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Awakening (Angel of Music, Harry Hook x Fem!OCReader) - Chapter Five

Hi guys! Sorry this took so long, definitely didn’t post it as soon as I wanted but it’s still dark out so let’s pretend it’s on time! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist!

Summary: Harry and Azalea stumble deeper down the rabbit hole of their relationship, an interesting reunion plays out, while tensions heat up the Siren and Pirate. While across the seas a realization has Fairy Godmother shocked to the core.

Warning(s): Language, Mentions of Blood, Sexual Tension

Word Count: 4,380

Harry Hook was a drug. Azalea simply could not get enough of him. Her half an hour trips were filled with wandering hands and kisses as she was pressed up against the closest withering dead tree. She felt like she was flying when she was with him, her heart threatening to burst at the seams. The pull to each other only intensified, an unquenchable thirst had them counting the seconds until they would see each other again. She was head over heels for the Pirate, her buried feelings bubbling over the rim. Azalea had never felt more alive, but that statement could be taken for what it was, the poor girl had not experienced much. Harry had never felt so happy? He could not find the correct words to describe the pounding sensation he felt in his heart every time he looked at Azalea or the way his heart almost hurt when he kissed her and when she would whisper his name between those kisses. His chest was always tight when they were apart, like he could not breathe until she was back in his arms. It was an odd situation and new feelings were arising in them both, but they both welcomed it with open minds. The two were not easily separated either. Every night proved difficult for Azalea to return home, “One more” turning to dozens of kisses as Harry’s arms stayed locked around her. A Pirate and a Siren, the irony was not lost on them.

A week since the night on The Lost Revenge, Harry returned to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, the motley crew still hanging there in the absence of their Captain.. His lips were still swollen, a result of spending his past half an hour with Azalea at their secret cliff, as he walked through the shabby seaweed green swinging doors entering the restaurant. He checked his sword into the barrel and sauntered over to the counter, hopping over with ease. He plopped down next to Gil, the boy still choking down yolks. Cook emerged from the kitchen handing a tray of fish and chips to Harry, before bustling over to deliver more trays of slimy seafood to villainous customers. Harry picked at his tray besides Gil, the two of them silently eating, as the obsolete television droned on about “VK Day”, the picking of next four set to occur in a little over a month. Harry still felt that Azalea should apply, he did not feel like an important enough reason to stay.

“I said together or not at all” her breathing labored and swollen lips parted as she was flushed against Harry’s body and the rough tree bark. “Don’t let that go to your massive ego either, I’m not leaving my parents”. Harry opened his mouth to argue her reasoning and her statement about his ego, but her soft warm lips pressed against his once again, silencing the Son of Hook immediately.

Harry, of course, did not want Azalea to leave, but the selfless thought kept eating away at the back of his mind. Harry knew things between them were going well, too well, and life was bound to throw him a curveball soon. Nothing good ever lasted for the Pirate: his mother, his childhood friendship with Azalea, the attempt to get the wand, even his Captain was gone. The Isle ruined everything and everyone Harry came in contact with, he feared for Azalea. Nothing good survived the Isle.

An hour later, most of the crew had left, going on their assigned routes, back home, or to the ship. Harry and Gil remained at the Chip Shop counting the revenue collected on several of the crew’s routes, conducted earlier in the night. The task proved to be difficult, neither of the boys knowing how to count very well. “Hey who was that girl the other night on the ship, the one with the cool mask?” Gil buzzed attempting to stake the rusty coins into a looming tower. Harry’s head snapped up, how did Gil know about her? “You - You saw her?” Harry quizzed surprised, Azalea had not mentioned meeting the blonde boy, but then again the two did not talk much that night. “Yeah man, she disarmed me of my sword and then I showed her to your room!” Harry narrowed his eyes at Gil, his face scrunching up confused, there was a lot to process in that sentence. A random girl, to Gil, showed up, disarmed him, and he showed her to Harry’s room, no questions asked? Harry opened his mouth to chastise the boy, but loud clanking metal pulled both of their attentions away from the conversation and to the flimsy doors. Harry heard the clanking continue, the sound of swords clashing, before a loud disgruntled groan was heard. Harry curiously jumped over the counter, the movement knocking down Gil’s coin tower, earning a “Hey!” from the Son of Gaston. Harry ignored his First Mate, rushing out the door, grabbing his sword from the sword check barrel in the process. Outside the fishy restaurant was an unkempt filthy Pirate down on his knees, an unpolished blackened sword pressed to the back of his neck while a shining freshly sharpened sword was pressed to the front of his neck. A small stream of blood trickled down his prickly neck as a hooded black figure held the swords keeping the Pirate down. “I dare you to finish that sentence” the figure seethed, Harry instantly recognizing the otherworldly voice, a proud smile appearing on his face. “What’s this lass?” The hooded figure’s head shot up the white mask, belonging to the girl he adored, reflecting Ursula’s glowing eyes on it. Azalea’s hardened eyes melted at the sight of the Pirate in the red leather jacket, an almost wicked smile creeping onto her lips. “Ol’ pegleg here made a very crude remark, decided to show him that’s no way to treat a lady” she smirked pressing the swords tighter around the one legged man’s throat. Harry’s smirk dropped at her words, a menacing look taking over, his blue eyes darkening as his anger and mild crazy took over. His grip on his hook tightened strutting over to the grounded pirate. Harry ran his hook across the man’s face, a look of fear already existent. Harry looked to Azalea nodding for her to remove the swords. She immediately drops her tight stance, tossing the pirate’s blackened sword over the docks and into the sea below. Harry lifted the man up by the lapels of his jacket, “If ye even look at her again,” Harry grinned maniacally, accent thicker as he returned his hook to the man’s dirty face trailing it down his neck, “I’ll do more than just hook ye, I’ll feed ye to the crocodiles!” The man nodded rapidly, before Harry finally let him go.

