of branches to obscure yourself from view. The last thing you wanted was a nosy student popping up behind you.

“Alright,” you exhaled and held the ‘snake’ up. “Do you have a message for me?”

With a shiver and nod, the paper snake unrolled before its serpentine enchantment subsided.

“Huh.”

Heat rose to your chest and neck.

It is form Morgie.

Your eyes had looked to the signature first before reading his message in its entirety.

(Y/N), Ego amo te multum. In my chest there is a hum every time I see you and hear your name it’s fluttering and warm and all the same. It’s new and acceptus and I wish you and I were an “us”. Please reply yay or nay. If negative, destroy this letter today. Morgie

Hardly knowing if you were breathing properly or what time it was, you read the letter two more times. You had to be certain you weren’t mistaken. Your heart threatened to burst! metaphorically, of course.

Morgie le Fay did like you! It wasn’t just a misreading of situations. He liked you a lot.

Him writing in Latin may had got you a little flustered, but you’d manage.

Quickly with shaking hands, you folded the letter and stashed it into your bag.

Yup. This is new. Befuddling maybe. You thought as you attempted a few calm breaths. He likes me! A wide smile curved your lips. Oh, wait, wait. I need to reply. Reply…and say what?

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

As with each weekday, the rest of the school day went by. Each spare moment gave you a chance to breathe more consciously and time to contemplate what to write back to Morgie. Obviously, you would. It needed to be written just right.

Morgie liked you and you liked him. For once in your life, you needed to fully express that in words. No more avoidance. Time had come to admit your emotions.

A little intimidating, but he took a big step—a chance. I can do the same, you thought as you walked into your dorm room. Your safe place. No more hiding. It took me long enough to figure out how I feel. I can do this.

So your writing began. Many scratched out marks and revisions later, the reply to Morgie’s confession was complete.

Morgie, How could I reply with a simple Yay? My dear Morgie le Fay Ego amo te multum. I have found where the hum comes from. It’s from oneself being incredibly happy. I have it too. You may have my reply, YAY And I’m keeping your letter. Affectionately, (Y/N)

Thankful to have finally written with a steady hand, you folded the letter and enchanted it to fly as a bird. Speedy delivery for the sorcerer who would without a doubt be hoping for a reply.

Poor Morgie had to wait hours all ready. I hope he doesn’t think I burned his letter, you thought anxiously. But if he didn’t have hope or bravery that I might feel similarly, then he wouldn’t have sent the letter in the first place. Oh, goodness, how do people deal with this?

All you could do was pace the floor of your room.

What else could you do?

Your thoughts were no where settled to do anything academic. So you waited.

Waited for what exactly? You were not certain.

Anything and everything could happen. Even nothing.

Just breathe. You did your part. You leaned against your bed. Then again, there are no instructions for these sort of…illogical things.

About ten minutes since you had sent out the letter, there came an unfamiliar knock on your door. It spooked you as if you had been sitting in the dark alone.

Apprehension to disappointment of another person and nerves overcame you then. There was only one way to find out who knocked.

Be brave.

You walked up to the door.

Unless it’s Ella returning my book…

Upon opening the door, you were doubly happily surprised to see a beaming Morgie with very tidy hair, holding a single flower. The sort of flora that grew around the school grounds.

“Hi.” Morgie stood almost completely still.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” You asked with a grin.

“I wanted to see you.”

Your chest swelled with warmth and all you could do was stare at him, the body who liked you back.

Hazel eyes peered passed you and Morgie tilted his head.

“Why do you have crumbled paper all over your desk?”

Looking over your shoulder briefly, you laughed. “The first few drafts of my reply.”

“Oh,” Morgie raised his free hand to reveal a piece of paper. “Like this?”

“More rambling and messy because I was nervous, but yes.”

“Affectionately nervous?” A smirk upturned his lips slowly.

“Happily so.”

Beaming, Morgie took a step forward, but stopped as he was unsure of your reaction or preference of closeness. He looked ever so adorable. A letter from you in one hand a flower held in the other.

A hug I can handle.

Taking a step back into your room, you held out your arms and beckoned him in for a hug.

Morgie didn’t waste a second of your invitation. The two of your embraced. All nervous jitters forgotten. Enjoying the affection from the other with all the giddiness, warmth, and comfort that came with it.

“I really, really like you,” Morgie whispered onto your shoulder. His arms embraced you a little tighter, emotions shown freely.

I could hear that on repeat.

“I really, really like you,” you said, happy your voice didn’t crack. “Maybe we could do something this weekend?” Your bravery had come out full force.

Was there anything to be nervous about anymore in regards to your feelings?

Morgie leaned back to look at you with bright eyes.

“Yeah! Anything.” His excitement level escalated.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he insisted. “A walk, a prank, trying a new spell, causing mischief, or dinner.”

“You’ve had time to think about this.”

“All day and when I ran here.”

“You ran?”

“I wanted to see you,” he repeated and finally offered you the flower.

You accepted the flower without hesitation.

Perhaps your time and future with Morgie would be something like that. Beautiful and unexpected. More than anything, you knew it would be magical.

~~~

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kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick · 6 months ago

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Merry Kissmas, Day 20

It looks like they really are going Christmas shopping, so Arthur drives them into town on a cold, busy Saturday, the last weekend before Christmas. Merlin’s breath is visible as he steps out of the car and Arthur admires the way his cheeks turn pink, until Merlin catches him staring and he has to look away.

“Why do you need me for this?” Merlin asks for the third time. “I don’t need to do any Christmas shopping.”

“I need you in my sight at all times,” Arthur answers as they head into the shop.

“Why? Worried I’ll kiss someone else?” He raises a cheeky eyebrow.

“No,” Arthur says forcefully. “No. I just... can’t miss my chance. You’re still in the lead, you know.”

“Yes, I know. You gonna take it from me?”

Something about the way Merlin says this makes Arthur feel flushed. “Yes. When you least expect it.”

“I always expect it.”

To test this, Arthur pulls Merlin close, but he wrestles out of Arthur’s grasp just in time. Arthur laughs.

“You’re really willing to do this in public?” Merlin asks.

“I already embarrassed myself in front of all your coworkers and I have to see those people again.”

“That’s true.” Merlin smiles at the memory and because of that, Arthur doesn’t regret his actions a single bit.

Later, once they’ve gotten into the groove of shopping, Merlin speaks up. “There’s only five possible points left, and with me in the lead, I only need three more points to win, so we could be done by Monday.”

Despite the dread with which Arthur has been watching the Hershey’s kisses leaving his little cardboard Advent calendar, this thought hasn’t occurred to him. That it could be over even before Advent was. “You really think you could get three points in a row?”

“I could.”

“Please. Is that why you’ve been quiet? You’ve been figuring that out in your head? And here I thought you were actually giving me a break from your incessant prattle.”

“Nope, I’ll never do that.”

“Why would you want that anyway? For it to be over early?” Arthur is surprised by how quiet his voice is. “Are you... not having fun?”

Merlin gives him an intense look that Arthur wishes he could decipher and which goes on for a long time before Merlin answers. “No, I am. You have no idea. But... I was just saying. You know, it’s possible.”

You have no idea . Those words seem to imply something, but Arthur has to come up with a witty retort for fear of having to confront something real. “I very much doubt it.”

Merlin crosses his arms. “You don’t think I can do it?”

“You haven’t.”

“I haven’t been trying. I’ve been dragging it out for your benefit, but now that I know you’re not having fun.” He lunges for Arthur, who easily holds him back with a hand to his chest.

“I didn’t say I’m not having fun.”

Merlin’s arms go slack. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

A smile comes across Merlin’s face, crinkling his eyes, for just a second. “Okay, then. Kiss me.”

“What?”

“So we can tie.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Make sure it lasts longer.”

Arthur stares.

Merlin bites his lip. “I won’t stop you.”

This is like a wild fantasy come true, but Arthur has to remind himself it’s just for a silly game that will soon be over and it doesn’t mean anything more. He steps forward in the aisle of the busy department store and places a tentative hand on Merlin’s neck, Merlin’s eyes closing at the touch. “This is okay?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Arthur leans in, pressing his lips gently to Merlin’s and it feels real this time, something deep inside him stirring strangely at the touch, but he can’t bring himself to do it for more than a couple seconds, even though Merlin is kissing him back, and the way Merlin’s eyes stay closed when Arthur pulls away seems to be telling him something, but he can’t entertain the idea because he isn’t entirely certain what it is.

He realizes Merlin’s hands were on his waist when he feels them leave. He sighs. “Now we’re even.”

Merlin blinks his eyes open, and there’s something fresh in his face that makes him look even more beautiful to Arthur.

“Come on. Let’s find something for Morgana.”

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years ago

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Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha—ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

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theladyfirelord · 8 months ago

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hiii little miss genius 🤭🤭!! could i request a drabble of selwyn having sleepover with his black s/o :)? thank you so much and have a fabulous day

Anything for you!! I really hope you enjoy it!! (:

Sleepover- Sel x Black S/O

You and Selwyn have been dating for a little over a year now. Sometimes you can't even believe it.

The Selwyn Emrys Kane was your boyfriend. How did you ever land such a magnificent being?

In his eyes, it's the other way around.

The two of you are always in awe of each other.

~~~

Today is Sel's birthday, and you've spent most of the day hanging out with Alice and William, with a couple of the other Legendborn tagging along for the festivities.

Selwyn's enjoyed himself...for the most part.

Don't get him wrong- he loves his friends to pieces, but there was one person that he wanted to be with the most...

You.

However, he would never admit that out loud.

But, with you, he never has to because you understand him better than he understands himself.

So you leave the party a bit early, saying that you had some "business" to take care of. Of course, Selwyn side-eyed that because it was a silly excuse, but you gave him no further explanation, which was extremely hard, considering he seemed a tad bit dejected after you announced that you were leaving.

