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h50europe · 8 months

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MERTHUR - BLOODLUST (a Merthur AU where Merlin is a vampire and a sorcerer, living under a roof with Arthur, who knows about his secrets. The prince left the family castle after a fallout with his father, who hates all supernatural creatures. Uther let his demon hunters terrorize the entire town. The friendship between the prince and the vampire stems from the night Arthur left the castle. Wasted, he ended up in a dark alley, where he would almost get killed by a bunch of werecreatures if it weren't for Merlin, who protected him and took him in until he sobered up. Since that night, they have looked after each other and tried to deal with their growing feelings for each other.)

"Holy Christ, you are bleeding!" Worried, Arthur dropped to his knees beside Merlin, who groaned as he applied pressure to the nasty gash in Merlin's side. Not because of the pain, but Arthur smelled delicious. Merlin's eyes focused on the throbbing vein in his friend's neck. Merlin wanted nothing more than to grab him by his silky blond hair and drag his throat to his mouth. Merlin's jaw ached as his fangs snapped free. Arthur's eyes widened. Of course he knew his friend was a vampire. Only, until today he'd never seen him like this. Usually, Merlin was a master in disguising his true identity.

Merlin felt his undead life draining from him as he cast a pleading look at his friend. "Please help me inside."

"Merlin, I..."

"Please."

Arthur never did what Merlin asked, and Merlin never said please. So that was a night of firsts. Arthur's heartbeat thundered in his chest as he grabbed him under his armpits to drag him over the threshold. Merlin could hear it but also smelled the blond's angst.

"Tell me what to do," Arthur said, ready to pull up his sleeve. Another first.

God, this man would die for him. Merlin shook his head. "I would kill you my noble friend in my current state, because you can't stop me from drinking. I would drain you to the very last drop." Shame barely broke through his thirst, as he licked his lower lip, teasing the tip of his fangs with his tongue. "There is blood in the freezer," Merlin whispered.

On his way to the kitchen Arthur almost tripped over his own feet. The artificial glow of the freezer light illuminated his silhouette that was wrapped in a cloud of condensation. Merlin's vision blurred. The next thing he knew, Arthur was shoving a bag of blood into his face. Every instinct in his undead body screamed to drag Arthur down and suck him dry. God, he smelled delicious, the warmth emanating from his body was more than tempting. Compared to his friend the packaged blood smelled like garbage.

Merlin tried to lift his arms. Due to the loss of blood his limbs disobeyed him. Humiliation paired with relief burned in Merlin's chest.

"Sorry, you have to feed me."

Raising one eyebrow, Arthur took the bag of blood, twisted the cap, and placed the nozzle in Merlin's mouth. Starving, Merlin closed his lips over it and also Arthur's fingers and sucked greedily. At the first burst of blood on his tongue, his hands shot up and he grabbed Arthur's wrists like a lifeline, forcing him into a half crouch as he swallowed. Merlin felt the energy flooding back into his body, counteracting the paralyses caused by the immense loss of blood. He didn't realize he was still sucking Arthur's fingers until the blond tried to pull his hand out of the crushing grip.

"Sorry," Merlin muttered, releasing his friend as his sanity returned.

Arthur sat back on his heels. He looked at his hands, unable to meet Merlin's gaze.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked before clenching his jaw, still not looking at the vampire.

Merlin sat up slowly and tugged the ruined vest and shirt out of the way to watch his wound closing. The torn skin changed its color from black to pink and finally white. The scar was barely visible and would have disappeared in a few hours.

"Obviously someone wanted me dead."

"Care to elaborate?" Arthur kept digging.

"I got stabbed by one of your father's man. One of those useless vampire hunters." Merlin made a dismissive gesture.

"How in the world did he know you were a ..."

Arthur trailed off, the unspoken word hanging in the air like the sword of Damocles. To this day, Arthur had never uttered the word vampire in Merlin's presence. Merlin couldn't tell if it was denial or fear that kept him from saying it. Either way, it hurt.

"I bit him."

Arthur's brows shot up to his hairline. "I beg your pardon. You did what? But you told me you don't bite people."

"Well, in his case ... He asked me to," Merlin clarified. Trying not to be insulted as Arthur leaned away from him. Because he didn't want Arthur to see the hurt look on his face, Merlin climbed to his feet, holding on to the wall to keep himself upright. His head swam.

Arthur remained kneeling in front of him. His hands were on his knees. It shouldn't have been sexy, but damn if he didn't look like a servant, his blond unruly hair tickling his forehead, his full lips slightly parted. If he wanted he could unbutton the fly of Merlin's trousers, slide his fingers into the crease of Merlin's boxers and wrap those sinful lips around his...

Merlin shook his head, banishing the bloodlust. Arthur wasn't interested in Merlin sexually, and the vampire decided not to act on his silly crush. He was relieved when Arthur finally stood and walked into the kitchen to toss the empty blood bag into the bin and wash his hands. Any distance he put between them was a blessing.

"Why in the world would anyone ask to be bitten?" Arthur tried to sound curious. Only, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his disgust.

"Because it feels good," Merlin offered.

Arthur gave him a skeptical look in return. "Seriously?"

Merlin snorted, "Dear friend, you are doing a helluva job making me feel like a monster. But then thinking about how easy it had been to tear this asshole apart, I probably deserve to feel like one."

"You could have enchanted him," Arthur suggested.

"Nope. Not with the amount of vervain in his system. I could smell the stank of it. Unfortunately, too late."

Arthur dropped the dish towel next too the sink.

"I don't get it. How could being bitten something worth craving for?"

Merlin sighed. Was he really about to have the vampire equivalent of "the talk" with his oblivious flatmate? Merlin approached Arthur. The moment their eyes locked, the vampire knew that, yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. To be continued...

#colin morgan #bradley james #arthur pendragon #merthur au #merlin au #vampires #missing merlin #merlin forever #merthur fanfic #rated r #my manips #my edits #digitalart #coverart

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theroundbartable · 1 year

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There was a mission and suddenly Arthur's life was changed forever.

It was a mission almost like any other. Only that for once, he went alone. Because Merlin had said that he wouldn't last a day without him and of course that audacity needed to be corrected. So, naturally, Arthur took off on his own.

And now? Two bars, a ridding gnome, a herd of fairies, selkies and that odd couple made of a centaur and a troll later, Arthur had found the well he had been looking for.

Not that he knew what the well was for, nor what it had to do with magic. But it had to do with magic and that counted. Now, perhaps, he shouldn't have drunken from it. Should have probably researched what language was graved into the stone and what warning it entailed. One sip later and the well was gone. So much for Arthur's quest and his thirst. Now he had nothing to take from his quest to prove where he had been.

Cursing, Arthur made his way back to Camelot. And then, as promised, he realized that he was on the verge of being without Merlin for over a day. Just like that, he died.

He didn't even see it coming. It just happened. Out of nowhere there was a sword in his Chest and the life bled from his heart, where it was pierced.

Wenn Arthur opened his eyes, he expected to see the Afterlife. Apparently that wasn't what he was granted to see.

In fact, all he saw was a bloody sword on the ground before him. And his attacker? Dead. As if his heart had simply stopped in Arthur's stead.

And at first, it seemed like nothing. But during the years Arthur realized that this was his new normal now. No matter how many times he died, he'd never stay dead.

"i'm immortal", he realized after years of reign and during another battle which should have been lost to a sword or a poisoned meal.

Of course Arthur kept this from everyone. Couldn't do good to tell his people that his life was enchanted while he kept magic outlawed. Though it didn't take long for him to realize what a hypocrite of a king he'd be, if he kept it that way.

Arthur didn't expect Merlin to weep at the news. But Arthur also never expected to feel empathy for such a crybaby. Let alone the guilt he carried around. One day, he would leave Merlin behind. One day, he would outlive him. The only person he ever fully trusted. The only person he knew would always remain by his side, as long as death didn't pay them a visit.

Arthur is 60 when he realizes that he's not the only person in the castle who refuses to age.

Arthur is 80, when his excuses for Merlin run out of credibility.

"Hold on a Minute.", He says and stares at Merlin who innocently bounces on his feet next to the throne. "You're immortal, too?"

Merlin just shrugs. "I'm magic itself, remember."

"and you didn't think to tell me that?"

"i did? I send you on that mission to the well that made you Immortal and wrote you a message. It literally said: if you drink this, you won't get rid of me anytime soon. Signed, Merlin. Literal magic incarnate."

"i don't speak the language of the old religion!"

Merlin frowned. "Are you telling me, you also didn't realize that was a proposal?"

Arthur blinked. "What?!?!?"

Merlin: "i literally.... Omg. Arthur, i thought we've been married for 67 years! We live together!"

Arthur: "when was the marriage????"

Merlin: "the day you freed magic? Me? Bound me to your eternal life? You said you were willing to live with magic at your side for as long as you live? "

Arthur: "i think i need a moment."

Merlin: "as do i, asshole."

Arthur: "my entire life is a lie."

Merlin: >:( i am your life now!

Leon passing by: "you guys good?"

Merlin, to arthur: " oh yeah, i think i should also tell you that i tested the immortality water on Leon first."

