#< says the girl who runs a merlin blog

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

if I had a dollar for every time the bbc made a show about an iconic character from british canon except he's young with black hair, pale skin and prominent cheekbones, and he has an intense relationship with his best friend and is generally gay coded, aside from weird sexual tension with a powerful woman who also has black hair, pale skin and a strong jawline, and is otherwise a lesbian who is fucking her maid

I'd have two dollars, which isn't a lot but we don't talk enough about the fact that it happened twice at the same time

#these are just the tags from my last reblog but I thought it deserved a promotion #bbc merlin #bbc sherlock #can't believe I'm sherlock posting in the year of our lord 2024 #< says the girl who runs a merlin blog #it's different though #bbc merlin is bad in a self-aware camp way #bbc sherlock is bad but in a condescending pretentious way #merthur #morgwen #adlock #johnlock

[cbk1000]

Anyway, here is another preview of the infamous Train Fic. (There are three or so others I've posted previous to this; if you search the tag 'preview' on my blog, you can find all of them as well as some other bits and bobs.)

“So. Speaking of. Last night. And this morning. Are you--is this…some kind of experimentation? Because it’s fine. If it is,” Merlin said. “Obviously I wouldn’t say anything to anyone. If you just need to. I dunno. Burn off some frustrations.”

The shirt was open; and came down with Arthur's back still turned, with the voice coming to him from the room which simultaneously was too small and vast a thing between them. He imagined turning round, and saying openly into the open, that Merlin as usual was a gibbering cunt; was so obtuse, so worryingly, so curiously a devotee of that ancient art of mouth breathing that his brain, when last its feeble struggle was ended, ought to be given to science. It was not doing much good for him; but somewhere in a jar it might do good for human learning. But he would have to put himself, naked and trembling, into the world where Merlin would feel obligated to tenderness; and though he could have qualified the, ‘No, I love you’ with a blistering ‘you tit’ still he would have had to offer it hopelessly in the first place. And so he said, whilst he was folding up the shirt to go beside the tie and jacket, “Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah. Ok. That’s Fine.” There was a little rustling, and then: “I guess you’re not as much of a prude about your sexuality as I thought. I mean, I don’t know if you remember, it was like a decade ago, but you did snog me just to convince my ex we were together at that Halloween party. Remember, the one where you went as like a zombie footballer or something and I was a vampire and I had to take my teeth out?”

“Vaguely,” said Arthur, who would have gone home with him after those ten transcendent seconds of tongue, and given up heterosexuality and virginity at once. 

“Yeah, I was trying to make him jealous, remember, so you went as my fake boyfriend, and he was like, ‘That’s your hetero footie mate you hang out with all the time, you pathetic arsehole’ and you walked up and put your arm round my shoulders and tried to kiss me but the teeth were in the way so I took them out and we made out a bit and it was kind of awful but he was really pissed off, so I won.”

“It was kind of awful?” Arthur demanded, throwing the shirt down. “Nobody has ever complained before.”

“Yeah, look, it was pretty obvious you’d never kissed a guy before. Plus you drank that really manky thing Morgana made out of, what was it, red wine and Coke? Your mouth was the scene of a crime.”

“What crime, the drink, or my kissing?” Arthur snapped.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, you were a 20-year-old straight guy; none of those kiss very well. And if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t the worst I ever had. Do you remember Anna? She was that girl I started dating shortly after we moved in together? The blonde? Doing Asian and Middle Eastern Studies?”

Arthur, who remembered everyone who had slept with Merlin, whilst he put a pillow over his ear, to crush out the sound of others’ enjoyment, said, “Sounds a bit familiar, I suppose.”

“Yeah, well she used to, I dunno, almost unhinge her jaw or something, every time we snogged I felt like she was going to swallow my whole head, and it was like, ok, the sex is actually pretty good, what the hell is going on with her kissing, it was so bad I had to start avoiding it, because I tried to, you know, direct her a bit, like, look, you don’t have to actually put your whole mouth over my whole mouth and shove your tongue down my throat as hard as you can, and she never seemed to get that, so good luck to whoever the next bloke was, I guess. Anyway, all you did was use a little too much tongue.”

He was running to babble the way he always did when he was nervous, or trying to sell one of those absurd lies which he always pulled out of orifices even more indiscriminate than his arse, which never would have told a copper he was in the library after hours because he had been chasing after a stray cat: undoubtedly the criminal who had not only smashed the window, but made off with the librarian’s Jaffa Cakes. He was still standing in the doorway to the bathroom with one shoulder casually leant on the frame, as if he did not see much excitement in this new line which they were about to cross in their friendship; but the mouth was going on, quite independent of his brain, which must have been observing the tragedy in defenceless horror. It had gone to Oxford; not only gone, but winnowed out one of those firsts which were achieved by so small a percentage of students. Somehow the brain had done that, and was also doing this.

“You know what the proper amount of tongue is, then,” Arthur said, to preclude hearing anything else which might turn his stomach, or penis; and turning now to raise an eyebrow at the figure in the doorway, which finally had done the nigh on miraculous, and shut up.

“You want me to demonstrate or something?” Merlin asked, and shifted in the doorway. One of his hands in his pockets noticeably flinched; and he crossed one foot over the other, then crossed the other foot over the one foot. He took out one of his hands, to itch under his chin and at the nape of his neck. 

#preview #fic #train fic #merthur

[artaxlivs]

Trick, please? (Only if there's still time 😄)

Okay soooo I did go to your blog to make sure I'd be in the right realm of interests (Even though its a trick and I get to pick, I still want you to like it) and I saw these two things...and couldn't resist the combo.

Drumrolllllll, a frog leans out of the skrim on the stage and wails, "It's the special Halloween Muppet Show with tonight's guest star, His Royal Highness Arthur Pendragon!"

"And cue the dancing girls."

Arthur looks over to the scrawny dark haired man wearing the headset. He looks frazzled and strangely cold because it's sweltering backstage but he's got on a jacket and a red scarf around his neck for some reason. Maybe he's sickly?

"Excuse me-" Arthur starts to say loudly, trying to get the man's attention.

"Shhhh!" A chicken hisses at him.

A chicken.

Arthur raises an eyebrow and glares at her but she's not cowed.

A scraggly looking bear in a neckerchief leans across Arthur and looks out to the distance, waving his hands cheerfully, and says "Wokka wokka!" Then he wanders away.

Arthur sighs, turning to get the man in the headsets attention again.

"Listen, Arthur? Is it? I'm gonna need you to move aside. The dancing girls are coming straight through here in a second and you'll get run over." The man whispers, nudging Arthur into the corner behind his podium.

Scoffing and bristling because how dare he, Arthur starts to step back toward the man but a line of kicking cancan girls dressed like witches all linked together at the elbows kick their way past him. They continue kicking, linked together well into the hallway. Arthur shakes his head and moves back near the man again.

"Now, see here. You may address me as Your Royal Highness-" Arthur starts to say but then a pig in a black evening gown and opera gloves pushes him to the side. He thinks she's supposed to be dressed as Mortica Addams since the frog was wearing a pin striped suit and had a mustache drawn on.

"Merlin, Merlin, where is my Ker-my?" She pouts to the man in the headset.

"He's dealing with that blown tuba in the orchestra pit, Miss Piggy." He cringes a little like he's preparing for a physical blow.

"I need to talk to him about my number!" She hurumphs; her facial expression morphs into anger and she's squeezing her hands...hooves? No she has fingers - hands - into fists.

"Well, I'm here and His Royal Highness is here if you wanted to talk about your duet," the man, Merlin, waves his hand toward Arthur. When Miss Piggy gasps and crowds Arthur, Merlin's whole body relaxes and he turns back to his work, keeping one eye on the stage and one on his call sheet.

"Ohhhhh Arthur, may I call you Arthur? We're going to make such beau-ti-ful music together." She turns her body so she can lean into him and gaze up, eyelashes fluttering.

"Uh..um, er...yes. I mean, yes our duet will be good but no, you're not allowed to call me Arthur, it's Your Royal Highness," She starts to shake like she's going to explode and Merlin inches away from her, though he doesn't look over at her, almost like he's afraid to make eye contact. "You know what, just for tonight, you may call me Arthur."

She melts instantly, leaning in again, eyelashes fluttering, "Oh Arhth-y, I'm so hap-py. I have to go warm up my voice but I'll see you soon, okay?" She makes an air kiss and turns away. A chicken run across her path and she growls, voice dropping low and gravelly, "get out of my way you stupid chicken!" But then she simpers back of her shoulder, "by-yeeee!"

He can hear her singing "I Put a Spell on You" By Nina Simone as she walks away and he gulps.

"What-" Arthur starts to ask but then a Muppet in a chef's hat mumbles by, knocking Arthur into Merlin who ducks his head and blushes. "Excuse you!" Arthur almost shouts and the chef doesn't looks him just mumbles gibberish as he pushes a cart with a bubbling cauldron on stage.

The chef immediately starts throwing in whole bottles that say "eye of newt" and "dragon's teeth." The impact splashes and slooshes liquid over the sides of cauldron and it hisses as it splatters on the stage. He continues to mumble happily the entire time.

"If you'd get out of the way, Your Royal Highness," Merlin says snarkily, "you'd stop getting pushed out of it. Sit here." And he points to a chair next to his podium.

For a moment, Arthur thinks about being difficult because this person, this stage manager, this Merlin, can't tell him what to do, he's royalty, dammit. But then he nearly gets bowled over by the chickens again as they run across the stage in the middle of the chef's skit for apparently no reason.

"Why did the chickens cross the stage?" he asks in confusion.

The bear leans in from nowhere again, waggles his jazz hands and says, "To get to the other side! Wokka wokka!" and then he wanders away. Again.

Arthur sighs, sinking into the chair. What is wrong with these people?

The entire show seems to drag on for an eternity but also is over like a whirlwind and Arthur finds himself sitting next to Merlin for all but the two skits he's in. One where he's afraid that Miss Piggy actually did put a spell on him and another where he fought a dragon to save Miss Piggy.

The dragon was actually just four Muppet monsters wearing a big shaggy pink rug with a hole in it where one of the monsters stuck his head out and growled at Arthur menacingly before he stabbed it with a rubber sword. When Arthur returned to his chair after that one, he found Merlin smiling down at his call sheet, the tips of his ears as pink as the shag dragon.

As the night wears on, Arthur has to admit that he finds Merlin rather charming, efficient and well organized. When Miss Piggy comes to collect Arthur for their skit, Merlin blushes again, nodding to Arthur and advising him to break a leg, "but not really."

It's endearing really. And even amid the loud chatter of a herd of Muppet monsters and a broken tuba that sounds like a foghorn, Arthur finds his eyes drawn again and again to Merlin, with his secret little smile and his ears that are just a little too big. But every time he goes to ask Merlin out for coffee, there's some calamity happening that can only be solved by the stage manager.

After the final bows, Arthur returns to the stage manager podium, hoping to find Merlin but instead he finds a note addressed to "The Once and Future King." It contains only one sentence, "Not yet, but soon." It's signed with a drawing of a wizard hat.

#trick or treat asks #merlin #arthur pendragon #the muppets #wokka wokka

[mediocre-daydreams]

(ch.1) i don’t do love

the downfall of four preening teenage boys

pairing: sirius black x female! potter! slytherin! reader

summary: the whole school is enamored with the small slytherin and youngest potter sibling, sirius black being no exception. he can’t help but admire her, and he probably shouldn't, considering she was a) a proud slytherin, and b) his best mate’s little sister. did he mention she was his best mate’s little sister? it didn’t matter though, because his feelings were nothing but platonic. ...right?

warning: slow burn (and i mean super slow), cursing, mentions of ants, maybe really horrible banter, NO (Y/N), she/her pronouns

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: this is my first time writing fanfic literally ever i’ve been a blog stalker for months now and keep running out of fics so i’ve decided to write my own :00

It wasn’t unusual for the students of Hogwarts to see a small green figure dancing alongside the looming presence of the Marauders; a year younger and with a reputation for trouble in her own right, James Potter’s younger sister was a sly, free-willed fifth year with a penchant for befriending all.

“You know what really pisses me off? The fact that Flitwick likes you and not us when you fool around in Charms just as much.”

James was resting in the shade of a courtyard tree, head pressed against the trunk to look up at you, who was perched on a sturdy branch next to Peter. His Charms textbook laid unread in the grass beside him.

“What in Merlin’s name are you two doing up there anyway?” Lupin asked, peering over his book and lifting his head from Sirius’ lap to get a better view. You laughed, nudging Peter’s arm with your own.

“You wouldn’t understand, Remus. You’re too much a prefect to appreciate fun.” Peter chided.

“Moony’s always been a bit of a stickler for the rules, hasn’t he? Like a good boy.” Sirius stood, dusting off his pants and making his way over to a displeased-looking Remus.

“Right. Coming from the literal dog.” Peter jumped off the branch, laughing at James’ comment while you smiled in confusion from your place among the leaves.

“Sometimes I don’t understand you four. James and I don’t have any sibling intuition; please don’t tell me that guys have some magical testosterone-fuelled ability to telepathically communicate.” You swung your legs leisurely, and Sirius caught them between his hands and forced them into a still position. “Let go of me, you fiend!”