The man quickly limped away as Harry turned to look at a smiling Azalea, his dark crazy edge creeping away at the sight. “The crocodiles huh?” Harry rolled his eyes at the girl, Gil’s head popping out of the restaurant, curious as to why Harry had not returned yet. “What happ- Hey! It’s you again!” Gil grinned rushing out to greet Azalea. “Hi Gil” Azalea giggled as the blonde Pirate scooped the Siren up into a bear hug. “Harry, this is the cool girl I was talking about!” Harry scoured at the sight before him, he was not used to Azalea being around anyone, he always had her to himself. “What are you doing down here Lass?” Harry grumbled, practically pulling the curvy girl from Gil’s tight grip. Azalea laughed turning to the obviously jealous Harry, a small pout on his lips. She was apprehensive to dish out why she had snuck out and down to the docks in search of the young hook wielding Pirate. What if he did not want to? What if he laughed her face? The Isle was not exactly the place where this occurred.. She bit her lip, her brown eyes shifting over to watch an eavesdropping Gil, unsure whether to tell her reasoning with him around. After all, Harry had a reputation to maintain… Harry caught on to her flickering eyes and cautious silence, instantly shooing his First Mate away. The Son of Gaston frowned, “Bye masked girl” “It’s Azalea” she corrected him. Harry sent her a questioning glare, what happened to the Mysterious Siren who wiped memories from the Market almost 3 weeks? “What? He’s a friend Harry” Azalea threw back, eyebrows raised questioningly. Gil smiled at her words, “Well, bye Azalea!” “Bye Gil!” Once he stepped back into the Chip Shop, Azalea turned to Harry, a nervous smile on her face. “My mom wants to meet you...again” she clarified watching Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes lifted in surprise, not what he had expected, and they furrowed along with his dark eyebrows. “How did she find about-” Harry gestured to the two of them, last he knew Azalea had not disclosed the recent development in their relationship to her mother… yet. Azalea rolled her eyes as she pushed her leather hood off, sweeping a mass of curls off her shoulders, Harry’s eyes trailing down her neck. Three small purplish red marks adorned her pale skin, “these are kinda a dead giveaway”. A prideful smirk worked its way onto the Pirate’s face as he lifted his cold metal hook to carefully trace over the sensitive skin. “I’m sorry Lass” Harry’s pleased grin, looked anything but. Azalea squinted her eyes at the devilishly handsome Pirate, her drug, the sarcasm oozing from her next statement, “Oh I’m sure you are”.

Harry never thought he would ever be in this position, especially on the Isle. They boy was almost nervous as he treaded up the now familiar pathway, the next afternoon. He had raged turf wars less frightening than this, kidnapped the King with ease and confidence. That was his area of expertise, he was good at being bad, but this was uncharted terrain. How bad was he going to be at trying to be good? Harry’s boots crunched on his way through the poorly plotted out tombstones, not a single straight line or clear direction found amongst them. “Look at what the crocodile dragged in!” Harry looked up at the second chained iron gate, seeing a white and black clothing smiling figure. He smirked observing the unmasked girl on the other side of the gate, “Look at what the chandelier dropped in”. Azalea’s eyes widened at the mentioning of her father’s infamous evil act, dropping the massive chandelier on unassuming opera patrons. “You did not just say that” Azalea laughed. “Aye Lassie, you started it with Tick-Tock” Harry quipped back as Azalea unlocked the gate for him to enter. Harry slid through, a nervous smile on his face as he looked down at the equally nervous Azalea. She quickly hopped up placing a quick peck on his lips, before asking “Are you ready?” “Nope” “Yeah me either”. The two interlocked hands and headed up to the small hidden house.