Leon, on the verge of crying: "i thought it would kill me! Why would you remind me of this?!"

Arthur, at merlin: "you're lucky i love you."

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Do you have one where the serving staff/guards know of Merlin’s magic, but they choose to keep it a secret because he helps them out a lot (since he cheats when no one is looking, they leave him alone for bigger tasks so they can just get things done faster)? (And that the atmosphere somehow just got…better when he started working there, even if the King is still a murder-bitch?)

Like Merlin, doesn’t know that they know. Nobles and visitors aren’t allowed to know and the staff help shield him/explain it away.

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OK SO!!!

I'm gonna write this as a set of rough headcanons as opposed to a fic, because I'm really struggling motivation wise at the moment, and this particular ask really spoke to me when I looked through my messages :D

It takes Gwen and George (as important, smart, and the-only-other-servants-whose-names-we-know) all of a week to figure out Merlin has magic. It takes the Cook two, it takes the Housekeeper a month and a half, and it takes the Steward just shy of six months. Yeah. Merlin isn't very good at being subtle. The former First Knight, Leon's grumpy, stick-in-the-mud-and-also-up-his-arse predecessor, never finds out (much to the effort of everyone), but Leon of course has it all lined up in his head an hour after he takes over the role. He'd suspected before then, but hadn't really had much to do with Merlin anyway until he'd taken on the job.

Anyway. All of this just means that Merlin has no idea how easy his life is in comparison to what it could have been if he's actually managed to keep his secret, well, secret.

Most of the knights don't know, but a few do. With the guards, it's the other way round. Most of them know, a few specific ones don't. Look, as much as a lot of people know, and it sounds like chaos, it's actually very well controlled. Well, it isn't at first. Merlin is very lucky that the first few people to find out are willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, because it's those first few that carefully control where and when the secret goes.

ANYWAY. And I actually mean it this time. A lot of people know and Merlin has NO fucking clue.

The whole thing goes unsaid, and bar a few of the main crew (the aforementioned Gwen, George, Cook, Housekeeper, Steward, and later on, Leon) no one knows exactly who else knows. So there's a lot of awkward shuffling and suspecting side eyes as they try and tiptoe around it all. None of the guards that don't know are EVER put to duty outside Arthur's chambers, and they're kept away from places Merlin frequents as much as possible (the armoury, the stables, the physician's chambers, the washer rooms, etc) just because Merlin has no spatial awareness and never realises when there’s a guard right next to him/just around the corner.

Oddly enough, other than Leon and Lancelot, none of the main knights are in the know, with everyone’s reasoning being that... they’re the most loyal to The King. And as much as Leon and Gwen can vouch for them, they don’t like actively telling people about the magic, they just... corral people if they find out accidentally. Lancelot, despite knowing about the magic, also has no idea about this whole thing, but everyone else knows that he knows. It’s stupid. It’s complicated. But Gwen, Leon, and George are in too deep now to backtrack so... they just carry on going.

So yeah. They cover for him all the time. At any given night there will be at least one knight or guard in the tavern, so whenever Arthur kicks up a fuss about how “Merlin can’t have been at the tavern again.” they’ll start spreading rumours about how whip smart Merlin is at poker, because he won against Halbrand, Remus, Gregor, and Flint last night. When they know Merlin has snuck out to deal with something, they’ll make sure someone in-the-know is posted on the outer city walls, so they can send word when Merlin is sneaking back in. This just means they can clear the main courtyard and route to the Physician’s Chambers of anyone so that Merlin can still think no one noticed him coming and going.

After a few years, people notice that there are two days a year, later on three, that Merlin does actually disappear to the tavern for. It took Leon a little while to figure out, and he still isn’t entirely sure he’s right, but the first one falls on the day that Merlin had to leave Camelot to protect his home from ransackers. Gwen had mentioned one of his friends had died, and the word is spread to make sure Merlin is left alone that day. The second... he isn’t sure, to be honest. He knows it falls around the week that the beast had appeared, bought by the bounty hunter, but he’s not sure if that’s relevant. He thinks maybe the beast must have killed one of Merlin’s friends, and again, the word is spread. The third is easy. The third falls around the day the dragon had attacked. Leon himself, as well as many of the knights and guards, head tot eh tavern that week. He finds it odd though, that Merlin seems to separate himself from the memorials, from the drinking songs, from those that gather in mourning, almost like he’s mourning something else entirely. But again, Leon doesn’t question it, and the word is spread.

When he’s noticeably injured, Gwen, George, the Housekeeper, and the Steward will randomly have free days/extra servants available to help out, to lessen his workload. When he’s exhausted, the Steward and Leon will reorganise things so Arthur doesn’t have anything important on in the morning, and Merlin can sleep in. I guess it’s just lots of stuff like that, small things, that Merlin could probably live without but... well, these people love and respect him so much, why would they leave him to suffer alone?? It’s not just the fact that Merlin protects the Kingdom with magic, after all, it’s the fact that he’s so lovely, to everyone. He helps treat the guards’/knights’ injuries without judgment, he’ll cover for people when they’re sick, he’ll do other people’s workloads just to be kind. So yeah, they look after him. Not just because he’s a vigilante or whatever, but because he’s Merlin.

I just... they look out for him, ya know?? And maybe he finds out, in which case he’s very embarrassed that so many people knew about it. Or maybe he doesn’t know, maybe he never knows, and all those people continue to protect him from behind the scenes, the same way he protects Camelot. Who knows.

I hope you enjoyed this, anon! I love you all so much, thank you for being patient with me!!!

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heyidkyay · 2 years

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sullina · 1 year

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“Now then,” Golgius said, ripping off the bed sheets covering Meliodas. “Seems it’s become rather pointless for you to keep this sword any longer.” Golgius picked up the sword from the bed, but Meliodas’ grip never faltered, even in his current condition.

"Uh oh, a good choice" Estarossa muttered.

"Is Mel is gonna scar someone else?" a demon child asked. But they know the answer

"Hey guys, remember the time that thunder guy tried to take the seal, and he almost killed him?" Gloxinia suddenly reminded, which made some of the demons laughed

"Of course." Melascula giggled "It was chaotic back then" Melascula said as she had a flashback

"That guys tried to took the seal because he taught Meliodas was a child and taught he didn't really need it and in doing so Meliodas almost killed him. if it weren't for that mage and the king he would have been dead"

"And after that, that guy tried to adopt Mel" Zeldris narrated

An image of his mind appeared where Zaratrus announced he was going to adopt Mel, holding the paper to Mel's face while he just look at him dumbfounded, unsure, uncomfortable, and sweatdropped

___

They turned as they heard footsteps behind them. A man walked out of the shadows.

“Ban?”

“Hey, Captain.”

The two Sins stared at each other, unblinking. Their faces were serious.

Hawk looked between them in confusion. “They both seem upset, what’s going on? I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” He backed up to stand next to Diane, who was reclining on the hallway floor.

“You’re right. I think you wanna get behind me and hide there.” Diane said, nonchalantly. Hawk squeaked.

The demons laughed, knowing what was coming. Ban and Meliodas had a habit of greeting each other that was...uncommon among others.

After watching these two idiots. They were pretty close and could tell Mel is happy with him to be his best friend

Man, I wouldn't blame Meliodas if he started avoiding Zaratras altogether after he tried to adopt him XD If Zaratras ever needed to know anything, he'd send Merlin to tell him, which she went along with once or twice, but pretty soon, she forced him to talk to Zaratras again. Meliodas also tried to just send letters instead of going in person, which just made Zaratras visit him directly, because they can't go on like this.

Out of all the Sins, Ban was probably the one that Meliodas was the most comfortable with, which wasn't not known among them, but only the demons watching knew just how close. They're the only ones who could see how Meliodas' touches lingered on Ban just a little too long, how Meliodas always nudged closer to Ban whenever he could... He really got along well with the former thief, and Ban felt the same way, something they didn't have to say out loud to tell the other.

#nnt #sullina nnt #nnt watching commandments au

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splendidissimus · 6 months

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2005ish - Excising Voldemort

((Content warning: Draco is trying to remove the Dark Mark from his arm. With a knife. For five pages.))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 22: Alternate prompt: Body modification ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: none

Angst level: 3/5

Draco's headspace: fixated / seemingly fine

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Knives reminded Draco of Death Eaters. He had never, as far as he knew, met a wizard who carried one who didn't have the Dark Mark. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rowle… real sadists who wanted to be able to hurt people without a wand. It seemed fitting, then.

"Master Draco." Tolly slid the knife onto the desk and looked up at him with her ears drooped almost completely flat against her back. "Please, please choose something else…"

"It's all right, Tolly," he assured the house elf firmly. "I'll be okay. I forbid you from telling anyone what I'm doing." She wrung her hands together anxiously. "Unless I pass out," he added thoughtfully. "Or die. Then I would like to be found."

She pulled on her ears with a squeal so alarmed it didn't even make words.

"Merlin, you're going to make me nervous." He patted her head. "I don't think you should stay. You can come check on me in an hour."

