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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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Headaches caused by weather Part 2

Warning: Part 2 Headaches caused by weather

Warning: Description of headaches, fluff, swearing Characters: Billy/Four, Taron Egerton, Eggsy Unwin, Geralt, Jaskier, Bucky Barns, Peter Parker, Charles Xavier, Alex Summers, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Part 1

Billy/Four: Gets super overprotective. Will punch everyone who disrespects you. Punched One multiple times for being an ass to you. No missions for you. After he was on one he will tell you how it went and joke about it. He forces you to sleep in his trailer, so he can take care of you. Or that’s what he is trying to tell himself. In all secret he wants you to move in with him, even though all your things are already in his trailer.

Taron Egerton: Immediately get’s your meds and everything you need. Your glass of water is never empty, he always refills it. Cuddling. Taron will lightly hum to you so you will fall asleep. When he is away filming he will call his mom, one of sisters or one of his friends to look after you. The person who will look after you will be bombarded with questions of how you are doing and if you are well enough to skype with him or not.

Eggsy Unwin: If he could, he would immediately break off the mission just to fly home. If Merlin forbids him to fly home to you he will annoy him to send someone to you to take care of you. If you are with him on a mission get ready to get a first aid kit only for you.

Geralt of Rivia: First he fought you were cursed. After you explained to him it was just the weather he still quite didn’t believe you fully. After a long time he will curse the weather. If you are near a village he will pay for a room. He will darken the windows as best as he could. Will get you the herbs that you need and make you a tea out of it. If he finds a healer he will ask them for potions or the recipe for it so he can make it while you are on the path. Speaking of the path, if you are he will try to make it as comfortable as possible.

Jeskier: He will buy or forge the herbs you need. Humm lowly to you so you would drift to sleep. You found out by coincident that when Jeskier softly strums his lute the headaches are getting less intense.

Bucky Barnes: He knows when you have a headache because you use his metal arm as a cooling bag.

Peter Parker: He will swing by and get you your meds. He calls it his Speedy-Spidey-Meds Delivery. You snorted the first time he told you the name. A lot of cuddles. Peter “forgets” to patrol.

Charles Xavier: Tries to isolate your mind from outside triggers. Works sometimes. After his lessons and overseeing the training of some students he will look after you. A lot of cuddling. Charles softly reads to you.

Alex Summers: Cuddling like this

Dick Grayson: Once got yelled at by Bruce for skipping a patrol. After a famous Alfred talk Bruce apologized. Now every time you would get one of your migraine episodes and Dick has to go on patrol either Alfred or one of his siblings are over and look over you. He is the guy who will go full night wing costume to buy meds for you.

Jason Todd: Doesn’t give a shit about patrol, you are more important. Cuddling. Jason will cook his heart out for you, more like he usually does.

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atarahderek · 3 years

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Wolfwalkers Review

I confess, I have not taken the time to watch the first two movies of Cartoon Saloon’s Irish folklore trilogy (a fact I hope to rectify sooner rather than later). But I did take the time to watch Wolfwalkers...and I fell in love. The animation, the unique style, the music, the story...it was all beautiful. So I thought I’d give my thoughts on it, trying to keep them as spoiler free as I can.

Wolfwalkers had a limited theatrical release and was later released on Apple TV’s streaming service--which does offer a one week free trial if you want to check out their content. It is not the first Cartoon Saloon animation I’ve seen (I watched Breadwinner a few years ago), but it is easily the most beautiful. Being of Irish descent myself, I’m always happy to see good stories set in the lands of my ancestors. Especially stories that make liberal use of Celtic style music. If you have a Celtic heritage you’d like to explore, Wolfwalkers is an excellent celebration of that heritage and worth watching for that alone.

The story

The plot is fairly simplistic: A girl moves to a new town and has a hard time adjusting, meets a friend who stands out just as much as she does, discovers that friend faces a terrible threat, and tries to do whatever she can to help her friend. In this story, Robyn Goodfellowe and her father Bill have moved from northern England to Kilkenny, Ireland (insert South Park joke here). Bill is a hunter, tasked by Lord Oliver Cromwell, who insists on being referred to as Lord Protector and nothing less, with eradicating the wolves who live in the nearby forest so that the woodcutters can clear the forest for farmland. Well, the wolves in the forest have something to say about that. While trying to prove to her father that she can still be a good hunter despite Cromwell’s wishes that she stay in town and work in the scullery, Robyn comes across a girl named Mebh, who reveals herself to be a wolfwalker; a type of werewolf, for lack of a better term, that takes a wolf form whenever her human body sleeps. After a misunderstanding, Mebh accidentally bites Robyn, causing Robyn to become a wolfwalker herself. But her new form makes her an ally to Mebh, who is waiting for her missing mother to return so they can take their wolf pack and find a new forest untouched by Cromwell. Robyn struggles to keep her new secret form from her father and Cromwell, but when Cromwell threatens the wolves and Mebh directly, Robyn can no longer remain silent.

Cartoon Saloon’s history of giving their stories bittersweet endings makes this plot a little less predictable than it would be if it came from any other studio--and a lot less predictable than if it came from Disney (I love Disney, but sometimes they play things too safe or too true to their own favorite tropes). But the ending is quite satisfactory. It did suffer the plot mandated friendship failure in the third act, but to be fair, Robyn’s heart was in the right place, even if her actions weren’t. This film proves that a story doesn’t have to have a bunch of plot twists or be especially complex to be good. There is an elegance in simplicity.

The characters

Robyn is spunky, independent, snarky and skilled in marksmanship. She understandably does not like the new “cage” she’s found herself in under Cromwell’s strict rules. In England, her father let her go hunting with him and gave her a lot more freedom. In Ireland, he is firmly under Cromwell’s thumb. And as Cromwell is not afraid to punish children as if they were adults, Bill fears Robyn will be taken away from him and jailed or put in the stocks. Robyn has started to hear the phrase, “It’s for your own good,” far more often than anything else from her father, and she can’t stand it--right up until she uses the same phrase toward Mebh to protect her from Cromwell. When she becomes a wolfwalker, she suffers anxiety, wanting to hide her wolf form, but also craving freedom more than ever. Robyn is the type of idealist who always imagines herself easily taking a stand against something she believes to be wrong, but when it comes right down to doing just that, she balks at first. But in the end, she is able to stand strong anyway. Even as a child, Robyn shows strong leadership skills and has a mind for strategy--when she’s calm and focused, that is. When she’s out of her element and panicking, she gets herself into quite a few predicaments. Her strengths and flaws make her a well rounded character and prevent her, a young, falcon-owning huntress in 1650 Ireland, from sliding into Mary Sue territory.

Mebh is your standard wild child. She’s fiercely independent, loves to tease, and tends to make bombastic threats toward people who might offend her. She’s at least a few years younger than Robyn, and it shows. Robyn is 12-13 years old, while Mebh seems to be about nine at the most. Mebh takes promises seriously, expects them to be upheld, and is easily hurt when they are broken. Despite having little in common with Robyn, she bonds easily with her within hours of meeting her, teaching her all that she needs to know about being a wolfwalker. She’s a handful for anyone, a fact that baffles Cromwell, who apparently has very little personal experience with children. Kids Mebh’s age are often portrayed as seeming older or younger than they are, but Mebh is portrayed as a very convincing nine-year-old. She’s properly immature, but also old enough to take care of herself while her mother is away. Though she does have over two dozen furry babysitters to take care of her.

Bill Goodfellowe represents the rare Sean Bean role where his character doesn’t die. He’s a widower who is just trying to establish a good life for himself and Robyn. When he gets called to Ireland, he finds himself having to tie down his free spirited daughter, and it’s plain to see he hates doing it. He wants to protect her from the wolves around Kilkenny, but he also wants to protect her from Cromwell’s retribution against anyone who violates his dictatorial laws. Eventually, he has to stand up to Cromwell to protect Robyn, finally realizing that complying with tyranny will not allow him to protect his daughter; it will only put his daughter in more danger.

There’s not much to say about Mebh’s mother Moll. Her whereabouts are unknown until halfway through the second act, and even in the third act she doesn’t play much of a role. She’s a tough but tender matriarch who acts as something of a living MacGuffin. She's also the plot’s punching bag.

