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larluce · 4 months

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AU where Merlin is Arthur's familiar

Firstly, for everyone that doesn't know, in European folklore of the medieval and early modern periods, familiars were believed to be supernatural entities or spiritual guardians that would protect or assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic. They're almost always represented as some kind of animal, like a cat or a bird, sometimes a demon.

So, having that cleared up, how would Merlin be a familiar and how would he be Arthur's familiar of all people when Arthur isn't a sorcerer?

That's the thing, in this AU a group of evil druids or sorcerers find out about Merlin's identity earlier and his whereabouts while he is still in Ealdor. Not wanting Emry's magic to be under the command of some prophesied king and desiring that power to themselves, they kidnapped him and make a ritual to turn him into a familiar (a merlin especifically). They also erase his memory so Merlin doesn't remember he was ever human. Just when they where about to bond the bird to the sorcerer/druid leader to have Emrys magic under their command, Merlin manages to escape. He doesn't know who he is or where to go, he just knows he has to go far away from there.

Somehow, probably through his run away ordeal, familiar Merlin ends up in Camelot's castle, with an injured wing. He's chirping in pain when the young prince finds him in his yard.

Arthur: (covering his ears) Why are you making so much noise? Shut up! (looking closely) Wait! you're hurt? (picks him up carefully) I think your wing is broken. (Merlin chirps louder) Alright, alright! I'll find help. (runs as fast as he can) Gaius! Gaius!

The court physician bandages the bird's wing, but he can't take care of it due to his work, so Arthur does it. He makes a place for the bird in his room and feeds it. He tries to not get attached to it knowing the bird will have to return to its natural environment as soon as it recovers. However, after the bird's wing is healed, it doesn't want to leave, not matter how many times Arthur frees it in the forest, it always comes back, so finally Arthur decides to keep it. He has a bit of a fight with his father, because he never let Arthur have a pet, but after the bird protects the prince of a witch that was in disguise by stinging her eyes out, the king finally allows the prince to keep it. The prince, very happy, brings the bird to his chambers.

Arthur: (with Merlin in his forearm) Now the you're oficially my pet- (the bird chirps in protest) Well, my, eh... animal companion? (the bird deadpans) We'll work on that later. The point is, I should probably give you a name. (the bird moves its wings, excited) What about...bird? (the bird shakes it's head) Yeah, I've been calling you that from the start, so no. hmmm. What about falcon? Gaius says you're a falcon, though you're too small to be one, honestly. (the bird chirps, offended). I should just call you falcon or little falcon. No, it's still too long. Lil' falc? No. hmmmm. I think Gaius said you were a especific kind of falcon? How was it? Mar... Mer...Merloni? Merlon... Merlin! That was it. I'll call you Merlin.

Without knowing, Arthur just finished the last step of the ritual: naming the familiar, and with that, becoming the familiar's master. When the bond is created, a flash of light blinds him and, suddenly, the bird is replaced by a boy, who now is sitting on him, while he's spread on the floor.

Arthur: (looking up, shocked) What the fu-

Merlin: (looking down, confused) Arthur! Why are you smaller now? Wait... I can talk? (brings his hand to his face surprised) And I have... hands? Where are my wings? (panicking) Arthur, I lost my wings! And my feathers!(crying)NOOOOO!

Arthur: Merlin? That's.. you? Merlin? Mer...Merlin, shut up! (Merlin stops crying) And get off me! (shoves Merlin aside) How did this happen?

Merlin: You think I know?! Maybe that witch cursed me to be as ugly as you as a revenge for turning her blind. (sobs) My wings, my beautiful wings.

Arthur: (offended) Excuse me? Is not like you were a "handsome" bird either, you poor excuse of a falcon.

Merlin: How would you know, human with so little imagination that names his bird after their species?

After their stupid fight, they go to Gaius, in secret, of course. They can't have the king knowing the prince's bird was cursed. The physician does his investigation and, after Merlin discovers he can turn to his bird form and his human form at will and do some magic stuff, he concludes Merlin is, in fact, a familiar.

Gaius: Incredible! I thought they were a myth. It's said they're spiritual guardians of magic itself and that just the most powerful sorcerers could summond one and tamed them to become even more powerful.

Merlin: No... it can't be. I'm just a bird! I can't be a magical creature! I can't!

Arthur: (Knowing Merlin's scared due to his father laws and believes) Merlin. It's okay.

Merlin: (crying, almost hysterical) NO! I'm not a monster! I swear! I'm not evil!

Arthur: I know. Human, bird or familiar, or whatever, you're a good person. Well, a good being. Nothing is going to change that and nothing is going to happen to you, alright?

Merlin: (calms down) alright (snifs)

Arthur: But we need you to remember. Do you have any memory of you being anything but a bird?

Merlin: No, I've always been a bird. Although... (thoughtful) I don't... remember being a chick before.

Arthur: A what?!

Gaius: He means a baby bird.

Arthur: Oh, right (blushes). I knew that.

Merlin: Yeah, my very first memory is just before I came to Camelot, when... I was trap in a... cage. (he trembles at the memory) There were humans with capes, I think. They said they wanted to... control me, to had me at their mercy. I don't know what they wanted to do with me but I escaped. I thought I wouldn't make it. (with tears in his eyes) I was.. so scared.

Gaius: They must be the sorcerers that summonded you.

Merlin: Great. So not only I'm some magical entity but I'm sorcerer's slave now?

Arthur: (fiercely) You are NOT a slave! You are... ("mine" he is about to say, but stops) your own.

Merlin: (suddenly scared) What if they look for me?!

Arthur: I won't let them take you. I promise.

Gaius: And I don't think you have to worry about being some sorcerer's slave, Merlin. If you were bonded to one, you wouldn't have been able to escape in the first place.

Merlin: That means... (hopeful) I'm free?

Gaius: And in Camelot where magic is forbidden, so you're safer as you can be. You'll just have to keep pretending you're a bird, if that's not a problem with you.

Merlin: I'm completly fine with that.

Arthur: (joyful) And me! (composes himself) I mean, I like him better when he can't talk. (Merlin frowns at him)

Times goes by. At first, Merlin stays in his bird form and tries not to do magic, because, apparently he's been doing magic all this time without knowing (honestly, how was he supposed to know all the things he accidentally broke or dirt in Arthur's room were repaired and cleaned by him? He just thought Arthur has very efficient servants!). But it becomes impossible, not only because not doing magic makes him sick, but Arthur keeps running into danger time and time again, so he has to use magic to protect him. Arthur scolds him everytime he does that, he doesn't want his friend to be discover, but eventually it becomes rutine. Also, Merlin starts to take his human form more and more frecuently, because he needs Arthur to understand him, sometimes to give him a piece of his mind, to warn of some danger he finds out, or simply to cheer him up when he's sad or pass time.

Merlin: Is magic really evil? (he looks at his hands)It doesn't feel evil when I use it.

Arthur: How does it feel to you?

Merlin: It feels like... flying (he smiles and closes his eyes) So natural and beautiful, like the earth under my feet and the wind moving my feathers. And I feel it everywhere, not just inside me, but in every living thing. In every flower that blooms, every pup and chick that is born. Even in you. It's suppose to corrupt you, but instead of feeling wrong, I feel so good and... so alive.

Arthur: (looks at him for a moment, completely in love and then composes himself) I don't believe magic is evil. Not anymore.

Merlin: (open his eyes, surprised) Why's that?

Arthur: At first I thought you were an exception to the rule, but then Morgana-

Merlin: (even more surprised) She told you?!

Arthur: (just as surprised) You knew?!

Merlin: I could feel the magic inside her (he admits, guiltily). I wanted to be wrong. She's one of the kindest human I know, but then I saw her doing magic and... I just couldn't tell you. It wasn't my secret to tell, I'm sorry.

Arthur: It's alright. I understand. (he sighs) She was... so scared, Merlin. She begged not to tell my father, like I could ever do that (he laughs dryly). And she didn't learn magic, she just have it. She didn't even know she was a sorcerer until recently.

Merlin: Oh... (thoughtful) That explains a lot of things.

Arthur: What do you mean?

Merlin: Morgana isn't the only one, I think. Sometimes I fly around and I feel people with magic inside them. Some of them are evil, so I call you, but there are others that just do minor stuff, like healing spells and potions. But there are other too that… don't do magic at all and yet… the magic inside them is so strong. I thought maybe I was seing the potential of magic, but now…

Arthur: (in heavy realisation) So it's true. My father's been killing innocent people all this time.(with tears rolling down his eyes) I've been killing innocent people all this time.

Merlin: (hugging and comforting him) No! Arthur you did nothing wrong. You didn't know.

Arthur: (crying and hugging tightly in return) I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Aaaand that's it. I don't know what else could happen. Apart of merthur getting together obviously. There would be a lot of pinning and confused feelings. Arthur first meets Merlin as a bird after all, so accepting he has a crush on his bird friend is not going to be easy. The same goes to Merlin. Lets not talk about when they both discover they're bonded and Arthur could technically control Merlin and use Merlin's magic at his will if he wanted. And I guess at some point the evil sorceress/druids would try to get Merlin back. And then Merlin finding out he was human before and has a mother in ealdor… Damn that's a lot of angst.

Anyways, I still have a couple of fics on going so I don't think I'm going to write this anytime soon... or ever. So if anyone wants to write it feel free to do it. Or just comment any ideas you have for this concept/prompt below so I can keep them in mind if I write it in the end.

EDIT: I DID A PART 2, GUYS!!! -> LINK

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elegantjellyfishwerewolf · 2 months

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Trollhunters! Nomura Au

Final

The third part(2/2)<

This AU was made me and @enniyart

While part of the team, consisting of Nomura, Angor, Blinky, Draal, Aaarrgh, Toby and Jim, went in search of Merlin. Another part of the team with Steve and Eli stayed to look after the exhausted Claire in the Lake house (due to recent events, the house was empty for a very long time).

The journey to the tomb is uneventful. The only interesting moment happens when Merlin wakes up and Nomura says that she is now a trollhunter. This statement makes the Wizard surprised, for a second he looks at Jim, but quickly assumes the usual cynical expression on his face and together with the others goes to Arcadia where an unpleasant surprise awaits them.... The fact is that while the trollhunter and the others were looking for Merlin's tomb, the Creepslayerz, who were left to look after Claire, witnessed her obsession with Morgana (due to the fact that there was more concentration of dark magic in Claire, Morgana's possession occurred earlier than in the original). Steve was already ready to say goodbye to life, but fortunately Eli watched all seasons of "Supernatural", so the first thing he does is throw a jar of salt into the obsessed Claire and lock her in the basement to wait for the rest of the team.

After the rest of the team returns, Morgana is tied up in the same way as the original and they think about how to return Claire to her body. They decide to send a couple of team members to the world of shadows to pull Claire's soul out of illusions. Jim and Toby are called to go to the world of shadows, Angor remains to keep the portal open, and the rest remain to watch the queen of the Eldrich.

While Jim and Toby search for Claire, Morgana tries to manipulate the remaining members of the team. But Merlin begins to do what he does best, infuriate others, and Morgan is already being led to his manipulations and jokes.

Just like in the original, Jim and Toby find Claire's soul and together they expel the witch from her body.

At this time, Gunmar, with the help of Avalon's staff and Strickler, frees Morgana. Gunmar decides that he no longer needs changelings, but Strickler stops him saying that of all those present, only he is aware of what is happening in the world (and with the help of his connections has a great influence in the human world), he also says that he should not underestimate the superiority of people in technical terms. Strickler proposes a plan according to which his changelings penetrate into all important spheres of humanity, and when Gunmar decides to begin conquering the upper lands, humanity will already be destroyed from within and will not be able to provide proper resistance to the Gumgum army. Morgana, who has just been released, agrees with Strickler's plan and Gunmar and Morgana go into the shadows for a while to regain strength after a long imprisonment.

After all she's been through, Claire decides that her parents deserve the right to know what's really going on. At first, Ophelia and Javier do not believe their daughter, but when her teacher from the "exchange school" appears, all doubts disappear instantly.

Thanks to the help of a member of the Nunez council, the team is better able to hide trolls from the trollmarket.

A team of hunters is discussing a plan to defeat Gunmar and Morgana. Merlin tells about the stones of the three shadows capable of summoning the eclipse sword. The trollhunter already has the eye of Gunmar, and therefore the whole team goes for the rest of the stones. It turns out to be quite simple to get the stones of death and birth. Only in the process of extracting the second Draal accidentally turns into a human (he and Nomura even manage to go on a date to a human restaurant. The date itself happened surprisingly well, until Draal started eating curtains). After learning about this, Merlin and Angor finally figure out how to defeat Morgana once and for all. They decide to prepare a potion that, like with Draal, will turn Morgana into a human and when she will become mortal, they will finally be able to kill her.

Angor also decides that they need all the

powers they have and therefore helps Claire create her own shadow staff.

Blinky and Aaarrrgh, as well as in the original, gather allies among the trolls to fight back against Gunmar.

Gunmar also wasted no time and while the trollhunter was looking for the stones of the three shadows, he attacked troll settlements and replenished his army, simultaneously absorbing their hearts of stone, becoming even bigger and stronger because of this.

After that, Morgana begins eternal night (she also breaks Merlin's staff), but when they come to the surface, gumgums do not find a single person.

The fact is that council member Nunez is seeking consent to conduct a training evacuation of the entire city, so all residents of Arcadia are safe.

