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The Shower of yearning (1/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Hand Jobs,Shower Sex and Accidental Voyeurism

The first time it happened, it was mortifying.

Harry was standing in the shower, under the hot spray. y/n had been right - it was a privilege to be able to use the Prefects Bathroom as Gryffindor’s new Qudditch captain. And while he didn’t have time to have a bath every night he now favored nightly showers in the grand shower room for the boys. It was much better than sharing a bathroom with Seamus. He was coming to the end of his wash - soaping up his armpits, when all of a sudden there was a loud pop.

Standing in front of him was y/n. More important, standing in front of him was a very wet, very naked, and very soapy, y/n Since she had been in the middle of washing her hair - her eyes were closed and she did not immediately recognize their predicament. Instead Harry was treated to five glorious seconds of his friend’s nude body. His eyes devoured her. Running from her feet, up her legs toned by years of climbing staircases, to the tidy patch of hair that covered her sex, and then he looked up to her breasts. Her naked breasts. He watched a soap suds trickle down the curve of one, ending perched on a nipple.

y/n eyes opened and they stared at each other in mounting horror.

“Harry!?”

“y/n?”

Before Harry could even think to do anything chivalrous - or even cover up his rapidly hardening cock - y/n had squeaked like a mouse, threw one hand over her breasts and another in front of her sex, and ran from the shower. So stunned by it all, Harry didn't even think to turn and look at her ass as it scurried away.

He regretted it for the rest of the night.

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The second time it happened, it was awkward.

Harry and y/n - both pink in the face throughout all of the next breakfast - had snuck away from Ron and Hermione to have a quiet conversation before class. They worked out that they had both been using the showers at the same time, y/n in the girls’ and Harry in the boys’, and they decided it must have just been some strange jinx. Another mystery of Hogwarts. They promised that it wouldn’t ruin their friendship or make things uncomfortable.

And for four nights they were right. Harry showered in peace and solitude - and while a part of him wished he could see y/n naked again he was glad not to endure that embarrassment again. Anyway, his dreams took care of his desires. He had woken up most nights now with a raging erection and a faint memory of a nude y/n. He tried to ignore it. She was his friend. Nothing more.

Still, his heart thundered in excitement when he heard that loud pop again. He knew what happened last time he heard that sound - and sure enough y/n was suddenly in the shower with him again. Except this time, she wasn’t washing her hair. She was washing her legs - bent at the waist as she soaped up her calves. Standing behind her, Harry was presented with the greatest view of his life. His eyes followed up her legs, over her thighs, to her plump, round bottom presented to him like a five course meal. He devoured the view - each soapy, wet asscheek there to be squeezed and kneaded.

“Oh Merlin” he babbled.

y/n stopped washing her legs. She went very still and then realizing her position she quickly stood up. She did not turn around however - instead standing facing the wall, letting Harry bathe in the view of her delectable rump. “Harry?” she whispered with uncertainty.

“Yeah. It's me” Harry said. He begged every power in the universe that y/n didn’t turn around. Partly because he wanted to continue to stare at her ass. Partly because his cock was so hard now it could cut stone.

They stood together in silence for a while - only the sound of the shower covering their breathing. Harry’s cock twitched as he watched a droplet of water run down the curve of her back and dipped between her cheeks, vanishing out of sight. Then y/n finally said, “could you leave this time? I still haven’t finished washing. If that’s ok?”

Harry gulped. “Sure” he said, backing out of the shower, not letting his eyes leave her ass until they had to.

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The third time it happened, it was explosive.

Harry and y/n had again managed to find an excuse to leave Ron and Hermione at breakfast the following day and had a hurried conversation in an abandoned classroom. They worked out that it only seemed to happen when they were showering at the same time - and so the obvious answer to their problem was to make sure their schedules never aligned. Harry felt a stab of disappointment as they agreed, but he supposed it was for the best.

For a week then - Harry enjoyed his showers in peace and quiet. Enjoy being the right word because whenever Harry was alone under the water, his hand always dropped to his cock, stroking himself, jerking his shaft until he spilled his cum against the wall. He only ever thought about one thing. Her breast,.Her bottom. Her legs. Her back. Her wet hair and face. The visions came to him as he pumped himself, always concluding with a grunt of relief.

On Monday night then he had quickly washed - ready to engage in his new past-time - when the loud pop filled the shower again. He stumbled back, caught by surprise. There was y/n in front of him again. She was naked again. Her body glistened with the water again. Her face was already pink and her breasts were already heaving as she breathed heavily - as if she was trying to control herself after a long run. “Oh sorry!” she squeaked. “I thought you were finished!”

Harry had no reply at first. He found it hard to think of anything but the word “tits” that was currently doing laps around his brain. He wanted to squeeze them. He wanted to kiss them. It was only when he realized with mounting horror that he was now hard - fully erect, aching for relief - in front of one of his best friend did he finally return to earth. “Ok” he said. Trying to remember how English worked. “I wasn’t done.”

“What did you have left to do?”

It wasn’t the question Harry expected y/n to ask. Did she think that they should simply both finish their showers and pretend this was normal? More to the point, it wasn’t a question Harry wanted to answer - since there was no polite way to say “all I have left to do is jerk myself off to the memory of your naked ass.” Still he found himself looking down at his cock - still hard, still pointing directly at y/n. She followed his gaze and let out a little squeak. “Oh. Ok. Here, I have some soap.”

It was at this point Harry was certain this was a dream. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t not be a dream. Because y/n had just reached forward with a soapy hand and wrapped her fingers around his penis. He grunted. It didn’t make any sense. He had touched his own cock a million times before and somehow it never came anywhere near as good as y/n soft, dainty fingers pressed against his flesh. For a moment she simply held him, cock in hand, her eyes looking up at him. And then she started to move. As if this was normal. As if it was perfectly innocent for her to wash his shaft clean. Her arm gently pumped - her breasts bouncing with the movement - as she started to stroke his cock, lathering him up. Harry lasted for all of about ten delirious, delicious and delectable strokes until with a shuddering groan, he came. His seed splattered against her naked thigh.

“Finished?” Asked y/n breathlessly.

Harry nodded and took that as his sign to leave.

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cyripticchronicler · 2 months

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Love Potions and Unspoken Desires - Sirius Black

A mishap with Amortentia has you and Sirius head over heels for each other. Except, your feelings are genuine. But what is his were too?

A/N: I haven't posted in forever and I'm so sorry! I've been busy with school and have been studying a lot. I'm really proud of this one shot though and I hope everyone likes it!! If there are any errors or constructive criticism you want to give please tell me <3

Warnings: Slight mentions of abuse, kissing

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The torch-lit halls guide your way as you walk towards Potions, mind racing at the mere thought of the lesson. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, trying your best to keep your back straight.

They slump as soon as you enter the room.

“You’re late,” Professor Slughorn announces loudly causing your cheeks to heat. Everyone's heads whipped around to face you and you prayed to Merlin the ground would swallow you up whole.

You clear your throat so your voice doesn't come out scratchy, “Sorry, Professor. I was helping out in Transfiguration.”

He nods in dismissal and you take that as your queue to find a seat, eyes scanning the crowded room for an empty spot. Your eyes land on the only free seat next to Sirius Black and you tense. You can barely be in the same room as him and now you're going to have to sit next to you? Merlin, you wish this day was over.

And he looks so pretty today too. His hair was freshly washed, Gryffindor tie slung loosely around his neck, and shirt sleeves pulled up to his elbows.

A pointed cough snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurry towards the seat, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

You’re pretty sure everyone just saw you check out Sirius Black.

Could this day get any worse?

Turns out it could.

You go to chuck your bag underneath the table but miss by a long shot, the bottom of your school bag hitting Sirius in the face, causing him to let out a surprised groan. Some people behind you let out a laugh and you squeeze your eyes shut, kicking your bag underneath the table and sitting in your seat.

You barely make eye contact before you look away, muttering a hushed ‘sorry’ and attempting to catch up on the notes you missed.

“Today we’re making Amortentia. Can someone tell me what this is?” At the lack of answers, he turns to you with a pointed look.

You raise your hand nervously. “It’s the most potent love potion. When consumed it causes a powerful infatuation or obsession in the drinker towards the person who administered the potion. it does not create genuine love; rather, it amplifies preexisting feelings or creates an artificial attraction.”

“Very good. Five points to Gryffindor.”

You nod your head awkwardly and look back down at your notes.

“Write down the ingredients and instructions and then get started. You’re going to be working with the people next to you.”

You tense up, head snapping up. Sirius chuckles next to you and you turn to face him.

“Looks like we’re working together, Love. I’ll go get the ingredients.”

You nod your head awkwardly, too shocked to respond. Did he just call you love? Are you okay?

Your cheeks heat and you groan internally at yourself. Stop blushing you dipshit.

Attempting to distract yourself, you make quick work of cleaning the workspace, spotting Sirius talking to James and Remus out of the corner of your eye. James smacks Sirius’ back, whispering something that causes Remus to shake his head and Sirius to grin.

He comes back a minute later, ingredients in hand.

“You seem to know a lot about this potion, you ever used it on someone?” He smirks teasingly causing your cheeks to flush. “No,” You mutter quietly, “I just like making potions.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, eyes searching your face. You look away quickly, his stare burning your face as you pour some ingredients into the cauldron.

You continue the work in comfortable - for him at least- silence, working with him easier than ever.

You were finished in no time, grinning in triumph as you tried not to breathe in the strong smell.

“Well done you too! Grab a vile and bottle some up why don't you.” Professor Slughorn smiles, hurrying off to another table whose cauldron is smoking.

“Good job, love. I might have to work with you more,” Sirius flirts and you jerk in surprise, hand flying back and knocking the vile that he was holding with your own, Amortentia effectively spilling over you both.

His eyes grow dilated in seconds and you assume yours do the same, heart thumping and palms sweating as you stare up at him with heart eyes.

“I-I'm so sorry.” You force out, too focused on how he looked at you like you hung the moon.