The side characters are mostly delightful. Merlin is your standard animal sidekick, but he’s also a very useful means of communicating, being a bird that can talk to Wolfwalkers. A bully named Paidrig turns out to be a useful tool for Robyn, keeping him from being completely repulsive (but only just barely; I’d rank him just below Eustace Clarence Scrubb in the first half of VDT). And Sean Og is criminally underappreciated. Seriously, we need some more love for Sean Og here.

And as for Oliver Cromwell, I have quite a bit to say about him. I’m going to save that for its own post, since it will involve spoilers. Since he is a historical domain character (unlike the others), the approach taken with him was different from what it was for the other antagonistic characters--and for a lot of villains in general. He’s almost Judge Claude Frollo in John Ratcliffe’s body.

The soundtrack

With an abundance of gorgeous Celtic music and a beautifully fitting rendition of “Running with the Wolves” by Aurora, I have only one complaint about the soundtrack: I CANNOT FIND IT FOR SALE ANYWHERE!!!

In summary

It’s beautiful, it’s so very Irish, it’s a quality story about magic wolves (those are rare), and I sincerely believe it is more than a contender for best animated feature this year. Honestly, I liked it better than Soul. Well done, Cartoon Saloon. Well done. Now, to all of you reading this, go support Wolfwalkers!

#Wolfwalkers #review #Cartoon Saloon #animation #Robyn Goodfellowe #Mebh og MacTire #seriously if you know where to find the soundtrack for sale or safe download please tell me

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the-bad-batch · 4 years

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Cissamione 😏😉

Yay!! 1. Who kissed the other first? Hermione. Narcissa is a woman who you chase. She teases, she flirts and eventually Hermione has enough. She surges forward and kisses the woman, shocking her. After that, Narcissa kisses her at every chance she gets.

2. What was their first fight about? Hermione and Narcissa's friends. Their friends are different. Narcissa's are like her, taught to be proper ladies of society and Hermione's are...Weasley's and Potter's mostly! Narcissa feels Hermione's friends look down on her, Hermione feels the same about hers. Eventually though, its resolved and they both agree to stick up for each other. Their love is worth more than their friends think.

3. Who sleeps in the couch more often? Hermione. Narcissa on the couch? I think not. Even when Narcissa's in the wrong, she sleeps in the bed. Hermione sleeps on the couch.

4. Who drinks coffee and who drinks tea? Hermione isn't allowed coffee after Narcissa found her on 10 cups shouting she can taste colours. Hermione sticks to decaffeinated tea and Narcissa likes her coffee black (Andy says like her soul and cackles)

5. Who goes grocery shopping more often? Narcissa surprisingly. If she leaves eat to Hermione they'll be stews for the rest of their lives. (They're easy she says) Sometimes a woman just wants Duck Confit.

6. Who brings breakfast in bed? Narcissa. Hermione works long hours at the ministry and she loves seeing her wake up with a beaming smile, excited because Narcissa has drawn smiley faces on her eggs. (She is weak for Hermione)

7. Who sleeps first? Narcissa. Hermione keeps her up reading occasionally. She moans but secretly she very much enjoys listening to Hermione hmm to herself.

8. Who watches the other sleeping? Narcissa. Sometimes she can't quite believe she was lucky to have a woman who loves so deeply and unconditionally return her feelings.

9. Who met the parents in law first? Hermione. In portrait form. It didn't go well. Narcissa set her parents portrait on fire the moment they called her partner a mudblood.

10. Who does the laundry? Neither. They hire a house elf to do their laundry, Winnie is in the union, she is paid handsomely and she loves her mistresses.

11. Who washes the dishes? Winnie. Narcissa's nails would be ruined. Hermione doesn't wash them properly, there is always sauce left on the plate (we have that in common)

12. Who clean up the house? Winnie & Narcissa. Hurricane Hermione leaves stuff EVERYWHERE.

13. Who washes the car? Hermione owns a red classic mini that Narcissa has been in once. She was terrified. Hermione has road rage. They don't talk about it. Not since Hermione was almost arrested for punching someone. Hermione washes the car.

14. Who brings take outs? Hermione. Narcissa pretends she doesn't like greasy pizza or chinese food. (She fucking loves it)

15. Who calls the other to ask if they want something from the street? Narcissa. Hermione loves to hear her say "Darling, I'm just in the bookstore do you have..."

16. Who’s more likely to make plans? Narcissa. Hermione always wakes up sunday thinking they have nothing to do. She is always wrong.

17. Who dreams about a big wedding? She doesn't admit it at first but Hermione. She longs for a Princess wedding but doesn't bring it up. Narcissa already had that wedding. Surely she wouldn't want another? Narcissa finds out from Andromeda who Hermione confides in. She plans her fiancee the best god damn princess wedding.

18. Who breaks the cups? Hermione. She's never been clumsy before but when Narcissa Granger-Black is pressing you against a counter. You tend to drop things.

19. Who holds the umbrella? Hermione. Narcissa always blushes and calls her the perfect Gentlewoman.

20. Who takes the other to the dance floor? Hermione. Narcissa is afraid at first that Hermione wouldn't want to make their relationship so public, shes the ex wife of a death eater. She's old enough to be her mum for merlins sake. Hermione notices. She takes her out to the dance floor and twirls her. She's not ashamed of her love.

21. Who does the big romantic gestures? Narcissa. She wants Hermione to know how much she loves her. Wants her to know that shes not afraid to shout it from the rooftops. Hermione makes her brave.

22. Who’s more likely to serenade? Hermione. She sings to Narcissa every chance she gets. Especially when making her coffee. Even though Hermione is banned from it.

23. Who forgets the wet towel in bed? Hermione. Narcissa has taken to picking it up from the bed and placing it Hermione's bag. Hermione is super embarrassed when she pulls it out in the middle of a meeting.

24. Who don’t pick up things when they fell? Hermione. Narcissa threatens to throw them away but she never does.

25. Who keeps losing the keys? Narcissa. She doesn't understand why she needs to lock the door. Is she not scary enough to keep thieves out anymore?

26. Who sings the rap part? Hermione. Narcissa laughs so much she almost pees herself.

27. Who pretends to be sad just so the other will cheer they up? Narcissa. Shes needy. Don't call her that though. She'll slap you so hard your grandchildren will feel it.

28. Who wakes up ready for a marathon? Hermione. Don't speak to Narcissa untils he's had her second coffee or Hermione has woken her up by sliding between her thighs..

29. Who buys them tickets for shows? Narcissa, she calls herself Hermione's sugar mommy to make her blush.

30. Who choose the movie? Hermione. Narcissa will never forget seeing Carol with her... or the sex they had afterwards.

31. Who says ‘I love you’ more often? Hermione. Narcissa has a habit of rolling her eyes. When she says it though, its always important and she tends to say it with her actions too.

32. Who keeps waving at people after they got engaged? Narcissa. She loves seeing peoples faces when she gets to say shes engaged to Hermione. Especially Molly Weasley.

33. Who uses the most ridiculous nicknames for the other? Narcissa. It amuses her greatly. She loves calling Hermione her little luscious lion.

34. Who’s responsible for date nights? Hermione, she loves to wine and dine her woman.

35. Who wakes up one day and decides to stay in bed? Narcissa. One day she decides Hermione has worked too hard. Shes taking a sick day, Narcissa is cancelling all her social outings, they're going to stay in bed, make love, watch romantic films, order greasy food and just enjoy each other. Thank you

#anon asks #Cissamione #Hermione x Narcissa

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sxpphire-skies · 4 years

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Hii! Can I request prompt 1 and 36 for Remus x Slytherin!reader. Thank youu!💚

Panic Room

(R. L. x Slytherin Reader)

okay so i can't express how much I love this request!! Remus is SO cute and he's one of my favourite Marauders to write for! @obsessedwithrandomthings I really hope you like it <3 remember this is my first fic on Tumblr so please don't be too harsh guys!!

warnings - mild smut themes (non detailed) , kissing (LIKE A LOT ASKDFGHIJ), not much else but please DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 15/UNCOMFORTABLE WITH KISSING ETC.

prompts - "Kiss me.", "Stay here tonight." 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱. i also loosely based this fic off of the song 'Panic Room' by Au/Ra, so be sure to check her out!!

enjoy!! if you like it, reblogs are always appreciated ✨

Panic Room

(R. L. x Slytherin Reader)

"I can't just walk up to him and say 'Hi Remus, I' ve wanted to fuck you since we were in fourth year, you don't even have to go out on date with me, I'd just like to make out with you in the Room of Requirement.'" Elle pauses for a bit, thinking over what she just said, "That'll just give him a scare. Although..." She trails off, smirking widely. "I bet he can kiss really fucking well." It's all you can do not to punch her.