But you had to in order to prepare your room for the sleepover surprise.

That's right-an exclusive night with just you and him.

After rearranging your room to include a large sized tent, with fairy lights and snacks located inside, you called Sel and told him to come over.

Little does he know that he'll be greeted with a night with the person whom he cherishes the most.

~~~

"SURPRISE, HONEY!" You shout as you open the door, greeting Sel with your cute, pink strawberry pattern pj's and a same colored bonnet to match. "We're having a sleepover! Just you and me!"

At first, Selwyn looks shocked, but then that shock turns into joy and amusement. "Don't you look precious, sweetheart?" He teases.

You run over to Selwyn, jumping into his arms. He catches you with ease, and in return, you wrap your legs around his waist, or really, his midsection (the boy was tall).

Once you unhook your legs from around Sel and place your feet on the ground again, you motion around to your newly transformed bedroom, practically beaming with excitement. "Are you ready for the best sleepover party of your life, Sel?"

A fast-growing smile spreads across the young Merlin's face, "Bring it on, babe."

~~~

And bring it on you did.

Together, the two of you ate snacks whilst watching countless amounts of rom-coms, action-packed movies, and, reluctantly, horror films.

Sel found every single scary movie you watched to be more humorous than terrifying...you on the other hand were petrified.

On second thought, maybe Sel found you more hilarious than the movies themselves.

After, you ordered pizza and babbled about new books that you've read to your boyfriend. This was a common occurrence for you two. You were more of the talker, and he was more of the listener.

Today, however, considering the fact that it was his birthday, he probably wouldn't want to hear you talk, right?

Immediately when this thought crosses your mind, you quiet down and look away in shame.

"I'm sorry, Sel, it's your birthday, I shouldn't be blabbering so much. You probably don't want to hear that and-" your ranting is cut off with a kiss from your boyfriend.

"I love everything that comes from your mouth. Please, keep going." He encourages, and just like that, your chattiness continues.

~~~

"Happy birthday, dear Selwyn, Happy birthday to you!" You attempt to sing to the birthday boy whilst holding a birthday cake with candles labeled "Happy Birthday, my love!"

Granted, your voice wasn't very good because let's face it, you were no Ariana Grande.

Sel appreciated the gesture all the same, seeing as he hadn't stopped smiling ever since you started singing.

"Okay, now blow out the candles, and make a wish!" You say as you hold the cake in front of him. But he doesn't move.

You were about to open your mouth to say something when he asks, "What if my wish already came true?"

...oh, how you loved him.

~~~

The night ends with the two of you crawling into your makeshift tent, side by side, face to face.

