#Headcanon for the Moonchaser

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

James is a really good chef but the second someone enters the kitchen and tries to ‘help’ him he has a nervous breakdown

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

A spicy challenge ❤️‍🔥

Warning: some language

Terms used: the word wife and the word Mrs. Otherwise gender neutral

While kirishima has a Pre-Work out brand I think Bakugou would definitely have a Hot-sauce brand (coming from this post by @scandalous-writing I saw a few weeks ago)

To say that katsuki’s hot sauce is hot is an UNDERSTATEMENT

“spark up your flavor with CryBaby hot sauce, hot enough to make fire feel cold” the advertisement would ring out

And that it did make fire feel cold. It would burn your tastebuds off, make a grown man cry, he has some milder flavors because his PR team reamed him about not wanting to loosen up on the spice scale for kids who wanted to be like dynamite and use hot sauce. Most places who have a spicy food challenge would use Katsukis hot sauce. And Katsuki would make sure he was on the ‘champion’ wall of the restaurant.

Despite his thoughts on the fact kids should be able to handle the regular spice he refuses to let you try his hot sauce, he tells you it’s because he doesn’t want to see you hurt (at least that’s what he says, In all honesty he doesn’t think you can handle it) and he’s only get you his mild flavor. so after months and months of begging him to let you try it he finally gives. Katsuki would take you to his favorite ramen restaurant that he knows uses his Hot sauce.

After you two sit down, you order the challenge bowl, this bowl was pork ramen made with Katsukis spiciest hot sauce ‘tongue destroyer’ and came with a glass of water, a glass of milk and the finish bell to signify you were done at any point. The rules were you just had to finish the bowl without going to the hospital, and under an hour. Once the bowl was placed in front of you, you look up at Katsuki who has a sly smirk on his face “you can’t back out now dumbass” he would let out in a gruff voice.

You narrow your eyes and pick up your chopsticks, the ramen is so spicy that your nose lowkey burns, you stare him right in the eyes as you begin to dig into the bowl. Katsuki watches, his face settling back into his usual frown, as you finish the bowl with ease, taking sips of water here and there not bothering to touch the milk. 30 minutes goes by when you set your chopsticks down, pick up the bowl and drink the broth. ringing the bell to signify that you were finished and setting the bowl on the table, wiping your mouth off from any broth that was left you look Katsuki in the eyes “Definitely can’t back out now, can I Suki?” His jaw drops as his eyes flick from you to the bowl. A smirk spreads across his face, “I’ve got one hell of a wife don’t I?”

Your picture would be next to Katsukis on the wall, Katsuki would take you to every restaurant he is on just so he could have your picture up next to his (along with the very small amount of pictures of people who defeated the challenge) and when the Paparazzi caught the wind of you two trying challenges together, You and Katsuki had your faces plastered on covers as you two were sharing a challenge ramen bowl

“MR AND MRS DYNAMITE, QUITE LITERALLY THE SPICIEST HERO COUPLE”

See RiotRage for kirishimas pre-workout

See Smittens coffee for some shinsou fluff and shinsous brand

Take a peak at the Masterlist if you’re interested

[moonyscane]

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

moonchaser but it’s after the prank

[cartersblogabtnothing]

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives is a moonchaser song, not a wolfstar or sunseeker song. IDC!! it just it cmon…. moon…. sun… moony… we call james the sun…. COME ON PEOPLE!!

the first few lyrics of the song is LITERALLY remus lupin:

“Tell me once again, i could’ve been anyone (anyone?) else. Before you made the choice for me,” he could abt talking about his dad or Greyback. Remus’ life was full of choices he never made himself, and he always wanted to be someone else. anyone else.

“We could’ve been anywhere (anywhere?) else,” THEM DURING THE WAR!!! remus and james were close, and during the war james was practically all remus had. he had believed it when other order members had suggested that sirius was the traitor. he and peter were never close, so all he had was james. james, lily, and harry; and he had always wished that he could’ve brought them somewhere else. anywhere else that was safe and sound.

“The moon will sing a song for me,” remus being himself around james, being less sarcastic and more authentic. or: remus being soft and sweet with james bcs he’s in love with him.

“I loved you like the sun,” james loving remus wholeheartedly, similarly to how he loves the sun (which symbolizes warmth and happiness).

“Bore the shadows that you made, with no light of my own,” JAMES DURING THE PRANK!! remus distancing himself from sirius and peter (sirius bcs of what he did and peter bcs he sided with sirius) but also distancing himself from james because of what he could’ve done to him in the woods. james not knowing how to navigate the dark without his moonlight :(

“I shine only with the light you gave me, (1)” remus knowing that he can only be himself around james, and knowing he can really and truly shine with the light james projects onto him. and how he knows james sees him for who he is instead of what he is, or what he pretends to be.