“For?” He questions, seemingly in a daze. He looks down at his shirt and grins. “Right, it’s no problem, Love. You can do nothing wrong in my eyes.” He flirts and you go back to respond but are successfully cut off by James.

“Sirius! You’re in deep shit, man.” He laughs, slapping him on the back. You track the hand, wishing it was yours instead.

Sirius doesn’t respond, too busy grinning at you. Merlin, this potion is good.

“Dear, dear.” Professor Slughorn mutters as he comes to inspect the chaos. “Right, it will wear off soon. You’re just going to be partially in love with each other for a bit.”

Sirius grins, “I am in love with her-” James cuts him off with a hand on the shoulder, dragging him towards the door. “I’ll just keep him away until the potion wears off-”

“The class isn’t over-” Professor Slughorn protests but James is already gone. You frown in disappointment, already missing Sirius.

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It was a few hours later, the potion's effects still thrumming through your blood, your infatuation for him stronger than ever. You were distracted the whole day, mind always seeming to stray away to thoughts of Sirius. How pretty he looked, how he’d let you put his hair up, maybe even braid it, how he’d smile at you. He’d probably be great in bed too-

“You’re doing it again.” Lily mutters, face scrunched up in disgust and you groan in shame. “It’s like my feelings for him have been amplified by 100. It’s amazing but unbearable at the same time.”

She grabs your hand in comfort, grabbing the mashed potatoes with her other hand and piling them onto her plate. You’re in the Great Hall for dinner, loud chattering filling the crowded space. From just a few feet away Sirius and his friends sit and if you listen hard enough you can hear James’ obnoxious laugh.

“I'm sure the potion will wear off soon,” Alice reassures from beside you, grinning at you in hopes of making you feel better.

You shake your head in disagreement. “It’s only been two hours and these potions can last for days.”

“We just have to keep you away from him. How hard can that be?”

Very hard, you realise, eyes widening at the sight of Sirius Black stalking towards you, encouraged by the jeering of his friends.

“Hello, Love.” He smiles, eyes soft as he admires your face. You sigh, chin resting on your hand, too distracted by his beauty to respond. He seems too distracted by your beauty to call you out on your silence.

“Fucking hell,” Lily whispers from somewhere behind you but you pay her no mind, continuing to smile at Sirius as he does the same.

A loud laugh from James who still sits at the table, snaps him out of his daze, “W-would you want to have breakfast with me tomorrow?”

You nod immediately, smile blinding, probably losing a few brain cells from how intensely you were nodding.

He flashes his pearly whites, “Great! I’ll meet you in the common room at seven?” He questions and you nod, too distracted by this freckle you just spotted right underneath his eye. He doesn’t make a move to go, eyes tracing your jawline slowly.

“Okay!” You jump at Lily’s hands on your shoulders, slowly dragging you out of the hall. “Time to say goodbye.” You and Sirius both frown. “Don’t be like that, you’ll see each other tomorrow.” She grabs your arm and waves it back and forth, “Now say bye-bye.”

“Bye,” You whisper, cheeks flushing. “Bye, Love.” He mutters back.

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“Why did today of all days be the day nothing turned out properly!” You whine, head falling in defeat onto your folded arms that rest on your dresser, abandoned mascara bottle hanging loosely in your hand.

Lily coos softly from behind you, distracted by getting dressed. “Sweetheart, you look amazing. You’re not having a bad eyelash day and your hair looks great! Sirius is going to fall to his knees when he sees you.”

You look up from your arms slowly, meeting Lily’s eyes in the mirror, “You think?” You question hopefully. She nods. “And my eyelashes look okay?” She nods again and you smile softly. “Thank you,” You stand up, moving to get dressed. “I don’t even know why I care so much, it’s just breakfast. I swear this love potion is making me go crazy.”

“Sure, it’s the ‘love potion’ that’s making you go crazy,” Lily mutters sarcastically from behind you but you’re too busy daydreaming about Sirius’ eyes to notice.

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“Hello.” You mutter, successfully gaining Sirius’ attention as he turns to face you. He’s dressed in his uniform but he’s obviously tried to tidy it up a little bit. His usually loose tie wrapped tightly around his neck, his white t-shirt tucked into his freshly ironed slacks. “You look nice today, but-” You walk over, hand gripping his tie and losing it. “That’s better.”

You notice a faint blush on his cheeks and grin. “Thank you, love. So do you. Are you ready for breakfast?”

You nod you both start walking to the hall together, his hand brushing yours slightly. You take in a deep breath for confidence, trying to calm your racing heart as you link your fingers through his.

He doesn't pull away.

You make it into the hall a few minutes later, taking a seat beside Sirius. James attempts to sit across from us but one look from Sirius sends him sitting at the end of the table beside Remus, a pout on his lips.

“You didn't have to send him away,” You mutter, feeling bad.

“He’ll live. Besides, I wanted to spend time with you.” Sirius states, causing you to blush. He grabs your plate, piling it with the stuff you get every morning before handing it back to you.

“How do you know what I eat for breakfast?” You question, face scrunched in confusion. Sirius pauses his movements of piling his own plate, cheeks tinted pink. “I-I guess the potion has made me more aware of what you eat.”

“Yeah, but the incident happened after breakfast yesterday.”

He shrugs, “Huh, I don’t know then.”

“Have you-”

“Do you like to read? There's this really pretty bookstore that just opened up in Hogsmeade. Maybe we can go after breakfast? Get some butter beer too?”

You decide to let it go, “Yeah, I’d love to go. I’ve been meaning to get some more books to read, too.”

He grins, eyes sparkling in delight as he stares into your eyes, “Great! It’s a date.”

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“I don’t believe you!” You laugh, knocking your shoulder against Sirius’, hands linked as you make your way down the snowy path to Hogsmeade.

“It’s true!” Sirius insists, pulling you closer, nose red from the cold. He looks so pretty, you think. If only his feelings for you were true.

“And Euphemia let you stay after that? She must have a heart of gold.” You tease playfulling, relishing in his laugh that warms your insides.

“Oh she does, I owe her my life.” Before you can question him he’s pulling you towards The Three Broomsticks. “Now c’mon, let's get you a butterbeer before you freeze to death.”

You comply, following him into the warm building, the quiet talks of chatter greeting you as Sirius leads you to a table in the corner.

“So,” He begins, leaning forward for suspense. “Tell me something that you’ve told no one else.”

You impulsively grab his hand, letting it warm up your cold one. He doesn't mention it as you speak, “Um, in first year I once walked in on The Grey Lady and The Bloody Baron trying to ‘get it on.’ I was too traumatized to tell anyone.”

He stares at you, shellshocked. “Well- That’s certainly not what I was expecting. Is that even possible?”

You chuckle quietly at his shocked impression, “No, actually. They kept on going through each other. It was horrible to watch.”

“Your poor eyes,” He winces in sympathy, squeezing your hand tightly.

“It’s still engraved in my mind. It’s put me off kissing ever since.”

He freezes slightly. “So you haven't kissed anyone?” He questions quietly, eyes shining in delight. Your cheeks flush, “No.”

He takes in a breath, leaning forward and you instinctively do the same until your noses are brushing. “So if I were to kiss you right now, I’d be the first one to ever touch these precious lips?” You nod and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. “Can I-”

“Here are your two butterbeers.” You jerk back at the unexpected voice, watching as Sirius does the same. “T-thank you,” You mutter to the waitress who is already gone, taking a big gulp of your butterbeer in the hope of cooling down your flushed body.

You sit in silence until it gets too awkward for you and you attempt to start a conversation, “We’re still going to the bookstore after this, right?”

He jumps, not expecting you to speak before he breaks out into a relaxed grin. “Of course, Love. I’m not much of a reader but I know you are.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. If you don’t want to go then we can just head back-” “I want to go. I want to spend time with you.”

“Oh.” You curse internally. You’ve already said ‘Oh.’ “Thank you? Yeah, thank you.” He laughs, “Don’t thank me, love.”

You flush, “Sorry-” “And don't say sorry either.”

You nod, “Sorry- I mean, shit.” He laughs at your ramble causing your cheeks to go bright red. You attempt to turn the conversation around, “What do you mean you owe Euphemia your life?” He visibly tenses and you curse. Fucking idiot.

“You don’t have to- That was rude-” He links your fingers together, placing them on the table and successfully cutting you off.

“It’s okay. I trust you, love.” He grins but it seems fake. “My parents and I never got along, and after I joined Gryfindor things started getting worse. Whenever they got violent I went to James and Euphemia would take care of me. My family successfully kicked me out last summer and I’ve been living with James ever since.” He falls quiet and you squeeze his hand.

“I’m sorry-” You cut yourself off at his glare. “I hope you’re okay.”

He manages a grin, a true one this time. “I’m okay, especially with you.” He teases causing your cheeks to flush.

“That’ll change once the potion wears off,” You attempt to joke but Sirius is silent. “Yeah…”

Crickets.

“Want to go check out the bookstore?” You grasp at any shred of confidence.

Sirius practically jumps out of his seat, taking you with him. “Let’s go.”

—-

“I had fun tonight.” You state, awkwardly standing by the steps that will lead you to your dorm. Sirius stalks closer towards you.

“I did too,” He grins, diamonds in his eyes as he brushes your hair behind your ear before cradling your cheek gently. “Remember to tell me what you thought of that book,” He shrugs down at the book in your hand, unable to keep his eyes off you.

“Yeah. I should go…” You make no move to leave and Sirius makes no move to remove his hand from your cheek.

“You should,” He whispers, eyes trained on your lips, swollen from how many times you’ve bitten it out of nervousness.

And then his lips are on yours.

And then you're kissing him back.

And your back is against the wall, his tongue pushes into your mouth, and he’s holding your waist. You can't breathe and you're scratching your nails down his shirt-clad back until he groans against your mouth in pleasure.

And then you’re pulling away. “Stop,” You whisper against his lips.

He stops immediately, taking a few steps away from you, “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” His lips are swollen and wet and you want nothing more than to kiss him again.

But you can't.