Opening the door, the basically empty house made Harry’s eyebrows furrow, “um?” “I told you looks could be deceiving!” Azalea smiled pushing the rusting white fridge to the side, revealing a hidden stone staircase underneath. “What the fuck!” Harry eyed the staircase an impressed look crossing his face. Azalea gestured for him to follow her as she started her descent down the stairs. At the bottom, a warm glow welcomed them along with a soft singing voice. Exiting the small hallway, Harry gaps at the magnificent stone cavern before him. Hundreds of candles burned creating a warm light around the whole house, the layout open exposing almost every corner of the house, besides the two closed doors diagonally across the house from each other. There was a slight exposed upper level, a kitchen in the far right, an organ in beautiful condition in the room next door. Before him was the empty living room, the furniture worn but not abused and ruined. Like many villains on the Isle, their homes were transported here when they were banished. His father and mother had the Jolly Roger, Maleficent had Bargain Castle, and the Phantom must have gotten his hand carved stone house from beneath the Opera House. On the upper level, just to his left and up the small staircase was a cluttered room with an equally cluttered desk and bookshelf. The singing woman stood before the bookshelf, placing a few books back onto the almost full bookshelf. “This is amazing” Harry announced gaining the attention of the curly haired woman. “Harry!” She grinned excitedly, a slight accent detected amongst her voice, as she rushed down the small steps on his left. The woman threw her arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. “Mom!” Azalea exclaimed blushing embarrassed. “Sorry” Christine stated pulling back to examine Harry closely. Christine looked almost the same from when he was a boy: wearing white, her brown curls pinned back, her peachy lips stretched into a grin, and her brown eyes glistening. Harry knew where Azalea had gained most of her beauty from. The only thing new was the slight grey strands hidden in her curls and the wrinkles forming around the corners of her eyes. “I’m so happy you came” she announced. Harry nodded in response unsure of what to say, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Christine continued softly, “I’m so sorry about what happened when you were a boy, I should’ve stepped in, fought harder against it”. Harry recalled Christine’s distraught face from that horrible day, the Phantom’s determined protective one surfacing too. Harry had wanted to be mad when his memories first returned, but Azalea’s presence seemed to simmer the urge that night. Perhaps he had missed his forgotten friend so dearly he did not want to waste time, or it was the alluring attraction between them that dowsed the anger. His kohl rimmed eyes flickered over to Azalea’s hopeful expression before returning back to Christine’s sincere eyes. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” The words felt foreign on revenge filled Harry’s mouth, but they were sincerely true, it was not Christine’s fault. The Phantom would of made sure it happened despite his wife’s retaliation, the fear for his gifted child too strong.

Christine’s smile widened, nodding softly as a silent understanding passed between them. Christine turned to her daughter, her practical spitting image, “Show him around while I find something for us to eat”. Her mother climbed back up the stairs, walking around to the far right where the small marble kitchen was. Azalea nodded at Harry, queuing him to follow, as she walked across the living room to one of the closed mahogany doors. Azalea opened the large door stepping inside, Harry following suit. It was a decent sized bedroom, bigger than anything Harry had ever had, with a large red circular bed pressed against the back wall, cream colored curtains draped around it, and small window above it. Harry smirked at the window, knowing precisely how the little sneaky Siren escaped at night. Harry looked at the white desk, sketches and books scattered it, right by the door and the chipping white wardrobe on the other side of the door. Next to the wardrobe was a small fireplace chiseled into the stone and a small black chair, a black leather violin case seated carefully on it. “This is my room” Azalea shrugged. The room was as elegant and alluring as the girl beside him. “Ah, so this is where you lie awake at night thinking of me!” Harry teases earning a soft punch to his left arm. Christine eyes the pair from the kitchen, their electric current pulsating strongly before her knowing eyes. The same undeniable chemistry between them, as from when they were children, only now it was stronger, a sleeping bud bursting into bloom. Her husband’s overprotective face popped into the Soprano’s mind, a problem the happy two would inevitably have to face, but not today.

Azalea pushed her hair forward, hoping to cover any marks Harry may have left in his awake, during their nightly “meeting”. She descended down the stairs, pushing the red button to once again conceal the staircase, and entered the living room where her parents sat waiting. Her mother looked at Azalea’s flushed skin, messy hair and swollen lips, a knowing smirk on her face. Christine, perhaps, should have been more concerned with the recent development in Harry and Azalea’s relationship, but the hopeless romantic knew the two of them could only be kept apart for so long. Today’s secret lunch had only confirmed her 11 year suspicion, Harry Hook was her daughter’s True Love... She had never told Azalea about her theory, afraid to cause her daughter even more heartache, but now that they had found each other again, Christine knew she had to find a way to tell her. Erik, was living in an ignorant bliss as to his daughter’s appearance. She was not bloody and injured, that was the only thing he noticed. “No incidents Papa” Azalea smiled leaning down to kiss both of her parent’s cheeks, ready to climb into her comfortable bed. “Angel would you sit down for a moment?” Her father asked, tone unreadable. Azalea eyed her mother nervously, had he found out about Harry? Her mother discreetly shook her head no, reading the terror in the girl’s eyes. Azalea internally let out a sigh of relief, she was not ready for that conversation argument with her father. She sat down on the couch next to her father waiting for him to delve into his announcement. “I’ve been thinking, you have been doing exceptionally well during your night trips. Perhaps it may be time to try something new…” Azalea looked at her father questioningly, would this affect her time with Harry? “Tomorrow afternoon I am allowing you to go down to the center of the Isle for an hour”. The shock rang through the house, Azalea and Christine both stunned by Erik’s words. A slow smile worked its way onto Azalea’s face the realization hitting, “Papa really?” Before the unmasked man could even respond, Azalea was tackling him into a hug. The man laughed returning his daughter’s eager embrace, he knew he needed to loosen his leash on her. He trusted her, truly, but he did not trust the world. His daughter pulled back hopping over to her mother excitedly. He eyed the almost unrecognizable girl besides him, wondering where the time went. What had happened to his small 4 year old chubby daughter, who sat with him at the organ, singing the sheet music before her with ease? What happened to the child he caught wearing his mask, pretending to slam down on the organ keys dramatically? Where was his toddler who used to run through the stone house, giving him a heart attack at every sharp turn and stumble? She had matured and transformed into a woman overnight. He looked to his beautiful daughter, the one he so desperately wanted to protect and hide from the harsh world, but a bittersweet feeling came over him. She did not need his constant protection as much...

