#coming back of zar

[bartyslut]

guys when zar came back on ao3, the word count of crimson rivers changed to 865, 000 from 864,930?? can someone tell me what has been changed?

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Okay does ANYONE on the Enterprise have a good relationship with their parents or with their own offspring?

[slytherinboysvip]

Imagine best friend Mattheo being absolutely obsessed with his innocent little Hufflepuff bsf but she just can’t tell. Everyone else knows, and it is quite obvious, but she just can’t think someone like him would want someone like her. But when she jokingly says she’s gonna get Cedric to take her virginity he decides it’s time he came clean.

Possibly with some soft smut if you are comfortable with it of course

bsf mattheo riddle x hufflepuff reader

hopefully this matches your request <3 i’ll most likely make a part 2 for this because.. you’ll see ;) 3.5k words

you lived a rather simple uncomplicated life, attending hogwarts as a hufflepuff with no interest in anyone’s drama. though you kept to yourself most times you tried to be nice to all your peers maintaining your classic hufflepuff demeanor, despite this there was one thing that was different about you.

you see, you didn’t see or understand why people don’t like other houses just because of “house rivalry” especially the students who weren’t even participating in any sports or point winning. and with this over your years though you had few friends you had one best friend who at first seemed rather impossible to be friends with.. mattheo riddle.

when you two met you were a fourth year and him a fifth, coincidentally you were going on to a few friends about your annoyance with people automatically assuming the worst of slytherin even though you yourself weren’t in their house or nearly like one. mattheo overheard this heated- adorable voice coming from behind him and he walked towards you carefully.

he sat down in front of you beside your friend as she gawked faces towards you at his presence. “you don’t think we’re too mean, huh?” he questioned small laugh leaving his lips. “i just think that some people are misunderstood and just because some wizards turned out bad doesn’t mean all of them in your house are” you looked at him answering his question with ease

he smirked in amusement and leaned a little closer to you “hm, hufflepuff eh? what year are you puff?” he sat back examining you and you didn’t fail to notice that nickname he slipped in “fourth year but i have an early birthday which is annoying because i could technically be out sooner” you sighed ignoring his staring.

“well, seeing as it’s ravenclaw against gryffindor do you wanna watch the quidditch game with me i know the best view” he stood up and held his hand out for you, you look towards your friends and they’re both nodding their heads for you to go so you did.

from that point on you and mattheo had been best friends, sadly he was in his seventh year and now you in your sixth nothing much had changed in your life. living vicariously through mattheo and his stories about slytherin parties and how you should go to one with him before it’s too late, he’d tell you about his sexual adventures and your jaw would drop everytime.

you yourself also confided in him though with much less interesting things, telling him how you feel unlikeable by guys sometimes because they never try to get or talk to you, or how you feel lonely because you’ve never had a a boyfriend before. hed always help soothe the thoughts away, telling you that it’s only your brain making those things up , “listen y/n, anyone who doesn’t love you is fucking insane”.

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talking to your friend zarah who’d been there since day one you always told her what you told matt, for the most part. “i just don’t get why nobody is interested in me zar, like am i genuinely that ugly” you plopped onto your bed sighing dramatically. “you’re not ugly and if you think no guys want you you’re blind i know one in particular that really, really wants you” she giggled.

you looked at her with a confused expression “i must be missing something because i have no idea who you’re talking about” you awaited her response and she just rolled her eyes and sighed “girl your practically boyfriend of a best friend you do everything with” she gave you a duh look and you just laughed. you genuinely couldn’t believe she’d even think he’d like you especially with all the girls he’d been with, “you’re hilarious, we both know he doesn’t want me he wants all the girls he tells me about” you started to compose yourself but zarah’s expression didn’t change.

“you literally must be blind y/n do you need glasses? or should i say puff? let’s talk about how that man hasn’t stopped calling you that pet name since you’ve met.. he’s in love” she rolled her eyes raising her hands in the air. “i still don’t think he wants me so there’s no convincing me” you shrugged her off and she groaned getting up and leaving your shared dorm.

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“puff you gotta come to this party, slytherin won agains gryffindor i just know this is gonna be the party you want to go to pleaseee” mattheo put his hands on your shoulders shaking you “fiinee” you attempted to answer between shakes before he let you go “if i would’ve known it was that easy i would’ve done that years ago” he rolled his eyes.

“anyways it’s tonight at like 8 so i’ll just get you from your dorm at like 7 do you think they’ll let me in? actually what’s the password?” he didn’t give you time to finish any of your sentences before you just gave him the password “butterscotch” you whispered, in response mattheo laughed “fucking butterscotch merlin that’s hilarious” you looked up at him and rolled your eyes walking away.

“i’ll see you at 7 puff” he yelled across the hall and you just gave a thumbs up and continued walking. you honestly were quite nervous seeing as you’ve never necessarily been to a party before, you’ve made small appearances at hufflepuff parties but you’ve heard they don’t even compare to slytherin.

making your way into your dorm you spot zarah and you pull her up from the common room couch “i finally said yes to a party need help now” you quickly mumbled and she quickened her pace “when does it start girl i need the info right this second come on you’re talking too long for me” she rushed and you blurted it all out “8pm he’s getting me at 7 he has the password he will be at the dorm” closing the door behind you two you both stopped to catch your breath

“sooo is it a dateee” she shimmied her arm on you winking “i already told you he doesn’t like me!!” you replied to her relentlessness. “ugh whatever we need to get you ready girl it’s already six” she pushed you onto your shared vanity chair and pulled out all of your makeup and a few things of hers, “creative control?” she asked smirking at you “mm fine but not too much” you agreed “we’ll see” she giggled.

after around 30 minutes she finished your makeup and she showed you the finished product, looking at yourself in the mirror you thought how you never would’ve put on red lipstick yet you feel really good in it. she gave you a small smokey eye and a small winged liner and you felt you looked more aggressive then you were, but you kinda loved it.

“it’s so much but so pretty” you admired yourself and the makeup she put on you slowly getting used to the feeling of fake eyelashes on your eyes. “i’m so glad you love it, but we need to find an outfit like three hours ago” she joked and rushed to your closets “i actually have the perfect dress in mind if you’re feeling the want to rep slytherin green” she raised her eyebrows up at you in a suggestive matter “sure why not” you shrugged

she handed you a velvet body con forest green dress that you were sure was going to be extremely short and you mean in every place. she held it up onto you “this will be perfect. get it on come on” she rushed you into the bathroom and you began putting it on “this is sooo tight” you called out as you struggled “oh i forgot it was a corset back wait i need to help you can i come in” she yelled through the door

“yeah come on i need this thing one me already” you struggled more as she walked in and immediately began to help you loosening the strings of the dress and pulling it down onto you “there we go now suck in like your life depends on it” she said half jokingly and began retightening the corset back. with every pull it felt like your chest was spilling out more and more and your ribs were shrinking “okay merlin that’s enough before i can’t breathe” you huffed and she stopped tying it off in a bow

“stop you look so hot y/n i bet matt will be drooling” she teased and you just rolled your eyes “what do we do with my hair” you looked at her with horror as you only had ten minutes before he should arrive. you quickly began curling your hair not really caring if it was messy just giving it some body and just as you were spraying perfume on there was a knock on your door.

zarah looked at you and whispered “answer it go go now” she pointed to the door like she was afraid to touch it herself and you walked over opening it to see mattheo in an all black button down with the top few buttons undone and black dress looking pants yet somehow he didn’t look overdressed. he didn’t say anything for a minute he was just staring at you looking up and down in awe “holy fuck y/n who did your makeup you look woah” he put his finger on your chin moving your head around examining your makeup

“zarah isn’t it pretty” you smiled and he removed his hand and replied “yeah you are, now let’s go” he grabbed your hand and you looked behind you waving bye to zarah “he’s so in love with you” she whispered before the door slammed closed.

