#I will now take a shower cook dinner and write some more ASK WIPS

[jtl-fics]

Hey, no need to respond to this, truly, but I just had to say something. Feel free to ignore and I won’t bother you about this again, but it makes me uncomfortable how you portray Riko as this traumatized kid who just needs love&attention in your writing when he is canonically an abuser. He nearly beat Jean to death and ordered other Ravens to rape him. He broke Kevin’s hand and tried to emotionally abuse him into returning to him. He helped Drake cross state borders while he was being investigated for child sexual assault and pointed him at Andrew. He paid Proust to assault Andrew. He tied Neil to a bed and tortured him. He killed Seth. Yes, his backstory is tragic but he is an abuser. And it’s uncomfortable reading about how his victims should feel sorry for him bc now they’re older and more mature and Riko “was a kid”. I recognize you have the right to write what you want, I just wanted to tell you how it reads. I’m not trying to be mean or harass you & I won’t send anything else other than this. And do not post this to the public if you don’t want to! Seriously, I’m not trying to be mean or hurt your feelings, you’re a great writer and I don’t believe you meant anything malicious or were trying to communicate what I took from how you wrote Riko, just that that’s how it comes off.

Hey, I am going to respond to this just because I want to be clear that I am writing Riko very very aware of the fact that he has done things in the books that make me really dislike / hate him as a person. Still, as a character there are things I want to explore with him y’know?

Especially from people who he really has no power over at this point. Especially from people who he did use to have power over at one point.

Some of this might be coming across a certain way just due to the fact that I had some ideas earlier on in the writing of these that I've discard. Such is the nature of a WIP. The other part is that a lot of the snippets are missing broader context. Such is the nature of a Snippet.

Either way you're fine to be uncomfortable with that and to not like how I'm writing it but I do just want to cover generally how I'm approaching Riko in the 2 AUs I'm really treating him differently than canon.

In the Math Nerd AU I want to explore a Neil who is a lot older and who still, honestly, hates Riko. He hates him and would love to watch him sink into the pits of hell once again.... but he's also a Neil who has grown a lot since he was 18-19 and dealing with Riko the first time around. He's a Neil who not only benefited from but now truly and absolutely believes in the power of giving someone a chance. Wymack has had that level of influence on his thinking.

He was a Captain and stayed close with the Foxes and Wymack over the years. He has seen all of the kids that Wymack gave 2nd chances to.

Some of them deserved that second chance and they utilize it.

Some of them deserved that second chance and failed to utilize it.

Some of them didn't deserve those second chances and did utilize it.

Some of them didn't deserve that second chance and proved that they didn't deserve it.

Wymack still offered it to all of them and he didn't always like those kids but Wymack still did his best to help them. Neil thinks Wymack died with his only regret being that he didn't have a chance to drink the pricey bourbon they'd gotten him and that he wouldn't get to call Kevin after his games.

Neil WANTS / NEEDS / CRAVES that peace of mind for reasons I'm not going to touch on here because it doesn't involve Riko.

I have decided on a few things that are different from the initial description, such is the nature of a WIP.

Its not quite clear in the snippets because hey they’re snippets and not the full story and honestly I’ve avoided doing these snippets from Neil’s POV. All Neil is doing right now? He’s offering Riko a chance and that's it.

What Riko does with that chance I haven’t touched on at all. Neil is offering a Riko an opportunity to stop before he sinks his own ship and Neil won't even toss a life preserver because watching him drown was immensely personally satisfying to Neil last time. What he wants is the certainty that there was no redeeming Riko, that there was no excuse, and that he's totally normal for thinking about how Riko looked the night he died with warmth. If Riko proves him wrong? If all Riko really did need was someone he had no power over to treat him like a person and not a commodity?

It'd be the ultimate proof that anyone can benefit from a second chance, that Wymack was always right to offer it. He'd be okay with that too.

I also want to explore what Neil can gain by delaying the satisfaction he got the first time around by outright telling Riko to just fuck off. How playing it a bit nicer / smarter with Riko means that the Foxes are safer and also gives him the opportunity to protect other people he has had a hand in saving. Andrew was the first person that Neil saved when he went back in time, but he wasn't the last. Neil also wasn't always successful in saving some people despite his foreknowledge.

Again, nature of the WIP and nature of the Snippet were not everything is here since I sure as hell am not writing this in order with the snippets but I am going to touch on it in a WIP Wednesday ask pretty soon, probably once I finish this beast / make myself dinner.

For New Kings it's a lot easier since mostly I'm treating Riko as a joke. Someone who wants to be a threat, who remembers being terrifying to these Foxes. Except now he...just kind of isn't. He has no power over any of them. Like Nicky said, he's seen home loans scarier than Riko is at this point.

It really is them just seeing someone they remember being so huge and threatening and scary and…..its just this sad sack 20 something playing at being God because he’s good at a sport. Honestly, in comparison to what some of them got up to later? He's not even that good.

They won’t take him seriously because why the fuck should they? That would just feed into his already insane ego. In my experience there’s nothing that upsets an abuser more than his once victims just won’t give him any power over them. (Again its the nature of the snippet in that its not the full picture and I haven’t even covered Riko’s reaction to the Fox’s dismissal of him as a threat in all its unhinged glory nor Renee's grand theft Moreau.)

STILL, if that isn’t something you want to read then please just add the tags #Math Nerd AU and #New Kings AU or ME (jtl-fics & justthislazy) to a block list. I'm religious about tagging so if you still want to read other stuff then just blacklisting those tags will keep you safe.

