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tiredcowboyy · 22 days

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I cant stop thinking ab the idea of merlin one day post s5, where they all survived, becoming really secretive and protective of his room and not telling anyone at all whats inside. Not even gaius. He even gets a lock installed and whenever anybody asks he brushes it off with jokes like “its to stop arthur from finding me” or smth.

he also unrelatedly really hates any talk of destiny, going to war, and anytime morgana mentions her fear of her magic turning her merlin slightly freaks out.

That is until one day gaius manages to catch merlin off guard while hes rushing between the main room and his bedroom and walks in.

Only to see a whole bunch of stuff that hes never seen before.

Merlin freaks out, tries to play it off as some weird experiments and stuff hes been collecting but gaius can feel it, somethings different about these items, not wrong but not right. Not really magic either.

It takes 3 weeks of gaius pestering him before merlin breaks and explains to him that he IS A TIME TRAVELER. after the battle of camlan as we know it that lead to arthurs death, merlin did wait, he really did, but in the year 2020 when arthur didnt return for yet another global crisis, merlin broke and did spell upon spell until he figured out how throw himself back in time.

And holy shit did it work well. He managed to come back just at the perfect time to change everything that needed to be done to assure that everyone lives happily and safely, and when he realises hes done it, he decides to stay in this time. See his friends and family grow old as they should have. See arthur rule as he should have. Live the life he has been craving to go back to for centuries now.

Until a month in he realises how old everything is. Sure merlin can survive without his phone and stuff but theres a few things he really misses. Like his slippers, his potato peeler, his favourite hoodie, and especially his favourite tea flavours.

So once in a while he allowed himself to go back to the modern day and bring one thing back. He started with a scented candle, because candles exist in camelot and having one here shouldn’t mess up time right? Then moved onto a herbal tea that he knows if he traveled past the boarders he may be able to find similar ingredients.

Then he brings a new release of his favourite book series because he cant help it and realises small things like that dont change time.

And so thats what he’s been hiding away in his room, all of his modern day stuff. Ranging from trinkets hes collected over his life to his favourite scarf to his stuffed lion that he won at a fair in the 80s. He doesn’t go back often, only when his tea runs out or he really needs something, he tries to limit it he really does.

It takes gaius another 4 weeks to wrap his head around it all. Another 2 weeks after that to touch merlins stuffed lion thinking it may attack him at any moment.

He makes gaius promise to not tell a soul, offering him tea bags as payment. They have a nice system from then on, gaius would try a new flavour of tea everytime merlin returned, once in a while he would also bring a modern day snack (gaius yelled when he first tried salt and vinegar crisps).

A yell which led to leon finding out. And so a cycle began.

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dracolilhoe · 23 days

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Secret Keepers (Severus Snape x Y/n)

Severus Snape x fem!pregnant!wife!professor

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Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n, mild swearing, Professor reader, mentions of mensurating

Words: +1.5k

Summary: Severus & Y/n have been secretly married for the last few years. Y/n has a hunch that something big is happening, but isn't sure if she should trust her instincts.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

Just breathe, Y/n. Everything is perfectly fine. I say to myself as I pace around my classroom. You're freaking out over nothing. It's normal for everyone to miss their period sometimes, but two weeks? Maybe I should see Poppy just to be sure. I let out a shaky breath and made my way to the hospital wing, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors.

"Poppy?" I call as I walk into the Hospital wing. "Hello? Oh! Y/n dear lovely to see you! Is something the matter? You seem distressed." Merlin, this is going to be awkward. "Um… I was wondering if you happened to have a pregnancy test?" Her eyebrows shoot up slightly as she stares at me. "Yes. Yes, I do. Do you need one?" "Yes. That would be great." "Alright, give me a moment." She walks over to her office to fetch the test as I rock back and forth nervously.

The clicking of the heels can be heard a few moments later as she comes back with the test in hand. "The bathroom is just over there," She points over to a door on the far end of the wing. "take all the time you need." She gives me a comforting pat on the back and a soft push forward.

After I do my business I place the test on the bathroom counter face down and wash my hands. I lean against the wall of the bathroom as I gaze at the test. I sigh heavily and rub my eyes. "It's now or never…" I mutter picking up the small stick. I look down and stare at the single pink word.

Positive

"Holy shit. Holy shit," I whisper as the test falls to the floor and my hands fly to my tear-filled eyes. "I'm gonna be a mom… I'm gonna be a mom!" A soft knocking can be heard as a soft voice calls, "Y/n… is everything alright?" I open the door and stare at the older woman in front of me. She glances at my tear-stained cheeks and the test now on the floor. She bends down, picks up the test, and her eyes widen as her mouth falls open. "Dear Merlin," she whispers, "you're pregnant!" I nod as she pulls me into a tight hug. "Congratulations!" She says excitedly as we pull away and she rubs my shoulders softly. "Thank you."

"If you don't mind me asking… who's the father?" I sigh. "Promise me you'll keep it a secret. We'd like to keep our marriage private." "Marriage!?" "Poppy! Promise me!" "Okay, okay I promise." "It's Severus." "What!?" "Keep your voice down will ya! Someone could be walking by." Poppy sighs, "Damnit, I owe Minerva and Pomona 10 galleons." "Excuse me? What do you mean you owe them galleons!?" "Um… well me, Albus, Minnie, Fillius, Hagrid, and Pomona bet on whether you and Severus would end up together. Minnie and Pomona said you would and the rest of us said you wouldn't. We were clearly wrong."

"Poppy!" A voice calls from the entrance to the hospital wing. Poppy turns around to find Minerva with a puzzled expression on her face. Minerva glances at my tear-stained face and then the test in Poppy's hand. "Y/n, are you alright?" "Never better, Minnie." Minerva walks over and takes the test from Poppy's hand. "Y/n, you're pregnant?! Who's the father? When did this happen?" "Minnie!" "What! I'm just curious!" "Okay, first off the father is Sev," she gasps and I roll my eyes, "Second, I know you guys bet on us." She laughs nervously. "No hard feelings, right?" I sigh and shake my head. "No hard feelings," she lets out a breath and laughs nervously, "But I want 20%."

"Y/nnn," she whines "Pleaseee don't do this" "Hand it over girl." I giggle as she pouts her lip but hands me some money from her pocket. "Thank you." I place the money in my back pocket as well as the test Minerva handed back to me. "When are you going to tell Severus?" Poppy asks as the three of us walk toward the entrance to the wing. My face falls slightly as I fidget with my fingers. "Probably after dinner," I whisper nervously. "Don't be nervous! Everything will be fine!" Minerva says as she pulls me into a motherly embrace. I sigh and hug her back. "Thank you, Minnie." "I should probably get going. My next class starts soon," I glance down at my watch. "I'll see you two at dinner." "Good luck, Y/n!" They say as I make my way back to my classroom.

**Dinner**

I head to the Great Hall and enter through the large doors. Walking up to the broad table at the far end of the hall taking a seat next to Severus. "Hello, love," I whisper. A smile appears on his face as he gives me a quick glance. I hear giggling and glance to my left to see Minerva and Poppy smirking at me. I roll my eyes as I place some food on my plate. "So, how was your day, Severus?" Severus gives me a confused look as he side-eyes the girls. "The usual. Gave Potter a detention this evening" I nod not really paying attention to what he is saying, "Severus, I was wondering if I could speak to you after dinner. It's urgent." His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he nods.

Once dinner is finished Severus stands up and heads towards his office. I watch him as he goes and feel my body heat up from the nerves. "So, have you told him yet?" A voice asks from behind me. I jump and let out a small squeal. "Minnie! What the bloody hell!" "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I was just curious." "No. I haven't told him yet. I'm going to go tell him right now." "Okay! Good luck, Y/n!" I nod as I stand up and begin walking to his office. "You better name it after me!" She calls. I laugh and answer back, "You wish!" A few students and staff members who are still present in the hall exchange glances with each other as they stare at me and Minerva.

I begin heading down the stairs toward the dungeons. The cold atmosphere making me shiver. I reach the door to Sev's office and softly tap my knuckles against the dark wood. "Severus?" "Enter." Says the cold monotone voice of my dear husband. I open the door leaving it slightly ajar and am met with the familiar smell of parchment and books. I glance up to see my husband sitting at his desk with a quill in hand and papers scattered on his desk. His cold eyes meet mine but soften instantly. "Hey, love. You wanted to talk about something?" I nod. He pushes his chair back and pats his lap. "Come."

I walk over and straddle him my hands moving to play with his hair. (Something he will never admit to liking out loud.) He moves his hands to draw small circles on my thighs. "Speak." "Well, I went to see Poppy this morning and-" "What? Why? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asks as he caresses my cheek. "Sev! Let me finish," He sighs, "Go on." "To answer your question I'm perfectly fine. I just haven't um… well… I haven't gotten my period for almost three weeks. I just got worried so I went to Poppy," He raises his eyebrows slightly but doesn't interrupt. "I asked her for a test and she gave me one," I reach into my back pocket and pull out the test handing it to him.

He takes the test from my hands and turns it around to stare at the pink word against the small screen. "You're… You're pregnant?" He whispers as he looks up at me. I nod as tears fill my eyes. He pulls me into a tight hug as he kisses my head. "I can't believe it… we're gonna have a baby." I look up at his shocked face and giggle as we pull apart. "Is that why Minerva and Poppy were acting weird?" I lay my head on his shoulder. "Yeah. They both found out about us this morning. Did you know they placed a bet on us?" "They did, did they," he says as he kisses my forehead and begins running his fingers through my hair. "As much as I would love to hold you for the rest of the evening… Mr. Potter has a detention… and should be arriving soon." I sigh and get off his lap as he stands up and pulls me into his chest. "I love you, darling, I'll come see you tonight." He leans down for a loving kiss. I smile and walk over to the door as he sits back down at his desk. "Love you!" I say as I begin to make my way back to my chambers.

Unbeknownst to both of us Harry had been listening through the crack in the door and knew everything. He wouldn't tell anyone, right?

It's the bloody dungeon bat for crying out loud!

Of course, he would!

Breakfast should be interesting tomorrow…

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thegryffindorprincess · 4 years

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Two In A Bed//Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: Holy Cow I’ve finally reached 100 followers wow! Firstly, thank you! Secondly, I’ve promised myself I’m gonna post at least three days a week from now on, so feel free to send any requests you have my way! Enjoy this little cliche piece of ‘two exes have to share a bed’.

Set: Post War

Word Count: 1,550

Warnings: swearing, drinking, sexual tension, SMUT

Y/N Y/L/N dragged her black suit case behind her as she climbed the stone steps to the grand country hotel that towered in front of her. She hovered at the door, pausing to check her apperance in the glass before pushing them open. The grand hallway was decorated in silver and green- very Pansy she thought to herself as she wandered over to the check-in desk.

“Hi, I’m a guest at Pansy and Theo’s wedding tomorrow?” The bored teenage wizard behind the desk flicked through the parchment guest list and once Y/N had told him her name, he handed her a small silver key; room three hundred and two. Making her way up the stairs, struggling a little with her suitcase, her mind began to wonder whether Draco would be attending. Since she moved to America for work, she’d heard nothing from her ex and was even slightly surprised to have been invited to Pansy’s wedding. When she reached her room, Y/N struggled with the lock before finally unlocking the door and throwing it open. As she lugged her suitcase in, eyes to the ground, she was shocked when her body hit into a much taller one.

“What a pleasant surprise Y/L/N.” God, his voice was so smooth, Cheeks flushed red, Y/N met Draco’s bright, blue eyes, taking in his appearance. He hadn’t changed much, he was still tall, pale and well dressed.

“What are you doing in my room?” Was the only thing Y/N could mumble as she attempted to avoid his fixed gaze.

“My room, you mean.” Y/N huffed before showing him her key only to find out he was holding up an identical one.

“There must be some mistake, we can’t share this room,” Y/N began to pace, “Merlin’s sake it’s only got one bed.” Draco laughed at her a little.

“It’s not ideal for me either darling, Pansy didn’t want my wife here and now has me sharing a bed with another women.” He suddenly stood, gently sliding his feet into his shoes, “I’ll go and sort it out.”

Y/N watched as he left, sitting down on the bed, raking her hands through her hair. She heard the door open and instead of seeing Draco, Pansy stood at the door, face contorted in a sneaky smile.

“If this wasn’t your wedding, I would kill you.” Y/N warned as Pansy walked over to join her on the bed, Pansy giggling quietly.

“I couldn’t help myself, you’re just still in love with eachother and I wanted to help.” She smirked. Y/N shot her a dangerous scowl, which Pansy rolled her eyes at.

“He’s married Pans, for fuck sake.”

“Yeah, an arranged, loveless marriage.” The words left her mouth, causing Y/N’s jaw to drop to the floor, Draco entered, causing the two of them to quickly regain composure. He announced that the wizard at the desk had instructed him to talk to Pansy about his room problem.

“Sorry Drakey, there’s no rooms left,” Pansy said slyly before making her way to the door, “so you two will just have to be very grown-up and share.” With that, she left, giving Y/N a small wink as she closed the door.

Draco and Y/N sat in silence for a while before either of them decided to speak. Then they launched into deep conversation, talking about her travels, his work, their lives and it felt as if they’d never lost contact. Draco didn’t mention Astoria once. When dinner time rolled around, Draco got ready first, letting Y/N have the bathroom for as long as she needed. When she stepped out in her knee length green dress, Draco was unsure on where to look. Instead, he simply let Y/N take his arm as he led her to the dining hall to meet the other guests. The dinner was spectacular, Y/N wondered how much the whole thing had cost Theo’s parents. The alcohol was effectively unlimited and before long Y/N was beginning to feel a little dizzy. As guests began leaving, she attempted to stand, swaying on the balls of her feet. Draco ran to her rescue, one of his strong arms sweeping around her waist to help her up the stairs. When they reached their room, he helped her in, leaving her to stand while he fetched her water.

