and the first thing arthur asks him is 'where have you been'

the-queen-sees-all  asked:

I was wondering, what if Harry and Hermione had met before Hogwarts?

The first time Harry Potter met Hermione Granger, she was standing with her chin up and her hands on her hips a few paces from the old olive tree in the schoolyard, glaring into the far distance. The wind was trying to twist and buffet her hair into her face, but mostly it was just tangling cheerfully with itself.

Dudley and Piers were busy kicking all the other kids off the play structure, so Harry had retreated out into the grass. He stood a safe distance from the weird girl who was pretending to be a statue and thought wistfully of lunch.

“There’s a fallen bird’s nest,” the girl said in a rapid and certain tumble of syllables. “The boys knocked it out of the tree, but I chased them off and I’m hoping the mama bird comes back. I’m Hermione Granger. We just moved here.”

“Harry,” he said.

“How’d you get that scar?” she said.

“Car accident.”

“That’s a weird scar for a car accident.”

Harry shrugged. “It killed my parents.”

She blinked quickly at him and even at that distance he wished vaguely that she wore glasses, too, because her gaze was something that really felt like it should have some built-in bluntedness. “Mine are dentists. Mum’s taking me to the library after school, want to come?”

-

Before they went into Diagon Alley, Harry asked Hagrid if they could find a payphone. Hermione picked up on the first ring.

“Harry! Where have you been? I’ve been trying and trying to call–”

“Sorry, yeah. Um, so, I’m not coming back to school next year, I…” Harry drifted off, staring at Hagrid’s massive moleskin shoulders. The giant man saw him looking and gave him a tentatively cheerful little wave. “It’s been weird, Herm.” He pressed his forehead into the phone stand, but not too hard. “I think you’re the only thing I’m really going to miss.”

“Harry,” Hermione said and Harry started to frown, because that wasn’t her stern and startled voice. That was the voice that meant she was off down a charging war path of other thought and might not have heard him at all. “I’ve been reading.”

“Of course you’ve been reading,” he said. “I’ve been being forcibly hidden from a swarm of post office owls–”

“You’re in books,” she said in breathless delight, squeaking over the telephone line. “First thing we did, of course, after the professor explained, was get her to escort us to a bookstore– a whole bibliography, Harry, a whole world’s bibliography I haven’t even touched– how am I ever going to–” She took in a little calming breath, and murmured, “Different infinities, it’s okay, Hermione, okay.” A sharp exhale and then she tumbled right back into her rushing rivelet of a sentence. “And I picked up a good dozen, besides the school books, of course, and Harry, you’re in books, in Dark Wizardwork of This Century and A Modern Wizards’ History and October’s End: A Biography–”

“Hermione,” said Harry with slow enunciation. “Are you a wizard, too?”

“A witch, I think,” she said. “But I’m still reading up on the sociology of it all.”

-

Hagrid wouldn’t say Voldemort’s name, but Hermione would. She came over with a stack of books up to her chin, gave the Dursleys her normal pointed little stare that said she’d like to set them a little on fire, and curled up in his cupboard with him.

He supposed she probably could learn how to set them on fire, now, if she really wanted to.

She gave him passages and excerpts with his name in them, with his parents’ names, a home he hadn’t known. There were pictures of a ruined house with the smoke drifting in little curls of ink. There was his mother, smiling and waving in black and white. There was his mother, laid out on the floor, with a sober little caption below it. That picture was still, except for curtains fluttering in the window.

Hermione finally dragged her face far enough up from the pages to see Harry holding his own hand very tightly, and then she closed the book and reached for one about which magical creatures you should pet and which you shouldn’t.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I wanted to know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

-

The Grangers drove Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, and their trunks to King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Granger kissed the top of Hermione’s head while Mr. Granger mussed Harry’s mop of dark hair affectionately, and then they swapped children and repeated the treatment. Hermione pushed her hair back out of her face and marched them all to Platform 9 ¾, the entrance mechanism of which she had read all about.

“Before you go,” Mrs. Granger said, “let’s buy you some sandwiches? I don’t know what sort of food they’ll have past that–”

“There’s a trolley,” Hermione said, but her parents dragged them off to a snack kiosk anyway, Harry happily in tow.

As they were on Hermione’s tight schedule, there were plenty of compartments open, and they took one all to themselves– well, to themselves, Hedwig, and Hermione’s books, which took up two seats. (Harry would wheedle Hagrid into taking him to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping that year, where he would get Hermione a carry-all bag for her small personal library.)

Hermione took a long preparatory breath while Harry unwrapped his sandwich. “Harry? What if I go and sit down under the Hat and I just sit and sit there, and then it says I’m not a witch at all?” Hermione said, the words getting more squashed together and higher-pitched as she went. “I’m not magic, it just got confused, and they send me home? Harry, I don’t want to be a dentist. Other people’s mouths are disgusting–”

“You’re not going to get kicked out,” Harry said, chewing amiably on his sandwich. It was not good, but the Dursleys hadn’t bothered with any breakfast for him and he hadn’t wanted to bother the Grangers about it either. It was a bit dry on the way down, but it settled warmly in his belly.

“But what if I do?”

“I’ll stage a protest,” said Harry. “Refuse to do my homework til they reinstate you.”

“You’re not going to do your homework anyway.”

“See how dedicated I am to you.”

She made a dismissive little noise at him, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Hermione,” he said, and she lifted her bush of hair to look at him. “You’re the most magical person I know. It’s gonna be alright.”

She gave a long slow blink but whatever she might have said was interrupted by an uneven knock at the door. “Um,” said the pudgy boy standing there. “I’ve lost my toad.”

Hermione leapt to her feet. “Where did you see him last?”

Harry followed in the wake of her forward charge, but he brought the rest of his sandwich with him.

-

(Harry did not know this and would not know this until Mrs. Granger mentioned it casually over a Christmas dinner years and years later– but she and Mr. Granger reported the Dursleys for child abuse and neglect, over and over.

The reports got lost– minds scrubbed down, papers vanished– but they kept calling in reports. They considered kidnapping. They couldn’t imagine why the wizarding world might want to keep their chosen one somewhere so toxic, why they might want to keep this underfed child and his messy hair with those people.

“My mother left me a blood protection spell,” said Harry, whose scar had not ached in years. He poked at his mashed potatoes under the focused attention of Mrs. Granger’s stern little forehead wrinkle. “I had to live with family, blood family.”

“Then they should have made them treat you right,” Mrs. Granger said, as though it was that simple.

Mr. Granger gave Harry another helping of peas.)

-

On the steps of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy thrust out his hand to the Boy Who Lived, who surveyed the open palm with amusement. “Thanks,” said Harry. “But I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself.”

The redheaded, freckly, hand-me-down clothes boy Malfoy had been bothering snorted. Harry slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You’re the kid with the rat from the train,” Hermione said. “And the spell that didn’t work.”

“It was a cool rhyme anyway, though,” Harry said. “Hi, I’m Harry, this is Hermione.”

“Yeah, she said, then. I’m Ron– uh, Ron Weasley.”

“Yeah, he said,” Harry said, rolling his eyes Malfoy’s direction. “Come on, you wanna stand with us? Hermione will tell you about the ceiling.”

“It’s enchanted!” said Hermione.

-

When Hermione founded SPHEW, Harry was not surprised. He had spent too many schoolyard days escorting spiders to safe spaces, keeping vigil over fallen bird’s nests, and watching Hermione stand up on her desk chair in heated pitched verbal battles with teachers. She’d driven at least two teachers to tears and taught most of them at least a few new vocabulary words.

-

Over summers and holidays, Harry and Hermione took Ron to the movies, to the seashore, to Hermione’s top three favorite libraries. Hermione’s Aunt Meg taught them how to whittle under a cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to Harry’s hair until he washed it out.

In this life, there were things in the Muggle world that Harry missed, that he wanted to see again. He loved Hogwarts, and he nominally went home to the Dursleys each summer, but he knew he always had a bed at the Grangers’. He knew the weird system they used to organize the books on their shelves. He’d pass Mrs. Granger the marmalade in mornings before she had to ask. He got free dental check-ups all his life, which was good because the Dursleys rarely bothered taking him into the dentist.

The whole Granger family tore apart newspapers every morning, calling article excerpts across the table and pointing each other to their favorite journalists. Before Hermione even first stepped onto Hogwarts grounds she got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. During Harry’s fourth year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger got Arthur Weasley to buy them an owl and then began an unending campaign of furious letters to the editor that never got published.

-

In a crumbling boat shed, Severus Snape died, but first he pressed a shining bundle of memory into Harry’s hands.

The fight was still going– Neville newly broad and certain; Luna whipping out quiet, barbed little curses; Ginny charging like an army in and of herself. Hermione had her arms full of basilisk fangs. Ron was moving people like bishops and knights. But Harry had a long damp walk before him, so he had time to wade through that life not his own.

Severus had been a lot of things– one of them was in love. Harry dragged his feet through forest mulch, seeing a little redheaded girl in sunlight, hands not his own offering her transformed flowers. It had been just them for so long. For Severus, for so long, there had been no one but him and Lily.

Even in Hogwarts, Severus had drifted through the classrooms and common room and library. He had believed in magic, in the cool slide of good knives through dried roots, and in Lily– always, always in Lily– Lily in sunlight, Lily chewing on her thumbnail over Transfiguration homework, Lily flicking soapsuds at him in her kitchen at home over summer, Lily pig-tailed and seven, wide-eyed as he showed her the first magic she’d ever seen, a leaf to a flower, a bit of sunlight to a bit of fire.

He had loved, and it had been a real thing. He had fucked up, and it had been a real thing, that heartbreak, that regret.

When Harry turned the Stone in his hand and saw his mother step into pseudo-life in that forest clearing, he thought I wish I’d known you. He thought about how she was in sepia and gray, here, just like in the pictures in the pages of Hermione’s books.

