#I'll post this soon on Ao3

[startanewdream]

can you write a fan fic on Sirius giving Harry advice on Ginny. I need Hinny fluff!

This was sent so many years months ago, hope you'll still read it, Anon!

godfatherly advice

Summary: Sirius and Remus discuss Harry's love life. Set during OotP. Around 1600 words.

“Do you remember a girl named Cho Chang?”

It is the sudden change in their talk — they had been exchanging stories of their favorite Christmas dinners at Hogwarts — that makes Remus blink, surprised. He turns to Sirius, but his friend is now looking at the far corner of the kitchen where Harry is playing Explosive Snap.

“What?”

“When you were teaching at Hogwarts,” Sirius answers, sounding impatient. “There was a girl called Cho Chang, right?”

“Right,” Remus agrees slowly. “Ah—she was in the Fourth Year. Ravenclaw. Bright girl. She wrote this essay about curses—”

Sirius waves him off. “Fourth Year,” he muses. “One year above Harry, then. Different houses. Not much in common.” He shifts his weight from one foot to another. “Pretty girl?”

He jumps. “I didn’t notice it! I was her professor—”

“Oh, get a grip.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “Think like a fifteen-year-old boy—never mind, you never mentioned your crushes back in school, I don’t think you were ever a teenager.”

Warmth floods Remus’ face, and he deviates his gaze. “Why are you asking, anyway?”

“Hum…” Sirius seems as embarrassed as he gets. “Rumour has it that Harry’s got a crush on this girl.”

“Rumour.” Remus glances at where Tonks and Hermione are talking with the Weasley twins. “I guess this rumour is friends with one of Harry’s best friends.”

“I am not discussing my sources with you. But if you can trust this particular rumour, and you can… Harry and this girl, Cho, got friendly before the end of the term.”

“Oh.” Remus watches Harry for a moment. With his overly large shirt and laughing freely as he plays Explosive Snap with Ginny Weasley, Harry doesn’t look his age. “I forgot he is old enough to have a girlfriend.”

There’s a grunt in answer. Sirius is frowning, displeased.

“What?”

“I don’t think she is his girlfriend. From what Ton—my source mentioned, it was just a snog or something like that. “

Remus raises his eyebrows. “Just a snog? That doesn’t sound like Harry.” Sure, Remus may have missed a few — a lot of — years staying away from Harry, but he got to know him during his time as a professor. And between Voldemort and the Triwizard Tournament, not to mention all the stress of this year, he doubts Harry has turned into some kind of Casanova since then. 

“No,” Sirius shakes his head. “But from what I got, Harry has had feelings for this girl for ages, but it is complicated—she was the girlfriend of the Diggory boy. The one who died in the Triwizard Tournament.”

Remus sighs. “Nothing is ever easy for Harry, is it?”

“Maybe,” Sirius mumbles, seemingly to himself. “But when Harry finally snogs the girl he’s been pinning for so long—you would think he might mention something to me.”

“Is that what’s bothering you?” Remus can’t help his smirk. “You know you owe him the talk, right?”

Sirius flushes slightly. “It’s not his silence that’s upsetting,” he says haughtily, clearly determined to ignore the second part of what Remus told him. “But rather—do you remember when James and Lily finally snogged?” That familiar jolt of pain hits Remus; his smile is wistful as he nods. “James kept smiling so much that it looked as if he had overdosed on an Euphoria Elixir.”

“And he couldn’t stop babbling about it—it was three in the morning, and he was still gushing.”

“Yeah.” Sirius looks older for a moment, his gaze far away before he nods towards Harry. “Does Harry look remotely like James did?”

“I don’t know. He seems quite happy now.” And as to prove his point, Harry’s laugh echoes in the kitchen for a moment. The cards have exploded, drawing everyone’s attention, though neither Harry and Ginny seem to mind. They are chuckling, and even though his own face is painted with soot, Harry jumps to smooth the small flames over the tips of Ginny’s hair. 

