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merlinficprompts · 10 months

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I have a Merlin prompt I would like to submit!! Sorry for the formatting I’m writing this on my phone it’s 1 am and I’m feeling feral

Merlin magic is revealed to Gwaine when he has to heal a fatal wound. Gwaine and Lancelot are having a private conversation about it, using a code word for Merlin’s magic. An eavesdropping Arthur misinterprets the whole thing.

(conversation goes roughly like this)

“To be honest I’m kind of broken hearted. I thought I was the first one to experience uh.. Merlin’s ’talent’.”

“Sorry friend, me and Merlin’s first meeting was when he was.. sharing his ‘talent’ with me..”

“I won’t lie to you, when he first started doing it I was.. I was mortified.. but then it felt so..”

“Good?”

“Yes! Gods, I know I’ll be condemned if others find out but.. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m not exaggerating Lancelot, I truly feel as if a whole new world has opened in front of my eyes. I want him to do it again, I want him to do and show me more. I’m greedy for it!”

“I understand you, sometimes despite the years I’ve known of his.. ‘talent’, I find myself yearning to experience it again. I could never ask him to do anything that put him in harms way though, should anyone find out..”

“I know. It’s such a shame he has to go to such lengths to hide his true nature. During it his eyes were so bright and at peace, it made me want to never let him go. It pains me knowing he suffers so much, hiding his true self in fear. I asked him if he ever planned to tell Arthur and he.. he looked so pain. He’s terrified of what Arthur would think if he found out..”

“I don’t blame him. While Arthur’s a much better man and leader than Uther, there’s still no telling how he’d react finding out about.. Merlin’s ‘talent’”

“Well I for one think there’s nothing wrong with it. Especially since I’ve experienced the benefits first hand. I’m telling you Lance, I’m a new man. I haven’t felt this at ease in a long time.”

“Oh yes, i suppose we just must be grateful that we can consider ourselves among the lucky few who get to experience his ‘talent’, and work to assure his safety in the future.”

Now utterly convinced that Merlin is a slag who prefers men, Arthur struggles with multiple emotions; ranging from embarrassment to having overheard Merlin’s private business, to despair that his best friend was too afraid to admit his preference, to outrage over the (assumed) knowledge that his knights are apparently mounting his ‘talented’ servant. He’s scandalized to think Merlin was so wanton, he should be indignant and offended that he shares such camaraderie with an unrepentant harlot. Yet, for some reason he can’t put his finger on.. he mostly just feels hurt and betrayed. He’s mortified over what that means, and finds himself in a panic over what to do now that he’s learned his best friend (who he doesn’t realize he’s in love with) is apparently a huge slut who fucks his knights (and he’s utterly incensed on Gwen’s behalf since Lance is courting her at this time)

Unsure of what to do, he finds himself at a loss and confides in Morgana about how he should act, and whether he should intervene in any way or mind his own business. Morgana, somewhat impressed, finds this hilarious, but becomes angry when she hears about Lancelot. Her judgement of Merlin sours and she finds herself stuck between telling Gwen or fighting Lancelot. From there everything just kind of snowballs. The knights try to correct the rumor but obviously since they can’t say they were talking about his magic, all other excuses seem poorly constructed and they’re unable to fix the problem.

Meanwhile around the same time, the son of a good friend/ally to Uther, who’s infamous for his carnal and shameless desires, catches wind of this rumor upon his visit to Camelot. His interest peaked, he seeks out to proposition Merlin, regardless of Merlin’s willingness.. (arthur saves him in time tho)

Merlin, on the other hand, has somehow managed to remain completely oblivious to everyone’s newfound attention on him, paranoid he’s detecting some snickers and nasty remarks thrown his away, but mostly unsure and too tired to think too hard over it. He’s too busy prioritizing protecting Arthur and finding new ways to perfect his magic that the thought of being with someone amounted to that of another meaningless chore he’d tack onto his plate. He’s come to the conclusion that he’s not destined to have a partner and settle down, the closest he supposes he’ll ever get is being by Arthur’s side as he gets his fairy tale ending, wife and kids.. Merlin is perfectly fine remaining on the side as always. He doesn’t know why his chest aches everytime he thinks about it.

Everyone’s misunderstanding everyone else, Gaius forces Merlin to listen to him explain safe sex between men and assures him that he loves him regardless of whether or not he approves of Merlin’s constant changing conquest amount. Merlin gets sexually harassed, Arthur is emotionally constipated so he rescues Merlin from bullying but also yells at him bc he’s mad Merlin’s being a hoe with everyone but him apparently. Uther hears one too many random out of context dialogues pertaining to Merlin’s sexual abilities, and Kilgarrah spends his entire interaction with Merlin cackling his scales off bc he saw what happens and he’s so excited for it to play out.

TLDR Merlin wakes up one day and suddenly everyone is convinced he’s a huuuuuge slut. Chaos ensues.

While the premise is crack-ish, I do want the story to be written fairly seriously/realistically. If anyone’s interested in turning this prompt into a full fledged fanfic, I’d love for it to be a very very lengthy one. So excited to see if this gets written!!

I love this idea!!! I probably wouldn’t write it myself, but it’s so funny, beyond the embarrassment factor. I would love to see it though! If you or anyone else writes this idea, message me so I can post about it!

#fanfic writing prompts #bbcmerlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #writing prompt #merthur

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kaibutsushidousha · 1 year

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Why do you think the Proto Merlin we see is Fou in disguise? I haven't been following this theory very closely so I'm interested in the arguments people have in favor of this

It all started in Lilim Harlot when Sodom's called Merlin "Beast of the Planet". This term has only been used before twice, once in the old material books and once in Mash profiles, both times referring directly and unambiguously to Fou.

Her reaction to being called that is, quote: "Oops, don't say another word. I haven't told anyone about this yet.".

From that point beyond, it was a look back at all of Proto Merlin's previous content to see what changes with the new "she might be Fou lens". The interesting findings there were:

First Hassan's main criticism of her in Lilim Harlot comes from her discarding her crown out of a personal whim. This was initially taken as her refusing to take the Grand Caster crown, but under the Fou lens, we can assume it refers to Fou abandoning the Beast IV horns for Mash's sake.

Fou has a not-yet-explained ability to know what happens in other timelines, being aware of Tsukihime's Primate Murder. Meanwhile, Proto Merlin takes part in Arcade's plot because she knew this was a timeline where Cath Palug wasn't in Chaldea.