“No, I’m sorry.” You hide your face in your hands, back against the wall. “I-I should’ve said no to the date. I just- I wanted so badly for your feelings to be real. That you’d actually like me but it’s not fair on you. And I’m sorry.”

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “I do like you.”

You shake your head, “Sirius-” “I do! I’ve liked you for years. I’ve been wanting to tell you but you just make me so nervous-” “Sirius-”

“C’mon, listen to me-” “This is the potion!”

“The potion wore off hours ago and you know it!”

You slump against the wall in defeat, legs against your chest as you look away from him. You know he’s right. The once amplified feelings you had for him are more sane and you no longer feel like you’d kill every single person who so much as looked at him the wrong way.

“You can’t like me back. I don’t believe you.”

He crouches down in front of you, hands shaking as he reaches to touch your knee. “Why don’t you believe me, my love?” He questions, his voice much quieter than it was before.

“Because you’re Sirius Black,” You whisper like it explains everything. And it does. He’s Sirius Black, the golden boy who could have anyone he wanted.

“And you’re you. If anything I don’t deserve you. You’re smart, beautiful, way out of my league.” You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off. “But I’m going to work every day to be the man you deserve because I want you. So badly it hurts.”

“I want you too,” You mutter shyly, you look into his eyes that still look at you like you’ve hung the moon.

“Aw my love,” He pulls you closer, breath fanning your cheek. “You’ve had me for a long time.”

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Bodyguarded // part 2 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: Daryl and you bond more, but Shane can't seem to stop bothering you. His power act over your playing out. With your brother haven risen from the dead will Shane take a step back? [ read part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5]

“Keep your hand steady.” – Daryl said as his fingers trailed over yours. You were looking at him as he noticed it. With a gentle nudge against your chin, he turned your head. – “Eyes forwards.” – he stated. You nodded willingly trying to supress a smile. You kept your focus to the front as Daryl’s hand went under yours, supporting the gun in your hand.

He neared as you felt his body close in on you. His cheek close to yours. He moved his hand to the top of the gun. – “Try looking for a steady aim.” – he informed you. His hand let go of the gun, pointing at the overly big target up ahead. Seeing how it had set it up made you snort loud. – “What?” – Daryl asked confused with furrowed brows.

You lowered the gun, turning more towards him as you had to break it to him. – “Oh Daryl.” – you began with a breathless laugh. – “What?” – Daryl repeated. You swayed your arm over his shoulder pulling him closer to you. – “My brother is a cop. I know how to shoot sweetheart.” – you confessed with a dazzling smile. – “I mean was…” – you corrected yourself letting your arm fall from around him. – “How come you don’t have a gun?” – Daryl questioned loudly. Finding it very odd. You could’ve easily been an asset in keeping walkers at bay.

You took a deep sigh. – “Well you know Shane. He doesn’t like me holding a gun.” – you told him. Daryl took a deep annoyed sigh. – “But you can always teach me if you like?” – you proposed having rested your hand on his chest. – “It’s no fun now.” – Daryl answered bothered. You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him nose to nose with you. – “We can always make it fun.” – you replied teasingly. Daryl grabbed your face, pushing your head a bit back.

“Why don’t you show me how you shoot. Sweetheart.” – he added teasingly. Before you could utter another word he spun you around. Pushing you a bit forwards by a push on your bottom. Looking over your shoulder, you gave him a soft glare. Daryl leaned back, chuckling. – “I need to know you’ve got my back.” – he said jokingly. You turned back raising the gun. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots were fired in the bag.

You stepped aside to show Daryl. Daryl looked surprised seeing how you had shot the three bullets in a way they looked like a triangle shape was matched in the bag. – “Do I get a reward now?” – you questioned. – “Not bad.” – Daryl responded nearing you. Playfully you shoved Daryl away acting as if it annoyed you. Daryl chuckled grabbing you from behind. Wrapping his arms around you.

His body pressed against your back as his head rested on your shoulder. – “I expect a higher praise from you.” – you said chuckling. Daryl left a tender kiss on your shoulder. – “Or you could continue that.” – you said making Daryl lift his head up with a smirk. He left another tender kiss on your shoulder. Following on to kiss your neck tenderly. Kissing his way up as you tilted your head to the side.

You turned around tapping your lips invitingly. Daryl quirked his eyebrow up. – “Now you are over-doing it Y/n.” – he said turning his head away. You could only stare at him shockingly. Daryl’s lips curled up into a smile as he grabbed a hold of you, kissing you full on the lips.

Daryl and you parted as he nudged you to walk. The two of you made you way back to the others. – “What’s Shane’s deal with you anyways?” – he asked. – “You tell me! I have no idea why he is being such an ass towards me.” – you explained half shouting out the words. – “I hate how he acts towards Carl.” – you continued. – “Like he never had a dad? Honestly Shane is a mystery to me. It’s not like I knew him very well before all this, but now… it seems like he is meddling a bit too much in my family’s life.” – you told Daryl who was listening tentatively.

You sighed loud. Daryl and you emerged from the woods coming back to camp. Dale stood on the caravan, waving at Daryl. – “Duty calls.” – Daryl said to you. You watched him go all smiling. Then you gasped loud feeling the gun being pulled aggressively out of your hands.

“Where did you steal this?” – Shane called out holding the gun up. You had turned around in shock, startled by his sudden closeness to you. – “I didn’t…” – you answered still half in shock. – “Don’t lie to me! You stole this bloody gun. Do you think you are brave enough to shoot it?” – he mocked causing a scene. Noticing how everyone at camp was looking your way. – “You think this is a kid’s toy?” – Shane called out waving the gun around. - “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him, eyeing the curious eyes around him and you.

Shane looked all smug. – “If you want to play guns, we’ll play guns Y/n!” – he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pushing your head down. – “Auntie Y/n!” – Carl shouted out as Lori held him back. – “No Carl! She needs to taught a lesson.” – Shane shouted at him. – “Shane!” – you cried out in agony trying to get his grip off you. Shane saw Daryl storm over, making him aim the gun at him.

“No more protecting her.” – he told him clear. Daryl stopped with a glare. – “I didn’t steal it!” – you called out trying to reason with him. – “Liar!” – Shane yelled at you, pulling a bit at your hair. – “Shane let her go.” – Carol said calmly. – “Shane… Shane…” – Carol kept trying to ask for his attention wanting to tone his temper down.

“Look at Carl.” – she said gesturing at Carl. Shane turned his head seeing how Lori held Carl tight. His cheeks stained with tears. His lips pouting as it hurt his little heart to see Shane hurt you like that. – “Please…” – Carol begged. Shane inhaled deeply through his nose. Suddenly aiming the gun at your head. – “No!” – Carl cried out leaping forwards as Lori had to hold him tighter. Daryl wanted to rush over as Shane stopped him.

“I’ll fire if you come near Dixon!” – he shouted making Daryl stop mid-track. – “Shane put the gun down!” – Lori said loudly hoping she could talk him out of it. You were panting, feeling the tip of the gun press against the back of your head. Bend over you felt your blood go for your head. Shane’s hand still on your neck. – “Not so talkative are we now?” – Shane said to you. Carl was crying his eyes out.

“Are… are you really going to shoot me in front of Carl?” – you breathed out. Daryl tried taking a step closer but Shane was on to him. It made Daryl clench his jaw. – “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him. Shane looked up to her seeing how angry she was looking at him. He started to chuckle slowly removing the gun from against your head. – “I was just playing.” – he said holding the gun up.

The moment you didn’t feel his grip on you anymore, you ran off. Tears in your eyes as this was too much. Shane had crossed a line. Hard. – “Y/n!” – Daryl called out running after you. Lori let go of Carl walking over to Shane. – “It was just a joke.” – he told her chuckling. Lori slapped him across the face. – “A damn cruel one!” – she answered angry. You kept running tears running down your cheek. Never did you think Shane was capable of actually holding a gun up to your head.

The seriousness in his voice frightened you. For a moment you really did think he was going to shoot you in front of everyone. – “Y/n!” – Daryl panted out having come after you. He had followed you into the woods. You weren’t listening to him, wondering off too far. – “Y/n!” – Daryl repeated loud quickening up his pace. The tears were running down your face making you sob breathlessly. You called it out when two arms wrapped around you.

Stopping your mindless running. – “Y/n! Y/n stop.” – Daryl said holding you tight as you tried freeing yourself from him. Sobbing loud you eased down feeling worn out. The energy left your body making you sunk through your knees. Daryl went down with you, keeping you in his arms. Turning your face a bit, you pressed it against his arm, crying your eyes out.

He comforted you, remaining silent as he knew cursing at Shane wouldn’t do you any good now. It took you a lot of effort to get back to camp. You didn’t want to be there knowing Shane was there. Also the fact that everyone had seen it made it even more uncomfortable. You decided to go to the lake sitting by the water.

“Auntie Y/n!” – Carl cried out making you turn your head. He came running over as you got up. His body slammed against yours, arms going round you. He was sobbing loud as you soothed him. – “I’m okay Carl.” – you told him, knowing how frightened he must have been. Carl hugged you tighter, pressing his cheek against your stomach. That night slept Carl in your tent. Partly because you didn’t want to be alone and because he wanted to protect you.

The next morning you all got startled at Glenn honking loud. He had been out for a run, only having returned now. Glenn got out of the car all happy and relieved. Everyone made their way over to him to greet him as it had been a few days since they saw him. You kept your distance a bit, gulping when you noticed Shane coming to stand beside you. – “One day there will be no one around to protect you.” – he said to you. It made you swallow frightened. – “What is your deal against me Shane?” – you asked boldly having enough of his power plays.

He turned his posture more to you taking a deep breath. – “Your attitude!” – he made clear. – “My attitude?” – you repeated confused. You turned more to Shane as well, standing in front of him. You stared at him feeling there was more to it. – “Do… do you feel threatened by me?” – you asked him. Shane laughed mockingly. – “You are NOTHING to me!” – he made clear with a deadly stare. Agitated you wanted to shove him. Shane grabbed a hold of your wrist, twisting it to the side.

