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layce2015 · 2 years

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Magicians for Sport

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A few days had passed since the coach robbery happened. Since then, (y/n) basically stayed at the camp and helped out with the chores with the girls or went into Rhodes to get some groceries. Arthur went out and did the jobs with Hosea and Sean, which was them burning the Grays tobacco plants, and John and Javier, which was to steal the Braithwaites prized horses for lots of money...which turned out to not be as much as they thought.

Then a day after all that, Arthur went with Bill, Karen and Lenny back to Valentine to rob the bank there, which did go well besides the law chasing after them. But, luckily, they lost them.

After that, Arthur had to make a trip to the Downes' home. Strauss informed him that Thomas Downes had died and his wife would pay off the rest of the debt, so after the bank robbery Arthur made his way to their home.

Once he made it to the Downes' home, he could see that they were packing up a wagon. Mrs Downes looks over and glares at Arthur as he comes up to her. "My husband’s not cold in the ground, and you’ve come back here. I nearly paid off what was owed." she said to him, grimly. "Your husband knew the rules when he took that money, Now, I’m real sorry about the way things turned out…but he had a choice." Arthur said and Mrs Downes scoffs at this as Archie hands her a suitcase to put in the wagon.

"Ain’t my fault about the way the world is." Arthur said and Mrs Downes turns to him. "He didn’t have a choice. He was good, and he did good. There wasn’t no choice in that. And you’ve as good as killed him yourself…and don’t kid yourself. You had a choice." she said. "You speak as if killing were something I cared about." said Arthur.

"You ever wonder about eternity? You should." Mrs Downes said to him. "I hope it’s hot and terrible, Mrs. Downes… otherwise I’ll feel I’ve been sold a false bill of goods. Now, please…get me that money." Arthur said, feeling a bit annoyed about this.

Mrs Downes scoffs again and makes her way into their home while Archie walks out carrying a bag, glaring at Arthur with every step he took. "Either you’ve got a lazy eye or a lack of respect. Which is it, boy?" Arthur asked him as Archie loads up the bag. "I ain’t got no lazy eye…nor respect for the likes of you." Archie spat at him as he turns and glares at Arthur, defiantly.

Arthur gives a small huff of a laugh as he takes a few steps closer to Archie. "Well, maybe when your mother’s finished mourning your father…I’ll keep her in black…on your behalf. You think on that, boy." Arthur threatens. "Well maybe you shall, sir…and maybe other events will transpire." Archie said, still standing tall against Arthur. "You best stick to them books…because mark my words on this…vengeance is an idiot’s game." Arthur warns as Mrs Downes returns with the money.

"Ah, Mrs. Downes…thank you for your punctuality. It’s next to godliness isn’t it?" Arthur asked as she hands him the money and he begins to count it. "That’s cleanliness." she said. "I’ll have to take your word on that. Good day." Arthur said and with that he left them and headed back.

That was just yesterday, today Arthur was just now getting up when Dutch came up to him. "Arthur." Dutch calls out. "What now? You sweating yet, Dutch?" Arthur asked. "Of course I’m sweating. We’re in some disease-ridden, swampy, dixie-whistling shithole." Dutch said and Arthur laughs.

"I meant about what Trelawny said, about these bounty hunters?" Arthur asked him. "Not sweating as such, but maybe a little gentle perspiration. Until we know more, ain’t too much harm wasting good, liquor on sweating." Dutch said.

"So?" Arthur asked. "So, I think you should pay Mr. Trelawny a visit and find out exactly what he knows and who he spoke to. Take Charles with you and Miss (y/n)...she's been proving herself lately." Dutch said then he chuckles a bit. "Oh, the sight of the three of you would make a statue sing out its secrets." He said. "Okay." Arthur said and he goes to find Charles and (y/n), who were luckily standing next to each other talking and drinking some coffee.

"Charles, (y/n), I need you two for some business in town. Come on." Arthur said, making the two look over at him. "Okay." they said and (y/n) kneels down to Annebeth, who was standing next to her, and says. "I've got to go. You be good and stay within the camp." Annebeth nods and (y/n) goes to follow the men to their horses.

"So…where are we going?" (y/n) asked as they mount their horses. "Dutch wants us to have a…talk, with Trelawny, about these bounty hunters who are coming for us. Hoping he can tell us who they are, or where they’re coming from." Arthur said as they leave the camp. "Okay. And you’re deputies now?" Charles asked and Arthur smirks. "Something like that. Soon as we laid eyes on that fool of a sheriff who runs that town, I knew Dutch was going to play him like a fiddle." he said.

"On the run from one bunch of lawmen, working for another. Interesting." Charles said. "Hiding in plain sight, Dutch calls it." Arthur laughs. "So, spirits seem good…in the new camp, I mean." Charles points out. "We got some space between us and that mess now. Ain’t seen no more Pinkertons for a while. There’s these bounty hunters of course, but…Dutch don’t seem too worried about it." Arthur said.

"Can’t believe they’re still coming after us. We didn’t even get away with the money!" (Y/n) said. "Yeah, but they don’t know that." said Arthur. "Of course…Trelawny. I’ve only met him a couple of times, but he’s…he’s a strange one." Charles said. "Fear not, he’s just a cockroach in fancy britches. But he gets into nooks and crannies the rest of us can’t. We just need to find him before he scurries off again." Arthur said and then they arrive at a small camp.

"Reckon it’s that one with the fire outside." Arthur said but then they stop and dismounted. "Let’s take a look." Charles said and they go into one if the buildings and noticed that it looked raided. "Shit." Arthur grumbles. "Someone got here first." said Charles as he and (y/n) enter the building. "So it seems." Arthur mutters as they looked around.

"By the looks of things, it wasn’t a social call." Charles said as (y/n) looks around the mess. "This food’s barely touched…looks like he left in a hurry. Bed’s not made, so he must have been here recently." She calls out to them as they enter and look around.

"Found anything?" Charles asked the two and Arthur notices a familiar red liquid on the ground. "There’s some blood here…that ain’t good." Arthur said. "Big struggle. Pretty recently, I’d say. I guess, maybe, uh…twelve hours ago?" Charles said as he surveys the house.

"But no body?" (Y/n) asked. "Not yet." Charles said then he walks towards the back of the house and towards the back door. "Hmm, look. Tracks." He calls out and Arthur and (y/n) follow him out and see the tracks on the ground.

"Come on…They went down the path here…" Charles said and the three of them call out their horses and they get on their horses and follow the tracks. "Not the kind of place I’d expect to see Trelawny staying in." Arthur said as he gestures to the house behind them as they head off. "No?" Charles and (y/n) said. "Normally scams himself into the best hotel in town." Arthur said.

"You know…when me and Javier went down with Trelawny to get Sean, after the bar fight? I swear he talked the whole way and never actually said a damn thing." Charles said and Arthur scoffs out a laugh. "I thought you knew that’s his special talent. They could be twenty miles away by now." Arthur said. "We can track them that far if we need to. Depends on how much you want to find them." Charles suggested. "Yeah…I still ain’t sure about that." said Arthur as they come up to the crossroads.

"They must’a crossed over the tracks. These tracks lead into the forest here." Charles said and they continued on towards the forest. As they got closer, they see three men in a camp, just sitting there and resting by the fire.

"Hey, look. Let’s go see what those fellers have to say." Arthur said and they walk up to the camp and dismount their horses. "Excuse me." Arthur called out to them. "Yeah?" The first man asked. "Have you seen…we’re, uh…we’re looking for our friend." Arthur said. "I don’t think he’s here…" the second guy said and Arthur lets out a laugh of disbelief.

"Nah…you seen a strange sort of feller…sort of formal?" Arthur asked them. "Strange, sure. Formal, no." the third man said while (y/n) looks down and noticed a cane. "Well, well, well...what'd we have here?" She asked as she picks it up and holds it towards the men, Charles comes up next to her and looks at the cane. "He uses a cane, looks a lot like this one." Charles said and (y/n) noticed that the men were looking a bit scared but also a bit annoyed.

Arthur turns to the men and glares at them. "Alright you boys…Where the hell is he?" He asked them, in a growl, as they stand up and get ready. "You lot better get outta here!" The third man threatened. "Come here!" Arthur growled and he attacks one, Charles attacks the other and (y/n) was left with the third man.

Arthur and Charles took out their men with ease, after a few punches to the face, but (y/n) was having a bit of difficulty. The man goes to punch her but she ducks and gets behind him and jump on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She tried to hold on but the man was able to get her off of his back and slams her to the ground. He starts raising his fist to go punch her down but then Charles comes up and knocks the man down. "You stay there." he ordered as he places a foot on the man's chest and Arthur helps (y/n) up.

"You okay?" He asked and she nods. Then Arthur sets his eyes on the man and walks over to him, then grabs his neck. "Where’s Trelawny?" he asked, angrily. "I don’t know anything." The man pleaded and Arthur punches him. "Tell me where he is!" he demanded. "You go to hell!" the man spat.

Arthur then goes to punch him a few times. "You better tell me now, you son of a bitch!" he growls. "Okay…okay, for Christ’s sake." the man said before he swallows. "They took him to a cabin, over by the cornfields." He replied. "Which cornfields?" Arthur asked. "Left…down the path there…by Braithwaite Manor." The man said and Arthur lets the man go.

"Don’t let me see you again, you hear me?" He threatens. "You got lucky there, my friend." Charles said to the man as he gets up and runs off. "C’mon, let’s go." Arthur said and they go over to their horses.

"Follow me, I think there’s way around so we don’t have to go through the Braithwaite’s place." Charles said as they mount up. "Yes, I’ve spent enough time there. After you, then." Arthur said and Charles takes the lead before he looks over at (y/n).

"You okay?" He asked her. "I’m good." she said as she rubs the back of her neck then looks over at Arthur. "What do you think they want with Trelawny?" she asked him and he shrugs. "Could be any one of a hundred things. Just depends if any of them involve us." he said.

"You think he’ll talk?" Charles asked. "Of course he’ll talk. He’d sell his own sister to save a train fare! He don’t know how not to talk…he don’t know where we’re holed up, though. Least, I don’t think he does…" Arthur replied. "I don’t know why Dutch still deals with him. Always disappearing for weeks on end." said Charles. "He’s got his uses and, well…loyalty matters to Dutch." Arthur said.

"Of course, but is Trelawny loyal?" Charles asked. "Kind of…I guess Trelawny ain’t exactly disloyal…just got a big mouth. Don’t worry. If he talked, I’ll find out what he said. Nothing’s ever straightforward where Trelawny’s involved…I’ve learned that much." Arthur explains. "I mean, how much time have we wasted getting this fool out of trouble?" Charles asked. "He somehow manages to be both lucky and unlucky at the same time." Arthur said and (y/n) scoffs.

"That’s one way of looking at it." She said. "But he always finds some way to pay us back. Just when we think about cutting him loose, he brings us something big. I guess that’s his special talent…keeping fish on the line." he said as they continue on until they come up to a cabin near the cornfields.

"That must be it." He said as they approach it and see two men take a beaten up Trelawny out of it. "Get out there, come on boy." One of the men said as the trio dismount their horses. "The thing is…after that shack, this will be remembered like as good time." the second man said just as Arthur, Charles and (y/n) walk up and aim their guns at them.

"Put the man down, gentlemen." Arthur threatened and the men run off towards the fields, leaving Trelawny. "That the lot of them?" Arthur asked Trelawny. "I…I think so." Trelawny said. "So you’re alive." Arthur said as he cuts the rope off of Trelawny's wrists and legs. "Allegedly." said Trelawny. "Well, don’t worry. They won’t be for much longer." Arthur grumbles.

"Go get them, Arthur. I'll keep an eye on Trelawny." (Y/n) said. Arthur nods and he and Charles run. "Go deal with them, my brothers!" Trelawny calls out after them as Arthur and Charles head off into the fields.

"Here, let me help you, Trelawny." (Y/n) said as she kneels down and places his arm around her shoulder. "Oh, you...you are too kind, Miss (l/n)." Trelawny said, sounding a bit exhausted. "I know, I know....I'm too nice for my own good." (Y/n) said with a chuckle as she helped carry him over to the chair that was by the door.

"There you go." She said, setting him down. "Thank you." Trelawny said, appreciatively, as they hear gunshots from a distance. "Seems like the boys have their hands full." Trelawny said and (y/n) pulls out a cloth from her satchel. She then reaches out to him and cleans the blood off of him.

She cleaned up the blood and looked over his bruised up face. "They did a number on you." (Y/n) said when the gunshots ceased. "Mr. Trelawny, where are you?" Arthur’s voice called out. "Over here, dear boy!" Trelawny said. "I'm still here with him, Arthur." (Y/n) said as she could see him and Charles coming.

"Put your feet up, why don’t you?" Arthur asked as he gets up to them. "You okay?" He asked Trelawny once they come up. "Never finer." Trelawny said and Charles helps him up. "So, who was they?" Arthur asked him. "They were bounty hunters…attached to Cole Stoudemire." Trelawny replied. "Okay." Arthur said. "They weren’t looking for me…per se." Trelawny said.

"What you tell ’em?" Arthur asked as Trelawny stands up and (y/n) helps him up. "Not much. I…told them I was an intellectual…come down here from Oregon…looking for a job at the university. Course, they didn’t believe me. Seems you stirred up quite a hornet’s nest in Blackwater." Trelawny replied. "So I keep hearing." Arthur said.

"It might be best if I stay with you gentlemen for a while. Can’t go back to that caravan now." Trelawny said. "Alright, Charles, you take Trelawny back to camp…" Arthur said then he looks over at (y/n) as she gives him a look. "We’ll catch up with you later." He said as he looks back at Charles. "Okay." Charles said and he and Trelawny mount his horse.

"We are?" (Y/n) asked. "Yeah...there's something we need to do first." He said then he turns to Charles. "Might not be back til tomorrow." Arthur said and Charles nods. "Alright." He said then (y/n) raises a hand out to him. "Just ask Abigail to watch over Annebeth for me, please." She said and Charles nods. "Will do." He said and he heads off.

(Y/n) looks over at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. "So what's this, oh so important thing you're wanting to do with me?" She asked him. "Well, if I told ya, it wouldn't be a surprise." Arthur said with a small grin and (y/n) gives him a look of suspicion. "Really?" She said and Arthur chuckles a bit and she rolls her eyes. "Well, lead the way, Mr Morgan." She said and he goes and mounts his horse while (y/n) gets on her own horse.

Later, the sun had already set and Arthur had already set up a tent and made a bonfire. Him and (y/n) were sitting by the fire and cooking a rabbit that (y/n) had caught earlier. They cooked the rabbit and Arthur cuts up the cooked meat and splits it between him and her.

"Thank you." She said, smiling, as she takes the meat and the two began to eat. "You know...if you just wanted to go camping with me, you could've just asked." She said with a chuckle. "I know but.." Arthur stops then sighs. "I don't know...I just wanted to surprise you..." he said and she smiles before she leans up and kiss his cheek.

"I'm just joking with you." She said and she finishes her rabbit meat then stares into the flames. "I hate leaving Annebeth but...this is nice to get out and away from everyone." (Y/n) said and Arthur nods. "Same here." He said and he takes the last bite out his cooked meat while (y/n) looks up at the stars then smirks. "Whatcha thinking?" Arthur asked her.

"Just remembering when I was young, my father told me that the stars were the spirits of people who have passed and that they were watching over us." She said as she smiles, thinking of memory. "Seems a bit silly now that I think about it." She said and Arthur smiles at her for a moment before it falters then asked. "I wanted to ask...You think your parents would approve you and Annebeth being with us?"

(Y/n) smirks and said. "Well, my mother wouldn't approve but my father...he would like the idea being out in the country but...not so sure about the robbing and killing people." Arthur chuckles a bit at this. "But...I know if he had survived, he would've given you boys some sort've reward for helping out with those O'Driscoll's." (Y/n) said and Arthur nudges her. "What about if I asked him for his daughter?" He asked then (y/n) looks at him, scoffs, then playfully shoves him which made him laugh.

"You're such an asshole." She laughs as Arthur laughs, loudly, at this. "I'm only messing with you." Arthur said, still chuckling a bit. "Mmm hmm, I somehow doubt that." (Y/n) said. "I could see you throwing me over shoulder, like a freshly dead deer you caught, and then carrying me out."

"You make me sound like some wild man." said Arthur. (Y/n) smirks to herself then looks back over to him. "What if I want that? A wild man?" She asked in a soft, sultry voice, which made Arthur raise an eyebrow at her. "And just what do you mean by that, Miss (l/n)?" He asked, feigning ignorance, as he scoots closer to her.

(Y/n)'s heart was beating fast in her chest, from both nervousness and excitement. She had never done something like this in a long time, not even with Oliver. She had never been this forward to a man before. But something about this interaction with Arthur was different. It felt right. Her smile grows and she scoots closer to him to where there was no space between them.

"I think you know, Mr Morgan." She said and they lean into each other until their lips meet. The kiss becomes romantic and sensual as their lips mold against each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together.

Arthur goes and places his left hand behind her head, to hold her in place, as they continue to kiss. (Y/n) breaks the kiss as she catches her breath and looks into Arthur’s eyes as he opens them. She cups his face in her hands and kissed him again.

Arthur removes his hand off from the back of his head and wraps both of his arms around her waist. Then he pulls her up to his lap and they end up in the familiar position they got into a few days ago. But this time, there was no kids to interrupt them.

The kiss got more heated until Arthur pulls his lips away from hers and kissed her cheek then jaw and neck. (Y/n) closes her eyes and tilts her head back then let's out a gasp when she felt Arthur’s rough, calloused hands run up under her shirt, touching her exposed skin.

As Arthur continues his attack on her neck, (y/n) slowly opens her eyes and removes his hat off of his head and runs her fingers through his hair and tugs on it a little, making Arthur let out a small growl.

"You sure about this?" Arthur asked her, in a gruff whisper, before he pulls back to look at her. "Cause if we continue, I'm not gonna stop." He said and she looks him over before staring into his blue eyes then placed her right hand on his cheek. "Then don't stop." She whispers before she leans in and kiss him.

He kisses her back and holds her close to him just as she rocked her hips against his. He lets out a groan and pulls back from the kiss, catches his breath then gives her a look, full of command, and it sent a shiver down (y/n)'s spine.

