wow it's been a while since i did something from merlin

with you

for my hp girls @poppypomfrey & @bisexualbvffy. love you. 


I miss him. I miss him. Have I said that yet? Because I do. I miss him and it is awful and I cannot help myself.

“Snape’s an arse. He always was an arse.” Marlene says, throwing a Quaffle in the air and lying on my bed when we’re meant to be studying for charms. I grip my bedpost. Dorcas leans over and hits her.

“McKinnon, shut up.” She looks over at me, gently, like I am delicate. Easily startled. “You don’t need him, Lily. You have us.”

Only- now here is the worst part, the part I can’t ever tell anyone. Occasionally I think I would give them all up if only to have him back. Not how he is now but how he was before, when we were nine years old, on a swing, in a park, with the sun everywhere. That makes me awful. What he did makes me sick and I continue to miss him regardless.

“Lily, please” he hisses at me in potions, because has Slughorn partnered us up again, “I’ll do anything.” his voice cracks on the last word, and I almost give in right there. But then- the field, with everybody staring, wind blowing hair in my face, my heart a chutney in my chest. I set my jaw.

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merthur-sheriarty  asked:

hey :) could you please do something for Merthur - modern au with protective Arthur? (whatever situation you feel comfortable with) ♥

Here you go, lovely! xx

Send me a ship and an AU (preferably Merthur, Bagginshield, Wolfstar or Johnlock)

Arthur had never met anyone as accident-prone as Merlin. For every bump or scratch an ordinary person got, Merlin had at least three more. If other people had bruises, Merlin’s were always deeper. He found it strange because Merlin, while always slightly clumsy, had only recently started showing up almost constantly injured.

And as hard as Arthur tried not to worry (Merlin certainly didn’t seem that concerned about them) it was difficult not to when the man you were in love with looked like a human pincushion most days.

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The "You-Thing"- Fred Weasley

Y/N had been best friends with Fred and George Weasley since second year when she charmed all the Slytherin Quidditch team’s brooms to emit rainbows from behind them for the Gryffindor/Slytherin match. Everyone besides the Slytherin house thoroughly enjoyed the prank, but no one knew who did it. That is, except for Fred and George of course. They claimed they could see the after effects of a very successful prank on Y/N’s face, she claimed she was just happy because Gryffindor won. Fred and George watched her incessantly for the next few days, noting how she suddenly looked immensely smug when the prank was mentioned. They confronted her about this, and she finally admitted to the prank. From then on, the twins and Y/N were inseparable.

Ever since seeing how much Fred had grown over the summer, the way his large grin really fit his face now, the way his beaters’ biceps were protruding from his short-sleeved shirt, and the way her heart fluttered when he hugged her as opposed to when George did on platform 9 ¾ at the start of sixth year, Y/N figured out that she liked Fred.

She was begrudgingly holding Lee Jordan’s pet tarantula for him while he got something out of his trunk when the sixth year Ravenclaw Felicity Dearborn marched up to Fred and simpered “Hey, Fred!”

George grimaced and said sarcastically, “Hello to you to, Dearborn.” Felicity only threw her head back and let out an admittedly sexy laugh leaving Y/N not only anxious and jealous but also a little sexually confused.

“So, Fred. I was wondering when you’d be able to take me out on a date. I’ve been dying for a date with you ever since the end of last year!” She giggled flirtatiously. That comment brought Y/N back to earth. What happened at the end of last year? She thought desperately.

“Oh, I think I’ll be able to let you come to Hogsmeade with me.” Fred answered a little too playfully for Y/N’s liking. She’d forgotten she was holding the tarantula because she was so focused on the intrusion that she let out a tiny squeak she’d been holding in when the tarantula stepped its leg further up her arm. She’d been trying to act tough, but this shook Fred out of his reverie.