“Shane?” – both of you heard clear. It made the two of you look to the side. Your eyes widening. – “Rick?” – you gasped out in shock. Carl was clinging onto him. His other arm around Lori. – “Y/n!” – Rick said relieved as he removed himself from Lori and Carl. Shane let go of your arm aggressively. Rick had seen it making him go up to Shane. – “Why were your hands on my sister?” – he asked calmly but with a soft glare.

Shane puffed loud walking off. Rick stood stunned and baffled at Shane’s behaviour. – “Rick?” – you said again touching his shoulder. Touching him made it all real. Rick turned to you with a relieved smile. The two of you embraced strongly. – “I thought you were dead.” – you told him. – “So did I.” – he answered.

He pulled away touching your face. – “How I am glad to see you alive and well sister.” – he told you making you smile between your tears. A surprise touch made you squeal soft. Carl having wrapped his arms around the both of you. – “Now we are a family again.” – he said happily. – “Yeah we are.” – Rick answered rubbing his hand through his hair. Lori glanced over to Shane seeing how jealous he looked. He brushed it off by walking off the minute he saw the meaning of Lori’s eyes.

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regulusrules · 24 days

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Tags for BBC Merlin Fics

Since this post of general tags seems valuable, here is a specific one for my fellow Merlin readers and writers!

Can you guys believe that there are only 34K fics in our fandom that are tagged? When we have 62K+ fics!! There are so many hidden gems out there that honest to god changed my LIFE and deserve all the recognition in the world

So here is a guide for what are the most used/searchable tags in our fandom!

For Canon Era Fics

Merlin's Magic Revealed - Magic Reveal - Arthur knows about Merlin's magic - Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic - Episode Tag (for example: s01e04: The Poisoned Chalice) ((all episodes have a tag, and it's important to mark which setting are we in from the start)) - Merlin is Emrys - Merlin Needs a Hug - Protective Knights - Merlin dies - Everyone knows about Merlin's magic - Arthur-centric - Merlin-centric - Golden Age - Magic Ban Lifted - Merthur - Post-Camlann - (character's name) Lives - Arthur has magic - Merlin's Scars Revealed

For Reincarnation / Modern Fics

Arthur Pendragon Returns - Modern Setting - Modern Era - Alternate Universe - No Magic / Historical / War / University / High School / Reincarnation / Office / Authors / Royalty / Fantasy / Soulmates / Spies - Doctor Merlin - Businessman Arthur - Professor Merlin - Artist Merlin - CEO Arthur - Teacher Merlin - Actor Arthur - Musician Merlin - Lawyer Arthur - Writer Merlin

For Characters

(trait is followed by character's name. eg: Hurt Arthur)

Merlin: Hurt - BAMF - Immortal - Protective - Court Sorcerer - POV - Dragonlord - Pining - Oblivious - Powerful - Dark - Prince - Sick - Consort - Kidnapped - Caring - Top/Bottom - Royal - Tired - Sassy - Competent - King - Angry - Sad - Parent - Soft - Worried

Arthur Pendragon: Protective - King - POV - Pining - Prince - Caring - Hurt - Jealous - Soft - Worried - Oblivious - Confused - BAMF - Dark - Guilty - Smitten - Possessive - Angry - Top/Bottom - Parent - Insecure - Touch-Starved - Smart

Gwen: Awesome - Queen - POV - BAMF - Caring - Hurt - Protective

Morgana: Good - Evil - Redeemed - BAMF - Protective - POV - Awesome - Dark - Queen

Mordred: Good - Evil - Hurt - Protective - Kid

Gwaine: Protective - Hurt - POV - Pining - Awesome - Worried - Caring

Lancelot: Protective - Hurt - Supportive - Lives

Leon: Immortal - Long-Suffering - Protective

Elyan: Protective - Hurt - POV - Lives

Percival: Protective - Hurt

And remember to tag ANY triggering topic you will be writing about!

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beautifulbrainrot · 7 months

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regulus black x fem!reader

cw 18+ reader in lingerie, reader slaps reg once, cock ring, riding, bj, sub!reg

“Quiet now, Regulus. You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

Regulus only whimpered slightly, before you slapped him across the face. His head flew back and he cried out, before you gripped his jaw, effectively silencing him.

“I said, quiet.” You whispered, seethingly, your brows furrowed. Regulus nodded quickly, the best he could with your hand still gripping his jaw harshly.

You let him go, stepping back slightly, giving Regulus the chance to admire you, which he of course did.

His eyes raked over your form slowly, taking in the beauty before him. You were clad only in white, lacy panties and bralette, the material practically see through, leaving nothing to his imagination. He stared for a little too long though, you yanked his hair, forcing him to look up at your face.

“Like what you see?” You purred, small smirk playing on your plush lips. Merlin, how Regulus would give anything to kiss you right now.

“Bet you're thinking about kissing me,” How did you do that? “Too bad you can’t. Bratty boys don’t get to kiss.” You hissed, leaning down to face him, lips inches from his.

Regulus’s head was spinning, every sense heightened. He could feel your breath against his lips, every beat of his heart, the blood rushing in his ears.

You leaned away again, turning your back to him, and he sighed.

“I think you deserve a punishment, Regulus. After being so naughty. Don’t you think so?”

Regulus knew better than to answer, until given explicit permission.

“You may answer.” You smiled, turning back around to face him, happy he had obeyed you.

“I was a brat. I deserve your punishment.” He answered, voice clear yet meek and submissive.

“Good boy.” You cooed, hooking your finger under his chin, thumb on his soft bottom lip, to lift his head. His expression softened at the praise, blush tinting his pale cheeks.

You dragged his bottom lip down slightly with your thumb, and he automatically opened his mouth.

“Do you want my thumb, baby?”

He nodded softly, submissively, eyes wide. You granted his wishes, sliding your thumb into his warm mouth, and he held it there gratefully.

You let him have it for a few seconds, before retracting. “You can’t always get what you want, Regulus.” You tutted before he could whine at the loss, instead just looking dejected, pout on his lips.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Regulus.” You chastised, shaking your head. “You were bad. This is what bad boys get.”

You enunciated your words by finally wrapping your hand around his aching cock, giving it a swift pump, running your thumb over the leaking head.

He cried out, head dropping down as you finally provided him with relief. But he knew this was a punishment. Nothing good comes out of being bad, he knew that. A physical reminder of that fact was the cock ring at the base of his length, holding him tight, so tight that he could not get full release.

Oh, how he hated that little thing. How he despised it. But oh, Merlin, how he loved you having this amount of control over him. How he loved you having so much power over him. How he craved it.

He whimpered as you continued stroking his length, biting his lip as you sunk down to your knees before him.

Despite him being above, it was clear that you still held all the power. You looked up at him, eyes open wide, a deceivingly innocent facade.

You suddenly leaned in, licking a stripe from the top of the cock ring, to the sensitive tip of him.

Leaning back, you giggled as he moaned out, mouth dropped open and head flying back.

“Did that feel good, Regulus?” You giggled patronisingly, watching as his chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath.

After a beat of silence, just filled by his harsh breathing, you snapped your fingers. He immediately looked down at you.

“Yes- Yes, so good. You always make me feel so good.” He panted, gasping as you wrapped your hand around the base of him once again. You began slowly stroking him, paying close attention to every twitch of his cock as you stimulated it.

Regulus breathed heavily, whimpering as you worked his cock leisurely. You looked up at him, admiring his already fucked our expression, eyes dazed and teary and lips bitten. He looked perfect.

You leaned in close, keeping your eyes on his beautiful face as you wrapped your lips around the swollen, red tip of him. He cried out, wantonly, at the sudden warm wetness enveloping the most sensitive part of him.

Not giving him time to adjust, you lowered your head, taking in more and more of him engorged length, until your lips met the cock ring and he flexed against the back of your throat.

Merlin, how you loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth. How you loved to choke on his length, while still being fully in control of him. It gave you a sense of power and control that you so desperately craved.

Regulus’ whines and whimpers filled the quiet room as you began to bob your head on him. Tears filled his eyes as he started to feel so dangerously close to his release. But you would never let him get off that easily. That dastardly ring still clamped around the base of him, stopping him from reaching the release he so craved.

You lifted off him with a soft pop, licking your lips as Regulus watched you, eyes drooping, but unable to look away. How could he look away when you looked so perfect?

Getting up and stepping forward, you straddled his lap, kissing him deeply. The lace of your panties rubbed against his aching cock so perfectly as you kissed him, holding his head in your hands, fingers tousled in his soft curls.

Without warning, you moved your panties to the side, and sunk down on him. Regulus choked out a moan as your warmth enveloped him, your tight walls squeezing around him as you eased yourself onto him. You breathed a moan into his ear, burying your face in his shoulder he throbbed inside of your tight cunt.

A single tear dripped down his cheek as you clenched around his sensitive cock and he whimpered softly as you then began to kiss and nibble on his bare shoulder, up to the crook of his neck, which you sucked on harshly.

Without warning, you lifted yourself up off him, until your soaked cunt was only around the pink tip of him, before you slammed back down, smiling into his neck as he cried out in pleasure.

You began to ride him, moving your hips so that his cock would almost slip out of your wet heat before it swallowed him back in.

Regulus couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his flushed cheeks. He was inside of you, balls deep in your warm, wet cunt, but he still couldn’t cum. With that damned cock ring still at the base of him, he couldn’t fill you, feel how you would mewl and shake as you both came together.

“Please-” He managed to cry, his voice desperate.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, smiling at the marks you had left on the pale skin, before looking into his pleading eyes.

“No.”

#regulus black x reader #sub regulus black #sub!regulus black #regulus black #regulus black fanfiction

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iris-black13 · 12 days

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In honour of Merlin trending for literally no reason today, I would like to share my theories that I came up with during my recent rewatch. (I'm only up to season 3 right now so there really aren't that many theories yet.)

