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The Sorcerer And The King (merthur)

This fic I wrote was really just an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. I kept thinking about what would happen if Morgana never went evil? If Uther died of natural causes? If Arthur knew about Merlin's magic? So I wrote it. Hope you enjoy!

Arthur felt so stupid for letting Merlin go off on his own. Sure, he was only going less than a mile from camp, but he wasn't a servant anymore, he was the court sorcerer and the royal consort. He didn't have to wash everyone's dishes. But of course, Merlin insisted upon doing it and doing it alone. So Arthur and the knights sat around the fire, watching Morgana's magical hand puppets and laughing like small children. Until they heard a sudden commotion, quickly followed by a piercing scream. “Merlin!” Arthur cried, instantly drawing his sword as he ran in the direction of the scream. Morgana followed, her eyes already glowing a fierce gold. Gwaine, Leon, and Percival followed quickly behind her.

By the time they got there all they found were empty, half cleaned dishes and a small fire, still burning bright. “I'm going after him,” Arthur announced coldly, already heading back for his horse. Morgana quickly grabbed his arm, her thin fingers wrapped firmly around his upper wrist.

“Arthur, we've no clue where he's heading and there's not enough of us for a search party,” she explained.

“That doesn't matter!” Arthur booked.

Leon finally spoke up. “Sire, I believe lady Morgana has a point,” he tried softly, “if we go back to Camelot we can gather the rest of the knights, perhaps even some volunteers. We can cover more ground with more people.”

Arthur sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Unfortunately, I know you're right. We'll ride back to Camelot.”

The knights quickly mounted their horses and began the long journey back to Camelot. Arthur refused to stop and set up camp, though he seemed to be searching every inch of the woods for something.

As soon as they got back Arthur began sending out groups of three knights, sending them as far out as he could manage. He was planning on leading a group himself, but Gwen and Morgana stood between him and the door out of his chambers. “Arthur, I know you how much you care about Merlin, but you still have a kingdom to run,” Gwen tried.

“You clearly don't know how much I care about Merlin! I only told him I love him a month ago! I will not rest until he's found!”

Morgana rested a hand on her brother's shoulder, sighing softly. “I can't prevent you from worrying, but I can tell you that if whoever took him wanted to kill him, we'd know by now.”

Arthur sighed, quickly brushing a single tear off his cheek.

“And I can most certainly tell you that Merlin isn't the type to give up easily. He'll fight as hard as he can to get back to you,” Gwen added, her eyes never leaving Arthur's, “and he can't come back to you if you die searching for him. He'd want you to stay here, taking care of Camelot. We all know that.”

Arthur finally gave in. “You two are right. Merlin would want me here. But if there's any sign of him, I'm going out there.”

The two women smiled. “I'll be leading my own group, and know I'll be the first to tell you if I see anything,” Morgana promised.

“Speaking of, you'd better go or Gwaine and Percival might leave you here,” Gwen teased.

“Like they'd last a second without me,” Morgana giggled, pecking Gwen on her cheek before grabbing her sword and hurrying out. Arthur, even in his horribly depressed state, couldn't help but bite back a smile. Gwen and Morgana we're perfect together.

A week went by painfully slowly, and each day a different group sent Arthur a message via carrier pigeon, but everyone came up empty. Until Leon came riding up to the castle gates one morning, his companions nowhere to be found. Arthur ran out to meet him. “Leon! What's going on? Have you found him? Where's sir Gregory? Lady Eva?”

“Their still stationed in the forest. But I returned because… we think Merlin's still alive.”

“Truly?” Arthur asked, his blue eyes suddenly becoming two shades brighter.

“Yes, but you may need to sit down for this,” Leon warned.

“Leon, I'm the king, I can handle whatever it is you have for me.”

With a shaking hand, Leon handed Arthur a tiny bundle of red material. Arthur instantly recognized Merlin's neckerchief and tore it open. He almost threw up.

Inside the pouch was a bloodcaked, cold, human eyeball. A sky blue eye that Arthur instantly recognized as Merlin's. Suddenly, horror became a toxic mixture of rage and deep concern. “Where did you find this?” He asked, his voice cold and emotionless.

“Two miles east of the Gold River, lady Eva and sir Gregory are searching the entire area.” Leon explained quickly.