I can add Riko Moriyama as a tag on the parts that involve / mention him if you still want to read the snippets that don't include him.

I’m not out here to make someone uncomfortable but I do want to explore these things in my writing. It might change the further I go but it might not so please proceed at your comfort level.

Thank you for writing to me with your concern and I’m more than happy to accommodate with tags if you wanna message me.

Still, like you said, I'm going to write what I want.

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Hello. So I’ve decided to do a relaunch of my WIPs. When I first started writing them I was so afraid of getting a Beta because I was insecure about my writing. I know I’m not the best, but I wanted to write about my OTP. I finally got over my fear. They are Beta'ed by the amazing @ilovemesomekillianjones I wanted to show that I’m not abandoning any story. No fic left behind. Thanks for reading!

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Summary: Modern AU about a guy that remakes himself into a womanizer after a broken-heart. Yes, it is a cliché but the twist comes in the shape of his 15-year-old niece that wishes out into the stars and then some kind of magic happens. This story is inspired by the movie “What Women Want”. Captain Swan AU, there will be other ships but the main pair is Captain Swan.

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Chapter 1

Killian Jones is the epitome of a man’s man, he’s admired, a true alpha, and other men want to be him. He has a way with the ladies, but he doesn’t understand a thing about them. At least he doesn’t now.  Yep, he knows how to please a woman, but once the thrill of the chase is done, so is he.

But, Killian Jones wasn't always the womanizer he is now. Once upon a time, he'd been head over heels in love with his college girlfriend, Milah. In his eyes, they'd been in love and monogamous. He'd wanted to marry her. He was young but he hadn't cared; if his brother Liam could find his soulmate at a young age, why couldn't he?

He was on his way to surprise his love with an unexpected romantic visit, armed with a ring in his coat pocket. He was on his way to propose to his Milah. It started to sprinkle and the light showers made for a romantic setting. He noticed a sports car parked across the entrance of the dorms and as he got closer, he saw Milah run out of her dorm covering her head from the assaulting raindrops, and into the mysterious car.

He rushed over, assuming she was headed out with friends, only to witness his longtime girlfriend kissing a stranger. Not knowing what else to do, he knocked on the window. She looked at him coldly as she lowered it, she didn't even look sorry. Before he could say a word she ended things. "We are over, Killian. I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way that you do. You are suffocating me."

Just like that his life was over, or at least life as he knew it. She'd never loved him. The car pulled away and all he could do was drop to his knees. "I loved you, I wanted you to be my wife," he whispered into the silence that surrounded him. In that moment, his heart broke.

He dragged himself back home, and he allowed himself to breakdown. As time passed, one thought emerged, "Good guys finish last." He had been a model boyfriend and it had been for naught.

Killian Jones picked up the pieces of his shattered life, and when he started to put them back together, the sweet, idealistic, young, innocent man was no more. He focused on his studies, shut everyone out other than for physical intimacy here and there. He joined a gym, got a personal trainer. As he came into his looks, women flocked to him, and the more unavailable he seemed, the more they wanted him. He doggedly pursued his career in advertising, and his hyper focus, take no prisoners ideals got him to the top quickly. Over the years, Killian became a very different man, he'd evolved into a successful, irresistible, bachelor bad boy.

…

Dark tousled hair falls over his eyes as he sits up, rudely awoken by the loud noise emitted from the vacuum cleaner outside of his bedroom. His eyes are red from the lack of sleep after a late night of enjoyable activities.

"Bloody hell, don't you ever knock?" Killian throws his pillow at the offending woman now in his bedroom.

"I did, and besides you and I know that if I wasn't here to wake you, you would always be late for work." Granny Lucas temporarily turns off the vacuum and throws the pillow right back at his face.

"The only reason I put up with your attitude is because I love the way you cook." He gets up and stretches, unphased by Granny's presence.

"Don't get cranky with me! It's not my fault you went out drinking and who knows what else till all hours of the morning. Oh, and I don't like finding these stuffed in your sofa." Granny holds out a pair of red panties in his direction as she looks around the room to see what kind of mess is in there. She flings the trashy panties into the trash can and walks out without another word.

Standing in the middle of his large bedroom chuckling at Granny's outburst, he decides it's time to get ready for work. It is a special day after all. He will be getting that promotion he has been coveting.

Killian makes his way to the bathroom and takes a quick shower before trimming his beard and mustache. He almost forgets to put in some eye drops to hide his late night.

He dons an onyx black suit with a dark blue tie that matches his eyes, then smirks and winks to himself as he takes one last look at the mirror.

He knows his eyes are one of his finest assets, so he dresses to emphasize them, allowing them to draw an audience.

As he's exiting his building, he spots his door woman and smirks as she eyes him up and down. She smiles appreciatively at him and waves for a cab. Unbeknownst to Killian, as he walks towards the cab she appreciates his form and thinks, "Mmm hmm." She admired his form while he stood there completely unaware of the woman's thoughts.

He instructs the cab driver to make a quick stop at the local coffee shop, The Jolly Bean. He swaggers inside the small shop almost knocking over an unsuspecting pretty woman. Smiling, he backs up and holds the door for her. "I'm sorry love; I wasn't watching where I was going."

She looks up and meets those sea colored eyes. "Oh, it's fine; I was the one that should have been paying more attention."