You're sat outside by the lake with your lifelong friend Alya's head on your shoulder, with Lily Evans, Elena Brasovean, Jules Felix and Marlene McKinnon sprawled out along the grass beside you. You're watching the sun go down, basking in the golden glory of the sunset, zoning out of Elena's whining.

"I don't know, he might like you back. But I suppose you're right, you'll just make it awkward." Lily can never help teasing Elena. She's too easy to piss off, and even a girl as sweet as her can't resist the temptation from time to time. Elena retaliates by swatting Lily's forearm, almost making her drop her book. "Hey!" Elena pushes herself from the grass, propping herself up by her elbows and narrowing her eyes at Alya, who's outright howling with laughter. She then diverts her attention back at the redhead Gryffindor; ignoring Alya's cries of mirth. As she's clearly about to think of a comment, you notice a looming figure in the corner of your vision.

"He's looking at you again." Alya points out, changing the topic. And it's true. Lily turns to look at the open corridors of the castle only to notice the black-haired Slytherin standing there. "He's like a lost puppy without you." Jules muses, watching the boy whip his head to the other side and continue walking— embarrassed by being caught staring.

"I'm going inside; the Gryffindor common room. Want to come?" Elena offers when she sees the slight frown that has crept on to Lily's usually cheerful face, but Lily merely shakes her head and tells you that she's going to finish the Charms homework first. You raise an eyebrow. You did Lily's Charms work for her last night. You shrug and send her a small wave as she walks away, the red-head happily returning a wave of her own.

Nobody questions you as you walk into the Gryffindor common room. You've spent a lot of time there recently, studying for NEWTS and chatting to Lily and Elena. As soon as you sit down on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, James begins bombarding me you with endless questions. On second thought, maybe you shouldn't have come.

"Has she asked about me?" Marlene rolls her eyes at him. You smirk, his behavior reminding you of a little boy who won't leave his crush alone ( probably because he has the same maturity as one— Merlin, the boy's like her fucking shadow! ) "Yes," Jules started, observing how his eyes light up and raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the eager smile urging her to continue. "I believe her exact words were, and I quote, 'what should I do for him to leave me alone?'"

A snicker escapes her lips as he lightly pushes her off the couch, sending a playful glare her way. You go to pick up Jules from the ground, but James shoots a spell at you, preventing you from helping her unless you want to be paralysed for the next week. You pout, feign offense, and crawl towards Remus, who is sitting on the floor too. And yes, you bury your head in his lap, pretending to cry. He strokes the hair away from your forehead and you sit up, settling yourself in his lap with your head resting against his chest. "Are you alright?" he asks, gentle amusement lacing his words. You look up at him with big watery eyes that make his breath hitch and you could swear that his heart stops beating for a second before picking up again and racing in his chest. You tense slightly. Maybe he cares more than you thought. Maybe... you gasp slightly as he bends down as if he was whispering something in your ear, and thrill at the soft brush of his lips against your earlobe.

"You're an idiot, Y/N L/N."

You reply in the most sarcastic voice you can muster: "I'm adrift in a sea of bitterness and endless despair. How 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧-𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜."

Sirius laughs at the scene happening in front of him watching with blatant amusement— taking another piece of candy from the bag in Peter's hands. It's as if he's in a muggle cinema watching a particularly entertaining film. "You're a bloody drama queen is what you are!" exclaims James, an exasperated sigh following soon after his words. Elena freezes, as if an epiphany has just hit her. She slams her hands into your chest and pushes you off of Remus, trying her best to keep the obvious red tint of her anger at bay. James clearly becomes perplexed at the now-quiet girl and wonders if he has gone too far— he didn't say anything wrong, did he? No, James. It's not you. But you know that secretly, you fucking wish it was.

Knowing that apologizing is better because better safe than sorry, James will of course apologise to Elena. His mother would often get upset at him and he would never really know why, so his father gave him a useful piece of advice; apologize even if you aren't really sure what you did. James had taught you that one in second year, when you had supposedly set a Hufflepuff on fire. "Uh, Elena, I'm sorry. I was only joking, y'know." Elena snaps out of whatever day dream she was having (probably dreaming of Remus, the stupid girl) and hides her dilemma with a joke. She snaps her head towards the wall, purses her lips, and acts in a rather bratty and prissy manner. Scratch that. It probably wasn't an act. "You've pushed me away one too many times, James Fleamont Potter." she says, her voice high pitched and wailing. She pushes her arms together, accenting the top half of her practically transparent lacy black and red bra, which she pulled out of the top of her skimpy red tube top a little more when she thought nobody was looking. Nobody can deny that Elena's gorgeous. At that moment, Remus turns to look at you.

You ignore the butterflies fluttering the pits of your stomach and avoid Remus' lingering look, instead ending your conversation with the Hufflepuff boys in the group and bidding them farewell— knowing that Professor Sprout wouldn't want her badgers loitering in the other side of the castle close to the curfew. You get up, making your way back towards your stupid common room with its vapid, uninteresting occupants and ugly blood purist passwords.

Okay, it's pretty obvious, isn't it? You like your best friend. You're in love with Remus Lupin.

Suddenly, you jump. A mouth tickles your ear for the second time tonight, while hands wrap around your waist. "Y/N. I hoped I'd find you here." Remus spins you around to face him, his hands lingering at your hips. And then suddenly you can't cope anymore. You try to take a step back, but he pulls you close. "Holy shit, Y/N/N (your nickname). I can't believe how beautiful you are today." You can't help but freeze. Rem hardly ever shows affection towards anyone, and this is twice in one day. Suddenly, a guy you know as the Hufflepuff keeper grabs your hand and you spin around. He's kind of cute.

"Hey, Y/N, right?? You're so hot for a curvy girl." Your face flames. EVERYONE knows you suffered with an eating disorder and this guy is a total dick for bringing it up.

Remus's eyes darken, and he walks up to the guy who insulted you.

'Stay away from my girl, or I WILL ensure nothing in your life ever goes right for you again.' The guy backs off, running up towards the castle again.

Remus turns back to you. '𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲.' Without thinking, you slam your lips onto his. Your hands move up, tangling into his hair, and he groans, grabbing your hips tightly and making you gasp. You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. Remus kisses like a drowning man; like now is his last moment on earth and this is the last thing he'll ever do. The kiss is messy, and he seems to notice this as he slows down, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let out a tiny squeak and kiss him back harder, gripping the back of his shirt.

'Fuck, Y /N. We have to stop.' You look up into his brown eyes and see fear etched into every line of his face. Instantly, you know the problem.

'Remus... I don't care if you're a werewolf. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩. If you can kiss a Slytherin, I can kiss a werewolf. Stop living like you're in a place 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You're everything to me, you dense twit.' And you grab his face, turn it back towards you, and kiss him again.

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This time the kiss is different, steamy and hot, making you feel like a toaster, all your coils heating up inside of you. Remus picks you up and carries you in his arms to the tree where you were sitting with Alya and Elena just half an hour before. You sit down under it, and then resume making out, planting little butterfly kisses along his jawline. He groans and just pulls you close to him, hugging you tight.

'I don't want to move too fast. Let's take it slow, day by day. We don't need to rush this.'

You nod, nestling your head in the crook of his neck and lying on the grass next to the lake with him, looking up at the stars. 'Can we 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?' Remus asks, nuzzling your cheek.

You turn around and kiss him. 'Of course. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬.'

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(A/N- Okay, so this was kind of more of a fluffy one-shot?? Comment to be added to my fluff taglist. Also tagging @cxlestialsea because she really wants to read this <3

also the bold italics are lyrics from the inspo song smh)

#au/ra #panic room #incorrect marauders quotes #hp #jily #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #icons #marauders era fanfiction #fluffy #seventh year #i love them

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thethoughtsfromthreeam · 4 years

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Lady of the Lake

Pairing: Ginger Ale/Elizabeth x Merlin/Hamish

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m back and this time continuing the world I started with some Ginger Ale/Merlin. This series starts a year before the modern-day events of California and will run concurrent with that timeline by Part 6. However, you can read this one just fine without having read California, although you should because apparently people around here liked it? Anyway, enjoy!