“I shine only with the light you gave me, (2)” james knowing he doesn’t have to be a shining sun around remus, and can sit silently around him instead of having to project and pretend. also james knowing that remus won’t judge him for how he feels, so james can just say what’s on his mind without being made to feel like an idiot.

“We could’ve had anything (anything?) else,” remus to james two days before halloween, 1981, when james told remus he had been in love with him since they were 12. remus to the cold and dead body of his once shining sun, sobbing and begging him to come back so they could have the change they deserved.

“instead you hoarded all that’s left of me,” james’ ghost to remus after halloween, begging him to move on and be happy for once because he fucking deserves it.

the last few “i shine only with the light you gave me,” is james telling remus how he feels two nights before halloween, 1981. james pouring out his heart to his best friend just two days before he dies, giving them absolutely no time to love each other properly.

[maryslouisv]

to speak or to die:

part one: somewhere in northern Italy, 1979 part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

a/n: Welcome! This fic is told from James' older POV. Think of it as him reflecting on this story years later and sharing it with someone else.

In theory, it would be helpful to read CMBYN before reading this, but it's unnecessary. Having watched the film could also count, but several details in this fic aren't included in the movie.

The Potters take the place of Elio and his parents, Remus as Oliver. Lily is Marzia, a character who is interested in James but can see where his heart lies. Marlene is Chiara, who takes a liking in Remus and hence makes James jealous. OCs Matilda, Allah, and Victoria are all based on characters in the original novel, but 2/3 are not vital to the story.

you can read this on archive of your own here! and wattpad here!

Every summer, my father, Fleamont Potter, invites a young college student to stay in our Italian vacation home. Whoever comes around gets to see the sights of northern Italy, make a little money, and get great connections as a striving artist or writer; all free of charge. My mum and dad spend a few days every Christmas flipping through internship applicants, looking for someone with the determination and diligence for the help, my dad might need. They would sleep in the bedroom that was mine any other time of the year, and our rooms would be conjoined by a bathroom and a small balcony. 

Last summer, it was a kind young man called Amos Diggory, who was working on a novel about the history of language and cultures. He was kind to me, my friends, and my family, but he was uptight. I didn’t mind seeing him day in and day out, but every other summer the visitors want to explore the rural area of Lombardy, whereas Amos stayed on the property for the entirety of his five-week stay. 

This year, my parents have kept me in the dark about the new boy coming; all I knew was that he was taller than and older than me, which was a given at this point  Mum kept saying, you’ll love him, I promise.

“Is that this summer’s guest?” Marlene said, pointing out of my open bedroom window, her cigarette going out with it, “He’s pretty.”

I walked over to the window, took the cigarette from her hand, and into my lips, “Oh, he is, isn’t he? Wait here, I have to greet him.” I went downstairs, acting as though I hadn’t seen him pull into our driveway, just getting to the doorway when my parents see me, 

“James!” mum said, cheerfully waving me over, “He’s here!”

“Hi, James,” I said, walking over and reaching out my hand for a nice shake. He leans forward, reaching his right arm over his stomach to stop his bag from falling, his left hand firmly shaking mine. 

“Remus. Remus Lupin,” he announced. Much to my surprise, he had a slight Welsh accent, and though his dialect was serious to my ears, he was smiling brightly and his eyes were turned into crescent moon shapes. “This is a lovely house, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Thank you for welcoming me here,” he added, walking a short distance ahead of me, but still behind my parents. 

“You can call us Effy and Monty, dear,” my mum said, turning her head around at him, “It’s not particularly professional, but everyone calls us that,” she added, wrapping an arm around my dad’s. Remus’ smile faltered, and his eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded nonetheless. 

“James will walk you around the property,” my dad said, pulling out chairs at our patio table, “it’s not huge, but it’s nice to know your way around. Once that’s over, we can have dinner and discuss your plans for the next two months.”

“Then it sounds like a plan,” he said, calmly. “By any chance could I have a glass of water?” Mum had our maid, Matilda, fetch him a glass of water and a few slices of lemon. He thanked her, smiling from ear to ear again, and drank it back quickly. “Well, James, whenever you’re ready.”