But he was also thinking about Severus. He was remembering Lily in sunlight, remembering her walking away, remembering her in that same cold photographed sprawl but in color–in grief–in bruised knees and heaving gasps.

Severus had been the first to find Lily’s body and it had felt like someone had cut the sunlight out of him. Harry was living through that grief, but he was also living through the wail of the child crying unacknowledged. His tiny pudgy hands were wrapped around the guardrail of his crib.

Harry was thinking about a girl standing in a field like a statue, hands on hips. He was thinking about Hermione’s raised hand ignored in Potions, or the way Snape had sneered that he didn’t see a difference in her cursed teeth. Love had made him brave, perhaps. It had killed him, but it had not made Severus good.

Harry wondered if his mother would have escorted spiders to safe places, if she would have stood guard over fallen bird’s nests, if she had worried herself to pieces that first time on the Hogwarts Express about the Hat telling her she didn’t really belong.

“I wish I’d known you,” he told the specter of Lily Potter. He held his own hands tight.

For Harry, for so long, there had been no one but him and Hermione. Even in Hogwarts, there were things only she would understand– parking meters, the cobweb ceiling of his cupboard, the silence of marmalade at breakfast. Harry believed in magic and he believed Hermione Granger was the most magical thing he knew.

“They’ll be alright,” he said. “I’ll be alright. I was alright, mum. I wish I’d known you– but I wasn’t alone.” He squeezed his hands tighter– Hermione showing him her favorite spots in her favorite libraries; Ron shyly showing them the Burrow like it was anything less than a magnificent masterpiece of warm rooms and patchwork architecture; Hermione standing in the field like a statue, bushy-haired and seven years old, jaw set. “She wasn’t alone, either,” he said. “And she’ll be alright. Ron will be alright. I have to do this, don’t I?”

“We are so proud of you,” Lily said.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “Sorry,” said Harry, and wondered if Hermione was going to be able to read the little passages and excerpts with his name in them, with those un-moving pictures and the sober captions underneath.

He dropped the Stone.

-

When Harry Potter died for the first time, crumpled in forest mulch, he didn’t go to a squeaky clean King’s Cross Station. There were no crescent moon glasses to twinkle kindly at him.

He stood under an old olive tree and a little girl looked up at him with those eyes that needed shielding, needed blunting, needed a manufacturer’s warning. “A wind’s coming,” she said. “You can just go. It will be easy.”

He stood outside Diagon Alley, a Muggle payphone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “You’re in books,” she said, with a breathlessness he’d barely heard for years. There had been too much weight on his shoulders, on hers. “You’re done,” she said. “You’ve done enough. Go on, tap three bricks up and two to the left.”

He stood in Godric’s Hollow, in the snow, holding her hand, looking at the ruined house. “You should have had this,” she said. She was seven and small, not nineteen and weary like she had been in life. The sky was overcast but there was sunlight glinting in her hair. “You can still have this. You can have everything.”

“You’re not real,” Harry said.

“But you are,” she said. “There’s a wind coming. It will be easy.”

“You’ve never done anything easy in your life,” he said.

She took both his hands– hers were so small against his grown fingers, his broad palms, and how had they done everything with hands that small? Basilisks and werewolves; shouting down teachers from atop desk chairs.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard in the light of its single bulb and he was too big for this space, his shoulders curling forward, his head bowing. She was standing there with sunlight still in her hair and her arms piled high with books. “You don’t belong here,” she said. “It will hurt. You won’t fit, if you go back. Everything can be easy. Everything can be fine. It doesn’t have to hurt, ever again.”

“Hermione,” he said and leaned forward, put his hands on her hands where they were gripping her books. “It’ll be alright.” He smiled and she was staring at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes. “We never fit, remember?”

“We tried,” she said and Harry squeezed her small hands gently.

“Send me back,” he said. “I want to go home.”

-

After the battle, as Hogwarts rang with frantic healing, crushing grief, and raging celebration, the three of them retreated to the library. Hermione hauled them down narrow aisles until she found her favorite tucked-away nook and they all collapsed on sagging sofas that seemed to not have been touched at all by the war.

“Well,” said Hermione. “What now?”

Ron let his head flop back against the seat, hair tumbling all over his pale forehead. “I’m going to nap,” he said. “For a month.”

“That’s not physiologically possible,” said Hermione. “Or if it is, then it’d be a coma.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Ron said, then: “no, wait, a hyperbole.” Hermione beamed at him. He blushed a little and elbowed her gently.

“After this, you’ll be in books, you know,” Harry told her.

“Not– I mean–” Hermione rubbed at her nose furiously. Ron laughed enough to wake up and sit up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

While Ron came up with outlandish titles for Hermione’s eventual many biographies, Harry pulled his feet up onto the sofa. He watched the candles float quietly between the shelves.

//takes a deep breath

ARTHUR WEASLEY IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES AND CERTAINLY THE MOST UNDERRATED OF HARRY’S FATHER FIGURES ok this man:

  • is so passionate about his job and supporting muggle rights that he doesn’t give two shits abt his reputation as a blood traitor even tho it’s apparently the reason he never got promoted at the ministry
  • wrote the book on why u should not enchant muggle objects and literally has a shed full of flying vehicles and shit that he hopes his wife doesn’t find out about??? lmao what a rebel?? i love this guy
  • was concerned about harry before he even met him because ron was worried that he wasn’t responding to letters and when harry came to stay he totally could have been like ‘shit another mouth to feed’ but was really really happy that harry was there and safe??? ‘pls sit next to me at dinner, child, i need to ask you ten thousand questions about muggles’
  • like he was actually the first adult ever besides maybe hagrid to sit there and ask for harry’s opinions and recognize that he had knowledge and thoughts to offer im crying
  • fixed harry’s glasses for him after they broke in the floo ;-;
  • gave zero fucks about what everyone else thought should be done and told harry about sirius black bc he wanted this kid to be aware and safe as possible??
  • dragged the dursleys for not treating their nephew like a human being (and destroyed their living room what a great moment tbh)
  • gives advice that harry remembers years later bc he respects this kind ginger man so much ‘don’t trust something that can think for itself if u can’t see where it keeps its brain’
  • (lol remember that one time molly was upset about death eaters at the quidditch world cup and he made her some tea and then was like ‘i think this needs some whiskey too trust me i’m a doctor’)
  • agreed that harry should be told certain things about the resistance because he knew harry was competent and intelligent enough to handle it but like also kept in mind that harry was a kid in the middle of a war
  • took harry to work with him and made sure he got to his hearing on time and distracted him and ‘smiled at him encouragingly’ when he knew he was nervous im dying this was so sweet
  • was part of the group who threatened the dursleys to keep their hands and shitty attitudes away from harry and he was so ‘light’ and ‘pleasant’ abt it omg this dude was throwing so much shade
  • was ready to fight scrimgeour with remus when the minister wanted to get harry alone and harry had to be like ‘omfg stand down pls’
  • ‘am i about to discover where you, ron, and hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of fred and george’s shop?’ … ‘how did you-?’ …  ‘harry, please. you’re talking to the man who raised fred and george’
  • never raised his voice except for that one time he told a fully trained auror to back the hell off and get out of his way so he could see his injured son and harry literally thought ‘holy shit’ it says so right there in the book u can check
  • fought in the battle of hogwarts and after fred and harry had been killed he went into full on rage mode and teamed up with percy to fuck up the minister for magic
  • owns chickens

bonus: 

‘madame delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss mrs. weasley too. “enchanteé,” she said. “your ‘usband ‘as been telling us such amusing stories!” mr. weasley gave a maniacal laugh; mrs. weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend.’

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes:

-Dirty Laundry:
A flirtation war begins between Reader and Bucky, but both of them have real feelings for each otherPart 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

-Blast From The Past:
Bucky comes home from Wakanda to meet the newest Avenger. Little do they know, they already know each, from their Hydra years; BFTP Masterlist

-Can You Spot Me? (ModernAU):
Reader spots an absolutely drop dead gorgeous man while working out at her gym. She decides to approach him for some help with her squats; Part 1, Part 2 

-From Another Realm:
Thor returns from Asgard with Reader, and Bucky is instantly infatuated with her; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

-Study Partner:
Reader’s life is pretty ordinary; until she discovers her cousin is Spiderman and he introduces her to The Avengers; SP Masterlist

-I’m In:
A requested fic ~ Reader’s life changes beyond recognition after she drunkenly hacks Stark Tower; Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3

-Weapon XX:
Reader has nowhere else to turn except the mysterious Weapon X program. Things take a turn for the worse when she finds out who she’s enslaved to; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 & Part 10

-Finally:
Reader and Bucky have been friends for years, and a night of drinking changes their relationship, but they aren’t on the same page
; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 & Part 7

-Touch:
A requested fic ~ Bucky returns from a check up in Wakanda to find that there’s a new addition to the team. She startles him when they first meet; Part 1Part 2 & Part 3

-Suspect:
Reader is a rookie police detective who unexpectedly stumbles upon too many secrets for her own good; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

-Revelation:
A requested fic ~ Reader discovers that The Winter Soldier killed her parents; Part 1 & Part 2

-Backseat:
A requested fic ~ Loosely based off of the song Howling by RY X; Part 1 & Part 2

-Mrs. Barnes:
A requested series ~ Reader is excited to run her own solo mission, until she discovers that the one person she hates is going to be joining her; Part 1, Part 2

-Familiar:
A requested fic ~ Bucky runs into the last remaining Winter Soldier during a mission; Part 1, Part 2

-Hard To Forget (ModernAU):
A requested fic ~ Based off of Kept Me Crying by HAIM; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Keep You Safe:
A requested fic ~ Bucky takes an extreme measure to keep Reader away from her first mission; Part 1 , Part 2