You begin to say, "I hope you had a good day today, Sel. I know it wasn't much-" When he interrupts, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers. "It was everything, Y/N. I got to spend time with the love of my existence. That's the best gift I could've ever been given."

~~~

#selwyn kane #legendborn #bloodmarked #tracy deonn #black reader #sleepover #birthday #fluff #oneshot #x reader

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stressed-and-queer · 2 years ago

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Here, have a Merthur fic I started and had big ideas for but never completed!

"Explain to me one more time where we're going," Arthur asks, poking at the fire with a stick. Merlin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stares at Arthur.

"We're going to the place where magic began, the Crystal Cave. It's located in the Valley of the Fallen Kings," Merlin explains, keeping it nice and short. This had to have been the fifth time Arthur has asked him where they were going. It was starting to get on his nerves.

"And we're going because, what, your magic has a hunch," Arthur says almost jokingly. Merlin groans, glaring at Arthur.

"Look, make fun of it all you want, my magic is trying to tell me something. Three nights in a row I dreamed of that place, I can't explain it but my magic is telling me to go there," Merlin says, continuing to glare at Arthur.

A small smirk falls on Arthur's face as his eyes widen for a moment, his eyebrows raising and going back down,a slight nod of his head. All in all, Arthur was basically looking at him like he was crazy. Merlin rolls his eyes and sighs.

"You've got to understand how all of this sounds Merlin," Arthur says.

"What, crazier than when I told you that I had magic," Merlin smirks.

"Well, you didn't exactly tell me you had magic," Arthur corrects.

"Well, you're alive because of it aren't you," Merlin shoots back.

"I would have survived just fine on my own," Arthur growls.

"Sure you would have, what with your hands being held behind your back and a sword pressed against your neck. You definitely would have gotten out of that one sire, " Merlin mocks.

"Oh shut up,"

"No I don't think I will,"

"Merlin,"

Merlin can't help but laugh at how easy it is to annoy Arthur. The king glaring at him from across the fire. There's a slight breeze making the fire rise but only for a moment. And the two just look at each other, Arthur leans forward, his gaze softening as a small smile adorns his face. Arthur, whose face is kissed by the light of the fire, casting a shadow on parts of his face and making his lips seem softer than they probably were. Made the red on his cheeks stand out and made it look as if the king was blushing. The fire made his eyes seem lighter than they were, making his hair shine and his armor glow.

Arthur looks beautiful like this Merlin decides as a soft smile of his own reaches his lips. He admires his king from across the fire and it's almost as if the two are lost in their own thoughts. Merlin breaks the eye contact by looking at the ground before glancing at Arthur.

"We should rest, we might make it to the

Valley of the Fallen Kings by noon if we wake up early enough," Merlin says, snapping Arthur out of his thoughts. Arthur clears his throat as he sits up straight.

"Yes, we should rest," he agrees, getting up. They have blankets tossed on the ground a little bit away from the campfire. close enough so that they can still feel the heat after it's been put out but far enough where they wouldn't catch on fire. Arthur stands up as he grabs the belt that has his sword on it, sitting neatly in its sheath. He makes his way to his blanket, setting his sword down next to it, Merlin watching him. Arthur always sleeps with his sword next to him, the king told him it was in case they were ambushed at night. He would be ready to draw his sword. At first, Merlin thought it silly that Arthur sleeps with his sword. And then Arthur explained why and Merlin understood.

Arthur relies on his sword much like Merlin relies on his magic. He uses it as if it was a second arm, knowing exactly what moves to make without even thinking. He's able to swing it around without a second thought, able to guess his enemy's move before they make it. It's what made Arthur such a great knight. It's much like how Merlin uses his magic as well. How Merlin doesn't have to say a spell to make his eyes glow gold. Levitating objects is like second nature to him. Much like Arthur with his sword, Merlin doesn't think when he uses his magic. And when faced with an enemy, he uses his magic as if on reflex. So he understands why Arthur sleeps with his sword by his side.

Merlin returns his focus to the fire and with a glow of his eyes, the fire slowly dies down. Merlin makes his way to his own blanket that sat next to Arthur's. The king layed down on his blanket, just looking up through the trees. His arms behind his head, propping it up. His eyes follow Merlin, watching as he settles down on his own blanket.

"Goodnight Arthur," Merlin says, resting his head on the ground.

"Goodnight Merlin," Arthur replies.

It's almost silent for a couple of minutes, only the sound of crickets filling their ears. The occasional pinecone falling and breaking the fragile sticks on the ground. Nocturnal animals and beasts alike roaming the forest. And then;

"I can't sleep,"

Merlin sighs as he opens his eyes.

"You haven't even tried," he points out.

"Yeah well, I know I won't be able to sleep," Arthur says in a matter of fact tone. Merlin groans as he flips over to his side, now looking at Arthur. The king had also flipped over, resting his cheek in his hand to prop his head up.

"I can say a spell to get you to sleep if you like," Merlin says with a small smirk. Arthur rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"No no, let's talk," he suggests. Merlin sighs, extending out his hand and creating a blue ball of light so he could see Arthur. Arthur, who's eyes widen with recognition as he sees the ball of light.

"That looks like the light I saw in the Cave of Bailor, where I got the Mortaeus Flower," Arthur says.

"It is," is all Merlin says.

"So that was you then, who guided me to the flower," Arthur says.

"I wanted you to leave," Merlin huffs. Arthur just chuckles, shaking his head.

"You were dying Merlin, I wasn't going to leave without that flower," Arthur says.

"I know, you're a stubborn prat," Merlin smirks. Arthur rolls his eyes at the insult.

"Merlin, what do you hope to find in this cave," Arthur asks, with genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"The crystals, they can show me the future," Merlin explains, waiting for Arthur to laugh at what he said. But laughter never comes, instead Arthur looks more curious at what he said. A sort of realization on his face.

"You've been there before, haven't you," Arthur says and Merlin nods.

"It was back when we got ambushed by bandits and you had gotten injured. You had almost died," Merlin says, swallowing the lump in his throat at the thought of Arthur laying there, dying.

"But you saved me," Arthur half asks.

"No actually, this person named Tailesen healed you,my magic wasn't strong enough at the time. He's the one who showed me the Crystal Cave and told me to look into the crystals," Merlin explained.

"What did you see," Arthur asks.

"Morgana's plot to kill Uther. My attempts to stop it made a self fulfilling prophecy," Merlin said with a bit of annoyance for himself.

"How so," Arthur questions.

"The knife, you were originally going to give Morgana, that plain one. The only reason you gave her the pretty one was because I said something. Because I saw that exact knife in one of the visions the crystals showed me," Merlin explains. Arthur nods his head, brows furrowed.

"So how can you be so sure the same thing won't happen," Arthur points out.

"I'm not, but if my magic is telling me to go there, it must be for a good reason," Merlin says.

"Well, I trust you," Arthur says after a few moments. He smiles at Merlin, his smile turning into a small yawn.

"Finally ready to go to bed Arthur," Merlin jokes.

"Yes actually," Arthur says, laying down on his back once more. Merlin makes the light disappear as he makes himself as comfortable as he could.

"Goodnight Merlin," Arthur calls from the dark.

"Goodnight Arthur,"

Morning comes faster than Merlin would like. The sound of the birds chirping waking him up. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of the clouded vision and the tiredness. He slowly sits up, a yawn escaping him as he stretches his arms, feeling his shoulders pop and his back crack. He smacks his mouth a couple of times before opening his eyes once more.To his surprise, it's Arthur standing in front of him, his stuff already packed and on the horses.

"Wait, how are you up before me," Merlin asks, the shock evident in his voice.

"I am capable of waking up by myself you know," Arthur rolls his eyes. It's only then that Merlin sees the dead rabbit in his hands. Probably their breakfast if Merlin had to guess.

"Just how long had you been awake before me," Merlin asks, eyeing Arthur,

"Well, the sun was just starting to rise so I'd say an hour at most," Arthur explains.

"An hour!" Merlin exclaims.

"Yes, that is what I said," Arthur confirms with a bit of a taunt.

"But how," Merlin asks, still in shock that Arthur woke up before him.

"We've been through this before. Even with magic your brain is the size of a walnut isn't it, and that's being generous," Arthur says with a slight irritation. Merlin rolls his eyes at the insult, getting up and taking the rabbit from Arthurs hands.

"I suppose this is breakfast," Merlin says.

"Look at that, your walnut brain does work," Arthur muses, grabbing Merlin's blanket and rolling it up. Merlin decides to ignore that as he goes to the fire that had been set up the night before. With a glow of his magic and a soft whoosh there's a spark and a fire roaring in just mere seconds. He sets the rabbit down and goes over to the backpack that hung from the side of the horse. He searches inside and pulls out a knife.

Skinning the animal was by far his second least favorite part. The first being killing the animal in the first place. He looks at the dead animal with that of sympathy, even though it's already dead. His hand gripping the hilt of the knife, yet not making a move. He doesn't notice Arthur walk up behind him, the leaves crunching under his footsteps. Arthur places his hand on top of Merlin's, specifically the one that's holding the knife. Merlin understands instantly and hands the knife over to Arthur, who takes the dead rabbit from Merlins hands and starts skinning the animal himself.

#fanfic #slight spoilers #cw: mentions of skinning an animal #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #arthur knows about Merlins magic #mentions to past episodes #hints at Merthur #unfinished

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iris-qt · 1 year ago

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𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜

"Something happens, and I'm head over heels..."

✧ ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴘᴜꜰꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✧ ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!, ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

✧ ᴡ/ᴄ: 3.2ᴋ

✧ ᴀ/ɴ: ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 7ᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ

✧ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ꜰᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɪᴛ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ.

Sometimes, you have to push yourself out of your comfort zone to get what you want.

And if that means asking for help from your favorite gossip that slightly terrifies you, then so be it.

“Isn’t this just a bit too revealing?”

You turn towards Pansy, tugging your borrowed mini dress down as she puts her hand on her hips, smiling, adding a finishing touch of maroon gloss onto your lips.

She steps back to admire her work, using her hands to frame you as you mock pose.

“Y/n. You’re a work of art,” she grins, putting on her own earrings. “And most people in art are naked, so just be thankful I didn’t insist on that.”

“You’re so merciful, Queen Pancy,” you fake a bow as she rolls her eyes grabbing your hand.

“Ok, ready? What was the one rule we went over?”

Your demeanor drops at the mere thought of him.

“I know, I know…don’t get distracted by him.”

Pansy sighs, shaking you by the shoulders. “He’s not the fucking Dark Lord, y/n. Say his name.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed at having to discuss the matter in the first place.

“Don’t get distracted by Nott.”

Theodore Nott.

You had to stop, but…

You’d loved him for a while

You’d loved him when he sat next to you on the first train to Hogwarts; picking scabs on his fingers out of nervousness. You’d distracted him with silly stories of your childhood. Of days spent creating little leaf huts for your ducklings and dreaming of adventure in the glades near your home.

You loved him when you’d leave your table to sit next to him; leaning in close and sharing whispers about neverending topics. When he’d visit your dorm for a quiet night of reading and look around in awe at the cozy blankets and lamps illuminating his self-proclaimed safe space.