“I’m going to get undressed now.” Y/N announced, half shouting, swaying in her seat as she sat down on the bed. “Don’t look freak.” Draco threw his arms up in mock innocence before turning around to face the wall while she took off her dress. “You can look now.” He turned back to look at her and audibly sighed when he saw her in just her underwear. “Liking what you see Malfoy.” Y/N teased. She stood and before she could stop herself she was standing in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leant in, closing the gap between them. Draco’s hands found her waist and he pulled her into him, returning her kiss with twice the passion. Then all of a sudden, he pulled back, pushing her from him gently.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” He whispered. He silently gathered his stuff from the room and sent her a sympathetic look. “I’m married.” Y/N watched him stuff his suitcase, still standing, saying nothing. Draco strode to the door, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he opened the door to leave he turned on his heal to look back at her. “I can’t fall in love with you again.” And with that, he left.

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Y/N awoke to gentle rays of winter sunshine peaking through the gap in the curtains. She groaned as she remembered last night and realised her head was pounding relentlessly. Y/N stretched out in the kingsize bed before rolling over to look at the time. Eleven AM- shit. The wedding started in half an hour. She quickly jumped from the bed, sprinting around the room, perfecting her makeup, curling her hair and squeezing into her silver dress. She was finished just in time and sprinted down the hotel stairs and into the grand hall, throwing herself onto her seat.

“Rough night last night Y/L/N?” Blaise teased as she let out a deep breath.

“Fuck off Zabini.” She spat, he let out a chuckle. The wedding was beautiful, Pansy’s dress was stunning, the ceremony emotional and the wedding dinner as immaculate as the night before. Y/N barely drunk today though, regretting her actions last night. Draco was a no show to any part in the wedding, which left Y/N with a pit in her stomach, knowing he’d gone back to his wife. She left the wedding disco early, before anyone else, making her way back to her room at only eleven at night. As she flounced down her bed there was a soft knock on the door.

“Go away Pansy.” Y/N yelled. The door opened anyway, causing her to groan.

“Not Pansy.” Draco appeared at the foot of the bed, causing Y/N to sit bolt upright. He nervously played with the family ring that snaked around his pale finger. “My wife’s fucking her boss.” He sat down next to her.

“Oh,” Y/N sighed, “I’m sorry Dray...”

“I’m not.” Draco suddenly turned towards her, placing his hand on her thigh, making her gasp a little. “It means I can do what I wanted to do yesterday.” With that he pulled her into him by her jaw, causing Y/N to release a shaky moan. “I’m going to file for a divorce,” He whispered while placing sloppy kisses onto her neck, “not that I ever loved her.” He swiftly fell to his knees, using a firm hand to part Y/N’s legs. “Fuck.” Y/N watched as Draco rolled and buttoned his shirt sleeves, showing off his forearm, the dark mark poking dangerously under the sleeve. With that he pulled Y/N towards him, nestling his head between her legs, dragging his ring finger over her clothed slit. She moaned again quietly, watching his every movement.

“Are you sure you want this angel?” He asked, suddenly softly.

“Yes. Draco I-” He suddenly moved her panties to the side before pushing his face against her pussy. He began to eat out so slow and sensually, Y/N felt like she was going to explode. Draco ate her until her legs began to shake, letting her cum on his face. Then he twisted her round, arching her back with his hands. His pale hand came down onto her ass with a smack before he teased her entrance with his tip.

“Fuck me Draco, please.” Y/N moaned quietly. Draco needed no more motivation, pushing his entire length into her, causing her to writhe beneath him. He began to pound into her at a ridiculous pace, not giving Y/N time to think. Draco’s hand came down to grab her hair into his fist, pulling her neck back so that their eyes met.

“Sorry princess, I just want to see your face when I cum in you.” With that Y/N’s legs gave way once more, her mouth screaming his name along with many profanities. With a few more thrusts, Draco came inside of her with a groan, pulling out and inspecting his work. Then, he leant down, placing a tender kiss to her forehead.

“I should’ve never left.”

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moonstomars · 3 years

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De you have headcanons of Kiane on their wedding day?

HELLO ANON! Thank you for the ask!

Oh of course I have headcanons … I think I’ve written some down already but I’m always happy to write more about them!

Even though King and Diane would like to marry as soon as possible, it takes time to organize the wedding. Both because the war is just over and their clans need time to readjust and because King wants their wedding to be perfect.

They also struggle a little to explain the concept of marriage to their clans.

The Fairies are still very confused about it but they generally like Diane and support their king 100%. Besides, it’s a good excuse to celebrate.

With the Giants, it’s … harder. I doubt they would all accept Diane as their queen right away and her will to merge their clan with the Fairies. So Diane probably has to work hard on having her people accept her and change their way of life and she also has to explain to them that she is going to marry no matter their opinion about it.

In the meanwhile, King supports her in everything and organizes the wedding.

I like to think that he made her wedding dress! Diane didn’t let him see her wearing it before the wedding because Elizabeth told her it wasn’t supposed to happen, and this made things a little more complicated, but eventually, King managed to do a wonderful job!

(And he kinds of paralyzes when he sees her wearing it for the first time and then gets very very emotional … he just can’t believe she is marrying him okay?)

They marry in the Fairy King’s Forest and invite all their friends so in the end the Forest is filled with people from all the Clans. (And Zeldris and Gelda would totally be invited too)

King works very hard to make sure that the ceremony will be perfect. He decorates entire clearings, makes flowers grow everywhere for the occasion, takes care of the music … he is totally freaking out. Gerheade tries her best to help him with it. She isn’t sure why he would want to follow a human tradition, but she truly wants him to be happy.

Diane is a little more chill about the ceremony because what really matters for her is that she and King are going to marry. She appreciates a lot the fact that King wants it to be the perfect wedding, but she would be fine anyway. She helps King decorating the Forest with her powers anyway!

Ban cooks of course, and even though he constantly bullies King because he is way too nervous and is going crazy about the whole thing, he works hard on making good food for Fairies, Humans and Giants. He also makes the biggest cake ever.

Meliodas brings alcohol! And also moral support and advice.

I think that even though both Meliodas and Ban would tease King all the time about the wedding and about how hard he is working on it, they would also reassure him about it. They know how much he cares about it and are going to help him keeping his shit together.

Gowther is also there to help! He read everything about weddings to be useful and is also always ready to give super blunt opinions on things when he is asked to. He also really wants King and Diane to be happy and wants to help as much as he can.

I … think that King and Diane at least thought about inviting Merlin, especially Diane. I like to think that they talked with Meliodas and Elizabeth about this first to see if they would be okay with it and then tried to reach for her. Honestly, before the last chapters of nnt, I always imagined Merlin taking part in the wedding, but as things are now, I’m not sure she would do that even if they invited her.

Anyway, before the wedding day, Ban, Meliodas and Gowther (plus the Holy Knights) totally organize a bachelor party for King. King wouldn’t want to do it actually, he is too busy being stressed as hell, but they force him.

As was to be expected, it’s crazy.

Later, when Diane asks him how it went, he refuses to talk about it. He will never speak of it again. The other Sins may tease him about it once in a while.

In the meanwhile, Diane had a super fun girls night with Elizabeth, Elaine, Matrona, Guila, Jericho …

And then, there’s the wedding! Finally!

Diane gets ready with the help of Elizabeth, Matrona and Elaine. She is a bit nervous and needs some reassurance but she is also very excited.

King is super nervous the whole time. He literally can’t believe this is happening and is constantly on the verge of freaking out. Ban has to physically stops him from flying away to check that everything is in order.

I’m not sure who would be able to legally perform the ceremony in Britannia. I guess it would make sense for Bartra to do it, but I’m also like the idea of Gerheade marrying them.

King is almost shaking while he waits for Diane, but the moments he sees her walking towards him he just stops. He can’t do anything else but staring at her, and that’s when it really hits him that they are really getting married, that they made it, finally.

And that’s when he starts crying. He keeps crying throughout the whole ceremony.

Diane is getting emotional as well but she tries very hard not to cry until the end. King isn’t making things easier.

(By the way, I think that Diane married giant size … King is completely fine with it anyway)

Also I love the idea that King and Diane made each other wedding ring using their powers!

When she can finally kiss him, Diane grabs King and smooches his face again and again because she is just so happy.

They have a lovely wedding party! It’s a great occasion to see people from all the clans getting along and having fun together!

Ban and Meliodas give at least one hilarious speech and augurate King and Diane the best for the wedding night. King is super embarrassed but he is too happy to do anything about it and Diane just finds it fun!

The party lasts a very long time because Giants and Fairies have a very weird sense of time. It would last longer if it wasn’t for the Humans reminding them about time passing.

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mildly-insane-bowties · 3 years

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I don't really have random thoughts to ask you, but take this as permission to vent / ramble about something!

Dude first of all thank you so so much, second of all this came at the PERFECT TIME okay so I've just started watching Supernatural(I KNOW I KNOW) and first off i decided to skip the first three seasons(which might not have been the best choice but hey, I'm a Cas fan), so I'm on season four and. Holy shit? Holy shit?????? I just watched Season four episode three and it was so freaking good, like it had shipping material and stuff but just OVERALL it was such an amazing episode and I'm just. shaken. The way Mary is comforting John and then Cas shows up and comforts Dean? When Mary tells Dean she doesn't want her kids to be hunters?? And then he tells her not to get out of bed November 2nd 1983 because he knows she's gonna die???????? I am feeling emotions and also I'm laughing because to explain it to my mom I told her it's better than any episode of Merlin and she just said that's a given.

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anonniemousefics · 4 years

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Make This Weird

Fandom: Carry On/Wayward Son | Simon Snow + Baz Pitch

Word Count: 2,111

Rating: Teen and Up

Synopsis: Set in the unwritten in between of books 1 and 2 - Simon and Baz have the flat to themselves while Penny's studying at the library.

(It’s been barely a week since I finished Wayward Son, and I literally could not. I cannot recommend these books enough.)

BAZ

Ugh. Aleister Crowley. This fucking rain.

I pull the hood of my navy blue macintosh up over my head, hunching my shoulders like that’s going to do any good. I’m going to be proper drenched by the time I get to Simon and Bunce’s flat, there’s no way around it now.

The deluge dumps in sheets by the time I make a huddled dash for the front door of their building. Maybe I should have stashed our curry takeaway under my jacket. I hope it’s not wet and ruined, because Simon definitely needs to eat (he always needs to eat) and I’m definitely not going back out in this.

I ring the buzzer for their flat, and Simon (I’m assuming) buzzes me in.

“Holy shit,” Simon says when he sees me dripping onto their welcome mat. I probably look like a cat that’s just been drug out of a stream. But it’s cute when he swears like a Normal, so I grin back and hold our takeaway bags aloft in victory. Because the thing is, I’d do a whole lot more than stand out in the rain for him. I’d battle a fucking hurricane if it came right down to it.

Not that he knows that. I think I’d probably really freak him out if I said it. Affection can be a tricky thing with Simon Snow. Sometimes he’s like a starving man, desperate and devouring and all-consuming. Other times he’s like one of those scared animal shelter rescue puppies you have to coax out of the corner with a spoonful of peanut butter. (Sometimes literally. I’ve literally watched him eat peanut butter right from the jar with a spoon.) (And once without a spoon at all. I know. My boyfriend’s gross.) (Boyfriend. Simon Snow is my boyfriend.)

And it’s hard to know what you’re going to get on any given day.

I set the bags of takeaway containers on the kitchen counter while Simon fishes out forks from the drawer that tends to stick. It’s a small kitchen, and he has to curl in his massive red wings for us both to maneuver it safely. He’s in loose grey trackies and a dark green hoodie that makes his curly hair look more reddish – it’s been a minute since he’s had it cut, and the thick curls fall in his eyes sometimes. Like now. I want to push it back, see his eyes, probably kiss him until he’s not that scared rescue puppy anymore. But I know now that’s not how this works – not yet.

“Where’s Bunce?” I ask instead, and shrug off my macintosh to drape over a kitchen chair.

“She has a paper due Monday,” Simon says. “She’s went to the library to write.” He’s already eating straight out of a takeaway container, over the fucking sink. Honestly, it’s like he was raised in a barn.

“So I have you all to myself,” I smirk at him as I rake the rain-damp hair off my face. There’s an unmistakable spark of something in Simon’s eye when he shoots me a look up from his food, and it’s not rescue puppy-ish.

“I suppose you do,” he grins, and he leaves a quick peck on my lips as he shuffles out of the kitchen with his takeaway container.

Well, then.

I can’t help the stupid grin on my face he leaves in his wake. I’m such a hopeless case where Simon Snow is concerned. But at least I’m not fighting it anymore.

I plate my rice and my chicken tikka masala – like any decent human being should – and follow Simon into the little living room where he’s eating on their beat-up old sofa, stocking feet up on the coffee table. His red dragon wings are spread out wide over the rest of the cushions, his red devil tail draped over his lap. He’s watching some old episodes of Top Gear, and I think this is really all we need. Good food, fast cars, a little snogging. Nothing trying to kill us.

I really am living a charmed life.

“Push over,” I tell him, so I can sit in front of him on the floor, plate on the coffee table. This is the arrangement. He’s made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t mind when my fangs pop, maybe even thinks it’s cool, but I just can’t. I literally want to set myself on fire when he stares at my teeth. (Well, maybe not literally anymore.) (But I still hate it.)

So, we eat in front of the TV so there’s no awkward silence to fill. (I hate talking around my fangs. I sound like I have dentures.) I sit in front of him on the floor, and then I don’t feel compelled to cover my mouth with every bite.