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

Tag List: @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @tarrevizslas , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito , @randomness501 , @fioccodineveautunnale [please message me to be added or subtracted if you were just here for some Jack Daniels goodness! I don’t want people being tagged in something they don’t want]

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Part 1

M'eudail

A Year Ago

Ginger Ale sat back in her chair while closing her eyes and rolling her neck, making a weak attempt to work out the kinks that were ruining her concentration. She glanced at the date on the calendar and realized it was her seventh working day in a row, and the long hours were taking their toll. For the last year, Ginger and her staff had been working to support the ever-growing caseload of the Statesman while lending their knowledge and labs to rebuild Kingsman after their destruction.

Few of the recruits coming through training wanted to work in tech, so the workload fell on her small staff and as many admins as she could beg, borrow, and steal. Sometimes Ginger found herself conscripting Shirley Temple’s small research team and sometimes even Shirley herself to help track active agents and even build or repair weapons.

Champagne agreed the load was getting to be too much, but the focus on recruitment had been new agents for Kingsman and so here she was on her seventh workday and she could feel it. Shirley keep talking about taking some time off, just the two of them. Shirley hadn’t really left HQ in the last four years, so it was a big deal for her to making some noise about going on vacation. Maybe she’s not wrong, thought Ginger.

Nothing on her plate was changing and Chai, her second-in-command, could handle the workload with no problem. And Champ would gladly let them have their time off; he claimed to never play favorites, but if you just so happened to ask him, he might just so happen to tell you that Ginger and Shirley were right up there in staff he trusted implicitly. He recruited both women and along with two agents, Whiskey and Tequila, they had made a formidable team for nearly a decade.

But, the support program with Kingsman meant they needed everyone available and until they were at a reasonable capacity, Statesman needed Ginger to stay put. It was only fair given that Merlin, her Kingsman counterpart, was working just as much as her with virtually no staff at all. No, no vacation for you, Miss Ginger, she chastised herself. She had responsibilities to Statesman and to Merlin.

As she sat there lost in thought, Shirley walked up behind her and placed her hands on Ginger’s shoulders. She could feel the stress like a rock under her fingertips and she frowned at the sensation. Her best friend was working entirely too hard. She rubbed a little, trying to make it better.

“Ging, why are you still here? You need to take some time away from this computer, your neck and shoulders feel like a solid block of concrete. Let’s do a girl’s night tonight, you need it.” Ginger tensed up again, but this time with guilt.

“That sounds amazing, Shirl. But I got to finish these blueprints and get them off to Merlin so he can build the prototype. I promised him I get them to him in the next few hours.” Shirley rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath when Ginger stopped speaking.

“Like hell you can’t.” She leaned over and punched a few buttons on the computer screen and before Ginger could react, Merlin’s face appeared in the video call. She noted he looked just as worn and tired as she felt and wondered if she looked that way to him. Without so much as a hello, Shirley started to talk.

“Merlin, will you please tell Ginger that she can have a girls’ night tonight and that the blueprints for whatever do-hickey you’re working on can wait a day or so? Besides, you look absolutely terrible and I’m going to say that you need to go home and get some sleep, too.”

“Ever the charmer, Shirley.” Merlin’s laugh was weak, and he hung his head. “You’re right, we’re pushing ourselves too hard, it’s not the end of the world anymore. We both need to relax for a night, m’eudail. Go have fun with Shirley and I’ll go home and sleep.”

Shirley and Merlin continued to chat a few more minutes, but Ginger didn’t hear anything. Instead, she blushed and lowered her eyes. M’eudail he called her, my dear. He has never called her that in front of someone before and she hoped that Shirley didn’t catch on. Not that she was embarrassed for Shirley to know about her and Merlin, but Ginger just wanted something that was hers and hers alone.

---***---

The touch of his hand on her lower back sent sparks across her skin and she drew in a small breath. She wasn’t sure why she was reacting to him this way. They were colleagues, two sides of the same coin. But his eyes were kind and he had a big heart. And then there was his smile and that brogue and . . .

“Ginger, this way.” He nodded at her, his hazel eyes sparkling at her from behind his glasses. She nodded and walked down the hallway to the door, his hand never leaving her back. And for each step that his hand remained, another spark was added until it felt like her spine was shivering. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t seem effected at all.

But exterior appearances, especially from a trained agent, are deceiving and internally Merlin was clawing at some sort of stoicism to hide the desire he had for his American counterpart. When they first chatted face to face some months ago in Louisville, he found himself staring at her mouth, wondering if it was as a soft as it looked and what it looked like when she sighed in pleasure. He forced himself to pay attention to her words, but it was hard and so was he.

And now? Here she was in his domain, walking the halls he always walked, about to sit in the chairs he sat in. How could he keep up this facade when all he wanted to do was push her against the wall they just passed and let his hands feel her skin beneath his fingertips. Hamish, you idiot, stop this thinking, he told himself.

Now if only he would listen.

---***---

Shirley ended the call with a cheery good-bye and spun Ginger around her chair. They looked at each other and Ginger realized that for once it wasn’t her giving the Stare of Care, as they called it. It was a hard look that came from a source of love. Instead, it was her friend, who loved her as a sister, throwing the Stare at her. A curt nod followed, and Shirley turned her head towards the only other specialist in the lab at the moment.

“Kefir, Ginger is leaving for the rest of the day and if she sneaks back in here, I want you to call me so I can come get her.” He smiled and nodded at the two women. “And you let Chai know when she comes on duty in an hour. This woman is gonna get some damn sleep for once.”

The latter part of her comment came out as a mutter and at that Ginger began to laugh. There was a point in time when it had been Ginger in that motherly place, working to support her friend through a tough time. I guess the tables are turned now, she thought. But she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t touched that she had people like Shirley that loved and cared for her so much.

But Shirley was right, and Ginger wasn’t going to feel guilty about relaxing a bit, even if it was only a Tuesday. Even Merlin told her to go home. She bounced up from her desk and moved to shut her station down for the night. It’ll all be here tomorrow when she came in – there isn’t an imposing deadline and Kingsman wasn’t going to be rebuilt overnight.

Shirley looped her arm through Ginger’s and they ambled down the hallway to the bank of elevators. Both women live in on-site apartments, which made the commute to work all the easier. As they entered the elevator, Shirley spoke up.

“My place?”

“Whiskey’s not home?”

“Naw, he’s out somewhere in New Mexico on an assignment with Brandy.”

“How’s that going? It’s been a while since Brandy was in the field. I’m surprised Champ sent her along on the case.”

“She needed the break, if she spent another month training the new recruits, I’m sure she would have snapped. You know she installed a punching bag in her office, right?”

“No! Is it that bad?”

“Probably not, but you know Brandy, she’s overly dramatic when she’s stressed.”

The two women continued gossiping about their co-workers and friends before the elevator dropped them off on the eighth floor. Shirley took her keys out and unlocked her apartment door, pulling Ginger in behind her, as if she didn’t trust the woman to just run back to the office. But Ginger had no plans to leave.

The homey feeling of Jack and Shirley’s apartment immediately enveloped Ginger and it seemed she dropped thirty pounds of stress just walking through the door. Shirl pushed Ginger towards the soft leather couch while she went and dug around for some drinks and food, knowing full well that Ginger probably hadn’t eaten in hours.

In no time, Shirley had whipped up a meal worthy of girl’s night while Ginger cued up their favorite films to watch. She hemmed and hawed between Practical Magic and The American President for a bit before choosing the former. She felt in this moment she needed a little magical fluff in her life and, with Merlin in her thoughts, a little magical love, too.

When Shirley came into the living room, everything was ready, and the two friends snuggled deep under the blankets and just vegged out. Through out the night, they oscillated between chatter and quiet before they both fell asleep to the sounds of Robin Tunney kicking Fairuza Balk’s ass.