To say the least, you were head over heels for this boy. Head over heels for the way his eyes hid emotions if only you were worthy of revealing them. For the longest time, it seemed inevitable that Theodore Nott’s favorite person was y/n.

Until 6th year, when Nott came back as a new boy. He’d grown what seemed like a foot and his face seemed carved of marble stone, only covered by his locks of dark hair. He was vastly desired and gained a multitude of new friends.

And he left you in the dust.

As Plato once said, "the measure of a man is what he does with power,” and Theodore Nott used that power to skyrocket his social standing until there wasn’t room for you anymore.

This year, however, was your year. The summer spent interning at the ministry had invoked a sense of confidence within you. You were always beautiful, however, you never usually showed it off.

This year, you’d decided to flaunt it.

Well, kind of..

Thank Merlin for Pansy Parkinson, your adoptive parent Slytherin.

You both headed down the stairs from the girl’s dorms, the music blaring and the raucous party already in full swing.

“Just as I planned: fashionably late,” Pansy smirks, leading you to the bar

Every year, a different house hosts the back to school party, only for 6th and 7th years, although many lower years sneak in. This year, everyone was delighted that it was Slytherin.

Slytherin was known for many things, and their ability to throw a rager was one of them.

You leaned against the counter, sipping a Negroni and surveying the party. You wanted to let loose and create a new image for yourself? Well, this back to school party was your chance.

Unfortunately, your eyes land on a certain boy, half obscured in the shadows of the outskirts.

Theodore Nott was leaning against the wall, a wicked grin on his face as he nodded along to some Gryffindor girl’s words. Was it possible he became even more gorgeous over break? He seemed to have procured a perfect tan along with his longer dark locks that curled around his ears, framing his toned face.

It was sickening to look at him. Memories came flooding back of the numerous summers you’d spent with him; reading under a tree or laying under a blanket of stars. Your parents would let him come over for a few weeks, and those would be the highlight of your summer break.

And now, you feel sick to your stomach.

Especially when his eyes began roaming as if sensing you, and then they met yours. Dead eyes gleaming in surprise at the sight of you at a party.

Theodore Nott knew you well, and he knew you were the type to spend a Friday night reading to your plants or whipping up a midnight snack in the kitchens after hours. He didn’t expect to find you drinking at a party, wearing the most sinful black mini dress that hugged you in all the right places.

He simply couldn’t pry his eyes away.

You, however, glanced away immediately, feeling his stare a more burning sensation than the gin sliding down your throat. You swallow the rest of your cocktail in one gulp, eyes slightly tearing up at the feeling, and stride away, wanting to get as far as possible from Nott.

You knew you promised Pansy not to let him get to you, but that proved to be impossible. You looked back at Pansy who just realized you had disappeared when suddenly you ran into a figure, gasping as he spilled some drink on you. Looking up, feeling defeated, your eyes meet the hazel ones of a Ravenclaw boy named Roman Vaughn. Captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, top of the 7th year Charms class, wealthy, and an overall heart throb with his chocolate brown skin, silky black hair, and hazel eyes.

He had grabbed your attention before, but you’d never acted on it. What were the odds you’d run into him of all people.

“Y/N! I am so so sorry here, let me find a napkin,” he immediately sprung into action, taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the bar for napkins. He grabbed a handful and began to wipe the drink from your chest, but then he realized he probably shouldn’t be doing that. He jerked away with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Anddd I keep making this situation worse and worse..”

You laugh, taking the napkins from his hand and dabbing at the stain that wasn’t even visible against the black fabric.

“Good thing it’s black, otherwise you’d be in big trouble, Vaughn,” you raise an eyebrow teasingly as he gives you another laugh.

“I guess luck is on my side tonight,” he smiles, eyes lighting up as if his words had a double meaning.

He asked you to dance, leading you gently to the dance floor after you both downed some drinks. And that's how you spent your night, taking shot after shot of vodka with Roman’s hands on your waist and yours in his hair, swaying to the beat. You noticed Pansy grinning at you while giving you a nod of approval. Her plan had come to fruition.

What you failed to notice in your newfound glee, however, were Theodore Nott’s eyes staring at your figure with a seemingly neutral look on his face. Within was utter turmoil.

He had ceased to pay attention to the Gryffindor girl in front of him, and absentmindedly handed her his drink, finding an empty chair to sit in.

He was aware he had become power hungry, leaving you behind last year. The truth is, the amount of yearning Theodore felt towards getting his old life with you back was insurmountable. He had felt like he was floating in a beautiful galaxy whenever he’d been with you, sitting amongst scarlett poppies. You made him feel safe with your familiar scent of vanilla and honey, melting all his troubles away.

Unfortunately, his efforts at getting you back were pushed down.

The trust you had for him seemed to have broken.

He tried once last winter, walking up to ask you if you wanted to stop by his home in Italy for winter break. He’d overheard you already planning a trip to Belgium with your best friends, so he backed off.

Then, he’d attempted to ask if you wanted to visit the book shop with him on a Hogsmeade trip, but when he had approached you, a random girl came up to flirt with him and you’d walked off, scoffing.

There were a multitude of other failed attempts; each one corroding his confidence more and more. He would never fully give up on you, but as more time passed, the more he felt like you were lost forever. You were a dandelion spreadings its tufts, and there seemed to be only a couple left, clinging on.

Seeing you dancing happily with Roman Vaughn proved to him without a doubt that you had forgotten about him. You have moved on.

He sighs, wondering why he was so caught up with this when they were only ever friends.

Right?

Sure, there had been lingering stares and a hint of adoration in both of their eyes. Maybe a spark of a deeper feeling that they were both too young and stubborn to comprehend.

He shook his head, drowning himself in more drinks to forget about this night.

To forget about you.

The next day, he was sitting in Charms class right in front of your two best friends. What he heard instantly soured the rest of his day.

“PLEASE, Hannah, you have to come on the Hogsmeade trip. Y/n is going with that Vaughn dude, so I’ll be walking around like a loser,” she pouts.

y/n going with Vaughn??

Theodore had assumed whatever they had going on at the party was just some temporary, drunken fun, but the worst possible outcome from his late night overthinking came true.

Y/n was going on a date with Roman Vaughn.

Theo scoffs to himself. Vaughn. Sounds like a cheapass beer brand.

What could y/n possibly see in him? Sure, he was tall, handsome, smart…ok…

Theo sighs, putting his head down on the table. Mattheo, knowing all about Theo’s current troubles and his undying obsession with y/n, pats him sympathetically.

Theodore understood that this was your decision and your life, so, despite how much he was compelled to, he refused to meddle with your love life. He didn’t want to risk being the one to make you sad. Again..

If this was the cost of his actions, he supposed he deserved it.

The trip to Hogsmeade had arrived, and Theo felt as depressed as ever. He forced himself to roll out of bed and adorned himself in a brown sweater and slacks. His friends wouldn’t let him sulk around in their dorm during a Hogsmeade trip.

He was walking with the Slytherin gang, hands shoved into his pockets. Despite the mantra he kept repeating to himself, telling himself over and over again not to think about you and Vaughn, Theo couldn’t stop. He wondered what you were doing with him. Maybe holding his hand with your slender ones, always a bit of dirt stuck between your nails. You loved being outside and Theodore often felt like the magic of nature failed to reveal itself to him again after he stopped spending time with you. As if its beauty died with your absence. Makes sense. You could make any moment or setting beautiful. He was always happy if you were there.

“What do you think, Nott?” Mattheo elbows him, looking at him expectantly.

“Oh- Uh…what?”

“What’s on your mind that's more interesting than us, mate,” Draco raises an eyebrow.

“We were talking about hitting Zonko’s first,” Mattheo offered, grinning knowingly.

“Yeah, anything’s fine with me.”

When his friends were busy laughing at the steam coming out of their ears from candy samples, Theodore gave in to his intrusive thoughts and decided to sneak out and find you and Vaughn. Just to survey the area, make sure he was treating you right, of course. Theodore would always consider you his closest friend.

He walked across the leaf-strewn autumn ground and spotted Roman walking into the 3 Broomsticks. You must be waiting for him there.

He scoffs to himself again.

Of course the asshole made her wait.

He enters the 3 Broomsticks and sees Vaughn taking off his coat and sitting down at a table with his friends. Where was y/n?

Theo stood there looking confused, wondering what happened to you. Did he ditch you for his friends?

He walked out of the pub, stepping on crispy-looking leaves, absentmindedly enjoying the crunch.

Where could you have been? Perhaps you realized that you deserved better than Vaughn, but even Theodore knew that was wishful thinking.

He walked down a path leading down to a view of the Shrieking Shack where you and he used to sit and sip warm, spiced butterbeer on these cold autumn days. Often, he feels as if he’d give anything to turn back time. To stop him from letting you leave his life. Because life never felt the same after your departure. You were physically so close, yet so far.

He comes across a small field of poppies, red and blazing like fire with the orange leaves scattered about. You loved poppies even naming your pet ducklings after the flower. Poppy I, Poppy II, Poppy III, etc.

He laughed to himself at the memory. You always insisted you could tell them apart and to this day he didn’t know if you were bluffing or not.

He doesn’t exactly know what prompted him to, but he begins picking the poppies, intending on perhaps drying them and preserving them in a journal forever. Another remnant of you. Tying them together with a loose piece of wool from his sweater, he continues his trek to the vantage point and sees a figure sitting on the old log fence. Sighing at this obstruction, he walks closer nonetheless and notices that the figure is you.

You were right there in front of him, sitting in the chill, scarf tied tight around your neck.

This was his chance. His chance to prove that he could be better than Vaughn. Prove that he was worthy of a second chance; worthy of you.

He walks up to you, leaning back on the fence, forcing himself to make eye contact with you and pour his heart out.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of him and you sit there, frozen, waiting for him to continue.

"Please just hear me out, ok?" he takes a deep breath.

“I know Roman makes you happy, and he makes you smile, and he’s smart and everything…I know you despise me for what I did, rightfully so, and you probably want to run for the hills right now. But, y/n, I adore you. Every second I have spent without you has felt like an endless cycle of agony. And, not only do I want you back as a friend, but I was wondering if you would consider being anything more with me. If not, that's completely fine. I suppose that's a conversation for another time. If you ever even want to converse with me... I know you’re probably on your way to meet Vaughn right now, but please reconsider. Please. And-”

You interrupt him with a suppressed laugh, putting a gloved hand to his mouth to stop his endless rambling.

“Theodore, I’m not-”

“LOOK!” He gently takes your hand away from his mouth and desperately pulls out the small bouquet of wild poppies, holding them out to you. “Look, y/n, I haven’t forgotten, see? Remember the poppies?” He has an almost maniacal gleam in his eyes.

You can’t help but laugh at his actions, softly accepting the poppies from his hands.

“How would I forget my favorite flower, Theodore?”

“And that's not all, I remember your favorite season is autumn because you love the warm colors and spices. I know you cry every time you rewatch that muggle movie, La La Land. I know you have a celebrity crush on the one middle-aged man from-”