It’s normal. Sort of. It’s normal enough, for now.

Today, when I sit cross-legged in front of the coffee table, he shifts behind me so that his legs are on either side of me. It’s cozy there. Like he’s a tree, and I’m sheltering under his limbs.

But it’s a different sort of feeling entirely when I feel him run his fingertip through the ends of my hair. My rain-damp, probably insanely matted hair. I’m seized with insecurity and run my own hand back through it again. Merlin. Should’ve checked a mirror. He’s probably going to laugh at it any second.

“Christ, Baz,” he swears instead. “It ought to be criminal for hair to look that good after it’s been rained on.”

Really? I raise my eyebrows. Now I definitely want to check a mirror. This must be my lucky day.

“Thanks,” I mutter around my fangs, mouth full of chicken tikka.

And fuck he does it again. His fingers lace through the ends of my hair, brushing against the back of my neck. It’s impossible to suppress the shiver that follows, and it makes Simon chuckle.

“Sorry.” He’s apologetic even in his amusement.

“Don’t be,” I say, and I cover my mouth so I can turn to look at him. So he can see my sincerity. “It’s nice,” I insist.

Which is a bit of an understatement. Because he’s Simon Snow, and he’s my boyfriend who thinks my hair looks so criminally good, he must touch it. It isn’t nice. It’s fucking incredible. It’s making my dead heart beat erratically.

That’s only the beginning. I turn back to my plate of food, and then, unexpectedly, Simon leans forward and rakes his fingers against my scalp. It catches the breath in my throat. And my eyes stutter shut. My neck feels like its going to go limp. He pushes his hand through one way, watching as the strands slip through his fingers slowly. Then he does the same thing the other direction.

I have to be going red in the face. (I did just drain a rabbit a half hour ago.) No one’s ever touched me this way before. Ever. I mean, maybe a barber now and then, strictly professionally. But no one’s ever just enjoyed my hair. (Well, I do, if I’m being honest.) (Why else does one grow out their hair?) (But I thought I’d be the only one.)

Simon’s definitely noticing the effect he’s having on me. I haven’t opened my eyes yet, but I can feel the way he’s craning his neck to get a look at me, can feel his warmth behind me, so I shield my mouth with my hand again. I mean, Merlin and Morgana, I’m right in the middle of eating. He has the worst mealtime manners of any person alive.

Although, at the moment, I really, really don’t care.

“Feels nice, does it?” Simon asks, and I can hear the impish smile on his face. He does so enjoy undoing me. (I do so enjoy being undone, so it works out.)

“Mhmm,” is all I can mumble behind my hand.

And then he shoves his hands up the base of my scalp, gathering up all of my hair in his fist. Oh, Crowley, I will not moan. I will not make this weird.

SIMON

Am I making this weird?

I just –

Baz has, objectively, perfect hair. Ask anyone. (I’m pretty sure Penny would agree.) It’s dark and thick and shiny, and it falls around his face just so. I’ve definitely thought it for ages, even when I was sure we’d end up killing each other. (I’d just resigned myself to the fact that he was going to die with much better looking hair than me.)

Now I don’t just have to look at it. I can inspect it. I can marvel at it. And it’s full of his scent – all cedar and bergamot – when I hold it off his neck.

He seems to be enjoying it immensely, how my hands feel in his hair, so I don’t think I’m making it weird. And the scent of him hits me with a kick in the gut, full of memories and longing, and I’m drawn closer to him.

He draws in a deep breath – I can see how it darkens the hollow at the base of his throat. I don’t feel particularly hungry anymore. (Which ordinarily is cause for concern.)

With his hair gathered in my fist near his scalp, I tug him gently to the right. Baring the side of his neck to me. His lips slightly part just in time for me to spot the tips of his fangs retracting sharply, and he’s quick to pull his lips closed over them.

Eh. I bet I can make him gasp again.

And I do when I press my mouth against the bared curve of his neck. He’s so cold against my lips. (I used to burn hot enough for the both of us.) He draws in a quick breath when I do it again. And raises a hand to lightly cup the side of my head, holding me close. Slowly, he cards his cold fingers into my curls, and I trail my lips up to his jaw. Up to the lobe of his ear. Every inch smells like forest and rain.

“Simon…” he breathes.

I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder if he can hear how my heart is pounding.

BAZ

Aleister fucking Crowley.

I will sell whatever is left of my soul if it means Simon Snow will keep kissing me like this.

SIMON

I keep kissing him.

It’s really hard to stop once you start. (Especially when he’s sort of melting against me.) (Seriously, oh my God, could he be any more delicious?)

So, I just keep kissing him. The sharp edge of his jaw. The sandy stubble over his cheek. (He has to shave regularly now, and I’m really trying hard not to be jealous.)

But Baz catches himself as he starts to turn his face to meet my lips. He holds his damn hand over his mouth again.

This again? When will he get it? The fangs are wicked cool. I’m just going to kiss him until he gets it. I’m sliding off the cushions, turning him so I can crawl on top of him between the couch and the coffee table.

“Simon,” he says again, though, annoyingly, not in the same starved gasp I’m after. He’s saying it like he has something he wants to say. (It’s probably about his fangs.) (It’s always his about his fangs.) (Enough about the fangs already.)

“Shut up,” I insist. I’m straddling him, and Baz’s still got his hand over his mouth, the prat.

“My breath’s going to smell like curry!” he exclaims, looking a little wild-eyed as I’m hunched over him.

I can’t help it: I burst out laughing. It's just so unexpected - the absurdity of Baz Pitch worrying about what I'll think of him! The corners of his grey eyes crinkle up as the laugh becomes contagious. It means he’ll let me wrap my fingers around his wrist. Pull his hand away from his mouth.

“I love curry,” I reassure him, bending toward him. (And I really do.) And I cup his face in my hand and kiss him. I’ll kiss him until he sighs against my mouth and pulls at my shoulders. I’ll kiss him til he stops thinking about his fangs and his curry breath.

(Because curry isn’t the only thing I love.) (I’m gonna figure out how to tell him someday.) (I just don’t want to freak him out.)

BAZ

I’m going to pretend that, when he said “I love curry,” it was code for something else.

(Because it really seems – unless I’m delusional and I might be – that he meant me.)

(I hope he means me.)

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Tagging a few people who’ve requested to be tagged in all my things/I think would be down for some Snowbaz content (if I’m wrong and you’re like, “Shannon - I don’t know what this fandom is, what am I even reading?” then just let me know): @loveyatopluto, @raging-bisexual-alert, @ireallyshouldsleeprn, @annejulianneh111, @whosanxiety, @raeisgaeandahalf, @bookish-mind

#carry on #wayward son #fluff #fanfic #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow x baz pitch #simon x baz #boys in love #snowbaz fluff #rainbow rowell #fanfiction #one shot

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bellamyblakru · 3 years

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🥺👀 ✨✍️ ☕️ + Lysandra/Aelin friendship I adore them sm

CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE, you deserve them all and so many more my incredibly talented and amazing friend 💗

🥺- for my mutuals, ill talk about why i follow you and why everyone should be as well

oh jesus where do i start aksnaka. WHY DO I FOLLOW YOU? well, let me start at the beginning: me, a blog of about 25 followers, found aj’s blog (the og teaamfreewill) about a year and a half-ish ago and i immediately freaked out because this blog™️ loved everyone of my ships ??? and i was like holy shit hello?? it was so rare to find the 100, specifically bellarke and loving clarke griffin, spn, and malex😭 and i did the one thing i was terrified of doing: i sent an ASK. i know, crazy. i was reacquainting myself to tumblr at the time, after not being on it since eighth grade, since i wanted to yell about the 100 somewhere, and sending an ask is especially scary asf when you are frightened that everyone will find you annoying 😔 however, when i sent her like this essay of my gushing appreciation, she answered back an equally gushing appreciation in return. THEN we talked a bit and i helped convince her to get into merlin/merthur and i tried to not spoil it the whole time LOL and, well, the rest is history 🥺 i watched bellamy’s demise for her, and she watched the last episode of the 100 for me. we faced the spn ending, the tragedy that caos was, and so much more together. our all-nighters talks range from merlin meta, fic ideas, life, reading, impulsively making merthurweek (at 1am/6am), to sending pictures of wholesome animals—and i wouldnt want it any other way.

so, why should everyone else follow you, sassenach? because, to simply put it, you are incredible. you are one of the most talented people i know, and you are beautiful, inside and out. i feel like we’ve been friends all my life🥺.

i don’t know what i would’ve done without you aj, i appreciate you and adore you with my whole heart. thank you for being one of my best friends💞

👀 - and ill tell you a parallel from merlin or the 100 that still fucks me up

ah yes, parallels. here is one that truly fucks me up still by @ohbellamy

✨- ill name a blog i love and recommend!!!

omg @its-hyperfixation !!! i think you two would also get really along too🥺 we have so much in common and her blog is fucking amazing ✨

✍️ - give me a fandom and ill rec one of my favorite fics

ill give you a bellarke fic bc why not: Sanctuary by clarkesbell ( @clarkcsbellamy ). this fic gave me life for all 101,057 words alsnakak

☕️ + send me a ship/character/movie/book and ill give you my opinions on it

LYS AND AELIN. WHERE DO I BEGIN IN MY LOVE FOR THEM. dude..their friendship arc was fucking incredible. if you read assassin’s blade, their rivalry HURTS when the know how similar they are truthfully. the way arobynn used both of them was fucking disgusting and when they become friends, it is UNRIVALED. the sheer power of them as bffls is something so beautiful and wholesome and something they both deserved. they grew up within different circumstances, but both were smothered under no magic and being used as weapons—entirely different weapons, but both weapons nonetheless.

and man, the next book will further solidify your love for them. lys is perfect for aelin’s court and you couldn’t hope for a better choice 😭

so, tl;dr, i fucking love their friendship with my entire being.

#ashley answers #sassenachaj #ilysm aj😭💞#ashleycelebrates #long post #aelin galythinius #lysandra #bellarke #bellarke fic #bellarke rec #thank you queen🥺

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losingmymindtonight · 6 years

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Ooooh - you ask me for fluff??? Have you considered TONY AND PETER WATCHING MERLIN??????? All the way from the adorkable beginning to the angsty angsty end??? Bcs I'm betting Tony would have some jokes about Merlin keeping his secret about as well as Peter does. 😂😂

I was born to write this

Today is Merlin’s 10 year anniversary! I miss my dumb boys…

Merlin spoilers ahead!

Also this… might not make any sense at all if you haven’t watched Merlin? I couldn’t really help it.

“What’re we watching, again?”

Peter plopped down beside Tony and tucked himself into the man’s side, a maneuver perfected through countless days of practice. “It’s an old BBC show called Merlin.”

“And why are we watching it?”

“Because MJ told me that if I didn’t, she’d spoil the ending.” Peter blinked up at him innocently. Tony sort of hated that it wasn’t an act. The kid really was that pure. “And because you said we could binge watch whatever I wanted.”

He had said that, to be fair.

It was Peter’s spring break, and May was out of town. At May’s request, he’d happily volunteered to have the kid over for the week. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust Peter to be alone for that long, exactly…

Okay, actually, yeah. Neither he nor May trusted the kid to be alone for that long.

Could anyone blame them? He was a magnet for trouble. Tony was surprised Peter could walk five steps on the street without someone trying to detach his head from his body.

And so, in the name of what May called his “co-parental service hours,” Tony’s weekend would be spent watching a cancelled BBC show and living off of microwave popcorn and delivered pizzas.

He guessed that there were definitely worse things to be doing.

“So,” Peter maneuvered through the Netflix interface like it was a second skin. He tried not to be jealous, “give me a rundown. On what kind of journey are we about to embark?”

“It’s a show about Merlin-”

“Holy shit, I would’ve never guessed…”

“Hey!” Peter laughed, hovering the mouse over the first episode. “It’s like a ‘what if?’ story. What if Merlin and Arthur were the same age, and Merlin was Arthur’s servant instead of this wise old wizard? It’s supposed to be really good.”

I can’t wait. “Alright, kid. Let’s have at it.”

Peter hit play and tossed the remote onto the coffee table, leaning his head against the top of Tony’s chest as the first scene faded into view.

“No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, he must live and learn. And so it will be for the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot. A boy that will, in time, father the legend. His name: Merlin.”

And, damn it, Tony could already feel himself drawing the parallels between the gangly kid on the screen and the gangly kid curled up next to him.

Peter had no idea, did he? He couldn’t see the path that Tony saw winding further every day.

He had no idea that he was going to change the world.

He watched the Evil King character execute some random sorcerer with a weird taste in his mouth.

It felt too real, too present. Too close to what Tony imaged Ross would do to Peter if he ever got his hands on him…

He shook the thoughts away. No. This was supposed to be fun. They were binge watching a lighthearted show over the kid’s spring break. The occasion did not lend itself to thoughts like that.

He decided that he liked Gaius from the old physician’s very first scene. He voiced that thought to Peter, quietly, during a lull in the dialogue.

“Why?”

Tony shrugged. “He’s gonna suffer.”

Peter dropped his head back, craning his neck painfully, to stare up at his mentor with wide eyes. “He is?”

He chuckled, letting the sound release some of the tension from Peter’s gaze. “Of course he is. His job is to keep the reckless kid alive. It’s not easy, let me tell you.”

Peter hit Tony with a pillow, and the episode rolled on.

“Tell me, Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?”

A flare of protectiveness for his Peter-stand in flared in Tony’s chest.

He shifted Peter a little closer, as if protecting his kid would protect the one on the screen as well.

He decided all at once that he didn’t like Arthur. He didn’t like him even a little bit.

“He’s an asshole.”