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once you got the the party you noticed there were already many slytherins already pregaming and mattheo brought you two to them, “let’s get some alcohol in you little puff” he winked and poured you a shot of who knows what, you smelled the foul drink and it made your nose burn “come on do ittt” he cheered on and you held your nose throwing the shot back gagging at the taste. “how do people enjoy that” you made a face at him “like this” he replied taking two shots himself, “now catch up” he winked pouring you yet another

“if i didn’t know any better id say you’re trying to get me drunk matt” you laughed and he looked at you amused “obviously that’s what im trying to do it’s a party” he put the shot glass to your lips and you parted them taking the burning substance down your throat, “eugh that didn’t get any better the second time” you shook your head in disgust. “hm, let me make you an actual drink” he grabbed a clear liquor and a red juice mixing them together adding more alcohol than your past two shots and handed it to you

“matt this smells foul” you looked up at him, “just try it trust me the slytherins have the masking drink down” he winked and you reluctantly took a sip, and to your surprise all you tasted was juice. after taking another few sips you quick began drinking it and mattheo pulled the cup from your lips “slow down there this shits dangerous you’ll get so drunk you won’t be able to walk straight” he chuckled. “it’s not my fault they made it taste like juice” you shrugged still sipping.

“hey mattheo have your little hufflepuff take some shots with us” enzo threw his arm around your shoulders and mattheo pushed them off almost immediately “no she doesn’t need any shots” he spoke “you didn’t even ask me” you protested, granted you didn’t necessarily want to take any shots you just didn’t like being talked for. “oo are you sure you’re not slytherin you got an attitude” enzo laughed handing you a shot and you looked at mattheo who rolled his eyes as you took the shot.

throwing the shot back the burning sensation took over your throat and you could feel it rushing down your throat. you coughed a bit and chugged your drink for comfort “puff you’re going to get shitfaced slow down” matt fully took your cup this time and you were already feeling it. giggling looking up at him “okay now who was going to tell me party’s are fun” you continued giggling.

the music started playing and the slytherin common room was now getting more and more packed. you saw fifth year students and up in here, even a few ravenclaw and hufflepuffs your recognized. to your surprise in the corner of the party you spotted cedric diggory talking to a group of girls holding a drink.

pansy noticed your head being stuck in a certain direction and followed your eyes “oh em gee, someone’s got their eyes on a certain hufflepuff” she winked shoving her shoulder at your “shhhhh he’s just nice to look at” you giggled at her and she giggled along “you two would be soo cute” she added dragging you back to the drinks

“let’s take some shots!” she exclaimed handing you two , you took them smiling and shot them back with her, a woo leaving her mouth. “here chaser, chaser!” she shouted handing you another drink this time what looked like a lot of the punch, downing it all she laughed “girl we’re gonna be gone”. looking around you were seeing doubles of everything but didn’t want the night to already end.

“so, are you a virgin?” pansy shouted over the music making your already alcohol flushed face even redder “pansy!! you can’t just ask that!!” you shouted back flustered at the intrusive question, “i’m only curious girl” she giggled and gave you begging eyes “come onnnn” she shook you till you gave in “fine yes i am but don’t tell anyone!” you replied back as lowly as you could over the music

“who would you lose it to?” she giggled “i lost mine to blaise hehe sshhhh” she winked, considering she just told you her secret you felt obligated and just looked around “i mean i guess cedric” you giggled as she pointed at him after your response. before she could say anything else you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and drag you off. trying to kick your way out was useless and they brought you to an empty dorm.

through all of this you couldn’t tell who it was kicking and screaming for them to let you go till you heard mattheos voice “puff calm down it’s just me” he sighed putting you down on what you now assumed was his bed “why did you bring me in here that was so scary” you huffed trying to gain your composure. “diggory?” he scoffed not answering your question.

you looked at him confused as to what he was on about “what do you mean? what about cedric” you cocked your head to the side in confusion “you lost your virginity to him??” he questioned stepping closer to you looking rather.. pissed. you just laughed in response “me? lose my virginity to cedric?.. you’re funny” yeah you fantasized about it but it certainly wouldn’t happen.

“what were you talking to pansy about then??” he looked at you unconvinced, “she asked if i lost it and i said no, but id let him take it.-“ you shrugged “besides you know i tell you everything matt i’ve never even had a boyfriend let alone a guy be interested in my virginity” you sighed laying back onto the bed now feeling upset.

you heard mattheo sigh and you picked your head up to look at him, his eyes stared back at you in silence before breaking it “believe me there’s a lot of guys who want to get in your pants” he rubbed his fists and you gave him a confused expression yet again “what are you on about matt?” you were getting sober just from all of this extra mystery.

he walked over to the bed sitting beside you, “listen when we met you were just.. blooming completely and i would be lying if i didn’t say i first went up to you because of your looks.. well overtime you know we became friends and i noticed other guys staring in ways they shouldn’t have been so i had to teach them a lesson.” he looked at you and yo didn’t know how to respond to something like that.

“what exactly are you saying matt?” you didnt understand what he was poking at, did matt mean to say he basically likes you? were you reading too much into this? “look y/n, no one else in this school fucking deserves you. hell i don’t deserve you but i know i can treat you how you need. don’t ask me what took so long to confess to you y/n, but do you feel even remotely the same?” he let it all out quick and fast, and your mouth dropped.

“you want.. me?” you looked at him in disbelief and he just smiled “that’s what that whole speech was about, yeah” he chuckled nervously awaiting your reply “why?” you sighed still slightly unconvinced “have you fucking seen yourself puff? you’re so undeniably gorgeous, i don’t know how i hold myself back from you everyday” he leaned in closer to you making this all seem more real. without thinking you allowed yourself to lean into him, faces and lips meeting for the most magical first kiss you could’ve ever imagined.

“you’re so fucking beautiful y/n” he grabbed your face pulling you closer to him till you straddled over his lap sitting down continuing the now makeout. “this is so much better than.. imagined” you huffed through the kisses. you could already feel mattheos member growing beneath you and you never thought you’d be the one experiencing this from your best friend.

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to a fantasy or two about him in the past but this was already one thousand times better than ever imagined. mattheos lips kissed their way down your neck leaving small marks tiny moans leaving your mouth, “i need to hear more of that, y/n, let me eat you out.. please i need a taste” he continued his kisses along your neck bringing them back to your lips “i’ve never- mm yes” you replied as his fingers began making circles over your underwear.