“Nah, James telepathically told me that I should bother you extra today. Isn’t that right, Prongs?” Sirius tugged on your shoelaces until they loosened, pulling off one shoe and trying to grab hold of the other while you swung your feet around to avoid his grasp.

“Sorry, ant. If Flitwick isn’t gonna torment you, someone else has got to do it.” You let out an exaggerated groan, flinging your hands in the air. You regretted it immediately, as your momentary tantrum gave Sirius the opportunity to steal your other shoe. He pumped his fist in victory, tossing both of them across the courtyard.

“Sirius Black, you arsehole! What was that for?” He only grinned and pinched your cheeks.

“I like seeing you flustered, ant.” James heaved a dramatic sigh, not even bothering to look up from the textbook he had finally begun to read.

“Padfoot, stop flirting with my sister or I will practice this dangling jinx on you right now.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, leaning against the branch you sat on, and looked up at you, amused at your brother’s discomfort. “Aw, Jamie, aren’t you the one always encouraging me to date more? Fool around? Live a little?”

“Absolutely not! You know I’d never- you’re fucking with me, aren’t you.” He deadpanned. The three other Mauraders can’t help but tease.

“Aw, Jamie, you’re just jealous your sister gets more girls than you do.”

“Jamsey-poo, you see the way that people look at her, don’tcha? First years… third years… fifth years… dare I say, sixth years? Or should you get your glasses checked?”

“Jamie-wamie, don’t you know your sister’s a heartbreaker?”

James’ face grew redder and redder as he pursed his lips to bite down the reaction he knew his friends were trying to get out of him.

“James, you’re the last person to scold someone for flirting when that’s the only way you can communicate with Lily.” Your words were enough to push him over.

“Alright, alright, fine! Flirt away, you degenerate, just not with my damn sister!” James couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face. “And for your information, I absolutely can converse with Evans through non-flirting forms of communication! You just… haven’t been there to witness it.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it,” you taunted, turning to face Sirius. “And you!” You punctuated your words with a flick to his forehead. “Retrieve my shoes like a good boy.” Sirius lowered his head in mock shame, scuffling to the other end of the courtyard. He returned with a bow and a flourish, helping you put on your shoes with a bit more flush on his cheeks than there should’ve been. Must be the heat, you thought.

“Hey Prongs, where did the whole ‘ant’ thing come from anyway?” You froze, eyes widening comically as you shook your head; your brother perked up and met your eyes with a smugness that spelled your doom.

“Well, our favorite ant here had a bit of a phobia for her namesake back in the day… we should’ve known she wouldn’t be a Gryffindor; seeing one ant would make her cry. ‘Too squishy,’ she used to say.”

“Alright, you need to shut your arrogant little-” Sirius clamped a hand over your mouth as he listened to James with glee.

“As I was saying, the ants were squishy. ‘Course, anthills are everywhere if you have grass, and one day she’s out with the neighbors and comes home absolutely bawling—I’m talking snot dripping out the nose, sweaty hair, eyes puffed shut—with her knees and elbows all banged up. Mum thinks one of the neighbor boys pushed her over, but really, she’d been running and came across an anthill and tried to run away so fast she tripped over herself and stepped on some of the ants. She was inconsolable for at least a week; refused to eat anything mushy or spherical or anything which vaguely resembled or reminded her of an ant. Basically, just crackers and water, the latter of which she also had an aversion to because it was ‘the texture of ant blood.’ She had nightmares for a solid month, I think. The poor thing still refuses to touch a blackberry.”

You were glad you had just been taught the aguamenti spell because you felt as if your face could burst into flames at any moment. Your horror worsened as the four Marauders began to laugh, James snorting with the sort of satisfaction an older sibling has when they humiliate their younger one, while Peter held onto the tree as he wheezed. Remus and Sirius were doubled over in laughter, the two of them holding each other up as they gasped for air.

“You- blackberries- no wonder-” Remus huffed, much to your chagrin.

“And the- nightmares- squishy ants- you-” Sirius and Remus looked at your face, all scrunched up and annoyed, then looked at each other and burst into a second wave of laughter, clutching their sides in pain as they howled.

“You talk big game for someone who’s scared to drink water,” Peter smiled, taking sympathy on you. You wondered if he had experienced being the butt of the joke too many times.

“You all talk big game for a gang of preening teenage boys who can’t tell the difference between daisyroot and goosegrass!” The four quickly sobered. “Yes, I remember the incident.”

“You know what,” Sirius interrupted loudly, “I think it’s time we kill the name ‘bug!’ From now on, it’ll be my absolute pleasure to test a new range of titles for you. How does that sound, darling?”

“Good Godric, you little fucker-” James scrambled to his feet as Sirius’ bright laugh rang through the air; the pair rushed off into a corridor of unsupecting students just trying to enjoy a quiet weekend. You stand up on the branch you’ve been perched on to get a better view.

You, Remus, and Peter couldn’t help your amusement at the sight of one (1) Sirius Black screaming with childish delight as he ran from one (1) James Potter, shouting increasingly detailed threats, most of which have to do with Sirius’ testicles. It seemed the onlookers felt the same way, as the two boys’ ruckus drew small giggles and pointed fingers from various students. Unfortunately, it also drew Professor Flitwick.

“James Potter! Sirius Black!” Flitwick strode over the two, who stood straight and tried to hide their delight. “You two are consistently receiving Poors in Charms; is it because this is what your weekend activities look like? Two weeks of detentions for the both of you, and 5 points from Gryffindor! I expect to see you two in my office on Friday, 7PM sharp, for an extra Charms essay.”

As the two boys approached, with much less disappointment than two people who just received detentions should have, Remus wrapped his arms under yours and helped you off the tree with a grand swing in the air and a delicate landing. Sirius smiled at you, missing your brother’s faux glare in his direction.

“Padfoot, you are a bad influence on my little sister here.” He propped his elbow on your head as if you were an inanimate object, your swipes at his arm doing little to discourage him.  “First, you teach her to flirt, and then you go off and get yourself in detention in front of her! She’s gonna start picking up your madness.”

“Ah, Prongs, you couldn’t stop her if you tried.”

You beamed up at him. He thought he might vomit.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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#sirius x you #sirius black #sirius x reader #siriusblack #sirius orion black #maurauders era #mauraders #reader insert #the mauraders #the marauders imagine #sirius black imagine #james & peter & remus & sirius

[orion-lake]

Happy New Year! I wanted to shout out “some” posts of 2022 that I really loved. I want to say thank you to all fellow gif makers to put in the time and effort to share their creations. 

Please do not feel bad if you’re not on the list. I have a running queue on my blog, so my post number per month is fairly huge. So I may just have missed your post. 

Feel free to share, and please, if you like a post, please reblog and share the love.

January 2022

Morgana Pendragon ▶ Season 3, Episode 02: “The Tears of Uther Pendragon: Part Two” - @katieskeep

YENNEFER APPRECIATION WEEK | favorite outfit - @yenvengerberg

— New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift - @antoniosvivaldi

WOLF MOON | S1E1 - @teenwolfgifs

February 2022

‘cause we never go out of style… - @jumpthensfall

HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT - @newrcmantlcs

March 2022

the wheel of time gifset - @scinnlaece​

allison argent gifset - @bericas​

bau ladies + tarot cards - @cabotism (deactivated)

HARRY POTTER film series based on the novels by the same name (2001-2011) - @yourstarfuckerworld  (deactivated)

stiles stilinski & lydia martin TEEN WOLF (2011-2017) - @crazysjane (deactivated)

MISTY & NATALIE in Yellowjackets | Season One [insp] - @queencalanthes

April 2022

Charmed | Patty & Prue & Piper | Head Above Water - @littletonpace

NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES: The Marauders - @some-people-call-it-tragic

Man the boundaries. Protect us. Do your duty to our school. - @hermoiine

THE DORA MILAJE aka “THE ADORED ONES” - @rachelschu (deactivated)

May 2022

ALL MY GIRLS LIKE TO FIGHT. - @bericas

↳ ingrid, the snow queen - @thewildmother

hogwarts houses common rooms aes - @ostara-goddess

harry potter meme: [1/3] colours. teal - @19-17

laura’s 10k celebration (top 30 ships as voted by my followers) ✵ 21 ➳ buffy summers & spike - @katherineebishop

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE (2009) dir. David Yates - @mike-mills

June 2022

i got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined - @learned-civility

the big seven + planets symbolism (insp.) - @hermiione

July 2022

doctor who appreciation week day three ☆ favorite season/era  - @benoitblanc

Taylor Swift in 2021 - @wishfulthinkinglove

AU SPUFFY - they can be a romcom if they want - - @l0veisntbrains

taylor swift gifset - @treachreous

August 2022

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) - @drsattlers

↳ SCOOBY-DOO (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell - @wakandasforever

— Taylor Swift on 💜 Last Kiss 💜 - @antoniosvivaldi

September 2022

#MetalMonday | ✟ Rest in Peace ✟ (Dorothy) - @x--daughters-of-darkness--x

October 2022

TEEN WOLF APPRECIATION WEEK ☽ day one: female character(s) - @unspokenstydia

MERLINWEEK2022 | DAY 02 Favourite scene or season : season 04 (insp) - @thebookluvrr1816

#the journey - @payidaresque

MERLIN WEEK 2022 day 1: favourite character ➛ arthur pendragon + dnd character sheet (in/sp.) - @arthurpendragonns

DAILYMARVELSTUDIOS 5K CELEBRATION: FAVORITE MARVEL DYNAMIC - @dailymarvelstudios

November 2022

Bridgerton Siblings + Love Interest - @marlenadia

laura’s 11k celebration (top 40 characters as voted by my followers) ✵ 40 ➳ emma swan - @katherineebishop

Grace & Frankie + final scenes - @jakeperalta

Vampire Appreciation Week [2022] October 27th ~ Favourite Vampire/Vampire Dynamic - @sulietsexual

Bridgerton Couples + Tropes - @marlenadia

VAMPIRE APPRECIATION WEEK 2022 - day one: favorite vampire CAROLINE FORBES - The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017) - @naiey

December 2022

EDWINA & KATE SHARMA — The Sun & The Moon - @gifshistorical

WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS as TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUMS - @reputayswift

favorite non-romantic dynamic MISS EDWINA AND QUEEN CHARLOTTE - @edwinadaily

WEDNESDAY (2022) + RAINBOW - @usergif

marvel characters - @annelisters

WELL! THE PLAN HAS SOME FLAWS, ADMITTEDLY. - @phoebehalliwell

Favorite Romantic Pairing — Colin and Penelope Bridgerton - @wandarogers

WEDNESDAY: SEASON 1 (2022) - @vanessacarlysle

#posts of 2022!

[theoreticslut]

Mutually Curious // g.w.

george weasley x reader

requested: for @anxiousblanketqueen’s bday wc

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ themes, mutual masturbation, slight dom/sub roles 

A/N: hey loves! I’ve been wanting to post this one for like a week and I just never got around to it because finals are seriously kicking my ass. I am so stressed and so tired and I just want it all to be over with. But i also really wanted to get this out before Jill’s bday on wednesday (you should totally check out her blog and participate in her bday sleepover 💗) ! Ideally, I wanted to get all the fics out for her bday wc before her bday, but alas that is not happening. Oh well, she’ll just get some late presents 😂💗 Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Xx

You truly enjoyed days like this - where you had nowhere to go or nothing to do. You could simply lay around all day and do whatever you pleased without feeling guilty that you were avoiding something else.

What made days like this even better is when they were spent with your best friend, George. You two had been inseparable since second year, ever since you got seated next to each other in Charms class.

Throughout the decade you’ve known each other, your friendship has evolved in some rather beautiful ways. It started with pulling pranks and just having fun in each other’s company. Then you guys started sharing secrets and deep late-night thoughts. Eventually, nothing was off-limits for the two of you to talk about.

You both were just so comfortable with the other that it wasn’t odd to share intimate details that you’d hesitate to tell others. You knew each other inside and out, ranging from the basics of favourite colours and foods, to the more advanced knowledge of deepest fears and wishes, all the way to the ultimate comfort level of knowing each other’s preferences and stories from the bedroom. You just felt completely at ease talking to George no matter what the topic was, and he reciprocated that ease.

You two never run out of things to talk about, though, as you’re always finding out more about yourselves, whether that’s a new kink you want to explore or a new fact you learned.

Today was no different. Without even thinking about it, you’re voicing a rather interesting segway question.

“You know what I’ve kind of always wanted to try?”

“What’s that, darling?” George asks, looking up at you as he’s laid down by your feet.

“Masturbating with someone.”

You can just barely hear him let out a groan before he’s humming out an answer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just wonder what it’d be like, you know, being intimate and vulnerable like that without necessarily touching the other. Not that you couldn’t touch the other, though.”

You watch as he seems to think about your statement for a couple seconds, nodding lightly.

“Yeah, it’d definitely be interesting. I mean, it’s fun to tease your partner that way - you know, not letting them touch themselves while you get yourself off - but I’ve never really thought about both people masturbating.”

“I don’t know what I’d think about it.” You admit.

“I feel like it could be embarrassing, but at the same time it really does sound like fun.”

Frowning in thought, you lean back to look at the ceiling. You can only imagine what it’d be like to masturbate with someone present. All of that attention on you, basically putting you in a spotlight. You’re not so sure about that.