Without needing a word, a servant hurried to get Arthur's sword and horse. Arthur told everyone that Gwen was in charge until he returned, then mounted his horse and sped off, Leon trailing behind him. On the way back to Leon's camp, they gathered Morgana and her group, explaining what Leon had found as they rode. Morgana used her own magic to search for another magical essence, the knights riding with their swords drawn in case they came across anyone.

As soon as they got to the Gold River they began searching on foot. Morgana suddenly cried out to Arthur. “Arthur, there's magic here! I think it's Merlin, but there's someone else too,” she explained, following an invisible trail.

Arthur signaled for the other knights to stay where they were while he followed Morgana on her twisting, invisible path. “We're getting close,” Morgana mumbled, picking up the pace. Arthur followed only inches behind her as her dutiful trot turned into a full on run.

Morgana came to a sudden stop in front of the wide, jagged mouth of a cave. A sudden, sickening shriek emerged from it, and Arthur shoved past Morgana and sprinted after the sound. “MERLIN!”

Morgana chased after the king, calling after him in hushed whispers. She managed to catch up to him as he came to a screeching halt. She very quickly realized what caused him to stop so suddenly.

There was Merlin, horrifically bruised and battered, caked in blood, and supported only by the iron shackles keeping him suspended from the cave ceiling. Suddenly, Arthur snapped out of his daze and ran to Merlin. Merlin instantly flinched, his eyes squeezed shut. Arthur felt like someone stuck a hot knife in his heart and twisted it. “Merlin,” Arthur whispered, “it's me. It's Arthur.”

Slowly, Merlin opened his eyes, revealing one bloodshot blue eye and one empty, bloody socket. It took him a second, but he focused in on Arthur, then started sobbing with joy. “I-I thought you'd given up on me,” Merlin rasped softly.

Arthur smile sadly, gently cupping Merlin's freezing cheek in his calloused hand. “I'll never give up on you Merlin. Now let's get you out of here, you're cold as ice. Morgana, little help?”

Morgana hurried over, her eyes glowing gold as she wrapped her hand around the lock on Merlin's shackles, which fell open after only a second. Merlin knees instantly buckled from underneath him, but Arthur managed to catch him and gingerly lift him up into his arms. With one last suspicious glance around the cave, Morgana led the way out.

They walked as fast as Arthur could without jostling Merlin too much, getting back to the other knights in record time. Leon asked Morgana a handful of questions while Percival and Gwaine helped Arthur get Merlin onto his horse. “Don't you find it odd that no one was guarding Merlin? They went through all this trouble, then leave him alone. It doesn't add up,” Leon sighed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Morgana replied, “we can discuss it further later. Right now, we need to get Merlin to Gaius.”

While the knights mounted their horses, Arthur pulled Merlin even closer to his chest while sitting atop his own horse. “Arth,” Merlin mumbled sleepily.

“What is it love?” Arthur whispered.

“Cold,” Merlin replied, his eyes drifting shut again.

Arthur quickly removed his cloak and wrapped it tightly around Merlin's shaking shoulders. “Better?” The king questioned softly.

Merlin nodded as he laid his head back against Arthur's shoulder. Arthur smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Merlin's forehead.

The ride was long, as Arthur insisted upon riding slower so Merlin wasn't jostled too much, but they managed to make it back just after sundown. Arthur quickly carried Merlin down to Gaius’ chambers, but Gaius refused to let Arthur stay while he took care of Merlin, insisting that he go rest. Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes, but stomped upstairs to his chambers.  

Morgana returned to her chambers immediately after they got back, flopping down into a chair in full armor. Gwen smiled from her perch on the bed before standing and scurrying over to Morgana. “I heard you found Merlin,” Gwen purred, gently peeling off Morgana's chainmail, “how is he?”

“Honestly? He looks awful,” Morgana sighed, “but I think he'll pull through, his energy is still very strong.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Gwen's lips as she knelt in front of Morgana to help her out of her boots. Morgana smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Gwen's head.

Meanwhile, Arthur was pacing nervously in his quarters. He wasn't sure how long he'd been pacing, but he didn't sit down until his feet began to ache. He tried to look over some documents, read, even just start a fire; but he couldn't manage any of it. He barely managed to take off his own armor, his hands fumbling and shaking worse with each movement. A sudden knock on the door startled him, but he told whoever it was to come in.

Leon shuffled in and held the door open, and Gwaine and Percival hurried in behind him, carrying a sleeping Merlin on a stretcher. Arthur immediately stood. “How is he?”