“OK! I believe you, Theo, you know me too well,” you smile at him. “Can you...let me say something now?”

Theodore was certain you were going to tell him you had to leave to go find Vaughn. If anything, he had probably convinced you to go find Vaughn just to escape.

Nonetheless, he nodded, looking into your eyes with his own melancholy ones.

“I was never going to go on a date with Roman. I have no clue where you got your information,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I think you need a more reliable news source.”

“But…but your best friends? They said you were?”

“Oh yeah, I think they just assumed it because they saw him walk up to me, asking if I would go with him. They left before they could hear my answer.”

“And what was your answer?” Theodore picks at scabs on his hands, a bad habit you had noticed when you first met him on the Hogwarts Express. You move your hands to hold his, stopping him from picking his skin to death.

“I said no. I couldn’t force myself to have feelings for him, no matter how hard I tried.”

He looks at you, eyes wide with the happiest gleam.

“Can we..start over?”

“Let's just resume where we left off,” and with that you lean your head on his shoulder as he leans his on yours, watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground. Watching himself fall for you even more; if that were even possible.

2 months later

You laugh as your snowball hits Theodore Nott clean in the face, turning his nose and cheeks even more rosy red.

“Headshot!”

Your laughter is quickly stifled as his snowball hits you in the stomach, and you slip falling into the snow. Theodore runs up to you, laughing, laying down sprawled right next to you. He looks to the side, eyes a clear blue matching the light refracting from icicles. He gives you a kiss, lips cold yet comforting.

“C’mon, let's go inside for some hot cocoa,” he grins, watching your every breath.

You smile, nodding and standing up, helping him up with you.

“Good effort, soldier,” you salute teasingly, “but I think we both know who really won.”

He laughs softly as he envelops you in his arms, your chest pressed against his warm body.

“Yeah. Me.”

You narrow your eyes, booping his nose as you start walking. Theodore had come over for the winter break, and you had loved every second of it. You both come across the icy pond where your ducks usually reside. You stare at it with a melancholic look, your ducks long gone since they had flown south for the winter.

Theo holds you even tighter, kissing the side of your head.

“They’ll be back,” he whispers. “Probably with wicked tans.”

You laugh at that, looking into his dead eyes, alive with a joyful light.

He can't believe all his wishes came true. They had all culminated and led up to this beautiful life with you.

“I love you, y/n..” he whispers.

“I love you more, Theo,” you smirk.

“I love you most.”

#theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott one shot #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #slytherin boys

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sonny-d · 2 years ago

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actually thank u so much bc that is exactly what i meant i just didnt know that so heres everything i think abt all that but actually so unorganized bc idk how to do that

so first i rly rly liked what u had to say abt gaius being manipulative that bit that was an icky bc its literally so true and it feeds into the idea that gaius and uther were the first generation of merlin and arthur bc gaius was uthers close friend like rly rly close and we know this bc gaius was an active practicer of magic when the great purge happened and uther just let it slide as long as gaius stopped but also that means gaius had to watch uther hunt his sorcerer friends so that fucked him up and hes pushing that on merlin now bc gaius does not want to lose merlin like he lost everyone else and thats also why hes so fast to take merlins place on the pyre bc gaius has watched his friends take that L for so long that he finally wants to be the one to do it and gaius actively is aware of that but never says it bc he bottled everything up so bad like merlin does now

i do not plan to go in order of what was said im going in order of the most aggressive thought so next is abt merlin losing it and telling arthur everything;

there are definitely ways this could not happen depending what specific point on the timeline it is but im gonna say its late season 4/early season 5 once everyone who knew merlins secret openly is dead (gwaine fucking know istg theres no way he doesnt but he just never said anything) so gaius was all he had left

actually side note but gaius dying wouldve been so fucking good with the gaius/uther merlin/arthur parallel bc uther died so arthurs struggling with that then gaius died and it ushers in the new era its like in bsd with the skk generations one of them has to break up for the next one to rise

anyway tho gaius is gone so now merlin has no one to tell all his shit bc gaius got the absolute worst of him bc he gave arthur the rest (reference to a fic ill link later) so everybody expected merlin to be upset a lil dead for a bit he and gaius were so close that cant have been easy but hes a strong lil guy he’ll be ok he can get thru it but arthur noticed that its not like that fucking at all merlin literally has not spoken bc he cant all the shit he has to say he can only say to gaius so hes been dead ass silent he has not been taking care of himself bc his motivation to is gone gaius was the one that made sure he ate and slept enough and didnt do stupid shit but now hes gone merlin literally can barely funtion so arthurs like mkay wtf is up and confronts merlin and it ends in merlin saying literally everything

i also feel like maybe merlin wouldve felt like he didnt have a place there anymore bc smth abt having magic and that great destiny with no one left who can help him bc he knows he cant do all the shit he does alone

last thought but i figured out the difference between gaius dying and kilgharrah dying i alr explained the kilgharrah dying idea but with gaius merlin would reflect on everything and this goes back to the good/wrong bad/right idea bc merlin wouldve realized that gaius was not necessarily wrong some of the time and if merlin had gone with good instead of bad even when it looked like good was wrong and bad was right things wouldve ended up ok so now that hes thought all that out he realizes that he thinks telling arthur is right so he does i think hed probably have his dead silent arc then wander his ass into arthurs room and just fucking say everything thats hes ever wanted to say to arthur that he told gaius instead and its kinda like a respects to gaius thing idrk how to explain but in his grief he spills all that and it ends up being ok bc arthur literally cannot be mad while merlins grieving that hard or hed be an asshole hed be just like his father

thats it for now ill probably add onto this bc this sparked thoughts abt arthur and i needed those so thank u so so so much i loved this it was so silly i hadnt had a good full theory write in way too long also i appreciate that u liked my lil good/bad right/wrong chart ok toodles🤭🤭

ive said before that kilgharrah dying is very important to merlins Going Fucking Crazy arc and is kinda a breaking point like if hed actually died instead of just started getting there merlin wouldve lost his shit and continued down the path of obsession he was on but so much faster

but what if gaius died

the reason thats such a big omg what if goes back to when i said that gaius is merlins good wrong influence and kilgharrah is merlins bad right influence (this post) so kilgharrah dying sends merlin further into corruption bc bad/right but gaius being good/wrong would that have taken merlin back out of the corruption path and everything wouldve been ok?

im also realizing that every scenario i come up with ends in everything is ok so i think that the way things went in canon is the only possible collection of events to lead to the bad ending

#merlin #merthur #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #whisky thinks things

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chickenlizard13 · 2 years ago

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Stay Right Here

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 7689

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mature 18+, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: Part 3 of All You've Done and Let Me See. You don't have to have read All You've Done, but you do need to have read Let Me See. Anyway, takes place directly after Let Me See.

Someone was pounding at your door. Squinting your eyes open, you peer through the curtains at the pink and purple sky, the sun just starting to rise. The pounding stops abruptly, and you assume whomever it was had left, deciding to try again later. Shoving your face back into the crook of Ominis’s neck, you close your eyes once more. His arms squeeze you unconsciously, groaning a bit in his sleep as he cuddles you closer.

You’re only given a few moments of tranquil peace before the knocking starts up again, startling you into awareness. Sighing, you relish the feel of Ominis’s bare skin a second more, eventually detangling yourself from him and getting up. Swiping his discarded shirt from the night before, you button it clumsily, unconcerned with being presentable for your visitor.

Trudging downstairs, you walk slowly toward the front door, griping to yourself under your breath. What could someone possibly need this early? Opening the door, you rub the sleep out of your eyes before looking at the figures before you. Sebastian and Anne stood on your doorstep, grinning like fools, delighted by your disgruntled face. “What are you two doing here?”

Sebastian scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “What do you mean ‘What are we doing here’? You’re getting married.”

Your sleep addled brain took a bit to process his words, furrowing your brow in confusion as you observed Anne’s giddy smile. “...Today?”

Anne chuckled. “That’s what Ominis’s letter said. Did he forget to propose?”

Shaking your head, you glance back and forth between them, noting the bag Anne carried. “I thought he was joking.”

You heard an offended noise come from over your shoulder, Ominis walking up behind you, already dressed and fiddling with his cufflinks. “I would never joke about marrying you.”

“Not about marrying me, you silly man, about marrying me today. How are you already dressed? You were dead asleep two minutes ago.”

Finally satisfied with his cufflinks, Ominis places a hand on your waist, kissing your head in greeting. “Well, darling, I used a little something called ma- Is this my shirt?”

Ominis stops talking abruptly, feeling the fabric between his fingers as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “Are you- What else are you wearing?”

Ominis looks scandalized at your lack of clothing, placing himself in front of you, blocking Anne and Sebastian’s view. “Why would you answer the door like this?!”

Rolling your eyes, you peek out at your friends. “My love, it’s just Sebastian and Anne, nothing to worry about.”

Ominis scoffed at you, baffled by your carefree attitude. “Darling, what if it hadn’t been Anne and Sebastian? You’re practically naked!”

“And who’s fault is that?” Your tone is flat, eyebrows raised in accusation. Ominis sputters at you, ears growing red in embarrassment.

Anne and Sebastian watched the two of you bicker, glancing at each other knowingly. “Merlin, they’re so in love.”

“It’s a bit disgusting, isn’t it?”

“Do you think this is their version of foreplay?”

“I don’t particularly want to find out. Anyway! Should we get this show on the road?” Sebastian pushes past the two of you, waltzing right into your house uninvited. Grabbing the bag from Anne, Sebastian places it on your dining room table, calling to his sister over his shoulder. “Anne! Could you please help the lovely bride find something suitable to wear.”

You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms dramatically. “I can’t just get married in this?”

All three of your companions objected. A chorus of ‘No’, ‘Hell no’, and ‘Absolutely not’ had you rolling your eyes and trudging back upstairs. “Alright, alright, fine. I’m going.”

Anne trotted after you, commenting on the large mirror in your room. “Merlin, what could you possibly need that for?”

You blush, quickly grabbing your wand and transfiguring the mirror back into a bureau. “Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it. Help me find something to wear.”

The two of you combed through your closet, selecting something nice, but not overly dressy. It would just be the four of you, so you didn’t feel the need for formal attire. Once you were ready, you walked into the yard, the sun painting the sky in bright morning hues. Ominis stood staring at the colors, snake around his shoulders. He was facing away from you, but turned in your direction at your approach.

Ominis sucked in a breath, enchanted by the sight of you, bathed in the morning light. He smiled at you sweetly, voice nothing more than a mere whisper. “Hello, my love.”