Proto Merlin's Arcade profile notes that she switches her personal pronoun to ボク in her more personal moments. That's a thing male Merlin also does, but ボク is an informal masculine pronoun, so it makes perfect sense for him to switch to it when dropping the formalities. Proto Merlin going masculine when she drops the mask was vaguely suspicious, and it's even more so under this perspective because her "mask dropped" way of talking is identical to Fou's.

Kawasumi debuted as Fou's voice before she debuted as Proto Merlin's voice. Not a real clue but a curious piece of trivia.

Weight: 20 kg is still very weird but significantly less weird than before.

Hero Creation and Dreamlike Charisma are ranked lower, which could be because they’re imitations.

Mordred in Arcade feels the need to triple-check if Proto Merlin really is Merlin, although this could be just due to Merlin suddenly being a woman.

The main difference between Merlins as emphasized in her Arcade profile is that Proto Merlin isn't locked in the tower like Merlin. Getting out of the tower is a main point of Fou's backstory.

In Arctic Summerworld, Fou is always keeping watch on Lady Avalon because he doesn't know what she came there for, but he's consistently less hostile to her than he is to male Merlin.

And she came to mobile as Lady Avalon, but her Class is Pretender, meaning she doesn't come with her True Name registered. This is an intentional choice on her part and a secret she successfully keeps hidden. Unlike Oberon, Faker, or Tenochtitlan, she never gets her True Name Reveal scene so Chaldea is officially unaware of who she actually is. The Merlin reveal could have happened in her debut event, but since it didn't, Merlin is now the anti-climatic answer. It isn't worth holding the secret months for that.

#type moon #fate grand order #lady avalon #fou

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whatthecrowtold · 1 year

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"For Merlin, overtalked and overworn, Had yielded, told her all the charm, and slept.

Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, And lost to life and use and name and fame.

Then crying “I have made his glory mine,” And shrieking out “O fool!” the harlot leapt Adown the forest, and the thicket closed Behind her, and the forest echoed “fool.” (Tennyson)

Art by Henry Meynell Rheam "Merlin and Vivian" (1895)

#unhallowedarts #dark poetry #dark literature #dark art #dark academia #dark aesthetic #victorian gothic #gothic aesthetic #alfred lord tennyson #idylls of the king

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cinnabons-treasure-trove · 6 months

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Merlin: [rubbing his arse on Arthur's crotch]

Arthur: [groaning] Merlin, wait til we're home.

Merlin: [pulls his skirt up, showing off his black lacy underwear that Arthur bought for him]

Arthur: [curses] You harlot, you really want a spanking, don't you?

Merlin: [looks over his shoulder, smirking] Yeah I do, my arse miss your hands on them.

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jaeausten · 17 days

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Hi Everyone!

This post is for anyone wanting to request a gifset. Below the cut is a list of all films and tv shows that I am able to produce an gifset for. If it's not on the list, then I can't gif it... Sorry!

Pre Medieval:

Vikings 1-4a.

Tristan and Isolde.

Rome (HBO) 1-2

Cleopatra (1963).

Medieval:

The Hollow Crown 1-2.

A Knight's Tale.

Robin Hood (BBC) 1-3.

Ophelia (2018).

Ever After- A Cinderella Story.

The White Queen.

Braveheart.

Tudor: (If requested on here, I will actually post the request on tudorerasource, but will answer the ask on this blog with a link.)

The White Princess.

The Spanish Princess 1-2.

The Other Boleyn Girl.

Anne of the Thousand Days.

The Tudors 1-4.

Wolf Hall.

Lady Jane.

Elizabeth R.

Shakespeare in Love.

Anonymous.

Mary Queen of Scots (2013).

Mary Queen of Scots (2017).

Elizabeth I (2005).

The Virgin Queen.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: The Golden Age.

Stuart:

The Favourite.

Tulip Fever.

The Three Musketeers (2012).

The Musketeers (BBC) 1-3.

Stage Beauty.

Charles II: The Power and the Passion.

Georgian:

Harlots 1-3.

Pirates of the Caribbean 1-4.

Poldark 1-5.

The Scandalous Lady W.

Belle.

The Affair of the Necklace.

The Duchess.

The Abduction Club.

The Aristocrats (BBC).

Casanova.

Marie Antoinette.

The History of Tom Jones.

Dangerous Liaisons.

The Madness of King George.

Amadeus.

Outlander 1-5.

Regency:

Becoming Jane.

Miss Austen Regret's.

War and Peace (2015).

Mr Malcom's List.

Vanity Fair (2005).

Vanity Fair (BBC) (2005).

Jane Austen:

Pride and Prejudice (1995)

Pride and Prejudice (2005).

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Mansfield Park (1999).

Mansfield Park (2007).

Emma (1996).

Emma (BBC) (1996).

Emma (2009).

Emma (2020).

Persuasion (1995).

Persuasion (2007).

Sense and Sensibility (1995).

Sense and Sensibility (2008).

Northanger Abbey (2007).

Sanditon 1.

Love and Friendship.

Death comes to Pemberley.

Lost in Austen.

Victorian:

The Young Victoria.

Victoria 1-3.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

Little Dorrit.

Wives and Daughters.

To Walk Invisible.

Gentleman Jack 1-2.

Cranford.

Return to Cranford.

Jane Eyre (2007).

Jane Eyre (2001).

Little Women (1994).

Little Women (20019).

North and South.

Crimson Peak.

Bleak House (2006).

The Age of Innocence.

Far from the Madding Crowd.

The Phantom of the Opera.

Anna Karenina.

The Gilded Age 1.

Dr Thorne.

Edwardian:

Somewhere in Time.

The Secret Garden (1993).

A Room with a View.

Miss Potter.

Titanic.

Colette.

Anne of Green Gables Trilogy (1985-2000).

My Fair Lady.

20th Century/Modern/Everything Else:

Austenland.

A discovery of Witches 1-3.

Merlin 1-4.

Me before You.

Letters to Juliet.

The Da Vinci Code.

Angels and Demons.

Cinderella (2015).

Beauty and the Beast (2017).

Stardust.

Dracula (NBC) (2013).

Maleficent.

#pinned post #request list

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shadowtriovibes · 7 months

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break a sweat: chapter four

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Chapter Rating: E

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary:

“Leave it on,” he says in a low voice. “I want to see you in my jersey the entire time I’m taking you apart.” “Not so fast, Sallow,” you counter. “Let me give you a massage first, it will help with the soreness.” “A ‘massage?’” he asks hopefully.

AO3 permalink: break a sweat

November 6, 1892

Though you and Sebastian hadn’t set out to keep secret what had happened between you, you’re genuinely surprised that the news hadn’t spread overnight.