Peter seemed unperturbed. He played with the cuff of Tony’s shirt lazily, eyes tracking the scene. “People can change, Mister Stark. You did, didn’t you?” The kid smiled his special, unburdened smile. “Give him a chance.”

It occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he hated Arthur because the prince reminded him of an outdated version of himself.

Young, brazen, self-centered, cruel. Blind to the ways his actions could hurt and maim and kill. Following doggedly in the over-sized footsteps his father left. Driven by false arrogance, one-size-fits-all ideals, and overwhelming bitterness on his tongue.

He sighed. “Sure, kid. I’ll give Prince Asshole a chance.”

As it turned out, his forced sympathy for Arthur his deadbeat dad was a lot harder to hold onto than he thought it might be.

This Merlin character really knew how to look like a kicked puppy.

“I’m not a monster, am I?”

“Don’t ever think that.”

Tony tightened his grip around Peter’s back at the same moment the teenager shifted to cling tighter.

He wanted to tell the kid that Gaius was right, and that Prince Asshole was wrong. He wanted to tell him that Merlin wasn’t a monster. That nobody could help who they were, and that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.

He wanted to tell Peter that he wasn’t a monster, a freak, a mistake. He wanted to make sure he knew that Tony would tear down anyone who said otherwise.

Instead, he just smoothed a hand through Peter’s bangs and hoped he could feel it through the solidity of their half-embrace.

“If you can’t tell me, no one can.”

The first season fell away along with the daylight.

He watched Merlin, who he had to repetitively remind himself was not Peter, stumble through a million different mistakes. He watched him drink some poison (stupid), harbor some fugitive child right under the Evil King’s nose (stupid), and offer up his life in exchange for Prince Asshole’s (stupidstupidstupid).

It felt like every turn the character took made him want to smash his head into the nearest wall. Repetitively.

(On the other hand, Prince Asshole was slowly, and painfully, growing on him. Not that he was ready to admit that to Peter, of course.)

The final episode of the season faded into credits, and Tony wordlessly flicked off the TV.

“Hey.” The kid’s protest might have held more weight if his eyes weren’t closed and the words weren’t soft with sleepiness. “One more.”

Tony made sure to keep his voice low and soothing, carding his fingers through the kid’s mess of curls. “You won’t even concentrate on it.”

“Will too.”

“Oh?” He turned the screen back on, slyly lowering the volume and hitting play on the next episode. “Okay then, buddy. Whatever you say.”

Peter’s breaths had evened out before the opening sequence could finish.

That night, Tony decided that sleeping on the couch was way underrated.

There wasn’t even a question of what they’d be doing the next morning. He sent Peter wordlessly to shower, ordered a couple of pizzas, and hit play the moment that the kid was re-situated on the couch, wet curls soaking into the front of his t-shirt.

At some point in the middle of the season, during an episode about a witchfinder, he let out an involuntary groan.

It was almost like this kid didn’t want to keep his magic a secret. At the very least, it seemed like he jumped at nearly every opportunity to reveal himself.

Peter flickered his eyes away from the screen and gave Tony a questioning look. “What?”

He rolled his eyes. “Merlin’s about as good at keeping his secret as you are at keeping yours.”

“That’s not true!” Peter’s glare just made him look younger. Tony nearly laughed at the way his face scrunched up. “Barely anybody knows I’m Spider-Man!”

“I figured it out, kid.”

“You’re you-”

“Ned.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know he was-”

“MJ.”

“She’s terrifyingly observant-”

“May.”

“She walked in on me!”

“Sure thing, kiddo.” Tony ruffled his hair playfully. “Why don’t you just shout it from the rooftops, huh? Might be a little more efficient, that way.”

Peter blinked, then huffed, physically turning away from Tony and fixing his eyes back on the screen. It was a clear dismissal, despite the fact that didn’t move away from the warmth of his mentor’s side.

The second season’s finale went to credits, and Peter stalled Tony’s hand before he could switch off the TV.

“C’mon, Mister Stark! We could totally watch the next season! It’ll only take, like, a few more hours.”

“Your idea of ‘a few more hours’ is actually about 8 hours, kiddo.”

“And?”

“You need sleep.”

“We’ve stayed up later in the lab.”

“On accident.”

“So?”

He tried his best to mimic May’s I am an adult and you will listen to me voice. “No, Peter.”

He kid blinked up at him imploringly. “Please.”

(The third season was good.)

They watched the two part series finale on Tuesday morning.

And, frankly, Tony wasn’t sure what he’d expected. But it sure as hell wasn’t… that.

“Just, just, just… just hold me. Please.”

Peter curled himself around Tony with a little whine. He rubbed the kid’s back comfortingly, gaze still transfixed on the screen. “No. He’s not supposed to die, Mister Stark. He’s supposed to live. He’s-He’s the Once and Future King. What about Albion? What about Merlin?”

He wondered if he could sue the BBC for making his kid cry.

“There’s something I want to say…”

“You’re not going to say goodbye.”

“No. Merlin. Everything you’ve done. I know now. For me, for Camelot. For the kingdom you helped me build…”

“You’d have done it without me.”

“Maybe. I want to say… something I’ve never said to you before. Thank you.”

He watched the character die with a weird feeling in his chest.

He’d never been one for sentiment in general, and certainly not for fictional characters. But… something about Merlin and Arthur had made him think of Peter and himself.

Peter’s voice was small. “Merlin would’ve trade places with him.”

Tony’s answer came so quickly that it surprised him. “Arthur would never want him to.”

You ever try trading places with me, kid, and I’ll kill you my damn self.

“But what’s the point?” There were undercurrents to Peter’s tone that told Tony they weren’t just talking about the show anymore. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one drawing parallels. “If I were Merlin, I’d rather die than live without Arthur.”

He tried not to hear the implicit I’d rather die than live without you in the kid’s words.

“Someone always dies first, kiddo. That’s just life.”

Peter buried his face into Tony’s shirt, sniffling a little. “Yeah, well, I don’t like it.”

He set a gentle hand on the back of his head, shielding him from the screen, the daylight, the world.

“I don’t like this ending, either.”

Tony took a deep breath, focusing on the way his ribs pressed into Peter’s at the apex. “If it makes you feel any better, kiddo, neither do I.”

He’d pondered his death a lot. Once, he’d thought towards it with a perverted sense of lust.

But Pepper, Rhodey, Peter had changed that. Now, he just felt a peaceful acceptance. He wouldn’t go rushing to his grave but, when the time came, he couldn’t see himself reeling against it, either.

But for the first time, he thought about Peter.

If everything went the way it naturally should, he would die long before the kid.

He’d get to die, and Peter would have to keep living.

His parents’ deaths still left a hollow ache in his chest. He missed his mother with every single breath.

Is that what he’d be doing to Peter, when he died? Leaving him damaged irreparably? Dooming him to a life of sewing up his tattered grief?

He swallowed, hard, and shook his head.

Peter would be okay, because he’d prepare Peter. He’d give him everything he needed to do more than just survive once he and May were both gone.

He was going to make sure Peter thrived.

And he’d do everything he could not to leave the kid like Arthur left Merlin, or like his mother left him. Not violently, not suddenly, not in the heart of some blood-stained tragedy.

He’d linger, if he could. He’d grow old (something he used to shudder at the thought of). He’d give the kid’s kids too much sugar and poke him with his cane and complain about the technology Peter would incorporate into his newest invention to shroud the pride.

As he watched the final credits role over the dark screen, Tony Stark decided that he hated tragedies.

He also decided that he wouldn’t let his own life become one.

#irondad fluff fest #merlin owns my soul #happy anniversary to my two special bois #and my og fandom #merlin spoilers #irondad #spiderson #tony & peter #tony stark #peter parker #losingmymindtonight writes

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noscorpsaladerive · 5 years

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LRA Korea Write Up!!! This is so freaking long and rambly and fangirly but here we go

So obviously spoiler alert, I’ll mark the appropriate parts with trigger warnings, and also I don’t speak any Korean so obviously I missed a lot of stuff

Okay so first off the theater and stage itself were pretty damn small especially in comparison to the 4000 seat Palais des Congrès in Paris but they def made that stage work for them. The back of the stage was curved in and had steps going all the way around, a screen above the steps with projections, etc, and a couple of entrances for actors. They had some minimal set pieces, but the coolest part was the like celestial pattern they had on these giant moving screens that they used for a curtain as well as for backdrops for some of the scenes. Tbh the costumes weren’t like mind blowing like you could tell they didn’t have the biggest budget but they worked and none were so ugly or awful that it took me out of the story.

So the show starts in a similar way with Merlin and the Dragon, but it was really cool bc the part (i assume at least) where the Dragon mentions the king’s son Arthur pops up at the top of the steps! As the knights are slowly appearing for the tournament and start fighting, Arthur actually sings part of Je me relève??? Which imo is brilliant???? Anyways it gets down to just Meleagant and as he goes up to try and pull Excalibur from the stone, he sings part of Un Nouveau Départ which is also brilliant???? This production did a great job of establishing and maintaining musical themes for characters and i was living for it.

Anyways Arthur does the thing and yay he’s king now but wait side note Han Jisang who played Arthur was SO FUCKING GOOD. Like he captured Arthur’s transition from a boyish squire to a grown ass adult king so beautifully and wonderfully it was truly incredible.

Okay so now it’s Advienne que pourra time and holy fuck. Holy f u c k. Kang Hongseok was the perfect Meleagant. I’d link it but I’m on mobile but you can see his Advienne que pourra in the King Arthur press call around the nine minute mark and he just fucking k i l l s it. Also there were no sword dicks in the choreography so it’s automatically better. And the projection1!!! They had a sun up from the beginning bc the Dragon had appeared in the sun but it was still up for Meleagant but then during the bridge it’s eclipsed by the moon and it’s like ooooo symbolism for Meleagant’s feelings~~~

Side note i really really really loved the staging of this like so much of it made soooo much more sense than the french production and like I’m attached to the original because obvious reasons but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t‘ve been better.

The training scene with Gauvain was pretty similar as the original. Merlin introduces the stag and the wolf again, and ngl the dude who plays the wolf has very nice abs so good for him for being motivated to work out like that lol. Anyways i really liked the staging of Qui suis-je because Arthur still has his existential crisis but Merlin’s explanation of the Grail is less directed at him??? Like Arthur’s still on stage but he’s not listening and is working on training with Merlin’s brothers. So it’s much less “I know you’re having a hard time but look at this shiny thing!” Than the french one.

They took out the Danse des guerriers battle dance number music but they did still have a dance battle! At the top of the stairs they had Guenièvre and Léodagant being held prisoner by Méléagant and they showed Mélé like trying to be romantic ish with Guenièvre so establishing that connection was really nice. And Méléagant had a new song???? That was really short????? But i don’t think it matched any of the melodies of his other songs?????? I’m confused but intrigued.

Oooo what was really cool was how they did Arthur asking Meleagant to knight him. Like in the french one it’s tense but i really felt the tension among the characters tonight it was sooo great oh my god. But after Meleagant takes the sword, he sings a few lines of Advienne que pourra and then points the sword at Arthur’s neck and idk i just really liked it it was such a nice touch and maybe it was Hong Seok and the other actors reacting to him but there was a true sense of holy fuck no one knows what he’s gonna do next and Arthur had this look on his face like I’m prepared to die if this is my time and ugh i love them all so much ;alkdjfa;dk

Okay next is Rêver l’impossible. I liked our Guenièvre but I’d have to see her again to have a more detailed opinion of her lol. I really loved this scene because one no pregnant handmaidens and two Arthur was being really cute and acting all in love with her and it was adorable and I love it. Quelque chose de magique was more of the same like Han Jisang fucking killed it as Arthur like he was such a dork in love and I loved it. And towards the end of the scene Méléagant walks on stage and looks at Guenièvre and Arthur and so you know he knows he’s lost Guinevere.

Un Nouveau Départ was great because Kang Hongseok is great and I love him. They did have the dancers do body rolls which i found very amusing for some reason idk why a;dlkfajd;lfksd Next was my one complaint about the show and it’s that there was no transition whatsoever between Un Nouveau Départ and Au diable but maybe they had Guenièvre do that lyrically??? Still some sort of musical interlude in between would’ve been nice. I did l o v e how they did the water for her arrival like she stood at the top of the stairs and they had blue fabric covering all the steps then they pulled it down as she started to walk down and the screen was doing these cool star projections and it was just so pretty.

RAPE TW for this next paragraph

Next was A l’enfant and Tu vas le payer. Nothing really changed story wise but our Leia was soooo good and was such a great dancer. And I noticed the lady playing the role of child Morgane in the story had such great expressions and body language and tbh the same can be said for the entire ensemble they were amazing. Anyways our Morgane was really amazing too her expressions were also soooo great and I’m running out of adjectives bc it’s three am a;ldkfjad;l but anyways the way things go down for these two songs is about the same in the french but the staging is different obviously like instead of the party scene it’s mostly Morgane jamming out with the ensemble then they roll Arthur and Guenièvre in on rolling platforms and then Morgane waves her arms bc magic and she does the same movements as Guenièvre so it looks like she’s controlling her which I thought was a cool way to do that. Afterwards Arthur is obviously very distraught but instead of Merlin being like “you have bigger problems your people are dying” Arthur runs off stage to (hopefully) process what just happened so i appreciate that there’s that moment instead of just rushing on to the next thing.