Morgana, seeing this, immediately begins to ask Strickler what is going on, and then it turns out that Walter has long betrayed her and sided with Gunmar. Morgana is about to kill the changeling, but she is attacked by an Angor that appeared from the portal and takes them to another battle location.

Gunmar at the same time starts a fight against Nomura in the eclipse armor and Draal.

Merlin goes to the ruined market to get a staff, and the rest of the team, together with the Order of Janus, fight against the Gumgum army.

The trollhunters' plan is that Angor should get close to Morgana and poison her with a poison that turns into a human (Angor himself understood that he was unlikely to be able to get out of the battle alive). Claire, when the witch finally turns into a mortal, will deal a fatal blow to the exhausted Morgan, thereby canceling eternal night. At this time, Nomura and Draal will try to restrain Gunmar in an open area, so that when the sky dissipated and the sun appeared, Gunmar fell under his direct rays and turned into stone (the fact is that he became so huge that Merlin was not sure whether the eclipse blade would be enough to kill Gunmar). The task of the rest of the team is to restrain Gunmar's army so that she could not come to his or Morgana's aid.The task of the rest of the team is to restrain Gunmar's army so that she could not come to his or Morgana's aid.

Angor and Morgana begin their battle during which the staff of the shadow breaks and Morgana kills Angor, but he manages to cut her with a poisoned blade. Morgana notices that her wounds do not recover, but remain and begin to bleed. In a panic, she tries to escape to regain her strength and stop the effect of the poison, but Claire, with a new staff of shadow, blocks her path. A long fight ensues between them during which Claire loses her right eye and is again in a dying state, but still she manages to kill the witch.

Gunmar finds himself right under the withering rays of the sun. He tries to find shelter (his skin has almost turned to stone and has become very fragile), but at that moment Nomura and Draal decapitate him. Gunnar dies, but also due to a strong surge of magic, the stone in the amulet splits, and Draal also loses his right arm.

The remaining gumgums, which did not have time to eliminate, are destroyed by themselves due to the death of Gunmar, as in the original.

Eternal Night ends (Merlin, due to the fact that Morgana broke the staff of Avalon, does not regain her powers).

Residents of Arcadia are returning to the city (a little oh.evayut when they see the consequences of the battle against Morgana and Gunmar). And when the team of hunters relaxes, the changelings take over the city and Strickler declares that his plan remains unchanged. Changelings will also destroy humanity from the inside, and then using human weapons they will strike at all the deposits of stone hearts, so the world will belong only to changelings (the world did not want to accept them, and they are not going to accept this world).

Claire goes to the hospital. Draal also becomes incapacitated due to the loss of his arm. Steve, Eli and Toby say that they will fight with the others, but Nomura does not want the children to participate in the massacre, so takes them to the pantry and locks them for a while until it's all over. Jim looks at all this from the side, and then follows Nomura (she did not look for him because time was running out, and she thought that he would have enough brains not to follow her (not enough)).

Nomura (already without the amulet, armed with khopesh), Merlin (still with 10% of his magic), Blinky, Aaarrrgh and the remaining surviving trolls go to storm the Order of Janus.

At this time, it is not Enrique who goes to the dark lands for familiars (let's accept the fact that the Darklands were not destroyed during eternal night).

While the rest of the trolls are fighting the changelings, Nomura infiltrates the headquarters of the Order of Janus (Jim slips behind her unnoticed) where Strickler is now. A fight ensues between Nomura and Strickler during which Strickler prepares to deliver a fatal blow to the hunter....

*BANG*

Jim picks up a crossbow lying on the floor and shoots his history teacher.

The surviving changelings escape from Arcadia. It is NotEnrique who successfully gets out of the Darklands with the familiars in the cradle stone.

Afterword: after the finale, Jimmy and Claire start dating (they fell in love with each other at joint sessions with a psychologist).

Claire continues to practice shadow magic (after the battle, she picks up a piece root of the Angor Rot body and now it grows in her pot).

Nomura, Draal, Blinky and Merlin, along with the rest of the trolls from the market, leave for New Jersey. Aaarrrgh stays with Toby and the others to protect Arcadia.

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frost-queen · 7 months

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To have and keep (Reader!Scratch x Weird sisters)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

A/n: I apologize for the shortness of it, but I wanted to write something with little time.

You rushed out of your room, your brother waiting for you outside. – “Got everything?” – he asked removing himself from against the wall. You hummed loud with your backpack strap hanging over one shoulder. – “I’m actually quite excited about doing classes outside.” – you told him as he followed your pace. Nick scratched the back of his head with a nod. – “Yeah sure it is something else.” – he answered.

You nudged him in the rib for his obvious lack of enthusiasm. – “What?” – Nick said smirking. – “Nothing just your enthusiasm is to die for.” – you responded with a laugh. – “That could be arranged sister.” – he came leaning in closer with a wide smile. Shoving him away from you, you rolled with your eyes. Hiding that smile on your lips. Nick and you rounded the corner coming into the open hall with the statue of the dark lord.

By the entrance stood the Weird sisters. They turned at the same time making Nick quirk his eyebrow up. Elegantly they walked in sync over to you. – “Y/n.” – Prudence purred out with a catty smile. – “You must be cold darling.” – She snapped with her finger as Agatha undid her of her jacket.

“We wouldn’t want you to have a cold in this lovely weather.” – Agatha spoke placing the jacket over your shoulders. Nick furrowed his brows. – “Why are you so tentative to my sister?” – he questioned dumbfound by their charm towards you.

Dorcas sighed deep with a shake of her head. – “Little Nickie.” – she said belittling him a bit. Nick gave her a disgusted look, clearly not liking her tone as she grabbed his shoulders. – “We like your sister.” – she whispered in his ear. Nick brushed her off him, brushing his hand over his ear with a shudder. – “We adore her.” – Agatha said hugging you from the side. Prudence stared at Nick. – “She is ours to share.” – she stated as Nick pulled you back.

“Not in hell.” – Nick answered with mockery in his voice. Prudence pulled her lip up in annoyance. – “Nick.” – you said gently touching his arm. – “It’s alright. They are very gentle with me. I promise you they aren’t doing anything weird with me.” – you reassured him. – “They better not.” – Nick answered brushing his thumb down your cheek.

Agatha cleared her throat wanting your attention again. Dorcas grabbed your hand pulling you closer to them. – “Come Y/n let us escort you to class.” – Prudence said wrapping an arm around you. Dorcas took your other arm, letting her head lean against your arm.

Nick sighed deep going after you. The Weird sister’s couldn’t stop touching you, wanting you close. A cool breeze swept some leaves over the ground. The coming of October slowly announcing itself. A glamorous season for witches.

Prudence closed your jacket better so no wind could draft underneath your clothing. – “Warm kitten?” – Prudence asked while Dorcas was stroking your arm. You hummed softly seeing your brother roll his eyes behind you. Nick came closer pestering the Weird sisters away like a flock of annoying birds. Waving his hand around for them to move. They hissed at him, clamping even harder onto you.

“Oh get over it!” – Nick called out annoyed taking you by the arm. He pulled you away from them. The Weird sisters started to cry and whine loudly at the loss of you. – “Babies.” – Nick told you as he kept pushing you away from them. – “Don’t you ever get annoyed with them?” – he asked. You had to think for a second. – “Not really… sure they can be invasive, but they are always gentle and sweet with me. Unlike any stunts they performed on Sabrina.” – you and Nick recalled it very clearly how wicked the Weird sisters were towards Sabrina Spellman when she first came to the academy.

They never did any tricks like that on you for some reason. It was as if you had charmed them by just being present. They worshipped you. Nick and you walked into the forest close to the academy to where the class would be held. Some leaves already started to fall. Leaving you with that cozy end of September feeling. Fall was your favorite season. Pale trees. Crunchy leaves scattered on the ground. Pumpkins, full moons, and witchy hours.

By the witches circle of mushrooms stood Sabrina. She waved at Nick. Nick and you waved back at her. Nick patted you on the back going over to her. The moment Nick had left your side, you felt a pair of hands grab onto you. Getting pulled a bit back, there were more hands on you. – “Little kitten I have missed you.” – Prudence said brushing her cheek against your shoulder.

Agatha nodded with pouted lips letting her head rub against your upper arm. Dorcas stood on the other side stroking your arm with delight. The three of them guided you towards the witches circle forcing you to sit down. Agatha came laying her head down on your lap. Dorcas and Prudence each by your side. Dorcas took out your book, holding it open for you.

“Can you read it well enough?” – she asked holding it up. You nodded with a soft hum taking the book from her. – “Shall I take your notes Y/n?” – Prudence offered. – “That is alright Prudence.” – you told her. Agatha looked up to you with sweet eyes. – “Pretty sister.” – she said humming afterwards. Prudence nodded. – “If you didn’t have a blood link with Nickie, you’d be our fourth sister in a heartbeat.” – she said.

The teacher arrived as he didn’t say anything about how the Weird Sisters hung over you. Dorcas kissed your cheek sweetly during class. Agatha played a bit with your hand as Prudence kept brushing her hand over your back. It was still a bit of a mystery how the Weird sisters came to like you. From across the witches circle you saw your brother shake his head in disappointment. You simply shrugged your shoulders not even minding that much.

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fool-inthe-rain · 1 year

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Lonesome and Mad

Sirius Black x Reader

wc: 3700~

Content: Angst. Almost a happy ending (Sorry). Time Jump. Use of she/her pronouns. Use of Y/n. Death, imprisonment, the usual angst yall get from me. Pretend Flitwick retired early or something and doesn’t teach charms while Harry is at Hogwarts. Mentions of depression and anxiety.

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The days following his arrest were the most gut-wrenching days she had ever experienced. Having to go through thousands of emotions at once. Trying to wrap her head around the fact that James and Lily were dead, slain by the Dark Lord. Trying to understand how her sweet Sirius could have killed not only Peter but twelve muggles as well.

1st November, 1981

She had been lying on the floor for about twelve hours now. Her entire body hurt, but nothing was more painful than the beating of her heart. Her tears had stopped a while ago, not from a lack of sadness. She had cried every tear she possibly could and now there was only numbness. Flashes of the small Halloween get-together they all had flashed through her brain. She was desperately trying to hold onto the final memories of her best friends.

Lily, her best friend since first year, had dressed up as a storybook witch, big hat, fake wart, and all. James had dressed as Merlin, he had even gotten a fake beard to complete the look. They had Harry dressed in a baby-sized Gryffindor robe and James had found a small stick in the yard for Harry to use as a wand.

The images of her friends muddied her brain. How they could be so happy and celebratory, surrounded by friends, and then gone forever not an hour after the party was over haunted her. She tried to think of everything that had happened, she was desperate to know if there was some way this could have been prevented. The only thing that was unusual was that Peter only stayed for about thirty minutes before leaving. Sure he seemed jumpy and anxious, but that's how he was for as long as she had known him. Though it was hard to think about, she knew there was no way to save Lily and James. Voldemort wanted them dead, and he got exactly what he wanted.

But Sirius? Was he a traitor all this time? Believing he had committed a mass murder was the most difficult part to comprehend. He was an integral part of the Order. He was brave and loyal, he would do anything for James. He was so proud to be Harry's Godfather. Every time he said he loved her, was he lying? Her entire world was destroyed and the only thing she could get herself to do was lay on the freezing cold floor.

Snape was the one who found her on the floor. They were never the best of friends, but she knew how much he loved Lily so she tended to take it easy on him at school. He had apparated to her home shortly after he had seen Lily and James dead, he knew if anyone was taking this exceptionally hard, it would be her. He walked into the small house, calling her name only to get no answer. He finally stumbled upon her laying on the kitchen floor, her back turned to him.

“Y/n?” Snape kneeled down, putting a gentle hand to her waist.

“I can’t get up.” She whispered. She knew it was Snape, afterall the only other person who had such heavy footsteps was now rotting in Azkaban.

“Alright.” This was the one time she was happy Snape wasn’t a talker.

“Would you like me to get Lupin?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Yes, please.” At the mention of his name she began to cry once more. She hadn’t even thought about the fact that her best friend was going through exactly the same thing as her.

Without another word, Snape had stood and apparated away. She stayed on the floor. Paralyzed by her grief, she knew if she tried to stand the effort would be futile. Another loud apparition induced crack rang through the house signaling that Snape had made his way back, hopefully with Remus. Even though she knew Remus would need just as much comfort as her, she still couldn’t find it in her to get up. She didn’t have to however because before she knew it, Remus was laying across from her on the ground. His eyes were bright red and puffy, and he had a sickeningly sad look on his face.

Snape left as soon as he saw Remus get down on the floor with her. Neither spoke for about thirty minutes, they instead decided to just be grateful for eachothers company.

“Moony?” Y/n was the first to speak, though he almost didn’t hear her hushed tone through the wall of thoughts coursing through his mind.

“Hmm?” He didn’t trust himself to speak without crying.

“Will it hurt this bad forever?” Silent tears leaked from her eyes.

Remus lifted a hand, placing it on her wet cheek.

“I think so dove.” He gave her a sad smile.

It would hurt for eternity and thereafter.

November 1991

Things had changed. Y/n took up a post at Hogwarts as the Professor for Charms after Flitwick had left, and Snape had invented a life changing potion for Remus’s furry little problem. Y/n and Remus moved into neighboring homes so as not to be alone in their mourning. Life was better, well, for the most part.