-An Unusual Sight:
A requested fic ~ Reader has a crush on the infamous Bucky Barnes, and he gets nervous asking her on a date; Oneshot

-My Only Chance:
A requested fic ~ Reader meets Bucky, and they share a night together. But she gets something she didn’t count on; Oneshot

-I Don’t Want To Hear It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky cheats on Reader. She’s moved on, and happy, but he isn’t; Oneshot

-Decisions:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are in love. She can’t remember her life before the Avengers, but a person from her elusive past shows up and flips her life upside down. Now she has to choose between her old life, and her current one; Oneshot

-It’s Obvious:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are best friends, bonding instantly from the moment they met. Everyone else in Stark Tower are convinced that they are meant to be together; Oneshot

-Someone’s Gonna Get Hurt:
A requested fic ~ Reader is fighting on Team Cap, and she ends up fighting against Black Panther to protect Bucky; Oneshot

-Bucky Bear:
A requested fic ~ At an Avenger’s outing to a carnival, Reader tries to convince Bucky to steal her a plush toy after she, repeatedly, fails to win one for herself; Oneshot

-Seriously?:
A requested fic ~ Sam discovers that his sister, Reader, and Bucky are having sex; Oneshot

-Exit Ramp:
A requested fic ~ Bucky’s jealousy might ruin everything he and Reader have waited for; Oneshot

-Pronunciation:
A requested fic ~ Bucky always makes fun of Reader for speaking Spanish and forgetting English words. All jokes are on him when she finds him trying to learn her first languageOneshot

-Traditional:
A requested fic ~ Natasha and Wanda ask the Reader for makeup tips, while Bucky is fascinated with her hijab
; Oneshot

-Shotgun:
A requested fic ~ Reader sneaks away from the Avengers to go visit her parents, and Bucky decides to tag along; Oneshot

-You’re Not A Monster:
A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t have kids. She thinks she’s fine with it, but seeing Bucky playing with Clint’s kids tells her otherwise; Oneshot

-Cobalt:
A requested fic ~ Bucky has a special present for Reader’s 19th birthday; Oneshot

-Strongman:
A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t go on the roller coaster at a theme park, so Bucky decides to make their own fun with the carnival stalls instead; Oneshot

-3 Weeks Late:
A requested fic ~ Reader thinks that she’s pregnant, but Bucky tells her that Hydra made sure he could never father children; Oneshot

-Tough:
A requested fic ~ Reader is a Robin Hood style vigilante who is forced to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. to avoid jail, but she can’t stop hitting the streets at night; Oneshot

-Sniffles:
A requested fic ~ Reader is really excited about going on her first official mission, but can’t go when she comes down with a cold. Bucky decides to stay behind to look after her; Oneshot

-When You Say It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky hates being called James, but Reader can’t stop herself from calling him by his birth name; Oneshot

-Just Hold Me:
A requested fic ~ Reader is upset from receiving bad news. Bucky holds her and tries to comfort for; Oneshot

-Beauty And The Buck:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky bond over a Disney marathon; Oneshot

-Like Lightening:
A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Powerful’ by Major Lazer feat. Ellie Golding; Oneshot

-Jealous:
A requested fic ~ Reader can’t hide her jealousy any longer; Oneshot

-Realisation:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt: “Maybe you didn’t love me after all”; Oneshot

-Trauma:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts: “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” and “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”; Oneshot

-Rags:
A requested fic ~ Reader has to teach Bucky about periods for the first time; Oneshot

-Moody:
A requested fic ~ Bucky tries to help Reader when she has bad cramps and PMS; Oneshot

-Little Notes:
A requested fic ~ Bucky expects to find Reader’s little drawings on his arm when he wakes, but instead he finds something more; Oneshot

-Braids:
A requested fic ~ Reader braids Bucky’s hair; Oneshot

-Among The Stars:
A requested fic ~ Bucky sets up a date at a planetarium; Oneshot

-It’ll Be Fine:
A requested fic ~ Bucky is nervous about meeting Reader’s parents and extended family; Oneshot

-Second Chances (AU):
Written for bionic-buckyb’s 5k followers AU writing challenge ~ Based off of the prompt: “Breaking up was the right thing to do… Right?”; Oneshot

-Field Trip:
A requested fic ~ Reader is a teacher’s assistant and gets to tag along on a trip to Stark Tower; Oneshot

-Cookies And Cream:
A requested fic ~ Bucky and Reader bake desserts together; Oneshot

-Two Left Feet:
A requested fic ~ Set in the 1940s, Steve convinces Bucky to teach Reader how to dance; Oneshot

-In Sync:
A requested fic ~ The boys are outnumbered when all the girls’ menstrual cycles sync up; Oneshot

-Seduction:
A requested fic ~ Reader tries to seduce Bucky with a sexy outfit; Oneshot

-Door-jamb:
A requested fic ~ Reader injures Bucky after he chases her; Oneshot

-Let Me:
A requested fic ~ Based off of Let Me Love The Lonely by James Arthur; Oneshot

-Outsider:
A requested fic ~ Reader has a hard time bonding with the Avengers; Oneshot

-Old Soul:
A requested fic ~ Reader is in love with the 1940s, and runs the dance studio that Bucky stumbles into; Oneshot

-Transformation:
A requested fic ~ Reader has always put her brains above her looks, but she gets Nat to help her with a make-over after overhearing Bucky saying mean comments about her appearance; Oneshot

-Blind To Reality:
A requested fic ~ Based off of All In My Head by Tori Kelly; Oneshot

-Hoodie Thief:
A requested fic ~ Bucky finally discovers who has been stealing his jumpers; Oneshot

-Ain’t No Fool:
A requested fic ~ Based off of Ex To See by Sam Hunt; Oneshot



Steve Rogers:

-The Man For You (ModernAU):
Reader is torn between two men that couldn’t be more opposite; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Splitting Image:
Steve meets Claire, an assassin. She looks just like someone from his past; can he hold onto this familiar face?; Oneshot

-Handmade:
A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Shape of You’ by Ed Sheeran; Oneshot

-A Long Day:
A requested fic ~ Steve makes Reader feel better after a hard day of work; Oneshot

-Where were you?!:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt “All I needed was you. And you weren’t there”; Oneshot

-Clandestined:
A requested fic ~ Tony catches Reader and Steve kissing, threatening to expose their secret relationship to the team; Oneshot

-Collateral Damage:
A requested fic ~ Reader fights on Team Iron-Man, in the War Machine suit, against Steve, and gets paralysed when she falls from the sky; Oneshot



Peter Parker:

-Tutoring:
A requested fic ~ Peter’s grades have been steadily dropping, and his principle thinks it’d be a good idea for him to get Reader to tutor him; Oneshot

-It Gets Better:
A requested fic ~ Reader struggles with depression, but she’s recovering. Until Peter and her breakup; Oneshot

-What Was It This Time?:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.” and “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”; Part 1 & Part 2

-The Bronx:
A requested fic ~ Reader is an elemental who’s on Team Cap, and fights against Spiderman; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 & Part 7

-Teen-sitting:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Peter discover that half of the Avengers have been affected by one of Tony’s inventions; Part 1 & Part 2

-Growing Pains:
A requested fic ~ Reader digs into her boyfriend’s obvious secret life, and gets more than she bargained for; Part 1, Part 2

-Side Stage:
A requested fic ~ Reader is disappointed that she doesn’t get tickets for her favourite band, so Peter calls in a favour; Oneshot

-Secret Identities:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Peter don’t know that they’ve been working together to fight crime for months now; Oneshot

-Detention Date:
A requested fic ~ Peter lands Reader and himself in detention, but he’s going to make it fun; Oneshot

-The Nerd:
A requested fic ~ Reader returns to her old school to find that Peter has grown up quite a bit; Oneshot

-Game Day:
Reader finally meets her boyfriend’s teammates; Oneshot



Wanda Maximoff:

-Star (Spangled) Crossed Lovers:
A requested fic ~ Wanda is torn between two super soldiers: Bucky and Steve; ProloguePart 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5



Sam Wilson:

-Ball Game:
A requested fic ~ Reader is sitting next to a stranger when the Kiss Cam is put on them; Oneshot

-Compound Couples:
A requested fic ~ Sam wants to tell the team that he and Reader are secretly dating so that Bucky will stop thinking he’s trying to steal Steve; Oneshot



Tony Stark:

-Assistant To The Genius:
A requested fic ~ Reader has been Tony’s assistant for many years, and has harboured a crush on him for almost as long. But she meets Steve and decides to try and move on; Oneshot


Charles Xavier:

-Power Couple:
A requested fic ~ Reader is making the New Avengers, and meets the newest recruit, Charles; Part 1

-Graduation Celebration:
A requested fic ~ Reader finally finishes her final exams and she celebrates with Charles; Oneshot


Platonic:

-Subconscious Movements:
Reader has a secret ability, telekinesis, and is recruited into the Avengers. She doesn’t intend to tell them about her power, but a mission going bad forces her hand; Part 1 & Part 2

-I’m Ready:
A requested fic ~ Reader has powers. She ushers souls from the physical world over to the Eternal. She’s confronted with a familiar face; Oneshot

-Need A Hand?:
Reader is a psychologist sent to help Bucky recover after he comes out of cryo in Wakanda, but he has a little trouble with only one arm; Oneshot

-You’ll Pass:
A requested fic ~ Reader helps Wanda with studying to pass a test to make her a U.S. citizen and remain in the Avengers; Oneshot

-Put A Ring On It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky and Steve catch Reader dancing to Beyonce, and she decides to teach them some moves; Oneshot

-Pony:
A requested fic ~ Sam and Reader decide to crash a fancy dinner Tony is throwing, and liven it up with some dance moves; Oneshot

-Wager:
A requested fic ~ Clint helps Reader to win a bet and make Steve do the most reckless thing; Oneshot

-Aussie, Aussie, Aussie:
A requested fic ~ Reader forces some of the Avengers to celebrate Australia Day with her; Oneshot

“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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The first time they say they love you...