In the wee hours of the morning, Jack came home and after hanging up his hat, he saw the two women lightly snoring on the couch. He smiled at the picture before walking over. He dropped a kiss on each head before heading to the bedroom to change and slip into bed himself. Just another night in the Daniels homestead.

#ginger ale #halle berry #merlin #mark strong #ginger ale x merlin #kingsman: the golden circle #fanfic

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Not Ticklish

Merlin x Reader

Words: 1,972

Warnings: Nothing much, just intense tickle fights and accidental punches!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingsman!

A/N: Hi everyone! This was based of the prompt:

“Imagine person B is incredibly ticklish and when person A goes to exploit this weakness, B accidentally punches them in the face when trying to fight A off.”

Please tell me what you think! Feedback is really appreciated, especially since I’m still learning the ropes in writing for Kingsman!

I hope you all like it, and now without further ado, enjoy! \(^u^)/

It was a no-brainer that Merlin had good reflexes.

Common sense, if one thought about it, really. Almost all Kingsmen had reflexes regular people would consider inhuman; it was only natural that the man who trained them had this in abundance as well. Add to that years of hand-to-hand combat plus the occasional field assignments, and you’d have someone who could get through a mission with nary an injury or a scratch.

Unfortunately, it appeared that despite all this, the quartermaster extraordinaire couldn’t get out of a tickle fight with his girlfriend unscathed.

In his defense, he wasn’t ready, alright? He was caught off-guard, his defenses were lowered and he hadn’t anticipated the situation to turn hostile so quickly. That was a perfectly reasonable explanation. This situation had nothing to do with the fact that it had been years since he last went out in the field and was sorely out of practice, and had everything to do with the fact that he just. Wasn’t. Prepared.

Or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself as he held a bag of frozen peas to his face - ego almost as bruised as his rapidly-blackening eye.

It was supposed to be a simple night.

As per their tradition, Merlin reached the door of his girlfriend’s house at 7pm - a bucket of KFC in one hand while rapping his knuckles on the door with the other. It only took a few seconds before it was opened to him, revealing a smiling (Name).

“Hamish!” she greeted happily as she ushered him inside. “Did you bring the food?”

Merlin chuckled, handing over the container of fried goodness to the eager agent.

“As promised.“

“Thank you!” she said, beaming up at him - and okay, he’d be lying if he said that the butterflies in his stomach didn’t just flutter at the sight. “I’ll set the table while you pick our film. Make it a good one this time. Not the one you made me watch with all the sci-fi cliches.”

With a small laugh as he shrugged off his coat, Merlin took his place upon the couch and went through the young woman’s impressive DVD collection - scanning the titles to find a suitable movie.

They had settled on their own comfortable rhythm for these nights - each having respective roles they were quite content with. (Name) would sneak in a few bites while setting the snacks, and Merlin would pick any movie of his choosing; pretending not to see his girlfriend munch on yet another “secret” handful of popcorn.

It was nice, really.

If asked, the tech wizard wouldn’t deny that this was easily his favorite time of the week. When he and the girl of his dreams could walk around the flat in their pyjamas - just being with one another as a movie played in the background. It never failed to make a warm feeling of contentment stir in the agent’s chest, leaving him with nothing but happiness.

Once the movie was set and “Star Trek” began to play, Merlin settled into his usual position and put his feet up on the couch. As if on cue, not two seconds passed before he could feel the familiar weight of his girlfriend leaning on him, as she used the Scotsman as her personal, human-sized pillow. Neither of them minded this arrangement in the least. With the taller man - who (Name) could swear was 80% legs - spread out on her sofa and leaving no space for her, her choice to use him as an oversized cushion was convenient, practical, and downright economical.

And okay, she liked to cuddle up to him, sue her. He was just as bad, anyway.

With all preparations done and the movie in full-swing, the happy couple relaxed - content to stay in each other’s embrace for the rest of the uneventful night.

Or at least that was the plan.

Unfortunately, on this night, (Name) made the fatal mistake of leaning her side on Merlin’s leg.

Halfway through the movie, the taller man could sense that his leg was growing number by the second. It wasn’t unexpected; after all, having a full-grown person leaning on you didn’t exactly do wonders for blood circulation. And so to quickly remedy the situation, he shifted the appendage the tiniest bit to shake away the creeping numbness.

To say that he was startled by what happened afterwards was an understatement.

One second he was discreetly moving his leg, the next, a high-pitched shriek escaped the girl’s lips as she flailed spasmodically like a fish out of water. Whatever remnants of domestic laziness quickly vanished as the two jolted awake, sitting up ramrod-straight on the couch. (Name)’s heartbeat thudded in her ears as she realized the enormity of what she had just done: she had shown her weakness.

‘Oh god. He’s going to find out. I’ll never hear the end of it,’ she panicked, beginning to pray to whatever powers that be to get her out of her predicament. “Please don’t let him find out. Please don’t let him find out.’

But Merlin wasn’t a Kingsman for nothing, and he was quick to put two and two together. When he did, his eyes twinkled with nothing short of amusement.

“Y’ ticklish, love?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“N-no,” (Name) replied, laughing nervously as she stood from the couch - backing away from the Scotsman. “That was, uh, I thought there was a bug.”

Contrary to her words however, the ever-growing gap between them was confirmation enough for the older agent. The glint in his eye turned from one of amusement to mischief, and the young woman audibly gulped.

“Are y’ sure, love?” Merlin began as he stood and inched his way towards his girlfriend - the laughter coloring his brogue. “‘Cause it seems t’ me y’ are.”

“No. No, Hamish. I’m not ticklish. Not one bit.”

Her voice would have been a lot more convincing if it didn’t tremble so much.

“Really?” the Scot continued, undeterred. “Then y’ won’t mind-”

“Hamish don’t-!”

“-if I do this!”

In a flash he was on her - fingers tickling her sides as the younger agent shrieked with laughter. She tried in vain to get away, but the larger man simply locked her in his embrace - hugging her to his chest as his hands continued their merciless onslaught.

“AHAHAHAHA HAMISH ST-!”, she began, but a fresh peal of laughter quickly interrupted her words.

Merlin himself couldn’t help but chuckle, enjoying the activity immensely.

“Sorry, love, I dinnae quite catch tha’,” he laughed, smiling far more than he had in a while as he intensified his tickling.

“I said sto-HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“See now, if y’ told me properly to stop, I would. But seein’ as ye’re not…”

And thus, the tickling continued - both participants filling the house with their laughter as they grew redder in the face with every moment.

(Name) knew she had to act fast if she wanted to survive. Her training began to kick in as she quickly assessed the situation; analyzing for potential weaknesses and opportunities. Her sides were beginning to hurt from laughing too much, and her motor control was diminishing by the second.

Plan A, then: launch a counter-attack.

With the agility and coordination of a well-seasoned super spy, (Name) took advantage of a window between barrages and began to tickle Merlin’s sides. She thought she was doing a good job of it when the taller man began to laugh and pause in his attack, but it took her a few seconds to realize that he was laughing, not from her retaliation, but out of amusement.

No.

Surely the universe wouldn’t be that unjust-

“Try all y’ want, love,” he chuckled with a smug smile. “Never really been ticklish, to be honest.”

And as (Name) gaped because seriously what deity did she piss off to make the world hate her so much?! - Merlin began the tickle fight anew before she could get a word in edgewise.

Or tickle attack was more like it. It didn’t count as a fight if it was one-sided, now, did it?

Off to Plan B: negotiate.

Unfortunately, with her voice being a bit pre-occupied with producing nothing but loud shrieks of laughter, that option was quickly thrown out the window.

That only left Plan C: just do anything to stop the freaking tickling.

(Name) could feel her losing most control of her appendages - all of them seemingly content to just flail about in random directions - but she was a Kingsman dammit, and she’d fight tooth and nail before surrendering.

So with what strength she had left, she began to focus on disarming the hostile’s (in this case, her boyfriend’s) main weapons: his arms. She began to swat at his biceps and forearms, but alas, it was futile. Her body was acting of its own accord now - a leg kicking from nowhere or an arm lashing out - all of which Merlin deftly avoided.

That is, until, he failed to dodge one.

And as a flailing fist made solid contact with his eye, he made a mental note to remember that (Name) indeed had a mean right hook.

“Owowowowowww-“ the quartermaster keened, holding a hand up to his swelling eye and releasing his captive.