“you sound so good fuck” he groaned pulling you off of him and getting off the bed, “you’re sure of this?” he questioned one last time and you just nodded impatiently awaiting his next move. next thing you knew he was yanking you to the edge of his bed and slowly removing your pants and underwear looking up at you from below. “holy fuck puff.. you’re fucking soaking” he breathed out over your pussy sending tingles down your spine.

without warning his mouth met your untouched area and you felt things never imaginable. his tongue made its way around your bulging clit, flicking it up and down and making his way to your entrance sucking and licking “you taste so good holy fuck” he huffed going right back in not even looking up at you, “can i put two fingers” he spoke from your pussy and you couldn’t even properly answer “mm y-yes” you replied between your moans.

you felt his slender fingers teasing your entrance and he slowly began inching one in and out teasingly, “mattheo-“ you huffed and he chuckled shoving both fingers in, loud moan escaping your mouth and this new feeling. he did a few different moments trying to figure out what makes you moan the most, soon his tongue was sucking expertly on your clit as his fingers twisters and curled inside of you.

“matt i want to.. try” you moaned at this pleasure wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you now. “mm but you’re not ready yet puff” he continued devouring your pussy simply divulging in it as if he’d never eaten anything before. his pace on everything quickened and you were already near your own orgasm, “if you don’t s-stop i’m gonna cum” you moaned loudly trying to control yourself.

“let go for me sweetheart” he sucked harder on your clit, the nickname and action forcing your orgasm to flood over you harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself experience. your body was shaking and you couldn’t hold your reactions back, mattheo slowly licked your gushing area clean before standing up “mm now i think you’ll be ready soon” he smirked leaning down over you, grabbing your chin and giving you a kiss.

[novelistwriter]

Phantom Founder

DP x DC Prompt

Danny, an Immortal Halfa Ghost King, is bored. He had helped the Realms become a better place after Pariah's reign and is scheduling some friendly brawls with his Ghostly Rogues, but it isn't enough to cure his boredom, so he heads to Clockwork to see if anything needs to be done. He just wasn't expecting the Time Ghost to shove him in a portal.

Clockwork has sent the Halfa Ghost King to this world without telling him. This world is a little behind in times, given that he is in what looks like medieval times. Clockwork left him a note saying to "Have fun, make friends and maybe form a group".

So that's what Danny did, he made some friends, he formed a group that is dedicated to protecting the world from the shadows. But when Danny, his friends amd their students come across a big pit of Ectoplasm, it has some... negative effects on Danny. Slowly, Danny is becoming more and more tired and his own Ice Core is responding to protect him by encasing him in a crystal made from his own ice.

"La... zar... us..." is the last thing Danny says to his friends and students before he is fully encased in his ice, but that wasn't what he was going to say, he tried to say something in the languages he learned in the Realms to curse Clockwork for not warning him about this.

Danny remains in the Ice Crystal, being hidden and protected by the "League of Shadows" he and his friends formed for many years, lasting for many centuries. Over the many years that had passed, the original goal he and his friends made when they formed the group was mostly lost, but they still "Protect" the world from the shadows, just... in a twisted sense of justice.

It's been nearly 900 years since Danny was sealed in his own ice by his own core protecting him, he is immediately thawed out, his core has finally adjusted to the Ectoplasm that has caused this, and collapsed in front of Ra's and Talia, in the middle of them "worshipping" him. Damian has been with Bruce for almost 6 years during this time, and Ra's and Talia will try to manipulate Danny to get him to bring him back. Danny's just sad amd confused about how long he's been "asleep". Ra's and Talia look similar to his friends while Damian looks like one of his students

[calamitoustide]

"are you crying?" from the prompt list (also hi gabby 🤗)

hi zar! so funny story. I completely forgot about this ask and game until I was sitting in class today not paying attention and thinking about this little scene and then I realized it fit the prompt you gave me so I used it. Even though I'm supposed to be focusing on so many other things right now... I wanted to write Regulus with Harry so that's what I did <3

"Papa, are you crying?"

Regulus' breath hitches at the noise. He would've thought if anyone would catch him like this it would've been James, he was kinda expecting it honestly. He didn't think it would be little feet running over to him, and a soft voice so small it weakens his heart every time he hears it. Through his blurred vision, he sees Harry rushing towards him, his little Spiderman shoes lighting up with every step he takes. He takes no hesitation clambering onto Regulus' lap.

"Hi, mon cheri," Regulus murmurs, his voice catching on each word, keeping Harry steady, even if his hands are shaking.

Harry's face scrunches up, "What's wrong?"

Regulus opens his mouth to speak but no explanation comes. His chest caves in more with every breath he takes. He wouldn't give the real one, even if he had one, but he can't come up with a false one either. The panicked breaths and brittle chest are something he's so familiar with, and yet it feels like a new feeling now. It's been so long since it's overtaken him, that he's not sure what to do with it. He learned things to make it better. He's learned the signs so he can call someone to help talk him down. He felt them now too, but he brushed it off. He feels sixteen. He never thought he'd feel sixteen again.

It's stupid. He knows it's not just something that goes away, it's built within him, and yet he had so much hope.

"Papa?" Harry calls out again, his fingers reaching out for the side of Regulus' face. Regulus almost wants to push him away, little tendrils reach for his brain begging him to find a quiet corner far from the light, but he doesn't. He just tries to take another breath, even if it comes out more like a wheeze.

Regulus wants to be able to explain this to him. He wants to explain that he's okay, he's just a little panicked for no good reason. He hates worrying him, especially for things like this. He's too young to see this. Regulus never wanted him to see this.

Harry sits back before suggesting, "Do you want a hug?"

Regulus' chest splits in two. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying again to take a deep breath but it's hard, and the most he can do is a hitched breath before he's consumed by it again. He feels himself nod even if anyone else's touch would feel like sandpaper against his skin right now.

Harry wastes no time wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pushing his face into his neck. Regulus holds him back keeping his eyes closed. He can feel his tears soak into Harry's shirt. He didn't even realize he was crying until Harry asked him about it, he couldn't feel anything, but he feels it now. It's an endless ache, not enough to really hurt him, but he feels it still.

It's been years since he's felt this trapped. He's not other sure what word to use even if it doesn't sound quite right. He grew up as nothing more than a kid trapped in his room. Trapped in a life he didn't want with no options of leaving it. Trapped in skin that didn't feel like his own and a brain that was working overtime to go against him. He's better now. He got out of his parent's house, and he fell in love with a man who showed him all the colors he could only dream of before. He has Harry now. He loves his life. He's even surprised to admit that but he does. He has no reason to feel trapped. He has no reason for his chest to fail him, but here it is caving in again.

Sirius used to tell him there's no straight line for progress. It's not linear. Going backward doesn't truly mean going back, you're always moving forward even if it doesn't feel like it. Regulus doesn't know. He thinks he might've believed it once. He tries to. He tries to be good. He just thinks no matter where he is in his life he'll always be that sad little kid who's trapped in his childhood bedroom. He's afraid it'll never leave him.

"Daddy's taking me to the park," Harry tells him, still refusing to let go. James taught him to not let go first if someone really needed a hug, and Regulus isn't ready to let go yet.