Summary: A little headcanon on how would be the first time these HP characters say they love you, the reader.

Remus Lupin

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

These three little words had more meaning to Remus than any other word had, to him, they held so much power and emotion he couldn’t just say them to anyone at any time. He had to think it through, was it really worth it put someone’s life in danger, your life in danger, just because his heart was completely drawn to you? He had to be certain that he could protect you and that you would be safer by his side than by yourself, that you were really indeed happier when he was present. He had to be sure you weren’t just infatuated with each other, and yes, truly, in love. And it was on this particular day that he was sure. You were inside Honeydukes in complete awe with all the sweets available, hands full of Chocolate Frogs and pixie puffs, you looked at all sides trying to find sweets enough to take some back to your friends and Remus couldn’t help the feeling he had looking at you, so he simply smiled and said “I love you”. Sure you dropped all the chocolate on the floor and breathed a shaky “W-what?” at your boyfriend’s sudden realisation, but he said it again with all the conviction in the world, receiving an ecstatic kiss and a very sweet “I love you too, Moony.” just right back.

Sirius Black

Originally posted by totallybenbarnes

Sirius was the opposite, the words never meant much to him. They held no power to him, in his logic to prove love was to show love. His way to say “I love you” was by saying “take care of yourself” and “be safe”, it was waking up during the night just to see if you weren’t having any nightmares and it was making you your favourite tea and read you a book when you where indeed having them. It was giving you his jumper whenever you forgot yours and spend the entire day in the library with you even if he disliked being there. But when Sirius realised that those words meant something to you, he would hold your face and say “I’m sorry I don’t say this as much as I should but I do love you, sweetheart, I really do, so much.” and would press his lips on yours passionately, surprised because differently from the other times he had spoken those little words, they this time, held more meaning than they had ever done, and ever since that day he would say it often to remind you that he truly, utterly, completely loved you.

James Potter

Originally posted by bobdillpickle

James, for a long time, thought those words were silly. He had convinced everyone and even himself that he didn’t believe in that magical cheesy love he easily found on muggle’s romances. It was when he met you that he started changing his mind, it was when you rejected him so many times before accepting to go out with him that he understood that it was possible to hurt from love. It was only when you pressed your silky soft lips on his that he understood what the ‘butterflies’ were and he felt stupid for not believing his friends when they said all that unbelief towards love would backfire. But it was when you were taking a stroll around the Hogwarts’ lake during the winter that he felt the necessity to say those words, it was when you looked at the sky in utter happiness as you felt the first freezing snowflakes falling on your face, frosting your cheeks, it was when you smiled at the sight of snow that you grabbed James’ hands and twirled like a small child during Christmas, it was when you whispered “Snow!” like it was pure magic that he let those words escape his lips, and they escaped so easily, so smoothly that the smile on your face convinced him that love was the best thing in the world.

Teddy Lupin

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

To Teddy it was relative, he never felt like saying it, it didn’t really matter to him. Even when you started dating, he said it every once in a while that he was in love with you, but never that he loved you. After all, they had a difference and it saddened you a little bit that he would never say it, maybe he wasn’t sure you were the one for him, maybe he was just infatuated? Maybe he didn’t love you? You were a bit let down to be in all honesties, you had been dating for almost two years and he had never said it, not even once, but perhaps that was just his way of being. So you thought that it wasn’t worth confronting him about it, you’d just try to let it go. But on this specific Friday during Summer, you were spending a week with the Potters, and Teddy asked you to dye his hair bubblegum pink. And you agreed, you spread the dye through every soft lock as he sat on a chair in front of a mirror, you noticed he was staring at you through it. You were quietly doing your job, humming one of the lullabies you used to sing for your little siblings, focusing on his hair but the staring wouldn’t stop and when you met his eyes he was trying to hold a smirk. “What are you staring at, Lupin?” you asked raising an eyebrow, “You, (Y/L/N)” he replied, not holding back his infamous smirks. “And why’s that?” “Because you’re stunning and I love you.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do?” You heart had nearly stopped, he had said it, he had freaking said it for Merlin’s sake. “I do, (Y/N), very much.” He said smiling at you. “Well, I-I love you too, Teddy.”

James Sirius Potter

Originally posted by prince-ezra-miller

James had a little taste for some of the muggle stuff, his grandfather Arthur Weasley had taught him all he knew about them and even allowed him to borrow his muggle car. One day during summer, when James was talking to you on the phone, you mentioned you had had a fight with your family about some specific grades, that you were really upset and he immediately told you to get ready because he was going to pick you up for a ride, it would make you feel better. He asked his granddad if he could lend him his car to rescue you and soon drove to your house, where you waited sitting on the doorstep, cleaning some of your tears and smiling at the sight of him. You entered the car and he immediately hugged you, you stayed like that for a minute or so, just being close to each other and enjoying the feeling of being in each other arms. “Thank you, James, for taking me away from here.” He kissed your forehead, shaking his head and telling you to put the seat belt on as he started driving. After what felt like ten minutes on the road you opened the window and looked out on it, the comfortable wind refreshing your soul and drying all your tears, your hair flowing backwards as you smiled in contentment. You felt pure bliss, and so did he. James almost couldn’t believe himself on how alluring, sweet and kind you were and how you deserved to be with someone who would love you entirely and make you happy. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to be that person. And as you opened all the windows so the wind would flow through the entire car and you laid your head on his shoulder, he whispered only for you to hear, even though no one was around, “I love you, (Y/N)”. You lifted your head in ecstasy, smiling big, kissing his cheek slowly, “I love you too, Potter.”

Albus Severus Potter

Now Albus would let it slip during a heated fight, he would be so pissed, so furious that all his shy, conserved demeanor would just vanish right away in front of your eyes, he was your best friend and he was exhausted of seeing you giving your all to people who didn’t care for you and ended up tearing your heart apart. He would be so angry at the thought of your heart breaking again in careless hands when he could take such good care of you he would just let it slip, “You just give yourself away to assholes with infinitely lower IQs than yours and end up completely shattered, you don’t deserve this and you hate this feeling yet you always go back to it.” He shouted, “I hate seeing you like this, it’s the absolute worst feeling in the world and it hurts me even more that you keep putting yourself in harmful relationships when you could be with someone who would treat you well and look after you, someone who would love you more than anything in this world and make you happy.” And by that time, tears would be already escaping your eyes, trying senselessly to dry them with the sleeves of your jumper. “Yeah, like who? Who would love me?” You’d scream back. “Me, (Y/N)! I would, I do, so please just stop doing this to yourself and let me love you.” He’d say quietly, his shyness getting the best of him once again, anger long gone by now. And you’d jump in his arms, hiding your face on his chest as tears could not be held any longer. For the first time, you felt like things would be okay and love would finally be kind to you.

Scorpius Malfoy

Originally posted by luckybluegifs

You went on a Quidditch game, your house against Slytherin, you didn’t have anything against them, specially since you were dating one, but after that one Slytherin asshole hid all your belongings around the school, ridiculed your house and your friends it became all personal, and you wanted nothing more than your house to crush him and his team. Scorpius was a caring and protective boyfriend, but when it came to Quidditch you guys had agreed you’d cheer for your respective houses and never, ever argue about it. And as you watched the game, booing that shithead and rooting for your house as loud as you could, Scorpius watched you silently from the other side of the field, he observed your clothes all colored in respect for your house and how you laughed and cheered as your house scored. You looked so radiant and so beautiful in that moment, sticking up for your house and yourself, he didn’t know what came into him but when he realised what he was doing he already was in your house’s side of the field in the grandstand and his arms were wrapped around your waist. “What are you doing here?” You asked kissing his cheek, ecstatic to see him but confused since you’d agreed when games like that happened you wouldn’t talk about it or go together, to avoid fights. “I came to root for my girl and her house, no shithead has the right to do this to the girl I love.” “Even if he’s from your house?” “Even if he’s from my house. He’ll be hearing from me afterwards.” He said throwing an annoyed look at the boy, who stared at both of you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him right there, your friends cheered for you and let loud “awww”s as he pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “I love you too, Malfoy.”


A/N: Hope u enjoy this sweets, x

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anonymous asked:

Hi! New around here... May I ask what do you like about Madancy? Mads sure seems to fancy Mr. Dancy, Hugh.. not so much )=

My dear sweet baby fannibal, I need to stop you right there. 

Since you say you’re new, I’ll help you out.