Next was Guenièvre’s garden and Lancelot’s arrival, which was really cute bc her handmaidens blindfold Kay and have him try to find one of them and he ends up in Lancelot’s arms ;aldkfjsdl;k. And the way Kay tries to protect Guinevere was so freaking cute he kept throwing his arms up to protect her and she kept pushing them down then his arms would pop back up it was so cute ;ladkjfadlk

Si je te promets goes down pretty much the same, but what’s interesting is afterwards Merlin shows up and is like hey your people are dying and that’s when they have Délivre-nous! They also had ensemble member solos instead of just one singer which i thought worked really well. And Arthur’s moving among them and he tries to reach out to help them as they fall dying and i just love the staging so much like from the very beginning with the dude who rushes in to tell Arthur Méléagant is holding Guenièvre and her father captive you can just tell Arthur is so concerned about caring for his people and i love him so much ;alkdjf;aldk

After that song ends Arthur’s like hey we gotta fix this shit so he creates the round table then goes into Je me relève!! Which was a lil creepy bc that’s the exact same idea i had in my own LRA rewrite and i was like fuck did they find my blog but it fucking works y’all!!!! And they end Act I on that song and ugh it’s so beautiful i love it

Act II starts out with Dors Morgane dors but it’s not about her mother’s rape anymore, we think she’s talking about her plans for Lancelot, Guenièvre, and Arthur but that is to be confirmed. They then show ARthur and Lancelot kicking ass and taking names which i liked that it showed Lancelot had buddies besides just crushing on Guinevere lol

Next was A nos vœux sacrés which holy shit y’all. Holy shit. Both actors are so freaking good and they both hit high notes at the end of the song and i died and went straight to heaven it was sooooo amazing ;alkdjfa;ldskjfas;d also they did not paint Méléagant up like a war boy they had this like branch like mask thing??? It looked really cool omg

Next Lancelot and Guinevere had a short scene that led into L’amour quel idiot and i loved this staging so much!!!! Like instead of having him sing at their faces after the wedding he’s downstage singing and longing for Guinevere while she and Arthur are standing at the top of the steps getting ready for the wedding and i just love it so much y’all

The wedding scene didn’t have a song but Morgane sung Ce que la vie a fait de moi afterwards and holy fuck y’all i freaking died and went to heaven every time this Morgane hit a high note she was soooooo good y’all. So fucking good.

I don’t really remember much about le Serment d’Arthur prob bc i know they changed things but language barrier so I’m not 100% sure how it changed rip

Faire comme si was good but I’m so attached to the french staging of that song i still miss it ;alkdfjsad; one thing that i really really loved and preferred in this one was Lancelot and Guinevere don’t really touch?? It’s just longing gazes and at one point they touch hands and Lancelot like freezes like oh fuck she’s touching me i can’t believe it but then Guinevere pulls her hand away and he just leaves his in the same spot for a second like he still can’t believe she touched his hand and ugh i loved it the lack of touching really upped the ante on the pining and it was sooo good a;ldfkjadfkl;

Next was another scene with Morgane and Méléagant where Méléagant starts out being all like you promised me!!! And then I *think* Morgane tells him something like be patient and explains her plan but once again Korean and changes so it’s mostly speculation

But y’all

Y’all

They had Morgane and Méléagant sing Mon combat

Like w h a t

But also y e s

I’m glad they didn’t just leave the song the way it is in the French version bc it doesn’t work very well where it is in the French one??? So I’m so happy they moved things around and tried to make things work better

Next up Merlin peaces out and Arthur????? Sings a slow reprise?????? Of Quelque chose de magique??????? No clue what he says in the lyrics but i thought it was an interesting melodic choice to bring back in the moment Arthur loses his mentor

So Guinevere gets kidnapped and Kay’s the one who actually realizes she’s gone and who took her but Arthur decides to go after her himself??? Then it switches to Lancelot who’s looking for the Grail and they kept the phrase Wake Up in English bless them but he doesn’t find Guinevere’s handkerchief until partway through the song and Niel (the kid playing Lancelot) was really great??? Like it was so much fun watching him as Lancelot ugh

I don’t remember why but Arthur then has a reprise of Si je te promets jury is still out on what he’s singing about but will keep you posted

Yoooo nos corps à la dérive man. So. Good. I’m so in love with Hong Seok’s Méléagant he’s so great and i just ;lakdjf;alkdjfd but the set was so cool they had like all these white ribbons??? That Guinevere was attached to??? Which sounds weird but it was like part spider web effect part almost shattered mirror effect???? That’s not explaining it well but it looked really cool and avant garde ish and there was a significantly fewer number of random creepy skeleton projections so i was here for it

Major difference tho Lancelot shows up ready to throw down except he gets his ass kicked and is seriously injured??? And Arthur shows up but he just listens at first so I think that’s when he really figures out what’s up between Lancelot and Guinevere but then Arthur steps in and kills Méléagant (who sings a reprise of Un Nouveau Départ before being carried off into the afterlife) (rip in peace). Arthur then leaves Guinevere and Lancelot alone while the latter dies and they sing a really sad reprise of L’amour quel idiot :(((( my son dying meant that Il est temps got cut but like they added soo many reprises and things it makes sense that they’d have to cut at least one song but still sad :(

Next Arthur talks with Morgane and I’m not entirely sure what was happening but it seemed like she was having a breakdown because of what happened and what she did to Arthur and Vanessa said that he said something like “Don’t turn into our mother” or something like that but she breaks down and spirits herself away while she and Arthur sing a reprise of Dors Morgane dors

Then it’s Tout est joué and Merlin is standing on the back of the steps while Arthur is in front of the closed screen so it was nice to have that kind of physical barrier present on stage to further emphasize that Merlin’s not gonna be helpful bc he’s now separated from Arthur rip

Next up was Auprès d’un autre which involved a lot less yelling and shit then the French version and holy shit Han Jisang fucking killed it (again) he was sooo great but Arthur lets Guenièvre go partway through the song and so the show ends with him by himself holding up Excalibur

At curtain call they sang some of Je me relève (i think) again and it was cute esp bc at the end everyone was holding a dramatic pose except Han Jisang was just quietly bopping and jamming to the instrumental outro by himself so everyone is dead still except Arthur who was just bopping along it was so cute ;alkdjf;alskdjf

Anyways it was amazing and they seemed to make changes to make the story make more sense which bless them for doing it but i loved it so much and i need to see it like a million more times it was so good a;ldskfjas;ldkfjads;lkfjasd;k

#ella writes text #la legende du roi arthur #la légende du roi arthur #lra korea #stagedooring shenanigans #ella sees lra

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Salient

Chapter Update! FFN and AO3

Two Chapters this week, because I'm a little obsessive about setting a precedent for chapter length in stories and keeping to it. I'm weird, I know. ;)

Chapter 4

Al had spent the rest of the day freaking out because he had a date with Ellie while also freaking out that he had to tell her how he'd sort of, basically, stalked her.

Craig had high-fived him when Al admitted he had a date with "the mystery girl" and then proceeded to tease him mercilessly. If Al hadn't owed Craig for the two weeks worth of notes he would have told him where he could stick it.

But now, checking over his perfectly clean flat - so he stress cleans, don't judge - Al was definitely stuck in the camp of freaking out because he needed to be honest with Ellie tonight. And he wouldn't blame her one bit if she freaked out at him. The more he thought about it the more ashamed of himself he felt.

He left for the restaurant feeling mildly sick.

Great.

Al made it to the restaurant just ahead of Ellie and he very nearly fainted from lack of oxygen after seeing her walk up.

Her hair cascaded down her back with a plait running through part of it, and for the first time, Al saw her in something other than her uniform. He realized her uniform had hidden her really, and seeing her in something that Dominique would call tres chic was jaw-dropping. He was suddenly very grateful he hadn't seen Ellie outside of work before now. There's no way he would have tried to approach her if she'd looked like this the first time he saw her.

"Your face leads me to believe that I clean up well enough."

Ellie slid her arm around his and Al immediately liked the way it made him want to stand a bit straighter.

"More than enough. Merlin, Ellie, you're gorgeous."

Ellie blushed but her smile was rather smug.

"You clean up nicely, yourself."

Al hoped that the dim light kept her from seeing his blush. "Should we go in?"

"Please," Ellie shivered against him. "I thought I dressed warm enough but I definitely didn't."

Al did his best to channel Jamie and Teddy as he tried to casually take his arm out of Ellie's and move it to wrap around her. He held his breath, sure that she'd step out of his embrace. To his happy surprise, Ellie stepped closer into his side. He chose to ignore the part of him that questioned if it was only because she was cold.

Merlin, he was hopeless.

They didn't have to wait long for a table, and Al managed to keep the conversation flowing by asking Ellie questions, several questions. He needed to not be talking because his guilty conscience was eating at him.

Once they were seated and had placed their orders, however, Al couldn't manage to keep a neutral face.

"Is everything alright?" Ellie frowned. "You look, well I'm not sure what but it doesn't look happy."

Al swallowed hard and pushed a hand into his hair. "Er, well, yes and no. I'm great in that I'm so, so glad to be here with you."

Ellie blushed but smiled. "I'm glad to be here with you too."

"But," Al hesitated, "I, I should tell you something. And, and I, well, I'll totally understand if you decide to leave..."

"What are you talking about?" Ellie's smile faded from her face.

Al sighed and pulled out both of her artist cards he had, laying them on the table.

"I gave you two cards?"

"No," Al looked down at the little otter pup, realizing it would probably be the last time he saw it, "when you weren't at work on Tuesday, I asked the waitress where you were because my brain started to panic that you might have gone home to Canada. The waitress said you had some artwork selected for a gallery and so when I left, I started trying to find the gallery. When I couldn't find anything online, I changed tactics. I went to the art department, lied to one of the professors, and managed to get them to tell me where the gallery was. Then I went to the gallery and on my way out, took one of your cards."

Al was honestly too scared to look up at Ellie, so instead, he kept his eyes focused on the little prints of her painted otter pup.

"That sounds pretty stalker-ish," she said it cautiously, and it felt like a knife in his chest.

"Oh, believe you me, I've kicked myself for that a million times now."

"Al," Ellie sighed, "Why didn't you just wait till Thursday?"

That was a good question. One he had to think about. Why didn't he simply wait when he knew she was physically still in the UK and everything was fine?

"Because," he finally looked up at her, "because I had been trying for a month to get you to trust me, and I guess I felt like nothing was working because you were still guarded - which I totally understand now. So I justified it by saying I was getting to know you, or at least more about you. It's no excuse," Al pulled a hand over his face, "and I was serious yesterday when I thought you weren't interested. I was going to leave you alone. I just, Ellie, you're," Al looked down at the cards again, "you're so captivating and amazing and I want to know everything about you. I want to go to Canada and see where you grew up. I want to watch you paint. I want to see you away from work. I want to ask you so many questions. And I want to give all of that to you too. I want to do this right and I'm sorry I screwed it up right at the beginning but I promise I'll keep your boundaries from now on if you'll give me a chance."

Ellie sighed and Al looked up as she ran her finger against the condensation of her water glass. "I guess I can see where you were coming from. But if we're going to do this, I want a guarantee that you're not going to willfully go behind my back when I'm not ready to share."

Al nodded, "I promise if you don't want to tell me when I ask I'll back off and wait."

Ellie bit her lip and stared down at her glass. Al wished he had something that could reassure her, something that would make her feel more at ease. Then a terrifying thought struck him. One so terrifying that he recoiled from it.

But it also felt like a perfect solution. One that might give Ellie the piece of mind she needed to trust him. So Al braced himself before pulling out his pen and flipping over one of Ellie's cards.

"Here," he wrote on the card before handing it across the table, "if you feel at any point that I've crossed a line, text either of these numbers. They'll get back to you before they go to bed."

"Who are Harry and Ginny?" Ellie looked down at the card confused.

"Have you noticed the last name on my card when I pay for my breakfast?"

"You're kidding," Ellie's eyes were wide, "you're not, no way, holy shit…"

"Dad's capable of putting me in prison if he wants to and I definitely want to stay on Mum's good side, but believe me, the thought of losing out on getting to know you is plenty motivation to keep my promise."

Ellie looked up from the card and grinned, "I'm not sure if I'm more surprised that Harry Potter has a cell phone or that you're willing to give me your parents' contact info to prove you'll keep your word."

"So you'll give me another chance?"

"I think you've persuaded me," she nodded and slipped the card into her wallet, "but don't think I won't use this."

Al felt like he could fly and he was sure the look on his face had gone goofy.

"I won't forget it." Then he tentatively reached across the table and took her hand, "Thank you."

Ellie smiled, "Thank you for being honest with me."

The waiter appeared with their food and Al reluctantly let go of Ellie's hand. But she was still smiling at him, and Al thought that maybe, maybe she was just as happy about being on this date with him as he was to be on this date with her.

#Salient #harry potter fanfiction #next generation #next gen fanfic #Al x Ellie #Albus Severus Potter #Albus Severus x OC #albus x eliza #merging muggle technology and magic #fluff #albus severus potter x eliza battiste #canadian oc #al goes to muggle university #romance #humor #obscure ship

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Combatants ~ Part 5

A/N: HOLY SHIT! I am so fucking proud of this part and I’m so fucking excited. Maybe becasue I drank two cups of coffee andRed Bull BUT JUST FUCKING READ THIS! So proud!! hihi..I’m just so happy.

Warning: betrayal, angst, saddnes, mentions of death and torture?

(GIF not ine but I spent 10 minutes searching for a perfect dark forrest and they litterally had nothing. Nada.)

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“What the hell is this?” you stood up and looked at Jack.

You couldn't believe it. Jack... your best friend. He was a Cavandish. Collin Cavandis’ brother. The cruel, unmerciful and blood-thirsty Ghost’s brother

His eyes widened in shock and he couldn’t believe you found out. “Where did you get that?! Thats private!”

“I was searching for a jacket for Bruto when it fell. Now tell me what the hell is this!”.

“I-I can explain..” he stuttered.