After your desperate, hurried sex following his first match, you’d spent a torturously long time properly discovering each other in the Room’s spacious bath basin. Hours later, you both managed to sneak into the raucous party in Slytherin’s common room with no one the wiser as to what you’d just gotten up to.

Ominis didn’t suspect a thing. Truthfully, what with half the school’s sixth- and seventh-years crammed into the common room and countless mugs of Butterbeer being passed around, he hadn’t noticed you weren’t there from the beginning.

Only Anne seemed suspicious, but she quickly got distracted when she saw Imelda lining up shots of Firewhisky for the Quidditch team. At that point, she determined that whatever it was Sebastian had snuck away to do for the past several hours wasn’t important, because he was about to cause even more trouble.

The next morning you wake well after the rest of your friends, pleasantly sore and content to daydream about Sebastian’s broad hands skimming across your body beneath the warm bathwater until breakfast is nearly over.

You’re less pleased by what you find when you eventually join your housemates in the Great Hall. You quickly learn the only gossip that had proliferated since the party ended is that the newly-muscled Sebastian Sallow is hands-down the best Seeker that Hogwarts has seen in years.

With such a reputation, it’s no surprise that he’s immediately bombarded with attention — especially from your female classmates.

Before you can even walk through the double doors, Anne links her arm through yours and starts to slowly walk you over to the table with an anxious expression on her face.

“Something has happened,” she warns you.

You groan. “Merlin, what now?”

“It’s Sebastian,” she says hesitantly. “Or I suppose if we’re being fair, it’s not him. It’s, well… everyone else.”

You glance over and catch sight of him at the end of the table. No less than half a dozen girls are surrounding him – some of them aren’t even in your house, you realize.

First, you notice that Samantha Dale is seated on his left and Adelaide is on his right, both listening intently and gasping delightedly as he recounts his victory from the previous afternoon.

Their audacity nearly makes you see red. You’ve been nothing but kind to those girls and have personally rescued members of both their families from various magical mishaps. Adelaide is your friend, and now she’s batting their eyelashes at your love right in front of you?

(The fact that you’ve kept your relationship mostly private thus far doesn’t have a chance to cross your mind.)

Then you observe several other Slytherin girls who are crowded onto a narrow section of the bench across the table. They’re leaning in toward Sebastian, ostensibly to hear his retelling, but you can see from halfway down the table that the top buttons of their blouses are conspicuously undone. Worst of all, that harlot Violet McDowell is standing behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders and looking positively smug.

Oh, you’re seething mad.

“I swear, they came out of nowhere,” Anne says nervously. “I went to ask Professor Weasley one question about an assignment and when I came back, they’d descended on him like a flock of jobberknolls. They even took my seat.”

The rational part of your brain finally takes stock of the situation and realizes Sebastian isn’t really doing anything wrong. For a split second, that boyish grin on his face as he waxes poetic about Quidditch reminds you of the man you’d fallen in love with in the first place – eager, earnest, and proud.

You can’t fault him for wanting to talk about his victory.

Don’t forget, he said he loves you, your brain reminds you. Just you.

Still, watching those girls try to monopolize his attention isn’t how you want to spend your morning.

“I think I’m just going to go back to the common room,” you mumble, gently unwinding your arm from Anne’s. “There’s no more room anyway.”

“Wait,” Anne pleads. “Sebastian’s not – he’d want you to stay, he’s been waiting for you all morning.”

You narrow your eyes. “It doesn’t look like he missed me that much.”

“He does,” Anne insists. “He came and told me about the two of you first thing this morning, he was so excited to get to see you. Those girls… he’s just a fascination to them, it doesn’t mean anything.”

You sigh self-consciously, glancing back one last time as Violet bends down to murmur something in Sebastian’s ear that makes him laugh.

“Just tell him he can come find me after he’s done entertaining the court,” you mumble, turning on your heel and storming out.

Sebastian does come to find you later that afternoon while you’re sulking in the library. Anne must have warned him that you were in a foul mood because he comes bearing gifts.

You jump slightly when he sneaks up behind you and murmurs, “Skipping breakfast? That’s not like you.”

You bite your lip and mumble, “Wasn’t hungry.”

“Really?” he asks skeptically, and you can hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at his face. “I thought you would’ve been starved after last night.”

“Sebastian,” you sigh. “I’m trying to study, what do you want?”

“I brought you a pasty,” he says, snagging an empty seat next to you and placing a napkin-wrapped pastry on the table. “Pumpkin.”

You pause jotting down notes from your book on magic theory, interestedly eyeing up Sebastian’s offering.

“Eat it,” he insists with a cheeky grin. “Lunch isn’t for hours, and I wanted to see if you’d like to take a walk with me.”

You unwrap the pasty and tear off a piece. “A walk?”

“Or I can study with you,” he offers. “Whatever you want, I just…”

He reaches over and takes your unoccupied hand in his as he murmurs, “I want to spend today with you.”

Truly, how can you be mad at him when he’s this lovely?

“Somewhere just us,” you bargain. “Without all the girls that want a piece of ‘Sebastian Sallow, Quidditch god.’”

He makes a displeased face. “They’re shameless. I told them I wasn’t interested as soon as I realized they didn’t actually care how many kilometers per hour I can fly.”

“I care,” you mumble, and Sebastian’s brilliant smile makes your stomach flip nervously.

“I know you do, and that’s why I love you,” he says, tipping your chin up so he can steal a sweet kiss, which quickly becomes more heated than is generally accepted in the library.

When he pulls away, he gives you a very pointed look. “Room of Requirement?”

“Room of Requirement,” you agree, scooping up your books and your half-eaten pasty as you both make a hasty exit.

—

November 17, 1892

With Quidditch practice eating up so much of Sebastian’s free time, you find yourself spending more and more time with Anne and Ominis as you study for your N.E.W.T.s. It’s in one of these study sessions that Anne reveals that she’s been studying independently with Nurse Blainey to master the science of healing magic.

“She’s a bit gruff, but she was always kind to me when I was first cursed,” she tells you. “And she’s got a brilliant mind for healing spells — she’s even studied at St. Mungo’s!”

As soon as you take a cursory look through Anne’s notes, you find yourself utterly enthralled. It’s not until several days later that you realize your ancient magic abilities could make you uniquely well-suited for such a discipline.

You write to Nurse Blainey straight away to ask her to take you on as a pupil as well.

An outbreak of dragon pox among Hufflepuff third years keeps her overwhelmed for nearly two weeks, but eventually, she invites you to her office to discuss your questions.

