Oh My God, Merlin Fandom We Really Deserve This.

This is fabulous! You’re is hilarious and I love their dynamic, especially Vale leaping from the chair like his life depends on it. Thanks so much for writing.

Hiya, could you do number 1 on the quarantine writing prompts for Silver and Vale please?

“You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”Silver purred, leaning on the arm of Vale’s chosen armchair, well stuffed, near to the window, within arms reach of a coffee table. It was dark red.

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.” Vale dryly said, he was flipping through a notebook, going over the notes of a recent case that would hopefully be going to trial when the quarantine was over. “Can I help you? You are in my light.” Silver got up, walked around the back of  the chair, dragging his fingers across Vale’s shoulders and back, Vale suppressed a shiver. He sat on the other arm.

“Is this better?”

“If you insist.” He said dryly. “Are you just here as an irritating distraction? Or do you actually have some purpose in being here?”

“This is my home.”

“Yes. You are an incredibly observant man. So you have any other shockingly new observations? Anything else that I may have missed?”

“I like this armchair.”

“I can tell. There were three strands of your hair on it when I sat down, and your slippers in front of it. I assume that the position by the window was intended for you to be able to watch the streets.” Vale said, flipping his page. “You like to know what is going on at all times and the view allows you to see who is coming to your door, and when they leave as well.”

“Anything else?”

“It was recently reupholstered, suggesting that you frequently throw yourself down onto it in a pique of melodramatic fitting.”

“Actually it was because I happen to enjoy bringing my bed partners up to this room.” Vale jumped out of the chair, stumbling over Silver’s slippers. “Oh, good lord you are gullible.” He slipped off the arm and landed over the chair. “No, you were… right the first time.” Vale had dropped his notebook in his rush to get out of the seat and Silver picked it up and held it out to him. “Thank you for the entertainment though.”

Vale snatched the notebook out of his hand. “You disgust me.”

“Would whiskey make you feel better? There’s a drinks cabinet over there.” He waved his hand toward the sideboard at the side of the doors. “If you fancy one, feel free to pour me a glass too.” Vale was going to snap back at him that he wasn't a servant, but a glass of whiskey sounded like a good idea, so he opened up the cabinet and plucked out the first bottle that he found, holding it up to examine it.

“This is good stuff.” Vale mainly said to himself as he unstoppered a bottle and splashed some into a glass.

“Of course it is.” Silver replied with an idle flutter of his fingers. “I have superb taste in alcohol, amongst other…” He watched Vale bend over to put the bottle away again. “Things.” He finished.

“I doubt you have good taste in most things.” Vale replied. He put the glass within Silver’s reach and kept the bottle in his hand. “I will give you this though. Thanks for the drink.”

“You’re welcome!” Silver called as Vale let the door shut with a thunk behind him.

Awww, they’re so cute! I loved this! Also big congrats on not murdering anyone, I’m proud. Thanks for making it, was awesome.

Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.

"It's so cold."

"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.

He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.

"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."

"No whiskey?"

"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.

"It was a nice night."

"It still is."

"Its raining."

"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."

"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"

"I'm not the cuddling kind."

"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.

Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.

And no one died!

Ooh, thanks so much! I can’t wait to get start on all these, there’s so many it’ll be a real treat!

Hiya, do you have any fairytale aus? Thanks for your work by the way, I love this blog!

Hello friend! So happy that you’re enjoying this work. The Librarian got to discover new fics on this fun theme, so this ask was a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy some of these as well.

Wolfstar Fairytale AUs

Untold Blessings by @aryastark-valarmorghulis

Magic once existed in England and has finally returned. Mr Sirius Black, a gifted magician, ventures, rash and ill-prepared, into Faerie.

Every Rose Has Its Thorns by shadow_prince

Two beasts, a lot of magic, and a rose garden.

little red riding hood and other misnomers by Someone_aka_Me

Sirius may wear a red riding cloak, but he is no Little Red Riding Hood. But that's okay, because Remus doesn't make a very good Big Bad Wolf, either.

The Kitchens by @lumosinlove

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

prince Sirius and commoner werewolf Remus by Judeyjude 

“I gather you have come to slay the beast?” “Uh.” Sirius stared at the man lying on the grass. There was not a line of tension in his body, and he hadn’t dignified Sirius—Prince Sirius—with a single glance. “Er, yes. Right. The beast. Werewolf. Do you, uh, know where…it dwells?” The man snorted and turned the page of his book.