She resisted the order, just a little bit. "Please, Master Draco," she squeaked, and then vanished, hitting herself on the head as she did to punish herself for that resistance. Draco did feel a bit bad for her stress, but she was worrying unnecessarily.

Draco rested his palms on the edge of the desk and looked over his preparations, taking a final inventory. Knife, belt, wand, bowl of water and cloth, towel, blood clotting potion, blood thinning potion, blood replenishing potion, plate. He'd already taken the Wit Sharpening potion to make sure his mind was clear and focused.

He began rolling up his left sleeve, stoically. He hated the Dark Mark. He had set eyes on it probably only a dozen times in the years since Voldemort's death, and in the years of his reign, looking at it had been more like picking at a wound. He kept his arm covered at all times if he could help it. Any time it was exposed, he was acutely aware of it, and if it happened to brush against any other part of his skin he swore he could feel it, like something contagious, contaminating anything it touched.

He could also withstand a great deal of pain. He didn't like to, obviously — he was a coward, and pain hurt. But he'd had a lot more practice at it than anyone should.

The Dark Mark was completely indelible; it had faded, but it would never disappear, and no potion, spell, or artefact would ever lift it. However, Voldemort had completely despised all things nonmagical, and thoroughly undervalued and overlooked the potential power in anything not a wizard of pure blood.

Those three facts seemed to naturally go together, and culminate in the form of the knife he had asked Tolly to bring him. Would the great Lord Voldemort ever consider that someone would dare take something as banal as a kitchen knife to his distinguished mark?

The tattoo on his forearm leered at him as he folded the sleeve up one last turn above his knobby elbow. It was a trick of his eyes and his hatred for it, of course, but it gave the unsettling impression of moving under his skin as he moved his arm. The black of the skull and snake was faint; it would have taken a real effort to actually see, on a more normal skin colour, and even against his paleness it was only a grey blemish. But to him, it may as well have been glowing.

He wrapped the belt around his arm, between the sleeve and his elbow, and yanked it tight, then a little tighter once it began to hurt. He knew he couldn't allow himself to bleed any more than necessary; his blood didn't clot, it just flowed unabated, and it could be dangerous. He had a potion standing by in case he absolutely had to, but the blood thickeners came with their own dangers: at least once they had cause a clot in his brain that affected his mind, a stroke, and that was one of the most terrifying things he had ever experienced. Which was why he had in turn a blood thinning potion, in case he needed to treat that. Ideally, he would use neither of them.

He flexed his left hand to experiment with the way it was starting to go numb, then pulled the towel over to rest his arm upon, and picked up the knife, testing it in his hand. It was heavier than he expected, not balanced like a wand; he swished it around a little to get accustomed to it. The dexterity of practised wand skills translated over well, and once he was used to the balance, he could control the tip of it with confidence.

All right, now…

He clenched his fist to tauten the skin, set the tip of the knife against his skin at the top of the skull, and pressed it in. The skin dimpled for a second, forced him to press harder than he'd thought he would have to, and then it suddenly went in. He hissed in pain and yanked the knife back out on reflex. A drop of blood welled up in the puncture, swelled and balanced on top of his arm, and when its weight became too much finally rolled over the edge of his arm and slid down to the towel, leaving a trail of red over the bare skin.

All right, that was all right. He just hadn't been prepared. But it proved he could do it. Now he just had to.

He put the knife point back to his skin near the first mark before he could think about it too much and pressed it in, drawing blood a second time. He hissed in a pained breath again, but it didn't stop him this time. The blade ploughed its way through the skin, digging a furrow across the top of the skull.

In a few seconds, that became too much, and he yanked the knife away and pressed it flat against the table, head bowed, shakily trying to catch his breath. His arm seared. But he was making progress.

When he opened his eyes and forced himself to look at Voldemort's mark, he was dismayed to realise the cut was maybe two inches long, weeping blood over the side of his arm but otherwise to very little effect. It had felt so much bigger than that. It wasn't even properly connected to the first puncture he had made. If that was all he could do at a time, he was going to chew his arm into dogmeat before he accomplished anything…

He wet the cloth and wiped away the blood with a hiss, and then pressed it firmly over the area. The cold felt good; it had a side effect of also covering the Dark Mark from view, which made him feel like he could think more clearly because it wasn't watching him. Feeling the throbbing of his arm under his hand gave him a moment to breathe.

He set aside the cloth, flexing his left hand again — with some difficulty, as the numbness now had it feeling distant and clumsy — and watching the cuts move. The second one opened a tiny amount and let another line of blood escape, but the tourniquet was doing its job and he wasn't bleeding all that much. He traced the jagged line of the cuts with his eyes.

He was trying to be too gentle. Or too careful. There was nothing he was going to do that would mitigate the pain, so he shouldn't be trying to. He needed to be more decisive. Just do it.

With an absent nod, he picked up the knife, then changed his mind and instead untucked the end of the belt that was wrapped around his upper arm, pulled it taut, and held it between his teeth. Then he set the blade against the long side of the skull, pressed until he felt it and saw blood, and then yanked it toward his wrist in one sharp motion. His cry of pain was muffled in the belt, and he slammed the knife back onto the desk, fumbling around for his wand. When his fingers found it, he Silenced himself and released the belt from his teeth, panting for breath.

The cut was better this time. Much longer and neater. And bleeding more. There was blood flowing from it in several distinct rivulets, soaking into the towel under his arm. The cut wasn't at the perfect angle, but it was most of the length of the mark.

Just do that again, a few more times…

He pulled the belt tighter, trying to cut off the blood, held it in his teeth again, and picked up the knife. He told himself he wasn't going to put it down again until he was done.

Starting at the upper long side of the mark, he made another long slice, and then a series of a few short ones around the bottom of the snake, carving straight lines in an approximation of a curve. The skin moved around, making it hard to pull a smooth line, leaving jagged starts and stops in the cuts; he needed another hand to hold himself down. He had to scream once, but he was Silenced so it didn't matter.

When he had done as much as he could like that, he stopped for a moment, resting the edge of the knife on the desk, panting raggedly around the leather in his teeth. His right hand was shaking around the knife. He didn't let it go, though. He wasn't done.

The Dark Mark was roughly outlined in straightish lines, not neat, but amateurish, overlapping where they should have started, sticking out unnecessarily far into the skin or leaving gaps of unbroken skin where they didn't meet, some at awkward angles where the skin had shifted or the curve of his arm sent the knife awry. Blood was running from the cuts, squeezed out and smeared onto the Dark Mark, running tickling down the sides of his arm to soak into the towel. There was blood not only on the knife, but the desk where it had touched, and soaked into the edge of his other sleeve where he had brushed it unknowingly.

He lifted the blade again, and noticed how unsteadily it was shaking in his hand, so closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. Opening his eyes, he breathed deeply and stared at the tip of the knife until it quavered under his will and behaved, going still.

Carefully, he slid the point of the blade into the edge of one of the cuts, hissing a small breath through his nose, and then laid it almost flat, so that it wasn't going down into his arm but over it, under the edge of the skin by a few fractions of an inch. He made sharp, short slices at the corner of the cut that way, lengthening it step by step toward the next cut, and when they nearly joined he had to shift the knife so that he was digging the point into the thin wall of flesh between them and yank it up to break that last thread of skin.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. But there was a kind of clarity and focus that went along with it, a satisfaction in seeing progress on his goal. He gritted his teeth on the belt, panted through his nose, and focused on joining the next pair of cuts. And the next. He could feel in his throat that he would be making noises, but he couldn't hear them and it was fine. He didn't pretend he was brave about pain. Just that it wouldn't stop him.

The first cuts, at the top of the skull, were the most problematic. The angle was awkward and the skin was torn up in small sections. He finally gave up on the careful approach, there, and instead laid the length of the blade half an inch below the original abortive cuts, took a breath, and sawed it forward in a swift slice. The skin shifted and dimpled instead of parting, needed more pressure, and then when it gave the knife bit deeply into the wasted muscle and scraped bone, and he screamed, ripping the knife out and shaking.

It took a very long moment before he got a grip on that screeching pulse of pain, and in that time, blood was running freely from that deep cut and into the towel, slowly spreading the red. But it was done. The entire Dark Mark was encircled in cuts, moats of blood, quarantined, separated from the rest of his skin. It was no longer part of him. Now it was just stuck to him.

His breath was ragged, but he lifted the trembling blade again. Nearly finished. Just to get it off, now.

He took up the wet cloth to wipe the blood from one section of the mark, squeezing the cut closed for a second to interrupt the flow so that he'd be able to see what he was doing. Then he carefully inserted the knife into the cut again and once again angled it so that he could slide it under the skin. Much further this time, not just the edges as before, but full inches, slowly working it back and forth, forward, between the skin and the muscle, biting back whimpers of pain with every stroke as the blade scraped under his skin. The snake seemed to writhe as it bulged with the knife under it, like it was trying to escape from his skin.

It wasn't neat work, at first. He got the angle wrong and shaved too close to the surface, and the tip of the knife came up through the skin, poking through the snake's mouth in a way that made him weirdly ill. Then, trying to adjust for the curve of his arm, he overcorrected and bit too deep, cutting into the muscle, and that made him cry out silently and stop for a long moment.

