Merlin was confused. This couldn’t be happening. Not here in the fucking corridor, tear tracks still staining his cheeks. Not with Eggsy’s suit torn to shreds, gash on his head slowly bleeding.
“No, Galahad. No, we’ve both just had a shock. This is the first time you’ve been out of communication for more than a few hours.” He pulled Eggsy to his feet, “you know I love you Eggsy, but no, this isn’t you. This is the adrenaline.”
Eggsy frowned, pulling out of Merlin’s grip. “No, Merlin,” he said angrily, “you don’t get to tell me what I’m fucking feeling. This isn’t fucking adrenaline.” Eggsy took a deep breath and reached for Merlin’s hand. “I came really fucking close to never coming back and I … I realized I don’t want … I don’t want there to be any question who my heart belongs to if I don’t make it back. I love you Hamish, more than anyone, more than anything. Marry me.”
Fresh tears fell from Merlin’s eyes. He reached with his free hand to cup Eggsy’s cheek, thumb wiping a stray tear. “There is no question Eggsy, I love you. More than anyone, more than anything.”
“So is that finally a yes?”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this in the fucking corridor, but yes Eggsy. I will marry you.”
Grinning, Eggsy reached with his free hand and pulled Merlin close, turning his head to kiss Merlin’s palm. “I couldn’t wait,” he shrugged, leaning up to meet Merlin’s lips. He grunted when Merlin’s fingers grazed the wound in his head. “I had to know,” he grimaced, pulling back to look Merlin in the eyes, “had to be certain, and fuck romance.”
Merlin kissed him softly on the forehead. “Let’s get you to medical love, we’ll worry about romance later.”
Eggsy dropped his head to Merlin’s chest. “More than anyone Hamish,” he whispered, “more than anything.”
Merlin squeezed him tight, whispering softly in his ear. “More than anyone Eggsy, more than anything.”
“So I know the mission was just fuck up this cock-fighting ring, but…”
“But,” Merlin prompts in his you-are-one-inch-from-being-grounded-for-a-year-young-man voice.
“But I couldn’t just leave them poor birds so I brought them home and now they’re all split up around HQ so they don’t murder each other and they’re all sad and cold and their feathers are falling out and I don’t know what to do,” Eggsy finishes all in one breath.
Merlin pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, calm down. Geraint keeps rescue hens, he knits little jumpers for them until their feathers come back. Let’s start there.”
“Mr Pickle wouldn’t have wanted you to live like this,” Merlin says, because this is the sort of thing he’s resorted to trying now Harry’s grief has levelled up to mania.
“How dare you presume to know what Mr Pickle would want?” Harry snaps at him from their bed, surrounded by terrifying sphynx kittens like two dozen naked bollocks tumbling around in the sheets.
“Fine.” Merlin raises his hands, defeated. “I’m going to work. Wallow as much as you need.”
“Please bring cat litter and gin on your way home.”
Okay, so a fic where Harry finds out that his animagus is a tiny little black kitten, and he’s all like, ‘shit son, this is my chance to stay out after curfew’ but then he’s out one night, and McGonagall finds him and immediately knows it’s him, and just picks him up by the scruff of his neck to deliver his naughty ass back to G Tower while Harry meows at her in indignation.
okay but this is so adorable
I can only see this
brb sCREAMING
Not drarry, but can’t not reblog….
i need a fic of this
‘Okay, then.’ Harry was his first thought as he looks down at his now furry body. Ron grins at him while Hermione sighs and puts a hand over her face. These boys will be the death of her some day.
Harry had wanted to know what his animagus was. So naturally, he did everything he could and concentrated hard and read all of the books and asked Sirius everything. And now that he had finally done it he didn’t know how to feel about it.
He was a cat. No, wait. He was a tiny little black kitten. And Ron was fighting the urge to pick him up and cuddle him forever and ever because he was an adorable tiny little black kitten. Hermione looked like she felt the same, despite how she tried to hide it.
Harry’s second thought as he looks down at his now furry body is that he could get away with some awesome shit.