1. Merlin and Arthur 100% fell in love with each other in season 1, but they aren't aware of it at all.

2. Merlin is so gay. I'm not sure if he knows it or not, but Merlin is not attracted to women. Every time he's seemed interested in a woman, it's because she's been a powerful sorceress or a magical creature. Speaking of Freya; his only real female love interest, what he loves about her is that he sees himself in her. He feels a sense of kinship towards her as someone who is trapped and hunted for something out of her control. I don't think he feels any actual romantic love for her. He loves her, sure. But I think he's confusing romantic love for something else. (But idk I could be wrong.)

3. I don't think the Morgana we got back after her disappearance is the same Morgana we had pre S2E12. I think she probably died and came back wrong. Because otherwise the personality difference is too drastic. Her relationship with Gwen for instance. It makes sense if she didn't forgive Merlin for what he did, but why is she so mean to Gwen?? Gwen was her best friend and maybe even her first love? Morgana was never classist before season 3, but afterwards she acts like Gwen is lesser than and it just doesn't make sense. Anyway that's my in-universe explanation for her terrible shift in character.

4. This is the most important one. Merlin doesn't realize he's in love with Arthur until some time shortly before the season 2 finale. Before the finale, Merlin is happy to cheer on the romance between Arthur and Gwen. Two of his best friends fell in love! Why wouldn't he be happy? Even if they think there's no future for their relationship, he's more than happy to help them get together because Merlin believes in loving who you want to love.

Now, I could go on about how falling in love with Gwen is basically Arthur's way of expressing his repressed feelings for Merlin since Gwen and Merlin are of the same social standing and since Gwen is a woman he can experience the love he could have had with Merlin if it was allowed, but I won't do that. This ain't about him. What's important is that Merlin, in the season 2 finale- knows he's in love with Arthur, and that Arthur can't love him back. After the finale, he's still happy to help his friends in their affections for each other, but his bright goofy smile is gone. It's replaced with this melancholy smile and a hesitant voice.

I'm so serious right now. If you don't believe me, just go rewatch seasons 2 and 3 and see the shift in his demeanor yourself. He actively avoids them when they're interacting in season 3. In- I think it was the changeling episode, at the end, Arthur and Merlin walk into a hallway at the bottom of the staircase. They both see Gwen on the staircase, and when Arthur starts up the stairs, Merlin immediately leaves. It's not a "I'll give them their space" moment. It's a "I can't be here right now" kind of moment. He doesn't even try to stick around to protect Arthur on their date in the episode where Morgana frames Gwen for witchcraft. (and don't even get me started on that episode of my god.) Normally, he would stick around in the shadows to make sure nothing goes wrong and they aren't attacked or anything. It's weird that he doesn't try to stick around!

And oh my God. There are so many moments where Colin Morgan's acting just makes my heart ache. In the crystal caves, Merlin trying to banter with an unconscious Arthur while trying desperately to heal him makes me want to cry. And any time he's encouraging Gwen to follow her heart and be with Arthur just makes me ache. In the "...you still have feelings for him." And the "you like him. He likes you. Isn't that all that really matters?" I just can't.

Honestly, I could go on, but this post is already wordy enough. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin analysis #merlin spoilers #merlin 2008

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 4 months

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Fireworks and Flowers

Written for @jilymicrofics January, Day 1: Blossom 530 Words Read below or on AO3.

James found his wife in the front garden, sitting comfortably on the bottom step. Her eyes were closed, head tilted skyward as a soft rain pattered down in a melodic hum. He smiled at the sight, a bubble of warmth swelling within him that he was sure had little to do with the late summer heat.

“You’re up early.”

Her eyes flew open—bright and green and beautiful as ever—and a cascade of fireworks lit up inside James at the way they softened when they met his. He didn’t think he’d ever get over it—the way she looked at him. The way she still looked at him. It was a special sort of magic. Sacred, like a shrine. Warm, like an earthy fire. More potent and powerful than any charm a wand could conjure.

She smiled at him, tired but happy (having a newborn in the house—awe-inspiring as it no doubt was—was also rather exhausting, as it turned out), and the fireworks burst forth anew.

“The rain woke me,” she said.

She was sitting right in the midst of it, unflinching as the water splashed down upon her. James frowned.

“You’ll catch a cold, sitting out here in it.”

“It’s August, James.”

“Ah. Right. Silly me, then.”

Lily laughed—gentle and low—and tilted her head back again, basking in the water. “Lovely, isn’t it?”

“If you don’t wear glasses, perhaps,” James answered, squinting a little through the fog that was rapidly clouding his vision with each droplet that streaked down across the lenses of his specs.

She laughed again. “C’mere.”

He sat beside her, their shoulders brushing together, and felt her draw her wand, voice low when it muttered the Impervius Charm.

His vision cleared up—and what a vision it was—Lily sliding back into focus beside him…her damp red hair glowing brilliantly in the rising sunlight.

“Better?”

“Much,” James smiled.

Her lips met his in a kiss—soft and delicate—and James could feel the warmth of it radiating in his bones.

“Look what I found,” she said, when she pulled away.

James followed where she pointed, smile deepening when his gaze found the little orange flower she was indicating—bright and glistening with water, its small petals only just beginning to blossom.

“It’s mallowsweet,” she breathed, her voice low—reverential. “Its use in potion-making is endless, James. Endless. There’s so much we can do with it—so much we can make. In fact, there’s this Potioneer, in Wales…”

James looked away from the plant, gaze settling once again on the breathtaking sight of Lily. Her entire face was lit up when she spoke, recounting to him—in a tone of such wonder—the various experimental potions she’d read about that used that orange flower.

More fireworks sparked inside James as she talked.

Merlin, he loved it when she spoke about Potions.

Her explanation stopped only when she ran out of breath. She smiled again, eyes darting back to the blossoming flower. “It’ll be a little while still before I can brew anything with it,” she sighed. “But it’s also just…beautiful, don’t you think?”

James didn’t look at the plant, eyes locked unwaveringly on his wife beside him. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Beautiful.”

#been awhile since I wrote a micro!!#excited to be diving back into it!!#jily #jily ficlet #jple

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rainbowsmagicandshit · 14 days

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Fanfic prompt/idea:

Mordred is Emrys (not really tho)

(Super long. TL;DR at bottom)

Someway, somehow, Arthur and his knights (Leon, Elyan, Percy, Gwaine, mordred) + Merlin meet someone while they’re away from the citadel who tells them about Emrys. Might be someone trying to kill them and boasting about the all mighty Emrys or might be a friendly, peaceful magical person who stopped for a chat or something else, choice is yours. Anyway, that night as they eat dinner around the campfire, they start talking about this Emrys. At first they’re like “that’s kooky” and laughing but then Percival speaks up quietly and a bit nervously. He says that while he’s sought sanctuary for the night or a few days in Druid camps before he became a knight, he’s heard about Emrys. Now, everyone is actually interested instead of just laughing it off.

Arthur: tell me more.

Percy: well.. the druids highly respect this man almost as if he’s a deity. I don’t know too much, and it’s been a while. I do remember that everyone knew about him no matter which Druid camp it was, even the children. It seems they tell a lot of stories about him to their young’uns.

Arthur: anything else?

Percy: sorry, sire, that’s all I remember. But if you really want to know more you could try to ask the druids.

They all became quiet and continued to eat, Merlin and Mordred relieved this conversation is over. …Until,

Arthur, remembering Mordred is a Druid: Mordred, you’re a Druid. Do anything about this?

Mordred and Merlin: *sweating bullets just wanting this dangerous topic over with* *glances at each other nervously*

Gwaine: WHA? Mordred, you’re a Druid?! You’ve been hold holdin’ out on us, mate!

Arthur realizes that Mordred’s heritage had not, in fact been a known thing, but they’ve made peace with the druids, it’ll be fine.

Mordred, nervously: oh, um, yes, I am…

The knight all take a few moments to be like “wow… never would’ve guessed” and “aren’t druids normally peaceful people? How you become a knight?”

Arthur, wanting to get things back on track: so, Mordred, do you know anything?

Mordred, nervousness increasing, knowing Merlin doesn’t want Arthur to know who he is, but not wanting to lie to his king, eyes darting between the two and all over the camp: uh…um… I… uh, I..I… I guess, yes. *Merlin’s glare intensifies*

Arthur, not noticing Merlin’s death glare at Mordred: tell me more.

Mordred, trying to figure out what to say to satisfy his king’s curiosity but not incur Emrys’ wrath (Emrys already hates him enough for some reason, he doesn’t want to make it worse): well… um, there’s… well there’s Emrys… and there’s this prophecy involving him. Most druids know of it; it’s centuries old.

Percival: oh, that’s right… Something about a magical king, right?

Mordred: the Once And Future King.

Gwaine: hold on a minute.. that sounds familiar… Ah! That’s right! I heard about it from a storyteller at a tavern once. I thought it was an odd name so it stuck. It’s a love story, right?

Mordred, nervously glancing between Merlin and Arthur (Merlin now looking at Gwaine with exasperation): um… I don’t know if that’s what it is.. but there definitely is a deep bond between Emrys and the Once And Future King.

Arthur: continue.

Mordred, trying to stay focused on Arthur instead of the once again glaring warlock beside him: so the prophecy says that the Once And Future King will unite the land of Albion, return magic to the land, and bring about a golden age of peace and prosperity for all. And Emrys is foretold to help him. * internally: please let be enough to satisfy him🥺😣😖*

Elyan: so the stories are about this king and Emrys is just there to help?

Mordred, sweating: um…

Gwaine: if that’s the case shouldn’t you druids be worshiping the king instead?

Sounds of agreement around the fire.

Leon to Mordred: is there more to us than that?

Mordred, under curious and intense gazes again: uh, yes… Emrys is a very powerful, immoral warlock said to—

“IMMORTAL??!!!” Merlin squawked, surprised.

Mordred, very nervous, whispers: ….um…yes………. *telepathically: did you not know?*

Merlin, telepathically: I am not immoral.

Mordred, telepathically: it’s what the prophecies say

Merlin, telepathically: they’re wrong

Mordred, telepathically: …um,, there’s a lot who say you are.