Maybe it would have hurt less if he were quicker, but for this it only seemed right to be methodical and careful.

It was quickly pointless to try to sop up the blood, and he let it flow. It got on his fingers and made the knife slick in his hand, and obscured what he was doing so he was operating almost entirely on feel. The towel was sodden and it was getting on the desk.

He found the rhythm, though, the right angle and depth that let the skin part almost easily from the muscle beneath. He scraped through the connective tissues and worked his way up toward the elbow, and then it happened. The tip of the blade came out the top. With a few more quick, careful, painful slices of the knife, it was finished. The entire Dark Mark peeled up, on a single solid flap of skin wider than his hand and longer than the blade of the knife. He balanced it carefully on the blade and transferred it whole to the plate, adjusting the ragged edges just so to spread it out. A pathetic grey, faded testament to Voldemort's will and control, and it was gone.

He was drunk on success. He didn't even care about the pain or the slightly woozy feeling of blood loss, it was done. He had done it. He was free.

He hadn't meant to end the silencing spell on himself, but he must have because he heard himself laugh, and he didn't want to stop. He grabbed the cloth and pressed it over the skinned muscle, hissing in pain but still laughing as he slid down a bit in his chair, looking toward the ceiling. It was finally done. It was finally over.

"Fuck you, Tom Riddle," he laugh-sobbed in a surprisingly hoarse voice. Maybe he'd been screaming more than he realised.

Okay, his arm was really hurting. He made himself sit up and, with a wince, peeled the cloth from his arm, wiping away as much blood as possible from the exposed muscle. It was a weird sight, disturbing, glistening wet and red—

And black. As he wiped the space clean, the black loomed out of the blood, skull and snake as vibrantly dark as it had ever been on his skin, engrained in the twitching fibres of the working muscle.

He shrieked and staggered out of the chair like he could get away from his own arm, stumbling a step further and then falling to his knees, retching. His head was swimming, either from the blood loss or the cold laughter pounding through it…

"Tolly," he croaked faintly, hand over his mouth, and heard her Apparate beside him. Her hand on his elbow was searing pain. "I think you should get some help now…"

#whumptober2023 #no.22 #alternate prompt #body modification #fic #harry potter #self harm tw #self mutilation tw #gore tw #blood cw #draco malfoy #tolly the house elf #self whump #draco whumpee #house elf caretaker #draco in his 20s #draco is injured #splendidissimus writing #whumptober 2023

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taliesin-19 · 2 years

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Karma

The sound of rummaging in the kitchen woke Harry up which then proceeded to wake Abby up.

"Just someone wanting a midnight snack," Abby mumbled before rolling over.

Harry closed his eyes to go back to sleep as well, but when several minutes had passed and he still hadn't heard footsteps coming back up the stairs, his curiosity got the better of him.

There was only one small light on in the kitchen but it was enough to spot Lily at the kitchen table with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" she said.

Harry brushed it off and walked inside. "What are you doing up so late?" he said, ruffling her hair as he sat down beside her.

She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep," she said, staring down at her drink.

Reaching out a hand, Harry gently lifted her chin. "Yup, we've definitely got a frown on our hands, folks," he said, causing her to roll her eyes. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"It's nothing important," she said. "Just stupid teenage drama."

"If it's hurting you, then it's the most important thing in the world to me," he said. "Now go on, let's hear it."

With a sigh, Lily rested her head on her palm. "Well...this one girl in my year named Crystal invited some people to her birthday party this summer. Including Jenna and Emmy. And I didn't even want to go in the first place because Crystal is a two-faced troll who has less personality than a piece of blank parchment. But then my two best friends get invited and not me. And Jenna's not going, thank Merlin. But Emmy, who apparently doesn't have a shred of dignity in her bones, said that she rsvp-ed because Diego is going to be there. Even though I know that's just an excuse. She's literally going to see Diego the very next week at Pippa Barton's birthday party which I am invited to because Pippa is a normal human being. And to top it all off, Jenna said that she heard from Richie that Lance--my unfortunate excuse of an ex-boyfriend--is now dating Crystal and will, of course, also be at her party. As if I needed a reason to want to go even less."

Harry's lips parted as he took in all that information. "So...you're upset because...you're not invited to a party?" he said, hoping he'd got that right.

Alas, Lily groaned out loud and shook her head. "Are you even listening, Dad?" she said in exasperation.

"I promise I thought I was."

Lily swirled the hot chocolate in her cup and sighed. "It's Emmy I'm mad at more than anyone. She's supposed to be my best friend, but she doesn't even care that I wasn't invited. She never seems to care. Sometimes I wonder why she's friends with me at all."

"Hey," Harry said. "You're forgetting something very important."

"What?"

"You've got a friend who does care," he said.

Lily rolled her eyes. "Dad, please, I know you care--"

With a loud laugh, Harry shook his head. "Not me, you big dope," he said. "I meant your other friend. Jenna."

"Oh," she said, letting out a giggle despite herself.

"Glad you inherited your brains from your father," he said, tapping her head.

She gave him a cheeky smile in return.

"But I mean it," he said. "Don't lose sight of what you have by focusing on what you don't. You don't need a hundred friends. You need one good, proper one...Maybe two if the other one happens to save your neck a lot."

"Ooooh, I'm telling Aunt Hermione," she said, immediately moving away from him as he reached out to tickle her side.

Once her laughter subsided, she looked up at him with a half-smile. "I guess you're right. I should just invite Jenna over that day and let karma take care of those bitches."

"I'll excuse the language because you admitted I was right."

She grinned. "I'll keep that in mind for future," she said with a wink.

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mediocre-daydreams · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝: give me a character (+) and i’ll tell you what song(s) i associate them with

i'm obsessed with this. james potter!

james is such a love at first sight man. he's orange colored sky by natalie cole. he's dramatic about it too, the minute he sees you he starts tugging at sirius' arm and slapping remus' shoulder and whispering to peter and discreetly pointing to you because merlin if he lets you get away without saying hi. just look at these lyrics:

i was walking along, mindin' my business, when love came and hit me in the eye

(okay james wears glasses so technically they hit his lenses but whatever.) can you imagine him going about his day as normal, maybe headed to lunch and reviewing the lyrics to the song he wrote last night to serenade lily with in front of the entire dining hall, when he catches sight of you and just stops walking. he just freezes and everyone else keeps walking for a bit and then sirius notices he's missing and is panicking and remus just points to james who is rooted to the ground and absolutely transfixed by this girl he's seen in brief flashes before. he knows who you are, obviously; you've got some mutual friends and classes together but you never got around to properly introducing yourselves, but now you're caught in conversation and he gets to really see you for the first time and you're laughing and your uniform is a little messy from a chatoic DADA class and he knows he's done for.

i went into a spin and i started to shout, "i've been hit, this is it, this is it!"

of course the marauders bully tease him relentlessly and shamelessly about this all the way to lunch. they think you're just a temporary distraction from lily, that james will forget all about you in a few days max, but they're wrong. he's trying to fool himself, but his gaze always slips over to you in class and he can't help but notice how you whisper the answers to kids who get cold-called and give younger students advice on dealing with certain teachers. you take your studies seriously, just like lily, but you're always willing to partner up with someone struggling or take a bit of time from your own work to help someone in need. the marauders pass notes in class a lot, but at this point james is dominating half the conversation just talking about you and she's so brave, did you see how she didn't even flinch at that boggart? she's so cute even with armadillo bile on her face. is she cold? does she look cold to you? is it weird if i offer her my robe? he'd be physically swooning and pretending to faint and (sirius would let him fall) remus has to catch him and then you look over and ask if james is okay and HE'S SO EMBARASSED. but he takes it as an opportunity to start a conversation during which he can't stop fumbling with his bag and blushing and fidgeting and wondering what excuse he'll come up with next time to see you again

bonus: i also see him as everybody talks by neon trees or jump then fall by taylor swift

#james potter #1.5k celebration

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forthegothicheroine · 2 years

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Hi!! So I don't really know if this counts as a headcanon request per se, but... I was wondering what the Princess of Swords LIs initial reactions to Rowena being kidnapped were? Because by the time we see them they're all basically in rescue mode, so I was curious as to what they were like when they first realized. (Also, I'm super glad you're continuing PoS and I can't wait for the next part!)

This is a great question, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer! It is a lot of fun thinking about this stuff! It's also a good chance to think about what feelings they were already starting to have for Rowena at the time. I think we can assume that after she vanished while riding, if Arthur and his knights couldn't tell from any trails left behind where she'd gone, then Merlin made sure to give helpful clues to speed the plot along (a wizard did it!)

Lancelot liked Rowena, though he was also dealing with a crush on Guinevere that had not yet fully blossomed (at least, not in his path!) He accepted her favor on an impulse, but still took his role as her champion deadly seriously. In "The Knight of the Cart", his original story, much is made of Lancelot just fucking bolting on foot and horse and cart when he learned Guinevere had been kidnapped, and I think that probably happened here, especially if he was propelled by an explosion of anger because how dare this happen to her.