What hadn’t changed was the constant pain just from being alive. The beating of her own heart served as a constant reminder that two of the people she loved most were dead and gone. Rage still churned in her blood every time she thought about Sirius and what he did. Many things were different, but these things were permanent.

Harry was now eleven and attending Hogwarts. When the sorting had yelled Gryffindor after sitting atop his head, y/n had to excuse herself from the professors table so her new colleagues wouldn’t think she was weak for crying at a silly hat saying a silly word. She had spotted him as soon as he walked into the Great Hall. How could she not? He looked exactly like James, silver framed, round glasses, dark messy hair. He was the spitting image of his father.

Though they were two months into the first term, y/n still had yet to speak to Harry, to let him know who she was. He was in her class, and every time she thought of asking him to stay back after said class, he did something so reminiscent of his parents and she would become too overwhelmed with grief to say something.

Harry ended up finding out before she had the chance to speak up. Her own fault, she told herself, she was too cowardly to bring up the past, to relive that horrible day. She wasn’t exactly sure how he found out, but when he came storming into her office with as determined a look an eleven year old can have, she knew exactly what was going on.

“You knew my parents, didn’t you?” He was upset, that was clear as day.

“I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me! Two months you’ve been my teacher and you haven’t said anything!” Harry was yelling, his fists balled at his sides.

“Sit, Harry. Please.” She gestured to the chair sitting on the opposite side of her desk.

Harry did as he was asked, still fuming however.

“What do you want to know?” The question was so simple and calmly spoken, something he wasn’t expecting after the outburst he had.

“Everything.”

Y/n let out a small laugh,

“That could take a while, and I promise you will in time know everything, but how about for now we start with just a little less than everything?”

“Okay,” He sat and thought for a moment, sussing out what would be best to ask first. “How did you know them? How did you meet?”

“Well, I was in Gryffindor, just as your mother and father were. I met Lily the very second I stepped foot onto the Hogwarts express for the first time. She was bumbling down the corridor like a lost puppy and she bowled right into me. As soon as she calmed whatever frenzy she was in to help me up, I knew she would be my first friend. My forever friend.” Y/n smiled at the memory, wishing she could go back in time.

Harry was also smiling. He was picturing his mother on the train, bright red hair pluming around her as she ran down the length of the train.

“And my father?” He looked hopeful, happy to have another piece of his parents. Even if it was a memory he wasn’t a part of.

“Well, I met James on the first day of classes. He already had quite the group of friends, and Lily and I decided very quickly that we wanted nothing to do with him. You can see how that ended up.” She smiled at the young boy. “It took the both of us a while to warm up to each other, but by fourth year James was one of my most loyal friends.”

Y/n let Harry sit with the new information for a few moments.

“One more question,” She checked her watch, “then I believe you have to be getting to your next class.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Harry wasn’t angry this time, curious was the right word now.

It was her turn to think now, it was a loaded question, though he didn’t know that.

“Well, in complete honesty Harry, it was too painful to think about. You are more like them than you will ever know, and I had no clue how to approach the subject with you. I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to make you think of the things you have lost. I just wanted you to live as a normal student for as long as possible.”

“I’m happy I found out. If it’s not too much trouble, could I come here when I want to learn about them?” He asked sheepishly.

Her heart swelled at the thought of having a relationship with Harry, to finally be the Aunt she had only gotten to be for a little over a year.

“Of course. Anytime you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me.”

Harry stood from the chair, giving her a wide smile.

“I-I have to get to transfiguration, but thank you. I enjoyed hearing about them.”

“Go on, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Like a bolt he shot out of her small office so he wouldn’t be late. They both kept their promises that year, and the years following. Harry got to learn about his parents, and y/n got to reminisce on the best years of her life.

September 1993

Sirius escaped Azkaban. Simple as that, though the situation was anything but simple. Harry had been told why this was such a big deal a few days prior, the work of Arthur Weasley. Y/n had been invited by Molly Weasley to join them and Harry before the term started, of course she accepted. She had become someone Harry was comfortable with, and there weren’t many people like that in his life, so anytime she could be there for him she would be. The two had grown quite close over his first three years at Hogwarts, Harry had confided in her, he kept her thoroughly updated on his life and though she was his professor he saw her as the person she was supposed to be. His Aunt.

The two had a lengthy conversation about Sirius, and though it hurt her entire being to talk about him, she answered all of his questions. What she didn’t tell him was that Sirius was his Godfather, nor did she tell him that Moony, or now, Professor Lupin, would be joining them at Hogwarts this year. She figured that was a conversation Remus had to initiate with him, when he felt ready.

January 1994

Remus Lupin was settling in nicely at Hogwarts. He told Harry that he also knew his parents, and while Remus was a bit more hesitant to get close to the boy, they still had a friendly relationship. The year had gone fairly smooth for all parties, besides the elephant in every room. That elephant being Sirius Black of course. Remus and y/n were on high alert everyday, trying to keep Harry safe was a difficult task, especially when the boy had a new found tendency to sneak out of the castle. The night Remus found him in the dark hallway with Snape chastising him, it took him half a second to recognize the old piece of parchment in Severeus’s hand. The Marauder’s Map. Where Harry had gotten it he had no clue, but when the pair had gotten back to his office and Harry had told him he saaw Peter’s name on the map, everything came crashing down around him.

Remus waited for five minutes after Harry had left his office before racing down the faculty hallway, loudly banging on y/n’s door. At that moment he had no care in the world for the sleeping portraits or professors. By the grace of Godric she was still awake, and she quickly ushered him inside to silence the horrible noise of his loud knocking.

“Moony? What is it? What happened?” She placed both hands on his shoulders which were heaving from the sprinting he had just done.

He pulled the map from his back pocket, flicking it in the air for her to see.

“Is that what I think it is? Where the hell did you find that after all these years?”

“Harry had it, don’t ask me how because I don’t know, but right now I need you to be quiet and listen to what I’m about to say.” His eyes were wild.

“Okay.” She nodded, nervous for whatever would pass through his lips next.

“Harry said he saw a name on the map, a name we all thought no longer existed.”

“Remus, you're scaring me.” She was incredibly confused and scared for her friend who had obviously just had some sort of epiphany.

“Peter Pettigrew.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you sick? He’s dead Remus, he has been dead for twelve years!” She was angry now, she didn’t know if this was some cruel joke or what, but she wasn’t having it.

“I didn’t see it! Harry did, and you know that boy doesn’t lie, and neither does this map!” He hit the front of his map against his free hand. He turned away from her, giving himself a minute to calm down.

Y/n paced the room, trying to unscramble this new riddle in her life.

“Does this mean, does this mean he didn’t do it? Is Sirius innocent?” Her breath was quickening, her anxiety was spiking, and that cruel night began replaying in her head, over and over, as if it were there to torture her.

“That is exactly what that means! Smart girl, I knew you would figure it out! Now we need a plan, how do we get to Sirius before anyone else?” He turned back to face her, his eyes met not the steeled thirty-two year old woman, but the scared twenty year old who had just learned her best friends were dead.

Remus slowly made his way to her, helping her sit on the edge of her bed.

“Deep breaths dove, it’s okay. You’re not there anymore, you're in Hogwarts in your room. Everything will be okay.”

His strong hand running along her back and the reassuring words did nothing to quell her racing mind. His voice went in one ear and out the other as she thought about the exact moment the news reached her, how she fell to the ground and didn’t get up for over twelve hours. Suddenly her heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room.

“I-I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe Moony, please make it stop!” She slumped into his side, clinging onto his shirt for dear life.

“Hey, I’m here, I’m here. Everything is okay y/n, I need you to take some deep breaths for me.” He ran his hand along her hair, praying to Godric that he was helping and not making things worse.

When he finally felt her breaths slowing down, he gave a silent thank you to the sky. Minutes passed without a single utterance.

“Sirius is innocent.” She choked out after a while.

“He is.” Remus agreed.

The air was heavy, and their minds were racing, but Sirius was innocent, that was all that mattered.

May 1994

Hagrid was inconsolable, Buckbeak was dead and y/n had been in the hut with him for over an hour, listening to him tell all his best stories about the sweet creature. She felt for Hagrid, and she truly enjoyed hearing the stories, it gave her something meaningful to do with her night, and she was more than happy to be a shoulder to cry on for him. Hagrid’s latest story was interrupted by Remus unabashedly opening the door to the hut.

“Remus? What are you doing here?” Y/n stood up quickly, concern painting her face.

“Hagrid, I am very, very, sorry about Buckbeak but I need Professor y/l/n to come with me right now.” He was out of breath, but he got his point across without too much struggle.

“Oh go on, I've had yer ear for long enough.” Hagrid waved his hand signaling she could go. “I’ll be ok.”

That was all Remus needed to hear and within seconds he had grabbed her hand and pulled her from the small house, quickly running in the opposite direction.

“Sirius is back, we need to get to the womping willow now.”

They both quickened their pace, not knowing what was to come. The willow was angry, violently thrashing her branches into the earth. Fortunately the pair had experience dealing with the outbursts of the tree and they made it underneath with only a few scratches. Travelling through the tight tunnel under the tree they made it to the shrieking shack just in time to see Harry wrestling with Sirius.

The next fifteen minutes were a blur, Snape had somehow made his way there and had subsequently been thrown into a bed by a spell cast by Harry, Scabbers was revealed to be Peter, Harry was thrown for a loop multiple times, demanding answers and explanations, which he got. Sirius and Remus fell into stride after the yelling had subsided, after Harry learned the truth. It was as if the past twelve years had never happened, and yet he had yet to see her. She knew Remus had it handled, she knew this was his way of getting consolation, helping Sirius. She stayed back in the hallway, watching from afar. She would be lying if she said the only reason she did that was to not get in the way, as soon as she laid eyes on his withering figure she was paralyzed the same way as the night when her world was torn to shreds.

The Aftermath

Peter was back to being human, Remus, Harry and Sirius were all talking in a corner, Hermione was tending to Ron’s wound, and yet there she still stood in the shadows, not knowing how to make herself known to her old love. It wasn’t until her name came up in the conversation that she was finally broken out of her trance. She could hear Sirius asking about her, and Remus turned noticing for the first time that she had not followed him into the room.

“Harry give us a moment will you?” Remus asked, “Looks like your friends could use some help.”

Harry agreed and as he walked away Remus clapped a hand onto Sirius’s back.

“Follow me will you?” He looked to his oldest friend.

Remus led him out into the small hallway, and his eyes met hers for the first time in twelve years. Her chest was heaving from adrenaline and anticipation, her lip was bloody from the force of her teeth chewing on it for ten minutes straight, her brain had no clue what to do. Her legs carried her to him, her hands touched his face, and her lips parted.

“Twelve years, twelve bloody years and you were all I could think about.” Her voice was a whisper, so quiet and unsure of itself that she didn’t even know if she said the words out loud.

“You didn’t hate me?” He was timid.

“I hated you. I hated you for so many years, but no matter how much I hated you, I still found myself loving you.” A few tears lept from her eyes at the feeling of her skin on his, at the sound of his beautiful voice.

She leaned in, kissing him in a way that made him believe they had never been apart. Their lips clashed and his hands gripped her waist so tight that even if her knees gave out she would still be standing.

Her first love and her first hearbreak all wrapped in one.

The Inbetween

It was difficult to say the least. They had to figure out how to be around each other again, but no matter how hard it was the love they had for each other made everything seem so easy.

Sirius’s name was cleared after many months of secret meetings in secret locations which had not seen a human for centuries. They returned to 12 Grimmauld, fell asleep together every night, and woke up with their limbs entwined every morning. She told him stories about Harry, she detailed the past twelve years, and he hung onto every word. He cried into her chest in the middle of the night, nightmares plagued his mind, but now he had comfort, something he hadn't felt in over a decade. They both chased happiness and finally caught it after those excruciating years. No higher being or evil creature would separate the two ever again. Their bliss was their defense, but they were blindsided by another war, more chaos, and history would repeat itself.

Voldemort had returned.

18th June, 1996

The cycle continues. Happiness, tragedy, mourning, numbness. One simple spell was all it took to knock him into the hands of death. One simple spell was all it took for him to be ripped away from her once more. This time for good.

This time for eternity.

#thoughts from my grave #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter angst #sirius black #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #marauders era #the marauders #sirius x reader #remus lupin

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Merlin rewatch 2x08 : "The sins of the father"

Part 1 :

Alright ! While Ao3 is down for maintenance, I'm going to watch "Merlin".

I like that we're going to see why the Purge happened, right after an episode like "The witchfinder", in which we saw how terrible witch hunting had been for decades.

It took me several times going back to this scene to notice that this is Sir Caradoc being knighted ? Karadoc ? Coucouuuu.

Wow, Uther praising his son ! "You'll find know one who embodies this values better than my son". (Nobility, honor, respect).

All the new knights circle in front of the king to protect him but Arthur steps forward. No one protects him but Merlin, and he doesn't even know it.

Morgana's interest in Morgause... She probably senses she's familiar.

Arthur is holding himself to the same standards as his fellow knights and I love him for it. No hypocrisy here.

He also states twice he refuses to be taken for a coward.

I love that Merlin points out the obvious : Arthur is gallant, he could hesitate to kill her because she's a woman, and she could use that to her advantage.

Ah, Morgause and her eyeliner...

"Who's to say Arthur's life won't rest in my hands ?" Merlin is like "oh fuuuuck".