"No darling, I'm happy taking the blame for this wonderful encounter. If it would have been any other way, perhaps we would have missed the opportunity of meeting. My name is Killian Jones." He holds her gaze and extends his hand.

Her eyelashes flutter as she gives him her hand. "My name is Haylee."

"It's very nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure." They continue with their light flirtation as she gives him her phone number and leaves.

He now realizes he has spent the last five minutes flirting instead of getting his coffee. He hopes the cab driver is still outside waiting for him. He walks up to the counter and smiles at the barista.

"Hello Killian, the usual?"

"Hello love, aye may I have an Americano, black, Grande."

She smirks and repeats his order to the trainee. "You said Grande correct?"

"Aye, would you like to confirm my size?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Killian, I have told you before I'm not your type."

"Lila, if you truly want me to stop flirting with you, all you have to do is say the word."

She looks past him to the following customer, so Killian moves out of the way while waiting for a response.

"Hello, what can I get you today?"

The flustered man is about to answer but is interrupted by Killian. "This will just take a sec."

"Lila, love, an answer would be appreciated."

"Killian, please stop flirting with me. Look, even if I wanted to go out with you I can't, I'm trying to focus on my acting career. I go to auditions and then have to come here. To be honest, I don't need the distraction."

"I will stop as requested, but darling you look so tense. We could continue talking about this over dinner tonight, how about we meet here around 8:30 P.M.?"

"Oh, that sounds really nice."

"So it's a date?"

"Yes, it is, thank you."

The next customer in line is in awe at the scene before him.

Killian smiles at Lila as he grabs his coffee and winks her way.

"I'm sorry mate."

"No, it was worth it, that was inspiring."

"I know." Killian then pats his latest pupil on the shoulder and leaves the coffee shop.

Killian is thankful the taxi cab is still waiting for him, he'll reward him with a nice tip. He relaxes a bit as the taxi drives towards his office at one of the top five ad agencies in the city, Midas-Knightley.

The receptionist, Elaine is answering the phone as Killian crosses the lobby. He winks at her, and she becomes noticeably flustered.

When he exits the elevator at his floor, the always lively Will Scarlett is approaching him.

"Jones, did you hear?"

"Hello Scarlett, hear what?"

"Bacardi and BMW are looking for a new ad agency."

"Oh that, I know, I'm all over it."

They continue walking to Killian's office, enthralled in their small conversation.

"So what happened with the girl from last night? She excused herself because she had an early morning."

"Don't worry Scarlett, I had her in bed by eleven."

"Mate, you are a bloody genius, I don't know how you do it. And you must be excited about your promotion."

"I am extremely excited, and if you ask me I would say it is overdue. I have a meeting with George this morning."

"Let's have lunch at Wonderland to celebrate?"

"I have to decline; I have lunch plans with my brother and his wife. They've some big news they are dying to tell me."

[floral-and-fine]

Worth the Wait

Sirius Black x female reader

A/n: so funny enough I have a shit ton of wips that I've started weeks (months) ago, but this I started writing last night and finished this morning.

Summary: After escaping Azkaban, Sirius recalls an old promise to a close friend.

Warnings: SMUT!!! Some Fluff and some angst!

Sirius was dead tired. He was tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of being a fugitive.

Right now, he was trying to find a place to take refuge. Not only was the wizarding world hunting him down, but muggles too were keeping an eye out for him.

Every headline read the same ’Dangerous Sirius Black’, ‘Notorious Sirius Black’... He doubted there was a person left who would believe him, believe the truth.

At that moment, Sirius thought of you. He tried not to in Azkaban, those happy thoughts would have only drawn the dementors straight to him. In fact, his memories of you were his happiest ones.

He could picture your smiling face so clearly, the sun shining on you, your hair shimmering. He should've told you back then how he felt.

Why was he so damn scared to tell you? You were one of his closest friends, but he wanted you to be so much more.

Now after spending 12 years Azkaban, there wasn't much he could lose now except for maybe his sanity.

He had plenty of chances to tell you before. James and Remus were constantly on his case about it. God, even Lily got involved eventually. But, in fact, he had tried! Yet, it resulted in a ridiculous promise instead.

If there was one thing Sirius knew for sure, he was over 30 and single. ...

“Heard you broke up with that Prefect, babe,” Sirius snickered joining you on the bench.

You shrugged closing your book and setting it aside, “He got boring.”

Sirius laughed, “Got boring?... He's a Prefect, that's guaranteed boredom! Bad choice if you were looking for excitement.”

“Heard you dumped that girl from potions,” you pointed out.

“How'd you hear about that, already?” he narrowed his eyes. “It just happened this morning at breakfast.”

“Oh I know, she was crying and bitching about you in the girl's lavatory to all her friends,” you added in a playful tone.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “It wasn't like we were anything serious.”

“Got your eyes set on someone else, hm?”

“Not necessarily, but-”

“She wanted a commitment, something more meaningful than getting to second base in the common room?”

Sirius smiled, “Something like that.”

“In fact, Padfoot darling,” you mused. “I believe I'm the only girl left in Hogwarts whose heart you haven't broken.”

“Asking me out, sweetheart?” Sirius leaned closer to you.

Honestly, the thought of dating Sirius scared you, because you did love him. You were head over heels in love with him, but all that meant was that he had the power to completely crush you.

You scoffed, “Please, Sirius, if you ever broke my heart, I would have to hex you so bad no girl or boy would look at you the same way!”

“Who says I would break your heart!?” Sirius shot up from his seat. “You are just as notorious as I am. If anything you'd break mine.”