Gawain rocket-propels himself into action much like Lancelot, but he'd be a lot more optimistic about being able to save her. While I generally prefer the "flower of chivalry" Gawain from poems like The Green Knight, I do like him to have at least a touch of Mort D'Arthur's "dangerously unstable hothead". Of course that medieval dickweed Maleagant kidnapped a princess, someone was going to have to do something about him sooner or later, but now time is imperative that the princess-kidnapper get his shit wrecked!

Kay liked Rowena a bit against his own will, and I imagine dealt with three reactions- "I'm going to go take care of this right now!", "Let some younger man do it, I've never been anyone's epic hero" and "What if a younger guy fucks around showing off or looking for glorious fights and gets her killed?" (Pointed look towards Lancelot and Gawain.) This would lead to the knightly version of those latter-day westerns where the aging gunslinger gets out his coat and weapon because someone has to do something, even if it has to be him.

Morgan spent her whole life clawing her way towards a place where nobody could ever hurt her, so while there would be some of Lancelot's rage, there would also be a deep and profound fear that this sweet girl could be placed in danger with none of her own defenses to help her. She'd helped Arthur before but rarely went on her own "quests", but this one was extremely personal. Someone should have been there for her mother, too.

Mordred, of course, didn't know Rowena had been kidnapped until he saw her in the tower! He was already falling for her, but in that moment, when he saw that she was in danger because this lowlife he was manipulating put his hands on her, he made an instantaneous decision that her safety was more important than any immediate scheming he had going on. It wasn't even a question.

Arthur hadn't done much personal riding to the rescue since the last war, but if there was any chance his presence could bring Rowena back safely, he would go. He would feel immensely guilty because Camelot was supposed to be a safe place where this sort of raiding by the nobility didn't happen, and now someone he'd become fond of in a short time was in danger because he had failed. (He's also probably the only one to have the thought that if she died it might mean war with Ireland, but that was an additional weight on top of everything else.) He also felt guilty again afterwards when Guinevere pointed out that if she'd been kidnapped he would have sent Lancelot to rescue her. He worried that she was right.

#princess of swords

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3. Midas - Beauty/Greed

There's a bit of a time skip from the previous, since these are drabbles to be linked up. Merlin and Lancelot have followed Nimueh's trail to the gate to the underworld, where they encounter the gatekeeper who presides over it.

"What are you doing here, Merlin?"

Arthur, gatekeeper to the underworld, folded his arms, glaring at the god and sheep before him.

"None of your business, Arthur."

Merlin copied Arthur's stance and glared - admittedly less intimidatingly - back at him.

At his side, Lancelot glared in solidarity with his new friend...more or less... Some might have thought it just an ordinary stare from a sheep, but Merlin was morally certain it was a glare.

"It is my business when you're this close to my father's domain," Arthur eyed the sheep suspiciously, "You have no reason to be here. We do not have revelry in the underworld...we also don't have sheep."

"Then you are missing out, my friend."

Arthur arched an eyebrow, "Friend?"

Merlin really wished he'd stop putting unnecessary emphasis on everything.

"Sorry, my mistake," Merlin smiled sweetly, "I'd never have a friend who can be such an ass."

"Or I one who could be so stupid."

Silence.

Glaring.

A stand off.

And then a sheep.

Walking right past Arthur and towards the steps leading to the tunnel to the underworld.

Arthur stared, frozen in bemusement, his head following the motion of the small creature as it adopted a leisurely pace down the uneven and cold stairs.

"Whyyyy is your sheep going down there?" Arthur asked, still looking after the gradually disappearing form of the sheep.

"We're on a mission," Merlin started to walk after, and past Arthur, following Lancelot into the darkness, "Your father is trying to steal Gaius' well."

Arthur rolled his eyes, or at least his tone when he spoke suggested he probably had.

"Of course he is," Arthur was now walking in step with Merlin down the stairs, "That man will go to any length for power."

"He has power," Merlin objected, "He has an entire realm at his disposal."

"He wants more. He wants to wipe out all mortal beings and possess both worlds."

Below them, Lancelot bleated, ambling up the stairs a bit and bleating again.

"What's the sheep saying?"

"No idea," Merlin picked up the pace, "And the sheep has a name. He's Lancelot."

"You named your sheep after the god of beauty?"

Lancelot bleated again and came to join them, nudging merlin in the leg.

"No, the sheep is the god of beauty."

Arthur shifted across the staircase to stare at the sheep more closely, "You can't be serious."

"I never joke."

"Joking is quite literally yout primary reason for existing."

"Joking and wine," Merlin corrected, "And dancing, and drunken idiocy."

Lancelot nudged him again.

"Right, anyway," Merlin returned to the point, "Your greedy father sent Nimueh to steal the well from Gaius. We need to get it from her before she gets it to Uther, and..."

"And my father decides to take all the realms for himself," Arthur finished, "Right. And Lancelot..."

"Is helping."

Arthur snorted a laugh, "Good luck to you. A sheep and the one drunkards worship against Nimueh? You had just hope she and Uther aren't in the mood for killing either gods or sheep at the moment."

"I have a plan."

Lancelot stopped, turned, bleated.

"I do!"

"Lancelot doesn't seem to agree."

"Lancelot's a sheep."

The sound that followed was definitely indignant. And, it turned out, indignant noises were very incongruous with something as utterly adorable as the fluffy creature a few steps below them.

"So," Arthur smirked, folding his arms and leaning against a wall, giving up walking and allowing his lower half to turn to black smoke so he could drift level with Merlin, "What is this master plan of yours?"

"You're Uther's son. I'm not telling you."

Arthur was Uther's son.

He was also nothing like Uther. For one, he could leave the underworld. He and the collector of souls, Leon, were the only ones from that realm who could. And, for another, he was a good man, if a bit of a prat. And, then, just to complete a story much like the tragic plays the mortals wrote, he was besotted with the goddess of the sun. Every sunrise he stood just beyond the threshold to the underworld and watched the gold she gifted to the lands below, smiling as the warmth fell on his permanently cold skin.

Arthur loved Guinevere, but rarely did they meet. Uther was greedy, and that extended to keeping a tight rein on his son, never allowing him to stray far enough to meet with the radiant sun goddess.

"By which you mean," Arthur corrected, "You don't have a plan."

Lancelot chimed in his agreement or disagreement or indifference. Or perhaps a comment on the drop in temperature the farther they went.

"I have something that could be loosely described as a plan," Merlin glared, "Happy?"

Arthur's teasing smirk fell, "I won't be if my father gains yet more power."

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MERTHUR BLOODLUST - Chapter 1

MERTHUR - BLOODLUST (a Merthur AU where Merlin is a vampire and a sorcerer, living under a roof with Arthur, who knows about his secrets. The prince left the family castle after a fallout with his father, who hates all supernatural creatures. Uther let his demon hunters terrorize the entire town. The friendship between the prince and the vampire stems from the night Arthur left the castle. Wasted, he ended up in a dark alley, where he would almost get killed by a bunch of were creatures if it weren't for Merlin, who protected him and took him in until he sobered up. Since that night, they have looked after each other and tried to deal with their growing feelings for each other.) Steampunk era (therefore mentioning of modern stuff like a fridge, cell phones, apps etc.)

Chapter 1

"Holy Christ, you are bleeding!" Worried, Arthur dropped to his knees beside Merlin, who groaned as he applied pressure to the nasty gash in Merlin's side. Not because of the pain, but Arthur smelled delicious. Merlin's eyes focused on the throbbing vein in his friend's neck. Merlin wanted nothing more than to grab him by his silky blond hair and drag his throat to his mouth. Merlin's jaw ached as his fangs snapped free. Arthur's eyes widened. Of course, he knew his friend was a vampire. Only, until today he'd never seen him like this. Usually, Merlin was a master in disguising his true identity.

Merlin felt his undead life draining from him as he cast a pleading look at his friend. "Please help me inside."

"Merlin, I..."

"Please."

"Tell me what to do," Arthur said, ready to pull up his sleeve. Another first.

God, this man would die for him. Merlin shook his head. "I would kill you my noble friend in my current state, because you can't stop me from drinking. I would drain you to the very last drop."

Shame barely broke through his thirst, as he licked his lower lip, teasing the tip of his fangs with his tongue.

"There is blood in the freezer," Merlin whispered.

Merlin tried to lift his arms. Due to the loss of blood his limbs disobeyed him. Humiliation paired with relief burned in Merlin's chest.

"Sorry, you have to feed me."

"Sorry," Merlin muttered, releasing his friend as his sanity returned.

Arthur sat back on his heels. He looked at his hands, unable to meet Merlin's gaze.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked before clenching his jaw, still not looking at the vampire.

"Obviously someone wanted me dead."

"Care to elaborate?" Arthur kept digging.

"I got stabbed by one of your father's men. One of those useless vampire hunters." Merlin made a dismissive gesture.

"How in the world did he know you were a ..."

"I bit him."

Arthur's brows shot up to his hairline. "I beg your pardon. You did what? But you told me you don't bite people."

"Well, in his case ... He asked me to," Merlin clarified.

Trying not to be insulted as Arthur leaned away from him. Because he didn't want Arthur to see the hurt look on his face, Merlin climbed to his feet, holding on to the wall to keep himself upright. His head swam.