“Why do you think it’d be embarrassing?” George frowns as he props himself up to look at you. He’s known you long enough now to know that you don’t get embarrassed very easily. Why would you find mutual masturbation embarrassing? It’s not like you would be the only one doing it.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m thinking I might feel too exposed?” You sigh.

“Being naked in front of a guy, touching myself, having him watch? Like with sex at least his hands are on me so his attention is a bit divided. I’m not under his full gaze, you know?”

He hums, thinking about your words. He could understand how it could be uncomfortable to have a person’s undivided attention, but at the same time he thinks it sounds pretty great - having your attention solely on him as he strokes himself. And just the idea of getting to watch you pleasure yourself has him excited, his cock twitching happily in his trousers.

“We could always try it?” He offers, not hesitating to share his thought.

“What?” You ask, a bit incredulously, sitting up to look at him, meeting his gaze almost immediately.

“I mean, if you want to. It’s not like we haven’t talked about doing things with each other before, and we’d just be getting ourselves off. We wouldn’t have to touch each other if you didn’t want to.” He explains as he rubs at the back of his neck, clearing his throat as his cock grows at the idea of watching you squirm as you come undone in front of him.

You can’t help the little needy whine that escapes your lips, cheeks growing warm at the idea. You’ve only thought of George in bed with you at least a thousand times by now. There’s no way of stopping the thoughts of his cock and what it’d look and feel like from running through your head.

“And we’re already comfortable with each other, yeah? That could help you not feel so embarrassed.” he offers, hoping you agree. He’s only dreamt of you a thousand times by now, picturing what your body looks like and what your moans and whines sound like. It’s not uncommon for him to pop a boner at the thought of you. 

You nod, understanding his thoughts. Honestly, there’s no one else you could imagine trying this with. While you’re embarrassed at the idea of your best friend seeing you naked and so vulnerable, the idea excites you to no end. You already felt safe with him, so why try this with anyone else?

“What do you say, y/n? You want to try it?”

You nod, a small whimper falling from your lips as you do. You never thought that you’d ever actually do anything with George, but Merlin have you wanted to. That’s one of the only downfalls of being so close with george - you can’t help but get turned on and want to see how true his stories are when he shares them with you.

“Y-yeah. Do you?”

“Godric, yes.” He moans, nearly panting already as he never turns his attention from you. If you thought you got turned on by his stories, you should try paying attention to him more when you tell yours. He’s constantly hiding an erection and trying to not pounce on you and make you his.

“O-okay.” You smile, already blushing as you gently chewing on your bottom lip as you figure out what to do first.

You figure that you should probably both undress first, so you cautiously grab the hem of your shirt, his eyes trained on you as he sits up.

Smiling and gently biting on your bottom lip, you slowly lift up the material to reveal your simple black bra to him, not able to stop the soft giggles from your lips as he groans.

“We’ve barely started and you’re already teasing me?”

“Not teasing you yet, Georgie. I’m just undressing.” You smirk, removing your shirt from your body.

He moans, eyes roaming over your exposed skin. Sure he’s seen your skin before while you wear shorter clothes in the summer, but watching you undress in this context for him is something he just can’t get over. He knows he’s not the first person to see your body, but that doesn’t matter when he’s the one who gets to see it right now.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. You know that, don’t you?”

You smile, a blush on your cheeks as you take in his words. You’ve been told by a number of people that you’re beautiful, but hearing it from George’s lips is otherworldly. It feels so much more sincere and intimate coming from him.

George smiles, watching as you melt at his words. He’s loving how absolutely adorable you currently look with a blush on your cheeks half undressed for him.

“Keep undressing, baby. I want to see you.” He urges, leaning back a little to spread his legs.

“Aren’t you going to?”

“Eventually, I promise. I want you to show me your beautiful body first. Can you do that for me, baby?” He asks, trying his best to contain a groan. Seeing you so vulnerable and pouty is more attractive than he would have thought.

You nod, smiling as you watch his eyelids droop in pleasure, a low moan passing through his lips.

You slowly untie the drawstrings on your sweatpants, smirking as his eyes follow every movement of your hands.

Carefully, you trail your hands over your body on top of your bottoms, enjoying the needy whimper that leaves George’s mouth. You grab at your inner thighs, purposefully avoiding your sex, loving the way that George is squirming in his spot.

Smirking, you slip your hands under the waistband of your pants, finally pulling them off your legs.

“Fuck, darling.” George groans, head lolling backwards.

He can’t help the grunt that leaves his lips at the soft giggles rising from your chest. He’s trying his best to behave, but all he wants is to take control of you.

“Georgie, you’re not watching.” You giggle, teasingly pulling the straps of your bra down off your shoulders.

“You’re being a tease, darling.”

“I would never, Georgie.” You smirk, loving the way his eyes darken at the sight of your bra straps hanging around your arms.

“No one likes a liar, y/n. Behave, angel, or maybe I’ll just leave you to get yourself off in front of me. Won’t let you see me.”

You whine, thighs clenching together at his threat as a pout forms on your puffy lips. George had mentioned he was pretty dominate, but you never expected it to be so hot, nor could you ever truly picture it. 

“No. George, please don’t. I’m being a good girl. I promise.”

Whining at his dark chuckle, you watch as he situates himself a bit on the bed.

“Show me then. Show me how good you’re being.”

You nod, unclipping your bra and tossing it across the room. You grope at your breasts, a moan falling from your lips at the pure pleasure of it.

You hate to admit it, but from the moment george offered to try this, you had gotten extraordinarily aroused. You needed relief and you were finally getting some from your touch against your breasts.

“Such pretty tits, baby.” He praises, eyes glued to your chest and the way you wriggle under your own ministrations.

“Why don’t you take one of your hands, angel, and touch yourself through your panties? I bet your wet already, yeah?”

You whine, trailing your right hand down your body to the waistband of your panties, teasing it gently. You slide your pointer finger just under the band, enough to lift it from your skin and send shivers throughout your body, before you let it softly snap against your body.

“You like teasing yourself, darling?” George asks, restraining from touching you himself.

He just wants to see how wet you are. The idea of a wet spot growing on your panties while you rub yourself has him nearly wild.

You smirk, chewing on your bottom lip as you start to touch yourself, your fingers against your heat feeling amazing.

“Oh, George. Feels so good.” You moan, eyes shutting and head falling back against the pillows.

“I bet it does, darling. I bet you want to finger yourself right now, yeah?”

“Yes. Yes, George. I do.”

“Well wait a minute now, okay? You want to watch me undress, yeah?”

You nod lazily, trying your hardest to prop your head back up through your initial wave of pleasure.

He smiles, loving your blissed out face already as he lifts off his shirt. He smirks as he hears you hum in admiration.

Once off, he tosses it onto the floor and turns his attention back to you. He can’t help but chuckle as he watches your eyes trail over his torso. He knows he’s fit, having played quidditch for years, but having you admire his body has his ego rapidly inflating.

He carefully undoes the button on his jeans, slowly undoing the zipper and watching as you watch his every move.

He groans as he notices you slowly start rubbing your fingers over your pussy through your panties.

“So pretty for me, darling. Touching yourself while I undress. You’re so pretty, but you’re needy, yeah? Can’t even wait ‘til I’m out of my trousers.”

He smirks at the whine that leaves your lips, watching as your fingers slow down and you squeeze your legs together.

“M sorry, Georgie.”

“Don’t apologize, darling. I like how needy you are.” He smiles, watching you with pure adoration.

You blush at his words, unaware that he’s watching you intently as you watch his hands.

You whine as he slowly pulls off his pants, his boxers coming right along with them. You nearly drool as you watch his cock spring free from their constraints, and the groan that leaves George’s lips alongside it is pure heaven.

“Can you take off your panties, baby girl? Please?”

You nod, carefully hooking your fingers under the material on each of your hips, before swiftly sliding them down your legs, leaving you bare in front of your best friend.

“Godric you’re so pretty. Knew you would be, but bloody hell, darling.”

You blush, a whine slipping past your lips as he chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

You start at your chest again, softly groping each of your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You sigh gently at the feeling, registering George’s heavy panting across from you.

You carefully open your eyes to look at him, finding it difficult due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

You watch as he slowly strokes his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit for a second or so whenever he reaches the top. Moaning softly at the sight, you slowly start trailing your hand down your body towards your sex.

Bucking against your hand as you reach your clit, you listen as George hisses, drawing your attention to him.

You watch as he grips his cock a bit tighter, his eyes closing gently in pleasure, falling backwards.

“You look so handsome, Georgie. Love when you throw your head back.” You giggle, loving the groan that leaves him and the small smile that forms on his face.

“You’ll be the death of me, y/n. The absolute death of me.” He smiles, watching as you blush and close your eyes gently while you play with your clit. This feels so much better than you could have imagined, your pussy already so wet and fluttering for george.

“Oh, George!” You gasp as you slip your middle finger past your folds, not thinking much about your actions anymore. whatever felt good is what you were doing.

“Ohhh, feels so good.” You mumble, starting to finger yourself as George watches intently, throat going dry. He wants nothing more than to take over for you, to finger you himself and to maybe get a taste. It’s taking everything in him to hold back, wanting to watch you pleasure yourself.

He watches as your fingers speed up, drawing you closer and closer to your release, moans and whimpers falling freely from your lips.

Before either of you truly realize it, you’re gasping as you come undone in front of him. You can feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt as the haze of pleasure slowly clears from your mind.

“That was so hot, baby.” George states, mouth softly closing as he watches you come to, his cock throbbing as he’s close to release himself just from watching you. 

“Oh, George. Y-you haven’t cum.” You pout, looking over his face as he scoffs.

“I don’t care, darling. Seeing you come undone was more than enough.”

“But-“

“C-can I touch you? I want to finger you, baby. Please?” He asks, cutting you off from whatever argument you were going to give.

“You want to finger me?” You ask, a little surprised at his bluntness.

George nods enthusiastically, practically drooling at the idea. He can just imagine how warm and soft you must feel.

“C-can I touch you?”

“Merlin, please. Yes, y/n. Please touch me.” He begs, finding it hard to wait for your answer.

“Okay then. Go ahead, Georgie.” You blush, biting on your bottom lip as he practically pounces on you, fingers quickly finding your folds and running through them.

You jolt at the sudden friction, your previous orgasm having left you more sensitive than you realized.

“Hold on, George.” You gasp, grabbing a hold of his wrist to stop his ministrations.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Didn’t do anything wrong, baby boy, I’m just sensitive. Need you to give me a second.” You explain, trying to catch your breath.

He nods, breath catching in his throat at the pet name. He’s had women be more dominant with him, but none have ever called him that. He never realized just how nice it could sound, but he’s sure it only sounds so nice because you spoke it. Regardless, he wants to hear you say it again.

“Okay, Georgie. Start gentle, please.”

“Like this?” He asks, his fingers barely touching you as he circles your entrance, occasionally dancing up to play with your clit.

“Just like that. Feels so good, baby. You can add a little more pressure if you want.”

You gasp, nodding as he increases the pressure in which he touches you.

“So good, Georgie.” You sigh, slowly reaching out for his cock between the two of you.

“C-can you call me that again?” He asks a bit bashfully, shivering as you faintly circle his tip with your finger.

“Call you what?”

“B-aby boy.” He gasps, your hand grasping around him tighter.

“Oh? You like that name, do you? Like being called baby boy?” You giggle, stroking his cock slowly.

“Yes.” He groans, bucking into your hand.

“Alright, Georgie, baby. You’re doing so good, but you can speed up now if you’d like to baby boy.”

He nods, finally taking control of your pleasure now that he knows you’re okay. He sighs as he can smell, and practically taste you, wanting more than anything to do so.

You quicken your movements on his cock as you feel yourself clench around his fingers. You want, more than anything, to make sure he gets to cum this time around.

“So close, Georgie. I want you to cum with me, baby boy. You think you can do that?”

He nods, bucking once again into your hand as you swipe your thumb over his slit, spreading his pearly precum around.

You can feel him twitch as you smirk, moaning as he leans up to start kissing at your neck.

“George.” You whine, eyes closing at how amazing his lips feel on you.

“Yes, darling?” He smirks.

“Who’s the tease here, now?” You pant, squeezing at his cock as you stroke him, loving as he shivers in pleasure.

“I th-ink it’s still you, baby.” He smirks, nipping at your neck.

“If you’re going to kiss me, can it at least be my lips?” You pout, wanting to kiss him so bad. You’ve always wondered what his lips would feel like against yours.

He chuckles, leaning up a bit further to capture your lips with his, both of you moaning at the sensation.

You can feel him twitch against you as you clench around his fingers, both of you close, but you had a feeling George was closer.

Sighing into the kiss, you squeeze your hand around the base of his cock, gently tracing the outline of his balls as he jolts.

“Fuck!” He groans as he cums, spilling his warm seed onto your thigh as you clench around him again, so close to cumming a second time.

“I’m so close, Georgie. Don’t stop, baby, please.” You beg, still slowly stroking him to milk his release.

With his eyes shut tight, he curls the two fingers inside you, perfectly hitting where you needed him to to send you over the edge.

“Yes, George!” You gasp, coming undone on his fingers.

He groans, eye shooting open although they’re heavy with his own pleasure. There’s no way he’s going to miss watching you cum around his fingers.

