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helloalycia · 8 months

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the king’s ward [three] // morgana pendragon

summary: as you wait for your brother to recover, you're stuck in Camelot and happen to get spend a little more time with Morgana in the process.

warning/s: mentions of blood, injury and kidnapping.

author's note: and here’s part 3! a lil cute one for those reading 🥰

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By the time we reached Camelot, Y/B/N could barely stand, instead slipping from Gwen's grasp. When we passed the threshold of the front gates, I had to let Gwen and Morgana get him help as I stayed with him. He was unconscious, a puddle of blood on the back of his shirt and the arrow still lodged in his skin, stained. It could have looked worse than it was, but I was no healer, so I didn't know.

Soon enough, some knights returned and carried him on a stretcher, letting me follow. We were taken to the court physician, a kind man called Gaius who immediately got to work in treating my brother's wound. I tried to stay out of the way as he worked, but my eyes kept peering around as he removed the arrow, disinfected the wound, bandaged him up... the blood was a lot. Enough to concern me of his well-being.

"He just needs to rest," Gaius assured me, probably noticing my staring. "I've stopped the bleeding, though the arrow actually did most of that. You were right not to take it out."

I breathed out slowly, relieved. "Thank you so much, Gaius. I don't know what I would've done without your help. I thought he..." I couldn't even fathom it. Shaking my head, I met Gaius' stare. "Thank you."

He smiled and nodded. "Anything to help. Especially for the heroes who rescued the Lady Morgana and her handmaiden."

I didn't know what to say, not fond of the praise, so I took a seat beside Y/B/N's cot, watching as he slept. Sweaty, fatigued and bandaged, but alive.

It wasn't long before the doors to Gaius' quarters were opened suddenly, earning my attention. To my surprise, it was Prince Arthur himself, followed by Merlin. When Merlin caught my gaze, he offered a bright smile and a little wave, making me smile in return. Arthur looked both surprised and relieved to see me.

"Your highness," I said respectfully, bowing.

"I didn't think I'd see you again," he admitted. "But... thank you. You brought Morgana and Gwen home safe. Something not even my men and I could do."

"We couldn't just leave them," I said nonchalantly.

At the mention of my brother, his expression softened and he looked behind me. "How is he?"

"He'll be okay," I assured him. "Gaius did a perfect job. I'm grateful."

Arthur nodded. "Gaius is our very best physician. I'm glad he could get to your brother before it was too late." He paused, before asking, "What were you both doing out there?"

I shrugged, rubbing my arm with discomfort. "We were travelling, finding work. We take odd jobs, usually hired protection or entertainment. It's quick money. And plays to our best strengths."

Arthur cracked a smile, looking down with his hands on his hips. "I suppose you were always a good fighter."

I quirked a brow, wondering if he remembered when I quite literally kicked his arse, but chose not to comment.

"This will bring about a heavy reward," he continued, looking to me. "I'll see to it myself."

I shook my head. "You may have mistaken my words. I wasn't implying anything. I don't want a reward."

"You saved the King's Ward," he reminded me. "That's worth a lot."

"Her life is safe, as is Gwen's," I stated. "That's reward enough. I just want my brother to be okay."

He frowned, confused, but nodded. "If you're sure..."

"I am."

"Okay, well the King would love to thank you properly," he said, crossing his arms. "I'm sure you've had a long journey and will want to stay with your brother. The formalities can wait until tomorrow, if that's okay with you?"

I didn't want any formalities at all to be quite honest, but he was trying to be nice, so I simply nodded.

"Great," he said with finality, before nodding. "Merlin can set you up with a room for the night–"

"I'd prefer to stay with my brother tonight, if that's okay," I interrupted.

He seemed to understand. "Very well. We'll have it ready for you tomorrow then. Good evening, Y/N."

"See you tomorrow, my lord," I said with a small smile, before watching him leave.

I returned to my seat beside Y/B/N, staying close by just in case he needed me. Though now that I knew he'd be okay, all I could think about was Morgana and how she was doing. It had been so long since I'd seen her last – I was certain I'd never see her again, no matter how often I thought of her. And the way in which we met again wasn't one I ever could have imagined. The whole ordeal must have been terrifying – for both her and Gwen. I was only lucky Y/B/N and I found them when we did.

An hour passed with me sat with Y/B/N, thinking about everything and nothing at once; how we'd ended up back here in Camelot, or how long it would take for Y/B/N to get better before we had to leave; or what the King would say to me tomorrow, given the fact that he had never liked me; or about the Lady Morgana and that familiar warmth that spread through my chest when I saw her after so long.

And then just like that, the girl in question appeared at the door of Gaius' room, making me wonder if she was actually there or if my thoughts were running away from me.

"Y/N," she breathed out when she saw me, then let herself in.

Gaius, who was reading from one of his books at his desk, glanced up when he saw Morgana. She flashed him a smile, the two having seen each other earlier when he went to check over her and Gwen for injuries, and then returned her attention to me.

"How is he?" she asked with concern, grabbing a chair from the dining table and pulling it to sit beside me.

"Sleeping, but well," I answered with a tired smile. "Thanks to Gaius."

Relaxing, she smiled, and that's when I noticed how much more comfortable she looked now that she'd freshened up. "Good. I'm glad." And then her eyes flickered down my face, to my body, and to my arm. "You're hurt."

I furrowed my brows, following her stare, and realised there was a clean cut on my bicep, right through the fabric and slicing my skin. Deep maroon dried blood coated the frays of the fabric, along with my arm, and I barely felt anything signalling there was a wound. Shrugging, I looked back to Morgana.

"It's nothing," I told her, planning to leave it as is, though I knew the dangers of doing so. I was just too tired to do much more.

"It's an open wound, not nothing," she said with disapproval, dark eyes fixing me with a stare. "Gaius!"

"Morgana–"

"Yes?" Gaius called back, and I sighed when she began to ask him for help.

After narrowing my eyes at her, which didn't seem to faze her at all, I was forced to allow Gaius to clean and bandage my arm, as well as check me out for any other hidden injuries I'd missed. Once I was deemed okay by both him and Morgana, I was allowed to return to my seat.

"Satisfied?" I asked rhetorically when Morgana took her seat beside me.

"Very," she answered anyway. "I'm sure your brother would be, too."

I huffed quietly, leaning back in my seat as I stared at him. A silence fell between us and though I'd usually want to speak to her, I was too exhausted to think of anything to say.

"I owe you my life," she said, and I looked to her, unprepared to be met with how stunning she looked by the candlelight.

"You don't," I told her, recovering from my temporary stupor. "You were in danger and I helped. That's all."

Her eyes didn't leave mine, a golden-green piercing me with intrigue. "You're even better than before. Your fighting, I mean. There were half a dozen bandits and you fought them off easily."

I shrugged, unsure what to say, and forced myself to look away. She was making me nervous all of a sudden.

"What have you been up to all this time?" she asked curiously.

I told her just as I'd told Arthur, though it was a little embarrassing this time around, solely because it wasn't impressive to her and all I wanted was to do just that.

"Y/B/N takes the lead in arranging any jobs we get," I finished, my eyes fixed on my hands playing before me. "Nobody trusts a woman to handle a sword, hence the masks. If they think I'm a guy, they pay us."

"That's their loss then," she said with conviction, and it made me smile because her belief in me had always been sweeter than I deserved.

Not wanting to talk about me any longer, I glanced up at her. "You look well."

She shrugged. "I've been okay. I'm just glad to see you again."

And there was that warmth again, blossoming in my chest at both her words and the way she was looking at me. It could have been my tiredness or simply the fact that she was the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on, ever, but I couldn't look away from her. The golden glow of the flickering candles made shadows dance across her cheekbones and her eyes were shards of emerald glass, twinkling and sharp as they stared through me. Suddenly, it didn't matter how we'd ended up here, just that we did, for it meant I could witness her beauty one more time.

"Y/N, if you wish to stay here tonight, you can have Merlin's bed," Gaius informed me, pulling me from my moment of admiration. Probably for the best, otherwise it would have been way too easy to get lost in Morgana.

"Thank you, Gaius, I appreciate it," I said, looking over at him in his corner of the room.

He nodded briefly before busying himself with work once more. Meanwhile, Morgana seemed to realise how late it was and reluctantly looked away, pressing her lips together. I forced myself to look away, pushing any thoughts of kissing her from my mind.

"I can't imagine how tired you must be," she said softly. "I'll leave you to it, Y/N. Sleep tight."

"You too," I returned, a heat creeping up my neck the longer I studied her figure; the purse of her lips, the shape of her jaw, the cut of her dress that exposed her collarbone and the milky-white of her pale skin.

Her hand suddenly pressed to mine and she squeezed gently, lips curving into a small smile, before she let go and left. I exhaled slowly, glad she'd left because my feelings for her were only heightening with every interaction we shared and I didn't know what to do.

When I found myself stood before the King the next morning, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I missed Y/B/N, who was given bed rest until his injury got better, and I didn't want to stand here as the King struggled to thank me for something I didn't want thanks for.

"It wasn't a problem," I told him after he managed to muster the words. "Quite easy, in fact. I'm just glad the Lady Morgana and Gwen are safe."

Uther nodded, side-eyeing me. "I'm sure. Those bandits... they took my knights by surprise. Otherwise they would have had it under control."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his need to justify everything. "I'm sure of it, my lord."

Clearly unimpressed, the King met my gaze with a tense jaw. "Here's your reward."

As he nodded to his left, a servant stepped forward holding a bag – of money, no doubt.

"I don't want anything," I said as politely as I could. Especially not from him, I wanted to add.

"Y/N, please reconsider," Arthur said, stepping forward and giving me a pleading look. "We can't send you away with nothing."

"You're not," I told him. "My brother has somewhere to rest up and I have somewhere to stay until he is better. That's all I need and I'm grateful. I'll be on my way as soon as he's okay."

"Fine," the King gave in, bored.

"Y/N," Arthur tried again, but I shook my head, making him sigh. "Okay... if you need anything whilst you're here, don't be afraid to let us know."

I smiled, appreciating his generosity. Mostly because he meant it, unlike his father who was only acting out of some forced sense of duty. "I will, I promise. Thank you."

Content with my response, he nodded and motioned with his hand. "Somebody show her to her room, please."

And just like that, I was led to my new quarters that I'd be staying in for the next few days.

With Y/B/N bed-bound, I had nobody to hang around with which meant I was stuck wandering the streets of Camelot and the castle grounds. As I did, I lingered by the training grounds, recognising it from when Y/B/N and I practiced there during the tournament. That seemed like so long ago now.

Today, Arthur was sparring with his one of his knights, the two engaged in a sword fight as the others stood by and observed. I was intrigued, unable to stop myself from lingering and studying their manoeuvres and methods. After the fight ended with Arthur winning, his opponent was getting helped off to the side, another one about to take his place.

"You bored?" Arthur asked when he spotted me, quirking a brow.

I smiled with amusement, crossing my arms. "Just observing."

He wiped his face, sweaty from training, and gave me a knowing look. "I can't get you involved unfortunately."

I shrugged. "I know."

He nodded, gaze lingering on me with partial confusion, before turning to face his next opponent, another knight. They began to fight and I continued to watch, genuinely just observing out of pure interest and because it put my boredom to rest. But then Arthur groaned loudly, still fighting.

"I can't stand your staring!" he shouted between swings, glancing at me.

A laugh escaped me as my presence clearly frustrated him. "I'm just watching, is that a crime?"

He rolled his eyes before disarming his opponent in a matter of seconds. Before the knight could react, Arthur tossed the sword in the air towards me and I caught it instinctively.

"C'mon," he said to me, surprising all the knights and myself. "At least give me a challenge."

Not giving him a second to doubt himself, I quickly moved onto the grounds, grabbing whatever armour wasn't too big and heavy on me, then got into position. Arthur engaged in a challenge straight away, giving the fight his all as if he were compensating for his last defeat against me. There were many close calls for the both of us, but I was able to counter any and all his moves before he could land a strike.

When I realised the fight was going nowhere other than the two of us holding each other at bay, I decided enough was enough and let him land a hit. His sword clanged against my chest plate, knocking me on my back on the grass. Arthur immediately pressed his knee on top, sword at my throat, and cheering and clapping erupted from his fellow knights.

I expected him to be smiling when he helped me up and pulled off his helmet, but only I could see he wasn't. Instead, he leaned close, eyeing me suspiciously.

"You let me win," he stated.

I shrugged, wiping my face with my arm. "I don't want your father's lie to be disproven, do I? You're the better fighter, your highness."

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, though he wasn't angry. "One day, we're going to fight for real and I'm going to win."

I grinned. "One day."

He shoved me in the shoulder playfully, cracking a smile, before waving his sword dismissively. "Get out of here before my father finds out about this and we're both in trouble."

I bowed sarcastically before leaving the armour and sword behind and returning to the castle to bathe. After getting everything ready for my bath, all that was left to do was get some water. As I was bringing in a bucket from the well in town, Gwen bumped into me in the castle hallway.