This boy had a pretty face, and his unkempt hair somehow framed his face just right. The faint sunburn across his cheeks made him look as though he’d truly lived. His eyebrows, thick and full, fit around his eyes in the most perfect way possible. He seemed too young to be, but he walked with a cane. He slouched over slightly, depending on it to walk around some days. I noticed he didn’t use it every day or at all hours; only when he was most immobile. I wondered, even much later, what caused that. I never asked. But somehow, there was just something about him. Even now, years later, I can’t pinpoint what it was about Remus Lupin. All those years ago, I may have told you his smile seemed faulty, or his accent fake. But now, as someone wiser and conceivable, I could not tell you what it was about Remus that irked me. 

 Anyhow, I did as my dad had asked of me. We spent an easy forty-five minutes walking through his temporary home and its surrounding fields. He complimented my mother’s gardens, as well as our well-kept lawns. He was simply eighteen, but he had the eye of a critic, perhaps an older woman who had lived a million lives and had seen the world. He admired our lap pool, saying he would need to make an effort to wake before dawn or sleep long after we had so he could have it to himself. His shoes came off as we left the gate of our property, finding a sandy brown beach and beautiful blue waters. 

“This place is beautiful,” he contributed, staring at the horizon as though the sun would be gone if he looked away, “You must love living here. I probably would if I could.”

“I don’t live here.” It may have sounded more bitter than I intended, looking at it in retrospect. “But yes, I believe it is a beautiful place. Maybe I’ll live here one day when my parents are gone and have left this place to me.” 

“Maybe I’ll join you,” he said, now looking over at me, examining my face for seemingly the first time since he’d arrived. “We should head back. It’s almost four-thirty,” he continued, looking at his black leather watch and already making his way back to the grassy yard of our villa. 

“What brings you here?” I’d asked, opening the gate for him. “What made my parents pick you?” Now, this had some purposeful bitterness to it. He had some unruly arrogance to him, full of responsibility that no person his age needed to have.  At the time, I didn’t see what made him special enough to be in my house, my bedroom, for the next two months. 

“I’m writing a screenplay,” he’d said, proudly. If he noticed my bitterness, he had not made a point to react to it or to show that he knew where my head was. I was rather surprised to hear that he was aspiring to be such a thing; I had expected him to express something more hipster, like poetry or paintings. He explained that this film would be about moving forward from the place you’re set in and molded to in childhood, something of a coming-of-age film that he’d hope to publish by the beginning of Autumn. Yet another surprise, this time one that somehow made sense after later thought, this film was going to be complicated. Maybe because I had no idea what he meant when it came to experience, but also because I didn’t expect him to either. When he was explaining where this script would go, plot-wise, he’d explained that, though the characters were fully fictional, they’d been somewhat based on him and his own experiences; a scared mother and a crazed father with close-minded views. He had this planned out, he had very little left to complete aside from initial publishing and the long wait of trying to get a filmmaker and crew on board with it. 

“I’m hoping your dad can help me,” he’d murmured, sitting next to me on the patio and waiting for dinner to be served, “Obviously, he can to some extent. He wouldn’t have invited me here otherwise.”

I had to give him this; he knew what he wanted. In less than an hour of speaking to him, I’d learned about this project, which was meant to be his debut in Europe. He was barely an adult at this point, but he knew what he needed and he had an idea of how to get it. Then, nor for many years later, I hadn’t a clue what I wanted to do. I wanted to be on a track where I could be happy, healthy, and humble, just like my father was for many, many years. Though there had been something about him that had bothered me, there had also been something there that helped me respect him and see past his posh ways. 

Matilda served dinner first, and my parents sat second. The sun still had stretched over the sky while we ate, while they laid the foundation for the coming weeks. Remus and I would spend a few hours a day helping my father with his current novel, acting as an assistant. Though, after many summers of having visitors like Remus, he knew there would be more easy days than busy ones. So, he made a point to say that if he had not needed much help, he expected us to spend that extra free time working on our projects. Have a goal. Weekly, maybe daily, if you’re eager, he’d said. As we were only nineteen, he understood that we wanted to spend our summertime exploring the area, going swimming, drinking, and partying with our friends. He made yet another point to be sure Remus did not overwork himself. He’d made sure that he devoted no more than a few hours to working, spending the rest as he pleased. 

“You’re young, and you’re determined,” he’d said, drinking his wine, “You know what you want. Which is great, I can’t say I was as prepared as your age, but you have to relax and have fun. It’s summer! You have so much more time than you think.”

Remus nodded and laughed out words to show he agreed with him or at least understood what my father was telling him. “I would like to open a bank account. Is there a bank nearby?” he asked after a moment's silence, looking at the gingham tablecloth beneath his plate. 