“Exactly!” Sirius beacons him to come closer, his eyes shining with mischief. “And not because of this Cho Chang girl, but rather…”

Sirius’ voice drifts away, conspiratorially. It takes Remus a few seconds — during which, impatient, Sirius glances meaningfully at the place where Harry and Ginny are — before he understands.

“Harry and Ginny? They are friends.”

“So were James and Lily.”

“Yeah, but aren’t you forgetting the part where James made a fool of himself whenever Lily Evans was around?”

Sirius shrugs. “Things never happen twice the same way. In fact, rumour has it that Ginny used to have a massive crush on Harry.”

“Hmmm.” Remus considers this for a moment, before deciding it is no big secret. “This one is true, when I was her teacher, I saw how she acted whenever Harry was around… but I thought it was because of that Chamber of Secrets incident.” He shakes his head. The things Harry faced at Hogwarts…

“Very romantic, I guess. The hero saves the girl… and usually gets the girl.”

“I think the hero was too young then to care about these things.”

“And now he is older, but he doesn’t seem to be caring for the right person.”

Remus blinks. “Aren’t you being too judgemental? You have just heard about this girl.”

“I am judgmental, but not of Cho Chang. I’m judging Harry.”

“Who is acting as a teenager for once?”

“I just mean… I thought they would make a good couple. Harry and Ginny. They share the same slightly twisted sense of humour and they seem good together.”

Remus sips from his goblet, allowing himself some time to consider it. Harry and Ginny have split up now; while Ginny is chatting excitedly with Tonks and Hermione, Harry has joined Ron, but now and then he glances at Ginny’s back — fondly, not exactly romantic, but maybe there is a spark there, a seed that could grow. There had been some storm over Harry’s head during that Christmas break, something related to the vision of Arthur being attacked; that storm is gone now, and though Remus has no idea of what exactly unfolded, somehow he thinks it was because of Ginny Weasley.

“They would match,” he agrees, and then, because this is Sirius he’s talking to, he adds carefully, “but you shouldn’t meddle with them.”

“I would never,” Sirius rebuffs at once, but there is a mischief spark in his eyes, so alive, that Remus knows this isn’t the end of it.

“Sirius—”

“Speaking about match-making, don’t you think my cousin looks splendid tonight?”

The inevitable flush that floods his cheeks is enough to make Remus change the subject.

He isn’t really surprised to find out, a couple hours later, that Sirius has cornered Harry as they clean up the last remains of supper. 

“How are things at Hogwarts? Any good news?”

Harry seems taken aback. “You know how things are,” he says, looking at Sirius as if he’s considering his godfather lost his mind. Remus winces, then unsuccessfully tries to get Sirius’ attention.

“I was thinking about things you might not mention in a letter or during a fireplace call, like… Maybe some romance in the air?”

Smoothness, Remus considers, was never Sirius’ strength. Harry flushes a deep red, all his attention in drying the dishes as if his life depends upon it.

“Er—okay. Not anything worth mentioning, just the same.”

“The same,” repeats Sirius slowly. Perhaps he senses that Harry is ready to run — his eyes have shifted to the door a couple times as if he is considering how many steps he needs to be away from there — because Sirius suddenly smiles. “You know, your father never had eyes for anyone but your mother.”

Harry’s eyes open. “Really?”

“Really.” Sirius looks only encouraged. “Now, James was a popular guy, a Quidditch hero, had a great sense of humor, and of course an amazing taste in his best friend, so there were girls chasing after him, but he never cared for anyone else. And he was right, because he and Lily… they were just perfect, destined to be together.”

There’s a dreamy expression on Harry’s face. Remus knows Harry is away thirsty for any information he might receive from his parents, so he may just be considering this new piece of the puzzle that are his parents. But as he drifts, destined or not, Harry’s gaze seems to fall on the corner where Ginny is now sitting by herself, playing with the cat.

And Sirius, bless him, notices it. He barely contains a grin.