“Let me take that from you, love,” Fred said peeling all eight legs of tarantula from her forearm. This was when Felicity gave Y/N a death glare, apparently because she was stealing Fred’s attention from her, and as soon as the gargantuan spider was off Y/N’s arm, she had brushed her bare skin, and mumbled a weak statement of gratitude to Fred, Y/N returned her gaze to Felicity with her favorite fiery stare. She heard George suppressing laughter beside her, knowing full well he was not laughing about the tarantula, but at how Felicity obviously shrunk a bit under Y/N’s glare even though Felicity was a good five inches taller than Y/N.

“Can’t believe you had to save such an infamous Gryffindor.” Felicity said with a new-found bitter and courageous tone to Fred, flicking her eyes to Y/N. Y/N still had her glare of death set on Felicity, and Felicity was noticeably discouraged again.

Fred gave her a hearty guffaw, waving off her condescending tone. “No one saves Y/N. She’s the bravest girl around. She was probably just caught off guard,” he said lightly as he handed Lee back the demon spider. What was he doing in his trunk that whole time? Y/N thought through the fluttering in her stomach at Fred’s words about her.

“You got that right,” George added, talking about Felicity more than the tarantula.

The group split up to say good-bye to their families once more before the train left and Y/N saw no more of Felicity Dearborn that day.

Y/N was playing exploding snap with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet when George sat down next to her and delivered bad news.

“I know you’re gonna love this as much as I did,” he began, Y/N still focused on her game but listening to George all the same. “Felicity not-so-‘Dear'born has successfully landed a Hogsmeade date with Fred.” He said looking extremely forlorn at Y/N.

Y/N cards exploded at the exact time she yelled “WHAT?!”

“Wow, okay I knew you got scary when you’re mad but I didn’t know you could explode things.” George chuckled.

Moving past George’s jibe, Y/N pulled George away from her lost game of exploding snap for the full details on how tragedy went down. George explained Felicity’s back-and-forth banter with Fred and lack of acknowledgment for George with probable increased-dramatics, but Y/N allowed every word to fuel her fire. She was fuming about Fred’s poor life choices for a full eight minutes before George stopped her.

“Do you like Fred?” George asked with an excited glint in his eyes.

Heat rose up into Y/N’s face and she had to tell George the truth because she was way too obvious and he knew her way too well. “Yes.” She huffed out the word with a sigh, immediately crossing her arms over her chest and looking away.

“Oh my Merlin, THIS IS BRILLIANT!” George shouted, and just as Y/N was about to ask why it was so brilliant a voice next to George interfered with “What’s brilliant?”

Fred had just sat down and luckily only heard the last statement. “Y/N has a plan for a wonderful asset to pranking.” George answered.

Y/N tried to give him a “well thanks for putting me on the spot” look, but wasn’t sure if she pulled it off well enough to give George the message and conceal it from Fred. “Yeah, I want to charm a bell onto Mrs. Norris.” Y/N quickly invented. Apparently it was good, because George threw her a wink and a thumbs up while Fred’s face arranged itself into an expression of jubilance.

“That is brilliant!” He said, placing both hands on either of Y/N’s shoulders, making her heart race and her blushing face beam. George looked exceptionally smug now.

Y/N and the twins conjured a bell and placed a permanent sticking charm onto it and Mrs. Norris before going to the Entrance Hall for Hogsmeade the next morning. Finally, Fred met Felicity and rolling her eyes at the way her tall frame draped itself against Fred’s arm, Y/N was guided by George to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. George wanted as many people as possible holding back Y/N from fighting Felicity muggle or wizard style if the situation ever arose. George wanted Y/N to beat Felicity’s ass, but it was probably best not to let her do it in a village full of witnesses.

The day went well for Y/N, though she felt the absence of Fred the entire time. George tried desperately to keep Y/N away from his twin and his twin’s terrible date but failed at the Three Broomsticks. Felicity was sitting alone at a table, Fred had obviously gone to get the two of them drinks. “Little Y/N has to walk around with her protectors because she’s too small and fragile to be left alone.” Felicity crooned as they walked by her table.