“Now then,” Nurse Blainey starts as she peers over a neat stack of Professor Fig’s old notes. “Can you tell me more about this ‘ancient magic’ ability of yours?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer nervously. “Well, er... I don’t think I can tell you where it comes from, because I’m not really sure myself. But I can sort of…”

You trail off and lift your hands from your lap. Bright, blue sparks emanate from your fingertips as your hands softly glow, and several of the picture frames on Nurse Blainey’s desk begin to levitate.

“Merlin’s beard,” she gasps. “Wandless magic?”

“I can use it with my wand as well,” you explain. “And… It seems to be generative.”

Her brow furrows. “I was reading about that in Eleazar’s notes, but I’m not quite sure I understand what he was getting at.”

You sigh and square your shoulders before you begin to explain the whole story: how Isadora Morganach used her abilities to extract pain — and eventually all feelings — from others, and how she used that power to create reserves of ancient magic.

By the time you explain how Isadora’s relentless efforts eventually led to her death, Nurse Blainey looks shaken.

“Am I to understand,” she asks softly, “that your abilities may allow you to extract pain from others?”

“Possibly,” you confirm. “But that’s not why I’ve come to you.”

She nods for you to continue, and gently you admit, “I want to learn if I can use my magic to treat pain, and perhaps even heal it — but not remove it.”

Nurse Blainey takes a moment to collect her thoughts, flicking through Fig’s notes once more.

“My dear,” she murmurs. “May I ask why, given the chance, someone with an ability like yours would not elect to simply remove pain entirely?”

Carefully you answer, “A very wise professor once told me that there cannot be light without darkness, and that having the ability to remove that kind of pain doesn’t necessarily mean one should.”

“I see,” she whispers.

“But — but perhaps I can use my ability to offer relief,” you suggest. “Not to extract anything, but… to give.”

Finally, Nurse Blainey smiles, folding her hands on her lap while she sits back contemplatively.

“I must admit, I’ve never seen such an ability before and I’ve no idea where to begin,” she admits. “But if you’re interested in further study of healing magic, I’d be delighted to work with you.”

—

November 27, 1892

Climbing all the way up to the Room of Requirement after one of his weekend Quidditch practices must be excruciating for Sebastian, you think.

After practice, he’s usually sore just about everywhere – from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, he positively aches. Having seen him in action, you know that he’ll often race upwards of a hundred kilometers on his broom simply doing laps around the pitch and tracking down the school’s enchanted practice Snitches.

To make matters worse, he’s forced to skip breakfast to be at the pitch by sun-up on strict orders from his captain, who goes on to keep the team well past eleven o’clock. Now he must be starving, but if you know your love, he’ll steadfastly ignore the temptation to go straight to the Great Hall for lunch and instead make the trek up to the seventh-floor corridor.

That’s precisely why you’re waiting for him there.

In the mornings when he has practice, you like to treat yourself to a bit of a lie-in and lazily wait around for his return so you can have lunch together. You would be happy to meet him downstairs when he returns to the castle, but lately, Anne and Ominis have protested whenever Sebastian joins the lunch table straight from practice still flushed, sweating, and covered in mud from the waist down.

Thus, Sebastian usually decides to be a gentleman and change first.

In the months since the start of Quidditch season and Sebastian’s first overnight stay in the Room of Requirement, he’s slowly started bringing in his belongings until he’d effectively moved out of the dormitories and into a shared nest with you. Most of his clothes were there by now, along with his endless piles of library books and his cherished personal collection of sporting novellas from Tomes and Scrolls.

You assume he’ll probably want to strip off his mucked-up robes and find something clean to change into so he can escort you downstairs for lunch. But despite the exhausting morning he must have already had, you don’t feel quite enough pity for your Sebastian to take it easy on him when he finally arrives.

Besides, you’re hoping to convince him (or perhaps seduce him) to let you test one of your newfound skills.

When he enters the room, he finds you lounging on the bed reading one of his beloved novels – wearing nothing but one of his Quidditch jerseys.

“Sebastian!” you call out happily as you look up.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he answers as he pushes the heavy door closed.

“You’re finally free,” you joke, closing your book. “I thought I’d have to come down to the pitch soon and challenge Imelda to a duel to get her to set you loose.”

“I won’t mind seeing that,” he laughs. “That would have been quite chivalrous of you.”

He shrugs out of his Quidditch robes and pulls his soaking-wet shirt up over his head. You watch longingly as his core flexes – all those hours on a broom have made him exceptionally well-defined, and you wish you could simply get on your knees right then and there to spend your morning tracing your tongue over every delineated band of muscle.

“You know,” he teases, pulling you from your reverie. “I had planned to just put on a clean shirt to go down to lunch, but it seems you’ve nicked my spare.”

“Did I?” you say, feigning innocence. “I just grabbed the first thing I could find, I swear.”

Sebastian glances at you skeptically before sitting down at what has become “his” desk to take off his boots. You frown when you catch him wincing while he bends at the waist.

“Are you hurt?” you ask him softly.

“No,” he insists. “Just sore all over.”

“Bash,” you croon. “Poor babe.”

“Come off it, I’m fine,” he laughs. “I just need some food and a nice long bath and I’ll be grand.”

You climb off the bed and saunter over to him in his chair, appreciating the way his eyes skim across the hem of his pilfered jersey. With every step, your hips sway and tease him with quick glimpses of the tops of your bare legs.

“Are you sure?” you ask sweetly. “Because if you’re feeling poorly, I can take care of you.”

Not even the promise of dry clothes and a warm meal could pull Sebastian’s attention from such a tempting offer – especially not while you’re wearing his clothes.

He sits back in his chair while you kneel in front of him to carefully unlace his Quidditch boots. After you take off his pads as well, it’s just too easy to climb onto his lap and wind your arms around his shoulders.

Sebastian’s gaze dips down to the space between your legs. He lays one palm flat against your thigh and uses his thumb to ruck up the hem of the jersey just a bit.

“You haven’t got anything on under this, do you?” he asks knowingly.

“Not a stitch,” you breathe.

Sebastian groans quietly and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you tightly against him.

“Leave it on,” he says in a low voice. “I want to see you in my jersey the entire time I’m taking you apart.”

“Not so fast, Sallow,” you counter. “Let me give you a massage first, it will help with the soreness.”

“A ‘massage?’” he asks hopefully.

When you merely raise an eyebrow at him, he looks simply crushed.

“You’re joking,” he says flatly. “You… you actually mean to ‘take care’ of me? In an actual ‘nurse-me-back-to-health’ sort of way? Nothing lewd?”