"Er, what are you doing?" she asked, eyes studying me with confusion.

I looked down at the bucket like it was obvious. "Filling the tub in my room?"

She sighed quietly, before attempting to grab it off me, but I declined. "That's what I'm for," she reminded me.

"I'm perfectly capable of filling my own bath tub, Gwen, don't worry," I assured her.

"It's my job," she said, tilting her head towards me with disapproval.

"You're Morgana's handmaiden, not mine," I said with a small smile. "Thank you though."

With a reluctant nod, she stepped to the side to let me pass and I continued my task of washing off the sweat I'd built up from fighting with Arthur. After doing that and replacing my bandage on my arm, I realised I was getting hungry.

Wandering around the castle halls once more, I struggled to find someone who could help me locate the kitchens.

"Are you lost?"

I spun around at the sound of a familiar voice, surprised but glad that Morgana was there. "Hi. Yes. I'm looking for the kitchen."

She chuckled, approaching me. "If it's food you're after, I can have Gwen bring some to your room."

Lifting a brow playfully, I asked, "Does Gwen do everything around here? She offered to fill my bath for me earlier."

Morgana suppressed her smile. "Hmm, very well. Let's go find the kitchen then, shall we?"

I stepped to side, motioning for her to lead the way, and she rolled her eyes playfully. Falling into step with her, she led me down some identical hallways whilst making conversation.

"I heard Arthur beat you at sword fighting earlier," she commented indifferently.

Keeping to the prince and I's agreement, I hummed. "Yep. He's good."

She scoffed quietly, earning my attention. "Y/N, you let him win."

Playing dumb, I said, "Me? Let him win? Why would I do such a thing?!"

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at me with disbelief, and I winked playfully, making her roll her eyes yet again. Though this time, a beautiful smile ghosted her lips.

"How's your arm?" she asked, changing the subject slightly.

I wiggled it between us. "Still attached."

"For goodness sake, are you always this annoying?" she asked lightheartedly.

"Apparently," I answered truthfully. "Y/B/N may attest to that, but he hardly counts. He's biased, you see. I'm the more interesting twin so he has to say that."

She massaged the bridge of her nose as she held in a laugh, and I bit my lip to contain my smile. I'd keep spouting absolute nonsense if it meant watching her fight her own amusement.

After what didn't feel like long enough, though that was to my dismay, we finally reached the castle kitchens. There were a few cooks milling about and Morgana had a quick word with one of them, to which they immediately jumped into action. Soon enough, I was presented with a plate of a variety of meats, cheese and fruit.

"Oh, er, thank you," I said, accepting the plate unexpectedly. Then I looked down. "That's a lot."

"It's good for you," Morgana encouraged.

I tried not to laugh before meeting her eyes appreciatively. "Thank you." Looking down again, I knew it was still too much food. "I'll go give some to Y/B/N. He never turns down food."

She smiled. "Sounds like a plan. He's in good hands, y'know. Gaius is the best. He's helped me far more times than I can count."

"He's been far too generous than he needs to be," I agreed. "It's good to know though, thank you."

"I'll leave you to visit your brother, but take care, yeah?" she asked, resting a hand on my arm.

"I will," I promised, smiling when her eyes met mine.

She nodded as a farewell before leaving me be. I ate some food off the plate, my hunger getting the better of me, before taking the rest of it with me to Gaius' quarters where Y/B/N was still resting. He was awake when I arrived, sat up in his makeshift bed and staring at nothing. Though when he spotted me, a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Somebody's looking a lot better," I said, mirroring his expression. And it was true – though anything looked better than the sight of him bleeding out with an arrow sticking from his back.

"Still a little weak, but almost as good as new," he promised, before eyeing the plate in my hand. "So, whatcha got there?"

I laughed and took a seat beside him, offering him the plate. "Some food for you. Knew you couldn't resist."

As he ate, I talked and he listened. I told him about the never ending hallways of the castle and the giant room Arthur had given me for the next few days and how I could ask for anything and just get it like that and how strange it was to experience.

"That's hardly fair," was all he said afterwards, mouth full of cheese. "I'm stuck in here whilst you get to have fancy food and sleep in a fancy bed."

I stroked my chin and looked up sarcastically. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe don't get hit by a damn arrow next time?"

He shoved me in the side and I almost fell off my chair, but the laughter still came and soon enough, his eyes were crinkling with amusement.

Half a week later and I'd already felt like we'd overstayed our welcome. Or maybe it was just the discomfort of living somewhere we didn't belong. Y/B/N was still extremely weak, but he could walk, and after much discussion, we decided to leave whilst we could.

I'd enjoyed the past few days here, between not fearing whether I'd get a next meal or being able to see and talk to Morgana whenever I wanted, but it wasn't home. I wasn't so sure where that was yet, but this place was only temporary and the last thing I wanted was to get attached. Though I feared that had already begun.

Though Y/B/N and I had declined any reward from Arthur, he still felt the need to gift us both a horse and enough supplies to last us the week. It was much more than we deserved, but we actually needed this stuff so it was harder to decline. Especially when Arthur insisted.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," he said, stopping by the horses to see us off. "You need to get around with ease. Plus, these are some pretty good horses. They'll love you in no time."

Y/B/N and I exchanged glances before I looked to Arthur with gratitude. "You didn't need to, my lord, but we're appreciative."

He nodded before pointing to my brother. "You, take care of yourself. You're not fully recovered." Then he pointed to me. "And you... you owe me a real fight some day. Don't forget it."

I cracked a smile. "I don't think I will."

Arthur seemed content with that answer, a small smile curling at his lips before he turned to stand to the side. Merlin approached us to help Y/B/N load our supplies on the horses saddles. Meanwhile, Morgana stepped forward and took me by surprise when she hugged me.

"Goodbye," she muttered in my ear, arms wrapped around my shoulders.

I returned the hug, goosebumps spreading along my skin as I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close. She shouldn't have fit so perfectly, was all I kept thinking.

"Be safe," she added once she pulled back, close enough for me to make out the swirls of blue and green in her irises.

"I'll try," I promised.

She smiled, eyes flickering between mine, before fully letting go of my shoulders. "I hope you return one day. I'd really like that."

"I would, too," I admitted, "but the King doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Yeah, he never really was good at reading people," she said quietly. "But I am."

My heart began to race a little, the longer she stared at me, and for someone who was usually so confident, I was beginning to feel nervous. Thankfully, a pat on the shoulder from Y/B/N forced us to break eye contact and the rush of heat up my neck faded with it.

Reluctantly, I moved to mount my horse as Y/B/N did the same. The others lined up and began to wave as we said our goodbyes once more. Y/B/N took the lead and I glanced over my shoulder once more as I followed after him, eyes finding Morgana's. She was already looking my way, smiling softly as she waved goodbye, and I found myself waving back, mirroring her smile. I'd committed her to memory without even realising.

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tagalongifyoudare · 1 year

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The Fear of Repeated Disappointment

As I once again fall into my semi regular 911 spiral, I feel my anxiety continuing to rise, which sucks.

I am so scared that a similar thing will happen with 911, at least to some degree, that happened with Supernatural. Supernatural was my comfort show, my underlying obsession, a reassuring constant as new fixations came and went. I used to watch at least my favorite episodes every few months for almost 15 years. I have not watched it since watching the final episode. The way they ended it, invalidating so much love, resilience and struggle in the process hurt so much, I just don't know how to love it again.

I don't think this will happen 100% with 911 because it consistently has WAY fewer problems, and I have WAY more confidence in the writers/producers/etc. There are also so many more areas in which I trust they will end the stories well. AND I know myself well enough to know that if Buddie does not go cannon by the final episode of the show, a part of me will always be sad, disappointed, and upset when I rewatch it.

To me, it has always felt and looked as if Eddie was intended, since his first introduction to be the eventual and final love interest of Buck. (I have endless things to say about this, so hit me up if you are interested!) That being said, I think that up until the last few seasons, there is a strong argument for this just being "seeing what I want to see". NOW however, this no longer feels applicable.

I can no longer see a justification for them loving each other as only friends. I have friends who are more like family, as in, I would not be 100% surprised to be named as the responsible party for their child in the event of their death. I know what this kind of love is, what it looks like and it is NOT how they relate to each other, at least not any more. Both Oliver and Ryan are amazing actors, and have made these changes by choice. From what I know of them they are both good people, and would not knowingly lead on their fans...

It makes me feel torn constantly between optimism and pessimism, between hope and the realities of my experiences, between thinking the world can change, and feeling as if hate and ignorance will always win out.

Because for me, that is what it now comes down to. If one of them was female OR a bi or gay side character instead the two 'straight' leading males THEY WOULD BE END GAME. Without question. Without a doubt. No matter what. So, to me, it has now become a question of if a show on Fox will truly be the first show (at least in my knowledge) to have both of its leading "straight" characters actually fall for each other? I just don't know, and that is what scares me.

Based on my experience, they won't. And yet....they have handled so many stories that I thought they would do a poor job with, and they have done well. They haven't forgot about plot lines that I assumed they would.... I find myself trusting them more then I have with most previous shows, but still.... It just makes me wish I could trust that this world was filled with a little more love, acceptance and freedom...

I really really hope that 911 can do what Supernatural, Merlin, Sherlock and countless others have failed to do. I want it to give me validation, hope, joy. To say I will cry if it actually happens in an understatement. With so many heroes being revealed to be villains recently, it would be something quite spectacular to have 911 actually validate love coming in all different forms, at different times, and in unexpected ways.

#9 1 1 on fox #911 fox #911 #supernatural #spn #9 1 1 fandom #buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie daiz #oliver stark #ryan guzman

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 2 years

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Under your spell

For the cute @levis-cinnamon-apple 🎁🎆

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

Now that the kingdom of Camelot had become a welcoming place for anyone practicing magic, (Y/N) felt that it was the perfect place to start a new life.

As a magician, (Y/N) (L/N) struggled to find her place. The people of her former village rejected her while discreetly asking her for help to heal a sick person or to help a harvest. What a bunch of hypocrites!

But the young woman was determined not to let it get her down: now a new life was about to begin, and she would enjoy it!

Speaking of starting a new life, she heard that the King of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon, was looking for a healer to help Gaius, the court physician.

This announcement came at the right time for (Y/N): her knowledge of plants and various remedies would be a great asset.

With a determined step, (Y/N) came to the castle, ready to offer her services.

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Meanwhile, Merlin and Gaius were taking stock of the potions and other remedies in their laboratory.

The old apothecary grumbled:

"I wish I had done the inventory sooner. I can't make sense of all these jars!"

"It's a good thing we put labels on the jars. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to manage!" replied Merlin.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" answered Gaius.

The door opened, and a young woman entered.

"Hello Miss, can I help you?" asked the old man.

"Yes, I'm looking for a man named Gaius."

Merlin turned quickly to see who had just entered and froze in amazement. He had seen many beautiful young women who frequented the court of Camelot, but this one gave off something different.

Meanwhile, Gaius was talking to the young woman:

"I am Gaius, court physician to His Majesty, King Arthur. And you, mademoiselle?"

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I come to introduce myself as a healer. They told me that I should address you."

"Indeed, it is to me. Tell me: why are you presenting yourself here?"

"I have come here to offer my services as a carer. I have a good knowledge of plants and their properties."

"It's quite a demanded skill, indeed."

The young woman glanced at the shelves filled with jars and remarked:

"I think you've made a mistake in your arrangement."

"What do you mean?"

"You've put the digitalis between the rose petals and the sage. I'm not sure that's where it belongs."

Gaius turned around and saw that the young woman was telling the truth.

"I see you have a sharp eye, Miss (Y/N). Something tells me I'd better hire you."

"Oh, thank you, Mr Gaius. I won't let you down!" exclaimed (Y/N) happily, not expecting to be employed so soon.

"I'm sure you will. But first, I want to introduce you to someone. Merlin! Come and say hello to our recruit!"

The young man stepped forward and extended his hand toward the young woman:

"My name is Merlin. And uh, I'm glad to meet you!"

"Me too," replied (Y/N), who shook the extended hand.

The moment their skins touched, both young people felt a mixture of warmth and the electricity of lightning.

They immediately withdrew their hands, blushing slightly.

Gaius repressed an amused smile: he knew his protégé and had noticed that the latter was not indifferent to the damsel's charm.

"I'm sure we'll do well together!"

"Yes, I think so too!"

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Several months have passed since (Y/N) arrived at Camelot Castle. The young woman became an active member of King Arthur's court. Her advice and care bring peace to the kingdom, and many people come to the healer for advice.

The young woman loved her new job since she worked with Gaius and Merlin.

The young woman took advantage of the advice and benevolence of the court physician to make progress in her medical practice.

Of course, she would discreetly add a magical element to her preparations when the situation was critical. Even though King Arthur had repealed his late father's decree stigmatising magicians and other sorcerers, (Y/N) did not want to admit her secret yet, for fear of violent reactions.

And then there was Merlin.

For some reason, (Y/N) enjoyed spending time with the young man.