“Alright, then, we agree,” You swallowed thickly.

“Agree to what?” he asked lifting his eyebrow.

“Agree not to date, ever.”

“Ever?” he repeated slack-jawed.

You nodded.

“But-” Sirius's eyes darted back and forth. “That seems pretty extreme.”

“So what? You want to risk our friendship for just a few chances to snog?” you groaned.

“It just seems like a waste to not even try, y/n,” Sirius argued. “What if you're the one for me?”

You sighed loudly, trying to play it cool, but he was not letting up and you were running out of excuses. It was tempting to say yes, but both of you were notorious players. It seemed so unlikely that it would work out.

“How about a promise?” you finally proposed.

“A promise?”

“Yep,” you nodded looking him straight in the eye. “Let's say, if both of us are still single at 30 we get married?”

“Married!” Sirius shouted clearly startled. “That's quite different from dating.”

“I just mean, like a pact,” you quickly explained. “Just think of all the hearts we'll break between now to then?... Maybe you are the one for me, Sirius.”

Sirius smirked, “So what you're saying is that once we've exhausted all other options that we might as well just be with each other?”

“I suppose that's the gist of it.”

“You're lucky you're worth the wait,” Sirius winked. . . . “So how'd it go, Padfoot?” James asked slinging an arm around Sirius's shoulders, as he hopped into the seat next to him.

The Great Hall was bustling as students made their way in and out for lunch.

“It went…” Sirius drawled.

“It went?” Remus questioned sitting across from Sirius and pouring himself a cup of pumpkin juice.

“Don't tell us you didn't tell her!” James whined. “Who knows the next time she'll be available?”

“Listen,” Sirius started to explain. “I tried! I did! But it led elsewhere…”

“Elsewhere? How could “Y/n I love you!” go elsewhere?” James argued, taking a bite out of a roll.

“I didn't tell her that!” Sirius huffed. “I tested the waters… and well, in 14 or so years we'll be married.”

“What?” they said simultaneously.

The look on James and Remus's faces when he told them about the pact was priceless.

“Well, that definitely is elsewhere,”  Remus chuckled.

Sirius groaned, burying his head in his hands, “Why couldn't I just tell her?”

“Honestly, it's not that hard, mate. Watch,” James instructed. He stood up and spotted Lily at the opposite end of the long table.

“Hey, Evans!” he shouted drawing her attention to him. “I love you!”

She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.

James, as usual, was persistent, as quick as he could he headed over to where Lily was sitting.

Remus shook his head and sighed, “Perhaps, that's what you're so afraid of.”

….

Sirius took a deep breath. This was a longshot. He was aware of that. But he had no one he could turn to. And this, this was the one thing he wanted to do before hunting that rat bastard down.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he peered into the window. There you were, somehow even more beautiful than he remembered.

You were busy cooking dinner. He watched a while longer just to make sure that you were alone.

This could be his last chance after all. Throwing caution to the wind, Sirius transformed from being a dog back to a man.

He tried your doorknob and to his surprise, it was unlocked. Quietly, he walked into your home.

“Y/n?”

Immediately, the bowl you were holding slipped from your grasp and shattered on the floor. You couldn't believe your eyes.

“Please don't scream, y/n, please,” Sirius begged.

You clutched your chest, tears threatening to fall. He looked so different, so thin.

“Sirius?” Carefully, you tiptoed towards him. Your fingertips brushed against his cheek, his face was pale and gaunt.

He seemed slightly startled by the physical contact but relaxed noting how long it had it been since he's felt this kind of gentleness.

He smiled, but you could tell underneath that he wanted to cry with you.

“Y/n, I…” Sirius didn't know where to start. Should he try to convince you of his innocence? Explain why he escaped? Tell you how he feels?

His eyes searched yours, but he couldn't get himself to speak. This was wrong, he shouldn't be getting you involved.

“So whose heart have you broken, now?” you teased, wiping away a few stray tears.

“What?” Sirius blinked in surprise.

“Sirius Black showing up out of nowhere…” you explained placing a hand on your hip. “You're a few years late.”

“Sorry about that, love,” he murmured, catching on to your game. A clever way for you to let him know that you're still single, that you still remembered.

“Does a summer wedding sound good to you?” you joked.

“Best time of the year for a wedding, in my opinion,” he played along.

God how he missed this, the banter, the flirting… just being able to be himself with you. You understood him in a way, very few people did.

“I think a small guest list would be best, practical you know?” you continued. You waved your wand and pieces of shattered glass reassembled themselves.

“Really? I always figured you'd want to invite everyone, really rub it in their faces that you're officially off the market.”

“That sounds more like you, dear,” you smirked.

Sirius froze for a moment, spotting his reflection in a mirror. He barely recognized himself. He was an absolute mess covered in God knows what. He probably didn't smell too great either.

He gulped, feeling his confidence slip away, “I'm quite a sight.”

“You just need to wash up!” You showed Sirius to your bathroom, “Help yourself to anything.”

“Anything?” Sirius purred.

“Sirius,” you stated in a stern voice, but you smiled. “Let's save the flirting until after your shower.”

He laughed, already starting to strip before even closing the bathroom door.

The warm water felt so pleasant as Sirius stepped into the shower.

He couldn't believe how it felt to be with you again. For the first time in a decade, Sirius felt human, not just an empty shell. He could feel all the muscles in his body relax, as he started to get comfortable.

He was so worried, that everything would feel awkward and different, that maybe you wouldn't even give him a chance. But you did, you welcomed him with open arms.