“I mean both the regular way and the devious way,” you laugh. “But if you’re aching right now, it’s not going to be much fun for you.”

“You are sincerely wrong about that,” he argues, but you’re undeterred.

“Let me do this first,” you bargain. “I promise you’ll feel better afterward.”

There’s a bit more whining and attempts to seduce you as you wriggle free of Sebastian’s lap and tug on his arm so he’ll walk over to the bed. He strips down to the garment layer he wears beneath his uniform pants and kindly allows you to shove him onto the bed.

He’s peering up at you expectantly, obviously hoping you’ll cave and climb onto his lap once again.

“Turn over, Sebastian,” you say with a fond eye roll. “On your stomach.”

“You’re evil,” he gripes. “A wicked, malicious sorceress.”

Sebastian reluctantly turns over onto his stomach so that you can sit astride his hips. As soon as you rest your weight on top of him, he exhales tiredly as if he’s just set down a towering stack of books at the librarian’s desk – like he’s let go of a weight he hadn’t realized had slowly become so burdensome in his arms.

“Relax,” you murmur. “I’ve got you.”

Then he tilts his head to rest on his folded hands. You know he can’t quite see you at this angle, but you still catch just a glimpse of his warm brown eyes before they flutter shut.

Go on, he says without words. Touch me. I trust you.

You think you could just stay here all day with your hands on his slightly chilled skin. Warming him up to your touch, you skim your hands across his firm shoulder blades, along the tops of his sun-kissed shoulders, and then down the solid expanse of aching muscle in his back. He’s so broad beneath you, you think, even on his stomach. Without his height to add to the imposing figure he usually cuts, he nevertheless looks perfectly capable of rolling you off of him should he desire.

Knowing that there’s very little he could desire less sends an excited shiver through you. It’s a privilege, getting to be gentle with a man like Sebastian.

After all, except for when his hands are on your body, Sebastian is anything but gentle. He’s headstrong, impulsive, and obstinately ungovernable when he knows he’s in the right. Physically, he’s grown into a body that matches.

You shouldn’t be surprised that despite playing as a Seeker, Sebastian is not the kind of athlete who relies on being lithe and quick on his broom. Whenever he finds himself in a dead heat for the Snitch, he routinely throws his whole body into a maneuver and hurdles himself into his opposing Seeker to knock them off their path.

He’s brutish on the pitch and offers no apologies for it, though he will extend a gentlemanly hand whenever he bests the other Seeker to their prize.

Worst of all is that he has no fear of mutually assured destruction. He wants to win, sure; but more importantly, he wants the other team to lose. If that means both he and his opponent must crash into the ground in a pile of torn sports robes and grass stains before being hauled up to the Hospital Wing by an exasperated Nurse Blainey, so be it.

(Needless to say, you aren’t the only one who calls him “Bash” anymore.)

You consider all this while you quietly work through some of the larger knots that have built up in the muscles of his back. His body has kept hold of a momentous amount of trauma over the years, and if you can help dissolve even a fraction of it with your hands, you’ll be overjoyed.

Carefully you splay the palms of your hands against his bare skin and concentrate hard on spreading warmth and relaxation through the striations of Sebastian’s muscles. Just as you’d practiced with Nurse Blainey, you visualize your magic wrapping through the infinitely small tears and bruises he’s endured to diffuse a relief that emanates a warm, purplish glow you can genuinely see.

(You’d managed to close a simple paper cut earlier that week, but Sebastian’s body has taken a more significant beating.)

“What’s happening?” Sebastian asks, his voice slurring.

“How do you feel?” you whisper.

“Incredible,” he breathes. “Are you…? Is this magic that you’re doing? Your ancient magic?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” you admit softly. “Healing magic, ancient magic… It’s a bit of both.”

“How did you–?” Sebastian asks before trailing off in a lazy, satisfied moan. “Merlin, it feels good.”

“Anne’s been showing me some of the healing magic she’s studying with Nurse Blainey, so I’ve joined her,” you say softly. “It’s actually quite interesting, Anne is very talented with–”

“No more talking about Anne for a little while, love,” Sebastian grits out. “Just – just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing. Please.”

You giggle softly while you slide your hands down further to the base of his spine, where you know for a fact he carries an unjust amount of tension. It’s precisely there that he stores his worries about upcoming N.E.W.T. exams, his all-important role on the Quidditch team, and the pressure he puts on himself to succeed so he can take care of Anne once you all graduate – you too, now, even though you insist you’ll be equals in every way possible.

“Feeling a bit better?” you ask him hopefully.

“Can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” he mumbles. “You should be a Healer.”

“Maybe someday,” you demur. “For now, I rather like the idea of only doing this for you.”

Sebastian’s soft groan sounds like one of assent.

You channel magic through him for a few more moments until you notice that he finally feels less inflamed beneath your fingertips. Then you let the glow fade away until it’s just you and Sebastian, no more magic thrumming between where your bodies touch.

He’s quiet for several long moments and you wonder whether you might have simply magicked him to sleep.

“Bash?” you whisper. “Are you alright?”

All of a sudden, he’s remarkably alive beneath you. He tilts one hip to tip you off of his back and onto the bed beside him, earning an annoyed huff out of you when you land on your rear. But before you can put the words together to protest, he’s parting your legs with his hands so he can settle between them and rucking up the jersey until he can see your bare core.

“You’re incredible,” he tells you earnestly. “I feel better than I have in months, love.”

“Th-that’s good,” you stutter, a bit bewildered.

He continues, “And I’m going to return the favor right this minute.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s kissing you breathless and rocking his hips against yours. You gasp sharply into his mouth and he swallows the sound, pressing his tongue against yours in that filthy way that he knows gets you soaking wet for him every single time he does it.

“Bash,” you whine. “Slow down a little.”

“Not a chance,” he says against your neck. “I want you, you made me need you.”

…Merlin, did you?

You try to focus while Sebastian stretches out the collar of his own jersey to suck claiming bruises along your collarbone. Did you overdo it on the healing spell? Possibly imbue him with a little too much “love?”

But then he confesses, “You’re irresistible in my clothes like this, d’you know that?”

You breathe a sigh of relief when you realize that that’s what’s got him so worked up. It’s you in his colors, his rumpled clothing with his damn name emblazoned on your back.

That quickly gives you an idea.

“Let me turn over,” you grunt as you try to squirm out from underneath him. “Sebastian, please.”