“Oh can you!?! Dear brother, just do it already and stop procrastinating….Dear brother, Seriously Gray just find out. We need to find him…..Dear brother, Father is not pleased about us, please make it soon.” you continued to read the letters in your hand.

“Please, just let me explain.”

“Gray Cavandish? CAVANDISH! YOU ARE A FUCKING CAVANDISH!” you threw the letters at him. “ AND WHA- what were you even thinking!?” you bellowed and couldn’t figure out wether you were mad, betrayed or sad. Or maybe you were all three of those.

“(Y/n), calm down!”

“CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN! I SHOULD HEX YOU WHERE YOU STAND YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! I TRUSTED YOU!” you exploaded.

Your best friend. He was a Cavandish all along. All those times he hung out with you was to spy. You knew Collin had a brother, so-called The Shadow but to find out it was Jack all along, hurt.

“SHUT UP!” He roared back. “You don’t understand.”

“Well then enlighten me.” you retoreded, crossed your arms and impatiently waited for his answer.

“Its complicated.”

“It's complicated?! God." you started to pace around the room. "What did Collin do to my parents?” you asked all of a sudden, changing the subject and turning to confront him.

“(Y/n), Don’t…”

”Hey nerds. Forgot my wallet…” interrupted Bruto, walking in to grab the wallet on his nightstand.

“Where the fuck are my parents, Jack! Or Gray or whatever you are!” you yelled impatiently.

"What's going on in here?" asked Bruto, switching his gaze from you and Jack.

It wasn't normal for the two of you to be fighting. I mean he knows you have a bad temper but you have never yelled at Jack like this. But he knew something was wrong. He felt it and he saw it in your eyes.

Jack looked at your buffy red eyes, which begged for answers. But he couldn't. He couldn't speak. It was terrible. He was terrible.

"Just tell me what happened. Please." you cried. You had a right to know what happened. They were your parents. Yours.

"Collin...he...I mean we..." he stuttered a bit. "I obliviated their mind."

It felt like a knife. A knife stabbing you right in the heart. And the worst part was it was your friend. Your best friend, who you thought of him as your brother. He obliviated your parents mind. But he was what? 10 at the time?

Bruto's eyes were wide and shocked. "Hold on a minute. You’re saying you perfected an advanced spell at the age of 10?"

"I was 12 at the time. I'm 20 now." he admitted and looked at your broken eyes.

Merlin he felt terrible. He didn’t mean to hurt you the way he did. He didn’t know you back then. All he felt was the fear of his father and his older brother. He was a young boy back then, the only family member with magical abilities. He thought he was a freak. His father kept telling him that and of course he obeyed him like a puppy. He would do anthing for his father’s respect and love. But now he’s grown and now he’s met you. He doesn’t want that anymore. He want’s you. He needs you.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed. Your parents never left you. They forgot you and Zoey ever existed because they were obliviated. Here you spent 8 years thinking your parents left you, 8 years of rage and sadness. Eight full years of of memories you never had because of him.

"Please (y/n), I was young and stupid at the time. I did everything I was told, including this. I had no choice." he tried to appologise but his words intended to just go in the one ear and out of the other.

"You didn’t have a choice? You could have spared the family of four. You could have spared Zoey and me the pain we had to go through! All you had to do was tell us the truth and not go after my parents. " you lamented, feeling grief and sorrow.

"I did it for Zoey!" he shouted and walked closer to you.

“You did it for Zoey! You don’t even know him! You don’t know how bruised and scratched he came to us! You don’t know his favorite color, his favorite meal, what to do when he is sad, how to deal with him when he’s angry or the fact that he’s allergic to blueberries! You don’t know shit about Zoey so stop pretending he’s your brother BECAUSE HE IS NOT! HE IS MY BROTHER! I was the one there for him when he had nightmares of you and your familly! I was the one who thought him how to read and write! I was the one helping him with his homework! I was the one who thought him how to ride a bicycle and how to rollerblade! ME! I was the one becasue he didn’t have his mom and dad, WHICH WERE MINE TOO, to teach him that, becasue a stupid 12-year old decided to erase their memories! He is not your brother! He is MY brother! MINE!”

“He has my blood!” he argued, clenching his fists and feeling the anger slowly bubble inside of him.

“Blood has nothing to do with that! He doesn’t know who you are! He doesn’t know the first thing about you! You are a stranger to him! “

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” he exploaded, covering his ears and turning around.

“Go back to Collin Jack! Tell him he will never see Zoey ever again. Tell him to bring it on cuz I am not giving up.”

“You know what! I’m happy Collin took out your parents!” he suddenly spat out angrly.

You took a step back and looked at Jack. Took out? What does he mean took out?

Jack chuckled quetly. He turned around with an evil smile plastered on his lips, his eyes reflecting Collins. They were dark and viscious. “Yes. You heard me correctly. I may have obliviated their mind, but he did all the work. He took Toto. You know who Toto is right?” he chuckled, his brittish accent emerging as he walked towards you.

Toto? The- the

“Oh yes. Toto isn’t just a cute and cuddly wolf. Toto is The Reaper. I heard he quite liked you when you were staying there. Unusual for our little wolf. That’s how you got your little nickname there, right? Wolfie if I’m correct. He just couldn’t leave your side, could he? But maybe he smelled the blood in your vains and reminded him of your mother.” he seethed, his eyes flooding with fire. It’s like you could almost feel the joy he felt watching it.

“No. You’re lying.” you denied. You looked over to Bruto, who was just standing there and watching Jack.

Bruto didn’t know what to think. He was your best friend for two years. He knew your past and he knew who your parents and who Zoey is. He knew everything about you, but he was shocked. He was frozen. And it was not because of the shock, but because of Jack. He was terrifying right now. He knew him as a normal, harmless Ravenclaw kid with a weird sense of humor and his weird obssesion with wolves. This was a different side of him. The dark side. And the devilish smile Jack wore. That scared the hell out of him.

You could see the fear inside Bruto’s eyes. You understood why he was there just standing. Hell if you were on his place you would probably stand and stare too. He wasn’t the only one afraid here. Jack was terrifying at the moment. It was like all of a sudden the room got colder and darker. It was like all of a sudden... you were back at the alley with Collin.

A big evil smile spread across Jack’s face. He walked closer and leaned forward. “You should hear them scream. You should have seen your mother’s face as Toto chopped up your father. You should have heard them scream your name. At the end, she remembered you. She remembered her little girl. But it was too late.” he spoke slowly and quietly, almost in cold whisper.

It hurt.

It hurt like hell. Why was he doing this? They can’t be dead. No. They are not dead. They are well and alive, enjoying themselves on some cruise. That sounded better, but it wasn’t true.

Bruto pulled out a wand. “You are going to pay for this Jack!” he yelled angrly. “Confringo!” he yelled and a blast burst from his wand.

“Protego!” Jack defended himself, taking out his wand and yelling “Expelliarmus!” and Bruto’s wand flew out of his hand. An evil laugh escaped his mouth as he walked towards Bruto. “Ramirez. Always the brave one.” he chuckled and walked away from him. “Imperio!”

“No!” you yelled and ran towards Jack but stopped as soon as you saw Bruto standing up and walking next to Jack.

“Now now Wolfie. “ he warned and pushed you away from him. “We don’t want our Bruto to do something stupid, now would we?” an evil smile emerging on the surface again.

You glowered at him. That piece of shit! Merlin you hated him! You wanted to see him dead.

“Here is how this is going to be. You and your boyfriend over here will be quiet about this. You will pretend like everything is just swell. Do something stupid and the pretty boy over here will jump from his window or recklesly stab himself in his stomach. Now wouldn’t that be a shame... for our famous Ravenclaw to kill himself.” he threatned and finally releasing Bruto from his control. “Don’t be stupid (y/n).” he smiled walked over to his bay window. He lightly turned his head over his shoulder. “And it’s Gray.” he spit out coldly and apparited out of the room.

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You were storming out of the castle. Rage was taking the control of your body. You didn’t know what you are going to do next. You could curse him, you could kill the guy but you weren’t that stupid.

Instead you walked in the Forbidden forrest and started pacing around a tree, deep in the woods. “AAAARRGGHH!” you screamed outloud, taking your last piece of breathe in your lungs out. You clenched your fist and hit the tree with all your strength.

It hurt.

It hurt like hell but you kept going. You kept hitting that tree and you felt the blood dripping down, but you kept hitting it.

“Dad.” you mumbled quietly, taking another hit to the tree.

“Mum.” you continued.

“Zoey!” you yelled outloud and hit it again.

You couldn’t stop. No. You couldn’t You brain was a big mess, your heart was broken, your back was stabbed and your soul was shattered.

You hit the tree for the last time, screaming in pain and finally collapsing on the ground. You grabbed your hand, feeling the blood roll down your hand and on your robes.

It hurt.

But you didn’t feel the pain. You didn’t feel a thing. Not sadness or anger, but the tears kept coming out.

Sirius.

He was suddenly the one person you started thinking about. That bright smile of his you loved. You simpered at the thought of his laughter. It kept replaying in your head. His dark curls, his smiling grey eyes…

“Come on!” you suddenly heard his voice. His child-like, happy voice echoing through the woods. You peeked from behind the tree and looked at his tall figure running closer to you. But your smile immediately dropped as soon as you saw a girl running after him. You hid behind the tree and closed your eyes.

‘Please don’t. Not you, Sirius. Not you too.’ you prayed. But honestly, to who were you even praying to. God? He surely doesn’t exist up there. You spent your whole life praying to him to make your life better. To make it at least a bit easier and he kept making it hard. He keeps putting the obstacles and you seem to get stuck on every each one of them Why? Why would you be praying to him right now? He took your parents, he made Zoey fall from the face of the Earth and now Sirius.

“Marlene, Marlene, Marlene Marleeeneee.” he sang and spun her around as she continued to giggle.

“Sirius, I’ll get dizzy. Stop.” she continued to giggle. She stopped and wrapped her arms around his torso. Looking up to his grey eyes, that reflected the moonlight, she pressed his lips against his.

You felt your heart slowly tear up. Why were you there? Why did God continue to punish you like that.

“Wait Marlene.” he pulled away. “ I brought you here to make you feel better not to snog. “

“Well I’ll feel better after this.” she smiled and pressed her lips on his again.

He pulled away again. “Marls. I’m serious.”

“Of course you are.” she giggled and pulled him back closer.

“Marlene. Please stop.” he pulled away again, stepping back. “ Look, I’m usually all for this. But I think we should be just off as friends.”

“What?” she scoffed and furrowed her eyebrows. “Since when aren’t you up for snogging?” she asked, crossing her arms and staring at him.

You sat there, on the cold ground and with your bleeding hand, which couldn’t stop shaking from the pain. You felt adrenaline all over your body. Maybe it was because of your hand, maybe it was because of Sirius.

You looked up to a tree few feet away from you and you saw Bruto watching you. You pressed your finger on your lips and signaled him to keep quiet until the coast is clear. He wasn’t up for this. He wanted to run to you and take a look of your hand. But you wanted him to stay there and he respected that. So he nodded in reply and stayed hidden.

“Don’t tell me it’s because of (y/n)?” she scoffed again and rolled her eyes. “The Ravenclaw? Seriously?”

“What?” he started to panic.

“Oh my god! You like her!” she squeked. “Sirius Black is in love with the Ravenclaw! Unbelievable!” she clapped her hands together. “Peter owns me 5 galleons.”

“No. No! I’m not in love with her. She’s a Ravenclaw, who hangs with Slytherins and that Jack guy.” he denied and ran his hand through his hair. “ Honestly Marlene do you know me at all. You now how I am.” he chuckled. “And how come you didn’t become all jealous? And you have a bet with Peter?!”

“Because you’re just a toy Sirius. With you a girl can only get fun, not anything more. “ she explained and leaned on the tree. “But if you don’t like her, why all the effort?”

“What effort? Marls, Marls, she’s a broken little puppy. I feel sorry for her. She only has Jack and noone else. She needed me. She needed my company.”

“Yeah whatever. Let’s just go back before they notice we’re gone.” she said and they left.

It hurt.

You thought it couldn’t hurt any more, but it did. It hurt like someone just took out the last piece of you, that was holding you together. And now that there was nothing left, you felt rage. You stood up and wiped the tears away from your cheeks. Clenching your fist again you turned around and with all your strength that you had left you hit the tree so hard you felt something break in your wrist.

Who were you angry at this time? Collin? Jack? Sirius?

No.

You were mad at yourself. You were the one naive! The one falling for a guy with no feelings! The one gullible to Jacks lies! You didn’t even notice you were still hitting the tree with your other hand, just finding every single reason to let all the anger out.

Until you felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders, gripping your hands from any more damage and lifting you up. “ Calm down!”

“No! NO!” you continued to scream. “I am so stupid! I have always been stupid! Stupid Ravenclaw that can’t learn from her fucking mistakes!”

“Think about Zoey! Think about your mom and dad! Would they want this for you!? Would they want you hurting yourself, talking down on yourself! Zoey is still out there! Be strong for him.” he shouted and kept holding you tightly.

He was right. You didn’t expect this from him but he was right. Zoey was still lost and you were taking it on a tree. But “It hurts.”

“I know. But I’m here. I’m here and this time I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving you like Jack or Sirius. I’m going to protect you. That’s a promise.” he spoke softly and pulled you in a hug.

“Thank you Bruto.”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius x reader #the marauders #marauders imagine #marauders #marauders era #harry potter imagine #james potter #remus lupin

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Bodyswap in my various fandoms: fic recs

Trust Fall by Stoney E, 144k. Sterek.

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. // Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. // **** // Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. // They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. // Of course.