He took his time scrubbing every inch of himself. It only makes sense, when someone spends most of their time as a dog, the dirt and grime really start to build up.

Finally, feeling clean Sirius stepped out of the shower. His face looked a little bit better already.

“Y/n sweetheart, that smells fantastic,” Sirius complimented walking into the kitchen.

You laughed, “It's just soup-”

You almost choked seeing Sirius. He was practically naked, just a towel loosely hanging around his hips.

“Are you hungry, too?” he wiggled his brow. “Cause you're drooling.”

“Well, I'm sure if I were topless, you'd also be drooling too.”

“Actually, just the thought alone is pretty tempting.”

You shook your head, “Did you come here for refuge and to reconnect or just to get laid?”

“Can't it be both?” he shrugged.

“Sirius,” you sighed. You had so many questions. Why was he here? What exactly happened that night? What was he planning on doing now?

“I know, y/n,” he muttered, he knew what you were thinking and you had every right to be wary, but he wasn't ready to bring all that up. Not when he was just starting to remember what happy felt like.

“There are so many things for us to discuss but…” he pleaded. “But for right now, for tonight, let me have this.”

You cupped both sides of his face and looked into those gray eyes you loved so much.

“Alright, we'll pretend everything is fine,” you murmured.

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his. At first, Sirius didn't react, until he recovered from the shock of what was happening.

Cautiously, he held your waist and pulled you closer to him. The kiss began to heat up as your lips parted and his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You moaned at the sensation of his tongue rolling against yours.

Sirius smirked against your lips. He then breaks the kiss and latches onto your neck. His kisses are desperate and hungry. His tongue explores your tender skin and his teeth nibble on the nape of your neck.

You threw your head back, giving him better access to explore your other sweet spots, “More.”

“I'm happy to oblige,” Sirius helped you out of your shirt and bra, dropping both onto the floor.

You shuffled out of your shorts and kicked them aside. You touched across his chest and over his shoulders. Studying the symbols tattooed on his pale skin. You ran your fingers through his damp hair. This time you peppered him with kisses all over his collarbone.

You kissed along his jawline feeling his stubble and beard tickling your cheek. Your breasts pushed against his chest.

The skin to skin contact felt amazing.

Feeling your hands and body pressed against his skin healed him in a way nothing else ever could. All those years spent numb and alone immediately erased by your warm and loving touch.

“Don't stop touching me,” he mewled. “I don't think I've needed anything more.”

All he wanted was to be with you like this forever. To remain forever in your warmth, to not ever have to feel that coldness again.

You noticed the towel he was wearing was starting to pitch a tent. Carefully you palmed his erection and watched as Sirius closed his eyes and bit his lip.

You could feel how long and thick his cock was through the fabric. It didn't take much for you to undo it, letting the towel fall to his feet.

His moans were music to your ears as you stroked the shaft of his cock. He grabbed your hand, tugging it away from his dick.

“Sorry,” he chuckled lightly. “But I won't last long if you continue.”

Sirius guided you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of cock between your folds. He used your wetness to lubricate his shaft.

Typically, he would've done so much more before fucking like rubbing your clit, edging you to the near brink of an orgasm, fingering your tight cunt. But he couldn't hold out much longer, his self-control wearing thin.

He grunted and huffed as he pressed his cock inside of you. Your slick walls squeezed deliciously around his shaft.

“Sirius,” you gasped as his cock stretched your little hole.

He paused for a minute, allowing you time to adjust and giving himself a moment to admire your lovely face as it contorts.

He began to rock in and out of you. His cock reaching deeper and deeper into your cunt. Your back arched as he hit your g-spot.

You reached out, feeling his shoulder blades move and his muscles tighten.

You head started to spin as you became overwhelmed by pleasure. The only sounds you could hear were Sirius's panting and the wet slapping sounds of your flesh and his making contact.

You can feel your climax building. Soon your toes curl and you tremble as your body drifts into a euphoric state.

Sirius's nails dug into your thighs as he shudders against you. Your own orgasm causing him to cum. He grunts and growls loudly as he fills your pussy with his sperm.

His cock stayed buried in your cunt as he collapsed on top of you. That was probably the most intimate and emotional sex you've ever had.

The kitchen floor felt so cold against your hot skin. Needily, Sirius's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and his head nestled between your breasts.

“I love you, y/n. I wish I had told you sooner.”

You felt his tears run down onto your chest.

“I love you too,” you cooed playing with his hair.

“I want to stay but I can't…you deserve-”

“Shut it,” you reprimanded him. “I don't want to hear that. You're mine now, Sirius.”

“Y/n, I have to clear my name, I have to avenge James and Lily…” he explained, he nuzzled against you, needing more of your warmth. “I need to explain it all to my godson… to Harry.”

“Of course,” you swallowed, trying to hold back tears.

“We agreed on a summer wedding, right?” he mused quietly.

You nodded.

“I'll have this all sorted out by then, I promise,” he assured. Sirius raised his head, his hand gently caressing the side of your face. “Think you can wait a little longer for me?”

“You're worth the wait,” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his.