Merlin, telepathically: No. I’m NOT. I can’t be immortal. That’s ridiculous.

Mordred, telepathically: they say you are. That’s why the call you Emrys.

Merlin and Mordred continue to glare and the knights and Arthur look on wondering when those two got close enough to communicate only looks and without talking. Arthur is not jealous. Not. At. All. That would be ridiculous.(Yes he is, he’s the only one who’s supposed to communicate with Merlin silently. How dare Mordred)

Suddenly Merlin stands up: I’m going to wash the dishes *aggressively goes around the camp and grabs everyone’s dishes, then stomps into the woods to a nearby stream*

Arthur: you were saying Mordred?

Mordred: oh, right! Yes, so Emrys is said to be the most powerful warlock to ever live. He and the Once And Future King are said to be equals and without him the Golden Age can’t happen. While the Once And Future King is the king, Emrys is said to be his advisor and teacher of sorts. He also protects the Once And Future King and supports him any way he can.

The knights and king look thoughtful taking in this information. They ask Mordred more questions, just little stuff and clarifications, and Mordred, relaxing that he’s getting through this without blowing Emrys’ identity let it slip that “the time of the prophecy is upon us” and that Arthur is said to be the Once And Future King. Whoops.

Everyone around the campfire is now totally interested in this and wanting to know if it’s true and Mordred’s like “um… yeah, that’s what everyone is saying…” and REALLY wanting this conversation to be over with before he slips up about Merlin. He’s also really glad Merlin is still washing their dishes far enough away that he can’t hear the conversation.

Of course, just as Gwaine asks “if Arthur’s this Once And Future King, the where’s this Emrys guy?” Merlin returns in time to hear it.

Merlin, glaring at Mordred: what?

Mordred, telepathically: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! 🥺

The group fills Merlin in on what he missed while Mordred continues to apologize endlessly. The knights then go back to asking Mordred about Emrys and he tries to navigate the questions without giving anything away while also dealing with a furious Merlin in his head telling him to “FIX THIS NOW!! And don’t you tell Arthur who I am!!” The poor boy!

Mordred continues to navigate the conversation mostly emphasizing how loyal Emrys is and how he and the Once And Future King are said to have a strong bond and there’s nothing to worry about when they start to question if Emrys is a threat. Eventually someone (probably Gwaine) brings up that Emrys doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job of protecting Arthur considering how other he’s encountered by magical thing. And Mordred, who knows how busy Merlin is and how hard he’s been working to protect Arthur (and that’s just since he’s become a knight! He knows there’s so much more he doesn’t know and is in even more awe of Emrys for handling it all) sees Merlin look over at Gwaine like he’s actually concerning strangling the man, says, “he’s very busy! And, he’s just one man! He’s really trying his best!!”

Mordred doesn’t realize what he said wrong and why everyone is quietly looking at him like that until Arthur asks, “You know him?”

Mordred, who just realized that he did kinda just admit to knowing a very powerful, immoral warlock to a king and his knights that are of a kingdom where magic is punishable by death: ……………uh

Arthur, realizing why Mordred looks so terrified: Mordred I understand you are a Druid and have grown up on stories of this man. I will not punish you for knowing him. I’m sure you’ve met many sorcerers.

Mordred, letting out a big breath of relief: thank you, sire. And yes, I have met him.

Arthur, nodding: I see. And he is in Camelot?

Mordred: yes, sire. He’s been working very hard to keep you and Camelot safe.

Arthur, looking at his other knights: I’ve never heard of anyone in the kingdom by that name, any of you?

Leon: he’s likely using a fake name.

Arthur: hmm. Yes that makes sense.

Mordred, wondering if he messed up again: uh, sire? Is something wrong?

Arthur, looking back at Mordred, and trying to reassure him: I wouldn’t really say something is wrong, per say, but the fact that there is an unknown and powerful sorcerer hiding in Camelot is something I need to be aware of. Since you’ve met him, do you know who he’s hiding out as?

Mordred, glancing subtly at Merlin who’s glaring at him threatening again, realizing he really f’ed up: ……

Arthur, realizing Mordred does know who Emrys is: who is he, Mordred?

Mordred: ……

Arthur, starting to lose his patience: Mordred. Who is he? Or does your loyalty lie with him first and me, your king, second?

Mordred, startled: No! That’s not it at all, sire! I’m very loyal to you! I swear it!

Arthur: then…

Mordred, sheepishly: well… in the prophecy you two are equals, so I’ve always weighed your words and orders as equal as well. And Emrys asked me not to reveal him, so…

Arthur: ……

The knights: ……

Merlin, telepathically: you’re not done yet, keep going. The prat’s not going to leave it at that.

Arthur, trying to figure out how to word it: Mordred… you do realize that that is…. worse, right?

Mordred: ????

Arthur: there is someone who one of my knights has valued their words as equal to my own who I have never met and know next to nothing about and who is a sorcerer. I have not appointed this man and if he were to contradict one of my orders… Do see how I really need to know who this man is?

Mordred: …but he’s loyal to you…🥺

Arthur, wondering if he’s actually going to have to turn this into an official interrogation: Mordred.

Tension rises again as Arthur keeps pushing and Merlin starts yelling in his head again and Mordred just Doesn’t Know What To Do. Please make this stop! Until he can’t take it anymore and just blurts out, “I’M EMRYS!!”

Silence.

Mordred can’t believe he just said that. Did he actually just claim to be THE Emrys? It feels sacrilegious. He peeks over at Merlin, but the man seems just as shocked as the rest of them at this development and raises an eyebrow in question.

Mordred, telepathically: …sorry? I didn’t know what to say…

Merlin, telepathically: ..no, im not mad at that. I am a bit curious about where you’ll go with this though…

Arthur: you’re Emrys?

Mordred, with Merlin’s permission to continue: yes. I’m Emrys.

Gwaine, whistles: damn mate, you’ve really been holding out on us!

Everyone looks at Mordred in a new light, trying to reconcile what they already knew about him with this new information.

Arthur: so you have magic then?

Mordred, nervously: yes.

More silence.

Gwaine, very interested and not at all wary: lots of it too being the most powerful and thought of as a deity.

Mordred, who is quite powerful, but not on Emrys’ level, obviously: yeah, I suppose.

After a bit more of an awkward and tense conversation of stilted sentences, and some debate about magic, Mordred and Merlin finally relax at the fact they’re both keeping their heads and the true identity of Emrys is secret. It was pretty much decided that Mordred had already sworn fealty to Arthur when he became a knight and even saved the king’s life in the Northern Plains, so he was most likely still trustworthy even though he was a sorcerer. Arthur and the knights are surprisingly okay with this turn of events; they’re still tense, but no one’s drawn their sword. Gwaine even asks Mordred to do some magic, and with Arthur’s very tense go ahead, Mordred levitates a water skin for a bit much to Gwaine’s delight. Gwaine keeps asking Mordred to do more magic as they head back to the castle like make things float and light some campfires.

I was thinking that it will mostly be about the antics from this point and how it would change things for the better. Like, now Merlin needs to enlist Mordred in his secret magical adventures and work together to keep Arthur and Camelot safe. The two would make such a funny dynamic. Merlin being all huffy and suspicious but begrudgingly including him while Mordred is so happy at being able to help his idol out, a dream come true for him.

The group ABSOLUTELY keeps Mordred’s magic and him being Emrys thing a secret at first, not sure when that’ll change but it definitely will. Gwaine probably spills about the prophecy and Arthur being the once and future king while he’s drunk in the tavern one night, but not about Mordred. The group eventually start warming up about magic and not being so wary of sorcerers since they’re now seeing Mordred using it to protect them so much. When the knights ask about what he’s done so far he tells them about Merlin’s achievements (with his permission, of course) and gets some more stories from him.

When the actual reveal comes it will be after word has already spread that Mordred is Emrys, so then Arthur and everyone will have to be like “no, that was a lie/misunderstanding, it’s actually Merlin” but people will still mistake Mordred for Emrys even years in the future. They’re never living this down.

Also there is DEFINITELY at least one scene where they go to a Druid camp and Arthur’s all like “yep, this is Mordred. Emrys” and the druids, telepathically, are like “boy, what are you doing? Mordred, you know you’re not Emrys.” And Mordred’s like “I have permission…” so the Druids subtly look at Merlin and he’s like “yeah, he’s got permission, just go with it” So, they do.

There’s also going to be scenes where Arthur is trying to get to know Mordred better because they apparently are supposed to have a super strong bond or whatever and yes, he and Mordred do have a bond, but he wouldn’t say it was any different than his bonds with his other knights and is all confused by it. And when he’s confiding in Merlin about it, he advises to not try and force it.

I know this is season 5 and Arthur and Gwen are married, BUT if you decide to go the merthur route, there can even be some prophecies about Emrys and the once and future king being soulmates and destined to be together or something. That would make Arthur even more confused/troubled because while Mordred is only a little over a decade younger than him (I headcanon that Arthur was 20-21 in 1st season and Mordred ~7-10) and age gaps that big weren’t unheard of, he just can’t look at Mordred that way. He’s too much like an innocent little puppy or something. Merlin is probably mortified because he can’t believe they have prophecies about his love life and why was he only finding out about this NOW?

Also, LANCELOT!!! Maybe there’s some way to actually bring him back from the dead. Or, there could be some scenes of him in Avalon watching this comedy unfold and talking and laughing about it with Will and Fraya and whoever else has died. And they’re all shaking their heads at the crazy situations Merlin gets himself into.

TL;DR: It’s basically crack about Merlin and Mordred working together to pass Mordred off as Emrys with a side of fix-it.

In the future I might decide to write this myself, but I’m in the middle of reading TGCF and want to finish that and a couple other things before I rewatch Merlin. It’s been a couple years since my last rewatch so things are a little fuzzy and I don’t want to completely mischaracterize someone. So, here, take it. Do with this what you want, but let me know if you write this or something, cause it would be supper fun to read.