“Really?” my mother asked, smiling brightly again, “Sure there is, have Allah fetch you the bikes and James can take you,” she said, nodding her head towards me. Of course, I’d take him simply because my mother asked me to, but why me? I asked Allah, our groundskeeper, to get mine and our guest's bikes from the shed, and we were leaving in under five minutes. 

“Later!” he’d yelled back at my parents and Allah, using one hand to wave back at them. Later. It was so imprecise compared to his previously posh attitude. It hadn’t bothered me right away, but after everything, I wondered why later was where his properness drew a line. 

“Well, Potter,” he said, accent proper and posh as it was when he’d first been greeted, “What are you working on then?” I remember having hummed in response, a way to show I didn’t understand. “Your father said you’d be working on a project of your own, just as I am.”

“Oh, that,” I’d said, breaking on the bike and walking it to a stucco wall next to the bank, “Sculptures.”

Remus looked at me, clearly confused, as his bangs flew in front of his eyes because of how his face squished, “Just sculptures?”

This had bothered me much more than I’m sure he had intended. Several of my friends’ families or family friends’ had not supported what I or my friends were working on, project-wise. Sirius was focused on music, Lily was content with abstract painting. Marlene and my parents had supported us both, as well as our friends, as they were perfectly fine with Marlene being an illustrator or freelancing depending on my mood. 

“Well, I drabble,” I mumbled, trying to hide my aggravation. “But as of late, I’m working on ceramic sculptures of the greeks.” Remus nodded, face solemn, maybe disappointed in me, not that he had the right to be. 

I walked him into the bank, and his account was ready in minutes, but we still had just under an hour before the sun would have hit the water, where Remus was mesmerized barely an hour and a half prior. I showed him more in town, we stopped for magazines and ice cream, and sat at a small table adorned by a red umbrella. 

He asked me where I spent the rest of the year. Here for some holidays, Scotland for school and most of the spring, I said, not looking up from the article I was reading. He told me he lived in a cottage in Bristol, but was of Welsh descent and lived there until he was ten; though I could’ve taken a hunch at the Welsh part. I didn’t pay him much mind as I studied figures and faces in the zines, hoping for inspiration for a project. He leaned over, pushing himself up at the knees and revealing a small amount of bronzed chest from underneath his white button-down. He told me he was ready to leave when I was; I paid for the mag and got back on my bike. 

When we arrived back home, the sun had finally set, though the moon had not quite risen yet. We let ourselves inside the house, leaving our bikes against the wall where Allah could find them later. I had accidentally walked into my room, forgetting it was Remus’ for the remainder of the summer, and walked through the bathroom doors into my room. He tried to follow and ask me more questions about myself, but he had countless days left to learn as much or as little about me as we wanted, so I shut him out and went to sleep. 

I woke in the middle of the night to find Remus outside, on our shared patio smoking a cigarette and staring at the water over the gate. I thought maybe I should sit with him, and use the excuse that a cigarette sounded good right then, but I couldn’t bear another second with his calloused hands and poor small talk. I went back to sleep. 

I woke again just as the sun had finished rising, merely six a.m, to hear him walking downstairs. I decided, against my better judgment, not to go back to sleep; making this the earliest I’d woken up all summer, maybe even all year. I took a shower and changed into fresh clothes, resisting the urge to go into my room, from which I’d been evicted, and see the damage I knew Remus had made. It was nearly seven when I went downstairs to find my parents in the living room and Matilda making breakfast. They’d questioned me on why I was up so early, about why Remus had gone off to. I don’t know, I told them, I thought you would. 

I ate my breakfast, no Remus to be found, and quickly deserted my plans to help my dad early in the day to meet Marlene in our shared studio. 

Our families were friends, going back a long, long time. She and I became friends just as easily as her father and my mother had, as their parents before them. She lives in Scotland, not a long drive from me, and they have a generations-old brick home down the street for our summer home, so we spent the better part of our time together. She helped my father and me during the final week of June and Christmas holidays when it was just me there, no guests; but she enjoyed helping my mother with gardening and her manuscripts far more. 

“So?” she asked, finding her pencils on our messy shelving unit, “How’s this year's guest?”

“He’s… something,” I said, filling a jar of water, “I’m not quite sure what to say about him yet.”