“No, Felicity. These people are called 'friends’. I know you’re not familiar with the term because you’ve never had practical experience with these entities, but you are a Ravenclaw and you like to learn. Here I am, a chivalrous Gryffindor, giving you a free lesson.” Y/N fired back savagely. At that, George instinctively grabbed her arm, foreseeing what was going to come.

“Look at your protector now, he seems to be worried about you.” She said, thinking she was going to win.

“I think he’s actually concerned about your safety, Felicity. George knows me too well to feel the need to protect me.” You answered coolly.

“Well, he ought to protect you more when he’s got you hanging around riff raff like Harry Potter.” She said, knowing she’d hit a nerve. Harry was now holding back Ron.

“Ooh, Gryffindors do have bad tempers don’t they!” She sing-songed. Y/N’s blood was boiling and her hand itched to pull out her wand but she was restricted by George.

“Let’s go, Y/N!” George said roughly in her ear, pulling her out of the Three Broomsticks. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed after. George made a mental note to tell Fred about the argument later, it was enough material to keep Fred far away from Felicity Dearborn.

The group was met at Zonko’s when they were in much lighter moods, Y/N only brooding slightly over Felicity Dearborn as she put a biting teacup near enough to a body part Harry very much resented being bitten. Fred laughed as he watched Y/N allowed the teacup to nip at Harry’s ass. Y/N’s laughter at this was short-lived however because her head snapped toward Fred and her mood changed back to the one she got around Felicity Dearborn. “You’re back early,” she said as she threw the teacup aside. It shattered and Hermione gave it an instant reparo, Y/N didn’t notice any of that happening, and Hermione didn’t point anything out to Y/N because she knew what was going on, as Hermione always did.

“Yeah, I was expecting to at least be able to sneak a cheering charm onto Y/N before you showed up.” George said with a sly grin that faltered under Y/N’s glare that was only intensified by thoughts of Felicity.

“Well, Felicity didn’t really want to be with me anymore- why were you going to sneak Y/N a cheering charm?” Fred said. Y/N’s glare shifted toward Fred, but it was a slightly softer version.

“Let me rephrase. Who did Y/N not get to hex today?” Fred added hastily, looking worriedly at Y/N’s glare.

“Felicity in the flesh.” George said matter-of-factly.

“Well then good thing I got rid of her, I don’t want to spend time with someone Y/N wants to hex. Nor do I want to be associated with them, as she’d just hex me too.” Fred said lightly.

“I’d never hex you!” Y/N told Fred, it was a kind ferocity, however, and Fred grinned at the words. “Why did Felicity run away from such an amazing man?” She added, now feeling better than if George had snuck her a cheering charm.

“Well I suggested we see you all, and she asked why and I told her it was because I liked you guys and wanted to see you all. She did not want to do that, and I asked her if we could at least go see Y/N, because I missed her cute face. I guess that’s the wrong thing to say to your date.” Fred finished and Y/N’s eyes were wide and her face looked the happiest it had all day. Her heart was palpitating and she was for once at a loss for words.

“So you used Y/N’s face as a person repellant? I’m gonna have to try that!” George said, earning him a punch in the balls from Y/N.

“Well, girls have never understood how important my best friend is to me.” Fred added, causing Y/N’s hopes to drop instantly as she was momentarily friend-zoned.

“Well I’m sorry girls don’t get the 'me-thing’.” Y/N said apologetically.

“Yeah girls don’t get the 'you-thing’. I think there’s really only one girl that will ever understand the 'you-thing’.” Fred whispered, stepping closer to Y/N.

“Who, Angelina?” Y/N asked, actually expecting that to be the answer.

“Well, maybe two girls, then.” Fred said thoughtfully. “But George has gotta have someone, right?” Fred said through his grin.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Y/N told him. “Who’s the other one?” She asked as she noticed Fred was inches from her face. All she had to do was get on her tippy-toes and their lips would be touching.

“It’s you, Y/N.” He said. Bowing his head in order to close the gap between their lips.