You walked up beside him, grinning, taking his hand before turning to Sebastian. “Alright, get on with it.”

Sebastian shook his head fondly, muttering about your impatience under his breath. You and Ominis stood side by side, reciting your vows, Ominis never taking his eyes off you. Once you’d finished, Ominis squeezed your hand, silently asking you to look at him. Turning your gaze to him, you found a small, adoring smile gracing his lips, those same lips mouthing a quiet ‘I love you’, as your small herd of cats came bounding out of the bushes, rubbing up against both of you. Sebastian made direct eye contact with Anne again, mirroring her amused smile at the ridiculously sweet scene.

When it came time, Sebastian produced a small box from the bag. Cocking your head, you look at the box curiously, gasping as Sebastian opened it to reveal a beautiful set of rings. You turn your wide eyes to Ominis, unoccupied hand coming up to cover your mouth. His smile widened, squeezing your fingers again as he spoke. “Do you like them?”

“Do I-...My love, when-”

“You weren’t the only one planning a surprise.”

Tears pooled in your eyes, the reality of the situation sinking in. You got to marry this wonderful man, fortunate enough to love and be loved by him for the rest of your life. “Sebastian, hurry up so we can put these on. I want to kiss my husband.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but refrained from arguing, clearly recognizing the excitement on both your faces. He concluded the ceremony, Ominis slipping the ring on your finger, kissing it delicately, before allowing you to place his. He didn’t wait for Sebastian’s permission, grabbing the back of your neck as soon as his ring was on, kissing you lovingly, struggling to control his happy grin.

The four of you celebrated for a few hours, eating breakfast and catching up, Sebastian and Anne bidding you farewell in the early afternoon. As soon as they disappeared, you and Ominis wasted no time running back upstairs, giggling in giddy excitement as you undressed each other. He kissed you like he’d die without you, smile persevering, teasing words slipping out in a playful tone. When you're finished, you lay together in quiet contentment, savoring the cool touch of the new additions on your fingers.

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Both of you had taken the week off work, spending your ‘honeymoon’ lazing about the house or taking short trips to London or Hogsmead, just generally enjoying your time as newlyweds.

A sharp knock sounded at your door, interrupting the quiet morning filled only with your soft conversation and the steam from your coffee. The both of you stood, walking to the door as Ominis teased you, playfully demanding to know your outfit before opening the door. Rolling your eyes fondly, you tell him he’s being ridiculous, opening the door as he settles behind you, left hand on your hip.

You don’t recognize the couple standing in front of you, both tall and striking, clearly very wealthy from their state of dress. “Hello? How can we help you?”

The woman says nothing at first, pointedly staring at Ominis’s hand on your hip, ring clearly visible. Raising an eyebrow, she scoffs, eyes flitting up to look at your husband. “So this is where you’ve been? How…quaint.”

Ominis’s hand tightened on you instantly, pulling you back against him protectively. The young man beside her smirked condescendingly, eyes roaming the inside of your home, setting you on edge. “Excuse you-“

“What do you want, mother.”

The woman sneered, an evil glint in her eyes. “My, my, still rude as ever I see. No matter, we simply came to…chat.”

Ominis bared his teeth, pulling you further into him. “We? Who is ‘we’.”

Her sneer turned to a sly smile, voice purring as she answered. “Marvolo came to visit as well.”

Ominis placed his other hand on the door, knuckles white as he gripped the wood, preparing to slam it shut. “We aren’t interested in chatting. I believe I made that quite clear when I renounced the Gaunt family and my birthright. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave our property and never return. Good day.”

Ominis attempts to close the door in his mother’s face, but Marvolo’s foot shoots out, preventing Ominis from getting too far. “Really, Ominis. After we put so much effort into finding you? You’d deny your own family an audience? Such a rude child. Clearly living in this hovel has done you no good these past few years.”

Ominis grinds his teeth together and you can feel his anxiety rising. His grip on your hip is almost bruising, making sure no space remains between you. “You are not my family. What. Do. You. Want.”

His mother sighs dramatically, as if she were speaking to a toddler. “Well dear, if you must know, your fiancé has grown weary of waiting for your return, so your brother and I came to fetch you. Don’t you think it’s about time you stopped playing house and came home?”

Your husband growls dangerously, breathing becoming erratic as his rage builds. “Well mother, I’m delighted to inform you that I’m already married. So your trip here was a wasted one.”

He tries again to close the door, but is once again stopped by Marvolo, his brother’s hand now also pushing the door open. “Marvolo. Get your filthy appendages out of my fucking house.”

His brother chuckles darkly, a chill creeping up your spine. You itch to run into the kitchen, where your wands lay uselessly, but fear the consequences of leaving Ominis alone with his vile relatives. “This…sham marriage is of no consequence to us. Easily taken care of, annulled or…otherwise.”

Ominis snarls at his brother, arm now wrapping around your middle, shoulders hunched over you protectively. “Threaten my spouse again, and your severed head will decorate our dining room table.”

Ominis’s mother sighs again, boldly looking at you as she shakes her head. “Boys, really, there’s no need for that. Ominis dear, just let us in so we can have a civilized conversation about this.”

Your husband’s voice is low and dangerous in your ear as he answers her. “Absolutely not.”

She sighs in disappointment, but you can see the tick of her mouth, pulling the corner into an almost smile. “How unfortunate. Then I suppose you’ll have to come out.”

Without warning, Marvolo casts the Cruciatus Curse, hitting you square in the chest. You can barely hear Ominis’s panicked shouts over your own screams, and suddenly you’re being ripped away from him, body hitting the grass as you’re tossed onto the front lawn. Ominis tries desperately to get to you, following the sounds of your agony. Squinting your eyes open, you see Marvolo restraining your husband, who fights wildly in his grip. His mother saunters over, calmly casting Imperio on Ominis, instantly ceasing his struggle, face blank. “Now dear, that’s quite enough. Let’s return home, shall we?”

She turns to you as you lay twitching in the ground, haughty smile denoting her condescension. “You were a fool to believe yourself worthy of a pure blood. I leave you alive only as a courtesy to my son, as he would likely do something drastic if you died. Take this as a warning, should you decide to pay us a visit.”

With that, she put a controlling hand on his shoulder, apparating back to the Gaunt estate. The last thing you see is Ominis’s neutral expression pointed in your direction, tears streaking from his eyes as he mindlessly allows his family to take him.

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You lay on the ground a few more moments, breathing heavily as the feeling slowly returns to your body. Once you can move your limbs again, you push yourself up quickly. There was no time to waste, even as your body screamed at you to stop, you sprinted into the house. You stumble your way into the kitchen, opening your potions cupboard and downing a couple Wiggenweld potions, pocketing the rest.

Most of the pain subsided, and you got to work quickly, writing a hasty letter to Sebastian and Anne, explaining the situation and that you were heading straight there. Your hands shook slightly, the letters wobbly as you wrote, a few stray tears falling on the page, blurring the ink. There was no time to start over, so you sealed the letter, presenting it to your owl and begging it to fly as fast as it could. The wise bird took off instantly, disappearing out the window in a heartbeat.

Making sure to grab both wands from the table, you curse yourself for being so careless, knowing this could have been prevented if you’d just been more prepared. You prayed Ominis was alright, navigating his surroundings would be much more difficult without his wand.

Sprinting outside, you barely remember to lock the door behind you before you’re taking to the sky, speeding in the direction of the Gaunt estate.

Ominis informed you of the precise location of his childhood home after moving in, if only so you’d keep your distance from it. He wanted to be sure you knew its location, to avoid stumbling into their wicked talons accidentally on your many ventures.

Now, you were especially grateful for his forethought, though your current purpose was in direct contrast with his intent. You flew for hours, fear driving you forward, cursing your broom for its slowness. Tears flew out behind you, the harsh winds whipping them away as soon as they formed. Merlin you hoped he was unharmed, and if he wasn’t, the Gaunts would pay dearly for their idiocy. They clearly held no idea exactly who their son married.

Eventually, you spot the estate, a massive house, dripping in grandeur. However, you knew it for the lie it was. Ominis had also confided that his family lay on the brink of destruction, Salazar Slytherin’s wealth having long run out. The betrothal they’d attempted to force him into was solely to absorb his fiancé’s family wealth, and carry on the Gaunt name.

The family had yet to marry off Marvolo, as his particularly strong penchant for cruelty, ended several engagements prematurely. You weren’t surprised, thoughts circling back to your brief interaction that morning. It stood to reason that the Gaunts now placed all their faith in Ominis to regain their lost riches, knowing they wouldn’t have bothered retrieving him had Marvolo been a viable option.

You land softly, just behind the tree line, keeping an eye out for any hidden persons or traps. All seemed quiet, which you knew was never a good sign. Creeping around the side, you find a low window, unlocking it skillfully and slipping inside. You cast Disillusionment prowling through the halls, looking for signs of Ominis. Eventually, you spot a house elf scrubbing the walls of a long corridor. Sneaking up behind the elf, you snatch the back of his rags, dragging him into a dark corner as you release your invisibility spell. Pointing your wand at his throat, you pull him close to growl dangerously in his face. “Where. Is. My. Husband.”

The elf shook his head violently in fear, lips moving but no sound coming out. Glancing at his throat, you see a nasty old scar splitting the front of it, registering that the Gaunts had removed the poor thing's ability to speak. A part of you felt terrible for inflicting more terror on the sad creature, but it was quickly swept away by the growing urgency to find Ominis and get out.

The elf lifted his fingers, snapping them in an attempt to apparate. Ancient magic pulsed at the end of your wand, feeling your desperation and preventing the house elf’s escape. You looked at him now, eyes wide with unshed tears as you pleaded with him. “Please, where are these vile people keeping my sweet Ominis?”

The elf stopped his struggle, watching you intently for a moment, glancing down the corridor towards the opposite end. You gesture in the same direction with your head, eyes flitting to the side before looking back hopefully. The elf nods slightly, squeezing your wrist in silent confirmation. A shuddering huff escapes your lips, as you haul the elf against you, crushing him in a brief hug. “Thank you.”

Quickly releasing the house elf, you ignore his shocked stare as you cast Disillusionment tearing down the hall as quietly as possible. You inspect each door you pass, finally stopping before the very last one, a heavy lock securing the handle. If Ominis was in any of these rooms, it’d be this one.

The lock was complicated, and it took you far longer than you would have liked to unlock it, but you heard the quiet click and hastily pushed the door open. Closing the door quietly behind you, you turn and immediately have to dodge a book being thrown at you. You look up from your crouched position at Ominis, shirt unbuttoned and hair disheveled, like someone had been running their hands through it. Ominis’s chest heaves, sightless eyes wild as they search for the intruder. You try to call for him, but are swiftly dodging a pillow streaking towards you, Ominis throwing anything he could get his hands on. You glance over at the bed briefly, spotting a beautiful woman with dark hair in a nearly sheer slip dress, the thin straps falling off her shoulders, eyes closed and seemingly asleep.

Your stomach drops, heart breaking at the thought of your husband’s infidelity. Struggling to pull air into your lungs, you barely avoid another book whizzing past your head, Ominis spitting angry words in your direction. “Marvolo! You fucking son of a bitch. Take me back to my spouse now!”