He can't manage to say anything, he only hums instead, feeling the texture of Harry's sweater underneath his fingertips.

"Do you wanna come?" Harry asks him, "We can go on the swings."

Regulus hums again, he wants to say more but all he can manage is, "Sure."

"Good," Harry tells him, "I like when you come."

Regulus' heart aches, but it's a good one this time, he takes a breath. It's shaky but it still fills his lungs all the same. He takes another letting his shoulders drop. He pulls away and finds Harry still smiling softly at him, it's like taking a first breath after you've just almost drowned.

"Better?" Harry asks.

Regulus only manages to nod before kissing the top of his head.

He doesn't have the time to say anything else before James is walking through the doorway, "Kiddo, you ready to go? I thought-" he cuts himself off.

"I'm okay," Regulus beats him to it, letting Harry off his lap.

James' eyes still flicker over him like he's trying to find an open wound he can stitch closed, "What happened?"

Regulus shakes his head, "Just..." he sighs, he knows he can't get out of it. James has never been known to just let these things go. "Worked myself up," he ends up on, "It's okay now."

James doesn't seem convinced, he opens his mouth to say something else but Harry beats him to it.

"Papa's going to the park with us," he says, grabbing at his hand to bring him to stand.

James looks over at him, "Are you-"

"I'm okay," he tells him, giving into Harry's pulling on his arm. He can't make it to the door before James stops him, forcing Harry to slip from his grip making a break for the door.

"Reg..."

Regulus sighs, "I'll talk about it later, okay?"

James' gaze flickers between his eyes before he nods, "Alright," he says, "If you promise you're-"

"James," Regulus stops him, "I'm fine."

Before either of them can say anything Harry's voice calls out from the hall, "Hurry up!"

Regulus smiles softly, "If we leave him waiting he'll kill us you know it."

James rolls his eyes, kissing his cheek, "Yeah, yeah let's go."

James goes through the door first. Regulus stays back to take a breath, he thinks he still feels that crack in the middle of his chest. He knows it'll never go away, but maybe he's okay with that, for a moment anyway. The water doesn't always have to be violent, it can be kind and innocent too.

"Papa! Come on!"

Regulus lets out his breath, dispersing the ocean around him, "I'm coming!"

[liulith]

Another rec list but this time it's only Radiostatic animatics

(romantic, platonic and one-sided)

Aishite Aishite Aishite 🎵 by I.V.Y

Alastor discovers feelings by @nomifae

Alastor finally gets defeated by @nyipi

Alastor really REALLY hates Vox by Darkcatziward | reverse by @pinksartdump

Alastor rejects Vox by aud

Alastor vs compliments by @kiribiribi

All you wanna do 🎵 by josephbaby20

bad word 🎵 大倭瓜只会来南极养生

Be nice to me 🎵 by Ashed Wings

Bigger than love 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Bittersweet 🎵 by gatormurky

Bokusatsu tenshi Dokuro-chan opening 🎵 by @kiribiribi

(BUT) 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Butcher Vanity 🎵 by 散文幻

Come and dance with me 🎵by spoonyspine

Cure 🎵 by @pinksartdump

Erase me 🎵 by everlasting hiraeth

Fang Zhen (anyway) by 阿波罗落萝洛啰 | voxal的反正 (Anyway) 🎵 by 麦田怪犬

Fear by heyguysitsmekitty

Forget him 🎵 by Chen

Greatest Enemy by Alektoonie

He wants Alastor's attention by @lucdoodle

Hito Mania 人狂热症/人マニア 🎵 by Letranger

Horny angry tango 🎵 by Ratacuache | by zx窒息zx

House of memories 🎵 by Azumi Taragashi

I bet you can't by miruki_tii

I Can't Decide 🎵 by Yi Meng (YT link)

I can't stand you by @kiribiribi

Idol 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

If you win this one I'll give you a kiss by palabokay

I'M HIGH 🎵 by defunoki

is it gay to drunk dial your rival to say you love them? 🎵 by gatormurky

isn't that reason enough? by @yksuna

I won't say I'm in love 🎵 by @pinksartdump

JENNY 🎵 by @angyluffy

Jordan River 🎵 by @flavarrshop

Kamippoi na (God-ish) 🎵 by sm43633294

LOVE LIKE YOU 🎵 by Mikiishui

Mama's Gun 🎵 by 乳制品狂热

Masochism Tango 🎵 by halchui | Masochism Tango by una chamba es vital

"Maybe in another universe" by @flavarrshop part 2

Meant to be yours 🎵 by Phillberry | Meant to be yours by M Shiro | by pinksartdump

Megamind by Sashka

Miseen 🎵 by 炽能果甘 | Miseen by len

Miss you by @kiribiribi

Murder on the dancefloor 🎵 by Morgggart

mutually sadomaso my palabokay

Never getting rid of me 🎵 by palabokay

No I'm hitting on you by palabokay

Obsessed with you by @lucdoodle

Other side 🎵 by cryptidslight | by spaeceymuse | by Crashite

Possibly in Michigan 🎵 by Ram

Punishment Game / Kuru Ringo-sama 🎵 by Yoshida

Rabbit 🎵 by 乌木芥芥次次饭

Red flags (human centipede) 🎵 by @sicgtiti

season 2 leak by @trippyciphs

she wants revenge by @thatoneweasel

SHINY 🎵 by spoonyspine

Shunran 的春岚 🎵 by 兼

Somethin' stupid 🎵 by Mikiishui | Somethin' stupid by Archivisté

STAYED GONE 🎵 by aud

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[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 32

chapter 51:

1. remus misses sirius and honestly they can make a person feel so fucking single, jesus christ

2. i like how remus is like “reg is james’…. boyfreind????? fiancé????? it would feel too disrespectful to ask atp”

3. “You can love Regulus, or anyone, so much you break the fucking scale, but…some people just don't know how to love themselves, and they have to learn that.” FUCKING PREACH REMUS

4. god, james is talking about how regulus thinks he doesn’t know how to love, when in reality, he loves so hard that he’s willing to die. and AHHHHH

5. 🧍🏻evan jumpscare

6. remus and james friendship >>>>>>>>>>>>

7. petition to reunite lily and remus

8. “Without a word of warning, [Pandora] brings Remus' hand to her mouth to press a quick, gentle kiss to the back of his fingers, then does the same thing to James. Remus feels his ears go hot, because he knows what that means, a Hallow gesture for deep admiration. No ones ever done that to him before, so he's a bit flustered by it, admittedly”

AWWWWW

9. “James, in love with a death eater. Who would have thought?” reading this line feels like such a jump scare. i’m the image of one of those really scared cats where their hair and tail is spiky

10. i’m honestly hoping that everyone can just make it to lily’s rescue. like plsss nobody else die. i love you all

11. “Sirius is currently complaining about the fact that he can't see the moon at night, tipping his head back and boldly requesting McGonagall personally to hang it in the sky just for him.” LMAOOO SIRIUS YOURE SO FUNNY AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT

12. “”He's my best friend," Sirius announces slowly, like Regulus is an idiot who can't understand basic concepts.

Regulus arches an eyebrow. "He's my fiancé."”

LMAOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY reg just took the words fiancé and fucking RAN with it

13. AWWW i love how excited sirius is for reg that he’s engaged to james!! he loves his brother so much!!

14. “Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes to the sky, literally begging for patience. "I said: would you marry me? He said: yes. Very simple. Asked, answered, engaged."

"You—" Sirius abruptly starts giggling, and Regulus stares at him blankly. "Oh, Regulus. Regulus. That's not—it's—okay, so you do realize that agreeing that you would get married is not the same as agreeing to get married, yeah?"

"No, I'm pretty sure they're the same," Regulus replies.”

i’m CACKLING

15. “Regulus bursts out. "I want you to keep being an idiot until you're old and ugly, and I want you to come to my fucking wedding!"” ☺️☺️ siblings

16. “"First of all, I would be old and beautiful," Sirius states firmly, holding up a finger. "I am going to be sexy until the day I die, even if I could live until a hundred. Second of all, I will be at the wedding. In spirit. Have it at night under my star. Or just—I don't know, slap a picture of me on a chair and—"”

😭😭😭 he knows he’s gonna be a hot old man. me also like, he’s so funny plss i love him

17. “Did [James] know he was engaged prior to Regulus announcing it when he sent the bagel? No. Is he going to protest it? Also no.” 😭😭

18. 😦😦 they were just talking about weddings and now reg is probably about to drown via crimson river. FUCK THIS

19. “People are born to live, and destined to die. Regulus doesn't care about destiny.” godDAMN

20. sirius helped him climb out with rope. they’re safe. it’s all good. i KNOW he has a pov but i was still so worried for him

21. 😧 my dear. flipping off the sky will NOT help you survive longer. they will just try to kill you more painfully.

22. 😭😭 not zar saying this was a lighter chapter cause he’s comparing it to the previous one. babes. reg’s worst nightmare just occurred again 😭😭

[whysosiriushuh]

Rr'ing crimson rivers. Everyone talks about the great big tragedy the fic is so I'm making a post appreciating zar's comedic genius

Warning: Its hella long

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 "You heard me. Come off it, lover boy. Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?" 

Regulus takes it all back. He rues the day he ever showed an interest in being possible allies with Evan Rosier. Regulus scowls at him, but that only makes him smirk. 

"First of all, climbing a person is entirely different from climbing a fucking tree—" 

"How so?"

"Trees won't keep me from falling. James has arms." 

"Ah, so you have climbed—" 

"Rosier, if you want to keep your tongue, you might want to shut up." 

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"It is. You just don't know it yet. You'll see." James winks at him, but his smile is soft. "Go on, go get your spine realigned."

Sirius' hand flies to his throat instinctively, like a woman clutching at her pearls, staring at James, utterly aghast as he wheezes, "Get my fucking what?" 

"Or, you know, realign his spine," James muses, thoughtful, his eyes gleaming with laughter. "Whatever suits your fancy, and his, I suppose." 

"You're filthy," Sirius hisses as James laughs again, covering his mouth with his hand. "You're a dirty, dirty man, Potter, and I—I do not want you anywhere near my baby brother." 

"Oh, the first chance I get, I'm going to let him snap my spine directly in half," James declares, lifting both hands and tipping his fists apart while making an obscene crunching noise in the back of his throat. The look of pure horror on Sirius' face makes James bust out laughing all over again.

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"Well, you just seemed…quite upset," Lyall says awkwardly. 

"Not because of the murder thing," Sirius mutters, waving his hand carelessly. He pauses. "That makes me sound rather mental, doesn't it? I just mean, I know that whatever it is, however it happened, it wasn't something inexcusable. No, I was just surprised, honestly, and I do feel like maybe he should have mentioned it. Not that I'm entitled to any information he isn't comfortable sharing, but I do think it's something you tell someone before you have sex with them, at the very least." 

It takes a second for the words to catch up with Sirius, and then his eyes bulge as heat creeps up into his face. Lyall's eyebrows are raised very, very high. 

"Oh, fuck—I mean, shit—wait, sorry, excuse my language, sir," Sirius chokes out, his voice going high from his rising panic as his heart takes off sprinting in his chest. "I wasn't—I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I said that. Please don't think I took advantage of Remus. I swear I didn't. It was very mutual, and actually I was super nervous and not really sure about the whole thing—er, sex, I mean, because I'd never even done it, but I trusted Remus, and he was just so lovely—"

"Sirius—"

"I—I didn't force him, I would never, and he had full freedom to do whatever he liked, or didn't. He could have just—beat me up, if necessary. I'm pretty sure I told him that once, actually, and hey, now I know he could have just fucking killed me, so there's that. Shit, sorry, the cursing again. I'm just—I don't mean to be disrespectful in your home, sir, I swear. I'm just panicking a bit, currently, and—and trying to explain that I didn't, in any way, coerce your son into having sex with—" 

"Sirius," Lyall interrupts yet again, louder this time. 

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"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Emmeline muses as he approaches the tree very cautiously. 

"No," Regulus snaps defensively, then pauses and kicks lightly at the base of the tree. In a mumble, he confesses, "Yes." 

Emmeline coughs. "You'll be able to get back down, right? Without falling, I mean. Because I don't fancy Sirius having a go at me for letting his baby brother climb a tree and get stuck, or worse, fall and break his neck." 

"Thank you, Emmeline, for making me feel better about this decision," Regulus says flatly. 

"I try," Emmeline replies, amused. "No, but genuinely, should I go get a ladder, or something?" 

"That feels like cheating." 

"Well, who's going to know?"

Evan is going to give me so much shit for this the next time I see him in my dreams, Regulus thinks precisely five seconds before he looks over at Emmeline and mumbles, "A ladder, you said?" 

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"James is jealous," Regulus informs him. 

"Jealous?" Sirius arches an eyebrow. "Someone sniffing around you, Reggie?" 

Regulus breaks out into a grin again, one so rare that Sirius feels his heart clench just looking at it. "Not jealous because of me, you idiot. He's jealous of Frank, because of you." 

"What?" Sirius blurts out, bewildered. "But Frank is—I mean, we're just friends." He pauses, then frowns. "Wait, James wouldn't care if Frank was more than a friend anyway." 

"Sirius," Regulus says, struggling not to laugh, "he's jealous because you and Frank are friends. James is your best friend, remember? He feels threatened." 

Sirius opens his mouth, closes it, then shakes his head in disbelief. "Does he really?" 

"Yes. I'm having a great time," Regulus says with a happy sigh, genuinely looking pleased. "It sort of feels like karma, you know? He's also being terribly adorable about the whole thing, but don't tell him I said that." 

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"How's my sister?" Narcissa asks softly, and for the first time, Sirius wonders if this is why she's truly here. 

Sirius purses his lips. "Being a raging bitch in the other room. Why do you ask?" 

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"A niece," Narcissa whispers, her breath hitching so quietly that he almost misses it. "Do I? What's her name?" 

"Nymphadora," Sirius mumbles. 

"Now why would she do that to that poor child?" Narcissa asks, shaking her head as she inhales again. 