"Get in the tent." He ordered and she gives him a coy smile before she slowly gets up then helps him up to his feet. He picks up his hat as she takes his hand and guides him towards the tent and both of them enter, Arthur closes the flaps as (y/n) sits down on the makeshift cot he made.

Once the flaps were closed, Arthur sets his hat aside, turns to her, gets down on his knees and leans towards her to capture her lips in his. They continue the make-out session and (y/n) starts to tug on his suspenders. He removes them and soon after the couple began to removing each other's clothing until they were completely bare to one another as they kept making out.

Arthur takes a moment and admires her. “You’re as beautiful as the stars in the sky. I could never imagine a day without thinking about you, darling.” he admits and she smiles at him softly, reaching up her hand to caress his cheek. “I can’t imagine that either, honey. You’ve always made me and Annabeth feel safe, and I am forever grateful for that.” She tells him.

His expression softened at her confession, though he can’t help but ask as he turns his head away, feeling insecure. “Even if I don’t look like the ideal man you want me to be?” he asked. He already had his heart broken by Mary because of this reason, that he wasn't the ideal man for her especially in the eyes of her father.

(Y/n) gently turns his head so he can face her straight in the eyes, he saw how tender and loving her eyes are, not an ounce of malice or disgust behind it. “I’m in love with the man you are. Nothing can change that.” she said and Arthur's eyes widen in shock at this as he felt his heart racing.

Grasping the nape of his neck, (y/n) pulls him towards her, bringing his lips onto hers then pulls him over her as their kiss intensifies from their love. It was the night they will cherish forever, as if it’ll be the last time they’ll see each other before heading off to war the next day. Blissful moans and grunts of pleasure were heard in the night as the two lovers made love, uniting their bodies as one. Their mix of emotions were let out that night.

Lust

Excitement

Happiness

And most of all, Love.

Nothing else mattered except their intimate love. To them, it’ll be a night to remember.

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horrorxweasley · 3 years

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(Part 1) Triple W Mafia George x Fem! Y/N series

Warnings: Swearing! that’s it really (unless I've missed something then please let me know)

Word Count: 2,174

Summary: George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back...his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

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The lights were dim in the what looked like to be an old bar room, the red hue coming from the red lamp shades hitting the walls. Smoke from cigars fogging up the top half of the room barely keeping the floor below visible. At each table there were groups of men, all sitting in perfectly tailored suits, sipping on their glasses of whiskey, laughing and having a good time. At the back of the room however, sat one man, alone. His elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, his finger brushing over his top lip as if he were deep in thought. His other hand held the same glass as every other man in the bar, lazily not caring if it were to fall and smash everywhere.

The man, George Weasley, a tall ginger man who’s eyes were the dark but kind shade of brown. Although seemingly intimidating, George had a kind heart, if he seen someone being attacked or robbed in the street, everyone would end up feeling bad for the attacker by the time George was finished with him. He had no time for the scum who go out of their way to make someone else’s life a living hell in order for them to feel a small, temporary taste for a God complex.

George had only recently taken over the title of the Triple W Mafia Boss, when his father Arthur had decided it was his time to retire and pass over the family ‘business’ to one of his sons. George was one of 6 sons and one daughter within the Weasley family. His identical twin brother Fred was technically supposed to become the next Mafia boss, as he was the older twin. But, he had decided that his brother George was more fit to the job than he was. So, George gratefully took over the role and appointed Fred and his younger brother Ron, to be his sort of ‘Body Guards’ although, of course George was far from needing any form of help when it came to beating or killing a criminal, it was still always good to have a little back up sometimes.

“Hey Georgie, what’s the plan then? What we gonna do about these damn Death Eaters?”

George sat, not moving, deep in thought. ‘What was he going to do about those Death Eaters?’ He has no where to start, the bastards are constantly on the run. He was determined to find their whereabouts however, as they had stolen something very precious to him, his mother’s necklace. The Weasley family heirloom.

In a room that was very clearly abandoned and covered in moss and mould, sat groups of men and some women in black cloaks with peculiar pointed hoods. These people, in contrast to that of which the Triple W members, appeared extremely intimidating. The members of Triple W were intimidating, but these were the sort of people no one would want to encounter in the streets, day or night. There was no smoke from cigars in this small dingy room, there was however and eye watering stench, that was so strong some of the Death Eaters swore they seen a slight foggy green haze floating around the room.

All cloaked members were sitting in a circle all surrounding their leader Tom Riddle, or as he likes to call himself ‘Voldemort’. A tall man (not as tall as George) with black, short curly hair. He wasn’t wearing a cloak like his ‘followers’ but was wearing something that looked more like a bath robe, it was all black of course to fit in with the rest. All were listening in carefully to what he was saying, all apart form Y/N Greyback, daughter of Fenrir Greyback, a man who is considered very high up in the Death Eater mafia. She was sat in the corner, wearing a contrasting blood red dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Her Y/H/C hair was curled at the ends in neat ringlets, and she had some makeup on but not too much so she looked ‘dolled up’.

“We all know that the Triple W are cowering out in some fancy old bar, trouble is we don’t know where, I’ve had a few out scouting round the area, unfortunately they have all been caught” Riddle speaks out gesturing and engaging with his followers.

“What do you suggest we do then sir?” Said Fenrir who was sitting right next to where Riddle was parading around the room.

“I say we send out our most valuable member, of course, real them in, make them vulnerable” he smirked

“You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes, but I do, your daughter shall make excellent bate my dear friend, for she wears what Weasley most desires” Riddle finishes

Y/N too busy sat in the corner reading an old book, didn’t even notice that every Death Eater members eyes were on her, all smiling to themselves.

This may actually work, if we send out Y/N who is wearing that incredibly expensive looking, diamond necklace, it may just lure the idiot ginger straight to us” Fenrir laughed.

So their plan was set, send Y/N as bait and hopefully George would follow.

- George still hadn’t moved from the position he was sat in, he hadn’t taken a single sip of his drink, his eyes focussed and barely ever blinking. He was seemingly ignoring every person who tried to get a word out of him for some sort of plan to take down their Rival mafia. Sure he had killed a lot of spies they had sent out, but he was getting absolutely no leads on where exactly they were coming from, Riddle was smarter than he thought. It seemed he had Death Eaters coming from all over the country in all different directions and disguises. George had to find some way in order to track down where exactly they were based.

The sounds of other members arguing, specifically Fred and Ron who were standing right next to where George was sat, started to sound like a horrible ringing noise, it was driving him insane, how could he concentrate when these buffoon’s were yelling nonsense at each other.

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP” He yelled now getting up from his seat and walking to the middle of the smoky room.

“I can’t fucking think when you’re all fighting and arguing with each other on what we’re going to do. I am very aware that those bastards are close to finding us, alright? They’ve gained more members in the past few months than I can count on my two hands. Problem is, they’re coming from all over the country, there is no set direction from where they’re all coming from, meaning that they aren’t coming from their base. This brings us to our next problem, what we’re going to do about it. The only thing I can suggest right now, which I believe may actually be our only two options, is either we leave and find a new base OR we send out multiple people all round the general area of here just outside the boarders of this town where the forests are. Each mile will have two of our members, armed and ready to capture and interrogate anyone that comes from outside the town. This includes anyone who seems innocent to the eye I.e. a mother and child as we all know by now there are families who have been a part of the Death Eaters for years, long enough for them to welcome their children. If you see a mother and child however, you of course don’t attack them straight away, you take them for questioning and more importantly, you look for that damn skull snake monstrosity that they all have tattooed on their left forearm.”

George stands looking between each of his guys trying to gauge what they were thinking by their faces.

“So what’s it to be? Hands up if you think we should move”

No one put their hands up and George smiled knowing that everyone in Triple W are too loyal to the town of Diagon to even consider leaving.

“Good choice boys, now” he rubs his hands together “who’s volunteering to be part of the watch team?”

- Y/N couldn’t believe her ears when she heard the plan to trick Triple W into following her back to the Death Eaters. She also had no idea that the beautiful silver diamond necklace that hung lazily round her neck was the stolen Weasley heirloom.

The actions of her family disgusted her, she knew that what they stood for and what they were doing was wrong, but putting her in harms way all over a stupid rivalry, AND tricking her into thinking that the necklace she had was a gift. She felt so stupid for believing them, Y/N had no options but to accept that she was going to have to go along with their horrendous plan and bait George and other members of Triple W into following her back into her family and Riddle’s evil grasp.

“Perfect” Riddle smiled grimly when Y/N accepted

“But of course, we can’t just lure them in, in one mere night, no, you have to spread this out over the course of a few days. Have him become intrigued by you, follow you a little while. You’ll be staying in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, don’t let him see you in there, it’ll blow your cover. Make sure he only sees you walking through the streets. Got it?”

Y/N tentatively nodded her head

“Good, and then, when the time is right, you’ll lead him straight here. We’ll be in communication with you, don’t let me down”

Y/N shakily made her way to Diagon, bags packed and the necklace still hanging round her neck. She had since changed into a black, silk dress, helping the bright silver of the necklace stand out against the dark colour of her clothes, further, of course to draw George Weasley’s attention.

Once she had settled into her room at the Leaky Cauldron, she was given specific instruction to make sure she wondered round the street at night, as that is most likely when Triple W members will come out from wherever they were hiding.

Y/N took a step out into the cold crisp night air, her heels click clacking off the stone pavements. She couldn’t help but take in the beauty of the town, cobblestone roads winding all through it, the windows on each building slightly askew but somehow didn’t seem out of place. It was as if she were walking through an old victorian town.

Snapping her thoughts back to the task at hand, she pulled her black shawl over her shoulders more and continued to wander aimlessly round, trying to find some form of clue as to were Triple W were hiding.

- George was more than satisfied with the outcome of the meeting they had today. He had 40 people on a list to keep watch each mile surrounding Diagon, meaning that all 20 miles would be covered. They all had their instructions ingrained into their heads and were ready to get to work the next day. Fred and Ron as usual would stay within Diagon with George, communicating to those who were out surrounding the area getting updates and passing round information. George had also decided to send a few extra spies out, including his younger sister Ginny to be on the look out for any Death Eater members who may still be lurking round the town.

George, Fred and Ron made their way out of the old bar room, and onto the streets. George made sure that they each had means of contacting each other. Fred whom George would normally live with, agreed that they each should have their own flats or place to stay in order to cover more of Diagon, and therefore be more accessible to those out in the forest. With their last goodbyes and a few phone calls to book places to stay, the three brothers separated all going in opposite directions.

George headed down the street, his hands becoming slightly red from the cold, and he could see his breath in the air. The dim orange streetlights barely lighting up the path as he walked past the old crooked houses and shops.

Just a George turned the corner he bumped into someone, a woman, dressed in a black dress and shawl.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going properly, these damn street lights barely light up 2 feet in front of you. Are you alright” George asked looking into her eyes with worry

“I’m perfectly fine, sir, thank you” she smiled back and walked away

But George followed her with his eyes, more specifically he followed her neck, because what was hanging from it made him do a double take. He knew those diamonds from anywhere, they way they glistened brightly in every light. Was that, his mother’s stolen necklace?

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zodiyack · 4 years

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A Big Brother’s Duty

Requested by @beth-winchester21: Hi please can I request a shelby sister reader imagine where i ask to go to a party with my friends and the boys say know so I sneak out to the party and get drunk and the girls (esme,ada,polly,gina,linda and grace) tell the boys I snuck out and they come and find me but I hide with my boyfriend and they catch us making out and get mad and embarrass me infront of everyone thanks xx

Pairing: Shelby & Gray family + Shelby!reader (No romance)

Warnings: Swearing, smol angst, alcohol mentions, bit o vomit

Note: Unfortunately, I cannot include all the girls for reasons that follow the show. To avoid spoilers for anyone who has yet to watch the show, neither Esme or Grace would be in the same fic as Gina due to deaths and actions throughout the show, so I didn’t include Gina in this. And it might be a bit different from what you wanted, but it was the best I could do. I hope that’s alright! Also the boys embarrassing the reader part of your request is accurate in my opinion, take Finn being left alone with the girls for example 😳😂

Side note, your boyfriend’s name is George because- idk... okay maybe i thought of another equally as amazing british fandom oops

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She clung to the bed sheets as tight as she could. Her calculations were a tad...off. To think, she wouldn’t be in this situation had her brothers been even a little more or less accepting of the fact that their “baby sister” was no longer a child. She was eighteen, a year younger than her brother Finn, yet she had less privileges than he did when he was thirteen.

Despite her brothers’, in her opinion, painfully obvious acts of favoritism, she was doing alright. Went on a date with her beloved, got caught by three very unhappy Shelby boys, was invited to a party, was banned from said party by the same pissed brothers- what was there not to love?

She knew as soon as Thomas offered letting his family stay with him and Grace for the night that it was a trap.

Y/n was just getting ready for the party when Polly walked in. She gave her niece words of advice, but Y/n brushed them off without a second thought. “There’s no use in getting ready, Y/n/n, the boys’ll stop you before you can even make it out this room.” She was speaking the truth, and Y/n realized that soon.

Y/n stomped back up the stairs and back into the guest room, where Grace sat. She smiled apologetically at Y/n and told her to forgive her brothers, as they were only being big brothers. The older woman felt bad for Y/n, but understood the protectiveness, as she felt the same feeling over the girl herself; to guide her and keep her from harm and evil. She left, leaving Y/n by herself.

And that’s how she got where she was now.

Dangling from the sheets that belonged to the guest bed, not enough cloth to get her safely to the ground without multiple risks. Noise, harm, potential death, she couldn’t risk it. But she couldn’t quite climb back up the warm fabric, especially not with her now sweaty palms.

“You sure you’re as good with numbers as you say you are?” The voice below her caused her to panic, grip slipping for a second before she clung to the sheet harder.

She looked down, expecting one of her brothers or cousin, but the color returned to her face when she saw someone she was not expecting. “George!”

“Let go, I’ll catch you.” The unsure look on her face washed away after he added, “I promise, Y/n/n.”

George caught her, staying true to his vow, and spun her around before setting her down and kissing her softly. “Shall we be going, milady?”

“Now now, Georgie, there are no needs for formalities. Please, call me Y/n/n.”

“Whatever makes you happy, dearest.” They broke into hushed chortles of laughter, running off of Tommy’s property and in the direction of the party, far from the home of Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.

Unbeknownst to the couple, Ada sat at her window, watching them leave and reporting to Polly, who reported to Thomas. Ada only agreed because similar events happened with Freddie and her.

Sure, Freddie was only chased out of Birmingham, temporarily, but she knew her little sister would’ve been heartbroken if her beloved had been as well. Besides, Freddie and Ada were only sneaking around in his home, not a party with strangers.

Knowing the Shelby name, as she once, and still, was burdened with it, her sister could easily be in danger. It wasn’t likely, but she didn’t want to take the chance. She’d rather be hated by the younger girl than have her be in a grave next to Freddie Thorne’s.

The boys set out, entering the unfamiliar building with determination visible in their eyes. Arthur was the first to speak, making their presence known all while unintentionally causing the party to quiet and still with fear and nervousness.

“Could anybody point us in the direction of Y/n Shelby?” No responses came, everyone still wide eyed due to the presence of the three infamous blinders. “No one? Well, lucky me! I get to pick which one of you bastards tells me where our sister is, alright?”

Some gulps sounded throughout the room. All eyes, if they weren’t before, were now on the brothers.

“You, boy. Have you seen her? About, yay-high,” he held his hand to his sister’s height, “lightweight, not too nice of a drunk? Probably accompanied by a scrawny red-head?”

“Oh! Yeeeeeah, you’re lookin’ for George and uh- Y-Y-Y/n, yeah, she’s uh- in there or something.” One of the younger folks drunkenly fessed up the Shelby sister’s location, earning a sarcastic grin from Arthur and a pat on the back.

“Thanks mate. Enjoy your drink.” The room was still staring. “Well, get on with your lives! Don’t let us stop your partying!” He grunted loudly as his tone changed from calm and kind to agitated.

He received a nod from Tommy, then kicked the door open. Y/n parted from the boy next to her, looking at her brothers with annoyance that slowly shifted to pure horror as she realized just who the people standing at the door-frame were.

“We’ve-only-had-one-drink-I-swear!” Y/n slapped her lover’s chest, his rushed choice of words for the situation clearly not making her feel any better. “Um- I mean.. shit...”

“Yeah, ‘Shit’’s right boy.”

“For fucks sake, could you please for once not murder our dates? Ada and I can never fucking breathe with you controlling our lives! News flash, I’m-” she paused. “I’m...”

John teased his sister, mischievous smile shining brightly. “You’re what? Spit it out, Y/n!”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Before her brothers could react, she hunched over and poured her guts over Tommy’s shoes. “Fuck-”

“Oh you’re gonna get it now, Y/n/n.” John chuckled into his hand, face red like Arthur’s. They both left the room as quick as they could, aware of Tommy’s temper more than what they would call comfortable.

The vomit would have one of two reactions. Either caring brother mode, or it’d set fire to the fuse of the bomb sitting atop Tommy’s rage.

He lifted his younger sister, shooting a glare at George as he did so. Tommy walked with her out of the room. She smiled, maybe his reaction wouldn’t be so bad after all. Looks like Caring-brother-side won!

However, it’s not wise to assume. Thomas shouted for the attention of the people in the home once more. “You see, us Shelby’s, we drink, and we do it well. However, it seems this little Shelby couldn’t keep it together. Not even after one drink.”

The crowed erupted into laughter, growing louder as a frown took place on Y/n’s lips. “That’s not necessary Tommy-”

“Yes, but neither was introducing your insides to my shoes, dear sister. Besides, I’m just doing my duty as your big brother! Perhaps this was too extreme for you. Would sitting at the kiddie table and drinking juice with Karl be more your level?”

More laughter sounded. The flush of embarrassment reddened her face and quickened her heart beat.

“One drink was far too much for her, obviously. What a shame.”

He smirked at his little sister before finally walking outside. “Learned your lesson, or should I go back in there?” he drawled teasingly.

“Please, for the love of all that is holy, take me home already.” Y/n muttered, the uneasiness more obvious in her voice. He didn’t move. “Yes, Thomas, I’ve learned my lesson. Please, just-”

“Alright, but you’re washing these in the morning, alright little sis?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever will get me home faster.”