“So...pretty. So pretty, angel.” He mumbles, completely blissed out from his own release and then watching yours.

He sighs as he gently removes his fingers from your sex, groaning as he stuffs them into his mouth.

You both lay there for a few minutes, him laying practically on top of you as you both regain your energy and catch your breaths.

He’s the first to look up at you, admiring the post-coital state you’re in - happily playing with his hair and thinking with a soft smile fixed on your lips.

“So? What did you think?” He murmurs, watching you for your reaction.

You smile as you look down at his face, taking in how tired he looks.

“It was amazing, George. Something I’d definitely be willing to do again.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. I’m thinking next time we go all the way? What do you think?”

“All the way?” You ask him, quirking a brow in amusement.

“After you taste me, we get to see how my dick feels inside you.”

“Oh, so you just want to fuck now, yeah?” You laugh, pausing your hand in his hair as he chuckles, burying his face into your neck in slight embarrassment.

“Well, I’d kind of like to take you out on a date and ask you out if that’d be okay?” he smiles, muffled by your neck as he presses hot kisses to the skin.

“Oh yeah?” You tease, smiling just as he nips at your neck, sending a shiver throughout your body.

“Definitely. Best friends is wonderful, but I think we both know we want more, yeah?” He smiles, watching as you chuckle, a small blush taking over your cheeks.

“Just took us messing around to actually admit it.” He adds.

“Admit what now, Georgie?”

“That I want to be with you, as your boyfriend and maybe more someday. That I love you and always have.” He smiles cheekily, leaning up to kiss you as you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“I love you.” You smile, absentmindedly picking up where you left off in playing with his hair.

You both lay in a comfortable silence for a minute or so, basking in each others love and body heat. You never expected your day to turn out like this, but you were glad it did. 

“Thank you for trying this with me, but I agree, next time we go all the way.” 

George chuckles at your words, a smile on his face as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you in close to him for a short nap.

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What if Lily in ‘lily and the art’ was born at the same year as Tom Riddle, and for some reason, Lily and James die young again and Lily is sent to Wools?

Anon is referring to "Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus" a fanfic that in and of itself once spanned a multiverse and I'm sure whose mention confuses this blog endlessly.

I think this is a more complicated question than you intend, anon.

It also is more or less requesting I write out the story which I'm in no mood to do. So, you just get my meandering thoughts instead.

A Lily Born in 1926 to a James Potter and Lily Evans

Lily's background is so different she might as well not be born to James and Lily at all. What do I mean by this?

The circumstances in which James and Lily got together, and then died, were extremely specific and very much shaped who Harry Potter and any iteration of him (including Lily) became. They were very young, literally just finished with their primary education, they were part of an illegal resistance movement run by their principal against the dark lord who was an imminent threat to their country/a domestic phenomenon that the legitimate powers of the country (aurors/government) seemed disinclined to do anything about. They quickly went into hiding where they were then betrayed by a close friend, murdered, and little Ellie Potter then became the close equivalent to that society's messiah.

Well, what if we put them in 1926?

The times are different, there's been no dark lord (Grindelwald himself is not in power and very likely not making any waves whatsoever even if we take Fantastic Beasts seriously). Anti muggleborn sentiment is still rampant but we're in a time period where a Potter marries a Black, it's very unlikely that James Potter's current family would approve him pursuing muggleborn Lily Evans. The depression has hit England, but it's unclear if it ever really effected the wizards who, at least economically, are effectively quarantined from the muggle world. Dumbledore is only a professor who has not yet built up his network of moles/spies/fighters that he had by the early 1980's (though per Fantastic Beasts, if we take it seriously, he does seem to have employed a reluctant and somewhat witting Newt Scamander as his agent).

My point is this world is extremely different and that Harry Potter's backstory was very important. Perhaps not so much for the showing up at Wool's bit, but certainly in being introduced to the wizarding world.

If Lily's father was a pureblood who impregnated her muggleborn mother whose family then forced him to spurn her/place their bastard child in an orphanage for the shame of it, that's a very different story.

Similarly, if both died and Lily... somehow ends up in a muggle orphanage. In this world, that's a sign that her surviving pureblood relatives were all too eager to get rid of her and chances are she'll never find out her heritage. Unless her overwhelming talent is so overwhelming that the family seeks to get her back in the fold. She may be the daughter of a mudblood, but who cares when she's the next Merlin? (Though Lily being a girl rather than a boy, makes me have my suspicions about her talents ever being widely recognized period.)

Do it Anyway, Muffin

Fine, fine, we'll do it anyways. Honestly, to save myself a lot of trouble, I'm going to say that the Lily born in 1980 does it to herself. One moment, Dumbledore places her on a doorstep, the next, poof, that baby is on the doorstep of Wool's orphanage in the east end of London.

Why does she do this? Well, she's now caught unwittingly in a paradox where if a future Lily doesn't do it to herself then she radically changes the universe she knows, rids Tom Riddle of a very important figure in his life, and the universe itself may actually collapse. In other words, she doesn't know why she does it either, she just knows that she does.

Which, of course, is Lily's constant battle with time travel and why you shouldn't do time travel, kids, rids you of all sense of free will and determinism.

Right, so Lily and Tom both show up at the orphanage in 1926. Given Tom was right at the end of the year, December 31st, that means that Lily appeared sometime before him and is weeks/months/at most one year older than him.

What Happens?

I imagine, at first, the pair don't pay that much attention to one another. Lily herself is a rather odd duck, a girl, and more than likely keeps to herself/is a bit of a space cadet. Initially to Tom, who is a hate filled ball of rage, she's not going to be that interesting. She doesn't give him any trouble like some of the other orphans but she also doesn't do much of interest either. (Remember that initially, before dying in the original story, Lily wasn't all that blatant with her godlike abilities/even used them at all. She was making a point of playing nice with reality, and reality proved to be patchwork garbage she threw all of that out the window.)

Tom, of course, discovers his own talents, though when is unclear except that we know that it was likely at least a few years before Dumbledore showed up, and I imagine Lily looks at him and thinks "huh". Now, it boggles her mind why the universe should treat one person differently than any other. Tom, of course, believes he has a gift and is superhuman but Lily would more likely believe that the universe has, for some inexplicable reason, chosen him. After all, how could a single person possibly break the laws of thermodynamics. This, I imagine, would prompt her own exploration of the decaying universe and she likely decides a lack of imagination is the problem: anyone can do this, reality itself is the problem, it's just that the other orphans accept the Matrix and Tom Riddle is only so clever as to shout "fireball, fireball, fireball!"

Well, this is a big deal, Lily says to herself. The ability to play fast and loose with the universe like this is a) terrifying b) has a lot of interesting implications. Why, for example, do people die? They could rewrite the universe such that death is simply a non-concept. Why do people have to travel through time and space to get from point A to point B? Time and space mean nothing and can be squeezed together at will. In other words... the universe doesn't have to be the way it is and perhaps there could be a path to world peace.

If, of course, human beings could get along/not abuse this tremendous power and accidentally will the universe out of existence.

(Lily then has the terrifying thought that the current universe she lives in is some wise man's compromise. The world might have once looked very different and worked in a very different way, that it has so many laws and so many internal consistencies to her now points that this was planned. Which means that whatever came before... may have been worse.)

After a few sleepless nights, Lily decides to start a religion. And a young Tom Riddle, who had previously thought he was quite grand, suddenly takes acute notice.

Lily (Master of the Universe) and Tom (Master of Fireballs)

In a single morning, Tom is completely and utterly upstaged. This girl, who he has been completely ignoring and always assumed was something of an idiot, is now claiming to be Jesus' second coming and from the looks of it she's probably right.

Mrs. Cole, who had previously thought Tom was the devil's child, changes her mind. It's this other kid, it's probably always been this other kid, and holy god she is terrified. As are the other children.

Well, Tom takes off his white glove, slaps her across the face, and challenges her to a duel.

Lily... Did not expect any of this reaction. Sure, it's a little alarming and took her a bit to get over as well, but this just appears to be how the universe works and they'd all better get used to it because it's not going to change just because they dislike it.

As for Tom, she's not even sure what his deal is. After a bit of thinking she realizes that Tom had thought he was special, that it really was him at the center of all of this, and that this was very very very important to him and Lily... sort of just spat in his face and went "EVERYBODY CAN BE A WINNER".

Woops.

On the other hand, if she does duel him, well she's pretty sure she can crush him.

Right about then I imagine the aurors show up as Lily has been making terrifying, magical alterations, to the orphanage that have got to be noticed by somebody.

In an effort to be nice, Lily blames Tom, who will surely feel special that all these funnily dressed clowns are showing such interest in him. This, of course, backfires as it turns out the clowns are there to erase everyone's memories.

"Oh dear," Lily says, and decides this whole day has been a wash and forces time and space to unwind itself such that the day never happened and she starts it lying in bed again.

She starts over and she does so by deciding that, if nothing else, she's got to be nice to Tom and maybe, uh, help him progress a little beyond fireballs.

Tom Makes a New Friend

Much as in the original fic, Tom is not a fan, especially when Lily casually reveals that he's not even a big fish in a small pond. He was a small fish in a puddle, the pond contains a whale known as Lily.

This causes him much angst and he seeks to both a) show her up b) put her in her place. This doesn't work and only convinces Lily more that he needs help. (Also, every time they go too far the clowns show up, you don't want the clowns showing up.)

I imagine eventually Lily decides that she has to offer him something useful/interesting. So she decides to take him on vacation. There's so much world out there beyond London. They take trips through time and space where Tom learns a lot of life lessons that a) he is actually quite talented, Lily's just a god b) he enjoys being friends with Lily and the most painful c) people will try to use him to get to Lily.

Tom realizes that, painfully naive and optimistic as Lily is, people will try to take advantage of her and her unlimited power (as Tom effectively has now been doing for years), and that it seems to fall to him and him alone to protect her.

Dumbledore Shows Up

What does this mean? Well, it means that Dumbledore's visit becomes very interesting.

A funny man in a yellow suit shows up at Wools. Coincidentally, he wants to meet with Tom Riddle. He tells Tom that Tom was registered to attend a magic school for extraordinary people at the moment of his birth. Unlike canon, where this was Tom's first-time meeting someone like him, he just stares. And keeps staring.

He asks where Dumbledore was a few months ago (at Lily's eleventh birthday). Dumbledore has no idea what he's talking about (Lily, being an unwitting time traveler, was born in 1980 and thus not yet recorded in Hogwarts register).

Oh, Tom sees where this is going. Dumbledore is clumsily trying to tempt Tom to attend this school, leaving Lily alone and vulnerable, and while Tom is distracted thinking mighty well of himself, someone will swoop in, run off with Lily, and convince her to rewrite the universe in their favor.

Tom laughs in Dumbledore's face and tells him to get the fuck out.

Dumbledore... is very confused, and alarmed, he writes this off as Tom Riddle being an evil gremlin. An evil gremlin he must, nevertheless, convince to attend Hogwarts.

He tries to tell Tom that magic, indeed, is real and that Tom is special. Tom presses, just how special is Tom here? Dumbledore reluctantly admits that Tom is phenomenally talented.

(Right, Tom saw that coming, this is classic 'butter Tom up to make him stupid' which has been done several times before by this point.)

Tom still isn't interested, good day, Mr. Dumbledore, now please leave.

Dumbledore then drops the bomb. Tom really doesn't have a choice here. As a magical orphan, even muggleborn, Tom is considered a ward of the state with no guardian. Tom must pursue a magical education, he has no parent to deny him admission (Mrs. Cole doesn't count and has just been obliviated downstairs), and while he can choose any alternative of magical schooling, Hogwarts is his best and easiest option.

Sorry Tom, my dear boy, you're going to Hogwarts.

Tom reads this as "you're being kidnapped" and this starts to get very real. He decides to summon the clowns (who oddly enough only ever appear to show up in London). Unfortunately, Dumbledore himself seems to be a clown (Tom should have known from the suit) and Lily is forced to unwind time.

Lily notes that it looks like Tom is going to this school. She decides that she likes this magical boarding school aesthetic and she'll accompany him. Dumbledore suddenly finds, when he arrives at Wool's, that he has two letters in his hand (which is very funny as he only left with one this morning). He meets with both Lily and Tom. Tom glares daggers at him while Lily just says, "Oh hello, Mr. Dumbledore, we'd love to attend your clown school!"

Dumbledore decides that they're both the antichrist and lights Tom's wardrobe on fire. Tom officially hates this man more than he's hated anyone in his life (and that is a high bar).

Lily and Tom Go to Magic School

Neither are impressed. Lily had always thought that Tom was on the less talented end of the spectrum. Oh sure, he's leagues ahead of people who haven't figured it out at all but-- Well, there's a lot Lily can do that he just can't wrap his head around. Tom is very much the apprentice to her mastery.

Well, these people are ten thousand times worse. They rely on these wooden sticks, and even with those, can't do half of what Tom can do (who over the years has been undergoing Rocky IV style training to keep up with Lily and not feel so incompetent/embarrassed).

Tom votes they leave: this is the dumbest waste of time they've ever embarked on. And they've done some very dumb things. Lily's curious though.