Note to self: I'm pretty sure this is the one I've been trying to remember where Stiles is always asking why no one wants him as a boyfriend, that he'd be such a good boyfriend:

“If people would just look, they'd see that how I am, who I am is pretty great, actually.” Stiles quietly cleared his throat past the lump that was forming and blinked rapidly. “I could be pretty great if someone would just let me be great for them.”

Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley E, 7k. Sterek.

Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

Perfect.

Bonds of Power by Miya_Morana T, 18k. Sterek.

When Stiles suddenly wakes up as an Alpha werewolf and finds out that Derek has become human, he reluctantly accepts Derek’s pack as his while they attempt to find out what exactly happened and how to reverse it. But as they all try to adjust to the situation, the Alpha Pack is breathing down their neck, and they’re going to need all the help they can get to face that threat.

Such a delicious premise! Felt like a kind of abrupt ending, I'd love to see this expanded, but definitely worth the read as is.

Might Not Make It Back by GotTheSilver E, 23k. Sterek.

Bodyswap. Because of the fun.

Sweet.

copywritten (so don't copy me) by etben E, 13k. Sterek.

"Oh, shit," Stiles says, and flops as far backward as their mysterious body-swap connection will let him.

hot and funny (omg, ALL THE BONERS)

I'll Walk with Your Wolf by iCheat no rating, 38k. Sterek.

When Stiles wakes up in Peter's body, he's understandably freaked out. As Stiles starts connecting with the man's wolf, he can't help but reconsider his opinions of Peter. Needless to say, it's a rather confusing time for all involved. // For Day 5 of Steter Week, Body Swap.

Good story. I was most interested in Stiles' intrigtuiging ability to resist, and even direct both other Alphas (and so was Peter, lol) even when he was in werewolf Peter's body. I'd love to pursue that and see where Steter shake out in the Beacon Hills Pack, because they're kind of sneak Alphas, both of them. Stiles learned a lot about Peter by being in his body, because Peter's wolf stayed there (there's a funny scene, on the first full moon, where the Wolf tries to get his Mate and his Man together in one place and hunker down.)

Synchronicity by LadySlytherin E, 36k. Drarry.

When Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his final year of schooling, he does so with an unexpected new friend at his side - Draco Malfoy. An accident in potions leaves both boys in an unusual position, which leads to a friendly wager. The wager leads to revelations, realizations, and - in time - a happy resolution that no one was expecting. Well, almost no one...

Draco snorted. “As if that’s all of my personality.” He rolled his eyes. “Let me put it this way, Harry. You are, quite simply, not gay. And I am. Rather openly, since coming out to you and then everyone else. So unless you have some secret fashion sense and flamboyant urges you’ve been subduing, you won’t be able to manage this.” ... Harry huffed in annoyance. “You’re being ridiculous. Besides, I’m in your body, right? So the whole gay thing should come naturally. ... I think I’m feeling gayer already.”

Draco blinked several times, then said. “You’re a complete and utter twit. You cannot feel gayer simply because you’re in my body. My body isn’t gay, I am. ... If you’re feeling gayer, it’s got nothing to do with my body!” Draco snapped, moving closer to Harry in his fury. He itched to hex the other teen, but reminded himself sternly that doing so would only damage himself. “Especially as I don’t feel any less gay.”

“Are you saying my body is equally as gay as yours?” Harry frowned at that implication, not sure how he felt about it. “Because that’s ridiculous. I like girls.”

“I’m not saying anyone’s body is gay.” Draco pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was forming. “I’m saying I am gay, regardless of the switch. Therefore, you cannot possibly be gayer simply because you’re in my body right now. That’s patently ridiculous and more than your usual level of stupid.”

“Maybe you’re just so gay that it soaked into your cells.” Harry suggested, mostly because it was funny to watch Draco’s irritation twist his face into new expressions. “So now I’m stuck feeling all of the gay that’s surrounding me. Did you ever consider that? Because I think it’s a valid hypothesis.” Ignoring the way Draco had curled his hands into fists, he added. “In fact, I’m positive that’s what’s happening. I’ve woken up newly gay because of this whole switch and now I’ll have to explore just how gay I - which is to say, you - are.”

Draco snarled - literally snarled - before saying in a low, dangerous voice. “If you dare to pretend to be me, I swear I will convince everyone you are the biggest ponce to ever live simply by acting just as gay as I always do, while still pretending to be you. Don’t push me, Potter.”

My Only Hate by VivacissimoVoce M, 35k. Drarry.

Harry has been cursed and now inhabits the wrong body. Draco Malfoy may be the only one who can help.

Hee, hee.

We're More Than Ordinary by digthewriter M, 13k. Drarry.

After a freak accident, which was totally Potter's fault, Draco has to live as Potter for three days. It isn't a party for Harry, either.

Yellow Heart Emoji by HelloAfternoon E, 2.8k. WIP. Spideypool.

This had begun by accident at the zoo. Things exploded. People evacuated. Animals trumpeted and roared and bleated. Somewhere, Loki had giggled spectacularly. // Deadpool had thrown someone into the ape enclosure. // Peter had been thrown into the ape enclosure.

Ha! I love bodyswap, and this was delightful enough to make up for the fact that there is only one chapter. Go on, dive in, an unfinished fic won't kill ya: it's fun.

Displace by dontcareajot T, 10k, WIP. Spideypool.

Peter thought he’d mentally prepared himself for… this. For seeing himself outside of himself. But it turns out he wasn’t prepared at all. // Wade evidently wasn’t prepared either. He looks Peter up and down, expression growing more and more incredulous. “What,” he says finally. “The fuck.” // (or, one of those body swap fics)

Aaaarrrgh, I love this. It's Peter's POV, and he's sweet, and reserving judgement, and kind of shocked at how much being Wade is actually physically painful, like, ALL THE TIME. And Wade is DELIGHTED to be Peter: to be young and pretty, but also, he's such a huge Spider-Man fanboy. And, just as they start sharing their lives and their thoughts and all that, ack, the story ends. Still worth reading, though. 4/?

Woke Up New by Zee (orphan_account) E, 22k. Merthur.

Merlin and Arthur switch bodies; complications ensue.

Nice. The one where they switch, and Arthur figures out Merlin's magic because, oops, the magic stays in his body, and an angry Arthur accidentally levitates a chair. Also the one where Arthur starts to get off a little on being the servant and taking orders, and Merlin slowly wakes up to that. [Dom/sub undertones.]

Buggre Alle This by Signe (oxoniensis) T, 12k. Merthur.

Bodyswap.

"What now, then?" Merlin asks. // "Now, we sleep." // "Maybe we'll wake back up in our own bodies?" Merlin says hopefully. // "Yes, Merlin, that's what's going to happen. A powerful sorcerer has cast a spell over us, but it's just a harmless prank and it'll fizzle out in the night, and we'll wake up back to normal."

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I love this author. You should also read "a tree and a bee and a flea, fiddle-dee-dee" (genderswap) here on AO3, and the fairy tale one where Merlin is the moon (which is only on LJ: The Prince and the Captured Moon).

And If You'll Come I’ll Take You Somewhere To Go by luninosity T, 11k. Cherik.

April Fools' Day mansion-fic. Which has to mean body-and-power-swap fic, right...? // “Yes,” Charles says, rather apologetically even though this can’t possibly be his fault, “you seem to be me. And I…well, I’m you. At the moment.” // “Charles,” Erik says, with what he considers quite remarkable patience under the circumstances, “how long is this going to last?”

Well, this was marvelous. Erik's POV, and he's a little ooc he's so utterly smitten, and his thoughts are something like Charles Charles so pretty Charles I'll protect him Charles Charles. It's kind of amazing he gets anything done, heh. And then they're switched, which turns out being rather more serious and unpleasant that you might guess, and there's some h/c, and some admissions, and some cuddling, and everything is lovely.

Amateur Theatrics by galaxysoup T, 27k. Avengers.

In which Thor’s primary problem-solving method (a mighty blow from Mjolnir) fails to have the desired effect on a magical artifact, and his secondary method (a mightier blow from Mjolnir) proves to be actively disastrous.

Clint makes the absolute best Loki Daddy-uncle-brother-guardian-whatever. And kid!Loki is sweet as a pie. More or less. [The bodyswap here, Bruce - Natasha, is pretty incidental.]

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous E, 21k. Destiel.

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in." // Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude. // Dean was done with this shit. // *** // Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

Not technically a bodyswap so much as it is a bodyshare. This is the one where Cas "assists" from inside Dean's head while he's with some girl, and then he lets Dean experience her viewpoint as well, and Dean notes that it's like Cas is fucking both of them... expertly, of course. It's pretty hot. Then they get to do it solo, later on. Nice.

Through Blind Men's Eyes by ladyblahblah E, 46k. Spirk.

The obligatory Pon Farr story . . . with a bit of a twist.

absolutely gorgeous: sacrifice, angst, bodyswap (totally realistic, not at all intrusive), pon farr.... what more could a reader want?

#bodyswap fic recs #bodyswitch fic recs #sterek fic recs #drarry fic recs #spideypool fic recs #spirk fic recs #destiel fic recs #bodyswap #merthur fic recs #avengers fic recs #cherik fic recs

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Holy Fuck

Ya’ll it was so good (!!) My SPOILER FILLED barely organized thoughts below the cut:

Seriously, no holds barred, you’re in SPOILER TERRITORY

First - oh my fucking god Elton John was my life. I will never again see anything as beautiful as Sir Elton John wear the most ridiculous outfit I’ve ever seen, beating the shit out of 3 (THREE!) henchmen. His performance was nothing short of a revelation swear down Second - wow I know we thought we knew everything that was going to happen, but they had some serious tricks up their sleeves. They almost (but not quite) had me believing that Harry was wrong about Whiskey, right up until Ginger asked why he thought Harry shot him. Also MERLIN I’m sobbing It’s Not Fair (but also what a fucking scene, his song was GREAT) also JB NOOOOO Third - there was SO. MUCH. HARTWIN MATERIAL. Like I mean I know Eggsy marries the princess and all, but ignoring that, Eggsy’s face when Tilde says she wishes she could’ve met Harry was brilliantly beautiful painful, Eggsy fucking SCREAMING Harry’s name when he thought Tequila was going to shoot him, the goodbye scene (tear) ((Unrelated: Harry calling him Eggy tore a fucking hole in my heart)), Eggsy figuring out how to bring Harry back, the HUG, Harry saying Eggsy’s name like it was the only thing that mattered, the follow your heart scene (do you know what the last thing I thought of was? (you) nothing (shut up I’ll read between the lines if I want)), and they fought together beautifully, and the rehashing of the mirror scene like damn. Little known fact about me: I actually don’t really ship them in the first film (ik you’re like wtf you practically run a hartwin blog, you write hartwin fanfic, I KNOW) but I sure as shit shipped them in this one. ALSO BREAKFAST SCENE

Fourth - I actually really enjoyed how they handled Tilde and maybe a little bit ship tilde/eggsy too now?? Which is a weird feeling bc usually I have a hard time multishipping. But honestly their scenes in the beginning of the movie were so cute <3 I didn’t love how Tilde reacted to the sleeping with a target thing, but I did appreciate it as a character trait. Her being perfect would’ve been no better than her being straight up a bond girl. That said, I don’t really like the way she tried to force Eggsy’s hand with the marriage thing, though I do think in the end he kinda made the choice on his own. (Partially related: I /loved/ the scene with eggsy’s friends omg but also where tf was ryan??)

Fifth - I think they handled Clara well. It was still a little frustrating to watch the fan servicing scantily clad woman, BUT Eggsy’s reactions, I think, made up for it. He wasn’t all ‘darn, but I guess its for a mission so ;D’. The genuine conflict he felt was a worthwhile addition to his character. The scene certainly had some relevance, but I do think I could’ve gone without it.

Sixth - they were pretty fucking cowardly not including a kiss between Jamal and what’s-his-face at the end. Like they were /clearly/ a couple (I mean seriously Jamal said ‘I love you’, but they dropped just enough ‘bruv’s and made it just ambiguous enough to where it could be denied. I was genuinely disappointed in them for that. Had they already definitively established them as a couple, then that would have been a very emotionally rewarding moment, with or without a kiss. As such, it was a missed opportunity.

Seventh - ROXY. NO. ROXY IS NOT DEAD I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT. I actually genuinely thought she’d show back up at the end, since she noticed the rocket before it hit and seemed to be doing something about it. So I’m perfectly content to believe she isn’t dead. (And if we can NOPE Harry back from the dead, we can sure as hell do the same for Roxy). Also whoa boy is that (+ Merlin) gonna make for some angsty Eggsy-Blames-Himself fanfic that I am looking forward to reading yessiry.

Eighth - I really wish Ginger had had more screen time. She has all the makings of a truly great character, but needs a lot more fleshing out. Fingers crossed for the threequel.

Ninth - I LOVED Eggsy in this movie. His confidence, his emotions, his conflict, his abilities, his intelligence, his loyalty. Even when he thought Harry was fucking batshit crazy, he didn’t turn on him. I could wax poetic for /hours/ about Eggsy freaking Unwin

Tenth - I loved this movie, I really really did. What a worthy sequel to our Kingsman

#kingsman spoilers #k2 spoilers #kingsman tgc spoilers #k:tgc spoilers #ktgc spoilers #kingsman the golden circle spoilers #kingsman #k2 #kingsman tgc #k:tgc #ktgc #kingsman the golden circle #hartwin #harry x eggsy #eggsy x harry #tilde x eggsy #eggsy x tilde #abbie speaks #mine

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Embrace the Night Reread: Chapters 21-26

Chapter 21

How long has Britain been fighting the Gods? * car notes*

It is too late and this should not be that funny. But seriously, how long has Pritkin been aware of the gods and that he wrote down the spell that would allow them back in? I can only imagine that it came some time during his sojourn in hell. Him, trying to impress his father with his great work of transcribing spells that would otherwise be lost to the world, and his father disillusioning him about how incredibly stupid it was to record this one spell. And then having that book stolen upon returning to Earth? Yikes, no wonder he’s so aggressive about no one finding the stupid thing.