“Gaius said he should be alright with a few weeks of rest,” Leon explained, “he wanted to bring Merlin himself, but you know how busy he gets this time of year.”

Gwaine and Leon gently transferred Merlin into Arthur's huge bed. Arthur seemed to pale when he saw all the bandages wrapped around nearly every part of Merlin's body, and Gwaine slapped his hand over Arthur's shoulder. “He's stronger than he looks, Arthur. He's going to be just fine,” Gwaine promised.

The knights quickly made their way out, and Arthur took a seat on the edge of the bed next to Merlin, gently taking the sorcerer's hand into his own. He stared down at the clean white patch of cotton secured over Merlin's empty eye socket. It made his blood boil. He wanted to go out and rip the head off whoever did this to his precious Merlin. He had just begun to stand when a low, weak groan fell from Merlin's lips. “Love? Are you awake?” Arthur asked softly.

Merlin's exposed eye slowly cracked open as he nodded wearily. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arthur hushed him before he could get a word out. “Don't speak, you need to rest,” Arthur explained as he poured Merlin a goblet of water. “Drink,” Arthur mumbled as he pressed the goblet to Merlin's busted lip.

Merlin happily obliged, quickly draining the large goblet. Arthur quickly refilled the goblet, but this time made Merlin drink from it in smaller sips. “Don't want you wetting the bed tonight,” Arthur teased. Merlin didn't even try to stop himself from laughing, and Arthur couldn't help but press a soft little kiss to the tip of Merlin's nose. A soft blush filled Merlin's pale cheeks.

Merlin patted the empty side of the bed beside him, and Arthur instantly peeled off his boots and climbed in behind Merlin. Merlin snuggled close to Arthur, his head pressed into Arthur's neck. “Are you comfortable?” Arthur mumbled.

Merlin nodded sleepily.

“Do you need anything? I can get whatever you desire.”

“A kiss,” Merlin mumbled.

Arthur chuckled. “Really, Merlin? I'm the king of Camelot, I can get anything your heart desires, yet all you want is a kiss?”

“I want nothing more than your love,” Merlin replied, leaning back to stare up into Arthur's eyes, “at least for now. Maybe I'll want some fancy foreign fruit in the morning.”

Arthur laughed as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Merlin's lips. Merlin smiled, wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck. Arthur took that as his cue to pull Merlin in even closer, though he was careful with Merlin's injuries.

They laid like that for so long that they lost track of time. Arthur didn't even remember falling asleep, but he was suddenly jolted awake by the squirming and groaning boy beside him.

“Merlin,” Arthur murmured, gently setting a hand atop Merlin's shoulder, “Merlin, wake up.”

Merlin suddenly sat bolt upright, his eye snapping open. Arthur instinctively pulled Merlin closer, so they were lying chest to chest. Arthur gently wiped the tears from Merlin's cheek, sighing deeply. “You had a bad dream, didn't you?” Arthur asked softly.

Merlin nodded sheepishly, burying his face in Arthur's neck.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Arthur queried.

Merlin shook his head. “I'm alright,” he promised, though Arthur was looking at him as if he had three heads. “Arthur, I promise I'm alright. Just- hold me, please?”

Arthur tightened his arms around Merlin. “Anything you desire, love,” the king whispered.

A weak smile crept onto Merlin's face.

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A constant mood

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Merlin Spy AU

Quick note before you begin reading this. It is unfinished and I have no clue how to finish it, so I want to know what you think and how you think it should end.

Merlin knew Arthur would come for him. There was no doubt in his mind. His boyfriend would go to the ends of the Earth to find him. Which explained why he was being tortured in a small concrete room.

He was used to this type of thing, being a field agent in the Organization often put people into these types of situations.

He kept quiet as two masked men took turns beating him. Showing weakness only made them do it more. So he took it silently, already trying to plan his escape.

He'd been there for at least a day. He'd been out buying milk when he was knocked unconscious. The men were in different clothes when they took him, and Merlin knew they didn't spill any blood, so it must've been another day. He wasn't sure who they worked for, but it must've been someone the Organization was onto.

That's why they took Merlin, because his boyfriend was the Organization's best agent. But he hadn't been asked any questions, which meant that they didn't want any information from him.

Merlin took two more uppercuts to the face and a kick to the stomach before the large metal door swung open and his jaw dropped.