She thought he had a particular charm with his messy black hair, big innocent blue eyes and slender hands, which made a big impression on her whenever they brushed against hers.

She would like to confess her love for him, but with her magic, she was afraid he would despise her.

So, for now, the young woman pretended nothing was wrong and went on with her life.

Anyway, (Y/N) was happy in Camelot and would not change anything in her life...

🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴

Merlin thought a lot about (Y/N): since the young woman was working with him and Gaius, the young mage felt that the atmosphere was different.

Already, a little more female presence could not hurt in King Arthur's court.

And even though his mentor loved to tease him on the subject, he was not insensitive to (Y/N)'s charm.

Her beautiful eyes, fair complexion, adorable smile, and mischief: everything about her attracted Merlin.

The presence of the young healer by his side was a pleasure for the enchanter.

But the only thing that prevented him from confessing his feelings to her was his magic.

Until now, he had not mentioned his powers to (Y/N) because he was afraid she would get scared and reject him.

Even though Arthur had legalised magic by royal decree, attitudes were slow to change.

In the meantime, he had to get on with his life without worrying about the rest.

Watching these two young people interact, Gaius wondered how Merlin and (Y/N) could be oblivious and not realise they had feelings for each other.

The old sage didn't know if he should be amused or despairing.

But for the moment, there was no point in rushing things: it was up to Merlin or (Y/N) to make the first move.

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Three months later.

Once she put the last book away, (Y/N) sat down and ran a hand over her forehead: she was exhausted, as she had just run through the castle when she only put things away.

And then she felt that her skin was hot and that her breathing was short, punctuated by coughing fits.

That's all it would take: the court healer getting sick!

The young woman struggled to get up from her chair and tried to take a few steps around the room.

Merlin and Gaius arrived in the room with their baskets full of medicinal plants.

"Here we are, (Y/N). We have made an excellent crop," announced Gaius joyfully.

"With this, we'll have an excellent supply of remedies for the next six months... (Y/N), are you all right?" asked Merlin.

"I've had better days. I'm feeling a little under the weather," the young woman admitted.

"You should get some rest..." suggested Gaius.

"That sounds like a good idea..."

No sooner had she taken three steps than her legs gave out, and she collapsed.

Fortunately, Merlin was prompt and caught her in his arms.

It didn't take long for the young magician to understand what was happening to (Y/N).

"Gaius, she has a fever!"

The old healer reached over and placed his hand on the young woman's forehead.

"She is burning up. Let's get her to bed! I wonder what's wrong with her..."

While Gaius searched for a remedy, Merlin stayed by (Y/N), trying to comfort her.

"Don't worry, (Y/N): we'll take good care of you."

To weigh his words, the young man took his friend's hand in his own and squeezed it gently.

Immediately, Merlin's eyes turned bright blue, and he felt an immense warmth run through his body.

He turned to (Y/N) and saw that the healer's eyes had turned light green.

At that moment, he understood:

"So you are like me?"

The young woman nodded.

"And as far as I can see, I'm not the only magician settled in Camelot."

The two young men remained silent before Merlin asked:

"I know this sounds like a silly question, but why didn't you tell me you were a sorceress?"

"Where I come from, people have rejected me because of my gifts. And I didn't want to risk being rejected again - or worse."

She looked down.

"Besides, I was afraid of your reaction. I've grown attached to you, and I don't know if I could have handled you hating me."

"Hate you? (Y/N), I could never do such a thing. You have no idea how happy I am to know I'm not alone in Camelot anymore."

He added, blushing.

"And I'm glad it was you who came to Camelot."

"Me too: I'm glad you're the one who understands me best."

The two young people looked at each other without saying anything, holding their hands.

That's how Gaius found them when he came back with medicine.

Amused, he asked:

"Tell me, you two, is there something you forgot to tell me?"

Exchanging a knowing look, the two magicians replied:

"It's a long story, Gaius..."

"I have all the time in the world!"

What was certain was that (Y/N) and Merlin had fallen in love with each other. A powerful spell they are not willing to break...

Thanks for reading!

Hope you enjoyed this story!

Feel free to request!

See u soon and take care of you! 😘🥰😍

#requests #merlin bbc #merlin #colin morgan #eleanor tomlinson

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weakforarwen · 2 years

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Upon rewatching The Castle of Fyrien, I don't have much to add to what I already said, but I have a few observations:

Morgana was more aware of Arthur's devotion for Gwen than Gwen, and probably even Arthur, was:

Just as we thought. There is nothing he would not do for her.

Yup. Arthur surrendered immediately when Cenred's men grabbed Gwen. I've said this before, but why would Arthur take Gwen, who didn't know how to fight and whom he was so protective over, with them to rescue her brother? Did he just know she wouldn't let them go without her?

Arthur really wanted some time alone with Gwen though... Gwen described Elyan as "just one of those people, never settled down, never thinks about the future, just follows his heart wherever it leads him". Arthur didn't dislike the sound of that. He was the opposite, but desperately wished he could just follow his heart... who was sitting right next to him... But seeing as he was disobeying his father for Gwen, he was following his heart already.

It's what you do when you love someone, isn't it?... If anything happens to you, I won't forgive myself.

Gwen was aware that Arthur was rescuing Elyan because "that's what you do when you love someone". Arthur kind of looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't and the moment passed.

Later, back in Camelot, Gwen told Arthur that Elyan appreciated all Arthur had done for him. I again got the feeling that Arthur wanted to say something to Gwen, but he noticed her hesitation first:

G: I just wanted to say thank you for bringing my brother back. It means more to me than I can say. A: Well, it's like you said, Guinevere. It's what you do when you love someone.

And, finally, he said it! You did it, Arthur! You finally got the words out. He honestly looked so relieved and slightly overwhelmed after. Rest easy, Arthur, haha.

Like he told Morgana, Arthur really didn't know what to do with his feelings for Gwen. He was more than a bit emotionally constipated by nature, but without being able to express, confess, or act on his feelings, I can understand how overwhelmed he might've been. Love is intense, especially first love, I guess.

Also, it's amazing how people can just fall off of horses like it's no big deal! For real?

And why did we see Merlin and/or Gwen serve Uther, Morgana, and Arthur breakfast so often? Didn't Uther have his own servants? Aren't there servants whose job is to serve the royal family their meals? Why would Merlin and Gwen do it?? I can't understand the lack of servants on the palace. Were they economizing?

#bbc merlin #bbc gwen #bbc arthur #bbc arwen #gwen pendragon #arwen #arthur pendragon #merlin #morgana #the castle of fyrien commentary #the castle of fyrien

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jusright · 2 years

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“ the journey - if you look at it all at once, it’ll overwhelm you. it’ll hurt your mind. if you take it day by day, then…then it won’t hurt quite so much. ” // when goldies working in fabletown

The smell of drying ink on parchment, an expansive library and the faintest metallic note filled her tiny corner of the office. Forbidden magic written in a language long dead sat in the pages of these tomes piled higher than the petite woman sorting through them. Adjusting her glasses she set to her difficult work, hours upon hours doing only something she knew how to do. A break was needed as she stretched tired limbs and strained eyes, blueish green hues shifted to gaze into the darkness of the never ending corridors. The only light was a lantern she had left deep in the darkness, but it was a mere speck even with her glasses on. One had to squint to even catch a glimpse of the pale orange glow. Goldie had translated and decoded thousands, no perhaps millions of these books through the years all for what? Fabletown didn’t appreciate her work, she was constantly written up and shut down every time she even dared to open her mouth.

Nobody was worse than the fairest fables, Snow White being the fairest of them all. Crane only kept her around because of her big doe eyes and lovely ASSets – she wasn’t fooling anyone with that. Everyone knew she slept her way to the top, even found a place in the mayor's bed. It wasn’t like she was good at her job, that ditzy princess hardly had a single original thought. All a bunch of spat back rhetoric from her higher ups, a mundy macaw could replace her in a heartbeat. Perhaps a parrot would be too smart for them though. Cracking her neck she sighed, those damn 13 floor witches were always having Snow come put the heat on her too. As if any of those overpaid magical corporate dogs could do what she did! Did they have any idea how long it took to learn over 50 dead magical languages? – her internal ranting was cut short by the sounds of heels on tile.

A familiar sound she had learned to dread, please don’t be Snow. Please for everything decent don’t be Snow fucking White.

Alas the Goddess wasn’t merciful on this day, as the deputy mayor’s assistant gave a polite knock. “Did I catch you at a good time Ms.Locks? I have a rather urgent request from Ozma herself. This book was just recovered from the homelands and needs to be translated by the end of the month. She said to cease all other projects to get this one done.”

Every single word that came out of her mouth was bullshit, oh how her blood boiled just seeing this woman but now hearing her spit this crap made her even more furious. Less than a month? What a bitch. She was so close to walking out, but instead grit her teeth. “You can tell those pompous oversized fucking fairies that I won’t drop everything I’m doing just to be their good little girl and get shit done on an impossible time frame. Less than a month? Who am I?? Fucking Merlin? No I’m not, because even Merlin wouldn’t be able to do what I do. What are they even paying me for that? Overtime? Oh I’m sure that’s not in the Fabletown budget.”

Snow gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh are you kidding me? What disgusting abuse of power is this? You expect me to work overtime, burning myself out to get this task done and for what?” The blonde asked, giving a disgusted look as she leaned back in her chair.

“Uhm well, it would benefit Fabletown greatly.”, Snow answered with a sigh, “Listen I know what you do is extremely valuable but we all have to make sacrifices.”

“Sacrifices? Sacrifices. That’s almost funny coming from you.”, she scoffed right in the older woman’s face, “You’re exploiting me, just say that. ALL of this, so what? I crave the approval of this broken system YOU built? Yeah, I’ll pass. March your pretty pert ass right back up those stairs and tell the witches that I am ONE more impossible demand away from a walkout. If they value their precious spells so much and want me to keep discovering more and unlocking the magical potential in potions, magical objects and creatures alike in this barren world we all call home, that they can come down here and talk to me themselves! I’m sick of getting sent their little SONGBIRD.”

Snow’s face contorted into a forced smile, Goldie wasn’t stupid she had been warned about her temper so many times that it had become an inside joke among the fables that worked at the business office. Clearly the deputy mayor’s assistant was doing her absolute best to avoid writing up their irreplaceable asset for the 17th time this month. So after a deep breath and regaining her composure she spoke…

“ the journey - if you look at it all at once, it’ll overwhelm you. it’ll hurt your mind. if you take it day by day, then…then it won’t hurt quite so much. ”

What. The. Fuck.

“Did you poetically just threaten me to do this job anyway?”, her tone became mocking, “Just take it one day at a time, if you work at it little by little you can achieve your dreams.” Taking her glasses off she rubbed the bridge of her nose, “This has to be a violation of the terms I signed before taking this job, but then I’d have to hire a lawyer and the mayor would probably just settle outside of court or rig the system against me.” Well there were no more options, with a defeated sigh she held out her hand.

“Fine. I’ll have it done next month, no sooner. I’ll lick their shoes for only a bit longer though, a time of revolution is upon Fabletown. With every year the ignored cries of those you step on get a little more desperate, within desperation will always come solutions. Ignorance will be your downfall.”

Snow clapped her hands together, “Great. Lovely speaking to you as always Ms.Locks.” With a little too much eagerness the woman scurried from her sight not unlike a rat being chased with a butcher knife. That skirt was too tight for her.

Whore.

#ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง —— snow ‘fucking fairest’ white — threedrops #// goldie swears a lot just warning everyone here and uses some derogatory names like bitch #ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔσ” that one looks just right letters #;;im rusty and only had time to proof read this once because I have a lot more work to do but love you byeeee

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dundunny · 10 months

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Hogwarts Legacy

I was actually pleasantly surprised at the quality; usually games based off of movies or books tend not to be great, but the studio actually threw it quite a lot of effort behind this, and while I wouldn't say it's amazing it's very well done. The premise is the player is attending late 1800s Hogwarts, so the only characters from the books are the ghosts and Phineas Nigellus Black. No explanation is given as to why you're suddenly starting school as a fifth year, your background, or why you specifically can do magic no one else can, because it is first and foremost a fantasy, that you yourself are there.

There would be several things I would change about it though, starting from fighting. Although the battle system is streamlined, and fun, it's easy and you overlevel fairly quickly. I wasn't even trying to go out of my way to do sidequests or anything, but I found myself several levels above any enemy I was fighting. Even those equal to me weren't too much of an issue. That also may be due to the lack of variety in enemies--there's only seven types--so you learn the attack pattern for all of them early on. There are less spells than you'd expect as well, so although you can switch up your combos, you don't really need to.

The second is the map. There isn't one. You have a minimap, but what I would like to see is the whole fucking thing please. Literally when you click on "map" in the menu, an image of the castle pops up. That doesn't help me. I know, I know, it's hard to render a map with a layout like Hogwarts when there aren't any solid stories, but you could've rendered the interior of the whole thing and allowed to player to zoom in and out.