Merlin comforting Arthur before the duel, stating he gave Morgause a chance to withdraw and whatever happens will be her doing <3

Lemme say I love that we saw him tinkering with Arthur's armor to fix it and later that we saw him finishing to put it on Arthur. In fanfic, it's such an important plot point. Even when Merlin can be rid of his other tasks, he'll never let anyone else take care of Arthur's armor, in case they mess with it. This armor is Arthur's life, and Merlin should have reinforced it with magic ages ago already.

Morgause's win is quite the accomplishment, as Arthur is apparently one of the best fighters in all of Albion...

That tear in Arthur's eye when he realises she could kill him...

"I have never been so humiliated in my life... I was defeated... by a girl." Arthur you really need to be less sexist.

Morgana you are gorgeous in that silver dress.

Morgause is not looking very straight in that shirt...

"You've shown yourself to be a man of honor."

And she hits where it hurts. Ygraine is Arthur's Achille heel...

Uther is showing himself to be the antithesis to Arthur. He was the one who knighted those new knights at the beginning to the episode, asking them to keep their word and behave with honor, but now he's asking his son to break his word and not go to Morgause. He knows more than he lets on and he's a liar.

Merlin enjoying Arthur's humiliation is pretty funny.

We need to stop with the fatphobic jokes. I never thought they were funny before and I still don't think they're funny now.

"THERE IS NO MORE ROPE" lol Arthur in horse dung !

"I swear this horse is even dumber than you Merlin" how about you stop calling your only friend stupid, dumb, etc ?

Gaius espèce de grosse balance.

I KNEW there would be an arrow flying right in front of them !

The spear is catching fire ? MERLIN ! How obvious is that !? And how oblivious is poor Arthur ?

Aww Arthur is opening up to Merlin and telling him Morgause knew his mother !

Help Morgana is too beautiful here and I'm too gay for this.

Those scenes by the fire in the middle of the forest are always some of the best for Merthur. They're far away from court, Uther, etc. It's just them, their personalities, and they open up and confide in each other. I think it's the first time Arthur talks about his mother and the first time Merlin mentions his father.

Part 2 coming soon.

#bbc merlin #merlin rewatch

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fill for day 21: wicked witch!

Most people who've met Baba Yaga get the impression that she's a belligerent, self-serving old crone with no interests outside of her soap operas; someone who'll kill you if you have the audacity to sneeze in her presence. And they're right.

Mostly.

She has one soft spot, see. She used to have more, but life wore down on her as it does on everyone, and it's only the first that remains; the strongest: stubborn kids. They remind her of herself, she thinks, a little. Thought it’s been so long since she was young that maybe she’s misremembering.

Growing up was hard, of course. She and her sisters survived on scraps and the little bit of magic their parents had taught them before they died. They were born in Russia, though it was so long ago that it wasn't called Russia then. She had another name then, one nobody remembers these days except perhaps her sisters. She wouldn't know; her sisters disappeared centuries ago. They all had their gifts, and made themselves a little coven. The eldest, the crone, had a talent for disguise and shapeshifting. The middle sister could convince anyone to do anything. And Baba Yaga? She didn’t have any natural talents. She was just the youngest, a tagalong. The only thing she was really good at was refusing to give up, shoving her shoulder into life’s closed door until it gave under her determination.

When the sisters grew up, got enough magic under their skins that they'd live forever, grew old anyway, they dissolved their coven. She'd long ago stopped being a true innocent. So they went their separate ways. Her sisters performed great acts. Sometimes, when they were feeling generous, they'd help someone on a quest—for a price, of course. She built herself a good life, with her hybrid house and guardians. Every once in a while a kid would show up and she’d give them an impossible task or three. The kids that kept trying would succeed. Oh, sure, sometimes they’d cheat, but they didn’t give up, which is the part she cared about.

The youngest Grimms are that kind of child. It’s why she didn’t kill the older girl, even when she stole the wand of Merlin. It’s why she built a coven with the other girl.

They’re not good kids, of course. But they’re stubborn, and brave enough to stand up to a woman whose fence is made of bones. And she’s always thought those things were more important than bravery.

#sisters grimm #the sisters grimm #sisters grimm mb

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

PAIRING :: Mattheo Riddle x Malfoy!Reader.

WARNINGS :: swearing, snogging, alcohol consuming, mentions of sex.

SUMMARY :: You and Mattheo have been friends ever since you met him on the Hogwarts Express for your first year at Hogwarts. Ever since that day, you two have been inseparable, to the point there were rumours of you two dating.

NOTE :: this is my first harry potter fic, so please don’t come at me if things don’t make sense! but I’m extremely obsessed with Mattheo so I decided to write a Mattheo x Y/N fic!! also, I want this to be a one shot, unless you guys want a part two. Also, in this Mattheo and the Malfoys are not related !! Hope you enjoy reading this x

WORD COUNT :: 1.1k

You and Pansy were in the Slytherin Common Room, just chatting about random things. And Pansy started rambling about Draco. You weren’t listening, you were zoned out with your face in the palms of your hands, just lost in thought.

You felt someone plop down next to you, and that’s when you snapped out of thought. “Hey, Matty.” You said, smiling at him as he snaked his arm around your waist.

“Hello, little witch.” He said as he kissed the side of your head. Little witch was a nickname Mattheo had given you when you two first met, so he decided to continue calling you it. Meanwhile, Pansy was still blabbering on and on about Draco. “Merlin, Pansy. Can you please stop blabbering about my menace of a half-brother?” You said, a sigh of exhaustion leaving your lips.

You then heard a laugh from beside you, and turned to see it was Mattheo. “Oh, just shut up, Riddle.” You said, crossing you arms as you huffed, slumping back in your seat.

An owl flew in through the window and and gave you a letter, you opened it but quickly dropped it in your lap as the letter formed into a lip shaped piece of paper. “Y/n Malfoy! I’m so disappointed in you! How could you lose the quidditch world cup! I am utterly disappointed in you, young lady!” The voice coming through the piece of paper was just like your mothers, and with every yell you jumped in your seat.

She continued yelling at you before the piece of paper turned towards Pansy. “And Pansy, sweetie, I’m so glad you and Draco are happy together! Have a lovely summer, darling.” She said in a loving tone and you just rolled your eyes, the piece of paper turned towards you again and shredded into pieces.

You groaned and grabbed the shredded pieces of paper and clenched them in your fist before dropping them into your robe.

“She’s clearly got favourites of the family, even though Draco isn’t her kid.” Mattheo muttered from beside you, you turned to him, letting out an almost shaky sigh. “Don’t even mention it.” You said as you rested your head back on Mattheo’s shoulder.

You looked over at the couch Pansy was sitting on and watched Draco sit down next to her, his arm draping over the back of her shoulders. “Mum just wrote, she’s oh so happy about you and Pansy.” You said with an annoyed smile on your face and Draco snickered.

“I think I’m going to head to my dorm.” You said as you stood up but you were quickly puller back down. “Leaving so soon, are we?” Mattheo asked, with that smirk you hated so much.

The other boys of your group joined and sat on the couches, you sighed and decided you would stay for a little longer as you genuinely had nothing else to do, and knowing your roommates, they’d probably still be in the slytherin common room.

“Let’s play a game.” Mattheo suggested with a small smirk, everyone turned towards him and you raised an eyebrow. “What type of game?” Pansy asked, causing the smirk on Mattheo’s face to grow.

“It’s a mix of truth or dare and spin the bottle.” This made you chuckle, everyone in your group of friends agreed to the game. “and if you don’t answer the question or do a dare, you drink.” Mattheo added as he pulled out an empty bottle and a full one that had some sort of alcohol in it.

“I’ll go first.” Draco said as he spun the bottle and it landed on Pansy. “Truth or dare, Pansy?” He asked with an evil grin on his face you could tell he had a trick or two up his sleeve. “Truth.”

A small chuckle escaped Draco’s lips as her turned to face her. “Have you hooked up with anyone here?” He asked her, you being Pansy’s friend, you knew the answer.

Pansy’s eyes slightly widened and she nodded. “Yes.” You weren’t expecting her to actually answer the question. But you slumped back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest again.

You watched as the continued, but each time you were asked a truth you drank, you weren’t in the mood to spill all your secrets. Some of the dares were wild, so you pretty much drank through out the whole game.

You watched as the bottle spun, and it landed on you. You looked up to see it was Mattheo was spun the bottle. “Truth or dare, y/n/n?” He asked, a grin displayed on his face. “Dare.” You responded, your head a bit tilted as you gazed at him.

“Kiss the most attractive person here.” He said, and your eyes slightly widened. In your drunken state, you didn’t think and leaned in to kiss Mattheo. You could feel the stares burning into your skull but you didn’t care, your arms wrapped around Mattheo’s neck and you felt his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

You slowly pulled away and everyone around you had gone quiet, Mattheo looked at you with a small smirk as his thumb glided across your bottom lip.

You cleared your throat before sitting up straight once again, you spun the bottle and it landed on Draco and a devilish smirk cast upon your face. “Truth or dare?” You asked and he responded with a bland “Truth.”

“When was the last time you had sex?” You asked, still recovering from the kiss you had just experienced, though you hid it pretty well with taht smirk on your face.

“Last night.” He responded again with his bland tone. You could hear Pansy’s gasp and you turned towards her. Well, from what you gathered, Draco was a cheating cunt. But before anything extreme happened, you grabbed Mattheo’s hand and ran up away from the drama.

“Where we we going, princess?” He asked as he followed behind you. You walked up the stairs to the boys’ dorms and turned around to look at Mattheo. “Your dorm..” You said, looking up at him for a moment before using your wand to open his dorm room.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist again. He placed his free hand on your neck, his thumb caressing your jawline.

His eyes were looking down at your lips, slowly leaning in again. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel his smirk against your lips and it made you smile widely.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #harry potter fic #malfoy y/n #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson

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Jess Watches // Mon 1 Apr // Day 187 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Palm Royale (with B) 1x04 Maxine Rolls the Dice

With Norma's estate going to charity, Maxine's last shot at the Dellacorte fortune is a conservatorship that puts her at legal odds with Robert.

When Maxine first walked onto the bridge I thought she was about to burst into song and give us a Cuban-casino inspired musical number. She should have. And I recognized the same pool from Cruel Intentions (Millenium Biltmore Hotel in LA). Also, that was papa Dern, right?

Call the Midwife (with mum) 7x07

The Turners attempt to improve the life of a young man from a remand home, Lucille finds unexpected friendship, while Nonnatus House is filled with worry for Barbara.

"She's a fighter, our Barbara." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Merlin 2x07 The Witchfinder

Uther hires the services of Aredian, a terrifying witch hunter who is most feared due to the fact that he stops at nothing in the quest to uncover all and every kind of sorcery.

The witchfinder was a rubbish con man tbh. After the troll incident, you'd think Uther would be a bit more cautious about trusting people so easily.

Killing Eve (Remix) [x] 3x03 Don't Get Eaten

3x04 - Villanelle sends Eve a birthday cake and meets Konstantin in a cable car for her latest assignment. // 4x02 - Eve tracks Hélène to an apartment in Paris and confronts her.

In the actual episode K sends V to kill that lady in her garden but it made more sense in my version to be the tent kill as it leads into the next episode. And in this, the moustache-on-some-fudge stays in Poland, and Eve makes a shepherd's pie for Helene instead.

Unrelated, does anyone know where I can find the screenshot of someone with a silicone spatula saying the taste reminds them of their ex?

#palm royale #call the midwife #merlin #killing eve #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 187 #i watched loudermilk too #but it was annoying

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Merlin spoilers under the cut and tw for mentions of sexism and toxic relationships. Also this got long lol

I like merlin as a queer reading of hiding your magic/hiding your identity but there can be amazing feminist readings from it as well.

Uther and Gaius's dynamic kind of reminds me of that terrible guy who never listens to his wife and then offers a half-hearted apology after everything blows up in his face. Meanwhile Gaius just gives him the eyebrow tm but forgives him as he considers it his duty to stand by him no matter what. (If I have in the past yelled at my screen 'listen to your wife Uther' , well that's my business-)

He would have helped so many magic users by rightly letting Uther die but he never does because that's his friend.

It's the turning your back on oppressed people like you for a relationship and then calling you out on it.

And being known for always speaking your mind but actually always going along with what he wants and not challenging it too much.

And it's telling your ward to do the same thing, to serve no matter what and sacrifice themselves when need be. To see themselves as less important and to base their identity around another person. Continuing the toxic pattern.

It reminds me of how conservative women raise their daughters to believe that their meaning in life is marrying a man and serving him. to frame their identities around relationships that might be abusive.

I'm not saying that Arthur is the irredeemable husband in this scenario, he is better about magic and wouldn't want Merlin to actually see himself as less, showing how 's different from his father. Whereas Uther made decisions about Ygraine without consulting her, Arthur has made sexist statements but when he was challenged by Morgana and Gwen he respected the women's choice to fight for the village. He's been raised to accept these oppressive systems but when he's challenged on it he actually thinks about it. (And there's the symbolism of him improving greatly after conversations with Gwen.)

He's more like the husband who doesn't fully appreciate what his wife does for him or understand it.

And there's also the idea of heteronormativity saying that you have to keep secrets because men and women can't ever really understand each other. Don't tell him about your period, or your worries, don't act like a full human in front of him. Never be seen without your make-up.

That really reminds me of Gaius always imploring Merlin to keep things secret.