Arthur remained kneeling in front of him. His hands were on his knees. It shouldn't have been sexy, but damn if he didn't look like a servant, his blond unruly hair tickling his forehead, his full lips slightly parted. If he wanted, he could unbutton the fly of Merlin's trousers, slide his fingers into the crease of Merlin's boxers and wrap those sinful lips around his...

"Why in the world would anyone ask to be bitten?" Arthur tried to sound curious. Only, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his disgust.

"Because it feels good," Merlin offered.

Arthur gave him a skeptical look in return. "Seriously?"

Merlin snorted, "Dear friend, you are doing a helluva job making me feel like a monster. But then thinking about how easy it had been to tear this asshole apart, I probably deserve to feel like one."

"You could have enchanted him," Arthur suggested.

"Nope. Not with the amount of vervain in his system. I could smell the stank of it. Unfortunately, too late."

Arthur dropped the dish towel next to the sink.

"I don't get it. How could being bitten something worth craving for?"

(Chapter 2 here)

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hooooooo friend do i have some headcanons for you~

Headcanon A: realistic

Okay, so, hear me out: if we're following general rules of story structure and character development arcs (which I recognize JD never really did, but this is a theoretical, mental exercise anyway in which we wave a magic wand and have all the cast members and creative control we want, so bear with me), if we had more canon Derek content, he'd have eventually become an Alpha again.

Aside from the obvious need for sterek and him learning that his love doesn't necessarily equal pain, any other of Derek's personal arcs are pretty complete (for better or for worse). By the end of the show, he hates himself less, learns to trust people, etc. The one little loose end that isn't tied up before he leaves? It's that speech he gave - the "they get to be a name on our deadpool" speech.

That's... that's Alpha as fuck. It's out of left field. And we never explored that.

So Derek was raised in a house where his older sister was essentially groomed to be the perfect Alpha from childhood. He was literally born to be her beta, and not given the Alpha education she was. When he becomes an Alpha in canon, it's for a lot of reasons, sure (power, protecting Beacon Hills from the coming Alpha pack, etc) but it’s also out of necessity, and with an attitude of "I'm the best option out of all these other, very bad options". Of course this self-hating loner would be terrible at it: he learned from a young age to trust nobody and tell nobody anything, and we know from watching Scott that a good Alpha must trust their Pack implicitly.

But he's learned to trust Scott and the Pack by the end of the show. He learned how to be a good Alpha by being a good beta.

And yet, he's still a loner. He comes and goes. He can't commit to staying with the people he cares about - can't commit to letting them stay close at all, even geographically. This is clear in the finale episode, when Scott says something about how some people are not always there, but come when they're needed, which implies that Derek would continue to come and go even once Monroe is dealt with.

If you're writing a story arc for a character... isn't that incomplete? Isn't the finale of that arc coming to a time when he can actually keep people close, and stay that way?

There's a concept in storytelling called 'the lie the character believes', and it is supposed to keep the character in question from becoming the person they were meant to be - the person they, ideally, end up being at the end of the story (if that's the type of arc they get, and not a spiral-into-darkness type arc). The lie Derek believes is that he can't stick around anyone or get too close, or people will get hurt. That's clear. But if nothing about his life palpably changes when he eventually unlearns this lie in a theoretical future plot for him, then there is no point to finishing this unfinished story at all. Therefore, he needs have a profound change to his life to reward him for learning this - ie, becoming an Alpha again. (Yes, him just having a fulfilling relationship is also a profound change he could have to his life, but if that's the only change, then it doesn't address that Alpha-AF speech that was the unfinished thread that started all this in the first place.)

How would this work in a possible future arc? Welp, I do have LOTS of opinions about it, but I am kind of writing a really massive fic featuring this very plot, so stay tuned, I guess~

Again, obviously, TW has a long history of NOT following story structure, of dropping arcs, etc. This is just a headcanon about where I personally would go if I were handed this story and told "finish it" with no limitations. :P

(Also, of course, the other unfinished thing is that he's nailed his heart shut in a box and won't let anyone touch it, and Stiles can open it right back up~)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Derek actually really likes halloween. It's his favourite time of year.

He would never admit to liking pretty much anything - he has a grumpy sourwolf reputation to uphold, after all - but it's the only time of year when he can flash his eyes and his fangs in public and not be afraid of the repercussions. It's like Werewolf Pride month for him: a safe(r) time to go outside as the person he really is, without hiding it.

But don't get me wrong - he wouldn't be caught dead in a costume. Unless Stiles twisted his arm :)

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

When everyone forgets Stiles, so does Derek. And briefly, that turns him into an omega.

He's forgotten Peter, too, and while that means that he forgets he had any living family save Cora (because it means he forgets he and Malia are cousins), that doesn't affect him the way forgetting Stiles does.

He's in South America, as far away from home as he can be without an ocean in the way... and yet suddenly he barely remembers what home even means. He struggles to keep his connection to Scott - barely remembers why it was even there, though he knows he would have died for that kid at one point - and tries to bond to the Alpha that Cora's with instead to try to make up for it, but it doesn't work. He is unmoored, untethered, adrift.

And then he takes to floating in pools.

Again, I might write a canon-compliant fic about how I think he actually helped pull Stiles back into reality remotely by floating in said pools to remember him, so I won't go farther, but yeah

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

I am a very fix-the-canon type of person, so most of my thoughts on TW are canon-compliant, but I do have this to offer:

Derek has read a whole bunch of Star Wars novelizations because Stiles won't stop going on about the movies. He won't watch the films... but some of those books are pretty good. :P

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okay sterek fic readers, reblog and drop in the tags what sterek fic/fics you've read that have made you cry. i don't wanna know why, or what you like about them, or even whether or not it's a fave fic, i just want a list of sterek fics that bring people to tears

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When Derek dies, he wakes up in Bardo.

He’s still leaning up against that little ruined wall he died on - maybe it came here with his consciousness or something - but there’s no doubt that this is the place Scott described back when he first activated the Nemeton. Bright white fluorescent lights buzz overhead in a vast, low-ceilinged room, both endless and claustrophobic. The whole place is white; impossibly, there are no shadows.

Derek tries to sit up, but his body seems to creak. There’s no pain anymore - not when death is so close, is already here, has already come--

Jesus, he’s freaking dead--

--but every atom of his body is screaming against the movement anyway, like his muscles have been replaced with cotton balls and his bones are made of lead.

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Or, how Derek finally learned to transform into the wolf... and why it took him being kinda dead to do it.

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omg friends i put "stiles stilinski and derek hale kissing" through a bunch of art AIs and they did NOT DISAPPOINT

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My #1 post of 2022

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heey!! can u write something where y/n and sirius are bffs? she tries to tell him about her relationship w regulus but something always happens that prevents her from talking and sirius ends up finding out on his own (when he sees the couple together) and she goes to him to talk about the situation

(sorry if it's confusing, english isn't my first language)

hi bubs! thank you so much for this request! i loved writing it so much! also, kind of strayed from yn trying to tell him but he finds out in the end so i hope you don't mind! xo

“OUR SECRET”

summary: yn and regulus try to hide their relationship from the marauders, and especially yn’s best friend, sirius. genre: fluff, angst. warnings: swearing, smutty scenes (just them making out, not much happens). pairing: regulus black x reader.

MONDAY

You grumbled softly as Regulus placed kisses over your face, "but why can't we let them know, Reg? You've been my boyfriend for two years and I want people to know it." Regulus sighed softly, "I know. I want to tell your friends, I want to tell my friends. I want to climb to the clock tower and yell that you're my girlfriend, but..." Regulus sighed heavily this time.

"Is it because my parents are Muggles?" you spoke quietly; Regulus wore a shocked expression on his face, "what? No, of course it's not your fault! It's not your fault at all. Well, it's completely Sirius's fault."

At the mentioning of your best friend's name, you frowned. "What would Padfoot have to do with it, though?" and Regulus rolled his eyes at the nickname, even though you hadn't come up with it, he was still jealous. Sirius's nickname was unusual and all the nicknames you had for Regulus were completely normal. He was funny like that.

"Because he's my brother," Regulus said darkly, "he's my brother and you're his best friend." then he scowled and looked away, but you frowned, confused. "But I don't know you guys don't get along, but why? -" and Regulus turned to give you a pointed look as he said, "that's exactly the problem. Sirius hates me. You saw how he and his friends treated me. First year I tried being nice to his friend Remus, but he ignored me a few weeks after that."

A horrible feeling of guilt washed over you as you remembered a day in your second year where you'd said something about Regulus just to make your friends laugh. "Sirius, your brother's hair is so greasy, are you sure he isn't half troll?" everyone laughed, and James and Sirius often called Regulus a troll behind his back. Even though you weren't dating at the time, you never said anything about Regulus ever again, but you still felt bad about it, and you didn't know what your best friend, Sirius, would say if he knew you were dating his "troll" brother.