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little-ligi · 3 years

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Febuwhump - No.28

No.28 - “You have to let me go!” Fandom - BBC Merlin Wordcount - 2308 @febuwhump

Follow on to No.10 (Hostage Situation)

“How dare you?!” The king rose from his throne, his face red with anger. He threw the parchment to the floor and Merlin caught sight of Arthur’s signature, his seal, and a horrible splattering of blood. His own blood went cold. This was the last time he was ever going to let Arthur go anywhere on his own. He knew he should have insisted on going with him.

The sorceress was restrained and manhandled to the floor. She hissed angrily at the men holding her but didn’t fight them.

“An eye for an eye, your Majesty,” she spat. “Release my husband, and I shall let your prince go.”

“Where is he?” the king growled. His hands were balled into fists, shaking with rage at his sides.

The sorceress merely laughed. “Agree to my terms or you shall never find out.”

Merlin was almost vibrating with nerves. He could feel Gaius’s arm tense beside him. He leant towards him, nudging him with an elbow.

“I can put a tracking spell on her,” he muttered. “I’ll follow her to where Arthur is.”

“Be careful, my boy, she’s powerful.”

“Gaius, I have to save him.”

“I do not negotiate with sorcerers!” the king yelled.

“Your son said the same thing, your Majesty. But I think perhaps you are both wrong,” she said with a cruel smile. “If you want to see your son alive you will negotiate with me.”

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Uther roared, storming down the steps towards her.

“If you harm him…”

“Release my husband,” the woman cried, sitting up on her knees to glare at the king.

Uther scowled at her with cold contempt. “He is already dead.”

“No!” The sorceress let out a scream so piercing that many of the guards around the room slapped their hands over their ears, the ones holding her letting go. Merlin winced, feeling his magic surge inside him, reading for if he needed it.

The woman shouted a spell and Uther staggered, tripping and falling backwards at the foot of the throne. A guard leapt forward to grab his arm and pull him up, but the sorceress was on her feet again and bearing down on him, near spitting in anger as tears poured down her face.

“You killed him! You will regret that, Uther Pendragon! I shall send you back your prince. I’ll send you back his bloody corpse!”

“No!” Uther growled, reaching for his sword, every guard and knight in the room copying his action.

The sorceress flung the king back to the floor with a second spell then began a chant, turning on the spot so her cloak swirled in a sudden whirlwind. Merlin shot his hand out, muttering the tracking spell just in time before the woman vanished into the hazy air. Luckily, in the chaos, no one except Gaius seemed to notice him.

Gaius put a hand on Merlin’s arm, squeezing briefly and nodding.

“Go, my boy. Good luck.”

Merlin wormed his way out of the throng of onlookers, pushing between servants and knights alike to get to the doors.

“Sir Leon,” the king was shouting behind him. “Take two score of men, find the prince! And find that witch and bring me her head!”

Ignoring the clanging of armour and clamour of voices, Merlin burst from the throne room and began sprinting through the palace, tripping down stairs and hurtling along corridors.

He got to the stables and breathlessly demanded a mount, for once using his status as the prince’s personal manservant to get the stable hands leaping to obey his order. He’d thank them and apologise when he got back, but for now speed was of the essence. Within a couple of minutes, he was galloping out of the front gate, following the tug of his magic to find the sorceress’s location.

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A distraught scream heralded the sorceresses return. Arthur tensed against his restraints, gritting his teeth and trying, in vain, to curl his numb hands into fists. The door burst open and the sorceress swept in, her staff already pointed at Arthur, a spell on her lips before he even had time to blink.

Blinding pain burnt through his head; he cried out, screwing his eyes shut as black spots danced across his vision.

“He’s dead!” the woman screeched. “Executed by word of the king.”

Arthur could do nothing but gasp ragged breaths in and out, trying to stop shaking. He felt limp, only the restraints that held his arms and legs against the wall keeping him upright.

The sorceress raged, screaming spell after spell, her staff flashing in the air as she wielded it against Arthur. It felt like fire blazed in his chest, choking him, stopping him from taking a breath. He twisted and thrashed, his back arching away from the wall, which only increased the pressure of the bonds around his wrists. He was in agony, and he couldn’t prevent the sobbed cries bursting from his raw throat.

Eventually the sorceress stopped, her own breathing heavy, tears streaked down her face.

“Your father has signed your death warrant, Prince Arthur,” she spat at him, her voice shaking. “The second that axe blade fell on my husband.”

Arthur’s head dropped to his chest. He’d known his father would not negotiate with this woman, had known that her demands would not be agreed to. Her husband had been arrested for sorcery and therefore must be killed. That was the law of Camelot. He wasn’t entirely sure how this sorceress had even got into the city, demanded the release of her husband and managed to get back out alive.

“Please,” he croaked. “You have to let me go. Killing me won’t bring your husband back.”

“The king must pay for what he’s done!” she shouted.

“If you kill me, the king will never stop hunting you,” Arthur tried to reason, but he knew it was futile.

With a sneer, the sorceress jabbed her staff forwards. Arthur was flattened back against the wall, his head thumping into the stone. Blood bloomed across his already stained shirt as if she’d stabbed him with a blade. His stomach lurched, pain radiating through his entire torso.

Before he had time to recover from the blow, the magical restraints holding his arms and legs vanished and he fell to the floor in a crumpled bleeding heap. The staff was levelled on him again and the pain ricocheted through his body. Agonising pain, like a thousand tiny daggers plunging into his skin, crawled up his back. He keened, the sound torn from him until even his voice gave out. His hands grasped uselessly against the floor, trying to pull himself away, but the pain was never ending. It burned and burned and burned.

He couldn’t breath. Nothing existed apart from the constant pounding in his head. He kicked his feet into the stone floor.

“Let me go,” he begged, his pride shattered as he sobbed into the blood stained floor beneath him. “Let me go.”

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A horrible ragged scream echoed through the building and Merlin dashed forwards. He reached a door at the end of hallway and burst through it, his hand already up and ready to unleash his magic.

Arthur was curled on his side on the floor in the middle of the room, panting and whimpering, blood seeping through his shirt and trickling from between his lips. The sorceress was standing over him, her staff jabbing into his back.

Merlin threw his hand forwards, sending the woman flying into the wall, then hurried to the prince’s side.

“Arthur!” He dropped to his knees, placing one hand on Arthur’s shaking back, keeping the other outstretched to the sorceress.

“Who are you?” she spat, pulling herself up from the crumpled position she had landed in.

“Someone you’re going to wish you hadn’t crossed,” Merlin muttered, bending to try and see Arthur’s face, which was pressed against the flagstone floor, his eyes glazed and partially closed.

“I doubt that,” the woman hissed.

She pulled her staff up and suddenly burning pain was racing through Merlin’s head, ferocious and blinding, feeling like it was going to split his skull in two. He cried out, arching his back and grabbing his head. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t think. Every muscle in his body jerked as fire lanced down his spine.

“No!” he ground out, gritting his teeth.

He blinked, trying to see through the haze of agony, forcing his magic up to fight the incoming spell. Slowly and painfully he managed to push her magic out of his head, clearing his mind and blocking her from making another attempt.

With a gesture of his hand he tugged the staff from her grip, snapping it easily with a spell. He let the two pieces of now useless wood drop to the floor and a flicker of fear crossed the sorceress’s face.

“You can’t…” she whispered.

“You gave me no choice!” Merlin yelled, flinging her back against the wall again.

She slid down it, motionless. Whether she was dead or just knocked out, Merlin didn’t care; Arthur had just groaned and shifted his hand.

“Arthur? Arthur, can you hear me?” Merlin muttered to him, his hands sliding across Arthur’s back and shoulders, searching for injuries.

“M’lin?” He blinked up at him, his eyes clouded, unfocussed and streaming with tears.

“Come on, we have to get you out of here. Can you stand?”

“Wh’ happ’d?” Arthur slurred, his head lolling as Merlin tried to hoist him up a bit.

Merlin didn’t answer, concentrating on getting Arthur sitting upright, leaning against his chest. He pulled Arthur’s arm over his shoulder and slightly unsteadily got to his feet, dragging the prince up with him. He wrapped his arm around his waist, pressing against him and taking his weight on his hip. Arthur just about got his feet under him and together they staggered from the room.

Merlin looked back over his shoulder, saying a spell to bring the ceiling down as soon as they were out of the building. The rumbling, crunching crash of falling masonry roared behind them as Merlin dragged Arthur towards the woods where he’d left his horse.

Arthur wasn’t completely with it as they made their way into the trees, his stumbling feet catching on a root and sending him tumbling to the floor. Merlin was pulled down as well and he breathed heavily as he scrambled back up and leant over Arthur. The prince groaned, his hand clutching at his wounded stomach. Merlin propped him against a tree, brushing the hair back off his face. His eyes still wouldn’t focus.

Frowning, Merlin pulled Arthur’s hand away from his stomach, replacing it with his own. With a quick glance at Arthur’s slack face and closed eyes, Merlin muttered a healing spell, lifting Arthur’s shirt to check the wound. His spell didn’t seem to have had any effect. Whether that was because it was a magically inflicted injury or just because Merlin had never excelled at healing spells, he wasn’t sure. He tried again and managed to at least stop the bleeding.

“M’lin, sound str’nge…” Arthur murmured.

Merlin cut off from the spell guiltily, he’d thought Arthur was unconscious. But his eyes drifted open and he gave Merlin a bleary look.

“How are you?” Merlin asked, ignoring Arthur’s inquisitive comment. If he asked anything else, Merlin could just pass it off as his delusional mind playing tricks on him.

Arthur groaned. “Ev’rythin’ hurts.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I –” He stopped, leaping to his feet when he heard approaching horses. His hands balled into fists, magic pooling in his palms and he stood protectively in front of Arthur.

Thundering hooves shook the ground until suddenly several dozen horses burst through the trees ahead of them. The red cloaks of Camelot knights flowing behind their riders.

“Merlin?!”

One horse cantered over and the rider looked down at him. Sir Leon opened his mouth to ask a question but before he could say anything, he caught sight of the prince slumped behind him, and immediately slid off his horse, hurrying to Arthur’s side.

“Sire! Arthur?” He put a gentle hand under Arthur’s chin, tilting his face up to look at him. Then turned to Merlin. “What happened? Where’s the sorceress?”

“I… I don’t know,” Merlin lied. “I didn’t see her, I just found Arthur and got him out.” He gestured behind him in the direction of the collapsed building.

“Go and search! Find that sorceress and bring her back to the king. Preferably dead,” Leon ordered the other knights and half of them rode off in the direction Merlin had pointed, the rest circling the trees around the fallen prince. Leon grimaced and looked back at Merlin. “How did you know where to find him, Merlin?”

“I – he told me where he was going and I, um, just searched the surrounding areas?” Merlin offered, knowing his voice sounded uncertain in the lie, but hoping Leon would be preoccupied enough by Arthur to not notice.

The knight gave him a brief searching look, but then turned his attention to the prince.

“Leon…?” Arthur looked up at him, confusion tilting his eyebrows into a frown.

“Yes, it’s me, Arthur.” Leon smiled, his hand gripping Arthur’s shoulder. “Come on, we’re going to get you home.”

Merlin helped Leon lift Arthur to his feet and carry him over to Leon’s horse, where they hoisted him up into the saddle. Leon gave the patrol of knights orders to keep searching the area, then mounted up behind Arthur, wrapping an arm securely around his middle to hold him to his chest.

Merlin dashed into the trees to find where he’d tied his own horse and scrambled up into the saddle, trotting quickly back to Leon’s side.

“Thank you, Merlin.” Leon gave him a large smile. “Well done.”

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years

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End of the Tunnel: V

George Weasley x Reader

Description: It’s almost been a year since Freed Weasley was lost to the Battle of Hogwarts, and for George Weasley it might as well be an eternity. He is lost in the dark, no color to be found. Until suddenly there might be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Warnings: (future as well as present) suicidal thoughts, smut, angst, fluff, depression, attempted SUICIDE, self harm, torture, mentions of torture

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Hannah had never been so nervous. She was wringing her hands, wearing a whole in their kitchen floor as she waited for George to be ready. She smoothed her dress for the thousandth time and glanced at her reflection in the microwave. Nothing was out of place, except for her, she was going to be ridiculously out of place.

“Ready to go?” he asked coming out of the bathroom. Hannah whirled around, terror written across every inch of her face. “Are you alright,” he all but laughed, rushing to her side.

“No,” she gasped, “They’re going to hate me.”

“No one is going to hate you, in fact my dad might want to adopt you the moment you meet,” he laughed but she wasn’t convinced. “Hannah, I’m telling you, it’ll be fine. You’ve been wizards before.”

“Not your family.”

“You know Ron and Hermione; they’ll both be there.” That settled her nerves a bit, but she was still shaking from head to toe. He rubbed her shoulder before kissing her forehead. “Shall we go?”

“Fine, but if they hate me you must promise you won’t abandon me.”

“They’re not going to hate you, and I most certainly am not going to abandon you.” She sighed and he took her hand. “You look lovely by the way, I love this dress,” he said twirling her around a bit to calm her nerves, admiring the red skirt of the dress that flowed away from her waist.

“Thank you,” she laughed when he caught her in his arms.

“Ready?” She nodded and with a quick wink he apparated the pair to just outside the Burrow.

Her eyes were wide with delight at the sight, and all the little creatures running around the garden.

“It’s magnificent! Even if they hate me I might have to sneak back,” she gasped and he rolled his eyes.

“They’re not going to hate you,” he reminded her once more, but she wasn’t having it. She simply shooed him away and took another deep breath.

“Lead the way,” she finally managed to say, and he did so, hand on the small of her back. He pushed open the door and chaos ensued. Twelve people were darting around the kitchen, two of them no more than tiny children held in the arms of their keepers. When the door closed another wave of anxiety washed over her. Twelve very capable wizards were dancing around this kitchen and she was nothing but an insignificant spot in their room.

“Hannah,” Hermione called over the masses, rushing towards her. The moment she was in Hermione’s hands, George disappeared into the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were coming to dinner, I would have insisted we apparate together.”

“I’m just glad you’re here,” Hannah said breathlessly, looking around at the small room. “It’s a bit much.”

“Oh yes. It’s a large crowd for your first day. Almost everyone decided to show up. Only Fleur’s missing I think. I wasn’t even aware George was coming today, it’s been ages since we’ve seen him around here.”

“Oh.”

“Shall I show you around?” Hannah almost dropped with relief.

“Yes, please, before we have to sit down,” she managed to stutter, and Hermione offered her a soft smile before drawing her into the crowd.

“Charlie, this is Hannah,” Hermione began before assuring her that Charlie was certainly the most relaxed of the bunch.

“Nice t’ meet yah.”

“You too, Charlie.”

“How’d they manage to get yah in here on this fine Sunday morning?”

“She’s George’s.”

“Really? And how’d yah meet?”

“My bar actually.”

“Not school?”

“Unless he was secretly attending muggle school, I don’t think so,” she laughed, trying to slip the fact into the conversation as naturally as she could. She just wanted to see how he would react.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” he laughed and Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as Hermione dragged her away, towards another corner where Ginny and Harry were laughing between themselves.

“And this Harry and Ginny, they’re deeply in love,” Hermione informed her just out of earshot.

“Hermione,” Harry greeted before flanking at the girl standing at her side, “And you must be Hannah. Ron and Hermione mentioned you last week at lunch. How are you and George doing?”

“Uh, uh, we’re good. I didn’t know anyone knew,” Hannah managed to say.

“Oh, you know Ronald, he can’t keep anything to himself,” Ginny laughed, “Honestly, I’m glad George found someone, he just seemed so sad.”

“Well, I don’t fix that,” Hannah whispered, glancing at George was having a solemn conversation with another one of his brothers.

“Yes, you do,” Ginny said, “He wouldn’t even think about coming on Sunday’s before you, the last time was… a nightmare.”

“Oh, what happened?” Hannah asked but the group grew quiet.

“Just know Sunday dinner didn’t happen the next week. It was-.”

“Supper time,” the woman at the center of it all announced and Hannah darted towards George as quickly as she could, not wanting to get sat by some stranger who was going to question her about every little thing. She grabbed his hand through the crowd, and he pulled her to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“How goes it?” he whispered, and she shrugged.

“They haven’t thrown me out yet.”

“And they won’t.” Hannah rolled her eyes before sitting beside him, sliding her chair as close to George’s as she could.

“Relax, it’s just family dinner.”

“What happened at the last one you went to?” she asked softly and he tensed.

“Let’s not talk about it,” he replied gruffly and she nodded, setting a small reminder for herself to bug him later. Eventually the group settled around the table, not quite silent but certainly more contained than before. It was a large table, the largest one she had ever sat at and they all looked so warm, at least to one another. He took her hand beneath the table and she leaned in. It was that moment that his mother took notice of the uncommon couple.

“George,” she gasped staring with wide eyes at the pair, “Who is this?”

“I’d like you to meet Hannah.” All eyes turned to her and she wished the chair would swallow her up. She offered a small wave.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were seeing anyone? Were you in the same year at school?” she asked and like an angel sent from above, Charlie interrupted her.

“Mum, interrogate them later, I’m starving,” he said and if she hadn’t been dating George she would have kissed him, right there. Their mum narrowed her eyes but returned her eyes to the food. Simultaneously, the two looked at Charlie and offered him grateful smiles.

The food was delicious. She had never eaten anything so wonderful, except of course her own mother’s. It was cooked with love and tenderness and she could feel it in every bite.

“So, Hannah, how is business?” Hermione, who had thankfully sat on the other side of her, asked.

“Awesome actually, the wizarding side of business has definitely increased since the war and George putting up the flyer really help.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Yes, it is. You should come by sometime, and Ron, of course.”

“Where do you work?” his mum asked from across the table.

“I own a bar, along the edge of London.”

“Oh? And how old are you?”

“Mum!” George snapped but Hannah ran her hand along his thigh.

“Nineteen, twenty in June, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Molly, and that seems a but young to own a bar.”

“It was inherited. Tragically, during your war.”

“Our war?”