So yeah I think if Arthur had gotten to chance to really know about all of these things he would have appreciated them and been able to grow more as a person. The social and emotional segregation of men and women stops everyone from getting to know their friends and themselves better, it's stops growth. It sucks.

And then there's all the other metaphors as well, like the non-magical societies being ruled by Kings whereas the magic users have High Priestesses and Goddesses, and all of Merlins most powerful magic enemies being women.

There's the history of real life witch burnings and misogyny.

There's the nature as feminine and man-made things as masculine which is a common metaphor.

And there's the people having the option to learn magic and some being born into it, that shows how men's behaviour can get them labelled as "not real mean" and punished with misogyny if they interact too closely with "feminine" things. eg. doing drag. Whereas for women their gender identity is a part of them and not something you can opt out of. With this reading Gaius kind of reminds me of a trans man, in that he's doesn't use magic but his past of being close with it still gets him the side-eye, and cis men sometimes not seeing us as not real men because of our pasts.

There's so much to unpack and I should probably organise this rant at some point lol.

#merlin #literary analysis #intersectional feminism

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Imagine when your family plans on killing Voldemort so your father tells you to find dirt that you can use on him that will make him obey you willingly and what you found is something that you found out is something that you never expected.

Draco: Who is at the door??

Voldemort: Bellatrix get the door

Bellatrix: Yes my Lord

*a few moments later*

Bellatrix: Look who is here!!!

Voldemort: Who

Mattheo: YN what are you doing here I dumped you I guess someone doesn't know how to move on I guess

YN: I didn't come to see you I came to talk to your father

Voldemort: And what would a muggle want with me

YN: I am NOT a muggle, Half-Blood

Mattheo: What do you think your doing you know that messing with my father is not a path you dont wanna go on

Voldemort: What is it you want child

YN: a Confession

Voldemort: From me never gonna happen child and why would I

YN: All you have to do is admit that you killed my mother

Voldemort: And who would that be??

YN: Nimue Caledonis

Voldemort: Of course I did

YN: Then you might want to follow me

Voldemort: And why would I

YN: My father wants you dead

Voldemort: Why would I worry about some random wizard

YN: My father is no random wizard my father is Salazar Slytherin

Bellatrix: Impossible

YN: Oh really dad come in

*Salazar enters the room*

Voldemort: My Lord

Salazar: Don't you disgust me when she meant confession she was not talking about my wife she meant Mattheo in fact

Mattheo: Huh?

Voldemort: I have n-n-nothing to hide

YN: Yes you do and boy I know Mattheo well enough to know this will make him mad

Mattheo: Know what??

Salazar: That Voldemort and Bellatrix are not your real parents

Mattheo: How is that possible I was born here

YN: Yes you were your dad was a death eater but not Voldemort

Mattheo: Then who* getting pissed off *

Voldemort: My son she tells you lies

YN: Why would I

Draco: How did you find out ??

YN: My mother is a ghost now and she came to me and told me to find a witch by the name of Vivienne Price and when I did find her she knew who I was not by my father or mother but by Mattheo see the whole time I was with her I asked about mom and she asked about Mattheo and we both answered all questions by the end of the night I was even more confused why my mother would send me to her and how she was affiliated with Mattheo so the next day I went to Grandpa Merlin's sacred garden which you can head dive anybody dead or alive from anywhere in the world and when I did I found out that she was Mattheo's mom so I went back and saw her a day later she asked a whole bunch more questions about Mattheo and I only asked one " Who is Mattheo's dad? " and she told me without question Regulus Black and she also told me that you kidnapped Mattheo the day he was born

Narcissa: Bellatrix please tell me this is not true??

Bellatrix: I'm sorry sister

Mattheo: Black?? How is he related to you?

Narcissa: He was our cousin

Mattheo: Babe can you take me to my mother

*A few hours later after a quiet train ride*

YN: You called me Babe why???

Mattheo: Did you really think I would just instantly stop loving you after two years no it's gonna take a lot longer to get rid of me

YN: I love you

Mattheo: I Love you too *Gif*

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Canon-fix: Morgana’s S3 change

An attempt to explain the sudden change that occurred to Morgana after the year spent with Morgause and how Morgana completely switched sides and turned against both Arthur and Gwen. Something between an headcanon draft and a ficlet, about Morgana’s growing hatred towards Arthur and Morgause’s plans for her, set from the timeskip between the Season 2 and Season 3 and then during Morgana’s arch of Season 3. Canon-compliant. Unbeta’ed. (Posted also on AO3 and SquidgeWorld if you prefer that format - links under the read more)

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About Morgana’s descent to darkness and betrayals

During the year spent learning the magic arts under the tutelage of her sister Morgause, the disillusion and sense of betrayal Morgana feels towards Merlin grows day by day. First is shock, then confusion, but it soon turns into anger, that festers and leads to darker thoughts. Morgause watches, as the force of Morgana’s once positive feelings for Merlin turn negative, hatred replacing love; Morgause wants Morgana focused on revenge, her heart hardened, so she fuels those powerful emotions. If left alone, without the meddling of a source of manipulation such as Morgause... with the proper time and peace of mind, Morgana could’ve tried to understand what happened, to consider that there must’ve been an urgency behind Merlin’s heinous betrayal, that perhaps Merlin had been forced in what he did and deserved a chance to defend himself. A glimmer that, if properly nurtured, would’ve led to a need for confrontation, honest as much as brutal, to face Merlin and ask him why. (and perhaps be forced to face the hard truth: that she had been the cause of her own pain, that she was the first to betray, when she accepted to ally herself with Morgause’s plans, that Morgause had used her as the source of an enchantment - that Merlin had to resort to poison her in order to stop Morgause). But Morgause is always at her side, whispering in her ears words that appease her need for revenge, her need to hurt to heal her hurting heart, drumming into her head that the boy is an enemy. Until Morgana feels nothing but hatred for Merlin.

Morgana feels fine there, on the Island of the Blessed with the only company of her sister. Return to Camelot is the last thing in her mind. She left behind people she loves - Gwen’s and Arthur’s faces come to her eye whenever she let herself think of the place she learned to call home. But she doesn’t want to get back to a place that is hostile to her and everyone like her. Why should she return where people like her are oppressed and forced to hide, when she can instead stay where she is and grow into the witch she’s born to be? Camelot would welcome the ward of the king, but would hunt like an animal the witch she is. She could never get back to the life she was leading before, to hide who she is under the silks and velvet of the Lady of Camelot.

In Camelot there’s Arthur. Arthur has been a friend, and an ally at times. But Morgana doesn’t have much faith in Arthur and his openness - his mind has been corrupted by Uther, after all, and he wouldn’t reject a life spent hunting down magic users just because of her. If asked, forced, to choose between the easiness of adhering to Uther’s indoctrination and the hurdle of questioning everything he’d been always taught, he would pick the indoctrination - he would pick his father. Morgana could never find support in him.

At times her mind is set - Arthur would walk in the footsteps of his father, his reign forever shaped by Uther’s doings.

Other times she's hesitant and hopeful, her mind recalling when, although clumsily, he made an attempt to go against Uther’s teachings and challenge his own beliefs, when he took a stand or spurred into action to protect both her or other innocents unjustly accused and persecuted by Uther. She can’t forget that Arthur saved little Mordred, helped the boy escape Camelot and reunite with the druids. It’s in these times that she remembers herself that she could find an ally in Arthur. She knows that, with time, Arthur could become the change Camelot needs, that he could distance himself from his tyrannical father, if only gently and steadily pointed in the right direction. Arthur alone, freed from his father’s strangling embrace. Only with Uther removed from his life, Arthur could finally see the atrocities, the tyrannies, Uther inflicted, and establish himself as the king that cast the looming and oppressive shadow away.

Uther’s hatred for magic infects Camelot and its people like a poison, like ivy that drains the tree around which it grows. Morgause, always the pragmatist, suggests that, to save the infested tree one must kill, tear away, rip the ivy that’s strangling it.

Morgause doesn’t need to use magic. Her persuasiveness is a refined art that works excellently even on a woman as sharp as Morgana. For as much as she’s intelligent and clever, Morgana isn’t immune to subtle manipulation - and Morgause is a master in such a skill. Morgana is a goddess between mortals, superior to most of women of her status and education, but she’s flawed as much as the next girl of her age. Grown up in the protected environment of a court as the ward of the king, she has never been forced to watch her own back, and now such a luxury has become a weakness to exploit. Morgana is trustful - too much trustful. And she completely relies on a woman like her, born with magic, strong and independent that isn’t scared of challenging men in position of absolute power. Morgana has granted her complete trust to a woman she believes understands her own agony. A woman who supports her in her own growth. A woman who encourages her. A woman who has become her mentor. A woman who also happens to be a sister Morgana never knew she had, and with whom she was deprived of the chance to grow. Morgause feels affection for this woman who is her sister in blood and magic, the one who will become the next High Priestess of the Old Religion. But her mission comes first, even before the well-being and happiness of her sister. Her heart has been hardened since a young age. She’s been taught everything about magic so to have the power to revert back Britain to the old order, to bring back the supremacy of the Old Religion, to return the High Priestess to their rightful place. Morgana is a tool in the war against those that want to erase the Old Religion from the lands, and Morgause will do everything to make sure Morgana fulfills her great destiny.

Morgause has ambitious plans for her sister. She wants for Morgana to get to the top, even if Morgana herself isn’t interested, even if Morgana wouldn’t dream of thinking about it. At the beginning the plan is simple: Morgana’s ascension to the throne as Arthur’s wife. Arthur will eventually have to disappear, to leave full powers in the capable hands of Morgana Pendragon the Queen of Camelot, but this is a detail that must never be shared with Morgana - the sentimental fool. But Morgana is uninterested in Arthur, and refuses to even listen whenever Morgause makes an attempt to breach the subject; she cannot be talked into marrying the prince, she rebuffs the idea to seduce him, she rejects any prospect of making him fall in love with her.

Morgause doesn’t know how this is possible. She can’t find any reason to explain this lack of ambition from her own sister. Morgana is beautiful and charming, attractive, enticing, sharp and skilled: she should crave for the throne, she should believe it to be her birthright, and it would be a cakewalk for her to get it, if she only wanted the crown placed on her head.

Morgause tries to talk her into it by using the “magic” argument, explaining the need to ascend to the throne as the only way to bring magic back in Camelot - but every time Morgana just shakes her head and disagrees. Morgana knows that, if there’s a chance for magic in Camelot, that one lies in Arthur’s hands, but Morgana also insists that she can be at his side and guide him without the need to become her wife - a prospect that ergh. To her, Arthur is akin to a younger brother, she can’t think of him as a husband. And it’s not like she’s that much eager to get a husband to start with.

Forced to discard the original plan, Morgause doesn’t let Morgana’s refusal to abide by her schemes to discourage her. For a plan that must be permanently scrapped, there another coming. And Morgause is nothing but a good planner. If Morgana doesn’t want to ascend to the throne of Camelot, then Morgause can find her another throne. One currently not taken, a reign held by a wife-less king, possibly young and easy to be lured into a marriage with a beautiful and cunning woman. A man who isn’t hideous to look at, equally cunning, and able to appease Morgana’s ambitions. There isn’t a selection of kings to pick from, but Cenred might be just what they need. No one would cry over the death of someone like Cenred - too ruthless and fickle to elicit love and loyalty. There’s much to do, to lay the ground for Morgana’s ascension, to make her the legitimate queen of Essetir. Unfortunately, the first step is introduce Morgana to Cenred and convince him to make Morgana his queen. Sacrifices will be necessary, Morgana shall be asked to do things that she will abhor, but what is a sacrifice in the face of the takeover of a kingdom?

Morgause puts the plan against Cenred into motion. She expects everything to run smooth. She doesn’t foresee that Cenred would have a crush (or at least feel sexual attraction) for her instead - an unexpected development that complicates everything and that forces her to change her plans on the fly. Instead of introducing Morgana to Cenred and sneak her sister in Cenred’s bed, she offers Cenred a victory over Camelot instead. If she succeeded, then she’ll ensure that Cenred repays her by offering Morgana the newly vacated throne as regent. If instead Arthur managed to save Camelot against all odds... well, as first act of his reign (Arthur will become king, for Uther will die, no matter what), he certainly won’t leave Cenred’s aggression unpunished and will descend on Essetir to claim Cendred’s life in exchange of Uther’s. Either way, there’ll be a free throne for Morgana to sit on.

Morgana will not be briefed on the wholeness of the scheme, she doesn’t need to know the smallest detail. Morgana is informed only of the plan that pertains to her role. She knows that an invasion will occur, that magic will aid Cenred’s army to lay siege to Camelot forces and take the impregnable city. To strike down Uther Pendragon. That’s all. Morgause doesn’t trust her sister’s resolution and devotion to the cause to disclose the whole plan to her: in a sudden change of hearth, Morgana could back down at the very last minute and foil everything.

Morgana’s return to Camelot happens only when she’s ready enough to leave her forced seclusion and the protective closeness of her sister. With her magic under control and her spirit tempered. Once in the city she’ll have to face both Uther and Merlin and complete control over her own emotions is necessary, in order to not jeopardize everything before the time it’s right for Morgause and Cenred to act. In no way, she can allow the hatred burning inside of her to find an outlet, to mark a gesture, a look, a word. But it’s not just dealing with Merlin and Uther that requires Morgana to be prepared. Morgana returns to Camelot with a role to play, part of a bigger, dark plan that will be bathed in the blood of hundreds of people - oppressors as much as victims.