His chest heaved angrily, pausing his assault a moment, trying to gauge where he thought his brother had gone. Pushing your anguish down, you call to him quietly, though you can’t hide the bitterness in your tone. “Ominis. It’s me.”

Surprise flits across his face, before it crumples into intense relief, a sob ripping itself from his throat. “My love, you’re ok.”

He feels his way toward the sound of your voice, reaching out for you blindly. You don’t let him touch you, instead shoving his wand into his hand roughly before turning back toward the door. Voice cold and devoid of all emotion. “Let’s go. If you even still want to.”

Before you can get too far, Ominis catches your wrist firmly, tugging you back towards him a step. Turning your head, you look at his worried face, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Darling, what-”

At that moment, you both hear a quiet sigh coming from the bed, both of your heads whipping toward it, and you watch as the sleeping woman shifts slightly before settling again. Realization dawns on Ominis’s face, neck snapping back to you frantically. His hand squeezes your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving away from him as he speaks in a panic. “My love, it’s not- please, it’s not what you think. I- She- My brother locked me in here with her, and-”

You can see the fear blatant on his face, his other hand reaching for you, trying desperately to pull you closer. “She-She tried to…have me, but-! I-I didn’t let her. I knocked her unconscious, so-...my love, please.”

Ominis was hyperventilating, hands shaking violently, his face scared as he begged you to believe him. Your heart swelled in relief, ashamed that you’d even considered his betrayal. Moving into his arms, you wrap yourself around him, holding him the way you’d longed to since he’d been taken. “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“No- darling, it’s alright. I understand why you’d think…anyway, let’s get out of here. I’d very much like to go home now.” Nodding in agreement, you both sneak out of the room, locking the door behind you to avoid suspicion should someone walk by. Ominis leads you back towards the entrance, glancing around before pulling it open quietly.

You’d just made it down the steps, hurrying toward the front gates, almost home free, when you felt something wrap around your throat and yank you backwards. Choking, you lose your concentration on Disillusionment, you fall to your knees, gasping for air as the spell retracts back into Marvolo’s wand. Ominis rushes to your side, hands frantic as he asks if you’re alright.

You look back at the steps of the estate to see Marvolo and his mother, as well as Ominis’s father standing imposingly, framed by the intimidating Gaunt estate. Mrs. Gaunt smiles haughtily, eyes sharp as she sneers down at you. “Going so soon? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

Peeking out from behind her legs, you see the house elf from earlier, glancing at you in shame as dark bruises formed on his skin. Your heart wept, vowing to return for him at a later date. You stand, facing the three wizards in front of you, planting yourself between Ominis and his family. “We’re going home.”

Mrs. Gaunt laughed wickedly, twirling her wand idly in her hands. “My dear, Ominis is home. If you think that shack of yours is worthy of him, I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken. Likewise, if you think you’re worthy of him…well, that’s just plain embarrassing.”

Snarling, you feel Ominis take your hand, the cold metal of his ring grounding you. You look her in the eyes, determination settling behind them. “I said- We’re. Going. Home.”

The smile dropped from his mother’s face, an ugly sneer taking its place, as she pointed her wand at you. “Fine. Have it your way.”

All hell breaks loose, spells flying violently from all sides. You and Ominis work like a well oiled machine, attacking and defending as needed, slowly backing toward the gate. If you could just get to the treeline, you could apparate home, far away from the Gaunt estate.

The Gaunts followed, spells violent and unrelenting. A stray bolt flew past you, striking the gate behind you in a loud crack, drawing your attention away from the battle briefly. Ominis’s mother took the opportunity to cast Bombarda, splintering a tree directly behind you. Ominis watches helplessly, the world slowing as the shrapnel streaks toward you with deadly accuracy, his wand picking up its trajectory. He screams your name, arms wrapping around you protectively as he spins your bodies, physically shielding you from the sharp spike.

You feel his body jolt against yours, a pained grunt pushing past his lips as something large strikes him. Looking up in shock, you push at his chest, trying to pry yourself from his arms. “My love, what-”

His arms tighten around you, refusing to let you pull away from him, voice pleading in your ear. “Don’t look. It’s- I’m alright, my darling, just-just stay here with me.”

The Gaunts cease their attack, watching the scene before them unfold. Ominis’s breathing becomes labored, and you fight against him harder, panic rising in your throat, choking you. “Ominis please, let me-let me see.”

His knees buckle as he focuses all his strength into the arms holding you, and you both slowly sink to the ground. Tears stream down your face, and you feel wet drops hitting your shoulder, Ominis’s voice steady, a small smile on his face in contrast with the sorrow in his heart. “I’m sorry, my love, I don’t-I don’t think I’ll be able to stay with you much longer.”

You sob against him, anguish tearing at you, begging him to let you go. “Please. L-Let me go get help-”

“No. It’s ok. Stay right here.” Ominis’s voice was growing weak, chest shuddering with the effort to keep breathing, laboriously pushing as many words out as he could. “My darling…my t-time with you was the-the happiest I’ve ever been…even now, I would-I wouldn’t change a thing.”

His mother strolls up casually, voice amused and eyes excited as she watches you hold her dying son. “What a shame. He would have been so useful.”

She walks back towards her house, humming cheerily, smiling in satisfaction. She makes it all the way to the front steps before she stops, turning to look over her shoulder at you once more, delight coloring her smug words. “I would kill you, but now, I think the pain of watching my son die, knowing your efforts were in vain, would be a more delicious ending to this ludicrous fairytale.”

Laughing once more, she and the rest of the Gaunts turn to stroll back into their house, the door slamming in finality, echoing through the courtyard. Silence follows, only broken by your heart wrenching sobs, muffled by Ominis’s shoulder.

Ominis, kisses your temple lightly, arms growing weak around you, body leaning heavily on yours as the seconds drag by. He brings his lips back to your ear, voice barely above a whisper, forcing the words out. “I love you.”

Slumping against you, his body goes slack, and with your body finally freed, you claw desperately at your pockets, fingers fumbling with your Wiggenweld potions. You almost drop them on the ground, but you manage to wrangle Ominis to be lying in your lap, tears blurring your vision as you rip the cork out of the bottle.

You held the bottle to his lips, begging him to drink it, but his jaw remained slack, breathing shallow. Bringing the bottle up, you fill your cheeks with as much liquid as possible, pressing your lips to your husband’s, siphoning the potion into his mouth.

Once all the liquid slid down his throat, you bring a hand to his face, voice raw as you wail at him to open his eyes. When nothing changes, you drop your head onto his chest, weeping into it as you listen to his fading heartbeat.

Without warning, Anne and Sebastian appear before you, only taking a second to absorb the situation before springing into action. Sebastian gently pulls you away, cradling you against him, letting you cry into his shoulder as you beg Anne to help your dying husband.

After Anne’s curse had been lifted, she’d made it her life’s mission to help heal others suffering from similar ailments. She’d been a nurse at St. Mungos for several years now, one of the best, if anyone could help Ominis, it would be her.

Anne got right to work, wand pulsing with healing magic as she muttered over him. Your hands gripped the fabric of Sebastian’s arms as he held you up, whispering reassurances into your hair, trying his best to quell your hysteria. Once Ominis was stable enough, the Sallow twins looked at each other silently, having a brief eye conversation before apparating you both away from the Gaunt estate. You and Sebastian appear in your house, alone. Looking around frantically, you're about to ask where Ominis and Anne were, but Sebastian answered before you could get the words out. “They went to St. Mungos. He’ll be alright. Trust Anne, ok?”

Face crumpling in anguish, you collapse onto your couch, sobbing into the palms of your hands. Sebastian sits next to you, pulling you against him, rubbing your back and letting you soak his shirt.

—-------

You’d gotten an owl from Anne early the next morning, tearing the parchment open in your haste to read its contents. You hadn’t slept a wink, the bags heavy under your eyes, blinking to stay awake. Anne wrote that Ominis was stable, but hadn’t woken up yet, inviting you to visit if you were feeling up for it. You didn’t need to be told twice, shaking Sebastian awake from his place on the couch, apologizing as you begged him to take you to the hospital.

He obliged immediately, also eager to see his best friend. Upon arriving, you grab Anne in a death grip, sobbing your gratitude into her shoulder. She shushes you, playfully reminding you that you and Ominis were her family, and she’d be damned if she let anything happen to either one of you.

You sat at Ominis’s bedside, stroking his cheek sadly as you gazed at his sleeping form, his heart beat strong and steady. Sebastian stood leaning against the doorway, watching you silently. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

You huff humorlessly, never taking your eyes away from your husband’s face. “Am I that predictable?”

Sebastian chuckles quietly. “Nah, I just happen to know you pretty well. Go, I’ll stay with him. Give them hell.”

Kissing Ominis’s forehead tenderly, you stand, sparing him one last longing glance. You walked toward the door, eyes staring at nothing in particular as you stopped briefly, shoulder touching Sebastian’s. “They’ll wish that’s all I gave them.”

Without another word, you walked silently out the door, exiting the hospital completely before apparating away.

—-------

A storm brewed outside the Gaunt estate, lightning striking the trees around the house as you stalked through the front gates, not even bothering to conceal your presence. Casting Bombarda, you blow the front door right off its hinges, ribbons of ancient magic whipping around you in your fury as you strode into the foyer. Marvolo Gaunt comes running from the second floor, appearing at the top of the grand staircase, a look of alarm painting his features. He shouts, brandishing his wand at you, only able to get the first syllable of a spell out of his mouth before you shatter a vase against his head.

Snarling in rage, you quickly cast Accio, dragging him screaming down the stairs, making sure he slammed into each one. His body crumples at the bottom, groaning in pain as you stalk over, looming above him, eyes glowing dangerously.

He looks up at you, face bloody from his newly broken nose, and tries to raise his wand at you. The heel of your boot comes slamming down on his hand, snapping his wand, and a few fingers all at once. He wailed again, tears springing to his eyes as he pathetically begged you to stop.

Sneering down at him, you bear your teeth, voice a low hateful hiss as it slips past your lips. “Stop?…You tried to take the love of my life from me…and you want me to stop? Let me tell you something, you worthless little insect, you have no idea what I’m capable of. I’m going to make the Cruciatus Curse look like a walk in the park.”

Marvolo looked at you in fear, trembling and pleading with you for mercy, but you had no mercy to give. Casting Flipendo, you slammed him down on his back, pointing your wand at his knee cap and shattering the bone beneath the skin, permanently crippling him. He screamed in agony, hyperventilating as hysterical sobs wracked his chest.

Using your wand, you magically drag his limp body behind you, relishing the pathetic chorus of whimpers as you search for the other two Gaunts. Servants cower away from you, shoving their bodies as far into the dark corners as they could. You paid them no mind, focusing solely on the three Gaunts who’d wronged your sweet husband.

Ancient Magic billowed around you, shattering every door and window you passed, the tendrils almost sentient as they searched for their targets.

You found the other two quickly, wood splintering everywhere as their afternoon tea time turned to raging chaos. Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt stood abruptly from their seats, wands at the ready, but they never got the chance to use them. Using your wand, you violently slammed Marvolo’s broken body onto the carpet at their feet, the young man letting out a pained yelp on impact.