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mayberrycryptid · 2 months

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pix credit is @tailsticks on instagram. please keep credit if reblogging!

🎂March 10 is Steve’s birthday!!!🎂

I was planning to run some fandom bingos and challenges, but then I heard @trickster-archangel 's cat is having major health issues. After they already lost two senior kitties last year😢

And we all know how Steve feels about both ohana and cats...

So, I am asking our fandom to give all of Steve’s gifts to @trickster-archangel this year instead. Gifts can be fanfic, pictures, art, gifs, fanvids, etc.

Please post your gifts the week of March 10 (march 10 through march 16) and tag them #h50 March 10

I am tagging as many H50 blogs both past and present as I can but tumblr only allows me to tag 50 blogs so please please please don't be offended if I didn't tag you:

@five-wow @stephmcx @cowandcalf @alohaspaceman @kristen9999 @hawaiifiveoh @teruel-a-witch @ellena-asg @bennyokelly @herveiwfromthefloor @bgharison @comfortfromyourpain @stellagioia @mcdannowave @mcdannoangelwolf @ankhsunamun @redgoldblue @anastablack @gatorasmus @incorrect-mcdanno @rahiodead @cowboymitchell @jacksadventuresinwriting @allh50allthetime @h50europe @h50bamf @itsmrvlxh50 @fyeahstevemcgarrett @bubblegumorthemoon @indiguus @mahalohanaloha @power-bottom-steve @danny-williams @twoonezero @merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale @bee1968-ch @the-itzy-bitzy-spider @confessionofashopaholic-blog @simplyn2deep @murphyhatesme @angels-c @grindy-cog @ilikemcdanno @annanight @mymcdanno @iolani-palace @peggyswilliams @pineappleinfestedparadise

#h50 #steve mcgarrett #hawaii five 0 #h50 march 10 #alex o'loughlin #🧂

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queer-ragnelle · 7 months

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to make changes to a story or to criticize it you have to first understand and respect it. arthurian legend exists on a wide spectrum the scope of which cannot be overstated. that’s not an excuse. try to interpret the deeper themes behind the layers of sometimes uncomfortable medieval subject matter anyway.

insofar as retellings go, merlin characterization varies wildly and i like many of them—from mary stewart’s asexual sweet thoughtful dad type to t. h. white’s silly weirdo old man to phyllis ann karr’s creepy inhuman predator type. i just need to be narratively convinced of it.

the movie sword of lancelot (1963) had a dagonet that told fun rhymes and offered worldly advice. king arthur (2004) dagonet was a stoic warrior with two lines of dialogue in the entire film and didn’t smile once. guess which film understood the material it drew from better and utilized the character in a meaningful way.

comprehension and respect is what sets john boorman’s excalibur (1981) at the top and leaves cursed (2020) wallowing at the bottom of the barrel. i’m not watching bc i heard the legendary sword excalibur was going to be on screen—i’m watching bc i want to become emotionally invested in a cleverly written character with lofty goals and interesting flaws wielding it. i want to root for them, imperfect though they be. but their faults have to be an intentional and thoughtful writing choice, not a result of poor planning on the creator’s part, and not an attempt to “fix” the medieval material and market to as broad an audience as possible. great king bad husband arthur succeeds where girlboss nimue fails.

i don’t want arthurian legend to suffer as greek mythology has suffered. i don’t want any of it watered down for modern sensibilities but neither do i want game of thrones 2. i don’t claim to be the final judge of what a “good” or “bad” arthurian adaptation is by any means. i like all of them! but i have read enough medieval literature and modern retellings and watched every film and show and documentary on the subject i can find, so i’m coming from that angle when i say a successful adaptation of medieval stories should act as a continuation of tradition. that can only be achieved when one considers the merit of the story above all else. capitalism will try to strangle it but we can’t let that happen. palatability or edginess for the sake of being palatable or edgy has no place in mythology and literary tradition.

all good stories are balanced, and the only way to be balanced is to admire the original stories and appreciate them for what they are, products of their time though they may be, and determine what the most compelling story you can tell with that material is. then write it down without any agenda in mind. it’s an art, not a science. so in the wake of booktok trends and weaksauce fantasy adaptations the likes of witcher (2019) and rings of power (2022) created by people who don’t like or understand the source material besieging our feeds, let’s create something beautiful. go forth and make stuff. gay knights and gay rights.

#arthurian legend #arthurian legends #arthuriana #king arthur #queen guinevere #sir lancelot #sir gawain #sir mordred #sir galahad #sir perceval #sir percival #sir dagonet #merlin #writing #writblr #writers of tumblr #my post

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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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How the HL boys react to f!MC wanting to peg them for the first time 👀

Sebastian, Ominis & Garreth

18+, obviously.

Sebastian

"Really?"

*devilish grin, giving her a smack on the bottom*

"Alright, then. What do we need?"

- totally up for it from the start

- sees it as an adventure and will enthusiastically help her get anything she needs

- slightly wary about the shift in power dynamic

- doesn't take long for him to surrender control once she gets going

- likes it rough from behind with lots of praise and dirty talk

- feels a little bit silly afterwards but absolutely craves more

Ominis

"Oh? Well, I can't say I've ever thought about it before but if it's something you want to explore I'm more than happy to."

*kisses her hand, smirking*

"There are a few things I have in mind, too."

- a little wary but will try it because it's something she really wants to do

- no problem letting her take control in this situation as he trusts her completely

- sees it as a bonding opportunity, prefers it to be deeply sensual

- likes spooning, with as much body contact as possible

- lots of aftercare

Garreth

"What?! I- uh- well, is that when you...right. Merlin. Okay."

*blushes furiously*

"I suppose it's only fair."

- absolutely terrified at first, doesn't know what to expect

- makes sure she knows not to tell anyone about it, his friends would never let him hear the last of it

- quickly realises just how good it feels and becomes his guilty pleasure

- he absolutely loves watching her fuck him, prefers her facing him

- in awe of how powerful she looks as she takes control

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow headcanon #ominis gaunt headcanon #garreth weasley headcanon

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sexy-sapphic-sorcerer · 7 days

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your takes are always so good and correct and i always really enjoy seeing them!! i was reading your tags about how merlin is a power bottom without taking note of who it was that had reblogged it and midway through reading the tags i was like “oh my god this person understands perfectly….. Wait .” and paused to scroll up and check if it was you

#opportunities for academic validation are few and far between once you graduate. unless you know where to look #merlin #bbc merlin

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frost-queen · 9 months

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My deepest regret (Male!Reader & Bridgerton eldest siblings)

Requested by: @los-angeles-71300, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: M!Reader is around Colin's age. During the duel it is you who get's shot at with a fatal impact. Anthony who is closest to you, freaks out and panics as he has really shot you. When you are unconscious he never leaves your side. Begging for your forgiveness and apologizing.

“We must hurry!” – you shouted loud, arms flapping at the intensity of you holding the reins. Not far from you was Daphne riding her horse. The hood of her cloak already fallen off. She was panting loud, her body motioning to the rhythm of the horse. – “Who’s foolish idea was this?” – you called out tensing your jaw. Looking sharply behind you to your brother Colin who was trying his best to keep up. – “I swear!” – he replied kicking his horse to go faster. – “I had no idea brother.” – he continue, his horse’s head close to your horse’s back.

“Yaa!” – you outed kicking your horse. It neighed loud, kicking up a notch. Patches of earth ungrasping from its soil as it tackled underneath the hooves. – “I swear if any of you do something as foolish as this!” – you made clear yelling at your siblings. Colin nervously swallowed. You were but a few months older then him yet, the power in your voice now made him tremble to the bone. Briefly he saw Anthony resemble in you.

Daphne was riding in front as your horse easily caught up with her. The beast snorting loud as a puff of air blew out of his nostrils. Sweat creeping up on the body where the saddle was. Your horse was giving his every might, known for his strength and velocity. Daphne gaped while your horse came passing hers. Colin met up with her, riding in sync with her. – “Hurry!” – you yelled, riding towards a stream breaking two parts of land. – “Y/n you aren’t serious!” – Colin called out with worry.

Daphne gasped already slowing her horse a bit down. Tensing your jaw, you lifted your bottom up. Your horse leaped front legs pulled in as your legs followed the movement of the horse’s body work. Knees contracting up and untensing. Colin and Daphne gasping loud, fearing you might not make it. Hooves thumped loud on the ground, breaking earth loose. You got sat back down from velocity. You could feel the power of your horse in it’s back legs. The strength of the muscles working. –“Yaa!” – you called out as your horse ran further. – “We have to jump!” – Colin told Daphne.

“I…I…I can’t.” – he breathed out, pulling her horse to a stop near the stream. Her horse neighed loud, hooves up as it thumped them back down. Colin slowed down as well, allowing his horse to circle hers. – “We have no choice! Do you wish for Anthony to be hurt? Simon?” – Colin said in a clear voice to her. Daphne shook her head. – “No!” – she forced out. – “Then you must jump! We have no time to loose sister. I wish we could take a safer route, but we don’t have that privilege!” – Colin said continue to circle around her.

“Y/n is on his way alone! It is dangerous Daphne…I…I”- he couldn’t get the words out, suddenly at a loss of air. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to find his voice again. – “If I must go alone further I shall, but I am not letting Y/n ride in there on his own!” – Colin signaled his horse to turn back. – “I will not take any chances.” – he said turning his horse back around after a decent amount of runway.

“Yaaa!” – he kicked his horse, hands flapping with the reins. The horse neighing loud as it started galloping towards the stream. – “Colin!” – Daphne called out as his horse made the jump. He fell back in his saddle, almost flung over the head as he quickly balanced himself by leaning back. His horse continued giving him little time to recover or think about what he just did. He was used to riding, just not mindlessly jumping over streams. – “Your call sister!” – she heard him shout across the stream.