"Okay," you agreed, placing a kiss on his lips, "We'll keep it quiet." Regulus smiled, "thank you. I love you." and your stomach churned as you said, "I love you too," and Regulus kissed you again, pressing you down into the - "Y/N, there you are, I've been looking for you everywhere, I - Who's that you're snogging? Why didn't you tell me - Merlin's beard - Y/N, are you snogging Sirius's troll brother?"

Regulus leapt up the chair to see a rather gob-smacked James Potter, whose face was so pale you'd think he'd seen a very terrifying ghost. Regulus frowned at the word "troll" but you talked quickly before anyone could say anything, "we're not just snogging, alright, Prongs? We're dating. Have been, for two years. But Sirius doesn't know, so please don't rat us out, alright?" now it was Regulus and James who looked shocked. Regulus's jaw was so dropped you were afraid it might stay like that forever, and James's face was so pale you thought there wasn't going to be any colour left in it by supper.

"Right," said James finally, "right, of course I won't. Well congratulations on... on... your endeavors." and, rather robotically, James stalked out of the Common Room, leaving the two of you alone, the Fat Lady's portrait closing behind him. You could only just hear the Lady say, "Well, of course they've been dating, Mr. Potter. Hasn't it been painfully obvious?” and silence reigned once again as James’s footprints descended quietly.

TUESDAY

You did not go to breakfast with your friends, waiting in your dormitory a good six minutes instead before going down to the Great Hall at twelve past eight. They'd already saved you a seat. Lily and her friends were sitting with them too as you sat down next to Sirius. James kept grinning at you madly, making you worry that he'd told the others about your relationship with Regulus.... But no one seemed to be giving you any funny looks, and it appeared Sirius was completely fine, so you were in the clear.

Neither of your friends had spoken about Regulus all day, except for Marlene, who complained about being partnered with him for her potions project. Sirius laughed, and you were about to defend Regulus but James beat you to it. "I heard Regulus is actually quite good at potions, you know, for a Slytherin." everyone laughed but thankfully, there was no more Regulus talk until the last lesson of the day, Charms class.

"Look, Marlene, it's your boyfriend. Hey, Regulus. Marls fancies you. Go on a date with her," surprisingly, this was not Remus nor James, but Sirius himself. Sirius had singled out his brother as Flitwick left the class for while to get something from his office. Regulus shot a look at you from the corner of his eye before saying coolly, "sorry Marlene, but I'm not interested." and now Sirius sneered, "but she's a pureblood!" and Regulus shrugged before keeping his head insanely low. You'd never wanted to slap Sirius more. Even James, who'd always been a little mean to Regulus, looked horrified, and was darting his head at the three of you like he was watching Quidditch.

Somehow, everything Sirius did for the rest of the lesson was annoying. In fact, you grew to be so annoyed with him that as you took your time to pack your things, you told your friends to leave without you. The marauders denied his until you gave James a pleading look, and the idea seemed fine.

Regulus was still there too. "Hurry up, Regulus," crowed Snape, who was, unfortunately, one of your boyfriend's close friends, "we're stuck with the mudblood!" even though you pretended not to hear as you put ay your notes, you saw that Regulus clenched his fist under his robes. He breathed through his nose and for a moment you were afraid that you would have to break up a fight, but all Regulus said was, "it's fine, Severus. Just leave without me, alright? Save me a spot at dinner and I'll be down soon." Barty and Snape shared looks with each other before leaving the two of you alone. It was clear that neither of them knew Regulus was angry, but you knew better.

You wove your wand and the rest of the items packed themselves into your satchel before you walked over quickly, hugging Regulus from behind, "you know Snivellous is a rig foul git, yeah? Don't listen to him. It's not worth getting upset over." and Regulus grunted softly before sighing, "yeah, I know. It's just really annoying, this stupid mudblood thing. And I hate it even more when someone says it about you." for some reason, Regulus's words made you smile. He was so unlike any Slytherin you'd ever crossed paths with before, and it made you want to kiss him.

Regulus's hand had snaked under your robes halfway through the kiss, and was now unbuttoning your shirt when you heard a shrill yelp coming from outside the classroom. "Oh my god. Oh my god. James. James. JAMES! It's Regulus and Y/N, it's Regulus and Y/N, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes!" You'd wished you were hearing things, but as the two of you span around, you saw, to your horror, Remus and James standing in the doorway of the Charms classroom.

"Oh my god," said Remus, covering his face, "oh my god. Put on a shirt. PUT ON A FUCKING SHIRT! You stared at Remus in shock as James grinned widely. Regulus scrambled around, tossing you your house robes, which you threw on violently, your cheeks blushing red. Remus rounded on James, "Regulus and Y/N were snogging! They were SNOGGING!" his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

He shot Regulus a rather disgusted look but James clapped his hand over Remus's mouth, "yes, I know. I know! They're not just snogging, though, they're dating, so it's fine..." and now Remus wore a large smile, "you're dating? Oh, that's really incredible. Congratulations!..." your cheeks flushed again, "yes, thanks, Moony. But Sirius doesn't know yet, so..." you'd run out of words to say, so Regulus said them for you, "we'd like it if you didn't tell him or the rest of your friends." you nodded solemnly, "yeah, it's been a really wonderful two years and we don't know what might happen if -" but Remus was yelling again, "you've been dating two years! How did you manage - is that where you go every time you sneak off at night?" he was grinning almost as widely as James was.

"Yes," you admitted, "yes it is. I'm surprised neither of you chose to look at the Map..." James shrugged at this, "we thought it would an invasion of privacy." Regulus nodded, "yeah, I think it would be." you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Anyway, the point is, please don't tell them, the girls included. You know how much they like to gossip." Regulus gave you a bemused look as James said, "you know you're a girl too, right? And you're the biggest gossiper out there we know. You even started that rumor that Regulus was dating Patricia Parkinson. We were so thick that we believed it! The whole school did, actually." you couldn't help but grin at this, "Well, that was actually Reggie's idea, we just hope that Patricia didn't actually believe it. But you won't talk ab it?" you looked a Remus, who shook his head, "Sirius would go ballistic." and you snorted, "yeah, think he would, so thank you."

WEDNESDAY

After Remus's encounter, your friends began finding out like dominoes. It was Mary and Marlene who knew now, and it wasn't even their fault. "But what's wrong with Amos Diggory?" crowed Mary, "he's really good looking! He's smart and popular and his family's got money, if that's what you're worried about!" you tried to think about it for a while, but as you tried to imagine it, you couldn't deal with the idea of dating someone that wasn't Regulus. You looked across the Slytherin's table and shook your head.

Marlene gasped. "Don't tell me you've got a crush on Snape," and even Mary made a face, "Y/N, don't be disgusting. You know he hates mudbloods like us." you scowled at her, "not all of them are like that, you know! And besides..." your drifted off drear "it's not Snivellous. I've already got a boyfriend. Um. D'you know Sirius's little brother?"

"REGULUS BLACK?" shouted Mary, so loud that almost all the Slytherins turned to look at the Gryffindors, you glared at her and Mary shot you an apologetic look before lowering her voice a hushed whisper "you're dating Regulus Black? Well, Sirius isn't going to be too happy about that, is he? Aren't you best friends?"

You groaned softly at this, "yes, I know. So I'd appreciate it if you two were the last people to find out. I'm sure Lily won't mind being left in the dark for a bit..." Marlene stared at u with a gob-smacked jaw, "who else knows? James and Remus? Do Regulus's friends know?" you shook your head, "Regulus's friends don't know but James was the first one to find out, and Remus found out yesterday. Reggie actually almost beat up Snape because he called me a Mudblood..."you giggled softly.

Mary and Marlene made faces, "Reggie?" and Marlene pretended to gag. Mary saw James and gestured to him like he was a waiter at a Muggle bar, "oi, Potter! D'you know about Y/N and Regu -" but you slapped your hand over her mouth before anyone could hear anything else. James strutted over to table, grinning chivalrously, "ladies. Where's Evans?" and Marlene scowled, "up your arse." James scowled, "don't be a bitch, McKinnon." and Marlene grinned, “no promises, Potter.”

"Anyway," said May hurriedly, turning to James in a very businesslike tone, "is it true?" and James was either pretending he didn't know what she was talking about or didn't know at all because he frowned and said what true?" Mary glared at him, "is it true Y/N and Regulus are dating?" and James frowned again, "I don't know what you're talking about, MacDonald..." but his voice drifted off at your assuring look. James grinned and said, "alright, yeah it is. I was the first one to find out, you know! Walked in on them snogging and everything..." you scowled, you had no idea why anyone would say that proudly.

"Yes," said a bitter voice behind you, "but at least you didn't have to see Regulus taking off Y/N's clothes in the Charms classroom." Remus had joined you now, and sat rather stiffly into his seat as James cackled loudly, "I was there, too, mate. They put on quite a show, honest. There's real love in their relationship, if you get what I mean..." but James did not have time to finish, because you did not let him, and had hit him on the head with an empty water goblet from the table.

"Well, there's enough of us who know now, isn't there? So why don't we just tell Lily and Sirius and get it over done with?" this was not James, but surprisingly Remus, who had been quiet for most of the afternoon. The group shouted at him, "no!" and he shrugged sheepily, "okay, okay. Geez." you grinned at him sympathetically, "we will tell them, soon. Just not now. I have to talk about it with Regulus first and se he's comfortable witi so thank you...."