Morgana is ready. Her return goes as planned. She effortlessly establishes herself back in Camelot and in the court. But Morgana hasn’t foreseen the corruption that following such a plan would do to her soul, hadn’t predicted the constant erosion of the compassion that always distinguished her. She doesn’t feel sorrow for the people who’ll loose their lives because of the plan, she doesn’t weep for the tragedies and destruction the plan will bring on the lives of people whose only fault is to live in the citadel. Collateral damage, they are called. Necessary sacrifices for a greater cause. For what is the life of a peasant or hundreds, compared to the overthrown of the tyrant and the freedom for Camelot?

The plan is get rid of Uther in a way that won’t be ascribed to magic. First sudden madness, an affliction that is recorded to run in the blood of the Pendragons - the king will fall into a madness that will ruin him in the eyes of his people, loyalties will be tested. And when Uther is weaker the most, the aggression lead by Cenred and his army. Camelot under siege, an unstoppable force attacking from within - the tyrant will be broken, the tyrant will be struck down, in one way or another. Morgana will then cling to Arthur, placing herself as his trusty counselor, the one he can lean into. And, under her guidance, Arthur will change his mind about magic. Morgana knows Arthur, she’s sure that Arthur, once crowned and with the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders, will search for a figure to support him - and who’s better than the woman who has grown up at his side like a sibling, the woman who knows his flaws and weaknesses, the only woman he ever opened up with? Morgana will be more than eager to offer herself as that shoulder he’ll look for, and she’ll steer him toward the right direction.

Regrettably Merlin, that snooping traitor, discovers of the plan before the time, before things are set into motion - they’re just lucky that, instead of revealing everything to Arthur, he investigates on his own. He is just a nuisance, a nobody compared to an High Priestess. Yet he miraculously survives the death schemed for him by Morgause and, when he shows up in the castle, ready to stop her, Morgana is forced to chance her strategy. Morgana’s corruption has turned her deaf. Merlin’s pleas crash against her hardened will. But Merlin’s meddling blows the plan. Initially set to stop the invasion at the right moment, not a minute before Uther’s death, so to get in good with Arthur not as The Lady of Camelot but as The Witch, Morgana find herself forced in a role she didn’t want: Uther, against all predictions, survives, and she can’t do anything but play the hero who saved Camelot in front of Uther. Which isn’t the same thing. She might’ve wormed her way in at Uther’s side, his most trusted champion, she might now have Uther’s ear, but she cannot hold sway over his mind when magic is concerned - Uther cannot be influenced (or manipulated) into opening up to magic like she and Morgause planned with Arthur.

The plan has failed. Uther’s hold on Camelot is still strong and freedom is farther than before. Morgana can just resume her old position in the court and await for better times, and for the right opportunity to strike down Uther.

Morgause carries on her own manipulation on Morgana. Now Morgana is changed, once she’s tasted ambition she craves for more. Now Morgana wants that power for herself. Now Morgana listens, when Morgause hints at a reign of Queen Morgana. Sleeping agent isn’t a role fitting for Morgana: there isn’t much to do in Camelot, she can divert her attentions elsewhere.

Morgana is now persuaded on that story of taking Cenred’s throne. In Essetir magic isn’t outlawed, so it could be a good start for Morgana to bring back the rule of the High Priestesses on Britain. Morgana will start from Essetir, to bring the fight against those who hate and persecute magic.

Morgause guarantees her sister that she’ll work on that: when she’ll be finished, Cenred will eat from her hand, and soon Essetir will see a queen ascend to its throne, and Morgana the First its sole ruler.

But once again something unexpected changes everything. And Morgause well-planned schemes are overthrown. Uther has a troubled confession at Morgana’s bedside and Morgana suddenly finds herself thrown into the Pendragon bloodline as eldest child and she doesn’t know what to make of that, how to react, what to think. Her world turned upside down, she turns to Morgause for support. And Morgause is more than ready to exploit this new revelation for her own purposes. Forget Cenred and Essetir’s throne, now Morgana has a claim to the throne of Camelot as firstborn of the king - Uther’s biggest secret will be Uther’s utter doom.

But Morgause stupid is not. Nobody will ever accept Morgana as new queen as long as Arthur is alive. Morgana might be Uther’s eldest child, but she was conceived during an affair, born from the womb of a woman that wasn’t the queen. Arthur is everything that Morgana isn’t: legitimate, delivered by the royal womb and, most of all, male. Even if they brought a civil war within the court by officially challenging Arthur’s right as heir apparent, few if not none of the families would take their sides. Not that Morgause cares for the loyalties of the spineless nobles that make Camelot’s court, but a reign doesn’t last longer without its nobility swearing loyalty to a king - or a queen. Magic and brute force can buy a throne, but not keep it.

Morgause never held Arthur in high esteem. Whenever he thinks of him, she feels nothing but a patronizing attitude. He might be a good warrior, skilled with the sword - still, she considers him inferior to Morgana and therefore unworthy to ascend to the throne in her place. Never, she will allow Arthur Pendragon to ascend and rob Morgana of her rightful place on the throne - not as the wife of a king, but as the true heir to the previous king. Arthur must go, in order to free the path to the throne for Morgana.

But to get what she wants, Morgause has to convince Morgana first - and Morgana turns out to be as stubborn and deaf as her father. Morgana craves for the crown, but her affection for Arthur is stronger than her ambition and lust for power. Blinded by her feelings, she doesn’t see Arthur as Morgause sees him - she doesn’t see the unworthy, expendable man. So Morgause starts her insistent operation of persuasion, a brutal attack toward Arthur and all he is, so to incite Morgana to betray the prince. Morgause is nothing but efficient and ruthless, especially when it’s time to manipulate someone into thinking what she wants. So she hammers away at Morgana, she insists on how Arthur is like Uther, how a son who has been raised to be his father’s heir will never be is own person, how it won’t be persuaded into open up to magic, how much a waste of time it would be to hold out any hope that he could ever deviate from the path traced by his father before him. And that, to finally bring magic back to its ancient glory and power, to restore it in the heart of Camelot, discontinuity is necessary. Arthur Pendragon is nothing but Uther’s Pendragon spawn - with him on the throne, Uther’s tyranny will never cease, oppression will continue. Discontinuity is mandatory - and whom better than Morgana, the illegitimate daughter born with magic and destined to greatness, to bring such discontinuity? Whom better than a witch queen, to restore magic within a court? She has the right by blood to sit on that throne, the right by blood to do with Camelot what it pleases her. But, to do that, Arthur Pendragon must be disposed of. Morgana understands, but the noblest part of her soul still pushes back. For some unfathomable reason, Morgause’s rational argument doesn’t fully persuade Morgana and her soft heart. So to win her over, Morgause tells her sister about Ygraine, about that time when she gave Arthur Pendragon a chance to reveal his true heart. She tells about the meeting, of what Ygraine had revealed, of the atrocities and accusations Arthur heard. Did Arthur do something in the wake of those revelations? Did he act toward Uther his father after his mother told him the truth about his birth? No. And that’s evidence, proof that Arthur is past redemption. If not even such a terrible truth changed his mind on magic, what else could? How can Morgana hope to have him reevaluate what he’s been taught all his life about magic, if even that didn’t spur him into action? No, there’s no reason to hope and pointless is to wait.

Morgana is horrified by what Morgause claims to be the truth behind the Great Purge, the hatred that drove Uther’s campaign, the reason why Uther swore to eradicate magic from his kingdom and the other lands. And is even more horrified by Arthur’s choice to keep the secret, his choice to not face Uther and have him pay for his crimes. This revelation is such a shock, acts like a earthquake that rocks Morgana’s very foundations. If there was something she still held to was her belief that Arthur should be given a chance, that he deserved to show what laid in his heart. Morgause proved that Arthur was as much as Uther inside as outside. Morgause tested Arthur, and Arthur failed.

And so Morgana the fair, the compassionate ward of the king, ceases to exist, and Morgause celebrates her victory. The slow descent toward darkness, started when Morgana accepted to be part of a plan that would cause the ruthless death of people whose fault was to either follow their king’s orders or not rebel against a tyrant, and hastened by the decision to stab in cold blood a sleeping man whose fault had been to sire her and keep the secret to protect his legitimate heir, is complete. Loves vanishes from Morgana’s heart, only Morgause in her thoughts, only her sister worthy of her loyalty and affections, only their goal to drive her. No one will be spared, no mercy for her enemies, no hesitation for the others. Morgana has a target, and those on her path will be destroyed. Arthur is the main obstacle on her path to the throne. Arthur is her enemy. Arthur will be wiped out.

And Gwen... she’s Arthur biggest weakness. And any weakness exists to be exploited. Poor kind, fool Gwen, she’s but a pawn. She doomed herself when she decided to fall in love with Arthur. Morgana doesn’t hate her, but her goal comes first and even Gwen isn’t spared. If Gwen stands by Arthur, then Gwen will fall with him.

No one will survive Morgana’s rage. She will ascend to the throne. Even if, to do so, she’ll have to burn down Camelot and walk on its ashes.

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I had this headcanon/canon-fix written (in Italian) in my own drafts/collection doc since ages. I did plan to eventually translate and publish my canon-fixes but never went and done it. @katherynefromphilly’s recent post about this very topic prompted me to do it.

While I call these kind of things “drafts”, perhaps they could be called a first-version of a fic? I don’t know, I have many of these things - not a complete fanfiction but not a draft either.

Notes Canon doesn’t explain the reason why Morgana suddenly wants Arthur’s death, something that can partially be explained only after the revelation of The Crystal Cave with Morgana’s (misplaced) claim to the throne and her need to remove the heir apparent so to become the next in line. It’s also never revealed how Morgana returned so much changed from the year spent with Morgause: someone (the last one to raise the topic is @katherynefromphilly but others did at least in the years since I’m in the fandom and who knows how many before) speculated some kind of brain-washing by Morgause - perhaps with the same method later used by Morgana on Gwen in Season 5 episode The Dark Tower. While I agree that such a magical tampering would be the easier, and most believable, way to explain Morgana’s 180° turn (and don’t dislike it as headcanon/canon-fix), my personal headcanon, written down as a draft some years ago, it’s the one you have just read.

There’s evidence that, for as much as she (should be) the sharpest and cleverest of the lot, Morgana can be easily manipulated by people clever enough to latch on her fears and wishes - as shown by Alvarr, who definitely isn’t as skilled as Morgause. So it would be child’s play for Morgause to gaslight Morgana and get her as brainwashed as to become her own pawn against her enemies.

I never bought the legitimacy of Morgana’s claim to the throne. While, as firstborn, she might have a right, she’s still an illegitimate daughter born from Uther’s affair with a woman that never became his wife and queen (or official concubine, if that’s the medievalism hill you decided to die on). I can understand Morgause’s reasoning (“if we get rid of Arthur, Uther will be left wit no heir so he will be forced to officially acknowledge you as his new heir”), but not Morgana’s obsession that spurred out of a claim that she shouldn’t have (“I’m Uther’s daughter, I have the right to the throne and Arthur is usurping my throne”) about which she cries about later and until her death. (Not to consider that, while non-canon, one of the authors in a recent interview/podcast revealed that - to them - Morgana was younger than Arthur. Thus making her claim to be the rightful heir to the throne even more baseless).

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Crossposted Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/93477.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/85035.html AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/43755208 SquidgeWorld: squidgeworld.org/works/46661

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a level 3 Witcher, game of thrones, and Merlin matchup? I’m 20, she/her pronouns and bisexual. As for my mbti i have no clue cause it changes everytime i take the test but I’m definitely an introverted intuition type. For personality I’m creative, introverted, structured, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends I can be quite talkative, humorous and outgoing. I love and treasure my alone time in the bat cave of my room the most however. I’m currently in art school working with technology mediums. I love my practice and everything from digital illustration to creative coding. Im currently trying to figure out 3D modeling and printing! Once I get in the zone, there’s no stopping me on an art or design idea. As for hobbies, i love escaping to new worlds while reading books and comics, watching movies, and playing video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi. I have a tendency to read novels and watch their adaptations at the same time analyzing the differences. I also start multiple books at the same time oops. Guess you could say I daydream a lot about whichever piece of media I’m into at the moment. These stories are definitely inspirations of my art as well. Apart from that, I do love working out and weight lifting. I used to also kickbox a lot and definitely want to get back to it sometime. Thank You!

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𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Jaskier! I think he would find you so very interesting. Your way of thinking and when you get into the zone, you become unstoppable. In this world you could be an elf, or witch, (or whatever you wish!) and your powers of focus would be intensified.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He makes SO MANY SONGS ABOUT YOU. Not only songs, but poems and love letters. They make you smile, and he loves seeing you smile

・He can be annoying at times and you have thrown a pillow or two his way. But he’s learnt to dodge

・Calls you every pet name under the sun, “sweetheart,” “sunshine,” “angel,” “love,” “sweetcheeks” etc.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ The Night We Met by Lord Huron

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Opposites Attract

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Merlin! I think you would find someone who understands you on a different level than others. It’s like you’re on the same page, nay, wavelength. Whatever you putting down, he’s picking up.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Your comments make him snort. Like an actual snort snort - like a pig. Whenever he does that, the both of you end up rolling on the floor laughing

・Will gently hold your chin steady while he plants a kiss to the side of your forehead before he has to leave

・Does not care what other people think of him, but if anyone talks smack about you in front of him ... ohooo... he will make ‘em wish they were never born

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ From Eden by Hozier

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Aggressively Supportive

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Pod! I think he would love to listen to your hobbies; just absolutely stare at you in wonder while you babble on. He never interrupts you or tells you to stop talking.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He likes when you watch him train - he feels really manly, but more often than not, he’ll fall over or knock the weapons off the table which makes a really loud noise.