“So, you get what I mean, right? When you find the one, you know you did. Someone with whom you really connect, someone who makes you laugh, who gets you. You don’t waste your time snogging anyone else…”

Harry blinks, suddenly pulled back to Earth. “Snogging?” His gaze is suspicious. “Who said anything about me… snogging?”

“No one. This is not the point, I just—”

“It’s late, I should get some sleep.” Harry glances helplessly at Remus, who nods.

“We’ll leave for St Mungo’s early tomorrow,” he agrees.

“Right.” Sirius looks as flustered as Harry does. “But Harry—you understood what I said? About the one—”

“Yes, yes.” Now Harry is almost at the door. “Good night!”

Remus gives him a few seconds before shaking his head at Sirius. “You should not have—”

“I just did what I am sure James and Lily would like me to do. They would adore Ginny.” The mischief is back on Sirius’ eyes. “Speaking of—I heard Ginny might be dating someone, I think she needs a piece of advice as well.”

“Fred and George have mentioned her Bat Bogey Hex—” But Sirius is not listening to him anymore, already crossing the room. Remus sighs as he sits to watch the scene; he supposes he could use a last laugh before going to bed.

[unicornpopcorn14]

An add-on to the touch averse Chuuya headconnon!

Chapters: 4/6 || Words: 31.2k || Category: Platonic Teen Skk

Summary:

Chuuya was never a tactile person…

But for the one who’s trying so hard to initiate contact for no other reason than to spite him, he might as well try to be.

Or: 5 times Chuuya hugged Dazai when he didn't/couldn't hug back, and 1 time his partner requited the gesture.

[gingermintpepper]

I would really like to read one piece of writing, amateur or not, that features Apollo and Zeus having a positive relationship. One. Any one. It could be 30 words long for all I care. I just need confirmation that one other writer actively producing content in the Greek Mythology sector doesn't think of Apollo as Zeus' toy, sexual or otherwise, or of Zeus purposefully surpressing Apollo because he doesn't want him to surpass his power, or of Apollo only being obedient to his father over all else because of fear and physical abuse, or of any other reason possibly invented except some sort of mutual understanding and respect.

It should not be this difficult to find content where they do not hate each other.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Suptober 2024 - Prompt: Sigils

This ficlet is called "Except Cas" and you can also find it on AO3 here.

"Dean." Cas starts, sitting back up as he breaks their kiss. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure." Dean says, studying him while he is laid down on the bed with the angel straddling his upper thighs.

"I'd like to change the sigils on your ribs to be able to find you when I want to." Cas admits, without looking at Dean, he focuses on his fingers tracing soft, random patterns on Dean's chest instead.

"What? Like adding an 'except Cas' at the end?" Dean asks jokingly.

"I searched for it and it's more complicated than that. Plus it might hurt so if you don't want to I understand." Cas still can't look at him, while minutes ago he was kissing him hungrily.

"No, no, I'm fine with that. I mean I'm not against you finding me easily, especially in case of emergency." Dean accepts, taking Cas's hand in his, which makes the angel look at him a bit astonished.

"It's useful not only for emergency you know." Cas smiles and Dean thinks this is a slight smirk so he definitely wants to know more.

"For what then?" Dean wonders curiously.

"I - I could hear your longing better." Cas confesses.

"Oh - oooh." Dean realizes. "That can come in handy." Dean jokes.

"Exactly." Cas answers, definitely smirking this time, and his hand slide down along Dean's ribs, on his stomach, to end up on the bulge in his boxer briefs. Cas strokes his length through the fabric and gets a groan from the man under him. “Handy.” Cas whispers against Dean’s lips, while his hand snakes under the fabric and takes him, loosely working with his fist around Dean’s length.

He doesn’t kiss him though, and Dean groans from frustration this time, but not for so long.

Cas takes Dean’s cock out of his boxer briefs and pours some lube in his hands. They work beautifully around it while Cas can’t stop looking at the hunter this time, studying every single one of his reactions. And he smirks again when he feels Dean’s hips trying to chase his hands with difficulty under his weight. So, he wipes one of his hand on the sheets and places it on Dean’s sternum to hold him down.

