#thefunpotterchild

[mcrcki]

“bloody hell, you can’t be that old, can ya?” ginny felt like a thousands bricks were sitting on her chest, trying her hardest to work through all that was in her mind. she just barely had harry back, they had only been dating for a few months again after the war, and now.. their son.. at their age? “merlin, i don’t know. i thought it was some trick, or some scheme.. but to add this into the cauldron? your guess is as good as mine.”                                                     @thefunpotterchild​ cont. from here

[irresistiibles]

@thefunpotterchild continued from here

“i mean, i know i had missed some stuff in the wizarding world, must have will all the decades passed, but your dad really sounds like something.” she said, half tempted to ask his name. still, it was important that lily didn’t get too much information and potentially mess up her future. she couldn’t help the feeling that he was looking at her oddly. “is something wrong? if there’s something on my face you should just tell me.”

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“james-” ginny didn’t really know how to begin, having noticed the scars on his face, knowing what time of month it was.. she’d know lupin, hermione had told her the signs back when he was their teacher. and she could see something similar happening to her son. “do you wanna talk?” she was new at this whole, mothering thing. new to even knowing she would be a mother in general. all she had was her own mother for inspiration, and for now, ginny hoped that would be enough for james. || @thefunpotterchild from xxx

[merlinemris]

| Closed starter for @thefunpotterchild |

Merlin wasn't necessarily very sneaky. He liked to pretend he was coy, but the truth of the matter was, Merlin read like an open book. Within two days of knowing him, Gaius had managed to not only decide Merlin was a complete novice, but also that he “held more power then he could ever dream. Now if you would just sit down and pay attention, you may learn to control it.” And those were just the old man’s generalizations. Merlin was about 99% positive that that man’s eyebrow was really a device of magic on it’s own, because that just made more sense than Gaius being so perceptive, or Merlin so obvious.

Definitely a magical eyebrow.

And it wasn’t just Gaius who seemed to see right through him. Gwen’s remarkable insight was both a blessing and a curse. Between the subtle glances of “You’ll regret that later” when he formulated another rescue plan for Arthur. The way she popped out her hip when she knew he was lying - which was every time he lied -, Merlin had no hope of sustaining even an air of privacy around her. She knew every little detail about him.

Even, Arthur.. Actually, especially Arthur wasn’t much of a dunderhead as Merlin liked to say he was. He was perceptive, especially when it came to the people of his Kingdom. And Merlin. (Except for the whole I have magic and you didn’t notice for ten years, but, that’s a rant for another day.)

Which is why three days after he started practicing his magic in the groove, he felt sorely exposed.

It had started small. Making the wind blow or starting campfires. As time went on, he was becoming more confident. Soon he was summoning fog, and in turn, morphing it into animals - he was particularly drawn to dragons. The magic thrummed through him like it was always meant to be there. His hairs standing on end and his blood ran gold. The air danced with static and his mouth tasted like syrup. It felt like home. He relished in it. All that mattered was getting to the groove, hiding amongst the trees, and being his real self.

And because he loved it so much, of course it would be taken from him.

He was in the middle chatting to a dragon he’d made, when the crunch of leaves startled him.

He narrowed his eyes and held out his hand, “You must hide, young warlock." "Kilgharrah, now is not the time to reprimand me,” He retorted in a whisper. “That is where you are wrong. There is always time to teach you a lesson.” “Quiet.” “Only if you hide.” “Fine."

With that, magic-induced-Kilgharrah faded and Merlin ducked behind a tree (where he tripped on a root and landed on his bum, but the sentiment was there, and he was still out of sight, albeit with a slightly sorer arse than when he started).