・He’s so used to being a squire that he automatically goes to help you with ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. You have to remind him that he doesn’t need to do that, especially with you

・Likes when you tickle his back - the kind where you gently stroke his bare skin with your fingers. It’s such a gentle way of expressing intimacy

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Talks A Lot x Likes To Listen

#match ups #ships

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weakforarwen · 2 years

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The Witchfinder

This was a good episode, sadly, only one of the few which addressed the repercussions of Uther’s war against magic, and in which magic is portrayed as something harmless, particularly in the face of people’s fear of it. It was a simple parlor trick from Merlin that induced such fear in a citizen of Camelot that Uther even felt compelled to send for the Witchfinder.

It’s rather ironic that Gaius was falsely accused and nearly ended up burnt at the sake. How many times did he watch the same thing happen to fellow warlocks and witches, especially during the time of The Great Purge? It took a first hand experience for Gaius to finally turn his back on Uther somewhat, but I’m afraid it was much too little and much too late. It wasn’t enough to tell Uther his paranoia sentenced innocent, magicless people to die, because even if they’d had magic, that would’ve made them no less innocent. It’s not about a due process; Gaius failed to condemn Uther’s real crime, which was his war on magic. But he knew doing so would be treason... It’s even more ironic all this took place after Gaius had convinced Merlin that Uther was a good King and shouldn’t die in To Kill a King. Will Gaius ever learn? I still felt bad for what he went through, though.

Arthur was much too passive throughout the episode. He objected to Merlin being accused of magic (it was too ludicrous an idea for him) and tried to protect and help Merlin in some way, but had still been willing to let Merlin get arrested for the magical amulet found at Gaius’s; if not for Gaius, I fear Arthur would’ve stood by and watched Merlin die. And Arthur did try to defend Gaius after his arrest: he vouched for him and tried to reason with Aredian, but that wasn’t enough either. Gaius would’ve burnt at the stake if not for Gwen, whose voice, as always, was the one he listened to the most.

It’s interesting that, at first, Arthur simply called Gwen “Gwen”, an impersonal form of address, as he didn’t wish to be told he could save Gaius. But as Gwen’s pleading grew more passionate, she became “Guinevere” again, which is the more personal form of address and one he uses when he wishes to stop her rambling. Gwen’s words made him uneasy - he didn’t wish to be reminded that Gaius was a loyal friend and Merlin a loyal servant - but the pièce de résistance was Gwen reminding Arthur he was the Prince and that his inaction had once damned her father: “You did it once before to my father; are you really willing to let it happen again? And you can stop looking at me like that, I know I'm only a servant! I thought you were a prince, so start behaving like one!”.

It was very clever of Gwen to use their difference in rank against Arthur, though she might not have done it on purpose. I don’t think Arthur was at all offended by Gwen’s words or thought she’d spoken out of turn, it’s quite obvious that wasn’t the case, but Gwen may not have know that; after the events of Lancelot and Guinevere, I think Gwen didn’t quite know where she stood with Arthur, or just how much he cared for her. Nevertheless, her word choice was perfect. Gwen reminded Arthur he was the Prince and had duties to his people. The one thing Arthur believed above all else was in his duty to the people of Camelot. If Gwen, a servant, had the courage to stand up for what was right, then so should he, the Prince. Arthur had to lead by example, Gwen played on his sense of duty and on his pride. She also made Arthur recall what he’d said about equality; Gwen was only a servant, but Arthur was supposed to listen to everyone equally.

I can’t figure out if Aredian was a genius or just a fearmongering opportunist. He did successfully find three magic users in Camelot despite his reasoning being flawed at best. Of the three, Gaius had practiced magic in the past, so it wasn’t hard to accuse him though he still had to plant evidence against Gaius. But only Merlin gave Aredian actual reasons to suspect him. Merlin was a witness to the incident but denied seeing any shapes in the smoke. He’s a bad liar; it would’ve been easier to deny seeing the smoke at all. However, Aredian’s assertion that it was inexplicable for two people to see different things was weak; it was very much possible and he knew it, it didn’t prove Merlin’s guilt (though his skittish behavior wasn’t helping his case). Merlin could’ve simply been covering up for someone or unwilling to send someone to their death.

As for Morgana, poor girl was scared out of her wits the entire episode. This was yet another event that sent Morgana closer to the edge. But it made little sense for her to be accused of being corrupted by magic just because Gaius may have used it on her. I know it made sense to Aredian and showed how dangerous his thinking was, but it was also an excuse for the writers to again put Morgana in a situation where she feared for her life because of who she was.

Merlin saved the day but he was, once again, nearly the death of his kind. He even went to Kilgharrah for help, but the Dragon had no advice for him... Truly, no advice at all, huh? What was the point of that scene exactly? To show how unreliable the dragon is, or that Merlin was willing to risk his life for Gaius even if it meant leaving Arthur behind unprotected?

Thankfully, Merlin turned to Gwen, and her help was essential in saving Gaius and getting rid of Aredian. Gwen identified what all of Aredian’s witnesses had in common, cautioned Merlin that he needed irrefutable evidence before going to the King with his findings, and saved Gaius’s life by speaking to Arthur. Merlin was amazing too, of course.

Lastly, I found Aredian to be an interesting character. He was undeniably against magic and far more than a simple charlatan, but he still planted evidence and lied, tortured, and manipulated people to extract unlawful confessions from them and get his way. He used Uther’s fears against him, to make him more willing to pay him whatever price Aredian demanded and to listen to him unconditionally. Nevertheless, he correctly identified Merlin and Gaius has practicers of magic (though Gaius rarely performed any spells), and Morgana as “corrupted” by magic (which is a rather fitting description of what happens to her).

#bbc merlin #bbc arwen #arwen #arthur pendragon #gwen pendragon #morgana #uther #gaius #the witchfinder commentary #the witchfinder

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official-wayward-noctis · 2 years

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Merthur Bingo Card - Arthur has magic

Born of Magic that Controls Me

Arthur was born with magic and it has always been hard for him. Author's Note: Timeline is off. I know it is I didn't realize it until I was done writing so witch hunter is in the wrong place in time apparently due to a conversation Arthur and Morgana have.

Ao3 Link here

Arthur had hidden it since he found out. He had not wanted his dad to find out so he pretended he couldn’t use magic. It was better than letting his father know he was born with magic. He didn’t think Uthur would let his son live if he had magic. So Arthur hid it well. He didn’t tell Merlin even when Merlin became more than a servant even if he wouldn’t admit it. Then the Witchhunter was called. Arthur was nervous and he for once realized he wasn’t alone. Merlin and Morgana seemed concerned as well. He figured Morgana would know how to convince Uther to send the witch hunter away.

“I don’t think you understand,” Morgana told him when he stopped her about it. “Uther hates magic so much that he will do anything to be rid of it.”

“Then maybe we could show him that magic is needed in his life to save his people,” Arthur tried.

“You wouldn’t understand. No magic user will come forward to help a Pendragon,” Morgana told him.

“What if I use magic?” Arthur asked. Morgana laughed which annoyed Arthur. He could use his magic and he could show Uther how important magic was. Arthur watched her tell him that he was ignorant as she walked away.

“It wouldn’t be wise,” Merlin said. Arthur didn’t even realize his servant was behind him.

“Learning magic or using it to prove a point,” Arthur asked.

“Both. I think it would be dangerous and put yourself in danger. Uther’s hatred for magic has made him blind,” Merlin explained. Arthur didn’t think that was true but he knew Merlin believed it was true. Meaning Merlin knew something that Arthur didn’t. Arthur was going to find it out though. He knew he was.

Arthur had spent the whole day trying to come up with his plan when he heard that Gauis’s chambers were being looked through. Arthur went to make sure no one got hurt but then Gauis was accused of magic. Arthur watched his knights pull Gaius away. He looked at Merlin who seemed confused.

“Gauis didn’t leave that object there. I’ve never seen it here before,” Merlin claimed. Arthur trusted him.

“We might need to prove that the witch hunter made it look like Gauis had old remnants of his past when he didn’t,” Arthur said. Merlin agreed with that and smiled as Arthur suggested looking in the witch hunter’s room. Merlin suggested they go when the witch hunter was eating lunch with Uther.

“We can claim you are using extra time for training,” Merlin suggested. Arthur liked the suggestion as he agreed and even decided that Morgana could help stall them. He trusted Morgana to help with their plan because she hated the idea of the witch hunter as much as Merlin and Arthur.

Arthur had figured it out and he proved the witch hunter was behind everything. Merlin seemed to help the little bit he normally did as Morgan helped as well. Morgana and Merlin relaxed but as they relaxed, Arthur had a realization. Merlin would watch Morgana and Morgana would watch Merlin as if they didn’t trust one another.

“Merlin,” Arthur asked one night as Merlin was finishing getting his fire going before he went to bed.

“Yes,” Merlin said.

“Do you and Morgana not trust each other?” Arthur asked.

“I have my reasons not to trust Morgana but they are my own,” Merlin said.

“Then I guess I should not tell her about something,” Arthur said. Merlin seemed interested.

“I am not saying you should not trust her but she does feel as if someone has betrayed her and maybe if you can find a way to relate to her on the matter then she would be able to trust you as you trust her,” Merlin explained.

“Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve the throne,” Arthur admitted.

“I believe you do,” Merlin said. Arthur looked at Merlin and saw how much the other man cared for him. He almost pulled Merlin onto his bed and asked the other man to hold him as he slept. Merlin did so as he watched Arthur not be able to handle what was going on. He kept him safe as he kept the fire burning with his magic until he fell asleep. Arthur was long asleep before he could notice the issue with the fire.

Arthur decided to confront Morgana about Merlin and her disagreement. Morgana seemed surprised when Arthur brought it up but seemed to think as if telling Arthur was dangerous.

“Merlin is just untrustworthy. His loyalty is to Uther,” Morgana said.

“No, it is not,” Arthur said. “Merlin has always been trustworthy and loyal to me.”

“He tried to kill me,” Morgana said.

“That is absurd,” Arthur said.

“He wants the throne for himself,” Morgana said. “Either that or the poison that he fed me to try and kill me was not real and I imagined the whole thing.”

“Merlin would do no such thing,” Arthur said.

“Ask him about it,” Morgana said. Arthur decided to ask Merlin. When he did though Merlin seemed surprised as he tried to come up with something.

“Tell me the truth,” Arthur said.

“Morgana tried to take over the kingdom with her sister and I had to poison her to stop the curse that led to everyone in the kingdom falling asleep,” Merlin explained. Arthur was surprised until Merlin dropped something else on him. “Morgana may also be your half-sister.” Arthur didn’t know what to think about that but Morgana could have told him that. “She also may have magic as well.” Now that was an interesting development. Arthur could use that to his advantage.

“Did you try to stop her from killing my father cause you hate magic?” Arthur asked.

“I saved your father because of you. I have no hatred for magic,” Merlin said. Arthur decided that Merlin was loyal to him. He had to be. He dragged Merlin to his room and smiled.

“Now don’t freak out when you realize what I can do,” Arthur told him. Merlin looked at him confused until he looked at the fireplace and a fire appeared. Arthur smiled as Merlin looked plain shocked. Arthur felt nervous all of a sudden. “I was born with magic. I didn’t realize it until I was much older but luckily no one ever realized.”

“You were born of magic,” Merlin said as he was thinking. “Two sides of the same coin.”

“Excuse me,” Arthur asked.

“It’s just I have never met someone else born of magic before,” Merlin explained. Arthur seemed to take a moment before he realized and Merlin did a spell making a butterfly made of magic appear. Arthur was impressed.

“Can you maybe teach me that?” Arthur asked. Merlin nodded as he smiled, having someone to share his secret with. They laid together again as they practiced with magic.

“Father,” Arthur said, coming into the throne room. Uther seemed to look confused. Morgana came in as confused.

“Gwen said I was needed in the throne room,” Morgana said.

“I have decided to give away the throne to my sister,” Arthur said. “I think it would be unwise for me to be on the throne when I have no desire to take over and Morgana deserves it more as she is the oldest child.” Morgana seemed just as surprised as Uther who thought Arthur was losing it.

“And tell what will you do with your life?” Uther asked.

“I will bring magic back to Camelot even if it takes me fighting you with the help of my sister,” Arthur said, looking at Morgana to side with him. Morgana seemed to understand as she stood by Arthur’s side. Merlin was watching, waiting for any sneak attacks to happen but none happened as Uther laughed.

“This is absurd,” Uther said. Arthur seemed to disagree.

“I would rethink what you say my father,” Arthur said. “There are many magic users around her and I think that each of them would side with me and bring magic back. Plus I myself was born of magic.” Uther seemed to freeze thinking Arthur knew of his secrets.

“I will not allow this,” Uther claimed. Arthur seemed to understand how his father felt as he looked at Morgana.

“I guess we should lock him in his room until he realizes what is best for our kingdom and our people,” Arthur suggested. “Of course that will be your decision, my queen.”