Marlene made a face at me, even raising her hand to imitate slapping me in the face, “I don’t believe you,” she said, walking over to her light desk and sitting down, “Every year, it takes a sum of twelve hours before you’ve formed your opinion on whoever is visiting. Remember, three summers ago? That girl, Blake? She had been so focused on a contemporary, that you swore she didn’t even know Monty’s name.  It took, eight hours, was it? Eight hours and you decided that you didn’t like her, and it stayed that way. Last year, with Amos- that was the closest you’ve ever been to neutral about someone, and even then-”

“Okay, I get it, Marls,” I said, getting her to tie my apron for me, “he’s bothering me, but I can put my finger on why. He’s posh, Marlene! I want to empathize with him, he honestly had this truly heartbreaking story about his big project- there's just something about him.”

She was confused about why I had to ‘empathize’ with the eighteen-year-old boy who was sleeping in my bedroom, so I told her exactly what he’d told me about his film. She expressed similar thoughts to mine, in the aspect that she respected his point and that he knew what path he was on. We thought alike in that way. 

It was just about lunchtime when Marlene and I left our shed, both covered in colors of brown, grey, and various vibrant colors. We both needed showers. We ate lunch with my family and Remus, where Marlene kept giving me anxious glances each time his dialect changed between me, her, and my parents. When talking to us, he would grimace and tilt his nose up at us; towards my parents, though, he had taken the more serious, mundane route and looked them in the eye and smiled. 

The three of us spent the better part of the afternoon helping my father with various jobs around town, including pickups, deliveries, and going to Marlene’s just to check on her mother and father. They were doing just the same as any other day; not great. Marlene’s sister, Victoria, was only ten; but was seven when she was diagnosed with leukemia. Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon’s hearts ache for her, as she’s only getting worse. Marlene and I stayed with her for a few minutes, as my father would understand if we were merely five minutes late. Marlene kissed Victoria’s head goodbye, and her parents did the same to her and me, as though we would not be returning. 

Remus didn’t take much time to figure out his way around our home, nor the most vital parts of town, so Marlene and I got to skive off just for a little while. Let Remus learn how to do these things on their own. 

When Marlene and I went out separate ways, just before supper, Remus was back in the living room, writing again. He hadn’t said anything to me today, not that he needed to. 

“What’s your screenplay called, Remus?” I asked, needing to put a name to it all. 

“To speak or to die.”

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

this is just me usually

Jeff: Yeah, maybe I don’t get “a healthy amount of sleep”, but can other people do this???

Jeff: [Stands up quickly and blacks out for a second]

[starfallandsilver]

Headcanon: Moonchaser & Devourer

                           I’ve sat down to really think about how to work with the Semblances of the twins. Shadow and Light are good concepts, but I do want to expand upon those into actual terms of power and how it functions. Like Avros, both twins are adult Huntsman/Huntresses, meaning that their Semblances have had decades to mature and grow with them.

                                   Aycan once thought he simply could only manipulate shadows. But in truth, his Semblance works more akin to Conceptual Darkness, though not including all of its base abilities. 

                                                       Conceptual Darkness allows the user to manipulate the abstracts (or concept) of darkness. This can have many feats, such as darkness that can prevent light from existing, darkness that makes things more visible rather then less, produce darkness/shadows that can exist without light, harm things that can absorb or are immune to darkness, produce shadows/darkness that can consume or negate other forms darkness/night/shadows, and much more.                       For simplicity’s sake, we’re going to narrow down Aycan’s manipulation of Conceptual Darkness to a few key points. ( It is important to recall, the Fenris Tribe, whilst close together, did partake in inbreeding, and environmental change to produce certain Semblances. This means Aycan and Cymbeline do have very precise Semblances, not having come about by chance. )                     One such extension of Aycan’s Semblance, is Darkness Mimicry, allowing Aycan to essentially transform his very self into a shadow. He can also, blend into the darkness/shadows completely, or even teleport through them. 

                  One such other connection to his Semblance however, is the ability to become Empowered when within Darkness/Shadow. Simply Darkness Empowerment, where he can become stronger, faster, more durable, etc. As for a final extension of his Semblance, is to make a Concept from Darkness like a tangible thing. Like an extended slash from Night’s End, allowing the reach of this weapon to go much further if the shadow has extended beyond the strike, as then the Shadow itself acts like an extension of the blade.

                       It is important to note, that Aycan can not create Shadows/Darkness, but has high control over it when it is there. If there is none there, the most he can do is try to expand on preexisting shades/shadows.  

                This makes him very capable on his own, but he can not simply rely on his Semblance, as for example in a situation where shadows are very weak, they take more from Aycan to be able to either move through them, or make tangible. So much so, that depending on the variation on how deep the darkness goes, this may lead to nothing.