“Cas.” Dean moans and the angel can feel it resonating under his hand, the other still bobbing Dean’s cock. “Do it now.” Dean suggests between moans.

“Are you sure?” Cas hesitates because he knows this might hurt.

“Do it, Cas!” Dean orders, he is already so close. “Now!” Dean insists. So, Cas does as told. He changes the sigils on Dean’s ribs while still trying to make him fall over the edge.

Dean feels like his whole chest is tingling. It hurts and it's longer than last time because it's more complicated but that hand on his chest filling him with grace mixed with the feeling of Cas's hand working around is cock is too good. With the pain and the pleasure he feels, he reaches his orgasm while Cas’s eyes shine bright above him.

“Are you alright, Dean?” Cas worries, his eyes back to normal, but still with his usual unnatural shade of blue. Dean’s breath is still jerky but it’s slowing down. Cas cleans them both before Dean even realizes he needed to be. Then Cas lies down on the hunter, kissing his forehead. “Answer me, please.” He talks softly.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine. So is it done?” Dean asks, closing his eyes at the angel’s soft touches on his still oversensitive body.

“It is. I can now find you easily when you need me to.” Cas explains, kissing Dean’s lips tenderly.

“Great.” Dean sighs, relaxed.  

“You should do the same for Sammy.” Dean suggests, his eyes still closed. Then he realizes what he just said, when Cas stops kissing and stroking him softly, and opens his eyes widely, “Not the same same. But you know, the sigils thing.”

“I will, Dean.” Cas answers, smiling against his neck, then kisses and bites him there.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks, definitely not against what’s happening.

“I can hear your longing now. I know that you want me to fuck you and I attend to give you what you want.” Cas confesses, against Dean’s chest, licking his nipple on his way down. And Dean bites his lower lip in anticipation. “I love you too.” Cas responds to Dean’s longing and Dean pulls him up to kiss him again.

Thank you @wigglebox for that list of prompts and especially this one, it was really inspiring for me, I do have another idea in my drafts for sigils.

[ohmytiredheart]

It's uncanny how much the FNAF lore actually makes sense if you look at it through the eyes of TMA

[fantasy-girl974]

▶ 10 years [Part 1/4]

[tennessoui]

au where obi-wan gets prophetic dreams of anakin’s fall but they’re the kenobi show montage dreams where nothing useful can be gleaned about how to stop it; so obi-wan decides he just needs to leave the order. anakin is only 12, he can be trained by another master. obi-wan didn’t even have a master when he was 12. anakin will be fine. stars, he’ll probably be better.

of course he’s not and of course obi-wan abandoning him pushes him closer to palpatine and he falls much sooner, becoming a baby sith that palpatine mostly farms out to dooku for training because anakin at 16, 17, 18 is a lot

and when he falls, the jedi order is like hm. we’re gonna tell kenobi about this. cause now skywalker is a sith with a sith master, and a grudge the size of coruscant against the guy who left him, so. let’s just give him a heads up to maybe consider going into hiding

but of COURSE when obi-wan hears his precious padawan STILL FELL he goes right to count dooku and asks to be his apprentice, he’d make such a good apprentice, dooku always liked him when he was qui-gon’s padawan, remember? now he could be his apprentice

dooku knows that with skywalker, 19 and well-trained now in the picture, his usefulness to sidious is running out, so he doesn’t have a lot of reasons to say no to kenobi. and kenobi is right. he did always like him when he was qui-gon’s apprentice, so sure he’ll give him a sith name (solence) and a red lightsaber (sick)

but basically this leads to very awkward sith family dinners where darth vader--is trying to kill darth solence with his eyes and sometimes the nearest oyster fork, darth solence is throwing sad kicked puppy expressions across the table at darth vader and sighing into his dessert pudding all the while debating with darth tyranus about how good the dark side could really be, i mean, if one were to really think about it, especially in comparison to the life we all led at the Temple, remember anakin? you loved life at the Temple.

darth sidious stopped accepting the invites five dinners ago.