“I guess it can be mine too, seeing as we were all affected by it, even us muggles,” she said, choking softly on the word. The table seemed to grow quieter, almost deathly silent at the proclamation.

“I didn’t know you were a muggle.”

“Since birth.”

“Well, Dad, make sure you talk this one,” Bill called to his father and Arthur glanced up from his meal, a quizzical look on his face.

“Huh?” The table burst into laughter and Hannah eased into relaxation.

The rest of the evening had all gone by in a blur. Hannah had met the whole family, a couple times over, and promised Arthur she would answer everyone of his questions. Molly had interrogated them, just as promised. She was forced to answer everything from her favorite subject in school, to her favorite color, to the size of her own family. At the end of the day it hadn’t been nearly as awful as she had predicted.

But now it was George’s turn to be nervous.

“I’m a wizard, Hannah, Merlin’s beard they’re going to be shocked.”

“Weren’t you just telling me last week that there wasn’t anything to worry about?” she laughed, their arms linked together as they walked down the street. “They’ve met wizards before.”

“But you’ve never dated one before,” he yelled before turning to her quickly, “Right?”

“No, I’ve never dated one before you, but I do have other friends, speaking of we’ve been invited to lunch on Wednesday with a wizard friend of mine and his girlfriend.”

“Yes, yes, that’s fine, it’s today that I’m worried about.” Hannah rolled her eyes.

“If anything you can take comfort in the fact that my dad can’t curse you if he doesn’t like you. Anyhow, it’s my brother you need to impress.”

“Not helpful,” he said through clenched teeth and she laughed again, coming to a stop in front of a rather large house. “And of course, you’re rich.”

“What?”

“You’re rich, didn’t think to mention that before we got here?”

“I was testing you, to see if you’re a gold digger,” she joked and he elbowed her.

“Not funny, what fork am I supposed to use?”

“The one by the plate…” He groaned but she took his hands in hers, staring up at him with understanding eyes. “George, look at me, you’re going to be fine. I love you, and therefore, they’ll love you.” With that she knocked on the door, sending him a comforting smile.

The door swung open and a blonde woman beamed at them.

“Hannah’s here,” she called, pulling the girl into her arms.

“Caroline!” Hannah greeted, returning the hug full heartedly.

“And who is this?” she asked, eyes running over George with a smirk.

“George, meet Caroline, my baby sister.”

“Baby, please, a year does not constitute baby. Please, come in.” The couple stepped through the threshold and George couldn’t help but stare at the large paintings and enormous chandeliers. Another couple came out of the dining room and George’s stomach churned once again. They were dressed very nicely, and suddenly his nicest pair of slacks didn’t feel nice at all.

“Hannah,” the woman gasped, pulling her daughter into her arms before turning to George and offering him the same warm welcome. He was surprised to be completely honest, but he awkwardly returned it before shaking her father’s hand.

“Where’s Henry?” Hannah asked peering around.

“He’ll be in a bit later. Now George, I hope you don’t mind but we’ve forgone the dining room for the patio, if that’s alright with you?”

“Oh of course, Mrs. Gladdis.”

“Do hear that, Mrs. Gladdis, call me Diana, and this my husband, Peter.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” he managed as Diana dragged both him and Hannah through another grand hall and into the backyard. Fairy lights were hung on every banister and burgers were grilling in the corner. It smelled divine, but he was mostly glad that he was outside.

He answered question after question, mostly from Caroline and Mrs. Gladdis, while he endured an interested stare from her father. It was going smoothly, or as smooth as meeting the parents could, until the front door slammed shut again.

“Honey, I’m home,” came a call from the kitchen and suddenly Hannah was gone, running towards the voice. George almost stood to follow but Caroline held him to his chair.

“Henry,�� she cried, not even stopping when she rammed her shoulder into a pillar.

“I wouldn’t risk it, she’s his absolute pet and I wouldn’t get in the way of their reunion,” she said with an eye roll. “I mean, impressing my dad is nothing compared to Henry.”

“Oh, why’s that?” he asked nervously.

“Well, let’s just say dad never beat up on her boyfriends that didn’t pass.” George swallowed, and then again when they walked in together. Henry had taken after her father. While George was a bit taller, he certainly wasn’t as broad.

“Henry, you must meet George,” she gushed, dragging him towards the table. George stood, shaking his hand as he went. His grip was tight but friendly, it seemed he would not meet the same fate as the boys Caroline had mentioned quite yet.

“Pleasure, to meet you Henry.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Hannah’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hopefully good things,” he chuckled nervously and Henry gave him smirk that spoke in volumes, they would talk later, when he could be properly threatened. Hannah watched the exchange, eyes wide before she leapt from Henry’s side to George’s. Henry seemed a bit surprised, but his smile was suddenly softer.

“Of course. Now, mum, shall we eat?”

Dinner proceeded without many incidents. Henry only caught their hands clasped beneath the table, and after a swift kick from Hannah, he left the matter alone. It was the moments after dinner and the friendly laughter, when the women went inside to clean up that George set up his guard.

“She’s absolutely smitten with you,” her father said and George nodded.

“And I with her.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he said before following his wife into the kitchen. Now, it was just him and Henry.

“She is smitten. And you make her happy.”

“I hope so, she makes me happy.”

“I just hope it stays that way.”

“Me too.”

“Yes, for both of your sake, I hope it does. I love Hannah, and I would do anything to keep her safe. And the fact you’re a wizard means nothing to me.” George nearly choked.

“You know?”

“Of course, I told you she told me about you. We all know, it’s just not that big of a concern. My only concern is her happiness, and as I said before, for now, that’s you.” George swallowed nervously, prepared to kiss Hannah right there when she came back onto the patio and sat close to him, smiling warmly.

The rest of the night went of without a hitch and it wasn’t until later that night, as they were climbing into bed that George’s mind finally relaxed enough to remember their supposed double date later that week.

“Hey Hannah?”

“Hmm?”

“Who’s that wizard friend of yours, I might know him.”

“You did go to school together; he was a couple years younger though I think. Draco Malfoy.”

“Oh,” he said before closing his eyes, pulling him close. It was only a few seconds later that the name registered and he shot up, startling Hannah in the process. “What!”

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the-dead-skwad · 3 years

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Miss Lestrange Part 3 X Reader X George Weasley

Sorry it’s been a spell ;) I’ve been super busy with my new job and metal health kicking my ass. Also don’t get hung up over the spelling mistakes, my nails are so long and I always miss something out.

Summary: It’s going to be lonely tis Christmas or so you thought.

?!? Warning: Slight mention of self harm, Parental abuse.

Tag : @hopeladybug @supernaturalidjitjess @til-the-end-of-the-line

This year had gotten even crazier and it wasn’t even Christmas yet. Umbridge was terrified of you; Not long after your screaming match in her first lesson she called you to her office. She told you you were there to write lines but of course there would be a catch. As you started to write the words formed as scratches on the back of your hand. You looked up at her with her sadistic grin. You glanced back to your hand “Does the ministry approve?”

“Excuse me?” She cleared her throat.

You smiled “That’s what I thought.” You stared straight at her with a smile on your face.

“What are you?” Her grin was gone.

You put the torture quill to the parchment and started to scratch, scribbling a giant bunch of mess, never breaking eye contact.

“Stop it!” She screamed. “Get out!”

You collected your things still smiling. When you finally got to the hallway you stopped. “Owww.. merlin that hurt.” You held on to it with your other hand.

After all that she hadn’t even acknowledge you were even there. Every lesson, if she saw you in the hallways, you were invisible. It suited you fine.

I was approaching Christmas now and you just weren’t feeling it. Everyone would head back to their parents, their family’s have a really nice time and you would roam the empty halls all alone. Some kids would stay but it was no one you knew.

You went to leave the dungeons when Draco stopped you. “How you doing?”

“What do you want Draco?”

“I hear your joining the quidditch team.”

“And what if I am?”

He walked over to the table where there were two large boxes “Mother sent you these.”

“What the hell is that? I don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity. She was proud of you making the team, you got brand new kit and the best broom.”

“Oh…” Narcissa was the only person who had looked after you ever “Tell her thank you and that I’m sorry I can’t come home.”

“She understands.” He walked off and you took your stuff to your room.

“What’s that?” Pansy was in your dorm.

“Er Quidditch stuff.”

She pulled a face at you “How did you afford that? Aren’t you like an orphan?”

“Just because my aunt buys me things and can’t stand you doesn’t mean you have to be bitter.” You flashed her a sarcastic smile. “And besides.. my parents are very much alive.” Winking at her made her exit the room, fast.

When you left the dungeon Fred popped up out of no where. “It’s Christmas!” He shouted in your face.

“Fuck Fred! I know.. I’d like to make it to Christmas without having a heart attack.”

He laughed “Sorry, George wants to see you in the astronomy tower.”

“Okay, you know why?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Right..” You looked at him funny “A good one?”

He frowned at you “Is there bad surprises?”

“Well that heart attack you just gave me wasn’t pleasant.”

“Just go!” He pushed you forward.

He stood at the rail looking over the grounds. “Hey.” Your soft voice from behind him melted his heart. He turned to look at you “Hey beautiful.”

“Fred said you wanted to see me?”

He leaned in and just millimetres away from your lips he whispered “Always.” Causing your knees to almost buckle. He pulled away making you sad at the lack of contact. “I know you’re not looking forward to Christmas and I thought you could spend Christmas with us.”

You sighed “You know that’s the only thing I want to do but it’s not safe. I’m not putting your family in danger.”

“Shut up for a second.” His abruptness shocked you. “I have something for you.” He handed you a small box.

Inside was a necklace made of a chain and a beautiful crystal. “Oh George, this is stunning. What stone is this?”

“Well that’s the cool thing you see. This stone is enchanted and when wearing it anyone who uses dark magic can’t find you. It’s a protection stone.”

Your mouth dropped open. “So… so I can be with you?”

“And it gets better, I have spoken to my mum. We are staying at the Burrows to collect some things just for the first night and then we’re going to a safer location where the order meets. So you’re even safer.”

“George I don’t think you know what this means to me..” You threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much.”

You leaned back and looked at each other “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you George.”

Travelling to the burrows made you nervous at first. Every noise you heard your heart jumped. But George was there to squeeze your hand or wrap his arm around you. When you finally arrived looking up at the house your whole body relaxed. It felt like home.

“It’s no Malfoy Manor but it’s home.” Ron smiled at you though the mouth full of food he had some how found.

You smiled at them all “It’s beautiful.”

A small yelp made you jump “You’re home!” You turned to see the happiest woman covered in multi-coloured wool. She ran to the boys and hugged them. “How was the trip?” She turned to Ginny. “You all in one piece?”

“If it wasn’t for Fred’s driving.” Ginny snapped at him. He just shrugged in response.

She looked at you “Oh sweetheart!” She opened up her arms and squeezed you tight “You must be Y/N. How are you feeling deary?”

“Much better now I’m here. Your house is amazing Mrs Weasley.”

“Oh pff please call me Molly. George has told me so much about you.”

“Oh that’s not terrifying.” You could see the look in her eye. All the things she wanted to say to you but didn’t know how. You smiled and gave her a reassuring nod.

She squeezed both your hands “You must be starving.”

The food was incredible. Everyone sat there shovelling it in while all the siblings bickered. You heard Ginny from across the table “Ron I swear if you don’t put your elbows down I’ll tell Hermione you still have a blanky.”

His face turned bright red “No I don’t! And why would I care what she thinks anyway?”

You and George shared a look. Ron pointed a chicken leg at him “I saw that!”

After you had all finished you sat by the fire for a while. They all told stories from when they were children. Like George turning Ron’s chocolate into spiders or when Fred tried to hide the firework he made and blew up the toilet.

Your eyes started to get heavy. “Shall we head up?” George whispered in your ear. You nodded.

As you both walked up the stairs Fred whistled after you receiving the middle finger from you both.

You stood by his bed in just your t-shirt and shorts. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“What?” you said as you tied up your crazy hair into a loose bun.

“I’ve just never seen you like this.” His head propped up by his arm.

“What? Scruffy?”

“No!” He laughed “You know, we’ve just never been allowed in the same room alone like this.” He swung his legs off the bed and sat on the side.

You sat on his knee facing him, your knee’s either side of his legs. “You nervous Georgie?”

He placed his hand on your lower back to keep you steady. He smiled into a kiss “Far from it.”

After a few minutes of kissing you leaned back. He groaned from the lack of contact. “Sorry I gotta pee.”

“Down the stairs next to mum and dads room.”

You did an army salute as you left. The idea of him lying there in just his boxers, waiting for you. You practically leapt down the entire flight of stairs.

Leaving the toilet you could hear raised voices coming from Molly and Arthurs room. You weren’t rude enough to listen to a couples argument but then you heard your name.

“You are not listening to me Molly.”

“I am but you’re talking nonsense.”

“No I’m not.. Did you see her at the table? She can already do things without her wand!”

Hearing them talk about you in a bad way hurt you deep.

“We knew she was going to be powerful. There was no question in that. Arthur she is only a child.”

“How can you trust her? Not only is she powerful she is literally the spit of Belatrix. How can you just let her into our home?”

“You are just paranoid. George trusts her!”

“He is blinded by love! Or by a spell she put on him. I think she should leave.”

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should leave, you were selfish to think that you could live a normal life with someone you loved. What you thought you would get married and have children? Live a normal life? You were just kidding yourself. Prolonging the time till your mother got a hold of you again.

As you ran down the stairs you tripped over something making a right noise. You looked up the stairs as Molly Arthur and George ran to the stairs.

Tears blurred your vision as you ripped through the front door. You looked out into the vast fields around you. Without your broom there was no where to really go. Felling started to become overwhelming. You dropped to your knees and screamed. A circle of fire burst around you.

George stood in front of you the flames roaring between you. He looked down at you and noticed your hand wrapped around your necklace. “Y/N stop.. please listen to me.”

You couldn’t hear him over all the voices in your head, all the people telling you you were worthless, a bad guy, the devils daughter, nothing but a traitor, only good for wiping their feet on. You were completely unaware you were pulling on the necklace.

George knew you couldn’t take it off otherwise they would come for you. “Y/N please! Listen to my voice. Just mine.”

Slowly his voice pushed through the noise. Your breathing started to slow.

He got his arm and went to reach forward. “George!” Molly shouted “What are you doing?”

“She won’t hurt me.” He stuck his hand straight through the fire. To him it was almost cold. He stepped through and knelt down in front of you.

Him placing his hand over yours cause your eyes to burst open. “George?”

“Its me. You’re okay.”

As you fell passing out in his arms the fire disappeared. He held onto you tight. Scooping you up into his arms he walked back into the house. He placed you down on the sofa and lit the fire to keep you warm. The rest of the family stood looking at you both.

“Do you have an idea what she has been through?” He voice was sharp but not loud enough to wake you.

“All I said was that I’m not sure after everything that has happened we should trust her.” Arthur stood his ground.

“She doesn’t just burst into a circle of fire because someone doesn’t trust her. I am all she has.. Her own family want her dead and everyone else is too scared of her to even look at her. Do you know how she must feel? Her own mother almost tortured her to death.”

Arthur swallowed hard. “Maybe I was a bit harsh.”

“Maybe?” Ginny looked at him in disbelief.

Molly approached your sleeping body, she moved your hair out your face and stroked it gently. “Maybe she needs the love of a real family.”

George sat on the sofa and pulled you into his body. “That’s all she’s ever wanted.”

Molly smiled at him sweetly “And that’s what you’re going to give her?”

“That and the entire world if she wishes.”

She nodded “Then that’s what we’ll give her. This family.”

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supimjustwriting · 4 years

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First Request ~!

Yandere Arthur Pendragon x Small Reader Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Yandere themes

If you are uncomfortable with any of these subjects. Please don’t read. Thank you in advance.

Summary:

The King of Knights has been acting uncharacteristically to say the least. Barging into conversations he wasn’t a part of. Always asking to accompany the master despite fighting archers. When questioned his signature smile would paint his features. “It is my duty to protect you. Is it not Master?”

Author's note:

My first request from @deepdarkmindobservation ! I hope it’s to your liking. These are some thorny flowers you’ve planted.

Master, let me get that for you.

Y/N would you like to go on a walk with me?

Was training tough today? I might not be the best but I can try to give you a massage.

Let me accompany you Master. I promise I won’t do anything that’ll get in your way.

As endearing the Saber’s words were. They also felt suffocating in a way. Of course you knew Arthur meant well but there were things you can manage on your own. You’d think waking up next to a king would be a treat until you realize your door was locked and you fell asleep alone. Honestly Kiyohime should take notes.

Speak of the devil. There’s the blue saber now.

“Master, do you have a moment?” His voice was smooth as always with eyes deep blue like the sea.

Checking things off your mental list. You nod and smile brightly at the Saber. “I don’t seem to be forgetting anything. So, I’ve got time to spare. What do you need Arthur?”

Putting a finger to his lips. The king simply smiled, giving you a playful wink. “That is a surprise. So, if you will, my lady.” Offering his hand. The king of knights gave you a low bow, pressing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles before dragging you off to the rayshifting room.

“I’ve already set everything up with Da Vinci,” a soft blush dusted his cheeks as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “You trust me, don’t you master? So, may I please ask you to keep your eyes closed until I say it’s safe. I promise no harm will come to you. I simply don’t wish for the surprise to be ruined.”

Oh how he wanted nothing more than to cover your eyes with his hands, shielding your precious gaze from this ugly world. To hold you close and always have a watchful eye on you wherever you go. Alas he was nothing but a servant, at the moment. If only fate allowed him to become more. For now he was content.

Cue Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Rayshift Stuff.

An eerie calm surrounded the two of you. It was as if floating on air with Arthur being the only thing keeping you grounded. Upon landing, you stamped your foot. Only to be greeted by the sound of stone? Were you on a path leading somewhere?

A familiar laugh brought you back from your thoughts. Only earning the knight a slight pout.

“My apologies. It’s just that seeing you here reminded me of my previous master. Like her, I’ll do my best to protect you. Now please open your eyes.”

You chuckled, feeling him playing with your hair. Only to be greeted with the sight of falling petals in what seemed to be a greenhouse. The entire area held an ethereal glow, making the whole area like a place in a fairy tale.