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Funny Business (Pt. II) Ron & Harry (aka Sore Feet)

Ao3 // FF.net

Part I

A/N: as promised, here is Part II for those in Blackpool and Rio Linda. As before, this is rated T/15 for innuendo and risque banter only. This isn’t necessarily Ace Safe so if you have any questions, I’ll happily answer them, on anonymous or not. This chapter is entirely Mostly in thanks to @fightfortherightsofhouseelves who kicked my ass for short-changing this chhapter. And I probably will write a third chapter when I get a few minutes from finishing 2 WIPs and updated the Multi-chapters that have been on hiatus - and starting a new Multi-Chapter fic starting April for hopefully May publishing start. - DG

Note: This isn’t Ron/Harry. This is Ron & Harry - platonic BrOTP. #justsayin

“So whose bloody idea was this?” Ron scrambled across a section of rocks before getting to the top of the ridge and waited for Harry. He was a little more nimble and made it up easy.

Harry bent over to loosen a stitch in his side. “Our wives, ya git.” He sucked in deep breaths for the fast climb up the switchbacks to the top. The 18kg pack on his back weighted him down some, with all of the gear they needed for their hiking trip.

“Our wives, ya git.” Harry huffed and panted as he walked up the hillside with the 17kg pack on his back. “I told Ginny about not spending time with you and this was what they came up with.” Harry stood up and continued walking forward on the trail, looking for the particular stop point Hermione mentioned for them.

“All you had to do was ask. It’s not like I won’t make time for my best mate.” Ron huffed on the climb up the trail.  He followed Harry and his pace. They learned the first hour that Harry couldn’t quite keep up with Ron’s stride.

“I didn’t know that. We barely talk except about business when I see you at work. Then you also work with George and he takes so much of your time too that I might see you outside of work once a month. The few times we had arrangements to meet, George had something for you last minute, or he tagged along, or you had to cancel because George had an idea and you had to work instead.” Harry stepped up to the fallen tree in front of him and groaned. “Look, I get it. George needs you. And you are part owner of the shop. But it seems like he’s your best mate now and I’m Dudley to you - on Christmas card terms.” Harry shifted the pack on his back before climbing up and over the tree. “Why did I promise my wife I’d do this without magic? This is bloody ridiculous.” He looked and saw that there were half a dozen more down before they could get back on the trail. He stepped off and landed with a thud. “This is like being on assignment except we’re not getting paid for it.”

“Hell if I know. But somehow Hermione got me to agree, too. She said something about character building or some other sort of rubbish.” Ron sat on the tree and swung his legs over. “I have enough character without adding more to it.”

“And this is the first night of our trip. Why the bloody hell did we agree on a four-day hiking trip to find our wives and kids? Oh right, that was my sister’s idea - and my wife’s too.”

Harry stopped and gave Ron a face. “You were incredibly busy so we had to schedule something. You were either on duty or working for George, with the only time you had left was either asleep or with the kids. And I’m not asking you to choose between me and the kids, no matter how much I natter.”

Harry shifted his pack on his hips before continuing on the trail. Even with the weight on his back and the fatigue he felt from hiking for eight hours, admitting such feelings to his best mate was freeing. Why hadn’t he said anything months ago? Then again, he trusted his wife to hear what he was thinking, admitting his vulnerability and not take the piss out of him.

Then again, he had to give Hermione credit. Being out here, in the woods with Ron with no one owling him constantly or sending emergency Patronus about not emergencies. Out here it was just a ruck full of gear, meals, water, and accommodations: tents, camp seats, cots, and other reasonable amenities. Hermione did the magic on their hiking rucks but didn’t make adjustments for the weight. Anything they wanted, they had to carry it – heavy or otherwise.

“Why the bloody hell did I think I needed a cast iron skillet for making our dinner? This ruck weighs too many bloody kilos.”

“You said you needed it for breakfast, to do a proper fry-up with eggs, rashers, and bangers, along with scones and other proper breakfast fares. I warned you but you said you couldn’t cook without it.”

“Well I’m a sodding git, that’s for sure.”

“No, you’re not. And I’m the one who insisted on bringing a full pillow and heavy sleeping bag.”

“Well, that’s just being smart since it’s supposed to be down ‘round 10 tonight. It might not be like sleeping rough in Scotland under the stars but I don’t want to repeat that on this trip.”

“Don’t remind me. That was a mission I intentionally blocked out and refused to tell Ginny about. She’d have gone spare if she knew that you were injured and we were out in freezing conditions and the only way we could survive was changing my Auror issue jacket into a wonky tent and your manky boots into some reasonable semblance of a sleeping bag. I doubt they’d understand that to keep from freezing to death that night was sleeping in that grotty bag together.”

Ron roared laughing. “I bet the only ones who wouldn’t take the piss from that situation would be Aurors who have gone through it countless times. And lemme say, mate, that you are not Hermione in the least.”

“And you’re not Ginny. You snore like a sodding steam train.”

“Let’s hope that we don’t chase a Death Eater wanna-be across a frozen lake and it wasn’t as frozen as we thought. Pulling your arse from the freezing waters was hard as hell. You had no dry clothes so stripping you down to your pants and then bundling you in the makeshift tent with a big fire did help until I could magically dry your clothes. I didn’t want to see your pasty arse, nor do I want to see it ever again.”

“Look who is talking, Mr. Specky Scrawny git. I’ve seen your arse too often for my own good, usually while it’s giving my Sister the business. It’s bad enough I hear her calling you her bitch.”

“I dunno where that started,” Harry stomped through a swollen creek, getting his trainers wet. “But she says that and then likes it when I tell her off for saying that. It’s gotten to be a game now.”

“I’m glad I don’t have to see that anymore, at least unless we’re at Mum’s for an entire day and you find an unoccupied bedroom.”