Well, Tom is undoubtedly very bored and cries at the fact that he's made top of the class (what did he expect? What did he even expect? This is just embarrassing at this point and he wishes they all would shut up and get on with it) while Lily is dutifully ignored for being weird/a woman (also expected as if they're trying to butter Tom up then they're going to do so by making him feel artificially superior to her AND GODDAMMIT DON'T THESE PEOPLE HAVE ANY NEW TACTICS?)

Now, why his roommates keep trying to steal his things and beat him up, he doesn't know. Except he assumes they're just so dumb they honestly don't know what to do with him. That or they're a sad attempt at realism to make this not look completely fake. (He still beats them up, it's the principle of the matter.)

I imagine Tom lasts until Christmas at which point he very dramatically disavows Hogwarts and tells them they should all be ashamed of themselves and dramatically drops out at eleven years old.

And Then?

Tom and Lily continue on derpy adventures, running obliviously from the law/formal education, Lily eventually realizes her time travelling past and has to send her baby self back in time to Wool's.

Lily and Tom probably save the world from Grindelwald at some point, are declared national heroes, and Dumbledore just dies inside. He just dies.

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[m4r13l3y]

Oh no, she likes another boy

Sirius black x reader , Reader x Theodore Nott

(explanation to the fic) << plz read!

Warnings; angst, unrequited love, mentions of cheating, fluff ending (?) (open ending)

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“Where the fuck is he” You barged into the gryffindor common room, rage laced into your words, “Who?” James looked up from his homework with brows furrowed

“Who fucking else” You groaned, running up the stairs to the boys’ dorm

You knocked, no, pounded on the door. Sirius opened looking confused “What’s the matter?”

“Whats’s the matter?” You scoffed, “The fucking matter is that some girl just told me you cheated” The last three words coming out more like a whisper as a knot tied in your throat;

“Hello” you smiled at the 5th year who sat next to you, “hi do you know Sirius black?” She questioned

“Yea” you replied, eyebrows furrowed as to why a fifth year wanted to know if Sirius and yourself knew each other

“You guys are dating right?” you nodded, feeling like you could throw up at any second. The young girl explained how her upper-class friend and sirius had relationships,

you wanted to believe that she was lying, but how could you? This was the third time someone told you that he had done something like this and you still stayed with him, why? Because you are a fucking dumbass. You believed his witty “I love you’s” you believed when he said they were lying, but you were done.

Done with him treating you like you were nothing but trash off the sidewalk.

“Y/n its not that importan-“ Sirius deadpanned at you “not that important? Sirius I keep forgiving you because I’m so fucking stupid and you know that I am done.” You furiously wiped your tears, “I’m so done with you I promise”

“Sure you are” he rose his eyebrows, unbelieving of your statement, “fuck you Sirius black I don’t know how I ever loved you” you picked up your bag and slammed the door

It was no secret that everyone in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry that you and Sirius black had broken up, news had spread around quickly as you broke up with him because he cheated with some Ravenclaw

He never realized how much he had loved you until you left. Until guilt ran through his veins weeks after he realized what he had done with the girl and how wrong it was, until you were sobbing in his dorm the night you finished everything with him.

The first week was alright, it hadn’t fully hit him yet, he still joked and smiled even though he thought you’d forgive him the next day, like you normally would.

The second week was tougher, he finally saw you coming to dinners, but you wouldn’t talk to him or the marauders, James and Remus had gotten mad at him because they missed your witty jokes and caring remarks when they felt down

And then it was summer, he wrote to you almost every day. He knew you were in Italy with your family, but he still wrote, you never replied. That’s when it really hit him. On a cold winter night when he saw his owl come back with a letter, his letter. You hadn’t even opened it.

So here he was now, first night back from school, he hadn’t seen you anywhere. Not on the train, not at dinner, and now he was moving around in his bed trying to figure out an apology

The next morning he finally saw you. You had a bright smile on your face, one he hadn’t seen in so long and Merlin he missed it. You had made your way to the marauders, he knew you were not one to hold grudges and he was excited to know you were ready to forgive him

“Remus” you smiled “James”

Maybe not

“How was Rome?” Remus asked, “amazing!” You beamed “we went to this Italy city and it was so cool they had such nice stores..”

Your voice sounded muffled as he saw you talking to his friends. God how he fucking wished it was him you were smiling at, though his day dream was brought to a halt when your voice stopped at you stared at the hall entrance

“Oh my god” you whispered, the three boys turned around to see a brown fluffy haired boy with glasses and a gryffindor crewneck walk in, someone he definitely didn’t know

“Who’s that?” James furrowed his eyebrows, “that’s theo” you whispered with a smile “my boyfriend”

Sirius let out a laugh “y/n okay this went on for too long you don’t have to get me jealous..” he trailed off as soon as he saw you stand up, ignoring him, and rushed to theo

“Y/n!” The brown haired male beamed at your presence as he held your waist tightly

“I didn’t know you were transferring here!” You pulled away, “well yea, wanted to surprise m’girl” he chuckled

You kissed him briefly, missing the way Sirius’ clenched his jaw at the sight. And much to his dismay, you decided to bring the stupid boy over to their seating space

“This is Theodore” you sat down “he’s my boyfriend”

“That’s Sirius and Remus and James” you introduced the boys as they all gave curt nods

“Howd you two meet?” James rose an eyebrow, “Italy” you smiled “I don’t mean to leave so fast, but I have to say hi to the elves I’ll be right back” you kissed your boyfriends cheek and waved

“be nice please!” You shouted as you ran out of the hall

“Listen here pretty boy” Remus rose a brow as you walked away “if you hurt our y/n I promise you, the least of your worries will be a little jinx yea?”

“Ofcourse mate” Theo chuckled “I like her, like really like her she’s special”

Sirius stood up angrily and walked out of the hall. He went to the kitchens, were he knew you’d be, so he could ask for forgiveness along with maybe convincing you to break up with the bloody bloke he now hated

“Y/n” he whispered as he saw you, “hey Sirius” you gave a curt smile and waved goodbye to the elves

“Y/n Im sorry i don’t know why you’re with that kid but I promise you I’ll do better-“ he went on

“No Siri” you cut him off “you didn’t love me, I’m not going to break up with a guy that really likes me just because you’re jealous. You treated me so badly and I’m not okay with that. Sorry if it hurts your feelings, but I’m happy with him” you gave him a sympathetic smile and made your way out of the kitchens

So that day he spent up in his dorm, crying and dwelling on how he could’ve changed everything in your relationship with him

The next few nights were the same, as he watched you and that dense Theodore roam the hauls with your hands in a lock

He watched him ask you to the winter ball, he watched him ask you to be his valentine, and much to his liking; he watched you break up with him when the two of you agreed it’d be for the best

He still watched though, the way you and him hang out as friends, he wished the two of you could’ve ended on good terms so that you could be hanging out with him as friends

“Mate you have to stop this” James put a comforting hand on his shoulder “she’s moved on and you should too”

“S hard” he whispered “I loved her”

“Ofcourse you did, but things happen and it didn’t work out” James comforted, Sirius shook his head and went to bed

Years went on, a war started and finished, he took care of his godson when Peter was arrested, and he got his life on track. No more slouching and sleeping around with any girl, he was caring and he was a changed man, for the better

His thoughts too, went on. His mind, even years later, always came back to you. Your y/e/c irised, your loving kisses, and your smile. Your damn smile, his favorite feature. How you always smiled when he would kiss you, how you smiled at him one last time when you departed ways at the end of school, and how it was 1986 at grimmauld place and you were smiling brightly at the kids that were running around

“Y/n we are so happy to have you!” Molly beamed, “The pleasure is mine molly” you hugged her

“Harry!” You picked up the young boy into a hug “missed you aunt y/n” he nuzzled into your neck

After greeting everyone, dinner went on. The young kids played for hours before going to bed in their respective rooms, and you had walked into the dining room after putting harry to bed and Remus calling it a night,

“Hey Sirius” you smiled at him

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[pit-and-the-pen]

Kissing In Cars

hi it’s 1:30am. I was listening to a song that inspired a sappy, painfully cute fic.

No one asked for this but I felt the need to create this after hearing a specific song.

George Weasley x Female Reader. 

Warnings: A shit ton of fluff, angst if you squint super hard at one point Fred gets his shit wrecked by a bookshelf, 

flashbacks are in italics 

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George couldn’t believe his eyes. If someone had told him he was dead and in heaven, he would have gladly excepted that idea. Because it was easier that the person in white walking towards him was anything less than an angel. 

The only thing that was grounding him in that moment was his twins hand clapping down on his shoulder. “Pinch me” George threw over his shoulder in a whisper. 

“Why?”

“I have to make sure this is real.” George chuckled out. 

“Trust me mate. It’s real.” Fred elbowed him in the ribs lightly. 

If someone had told him how beautiful you would look coming down an aisle he would have married you the first time he saw you. 

-Year 4- 

He had bursted into charms five minutes late. Flickwit only glancing up slightly before giving the red head a quick glance telling him to hurry up and join the class. His normal seat next to his twin was taken. The only one available next to the timid girl in his year that no one really ever heard speak. As he sat down as quickly as he could, he noticed she spelt mildly of strawberries. George shrugged it off and took out a notebook and franticly tried to catch up with what was on the board. 

A heavy sigh came from besides him and suddenly two pages were shoved under his arms. In small tight cursive was what George guessed as the earlier notes. He flicked his eyes over to the girl next to him who gave him a small eyeroll before looking down at her papers with a small smile. That smile made him stop in his tracks. How had he never noticed how warm it was after four years in classes with her. 

The aisle was impossibly long. His muscles tensed, trying to stop himself from running up just to grab your hand. Just to feel how soft the lace would be against your skin. To make sure this was in fact real. 

His eyes locked on yours for the first time since you stepped into the room and the smile that crossed your face nearly swept him off of his feet. 

-Year 5-

“Stop it you prat, we really need to study.” You said through giggles as you balled up a piece of scrap paper to throw at the older twins head. 

“No but seriously. We could do it. We’d make a killing if we made them available for all students.” Fred piqued up from the corner, shoving down his own laughter. 

“And where would I fit into this?” You said, going along with it for a second. 

“Why you’d be our second in command.” 

“Technically third since there are two of us.” George added with a wink towards you “No hard feelings I hope.”

“Oh no.” You said throwing your arms up. “Just choose your brother over me I see.” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave a small fake pout. 

“See that’s a hard spot to be in. My best mate and brother, or my best girl?” He taps his chin for a second before giving you a full on smile. “Sorry Fred. Gotta make her happy.” He says grabbing both sides of the top of your head and giving you a small kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Ass.” You said smacking him lightly at the sarcasm dripping from his voice. George was your best friend. Regardless of how fast your heart was beating at the small act of affection, joking or not.

You lock eyes with Fred and he gives you a knowing look before you give a very rude hand gesture and he just laughs. Shaking his head. 

Finally, you reach him. He vaguely processes the person next to you placing your hand in his. This felt right. Like his hand was always meant to be in yours. Like it was a missing puzzle piece that finally had been found under the couch. 

-Year 6-

“If you pull at your dress one more time. Love, you look amazing.” George Said, pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

“What if she doesn’t like me. What if she doesn’t like the color of my dress. Merlin, I knew I should have gone wit the blue one.” You voice breaking into a full panic. George grabs the sides of your face lightly. 

“Hey, hey.” He looks into your eyes and makes you take a deep breath with him. “She’s gonna love you, you know why?” You shake your head. “Because I love you.” He bends down and gives you a soft peck on the lips. Quieting any protest that was about to come out of your mouth. 

The words being spoken in front of him didn’t seem to matter. They floated in one ear and out the other like an unknown melody. The only thing he could focus on was the person in front of him. Her voice, the way the dress clung to her in all the right way making her look impossibly more beautiful. All that mattered right now was how much longer until he got to officially say he was your and you were his. Every word just brought him closer to the thing he wants more than anything in the world. You. 

-Battle of Hogwarts-

How did you manage to lose him. That was the first thing you promised him. Pinkies wrapped against each others. Foreheads pressed together. 

“Promise me you won’t leave.” You whispered as the battle started around you. 

“If you promise to marry me once we get out of this” He vowed, giving his fist a small kiss as you did the same to yours. 

You tried to stop the tear from rolling down your face as your mind raced at what was happening all around you. The sound of the battle only seeming to get louder as the castle was breached. 

A second later, before you could answer, a familiar voice screamed his name and before you knew he was bolting in the other direction. You called after him as his red hair got lost in the hoard of people. He didn’t mean to break the promise. It had been a silly request anyways. A selfish way to make sure you didn’t lose him. But George can handle himself. Still you found yourself running down after him. 

You saw it as it happened. The flash of green light hit so close to Freds face that when you saw him get blasted to the ground you were instantly paralyzed with fear. Percy and George instantly ducking down to check on their brother as you aimed a curse right at the person that had done it. A cry coming out of your throat as you tried to tell yourself it didn’t hit. As you rushed over to help them clear the rubble currently covering Fred, you let out a sigh of relief as you see him wince. 

“Well that wasn’t very nice.” He groans as the two boys get him onto his feet. 

Once Fred is into safety in the great hall, you snatch up George’s arm and throw your arms around his shoulders. 

“I love you. When we get out of this, I’m marrying you Weasley.” You said into his chest. Answering the question George had blurted out earlier. He smiled as he gave you a long kiss. 