The young woman, on the other hand, was catching her breath and wiping the tears from her eyes as she processed the sudden turn of events. When she finally realized what had transpired, she was both horrified and amused.

“Oh my god, Hamish, I’m so sorry,” she said - moving his hand away from his face to assess the damage.

Well, it didn’t look that bad. She could certainly do worse. Still, it needed ice and fast.

“I’m gonna get you something cold, stay right there.”

She hurried to the kitchen and rummaged through her freezer, quickly returning with a bag of peas which the Scotsman took gratefully. He pressed the frozen pack to his eye - hissing at the contact - and (Name) couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I really am sorry, Hamish,” she began - eying him sheepishly. “Well I mean I did tell you to stop because I knew I had a tendency to-“

“ ’S alrigh’, love,” he interrupted with a small laugh and a wave of his hand. “ ’S my fault too. ’M sorry”

Still a bit guilty for punching the man she loved in the face - however accidental - (Name) made her way towards him and wrapped him in her arms.

“Should’a known better, really,” Merlin continued, smiling at the gesture as he returned the embrace. “Just thankful I’d taken off my glasses. Would’a cracked ‘em broken with that punch o’ yers.”

“I was trained well,” she replied, smiling up at him. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before replying with a grumbled, “Damn right y’ were.”

And even though his eye began to throb and sting; not to mention his pride had taken a hit at his inability to dodge a punch - the older agent was quite certain he would have it no other way. He figured a few injuries was worth having this moment to just hold his better half in his arms - the memory of their happiness still clear in his mind.

After all, what was a black eye when he had the most amazing woman in the universe to call his own?

It was a small price to pay.

As the echoes of their laughter rang in his ears, warmth filling his heart, Merlin could say that for the first time in a long time, he was well and truly content.

…But still.

Maybe demolishing the greenhorn recruits at hand-to-hand combat training tomorrow would help too.

#kingsman #merlin x reader #kingsman imagine #merlin kingsman #kingsman the golden circle #this was super fun to write !

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A Different Background-Eggsy Unwin x Reader

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Masterlist

Summary: Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! I really like your writing it’s incredible ❤❤ can you please write an Eggsy x reader where the reader is a very serious agent and she’s been part of the kingsman before Eggsy and he really likes her and try to grab her attention in many ways and most of them fail leaving him embarrassed while Charlie and the others make fun of him but when he refuses to shoot JB that’s when he caught her attention (it takes place during the first film)? I’ll love you forever if you did it! ❤❤’

Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Meanings: (Y/H/L)= Your hair length (Y/H/C)= Your hair colour

Warnings: Bit of swearing

(A/N: Gonna do third person again. Also may have changed it slightly.)

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Merlin stood with his clipboard, his back straight as he eyed down the new recruits. They too were stood in two lines in front of him, hands behind their backs, awaiting their orders. Most of them looked like the usual material; posh, a wealthy background, maybe a little snobby. All except one. Perhaps thing would be a little different during this recruitment. Merlin started by introducing himself, explaining how the how this job interview would play out. He loved to see the petrified faces as he mentioned the body bags.

Eggsy Unwin was a little disturbed by it all. These people weren’t fucking around. He tried to maintain a stern face, recalling his training in the marines. No way were these people going to care him off on the first day.

“Alright, now that we’ve gone that settled,” Merlin’s posture became a little relaxed,“I will not be alone on this. I have one of our finest members joining me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Agent Guinevere.” Eggsy was suddenly paying more attention. The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen walked in, her steps silent as if she were on clouds. Her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) framed her face which held a plain expression, though that didn’t make her any less beautiful. She held such a confidence stance, she knew she was good but not in an obnoxious way. Eggsy found himself standing a little taller, chest popping out and head held high.

“I have never seen a better agent than her. Don’t let her intimidate you though, she’s really a sweetheart.” Merlin reassured them.

She smirked slightly, scaring some of the recruitments. They knew what they were getting themselves into, but that didn’t mean they were any less afraid. Merlin continued to brief them, giving her time to assess them. They were only but a year or so younger than her, she was one of the youngest agents. None of them stood out to her, except one man. He wasn’t dressed like the rest, sweatpants, bomber jacket and a snapback hat. Whoever picked him saw something, what is was she didn’t know yet. Perhaps this recruitment would be interesting.

It was their first night at Kingsman, but little did they know that it was also their first test. Merlin and Guinevere stood at the two way mirror, watching as they settled down for the night.

“That Eggsy, he’s different from the others.” she spoke up.

“Yes, very good skills though. Great in gymnastics, coach said he could go to the olympics, did very well in the marines until he quit. Has family problems.” Merlin informed her.

“They’re a good bunch. Let’s hope they do well.” Their attention went back to the mirror.

“Eggy, saw you checking out the agent.” Charlie teased arrogantly. They had some sort of beef between them.

Eggsy ingnored him whilst Guinevere blushed slightly.

“As if you would ever be with someone like that. She hardly spared a glance at you. It’s not like you’re going to pass these tests anyway.”

Eggsy spun around, ready to punch him before another recruitment, Roxy, stopped him. Charlie and his followers laughed, enjoying this. He was a stuck up brat, he had probably always got his way. Guinevere hated people like that.

They were all finally asleep, unaware of what was to come. Silently, water began to fill the room, waking them up as it reached their beds. Panicked, they all started to shout over on another until someone had the idea of using the showers as air tubes. Heading straight towards them, they bent them round the U-bend of the toilet, breathing through them. Eggsy had swam to the door, using all his strength to get it open. Guinevere bit her lip, anxious for all of them. But when Eggsy approached the window, she knew that it had clicked in his mind what I do. Her and Merlin simply stood to the side as the glass broke, the recruitments all falling out with the water. He had done it, he figured it out.

Merlin congratulated Eggsy and the others who figured out the U-bend trick.

“That’s cause he’s seen a lot of them.” Charlie smirked, referring to the two way mirror.

“I didn’t see you breaking the glass.” Guinevere snapped.“What were you planning to do? Stay next to the toilet for the rest of your life?”

Some of them snickered, especially Eggsy. Listening to the others accents made him cringe at how posh they were, but when he heard her speaking, he somehow fell in love with it.

The tasks continued, more trainees were eliminated. Guinevere knew who would be in the finals, something inside her made her happy that Eggsy was there. Perhaps it was because he had proved himself in front of the others, perhaps it was because he had been constantly flirting with her. She quite enoyed it but wouldn’t let it show.

There was the time where they had to do their paper test. Those who remained sat at desks like school children, whilst Guinevere sat at a desk like a teacher. When they were finished, they would hand them in to the agent. As she sat there with a book to keep her occupied, she didn’t really pay attention when they brought up their papers. Eggsy saw his opportunity, swiping up his papers with a flourish, he swaggered his way towards the desk, sliding the paper towards her. He willed for her to put the book down, just to look at him once. Her eyes lifted from the book for a second, just to catch him tripping over his own feet. Stumbling towards the door, he regained his posture, clearing his throat before walking out. As usual, Charlie was snickering, immediately shutting up when he fell upon Guinevere’s stare.

Then there was the parachute task. This decided the final three. As they plummeted thousands of feet towards the ground, Eggsy had to hold onto Roxy, thinking that he was without a parachute. They were lucky not to be detected in the radars and land in the 'K’. Merlin complimented him on his quick thinking, only to be snapped at. Eggsy felt targeted, embarrassed and frustrated that he was picked out, just because he was different. For a moment he didn’t care that Guinevere was seeing him like this; he was sick of her turning her nose up at him too. What was the point anymore? Merlin obviously took none of it, pulling in a string on Eggsy’s suit, deploying a parachute that had been there all along. For the second time he fell in front of his new crush, unable to get back up. Though he was happy to have got through, his heart saddened when He saw her walk away from him again, no second glance spared.

Guinevere was sat in a hallway, awaiting whoever would be the new Galahad. It was down to the worst test, the shooting of the dogs. Crossing her legs, she took in the peace, knowing some sort of shot storm would come along at one point. The doors to Arthur’s office slammed open then quickly shut as Eggsy stormed out. Yet again he was angry, fuming that someone could belittle him like that. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the young woman sat down.

Just as he was about to storm away again, she called out to him.“Eggsy, stop where you are.”