“Well, it came about because one of the things that was very important was that Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter have a likeability, not only on screen but with each other. The fact that Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen are very good friends in real life cinched the deal, in my mind. That was important because I knew it was going to translate to screen. We wanted the audience to like these two men liking each other.” — Bryan Fuller on how he ended up casting Mads Mikkelsen (x)

“Hugh Dancy was the first actor cast and that made the project all that more appetizing for Mads Mikkelsen, who knew Hugh and worked with him in the past and rightfully adored him.— Bryan Fuller (x)”

“Me and Hugh (Dancy) were two of the knights (in King Arthur). So we were sitting for half a year on horseback and we became friends way back then. It’s just been a gift. We’re doing a show like this where you’re working so close together. It’s nice to be comfortable with each other, and that was just a gift that it turned out to be me and Hugh”— Mads Mikkelsen 

“Mads is a remarkable combination of things. He’s more than capable of fighting for what he wants. He’s amazing.”— Hugh Dancy

“Well obviously what I’m going to miss is just sitting down in a chair and having chit-chats with Hugh Dancy.” — Mads Mikkelsen on Hannibal S3 (x)

“It’s great. The very first time we sat down, talked about the show, Mads came up at the conversation. I worked with Mads nine years ago now on ‘King Arthur’. Completely different. Could not be more different. But during that period I got to know him and really like him. As a man as an actor. And had followed his career ever since then. I knew it was going to be great. That relationship is so complicated and interesting. It has to be believable. That’s one of the highlights of the show for me.” — Hugh Dancy

“So, spending that much time with a fellow actor, as I knew I would do with Hugh, it was just a fantastic gift that we knew each other. We are not only in the room, but to a degree, we have to be emotionally naked in certain situations.” — Mads Mikkelsen spoke about friendship with Hugh and cast (x)

(Mads Mikkelsen from Red Dragon Con, post)

(Hugh Dancy, The Path interview, post)

He’s worked with the actor Hugh Dancy previously and agrees that such a genuine friendship lends something special to their on screen relationship. “It was a great gift for both of us, that we were able to spend some much time together on the show. We were kind of in a boat of insecurity from the beginning, but it was nice to have a friend there, if you go down or you stay up. To be able to be comfortable with someone in a room, day in, day out of filming, 12 hours a day, was an extreme gift for both of us. We found a way of working together really fast. Hopefully I’ll get to spend time with him during the third season as well, but if not I’ll just have to go drink some beers with him!” — Mads Mikkelsen (x)

“I would say an actor like Mads, but there aren’t any, there’s just Mads.” — Hugh Dancy during the SAG Foundation interview (x).

And finally:

“Collaboration with Mads, who I love, who’s a wonderful actor and incredible partner in that respect “ — Hugh Dancy on what the show means to him

Hugh has become one of my very, very, very good friends. We knew each other from before, but it’s been so intense to spend three seasons together. I was there when he had his first little baby. It’s been a fantastic journey. We were just very, very lucky that we ended up with each other. Imagine if we had ended up with someone we didn’t like.” — Mads Mikkelsen (post)

Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy are friends. I’m not sure where you got the impression that they aren’t or that one dislikes the other.

Mads likes Hugh. 

Hugh likes Mads. 

They’re friends.

And their amazing chemistry and friendship (and various aesthetic reasons) is why I ship the fleet of ships that belong to Hugh and Mads and their characters.

So, after all of this, if you’re interested in some more Mads and Hugh liking each other and goofing around together goodies, check out my tag ‘danish crumpet’.

Not a Kid - Tommy Shelby

Request: Could you write about Tommy Shelby falling in love with a younger reader? (in their early 20’s)?

Not A Kid Anymore - Tommy Shelby

You were sat in the kitchen of Polly’s house laughing as Isaiah recounted a story about he and Finn trying to pick up a couple of girls down at the pub two nights ago. You, Michael, and Finn were sitting around the table while Isaiah stood up, making hand motions and acting out the entire scene. You were all somewhat tipsy from a bottle of whiskey that Finn had brought with him. 

Growing up you’d always been closest to Ada. You were only four years her junior and your mother had been close with Polly. When Ada moved to London you continued to spend time with the Shelby family. Eventually you became friends with Michael and Isaiah though they were a few years younger than you. You got on well with John and Esme but Arthur and Tommy always treated you like a child. Arthur didn’t bother you so much as Tommy did.  

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Hartwin fic recs (1/?)

[Long post]

I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.

⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.

Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.

Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.

⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.

“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”

(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)

⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.

“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.

How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.

“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”

Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”

“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”

⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.

Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.

⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.

Eggsy goes data-mining.

I died multiple times reading this. 

⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.

⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.

A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.

Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.

Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying. 

⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.

The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.

Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.

Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.

⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.

“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”

And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.

Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.

And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.

⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

Shite, even Harry’d only be…

Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.

This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.

(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)

⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.  

Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.

Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.

⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.

Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.

Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.

⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.

(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)

⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.  

He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.

He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.

⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.  

Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.

 “The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”

It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.

⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.

Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.

or

5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.

⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.

“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.

“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.

Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.

⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.

Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.

But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.

The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.

Continuation of “Gentle”. 

⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.

The words shrivel and die between them.

Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.

He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”

⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.

Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.

Eggsy was fucked.

Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.

⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.

“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.

It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.

As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.

⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.

Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.

⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.

 The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.

Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.

“I think you knew me dad, righ’?” 

⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.

It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.

⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.

So then, of course, Harry remembers.

⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.

Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?

⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.

The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.

The second time is going to be a promise.

⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.

“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.

“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.

Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).

⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.

Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”

“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”

Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to. 

⭐ An Ocular Condition  - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.

Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.

⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.

Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.

⭐ my saints fallen series  - neroh. From T to E.  I love this so much.

 ⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.

Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.

⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.

“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.

“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”

Or

The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.

⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.

 Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:

- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.

⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.

 "Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”

⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.

“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”

“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”

Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.

⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.

He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.

Nor is he sure if this man is real. 

⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.

“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.

Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.

When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.

“Forget that ever happened.”

⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.

Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.

⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.

A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.

⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

i should have written this goddamn show
  • it’d be on hbo so swearing and topless people,,,, the anti game of thrones
  • confirmed gay merlin + morgana
  • bisexual gwaine + arthur
  • at some point gaius has a bong on his table and no one says anything about it
  • uther married morgana off to some nobleman and they’re best friends!! they love each other in a super platonic way and high five a lot and he helps with the nightmares and they just love each other okay
  • he’s also a knight in arthur’s inner circle
  • a little of gwen and merlin talking about boys
  • servants can read/write, but it’s at least explained
  • eric the stable boy™ (merlins ex boyfriend, season 2)
  • also merlin taught morgana magic and she’s not evil; she works closely with her brother as an advisor and a knight
  • there are dogs
  • a lot of platonic hugs and “i love you’s”
  • a different antagonist
  • gwaine kisses merlin at sometime like its normal (they’ve been seeing each other)
  • leon marries some awesome noblewoman sometime during season 3 and arthur is the best man and everyone loves her
  • ancient rome gets at least a mention
  • leon and his wife get pregnant
  • lowkey percival and gwaine are together
  • arthur and gwen talk after lancelot is in camelot for good and decide they don’t work
  • feMALE KNIGHTS
  • “wine and cheese club” they get drunk and talk about their problems; basically just gwaine and percival giving relationship advice to merlin and whomever
  • gwaine knows™
  • morgana blushes and smiles at cute girls
  • merlin has the mouth of a sailor
  • roman catholic church
  • mithian gets married and he’s a perfect gentleman who loves her and she’s so happy, (they stay in camelot for a few episodes)
  • sometime during season 4 they do monty python and the holy grail
  • sometime also during season 4, they’re in the woods and arthur is split from the group for some reason and bandits attack and he watches the whole thing and sees merlin using magic; he’s not angry, just hurt
  • arthur gives merlin ygraine’s ring + merlin is seen with it around his neck
  • “i bet you’d look cute grasping at the sheets of my bed” “no matter how many times you ask im not making your bed asshole”
  • arthur and gwen still get married and are best friends; although arthur is with merlin and gwen is with lance
  • gwen and lance have triplets!! and the triplets have four parents: the king, the queen, first knight and the king’s servant
  • sometimes merlin falls asleep in front of the fire and arthur has to carry him to bed
  • colin morgan in skinny jeans
  • ban on magic repealed
  • arthur suggests appointing merlin as court sorcerer and royal consort but merlin just smiles and says all he wants to be is his servant
  • epilogue where arthur/merlin and morgana and gwen/lance + all their kids!!! are having a picnic
I've always been yours | Fred Weasley x reader

Requested

It was the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. You were wearing a little black dress that ended right above your knees, your hair was in a half updo. (Kinda like how Margaery Tyrell wears her hair) You walked downstairs, your heels clicking against the wooden floor with every step you took.
“Y/n you-you look beautiful.” Fred said in awe. You tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. “Thanks.” You said while looking at the ground. Form the first day you saw him you had had the biggest crush on him. Little did you know he felt the same.
The party was in bloom when all of a sudden Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus appeared. It said that the Ministry of Magic had been concuered by Voldemort, who had killed the minister, and that Death Eaters were on their way.
Immediatly screams were heard, and people started pushing each other to get away.
Just as the patronus had said, Death Eaters started apparating into the crowd. You were running towards the exit when you tripped. You tried to get up but people ran over you and you felt their feet hit your head. Fred’s worried face was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.
Pain. That was the only thing you felt when you woke up. It seemed like Thor had hit you on the head with Mjolnir. You slowly opened your eyes to see a sleeping body on the couch next to you. You blinked a few times to get a clear view, finally seeing that it was Fred who was laying there. Taking in your surroundings you noticed you were in his room.
You slowly sat up, accidently waking Fred in the process.
“Oh god Y/n are you alright? I was so worried.” “Calm down Fred I’m alright.” “No you’re not, you could have died. You would have died not knowing how much I love you.” His eyes got big when he realized what he had said. “I-I mean-” You cut him of by crashing your lips on his. “I love you too.” His face broke into a smile as he reconnected your lips. One of his hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, roaming your stomach. When you were sleeping someone had changed you out of your dress and into an oversized shirt. His hands found your bare breasts and started playing with your nipples. A gasp left your lips as he pinched one of them. One of his hands left your chest and slowly travelled down your body. He cupped your already leaking pussy before pushing your panties aside and slipping a finger into you. You moaned as he added a second one, curling them as he moved in and out of you. He used his thumb to draw circles on your clit. You quickly took of the shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against yours. He unbuttened his shirt, slowly sliding it off while you unbuckled his trousers, taking them of aswell. His hard erection pressed against your leg as he left a trail of kisses down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and finally down to where you needed him the most. He took your panties of with his teeth, leaving hot kisses on the inside of your thigh when he came back up. He started kitty licking down your slid, only stopping to suck on your clit. You gasped as his tongue slipped inside of you. He laughed at you, sending vibrations through your body. Way too soon you felt the familiar knot in your stomach which announced the arrivel of your orgasm. When you reached your high he licked you clean before coming back up and kissing you, making you taste yourself. You removed his boxers and were ready to return the favour when he stopped you. “Just forget about me, tonight is all about you.” He said as he wrapped your legs around his waist, positioning his pulsing cock at your entrance. “Ready?” You nodded and felt him push himself into you, filling you up completely. He groaned as he started moving. Once you were used to the feeling of his large dick in your tight pussy you started moving your hips to meet his thrusts. “P-please Fred, f-faster.” “Whatever you want sweetheart.” He said as he obeyed your order. One of his hands was squeezing your ass while he used the other one to support him. “F-Fred I’m close.” “I know baby, me too.” His thrusts became sloppier, at the same time your walls clenched around him. “Let go, darling.” You did as he said, and together you reached both of your climaxes. He rolled of off you, pulling the covers over your sweaty bodies. “I love you so much Y/n, will you please be mine?” He asked, caressing your cheek. “Isn’t that question supposed to come before the sex?” You said, laughing slightly. He was about to answer when somebody else beat him to it. “Well that wasn’t the only thing that came to early tonight.” You turned your heads to see a smirking George in the doorway. “H-how long have you b-been standing there?” “Mate, I did not have to stand here to know what was going on. You two are pretty loud.” Your glare only made him laugh harder. “Just ignore him Y/n, now how about you answer my question.” You pecked his lips. “I’ve always been yours, Fred.”