FRIDAY

You knew it was a risky move after James found out, but everyone was in class, you'd just left Potions, feigning a sickness. The Fat Lady gave you a dirty look as you giggled and lead him inside the Comme Room. "If I was able I'd take house points fluking lessons," said the Lady, as her portrait swung shut.

things and chucking them lightly on the burgundy carpet floor Soon, your clothes joined your belonging too, and you giggled again as Regulus inhaled the scent of your neck. You didn't even hear the portrait swing open as Regulus bit your skin softly. You were concentrating far too much on the touch of his hands dancing across your body. You only took notice when you heard a loud yell near the portrait hole.

"REGULUS! REGULUS SAW WHAT YOU WERE DOING! I CAN SEE YOU SNOGGING MY BEST FRIEND! REGULUS!" and you squeaked softly at Sirius's booming tones as Regulus scrambled up, buttoning his shirt, throwing, once again, your robes toward you.

"Padfoot," you said hurridely, drawing the strings, "Padfoot, wait," but it was too late, as the bell rang, the students and the marauders came pouring into the classroom, staring in shock at the scene that was unfolding before them. Sirius had taken out his wand. "Shut up, Sunny," he snarled your marauder's name, moving towards Regulus, who had taken his wand out too, "don't you dare tell her to shut up!"

And you knew it was not just Sirius who looked surprised, but the rest of Gryffindor house, too. Sirius narrowed his eyes in confusion before blinking violently, jabbing his wand at his younger brother, "shut up unless I tell you." and you made a defiant, upset noise Like an angry cat, "Sirius, don't!" but Sirius ignored you, turning to Regulus.

"How can you be so disgusting? I know you're a troll, but you can't possibly stoop so low as to snog my best friend! Out of all the girls at Hogwarts you had to choose Y/N to be buddies with! Did you do it to annoy me? Because if you did, you have! You knew she was my best friend! You end this stupid contract right now, Regulus Arcturus Black!" Sirius was screaming at Regulus, who held his head low and was staring at his feet the whole time, almost as quiet as the rest of the Common Room.

"It's not a contract!" the tears stung and pricked at your eyes as you bexploded, your body shaking. "You thick bastard! We're not just snogging! How can you be so cruel, how?" the tears were spilling from your eyes as you sucked in a breath, you're the reason Regulus didn't want to tell you! At first I didn want to believe it but see it now! We're dating, not snogging, and if you can't see that, or you can't be happy for us, then you're not my friend!" you spat the words before grabbing your boyfriend's hand, "come on, Regulus."

You were just about to leave when Sirius called after you with your marauder's name. "Sunny, wait!" you looked at Regulus before grumbling and turning around, "are you really dating my brother?" he said quietly. You tried not to glare at him as you nodded and said, "yes, I am. We've been dating two years, and if you can't accept that, then you can just get lost."

And then Sirius did the strangest thing. He pulled you and a struggling Regulus, into a hug. Your eyes widened as Regulus grinned, hugging you once more before releasing you. "My brother and my best friend!" he smiled happily and hugged the pair of you again, "that's so sweet! I can't believe my brother and my best friend are dating.... You're more unlike our family than might think," said Sirius to Regulus, who scowled at this sudden change of emotions.

"Oh, I can't believe it. This is amazing! My brother and my best friend! We're going to be a family! You should marry her, Regulus, mate." someone from the right side of the room snorted loudly, and you had a strong feeling that it was Remus, because he covered it up with a cough, but Sirius didn't sem to notice. "My brother and my best friend are dating! Evans, make a note. We're having a party on the weekend, celebrating the theme of love. Invite the Slytherins!"

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all i need [h.p x gn!reader]

word count — 1,282

warnings — utter fluff, love-struck harry, slight allusions to sex?? lmk if there is anything i missed

summary — love at first sight with harry james potter.

a/n — i haven't written anything in months but guess who inspired me to write something? this beautiful angel @hey-there-angels this is for her and her only. jkjkjk anyone can read this but it is written with her in mind <3 also sorry if this is shit i haven't written anything in MONTHS. still hope you enjoy !!

harry was mental for you. completely. he fell in love with you the moment he'd see you at the yule ball.

he thought you looked gorgeous in your outfit, your bright big smile and just everything about you seemed to click to him.

his crush on you seemed to increase the second he got to know you better, your likes were so different but similar to him that you both together would never clash.

he thought of you as the sweetest, even when you thought you weren't. and every time he tried to make a move to get you there was always something in him that stopped him. terrible scenarios playing in his head of what happened every time that he loved someone.

so even if he was dying to kiss those perfect lips. to feel your warmth around him as you hugged him with love. to caress every part of your skin with a gentleness that no one else could do.

to see you smile, to laugh, to cry because of him.

he thought of the future you'd two have late at night. he'd never felt this kind of feeling before so it was very foreign to him.

he tested the waters one day when he asked to hold your books during classes and you refused of course. cause you were the sweetest and didn't want him to suffer from your problems. he ended up carrying them anyways.

a while later he took you out. as just friends. to see what it would be like and merlin. it was everything and more than he'd dreamed of.

he hadn't even gotten the chance to touch you, to hold you, but yet he was high off his mind with just your mere presence.

he'd catch himself staring at you throughout the day, constantly wondering what you were doing, if you were okay.

somehow he'd even gotten the courage to tell his friends about you. and that to him felt like introducing you to his family. as if you were his partner.

they encouraged him to go get you because it's better now than later right? who knew what would happen to him or you between the upcoming years with voldemort rising. but he wasn't ready to face the smile of rejection yet.

ron had told him that he was being ridiculous when harry had told him about his worries.

to be specific "come on mate. do you really think that y/n would really reject you? i mean, you've got everything. fame, money, great personality, body (no homo), mind. honestly everything. there is no way in hell there are any flaws in you"

though in reality, everything was wrong with him. he was so prone to anger, reckless, stubborn, self-confident. and so many more that he can't even name right now.

you didn't deserve that. you deserved someone better than him. someone who wouldn't put a frown on your face with concern.

for a split second, he'd thought even if you dated him, it would only be for his fame and money, but he knew. he knew you were nothing like that.

you were an angel.

and that's the only thing that kept pushing him on.

the chance to call you his. the chance to hold you close and never let go. the chance to finally love someone, and have a family with them.

so one particular night, he pushed every thought except you away. said fuck it and went to the astronomy tower, because of the letter he slipped inside your robe pocket.

this was a very cliché spot but it was the only one where they'd be alone together, so he had to make up with what he had. the spot he'd chosen in the tower was very romantic anyway, so it was a win-win for him.

he waited about 5 minutes, give or take for you to come but yet you didn't. his inner demon told him that you had stood him up and left him to stand there like a fool, and just when he was threatening to leave.

you came. just as beautiful as ever. the moonlight reflected off your hair, making it shine.

and then it hit him that you were standing right there, inches from him with that gorgeous smile.

this was his only shot, he thought as he took a big breath.

"y/n. i've brought you here tonight because i have something very important to tell you. this was very hard for me to come up to this point but it was worth it because you're here. there's no point in tip-toeing around the million dollar question so here i go.. y/n y/l/n you are the most beautiful and honest person i've ever met. i fell in love with you the moment i saw you those years ago on that dance floor. the way you smile, laugh, talk, cry even has me mesmerized. you're so thoughtful and brilliant it amazes me that i even have the chance to be alive next to you right now. and i am here to ask you today to let me be your boyfriend. your partner in crime. i'd treat you so well. bathe in my love and worship you with kindness if you would only give me a chance. that's all i ask. a chance with you. i'd love you until my dying breath if you were mine. so please. just give me one."

he felt a huge weight lift off his chest as he uttered the last few words, emotional and anxious for your response.

yet you just stood there shell-shocked. he had no idea what was going through your mind if what he said had been too much.

though every single thought left him in a heartbeat when he felt you crash into him, your lips on his, and your warmth so close to his heart.

he didn't know how to function before he remembered who he was and kissed you back.

it was just as sweet as he had dreamed. he pulled you closer by the waist your body warm against the cold wind and your lips a distraction from his thoughts.

you both had no idea how long you two were kissing but you had to breathe after a while after all so he removed himself from you with dismay gently.

he was still in shock that you had said yes. right? you kissing him was a yes right? he began to grow even more worried when he saw that you were tearing up. it was you that initiated the kiss so why were you crying?

"i- y/n. a-are you alright? i'm sorry if i said anything wrong but please don't cry.", but then when he said those words you were smiling.

"i like you too harry. i was just- i just never expected you to like me back. YOU liking ME back? i thought it was another dream or i was going crazy but i- i like you. no. love you. i don't care if it's too soon but i've always loved you. your speech was so sweet thank you. and yes. yes i will let you be my boyfriend, partner in crime if you will."

he thought he was going crazy when he heard that last line but he couldn't help but smile back. pulling you into a hug he buried his face in your hair inhaling your scent.

he couldn't believe that you were his and that he was yours. but it was all he'd ever wanted so he stood there basking in the feeling of love and finally a chance at something new.

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