The third is the map itself. It is huge because they were mimicking the Scottish highlands. I've said it many times, I appreciate a large map but you really don't need it. I'm willing to let it slide in this case because I think the developers wanted wide room for flying on your broom or animals, which... yeah, that was pretty epic. However, if you are going to make it this large, you need rewards for exploration. I'll keep throwing Breath of the Wild out as an example because Nintendo did do a great job. In that game, wandering gave you shrines, Korok seeds, or even random sidequests. Here, there are Merlin trials peppered around the map, but the treasure vaults didn't feel like a reward because after the first few hours of play time the treasure was always shitty.

The fourth is sometimes shit didn't make any sense. If you didn't go to Hogsmeade with Sebestian, it's weird how he sacrificed himself in the library for you. Or if you did it the other way around, then it's odd how Natty is really into taking out Harrow considering she wouldn't've been in the Three Broomsticks. Or like why does Ollivander think his missing wand has anything to do with your missing pages. That's poor writing that with a bit of polishing would've been resolved. Also, explain that shit hovering over the Pensieve is a locket because no one could tell and it comes out of left field how characters are talking about this locket.

There are other small complaints, like how it can get glitchy (but often in a hilarious way), why are there giant spiders but Hagrid hasn't attended yet, how come there are random missions when I have to sneak out after hours but I do that all the time in regular gameplay, why did they only hire two voice actors for the player and then later digitally modified them, why does the menu have a pointer, how come there isn't a close Ravenclaw friend...

However I was pretty blown away by other aspects. I'll say time and time again I love environments and Hogwarts was a fucking delight. The developers took a large page from the movies, but there were plenty of unique areas. The first time I played I think I literally spent about three hours just wandering and staring at everything. The attention to detail was amazing. And it extended beyond Hogwarts. I mentioned before how large the map is, and going through Hogsmeade, the Forbidden Forest, standing on the buffs over the coast... It's a very visually attractive game and I felt like I was hiking back in Ireland.

The plot was actually pretty solid. Not amazing, but it was nice seeing how the choices in the past are affecting the present, and how everyone came together in the end. The characters are also interesting and memorable, even ones you just meet for one sidequest. I can still recall Arthur's unusual voice as he shares his treasure map with you, or Garreth experimenting with potions, or Nellie's enthusiasm for the Dedaelian keys, or Mr. Moon being an alcoholic, or Nerida trying to become an ambassador to the mermaids, or Imelda being a bitch. And I was always excited when the next chapter in Sebestian, Natty, or Poppy's storylines would pop up.

What was a great delight were the puzzles. Although not excessively hard, sometimes you really had to think and I feel it's something that a lot of video games aren't doing as much anymore. Sitting in front of a Merlin trial or standing in a treasure vault, contemplating what needed to be done, was something I haven't felt in a while.

The music was also lovely. The four dudes responsible, Chuck E. Myers, J. Scott Rakozy, Peter Murray, and Alexander Horowitz really tried emulated Williams' style. There were moments of silence that seem prevalent in video games nowadays, but mostly they tried to keep it flowing.

If you're a Harry Potter fan, definitely play this. If you're not and haven't read the books/watched the movies, I still say it's enjoyable experience. There are plenty of features I didn't cover, like capturing animals or decorating your own room. Good job guys, you fulfilled all of my childhood fantasies.

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy

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hirazuki · 1 year

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I AM LATE BUT BACK, sorry work ate my life |D but yes! camelot movies are a bit different; mostly in order of events and dialogue and how certain events happen, not the big stuff, but some stuff is shuffled around and altered for time purposes. i'm pretty sure they also added mordred vs sanzang in the second one, that wasn't in the game. but it's still good! it's very very good, it's just a bit edited down etc because they crammed a whole chapter into 2 ovas rather than a whole 24 ep anime.

the extra anime does sound fun! i absolutely fucking adore Robin and Drake, so om nom nom more content for them is always wonderful, and i like nero's route in the game best so i'm glad it's her starring-- i should definitely check it out at some point once i finish apocrypha.

(i...am very early on into apocrypha. i need to finish that. i love everyone in it, they're all delightful. especially astolfo and achilles, though honorary mentions for karna and vlad.)

kojiro BALLS honestly he's really cool and i hope he gets more stuff in future events, we do get a 'gudaguda' historical japan event every year and i think they finally ran out of sengoku shenanigans, so maybe he'll get to star in a future one? here's hoping he deserves it (or maybe he'll be in that new koei tecmo game, since musashi is in it!)

you have excellent taste tbh, everyone on that list is amazing, and i stan shishigou SO HARD you have no idea he's So Cool. waver too, i love him as small and dorky but also older and...still dorky. but hotter. Gil, Cu, Emiya, Robin, Merlin, and Dantes are some of my favs but honestly i can't name a servant i HATE 100% (okay yes i can, but that's just one of them XD)

No worries!! UGH I hate when that happens, I wish work was just. not a thing XD

Oh, yeah, that makes sense, with Babylonia they did a full anime season; I wish they had done the same for this, but I'll take what I can get! I don't really have the time/interest to explore the game chapter for myself, but I wonder if I could maybe find a let's play or something to watch, I'd be interested in seeing the content in full.

Haha, Apocrypha is also very differently structured in terms of Holy Grail War dynamics (14 servants on the field....... it's so many....) but I really, really liked it. Lots of pain, of course, but it's so well written and executed. Enjoy!! Astolfo is a gem <3 (Achilles I'm not a fan of, but I've never liked him in any form/media and idk why; I like to pretend we don't share heritage XD BUT that's just my personal taste and, as a Greek, the Apocrypha team did an absolutely excellent job with his portrayal! I honestly have zero complaints about how they've handled any of my culture's mythological/historical figures, they consistently produce some of the most intuitive and nuanced interpretations I've ever seen).

It's just my curse, always falling for the side characters with the least amount of screen time lmao. I hope so!! Fingers crossed! (though Musashi favoritism kind of abounds in sword/historical circles, so it that might not mean anything -- but I'll be very pleasantly surprised if he does turn out to be in it!!).

Lmao THANK YOU! You have excellent taste too, Gil is one of the best boys and Cu is amazing as well <3 Shishigou is just so badass (and a necromancer, so instant bonus points for me) and his attitude is so relatable, he'd be my number one pick for a Fate mentor figure, you know? YES I love both young Waver and older Waver, and can I say how much I adore that he's so completely and utterly out of shape? Wheezing when he runs? I love that about him XD

I haven't spent too much time with Robin and Dantes so I can't really say anything worthwhile other than they are awesome and I love their designs, but MERLIN is also a top choice, 10/10, he's absolutely irritating but also a delight and his relationship with Fou is one of the best things ever.

Same! There are definitely characters that I don't like, as in, they don't vibe with me, but no one who I dislike as a character in terms of their role/purpose in the story, everyone is extremely well written.

#what i really want from fate at the moment is more el-melloi case files tbh #like. Fate universe + victorian mystery aesthetic??? yes please #XD

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purrvaire · 2 years

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First, thank you for the tag and sorry for the delay🙈 I’m gonna post mine soon!

For the wip tag, I don’t know if you’ve been asked about it already but… Any snippet/info on obi wan is clearly galahad in this one? 🌚

Hello <3 OF COURSE so basically it's the kingsman au i've been writing since march!! idk if you're familiar with the movies but basically Kingsman is a spy agency whose agents have the knights of the round table’s namees as codenames; Obi-Wan is Galahad (Colin Firth in the movie) and Anakin is his protegé (Taron Egerton in the movie)👀 I've already written around 17k words, which is a lot for my standard, but you know * waves hand * life, so it's still a work in progress sigh

Anyway, a snippet for you <3 it’s set while Anakin is training, featuring Ahsoka (his baby sister bc im very soft for that trope), briefly Mace Windu/Merlin, already 100% done with the gays AND a lot of flirting bc I can’t help myself lmao

“She’s a charmer, innit?” he praises. “Hey, I’ve just picked my puppy, actually. Wanna meet him?”

It turns out that the pup is a pug.

“Interesting choice”, Obi-Wan offers tactfully, watching the tiny thing yapping excitedly at Ahsoka and wagging its tail.

Anakin groans. “Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want.” He nudges him with his shoulder. “Look, I didn’t know he would stay this small forever, okay? ‘Sides, I think he’s alright.”

“Can we call him Artoo?” demands Ahsoka. “Mr. Threepio likes it.”

As she speaks, the newly named Artoo gives an experimental lick to the plushie.

“Well, it seems they made friends already.” Anakin shakes his head. “This girl, bruv,” he says fondly. “So, I thought big spies like you don’t have time to stop by.”

“I said I would see you around, didn’t I?” Obi-Wan replies immediately with a smirk. “I like to keep my promises.”

Anakin ducks his head a little, a hint of a smile on his face.

“I do have a mission, actually. I reckon I won’t be long, but I wanted to see you first, see how it’s going.”

Anakin smiles. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout me, Obi-Wan. Yesterday was mental, but it’s part of the job, innit?” He shrugs. “Better get used to it.”

Obi-Wan nods. “Still, it’s a big adjustment.”

“Been through worse”, Anakin quips. “Anyway, you better come back in one piece from your mission, hear me?” The boy steps further in his personal space, patting him on the chest.

From up close, their height difference is even more evident; Obi-Wan doesn’t mind it. It makes it easier to spot every single change in Anakin’s expression.

“Is that an order?” Obi-Wan smirks playfully. “May I remind you who’s in charge here?”

Anakin blushes prettily. Obi-Wan shouldn’t enjoy it so much, but he can’t help it. It’s too easy to fluster him.

“I know that”, he replies, his voice just a tad higher than usual. Anakin darts his eyes to the side, almost coy. “Would be a real bummer if you didn’t come around anymore.”

“Cheeky”, Obi-Wan murmurs, glancing up at him.

Anakin, still a bit red on his face, holds his gaze.

“If you’re quite finished flirting,” suddenly Mace’s voice crackles in his earpieces. Obi-Wan does not startle, thank you very much, but he leans back a little from where he was basically plastered to Anakin.

"Merlin", he says out loud for the other's benefit. "What is it?"

Obi-Wan can't see Mace but he can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. "May I remind you that you're on the clock?"

"Yes, thank you." Obi-Wan looks at Anakin who's more than a little perplexed. "Duty calls."

Anakin nods. “Good luck, Obi-Wan.”

He retreats toward his sister, who waves at him with a toothy smile.

“And you with your training. I’ll see you when I’m back.”

#lidia answers #lidia writes (sometimes)#sooner or later ill finish it i promise #i really was on a roll then LIFE happened sigh #its not britpick tho i really did my best #if i tell you how many tabs i had open while i was writing you wont believe me #the language student is me was crying blood and it still looks wobbly at best #so apologies to the british people who're gonna see this lol #thanks for asking <3

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shyshys-stuff · 2 years

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*the next day,Merlin wakes up back in his chambers and wonders how he got there but just forgets about it and thought he just walked to his chambers that night. Merlin went to Arthers chambers to see him already awake.*

M: I see you are already awake and dressed.

*Arther didn’t realized Merlin was in the room so he got startled and quickly turned around.*

A: oh um ya

* they both look at each other for a moment until Arther broke eye contact.*

A: you know Merlin I can dress myself am not an idiot

*Merlin chuckled*

M:sure you do.

*instead of Arther reacting to Merlins annoying saying he just ignored it like it was nothing and he kept on thinking what happened-that night when Merlin was drunk .*

M: is everything alright sire?

* it took a moment for Arther to answer*

A: huh oh ya everything is fine.

M: well I will start making your breakfast.

*Merlin was confused to why Arther was acting in a strange manner but just didn’t take it to seriously. Merlin did all his chores all threw out the day but the last thing Merlin had to do was clean the stables.Arther was walking to the stables to see if Merlin was doing his job.*

A: Ah, I see your finally doing your job.

M: what do you mean I always do my job.

* Merlin was sweeping the floor but was doing it a bit fast and aggressively to get the job done.*

A:relax Merlin you don’t have to do it aggressively,it’s not like you have somewhere to be.

M: sorry I just want my day to be over.

*Arther didn’t really like that fact that he wanted his day to be over so Arther went close to him and went behind him he puts his arms around him and carefully placed them on his hands and controlled the movement of his body.*

A:this is how you sweep, you have to go SloW.

*Merlin stood there and tried not to look behind him were Arther was. Arther realized what he was doing and quickly let go and stepped away from Merlin.*

A:um sorry…..I need to go.

*Arther stormed out of the stables as quick as he could and didn’t even bother to look back in the stables where Merlin was.Merlin was speechless but kept on doing his job and right when he was done he left and decided to go right back to his chambers.*

*Merlin didn’t know how to react and couldn’t think straight and Merlin thought why would Arther do this all a sudden and thought about the night when he was drunk and if anything happened that night that involved Arther.Merlin was to blacked out to remember anything that night but wanted to get to the bottom of it.*

That’s all of chapter 2!! It was a bit of a cliffhanger but there will be more chapters so stayed tune!!!😁

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mxltifxnd0m · 2 years

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Warnings: angst, dw there’s fluff at the end, suggestive themes, Sirius being a cheeky little shit, foul language, Walburga Black

Flashbacks will be in bold

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while but haven't had the time to write it. I also didn’t expect this fic to be a long one so enjoy!

𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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“Oh Merlin, please give me strength,” you murmured to yourself.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad l/n”, Sirius says smirking as he arrives in front of McGonagall’s classroom.

You had landed in detention with Sirius after he had insulted your friend for being a “slimy snake.” and “future death eater.” So you did what any person would do when your friend gets insulted, you hexed him. But then it had led to a duel in the corridor the both of you were in and it only stopped when McGonagall had turned the corner and disarmed the both of you.

So now, here were you and Sirius, outside of McGonagall’s classroom waiting for her to let you and Sirius in and to serve out detention.

“Black, you’re a menace to this school.” you sneer at Sirius

“Woah,” Sirius raises his hands in defense, “No need for hostility, just trying to make conversation.”

You roll your eyes, “If you couldn’t tell Black, I’m not in the mood for you and your big mouth.”

“Well, I know plenty of people that love my big mouth.” Sirius boasts.

“And I’m not one of your little fangirls that do or any of the ones that sleep with you.”

“Oh, you wish you had the chance to shag me.”

“Do I seem that desperate to jump your bones?”

Sirius goes to answer, “Don’t answer, it was a rhetorical question,” you interrupt.

McGonagall finally opens the door and you enter the classroom quickly to get away from Sirius and get this detention over and done with so you can go back to the comfort of your dorm room.

“Minnie! It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“Don’t call me that Mr. Black.”

“Professor, I hope you had a good day and sorry that you have to deal with Black in your own house and classroom daily.”

“Well, it is the job Miss l/n,” McGonagall says with a slight smile on her face.

Sirius looks between the two of you incredulously, thinking how in the hell McGonagall has a soft spot for you, a Slytherin at that.

“Well, I had certainly expected Mr. Black to find himself in a duel.” An indignant hey comes from Sirius. “But I did not expect to be you Miss l/n on the other side of the duel.”

“Hey! It isn’t my fault she decided to hex me first, I just defended myself.”

“You were the one who insulted my friend.”

You start to bicker with Sirius, inching closer and closer to each other with each remark you throw at each other. Both of you won’t stop until either of you get the last word. The both of you forget that McGonagall is there and keep creeping closer and closer until your noses are almost touching. McGonagall clears her throat, reminding you guys that he was still there. Realizing how close the two of you were to each other, you both take a step back and face McGonagall with both of your faces flushed with heat.

“Now the two of you are done bickering, you can clean the classroom but with no magic,” McGonagall tells the two of you before leaving the classroom to her office.

Once she leaves the classroom, you immediately get to work since you don’t want to spend another moment in the presence of the raven-haired marauder in the room. The two of you work in silence until Sirius breaks it.

“So y/n/n…”

“Don’t call me that.” You snap at Sirius.

“You used to love that nickname when we were younger.”

“Yeah I did, the keyword in that sentence is USED TO, Black. Only my friends are allowed to call me that.”

“So my brother is included in the group of friends,” Sirius says disdainfully.

“Yes, unlike you, we stuck by each other even after you left the both of us.” You tell Sirius with bitterness laced in your tone.

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Flashback to First Year

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As you are clutching Sirius’s hand walking through the station of King’s Cross. Before you board the train, your dad taps your shoulder to talk to you and you reluctantly release Sirius’s hand and walk over to where your mum was so your parents could give the pureblood supremacy bullshit talk.

While your parents are giving the lecture that you’re not listening to, you look over at Sirius and his family, seeing that his parents are seemingly giving him the same talk. Sirius feels eyes on him and looks over to where you are and your eyes meet. You both know that you aren’t listening to the lectures that either of your parents are giving to you both. He rolls his eyes and subtly lifts his hand and makes the gesture of his mom blabbering. A laugh bubbles up in your throat but you keep it down and just respond to his antics with a slight smile on your face.

“You make sure to remember that or there will be consequences when you come back for winter break.” Your father says sternly, bringing back your attention to your parents right in front of you.

“Of course father, I understand.” But you know full well you hadn’t heard a word he just said.

“Make sure the hat puts you in Slytherin, I couldn’t bear the thought of my daughter being in Gryffindor.” Your mother spits out the name of the lion house with such distaste like she was eating a lemon.

“It’s not like I can control where the hat puts me.” You thought, thinking about speaking your thoughts out loud but holding your tongue, knowing the consequences if you speak your mind. So you just nod in response.

“Now stick by Sirius, Merlin knows what he’ll do without you on his side.” Your parents gesture you to go over to the Blacks.

It seems that Walburga is finishing her lecturing as you walk up to the family. You greet the family with a ghost of a smile on your face. Orion acknowledges you with a nod of his head, Walburga greets you with a stern hello, Regulus just smiles at you, and Sirius smiles brightly at you.

You grab Sirius’s hand, “Hello, it seems that it is time we have to get onto the train before it leaves.” You tell the family.

You tug on Sirius’s hand and start to pull him towards the train. Once on the train, you lose the upright posture, relax your body, and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You turn to Sirius, and he has a smug smirk on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face, your mum and dad are scary.”

“So are yours,” Sirius tells you.

“You didn’t even interact with them today!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air.

As the two of you bicker, walking through the train trying to find a compartment simultaneously, you end up bumping into a boy with messy raven hair, hazel eyes with glasses on.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you apologize to the boy you just bumped into, “I was too busy telling Sirius off. Where are my manners I’m y/n l/n, and the stupid boy next to me is Sirius Black.”

Sirius pushes you for that rude but accurate introduction of himself but you look at him with a “am I wrong look”. James looks between the two of you with an amused smile on his face.

“I’m James Potter.” James introduces himself, “Do you want to try to find a compartment together?” he asks the both of you. You both nod your heads in agreement and start to walk to find a compartment.

Shortly thereafter the mess between Snape and the two boys, you meet 2 other boys that entered the compartment, a boy with scars littering his face and neck named Remus Lupin, and a short, mousy brown hair, that was a fairly quiet boy named Peter Pettigrew.

You all became fast friends and when you arrived at Hogwarts, all of you were in awe of the castle and the boats you had to ride to get to the castle itself. While waiting to enter the Great Hall to be sorted, you have a hushed conversation with Sirius.

“Well, what happens if I get sorted into Slytherin, will you stop talking to me Sirius?” You whispered to Sirius, panic laced in your voice.

Sirius grasps your hand to try to comfort you, “I promise that I won’t leave you,” Sirius says and holds out his other hand so you guys could do your secret handshake to confirm his promise to you. You smile and before you could to the handshake the doors open to the Great Hall and McGonagall ushers the first years in.

Waiting in anticipation for your names to be called, the grip you have on Sirius's hands tightens with each name that is called. Sirius just tries to comfort the best he can by rubbing his thumb soothingly on the back of your hand.

“Black, Sirius” McGonagall calls out his name and hesitantly has to release your hand, walks up to the stool and sits on it and the hat is placed on his head. After a few moments, the hat makes its decision.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat bellows out. You smile since Sirius never wanted to be in Slytherin, but then it falls when you realize once his parents find out what house he is in.

After the rest of the boys get sorted, your name is finally called. Before the hat is placed on your head, you meet Sirius’s eyes and he gives you a warm smile before your eyes are obscured by the hat.

“Mm, curious.” The hat says in your head. You jump slightly in your seat not expecting the voice.

“Don’t worry you aren’t going crazy.” The hat reassures you.

“Though you are loyal, you aren’t as kind to be a Hufflepuff, you have a thirst for knowledge, yet lack the creative aspect to solve problems for a Ravenclaw, though you have bravery within you, you value your ambitions and determination to prove yourself, so there is only one option.”

Your eyes widen at his words and know exactly where is going to place so, as a last resort you plead to the hat to place in Gryffindor with Sirius. But you were too late as he said the words.

“Better put you in SLYTHERIN!”

Your heart drops at the announcement of the hat. You sit there in shock and you look over to where Sirius sits at the Gryffindor table and he isn’t even looking your way. You try to catch Sirius’s eyes but he never looks in your direction. McGonagall has to tug you off of the stool and pull you toward the Slytherin table. Some people congratulate you for getting into Slytherin since L/n’s have always either been in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

Throughout dinner, you try to grab Sirius’s attention but he never looked at the Slytherin table once. You give up and just push around the food on your plate, losing your appetite.

In the morning you are determined to talk to Sirius and make sure everything is alright between the two of you. But once breakfast rolls around the next day, he isn’t there, so you assume that he woke up late so you’ll have to try to talk to him at lunch. After your first classes, which you don’t share with Gryffindor at all, you walk into the Great Hall for lunch, and luckily enough he’s there eating lunch with the boys you met the day before.

You walk up to the Gryffindor table and clear your throat to grab the boys’ attention.

“Hello, boys.” You greet them with a soft smile on your face. You’re met with silence.

“Okay, then. Umm, Sirius, could I talk to you? Privately if we could?” You ask him gesturing to the other 3 that are listening in.

“No, whatever you have to say you can say in front of them,” Sirius says coldly.

You’re taken aback by his cold tone, not used to him being like him towards you.

“Oh, well I wanted to check up on you and see if you're doing all right.”

“I’m doing quite fine if you couldn’t tell.”

“Have you got a letter from your parents, you’ll know what-”

“No I haven’t yet,” Sirius interrupts you, “Now run along, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.” Sirius sneers at you.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes and take a few steps back, Remus notices your teary eyes.

“Hey, you know that-”

“No don’t Lupin, I know when I’m not wanted.” You cut him off and walk out of the Great Hall with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

Remus turns to Sirius, “Don’t you think you were harsh on her?” He asks him.

“No, she showed her true colors to me when she got sorted into Slytherin. Like the rest of her family and mine.”

“Remus is right,” Peter pipes up, “You were raving about how she wasn’t like her family or yours on the train.”

“Well things can change Peter, and I didn’t know her as well as I thought she did,” Sirius tells the group.

They decide to drop the subject and continue with eating lunch in silence.

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Second Year

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Sirius was restless in his seat sitting at the Gryffindor waiting for the sorting to start. He was hoping that his little brother would be in Gryffindor like him. As the sorting was about to start his eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table and you caught his eye. You were just chattering politely with your dorm mates and the people at the table. He frowns slightly since he always thought you were going to be by each other's sides throughout your years at Hogwarts.

You feel eyes on you and make eye contact with Sirius. Your face hardens and you break eye contact between the two of you. Sirius huffs and turns his attention to the sorting that is about to start. He makes eye contact with Regulus and just like with you last year, he gives him a warm smile.

Regulus’s name gets called and Sirius is on the edge of his seat waiting for the result of his brother’s house. The hat is on his head for a moment until it makes its decision.

“SLYTHERIN”, The hat bellows out and Sirius is disappointed since it was an exact repeat of what happened with you the year before. You wave over Regulus to sit next to you since you have an inkling of how he is feeling.

“You’ll be fine Reg, I promise.” You tell him as he sits next to you.

“He’s my brother and he wanted me to be with him,” Regulus tells you quietly.

“He used to be my best friend and look what happened with us.”

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Summer after 5th year

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As you work on your summer homework, your parents are out of the house doing whatever they usually do, you never wanted to know what they did. Working on some potions essay Slughorn had assigned, you decided you needed a break so you went downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a snack.

Before you enter the kitchen you hear someone enter the fireplace, through the floo network, in your living room. You check to see who it was and you see a disheveled, red-eyed, Regulus in your living room.

You rush over to him and inspect his body for anything wrong, but once you get to him and put your hands on his shoulders, he collapses into your arms and starts to sob. You haven’t seen Regulus be this vulnerable with you, so you slowly sink to the floor and console him as best you can, rubbing your hand down his back and running your other hand through his hair as he sobs into your neck.

After a few moments, Regulus stops crying, lifts his head from your shoulder, and makes eye contact with you. His blue-grey colored eyes stand out against the redness from crying, his eyes puffy from crying, and the tear stains running down his cheeks is the most heartbreaking sight you’ve ever seen and you wonder why he is crying and made his way to your house.

Seeming to read your mind, “He’s gone, Sirius ran away, and left me behind.” Regulus's voice cracks and answers the question in your mind. Your blood runs cold and you curse Sirius out in your mind but you know that you have to be there for Regulus right now. You had no clue what to say to him so all you could do is hold Regulus closer to you and comfort him through touch.

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End of Flashbacks

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“So what are you and my brother dating now?” Sirius accuses you.

“No! Where would you get this idea from.” You furrow your brows at the idea of it.

“Explain why I saw you guys holding hands on the platform and cuddling in the compartment the two were in.”

“First of all, why do you care about me or Regulus all of a sudden, second of all it doesn’t matter if we are or not, and third of all, it’s none of your business and never will be your business.” You tell Sirius frustratedly.

“It has always been my business when it comes to Regulus.”