Morgana, Arthur's half sister and a former agent, was standing before him with a rather devilish grin dancing on her glossy ruby lips. “Hello, Merlin,” she chirped, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as she stalked toward him.

Merlin just glared at her, not daring to speak and possibly let information slip. He stayed silent as Morgana pulled a phone from her pocket. “Smile pretty for Arthur,” she taunted.

Merlin suddenly figured out her plan and bit his bottom lip.

Each day, after a beating, Morgana would return and take a picture of Merlin, and Merlin would always pull the same face. Morgana was sure it was code for something, but she couldn't figure out what. And even after a week Arthur still wasn't giving her the information she desired.

Merlin took his daily beating without a single cry or scream. He was used to pain, it was part of the job. His main concern was his lack of food and water. He knew he could last a month without food and about half that without water, and probably longer since he wasn't being active. And he knew that Morgana wouldn't care if he starved to death as long as she got her information.

It had been about an hour since Morgana had taken her daily photo of Merlin, and he was still sitting there, bound to a wooden chair and bleeding onto the concrete floor. Morgana's goons had also left, so he was left to stare hopelessly at the windowless walls. He let his eyes drift shut as his mind began to wander into a sleepy state fueled by exhaustion and dehydration. The door opened with a loud creak, but Merlin didn't bother to open his eyes. He felt like the strength had been sucked out of him.

Suddenly, a warm and gentle hand was cupping Merlin's icy cheek. “Merlin? Can you hear me?” A familiar voice asked gently.

Merlin tried to pry his eyes open, but he simply couldn't manage it. Hell, he could hardly open his mouth the speak. “Arthur?” He whispered.

Arthur carefully ran his fingers through Merlin's matted black hair. “Just relax,” Arthur mumbled, his voice shaking slightly as he pulled a switch blade from his pocket. His hand shook as he sawed through the ropes binding Merlin's wrists behind his back.

Merlin could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, no matter how hard he fought to keep himself awake. The last thing he registered before blacking out was Arthur gingerly lifting him into his arms and pulling him close. Then there was nothing but complete blackness and peaceful silence.

When Merlin began to regain consciousness the first thing that registered was the smell of medicine and cleaning supplies. The second was the two i.v.s in his arm. The third was the gentle pressure on his left hand. It took him a few tries, but he eventually managed to pry his eyes open. Arthur was sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding Merlin's hand and smiling, his blue eyes brimming with tears. Merlin had never seen Arthur look so tired. “Arthur,” Merlin mumbled, trying to push himself into a sitting position.

Arthur placed his hand on Merlin's chest and gently pushed him back down. “You need to relax, doctor's orders.” Arthur explained, his tone gentle and caring.

Merlin sighed and laid back, smiling as Arthur squeezed his hand, Arthur's skin warm against his own. “Do you need anything?” Arthur asked softly.

Merlin nodded. “Lay with me?”

“Merlin-” Arthur began to object.

“You asked if I needed anything, I told you what I need, and that would be you in this bed with me.”

Arthur shook his head and smiled as he kicked off his short black leather boots. He climbed in next to Merlin and snuggled up to him, carefully looping his arms around Merlin's waist. Merlin pressed his chest against Arthur's. Arthur pressed a light kiss to Merlin's forehead and was rewarded with a sleepy smile.

Merlin lightly nudged Arthur with his foot, but instantly winced. “Oh, I forget to tell you, your ankle is broken,” Arthur explained. Merlin stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, then let his eyes drift peacefully shut. “Comfortable?” Arthur mumbled.

Merlin nodded sleepily.

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actual canon scene

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Who would the villager be? 2 for merthur

Most likely an original character

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Merlin Fanfic!

Since a a decent amount of people wanted Merlin fanfic, I'll go ahead and start working on one. But I have two ideas and wanna get y'all's opinion.

1. Spy AU. Merlin and Arthur are part of an elite spy organization. Morgana was formerly part of the same organization and suddenly disappears. Merlin and Arthur (possibly already dating, I haven't decided) are put on her case.

2. Established merthur, canon universe. Merlin and Arthur have been together for years. Publicly, Arthur courts Gwen. But everyone in the castle knows about and accepts their relationship. Arthur then decides to add a third to their relationship, a poor and easily frightened villager.

Which would you rather read? Or do you want both? Or something else? Let me know!

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Night Terrors

Draco had been a heavy sleeper until he was sixteen. As a Death Eater, one can't exactly sleep comfortably with the thought of Voldemort looming over them. Even after ten years of sharing a bed with the boy who defeated the dark lord, he stirred at even the smallest of noises.