The old clock that hung from Azalea’s wall read 3:15 a.m., she was tossing in bed, an odd warm feeling falling over her. She was so thrilled that her father was finally trusting her to go out during the day, she could not wait to see her Pirate. The warmth in her body seemed to catch ablaze at the thought of Harry. She wanted, NO, needed to see him. Azalea threw the covers off her, climbing out of bed, and headed to her wardrobe.

Harry could not explain the feeling inside, the odd drive pushing him to the graveyard. He felt as if he could not breathe, needing to see the Siren, who he had luckily already seen twice today. Harry was not sure how he was going to get through or over the large locked gate, but he was determined to try. Creaking metal hinges, pulled the Pirate’s head up, someone emerging from the graveyard. The black cloak and white mask made his lungs feel even tighter. The Siren was dressed in a faded black puffy pirate shirt tucked into a dark red skirt, her signature white missing. She was dressed in his colors, Harry groaned his ocean eyes shifting to a stormy blue. Azalea finally looked up seeing Harry’s intense gaze and frozen white and black figure in front of her. His signature red jacket missing… “What are you doing here?” Azalea sounded breathless, the strong force making them both take a large step closer. “Had to see ya, can’t explain it” Harry panted, practically sweating despite the Isle’s signature cold nights. “Me too” they both stepped closer at her response, only a few feet left now in front of them. “This isn’t some Siren call is it?” Harry tried to tease but it came out choppy and almost desperate sounding. “No why would it be affecting me too?” The air between them was stifling as the heat radiated off of them, polluting the night. Azalea and Harry watched each other the pull becoming harder to resist. Two magnets when in close proximity will actually draw each other in, until they connect. Harry and Azalea practically fell into each other's arms, kisses sloppy and misguided. Azalea ran her bare hands through Harry’s dark messy hair, tugging gently on the ends. Harry let out a pleased moan, muttering “cliff?” Azalea pulled back, her mask hiding her deep blush, “I was thinking your room?”. Harry’s eyes widened, inhaling sharply, were they really taking that step? He observed the girl who turned timid underneath his gaze, her lips red from his mouth. A Pirate and a Siren, how ironic. Harry nodded slowly dipping back down to kiss Azalea feverishly. Harry would let her lead him to his demise any day…

The next morning, the Daughter of Maleficent, sauntered through the empty halls of Auradon Prep. Summer was in session, the students returning home for the two month break. Excluding official Royal business, Mal did not expect to be back at Auradon Prep so soon after graduation. Ben, Jay, Evie, and her had just graduated a few weeks prior, the group clad in long blue gowns and caps. Mal smiled at the memory, she never thought she would have gotten here. Mal stopped outside the large extravagant hand carved Teakwood door, the blue and pink sign reading, “Head Mistress~Fairy Godmother”. Mal knocked heavily, hearing a “come in” shouted from the other side. Mal opened the door poking her purple head through the door first, “Hi Mal!” Fairy Godmother greeted ushering for the girl to enter fully. “Hi Fairy Godmother, you wanted to see me?” The woman in light blue sat behind her teakwood desk, more hand carved designs embellishing the wood. “Yes dear, I’m afraid I need your help identifying two people.” Mal furrowed her eyebrows at the odd request, moving to stand by Fairy Godmother’s side. The Headmistress handed Mal a grainy photo taken from a surveillance cam at the Isle’s Docks dated for last week. The two unidentified people were villain kids, a Pirate in a red leather jacket adorning a hook and a girl in a black hood and a white mask covering most of her face. “That’s Harry, Son of Hook and I’ve never seen the girl before, but I can only assume she is the rumored child of the Phantom.” Mal concludes placing the photo back down onto Fairy Godmother’s desk. “Rumored?” Fairy Godmother questioned looking down at the photo again, the blurry white mask almost taunting the woman. “Every villain has a kid, but we only ever saw him. But he bought a lot of fabric and food for a man of such a thin build.” The Headmistress nodded looking off into thought. “Did they do something?” Mal pondered, wondering why exactly the woman had requested an audience with her over something like this. She expected more VK Day preparations… Fairy Godmother looked back up at Mal, “do you recall Good Use of Magic class?” Mal nodded, vaguely remembering the class from her first year at Auradon Prep, waiting for her to continue. “Well remember when we discussed the topic of True Love’s aura?” Mal nodded once again, “Yes and how it is unseen to many”. “Yes well, it first shows up on my radar,” Fairy Godmother tapped her computer screen, “ when they share True Love’s First Kiss and then continues to emit the aura for the rest of their days.” Mal continued along with the woman’s brief history lesson, wondering how this related to Harry and the masked girl. “Every True Love couple has a special personalized colorful aura, like King Ben and yours is Royal Blue and Purple. Theirs,” her light blue manicured finger pointed at the picture, “is Red and white”. Harry Hook has True Love? Wow they really do mean there’s someone for everyone! “It’s rare that True Love is found on the Isle, True Love is pure and good.” Mal silently agreed, despite for the rare exception, the Isle was not good or pure. “No offense Fairy Godmother, but that does not exactly explain what they did?” The Headmistress sighed, looking over at her dark computer screen. “ I receive an alert every time True Love is found, this time it was on the Isle. I’ve only seen a couple True Love’s on the Isle, one being this girl’s rumored parents.” She stopped to clear her throat and Mal was ready to beg for a clear answer. “When one or both of the True Love’s possess magic their aura is stronger than non magical pairs. You possess magic abilities hence why King Ben and your aura is stronger. Theirs is strong too.” “Well I can guarantee you Harry Hook does not possess any magical abilities besides perhaps insanity.” “Then it’s her” Fairy Godmother whispers looking concerned. “What?” “Their aura should not be this strong on the Isle, unless… Bibbidi-Bobbidi!” A realization struck Fairy Godmother, stunning her in her blue swivel chair. “Unless what?” Mal pestered.

