WIP Ask Game
I've seen a few posts like this and wanted to give it a try!
Here's are the titles/brief ideas for my current wip Merlin fics. If you're interested, feel free to ask about the one that intrigues you the most and I'll post a snippet or say something about it!
The Wedding Knight (Merwaine, Explicit)
secret relationship rumors (Merthur)
pwp, Your Eyes Glow Ch 2 (Merthur, Mature/Explicit)
carving wooden dragons as gifts (Mercelot)
arthur returns after five years (Merwenthur)
whump, love triangle, Waiting on You Ch 6 (Merthur)
Rival Princes AU (Merthur)
Cowboy Gang AU (Merwaine)
pwp in the rain/temple, Eye of the Storm (Merthur)
Artist/Secret Wealthy Patron AU (Merthur, Explicit)
ygraine is summoned
searching for Emerys (Merthur)
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(the same with riddles)
*sees The Collector reaction to the Giraffes*
o-o
Why did you became so concerned about the Giraffes? Did they intrigued you?
There's a lot of curious animals, one per example is the Platypus, it has the head of a bird, body of a beaver, it has fins like a sea-lion, tail of a beaver, they are mammals but lay eggs and has poison.
There's also the horse shoe crab, who's blood are blue, because it has more oxygen in their bodie's construction, and many curious and scary abyssal creatures, like: the angler fish, the fang tooth, the vampire squid, the giant isopod ,giant crabs, ugly and scary abyssal fishes and the majestic giant squid and the colossal squid.
:p
The Collector: Earth animals are so interesting! Luz showed me a meme that called a cat "the nefarious anglerfish" and it was really funny. I want a platypus really bad because they're sooo cool but Camilla said I shouldn't take animals without permission.
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animagus / 821 words / @jegulus-microfic
dedicated to my spam victim (affectionate) @certifiedl0verboy <3
Regulus trudges after James through the thicket, almost absent-mindedly- only to entirely avoid dwelling on the mud caked on his new shoes and the torrential downpour the trees provide no solace from. His white shirt is drenched, the fabric clinging to his skin and he would honestly rather be anywhere else than almost stumbling over twigs and squinting his eyes just to hardly keep up with his boyfriend.
“Are you sure?” Regulus swerves around part of a tree he didn’t see before, branches jutting out of the trunk at sharp angles. He wants to let out a groan, to go back to his dorm, dry off and invest his time in a novel instead, but James just turns back around and stands, an outstretched hand offered to him. Regulus, very nearly, wants to ask, Is this worth it?
A clash of thunder booms overhead, the sound of it shaking the ground he stands on, and Regulus feels the wind on his back, pushing him forward.
He still takes the hand he’s offered, wet from the rain and his grip unyielding. James, from what Regulus can see through his perpetually squinting eyes, smiles. “You’ve played Quidditch in thunderstorms, Reg. You can handle this.” James says, practically yelling over the roar of wind and rain.
He lets himself be pulled past damp dead tree trunks and fallen branches, past divets in the ground full of water reminiscent of still lakes, and thick mud they sink into. “That doesn’t mean I’m willing to get sick before O.W.Ls, James. I-” Regulus stumbles over a rock lodged in the mud, just barely able to stop himself from falling on his face with James’ support.
“Where are those Seeker reflexes?” James teases, wet curls sticking to his forehead.
Regulus is absolutely miserable. It doesn’t help that James is taunting him when he’s sure they’ll both be sick as dogs tomorrow, and he’ll be unable to explain to Evan why he’s coming back to their dorm looking like a wet cat because he was foolish enough to not bring his wand along with him.
James leads the way, pulling on his hand until they reach a small clearing surrounded by a copse of trees. In the centre of the thicket is a large ball, probably inflatable, by the looks of it- and the only thing Regulus can think of is why it hasn’t moved from the centre the whole time.
Regulus blinks, standing entirely too still in the rain- and James thinks this is funny. His face is twisting like he’s holding back his laughter as his eyes move from the entirely too-stationary ball to Regulus whose mouth is twitching upwards in displeasure.
“Well?”
James waits for an answer, letting go of Regulus’ hand to step closer to the ball, the amusement never leaving his face. Bastard.
“It’s a ball.” Regulus deadpans. “You risked us getting sick in the rain… for a ball.”
James nods, and Regulus notes the way the rain seems to be lessening, from a heavy downpour to almost a drizzle. “Sirius and I put it out here for Moony. I know it isn’t your thing, but I thought you’d enjoy it, now that you’re… in a similar condition.”
An animagus. One of them, is someone who’s forced to watch his friend’s bones shift as he screams in agony once every month.
Regulus inhales, crossing his arms over his chest, the material of his shirt squelching. “What does the rain have to do with it?”
“Step closer,” James instructs softly, the smile on his face growing.
He does. Cautiously. Slowly, almost at the pace of a garden snail, James pulls him a little closer, both of them in the open clearing.
The rain halts entirely.
“Moony doesn’t like the rain on his fur,” James says, hand gripping Regulus’ wrist. “So Sirius and I came up with a solution. And you, I know you love the rain but you don’t want to be in it- which, yeah, I’m sorry for-” James pauses to scour for his wand, casting a nonverbal spell. “-that.”
The squelching of his socks in his shoes completely stops, and his shirt and pants immediately dry off. Unceremoniously, almost toddler-like, James falls ass-first onto the dirt below him, kicking his legs out and leaning back on his hands.
And oh. Regulus almost wants to cry with it, with the sheer level of affection James always presents him, with the way he’s always wanted Regulus to be a part of his life, inviting him in where he otherwise would feel overlooked. And this- isn’t his. This is Sirius’, this is James’, this is Peter’s and Remus’.
Still, James wants him to share it.
Wordlessly, Regulus moves beside James, sitting down on the grass together, resting his head on James' shoulder, the slowly quieting rain hitting the ground and the rustling of the trees the only sounds he can hear.
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