It was a stormy December night, and Draco was snoring softly, just inches from Harry. It was silent outside, nothing other than the soft sound of snow falling on the roof. That silence made the yelp of fear drive straight into Draco's ears.

He sat up with a start, his eyes quickly adjusting to find the source of the sound. His gaze quickly landed on the boy laying beside him, who was writhing beneath the quilt. Draco shook him gently, but Harry seemed not to feel it. He was shaking like a leaf, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Draco shook him again, harder this time.Harry sat bolt upright, his eyes snapping open, pupils blown huge. “Love, what's wrong?” Draco questioned gently.

Harry didn't answer, he just sat there, shivering violently.

Draco gently rested his hand on Harry's shoulder, but Harry drew away from the touch and continued to shake, face buried in his knees.

Draco slowly approached Harry, resting one hand atop Harry's shaking shoulder, his free hand cupping Harry's chin gently. “Listen to my voice, love,” Draco whispered, “you're alright, you just need to breathe.”

“Look at me, Harry. Look into my eyes, love,” Draco mumbled gently, gingerly tilting Harry's head up. Harry sniffled and looked up into Draco's soft grey eyes, his breathing evening out a bit.  

Draco pressed his forehead against Harry's, gently gripping Harry's cheeks in his hands. “Relax,” Draco whispered.

It took a few minutes, but Harry finally calmed down enough to breathe properly.

“Harry, what's going on in that head of yours?” Draco asked softly. Harry avoided Draco's gaze as he wiggled from his partner's grasp.

“Nothing, just a dream.”

“That's bull shit and we both know it. I've never seen you that scared. Was it Voldemort?”

Harry shook his head.

“The cemetery? Battle of Hogwarts? Sirius?’ Draco asked.

Harry shook his head once more, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Then what is it, love?” Draco whispered.

“Will you promise not to think differently of me?’ Harry mumbled.

Draco gently took Harry's hands into his own and held them in his own, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the knuckles of Harry's right hand, near the ancient scars that laid there from a rather curious quill. “Harry, I'm your partner. I promised I wouldn't judge you over anything, and I meant it. Whatever it is you can tell me.”

Harry sighed softly and flicked on the light on his bedside table. “I had a dream about my childhood. You know I lived with my aunt and uncle… I never brought it up because it wasn't exactly a good life for me.” Harry sniffled softly, and the words just spilled out of his mouth. He told Draco of the years he spent in the cupboard under the stairs, of the bars on his bedroom window, of the nights he spent starving and praying to be back at Hogwarts with friends and a hot meal every night. “I know it's stupid,” Harry whispered.

There was a toxic mixture of love, concern, and rage burning behind Draco's eyes, and Harry didn't know if he should feel comforted or scared. Draco suddenly stood, grabbing his wand off the dresser. “Where are they living?” Draco asked, his voice cold and filled with rage.

“Draco… don't do anything rash, it's really not a big deal,” Harry tried, gently grabbing Draco's hand.

Draco shook the hand off, his nostrils flaring. “Not a big deal? They made you suffer for seventeen years because you were special. They deserve death, and it's my duty to get rid of them.”

Harry's green eyes went huge. “Draco, you can't! If you kill them you'll spend the rest of your life in Azkaban!”

“Then it'll be worth knowing that you don't have to be afraid of them anymore,” Draco explained, his voice still icy yet flaming with anger.

“Nothing is worth losing you! You said you'd be here for me, but what you're planning will tear us apart forever,” Harry's voice broke as tears rose in his eyes, “Draco, I need you. I don't know how I'd get through this without you. I-I think I'd have to kill myself.”

Draco dropped his wand and pulled Harry against his chest. Harry nuzzled into Draco's warm chest, his face buried in Draco's tee shirt. “Promise you won't leave me,” Harry begged softly.

Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, gently placing his chin atop Harry's head. “If you promise to tell me whenever something like this happens. I don't wanna see you suffer like this.”

Harry nodded and clung tighter to Draco, his face pressed flush against Draco's chest. Draco gently rubbed Harry's shoulders, trying to work the stress out. “You're so tense, love. Why don't we take a bath?”