******************

"Hem-hem," Mayor Delores says, clearing her throat over and over until everyone looks at her. She gives Bellatrix a simpering smile. "Feet don't go on the table, dear." 

"Forks usually don't go into eyeballs either, but I can make that happen, too," Bellatrix tells her, lifting one foot and dropping it back down to send a fork sailing up from the table through the air, which she snaps her hand out to grab.

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"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts, and he leans back into Sirius harshly as he kicks out with his leg. Sirius can hear Camilla's gasp as the kick lands.

"Betrayal?! You fucking dramatic little—" 

"Me?! I'm dramatic?! You're dr—" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sirius bursts out, officially done with this shit, reaching the end of his rope. 

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"Reggie, you never crack jokes or laugh at things." 

"I—yes, I do. I…do. I have before." 

"Name one time," Sirius says, lips twitching. 

Regulus opens his mouth, then closes it, then frowns. He sits on that for a second, then says, "James thinks I'm funny." 

"James is blinded by love, is what he is," Sirius tells him, clearly exasperated. "He is not an unbiased opinion." 

"Before you volunteered," Regulus states finally, and Sirius blinks at him. "The first time, I mean. I know you don't really remember a lot of things from back then, but I—I would occasionally make jokes, and I did laugh a lot more." 

Sirius clicks his tongue. "Well, that's tragic." 

"Isn't it just?" Regulus agrees dryly. 

"I bet you were shit at it even then." 

"I wasn't. James laughed, and he didn't even like me before my fifteenth birthday." 

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"First of all, I would be old and beautiful," Sirius states firmly, holding up a finger. "I am going to be sexy until the day I die, even if I could live until a hundred. Second of all, I will be at the wedding. In spirit. Have it at night under my star. Or just—I don't know, slap a picture of me on a chair and—" 

"You're so stupid," Regulus interrupts, then swivels on the spot and stomps off, scowling as he goes. 

"James, how do you put up with him?" Sirius groans from behind him. "The chair idea is a good idea, isn't it? You get it. See, now you have to. It's funny! It would be—" 

"Stop talking to my fiancé!" Regulus snaps as he continues on, and Sirius doesn't, but he does lower his voice as he follows along, which will just have to do.

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"Well," Sirius wheezes, "I definitely won." 

"What? No you didn't. You can't prove it," Regulus sputters instantly, which tells Sirius he did, in fact, win. 

"Don't be a sore loser," Sirius teases, wrinkling his nose as he inspects his spear. It's covered in gunk. The creatures didn't seem to bleed, but they were very…goopy. 

"What are you doing?" Regulus asks. 

Sirius continues to pull off his bag, reaching inside to find the cloth he needs. "Cleaning my spear. It's disgusting." 

"You have a bit of…" Regulus coughs and gestures to his own hair, then Sirius'. 

"What?!" Sirius chokes out, instantly dropping his spear and cloth, hands flying up to his hair in horror. 

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"Lily?" Dorcas asks tentatively, cringing at the background sound of something clattering, like metal on metal. 

"Hi, Dorcas, a little busy here," Lily pants out. "We're, um." 

"Problem?" 

"What? No. Everything's f—hey! No, step away from the gatling gun! Barty, don't make me leave this cockpit!" 

James straightens up. "Barty? Did—sorry, did she just say Barty? Is Barty there? He's alive?" 

"Lily?" Dorcas tries again. 

"We have this under control," Lily replies, and then there's a choked sob and the distant shout of we're all gonna die! 

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Sirius hates it. He also chooses to ignore it, much like he's doing with the idea that James is captured here, too. "You're lying. How stupid do you think I am?" 

"I need not lie, Sirius." 

"Yeah, that's what liars say." 

Riddle looks unimpressed with him all over again. 

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Say the word and I'll run away with you," Sirius murmurs. "We'll abduct everyone we love and take to the seas. Throw them under the deck until we're too far away for them to swim back." 

"We wouldn't have to do that to Regulus. He can't even swim." 

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"Look me in the eye, then," Remus says. "Look at me when you break up with me." 

Sirius peeks at him, then quickly looks away. He's chewing on his lip. "What does eye-contact have to do with a breakup? Is that, like, required? I've never dumped anyone before." 

"Yes, I can tell," Remus replies dryly. "You're rather shit at it." 

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"War doesn't, though," Marlene comments. "So, you know, time to fight and whatnot. Do you think we'll get matching outfits? We should color-coordinate." 

Sirius snorts. "Now there's a thought. Could you imagine?" 

"I'm thinking…" Marlene purses her lips. "Hm, yellow?" 

"Ooh, I like yellow," Pandora says. "We'd smash it in yellow."

"No, it shows blood too well," Remus counters. "You definitely want to go with darker colors." 

"Or red, to blend," Lily suggests, coughing around a laugh, doing her absolute best not to look at Remus with their shared sense of humor. She fails, and Remus grins at her. 

"Black is a good war color," Sybill muses. "Like, matte black. Not glossy. Something hardy, kind of rough." 

"Hear me out," Mary says, holding up her hands and spreading them like presenting a banner. "Orange." 

"Or we could just all go in different colors and come at them like a rainbow," Dorcas says, lips curling up. 

"Naked," Sirius declares. "We should go into war completely fucking nude. They wouldn't know what to do." 

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"Bit far-fetched, that," Marlene muses. "I mean, we'll get old. Old people don't fuck." 

Dorcas lifts her head, eyebrows raised. "Yes, they do." 

"Nah," Marlene protests, waving a hand. 

"Marlene, they absolutely do," Dorcas says through laughter, watching Marlene purse her lips. "People don't stop being people when they get older, you know. They continue living and such, and if they like sex, they have it." 

"You mean to tell me that old people fuck?" Marlene asks, looking like this is the worst news she's heard all week. She looks horrified. "So, like, Dumbledore—" 

"Gah!" Dorcas bursts out, flinching instinctively. "No! Why would you put that in my brain?!" 

Marlene grimaces. "Sorry, but he's the oldest person I can think of. Alright, Minerva and Poppy, then?" 

"Marlene!" Dorcas protests in horror. 

"What?!" 

"They're like—my adopted parents!" 

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"I'm warning you, Tim," Regulus snaps, "if you touch me, you're going to die." 

Tim doesn't listen to him, and five minutes later, Regulus is breaking Tim's hand and kicking not-Tim into a signpost before launching another not-Tim into the side of a car so hard that the window crunches and dents in with splintered glass from the impact of their body. Tim yells from his knees, fingers going in all the wrong directions, and Regulus is just about to snap his neck when a new not-Tim comes flying out of nowhere to tackle Regulus to the ground. 

There's a scuffle. Regulus may or may not nearly rip someone's ear off. Either way, by the end, Regulus stands up to find many bodies of not-Tims littered all around him, while Tim himself is dead at Narcissa's feet. Look who finally showed back up. 

Well, Regulus told Tim he'd die. No one ever listens to him. Maybe they should; he's starting to think he's some sort of prophet or something. 

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"Baby? What baby? Who's baby?" Alecto asks as she dumps herself down at the table with a weary sigh, looking very, very tired. Burgundy and Belfast are fighting over Dora the second they arrive. "Gun, Bel, no hitting!" 