[thelionheartedo3]

influencer (ii)

summary: In which Ely's still dealing with her cat being Instagram famous.

[part 6]

When Ely steps into the kitchen, she's expecting someone to be there. The vampires normally wait for her for breakfast, and Nate usually feeds Mango while Ely's in the shower.

Today, though, there's someone she isn't expecting at the table.

Mango's still there, still half hunched over her food plate, but she keeps shooting looks towards the table until Ely garners her attention and she trots over, giving a plaintive mew up to her.

Rebecca glances up from the manilla folder at the sound, pressing a small, hesitant smile on her face.

"Good morning," she greets.

Ely stares at her in silence for a moment longer, before stepping forward towards the island so she can get started on her breakfast.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"The rest of the Unit is on an extra patrol," Rebecca states. "I didn't think you'd appreciate being left completely alone."

"Like that's ever been an issue for you before," Ely huffs, shaking her head.

"Elyse—"

"Save it; I'll eat in the dining room once my food's done to not ruin your work atmosphere."

An uncomfortable silence falls over them at that. Mango keeps skittering to grab a bite of food before racing back to Ely's side, out of Rebecca's sight.

She had thought the cat would be more comfortable around her considering everyone else she lives with is fine with Rebecca, but Mango was Ely's girl through and through.

As the smell of fresh coffee fills the room and Ely's knife slices through the strawberries she's washed, she pauses, considering, before clearing her throat lightly.

Rebecca chances a glance up.

"Are you aware your granddaughter has twenty-seven thousand followers on Instagram?"

"My—what?"

[incandescentflower]

Posting my little response ficlet to this post by @dimplesandfierceeyes here so I don't lose it.

Monday Motivations

Somehow Monday had become Pat's favorite day of the week. It was a weird realization at first, discovering on Sunday nights Pat was often looking forward to Monday and the quiet afternoon he typically would spend catching up on assignments for his Tuesday Project Management course.

It wasn't really that he especially enjoyed Project Management. He understood why he needed to understand Gantt charts and be able to assign resources appropriately, but it wasn't his favorite course or anything. But it was something that was fairly easy to practice. It was almost meditative, just take the tools and apply them, rinse, repeat.

And somehow Pran was always there with Pat when he studied on Mondays.

Pran had his Construction course in the morning and would spend Sunday nights studying and memorizing materials for his weekly quizzes. Pran was good at tests. He was always so organized, so well-prepared, but he also was really stressed about them so this course would require a weekly cycle of him ramping up for an exam and all that entailed.

But then after Pran would come home from his class, grab a sandwich and then he would just lay out on the couch. He'd put his head on Pat's lap and kind of collapse. Week after week it just seemed to keep happening. Pat liked to study there in Pran's apartment and once he knew Pran's schedule, Pat seemed to always be there, his lap ready to be a pillow for a sleepy Pran.

Pat kind of felt bad because he started looking forward to when Pran had tests. No matter what class, no matter the stakes of the exam, the next day Pat got to have a soft, sleepy Pran to cuddle up with until he reset and recharged. They were brief moments - an hour here, an afternoon there, but Pat reveled in them.

It wasn't like he didn't get to cuddle with Pran other times. But this was a specific type of Pran, one that had pushed himself to his limit, had worked his hardest and come to Pat to reset, clinging onto him as he exhaled deeply, finally letting the stress of it all go.

truth, these moments recharged Pat too. He wasn't one to need recovery after exams, but Pat needed to have ways to keep up his momentum and these times with Pran, him sleeping and Pat studying, they made him feel like he was supporting Pran. So Pat found reasons to study longer in Pran's apartment and honestly, his grades got even better.

Sometimes Pat wondered if Pran did it on purpose to make Pat study longer. Pran was conniving like that. Even if that was part of the reason Pran sought him out like that, Pat didn't really want to know.