Daphne took a deep breath. Cliquing her tongue, she signaled her horse to do the same. With a scream she jumped across, her eyes half shut. Her horse kicked on as she bounced in the saddle, trying to find a steady rhythm once more. It took a few attempts to find her steadiness. Fully dedicated once more, she rushed after Colin. You were panting. Heart beating so loud it felt like knocking out of your chest. Sweat forming on your forehead and in your neck. – “Anthony you fool.” – you breathed out hoarse.

If you had known sooner of the duel your brother had planned to secure your sisters reputation, you would’ve stopped him. You weren’t sure yet how, but anything was better than having a damn duel over it. And to think he convinced Benedict to help him. You for sure thought your brother had more sense. Guns were never the solution. Apparently it never crossed their minds that anyone could get hurt or worse killed.

You would have to live with that then. With the notion that your brother died foolishly at the hands of a gun. A gun his best friend happened to be wielding. Foolish Anthony, foolish! Groaning you tried for the thoughts to not mess with your head. You needed to have a clear mind for this and do nothing rational. But act with precision and a calm mind. If emotions ran high, it might lead to a misstep. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Colin in the distance.

Another horse not far behind. Good, your siblings had decided to come. You very much needed them to convince Anthony to stop this madness. You hoped it wouldn’t be much further. Crossing land field after another to reach the dueling point. Breathing loud, you wiped some sweat of your forehead.

Your horse was still very much giving his all as you knew he couldn’t keep holding the same pace forever. Eventually he will exhaust out, coming to a full stop unable to move any further. That couldn’t happen as you needed to stop it. Stop the madness. You just hoped you were getting close. Reach it before your horse could surrender to the muscle pain and exhaustion.

Squinting your eyes you saw it. Between the trees. Anthony and Simon with their backs turned to each other. By the tree stood Benedict. – “On my count!” – you heard him call. His voice echoing over the silent spread of the green fields. – “No!” – you shouted pushing your horse to go just that little further. Benedict started counting as Anthony and Simon parted. Benedict’s voice deafened in your mind as you could only hear your own breathing.

The soft thumping of hooves on the sturdy ground as you galloped towards the battlefield. Chest beating with the movement of the galop. Everything seemingly slowing down. Blinking rapidly as your vision didn’t seem to focus. You weren’t thinking what you were going to do. All you knew was that you needed to stop this duel. One way or another. – “One!” – Benedict shouted as Simon and Anthony turned. You closed your eyes as your horse ran across the duel.

Bang! A loud piercing sound echoing across the green fields. A flock of birds startled from up the tree, making an escape for it. Your body fell side-ways as your horse gave in. Sending you down with his entire weight. Simon and Anthony’s eyes widening as they lowered their guns. Your body slamming against the ground with a loud thud. The world gone quiet.

Anthony stared with wide eyes of shock at you. Head trembling as he withheld a firm shake of his head. – “Y/n!” – he shouted, urging his feet to get in motion. Benedict gasped loud dropping to his knees. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – Anthony called out, rushing over to you. He gasped loud seeing you lay underneath the horse. – “Help me!” – Anthony cried out, looking frantically around. Simon came to his assistance as well as Benedict. Simon took one side as Benedict joined Anthony’s. Together they pushed to get the horse off you. – “Dear God!” – Colin and Daphne arrived, pulling their horse to a stop.

Colin jumped off to help. Daphne got off of hers, running over. All groaning they used all their strength to push the horse off you. It had fallen on you when you had fallen. The shot startling it. The horse jumped up and out of the way. Anthony and Benedict leaned back for the horse to run off. Daphne gasped loud, hand to her mouth in shock as she was the first to see it. Your brothers and Simon looked down at you, eyes widening at the small forming red stain on your shirt.

“Y/n!” – Anthony called out frantically kneeling closer to you. He cupped his arm underneath your head to lift yours a bit up. You tried to smile, sputtering out blood. – “You utter fool.” – you forced out, teeth stained with blood. Simon took of his vest, pressing it down on your gunshot wound. You called it out in pain, biting down hard to shout any swear words.

“I…I’m so sorry…” – Anthony said shakily, holding your head. Your chest spasmed as you wanted to keep a cough in. It came out anyways as it hurt like hell. – “I…I’m really sorry.” – Anthony repeated overwhelmed with guilt. – “This is all your fault!” – Daphne shouted. Simon looked up to her with a deep exhale. – “You and your stupid duels, look where it has gotten us!” – she was angry, beyond angry as to speak. Benedict tried to calm her down, seeing how close she was to freaking out.

The moment he held her, shushing her quietly, she broke down in tears. – “Please…” – she said gesturing at you. – “I know… he will be alright sister.” – Benedict reassured her. – “What if he does not?” – she replied in a panic. – “This is all your fault!” – she kicked some dirt at Anthony out of spite. Anthony jumped up as Colin took his place by your side. – “You think I don’t know that!”- Anthony shouted. – “If Y/n dies on us, I would never be able to forgive myself. I pulled the trigger Daphne! I killed our brother!” – Anthony yelled raging with emotion.

“I…I am not dead yet.” – you chuckled out, feeling a sting of pain. Colin could slap you for still making jokes while on the brink of death. – “Y/n stop talking.” – Simon ordered, clearly the only one sane enough to function. He kept pressing on your wound to hold back the bleeding. You nodded, sputtering out more blood. Chin and mouth already stained. Your entire body was trembling from shock.

Breath quickening through your nostrils, chest pulsating up and down rapidly. Colin shushed you, stroking his thumb near your eye as he caught a tear ready to roll down. – “We need to move him.” – Colin said to Simon. – “We can’t. We can’t him risking more blood, he already lost some.” – Simon answered.

“We have to move him! He needs help or he dies!” – Colin shouted getting the attention of the others again. Anthony turned around sharply. – “He needs help! He needs to sit up!” – Anthony said. – “He can’t.” – Simon replied. – “Y/n up! I…I’ll ride with him. Make sure he stays awake.” – Anthony rambled on, planning it all strategically. – “You aren’t listening to me!” – Simon yelled bursting through his rambling. – “If we move him, he could lose a lot more blood. He could die Anthony!” – Simon glared coldly at his friend.

“Is that what you want?” – Anthony shook his head. – “I…I’ll be fine…” – you breathed out touching Simon’s arm. – “Help…help me on that horse.” – you told them, already lifting your head up, flinching at the intense pain. Simon wanted to protest gladly, but he also knew if you didn’t find help soon, you’d be marked for dead. – “Alright.” – he said moving a bit so he could wrap his vest around your stomach to stop the bleeding. Colin and Simon helped you on your feet. You could barely stand up straight, hand clutching the wound.

Already a stain of blood coming through on Simon’s vest. Anthony got his horse, guiding it to you. With the help of the three of them, got you hoisted up in the saddle. Feeling lightheaded, you nearly fell forwards if Simon hadn’t stopped you. Anthony climbed on the horse behind you, taking the reins. – “Ride as fast as you can. I’ll reach a physician and bring him to your house!” – Simon ordered. Anthony nodded as his horse stepped restlessly around. – “Go!” – Simon smacked his horse sending it off.

“Keep your eyes open Y/n!” – Anthony called out, squeezing his arms around you so you wouldn’t fall. – “Bro…Brother…” – you breathed out, head bobbing at the movement as you lacked the strength to hold it upright. The green fields became a blur to you as you couldn’t focus your vision on it. – “Stay awake Y/n! We are going to get you help! I promise…I…I am so sorry!” – Anthony had to force himself not to cry. He couldn’t afford it as he needed his mind clear and sharp. Clutching your stomach, the blood staining through Simon’s vest already inked your hand in red.

A dizzy feeling swirling up. – “An…Anthony…” – you said softly. – “Save your strength!” – Anthony reminded you, kicking his horse to go faster. Your eyelids weighed down as you weren’t sure for how much longer you were going to be able to keep them open. If this was the last time you could speak your mind, now was the time. – “I…I…” – you tried to speak needing a lot of effort for it. – “I forgive you…” – you spoke making Anthony widen his eyes. Then your entire body went limp, bending forwards as Anthony had to hold you tighter.

“Y/n!” – he cried out. – “Wake up! Wake up brother! Wake up!” – he screamed out fighting off his tears. – “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” – he cried out, hating himself for pulling the trigger and accidently shooting you. Anthony screamed out a gut-wrenching cry. He never meant to shoot you. You weren’t supposed to be there. It was all his fault. If only someone had talked him out of it. He wouldn’t be at the brink of losing the brother he loved closest. The brother he felt truly connected with. The brother he dared show his emotions. The one who could make him laugh so hard, his stomach would hurt.

The horrors were still playing in his mind. Over and over while waiting by your bed. Your siblings had come in and out while you were unconscious, yet Anthony was the only remaining thing in the room. Never leaving the chair he had pulled up to your bed. Elbows resting on your bed, he prayed for you to come through. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if you didn’t. – “Please… wake up Y/n… I need you…” – he sniffled quietly, begging you to come through.

“Come home.” – he whispered taking your hand. He clutched it between his grip, blinking his tears away. – “If…if” – he wasn’t sure where this came from, but he spoke it out anyways. – “If you don’t want to come home… I…I understand… I…I let you go…” – he sniffed loud, looking up to the ceiling, moving your entangled hand under his chin. – “But please… come home.” – he sputtered out sobs, lowering his head.

“I’m home.” – you whispered out, slowly opening your eyes. Anthony’s eyes widened as he frantically lifted his head up. – “Y/n!” – he called out loud, startling you. He immediately started to cry wrapping his arms around you. You groaned in pain, tapping his arm to get him off you. Anthony pulled back, wiping his tears away. – “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please… forgive me brother…I never meant to…I” – he blurted out, not sure what to say first. Apologize or beg for forgiveness.

“Please forgive me… please say you can forgive me… I hate myself for shooting you… I never meant… please… I beg of you… forgive me brother… I’m so sorry. So sorry.” – he squeezed your hand tight, lowering his head humble, begging. You softly smiled patting him on the hand with your weak hand. – “Like I said…I forgive you…” – you told him. Anthony sputtered out sobs, trying to smile between his tears. You opened your arms to him, welcoming him for a hug.

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