“She can access her magic on the Isle.”

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Brb gonna go cry in a corner.

Ok ok but what if Klaus started a tv show or YouTube channel where he talked to various ghosts? Everyone gets these halfway conversations that he somehow manages to make hilarious. He interviews famous dead people. Ben and Ronald Regan get in a fist fight.

OMG SO MUCH YESSSS

Imagine his collabs though? James Charles would be doing his makeup and Klaus spilling the tea about a ghost that’s been causing drama with Ben 

Guuuuys, okay, what if after Arthur is put to rest, Merlin puts himself into internal sleep. Merlin not wanting to live in a world without Arthur but also not wanting to have to see his friends and family leave him. He will only wake when Arthur returns.

So there is a legend of a man that does not age laying forever sleeping in the catacombs of the to be Camelot's castle. Some tour guides will mention the rumor, "They even say that Merlin still rests below these very grounds. Waiting for his king to return again."

Queen of Camelot, Guinevere, was left with with this secret and respected Merlin to let him sleep. And forever on, Merlin's secret was passed on only to the next to reign over Camelot. Then onto today whoever reigns over England.

He is unmovable by his magic. The room is sealed and can not be worn by time or natural disaster. It effectively keep the castle persevered through wars and extreme weather.

On tours it is a fun pitstop to ask if anyone wants to see if they are the one and only true King of Camelot. As the door to Merlin's tomb will not open unless it is Arthur trying to open it. Since it is unopenable most tour guides just assume the room is collapsed on the other side so it is really just a jest to them.

On one of the tours they don't even mention the door but one guest stops in front of it and asks, "What's through this door?"

The tour guide perks up at the question. "Oh, well that would be Merlin's tomb. Where sleeps indefinitely until his King returns." He bravos and the blonde guest just takes in the door. His dark haired sister shifts on her heels behind him.

"It's just a door. I bet the room is just rumble." She remarks and the tour guide gets defensive. "No, Merlin is really in there! King Arthur just hasn't come to open his tomb yet!" Yeah, he's bluffing but theres kids in the group, so theres no need to kill their imagination.

The woman scoffs while the blonde makes no comment, still just admiring the door.

"Maybe you should give it a try. Maybe mom and dad named you Arthur for a reason." She teases to her brother and he rolls his blue eyes. "Yeah and maybe that's why they named you Morgana."

"Would you like to try? Theres no harm in it. Just pull on the handle." The guide instruction and Arthur really stares at the worn but almost pristine handle.

"Try! Try! King Arthur!" A kid cheers next to her parents and he sighs. Uncrossing his arms he reaches for the handle while mumbling. "This is ridiculous."

He grasps the rusted handle and pulls.

Nothing.

There's a beat and he stands in almost disbelief. Like something in him knows the door should've opened for him and only him.

Morgana breaks into a hysterical laugh that is way too loud in the tight stone hallway. Something about her teasing makes him feel like he's left out of some joke that's being played on him.

"Aw, I guess Merlin won't be waking this time. Will anyone else like to try.

Arthur grits his teeth together and braces his other hand flat on the door. Whispering unknowingly to himself he prepares to rip the door right off its old hinges.

"Your late Merlin."

He pulls again, rougher this time and the door shifts in its lock. The tour guide cautiously puts his hands up.

"Sir, please it seems it won't open." He says afraid that Arthur might just break the door to a room of no actually suprises.

Morgana has calmed down and crossed her arms with a smirk. "It'll open." She says confidently and the guide pales. Because of course this blonde man is pissed and will get this door open even if it means destroying it.

"Please-"

Arthur rolls his shoulders and steps back. Them again with a whisper to no one, "Sleeping in are we? Not suprising."

He slams his shoulder into the door with a bang. Then reels back for another.

"Wait till I get in there."

He mumbles and pushes and oulls back.

"Sir, your damaging historical property!" He tries to stop him and the kid from before jumps in excitement. "King Arthur! King Arthur!"

He steps back on more time and Morgana snickers. "He sure is stubborn, isn't he?"