A light blush dusted your cheeks as he seemed to fit in perfectly at the picturesque scene. The blonde saber gave you a knowing smile before kneeling down and pressing his forehead against your knuckles.

“Master, as the King of Camelot and your trusted servant. I vow everything to you. My body, soul and sword are yours to wield. All I ask is for you to stay by my side and I shall serve you even if it’s against fate’s wishes.”

The once clear ocean eyes carried a storm within. His grip around your hand tightened as if letting you go will cause you to disappear.

“Arthur,” to his surprise, you gently squeezed his hand back. Closing your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, sealing his vow. “You will always be my most treasured servant. Should your spirit origin be destroyed. I shall simply re summon you back. Should fate break us apart. Then I shall fight fate by your side. I love you my knight.”

And thus started your twisted fairy tale.

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beardofkamenev · 3 years

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1, 5, 7 :)

Thanks for the ask! This is kinda a long one without any pretty pictures, so I’ve tagged it for anyone who doesn’t want it clogging up their dash.

1. Historical figure you used to like before you learned more about.

I’ve never actually liked him, but Winston Churchill. I knew he was 'problematic’ to an extent, but I was pretty neutral on him since, you know, he “saved Europe” from the Nazis. I also didn’t learn about him in school, so I just took the established opinion of him at face value. But MY GOD he was a racist, white supremacist, imperialist, genocidal piece of shit. Here are some choice quotes from the man himself:

On the Boer War (1902): “[It was] great fun galloping about.” “[My only] irritation [is] “that Kaffirs should be allowed to fire on white men” (The ‘great fun’ being the war in which the British sent 100,000+ black Africans to concentration camps, and ‘Kaffir’ being a racist term for black Africans.)

On the use of chemical weapons against the Kurds (1920): “I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against the uncivilised tribes … it would spread a lively terror.”

On Mussolini (1927): “In the conflict between Fascism and Bolshevism, there was no doubt where my sympathies and convictions lay.” (Hint: it was fascism.)

On Palestinians (1930s): “Barbaric hordes who ate little but camel dung.” On self-determination: “I do not agree that the dog in a manger has the final right to the manger.”

On Jewish people (1937): “It may be that, unwittingly, they are inviting persecution — that they have been partly responsible for the antagonism from which they suffer.” (Hitler was already in power, so YIKES)

On the genocide of Native Americans and Indigenous Australians (1937): “I do not admit, for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place.”

On the partition of India (1947): “I’d rather see them have a good civil war.” “The Hindus were [a] race protected by their mere pullulation from the doom that is due” (’Pullulation’ meaning ‘to multiply rapidly’, and ‘the doom that is their due’ being the brutal, sectarian partition in which millions were killed and displaced. Churchill may have helped create Pakistan — or as he called it, Britain’s “bit of India” — but he despised Pakistanis, who he considered a “lower manifestation” of humanity.)

On the Bengal Famine which killed 3 million (1944): “I hate Indians. They are a beastly people with a beastly religion.” (Keep in mind that, like the Irish Famine, the Bengal Famine was a direct result of his own government exporting rice from India, despite the fact that crops had failed and that Churchill was repeatedly warned that continuing to export rice would lead to famine. Not only did Churchill deny relief to Bengal, but he also blamed the Bengalis for their own starvation for “breeding like rabbits.”)

His opposition to Nazism wasn’t nearly as principled as most people believe. Far from being an anti-fascist and anti-Nazi, Churchill was himself a fascist eugenicist, who only opposed the Nazis insofar as Hitler’s imperial ambitions threatened British dominance. This was the same Churchill who once boasted that the “Aryan stock is bound to triumph,” and whose main criticism of Hitler was that he had “not been mellowed by the great success that ha[d] attended him,” lamenting the loss of “the Hitler of peace and tolerance.” I was neutral on Churchill before, but now I’m pretty comfortable placing him in the same league as other racist mass murderers, if not in death toll, then certainly in his views. The British Viceroy of India said that “Churchill’s attitude towards India and the famine is negligent, hostile and contemptuous.” The Indian Secretary of State said that there wasn’t “much difference between his outlook and Hitler's.” His own secretary attested to him saying that Indians were “a foul race ... and he wished Bert Harris could send some of his surplus bombers to destroy them.” And those were just his view on Indians. While Churchill’s own colleagues saw him as an extremist, the cult of British exceptionalism demands that these inconvenient aspects of his legacy be ignored, lest they contradict the narrative of the Empire as an ultimately beneficial, civilising force.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think that Churchill is worthy of serious study, as all influential and complex figures are. But he is uncritically considered The Greatest Briton of All Time purely because of his whitewashed wartime legacy, which has been used time and time again to dismiss the very real harm he caused to millions of people and continues to cause harm today. Stalin also “saved Europe” from the Nazis, but it would be insulting to say his role in defeating Nazism somehow excuses his atrocities. Yet Churchill’s atrocities are constantly excused because his victims were mostly brown “savages” (his words), who needed to be ‘civilised’ anyway. You only have to look at this BBC article to see his apologists’ mental gymnastics in trying to defend him (here’s my favourite: “Although Churchill did think that white people were superior, that didn't mean he necessarily thought it was OK to treat non-white people in an inhumane way”). As a POC from a former American colony, I find the systematic erasure of the atrocities committed by the Anglosphere and the knee-jerk defensiveness towards any acknowledgement of the intergenerational trauma caused beyond irritating. The Cult of Churchill is but one example of this.

5. Historical figure we should talk more about.

JASPER TUDOR UNCLE OF THE CENTURY. Now that was a man who was actually loyal to his brothers and protected his nephews, unlike... some other uncles I could name lol. He’s also the one Tudor man (aside from Arthur) that PGregs couldn’t demonise, although she did still portray him as a 26 year old man being in hopelessly love with his 13 year old sister-in-law, which uh, NEVER HAPPENED.

Anyway, I have a whole tag devoted to Jasper here if you want to learn more about him. There are also three historical biographies dedicated to him: Jasper Tudor: Dynasty Maker by Terry Breverton (2014), Jasper Tudor: Godfather of the Tudor Dynasty by Debra Bayani (2015), and Jasper: The Tudor Kingmaker by Dr Sarah Elin Roberts (2015). I haven’t actually read them myself so I can’t give you my opinion on them, but I have read Wales and the Wars of the Roses by Howell T. Evans (1915) which discusses Jasper in detail and I highly recommend.

7. Favourite primary source.

Oh man, it’s so hard to choose! Purely in terms of aesthetics, it has to be Les Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. I even have a whole tag devoted to salivating over the pretty colours lol. In terms of textual information, I’d probably say Henry VII’s letter to his mama, Maggie B. It reveals so much about Henry’s relationship with his mother, including how close they were, how much he respected her, and how often they collaborated in matters of state. It also includes this cute line:

I shall be as glad to plese you as youre herte can desire hit, and I knowe welle that I am as much bounden so to doe as any creture lyvyng, for the grete and singular moderly love and affection that hit hath plesed you at all tymes to ber towards me.

I was supposed to write a post about it, but I got lazy so it’s still sitting in my drafts. In terms of both textual information and literature, I think Gwaith Lewys Glyn Cothi is pretty underrated as a primary source. They’re poems, so naturally there’s a lot of embellishment, but they give a lot of insight into the under-explored Welsh aspect of the Wars of the Roses from someone who actually lived through the era. I’m also Jasper Tudor trash, so of course I’d like anything that talks about him.

(The history asks meme is still open!)

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Severus Snape x Reader- Starstruck (2/2)

Part 1 found here---> Ta Da

Previously:

Wand still posed against your neck he dragged you back to the abandoned house. Only when you were safe inside, having cast a protective charm on the place, did he release you. Spinning on your heel you brought your palm up to his cheek swiftly, the sound of you smacking him ringing out against the silent night. “That was for acting like a pig,” You sniffled, pride wounded.

And then, you grabbed the front of his robes, lips slanting against his, all teeth and tongue. His hands stalled just above your hips, unsure of what to do next. “And that, was for saving my life,” You panted.

Too concerned with your safe arrival it went unnoticed by all in the order, including yourself, that for the first time since he was a schoolboy, Severus Snape was a little bit flustered, and a whole lot starstruck.

You wished that you could say the days after your rescue had been peaceful and filled with bliss. In reality, you found yourself overwhelmed during the day and terrified during the night. Molly was darling and you appreciated her to no end, but you were growing weary of the questions and constant attention. When she realized you weren’t fond of answering her prodding inquiries, she pretended as if nothing was wrong. You were glad for it but you caught her long glances and pitying stares.

Sirius tried to be helpful too, having more insight on what you might’ve been through than Molly, but his attempts also fell flat. His best idea was to coax you to eat, encourage you to put the weight that you had lost from being withheld from food and water for all the time that you had been tortured and on the run. You wanted it to help but you had no appetite, but the demons in the back of your mind made your stomach churn with memories you wanted to forget.

It all came to a head one night when Arthur had joined you all for dinner. He was a bit too boisterous, a bit too excited. He was a fun and loving man and you never wanted him to change, yet the way he slammed his silverware down on the table as he told another joke you weren’t quite listening to startled you and his long and deep laughs unsettled you, reminding you of the taunting you had endured.

Your hands began to shake and you felt your heart begin to pound relentlessly. You stood, hands quivering and face pale as you looked apologetically to the friends in front of you. “Excuse me,” You squeaked, leaving no other explanation as you ran upstairs, finding the room that Sirius was allowing you to stay in “for as long as you needed” he had said.

Severus watched with what appeared to be boredom but deep beneath the surface he felt some...concern. Ever since you were a first year in Hogwarts, Severus had been able to see a fire within you, it seemed as if current events had been steadily stomping that fire out. It caused an ache in his chest where he hadn’t thought one possible.

“Oh dear,” Molly sighed beside him, worrying at her apron as she began to gather dishes. “The poor dear,”

“No use in pitying the woman,” Severus vocalized.

Molly ground her teeth together, rounded cheeks flushing red. “She’s been through-”

“I didn’t say she hasn’t been through difficult and unspeakable things,” Severus remarked, taking no time to apologize for his interruption of Molly’s oncoming scolding. “But pitying her will not take that away. Y/N needs space,”

“She needs care!” Sirius interjected. “Something I don’t think you’d know about,”

Severus bristled, his steely gaze locked on his old tormentor. “I shall be turning in for the night. The meal was filling as always Molly,” He chose his words carefully, knowing the balance in grimmauld place was an unstable one. The rest of the order let him retreat in silence, keeping their mouths closed, lips pressed together in thin lines.

Severus took the room across from yours, lingering in the hall for just a moment. He heard nothing and assumed you must have fallen asleep despite the horrors that were clearly plaguing you. You had opened his eyes to something new that he had never considered before: opening his heart again. Your kiss had left him rattled to say the least.

He told himself it was simply out of relief and appreciation but you always had a kind word for him, a sympathetic smile, when everyone else in the room only had cold shoulders and clipped sentences. You were objectively, a pretty woman. He could appreciate the shape of your body, the lilt of your voice, the edge to your wit. You had intelligence and nerve but you didn’t use it to ground others beneath your feet. Your kindness was given freely.

Which is why it had begun to pain him, pondering of the weight of your torture and how it must be eating away at you. He would take your struggles and burdens onto his own shoulders if he could and that is how Severus knew you had captured his heart. It had been decades since he had cared for anyone other than himself.

Being unable to rest, Severus took out a book and settled against his headboard for the night, his readers slipping over his nose as his head started to nod some time after ending the seventh chapter. The words blurred on the page but suddenly snapped back into focus as he heard a scream that melted into a whimper and ended with a cry. He was at full attention now as your senseless pleas and screams rang from your room.

Had you begged and cried in a similar way when you had been tortured? Severus couldn’t bear the thought of it.

Climbing from his bed he padded across the room, rough wood floors creaking beneath his feet. It seemed your cries didn’t only wake him, for when he opened his bedroom door he found Tonks and Remus peering out of their bedroom with bleary and sleep glazed eyes.

“Should we wake her?” Tonks asked, looking between Severus and her husband, a yawn tugging itself from her lungs. Remus gave Severus a long look as he closed his bedroom door behind him, taking a step forward to your room.

“I can help her,” He explained as the werewolf continued to eye him wearily.

“I thought she needed space,” Remus had an argument resting heavily on the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly, your voice rang out clearly, “S-severus please, help me, I’m so scared.... so scared.... They’re coming!” It seemed you were still dreaming but you had spoken. It seemed you wanted Severus.

Taking small pride in this, Severus tried to give Remus a reassuring look that appeared more like a sneer. The couple retreated back to their room as you continued to cry out into the night. Opening your door slowly, Severus surveyed the room, turning on a small lamp that stood in the far corner of the dusty bedroom. It cast a warm glow over the room that hopefully wouldn’t bee to strenuous on your eyes.

You tossed and turned in your covers, the sheets spinning themselves around your legs and your pillows having fallen to the floor. You whimpered, pressing your face into your mattress as your imagination brought up something despicable to you. Your cheeks were stained with the clear tracks of your tears and Severus prodded himself to approach you.

“Y/N,” He spoke clearly and sternly but it seemed you couldn’t hear him. “Y/N, you are only dreaming,” He tried again, hand resting gently on your shoulder as he shook you awake, the sudden and foreign rocking waking you in a panic as you shot up. Severus stepped back quickly and narrowly avoided your forehead colliding with his.

Your breaths were coming out sharp and quick and your head dashed from side to side rapidly, taking in your surroundings. You relaxed some when you realized you were in grimmauld place, safe from any death eaters that may want to harm you. “Oh god,” You cried out, dropping your head into your hands before your head popped up a second later, eyes finding Severus’ as if you were surprised to see him there. “Please tell me you were the only one I woke,”

“Then I would be lying to you,” Severus answered honestly and you grimaced, guilt filtering through you. “They don’t mind, it’s understandable that you haven’t been sleeping well,”

“And you? Do you mind?” You had to asked, wiping at the remnants of your tears that had crept past your eyes while you slept.

“If I was asleep when the commotion began, it might have caused some upset,”

“Why weren’t you asleep?”

“Why did you call out for me?” Severus asked instead, eyebrow raised and lips pursed in curiosity. Heat crept up your neck in an obvious blush and Severus liked the rosy color on you.

“I don’t remember,” You lied. You were fixed with a pointed stare and your defense crumbled. “Because you saved me, I feel better around you. You arrived in my time of need, when you’re around it feels like no one can hurt me,”

Your honesty, however slow coming, was without filter and Severus could feel his stomach flip in a pleasant way. You felt safe with him.

Sitting at the end of your bed, Severus set a steady hand on your knee and you seemed to appreciate the gesture, a small smile working it’s way on your lips. “Would you-” He began but clammed up as you continued to look at him. Shaking his head, he decided to abandon his proposition.

“Would I?” You prompted, voice still shaking from your wicked nightmares but you were starting to tease again and Severus took that as a positive sign.

“Would you- That is to say-” Severus stumbled, cheeks now rosier than yours.

“Yes I would like you stay with me,” You finished for him, hand reaching for his.

“Then I will stay,”

You held tight when he intertwined your fingers with yours as he maneuvered your bed, laying on his side and holding his arm out straight in front of him as you pressed your back against his chest that was rising and falling with slightly quickened breaths.

You kept his hand in yours and pulled his arm to rest across your waist and wrap around you. Severus relaxed and tugged you tighter against him, legs tangling with yours. “Is this only because I was the one to your rescue? If it had been someone else-”

“I didn’t want it to be anyone else,” You said simply, not leaving room for argument and too exhausted to say more.

It was all Severus needed to know as he kissed the back of your neck in a shy show of affection, the both of you drifting off into a long and peaceful rest. You dreamed of a hooked nose and inky hair while he dreamed of floral shampoo and a kind smile.

It went unsaid even as Severus crawled into your bed the next night, and the night after that- and many more nights to come- but you were both a little bit starstruck and certainly falling in love.

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merlinemrys · 4 years

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ARTHUR LEGALISING MAGIC: DRABBLE

prompt : (gen) alternate s4 ending where arthur drops the bomb on morgana that he’s repealing the ban on magic

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“I will not raise my sword against you, Morgana,” Arthur said, back firm and voice unbearably soft. His hands were held loosely at his sides. He had enough of pain, of anger and wrath and vengeance. All he wanted was peace. Morgana’s eyes widened, shocked, and the flame in her hand lessened its intensity.

“Not even for my crime, brother?” she asked, spitting the last word out like blood. Arthur could do nothing but stare at her, unyielding, even while his heart ached for the familiarity of their banter, of the days past. “Your own sister is a witch and yet you will not uphold Camelot’s laws. Father must be rolling in his grave. And his body hasn’t even gotten cold yet.”

She casted her fire away, but her eyes were still dark.

“Morgana,” he started and didn’t flinch as Morgana walked towards him until they were a foot away from one another. “For all you’ve done… for all you’ve done, you are still my sister and I don’t wish to see you harmed.”

Her jaw tightened imperceptibly. She said, “Then you’re a spineless coward.”

“Then I am,” he agreed. He was so tired, tired of it all that he wished for a different life, one where he wasn’t king. Maybe one where he wasn’t even human. He wondered what it would feel like to be one with Earth.

His father’s rage fueled by grief had slaughtered innocents, and perhaps some were dangers to society, but even Arthur knew mere children — dear God, infants — shouldn’t have been caught in the crossfire. And Arthur even raised his own hand against them, their blood staining his clothes, the screams still ringing in his ears. His deepest regrets and they would never be forgiven. Arthur remembered, years ago when he had barely seen his fifteenth winter, his father had ordered a raid on a Druid camp within their borders. After everything, Arthur didn’t eat well for weeks. And now Morgana seemed to have inherited the Pendragon rage, her own twisted sense of justice killing innocents just like their father did.

And despite it all, Arthur had loved them so deeply, every death of their doing was a lethal blow to his heart because they were wrong, so wrong, yet Arthur still did nothing. Still couldn’t kill them.

So he was a coward, but peace could not be achieved through blood alone. His father’s reign was a well-tested example of that.

He would be different. He had to be.

“Magic will no longer be outlawed in Camelot,” he said. Merlin would help him draft the laws. Of course, he would. The idiot had been hiding his magic so terribly it was truly a wonder no one in the kingdom knew about it. “Under my word as king, no person shall be persecuted for the act of using magic.”