“Hypocrite. You have no qualms finding a quiet spot to –“

“Well, yes, that’s true. She’s gagging for me so much that – “

“I don’t need to hear any more. I’ve seen enough to need an Obliviator!”

“When have you seen anything, git?”

“Got a month? You and Hermione lived with us at Grimmauld Place for a few years ‘til you got married.”

“So I ask again: When did you ever see us like that?”

Harry stopped and turned around, looking slightly mortified. “Let’s see. There was the dining room table one night when Ginny came home from a late practice. And the time you broke the bed. And then there was the time in the front parlor, on the floor, and another time on the couch. I won’t even mention the downstairs loo or the upstairs loo when you forgot to close the door.”

“Well fuck.”

“Yeah, exactly what I said when I saw the two of you all,” Harry motioned with his hands in a general example of carnal relations with their spouse, “and many times more.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not a pervert. I’d think you were a voyeur or something.”

Harry picked up a clod of dirt and threw it at his best mate, striking him in the shin.

“What was that for, you git?”

“I’m not a voyeur. The two of you didn’t have the decency of doing it behind closed doors.”

“Says the hypocrite who had no qualms shagging his wife in public places.” Ron passed Harry on the trail and he had to race to catch up to his long-legged best friend.

“I can’t help it that she finds me fanciable and can’t wait to get her rocks off.”

They continued another hour before Ron pulled to a halt to stop and refill his water bottles.

“Didn’t Hermione say she’d leave a Harpy’s towel on a tree when there was a campsite nearby?”

“Yeah, she did,” Ron answered between chugs of water. “She said us obvious walnuts wouldn’t miss it.”

Harry pointed to the Harpies towel draped over a limb on a tree a few meters in front of him with a glowing arrow pointing to the right. The followed it for a few minutes and found a clearing next to a stream. “It looks like this is the spot they intended for us to camp at for the night.”

Harry walked to the other side of the clearing where there were some logs laid out, possibly for sitting or to contain a fire.  “Well, the stream is over there so we can get water for tea and there’s room to make camp on this side.”

“It’s a good thing it’s not hot,” Ron grumped. “I’d be miserable if it was hot.” Ron dropped his ruck to get his water bottle out and was chugging more down. Harry followed suit with his own bottle. “But knowing our wives, they’re going to kick us out like this often to get a break. Shit, I need a new shirt. I feel like I took a shower wearing my clothes.”

“Well you do look like a ponce dressed like that.” Harry smirked at Ron’s attire. He had on some hiking shorts made of some material Hermione called poly-something and a Canon’s t-shirt made of something that wasn’t cotton and a fluffy jacket she called Down. Down with what, he didn’t know.  The trainers he had on were quite nice, even if he groused earlier about them looking like oversized bloody beater bats. She even refused to do an extension charm on his pack so he could carry more things easier. “You should learn to do with only the basics, Ron.”

“Sod that,” he replies before being hit in the face with a set of socks.

“So how long do we have to get where our families are?”

“Hermione said it’s another 60 kilometers to their campsite from this one. She didn’t tell me where exactly but said if we followed the trail we’d run across them. So the way we’re going that should be not tomorrow night but the next one. ”

“So we are camping out in this rubbish for the night, by ourselves? And no Hermione or anyone else?” Ron looked a touch concerned. “I don’t have terribly fond memories of camping.”

“It sure looks like it and I don’t either. But maybe we can change that with this trip and future ones.”

“If I wake up with a bloody badger in the tent I’m blaming you for it.”

“You won’t. I can’t guarantee tomorrow or at the next 2 campsites.” Harry ducked the gob of mud Ron threw before grabbing the kettle and scurrying off for the stream. They’d flipped a galleon to see who would set up camp and who would get the water they would need for the night and the next morning. He trod back on the stream to collect water and have a few minutes to think.

He still felt like getting a few things off his chest with Ron but figured it could wait until later tonight or even tomorrow. He filled the litre bottles along with the kettle and walked back to camp. When he returned Ron had the spacious tent set up along with a fire started. “At least they picked a decent spot for us.” Ron was digging in his ruck and yanked out a cauldron that looked big enough for Mrs. Weasley to feed the entire family. Ron pulled his wand and pointed it at the cast iron cauldron, silently casting Tertego to clean it.

Harry gasped. “You’re using magic to set it all up?”

“Why not? I’m hungry. There’s food in my pack that needs to be eaten. I’m quite sure you’re peckish too.” Ron reached down deep inside his ruck and pulled out an enormous earthen pot. “Dinner tonight is Irish Stew and I have a loaf of bread for it, too.”

Harry sighed. “Why not?” He pulled his wand and set up his tent which connected to Ron’s. They hadn’t seen a soul all day on the trail so Harry didn’t anticipate seeing anyone tonight sharing their camping site. The seclusion was nice especially outside and away from the hustle and bustle of their frantic lives. It was what he quietly needed – time away from everything to relax with his best mate and talk – or not talk.

“Hey Ron?”

Ron poked his head up from his pack, holding a huge platter of food that Hermione packed for him. Harry knew he had one too in his ruck.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you said you’d do this with me.”

“Well, don’t tell Hermione but I needed the break from working too much too. Fortunately I got things settled at the Ministry and George would have coverage for the few days we’re gone.”

“Ron?” Harry felt his insides curdling like bad milk.

“Yeah?”

“We should do this more often.” Harry wanted to slap himself silly for not admitting what he really wanted to say.