Harry started to decline the offer, but Draco gave him the look. The ‘You're Not Allowed To Say No Look’. So Harry didn't fight back as Draco took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. Draco waved his wand at the tub, then at the switch on the wall. The lights instantly flicked on and the faucet started running quickly. Then, with gentle hands, Draco began helping Harry out of his pajamas. Harry allowed himself to relax beneath Draco's hands, shifting without Draco needing to ask as Draco slowly peeled off each garment. He certainly could've used his wand, but doing it by hand felt much more loving.

Once Harry was undressed Draco quickly kicked off his own sweatpants and briefs, then draped one arm around Harry's waist and led him over to the tub, which was now filled with warm water and lavender scented bubbles. They climbed in together, Harry laying back against Draco's lean chest. Draco held his boyfriend tight, kissing the nape of his neck gently. Harry allowed his eyes to fall shut as a smile rose on his face. He felt safe at last.

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Merlin fanfic?

Should I write Merlin fanfic? Would people read it? Do I care if people read it? Probably. Will I still write it? Maybe.

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Requests!!!

So, y'all know I write not horrible fanfic, and I actually do some original stuff too. So I want requests! I prefer to write romance or stories involving romance. I typically write Supernatural and Harry Potter, but I do wanna dip my toe into the murky waters of Merlin. You can request specific ships, or just a general idea. If enough people want to hear original stories, maybe I'll start posting some. Thanks!!

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A Hogwarts Love Story

Everett Jobs was wise beyond his years. Anyone who took the time to get to know him would've realised it. But he was a quiet kid who kept to himself, and he was a muggle born. Early on in his fourth year he was reading quietly in the courtyard when four Slytherin boys walked up to him, one of them snatching his book. “Whatcha readin’ mudblood?” One teased.

“Is it any of your business, you bigoted arsehole?” Everett replied, blue eyes narrowed. He stood, revealing his full six feet of height.

The first Slytherin smirked at his companions. “You boys hear what this mudblood called me?”

The Slytherins laughed, slowly reaching for their wands. But Everett drew faster, cursing all five in one smooth motion. They all ran off, trousers and robes flaming. “Yippee ki yay, mother fucker,” he chuckled to himself as he picked his book up off the cobblestone. His eyes suddenly met a pair of brilliant amber ones.

Jasper Kip, a Hufflepuff in Everett's year. “I can't believe you just did that.”

A soft blush rose in Everett's cheeks. “You saw all that? It was nothing. I'm used to it, do it back on the farm once a week.”

"That statement raises an absurd amount of questions" Jasper said.

"Well, ask them then" Everett said, having received the exact reaction he hoped for.

"Ok... the farm?" Jasper asked.

"My folks own a farm up north, that's what I was supposed to do if I were a muggle."

"No, reason you can't do both" Jasper said a little awkwardly, "so why do you set fire to Slytherins on your farm?”

Everett laughed, “No, I mean the sass. The muggles back home aren't exactly kind to me.”

Jasper bit his bottom lip for just a moment "I think we'll get along.”

Everett's cheeks went pink once again. "What makes you say that?"

“I'm going into Hogsmeade tomorrow,” Jasper said, ignoring the question, “do you want to join me?”

The next day was the first of many afternoons in Hogsmeade, which they spent drinking butterbeer and buying Pepper Imps, which was their shared favorite candy. They talked over books in the library when they had free time in school, and Everett went to every one of Jasper's quidditch games. Jasper moved expertly on that broom, but Everett got anxious if he went near one.

That is until one evening, after a stroll through Hogsmeade during a sensible meal in the great hall Everett was startled by the sudden sensation of hands on his shoulders. Everett whipped around while drawing his wand, ready to make some Slytherins wish they were never born, only to see those brilliant amber eyes staring back at him.

"Fuck, Jas,” you scared the shit out of me!"

Jasper looked sorry for a second but shook off his concerned expression quickly.

"I have a surprise for you,” he said excitedly.

Jasper lead Everett to the locker rooms, behind the quidditch pitch. They walked into the unlit mens lockers as the sun set.

"You're not gonna murder me are you?” Everett said.

"Fuck off, and be excited,”

"That didn't sound like a no, I'm not going to keep following you if you don't say no.”

"No.”

Jasper tapped his wand to the door of his locker and it swung open revealing a long package wrapped in brown paper and Jasper's Cleansweep 8. "My dad just sent this after our big win against gryffindor on Saturday, but I've known about it for a while now,”  he said, grabbing the package, it was obvious what it was. Everett was excited for Jasper, knowing that his cleansweep was past its prime.