“No it isn’t Sir- Black, you lost that right ever since you stopped talking to Regulus in the second year and left him in that wretched household.” You almost slip up and call Sirius by his name.

“He could have left with me, I gave him a chance to leave with me, but no he chose to be a lap dog to our parents,” Sirius tells you with venom in his tone when he mentions his parents.

“Did you ever stop to think that he had no one to go to if he ran away?”

“He could have come with me to James’s house, his parents would have accepted him into their home.”

You shake your head, “He would have been uncomfortable being there, Potter is your friend, not his.”

“Then he could have gone to yours.”

“Sirius, he would have left one hellhole just to enter another one.” You admit to him.

“Then why can’t you leave with him and find sanctuary somewhere else.”

This infuriates you, and Sirius doesn't realize how ignorant he is.

“Merlin Sirius! Do you hear yourself! You’re so daft, neither I nor Regulus have anyone to fall back on like you did, we only have each other and we don’t have any other choice but to stay in our horrid households.” You rant and you don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the wetness on your face.

You’re done talking to Sirius and want to leave so you disobey McGonagall’s order of no magic and you wave your wand to clean the classroom and you storm out of the classroom. You left Sirius in silence, thinking of what happened to you over the years.

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When you enter the common room, it is seemingly deserted besides some stragglers working on homework at the tables scattered throughout the room, and you spot Regulus on the couch reading a book. So you walk towards him and plop yourself on top of him, with your head on his lap.

“So how was detention with my dearest brother,” Regulus teases you without looking up from his book.

“Haha, very funny Reg,” You say sarcastically, “Have you thought about a muggle comedian?”

“What’s that?”

“Nevermind, something I learned in Muggle Studies.” You waved off his question.

“But how was it? The detention with him?” He asks.

“Horrible, he dared to bring up our previous friendship, which he cut off, and he accused us of dating since he saw us holding hands and cuddling in the compartment we were in.” You ranted to Regulus, getting angrier as you recall the events. Regulus notices this and calms you down by running his hand through your hair and scratching your scalp gently.

You eventually calm down and you and Regulus just sit in silence for a few moments, then you ask him if he can read his book aloud. He agrees and starts to read aloud and plays with your hair. With his soft voice, the crackling of the fire, and the ministrations of him playing with your hair, lulling you to sleep.

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A few days pass after the detention and in those last few days, you felt Sirius’s piercing stare on you and Regulus but you both ignored it. It was getting annoying since you even felt his stares in the classes you shared with the Gryffindors. You half a mind to tell him to stop, but a part of you enjoyed his gaze on you weirdly enough. But you shook that thought out of your head as soon as you thought it.

As you make your way down from the Astronomy tower, someone pulls you into a broom closet. You went to scream but the person covers your mouth and tells you to calm down. So you let your guard down for a bit then you bring your head back to hit the person’s nose and they release you and cradle your face. You turn around to hex the person then you realize who pulled you into this closet.

“SIRIUS! What the hell do you think you're doing!”

“First of all, OW WOMAN! That hurt!”

“Well, did you expect it to feel like a pillow hitting your face?” You ask him sarcastically.

Sirius rolls his eyes at your sarcasm, “And second of all I needed to get your attention and so this was the next best thing.”

“Yes because pulling me into a broom closet, which you’ve probably shagged someone in, was the next best thing instead of oh! I don’t know confronting me in the library or in broad daylight where I wouldn’t attack you.” You deadpan.

“Would you have talked to me in the library or you know anytime ever?”

You keep quiet knowing he was right.

“See!” He points at you, “So this was pretty much the only option I had. And for your information, I have not shagged anyone in this closet. Well, I think I haven’t.”

You ignore that last remark from Sirius until you realize something.

“Wait, how did you even know it was me walking in this corridor? How did you even know to wait in this closet to grab me?” You ask him.

“Not of importance right now, I just really needed to talk to you,” Sirius says in a frantic voice.

“Well go on, spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“runawaytothepotterswithregulusandlivewithus.” Sirius spits out quickly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Runaway to the Potters with Regulus and live with us,” Sirius says more slowly.

You start to laugh, and Sirius is confused as to why you’re laughing. Then you quiet down after realizing (no pun intended) that he was serious.

“Oh, you weren’t joking. Sirius, how do you expect us to leave? Especially unscathed. Have you stopped to think about that?” You ask him.

“I talked with James and he was hesitant at first but ultimately agreed. And I wrote Mia a letter talking about the situation and she agreed instantly.”

“But you haven’t thought about how we’re supposed to get out and to Potter’s place.”

“I haven’t thought that far in the plan. I mean I was going to ask Moon- I mean Remus for ideas and help but-”

“I’m going to stop you right there Sirius”. You interrupt him, “Godric Sirius, you are the most impulsive, arrogant, self-absorbed, stubborn, and frustrat-”

Sirius cuts you off by smashing his lips on yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden action and you almost melt into it before coming to your senses and pushing Sirius off of you.

“What the hell was that!” You exclaim.

“I- I don’t know,” Sirius stammers out. “You looked really hot when you were yelling at me and I couldn’t help myself.”

“See you exactly proved my point of how impulsive you are. You wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been yelling at you.”

“Who says I wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t yelling,” Sirius tells you in a soft tone.

You’re taken aback by his confession.

“What?” You breathe out.

Sirius takes a deep breath, “I said I would have kissed you regardless if you were yelling at me.”

You know what Sirius is trying to tell you since you were always good at reading his emotions since he never liked to express them. You can see the conflict in his eyes on whether or not he should tell you or not.

“When?” You ask.

“When what?”

“When did you realize you liked me?” You ask the question he has been avoiding telling you.

“I think I’ve always liked you since we were best friends, but I always brushed it off as a friendship. But then you got sorted into Slytherin so I stupidly jumped to conclusions and thought you were like your family so I didn’t want to be associated with you. And when I saw you and Regulus so close, it flipped a switch in me and I realized my feelings for you.” Sirius admits, getting shy at the end of his confession.

You stay silent for a moment, processing his words, but Sirius takes your silence as a rejection. So he goes to leave the closet, embarrassed but you grab Sirius’s arm to pull him back before he leaves. He looks down at your hand confused and as he makes eye contact with you. Since you were never good with words, you decided to show Sirius how you felt.

You pull Sirius into your body and make your lips collide with one another. Sirius's eyes widen since he didn’t expect this but slowly melts into the kiss. One of his hands winds around your waist to pull you close and the other gently cradles your face. You move your hands up his body and around his neck to anchor yourself against him. The kiss seems to last forever but since you both have lungs, you break the kiss to breathe and put your forehead against his.

You both smile brightly and he can’t stop himself from kissing all over your face making you giggle and widening his grin from hearing your melodic laughter. He slows his kisses down and pecks your lips repeatedly, but you capture his lips in a soft, slow kiss, contrasting from the first kiss that you shared moments before. He breaks the kiss and you place your head in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent. He smooths down your hair and places his chin on top of your head and presses a few kisses on it.

“I want to leave that hellhole.” You tell Sirius, your voice is muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“We will get you and Regulus out, it's only a matter of time, and a really good plan, which I know that with the combined efforts of your big beautiful brain, Moony’s cleverness, Regulus’s reluctance to agree but he will anyway, and my good looks we can do anything put our mind to it.”

“I think we can do without your good looks or you in the plan in general.”

“Ouch! You wound me, woman. I wonder why we were friends in the first place.”

You chuckle at his dramatics, “Oh, come on, we were friends because we bickered all the time. Remus said we argued like an old married couple. And that was after he knew us for 2 hours on the train.”

“Yeah, I could see us growing old together.”

“Oh Merlin, I couldn’t get married to you, I’d get grey hairs before I turned 25!” you exclaimed jokingly.

“Oh shut up, you like me and I like you, so that means that we’re together forever, and you can’t do anything about it,” Sirius says proudly.

You roll your eyes playfully, “I suppose I can’t disagree with that.”

Sirius has a satisfied smile on his face.

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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Day 111: Smile

"Auror Potter! Auror Potter!" the wizarding press started shouting the instant the doors to the Wizengamot opened following the trial, and Draco watched as Harry's shoulders stiffened. "Smile for the cameras!" one witch shouted.

"Tell us about the case, Auror Potter!"

"How did you catch Hollister?"

"What's the status on your relationship with Ginny Weasley?"

"Smile!"

He watched as Harry carefully put on a mask of indifference, making his face pleasant and amiable in the way that only someone who has spent years in the public eye is able to do.

Harry held up a hand, "Thank you for your interest in this case. We're asking that you respect the Griffiths Family's privacy as they go through the aftermath of this harrowing ordeal. Alden Hollister has been brought to justice; I will leave it to the court reporter to give you more of the details."

The reporters started in shouting at him once more, asking all sorts of questions both professional and personal.

"Sorry," he said, "If you'll excuse us please. Auror Malfoy and I have had a very difficult few days and we're long overdue for some rest," he added, chuckling amiably at them. "Thank you," he nodded. "Good night."

Without waiting for anything else, Draco reached out and grasped Harry's elbow and apparated them out of there and back to the apparition point just outside the Ministry. They had to apparate home separately, Merlin knew the press would have a field day if they knew the full truth about the nature of their relationship.

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Members of the press were waiting by that apparation point as well, Draco watched a tremor of unease sluice up Harry's back. He was sure that he wouldn't have suspected a thing if not for how long he had been watching Harry Potter. Sometimes he wondered if he knew Harry better than Harry knew himself.

Harry held up a hand but Draco beat him to the punch this time. "Move," he snapped, pushing his way through the press but keeping Harry half a step ahead of him so they couldn't suck him in. "Auror Potter's already given an interview to your insipid colleagues. The DMLE and the Wizengamot will be issuing official statements within the hour, I suggest you wait for them."

They were followed into the lobby but fortunately the reporters couldn't come any further and within a few moments they were ensconced in the relative safety of the elevator.

Once they got inside, Harry leaned back against the back wall and let his head fall foward while Draco hit the button to their floor before joining him.

"Thanks," Harry murmured.

"Don't mention it," Draco replied, reaching across the gap between them and hooking their pinkies together.

He released his finger the floor before theirs and stepped away, "What do you still have to do?" he asked.

"You're submitting the report, right?"

Draco nodded, "It's just about done. I'll need a few minutes to finish."

"I just have to straighten up my desk, then. I'll head home first."

The elevator dinged and the door opened onto their floor, Draco gave Harry a little nod and they stepped out.

Harry was done straightening his desk and putting things away in ten minutes and he stood and stretched before patting Draco congenially on the shoulder. "Nice work, Malfoy," he said. "I'll see you in two days. Enjoy your couple of days of recovery," he added.

"Thanks, Potter," he replied. "You, too."

He didn't let himself watch Harry leave, didn't let himself look at his retreating form to analyze what he was feeling and thinking. No, he went back to finishing his report and after another fifteen minutes he was done as well. He dropped the report in Robbard's mailbox and headed for the apparition point, knowing that Harry would have used the floo network to avoid as many reporters as possible.

Fortunately, the reporters left him alone for the most part and he reached the apparation point without incident. A heartbeat later he was standing in their entry way, breathing in the comforting scent of home, the warmth seeping into his bones and washing away all of the tension and stress.

He kicked off his shoes, tucked his bag into the closet, and hung up his cloak before turning and heading into the kitchen. Harry was standing over the hob, cooking chicken tikka masala by the smell of it, and that told Draco everything his needed to know about how draining this case had been on Harry.

Harry only cooked after a case when he was especially frustrated, when he was desperate to care for someone, to fix the hurts he was able to, to heal. He ached with how much he loved the other man.

"Hey," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hooked his chin over his shoulder. "Smells good."

Harry leaned into him, "Good," he replied, setting the wooden spoon down and turning his head to press a quick kiss to Draco's lips. "How are you?" he asked softly.

"Tired," Draco replied honestly.

Harry hummed and turned back to his rice, pulling down the jar of jasmine and adding some. "Me too."

"I'm going to open a bottle of wine," he said, pressing a kiss to Harry's shoulder. "White okay?"

"Sure," the other man replied, giving him a worn, weary smile.

Draco opened the wine and set the table, getting everything ready while Harry finished preparing the food.

"Dinner's ready," Harry said, bringing over the rice and chicken tikka masala, and a batch of naan that he'd had under stasis for a moment like this.

"Thanks," Draco replied and the first part of dinner was quiet, companionable, like it always was.

Then, once Harry was almost done with his first helping he started to talk. "Godric, I hate those vultures," he grumbled before taking a sip of his wine. "Can you imagine how heartless you have to be to stand outside of a court to ambush someone after the kind of case we just finished?"

"They're awful," Draco agreed.

"I always wish I could tell them to fuck off," he added, shaking his head.

"What a sight that would be," he said with a laugh. "I'd give my entire vault at Gringotts to see it. Can you imagine their faces?"

Harry laughed too, "It sure would be something." But then after a moment he said, "What's happened to me?"