“I think that will be the best choice, Arthur,” Morgana said as she looked at Uther. Arthur said a few words that he learned from a spell book that sent Uther to his room and locked it. Merlin came down and decided to apologize to Morgana but Morgana seemed to be more interested in Arthur’s magic. Arthur explained it as Merlin held his hand. He didn’t say anything much but he felt proud to have his life together even if his father didn’t accept him just yet.

#merthur #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana #uther pendragon #gaius

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hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink · 1 year

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Tacenda - Chapter 10 Snippet

On Tuesday Eleanor makes her way towards astronomy trying to decide what she’ll need on Thursday night. She knows she’ll need a thick cloak, probably her hat and scarf, parchment, telescope, maybe a blanket. Would that be weird? What about snacks? No she shouldn’t snack it would be too late at night.

She’s trying to figure out when she’s actually going to eat when she bumps into someone.

“Watch where you’re going.” A shrill voice snarls, shoving her backwards.

Eleanor stumbles backwards from the force of the shove. She almost falls over but manages to keep herself upright thankfully.

She glances up to see Millicent Bulstrode scowling at her.

Great, Eleanor thinks, just what I need.

Eleanor rolls her eyes before trying to walk past her.

Unfortunately Millicent has other ideas, she steps in Eleanor’s path to stop her walking past.

Eleanor raises her eyebrows before trying to walk around her but she moves again, preventing Eleanor from continuing to class.

“Move.” Eleanor states.

“Stay away from Theodore.” Millicent warns, looking down her nose at Eleanor as though she’s nothing but filth. The look makes Eleanor’s blood boil.

“Unfortunately, that’s not possible. We’re partners if he hadn’t told you, we need to work together.” Eleanor informs Millicent, her voice harsh and unrelenting.

Millicent lets out a cruel laugh, her lips curling into a sneer as she takes a step closer to Eleanor.

“You don’t seriously think you stand a chance with him do you? You’re nothing but a filthy mudblood and he’s from one of the most noble houses in wizarding society, you’re not even worthy of being in the same class as him.”

Eleanor’s lips curl into an amused smile. “You think I want to date Nott?” She laughs. “Besides if I don’t stand a chance, why are you warning me off him?”

Millicent’s nostrils flare, her eyes blazing with fury as she grits her teeth in anger.

“How dare you?” She hisses. “To even suggest you stand a chance, do you know how pathetic you sound?”

“Do you?” Eleanor asks. “You’re like a possessive girlfriend and yet from what I’ve seen he’s not interested in you, despite your so-called blood superiority.”

Millicent let’s out a horrific shriek lunging towards Eleanor when someone turns the corner.

“Millie. Was that you? I thought a hippogriff was dying up here.” Blaise Zabini states watching the witches lazily.

Millicent watches him approach with a defensive expression.

“I did not sound like a hippogriff.” She grits through her teeth. “Besides it’s this mudbloods fault. She thinks she has a chance with Theodore.”

Blaise raises his eyebrows giving Eleanor a curious glance.

“I do not.” Eleanor quickly rectifies. “Bulstrode is just an insecure, possessive stalker who doesn’t know when someone isn’t interested.”

Millicent let’s out another shriek and goes to step towards Eleanor when Blaise moves forward wincing.

“For the love of Merlin Millie stop screeching, you’re going to perforate my ear drums.” Blaise tells her, moving right in front of her raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to let me get to class or are we going to stand here all day?”

Millicent narrows her eyes at him shooting Eleanor a disgusted look. Blaise releases an exasperated sigh.

“Millie I don’t have the time or patience for this.” He tells her in an annoyed tone.

“She needs to be taught a lesson.” Millicent snarls.

“Millie, I have spent my weekend looking through a telescope, at a basically unchanging moon trying to plot the tiniest differences which are practically non-existent, in the freezing cold. I’ve spent my free time since completing essays and catching up on lesson plans. Now. Move. Out. Of. My. Way.” He commands, his voice hard and holding no give.

“But she’s a mudblood.” Millicent shrieks.

“And I’ve lost my patience. Move before I move you.” Blaise says his voice so full of venom it makes Eleanor take a step back.

She’s never heard so much emotion from Blaise before, it shocks her. He’s usually so calm and passive, yet here he was threatening another student. A Slytherin student non the less.

Millicent must sense the severity of the situation, as she wordlessly steps to the side her face filling with dread.

Blaise just nods at her before striding forward. Eleanor shakes her head before quickly moving after him.

She could take Millicent if she had to but she’d rather not. She doesn’t like altercations if they can be avoided and it’s exhausting. She’s studying for exams, completing more homework than she’s ever been given before and trying to deal with whatever the fuck was happening between her and Theo.

Millicent doesn’t try to stop her walking past, instead her eyes are fixed on Blaise’s retreating figure with a terrified gaze.

Eleanor slows her steps as she nears Blaise, she doesn’t want him to think she was trying to walk with him or worse, that she needed him to keep her safe.

Like he ever would.

He turns his head slightly as she approaches, giving her a lazy look before turning to face forward once more and continuing silently.

Eleanor doesn’t have any qualms with that, she’d rather continue with her day in silent, peaceful boredom.

As they trapse down the corridor leading to the astronomy classroom, Eleanor notices Theo stood by the classroom door. He’s leaning with his back against the wall casually his head down and one of his legs outstretched.

He looks up as he hears them nearing. His eye’s widening in shock before narrowing as he takes in Blaise and Eleanor walking together.

Well, not together, but near each other in companionable silence.

Merlin that’s weird.

“Blaise.” Theo greets though there’s a hint of a question.

“Theo.” Blaise nods as he approaches him. “I passed Millie on the way here. That girl’s absurd.”

Theo let’s out a small groan of irritation.

“Tell me about it. She’s got it in her head that we’re dating or that I’m just playing hard to get.” Theo complains.

“Have you actually told her you’re not interested?” Blaise drawls, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Eleanor’s trying not to listen but they’re talking loudly and truthfully she’s more than a little interested in hearing the snakes gossip.

“Obviously. I swear she only hears what she wants to, the rest she makes up.” Theo states letting his head fall back against the wall.

“Mmm, she’s rather good at that.” Blaise agrees.

“I’ve even been snogging Callithyia in front of her to send a message.” Theo says in a bored tone.

Eleanor freezes hearing that, was Callithyia the girl from the library? Her stomach drops at the thought but she’s not sure why, it wasn’t anything to her if Theo has a girlfriend. In fact she should probably be glad he’s not using some poor girl.

Blaise shakes his head. “She’s been obsessed with you for way too long.”

“You’re telling me. I was scared to eat anything for five months after she tried to slip me a love potion. I still don’t trust food around February.” Theo mutters.

Eleanor stares in horror, she’d tried to drug him? Ugh, some people are vulgar she thinks.

Theo catches her staring open mouthed but before either of them can do anything Hermione arrives struggling to carry a ton of papers in her arms.

Eleanor rushes over to help her as she drops a couple.

“Hermione, what is all of this?” Eleanor gasps, taking some of them from her.

Hermione let’s her with a look of relief washing over her current frantic appearance.

“Oh just some research. I’ve been doing extra studying to catch up what I missed. I know the professors said I’m fine but I feel so far behind.” She answers distractedly, as she flicks through some of the parchment her eyes skimming the words tirelessly.

“Hermione you need to stop.” Eleanor says panicked.

“I haven’t got time to stop. There’s so much I haven’t read yet.”

Eleanor stares at her wide eyed as she takes some more of the parchments from Eleanor’s arms. Eleanor looks down her mouth dropping open.

“Hermione are these notes on muggle studies? You don’t take muggle studies.” Eleanor exclaims.

Hermione shoots her an annoyed look before taking all of the parchments back.

“I know that but it’s helpful to see things from all perspectives. Knowing this might impact how I respond in another exam.” Hermione explains.

“Hermione…” Eleanor says a little horrified.

Hermione doesn’t respond, instead she continues to read through her notes.

Eleanor noticed Theo and Blaise watching with stunned expressions, their eyes wide and their mouths slack jawed.

Merlin, even the Slytherins are shocked.

“Hermione, please stop.” Eleanor begs.

“No, I need to study.” Hermione gushes.

“Hermione it’s making you ill.” Eleanor says desperation clear in her voice.

Hermione goes to protests as the parchments in her arms burst into flames.

Both girls stand stock still, frozen in horror as they watch all of Hermione’s work burn before them.

What the fuck was that?

She turns around to see Theo shoving his wand into his robes as Hermione starts to shout “no” over and over.

Theo notices Eleanor staring but he just shrugs unapologetically.

What an arse.

Eleanor tries to comfort Hermione until they’re ushered into the classroom, her panic still evident as she stares wide eyed at the front. She looks almost traumatised.

As soon as they’re sat down Eleanor turns to Theo.

“What the fuck was that?” She hisses.

Theo stares at her blankly. “What was what?”

“Oh don’t play dim, you know I saw you do it.”

Theo raises an eyebrow as though bored listening to her.

“I thought you wanted her to stop studying.” He says monotonously.

Eleanor stares at him in disbelief.

“I wanted her to take a break, to not push herself so hard. I didn’t want all her work destroyed. That probably took her hours and now she’ll spend even more time rewriting them and obsessing that she’s not going to pass her exams.” Eleanor spits at him furiously.

How could he be so cruel, Hermione had obviously spent a lot of time on those notes and she was more than frantic about their exams despite the fact they were still months away.

“They’re not destroyed.” Theo mutters turning his attention away to Eleanor and to the front of the class where Professor Sinistra has appeared.

“Good afternoon everyone.” Professor Sinistra greets.

Eleanor doesn’t pay attention as she continues to stare at Theo.

“What?”

Theo glances at her before starting to take notes on whatever Professor Sinistra is talking about.

“I didn’t destroy them.”

Eleanor’s eyes enlarge as he continues to scribble carefree. What does he mean he didn’t destroy them? She saw them burn.

“I saw them burst into flames Theo.”

“Miss Harris, is there a reason you’re interrupting my class?” Professor Sinistra asks giving Eleanor a sharp look.

Eleanor turns her attention to the front of the room, her face burning as she notices everyone looking at her.

Professor Sinistra raises her eyebrows gesturing for her to continue.

“She asked if she could use some of my ink professor.” Theo says calmly. “She’s forgotten her own.”

Professor Sinistra narrows he eyes slightly before looking between the two of them. It probably would have been more convincing if Eleanor’s mouth didn’t drop open in shock. Why was he helping her?

“Miss Harris, is that correct?” Professor Sinistra asks giving her a sceptical look.

Eleanor nods, she can’t find the words to reply still stunned by Theo protecting her. Merlin the world seemed backwards today.

“Okay. However, it appears you’ve forgotten all of your equipment. Don’t let it happen again Miss Harris.” Professor Sinistra warns giving her a look that says she knows none of that is true and to shut up and pay attention.

Eleanor closes her mouth before pulling her quill and parchment from her bag quietly. Blushing furiously at the attention.

Thankfully everyone turns to face the front when Professor Sinistra starts to talk again and Eleanor sits stiff as a board for the rest of the lesson.

She’s not sure why but she’s beyond uncomfortable, maybe it was being caught talking when she should have been paying attention, maybe it was calling Theo out on his behaviour or the fact he stood up for her.

Whatever the reason she just can’t relax.

At the end of the class she shoves her parchment and quill into her bag as quickly as possible, she wants to get out of that room and disappear as soon as she can.

She’s just about to leave when she notices Theo slowly shoving papers into his bag. She stops to stare at him.

Curiosity seems to get the better of her as she sits back down beside him.

Theo looks at her questioningly as he continues to pack his things away. Eleanor chews her lip nervously, as she watches him.

“What Harris?” He sighs.

Eleanor flinches a little as he speaks directly to her.

“What happened?” She asks quietly.

Theo furrows his brow as he shoots her a bewildered look.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific.” He tells her.

Eleanor takes a deep breath. Surely it’s pretty obvious what she means.

“What did you do to Hermione’s notes and why did you say I was trying to borrow your ink?”

Theo looks at her emotionlessly.

“I transported her notes with a bit of dramatic magic. Us Slytherins do love a bit of drama, they’re safe. As for saying you wanted to use my ink, well it was just too painful to watch you flounder in front of everyone. I was getting second hand embarrassment and I don’t need that today.” He says frankly.

Eleanor winces again. Okay he wasn’t being nice to her, per se, he was just ending the suffering so he didn’t have to endure it.

“Where are the notes?” She demands.

Theo gives her a small smile. “What’s the magic word?”

“Where are the fucking notes?”

Theo lets out a small laugh though he seems shocked by it.

“That’s a good word but not the one I was looking for.”

“Theo.”

“Eleanor.”

Eleanor let’s out a harsh breath, closing her eyes as anger takes over her. Does he enjoy winding her up? Does he think it’s good to make her beg?

“Please, Theo, can I have the notes back?” Eleanor says through gritted teeth.

Theo smiles at her sweetly.

“Of course you can.” He tells her happily.

Eleanor let’s out a relieved breath, her body sinking into her chair.

“But not yet.” He adds.

“What?” Eleanor exclaims making Anthony turn around and eye them suspiciously.

Theo shrugs as he continues to smile at her.

“I think I’ll keep hold of them for a while. For Granger’s own sake, I saw how worried you were. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t take your feelings into consideration?” He smiles at her.

He gracefully stands up, swinging his bag onto his shoulder before striding across the room to Blaise. The two of them walking out of the classroom like nothing had happened.

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