His mother covered her mouth in horrified shock, eyes raking over the damage you’d done to her eldest son. His father was the first to act, raising his wand to attack, spell on the tip of his tongue. You quickly cast Diffindo, slicing straight through the front of his throat, stealing his ability to speak in much the same way he’d done to his house elf. His hand flew to his throat as he began choking on his own blood, but you weren’t finished, using Accio to drag him forward.

Mrs. Gaunt recovered from her shock, pointing her wand at you in an effort to cast the killing curse, words leaving her lips much too late. As soon as her husband sat on his knees before you, you recklessly cast Depulso in her direction, slamming her spine against a marble pillar and causing the spell to hit the ceiling harmlessly. She slumped on the ground, unconscious for the moment as you turned back to Mr. Gaunt.

Terror shone clear in his eyes, lips flapping uselessly as no sound passed them. Blood gushed heavily from the tear in his neck, your fingers gripping his hair roughly, ripping out chunks as you yanked his head back. The tip of your wand grew hot, a small fire springing to life at the end of it. The Gaunt patriarch shook his head desperately, eyes darting between your wand and your emotionless face. Ignoring his silent pleas, you brought your wand to the wound on his throat, cauterizing the skin in an ugly scar. His mouth opened in a silent scream, tears of pain streaking from his eyes, hands clawing at your arm uselessly.

When you finished, you tossed him by the hair onto the ground, stepping over his trembling form as you prowled toward his wife.

Ominis’s mother lay slumped against the pillar, moaning in pain. You cast Confringo on a nearby chair as you stalked forward, fisting a splintered leg in your hand. Mrs. Gaunt looked up at you weakly, eyes never leaving yours as you stood over her, watching you crouch down to her level. Her breath shuddered out of her, eyes flitting to the bodies of her husband and son, her lips trembling as she attempted to speak. “Wait-”

You don’t wait, instead, you reel back ramming the sharp wood into her side as far as it’ll go, in exactly the same spot she’d struck Ominis. She cried out in pain, hands grasping at the wood in an attempt to pull it out, voice a quiet sob as she tried to speak. “Who-Who the hell are you?”

You ground the stake deeper, pulling another wail from her lips before leaning in to whisper dangerously in her ear. “You really should have done your research before showing up at my house. Of all the foolish mistakes you made, your first error was failing to learn exactly who your son married.”

Leaning back you look her directly in the eye, letting the truth slip brutally off your tongue, relishing the horrified realization on her face as she processed your words. “I killed Victor Rookwood. I slaughtered Ranrok and his loyalists. I wield magic so powerful it’d make your fucking head spin. The dumbest thing you could have done is piss me off.”

Getting as close as you can, you make sure she can see the dark malice in your eyes. “You’re beyond lucky my husband is still alive. I would set the fucking world on fire for that man, and if he’d died, today would have gone very differently for you.”

Standing to your full height, you glare down at her, eyes crazed as ancient magic pulsed off you. “If you ever show up on my property again, you’ll wish I’d killed you instead.”

Without another word, you stalked back the way you came, making it all the way to the destroyed foyer before noticing slight movement behind one of the large pillars. Whipping your head over, you prepare to spit your ire at the figure, but are met with the wide eyes of the Gaunts unfortunate house elf, peeking out at you from behind the tall column.

Your shoulders relax, fire dimming a bit as you observe the frightened creature. You walk over slowly, stopping a healthy distance away, the poor thing shrinking back when you get too close. Several emotions tore through you all at once, but you try as best you can to keep your voice as calm and soothing as possible. “You serve the whole Gaunt family, don’t you?”

The house elf stares at you a moment, nodding shyly.

“I am technically a Gaunt. Would you like to come with me?” You hold your hand out to him in invitation, providing him the option to escape this cruel life of abuse and neglect. He hesitates only a moment, before slowly creeping out from behind the pillar, placing his trust in you as he takes your hand gently.

Smiling at him, you both stride out of the Gaunt estate, apparating back to Ominis.

—-------

Ominis woke up a few hours later, blinking blearily, eyes heavy from being unconscious for so long. He sits up slightly, hissing at the pain in his side as he fumbles around, searching for his wand, relieved to find it sitting on the bedside table. His wand pulses, giving him a general idea of the layout of the room, but leaves him confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. His wand pulses again, and he spots you over by the window, back to him. Calling your name quietly, he expects you to whirl around and run to his side. Instead, you seemingly hadn’t heard him, figure silent as you stood unmoving from the window. He tries again, voice a little louder than it had been. “My love?”

You turn to him slowly this time, stubbornly retaining your position by the window. His heart shattered as he finally heard your quiet sniffling and shuddering breaths. Sitting up abruptly, he ignores the pain in his side as he reaches for you, frantic with concern. “My darling, what-”

“Lay back down.” Your words are quiet and commanding, an angry bite behind them. Your arms remained crossed over your chest, refusing to move closer.

Ominis falters a bit, wondering what he’d done to make you so upset with him. He tries again, desperate for you to be next to him, but you’re already ripping into him from across the room. “What possessed you to do something so stupid.”

Realization crossed his features, his eyebrows furrowing sadly. “I understand you’re upset, but-“

“Upset? Ominis, I’m fucking furious.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you continue ranting, words spoken in quiet rage. “Don’t you ever take a hit like that for me again. I can’t- Ominis, I can’t handle this a second time.”

Ominis exhales shakily, he can hear the agony in your voice, and he wants so badly to tell you what you want to hear, but he knows he can’t. He’d be lying to you, and that was something he wasn’t willing to do. “I’m sorry, my darling, I can’t…I can’t promise you that.”

“Please, Ominis.”

Tears trickle down his face, as he shakes his head. Your pleading hurt him, he very rarely denied you anything, but he would deny you this. “My love, I can’t make that promise. I won’t. I refuse to live a second without you. I’ll throw my body in front of yours every single time. If someone dies between us, it will be me.”

A violent sob wracks your body, knees buckling slightly, and Ominis snaps. He’d had enough of the distance you kept from him, resolving that if you wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to you. Throwing the blankets off, he gets up and strides over, uncaring of the pain in his side as the need to comfort you consumes him.

His arms envelope you, crushing you against him, physically showing you he was still there, still with you. Your hands hold a death grip on the back of his shirt, burying yourself in his chest as you wept. “You didn’t even let me try to get help!”

Ominis squeezes you to him, words watery as he whispers in your ear. “If I was to die, I wanted it to be in your arms, not on the cold ground alone.”

Wailing loudly, your knees give out, losing the ability to hold your grief any longer. You sank to the floor, Ominis sinking with you, perfectly mirroring your position from when he’d been wounded. You stayed like that for a long time, neither of you noticing Anne and Sebastian standing briefly in the doorway, having come to visit Ominis.

They watched you hold onto each other for dear life, wiping their own relieved tears. Anne grabbed her brother’s hand, squeezing once before they turned to leave, deciding to come back at a later time.

Eventually, your tears stopped, and the two of you wound up cradling each other on the hospital bed. Ominis laid on his back, your ear pressed against his chest, right over his heart. The occasional sniffle escaped you, and every time, the arm around your waist would squeeze you and a pair of lips would press themselves firmly against your forehead.

There was a long period of silence before either of you said anything, your throat raw from crying, but after a while you spoke, no real bite to your words. “I’m still angry with you.”

Ominis let out an amused huff, kissing your hairline a few times before responding. “I know.”

Closing your eyes, you drifted off, finally allowing your body to relax now that he was safe and you were back in his arms.

—————-

Months later, you and Ominis attended one of his work parties, laughing and making polite conversation with his colleagues at the Ministry. You stood tucked under Ominis’s arm, squeezing his waist subtly, silently asking if it was time to leave. Ominis didn’t outwardly react, smiling pleasantly at whatever mundane story was being told, but his hand ran purposefully down your arm in agreement.

He started to wrap up his conversation, and just as you were about to excuse yourselves, one of his coworkers glanced behind your shoulder, eyes going wide. “Oh! What a surprise! Mr. And Mrs. Gaunt, an honor to have you stop by. Master Marvolo as well! Always a pleasure to have you.”

You felt Ominis stiffen beside you, arm tightening protectively as he reached for his wand. Turning to face them, you watch your estranged in-laws smile politely at the man in greeting, eyes nervously darting towards you.

The man, having had one too many glasses of fire whisky, mistook their anxiety for unfamiliarity, proceeding to introduce you cheerily. “My apologies! I didn’t realize you had yet to meet your son’s new spouse. My daughter and her husband also eloped, it seems to be a common trend amongst couples these days.”

Smiling kindly, his colleague spoke your name, also introducing you as the ‘Hero of Hogwarts’, singing your praises loud enough for everyone to hear. Mrs. Gaunt was the only one who could stand to look at you, her husband looking past you and Marvolo staring at your feet, leaning heavily on a cane. She smiled pleasantly even as her lips wobbled slightly, her eyes watching you hesitantly. “Hello dear, lovely to meet you at last.”

A wide grin stretched across your face, bearing your teeth, a subtle threat only the Gaunts would understand. “Yes, wonderful to make your acquaintance. I’m sorry to cut this meeting short, but my husband and I were just leaving…enjoy your night.”

All three of them visibly flinch as you take a step forward, you reach down and take Ominis’s hand, intertwining your fingers as you pass them. You throw a glance over your shoulder to see all three of them watching you warily, you flash them a wicked smile in warning, enjoying their terror as the color drains from their faces. Turning back around dismissively, you and Ominis exit the building, apparating home once you’re outside.

Unlocking the front door, you step over the threshold, only to be yanked back by the hand holding yours. You squeal in surprise as you stumble into Ominis’s chest, his free hand cradling the back of your head as he crashes his lips into yours.

Ominis kisses you passionately, licking greedily at your bottom lip, demanding that you open up for him. You do, and he moans into your mouth as his tongue caresses yours gently. He takes a step forward, pushing you farther into the house so he can enter and kick the door shut. The hand holding yours releases you in favor of snaking around your waist to haul you closer.

Giggling, you tear your lips away for a moment to tease him. “My, what’s gotten into you?”

Chuckling lightly, he places another lingering kiss on your lips before replying. “I suppose witnessing you scare the shit out of my horrible family really does something for me.”

Laughing in amusement, you let him kiss you a few more times. “My love, how could you possibly tell if they were scared or not?”

He pulls back slightly, stopping only a breath away, his eyes hooded with lust as he speaks. “I could hear it. I don’t think my mother’s ever been so terrified in her life.”

You open your mouth to comment, but his lips press themselves urgently against yours once more, his hands traveling down to palm your ass. “Enough about them. Right now, I would really like to take you to bed, and not come out until the morning.”

“So impatient tonight, Mr. Gaunt.”

“My love, If you don’t start walking up those stairs this instant, I’ll show you ‘impatient’.”

“Oh, you promise?”

Ominis groans and grinds his lower body into you, head dropping to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re going to send me to an early grave, you wicked creature.”

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