For some reason he listened.“What? You want to kick me while I’m down too? Go on then, you posh totties get off on it, dont ya’?”

She widened her eyes, sarcasm rolling off her tongue.“Wow, haven’t heard that one before.” her eyes softened, smiling slightly.“Why didn’t you just do it Eggsy? Why throw it all away now?”

“I just couldn’t. JB was my only other friend besides Roxy.”

“Jason Bourne?”

He smiled.“Yeah.”

“Good, for a moment I thought you named him after James Bond or something; that would be too cliche.”

Eggsy couldn’t believe she was talking to him.“Why are you talkin’ to me now? All this time you ignored me.”

Guinevere laughed.“I have to ignore everyone, I cant get attached to anyone, not that I would anyway.”

He felt slightly embarrassed.“O-oh, course, why would you…”

“Looking back on it, I’ve got to say, I’m very impressed, especially not shooting your dog in front of the big boss man.”

“Well, thanks.”

A gunshot rang out, startling Eggsy. Guinevere didn’t even blink, the sound being white noise to her.

“Looks like Roxy got the job.” Guinevere said.

“She deserves it.” Eggsy nodded to himself, slumping down the corridor.

“Eggsy,” Guinevere called his name again. He looked over his shoulder,“this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling. I’m looking forward to it though.”

#kingsman #kingsman imagine #kingsman one shot #kingsman x reader #kingsman imagines #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin imagine #eggsy unwin imagines #eggsy unwin one shot #eggsy unwin x reader

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arrow-guy · 7 years

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All Was Well (6/??)

Summary: Harry and Draco struggle with life after the war. Together, things my not be easier, but they sure are more interesting.

A/N: Alrighty, sorry for the pause, but I gave you warning. I think I’m going to try and update this regularly again, but I can’t make any concrete promises. Regardless, this part picks up immediately where the last part left off. I hope you like it!!

Pairing: Drarry

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None

Part 5

They appear about a block away from the theater by a supermarket. Harry takes Draco’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads the way to the cinema. Draco walks beside him, a spring in his step that hasn’t been there for years.

“Do you know which films are playing?” Draco asks.

“I don’t.” Harry squeezes Draco’s hand. “It’ll be a surprise for both of us.”

They come to a stop outside of the theater, directing their gazes to the marquee above the doors, naming the films that the theater was showing.

“How are we supposed to choose?” Draco asks, shaking his head. “There are more than a dozen films. What in Merlin’s name is a Zorro anyway?”

“You want to find out?” Harry asks, bumping his shoulder against Draco’s.

Draco looks over at Harry. “I… why not.”

Harry laughs quietly. “Alright.” He tugs Draco into the building.

As soon as they walk through the doors they’re hit with a wave of fake butter and popcorn smells. Draco wrinkles his nose.

“What is that?” He asks, look of disgust firmly in place.

Harry laughs. “That’s popcorn, Dray.”

“The smell is absolutely repulsive.”

“I promise it tastes better than it smells.” He stops at the counter. The attendant doesn’t greet him and, instead, just stares at the pair of them until Harry disentangles his hand from Draco’s. “Could I get two for the 3:30 showing of The Mask of Zorro?”

“Sure thing.” The young man says, eyeing Draco and Harry before punching in the necessary information into the computer “Will you be paying with cash or credit?”

“I didn’t bring any muggle money with me, Harry.” Draco whispers in Harry’s ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” Harry chuckles and retrieves his wallet from his back pocket. He pulls out a few bills and hands them to the man at the register. After the kid hands him his change and the tickets, he pockets the change, takes Draco’s hand and walks away.

“I’m paying next time.” Draco declares.

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” Harry squeezes his hand. “I’m independently wealthy, love. One date to the cinema isn’t going to make me go broke.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay for everything.”

“Do you understand muggle money, Draco?” Harry asks.

“Well, no, not really. Father always had someone else purchase tickets whenever we went to the theater or the opera. Thought it beneath him to know such things.” He scowls at nothing. “But I do want to learn!”

“Okay,” Harry smiles softly at the man beside him. “We’ll work on that. For now, I’ll cover you.”

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow, then.”

“If you do that, I will spend that money on you all over again, I’m warning you.”

Draco gasps and presses his free hand to his chest, feigning offence. “How dare you!”

“I’ll do it, Draco Malfoy.” Harry warns, grin firmly set in place.

“Fine.” Draco huffs.

They stop at the refreshments counter and Harry orders a medium popcorn, a medium soda and a bottle of water. He pays and hands the bottle of water and the soda to Draco so he can hand the tickets to the kid at the podium.

“You’re gonna be in theater 13, down that hall and to the left.” The boy says, his voice drowsy. He rips the tickets down the middle and hands the stubs to back to Harry.

“Thanks.” Harry nods to the young man.

“No problem. Enjoy your movie.”

Harry and Draco walk down the hall to the theater and Harry holds the door open for Draco when they reach it. Draco is thankful that the theatre is dark, because he’s certain that he’s blushed far too much for the day, and if Harry were to see him blush again, he’d tease Draco mercilessly.

Harry leads Draco up the stairs all the way to the back of the theater and to the very middle of the farthest row. They plop down in the fold down seats and settle in. Harry takes the soda from Draco and places it in the cupholder in the armrest to his left before flipping the armrest between the two of them up and taking Draco’s hand in his.

“I don’t like the way that young man at the ticket counter was looking at us.” Draco says quietly.

“Oh? I’m so used to getting strange looks I guess I didn’t notice.” He rubs the back of Draco’s hand with his thumb. “Even so, I wouldn’t have expected it to affect you like this.”

Draco huffs out a laugh. “I’m more sensitive than my icy facade would have you believe, Potter.” He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, thinking over the interaction. “It’s just the way he looked at the two of us together, like he didn’t approve or something. It’s rather unsettling.”

“Muggles aren’t entirely accepting of gay couples, Dray. It’s nothing you did. It’s all on them.”

“I understand that, it’s just that I can’t help but wonder if that’s how my parents will react when I tell them.” He squeezes Harry’s hand tightly. “They’re so stuck in their traditional pureblood mentalities that I’m afraid they’ll turn their backs on me.”

Harry sighs softly. “Do you know why muggles like the cinema?” Draco shakes his head. “Because it’s an escape from reality and the outside world. If there’s one thing we need right now, it’s to escape from the outside world.” Draco laughs and presses his forehead to Harry’s shoulder. Harry presses a soft kiss to the top of Draco’s head. “We can escape for now and worry about your parent’s in a couple of hours, alright?”

“Yeah, okay.” Draco smiles faintly at Harry and turns his head so that he can see the screen, refusing to move his head from Harry’s shoulder.

They sit together in comfortable silence, Harry rubbing small circles on the back of Draco’s hand. It takes a while, but the tension finally begins to leave Draco’s body, allowing him to relax against Harry.

As the lights dim, Draco feels something press against his lips and he pulls back from it out of instinct. A quiet chuckle sounds from Harry and Draco looks at him in confusion before looking down at what was pressed to his ips. A single piece of popcorn is pinched between Harry’s fingers.

“Try it.” Harry urges, offering the popcorn a second time.

Draco purses his lips, looking at the popcorn skeptically. After a moment of thought, he opens his mouth and Harry pops the kernel into his waiting mouth. Draco chews at the popcorn, his eyes widening.

“You were right.” Draco says quietly. “It does taste better than it smells.”

“I’m smarter than you give me credit for, love.” He offers the bag to Draco. “Do you want more?”

Draco smiles shyly and nods, taking a few pieces in his hand and placing one in his mouth at a time. He rests his cheek on Harry’s shoulder again, taking small handfuls of popcorn as he runs out.

He jumps slightly as the movie begins, not expecting the sound to be so loud to start. As the opening credits play out, he presses himself closer to Harry, quickly becoming engrossed in the film.

–

Harry could care less about what’s happening in the film. Watching Draco watch the movie is infinitely more interesting and entertaining than whatever is happening on the screen.

The popcorn is long gone, as Draco found that he liked it much better than he thought he would and ended up eating the majority of it. When Harry offered a sip of his soda, Draco nearly spat it out and all but declared that he hated the stuff. He did, however, drink the bottle of water.