And when he’s talking to Cassie about it, she’s so confused. Whom I serve? How about no one. Brink of destruction? My geis is not world-threatening, you lunatic. Safety in resistance? You idgit, I’ve resisted as long as I can. Hey, do not swing your leg over - get back here! … Thanks for saving me from a rival in love, but seriously, gimme that book.

Chapter 22

Can you imagine Pritkin tracking Cassie through the ley line and trying to figure out where she got off like she and Mircea tracked him?

“Ok, just gotta look for the disturbance in the line. Ok, here we….”

*follows a long disturbance*

“Just a bit further….”

*still going*

“Little bit more…”

*still going*

“Jesus, what is this lunatic doing, leaning out of the ley line?”

*still going*

“Is this person ok? Is she even alive? Wtf is she doing?”

*finally reaches the end*

“All I’m gonna find is a body, aren’t I.”

Oh nuts, missed a moon sighting earlier, when Mircea and Cassie first saw Notre Dame. That was a few chapters ago.

Hey look, Pritkin from 1793 is saying the exact same thing Pritkin in whatever year the Cassie books take place said. Doubled geis, the counterspell won’t work because it’s essentially a new spell. Cassie’s response: I don’t believe you, I’m going to ask someone else.

Beyond her desperation to save Mircea, the only reason I can think of that Cassie is so stuck on this is the Tarot card. She’s looking so hard for someone that’s deceiving her, and Pritkin is the obvious answer. I mean, look! He didn’t tell her about his dad, his lineage, or his real name, didn’t mention that he wrote the book she’s looking for or that he knows the spell. She’s so stuck on the fact that he didn’t volunteer all this information that she just assumes that it means he hasn’t been helping her, when we can see evidence to the contrary all throughout the book.

Chapter 23

Horatiu is a doll. He’s incredibly funny.

I don’t know why the scene where Mircea questions her about Pritkin’s boots crack me up so much. Something about losing a knife while scraping mud off the boot, how he’s not even there but his weapons are. I don’t know, but it tickles my sense of humor. But holy shit, Mircea is hella jealous. I can only imagine the seduction scene afterwards is to restake his claim.

Are these veiled references to his wife? “But I departed too quickly, with too much left undone. Some of my mistakes I rectified later, but others… could not be redeemed.” And, “That when you become something more, you must often give up something to claim it.” Guess I might need to read the Dory books (which I’ll do after RtS) do get a better grasp of Mircea’s timeline.

Chapter 24

*sigh* What exactly does Mircea consider invitation? Body responses, I guess, rather than verbal consent.

Ha, I just realized that Pritkin still writes in Welsh while taking his notes, if I understand Cassie’s comment correctly.

Chapter 25

“Instead of elections turning into popularity contests” The feels when a book meets reality too hard

Covens are first mentioned here; who realized that the hodge-podge nature of the magical world would become so important later?

Cassie’s whole thing about nobody ever telling her anything, that she deserves honesty - it’s frustrating, because aside from not telling her why he wants the Codex destroyed, he has been completely honest with her. He didn’t know that his father would go after her, so that wasn’t relevant to her. Nobody lays out their family history if it doesn’t matter. Cassie isn’t spilling her guts about her family, dead or vampiric, to Pritkin either. And sure, if he’d just come out and said that he was Merlin and had written the freaking thing and it wouldn’t work, that would have saved a lot of time. But why would he just come out and say that when he’d hidden himself for so long and had no idea how she would use the information? He has been completely honest about the counterspell for the geis not working. You can only expect honesty if you’re willing to actually listen to people without discarding what they’re saying because it’s something you don’t want to hear.

Cassie isn’t perfect, and she doesn’t need to be. That’s not the point of her story. But hearing her accuse people of dishonesty when she isn’t willing to listen in the first place - that’s hard to bear.

#cvgr #EtN #karen chance #embrace the night #cassie palmer #chanceverse group read

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Holy Shit, I Wasn’t Dreaming

Kingsman: The Secret Service One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Eggsy Unwin + Merlin

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing, violence, injury

Request: “Hiiii before requesting I'd like u to know that I'm seriously in love with your writings !!!! Could I ask for an Eggsy imagine, where I am also an agent at Kingsman and having a crush on Eggsy, little do I know he feels the same way. And on a mission something goes wrong and I almost die, and Eggsy says something like don't die I fucking love you or something and I don't die, and in the end fluff fluff fluff please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️” - Anonymous

Word Count: 1,822

A/N: HhhHHHHHH GOSH it’s been ages since I’ve gotten around to doing the one shots. Apologies to this anon for taking so long, but you did send in this request while they were closed. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and thank you so much !! *ONE SHOTS ARE STILL CLOSED, I'M FINISHING UP/CLEANING OUT LEFTOVER REQUESTS*

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“Hey, love.”

You heart skipped a beat as Eggsy came up behind you and peered over your shoulder. You avoided eye contact and fiddled with the weapons laid out on the table.

“Hey, Eggsy.”

“Ready for the mission?”

“Hopefully.”

Eggsy nodded and lazily flopped down into the armchair next to you. He smiled to himself as he watched you reload the guns and brush your hair away from your face. He absentmindedly readjusted his glasses and rested his chin in his hands.

Ever since you had been recruited as a Kingsman agent, Eggsy had developed a major crush on you. You were brave, yet not reckless. You were compassionate, but were able to control your emotions on missions. You were a great at combat too, and Eggsy thought you were the perfect agent and person.

Running his hands through his hair, he distracted himself by opening a tablet and running over the mission details again. The two of you were flying to Paris dismantle and underground drug cartel who were heavily armed. He flipped through the images of the cartel members, not really focusing on their faces. All he could think about was you. He was in love with you, but doubted you reciprocated the feelings. Whenever he came around, you never seemed to look him in the eye and were always trying to rush away. You weren’t rude, it just seemed like you were uncomfortable around him, and he didn’t understand why.

You did, though. It was because you also had a major crush on him.

You could feel yourself blushing at the mere thought about his name. You lowered your head even more, hoping Eggsy wouldn’t notice your red face from where he was sitting. Eggsy was attractive, funny, and he seemed fearless. He was a very valuable member of the Service, and you respected him. He was also always very friendly towards you, and you wanted to be more than friends, but deep down you doubted that Eggsy had the same feelings towards you.

“y/n?” his voice cut through your thoughts, and you looked up, startled. He gave you a gentle smile, and you found yourself smiling back. “Merlin just contacted me. Our flight is soon, so we should get moving.”

“Right.” you reached over to grab a duffel bag, which you tossed at him. He fumbled to catch it, and gave you a goofy smile and you laughed. He reached inside and pulled out a fake passport, and you reached into your own bag for your own passport. The two of you were going undercover as university students going to France for an exchange program. Eggsy held his arm out towards you, and you felt yourself flushing again.

“Shall we?” he grinned, and you looped your arm through his.

“Let’s do this.”

—

Adjusting your glasses, you curiously peered into a dusty glass cabinet which contained jars of unidentified liquids and statues. Behind you, Eggsy shivered as he walked past an old rocking chair.

“I fucking hate these antique stores.” Eggsy muttered, folding his arms. You looked over your shoulder and raised your eyebrows at him, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” you teased, and Eggsy shrugged and avoided eye contact. “Aw, are you getting the creeps from this place?”

“As a matter of fact, I am!” he exclaimed, but he laughed. He stood closer to you and your arms brushed, and you quickly turned back to the glass cabinet. “I’m sure you’re slightly freaked out by this place too, y/n.”

“Are you sure they’re here?” you asked, quieter now. Eggsy frowned, confused at the change in mood, and nodded.

“Well, according to the-” he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the creaking floorboards. Both of you immediately exchanged looks, and grabbed your pistols which were tucked into your waistbands. Eggsy slowly started walking forward first, pulling out his gun. You trailed behind him, your knuckles white from how hard you were gripping your pistol. No matter how many missions you had been on, you never quite got used to firing a gun.

The two of you walked through a doorway into a larger room. The room was dimly lit, bleak sunshine filtering through the windows.

“Hello?” you called out, and Eggsy shot you a look. Rolling your eyes, you were about to retort when someone stepped out from behind the counter. You stiffened and Eggsy spun around, but the two of you realised it was just the clerk.

“Sorry to surprise you!” the clerk exclaimed, his accent thick. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes, we’re looking for the Crystalline.” Eggsy spoke, referring the the cartel as he quickly tucked his gun back into his jeans. The clerk’s smile faltered for a moment, and nodded. He gestured to a door which was hidden in the shadows at the back of the room.

“They weren’t expecting anyone.” the clerk informed, his tone less friendly. You could see Eggsy hesitate, and you quickly stepped in.

“Don’t ask us, we’re just the messengers. Our bosses sent us.” you readjusted the straps on your bag and walked ahead, Eggsy following close behind. Cautiously, you turned the doorknob and stepped into the dark hallway. You could barely make out the staircase in front of you, and you could hear murmurs of conversation from below. You exchanged a look with Eggsy, who reached out and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“Ready?” he raised an eyebrow, and you look a deep breath and nodded.

“Ready.” you responded, and Eggsy closed the door behind the two of you.

—

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” Eggsy yelled in frustration over the gunfire. You almost laughed, but then remembered you were being fired at by at least ten men and had no obvious means of escape. You and Eggsy were on either of the hallway, hiding behind the walls as men fired at you with machine guns from down the corridor.

“How the fuck did they know we were coming?” you yelled, trying to unsuccessfully fire back.

“Someone must’ve tipped them off!” Eggsy exclaimed back, slamming his fists angrily into the wall as he fired the last bullet he had left. You scrambled through your bag and tossed another magazine at him, which he caught and quickly loaded.

“What do we do?” you were beginning to panic. Of course missions went awry from time to time, but it had never been this bad. You were trapped in a dead end, both hallways you and Eggsy were at leading to heavily locked doors. You looked at Eggsy, who looked as panicked as you did. You could see him thinking hard, but he couldn’t come up with an answer. You screamed angrily, and aimed your gun down the corridor to fire back. You fired a couple shots and two men went down, when you suddenly felt an excruciating pain rip through your chest.

Collapsing backwards, you barely heard Eggsy scream your name as you scrambled to lean against the wall. Eggsy ducked his head down and sprinted to you, narrowly avoiding the gunfire. He fired back at the men before crouching besides you, pressing down on the wound.

“Hey, hey!” he looked like he was on the verge of tears, using one hand to hold your face. “Stay with me, y/n.”

“Eggsy…” you spluttered, gritting your teeth to try and ignore the burning sensation you felt. You could feel yourself growing faint, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to wake up if you succumbed to the unconsciousness.

“Oh god, y/n.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you could see tears welling up in his eyes. “Don’t die. I fucking love you, you can’t die. Please!”

Your breathing was beginning to get shallow, and you weakly grabbed Eggsy’s hand. He held on tightly to yours, as he positioned himself to continue firing at the cartel members.

“I’ll blow your fucking heads off!” he yelled at them, but they were beginning to advance and get closer. You suddenly tugged Eggsy’s arm, weakly fumbling for your bag.

“Grenades.” you wheezed, unable to pull down the zipper of your bag. Eggsy snatched the bag from you and hurriedly pulled out two grenades. Yanking out the pins, he tossed them down the corridor and quickly shielded your body with his.

The last thing you heard was the sound of an explosion before you finally blacked out.

—

“You know, there was a moment where I didn’t think they were going to make it. But y/n is tough, and they pulled through.”

You groggily opened your eyes at the sound of Merlin’s voice. You saw Merlin and Eggsy standing by your bedside, Eggsy nervously tapping his foot. Eggsy’s eyes widened as he saw you wake up, and quickly rushed to your side. Grabbing your hand, he seemed to cry and laugh with relief.

“Oh thank god. Thank fucking god.” he kissed your forehead, holding you close to him.

“That was some injury you got, y/n.” Merlin reached over and looked over a clipboard. “The bullet narrowly missed your heart”

“Whoops.” you croaked, and Merlin gave you a faint grin. You examined Eggsy’s face, which had a few scratches on it but was otherwise unharmed. “How did we get out?”

“That’s a story for another time.” he perched on the edge of your bed, still holding your hand. “In the meantime, do you want to fill me in on why you didn't use those fucking grenades earlier?”

“I forgot about them until you yelled something about blowing heads off.” you shrugged, but you found yourself smiling despite all that had happened. Eggsy smiled back, and Merlin awkwardly put his hands behind his back.

“Well, I’ll leave you two in peace.” he nodded before leaving the room. Eggsy looked at you a little shyly, and ran his hand through his hair.

“So, uh… what did you remember about the mission?” he asked, a little embarrassed.

“Well, you told me not to die, which I didn’t, so you’re welcome.” you joked, and he laughed. You bit your lip, uncertain if you should continue, but you blurted it out quickly before you stopped yourself. “And did you tell me you loved me or was I imagining that?”

“I-I did say that.” Eggsy stammered, and you gaped at him. “I told you I loved you. And it’s true. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, y/n.”

“Holy shit, I wasn't dreaming.” you murmured, more to yourself than for Eggsy to hear. He laughed, and you gave him a sheepish smile. “I love you too.”

“Would’ve been fucking awkward if you didn’t.” Eggsy cupped your face in your hands, and you smiled wide. “Can I kiss you?”

“I think I fucking deserve it, don’t you?” you teased, and Eggsy pressed his lips against yours before you came up with another sarcastic comment.

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