Maybe if Pat played his cards right, Pran would be open to other motivational tools. Pat could definitely work that angle, but it would have to wait. He needed to finish this assignment first.

[zero-max]

Just some silly little concept sketches I did for the amazing @asteral-feileacan for the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024!

These are my ideas for a zombie/apocalypse au where the golden trio are among the few survivors. In my head this would also function as a post/alternative ROTS au, where instead of falling to the darkside he's presumably killed by zombies, making everyone assume he's dead or turned (which is just my excuse to give him a shit ton of scars). Obi-Wan and Ahsoka end up teaming up and traveling the galaxy together, trying to help people where they can while fighting zombies along the way.

I had plans to make a bigger piece but I ended up spending way to long with drawing out my concept ideas, but I still hope you enjoy what I cooked up plus my silly au thoughts. ^^

Full page spread under the cut^^

[blommis-writes]

*struggling to write more than three pages per day for my dissertation* ugh this can't be the same brain that wrote down 17 pages of unabashed p0rn of two One Piece characters in the span of two hours

[userautumn]

hi i think it was you that posted that eddietommy at the vegas fight smut drabble/fic but I cannot find it :( I think about it all the time do you happen to have it somewhere? thank you!!!

Here you go, babe.

[mothtimecutie]

starting a small series where i get to talk about (and interact with) all my faves lol pt2 (NOT SHIP ART!!!)

my commissions are open!

[evilasiangenius]

Sneak Preview: The Canterbury Tales Roadtrip

Aziraphale carried Crowley into the inn. The demon was still dead asleep and wrapped up – even his face was entirely hidden in the folds of Aziraphale’s hyacinth-colored cloak, and the angel resisted the temptation to push that fur-lined wool back just a little bit so that he could stroke the demon’s dark curling hair.

“I’m sorry, you can’t bring in anyone sick!” the innkeeper began, moving to block the way.

“Oh no, he’s not sick at all. He’s quite healthy, through and through. I doubt the plague could even touch him. Besides, this. This. Er, this is…” Aziraphale panicked for a moment, trying to think up an excuse. “This is…erm, this is…this is my son!”

“I’m not his son,” Crowley’s voice was muffled from beneath the enshrouding cloak.

“Ha ha, that’s exactly the kind of backchat a son would say. My son. These young folks and their jests, really. Now now, my child, behave or I might accidentally drop you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Quiet, child. The adults are talking.”

Crowley gasped in outrage.

“Anyhow, the poor child fell asleep on my horse, which reminds me, if you could send someone to make sure my palfrey’s watered and fed, I’d appreciate it. I can handle the grooming myself–”

“Did you say horse?” The innkeeper’s ears pricked up at the suggestion of wealth, and then he inspected Aziraphale a little more closely, from the cream-colored silk velvet of his long calf-length pleated houppelandes, the sleeves fashionably scalloped and trimmed with the same pale blue-gray fur lining of the hyacinth cloak to the low slung belt with elaborate metal ornaments of gold-chased bronze and hanging tassels of silk, among which hung a heavy purse. “Come in, come in! Please, did you want a room? You’ll be wanting a room, we got the very best rooms for a man of your standing, Sir…?”

“Ahem, if you must know, I am a knight. Sir Aziraphale, a knight of the crown,” Aziraphale said, resting his hand upon a hilt made of white horn and bound with golden silk cord. “As you can see by my sword.”

“Oh, so that’s what was poking my back,” Crowley said softly, just loud enough for Aziraphale to hear.

Aziraphale went bright red. “And my son who is my squire.” He drew Crowley a bit closer, and whispered into the demon’s ear. “Don’t make me drop you.”

“Yes, I’ll behave. Daddy,” Crowley laughed, looking up into Aziraphale’s flustered, consternated face.

[gummysunnybear]

They need some angst soon...They are being way to happy...Hm 🤔

[medeaaasworld]

Are we waiting for daddy dearest to show up??