"Not helping." Arthur grunts and Morgana is holding her abdomen and tilting her head back with laughter spilling out of her. He tries again and again and nothing but hard thuds against the woods. She wheezes out, "He must me angry Arthur." Then wiggles her fingers with a ghostly howl, "Oooooooo."

Now Arthur nows she is just egging him on not because she truly thinks he's king Arthur, no, she's just an actual witch but with a "b" instead of a "w".

Cracking his neck he hisses to himself, no, to Merlin, "Okay come on Merlin. No more games."

Taking a breath he retracts from the door and his grazes the doors grain until his eyes reast on the handle.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me-" Arthur curse outloud and just turns the handle with a click. Morgana falls to the floor and starts crying laughing not even realizing Arthur had open the door.

Arthur huffs hidding his embarrassment.

"I-it's a turn handle." He informs everyone and takes in the room. Morgana now doing the same from the floor. Everyone slient with anticipation and jaws slack.

Morgana sits up with her elbows and look at the door.

"Oh shit, you opened it." She says what everyone is thinking then stands up in shock. "Holy hell you actually opened it!?"

Arthur shrugs and fully opens the door to see a dark stair case. "I guess so." Then he turns to the guide. "You gave it to me right? Undid the lock or something?"

The guide slowly shakes his head in disbelief, "N-no its impossible. N-no one has ever...."

Arthur grazes down the dark stairs and his feet start to move without thinking.

"Go King Arthur!" The kid cheers breaking the slience and the rest of the parton start to cheer as well.

"King Arthur!" "King Arthur!" "Long live the King, Arthur!"

Morgana stares at them then to the back her brother starting to disappear down into the darkness. She moves to follow him but the door slams shut on her. The harsh sound of the slam shuts everyone slient.

The guide falls to his knees in shock.

Arthur spins around for where the light once came and has now gone. But really with it being completely black he honestly has no idea if he is even looking the right way.

"Shit, of course..."

Turning back around, towards where the stairs descends, he thinks, he grabs onto the wall.

"Merlin some light would be nice before I break my neck and die before I get to you, again."

He attempts, successfully, to take a few steps before an familiar orb of light floats to him.

"Hello again." He greets it and continues down. Then it hits him, who has he been talking to? Merlin isn't really. He's but a story, a rumor.

Then he stares at the orb guiding his way futher down into the catacombs. "What in the hell is that thing and how do I know it!?"

He's voice echo distressed back to him against the stone walls and he hears a groan that doesn't belong to him respond back. Then his feet are flying down the case and almost running after the orb.

Swepting around a corner he feels he's at sometime he's down before stops to watch the orb fly up into the cieling then disburses to light the room.

The flash has him wincing.

Blinking his eyes back open the room is lit and he sees him.

A man laying on a stone mantle with hands intertwined on his stomach. Dark short hair, pale skin, red fabric tied around his neck in contrast to his fair features, a red he knows unwillingly well.

He remembers this shade. He remembers this man. His features.

How could he forget.

He could never forget.

Merlin.

His guardian. His friend. His very much horrible servant.

Merlin.

With hands on either side of Merlin's head Arthur leans over him and smiles down at him.

"I'm not going to kiss you awake if thats what your waiting for, Mer~lin."

Merlin's face scrunches up from peacefully to wanting to break out a laugh. He peaks an eye open at Arthur. "It was worth a try." He says and they both break into a laughter.

Arthur lettting his head fall onto Merlin's shoulder to muffle his laughter. Merlin lets his hand settled on the back his blonde hair.

Their cheery laughter echoing loudly in the dusty space.

They are happy to see each other. They are relived that they really got their second chance. They think this is crazy and absolutely ridiculous but wonderful.

A blessing.

A harsh bang against the door upstairs echoes down to them. Then Morgana's muffled voice barely audible but loud enough to hear.

"Give my brother back you demon! Uther and Ygraine will kill me if I come back without him!"

Merlin snickers again and Arthur comes up to give him a knowing glance.

"Want to mess with her?"

Arthur mocks a gesture as if thinking on it.

"Well she was quite the menace in my past life."

Merlin and him stare at each seriously for a minute then break once more into smiles.

"Yeah, lets go mess with her."

Arthur agrees and grabs Merlin's hand to race together back towards the door. The orb closing up and following after them.

Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

In the mood for a Fic…

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1. i know y'all are probably super busy but if you have the chance, for an ITMF sometime, could i request fics that include nmj being an older brother figure to wwx? like, it doesn’t even have to be the main point of the fic, even just a fic that includes a small part where wwx meets lxc’s partner and it’s his best friend’s big brother who is basically also his older brother (which i’ve seen a few times and crave more of). i just love nmj being a big brother to nhs but also to nhs’s best friend, wwx. if wwx is in a relationship, i’d strongly prefer wangxian. any suggestions, even ones i’ve likely already read, are welcome!!

The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 129k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, NHS/JYL, WWX & NHS, character death, BAMF WWX, inventor WWX, sect leader WWX, WIP) has wwx learning to rely on nmj bc of his role.