He looks thoroughly displeased when you sit up, so you placate him with one more filthy kiss before he won’t have access to your mouth for a while. Then you settle on your elbows and knees, jersey shoved up to the middle of your waist.

Sebastian says some foul words under his breath when he sees you present yourself for him. You wish he’d just bury himself in you, patience and preparation be damned. Together the two of you have discovered that there’s a time and a place for slow, intimate lovemaking just as much as there is for desperate, urgent, feral fucking.

You know which one Sebastian is craving.

“Take me like this, Bash,” you say breathlessly. “So you can see whose name I carry.”

He leans over you and drags his hand across the “SALLOW” stitched in thick, white letters across the broadest part of the jersey’s shoulders. Then he lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a growl as he grinds his hips against yours.

“I need to be inside you,” he grunts. Behind you, you can hear him shoving his base layer down his thighs before he drags two fingertips along your slit and uses your wetness to stroke his cock. “I can’t be patient.”

“Don’t be,” you insist. You sway your hips invitingly and arch your back. “I’m ready.”

“You need my fingers,” he tells you. “I’ll give you enough, I won’t hurt you.”

You stun him by reaching a hand back and showing him how you can press two fingers against your entrance that easily sink inside. You moan softly at how different the angle is from how you usually touch yourself, but it works to get the point across to Sebastian.

“I’m ready,” you repeat. “I was waiting for you.”

Sebastian traces a thumb along your slit beside your fingers, pulling you open a bit to let himself look his fill as you spread your wetness around wantonly.

“Is this what you were doing while I was at practice?” he asks. “Laying in this bed in my clothes, playing with your pussy, and thinking of what I’d do to you when I got back?”

Now that’s a word he most certainly picked up from those Muggle books he likes to read, but it makes you squirm desperately nonetheless.

“Yes,” you whimper. “B-but I waited for you to finish.”

“That’s a shame,” he murmurs. “I suppose I’ll have to make sure you’re properly seen to, since you’ve been waiting so long.”

He presses his thumb against your entrance with your two fingers and when you can easily take it inside as well, he decides you’re indeed plenty ready for his cock instead. His gentle hand on your wrist coaxes you into pulling out, and then he lines himself up and starts to press inside.

You whimper his name as you collapse onto your elbows. He feels impossibly big like this, and despite your insistence that you were ready for him, it’s a toe-curling kind of stretch that has you panting and trembling beneath him while your body alternates between its animal instincts to rear back or submit.

“Good, you take me so well, love,” he groans. “How do you feel?”

In answer, you loudly groan into the pillow you’ve bunched up beneath you.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself,” he says smugly. “Hold on tight for me, alright?”

After a few easy thrusts to ensure you’re properly braced for the full weight of him, Sebastian starts to relentlessly pound you down into the mattress. He supports you with his forearm wrapped beneath your hips and one broad hand pressing into your back – right below where his name is inscribed.

You’re fiercely loud in bed with him, but even when you’re whining and nearly sobbing for him, you can’t drown out the sound of his foul mouth.

“Take this cock,” he grunts. “Take it all, it’s what you wanted, right? For me to fill you up?”

“Yes!” you wail, knowing he expects an answer.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You want it all, I’ll give it all to you, always.”

He leans over your back and grinds in deep and you feel a twinge that isn’t entirely pleasure, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop – it’s too good, especially when it’s straddling the line of being too much.

“I’m gonna give you everything,” he confesses into your ear. “My seed, my name on your back, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Give it to me,” you slur. “Go on, Bash.”

“I will love, I will,” he grunts. “But I’m finishing you first.”

He keeps murmuring filth into your ear while he works a hand underneath you to rub quick, firm circles against your clit the way he knows you like. He talks about how sweet you are for him, how you’re the best thing he has, how he wants to keep you right here for as long as you’ll let him, but whether he means in this bed or in his arms you can’t possibly know.

He deftly works you to a breathtaking climax – quite literally you lose your breath, and he just keeps drawing it out with his eager fingers and his cock buried deep in you for so long that you wonder when it will ever stop. When it finally relents, you rest your cheek against the pillow and lie boneless, content to let Sebastian hold your hips up so he can work himself toward his finish.

“Want you to keep it all inside,” he says mindlessly. “Keep it in, keep my jersey on too, fuck–”

When he spills in you, he grinds his sensitive cock against your hips for as long as he can take it to make sure you stay full of his spend. Then when he pulls out, he tucks that damn jersey back down over your ass as if to make the claim, Our work here is done.

You lay exhausted on your stomach while Sebastian cozies up behind you. Within minutes of catching your breaths his stomach growls, so you know you won’t be there for much longer, but neither of you seems to be in any hurry to untangle yourself from the other.

Eventually, you have to ask him, “...So, ‘my name on your back,’ hmm?”

You expect him to blush and stammer, or start talking about how maybe, someday, when he feels like he’s satisfied some sort of ridiculous goal that will make him feel like he deserves it, that could be a reality.

Instead, he kisses behind the hinge of your jaw and murmurs, “I meant it. Whenever you want it, it’s yours. Just say the word.”

“Fine, but if I get the name, I get to keep the jersey,” you sigh.

He buries his nose in your hair and happily mumbles, “I think we’ll have to negotiate that one.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian x mc #quidditch!seb #quidditch fic #break a sweat #HELLO HAVE A NEW CHAPTER A DAY LATE MY FRIENDS

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fluffypotatey · 1 year

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After a close-clustered string of magical attacks, Uther declares a curfew for the city, which is terrible for Merlin because how in hell is he supposed to stop them from his room?

So of course he has to sneak out. And of course he gets caught.

And the guards are grilling him because they know who Merlin is by this point so he's getting a little bit of wiggle room and not going Directly To Jail, but he needs to explain himself quick. And he's not doing a great job of it, and he knows Arthur is going to kill him if he has to get Merlin out of the dungeons again and Gaius will give him the Eyebrow and-

"You!"

They all three turn towards the sound of the very irate voice to see Gwen stepping out of her house in her nightdress, holding her blanket around her like a shawl, looking uncharacteristically annoyed.

"There you are, you useless lout! Where was it this time? Hm? The Rising Sun again?" she demands of Merlin, who is wide-eyed and utterly speechless. "I don't know who you think you are, sneaking out at all hours without so much as a by-your-leave, I can't believe you, you know, I am your wife, not some tenpenny harlot you can come skulking back to when you want a warm bed!" she snaps, punctuating her words by slapping Merlin's arm with a corner of the blanket. "Are you going to arrest him?" This directed at the guards, who now look as though they would rather be on latrine duty than be part of this conversation. "Actually, no, go ahead. Take him. Take him! Just do me a favour and don't lock him in the dungeon, put him in the kennel with the rest of the dogs!"