“Arthur?” Morgana said, utterly confused.

He continued, looking into her eyes. “Of course, those who use magic with harmful intent will be prosecuted rightly.” Arthur stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. She was stock-still, a childish thrill ran through him. He never usually got to surprise her anymore. Not that he did back then. “Come home, Morgana.”

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The Monster’s Lair - A Scarlet Wedding

Vampire!Henry x Belle - multi-chapter

< Chap 7 | Chapter 8 - A Scarlet Wedding | Chap 9 >

Disclaimer: Dark adult fairytale - angst, man hunting, violence and mention of death

Author’s note: *cries in angst* Honestly though, bring tissues for this chapter 😭

Word count: 3.004

Reading music: Teho Teardo & Blixa Bargeld - The Empty Boat

(Link to my Masterlist)

‘Come.’

Her father’s voice had been laced with worry as he too noticed the wide-eyed expression of the vampire, his monstrous eyes staring back at Belle. Was he going to force her to stay? Was he going to hurt them?

No.

With large, blue blinking eyes the monstrous man had remained, feet nailed to the ground as he watched her and Arthur leave. It was near disappointing to Belle, a terrible pang felt in her heart. Why? She wasn’t so sure. She had barely talked to the man. Come on Belle, get a hold of yourself! Like. He was quiet, weird, logy. Handsome, sure, but that was hardly a basis for sympathy and care, right?

With unsteady feet she followed her father out of the forest, the daylight strengthening as the new day had begun.

Where hours earlier she had wished nothing more than to leave that gloomy castle, her every fibre now suddenly ached to get back.

‘I have an idea.’ Her father slowed his pace so he could whisper in low volume - careful not to make himself heard by the monster if he so happened to listen in on them. Belle stiffly nodded, worried brown eyes meeting Arthur’s gaze. But he didn’t seem to interpret her worries quite correctly; ‘We can leave at once! Take two horses, go for Brimwood town. With luck we get there by evening fall. We can..’ - ‘Right now?’ Belle breathed, halting her steps, shoes sinking slightly into the damp, soft earth.

‘Yes! Now, Belle! Do you not see? If we are to return to that…’ Arthur gestured in the direction of the well they came from. ‘..thing.. We may not leave alive at all. He is a monster, Belle. Be as it may. This is our only true option.’

Belle’s heart sank.

Wasn’t this what she wanted? What hurt could a fresh start do anyways? Perhaps there were people there who understood her? Maybe she could get a job so she could buy more books..and find a ..h-husband..and..UGH..

No.

But just as she wished to voice her distaste for the idea, she eyed her father. The poor old man was courageously pacing ahead, old legs stiffly jumbling over a few fallen branches. He had come to save her. Despite his evident fear for the forest and the..the..beast? Heavy heartedly Belle came to the realisation that it would be selfish to deny her father this. This chance. If her father said this was a good idea, who was she to deny him? To refuse his proposal merely for the fact that she had developed this strange desire for the decadence of that castle, for the blue eyes of that strange Master. It was wrong of her to even think like this. He was a good father..and she would be a good daughter.

‘O-okay.’ She mumbled, following her father onwards, back to the stables, their cottage not far now.

As they walked down the muddy country road, the wind cold and harsh now the trees were no longer there, an even greater cold walked up Belle’s spine. As morning had come, many people were afoot, glowering stares burning at her and her father.

Had the Master been right? Did they know of what had transpired this morning? Already? Belle knew news tended to travel fast, but this fast? It had been mere…

Arthur gasped softly before her, a visual tremor running through her father’s old bones.

‘What is..’ Belle joined his side and noticed it too; large red marks, claw-like in shape, had been crudely painted on their front door. There for all to see. Holy… Belle swallowed and eyed her father, his head starting to shake “no”.

‘Come papa.’ She ushered, eyes watchful of the towns folk that still burned their eyes at them, chests puffed and mouths curled in mean scowls.

Shit shit shit.

The next exchange of glances between her and her father was silent, but clear; ‘Yes, we need to leave at once.’

It had been but moments, Belle’s possessions gathered quickly as it were no more than a few pots, spoons and a second chemise. Meanwhile Arthur had walked out the back to instruct the stable boy to continue as usual, the boy unsure of what to do when Arthur started saddling two of the horses.

‘Don’t ask.’ Arthur had grumbled, defeat in his voice.

This was not what Arthur truly wanted. He had built his life here. Born and raised. Grown into the young man that managed to capture his wife’s heart, his… His eyes flew towards the cemetery, not far off.

Could he abandon her, just like that? The thought made him choke up with more despair, memories flooding him so bitter sweetly.

‘Papa..?’

‘Yes dear.’ Arthur smiled, watching as his daughter placed her little straw-doll on the table, curious brown eyes blinking at him as he was cutting up some vegetables for the stew. Belle wiggled a little, then sat down on the stool at the opposite side of the table, her little hands folding over the edge as she watched Arthur’s hands work on a carrot. She watched his knife move, the sharp blade easily scraping off the skins, bright oranges and purples appearing from below the leftover dirt.

‘So. I was wondering.’ ‘Mmm..’ Arthur raised an eyebrow as if listening, his eyes moving back to the carrot in his hands.

‘What does it feel like? Love?’

Arthur near choked on the air in his lungs, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he quickly chuffed. ‘Love? Ha..eh..’

‘How’d you know you loved mama?’ Belle leaned into the table, her watchful face resting onto an arm she had planted on the table. Arthur hummed. Ever curious his daughter was!

‘Tis a fine tale actually.’ Arthur smiled, dropping the cleaned and cut carrot into the cooking pot, his fingers continuing with the peeling of a potato. ‘I was young then. And strong! And handsome too, mmm.’

‘PAa..’ Belle shook her head in bemusement, making Arthur snicker. ‘No, but, oh..your mother! Your mother was the fairest of the land, I’m sure. All boys were crazy for her! She had as beautiful a brown mane as you do, equal brown eyes to match. And she was clever. So clever! Mmm..’ He chopped the potato in large pieces before throwing it in the pot as well, his eyes now moving back to Belle, her eyes studiously watching him.

‘And then?’ ‘Then. Oh, I can remember it quite well. There were more suitors for your mother you see. So she set a challenge! She said “Bring me the most beautiful gesture of your love! Than I shall decide whom to marry.” And so we went our ways. The baker’s boy baked the finest bread. The priest’s son wrote a most wondrous speech, poetic and well-read he was. And Master Le Comte - the Grandmaster now - gifted her a jewel. A large ruby ring, so beautiful...Now..that’s some stiff competition..’ Arthur laughed.

‘And you?’

‘I? I went into the haunted forest - I beg you Belle, never go there - but I did! And I brought back a most magnificent scarlet rose.’

‘And that is what convinced her..?’

‘Haha..oh I doubt it Belle. But I have indeed asked her long after our wedding, and all she did was point at my heart and say; “Don’t be silly”. So! Here we are! I am your silly dad and there’s that!’

‘Mmm..I want that too.’ Belle said with a decided nod of the head.

‘The rose?’ Arthur chimed.

‘No papa! You silly... Love!’

Arthur smiled at the memory, the horses packed and saddled now, Belle raising an expecting eyebrow at him. So much she had grown since then. But so little she had truly changed. She would still tease and test him, just like her mother.

Oh. How he wished he could stay here. How he wished none of this had ever happened. Could he even provide a good future for Belle? Could he?!

‘Let’s go.’ Belle whispered softly, her hand prying one of the reigns from Arthur’s tight grip. He nodded and followed suit, their horses soon making way down the path that ran straight through the village’s centre; the only way to get to Brimwood. And as they went, horses in gentle gallop as not to attract suspicion, it became clear that it was too late for that; more searing eyes awaited them, and as the village square came into view, a whole horde of villagers appeared.

‘Papa..’ Belle whispered tightly, worried eyelashes fluttering in the cold winter wind.

‘Stay calm Belle. Show no fear.’ Arthur muttered, his hand pulling back his hood as he greeted a frowning land worker who leaned onto his pitchfork, cold air fuming from his nostrils. ‘Cursed.’ The man said quietly before turning back to his work, setting the tone for what was awaiting them in the village centre.

And indeed. They couldn’t make it much further, the people halting their horses and taking control of their reigns, shocked bodies pulled from the saddle.

‘NO!’ Belle exclaimed in terror, tears starting to well in her eyes. ‘Leave us be! We are innocent! PLEASE!’

‘Then why run, hmm, sugar?’ The large man who was holding her said, thick voice rasping in the shell of her ear.

‘Please.’ Belle cried, Arthur now joining in; ‘Leave her be! Take me if you will. But leave her be!’ His bony arms tried to tug himself free to get to Belle, but Belle was the first to actually manage, her good foot stomping harshly on the man’s boot, his yelp echoing through the onlooking crowd.

Within a blink she had retrieved the small knife from her pocket, fingers clasping the handle as she held it out before her, threatening to harm any who got nearer, the crowd was shocked for just long enough for Arthur to free himself as well.

Arthur stepped back to Belle, the people starting to swarm, circling them, except for this one side; the people not daring to turn their backs on the forest, dark and looming..and far too close for comfort. The late winter sun was rising above the thatched roofs, its rays just strong enough to cast long shadows from the treetops, casting long shadows that licked at their heels.

Reaching out a hand for Belle’s, Arthur squeezed with affirmation, eyes darting around to keep an eye on the glaring crowd, their fingers starting to wring around evil looking farm tools.

‘You have cursed us!’ One voice spoke, the crowd quickly erupting in more wails and accusations, emotions running high as pitchforks were rising in the air.

Fuck.

Without thinking, Belle clasped her father’s hand more tightly and pulled him back, back to the forest whence they came from, it’s darkness embracing them ever so willingly. But as they made it to the first trees, Arthur started grasping for his chest, his feet stumbling and lungs gasping.

‘A-AH.’ He groaned, thick brows furrowing over his pained eyes.

‘Papa…’ Belle tried to pull him ahead, the crowd now hesitantly stepping closer and closer to the trees, voices starting to chant more concerning things: ‘SEE! They are with him!’ - ‘Get them! NOW!’

‘Papa please..’ Belle’s tearful eyes watched as her father’s body started to crumple to the ground, the strength in his hand waning, face twisted with pain. What was going on with him? Why was he grasping his chest so? It were questions that remained unanswered as the hesitant town folk were now creeping closer and closer, leaving but a few meters between Arthur and them. ‘Papaaaaa...No come on. You must..Please.’ Belle tried to pull him up, her skinny arms managing to only half get him off the ground before she felt his fist clutch around her skirts, his lip trembling. Wide-eyed with terror he spoke; ‘Go now Belle. Go…’ He swallowed harshly, blinking with pain. ‘RUN!’

‘PFF!’ The young Master huffed, eyes glaring at Morgana at the other end of the breakfast table. It was just one day ago that she had laid out those cards, speaking of his past, his now and his future. And what future he would have! Oh! He was going to live a glorious life indeed! And if she were true, all he needed now, was a wife. A sweet, pretty..young...hmmm.

With a quirk of the eyebrow the beautiful raven haired woman challenged him to continue. ‘So? Have you thought about what I said last night?’ She asked, lips sipping at her cup of herby broth - she tended to drink strange potions indeed.

‘Are you indicating I should be worried?’ His blue eyes rolled in their sockets, an indignant laugh escaping his lips. ‘I bet you that it will take me no more than a MONTH, to find true love.’ He exclaimed, a smirk digging little dimples in his handsome face.

And all Morgana did? She smiled.

‘Father.’

‘Hmm?’ The Grandmaster watched his son pace before the fire, Morgana long left for bed as the hour had grown late.

‘I must seek your advice. You see. I have indeed found myself a perfect wife. That is..I’m not quite sure how to…’ He bit his lip, thinking, then rolled his hand in the air.. ‘..proceed.’

The old Grandmaster huffed. ‘BWA. Ha! Oh son. You are a Le Comte! You can get anything you want, son! I’m sure you’ll find a way.’

A way.

Well, the way to this woman’s heart proved difficult. Days passed by that the pretty brown-maned girl wouldn’t even cast a glance in the young lord’s direction. She would hide away whenever he knew she was at the market. She would stiffly thank him when he’d bring her gifts. And he didn’t dare admit; but he was running out of options.

The pretty girl just didn’t seem pleased with his attention, albeit strange since she was by far not an interesting match. A simple farm girl, though pretty and smart. Why NOT would she like him? Was he so hideous and unsuitable a match?

With a vile aftertaste in the back of his throat, he decided to take a different route.

As of that year he had become responsible for leading the tax retrieval. And, with a few smartly placed changes in the yearly contracts, he found a perfect way to get just what he wanted; it’d only take a few raises in taxes for her father’s business and ..voila! Money would be tight enough for them to consider marrying off their daughter to their esteemed lord.

Simple? Right?!

That? That had been simple. Too simple, perhaps.

Before he could see through the vileness of his actions - his father telling him he was a prime example of the Le Comtes steadfastness and willpower - it became clear that this was no way to love. He saw it as his newly wed wife lay there shaking in bed, the sheets soiled with her blood.

This was love, right? It was how his father had done it. His uncle. All men in this family. You’d choose a fine woman and marry her, bring her gifts, charm her with your knowledge and strength, lay with her at night. And then she’d fall in love with you and there was that.

With an awkward touch to her arm he begged her attention, the poor woman shaking like a leaf.

‘Do you not love me, wife?’ He asked, her eyes appearing from beneath the shield of her arms, tear stained eyes looking up at him. ‘W-what?!’ She looked at him in bafflement, true horror striking her pretty features. Those doe brown eyes, that slightly sharp nose, a dusting of freckles coating her cheeks and those sweet.. rosy pink lips.

This..this was not a woman in love. Oh no. Oh no...This was not how it was supposed to be. But..but he did exactly as he was told. He provided for her in any way she needed. He’d bring the moon! The stars! The…

She spat at him.

‘You’re despicable!’ And with that she scrambled, her naked flesh wrapped in the bloody sheets as she fled from their newly shared bedroom.

Loud his cold heart thundered in his chest, fingers gripping around the bark of a tree as he wistfully watched the scene before him unfold. The way Arthur sank through his knees, the Master hearing quite well how disturbed the rhythm of the old man’s heart was. And Belle. OH Belle. Again, for just a moment, the Master could swear he felt his heart ache for her, the tears on her pale face etching despair and sorrow as the villager’s were slowly picking up the courage to proceed into the forest.

He couldn’t let them hurt her.

Pulling his hood back over his head he rushed out to her, branches whistling softly like the tears on her cheek.

Poor Belle.

He wasn’t even sure if she could see him through the lace of her tears, her eyes blinking up at him, lip trembling.

‘Please...pleaseeee.’ She bawled hands tugging at his cape, his arms instinctively stretching to pull her up to her feet - how unpractical it was that he didn’t hold his beastly strength right now. ‘My father..’ Her voice broke as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, the warmth of her small frame oozing into his chest.

‘Please!!’ His wife had cried, bloody her nightgown and frightened her eyes. Just like Belle’s. The same shade of brown, wide-eyed and crazed as she grasped at him. ‘PLEASE!’

A shiver ran down the Master’s spine, regret spinning his head as he barely noticed the people of the village who were now suddenly so very close.

‘WHO ARE YOU?!’ They belted, pointing at him, his cloak only just managing to hide his features from them, now daylight seeped through the trees.

He needed to get away from here. He needed to get THEM away from here. Him..and Belle. And as his ears whirled with panic, the villagers walking into the forest, he scooped her up, slow but steady boot falls leading back the long road to the castle.

‘I’ll bring him back, Belle. I will.’

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Sister’s Secret-Merlin x Pendragon!Magic!Reader

(GIF credit to @harritudur)

Requested by @cokecola4211: ‘Merlin imagine being Arthur's younger sister and having magic and always a struggle to hide it from your brother and even Morgana.’

Characters: Merlin x Pendragon!Magic!Reader, Arthur Pendragon x Pendragon!Magic!Reader (siblings), Morgana x Pendragon!Magic!Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence, fighting

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“I don’t think I should attend the tournament today, I don’t feel too well.” I mumbled to Morgana, placing a hand over my stomach for effect.

“You won’t be getting out of this one (Y/N).” she sadly smiled at me, linking her arm through mine.“Be a part of the sportsmanship.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like being a princess.”

She scoffed.“Oh the horror.”

I giggled.“Not like that. I just really don’t want to go today.”

“We shall be sat together. We can talk throughout the whole thing and annoy Uther to no end.”

“Yes, my father will comment on our un-ladylike behaviour.”

“And we will watch your brother show of his amazing fighting skills, what a thrilling afternoon.”

We walked with the guards who were escorting us to the tournament, still chatting away. Morgana made me feel slightly better, though I could still feel nerves. I had tried to avoid every public event I could, though father was having none of it. I had got away with it the first few times, but then father became worried; once Gaius was called in, he knew I was faking it. I lied, putting it down to nerves now that I was coming of age to take on more responsibilities as a princess. Father had strict words with me, saying that I needed to face these head on, take a page out of Arthur’s book.

Arthur and I didn’t butt heads like he and Morgana did, though it was hard to put up with him when he got so much praise for being a prince; but I loved my brother dearly, he was a brave man.

However, I wasn’t feeling part of the family anymore. Something mysterious was happening to me, something I couldn’t control or tell anyone. I found myself controlling things without realising, items would float or be thrown across the room. It happened out of the blue, and I was extremely lucky to be by myself when I discovered what I had; magic. Why I possessed this power was unknown, and how did I have these powers when no one else in my family did? I kept this secret for months now, it had been difficult to hide at times, too many times there had been where I was almost caught. What would people think of their princess having magic? Especially since their king was so harsh on the law?

I remembered back to when I was a child, playing with Arthur and Morgana. We were stuck inside, rain pouring from the skies since the evening, and it had no sign of stopping throughout the day. Morgana and I were playing with our dolls castle, dressing up the dolls in beautiful gowns that we wished we could wear. Arthur wouldn't sit still, swinging around the wooden sword father had gifted him. He purposefully came too close to us, making us flinch and whine everytime we thought he was going to hit us.

"Arthur! Stop it or I'm going to call nanny!" I threatened, pouting my lips.

He continued his actions."You two are boring. You should play knights with me instead of those stupid dolls!"