                                         Because this was a cultivated Semblance, Aycan does have a good deal of aura to keep up with the demands of his Semblance. But, this does make him a sort of glass cannon esque DPS. This also means there were others before him who had this very same Semblance, albeit it, with different degrees of control and abilities from Conceptual Darkness. 

                     The Fenris Tribe dubbed this Semblance MoonChaser, and Aycan has never seen a reason to change it, despite having left the tribe. 

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

James Potter has such white girl energy like he would see some sort of dangerous dark creature and immediately attempt to befriend it and the best part it would always work

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

Smitten’s coffee

Warnings: none

Gender neutral 🖤

Slightly different than bakugous and kirishimas brands not proof read at all 🤌🏻

Hitoshi shinsou Has his own coffee brand, being a hero who mainly works in the late hours of the night because of his insomnia he drinks a lot of coffee. so his PR team brought it up one day maybe he could make something out of his coffee addiction. Bringing forth the coffee brand “midnight coffee” the coffee perfect for night owls, it comes in three roasts “will to live light roast” “midnight motivation dark roast” “sleep fighter medium roast” the coffee brand became big with cafes, and shinsou made an effort to not charge the normal coffee price to cat cafe’s. He felt like they had enough money to spend on taking care of the cats.

Naturally when shinsou married, he married someone who was also a night owl. So you usually worked night patrols just like shinsou. On theses shifts you usually stocked up with redbull, monster, rockstar- really any energy drink that you liked that you could get your hands on. Always mindful of how much caffeine you drink, because in the early hours of the morning, when the sun comes up over the horizon and your patrol handoffs are just out of reach, your phone will ding, exactly 6:46am at the end of each shift

Toshi😴🐈‍⬛:

‘Coffee at Smitten’s ?’

You smile down at your phone, he asks the same thing at the same time every shift. You two managed to correlate your patrols to be the same time and nights for this reason. Even made it so one of you was on either side of the city, so you two could meet in the middle once the night was over. Shooting him a message back

‘you know I’d never miss it 🖤’

7am rolls around and after you give report to Jiro, letting her know all of the ups and downs of what had happened the night before and what areas to watch more closely than others. You make your way towards the center of the city where smittens is located, not even bothering to go back to your agency to change from your hero uniform. The bell that rings is all to familiar once you open the door to the small cafe, you two meet here after every shift shinsou claims it’s just because he likes that they use his coffee but you know better, it’s his favorite because it’s where you two met. The smell of fresh brewed coffee hits your nose as you feel your body relax, the barista smiles at you, speaking in a voice as warm as coco on a winter day “he’s waiting for you in your regular spot” giving a small nod to the barista, you head down the hall to see shinsou sprawled out in the room on a beanbag chair, he hadn’t bothered to change either, two cups of coffee sitting on a low table next to him. His eyes are shut and his breathing slowed, a fluffy grey cat known as Ash sits atop his lap, eyes also closed and purring so loud it’s surprising you can’t feel it through the ground. ‘long shift?’ you say, shinsou’s eyes open every so slightly. His voice smooth like sweet honey softly rings through the air as he responds with a ‘yup’. You grab your coffee sitting down in a bean bag next to him, immediately a calico cat named Muffin runs up next you demanding to be loved. For the next hour you and shinsou unwind drinking coffee, talking about your shifts before ultimately deciding it’s time to go home. Before you leave you notice paparazzi had gathered around outside, someone must have tipped them off that pro hero Mindjack and his s/o were seen entering this cafe. You two hardly go out during the day so the paparazzi were eager to jump on the chance to see you two. You knew you two would be the topic of next weeks article.

Exiting the shop hand in hand you two are immediately bombarded by cameras and questions, you speak up being the omnivert of your relationship and being the more awake one at the moment. ‘Mindjack! (Your hero name)! Is this your usual spot?’ ‘Why did you two choose this coffee place’ ‘did you two just get off shift?’ You turn to answer each question ‘Smitten’s cafe is one of the personal favorite of mindjack and I! We met here after we both had patrolled one night, they even serve his brand of coffee’ you said holding up your coffee cup ‘mindjack’s midnight coffee hits the spot after a long night of protecting the city, Especially when it comes from Smitten’s cafe’ you smile a signature smile and pull shinsou through the crowd making your way home.