"Uh - no - he's - it's - just...don't do it again," says one; his shiftmate is very busily examining a scratch on his halberd.

"Oh, he's not going to, because I'm going to chain him to the damn hearth!" Gwen declares, snatching Merlin by the neckerchief and hauling him towards her house, giving him a shove through the open door. "In with you, then, you overgrown scarecrow, I'll deal with you in the morning." She marches in after him and slams the door loud enough it echoes in the street.

They both wait, watching the window until the light of the guard's torch moves away. They look at each other. And then they're both laughing so hard Merlin actually sinks down to sit on the floor.

"You're the best, Gwen, I really do mean that," he wheezes, wiping tears off his cheeks.

"You'd better. I don't even want to know what you were doing out there, knowing the curfew's on." Gwen reaches down and ruffles his hair. "Now come on, you can stay here tonight, they really will arrest you if they catch you again."

[The Next Day]

"Gwen!" Merlin quickens his step to catch up to her, holding up a small cluster of bright yellow flowers, incidentally the same colour of her kirtle. "For you. For, y'know, last night," he says.

"Oh, thank you, Merlin, they're lovely," she says, taking the small posy and carefully tucking the stems into the top of her stays.

Merlin's grin turns sly as he winks and says, "Not as lovely as you, wife."

Laughing, Gwen holds out her skirt and sketches a curtsey. "Why, thank you, husband."

Coming down the hall towards them, Arthur trips on the rushes and crashes into a suit of armour.

*in a narrator voice* and so began the courtship of Merwen which would soon blossom into the courtship of Merwenthur, but...that is a whole other story

#i love everything about this #this makes me so giddy #just imagine those two being so cute and flirty and arthur seems to always come at a time when they are the MOST coupley #he stumbles & fumbles and makes his leave (to give the lovebirds privacy) but they just giggle and invite him in & arthur.exe blue screens #bbc merlin #ficlet #merwen #mergwen #merwenthur #asks

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haggishlyhagging · 11 months

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But the first few sections of the book of Hosea most clearly depict the outrage of the Hebrew man with the wife who refused to be his private property. First we read that Yahweh told Hosea, “Take yourself a wife of harlotry and have children of harlotry, for the land commits great harlotry by forsaking the Lord." Hosea then spoke to his daughter of the "whoredom" and "lewdness" of her mother Gomer, who was apparently a sacred woman of the temple. Later Gomer was told to put away her harlotry and adultery, to which she defiantly replied, "I will go after my lovers." In response to this rebellion the male deity threatened to thwart her activities until such time as she would finally say in desperation, "I will go and return to my first husband."

It is not clear whether these were intended to be the words of Hosea or Yahweh, for they are initially presented as the words of Hosea to his wife, but we read, "I will put an end to all her rejoicing, her feasts, her new moons, her sabbaths and all her solemn festivals. I mean to make her pay for all the days when she offered burnt offerings to the baals and decked herself with rings and necklaces to court her lovers, forgetting me. It is Yahweh who is speaking." Hosea then goes on to say: "Your daughters play the harlot and your brides commit adultery for the men go aside with harlots and sacrifice with cult prostitutes.

-Merlin Stone, When God Was a Woman

#merlin stone #biblical stories #female oppression #patriarchy

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romijuli · 10 months

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Chel! What're your top 5 fave tsuzu cards? :3

SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT I HAD FAMILY OVER but!!! on to The Boye <3

i'm gonna grab three ssrs, one sr and one r. just for fun. also in no particular order!

Everyone from the Minagi Family (aka Last Planet SSR): the initial promo art almost sent me down the stairs. the unbloomed made me trip UP the stairs. i was not looking at the art on either occasion, i was just THINKING about it a little too close to the stairs. SO pretty what the fuck

MANKAI Memory: i was tempted to put glitter here, but oooough i love the memory card. the unbloomed is so nice looking and i just REALLY love everything he's got going on in the bloomed. also the backstage is SO sweet and imo a very subtle but very nice step towards the growth we see in literary impasse: his childhood item is a t-shirt he begged his parents to let him buy, like the ONE thing he ever let himself ask for, and that being his choice for the birthday bromide shoot plays SO nicely with the literary impasse story being about him learning to be self-indulgent.

At the End of the World: huh all of these are drama, that was an accident. YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE THE DOG CARD DIDN'T YOU but it's this one. the unbloomed is aDORABLE and then whatever's happening in the bloomed. also i just really like liar night, it's not really relevant to the overall story or character development but tsuzuru struggling with the whole amogus thing because he's just too honest and doesn't do the best with improv is very cute.

honorable mentions to the dog card and the harlot.

Heroic Tale of the Pure Detective: i picked this one because it's actually the card that sold me on the summer outfit! he looks cute in it. why is he eating in so many of his cards. is that curry bread i want some. also hi Konjou i guess. i know everyone says Kanagi but according to the newly-voiced event story it sure is Konjou.

honorable mention to box boy, who i was so close to putting on here. also a note for initial sr tsuzuru who came home five fucking times in my first month on en and is directly responsible for tsuzuru being my fave. WAIT ALSO SUNNY SPRING. LOOK AT THAT FACE.

Chomp Chomp Cupcake: LOOK HOW CUTE THAT UNBLOOMED IS. honestly my fave r overall, with the possible exception of guy staring into the void thoroughly unamused. i wanna squish him and/or steal his cupcake.

honorable mention to the bastard (merlin) and also the hermes one i spent 18 real world dollars to bloom

#blood for the dandelion god #do i dare put this in a real tsuzuru tag

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unravellingsilencehq · 1 year

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ROUGE PRINCESS get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out.