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 120k, WIP, WangXian, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by cl410 (M, 58k, WangXian, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “WWX raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks) A really beautiful story

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2. looking for fics where lan zhan & wei ying hook up and have a one night stand but then meet each other coincidentally. either through friends of friends -new job -at the store –just want them running into each other and then getting together

a garden, a tenderness by butterflylungs (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators, Getting Together, casual hook up to friends to lovers, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Wound Tending, Happy Ending, Age Difference, Power Imbalance, wwx’s canon problems with the jiangs, mentioned past wangxian/others, slightly undernegotiated kink, gege kink, Spit As Lube, Overstimulation, this is softer than the tags make it sound)

Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 44k, WIP, WangXian, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, Trying REALLY hard to not still like your Ex, but failing, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, modern cultivator au, Case Fic, LWJ’s canonically big dick, Mutual Pining, Guest-starring LWJ’s canonically poor communication, choices after romantic cave encounters, novel canon relationship dynamics)

Dinner Etiquette by diamondbruise (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, One Night Stands, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

On The Way Home by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 58k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mpreg, Non-a/b/o mpreg, Unprotected Sex, Unexpected Pregnancy, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Pining while fucking) (link in #3)

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3. Hello, mods! Thank you kindly for your amazing work! I’m in the mood for mpreg fics where WWX keeps it secret from LWJ but it all comes together nicely with a happy ending. Canon or modern AU are both welcome! Thank you again!

On The Way Home by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 58k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mpreg, Non-a/b/o mpreg, Unprotected Sex, Unexpected Pregnancy, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Pining while fucking)

SIMILAR! A Scent of Pine in Winter by mondengel (M, 5k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Childbirth, Mpreg) maybe not a fully happy ending, but definitely a hopeful one imo

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4. Hi I love this blog! For ITMF can I have some wangxian being caught together being intimate by someone?

hold me like it’s already said by softserve (aieyai) (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, outside pov)

down that long, long trail with you by Moominmammashandbag (E, 6k, WangXian, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Happy Ending, Married Life, No Powers, Pseudo-History) second in this series

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5. itmf modern fics where wwx disappears for a long time and everyone thinks he is dead only to see him again!! preferably the disappearance is caused by things outside of his control. for nsfw bottom wwx only please

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits, [Podfic] One Good Thing by jellyfishfire)

Let the streetlights guide you home by tellthemstories (M, 36k, WangXian, Modern AU, so much UST, references to drink drugs and underage driving, wwx’s a mess but what else is new?, Car Racing, Street Racing, [podfic] Let the Streetlights Guide You Home by jellyfishfire) originally his disappearance and presumed death is not his fault, but he does continue to stay away voluntarily later. Also can’t guarantee who is top and bottom Excellent podfic

SIMILAR! 🧡 The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, Modern AU, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Junior Quartet is the best Quartet, JYL is the best, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, The Old Guard AU, Temporary Character Death) immortals AU where WWX was *actually* dead

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (E, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Minor Character Death, Injury, Natural Disasters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hospitalization, Accidents, These Things Stay the Same [Podfic] by Rionaa)

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6. Baby a yuan

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (Not Rated, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Father LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Child Acquisition, Domestic, Slice of Life, Christmas references, nothing Bad happens to no one)

There’s a bunch in our compilations:

Parents/Parental WangXian

Single Parent Wei Wuxian

Single Parent Lan Wangji

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7. Hi! For your next ITMF, could you recommend something with gremlin WWX? I’ve read the usuals, like candy and conspiracies and also something with intersect politics in the title tho i don’t remember it’s exact name.. but yeah, anything with gremlin WWX, preferably in modern settings? @flexible-racoon

Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner’s Association Series by Ariaste (M/T, 119k, WIP, XiYao, WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, xiyao and wangxian are both already married, Family Feels, Domestic Fluff, Family Bonding, Slice of Life, Discussions of Past Trauma, wwx’s canonical kinks, HOAverse)

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Ensemble Cast, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU) and arguably any college au

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8. helloo!! for the next itmf could you recommend a fanfic where wei ying goes on a night hunt with juniors and gets hurt? i would be grateful <3

Menace by MnemonicMadness (T, 7k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, LJY & LSZ & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, BAMF WWX, Downplaying an Injury, awkward comforter LQ, Rreluctant matchmaker LQR, Humor, Pining WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Self-Sacrificing WWX, POV LQR, Post-Canon)

Scenes From Three Winters by LtLJ (G, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL canon, Romance, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Issues, Happy Ending, the existential despair of a lan sect banquet, PTSD issues, Body Horror, But just a little, canon typical curses, Bad Parent LQR)

cherry lingers on the stone by ThreePlums (M, 26k, WangXian, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Starvation, Animal Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Dom/sub Undertones, PTSD, Mild Gore)

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9. Hello, for “in the mood for a fic” I got curious the other day about a funny scenario in which, because of reasons, Wei Wuxian ends up having to be the sect leader of Gusu Lan. Maybe cause LWJ doesn’t want to do it, LXC is in seclusion, LSZ is too young, and LQR just feels too old. Does that exist?

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10. Hi! Do you happen to know any yunmeng siblings personality swap fics??

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11. Hello~ Hope you’re all well! I have two requests for the next in the mood for, and would be grateful if you could find something

A) people react to lwj doing something that they won’t expect him to (*cough* like acting like a human being *cough*), and not just wwx seeing it, but many people going, ‘holy did hgj just do that.’ it could literally be anything, canon or modern.