“I had no idea muggles were this clever.” Draco whispers, leaning more heavily on Harry’s shoulder. Harry smiles and squeezes Draco’s hand. “Though I must admit, there seem to be several unnecessary lulls in the storyline.”

Harry shoots Draco a coy smile. “That just means there’s more time for the best part of going on dates to the cinema.”

“Oh?” Draco looks up through his lashes, a small, sly smile fixed on his face. “What might that be?”

Harry snorts quietly in amusement before reaching out with his free hand to cup Draco’s cheek. He flicks his eyes down to Draco’s lips momentarily before dragging his gaze back up to his slate gray eyes. He slowly moves his face closer to Draco’s before capturing the blond’s lip with his own and closing his eyes. Draco’s eyes flutter closed and he immediately kisses back, quickly caught up in the moment. Their lips slide easily against each other and the two quickly get lost in their stolen moment.

Draco breaks away, panting quietly. “What if someone sees?”

Harry grins and shakes his head. “We’re in the back row and there are, at most, ten other people in the theater aside from us. No one will see and, even if anyone does see, they won’t care, I can promise you that much.”

Draco lifts an eyebrow to him questioningly and Harry just smirks at him before kissing him soundly and sitting back in his seat. Draco sits there, staring at Harry dumbfoundedly, surprised by Harry’s boldness. He had always known that Harry wasn’t afraid of what anyone thought of him, but he wasn’t prepared for the raven haired boy to snog him so soundly in public. He smiles at the smirking young man beside him before shaking his head and turning back to the screen to enjoy the rest of the film.

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Tagged Muse Q&A

Pick one of your muses. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your muses in a new post. Tag five people to do this meme.

Tagged by @skipper-self-shipper

I already did one for Issa, now I’m having my big brother Harry on the spotlight, even if he ain’t comfortable with it, hehehe!

1. What is your name?

Harry

2. What is your real name?

Harry James Potter

3. Do you know why you’re called that?

My birth dad must’ve taken my birth Gramps’ naming advice when I was born: don’t name your kid after your mother’s maiden name! Also, they named me after my great-gramps and my birth Dad threw in his first name for fun.

4. Are you single or taken?

Taken, dating Isabelle Miravelez who’s also my little sister Mari’s friend.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

I’m a half-blood wizard, so I have quite a wide range of magical abilities on hand, such as wand magic, non-verbal magic, apparation, wand duelling, broom flying, potions (only improved under Horace Slughorn, my birth mum’s old professor), transfiguration, charms, magical creature tamer skills, and, weirdly enough, being the Master of Death. I used to speak Parseltongue as a former Horocrux, but not anymore.

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?! (pulls out his wand out of anger at the interviewer)

7. What’s your eye color?

It’s blue, I swear! (Remember this Harry’s appearance is based on the film version, not the book appearance. - Mari)

8. How about your hair color?

Dark brown that some might mistaken it for black. (Again, his looks is based on the films. - Mari)

9. Have you got any family members?

Not counting dead ones and my birth aunt’s family? I got my adopted folks, a Time Lord grandfather figure, a supervillain uncle, an agent aunt, 3 girl cousins, and, of course, my 2 adopted sisters!

10. Oh? What about pets?

They’re actually Mari’s pets, but Torchic, Piplup, Rowlet, Marie, and Scooby-Doo are also my pets by default as well. I used to have a barn owl named Hedwig, but she died during the fight over Little Whinging. It’s quite painful for me to talk about...

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like?

Being too famous for my own good, Voldemort, my hot-headedness, that one fight with Ron during the Horocrux Hunt, being Issa’s accidental magic lessons punching bag. Not that great.

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

I like to play Quidditch back in Hogwarts (but never had time to do it in Daly City though), but I also enjoy flying on my broomstick, learning magic, listening to music, cooking (starting when I returned to the States), and teaching magic to Mari (she did got a wand I gave her for Christmas a few year back). I have since started swimming before I started college, and I work as a journalist these days, so that’s a thing.

Also, I love hanging out with my sisters and our friends, watching shows and films (but not the ones with me in them though), playing video games with the family and friends, and being with Issa.

13. Ever hurt anybody before?

Yeah, I actually did that to some people and creatures, during my Hogwarts years. Not pretty.

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

Killed a former DADA professor by accident through my birth mum’s Sacrificial Protection in my first year, a Basilik in my second year, then several Death Eaters during the Battle of Hogwarts, and finishing off Voldemort at the end. Ouch!

15. What kind of animal are you?

My Patronus is a stag and my birth parents had deers for Patronuses as well, so maybe a deer? If not, perhaps an owl like Rowlet and Hedwig.

16. Name your worst habits.

Hard-headed, sometimes being unable to control my temper, nosy as hell, being rude at times, can be obsessive over stupid things at times, and getting accused for being an arrogant c*nt. Also, having the martyr behaviour of putting others first before me, but I’m just that over-protective, okay?

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

I kinda did with Dumbledore, even after discovering some unsavory things about him (like his friendship with Grindelwald and possibly murdering his own sister), but nowadays, I look up to the Doctor and my adopted parents moreso than him these days.

18. Gay, straight or bisexual?

Straight

19. Do you go to school?

I went to a normal school for elementary (and it sucked with Dudley’s bullying), went to Hogwarts for 6 years, then I had to take one year of normal high school, before going to college at the same uni as my sisters. Go USC Trojans!

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Yeah, I would and so does Issa, but we are not at the right time as of the moment.

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

Agh, one too many! It’s that embarrassing especially when you’re also the main character of the franchise bearing your name on it, so it was a change in pace that my neighbours didn’t went overboard when I moved to Daly City after the adoption and later after the Battle of Hogwarts.

22. What are you most afraid of?

Losing the people I love the most, bloody Dementors, being in the dark (of the metaphorical kind), and those bloody stupid PIGEONS!!!

23. What do you usually wear?

I’m more of the casual t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers guy, although I have since upgraded my wardrobe for my journalism work in recent years.

24. Do you love someone?

I used to date 2 girls but they ended in disaster. Of course, my family, friends, and Issa especially take a big part in my heart!

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

Honestly, I don’t recall that much as a baby....

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

Alrighty then...

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

Upper middle class, although my birth family was quite wealthy before I was born.

28. How many friends do you have?

Plenty these days, I still have my Hogwarts pals (Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and just recently, Cho Chang with the whole email & FB communications), most of the Weasleys (minus my ex who is also Ron’s sister), Tonks, Remus, my godfather Sirius, and Hagrid, but I also got my sisters, my girl Issa, Kirby, and Vinny. I’m sure I’ll gain more friends over at Daly City and the rest of the world with time.

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

Nah, I like dessert croissants, ice cream, and S’mores better.

30. Favorite drink?

Hot chocolate. You probably think that I’m British therefore I’m drinking tea all the day? Sorry if I broke that stereotype for you. (This is based on a Tumblr ask Daniel Radcliffe answered to on drinks for the promotion of the indie rom-com film What If / The F Word in 2014. - Mari)

31. What’s your favorite place?

I’m gonna say Scotland, since that’s where I used to go to Hogwarts, and San Diego as it’s a lot different in vibrancy compared to Daly City.

32. Are you interested in someone?

I’m dating Issa for 9 years, are you not getting the memo!?!

33. What’s your cup size and/or how big is your willy?

Eww, you’re making me grossed out with that question!

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or ocean?

Ocean. I had swam in a lake once for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament and it was filled with human-eating merpeople! It was horrible, but I was able to my friend and his sister-in-law’s little sister though!

35. What’s your type?

It changed over time from feisty passionate girls (aka my ex Ginny) to strong sensitive women who aren’t afraid to speak their mind out without losing some form of femininity, aka Issa in a nutshell.

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

Nope, not gonna answer it!

38. Camping or indoors?

I’m actually partial to both, but I’m more of Team Stay at Home nowadays.

39. Are you wanting the quiz to end?

Thank Merlin, it’s all over!

40. Now it’s over! Tag five people:

Hey, self-shippers! You can answer this at your own leisure.

#q&a #q and a #character q and a #f/o q and a #Harry Potter #Harry Potter series #Phoenix Wiz #familial f/os #my brother the chosen one #self insert #self ship #self shipping #reblog #reblog game #wow mari’s not mentioned a lot here...#ask meme #f/o headcanons #Warner Bros.#heyman films

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