The King I Could Become by @randoyoyo

Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They’ll be able to take down this threat…if they can survive each other’s presence first.

Snow Black -orphaned account

Sirius Black - more commonly known as Snow Black - is forced to run away from home when his father attempts to have him killed. What he doesn’t expect is to get caught up in a scheme to steal the crown from none other than Prince Lupin himself.

The Odds of Faith in the Face of Doubt by @musesfool

Remus learns to believe in the fairytale.

Grimsfall by @remus-john-lupin

There is a legend in the old city of Grimsfall that a large, black creature used to emerge from the forest at night, and anyone who met its gaze would be driven to madness before the thing dragged them into the depths of hell.

Books, Swords, and Other Things Found in Forests (A Robin Hood/Historical AU) by @alienfairyprincess-blog

The man flicked his sword to Remus’ throat with a cocky grin. “Your book or your life.” “Book.” The wolfstar/marauders Robin Hood AU nobody asked for!

The Moon's Favourite Son and the Guardian of the Forest by @shaggydogstail @artymakeart

When Remus was a little boy, he used to listen to stories told by the wind which came down his chimney. When he became an adult, he travelled to the place those stories came from, a magical forest far away. There he met Sirius, so beautiful and mysterious it was like he'd stepped straight out of a story book himself, and better yet Sirius promised to grant him three wishes.

The Tale of the Prince of Caelor by bluepeony

Set in an Arcadian land of dragons, elves and magic, Sirius is a prince and Remus his lowly servant.

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My eyes, my eyes!

One of these days I am going to have to think of the crackest ship that there is and write something for it

I'm thinking Irene x Ao Shun

Ya'll be like "Shang was having a bi freak out, realizing he was into Ping". NO HE WASN'T. He already knew he was into men. His bisexual freak out was when he realized Ping was Mulan and hey maybe he's into girls too whatdoya know?

Yeah, when Silver approves, that’s pretty much a guarantee you’ve got something wrong. 😂

Ha, this would be fab!

Me: has four prompts to respond to

Also me: new fic idea involving Irene and Kai in a gym room in the Library (they probably have them) a pole and an interruption from Liu Xiang

This is super adorable! Silver and cats go perfectly together, thanks for writing.

Could you write Silver getting a cat please?

Silver smiled, the corners of his lips curling slowly as he listened to the kitten purr as it eagerly nuzzled its forehead against the side of his leg. “That will not make me go any quicker.” He muttered, not that the pet would ever respond with much more than a Miaow or even more purring.

He regularly spoke to the cat now that it was a semi-regular staple in the house, coming and going as it pleased, he wasn’t even entirely sure on the creature’s name, he just called it ‘Little’, but always coming around the same time in the evening, when Silver was preparing a meal.

He could have had a maid do it, but Silver found something quite enjoyable in the art of cookery, something about the way that he could put his own unique twist on classic recipes, and the way that whoever he was dining with for the night would savour their meal, before their dessert upstairs.

But tonight, it was just Little that joined him, jumping up through the window that he’d left open to allow them in, and then down again, to slink around his ankles and serve as a tripping hazard as he searched for the bundle of rosemary in the cupboard.

He kept some fish, usually just tinned mackerel, for Little, but as he was cooking fish for himself that night, he had put some to the side, covered with a glass dome, for Little to eat with him.

“If you will be patient, we can sit down and eat together.” Silver said, finding the herbs out, more for garnish than anything, in some of the more high tech worlds that he had visited (he hadn’t particularly enjoyed them even if the mobiles had made finding partners so much easier)he could have made a killing posting pictures of his meals to one of the various social media sites that they all seemed to have. Instapin or something like that, he couldn’t remember.

He scooped Little up and put them on a cushioned chair, he then frowned and left the room. He came back in with two more cushions, picked Little up again (who had jumped up onto the counter to sniff at his meal) and set him on top of the two cushions on top of the chair, so that he could reach his plate.

“There we go, a little more civilised.” He collected their plates and set Little’s down. “Bon Appetite.” He had a glass of wine by his seat and toasted the kitten. “What a way to spend a birthday.”

I mean, it’s not really his cat, but the cat does have him very well trained?

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t