"But Auntie! He's being stupid!" Burgundy shrieks.

"Dora likes me the most! Tell her, Auntie!" Belfast yells. 

"Does not!" 

"Does too!" 

"Does not!" 

"Does too!" 

"Does—" 

"Enough!" Alecto bursts out, slamming her hand down to the table and making Burgundy and Belfast shut up very quickly. Nymphadora looks like she's having the time of her life, but Alecto? Not so much. She breathes very, very carefully. "I know the concept is hard to grasp in your puny, developing brains, but you two can share Dora's company, and be her friend at the same time. Now, the next time one of you hits each other, I'm going to break your fingers. Got it?" 

"Got it," Burgundy and Belfast mumble, hanging their heads, and five minutes later they're peacefully sharing Dora. 

Alecto cradles her head between both hands, eyes sinking shut as she mutters, "I fucking hate kids." 

.

.

"No!" Alecto blurts out. "No, don't do this to me. Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't have a baby." 

"What does this have anything to do with you?" Narcissa asks. 

Alecto groans and drops her head to the table, so Sirius helpfully answers, "Cissa, come on, she's obviously in love with you." 

"That," Alecto mutters, pointing weakly at Sirius. 

"And she hates kids," Sirius adds. 

"Also that," Alecto agrees. 

Narcissa considers her for a long moment, then says, "Well, you're very dear to me, you know this, but I want to be a mother, so either move on or settle in." 

"Can I just spoil it with gifts and you handle the rest?" 

"Well, I was planning to handle it all anyway, so sure." 

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.

Sirius snorts. "Yeah, okay, fair enough. I don't want anything that cunt owned anyway." 

"Sirius!" 

"What, Reggie? I'm just saying!" 

"Well, maybe don't just say!" 

"I can say what I like!" 

"You shouldn't." 

"But I can." 

"But you shouldn't." 

"But I can." 

"But you shouldn't." 

"But I—" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alecto bursts out, slamming her way to her feet, making her chair and the table clatter

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"Well, don't stand around, Remus. Let him in," Lyall says, clicking his tongue. "Been worried about him." 

Me? Sirius mouths, looking mildly alarmed, and Remus chuckles as he reaches out to grab Sirius' arm and tug him inside. Sirius smiles at Lyall. "Hello, Mr—um. Sorry, Lyall." 

"Nice to see you again, Sirius," Lyall greets, amused. "You seem well, all things considered. Are you well?" 

"Well enough," Sirius says, "all things considered." 

Lyall's lips twitch. "That's fair." 

"You look well, too, sir," Sirius adds. "I'm glad you're not dead." Remus snorts the moment Sirius looks horrified by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. "Sh—oot, sorry. I mean, it's true, but that's—there wasn't very much tact in how I said it, was there? Just—I'm glad you're okay. That's what—" 

"Remus," Lyall cuts in, "are you sure you found him in the Hallow? Absolutely sure?" 

"Actually," Remus corrects fondly, "he found me." 

"Respectfully," Sirius says. "In a very respectful manner. I treat Remus with the utmost respect." 

"This isn't true," Remus lies, and Sirius chokes, his head whipping towards him in disbelief. "Dad, he uses me for sexual favors and tells me he owns me." 

"I do not!" Sirius bursts out, eyes bulging. "I have never—" 

"He makes me do his laundry—" 

"Remus!" 

"I even cook for him—" 

"You're literally a cook here! You cook for everyone." 

Remus keeps his face perfectly neutral when he adds, "And he won't let me break up with him either."

"That was you!" Sirius yelps, his head swiveling to look at Lyall, whose shoulders are shaking. "Sir, he's—oh. You're laughing. You're—" He stops, then flicks his gaze between Remus and Lyall, and Remus finally breaks out into a grin. Sirius huffs. "Oh, for f—ah, that wasn't funny!" 

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"What?" Regulus mutters, scowling. "Look, I know that seems extreme, but it's important, alright? I'm always going to have it on me as a reminder, and because—honestly, as strange as it may be, that's a comfort to me." He pauses. "Well, not in bed, obviously. You don't have to worry about that." 

James coughs. "Oh. Right. That's…great." 

"Were you worried?" Regulus asks, frowning now, admittedly stung by the thought. "James, I'd never hurt you, especially not with a damn dagger." 

"Never?" James asks weakly. 

Regulus cards his fingers through his hair, trying to get his gaze to fall away from the dagger. "Never. I promise." 

James bites his lip. "Not even if—" 

"Never," Regulus cuts in, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at him, wanting to reassure him. "Never, James, not for any reason." 

"Oh," James mumbles, wilting a little bit with what Regulus imagines is relief. "Um, yay for me, I…guess." 

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Sirius hums. "Yeah, exactly. We're okay. We will be. Come here, can we kiss and make up now?" 

"Regulus and Remus are peering through the drapes, being nosy," James muses. "Mum, too." 

"Ah, in that case," Sirius teases lightly, then makes a big show of throwing his arms around James very dramatically while pressing an over-the-top, smacking kiss to each of James' cheeks, winking at him as he pulls away. "There, now they'll know we're alright. Nothing to worry about." 

James frowns. "Did they all know before me?" 

Sirius freezes like a spooked horse, then coughs and tosses his arm over James' shoulders. "Say, let's head in, yeah? Come on, if we turn around really fast, we can make the others scramble all over themselves to get away from the window." 

When he and Sirius swivel around in perfect sync, Regulus and Remus do, in fact, hastily jerk back from the window. Effie doesn't. She looks out at them, and she smiles.

******************

"Sirius Black," Sirius greets, reaching out to shake Ken's hand, leaning in to wink and whisper, "but you knew that." 

"I—yeah, hey, hi," Ken replies, stumbling over his words, so visibly flustered that Remus almost pities him. Almost. 

"I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, Low Bar, but—" 

"Barlowe, actually, um—" 

"Very low bar. I could trip over you," Sirius says, then laughs like that's not even the least bit insulting, and his laugh is so lovely and charming that Ken—poor Ken—laughs with him, as if the insult hasn't even registered to him. "Anyway, this can continue in just a moment, whatever reason you have to be here. Remus has to turn his attention to something more important, which is me." 

Then, with that, Sirius twirls around and plucks the mug out of Remus' hands before smiling at him, warm and sweet, and reaching up to cradle his face tenderly, intimately, then kisses him

.

.

"A miracle. He called you a miracle, right in front of me! I'm standing right here! Hello? Can you see me? Am I invisible?" Sirius sputters, looking absolutely appalled. 

Lyall immediately dissolves into laughter. 

"I have killed people!" Sirius yelps. "I've killed so many people that I don't even know how many it's been, and he just—oh, I could have killed him so easily, what the fuck?!" 

Lyall is wheezing. 

"He's gifting you puppies and calling you a miracle—am I fucking joke to him?" Sirius demands. "Does he not know I can and will rip his tongue out of his head? I can do it! I—" 

Lyall bangs his hand down on the table, gasping for air, laughing so hard he's in tears. 

"Sirius," Remus says, biting down on the inside of cheek. 