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The next couple days- and nights to Hermione’s displeasure (Harry wakes the other two up every damn time, and how he even manages to get into the girls dorms is still a mystery.)- were spent practicing going back and forth from kitten to human. Eventually, when Harry was convinced that he could manage transforming as easily as he’d like, he goes into his tiny little kitten form in the middle of an empty hallway.
He has no plans for what to do afterwards, so he just runs around the corridors and meows loudly outside of rooms that he knows people are in and then runs away, cackling when people get confused.
This happens every night for two straight weeks because he’s surprised that he isn’t running into a Death Eater or Voldemort or some shit because that always happens.
Then he runs into another cat. Literally runs into this cat. And then he realizes who he ran into and meows, trying to look innocent and pretend that he’s just some lost pet. But McGonagall isn’t having it. She meows impatiently. Then she leans down and picks him up by his neck and just starts walking. He kicks a bit, lets out a hiss and a few ‘confused’ meows but immediately stops when her eyes narrow as she looks down.
McGonagall carries him all the way back to the Gryffindor common room-which was pretty far away and up some stairs, mind you. Harry lets out meows every now and again but let’s himself be carried, his body stiff. ‘What is she gonna do to me?’ He asks himself. They get to the door and Harry takes a deep breath. McGonagall lets out a huff as she sits him down gently. He turns to look at her. She leans down and licks the fur that was sticking up and nudges him closer to the door, shooting him a glare that held no actual rage. As they transform and walk in their own separate directions silently, he heard her say, “Just like your father. I’ll never forget all the times I walked down a corridor and saw a stag, a dog, a rat, and Remus Lupin standing in it.” Harry just grins.
He does the same thing every single night afterwards. McGonagall waits for him in the same hallway and takes him to her office where she tells him about the Marauders and Lily. It’s the one thing he tells no one about.
Harry and Eggsy attend the Hart Family Reunion. They’re the two top spies at Kingsman, they should be able to handle dealing with Harry’s family for a few hours. It’ll be a breeze!
Spoiler: It is not, in fact, a breeze.
aka the fic where Eggsy looks fine as hell, Harry needs more whiskey, and Cordelia Hart is having the time of her life.
When Roxy walked into the office, she hadn’t planned on catching Eggsy on his knees in front of Harry, Harry’s trousers around his ankles.
But she was a spy and a lady and generally an all-round sensible, practical person who neither shocked easily nor let anything – including her boss’s penis – come between her and her job, so she cleared her throat and calmly said, “Arthur, here are the phone transcripts you requested for the Mulligan case.”
Eggsy made a muffled sound of alarm and started to take his mouth off Harry’s cock in a panic, then appeared to change his mind and shuffled into the footwell of the desk to hide from her instead.
“Thank you, Lancelot,” Harry said, devastatingly formal and polite in an attempt to mask his embarrassment, “you may leave them on my desk and I’ll comb through them this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.” She placed the folder by his blotter and added, “Please remind Eggsy our table at Le Gavroche is booked for eight,” before leaving them to it and cracking up in horrified giggles in the corridor.
Pairing: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger For: Anon Prompter Prompt: #10. Sweaters
“Mum sent this for you, ‘Mione…” Fred tossed her a lumpy brown paper package.
Hermione caught it in midair, an adorable grin spread across her entire face as she realized what it was. "She’s making me jumpers again?“
“Looks that way. You couldn’t avoid it forever.” Fred returned her smile before taking a seat in the armchair nearest her.
“What changed her mind?” she asked, tearing open the paper and staring bleary eyed at the bright green wool jumper. Complete with an ‘H’ on the front.
“Dunno. She probably just needed time to get used to the fact that you and Ronald weren’t going to make a go of it.”
She sniffed. "Ron and I haven’t been together in years. Not since school. And she hasn’t warmed up to idea of you and I in the entire time we’ve been together. We’re bloody-well shacking up and she still won’t address me directly. Something must have happened.“ She gripped the jumper in both hands, staring up at Fred with wide eyes. "She’s not ill is she?”
In which Fëanor lingers on as a disembodied spirit only Elrond and his family can see.
Stop whatever it is you’re doing and read this, its the best thing I’ve ever read. I started choking in class and had to tell my teacher I swallowed my water funny so she wouldn’t know I was laughing at a fanfic.
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