The two pulled back the paper revealing a Nimbus 2001, Everett watched Jasper's eyes widen as he excitedly stroked the broom, feeling its bristles and its polished handle in his hands. Everett didn't understand the world of quidditch, but he understood the look on Jasper's face as he held this broom in his hands.

Jasper blinked ind shook his head "But anyway," he said "This isn't your surprise."

Everett looked up at Jasper, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, and started to ask him to explain himself but Jasper cut him off. He whipped back around to the locker and grabbed the cleansweep which now looked raggedy and worn in comparison. "This is,”he said.

"Jas, thanks, that's so nice of you, I'll, erm, hang it on my wall" Everett thought about how it would feel to fall asleep with Jas’ broom above his head.

“Everett? Mate, you're not going to hang it on your wall, at least not now, we're going to ride them," Jasper held up his Nimbus and strode out the door towards the quidditch pitch.

When Everett's legs decided to move again he jogged up beside him "Jas, I know you mean well-”

Jasper slammed the doors open confidently and Everett forgot what he was going to say. Jasper turned around and smiled widely at Everett "You ready?" He asked.

"No,”  said Everett.

"Great, let's go.”

They stepped out onto the soggy grass, water soaking through their socks. Everett performed a simple charm to waterproof his and Jasper's shoes.

Jasper mounted his broom, "Well get on then!"

Everett awkwardly stepped over the tail of his broom and held the end tightly with both hands.

Jasper stepped toward him and began to adjust his grip murmuring advice about foot position and broom angle. When he was satisfied with the results he called, "Ok, kick off!" and kicked off into the air on his own broom. Everett, though thoroughly terrified did not fail to take a moment to enjoy the look of bliss on Jaspers face as he rode his new broom for the first time. Though, he was also painfully aware that he was supposed to have kicked off at this point but his body simply refused to leave the ground.

Jasper came down to the ground after rising about ten feet in the air. It was difficult not to notice the obvious terror on Everett's pale face.

"Ok," he said "We'll get through this.”

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" Said Everett, he meant it as a joke but it came out sounding defensive and mean.

"Oh..." said Jasper, unsure of how to respond to that.

"Sorry...just nervous I think."

Jasper's shoulders relaxed slightly and he positioned himself close beside Everett. Everett's shoulders tensed but he felt safer about flying with Jasper right nearby. Nothing could happen to him if Jasper was flying within inches. "Ok, we'll take off on the count of three" Jasper said.

"One.”

"Two,” Everett whimpered.

"Three,” Jasper hollered and they both kicked off the ground. Jasper's broom rose smoothly about.

Everett's bucked up unevenly. Everett gasped and let one hand off the broom to seize Jaspers shoulder. Jasper took both hands off of his broom and gently placed one on top of Everett's hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other across his back. Once the broom was still and Everett was balanced Jasper coached him on steering and balance. The two of them floated around the perimeter of the quidditch pitch extremely slowly, Jasper sensing when Everett would lose his balance and firmly adjusting him by moving shoving his shoulder in the right direction.

After ten minutes of this Everett could tell how much Jasper wanted to fly on his new broom. "Jas, go ride that thing, I want to watch you fly."

Jasper looked happy to perform but Everett thought, for just a moment, that he saw a spark of longing in those amber eyes. He quickly shook the idea from his mind.

Everett watched the wind streak through Jasper's brunet hair and his silhouette as he rose out of the stands against the twilight sky.

Just a few moments later though, Jasper came down and said "You have to come with me."

When Everett began to shake his head Jasper said "Would I let you fall?" To which Everett had no answer.

They walked to the middle of the pitch and, once Everett had mustered up the courage, kicked off into the air. Everett had a much smoother launch this time around and Jasper half guided, half carried him higher and higher above the goal posts with his arm around his shoulders. When they came to a standstill, Everett began to look down at the second but Jasper caught his chin with his broom hand. They both froze. "You. Um. You don't want to do that. You don't want to look down I mean." Jasper breathed. But Everett didn't want to look down, not because he was scared, but because Jasper wasn't down there.

That was just before summer break. When school started back up the boys found that they had quite a few classes together. One of those was potions with professor Snape. Every year Snape chose one or two students to target as his most hated. Everett was that student, and Jasper was one of his favorites until he started standing up for Everett.