Like you predicted, the next week on your day off Jiro sends you a picture of you and Hitoshi on the cover of a magazine. You two are holding hands with the coffee cups with Smitten’s cafe in the background, “Rare siting of mindjack and s/o seen after patrols! See page 6 for more” You smiled at the next photo, it was a picture of page 6. someone -you’re assuming the person who tipped them off- had submitted pictures of you and shinsou in your hero uniforms playing with kittens inside the cafe, your favorite had been one that was Ash snuggled into shinsous neck by his binding cloth. They had interviewed the barista that was working that day as well

“Mindjack and (Hero name) are always so pleasant when they come in! The cats love them so much, they also make monthly donations to us and other cat cafe’s across the city to help us take care of them. Muffin and Ash seem to have each claimed a favorite out of the two” the quote was lined up with a picture of you two laying on the floor with muffin and ash your chests, hands interlocked. Your quote came next “We met here at Smitten’s, where they serve Mindjacks midnight coffee, it always hits the spot after a patrol” with a picture of you holding a Smitten’s coffee cup. With a small add on how to get Mindjacks coffee. Making shinsous Email blow up with order requests until they were out of stock if each flavor and strength.

The next patrol you and shinsou did your regular of going to Smitten’s after the patrol was over, but once you two entered the shop the barista who’s voice was usually soft let out a squeal “you two! This place has exploded since that article got published! People came here and almost all of the cats have been adopted, people are loving the coffee so we will need a new shipment soon and don’t worry, your favorites are still here” she beamed up at you two and handed you your usual coffee. Making your way to the back there were definitely less cats than usual and more people. Sitting in the bean bag chairs you notice two cats are still there and running for your laps. As you two set down the adoption papers on the coffee table labeled “ash” and “muffin”

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[moon-is-a-cryptid]

I support this headcannnon for my boy kiri

idk. i just feel like ejirou kirishima is the kinda guy to wear dog tags. not for sentimental reasons or because they were passed down to him. just cause they look cool. he puts them in his mouth n bites them n shit.

[ellecdc]

⚡️ - angst, ☀️ - fluff, ⛅️ - hurt/comfort, 🌶️ - smut/spicy, 🌈 - crack [comedy] 🫧 = elle’s favourites

The Winner Takes it All (you don't need to compete for the boys) ☀️ ->The Loser Has To Fall (companion piece) ☀️ Swim Lessons (meet cute with swim instructor marauders) 🌈 When One Door Closes (the boys support you as you end your toxic relationship)⛅️ Sweet Tooth (you love baking for the boys, and they love you) ☀️ Overthinking (you're convinced they're mad at you) ⛅️🫧 Our little gremlin (fem!readers sense of humour) 🌈 Sirius' Arch Nemesis (fem!reader finds a kitten) 🌈🫧 The Sound of Music (muggle born gn!reader x poly!marauders) ☀️ Two Steps Forward (fem!reader struggling with mental health, hurt/comfort) ⛅️🫧 Marauders + your younger sibling headcanons It's been you? (when they find out their gf is a secret animagus) ⛅️🫧 who are you talking to? (they find out their date talks to her cat) 🌈 we've got you (the boys help gn!reader through an epileptic seizure) ⛅️🫧 we don't need to celebrate (marauders x roommate!reader who cleaned her room)☀️ quit (reader gets upset when James is injured during a match) ⚡️⛅️🫧 "she's fine" "she's crying" (the boys are called to pick up sad drunk!reader) ⛅️ popping wheelies (marauders x wheelchair user!reader blurb) ☀️ Scout's Honour (the boys find fem!reader sleeping with her stuffie)☀️ post-war panic (x fem!reader hurt/comfort) ⛅️ what it feels like to win (sirius takes autistic!reader to get her nails done)☀️ why sirius is banned from shopping for reader 🌈 World Cup Woes (james & sirius love fussing over moony + reader with POTS)☀️ it's a tie (moonchaser vs Sirius x reader prank war ends in a +pregnancy test) ⛅️ -> of showers and babies (pregnancy fic) ☀️🫧 your boyfriend's a trollop (everyone dresses up as Sirius) 🎃🌈 that scallywag (the boys pout when reader matches Barty for halloween)🎃 social media manager (NHL marauders have a crush on slytherin staff!reader)🌈 post moon peace (the boys and werewolf!reader recover from a full)☀️ the plight of Padfoot (the pack meets another werewolf) ⛅️🌈🫧 papa padfoots sacrifice (mum!reader saves their child from dad!marauders)🌈🫧 the team's baby (medic!reader interrupts practice so they can feel baby kick) ☀️ ABBA isn't music (dad!marauders x reader don't agree on music for their baby)🌈