— she walks through the world as;

name → claudette tremblay née delacour pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1954 - september 1955 face claim → vanessa kirby blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → bisexual occupation → private investigator at a brief case in carkitt market future information → n/a

— she is best described as ;

As POISED as a ballerina on point, she is the DASHED FREEDOM of a pegasus, who longs for LIBERTY but who is doomed to fail with clipped wings. HEADSTRONG, while she dons champagne crystals and delicate heels, her lack of materialistic desires leaves her as RADIANT as the SUN chasing the night. Grounded in reality, while their WIT is captivating, they are as BEAUTIFUL as the gartered KNIFE at their thigh; silent in DISCIPLINED DEFIANCE.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

Born amongst purist rhetoric with her three siblings, LYNETTE DELACOUR [sister], DOMINIQUE DELACOUR [brother] and AIMEE DELACOUR [sister], they lavished in the allure of the French aristocracy as idealistic as a fairytale; but for her it was a mere inconvenience. Tedious were the restrictions that came with being a family deemed royalty, which she had no mind of following. Abandoning etiquette lessons in favor of exploration with partner in crime GABRIEL DUMONT [best friend]; despite her mother’s efforts, her heart was boisterous with a lust of life that was difficult to quench. Hiding among muggles, Claude found herself encapsulated by them. Riveting conversations with a sense of normality filled the simplicity she craved that was lacking in their manor. After her uncle disgraced the family and ran off with his harlot; her father stepped up as the sole male heir. The line passed to a man who never wanted to be seen high, though his love for his family outweighed any of his desires. Out of any, Claudette was most like her father. The last thing she wished, was to disappoint her family like her uncle had. While she longed for normality; she knew it was merely a fantasy. Instead she bit her tongue, stood straighter and smiled, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t throw in a quick witted remark to put even the most pompous of noble sorcerers in their place.

With Beauxbatons, came escapism, freedom and life. Corralled by RAPHAEL FRANCOIS [close friend] and Gabriel, they dueled until sunset and acted as each other’s wingmen. While many of the girls spent their days gushing over romance, beauty potions and braided hair like her sister Lynette, Claude saw no interest; instead she sought liberty and her own voice. Bolstering the determination to stand up for others against the likes of ALEXANDRA ROSIER [rival] and her entourage, Claude made friends in unexpected places; particularly in Muggle-Born JACQUELINE LEJEUNE [best friend]. While her oldest sister sought to be friends with the ‘right people’, Claude made genuine friendships to last a lifetime. Possessing a politically inclined mind, summers brought time with her father at learning the intricacy of his work at the ministry. Leading to her quick decision to study to become an Auror much to her mother’s dismay. She excelled in her studies, although she was often in trouble for her quick wit and prejudiced demeanor; she was an excellent student. Acquiring a job as an Auror within the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France after graduation; she’d found a profession she loved and a witch in whom to hold her affection.

EVANGELINE SELWYN [former partner/potential love interest], was someone that Claudette never expected. A summer whirlwind romance the pair quickly fell deeply for one another. Encapsulated in each other’s arms, the problems of the world seemed to evaporate at the simple brush of a hand. Despite having to hide their relationship from Claudette’s family, the pair were passionately connected. Summer turned to years. Having met at twenty two, after four years together it felt as though nothing could pull them apart. Unfortunately fate had other plans with Claudette’s mother orchestrating an arranged marriage to pure-blood ALEXANDER TREMBLAY [husband/potential love interest]. Outraged, having sacrificed her freedom for so many years, her heart was non-negotiable. Desiring to love freely, she refused. Unbeknownst to anyone, she was planning to propose to Evageline. Visiting home one last time to share news with her siblings, her plans of a quick escape were rifled. With her mother discovering her intentions, she trapped her in her room; adamant that she couldn’t stand idle and let her ruin the family for a ‘wishful fantasy’. Charmed locks, no wand and no means of escape. Despite efforts to contact Eva, it was too late. With word from Gabriel that she’d left back to England heartbroken thinking Claudette had changed her mind.

With the love of her life gone, Claudette caved. Accepting Xander’s hand, having spent little time with her ‘beloved’, a day that many dreamed of was one she was dreading. Holding him guilty for her unhappiness she became cold and aloof. Transferring across seas with rumors of war encapsulating London, she disguised the move as playing ‘happy fiance’. Knowing her heart was really set on protecting one particular witch no matter the cost. While she had prepared herself for chaos, it was unlike anything she’d experienced. With the murder of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] and the rise in creature attacks, The Ministry was scrabbling to hold onto control in a society struck with chaos. Investigations only led to empty leads and convenient evidence that the Ministry blindly agreed to to fit their own narrative. Political warfare on the wise, any claims against what those in power wished were dismissed. However their silence shattered with the solstice of summer 1983 tearing the community to shreds. Fighting against masked figures who claimed to be ‘Death Eaters’, the witch had been helping civilians to safety one moment before a blow to the head turned everything black. Awaking only to be found in handcuffs for the murder of AMELIA BONES [close friend/former romantic liaison].

Detained and awaiting trial for a crime she didn’t commit, with the invasion of her mind it was proved Claudette’s innocence and that the guilty was under the influence of Polyjuice potion. Despite The Ministry’s statement, the hate spiraled towards her was maddening. Returning from Italy, Alexander became her saving grace. Averting the tabloids eager for a statement from the ‘killer’, his valiant protection eased her. For the first time she saw him as a person and not a pawn in her parents' schemes. Hidden in the Tremblay house, the witch was confined for her own safety. Leaving only under the disguise of beauty potions at the cusp of night. With the world unstable, her constant became Xander. His support, especially after being fired for ‘appearance sake’, kept her steady. While proud, it was against her better judgment that she let herself fall. And just like he had her, when MASON TREMBLAY [rival/brother in law] was found guilty for Amelia’s murder it was Claude that held him strong. Xander believed in their union, promising that in time their love would grow. Hopeful, they married privately as a commitment to each other outside of their families. Despite reservations, she didn’t feel obligated to his hand like she’d once did. She’d chosen him. Not out of sacrifice to her heart, but because of it.

Going out on her own to investigate cases piling desks high, while ANNABETH PEBWORTH [former colleaguer/friend] warned her against it with the danger rising, it isn’t in her nature to stay on the side lines. That was until PRUDENCE OWENS [friend/colleague] approached with a card and an offer of a new place of residence. A Brief Case was filled with ex-aurors and those thrown out by the system were a breath of fresh air. Their bite for the truth filled Claudette with pride as they helped those the ministry ignored. While her work has her reluctantly investigating PERSEPHONE WILKES’ [acquaintance] distrusting claims against GENEVIEVE AVERY-WILKES [person of interest] she can’t help but be more captivated by her own personal investigations. Gathering memories of civilians from the night of the solstice, Claudette is trying to identify suspected Death Eaters; and who framed her. Those eager to forget give theirs gladly, but with the rising turbulence honesty is something lacking. Attempting to gain the trust of socialites LUCRETIA FAWLEY [person of interest] and VERUCCA BUCKTHORN-SNYDE [person of interest], Claude hopes their memories could be the missing piece she needs. However with their alliances unknown, can she afford to put herself on the line if it leads to more false trails?

— she is a LEVEL 8 WITCH & readied for war ;

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