They were working on a potion created to preserve the heat in someone's body in cold environments. Everett's blue eyes were fixed on his cauldron, watching the blue tinted smoke rise in rich swirls, just a shade darker than the book called for. Snape called him a bumbling idiot under his breath, but he made sure to say it loud enough for Everett to hear. Jasper, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes at the professor. Everett couldn't help sniggering when Jasper called Snape an overgrown bat. But he had to prove that he was good enough to make Snape's stupid potion. He was stirring furiously and humming the tune of a song his sister played often on the farm. “Rett, calm down. It's not a big deal. Why do you care what Snape thinks of you?”

“I don't. I just want him to know that a muggle born can do just as well as a pureblood,” Everett hissed, adding a drop of salamander blood to the mixture. His hand was shaking so much that a drop of blood wound up on his shoe. Jasper stepped closer to Everett and gently tilted Rett's chin up with his fingers.

“Relax, it's a really complex potion. You're going to overwork yourself trying to impress him.”

Everett seemed not to hear him, as he continued to stir vigorously. He was muttering something about the consistency looking like cow shit. Jasper had finally had enough of Everett beating himself up over this. He tried to gingerly pry the spoon from Everett's hands, but Everett kept a death grip on it. Jasper tugged on it again, but his hand slipped, spilling the tiny vial of salamander blood he'd forgotten he was holding. It spilled into the potion, and the boys were suddenly engulfed in flames as a thunderous explosion shook the classroom. The heat seared into Jasper and he heard a yell as the flames burnt his vision into blackness.

Everett opened his heavy eyelids and immediately felt the heat and pain on his skin. He strained to turn his head and saw Jasper lying unconscious, bandaged, bloody, and pale. As Everett tried to sit up he felt something thick and stiff around his middle. He peered under the sheets to find himself wrapped in clean white bandages.

Jasper began to shift in his bed, and the springs creaked and triggered an explosion of a migraine between Everett's ears, his lungs aching like he'd inhaled shards of glass. Everett had the sudden, intense desire to go back to sleep and lose all connection to the physical world and his broken body, but just as his eyelids closed again he heard Jasper's voice. "Rett?" He groaned, “Rett, are you awake?”

“Unfortunately,” Rett rasped, keeping his eyes shut. He heard a loud creak of the mattress and then the distinct sound of a limping gait coming his way, then felt the edge of his bed dip under Jasper's weight. Jasper's  hand rested atop Everett's bandaged one, and the corners of Everett's mouth turned up a bit. His blue eyes slowly cracked open again. Jasper was smiling down at him, but all Everett could notice were the singed tips of Jasper's deep brown curls and the large burn on his cheek. “I'm sorry,” He whispered.

Jasper's amber eyes went huge. “You have nothing to be sorry for Rett, I was the one who spilled the blood.”

“Because you were trying to get me to relax,” Everett said, working himself up, “if I wasn't so worried about proving myself to Snape you wouldn't have had to do that and you wouldn't be lying here right now. God, maybe mum's right, I'm not cut out for this.”

“Don't you dare say that, Rett. I’ve seen you curse bullies like it's nothing, you can turn house cats into tigers. So what if Snape doesn't like you. Passing potions isn't going to make or break your life. You're an incredible wizard, one of the best I've ever met.”

Rett sniffled, and suddenly Jasper's lips were against his, soft and sweet and warm. Once Rett got over his surprise he kissed back, his hand resting on the nape of Jasper's neck. Jasper gently brushed a stray lock of blond hair off Everett’s forehead as he pulled away. “And quite honestly, if you leave Hogwarts, then I'll have  to too.”

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I am so tempted to write a fic based off of this

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☆Happy 40th Birthday, Dean Winchester☆ ↳ January 24, 1979

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Alternative responses to “I love you”

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Harry: I love you

Draco: Well, why wouldn’t you?

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Hermione: I love you

Pansy: Who doesn’t?

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Ron: I love you

Blaise: I know

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Luna: I love you

Ginny: YEET

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Draco: I love you

Harry: *finger guns*

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Pansy: I love you

Hermione: *laugh hysterically*

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Blaise: I love you

Ron: *laugh nervously*

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Ginny: I love you

Luna: Thanks

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(Bonus)

Sirius: I love you

Remus: Why?

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I CANNOT BREATHEKDW THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT IVE SEEN TODAY

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ACTUAL FOOTAGE of Castiel buying clothes for the first time.

For every like a Castiel is saved. Original Audio