“We will.” Ron took the kettle back from Harry and hung it over the fire to heat the water for their tea. He took the kettle off and put their meals packed in foil to reheat.

Harry opened his ruck and shoved his arm down deep to find the camp chair he’d packed. There was a second one in there too, for Ron, since he carried their cooking pots. He found both and yanked them out. With a little bit of help via magic, he had the chairs sitting close to the fire with a cold butterbeer. He’d brought them with.

Ron poked at the fire with a stick, getting the foil packets flipped. “What?” he asked when Harry was giving him a particular look. “So I’m trying to keep to the spirit of this trip,” he said.

Harry sat back laughing. “I’m glad you’re trying, at least.”

“I thought you’d have brought some of those sodding foam pads for us to sit on.”

“Nah. I figured I could hump the chairs for us to use.”

“I’m glad you did. I didn’t think I could stand sitting my arse on the ground for a couple of nights. We did enough of that way back when and I didn’t want to do it again.”

“You’re getting soft in your old age.” Harry’s grin gave away his cheek.

“Nope, just my arse. The kids keep me young and so do my manticores.”

“It’s cute how you refer to the Aurors in your charge.”

“What, manticores? Nah. That’s Rose and Hugo. The Aurors are a breeze compared to them. Merlin, who’d have thought they’d have Hermione’s thirst for knowledge, my appetite, her insomnia, and my propensity to be loud. It’s a wonder we can get them to sleep six hours a night. Merlin knows that it doesn’t happen as much as we’d like. I blame it on Hermione’s insomnia while she was pregnant and on bedrest.”

“Then it’s a good thing that Hermione can work from home. I know you wouldn’t want your Mum to keep the kids the few extra days.”

“Hermione does, sometimes, during the summer when the kids are home. But then she’s in the office at 5am and then off at 2 unless something comes up. I pack them off to primary and she picks them up afterwards. It’s the best of both worlds.” Ron pulled the kettle off of the fire and made them tea.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, about George. He’s my brother and I love him.  And there are days I want to throw a cauldron at him. But I choose you any day and twice on Holidays. However, George still needs me. You don’t, not like he does. You don’t need me to get through your rough rays or take over when you’re curled up in a ball and can’t move much less function.”

“I do need you. You’re my best friend.”

“I know.” Ron handed over a huge bowl of stew to Harry before moving his chair over next to him. “It’s been barmy the last month and I heard it from Hermione. But I’ll also tell George he needs to share me more.” Ron grinned over his bowl of stew. “I hadn’t realized that it had gotten so bad that I hadn’t seen you otherwise in months. Anyway, I trust Ginny to be there for you. When she can’t handle it, I’m there. We might be busier than rent boys trying to make the rent the next day but I’m not going anywhere. Only way I’m abandoning you is if I board the train before you do – and then I’m not getting on it ‘til you get there.

Harry’s ears and face burned bright. Ron rarely spoke so forcefully about their friendship.

“If you want your stew warmed I’ll trade it out for fresh in the pot.”

Harry shook himself from his thoughts. “What?”

“Food. Hot. Eat.” Ron smirked.

“Oh yeah, right.” Harry handed over his bowl and Ron traded it out for hot stew. Harry tucked in to clear the loadstone from his throat and to fight back the tears threatening to make him look a ponce.

“So since you’re an original investor in the Wheezes – “

“I told George that it was a gift, not an investment.”

“And I told you that you were full of shite. I already have Fred’s shares but you are still a silent partner. It’s in the contract. So I can discuss with you our ideas for the coming year.”

“Ron, it’s still business.”

“So? It’s funny business. It’s full of laughs and gags and pranks. And listen, I have this idea for a line of kid’s pranks, funny and intended to teach safe prank ideas instead of mean ones.” Ron launched into his ideas for new products, ones that George was testing currently. “And I will mention the new sign: Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes - Funny Business, Inc.”

Harry laughed. He laughed so hard that his sides were hurting.

“And that profit amount goes to the Fred Weasley Hogwarts Trust.”

Harry choked on his laugh. “You’re finally doing it? For real?”   

“Yeah, I finally am. George is in agreement, and so is Hermione. Bill will administer it so it won’t deplete financially and Dad and Fleur will oversee it, so no one is in complete control. It’s a win/win for everyone.”

“You know how many kids will be able to – “

“I do. I promised myself that if I ever got rich – as in having enough money with more left over that I can’t decide on how to spend it, that I’d set this up. So I am. Percy got the house but I got the vault. He wanted her House and she doted on him as her favorite – but the vault was how Mum made sure I was sorted. She knew the rest would be fine. Between George and Bill, I’m probably as wealthy as you are.”

Harry sat there boggled. He didn’t know, at all.

“Blimey!” “Yeah, pretty mad, isn’t it?”

“Completely mental, isn’t it?” He got lost in his own thoughts until Harry pointed out the cauldron turning a faint shade of orange. Ron pulled it off the direct fire and let it hover higher over it before setting it down on the flat stones surrounding the fire.

They both had been too busy to talk bollocks in entirely too long.

“So let me tell you about the time I turned my hair green from a potion exploding in the stockroom one time.” He lit into the story, leaving nothing out, and Harry was falling out of his chair laughing until his sides hurt again.

The laughs between best friends went on for hours, even as tired as they were.  Only when the fire burned down to ash and the stars provided the only light did they turn into their respective bunks in the combined tent, each sleeping soundly for the first night in months.

The next morning, all was well between the best friends.