“I do.” He heard your voice ring out loud and clear, the weight of the wedding band slipping onto his finger. He smiled so wide he could feel how much his checks hurt. He processed the happy tears slipping out of his eyes. Matching your tear streaked face now. 

“I now pronounce you man and wife.” The voice called from behind him. This was it. This is what everyday since that day in Charms class had been leading up to. As he leaned in to press his lips against yours, he murmurs “Finally” before wrapping his arms around your waist and putting every ounce of love he ever felt for you into that first kiss. 

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[tegerton]

Hi I know nothing about Eggsy BUT I love and support you so you know I gotta drop something. So maybe?? Reader steals an item of his clothing, ridiculous antics and fluff ensue (this is so not descriptive and as a fellow fanfic writer on side blogs I am so so sorry but ily bby)

Orange

This is the perfect idea bby!!! Thank u so much and I miss u!!! Road trips are eventful for writing. Like, reblog, requests open!

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Sometimes it's a feeling of rush, maybe laziness, or perhaps even longing. It was a mixture of all three in this case. Y/N not only was late to pick up some food for her and Eggsy tonight but it also was raining and she didn't want to walk back up the stairs for some dumb coat.

"It's not that bad." Opening the door she was met with what looked like a literal shower. "Nevermind." Closing the door she looked towards the coat rack where Eggsy had left his bright orange suit coat. "That'll work." She slipped on the odd choice of fashion.

"I'm just doing a pick up order, no one will care." She spoke to no one in particular before hopping in her car and heading to the restaurant. As the scent of the jacket sunk in she sighed.

Eggsy had been working non stop at his job. He had made the excuse up that he worked as a tailor but Y/N had a feeling it was a bit more than that. But based on better judgment, decided to not talk about it. He never came home with any signed that he cheated on her so she was calm on that aspect.

As the jacket shifted she felt something sharp in one of the pockets as she took out a pair of Eggsy's glasses. "I told him he left his glasses in his pocket." She grumbled setting them down next to her. After a few minutes of driving she finally had obtained the food as started to head back to the apartment.

"Galahad?" She heard in her car and began to panic wondering where the voice came from until she noticed the glasses.

"What the-"

"Galahad!" She was startled and quickly put the glasses on.

"Hello?" The glasses look normal until the lenses changed into a screen showcasing the point of view of some man. The person seemed to be sitting at a desk with some screens in front of them.

"Who is this?" She began to panic.

"Who is this?" Not wanting to give personal information away the mystery person began to interrogate her.

"How did you get the glasses?" Her skin turned white.

"They aren't mine, I found them in my boyfriend's jacket!" The person sighed deeply.

"Y/N, I presume."

"How do you know my name?!"

"I work with your boyfriend Galahad." Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Who?"

"Apologies, Eggsy." She immediately felt better knowing that he knew Eggsy.

"About Eggsy, do you know where he is." At this point she had arrived at the apartment. Walking to the door to only be met with Eggsy running out of the house. "Nevermind found him." She took off the glasses as Eggsy smiled guiltily.

"Hey luv." He scratched the back of his neck as she gave him a forced smile.

"Hi Galahad." A long string of curses came from Eggsy. "I have food, why don’t we go in and you tell me what is going on."

"Sounds like a plan." He opened the door for her, allowing her to go in first. The talk went surprisingly well as he warned Y/N about the stakes and rules of the Kingsman.

"Now that you know, people will try to use you against me, so it is best if you listen to everything that Harry, Merlin, and I say." The girl nodded her head. She learned about the mission to stop Valentine and that the man who spoke to her through the glasses was Merlin.

"Got it, just don’t let anything like." She pointed to the glasses. "That happen again."

"Promise luv!" He winked before looking at his bright orange coat on the girl. "Missed me that much huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows as she glared at him.

"I did until your glasses started to talk to me." He laughed the joke before bringing her in by the collar of his jacket. His arms made their way to her waist as he held her close to him. She reluctantly replied with wrapping arms around his neck as he prepped her neck with soft kisses before capturing her lips in a long passionate kiss.

"We gotta get you your own jacket, orange looks great on you." 

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[clownattack]

Castor - character bio

I’ve been struggling with getting a bio out for Cas for waaaaay too long now, but i feel pretty ok with how it looks currently - i'm going to repost it on my art blog with some drawings of Cas and Hjalle in the future (hopefully). If you want to skip most of the nonsense and just get a feel for her personality, the section under the bio paragraphs is FULL OF POINTS.

links to drawn refs here and here

Longpost under the cut

✦ Early life in Hjalle:

Being born into the noble family Aran, Castor’s early life consisted mostly of being pampered by the attendants and strict education. Cas was a rowdy kid, and with time, lack of affection and validation from her family served to amplify the trait - she went from occasionally disobedient to full-on antagonistic towards her parents, and the nobility as a whole. She began to sneak out; spending her time outside of the Fort, spying on the guards and trying to bribe knights into taking her on as a page.

When Cas turned nine a sibling came into the picture, and she made it her duty to assure Aster’s upbringing would be better than hers. She poured everything she had into Aster, but soon developed a brash and overbearing streak, unyielding in her focus to teach the meek little sister to stand her ground. Aster became torn between Cas and the parents, who in all fairness, treated her much better than their firstborn. This would remain the case until Castor’s dragon-induced injuries.

In her late teens, Cas was seldom seen in the fort - to everyone's great relief. Her mood was always sour, she gave up on her studies and only seemed to care about Aster and joining the hunting parties. Her parents reached their limit when Castor announced she would not become one of the renowned judges of House Aran - this led to an explosive argument, which concluded with Castor storming out. For the following two years, she lived and worked with rangers tasked with protecting and providing for the town.

It was in those years that Cas acquired her battle prowess and scars, the most prominent being a gift from an especially large and angry dragon. A single swipe of its tail tore Castor’s chest and forearm open, forcing the hunting party to rush her to the fort in (what the hunters expected to be) a futile attempt to get her family to provide medical help for their dying kin. The reception was cold indeed, and if it weren’t for Aster’s hysterics and outrage over her family’s indifference, Cas would have not survived the grievous wounds. The upside to this event was a new high tale to impress people with, and strengthening the bond between two sisters. The downside - Castor was now under her parent’s thumb. They made her accept the position of inquisitor; to make up for the hassle she caused them. Taking up the mantle turned Castor’s world upside down - not only would she have to work in close proximity to her father, but her dreams of being knighted were shattered, as inquisitorial duties stand in stark opposition to virtues of knighthood. As Inquisitor she was tasked with investigating and interrogating for the court - the latter, as Aran tradition had it, was extraordinarily bloody.

 ✦ Vesuvia:

Almost as soon as she arrived, the city sparked something in Cas. This was unexpected to say the least; she was certain the years of gruesome work as inquisitor numbed her to simple joys of life. The sights and sounds of Vesuvia however, made her eager to explore and see how everything ticked - and the more she saw the more she wished to remain in the city. After attending the Masquerade and becoming acquainted with Asra, Cas was prepared to do anything to stay - even if it meant sucking up to the Buffoon count and begging for a job. Lucio proved to be anything but opposed - he’d heard of the “bloody good shows” (pun intended) Castor was infamous for, and was eager to take her off her parents hands. This led to working parallel to the count and his court, but also enabled Cas to dabble in magic under Asra’s tutelage.

This slight betterment of Cas’ situation would not last long however, as The Red Plague took complete hold of the city mere months after she took up her residence in Vesuvia. After perishing, and being brought back by Asra, she very slowly regains certain memories and traits - her sister, love of astronomy, sword skills. She sneaks out, snoops, and is a handful overall; but Asra is happy to see Castor’s “new” self free of bitterness and pain.

After this point, the “game events” take place. I like to imagine Castor braving an amalgam of Nadia and Portia routes, with a fistful (or multiple) of courtier drama. Castor is tasked with an investigation, slowly  but surely unravelling how deep the corruption runs in Vesuvia, and how much of it can be attributed to the courtiers. The conclusion of her story focuses on first facing off against the court, then the Justice Arcana.

  ✦ Physical appearance

Light olive skin, she picks up a slight tan in Vesuvia.

Dark gray eyes, striking marbling on the iris.

Long girl - 176 cm tall, loves being the “tall friend” (and manhandling people close to her). Being taller than her is taken as an indirect challenge.

She has a rectangular body type, could be described as a “runner’s body”.

Prominent scarring across right forearm and torso, missing right breast.

Tastefully disheveled. Her hair has a constantly windswept quality, and the gray streaks seem to be especially unruly.

Inherited the “Aran silver” (early graying), she tries to ignore it. “The more you hide it, the more it shows”.

Secretly really bothered by the many similarities to her father. Avoids looking at herself too much, and whenever she does it feels like he’s looking back at her, judging.

Only ever smoothes herself over before important court meetings and social events. She doesn't know how makeup works, so before any party she asks Asra to sort her out. Cas looking prim is both a treat and a source of friendly jabs.

✦ Character traits

Power walking by default. This can be somewhat intimidating, and she won’t stop if someone is in her way - just put them to the side and continue.

Puts up a really convincing pretence of formality and refinement.

In actuality she finds this facade tiresome, and just wants to talk fast about battle/hunting feats or astronomy. Maybe show off her pyromancy.

Loves socializing, it recharges her batteries.

Dilligent worker.

Tends to overwork herself and neglect her relationships.

Often scatter minded and wanting to do too many things at one time.

Doesn’t appreciate people instigating physical contact or getting up in her face. She needs to prepare herself for it, or be the initiator.

Stubborn as a mule. Never knows when to stop pressing people.

Extremely callous at times.

Annoyingly overbearing

Most of this springs from a place of fear - things had a habit of getting worse whenever her family imposed decisions onto her. In her mind, if she’s the one holding the reins, everything will be better. And if something does fail - she will be the only one to blame.

Starting arguments comes much too easily to her, but she’s just as quick to introspect, and seek out the person she argued with to apologize and approach the issue in an appropriate manner.

Forgives easily

Eternally scoffing at astrology. She knows shes being bigoted, but at this point its almost like an inside joke between her and Asra. “Astrology? It's baby stuff. PSEUDOSCIENCE!” (she cries as she worries over her afternoon tarot reading and preparing pretty horoscopes for the Shop...)

A huge hypocrite at times. “Do as I say, not as I do” could easily be her motto.

Both the upright and reversed Knight of Swords card sums her character up perfectly.

✦ Occupation & Residency

Vesuvia:

Beginning of her story follows the game canon almost to a T - Cas lives with Asra in the Shop, and works there. It bores her to death, and she plays tricks on every customer just to entertain herself.

After being officially hired by Nadia as the Palace Magician, Castor moves out of the shop and purchases a modest house in Goldgrave, much below the value of what Nadia offered her, and what she could afford. It’s convenient and that’s what matters to Cas. She continues supplying the shop diligently, and takes over whenever Asra runs off.

Nadia insisted on Castor having an office in the palace. It grew on her with time, and after The Devil is dealt with it becomes her little “hub”.

Hjalle:

Cas lived with her family in the castle site until 17 years old.

After denying her parents their plans for her future as a judge, she hunkered down in a hunting lodge outside of the town, and spent almost two years living that way - she still thinks of these two years as the most joyous time in her life.

The only thing she ever used her family’s wealth for was commissioning the construction of an extravagant observatory. Reminiscent of a gothic fortress, the stark exterior is contrasted with insides filled with artwork and art-nouveau ornaments. The central chamber is a vast library with a powerful telescope in its apse - it is a sight that could take the breath of the most haughty of nobles.

There’s a tiny living space below the main chamber, furnished sparingly, but with a lovely fireplace (in Hjalle, its a necessity). It’s where Cas stays after becoming the inquisitor/whenever she visits after the in-game events.

✦ Trivia

Cas is 23 years old when she first arrives to Vesuvia - 28 at the time of The Devil’s downfall.

She freed Merlin from a merchant’s cage in the Red Market, during one of her outings in the three year interlude after her death - Asra fumes after they find out she snuck out to the market - yet is amazed that Cas found a familiar.

Cas regained her first memories via touching objects linked to her past life - a letter from Aster, articles of clothing, a sword...

This self re-discovering takes a turn for the worse when Cas finally finds a large, ornate knife - the one she inherited after becoming inquisitor. The memories it resurfaces are a staggering blow to Castor, completely derailing the beliefs she had about her own person. She thought of herself as a paragon, and remembering the torture she inflicted upon others, the lives taken in the name of “justice” made her relapse into bitterness and disenchantment. She deals with those feelings as her investigation into the courtiers progresses.

Predominantly uses pyromancy, other types of magic are strictly used for her work at the palace, and rather sparingly.

Could be best described as a battlemage - enjoys being in melee range and assaulting her quarry with both sword and fire; the latter being used more as a way to distract or stagger the enemy than actually harm. There's no fun in just burning them up!

Doesn’t cook for herself, although she has a natural knack for it - will only cook for guests and short people.

Her dislike of Lucio clashes with gratitude for employing her when she first arrived to Vesuvia - he was the knife which cut Cas off from her parents, and it’s something she could never forget.

Demiromatic/sexual.

She was offered to be knighted by Nadia after defeating The Devil. Cas declined - It’s much more than a title to her, and accepting seemed like mockery (considering her past as inquisitor).