"What?" Draco asked, panic spearing through his chest. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "No, nothing like that," he said, soothingly. "Sorry. It's just," he paused as though he was trying to put his thoughts in order. "When I was seventeen I would have told them to piss off in an instant. I would have told them that they were heartless, soulless leeches without hesitation."

"You've just learned to be more diplomatic," Draco replied, tearing off another piece of naan to soak up more of the tikka masala.

"But why?" Harry asked. "I'm sick of it. It's exhausting."

Draco nodded, "I don't doubt it. But I'm sure even you would get in trouble for telling off the press like that. You are the Ministry's Golden Boy, after all. You've got quite an image to uphold."

"Why do we do this job, Draco?" he asked suddenly.

Draco blinked, their conversations after a case usually centered around the case itself and Harry's guilt for not being fast enough, clever enough, etc. "Well, when we started, you wanted to catch bad guys, save people, the works. And I wanted to redeem myself, do some good for once, and piss off my father."

Harry swallowed down the remainder of his glass of wine, "I hate it."

"What?"

"Being an Auror," he said. "The only time I'm ever happy is when I'm with you, the only time I feel like I'm actually me is when I'm with you." He shook his head, "I don't know how I became this person. How I became someone who could put on a fake smile and be polite to people who are such arse holes."

"What are you saying?"

He blew out a breath, "I want to stop." Running his fingers through his hair he said, "I don't want to do this anymore."

"Alright," Draco said, covering Harry's hand with his own. "We'll quit tomorrow."

"We?" he asked.

He nodded, "Ninety percent of the reason that I am still an auror is to keep an eye on you."

Harry leaned in to kiss him, both of them smiling so widely that it made kissing rather difficult. "What'll we do?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged, "Let's not rush into anything."

"Alright," Harry agreed, bringing Draco's hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to his wrist. "I'm sure whatever we decide on will be good, as long as we're together."

"I love you," Draco murmured.

Harry smiled and squeezed his hand, "I love you, too."

And even though he didn't quite know what tomorrow would bring, he knew that everything would be okay.

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Day 110: Rough | Day 112: Intimacy

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keijislove · 3 years

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Surprise: Harry Potter x Wife!Reader

A/N: warning, i guess there is a slight mention of NSFW (i do not write smut btw) and vomiting, sickness, etc.

Your eyes fluttered open as you were snatched out of your sweet dreams.

You looked to your left, where your husband was still sleeping.

Giggling, you got up and dressed for work.

‘Wake up, sleepyhead.’ You spoke. ‘You’re going to be late for work.’

Harry let out a small groan, sitting up in bed.

‘Morning love.’ He said through a yawn.

‘Morning, dork.’

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‘Mrs Potter, good morning!’

‘Hello Mrs Potter!’

‘Hi Y/N, alright?’

‘Good day Mrs Potter!’

‘Hello, hello.’ You briskly said, rushing through the stampede of Ministry wizards, making your way to your office.

‘Y/N, thank goodness you’re here!’ Hermione spoke. ‘Samuel Goodman’s having trouble with that spitting guitar again.’

‘Really? Again?’ you whined. ‘I didn’t think to bring lunch! That man’s job is going to take hours.’

‘I’ll tell Ron to get you something.’ Hermione giggled.

You fake gasped. ‘Minister, are you helping an employee?’

Hermione snorted. ‘Very funny, get going, he’s already knee-deep.’

You raised your hands in surrender, running off.

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‘Now, Mr Goodman.’ You seriously stated. ‘I do believe I told you to leave this instrument alone?’

The man blushed scarlet, muttering something that sounded like an apology.

You sighed. ‘Well, it’s done. It won’t spit at you anymore. Good day.’

You lead him out of your office.

Minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

‘Come in.’

‘Hey, Y/N.’ Ronald Weasley popped his head in. ‘Mione told me to bring you lunch, here you go. George has fixed this up for you.’

‘Ah, thanks Ron.’ You yawned. ‘Tell him thanks, that looks great.’

After eating your delicious egg-sandwich, you headed to your husband’s office.

‘Hi Y/N.’ Harry smiled as you entered. ‘Long day?’

‘The spitting guitar again.’ You answered.

‘Again? I feel sorry for you now.’

‘Oh, shut up.’ You laughed. ‘I expect-’

But at that moment, a wave of nausea overcame you, so powerful that you doubled over.

‘Love?’ Harry worriedly asked. ‘Y/N?’

Not speaking, afraid you would throw up, you ran into his bathroom and retched into the toilet.

After panting and cleaning yourself up, you went back out.

‘Love, a-are you alright?’ Harry asked.

‘I’m fine...’ you answered. ‘Maybe George cooked a bad egg or something in his sandwich...’

Harry nodded, unconvinced.

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The bell on the door of the shop rang as you entered.

The red-haired man at the counter didn’t look up. ‘Hello, welcome to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, best joke shop in Diagon Alley, I’m George Weasley and you may look around and ask me if you need anything.’

You politely waited for him to finish his monologue before you spoke.

‘Hem hem.’ You said, fighting your giggles as George’s head snapped up in horror.

‘Oh, it’s just you.’ He spoke. ‘I thought it was old toad-face who came to shut down my shop.’

‘Just me?’ you asked. ‘I’m offended.’

‘Yeah, yeah, hello Y/N.’ George snickered. ‘May I help you?’

‘Well, thanks for the sandwich.’ You began. ‘But did you-’

Before you could say put a bad egg in it, another wave of nausea washed over you.

‘Bathroom?!’ you choked out.

‘Y/N, what-’ George began. ‘Uh, yeah, just there.’

He pointed to the door.

You ran in and retched again.

‘Are you alright?’ George asked.

‘Well, I was going to ask you if you put a rotten egg in the sandwich, but now I’m wondering if you put a Puking Pastille in it...’

‘Puking Pastille?’ George repeated. ‘Why would I put that in your food? And we aren’t even making those anymore, it’s limited to Fever Fudge and Fainting Fancies.’

‘Am I sick?’ you wondered aloud.

‘By the looks of it, yeah.’ George spoke. ‘Maybe go home and rest?’

‘Yeah, maybe drop by at St. Mungo’s....’ you muttered, leaving.

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‘Hello, you’re at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, if you want to get treated, use that elevator, if you’re meeting someone, you have to wait, if you’re wasting my time, then please leave and- OH MERLIN!’ the woman gasped. ‘Y-you’re Y/N Potter...’

‘Uhm, I do believe I am.’ You said uncertainly.

‘Oh, well, oh, Mrs Potter, uh, big fan.’ She stuttered. ‘How may I assist you?’

‘Well, you see, I’ve been vomiting since this afternoon, it’s happened thrice already and I don’t recall eating anything off or drinking something old... overall, I need help.’

‘Well, of course you do!’ she breathed. ‘We will call our best healer for you, Mrs Potter, given how much you do for this nation!’

You fought the urge to giggle. ‘Er, thanks. I hope this best healer of yours can cure me.’

‘Certainly dear! He is one of the most skilled.’

The woman grabbed a microphone of sorts and bellowed. ‘HEALER MALFOY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ASSISTING A DYING PATIENT OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU’RE DOING, GET. HERE. NOW!’

You gasped. ‘Did you say... Healer Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?’

‘Yes, dear, quite right.’ She distractedly said.

‘What do you want, you horrible old woman?’ a voice asked behind you.

You didn’t dare turn.

‘Malfoy, kindly assist this lovely lady here.’

‘Alright, hello, how may I help?’ asked Draco.

Cursing internally, you turned around. ‘Hi...’

‘Y/N?’ he asked.

‘Draco.’ You spoke.

‘Ah... um come on, then.’ He awkwardly led you to his office.

‘We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, have we?’ he asked once you entered.

‘Yeah, the last time we met was when we both thought Harry was dead.’ You spoke sarcastically.

Draco smirked. ‘So, what’s with you and Potter, L/N?’

‘That’s Y/N Potter to you.’ You corrected.

Draco’s eyes grew wide. ‘Y/N Potter? You’re serious? That’s you? I thought it was some other Y/N or something...’

‘Honestly Malfoy, how many Y/N’s would marry Harry Potter?’ you asked.

‘I expect you have a point. Alright, Mrs Potter, what ails you?’ he asked.

‘Dunno.’ You simply answered. ‘Been retching all afternoon.’

‘What?’

‘Wait...’ something wasn’t right.

Oh no.

You ran into his bathroom and doubled over inside the toilet and let out your stomach’s contents yet again.

‘Blimey, you alright?’ asked Draco. ‘When did this start?’

‘This afternoon!’ you panted. ‘I thought George put a Puking Pastille in my sandwich, but then it didn’t stop. What’s wrong with me?’

‘I have a very good idea of what might be wrong with you.’ He began, making a disgusted face but you couldn’t place why. ‘But if it’s not true, I don’t want to worry you uselessly. Here, take these pills and if they don’t work, come to me right away. It will take two or three hours to have an effect, so tomorrow should be fine if you’re still... a human hosepipe.’

You snorted. ‘Yeah, alright. Thanks Healer Malfoy.’

‘My pleasure, Y/N Potter.’

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‘Hey love, how are you feeling?’ Harry asked as you entered your house.

‘Bit better, I went to St Mungo’s and apparently the best healer they have is Healer Malfoy.’ You spoke.

Harry laughed. ‘And what did Healer Malfoy tell you?’

‘He didn’t. He said he knew what might be wrong with me, but he didn’t want to uselessly worry me in case this is just a nasty stomach bug. So, I’ve got these pills for now.’ You explained.

‘Well, that’s nice.’ You husband said in amusement. ‘For once, you and Malfoy had a conversation where the both of you weren’t constantly threatening to break each other’s face.’

‘I was in for a surprise myself.’ You sarcastically said. ‘I’m going to bed... it’s been a long day, y’know?’

‘Yeah, I understand.’ Harry soothed. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

And yet after eating the pills, you puked almost four times that night.

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‘MALFOY!’ you bellowed. ‘OPEN THE DOOR!’

The door swung open.

‘Pills not working?’ Draco asked before you could open your mouth.

You aggressively nodded.

‘Ugh.’ He spoke. ‘We’re going there, aren’t we? Oh well. Come in.’

He shut the door and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Er, Y/N, I have a question that is necessary for finding out what’s wrong with you... uhm, you’re married and all right? So, um... did you and Potter have your... em, fun night yet?’

Your cheeks blushed a heavy scarlet as you choked on your own spit. ‘Fun *cough* night?’

Draco looked fairly embarrassed as well. ‘Sorry, er, let me rephrase, when did you have your last menstrual cycle?’

‘About...’ you suddenly gasped. ‘It’s ten days late!’

‘Mhmm.’ Draco wore the same disgusted expression as before.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, it’s just really hard to imagine Potter wanking himself in your presence...’

You slapped the back of his head.

‘Sorry, sorry.’ He said again. ‘Alright, um, take this.’

He handed you a small tube of sorts.

You raised a brow. ‘The Draco Malfoy, offering me a muggle instrument? What day is it today?’

‘They’re surprisingly reliable.’ He said delicately. ‘And it’s Wednesday, by the way.’

You giggled.

Minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom.

‘So what does two lines mean?’

‘That there’s one baby Potter in there.’

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The next morning, you set out for your friends’ house.

You knocked on the door.

Several minutes later, a shabby-ooking Ron came out. ‘Whozzerre?’

‘Y/N.’ you answered.

‘The bloody hell are you doing here seven in the morning?’ he asked, nettled.

‘I need to see your wife, Ronald.’ You responded with equal mock-anger.

‘Oh, for Merlin’s sake Ron!’ said a voice as a fully dressed Hermione appeared at the door. ‘Y/N! Hi!’

‘Hey Mione, can I speak to you?’

‘Of course.’

‘Er, privately?’

‘Oh don’t mind me. I’m going to bed.’ Ron yawned.

‘Charming, Ronald.’ Hermione snapped as Ron trudged back. ‘Yes?’

‘Mione... I’m pregnant.’

‘What? I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you, could you say that again?’

‘I’m serious Mione. I’m pregnant.’

‘WHAT?’ Hermione squealed. ‘Y/N, but that’s... amazing!’

‘I know!’ you squealed.

‘Does Harry know?’

You looked away.

‘You didn’t tell him, did you?’ Hermione accusingly said.

‘I’m not sure how he’s going to react.’ You muttered.

‘Well... maybe tell him by the end of this week... the Auror requirements are crazy at the moment. Maybe you ought to wait till he’s relaxed?’ she suggested.

‘Yeah, I’ll do that. And Mione, could you please cover for me just this once? I’ll work overtime maybe when you know, the baby’s born? It’s just... I’m quite tired at the moment.’ You pleaded.

‘You will not work overtime after your baby is born.’ Hermione sternly instructed. ‘I will cover for you all the same. Take care, Y/N.’

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‘Love, is something the matter?’ Harry concernedly asked. ‘You’re... distant.’

‘I’m working long hours, Harry.’ You responded.

Harry arched a brow. ‘I don’t recall ever seeing you at the office in the last two days. Where do you disappear to in the day time?’