- I know this isn’t exactly what you asked but I hope you still like it.

I don’t talk to fish - Aquaman x reader

Can you one with Aquaman? Where he and the reader know each other but they hate each other an then they fall in love eventually? Requested by https://itsrebeca.tumblr.com @itsrebeca

I accidentaly delated the original message so…yeah. Here we go. It’s really long because I didn’t wanna make more than one part huh. And it kinda sucks…Oh well, I tried. It’s so late…

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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The first time you met Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, you were having a nice lunch date at your favorite cafe in Metropolis with your brother, Clark. 

You weren’t happy that one of his super-friend ruined your chance to spent time just the two of you. Since he moved to Metropolis and became Superman, you nearly never saw your brother, and you missed him. You guys have always been very close, and despite his overprotecting you, he just didn’t had time to hang out with you that much anymore…Especially since you stayed in Smallville to take care of the family farm with your ma’. 

You often joked about the fact that you’d have to be in grave danger to see him. Worst thing was, it was true…So when he called you and asked if you wanted to come for the week-end to Metropolis, you said yes without hesitation…The first day, he saved the world from aliens with the Justice League, and only came back late at night. You had to almost dragged him out of bed for him to follow you to the café to have lunch…and now, that Aqua-dude was ruining it. 

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America+England Relationship Analysis

I can’t believe myself… writing up a really in-depth analysis of APH America & APH England’s cannon relationship. Kind of addresses the England and America being related subject, blows holes through it, actually.  

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roxy trying to help eggsy out in wooing harry like 

“hey, harry, sir, arthur, what’s your general preference for a potential love interest? height, hobbies, age, zodiac sign?”

a cough. "lancelot, while i’m very flattered i don’t think this is very appropriate.”

“oh no no sir, i’m just, asking for-”

“good, because it is often frowned upon for a man of my age to be with a lady like yourself-”

"sir, i’m gay. i’ve been dating amelia for 5 months.”

“oh well that’s good. me too. not the dating amelia thing. the gay, um, thing.”

“yes, sir, that’s fine. that’s perfect, actually. thank you for your time.” 

“oh and miss morton? exactly 1.78m, athletic and a skilled driver, 27, and i don’t know anything about zodiac signs. you’d better ask him seeing as he’s listening to our conversation right now.” 

"sir?”

“i’m available tonight after 7pm, and i do not like seafood on a first date. good afternoon, agents.”  

More Than Friends - Request

Requested by @my-unique-mind:  Fred imagine where the reader is transferring from the American school, becomes a ravenclaw(same age as Fred) She has a class with Fred and during a test she helps him by giving him a couple of answers even though they don’t know each other. After class Fred says thanks, turns into friendship but both like each other. Ends with them finally kissing, maybe smut if you write that.

Word count: 2,793 (+51 from the extended ending) (+1,260 from the smut - which is a lot)

Characters: Fred x reader, Professor McGonagall, George, Dean Thomas, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Percy, Molly and Arthur.

Warnings: Smut at the end, but you can totally skip it (I suck at this).

A/N: Freddie my love (this is not a Grease!Live reference), I liked this one quite a lot. I’m very sorry for my awful smut writing but hey, practice makes perfect! I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by willi-weasley

Being a transferred student at a magic school wasn’t half as awesome as being a transferred student in no-maj schools. The kids at Hogwarts would not only laugh at the way she pronounced the spells, but would always correct her from “no-maj” to “Muggles”. They would complain constantly about why Americans don’t speak English correctly, and of course they would laugh at how Ilvermorny copied the house system.

“Of course it’s not half as good as the one here,” they would say, “they aren’t even sure what house represents what. They’re definitions are so badly structured.”

Less to say, the food at Hogwarts was extremely different; and it was horrible not to have the Puckwudgies there to have a chat or at least to have company. The elves at Hogwarts would mostly stay hidden the whole day, and if one of them was out they wouldn’t talk to the students.

Another thing that bothered her was the fact that Hogwarts was full of ghosts. Ilvermorny hadn’t got a single ghost, poltergeist, or similar. Peeves would pull her hair, the house ghost would float through her, and it just wasn’t pleasing.

She hated Hogwarts.

Of course she hadn’t made many friends. After being sorted in Ravenclaw, she found a few of her roommates as not-so bad. They would help each other out to open the common room’s door, do some homework, etc. but that was about it. Ravenclaws were… Strange.

It wasn’t strange to find someone pressing their forehead against the wall, trying to create a telepathic connection to the castle; or people wearing bizarre clothing and saying all kinds of senseless stuff. And even when that was funny, even interesting, at times, (Y/N) just couldn’t relate completely.

She missed her home, she missed her friends, she missed her old school, and she missed everything.

(Y/N), who was really smart, dedicated her alone time to study, which made her become one of the best students in each and every single one of her classes. So when the first exams came, she was not even a bit nervous.

“Psst…. Pssst…” Someone started. Professor McGonagall gave said student a stern glance.

The exam was long, and there were some easy questions and some other that, everyone except (Y/N), felt like ripping their eyes off with the wands rather than figuring them out. One of those was Fred Weasley, who continued to try and call (Y/N)’s attention once Professor McGonagall left the room to get some extra papyrus.

“Psst… Hey, Ilvermorny…” Ilvermorny was her nickname. Some asshole Slytherin had named her like that and ever since they all called her that instead of asking for her name.

“I have a name.” She hissed, looking back at Fred.

“What’s your name, then?” Fred asked with his usual joking smile.

“(Y/N)!” She replied and turned his back again to Fred.

“(Y/N)… Psst… Psst…” He continued.

“What?” She hissed angrily, looking back again.

“I just need help with the last two… Page three… Please.” In spite of begging, Fred didn’t lose the smile. (Y/N) knew that he wouldn’t stop bothering if she didn’t help, and McGonagall was out so she sighed and agreed.

She finished her exam soon after. She got up and handed it to McGonagall, who gave her a warm smile before taking it. (Y/N) smiled back and went back to her place, only to grab her stuff and leave.

As she walked past him, Fred managed to grab her arm, putting a ball of paper on her hand before letting go. (Y/N) didn’t even flinch, she just kept walking and it wasn’t until she was quite far from the classroom that she checked what the paper ball was.

There was a strange doodle on it. As soon as (Y/N) un-balled the paper, it started moving. “Thanks for the help.” it read, “Courtyard, after lunch?” (Y/N) smiled, noticing how his doodles represented her and Fred, hanging out. Literally, the doodles seemed to be laughing… Or convulsing, maybe. His drawing skills weren’t really the best when he was doing an important exam.

(Y/N) wanted to be chill, but she couldn’t. It’s not like everyone had been awful to her, but not even her friends had even wondered what her name was. So Fred, asking her and calling her by her real name and not the stupid Ilvermorny nickname, and then asking her to hang out was kind of like a dream.

She waited patiently – not so much – for the lunch time to come. She tried to be chill, but she just couldn’t help but to let her eyes wander to the Gryffindor’s table, where she met with Fred staring at her, and smiling.

After she finished her lunch, she forced herself not to run out of the Great Hall, but rather speed-walking as elegantly as possible. Fred, who was just waiting for her to get up, didn’t lose time and caught up with her in no time.

They just smiled to each other and walked in silence to the Courtyard. They sat at one of the stone benches. The silence that followed was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t last long, fortunately.

“So, Ilvermorny, huh?” Fred said, “I heard it’s half the size of Hogwarts.”

“It is smaller, but only because Hogwarts is a castle and Ilvermorny started off as a house.” She explained, tired of answering the same questions. Although, Fred’s voice tone wasn’t mocking like the others, so she was not quite as upset as usual.

“Right… So do you like it here?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I miss home, but the view at the common room is amazing.” Fred laughed.

“I once snuck into Ravenclaw’s common room… Don’t ask.” He said after the girl furrowed her eyebrows, “It was late at night and the view was almost the same as the one at the Astronomy Tower.”

For half an hour, Fred and (Y/N) shared all kinds of stories and funny anecdotes. (Y/N) finally understood what everyone said about the Weasley Twins – Everyone loved them, and if they didn’t love them it was probably because they had no sense of humour at all.

Soon, an exact replica of Fred and another boy walked towards them.

“Hey, Freddie.” The twin cheered.

“Georgie.” Fred chuckled, “Dean.”

“Fred.” Dean nodded his way.

“We didn’t know you got a new friend.” George said, sitting next to (Y/N) with a flirty look. “George Weasley.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it, “What name should I put to your beautiful face?”