Short fuse, she learns to better control herself while working in the palace. But if someone really pushes her the nearby candles miiiight get a bit out of control. Or she’ll just throttle them.

Hates her full name - Castor is such a mouthful. Sounds stuck up too...

#mc cas #castor aran #apprentice castor #oc bio #longpost #im pretty sure this is just incomprehensible #also text formatting on tumblr SUCKS i never knew until now #ive beed rewriting this for SO LONG NOW and im TIRED #so ill just leave it here #and if i ever feel like i can do better #oblivion is but a click away #begone #post #i cant write so PLEASE forgive me for the sins contained in this

[janaikam]

Netflix Shows that I don’t think get as much hype as they should

Hiya!!! This is more or less a continuation of my post here. I’m pretty much just sharing my Netflix T.V. show recs because why not? Also some of these shows just don’t get the credit they deserve because Netflix doesn’t promote them too well. Also all of these I’ve fully watched or watched a majority of. There are a million others I would add but I just haven’t gotten around to watching them. Feel free to send my a show I should watch in an ask or dm! Winter break is coming up and I need something to take up my time. 

1. Carmen Sandiego

My rambly summary (sorry not sorry): If I remember correctly there was an old tv show? idrk I just remember the Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego video games I played as a kid. Anyways this is a modern reboot that follows Carmen as she leaves behind the island she grew up on and decides to take on the people she used to call family while discovering who her real family is. 

Tbh I love the show’s plot, the capers, and the educational aspect of it all. Plus there’s an interactive episode where you can play as Carmen, which is really cool. 

2. Don’t Get Mad

This one is quiet(i mean quite oh well) different from the others. I’m a sucker for a good murder mystery and tbh this one is such a good one. Basically four girls,  who hate that people at their school can get away with anything, band together to get revenge on people in the school, using the name DGM as a cover. But when DGM is framed for murder, the girls have to be careful of keeping their secret while also trying to figure out who’s framing them 

10/10 great plot and characters. Each character is given like this base characterization but as you peel back the layers you realize there’s more to everyone and that’s honestly such a great part to this whole mystery.

3. Kipo

About 200 years in the future, the surface is ruled by mutated animals aka mutes who forced most humans underground by their size and intelligence. Kipo who was one of those underground humans ends up on the surface after her colony was forced out and she’s on a journey to get back home.

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW. I have recently gotten hooked on this show and am about to start the 3rd season. I still cannot get over the fact that the main protagonists are all people of color LIEK THATS CRAZY AND AMAZING TO ME!!! I am also in love with the plot and Kipo just being her adorable self and just saying screw social norms imma be me. i love that lil 13 year old

4. Tales of Arcadia Series

so uh I have been screaming about these shows on my blog a bunch in the past so basically this series has three show parts and one movie (coming in 2021).

Trollhunters

Jim, your average lanky teenager, gets the shock of his life when he learns that trolls are real and he must take up the mantle of trollhunter to protect them all

3Below

Teenagers, Prince Krel and Princess Aja, are forced from their home and land on Earth. Now they are on the run from bounty hunters trying to protect their wounded parents and blending in on Earth as humans.

Wizards

Douxie (my love) is Merlin’s apprentice left to protect Earth waiting for the day he is deemed to be a master wizard. Due to an accident with a time portal, Douxie and others end up in the past before the troll hunter amulet had been made

All of these stories have amazing storylines nad I am in love with all of the characters. This show is so amazing and I really think you all should go and watch it

#carmen sandiego #dont get mad #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #tales of arcadia #toa #trollhunters #3below #wizards #netflix #netflix recs by janai #janai rambles on

[merlinficprompts]

Do you have any Merlin/Knights of Camelot prompts? I desperately want to write a longer fic where they are all together, but don't really have any ideas for a plot. Preferably very action/adventure based, with time for bonding and cuteness. Thank you in advance!

Sorry it took so long to get to this! I actually have a few that are of a lot of them together. I don’t have all my prompts numbered, but I can give you a gist of the ideas of some of the ones that I do have posted and a few that are sorta hc’s for me.

I was looking and found my prompt #9. Where Merlin ends up revealing his magic to Gwaine because they’re in a situation where he has no other option if he wants them to live. You could alter the prompt to be he ends up revealing his magic to some of the knights.

For one of my numbered prompts, #20, can you just imagine all of the knights, Arthur, Gwen and Giaus running around trying to keep track of a 4-year-old Merlin and trying to fix what happened to him! Like, 4-year-old Merlin will only let Gwen, Gwaine and Arthur hold him/pick him up unless he expressly makes grabby hands in the direction of the person he wants to hold him. It’s not a lot of action per say, but maybe they find out that they have to go on a quest to visit someone with magic to help reverse the spell on Merlin.

My prompt #17 could be another interesting one. Basically, Merlin creates dream monsters in his sleep and then wakes up to find out “they’re real”, and everyone has to fit them off while Merlin has to figure out how to get rid of them. You could have it be how every one finds out about Merlin’s magic if you want, or just have Merlin sneaking around trying to undo whatever he did in his sleep.

Apparently I’m just picking all my numbered prompts. Prompt #15. The chaos of a drunk Merlin. It’s probably not the best for a longer fic, but it has the knights and Arthur working together to get Merlin drunk, since they’ve never seen Merlin drunk before.

Another one of my numbered prompts, #21. I think it would be so cute to have like the entire castle sort of just adopt this little girl. If you want action/adventure, or to make it longer, have the little girl end up being a magical being or something. Or a witch or something kidnaps the little girl and they all go on a quest to save her.

I have a one-shot premise that I’ve been trying to finish for ages that you could probably make into a longer fic. In the most basic terms, it’s about the others(knights/Arthur/Gwen) finding out about all of Merlin’s scars from all of the things he’s had to do to protect Arthur. It could be drawn out where one of them asks about one at one time, and then someone catches sight of a different one and asks about that one at a different time. They can all tell that Merlin is lying the first few times that he tries to explain any of them away. They all end up bringing it up with each other and then decide to like confront him about it or something, where he finally tells them the truth.

There is a prompt that I reblogged from @caffeinatedflumadiddlebutmerlin that is about the group all coming back (it’s a modern day fic) and everyone is all happy to see each other again, but Merlin is acting weird. Merlin isn’t sure how to tell them that he’s dying, since his job is done. Just like all of them trying to figure out the modern world, and save Merlin before it’s too late.

This is the last one. Arthur gets hit with a spell where he falls asleep (think Sleeping Beauty) and only true-love’s(or soulmate’s) kiss can wake him. Merlin tries to remove the spell with his magic, but nothing is working.  It’s been almost 3 weeks, and Arthur is still asleep. Maybe Uther has like different princesses “drop by” and see if they’re the one that can wake him up. It’s up to you who wakes him with the kiss. But just all of them sort of worrying together about Arthur.

If you want any more prompts, just let me know. If you end up Using any of these/any of my other prompts, LMK, I would love to read it and I’d be more than happy to post about it on my blog! I’m excited to see what you end up writing! Happy writing!

[harrypotterthehufflepuff]

Flustered

This was requested by cetainrebelzonkoaf ! 

Summary: You and your friend Cedric Diggory had known each other for quite some time now and you’ve noticed that he has been acting weird around you since your 6th year had begun. He invites you to the library where he tries to explain why.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Cedric x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

If you’d like to request something please go over to my other blog, https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ronaldandremuslover and I’ll try and fix it for you!  

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You were walking through the hall on your way to charms when a familiar voice called out behind you. You turned around with a big smile plastered on your face. 

"Hello, Cedric!" 

He hurried up to you and his panting revealed that he has most likely run up several flights of stairs. When he got close enough you could see a replica of your own smile upon his lips. "Hey, you off to charms?" He asked you as he looked down at the stacks of books you were clutching to your chest.

"Yes, I suppose the books might have given it away?" You bounced the books in your arms to show them off.

Cedric grabs the two books laying on the top, "No, it was a pure guess." 

You started to walk towards the charms classroom with Cedric still by your side and you couldn't help but feel a little smile of true happiness spread across your face. He must have noticed it as he asked what was so funny. 

"Oh, nothing, I'm just happy to have you as a friend is all." You beamed up at him and saw that his cheeks had gone red, "Are you warm? Your cheeks are all red." 

He let out a nervous giggle and shook his head, hoping that maybe the scarlet colour on his cheeks would come off, "No, I'm alright." 

You spotted the door that leads into charms and reached over to Cedric to grab your books. And as you do you accidentally brush over his hand. You didn't think too much of it, as he's your friend after all, but Cedric's cheeks were now redder than the Gryffindor's robes. He looked awfully cute when he got all flustered. 

You slipped the two charms books on top of the other two that you were clutching strong against your chest not to drop them. You said goodbye to each other and you watched him walk away and down a long staircase. Merlin, you really like that Hufflepuff.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next day you spotted him as he was walking to the quidditch pitch. They had an upcoming match against Ravenclaw and he wasted no time to train. 

"Cedric, Hey!" You ran up to him and took his bag off his shoulder and swung it over your own.

He gave you a warm smile that made your heart beat a little faster, "You don't have to do that you know," he made a turn towards the great doors that lead out to the warm summer sun, "you're also going to be late to potions." 

"Wow, you know my time table pretty well." You acted surprised, even though you know his time table as well as you know the alphabet. 

He stopped by the giant doors and looked at you, his eyes twinkled in the sun and his golden hair was shining and making it look like fresh honey. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. You shot him a confused look which only made him seem more nervous. 

"Is everything alright, Cedric?" You asked.

"You're going to be late for potions, Y/N. You better head off." He grabbed his bag filled with his quidditch robes from you. He spotted that you looked a bit worried about his sudden demeanour so he gave you a reassuring smile, "Snape wouldn't hesitate to rob a few points off of you."

Still being confused, and slightly annoyed that he had been acting strange lately just nodded and started to walk away from him. 

"Wait!" He grabbed your arm with a gentle grip, "meet me in the library after transfiguration today, OK?" 

This only made you more confused but agreed to his suggestion. When he saw you nodding hesitantly he gave you the popular 'Cedric grin' and headed off to his training session and you headed to your least favourite class, Potions. 

 ~ ~ ~ ~

You had barely thought about the meeting with Cedric and was therefore surprised when transfiguration ended and remembered that he was probably waiting for you at the library. So you packed your bag that was so full with different books you had to carry one under your arm as you sped off to meet with your friend. 

Your mind whizzed with different thoughts about what he would say that he couldn't have just said by the entrance of Hogwarts. 

Meeting Cedric was always fun. He always managed to make you laugh on your bad days. And the way that he laughed always made your day a little brighter. You couldn't deny that he was handsome and cute... or charming and attractive. During the start of your 6th year at Hogwarts, you had started to feel different around him. You had started to feel different about him. He didn't feel like just a friend, he felt like something more. But you couldn't tell what. Or maybe you were just afraid of thinking about it.

You entered the library and went over to the spot were you always studied with him. And sure enough, he was sitting by the round table in the corner on a battered-looking chair. When he noticed you he immediately put down the book he was reading and stood up to greet you. 

"Y/N! I almost thought you wouldn't come!" He said, sounding a bit airy and nervous. 

You looked down on your clock on your wrist, "The class ended 4 minutes ago... I think I'm pretty on time." You said uncertainly. What was going on?

"Right, I just got here a bit early," he ran his hand through his hair, which you knew he did when he was nervous, "I'm sorry I chose the library for this."

You looked around the empty library and then up to Cedric again, "Why? We always go here when we study." 

He giggled nervously and looked around himself, it seemed as if he was looking for a way to escape. You grabbed his hand in an attempt to reassure him but it only made him seem more uncertain. You rolled your eyes and let go of his warm hand,

"Okay, what's up with you. You've been acting weird for months now. Is something wrong?" You prodded, and it seemed as that was what he needed as he shook his head and grabbed both of your hands in his. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." He replied sheepishly but he remained eye contact with you. His eyes looked pleading and you couldn't help but get lost in them and you noticed how his warm hands were rough against your own soft one. Damn, everything about him seems to devour you. 

You shook out of your thoughts and regained your focus on what he was saying, "You haven't bothered me, Cedric, but you've been acting weird and I can't help but feel like it's something that I've done." You admitted and felt his grip around your hand tighten.

"No, no, you haven't done anything wrong! Y/N, if anything you've been the reason that I keep trying."

You stood there, pondering about what he meant, but you couldn't seem to get it right. His hands were distracting you and his cologne almost put you in a daze. "What do you mean?" You managed to croak out.

His cheeks went back to the rose-red colour that complemented his pale skin so well, "Well- I- see, it's okay if you don't... Uh- feel the same way," Your eyebrows slightly furrowed and your heart in your throat, you kept staring at him, "And, I don't know- But I feel like maybe you, uh, might feel the same way." 

Now it was your cheeks that had heated up. If he was going to way that you think he was going, you knew what your answer would be. I mean, this is Cedric Diggory, the boy who could have any girl he wanted and was the Hufflepuff seeker. 

He continued, "And I've been meaning to tell you for a while, but I guess I've been a bit... of a coward, I suppose?" He chuckled but even a ghost would be able to tell that it was an 'I'm about to have a nervous breakdown' chuckle. But still, you couldn't help but smile at his gesture. Here he stood, in his school robes with his messy hair that had been left to self-dry after his shower, and his face as red a tomato. 