Morgana gasped."Arthur!"

I stomped my foot."They aren't stupid!"

"Yes they are."

My fists were clenched, and I found myself storming towards him, about to shove him back, but he had already been thrown to the floor. He cried out as I halted, confused as to how he had fallen over when I hadn't even touched him.

"Princess!" Nanny had run into the room, attending to Arthur."You can't go around pushing people, especially your brother. You must remember your lessons as a lady."

"But nanny, (Y/N) didn't push him!" Morgana defended me.

"Morgana, we don't tell lies either."

"I didn't push him!" I screamed at the top of my tiny lungs, thunder and lightning violently cracking outside, causing us all to jump.

The noise silenced everyone, the light rain now coming down harsher. Nanny huffed, getting Arthur on his feet and brushing him down. Why was she ignoring me? Why didn't she believe me? Even Morgana was telling her the truth, and Morgana hardly said anything. I could feel the anger building up inside me, I felt hot, my hands were shaking; my vision was blurry, I couldn't focus on anything. As I went to step towards them, my knees buckled, but it went black before I even hit the floor. That was the last time I remembered my powers before they returned.

“Ah, (Y/N), you have decided to join us.” father smiled, though his tone held some sarcasm.

“Yes father,” I hugged him,“shouldn’t miss Arthur’s sparring after all the training he put himself through.”

“Indeed.”

Rolling my eyes at Morgana, we broke the hug, and he greeted her next. Following my father up the steps to our viewing box, the people of Camelot cheered once they spotted us, being silenced by a wave of my father's hand. He announced the beginning of the event, the knights filing out to the arena, crowds cheering once again. I clapped, smiling as I spotted Arthur; why men wanted to fight each other as a form of sport was unknown to me. Some knights I knew of were chivalrous, brave, others just used the title to boost their ego.

One of them was huge. He had darker armour on than the usual silver. He towered above the rest, his body wider in muscle. Whoever trained him had obviously wanted him to be a fighting machine. He made me nervous. Arthur was a skilled fighter, but sometimes strength overcame that.

Normally I wouldn't pay much attention throughout the whole tournament, but this new knight had my full attention. He had taken out man after man, and my brother was next to face him.

"Something doesn't feel right." I mumbled to Morgana.

She nodded."He's taken out every knight. Most of them have had to be carried off the field. Why isn't anyone stopping this?"

"Pride." I turned my head to my father."Surely we should stop this? Arthur is going to get hurt."

My father's expression did not change, masking his true feelings."I cannot pull Arthur out of the tournament, how would that look to the other Lords and knights attending?"

"But he's your son! You would rather keep your pride than to save him from getting hurt?"

"We both know that even if I wanted to stop him, he would still go in and fight."

I sighed, leaning back in my chair."Like father like son."

Anticipation grew as the men readied themselves for the final battle. The opponent walked out first, receiving some praise, whereas once Arthur appeared, the roars were so loud, they could probably be heard in the next kingdom. Although I tried to keep my composure as I clapped for him, I found my eyes never tearing away from his form, praying that no harm would come to him. It all seemed to happen too quickly. They began their fight, clashes of swords and shields ringing out as the people yelled, supporting their future King. My heart thumped in my chest, hands clutching to my chair, all of my muscles tensing. Out of the blue, Arthur was pushed to the floor, images of us as children flashed into my mind.

Everyone gasped, whereas I heard the splintering of wood. Looking down at my left hand, I realised that I had broken the arm of the chair. No, not now, not in front of all these people; not this close to my family.

Arthur was on his back crawling away from his opponent. I was on the edge of my seat as the sword was raised, all of sudden striking down on Arthur. Luckily, he swiftly rolled out of the way, stumbling to his feet. However, as Arthur quickly picked up his sword to fight again, we were all entranced by his fighters weapon. It was stuck in the ground, but as he grabbed it again, it snapped in half. Arthur took this opportunity of surprise to attack, taking him down. As chivalrous as ever, Arthur showed mercy. But I couldn't stay here any longer, I felt an overwhelming surge of energy in me, and if I didn't get away soon, I didn't know how much I could hide.

Leaping from my chair, I hurried away, ignoring the calls of my father and Morgana. The guards were quick to follow, though once away from the arena and near the castle, I commanded they leave me alone. There were plenty of places to hide in the castle, I just needed to find somewhere quick. As I ran down the halls, my breathing was erratic, vision blurry once again. I stumbled into a wall, crumbling the stone with just my hand. I stopped, leaning beside it before sinking to the floor. How could I feel tired, yet harness all this power? My hands started to shake, there was nothing to stop it; shutting my eyes, I focused all of my mind on my hands, willing this all to stop. It had to stop. Someone would come by soon, someone would see what I had done, then they would tell my father, and he would have no choice but to send me to the-

"Princess?" Merlin's voice scared me.

My eyes shot open, gasping as I saw him kneeling in front of me.

"What are you doing on the floor? Are you hurt?"

I furiously shook my head, wanting to get up though I couldn't find the strength. His eyes glanced down at my shaking hands, slowly taking them in his.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped."Please don't, just leave me!"

"Your highness," his voice was a whisper now, "I need you to trust me."

All I could do was watch as he held my hands firmer, staring at them. A cooling sensation flooded my skin, the intense energy I was feeling dying down. Shakily breathing, I caught his eyes flash to a gorgeous golden, amber colour. No, he couldn't be. My brother's manservant possessed magic?!

"Come to the infirmiry with me, we have much to speak about." he quietly said, helping me to my feet.

Willingly following him, he sat me down at the table in Gaius' chambers, kneeling in front of me. If I wasn't confused before, I certainly was now, a headache forming.

"You've had these powers for a while now, haven't you?" he calmly asked.

"Merlin, I-"

"You can trust me. You've just seen what I can do."

"Yes. But they've only just come back. I don't understand why."

"Magic has its own rules, unfortunately for some."

"Merlin, why are you working in the castle when you could easily be spotted? Someone could report you!"

Realisation flashed over his face."Y-you aren't going to say anything, are you?"

"Of course not! What sort of hypocrite would I be if I told of your powers when I possess my own? Though...looking back on my father's tales of how evil magic is, it just confuses me."

"Not all magic is bad. There is good that lies behind it, as long as it's in the right hands."

"But why me?"

"Why anyone?"

"You are starting to sound like Gaius more and more."

We both smiled."Was it you that broke the wall?"

"Yes. I broke the chair back in the arena too."

"You need to learn to harness your power."

"You could teach me!"

"W-well-"

"Merlin, how am I, the princess of Camelot, supposed to hide something like this without training?"

"When would I do that? You've seen how Arthur works me to death."

"Hm, my brother is a dollop head about that sort of thing."

Merlin raised an eyebrow at me, chuckling.

"I've heard you call him that, I like it."

We laughed until the door opening interrupted. My father stormed in, Gaius and Arthur close behind.

"What happened?" Father exclaimed.

"Merlin, you left me to take off my own armour!" Arthur seethed.

Merlin stumbled with his words, standing up as he tried to come up with a lie.

"I told you earlier that I shouldn't have come today. Just seeing Arthur almost get hurt sent me over the edge." I sighed."I'm sorry that I ran off like that, but I didn't want to draw away any attention from your victory Arthur. And Merlin was the one who found me."

Arthur smiled."Your health is far more important than any victory of mine."

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before." Father started."Gaius, give her a full examination. Make sure she is alright. I shall stay with you."

"No father, you should go to the Lords and knights, it will be improper to keep them waiting."

"If you are sure."

"Of course. You will be the first to know if anything ails me."

He kissed my forehead before leaving with Arthur. Arthur squeezed my hand, following Father. My tense shoulders relaxed as they closed the door, looking to Merlin and Gaius.

"Your highness, what hap-"

"She has magic Gaius." Merlin interrupted.

"Merlin!" I snapped.

"It's alright, he knows."

"Oh, Merlin." Gaius sighed."You do seem to attract trouble, don't you?"

I pouted."Are you stating that I am trouble?"

"Apologies your highness. I am assuming Merlin has offered his help already?"

"Well, I sort of asked him myself."

"You do realise how dangerous this is, don't you your highness?"

"Yes. But I have no other choice."

"Gaius, I can help her. I have too." Merlin said.

"Well, I don't think I can really stop either of you, can I?"

We both shook our heads.

"We will do all we can to help you princess, just know, that it won't be an easy journey. You are bordering on treason of your kingdom."

"I understand. I will do anything to control this power. And who knows, maybe in the future, I will be able to convince my father that not all magic is evil."

#merlin #merlin imagine #merlin imagines #merlin one shot #merlin x reader #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #arthur pendragon imagine #morgana #morgana imagine

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[Immortals] | [1,443 words] | [vampire/hunter spearmint AU] | [chapter 2] | [prev chapter]

Given that a vampire had much stronger, fast ability to heal than humans, it didn’t take long for Estinien to recover - at least physically. Mentally, he was a mess. That woman; no matter what he did, she wouldn’t leave his mind. Hell, she had even appeared in his dreams at some point, embarrassing as it was to admit. That asshole that had chased him, he said she would regret something. Was she okay? Would she be punished for saving him? But it wasn’t only that -- why did she save him? Wasn’t she a hunter? Wasn’t her entire purpose to kill things like him? It didn’t make sense. His thoughts were absolutely plagued with her, and it was driving him mad.

“You know, you could just go see her.” A voice pulled him from his personal prison, and his clouded eyes focused back to the scene before him. To his left, a man with a near-angelic face sat there with tea in hand, smiling to himself as he watched Estinien awkwardly shuffle in his seat. Black hair framed ethereal blue eyes, and when he spoke, a brief flash of fangs could be seen, betraying a voice that seemed like it would belong to a deity. “Though it was through your own sheer misfortune, you do know where she resides.”

“The other hunters know my face, Aymeric. It would be stupid of me to go back.” His gaze shifted away from his sire, and he adjusted himself so that his elbows were propped up on his knees, mouth buried within the palm of one hand. “Besides, she’s… she would only suffer for it. I’m sure they think I’m dead, with how she treated her own. What would come of it if they found out?”

Aymeric smiled, and took a sip of his tea before placing the cup and saucer down on the table that separated them. “Then shall we go together? I’m curious to see what kind of woman has your mind so tangled.” He stood up from his chair, not giving Estinien any time to voice his objection to the idea. “As it so happens, I have an appointment with Hilda today. Perhaps we could linger about the guild and see if we catch a glimpse of your savior.”

The late fall and winter months were a gift for vampires; though the sun didn’t harm them as much as fairy tales led children to believe, it did make them somewhat uncomfortable compared to humans. But at the end of November, the sun was gone by time the clock struck five, giving the two men a much easier time to blend in with the bustle of the town. Normally, the southern streets would be emptier than those of the north, where all the shops sat. But today, there seemed to be a commotion. Estinien trailed behind Aymeric, who felt much more confident amongst the townspeople than he did; perhaps it was his face, or simply how he presented himself, but he’d never been suspected of being anything other than a normal human by those he interacted with. Today was no different.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” He called out to a passing woman, who stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed the eye candy that had beckoned to her. “I’ve been out of town lately -- could you tell me why it seems to be so active this evening?”

“Oh, well, y’know those people who work out of that big building a little ways away? The “Hunter’s Guild,” they call themselves. Anyway, there seems to be some kind of argument going on there.” The woman gestures down the road, where a congregation of people seems to be forming. “Somethin’ about a betrayal or the like.”

Aymeric thanks the woman and turns to Estinien, although he is greeted by what could basically be described as an after image of the man. Pulling up the hood of his outerwear, Estinien rushes down the street, brushing past the people forming the crowd until he has a clear view of the center. To the left stands the hunter who had chased him before - his upper leg is bandaged, and he holds onto a single crutch for support. To the right stands Peppermint, arms crossed against her chest. In the center stands another woman, this one unknown to Estinien. Her hair is short, gray tufts ending just beneath her chin. Her eyes are of a similar hue, and if he’d been focused on anything other than wondering what was unfolding before him, he would have been curious to know if she could still see.

“I’m tellin’ you, this bitch here let that vampire go!” The hunter aggressively points towards Peppermint, a select few of his word slurring together; was he drunk? Maybe not, but he was definitely on his way there. “She’s betrayin’ the whole guild, Y’shtola! She needs ta’ be expelled! Locked up!”

Estinien swallowed, his eyes locked on the smaller woman in the center of this mess. Aymeric, who had finally managed to push his way into the group, watched along. Despite his belligerent yells, Y’shtola sighed.

“You’ve claimed this for the past three days, Arthur, but you’ve shown no proof. The only thing you have to show is that wound through your leg.” She looks down at the bandaged limb, but her eyes show no sympathy. “Which you only sustained because you decided to trespass on her grounds.” The man’s face seemed to change color in an instant, red rising from his neck at a rapid pace.

“So she gets t’shoot me with no consequences?! And even then, she hasn’t shown any proof of her kill!” He points again, nearly spitting in rage. The smaller woman sighs, her shoulders shrugging. Digging into the pocket of her coat, she pulls out a tuft of white hair, tied at the end where it had been ripped from Estinien’s skull, and tossed it to the ground in front of Arthur.

“I hope you didn’t expect me to parade the corpse around like a trophy. Unlike a few of the hunters here,” her eyes narrowed, coldly glaring at the man across from her. “some of us don’t feel the need to glorify what we do just to get women warming our beds for a night.” While her tone was unchanging, Peppermint’s words were filled with venom -- enough to push the other hunter over the edge.

Pushing his crutch over, he began to sprout profanities towards her, charging towards her with nothing but adrenaline keeping him steady. Estinien pushed to make his way in, only for his arm to be gripped with extreme force, nearly being yanked out of its socket as he was pulled back. He turned his head to see Aymeric, whose “wait” was drowned out by the gasps of the crowd around them. He turned his gaze back to the altercation, watching as Peppermint sidestepped from Arthur’s aimless flailing. She kicked her leg out in front of her, tripping the man and causing him to tumble face-first into the cobblestone. When he got his bearings, nose threatening to show the beginning signs of an injury, he tried to grab at her calf, although she was able to quickly step out of the way. She walked beside Y’shtola, who shook her head.

“You’re a disgrace to the guild, Arthur. You’re suspended as of today. An official hearing will be in order soon.” Walking forward, she picked up the tuft of hair that Peppermint had provided as proof, gesturing to the shorter woman before turning on her heel and retreating back into the guild hall. From the crowd emerged Arthur’s hunting partner, who quickly scrambled to get the man to his feet. Arthur, in return, simply stared at Peppermint with murder in his eyes before being carted away -- most likely to the nearest tavern to drink away his embarrassment. The crowd, sufficiently pleased with how the argument had turned out, began to disperse.

Estinien simply sat there in silence, unsure of what to do now. Does he approach her? Does he even make it known that he’s there? No, he decides; the faster he leaves, the better for both of them. But fate is a cruel mistress, and rather than escape undetected, their eyes meet. Peppermint’s eyes widen, and for a moment, she’s stunned - until Aymeric walks up to her.

“Good evening, miss.” He bows, smiling at her as he meets her gaze. “I believe a friend of mine has been looking for you. Would you like to take a stroll on this lovely winter night?”

#ffxiv #;; seii's scribblings #;; spearmint #there's one line in here that just makes me think 'holy SHIT mint is so cool #anyway this ended up just being even more set-up... 'this is a spearmint fic' i say as they barely interact

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La Comtesse Chronicles Chapter 5 Part 1

Words: 1561

TW: Death, violence, blood CW: vampires, assassins

His blush at her calling him “luv” was quite satisfying. Smirk widened. He was quite cute like that, hmmm, strange feeling there. Maybe this is why Arthur had fun making the ladies blush?

Her ears were good enough to be able to hear them while she dispatched their enemies. The banter between these two suggested they were rather good friends. Good, that would make the transition easier. Certainly, it would be some time before Cal was able to make friends with the residents at the mansion, given what he had done to her. Arthur would likely be the least forgiving of them all, since he had treated her wounds personally.

<<Yes, I am one. Figured out yet I haven’t exactly aged since you got here?>>

Ah, now there was the answer to a question she had. She had suspected as much but left such things to the proper time. Good to know she was escorting two vampires rather than a human and newly sired vampire. Next question would be who his sire was, but that would have to wait.

They made their way through the citadel, she dispatching anyone that stood in their way. Even in the council room, she had worked with surgical speed and accuracy. Now, they stood outside what remained of the assassin’s league. She turned around and listened intently to both of them.

<<You will have my unwavering loyalty for the rest of my life, this I swear.>>

“I thank thee for such an expression of devotion, brave sir knight. Remember though, I am no queen, my domain is but a small part of the world. And to answer your question, I can tell by the way you speak. I remember the courts of old.”

<<So dramatic! But yeah, what he said. Obviously, I don’t have an issue not fighting on the side of the angels, but if there were any such thing, I’d say you come the closest. Avenging angel, maybe.>>

Laughter, this time short and to the point, more like a scoff but without the derision. A somber tone and expression took hold. “You will learn soon enough that I am no angel, I have never deserved such admiration. An angel of death more than an avenging angel, darkness and despair is all that has followed me for hundreds of years. There is a reason that I am called to the battlefield, and it’s not to make the place art worthy. But, if you wish to think of me as such, I cannot stop you.” Gaze met his, eyes wavering, telling tales of old, death, and destruction, of unimaginable loss, all in an instance.

She uncased her wings, slowly, her eyes glowing for a moment. “Time to go home.” Wings stretched and flapped a few times before she took off, the two of them flying right behind her via her abilities.

Over the countryside they flew, the small lives of those below unable to be seen but able to be felt as their tiny figures moved about. Over rivers, forests, and ravines they flew still. A good time later a castle came into view, situated on a cliff, its defenses rivaled by few.

Landing gently in front of two large doors, she glanced back at them both before knocking. Door creaked open to reveal a man dressed as a butler.

“Ah, M. La Comtesse, glad to see you’ve finally arrived. I have dinner set for our newest gue-” He stopped, there were two men with her, not one. “M. la Comtesse? Two?” A slightly exasperated sigh. “A little warning next time would be nice. Now the dinner service will have to be adjusted. You are also late. Did something happen?”