+ Lily Evans James & Sirius & Remus & Lily &...you? (poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader)☀️🫧 -> shy!reader's first date with the marauders + lily ☀️ -> shy!reader doesn't know about Remus' furry little problem [marauders + lily]☀️ -> shy!reader learns about Remus' furry little problem [miscom trope] ⚡️⛅️ -> shy!reader finds her own way to help Sirius [hurt/comfort, Sirius-centric] ⛅️ Too Much (marauders + lily x their shy!reader who gets overwhelmed) ⛅️ four cheers for Hufflepuff (the Gryffindor's celebrate their quidditch player)

Seer!readers What did you See? (Seer fem!reader Sees a happy domestic life) ⛅️ -> Saw Bad (their oldest child inherits seer!reader's abilities) ⛅️ Sight's Set (Seer slytherin fem!reader Sees a new relationship with the boys) 🌈 -> the case of the missing pickles (it's not a date) 🌈🫧 -> the boys help her through one of her Sights ⛅️

whimsical!readers Where'd you go? (whimsical!reader wanders off) ☀️🫧 Slimy (the boys meet whimsical!readers pet snake for the first time)🌈 battered by baggage (whimsical!reader is missing, fluff) 🌈🫧 raising harry with poly!marauders? ( feat. whimsical fem!reader)☀️

feisty!readers Hard Softie (you're feisty to everyone except your boys) 🌈🫧 I wasn't running from you (slytherin reader feels insecure) ⛅️ Beginnings (feisty reader stealing the 💖 of the only one not already in love)☀️ 🫧 -> The beginning (how feisty!readers relationship with the boys started) ⛅️ -> the viper and her admirer (the boys learn of feisty!readers admirer) 🌈

zombie au not alone (zombie AU) ⛅️ -> worried about vs worried about (zombie au p2) ⚡️⛅️ -> let's stop here (reader & the boys convince Rem to stop for the night)☀️

[ekleipsi]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀?

pearl  

abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint palettes. your essence is pearl: you strive for improvement, and see yourself as the grandest project of all. you cultivate a home in what you do; your signature is unmistakable, perfectly you. you know what's best for others before they're even aware. you are the designer. you are the perfectionist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory, and rose, who also act with purpose. you are also drawn to the honest lavender and periwinkle, who will help you grow and see that you can be true to even your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the imaginative personalities of seafoam and coral who don't have a strong purpose.

orange

guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns. your essence is orange: dreams hold you aloft and inspire you to be better. you thrive on creativity; there is always a new inspiration that moves you and takes your heart. you draw friends but may show all of them the same smile. you are the restless. you are the adventurer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of apricot, amber, fire, and terracotta, who share your enthusiasm. you are also drawn to the pensive souls blue and green, who will help you grow and see which projects and emotions are worth your time. however, you may struggle to get along with the headstrong personalities of grey and purple who are too rigid in their perspective.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

James and Remus both eat pineapple pizza and it causes a strain on their relationships

[lexithwrites]

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— completed:

• while we do what lovers do || E | 8/8 | 58,073 words | jegulus fake dating au, background wolfstar, dorlene, marlily, rosekiller, romantic comedy, james being hopelessly in love and regulus being oblivious to it

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—on going:

pretty boys, pretty toys || E | jegulus | kinktober | updated daily | every smut warning | i beg you read the tags lmao

darling, can i be your favorite? || E | wolfstar | short stories | multiple chapters | continuation of the onlyfans au, fluff, angst and lots and lots of smut

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—oneshots:

☆ wolfstar:

happy birthday, moony || E | 2934 words | sirius tries to bake remus a cake, it doesn't go very well (baking, banter and shower sex)

don’t just stand there staring, honey || E | 9032 words | remus and sirius are roommates and sirius keeps bringing people home—remus is starting to go crazy

how will you kiss? where will you bite? || E | 1940 words | sirius and remus are engaged, they might also have a breeding kink that goes unspoken

run baby, run || E | 6462 words | Sirius wants Remus to lose control close to the full moon, chaos in the woods ensues

made for lovin' you || E | 12,663 words | sirius has an onlyfans and wants to branch out, turns out so does remus

☆ jegulus:

say please || E | 2645 words | prompt 1 for the marauders with palestine project — magical sex toys | jegulus

☆ rarepairs:

for a minute, the world seems so simple || G | 4662 words | prompt 2 for the marauders with Palestine project — after the prank, Remus leaves Hogwarts | moonchaser (James/Remus)

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[yupuffin]

So Yao is apparently so good with a pistol he's held the Moon Shooter record for several Moonchase festivals in a row??

What if. What if Mortefi wields pistols specifically to spite Yao??

Just a speculation/headcanon, but it would be so ridiculously funny.