"Cedric..." 

"And- I- I want to tell you that I would do anything for you and I hope that you know that," He looked at you intently to make sure you really believed him, which you did. And he went on, "I really, really like you, Y/N. And I think you already know that and I-"

"Cedric, I really like you too." You cut him off. He looked surprised at your boldness and after a few seconds, his brain seemed to have digested what you had just said because, after a hesitant moment, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips to yours. It felt like it wasn't real. The boy you had liked for a long time liked you back. And even though you both probably knew that you liked each other back, neither of you had spoken out, afraid that it would have ruined your friendship. 

After a few blissful seconds, he pulled away and gave you a smile that made you want to kiss him again, "I hope you meant the same 'I like you' as I do." He chuckled, and to prove that you meant it, you leaned in to give him a long and sweet kiss that made his head spin with delight.

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#harry potter #cedric diggory #reader #harry potter roleplay #hogwarts #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter imagine #:)

[avis-writeshq]

Hello! Love your blog! May I request a Gowther x knight! Reader please? Specifically a cross-dressing reader!

Requested: Yes, by anon!

Pairing: Gowther x Fem!Reader

Warnings: REALLY TRASH WRITING NO JOKE MAN, and sexism???

Other: I AM SO SORRY THIS IS OUT SO LATE. Also, I have no idea where I was going with this fic… was it meant to be funny? Was it meant to be more serious with an actual storyline? I am so sorry the writing is really bad. This was a really hard request to fulfil ( ；´Д｀)… It’s actually not even finished. I wasn’t entirely sure if the anon who requested it is happy  

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

 ***

In an age where feminism was non-existent unless you were part of the 7 Deadly Sins, you were trying to become a Holy Knight. You’ve trained for years; from the crack of dawn to the moon’s wane, you were training like it was the end of the world. You were the best of the best – but you were a girl. You showed extraordinary skill on the field – but you were a girl. Your magical power was stronger than the other boys who were trying out – but you were a girl. How did that affect your performance? If you were skilled enough and strong enough to hold your own, why the hell couldn’t you put as a Holy Knight? And then, when you were rejected once again because you could bear children, you had lost your cool.

 ***

“Hey, did you hear? There’s a new recruit!”

 “Apparently he’s crazy strong!”

 “He’s in Sapphire – pretty impressive for a new recruit!”

 Needless to say, this ‘new recruit’ was quite the talk at the table. Zaratras nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “He was a very strong fighter,” he confirmed.

 “Hey, Zaratras! What’s all this talk about an extra soldier?” Meliodas asked. He was holding a huge mug of Vania Ale in his hand, Lost Vayne secured on his back.

 The Grand Holy Knight nodded, looking around the dining room. “He said he would be here. At least, I think he did. He doesn’t speak.”

 Meliodas’s eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, neither does Gowther. It’s pretty hard to know where he is. He keeps disappearing all the time.”

 ***

 You let out a sigh, taking off your helmet to breathe.  Damn. Training was intense. You shook out your (H/C) hair, running a hand through it as you released it from its bun. Your armour was scattered around you, and you wore a linen shirt that was 1 size too big. Your baggy pants hid the number of bruises that you had and you massaged your calf with your hand.

 This secret place in the forest surrounding Lioness was the perfect place for you to take a breather. After all, if anyone were to figure out that you were actually a girl, there was no doubt that they would throw you out in a second. The worst part was the fact that Diane the Serpent Sin and Merlin the Boar Sin were females. The only reason they were allowed was because they were the most powerful Holy Knights in the kingdom!

 “So you’re the new knight everyone was talking about.”

 You froze bid stretch, turning your head slowly. A boy, no older than 17, stood behind you, his golden eyes framed by wire glasses. His pink hair barely passed his jaw, and he wore a white cotton shirt over a lilac tunic. He shot you a piercing look, and you shuffled awkwardly under his stare.

 “This isn’t what it looks like! I’m just… cleaning it! Yeah, cleaning it! It’s my… brother’s?” You winced at the lie you told.

 “You can’t lie to me.”

 A breathy laugh escaped your mouth. “Yeah, figured. You seemed the type. So who exactly are you?”

 “My name is Gowther, the Goat Sin of Lust.”

 You blanched, face paling as you stood up. He was a lot taller than you expected, so you craned your head to look at him. “You’re the Goat Sin of Lust? I thought you were meant to be… I don’t know… bigger? How can you fit into that armour?!”

 “I believe I am the one asking questions,” he said plainly, eyes piercing yours. “Why did you disguise yourself?”

 “I needed to become a knight,” you snapped, “I was never taken seriously because I’m a girl.”

 “You can be thrown out for trickery,” Gowther pointed, out adjusting his glasses. “But I heard you were quite powerful.”

 You shrugged, bending down to pick up your equipment. “I’m mediocre.” A sharp pinprick embedded itself into your neck and you shot up from your couching position. “What did you-”

 “Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). You are 17 years old and you are a Sapphire Ranking Holy Knight. Your parents died in an avalanche in which you were able to save yourself.” He looked at you. “Is that correct?”

 “Stop.”

 With that word, you drop kicked him to the ground, landing on top of him with your arm around his neck in a headlock.

 “Don’t say a word.”

 He didn’t flinch. “I won’t.”

***  

You don’t remember the last time you had a proper conversation with someone, let alone a boy. From that day onward, it seemed that Gowther’s personal goal to either make your life a living hell. Well, you didn’t think he was doing it on purpose. After all, he was part of the 7 Deadly Sins; even they didn’t know what he looked like underneath all that armour. Well, other than Merlin.

 “You really should be taking better care of yourself,” Gowther drawled casually as you massaged your calves.

 “I’m not the one going on dangerous missions and fighting against hell-bent enemies,” you countered, shooting him a glare. “And I am taking care of myself. I’m not a child, you know.”

 “Technically, you are still classified as a child. You are only 17.”

 A scowl rested on your face. “Hey, I’m not the one who’s a doll here. I will eventually grow up. You won’t.”

 “I’m sure Merlin can fix that for you.”

 You didn’t respond to his words, getting up and flinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to train, now. Excuse me.”

 “If you do get founded out, you can ask the captain to vouch for you,” Gowther said suddenly, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “There’s an 82% chance that he’ll convince everyone to let you continue being a Holy Knight.”

 You snorted. “Uh huh, that 18% is the part that’s throwing me off.” And with that, you left the Goat Sin to his peace.

 ***

[rainandhotchocolate]

Marbles - Part 5

A/N Here is part 5! The second last instalment of fun ol marbles (pls don’t hate me for ending it where I did ;) ) Enjoy!

Y/N was released from the Hospital Wing a few days later, on strict orders from Madame Pomfrey to sleep straight on her back and watch her posture and to not be back in the wing for at least a month, for the love of Merlin.

Y/N went back to the Common Room to change before quickly going back down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Lucinda came bounding down the hall towards her, calling out her name loudly so that lots of people had begun to turn towards her.

“How are you! I went to visit but Pomfrey had knocked you out, you killed it on the pitch. We’ve got Louis back and I want to hit him with his own bat – you really still won’t come back?”

“I’m going to be honest, getting part of my spine dislodged didn’t really push me to keep going. Anyway, I’ll be gone next year, you need to train him up to take over,” Y/N laughed at her intensity but pushed past her and over to the Slytherin table for a feast that wasn’t served on a tray and carefully portioned.

Her day passed uneventfully, but she couldn’t help but flick her eyes over to the Gryffindors every so often, getting stuck on watching Sirius fly charmed notes or levitate people’s hats off their heads during class. She quickly turned away every time he would glance over at her, probably feeling her eyes latched onto his back.

She had prefect duties that evening and set off from dinner early to stop herself from staring more at Sirius. She sat in the common room, finishing her herbology essay on Mimbulus Mintonia with a few of her classmates before she set off to meet Remus by the Great Hall. It was cold, and Y/N severely regretted having to leave the warm fire and the girls’ gossiping about their respective dates for the weekend, she was surprised about how much she enjoyed hearing about Severus’ attempts to date.

He was late, which was very unusual for Remus, and put Y/N on edge. She kept her wand at the ready, keeping an eye out for anyone coming through the hallways. After a few minutes of silence, she saw movement and a tall stature wandered down the stairs towards her.

Sirius gave her a small smile that came across as a grimace and nodded at her to follow him up the stairs to start rounds.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked after a moment, not being able to contain herself.

“Remus needed a night off,” Sirius said vaguely but Y/N wanted to slap herself for not remembering.

“So why isn’t James here,” It was usually James or Peter who get the short straw of prowling the corridors with me. Peter would at least reply to my questions, with James it was always curt nods and blank stares in the opposite direction of her gaze.

“He’s out with Lily tonight, they just got back from Hogsmeade,” Sirius answered, keeping his head straight ahead, obviously avoiding looking at her. Y/N groaned inwardly. There was a small part of her that really wanted him to have magically forgiven her but she felt like Sirius wanted to be anywhere but with her.

They walked in silence for what felt like an hour, paroling the halls around Gryffindor tower and the floors directly below it. Y/N was sure he would be able to hear her heart pounding in her chest as they walked past the entrance to the courtyard, where they had unceremoniously kissed for the first time. They moved quickly passed it and on towards the final few areas to check over for the night, wandering into the library to check on the aisles and restricted section.

They split up, Sirius picking the Restricted area, unsurprisingly, as Y/N wandered through the charm spell books aisles. Suddenly, there was a loud scream that echoed across the library. Y/N turned and ran towards it, wand at the ready, looking for what had caused the commotion.

Sirius was standing in the middle of the restricted section looking a little sheepish.

“Merlin, I thought someone was hurt,” Y/N huffed, lowering her wand, irritated.

“What, coming over to join in?” Sirius said quietly, making Y/N turn back to him, willing herself not to hit him.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry about the fright.”

“Do you seriously believe I would ever do anything to hurt someone?” Y/N stopped him from walking away, feeling angrier by the second.

“Can we not do this, Y/N?” Sirius tried to walk passed her but Y/N continued to stand her ground.

“No, we will do this now. You have refused to listen to me for… I don’t know how long for, but I’m sick of it! You were my best friend Sirius; how could you think I could do that?”

“I saw you, Y/N,” He hissed at her, “wand in hand, and it’s not like any of those kids could say a thing. I don’t know what Slytherin has done to you but I don’t want to be apart of any of it.”

“I told you, I was bringing them down after Lucius and his merry men decided to hang them from the rooftops,” Y/N tried to explain again, feeling a little pathetic, but Sirius said nothing, continuing to stare at her, “Forget it, here I was thinking that loyalty meant something to you, but obviously, you’ll just run to whoever is the most interesting at the time.”

Y/N turned on her heel and walked back towards the exit of the library. She knew she had hit a nerve and could almost time Sirius’ temper as he stormed his way towards her.

“I know nothing about loyalty? How dare you,” Y/N didn’t think she’d ever seen him this angry at her before, even when he’d believed he’d seen her string up kids into the shape of Voldemort’s mark across the dungeons he’d turned away, leaving James to send some fun hexes my way, “I know where my loyalties lie, and we obviously know where yours do too.”

“You know, I constantly worried about this. Ever since I was sorted into Slytherin I could see it in your eyes that you were looking for any reason to push me away, make me out to be evil so I’d fit into your little Slytherin stereotype,” It took everything I had not to yell at him, wanting to stay calm and collected, “I thought you might look past that fact, but apparently, I didn’t ever mean that much to you.”

Y/N walked out of the library and towards the dungeons, ignoring the little niggling in her head telling her to finish her rounds. As much as her heart was pounding into her chest at her outburst, there was a smug satisfaction in knowing that if Sirius was never going to forgive her, at least she got to tear him down a few pegs.

“For Merlin’s sake, slow down, Y/N!” Sirius called out from behind her as she reached the corridor of the Slytherin’s Common Room. She paused momentarily, cursing herself for not being able to storm off properly and ignore him. She turned to face him, arms crossed as he finally reached her, huffing loudly.

“You can’t just say all of that and storm away!” Sirius continued to breathe heavily, his hands on his knees, “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“I was kind of finished with that fight, Sirius.”

“Oh, so you know how I’m going to respond?”

“More like I heard the fun silence of you not responding to every letter I’ve ever sent to you.” Sirius grimaced, and Y/N began to grow impatient, tapping her foot on the stone floors.

“Look I just, I don’t know what to believe – I mean I want to believe you, I just –“ he seemed to be struggling to get out the words.

“I’m tired, Black, I’m going to bed,” but Sirius grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Y/N couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush at how close they were.

“I just want to say I’m sorry. I guess. I just-“

“Presumed I was a colluding death eater because I spent so much time with the Slytherins?”

Sirius grimaced again, putting his hand on the back of his head awkwardly.

“I just, I miss you.”

Y/N hadn’t quite expected that. She stood, silent, for a moment, unsure what to say next.

“I miss you too.” She replied hesitantly. It wasn’t quite an apology, and she wasn’t sure if it meant he actually believed her at all.

But then he kissed her, pulling his arm up against the small of her back and onto her shoulders, the other cupped around her cheek. She felt like she could melt into the spot she was standing, but gripped him back instead, pulling her hand through the back of his hair as he held her even tighter against his chest.

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