‘I have other work to do besides stay at the Ministry, Harry.’ You snapped in irritation.

Pregnancy was giving you mood swings.

‘See, this is the problem.’ Harry said. ‘You’re not telling me something. When was the last time you called me Harry in that tone?’

‘I dunno, but I’ll use it more often if you act like this.’

‘You know what, that’s it.’ He slammed his fork on the table. ‘I can’t take this anymore. Do what you like.’

He stomped up.

Yup, you blew it.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, you followed.

‘I’m not sure you’d be happy if I told you why.’ You muttered when you got there.

‘Happy?’ asked Harry. ‘Why would I be happy with something that is the cause of my wife ignoring me? I’d personally hate it.’

Tears brimmed in your eyes.

‘Oh yeah?’ you asked in a shaky voice. ‘Well good job, because I’m bloody pregnant with your bloody baby. And you hate it, don’t you?’

Harry was dumbstruck.

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

‘Y/N...’ he choked out. ‘I didn’t mean...’

‘Save it.’ You said, running downstairs.

Harry messed up his hair.

‘I’m gonna be a dad?’ he whispered to no one.

A crash from the dining room followed by a whimper of pain snapped him out of his thoughts.

‘Love?’ he called.

No answer.

‘Y/N!’ he ran down.

‘I’m... nothing, I thought it was going to... come.’ You panted. ‘Babies don’t come that fast, do they?’

‘I... don’t know. Love, I’m so sorry.’

Harry gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Rest, darling. Don’t exhaust our little child here.’

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‘It’s a boy!’

You let out a choked sob, reaching out as the doctor placed your creation in your hands.

Everybody, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Mr and Mrs Weasley had come to see you.

‘It’s so cute!’ Ginny whispered.

‘He’s beautiful.’ You spoke.

Your husband approached you.

‘C-can I?’ he asked.

You smiled and shifted over as Harry sat down, cradling the baby boy in his arms.

A tear escaped his eye.

‘James.’ You cooed.

‘James Sirius Potter.’ Harry declared, pressing a kiss to your temple.

After you had gone home, Harry had taken you to the nursery he designed for the baby weeks ago.

‘I love you so much.’ He muttered.

‘I love you too, idiot.’ You laughed. ‘And I love this baby.’

‘Hmm. Let’s make another one.’

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A Summer Secret Part 1 - F.W

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Part 2

Requested/About: After bursting a water pipe and flooding his house, Fred needs a place to stay - whilst the family is on a vacation he temporarily stays at George's house. Y/N tries to get out of an arranged marriage her parents have planned with the Malfoy Family. Failing to do so, she flees to George's house - the father of her best friends who promised she could stay there to escape. Fred and Y/N meet unexpectedly, and something sparks between them - something that Fred vows to be nothing more than a summer fling, a summer secret... but is it?

Warnings: Age gap relationship (y/n is 18), swearing, mention of arranged marriage, mention of food and eating.

Staring out of the train window, bidding farewell to the mountains, the river, and to Hogwarts, you felt tears prick at your eyes. You weren't ready to go home for summer, you never did - you were always at the Twin's house, living under George and Angelina's roof to escape the arguments your parents caused when you said no to them controlling every aspect of your life.

Unfortunately, Gideon and Fabian were going away for the summer with their parents to visit Charlie and you were unable to join them, you understood and was fine with it, but you were absolutely terrified to step foot into your home, with your parents trying to force you into a marriage you didn't want.

"Cheer up, Y/N." Fabian frowned "I hate seeing you upset."

You broke your stare from the scenery and looked over at your best friends, taking some puking pastilles from their bags.

"Just in case" you muttered, "If they're sick they'll leave me alone."

Fabian smirked and shook his head, tutting "Did they say anything else in the letter?"

You shook your head back "No, they just told me I didn't have a choice. I've graduated, I'm eighteen yet I can't decide what I want for myself."

"I can't imagine getting married at this age to someone I've probably never met."

You stared at Fabian, a little sore and taken aback by his sudden burn.

"Thanks, Fabian, I can't either." You squirmed in your seat and pulled out some jelly snakes from the bag of sweets you were sharing, biting and pulling at the tail, stretching the snake, bursts of green apple and lime flooded your mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he apologised starting to panic.

You shrugged it off and tried to stay calm, throwing him a jelly snake"It's okay."

Gideon rummaged through his large bag and pulled out a large bronze key, handing it to you. "If things get really bad, stay at our house anyway."

You smiled slightly and took the key from him, examining it before stuffing it in your pocket "Thanks, lads."

Fabian nodded his head, flicking through job applications he had filled out before sighing and plonking them back in his bag. "Thank Merlin we've got dads shop"

"Tell me about it" Gideon replied "Uncle Fred will be chuffed when we roll up begging for a job."

The two of them laughed, waiting for you to join in, but you were too busy staring out of the window getting lost in what could unfold in a few hours time.

Dear Y/N,

We are so proud of you for working so hard, we are very eager to find out your N.E.W.T results in the next few months to come.

Your mother and I have been looking for jobs you can apply to once you're home, if you've got the grades, working for The Ministry seems rather promising. Your friend's uncle worked as an Auror for a little while, the one who now picks up spare shifts at that joke shop every now and then.

Anyway, we have got some news we need to share it with, unfortunately, we are unable to tell you in person as the wait is too long, but I don't doubt our owl is rather fast at delivering letters; a lot faster than yours it seems.

We have decided that you will be getting an arranged marriage, your status needs to be high if you want to go for and do well in life, you will marry into a very successful family, one that will open doors for you which your N.E.W.Ts cannot.

If you have anything going on with anyone right now, you need to end it before you arrive home. This matter is not up for discussion, neither is the family we have chosen for you.

Arrive home on time, well dressed, and we will go through the meeting. Don't you dare show us up in front of them, you will regret it.

Please write back, I'm not sending another owl to check on you and you are old enough to realise that Howlers are for kids.

Grow up and act like an adult.

See you soon.

Safe Travels,

- Y/D/N

Grumbling down the path to your house, your stomach started to do flips as you inched closer and closer to the front door. Seeing yourself in the reflection of the glass diamond shape in the middle of the door, you quickly fixed your hair that got ruffled in the wind, unrolling your skirt and straightening out the creases in your blouse.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and pushed the front door open, carrying your trunk inside, your owl flying inside eagerly for scraps of food. Your heart thumped in your chest and you could hear each thump in your ears.

"Mum!" you called out "Dad!"

"We're in the living room, Y/N," Y/D/N replied.

Setting down your trunk beside the stairs in case you needed to make a quick escape, you walked into the living room, staring at your shoes, afraid your parents had already pulled out a wedding dress and pamphlets of various venues waiting to be hired.

"How lovely to see you," your mother smiled, getting out of her seat to pull you into a hug before your dad cleared his throat.

Yeah, go on, scare her away from me like you always do.

Your mum quickly sat back down beside your father who didn't hug you or welcome you home. Instead, he pulled two moving photographs from the pocket in his waistcoat, setting them face down on the table in front of you.

This must be the family he's chosen for me.

"Well dressed like I asked, thank you." He smiled "You'll be happy to know that the family we have picked out for you are rather eager to... get the ball rolling. They've been kind enough to offer to cover the costs of the wedding, and helping you move into their home once you have married their son."

A wedding... I won't get to choose...

Moving into their home... where I cannot escape...

Fred cursed under his breath standing in his kitchen, the bottom of his trousers heavy and drenched because of the water rising up to his ankles. He dragged himself around the kitchen, searching for some parchment and a quill, but with no luck, he grabbed the muggle telephone, trying to remember how to ring his brother.

"Hello, George Weasley speaking-"

"Alright, Mr Fancy arse" Fred replied, swearing as his shoes started to squelch with each step "Look, I need some help."

Angelina could be heard in the background, telling George to meet her at the airport after she lands with the boys.

"What's up, Freddie?"

Fred sighed "I'm up to my ankles in water, a bloody pipe burst and these muggles take ages to get here. The whole house will be flooded by the time you get here, can I crash at your place? I don't want to bother mum, she's got enough going on with Ron and Hermione's newborn."

George smirked through the phone, amused at his brother's bad luck with something as simple as a water pipe, magic not being able to fix it after a prank going wrong with Fred's wand.

"Of course, me, Angelina, and the boys will be gone for a few weeks though, there's enough food and that - all I ask is that you look after the owls for us."

Fred walked up the steps, his lower legs now getting wet "Thank you, George, I owe you one!"

"It's okay Freddie, just don't get up to any trouble."

"I won't. Say hi to Charlie for me!"

If Gideon and Fabian knew Uncle Fred was staying at the house too, they would have texted you, sent an owl if they didn't have any signal, but they didn't know - and their father didn't think to tell them.

If Fred knew a younger girl would be staying in the house, he would have rented a room somewhere else, hell, he would've stayed in the office above the shop, but he didn't know.

And you of all people would've forced yourself to stay under your parent's roof for a little longer, or jump on a plane and bump into Gideon and Fabian just by chance, but they didn't tell you.

Fred always felt amazed when he was in George's house - it was large and cosy, a proper family home, a master bedroom with an ensuite, two guestrooms where you had slept during previous summer - where the twins often slept instead of their own room from time to time, and a large bathroom that could fit in the whole Weasley family.

You swallowed hard, shifting in the stiff chair, you shook your head, your voice wobbly as you tried to speak.

"Dad, I appreciate all of this, I really do - but I'm an adult, it isn't your choice or right to make decisions for me, I don't want to get married, I don't want to live with another-"

You wanted to continue, but Y/D/N glared at you, he spoke through gritted teeth, flipping over the photographs of the family trying to buy you for their son.

"How dare you disrespect me. After everything I have done for you, for this family, you are not an adult, you still act like a child!"

"I'm eighteen!" you snapped, feeling brave, finding your voice.

"You are still living under my roof! You will do as I say!"

Your mother did nothing but stare into the fireplace, perhaps deep in thought or imagining you in a white lace dress, walking down the aisle with a face smile plastered on your face.

"No, I will not!"

"You will!" your dad bellowed, rising out of his chair "because they are coming to meet you in an hour and you better comply, girl!"

Tears pricked at your eyes, your chest tightened and the familiar lump formed in your throat. Staring down at the picture made you sick to your stomach, you recognised the young lad in the photograph, for he was no other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"The Malfoys!" you also stood up "I will never, ever marry into that family! Not after what they did!"

Y/D/N grunted "What are you going to do? Marry a Weasley? Work in a joke shop and be a laughing stock for a living?"

You stormed out of the living room, grabbing your trunk, your mother continued to stare into the flames, blocking out everything around her, smiling about what could have been.

Your dad followed you, grabbing the other handle on your trunk, pulling you to him.

"You aren't going anywhere!"

"I'm going anywhere but here!" you snarled back, your trunk opened and your clothes dropped onto the floor, letting go, you stormed up the stairs and sprinted to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Frantically, you pulled out your phone, messaging the twins.

Y/N: They want me to marry into the Malfoy family! I can't fucking do it.

Fabian: Wait. Scorpius?

Gideon: You've got to be joking.

Y/N: No! I'm not! His family are coming to meet me in the next hour, what the fuck am I going to do?

Gideon: Puking Pastilles?

Y/N: No, I'm not risking leaving this bedroom if I'm not going outside.

Fabian: You've got our house key, use it genius.

Y/N: I will tonight, I just need to fake this shit, hopefully, I won't be married by morning, I'll run away to yours in the night.

Gideon: Be careful.

Fabian: Don't do anything we wouldn't do.

Y/N: Why do you think I'm running away? The Malfoys are the worst match!

Fred got used to being alone in the house after a week, blasting loud music, dancing like no one was watching, walking around in nothing but his boxers as the summer heat became unbearable. He felt on top of the world, he was alone, enjoying himself, in a huge house all to himself.

Managing to escape through the night as you had planned, you were taken by surprise when you arrived at George's manor to find the lights on and music blaring through the walls.

Maybe the twins came home early to surprise me.

Knocking on the door was pointless, even if you yelled the music was too loud to compete with. Pulling out your key, you unlocked the door and walked inside, setting your bags down on the table on the porch, hanging your coat up on the peg. Following the music you stopped in your tracks, in front of you was Fred, dancing in his boxers, sliding across the wooden floor in his socks, playing the air guitar. Your cheeks started to go red. If this was a prank, it was definitely well thought out - but deep down, you knew that Fabian and Gideon hadn't come home.

You had met Fred before, you always visited the joke shop with your friends and he had been at George's many times over Christmas, and Summer when he wasn't working. Each time you had seen him, he had always been on his own, no girlfriend, no ring on his finger.

Fred spins around with his eyes closed and opens them as he faces you, he jumps out of his skin and instantly covers his private parts with his hands as his eyes met yours, you grabbed the remote and rapidly paused the blaring music.

"W-What are you doing here?!" he asked, breathless and red.

You picked up one of his T-Shirts and threw it at him, leaning against the table, staring at your shoes as he got dressed "I could ask you the same thing." you replied shyly.

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