B) nie huaisang and lan wangji friendship please, preferably in the canon universe, doesn’t matter if it’s a divergence tho.

Thanks a lot for your work! @this-one-is-sleepy

11B)

Associates by nirejseki (Not Rated,10k, WangXian, NHS & LWJ, Post-Canon, Past Friendship, New Friendship)

Little Side Door by nirejseki (G, 3k, LWJ & NHS, LSZ & NMJ, Canon Divergence, LSZ in another sect)

We can light a match and burn it down by Ibijau (T, 78k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Pining, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Morally Ambiguous Character, Friendship, platonic marriage, Open Marriage, Happy Ending)

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12. hiiii thank you for all your hard work<33 in the next itmf can i request A) fics for mxtx crossovers with wwx being adopted by hualian and/or bingqiu (set in mdzs/cql/tgmodc) and B) fics in which lwj dumps/hurts wwx then regrets it and when wwx tries to leave he tries to win him back? preferably wwx iz preggy but lwj doesnt know thank you so much! hope you have a nice day💗🌺💮💙❤ @justheretoreadmxtxverse

12B)

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)

What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon (T, 17k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, POV WWX, Sad WWX, Jealous WWX, Canon - Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Break Up, Separations, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, marriage issues, Marriage Proposal)

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You’re an Asshole) by piecrust ( E, 22k, College AU, Porn with feelings, Angst)

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13. Hey there! For the next I’m In The Mood For post, please can I request some fics where Lan Wangji loses his golden core? Either temporarily or permanently. And preferably with lots of angst and hurt/comfort! Thank you!

stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 228k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YL LWJ, LWJ loses his golden core, yiling wei sect, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Temporary Character Death, War Crimes, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Revenge, Protracted Sunshot Campaign, temporary impotence, growing intimacy)

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14. Looking for Wangxian fics that have Lan Xichen as a bad ass and not the spineless passive man he is in the story. I loved his character, but he also annoyed me towards the end. So I would like to find some where he stands up for Lan Zhan, or doesn’t trust Jin Guangyao. Please and thanks! @marietsy40-blog

The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, WangXian, Fix-It, Time Travel, LXC time travels, Canon Divergence, Possessive LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Fluff, Siblings, Romance, Golden Core Reveal, kind of, Golden Core Fix-It) a bit of a cheat cos it’s time travel but it’s got a truly amazing fix it courtesy of lxc

also, stiltonbasket writes some good proactive lxc if you don’t mind browsing a bit

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15. any fics out there that acknowledge that jiang cheng has done some pretty awful things that are STILL jc!friendly or at least like. jc!neutral? i only ever see fics that are either 100% jc bashing and ignore stuff like his own core sacrifice for wwx or 100% jc forgiveness and pretend he did nothing wrong, and i’d love to see something that deals with jc in more shades of gray. (preferably yunmeng bros reconciliation, but idk how much of this exists so i’ll take anything lol)

Hazy Shades of You by nuttinonice (E, 31k, wangxian, incense burner, hurt/comfort, smut w/ feelings, JC & WWX reconciliation, fluff, angst w happy ending)

a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 80k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, post-canon, pining, getting together, established relationship, case fic, JC & WWX reconciliation, first time)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, modern, angst w happy ending, slow burn, kid fic, found family, eventual JC & WWX reconciliation, PTSD, blood & injury, hurt/comfort, trauma, panic attacks)

💖 总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, wangxian, modern, getting together, mental health issues, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression, hospitals, overdosing, eventual happy ending, pianist au)

❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, AU after cold spring, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, JC is actually a lot better than canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, YZY bashing (again not completely) )

Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Canon-Typical Violence, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell)

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, Road Trips, (terrible road trips), Post-Canon, POV JC, Rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, (Ish), Awkward Conversations, JC & WWX Reconciliation, (ish they’re working on it), [Podfic] some good mistakes by kisahawklin)

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16. itmf recs for dark yunmeng siblings? but like not against each other, more of like they kill/maim together or for each other. bonus points if they keep it secret from each other. canon era is preferred but modern au is also acceptable. thank you so much! this blog is a blessing ♥️♥️♥️

The Fourth Path by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (M, 6k, JC & JYL & WWX, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Shuangjiey, unmeng trio, Yúnmèng Siblings Bonding, Demonic Cultivator WWX, Demonic Cultivator JC, Demonic Cultivator JYL, Necromancy, Revenge, Blood and Gore, Broken Bones, Torture, Murder, implied/referenced trauma, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Harm, Changing POVs, bad understanding of demonic cultivation, Hopeful Ending)

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17. Hey!

This is my 1st time using this app so I hope I’m not making a mistake while writing this..?

So I wanted to ask if there’s any fic when after CQL ends, WWX doesn’t come back to LWJ and finds someone else and makes a home away from Gusu. (It doesn’t matter if the other person is a cultivator or not)

I really want to read a story where after everything when LWJ leaves him there breaks the last thread of hope WWX has so he moves on.

Thanks for ur time :) @purhplet09

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

oh i’m sorry,,,,(endgame aside) did i step on your moment?

It’s very funny to consider that at one point or another, WWX, LWJ, and JC have all been single fathers who were also virgins.