“(Y/N).” She giggled.

“Lovely.” George giggled as well. Fred rolled his eyes and got her attention again.

“That is my twin, George… Although you already know that.” The twins shared a glance, “And this one is Dean Thomas, the master mind behind half of our pranks.”

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Dean smiled at her.

“Aren’t you the transferred student?” George asked.

“Oh yeah, Ilvermorny.” Dean snapped his fingers and nodded as the realization sunk on him.

“Ilvermorny is a stupid nickname.” George furrowed.

“Of course it’s stupid, a Slytherin was involved!” Fred replied.

“We won’t call you that.” George promised.

And so (Y/N) befriended the twins and the master mind. They became so close in so little time that, after two months, they included her on a prank they pulled on some last year Slytherins. Of course, when the teachers caught them, they denied her having anything to do.

Fred and (Y/N) developed a rather more profound bond. They became literal best friends, sharing everything and anything – except their massive crush for one and other.

Fred would sneak her into the Gryffindor’s common room – not that it bothered anyone, Gryffindor’s were usually nice to her since she befriended the Weasleys. She would go to The Burrow on holidays and stay up all night, by the fire place, sharing jokes with him. They would skip class together, have breakfast together (whenever it was possible), study together, spend their free time with the other, etc. They were inseparable.

Everyone was aware of their feelings for each other, and even some people thought they were dating; but teens are dumb and (Y/N) and Fred were scared to death to confess their crush. Therefore, after a while, George and Dean decided to make the first move.

(Y/N) was going to spend the last weeks of summer at The Burrow, along with Dean, Harry and Hermione. If that house looked full every Christmas when every Weasley was there, that summer was even worse.

(Y/N) slept at Charlie’s old room, Dean at Bill’s, Harry with Ron and Hermione with Ginny; and even so, it seemed like the house was full.

Molly loved (Y/N), and Arthur loved her even better because they shared their admiration for muggle’s stuff. Also, the Weasleys were never mean to her or said anything about her accent – which was slowly fading, becoming a mixture between British and American accent. By the end of the summer, Mr. Weasley ended up saying no-maj instead of muggle, which was hilarious to hear.

Every night, Fred would sneak inside Charlie’s room, only to find (Y/N) waiting for him. They would talk about everything, and Fred would show her all kinds of weird stuff - from products he and George had created for their store, to things that he created all by himself just for fun. (Y/N) on the other hand, would tell him about the books she had read, or really any kind of weird thought that had crossed her mind along the day. They found each other fascinating.

The night before Dean and George pulled their magnificent move – to which Hermione and Ginny referred to as lame – Fred and (Y/N) had an especially long night. They fell asleep mid-sentence and they didn’t woke up until the next morning. After all those night pulling all-nighters, their bodies had begged them, and forced them, to get some decent sleep.

Fortunately, George noticed soon enough and dragged his brother out of Charlie’s room before Molly got up. She would have a heart attack if she saw Fred and (Y/N) sleeping together, even if it were as innocently as they had.

Fred barely got time to process what was going on. But the sight of recently-woken-up (Y/N) stuck to his mind for the rest of the day. Her messy hair and how she squinted her eyes with the light. Her raspy voice – saying his name and something along the lines of “oh no, we fell asleep, get out before your mother kills us” – and of course just her flawless-self just lying beside him.

Molly made the boys do all kinds of house chores, and then she made the girls help her out with the dinner. Therefore, Fred and (Y/N) barely got time to talk during the day, which only added up more nerves and awkwardness to the situation. If they had gotten time to wake up and talk, it wouldn’t have been worse than an “Oh, this is odd”, “You have hedgehog hair”, a few laughs and that’s it. But by pulling them apart, they encouraged their minds to overthink the situation.

By the time dinner came, they sat next to the other but barely said a word. Everyone – except Molly and Arthur – noticed which caused some giggles and a knowing smile from George to Dean.

Molly and Arthur went to be early, claiming that they would be out early in the morning. George and Dean also left by excusing with “we’re tired from being up all night creating some new products”, Ginny got the hint and left without saying anything other than good night; the golden trio said that Harry was having a headache and that he needed both Hermione and Ron to take care of him. Percy left using his “prefects don’t clean” excuse. That left Fred and (Y/N) in charge of picking up the table and washing the dishes.

(Y/N) went for the dishes as Fred cleaned up the table. They weren’t allowed to use magic outside the school, yet. So the tasks had to be hand-made.

Fred cleaned up very quickly and ended up joining (Y/N) with the dishes. She washed, he dried.

“So, how was your day?” Fred asked nonchalantly.

“Definitely not as tiring as yours.” She joked.

“Mom likes to have many boys around to the things dad can’t do anymore.” Fred explained.

Both of them knew that the conversation wouldn’t go any further if they didn’t talk about last night. And really, it had been a really innocent accident, so there was no reason to be ashamed or uncomfortable about it. Therefore, Fred cleared his throat and decided to speak.

“It was lucky that George got me out of your room on time,” He chuckled, “mom got up five minutes after and I swear I have never sweated as much as I did this morning.”

“I know!” She giggled, “I thought we were going to get killed or something.”

Little did they know that George and Dean had asked Harry for his Invisible cloak, and were hiding at the stairs, observing their every move. Of course the cloak was a bit small, so they had to be sitting in order to be completely covered.

“I didn’t even say good morning.” Fred spoke, “Good morning, by the way.”

“Morning.” She laughed.

“Someone needs a little push.” George whispered, pulling the wand a bit out of the cloak and doing just enough magic for it to work but not much that the Ministry would send a letter.

The foam from the soap suddenly became more, and it jumped covering her nose – kind of like a foam clown nose. Fred and (Y/N) furrowed, but instead of wondering who was responsible, they burst in laughter.

“You look like a clown.” Fred commented.

“I look like you then.” She joked.

Both of them laughed once more. Then, Fred grabbed an old but clean cloth and took the foam away himself, instead of letting her do it. Of course, this isn’t a romantic movie, so instead of suddenly making out like George wanted; they just blushed a little and proceeded to finish the dishes.

Dean and George decided to go for plan B, which would probably end up in Fred hating his twin for the rest of his life but it was worth the try.

Dean called Fred to check something out while (Y/N) returned to her room. George put on Fred’s pyjamas and, after taking around twenty long breaths, he knocked on her door. She was so tired she would barely know the difference.

“Fred… What…?”

“I love you.” George spoke as his cheeks turned bright red, “I have loved you for a long while but I’m too much of a wimp and was too afraid to tell you.”

“I…” Her cheeks were bright red, and her (Y/E/C) eyes were opened widely. Her jaw dropped, and her breathing turned faster.

“Don’t say anything. Good night.” And with that, George ran back to their room, changing quickly onto his own clothes.

Dean and Fred went back to their room soon after. George was still super red, which caused Fred to get suspicious. Then, he noticed his pyjamas all scrambled around the floor.

“What did you do?” Fred asked. Of course, twins have a connection – and wizard twins have an ever stronger one, so Fred was almost certain of what George had done, but he wasn’t willing to believe it.

“Don’t hate me.” George begged, giving a step back.

“She’s my best friend, George!” Fred hissed, “What if she doesn’t talk to me ever again?”

“I don’t think…” Fred groaned, not letting his brother finish his sentence. He stormed out of their room, straight to Charlie’s.

He knocked the door the same way he would knock it when he wanted to sneak in. (Y/N) opened; her cheeks were still red.

“I…” Fred couldn’t finish his sentence. (Y/N) slammed her lips on Fred’s, who stiffened in shock for a second before melting into her arms.

(Y/N) pulled him into the room, and Fred shut the door behind him. Dean and George high fived, calling the attention of every other teen in the house.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and even Percy got out of their rooms. They peeked from the staircase to where Charlie’s room was.

“Did it work?” Ginny asked excitedly.

“It worked.” George smiled up to his sister.

“Does he hate you?” Harry asked with half concern and half excitement.

“I don’t think Fred will hate anyone after tonight.” Percy informed from his side of the stairs. In spite of being the usual cocky-Percy, he seemed to be happy for his brother.

“Next stop, Ron and Hermione!” George cheered, high-fiving Dean again.

“What?!” Ron and Hermione asked in unison.

“Nothing, go back to bed kids.” George laughed, “Let Freddie have some fun.”

-

*Entended ending* (Which is ambienced the morning after)

“What do you mean you just started dating?” Molly asked as she served breakfast the morning after.

“Well, that.” Fred answered, “(Y/N) and I just started dating last night.”

“I thought she was your girlfriend ever since you first wrote about her in one of your letters.” Molly shrugged her shoulders.



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You are mine *smut*- John Shelby

Request// can I please have a John imagine, where you get jealous over something he says about another girl so you give him the silent treatment n he becomes really clingy and is begging you to talk to him. Thank you x

Request// Can you please do a John Shelby smut, where he is the dominant one? Where the reader teases him and he gets heavily frustrated. Thanks!!

*I love all the PB Boys but John is one of my favorites with his boyish charm❤️. Shoutout to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the gif. Expect to see more of me on here, because it’s my Spring Break! Summer is not far away either so I will also be dedicating more time to writing after I finish exams. xoxox*

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The weeks leading up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding had you questioning your own relationship with John. You admired his good looks and charm since you had been a young girl, but his comeliness was a double edged sword.The difficulty of beauty was when one knew they were beautiful.

It had happened multiple times, John flirting with other women of questionable decency, but the straw had finally broken the camel’s back right before the Shelby Wedding. You had decided to help Harry at the Garrison by picking up a couple shifts without telling John since you would most likely find him there anyways.

“How’s Y/N doing anyways,” you heard Arthur ask from inside the side room. You didn’t want to be sneaky and listen in on their conversation but it was hard to ignore as you swept and wiped down the counter.