A chuckle at his sass, something that she had found endearing over the years. “A few unexpected things happened, including bringing our second guest with me. He was in a predicament that I could not ignore.”

“Ah, very good. M. la Comtesse. I shall have a second room arranged immediately. You know, this reminds me of when you brought the Van Gogh brothers here. Are they brothers?”

“Not to my knowledge, though they banter like they are. Suppose you’ll have to ask them when you’re not pretending they aren’t right behind me. Can we move on? The smaller gentleman is in need of rouge.”

“Of course, M. la Comtesse.” It was then that Sebastian figured out that it was Cal who had done the unthinkable to his mistress. Though he hid his displeasure well from her in tone, the look he gave Cal was as cold and furious as a blizzard. “Might I have their names?”

“Oh, sorry… the larger gentleman is named Derrick, the smaller is called Rapscallion, though he also seems to go by Cal.” She stepped past Sebastian to be met by the prying eyes of the castle residents. “Good evening everyone.” She motioned at their new guests, “These two, Derrick and Cal, will be living here from now on. No harm should come to either of them, or you’ll be answering to me personally. Now, can we have a normal dinner, please? It’s been a long day.”

A few more steps into the castle and she faltered. A grunt and she began to fall, only to be caught by Arthur. “Now, luv, what have I said about overexerting yourself?”

“Mmmmm, I don’t need a lecture now….” Her wings went back into her back and she began to breathe heavily.

Quietly, he spoke to her, “You know, dove, you didn’t need to bring him back here, let alone two. Seems like it may not have been worth the effort.” Arthur shot both men a look, his eyes showing of his vampiric rage. All that left him as he picked her up and carried her off.

“Apologies gentlemen, introductions of your fellow residents shall have to wait till dinner itself.” Sebastian chimed in, “My name is Sebastian. I am the head of staff here and am the butler that serves M. la Comtesse personally. Now, let’s get you two cleaned up so you are presentable. Can’t have you dressed like that for dinner with everyone.”

He ushered them both to where they could bathe and get their choice of finer clothing.

……

“What happened out there, luv?” Arthur inquired, his eyes looking over her exhausted figure.

“I’m not used to having to carry so much weight with my powers for so long. Seems I need to train more. Not used to flying while using my powers either. The battlefield usually doesn’t call for use of my wings. I had been planning on just carrying back one, not two.”

“And why are there two? Who do we need to watch out for…. Who…. who did those horrible things to you?”

“Ask Jean, I’d rather not tell everyone so as to give them a chance to make their own impressions.”

“Ever the mystery with you, luv. What am I ever to do with you, hmm?”

She scoffed, “Suppose you’ll stay with me, as you always have. I’ll be fine Arthur, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Mmmm, the blood on your clothes tell enough of the tale.”

Eyebrows quirked, “Damn, guess I wasn’t as focused as I usually am. Apologies to Sebastian and the staff.”

“Get some rest and change, maybe take a bath. Till dinner then, luv.” With that, Arthur left her alone, all the while hatching a plan to figure out which of the two had tried to kill their beloved Comtesse.

…...

Having scrubbed all the blood off her, a bath had felt refreshing, especially for her sore wing muscles. Sheesh, that was a long flight. Ah, yes, dinner. Time to look nice and make pleasantries. This was going to be interesting. Never before had she brought anyone to the mansion with as much issue with the other residents. Even Theo, resident tsundere, or Mozart, resident grump had been this much of an issue. She only hoped her warning not to harm them would stick. Didn’t mean they had to accept them, or be nice for that matter. Oy vey this was a mess.

…...

Heels clicked on the hard floor as she entered the dining room. Starry dress flowed with each movement, it looking like it was the sky just as the sun had decided to finally sleep. Everyone seated now rose to greet her. Sebastian pushed in the chair with her as she sat down, ever the lady of elegance. A soft smile graced her lips as she raised a glass of rouge, “Welcome, Derrick and Cal. Introductions are in order, so I shall go around the table.”

Taking a sip from the glass, she set it down. “Derrick, to your left going ‘round the table we have, William Shakespeare, Vincent Van Gogh, Theo Van Gogh, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Napoleon Bonapart, Isaac Newton, Leonardo da Vinci, Dazai, Jean de Arc, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is to your right Cal. And yes, these are the actual men of their namesakes. I specialize in bringing back people from history to help with current predicaments. Gentlemen, please enjoy dinner. I can now also take any of your questions, as promised before we left that accursed place.”

Glares ‘round the table were at both Cal and Derrick, but no one said anything to them, they all starting to chatter among themselves.

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[ERS] Urgent Bloodsucking ～Vincent

Duration: 11/8 (Fri) 04:00 PM ～ 11/15 (Fri) 09:00 PM

Even in the midst of being assaulted by a horrible thirst, Vincent won’t bite you. Desperately resisting his bloodthirsty urges while telling you to run away, how will you reply...?

Once unleashed, drown in the endless depths of sweet desire ——

Event Prologue | Route Preview

[This is an unofficial work based on fan-translation. Copyright belongs to Cybird.]

Common Route

Arthur, Isaac and Vincent all drink down their glasses of Rosé, and for a long moment, nothing happens. Arthur says that he doesn’t feel anything out of ordinary, while Vincent says that the Rosé is really sweet, commenting that Theo would enjoy the taste. Arthur pouts because he expected something to actually happen, and Sebastian chides him, reminding that the purpose of Rosé is to act as another blood replacement, not for thrills.

Arthur: Compared to drinking blood directly, however, this isn’t as satisfying. Doesn’t that count as a failure then?

Isaac has been silent for the entirety of this exchange, and when Vincent checks up on him, he turns and lunges towards MC, growling that he wants blood. Vincent quickly steps between him and MC, and while Arthur holds Isaac back, Sebastian quickly brings a glass of Blanc for Isaac. After downing the Blanc, Isaac bemoans his fate and wonders why the side effects had to kick in for him of all people. Arthur agrees, saying that it’s quite pitiful that it worked on Isaac, the person who already suffered from such thirst.

Vincent suddenly requests another serving of Rosé from Sebastian, explaining that while Isaac was experiencing the side effects, he couldn’t think of what to do for Isaac since he was protecting MC. Thus, he needed to experience it himself to know what to do. MC and Isaac both protest this, with MC worrying about the side effects and Isaac exclaiming that it was perfectly normal for Vincent to worry about his lover first. Sebastian and Arthur, however, start teasing Vincent, Sebastian remarking that they all live in a kind world with a smile while Arthur says that he expected as such from their resident angel. MC pleads for them not to joke around too much.

While MC is busy with Sebastian and Arthur, Vincent gets his hands on another glass of Rosé and downs it. He starts groaning and pressing a hand to his mouth. MC panics, wondering if the side effects have really kicked in this time.

Vincent: Ugh…. argh…..

MC: Vincent!?

Vincent: ….It really is too sweet for me.

Everyone watching lets out a sigh of relief when nothing happens. Isaac again tells Vincent that he doesn’t need to push himself so hard, and Arthur reasons that the side effects probably won’t kick in for Vincent because he isn’t the type to have a strong sense of bloodlust. With disaster avoided for now, the scene changes to Vincent and MC out in town for a shopping trip.

Vincent is still disappointed at not being able to understand the pain that Isaac’s thirst causes him, and tells MC that he was hoping that Isaac would feel more at ease if there was someone who knew what he was going through. MC chuckles and says that Vincent is truly a kind person. She also thinks to herself that even though Vincent is kind, that also means that he would put others ahead of his own well-being, and she doesn’t want to see him in pain.

Suddenly, Vincent doubles over, groaning. Through labored breaths, he tells MC to run away from him right now. MC quickly realizes that it must be the side effects from the Rosé kicking in at the worst moment, and tells Vincent to hold on as she pulls him into an empty alleyway. Checking one last time for any passersby, she quickly unbuttons her blouse and sweeps her hair to the side, telling Vincent to bite her and ease his pain.

At MC’s urging, Vincent is about to do just that, only to push her away and refue. His actions leave MC floundering, and she’s left wondering what to do when Shakespeare appears on the scene.

The three of them relocate to Shakespeare’s house and explain the situation as Shakespeare gives Vincent some Rouge.

Shakespeare: So it is all because of this Rosé…

Vincent: Ha…. Sorry for troubling you, Will…

Shakespeare: I do not mind.

Shakespeare: That being said, however, it must be quite the intense side effect to make Vincent crave blood so.

Vincent drains the bottle of Rouge, and after seeing how his forehead is beaded with sweat, MC heads over to try and wipe it for him. Just as she is about to do so, however, Vincent’s hand shoots up to grab her wrist before letting go like he’d been burned. Shakespeare explains that Vincent’s reason and instincts must be warring with each other, and as Vincent questions why the Rouge did not cure his thirst, he suddenly changes his line of thinking and loudly requests for Shakespeare to tie him to his own bed.

MC is, quite reasonably, shocked by that statement, to which Vincent explains that he doesn’t know what he would do if left unrestrained. Shakespeare agrees with a serious face, while MC tells him that he really shouldn’t just jump on the idea so easily, thank you very much.

As Shakespeare goes to retrieve some rope, MC wonders to herself why Vincent’s symptoms had not stopped even after one hour had elapsed and drinking some Rouge, finally realizing that it must’ve been due to Vincent’s two servings of Rosé in an attempt to understand Isaac’s thirst. Shakespeare sighs, commenting that it does sound like Vincent to do something like that.

Vincent calls MC from where he’s curled up on the sofa, telling her to return to the mansion before him. MC is confused as to why he would say such a thing, and thinks back to the time he avoided drinking her blood in the alleyway earlier. Shakespeare explains that her presence is like poison to Vincent right now. As there is a direct connection between romantic love and bloodlust, having MC around — who is Vincent’s lover — while he is in this state is similar to hanging a piece of meat in front of a starving beast. MC counters that it’s because she is his lover that Vincent should just drink her blood, only to be interrupted by Vincent yelling that he would not.

He explains that he doesn’t want to hurt MC, and that he's scared of drinking too much if he does bite her. Even as MC protests, he smiles and pleads for her to leave. Frustrated by her powerlessness, MC bites her lip, unable to say anything in the face of Vincent's request, yet also unwilling to let him suffer.

Shakespeare takes that moment to tell MC that they would be able to use blood replacements to placate Vincent’s bloodlust. On the other hand, with Shakespeare living on his own, his Rouge and Blanc supplies are limited, and since none of them know how long Vincent’s symptoms will persist, he would likely be suffering for an extended amount of time.

Shakespeare: Now, what shall you do, MC?

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Sweet (Love’s Devotion) End

The thing he truly wants, even more than blood....

“Because you are my precious treasure, I held myself back.”

Wholeheartedly drown in this sweet and gentle time for just the two of you—

—

As MC struggles to decide on the best course of action, Shakespeare suddenly presents another bottle. He tells them that he had already received a test batch of Rosé as well as an antidote in case the rare side effect did occur. MC and Vincent are shocked, MC saying that the mansion never received such a thing. Shakespeare continues, saying that though an antidote, it is not a guaranteed solution because, like the Rosé, the antidote is also a trial product. There is a chance that Vincent’s symptoms can take a turn for the worse. Vincent accepts anyway and drinks the antidote without hesitation.

Shakespeare: Drinking an unknown poison, all in order not to harm the one you love. … That is very much in character for you, Vincent.

Vincent: But it’s not poison, is it…? You would never give me something like that… Will.

Shakespeare agrees to that assessment, and Vincent smiles. Soon after, however, Vincent starts coughing violently. MC rushes over to prop him up, telling herself that if the antidote didn’t work, then she’d tell VIncent to drink her blood, no matter what happens to herself.

Vincent’s coughing stops and he perks up, telling MC that he feels a lot better and the thirst is gone. Seeing that he’s okay, MC and Shakespeare both relax. Vincent thanks Shakespeare for the antidote and Shakespeare smiles, saying that the situation was quite dramatic, so he might even take some inspiration from today’s events.

MC and Vincent return to the mansion, where they tell Isaac and Sebastian what happened.

Vincent: Now I know how painful it is when you thirst for blood like that.

Vincent: From now on, I’ll support you more when it hits, Isaac!

Isaac: No, I think you had a harder time than I did, Vincent.

Vincent says that he was actually okay since he had MC, which confuses her, since MC thought she wasn’t able to do anything at all. Just as Sebastian was expressing his joy that Vincent was okay, Theo barges into the room, yelling for Sebastian to prepare some Rouge. It turns out that Theo and Arthur were out drinking when the side effects suddenly kicked in. Theo had to stop him before he attacked any of the women at the bar and dragged him back home, leading them to this current situation.

Later, MC comes to Vincent’s room, asking him if he’s really okay. Smiling, he assures her that he’s fine, adding that he feels pretty good right now. They sit on his couch together and MC thinks back on the day, remembering Vincent’s earlier words and lamenting her helplessness. Noticing her dark expression, Vincent asks her what’s wrong. MC reluctantly tells him, and Vincent reveals the reason why he didn’t want to bite her both in the alley and in Shakespeare’s house.

He tells MC that the moment the thirst revealed itself and he was suffering, MC immediately offered him her blood without hesitation. Seeing her selfless kindness, Vincent resolved himself not to hurt her; to protect that kindness and endure his thirst. MC is touched by his words and resolves to support him the best she can from here on out. Vincent agrees in good humor and they laugh after bowing to each other.

Vincent then kisses MC softly, saying that he had been wanting to do that all day. MC narrates that his kiss warmed her from the inside out, ending the route on a gentle note.

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Premium (Instinctual Bloodsucking) End

Ensnared by desire, he yearns for blood....

“Your sweet scent always makes me feel weird...”

Vampire instincts steal away both your heart and body ——

—

Hearing Shakespeare’s words, MC thinks to herself that she can’t leave things as they are. No matter how small, she wants to help relieve Vincent’s pain in any way she can. Resolved to do just that, she picks up a sharp letter opener on lying on the table and presses it to her palm.

Shakespeare and Vincent: !

MC: I’m sorry Shakespeare, I’ll repay you for this knife afterwards.

Vincent: MC, what are you doing?!

MC: Don’t worry, I’m only making a very small cut.

MC: If I don’t, you won’t be able to drink my blood, no?

Vincent: You shouldn’t hurt yourself because of my own selfish needs….

Seeing how Vincent is still attempting to stop her while suffering himself, MC smiles and gently admonishes him.

MC: Vincent, you said that you didn’t want me to be hurt, but I also don’t want to see you in pain.

MC: That’s why I’m going to do everything I can. Be it sadness or pain, let’s shoulder it together.

Having said that, MC brought down the knife — only to be stopped by Vincent catching her wrist at the last second. He apologized to MC, but stated that he will not let her do such a thing for him, turning her hand over and checking for injuries before stroking it gently. Seeing the scene before him, Shakespeare retrieved a small bottle from his table, murmuring that while it might be risky, they might as well try it out.

Shakespeare presents the bottle to Vincent and MC, informing them that the dark pink liquid inside the container is an improved version of the Rosé, complimentary of the producers due to Shakespeare’s friendship with them. MC suddenly felt like she just heard something that shouldn’t be revealed to others and doesn’t make another comment.

Vincent asks Shakespeare what he intends to do with the other version of the Rosé, to which Shakespeare replies that he intends to fight poison with poison.

Shakespeare: Originally, the Rosé was formulated to combat the expected bloodlust from the side effects in addition to serving as a blood substitute.

Shakespeare: For its high effectiveness, however, said side effects could turn out to be even stronger than usual, depending on the individual in question.

Shakespeare: Yet, it is exactly this thicker concentration that may be able to assuage the thirst that even Rouge was unable to cure.

As he speaks, Shakespeare pours out a cup of the improved Rosé and places it down in front of Vincent. MC protests, saying that if this is the same Rosé, then wouldn’t the side effects kick in as well? Smiling, Shakespeare confirms exactly that. He never hoped to cure the side effects, but rather delay the current thirst affecting Vincent long enough for him and MC to return to the mansion. Skeptical, MC thinks to herself that it’s better to give Vincent her blood after all.

Just as she starts to voice as such, Vincent stops her with a smile and drinks the Rosé down without hesitation. He immediately starts coughing, saying that it’s bitter yet burns his throat like something incredibly sweet. Shakespeare wryly remarks that the taste was also one of the things the producers had to improve. As MC rushes to Vincent’s side to check on him, Vincent confirms that he does feel better and Shakespeare bade him return to the mansion and drink ten times as much Blanc and Rouge as before to combat the stronger side effects.

MC and Vincent both thank him, and Shakespeare smiles, saying that the two of them suit each other; both prepared to get hurt instead of letting harm come to their partner.

After returning to the mansion and retreating to Vincent’s room, Vincent clutches his throbbing throat before rushing to drink the Rouge that Sebastian sent to his room. MC frets over him, telling Vincent that she could run to grab more from the kitchen if this isn’t enough for him.

Vincent turns and pins MC down to the floor, panting out that he can’t restrain himself any longer, yet also telling MC to run away from him while he can still bear it, his words contradicting themselves within the same sentence.

Vincent: Sorry, MC. I can’t hold on anymore….

Vincent: There’s Rouge here too. I can endure it by myself, so….

Vincent: So, this time… run away from me….

Realizing that he’s still trying to protect her while suffering through the effects of the painful thirst, MC tells Vincent to bite her, reminding him that she wants them to share their pain and shoulder it together. Touched, Vincent does bite her for real this time, drinking deeply while MC moans into the heated air. He breaks away, murmuring that this thirst isn’t just due to the Rosé alone, but also due to the sweet scent that MC is giving off and kisses her. Giving into the throes of passion, they spend the night together.

Note: This is where the paid Epilogue starts.

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Epilogue Preview

Reaching its limits, his desire yearns for you to the point of madness....

Vincent: It’s not just blood, I want you too...

Vincent: I want... to just stay like this.

(For Vincent to lose his composure and become this needy...)

Directly faced with his want, my body becomes hot like a fire has been lit deep within.

Vincent: MC....

(He’s rougher, than usual....)

Vincent: Sorry... I’m so rough with you.

Mingling breaths and lewd, wet sounds.

As we are pulled between pleasure and immorality, love and affection grow stronger ——.....

Vincent: I can’t stop anymore... accept my everything.

Event Info | Isaac Route | Arthur Route

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