“Fuckin’grouchy as  ever. Yelling in my ear from the time I get home to the time I leave again.” You had to hold back your disapproving grunt as you brows scrunched together. Of course John wouldn’t dar say any of that to your face, but he was all talk when he was ‘with the boys.’

“Thought you two been having problems, always arguing when you’re out together. All you need is a good fuck.”

“That’s the only thing I’ve not been getting from her. Maybe I’ll have to ask that new barmaid for some assistance,” he boasted. Your hands curled into fists and your body began to burn with anger. You knew the exact barmaid he was talking about and could grasp that she would be all too happy to ‘help’ John. You heard their chairs scrape the wood floors, knowing they’d be out there any moment.

“The blonde one?”

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Unfaithful (Part II)

(Part I)

A Little late, I know… But hopefully worth it!

Warnings: Language, mentions of domestic violence (on reader)

I adjusted Daniel, making sure he did not fall off my hip as i walked down the streets of my old hometown. Nothing changed since the last time I was here.

I walked towards Polly’s house, trying to keep my head down, in the hopes I could avoid all of the other Shelby’s. When I knocked on the door, I saw the curtains peel back a little, then the door swung open quickly, hitting the wall.

I was pulled into a hug by the woman who I considered a second mother, trying not to flinch when she squeezed me. After a few seconds of silent embracing, she pulled back to look at me. My eyes flew to the ground, not wanting to look into hers as she saw the reason I was here.

“My god…” She whispered, placing her hand on my chin to fully examine my wounds.

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Ocean and Fire

Originally posted by jasonmomoadaily

Arthur Curry x Reader

Request: An Aquaman imagine.

Summary: Reader and Arthur spend the day at the beach, then later both join the League.

Word Count: 1440


Her hair floated around her as she looked up to the clear blue sky, birds occasionally flying across her vision. She could hear the waves crashing onto the beach, and the creatures that were done below. Y/N was at peace, this was the life to her, floating on top of the water with her arms stretched out. All she needed now was Arthur, he was busy dealing with things in Atlantis and you with things on shore, you had just finished your business a little over an hour ago but it seems he has yet to finish.

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You’re my Queen

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: self- hate, angst (shocker), fluffiness at the end 

Summary: The Queen starts to feel alone no matter how many people she’s surrounded by and starts to have these depressing feelings that she’s never dealt with before, does Arthur even notice? 

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this out for myself the other night…so sorry not sorry lmao. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta!! I just copied the tag list from the King Arthur series I’m doing with @mrs-squirrel-chester, sorry if you didn’t want to be on it! Please let me know if you want to be taken off when I post other Arthur fics! 

**Feedback is greatly appreciated!!**

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elle’s ‘I-have-read-it-more-than-once-and-will-do-so-again’ Kingsman multi-ship rec list

Exactly what the title says

End on an Exhale by @insanereddragon - M, Merhartwin

Harry sits down beside him, heedless of the dew or the grass, and picks up the crumpled pack. Eggsy finally looks over at him as he lights up and pulls in his first lungful.

“This ain’t a mission.”

Harry glances at him from the side. “Not mine, but I don’t think you’re done with yours yet. So we’ll stay here until you are.”

OR

A series of moments in Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin’s relationship in which they are smoking.

So in real life I am very meeeh about smoking. But I won’t pretend I don’t find it hot. I am sure I am not the only one.

fuck me a rainbow by @tastymoves - E, Hartwin

“I want to try them.” He grins his cheekiest grin. “Repeatedly.”

“You make a compelling case, Eggsy. However, I do have to finish up here first so you might need to be a little more patient.”

Another groan from Eggsy. “That’s what I get for fucking the boss.”

“Getting fucked by the boss is more like it, isn’t it?” Harry responds as he turns his attention back to his laptop like it’s not half-buried in color changing condoms.

The perfect mix of funny and hot, do yourself a favor and go read this. Seriously, it’s intimate smut at his best.

Every Step You Take by LapisLazuli - E, Hartwin, Merlahad, Merhartwin

The day that Harry’s aesthetic appreciation of Eggsy became active want was a result of nothing remarkable. He had gone to speak with Merlin, who was monitoring a training session for the Lancelot candidates, and happened to glance down at the monitor just as Eggsy finished annihilating a series of long-distance targets on the range. He stood up, pushing his goggles back on his forehead, and positively beamed, his joy in the achievement as bright as the sun, and Harry actually felt his breath stutter in his lungs. Something about the combination of deadliness and innocence that Eggsy embodied so effortlessly simply reached right down into Harry’s chest and squeezed, and he could do nothing to prevent the sharp wave of lust that crashed over him.

That one is VERY hot okay. Just. Unf. Unf unf unf

My Love’s a Revolver by @fangirlasplosian - E, Merlahad

After certain kinds of missions, Harry Hart has two sure-fire ways to deal with pent-up adrenaline: Get pissed, or get laid. Unfortunately, the one time he takes someone home he’s interested in seeing again, he turns out to be a new coworker. A coworker with rules about about sleeping with colleagues.

Being a gentleman, Harry will respect Merlin’s boundaries. But the more they work together and get to know each other, the harder Harry finds it to keep propriety in check.

Red is the one who recced it to me a few months ago but by the gods am I glad she did. It is everything one might wish of a Merlahad story

Care and Custody by  esama  - T, Hartwin

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

It is just such a good fix-it and an interesting AU of what could have happened if some things had been slightly different.

The Courting of Eggsy Unwin by @zombiisheep - E, Harry/Eggsy/Mark Darcy

How were there TWO Harry Harts? Eggsy couldn’t even handle one!

But then how was Harry standing in front of this cafe when he was supposed to be all the way in Brussels on an ambassador mission with Arthur?

Eggsy soon discovers that there is still a lot to learn about Harry Hart, starting with the fact that he has a twin brother, a one Mr. Mark Darcy. And Mark may share Harry’s face, but that’s where the similarities end. Where Harry is slick and charismatic, Mark is awkward and endearing. But for all of the charm Mark lacks, Eggsy can’t help but find himself falling for the bumbling barrister.

But when Harry returns and discovers that not only has his young protege has fallen for someone other than him (he may have been giving Eggsy the impression that he wasn’t interested, whoops), but it’s his estranged goody two shoes brother. The war for Eggsy’s heart begins, but none of them can plan for how it turns out.

(It ends with all three together, that’s where)

If twincest isn’t your thing, don’t read this. But if you don’t mind, zomg, go read this.

the canvas can do miracles by @sententiousandbellicose - T, Hartwin

After Kentucky, Harry will never be a knight again, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost everything. He still has the sea. He still has Eggsy. He just needs Eggsy to remind him of that. (In which Harry runs away and Eggsy waits for him to come back home.)

This story is just omg SO GOOD. It’s Harry-centric and everything I didn’t know I wanted to read about until Reg put it in words.

The Whole Truth by @oggalahad - G, Hartwinrox

Truth serum has never been perfected to actually get to the truth, and Eggsy is an expert at rambling about nothing.

A funny and sweet truth serum fic. What’s not to like?

Rainy Nights by LittleMissHara - T, Harroxy

Sometimes he just wondered a little too much, & she’d just tell him to stop, & that was perfectly okay.

Short but oh so very beautifully written

Written In the Stars by @potentiality-26 E, Hartwin

Harry blinked and said, “Eggsy,” with warmth but undeniable surprise.

Though he had anticipated exactly this reception, Eggsy barely managed to keep his face from falling. Harry never seemed anything but pleased by Eggsy’s visits, but the fact that he plainly expected to see less of Eggsy hurt. Eggsy suspected that Harry disapproved but was too kind to say so, and Harry would never have let good manners stop him from telling Eggsy where he was going wrong before; it was just one more sign that the ties that had bound them together for so long were unraveling

Eggsy becomes a knight. It doesn’t simplify his relationship with his master as much as he hoped it might.

It’s a Hartwin Star Wars AU where Eggsy was Harry’s padawan and they have a bond even after Eggsy becomes a Knight. OF COURSE I LOVE THAT BLOODY FIC AND I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN OKAY! (heck i dream of it having a sequel one day T^T) Also damn, it’s written by potentiality-26. I’ve never not like one of their fic.

Little Princess by @persephoneggsy - G, Hartwin

Harry Hart, a.k.a. Arthur, finds himself competing with a seven-year-old for Eggsy’s (a.k.a. Guinevere’s) affections. And then he receives help from the last place he expected.

That fic is just bloody adorable okay? Read this. You won’t regret it.

Out of Left Field by VillaKulla - M, Hartwin, Roxlin

“Now there was just one more thing,” Merlin said, addressing the sweaty, bedraggled, footballers clustered around him. “There’s been a change of ref.”

Eggsy and the rest of the UK Kingsmen looked at their coach expectantly and he raised his eyebrows.

“Harry Hart.”

Look, I don’t care about sport. And yet I devoured that story because it’s so much more than this and the sport in it just make it all more rich.

Not Good, Doesn’t Mean Bad by @anarchycox - M, Harroxy

Harry and Roxy have broken up, but now a mission has them playing a happy couple. It is very easy to pretend to be in love, when you never stopped.

While I completely adore the Knitter Eggsy Verse and everyone should go read it NOW, I decided to rec this Harroxy fic instead because DAMN we need more Harroxy and this one is just so good! Harry is an idiot, but he’s lucky Roxy is more than ready to think for him.

Tulips | Alfie Solomons [part 3]

Summary: [part 3] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomas have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggest an aliance by marriage.

16+ only

Days of you moping around and sobbing passed before you stepped foot out of your’s and Alfred’s shared room. He didn’t dare step foot in there once, not after he tried to sleep in there on your wedding night and you woke up screaming at the top of your lungs and crying out to him that you hated him and wanted to go home.

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