Nostrils flaring, Sirius fixes his gaze on Remus, lips pursing like he's tasting something sour. "He's trying to win you over. He comes with compliments and puppies—" 

"It's not a competition—" 

"He comes here and tries to act chummy with your dad—" 

"I think he was just being polite—" 

"Barlowe? Barlowe? What a pathetic name. Fucking low bar of a name and a low bar of a human being—" 

"Well, that's not very polite—" 

"Offering you puppies—" 

"Sirius—" 

"Calling you a miracle—" 

"Sirius—" 

"Addressing you by that stupid fucking nickname—" 

Lyall is going to keel over here in a second, just from laughing so hard, and Remus is almost genuinely concerned for his health. He's an older man, quite out of breath, getting a bit red in the face. Huffing in fond exasperation, Remus reaches out to catch Sirius' arm and drag him out of the room. 

.

.

"How dare he? Puppies?" Sirius hisses as Remus shuts the door behind them. "Remus, he brought puppies!" 

"He did, yes," Remus agrees. Sirius looks absolutely enraged by this, which shouldn't be as hilarious as it is. "Obviously since he brought puppies, I now have to run off with him, as he is the superior gift-giver and has won my affections once more. That is all it takes for me. Puppies." 

******************

"What about us?" 

"You know, what are we doing?" 

"Perusing district six's market," Remus says lightly. 

Sirius stops holding his hand, like a punishment. He crosses his arms. "You know that's not what I meant. Kids, Remus. We've never talked about it." 

"We haven't talked about a lot of things," Remus replies. 

"Other things aren't as…serious as this." 

"Marriage isn't?" 

"I don't think so," Sirius says slowly. "We'll get married, obviously." 

Remus' eyebrows fly up. "Oh, will we?" 

"Won't we?" Sirius asks, eyebrows furrowed. Remus stares at him, keeps staring at him, and Sirius thinks about it, thinks about it, thinks about— "Oh! Oh, I just—I went about that the wrong way, didn't I? Wait, scratch that. Pretend I never said it. I didn't say that. Who, me? No, never. Um." 

"Sirius," Remus says, watching him look around with visible amusement, gaze soft. 

Sirius snatches up a half-bent spoon for sale off the table, old and chipped, though the handle is intricately carved. He holds it up and says, "Okay, will you marry me?" 

"What?" Remus wheezes, cracking up laughing immediately. 

"It's—it's the first thing I grabbed—" 

"You can't propose to me with a spoon—" 

"Watch me," Sirius argues stubbornly, then goes to one knee, which makes Remus' eyes bulge, his laughter cutting out all at once. "Remus Lupin—" 

"Sirius!" Remus hisses, hands darting out frantically to tug at his elbows, looking around furtively as people stare at them in blatant curiosity, his cheeks stained red. "You lunatic, you can't just—fuck's sake, are you mad?" 

.

.

"I can't believe you're proposing to me with a spoon," Remus whispers. 

"I, um, also can't believe I'm proposing to you with a spoon," Sirius admits sheepishly. "I may have—gotten ahead of myself. Sorry. You deserve way better, but like, I'm in this now. Sort of have to see it through, at this point." 

Remus laughs, one of his hands lifting toward his mouth, fingers gently pressing against his own smile, like he wants to feel it. "You're a mess, you know that?" 

.

.

When they break apart, Remus is grinning again, and Sirius leans in and bumps their noses together. He has never felt better than he does at this moment. 

"Excuse me. Hey, excuse me," says the person working the stall they're next to. "You still have to pay for the spoon." 

Sirius' expression falls flat, and Remus immediately erupts into laughter that he has to bury in Sirius' shoulder. Sirius cups the back of his head and turns a slow, deadly glare on the person daring to interrupt their moment. One look is all it takes. That look is all it takes. 

They get the spoon for free. 

.

.

"With a spoon?" Lily asks. 

Remus huffs a laugh and nods. "With a damn spoon." 

"Was it at least a nice spoon?" 

"Worst spoon I've ever seen." 

Lily purses her lips, then says, "I'll kill him." 

"It was the most romantic thing that anyone's ever done for me," Remus tells her. 

"Okay, resurrecting him," Lily amends

[percy15]

Now that Zars back I’ve decided to make

Rules For Reading Fanfic

A guide on how to, and not to read and talk to fanfic writers!! Feel free to add anything

1. Authors word over all else!!!! Individual writers have different wants and preferences with fans interacting with there work. If they ask readers to point out spelling and grammar mistakes then you are more then welcome to! If they specially ask that you don’t ask about new chapters then shut your mouth about it! Always do what the author asks and we can avoid losing fanfic writers

2. Remember that these are people who are doing this for free!!! You are not entitled to anything! If they want to take a year long break from a fic then continue writing like nothing happened then they can do that and you need to be ok with it!!! I know it hurts when your fav wip hasn’t been update in 3 months but I promise you’ll survive!!! But you know what’s not gonna help the author? You yelling at them demanding they spend there own free time doing something that they clearly aren’t in the mood to do!!!

3. You can always click off! One of the great things about fanfic is that it’s free!! Everyone gets to enjoy it! And another great thing about it is that if you don’t like the way a fic is going, simply click off of it and stop reading!! The only thing you’ll lose is maybe a few hours of your time that you spent reading the fic! Don’t like the grammar errors? Click off! Don’t like the ship? Click off!!! Don’t like that 2 characters aren’t together yet? CLICK OFF!!! Do not leave a hateful comment! All you have to do is simply stop reading and find a new fic! If there is anything you don’t like about a fic figure out if you want to keep reading or not in spite of it or if you would rather just stop reading the fic but never, NEVER! (Unless the author asks for it) leave a comment complaining about it. It’s disrespectful and rude

Remember it’s ok to be excited about a fic and want a new chapter to come out but claiming your excitement for a new chapter and demanding a new chapter are 2 very different things that have 2 very different reactions from writers!!

[jamdrawers]

I love your starfinder character party image! Id love to know more about them! :•D

Sure - just running the starting adventure for the starfinder 2e playtest, so not a big long-running thing. A few sessions in, expecting a few sessions more. Not everyone in the group has the stamina for another multi-year weekly commitment, y'know. From Left to Right there's Zarask (Zar), Qishi, Kinnik, Ulthias and Chk-Chk.

Zar is a classic Vesk. She like her plasma doshko, her grenades, and her crunchy fried insects. Woman of few words, otherwise. Qishi belongs to (and was designed by) another artist, VonEpitaph who I'm running for, which saved me some time designing things! Android Solarian. Big into cybernetics.

Kinnik is a shirren operative. A bit of a stone-cold killer tbh.

Ulthias is a low-ranking Azlanti Diplomat who got caught up in all this. A bit snooty. Makes use of his Mystic Powers to know lots of things about stuff.

Chk-Chk is a teenage precog-witchwarper who was raised as an orphan by Shirren. It took her a while to get the hang of pact-world-common. Her brain-implant (that lets her communicate telepathically, as shirren do by default) started acting up and she got a real sudden feeling like Something Terrible was going to happen.

They got stuck in a spooky elevator on their way to a job that sent them to the space station's Backrooms (haunted), eventually finding an elevator out that led them to Little Akiton, a local slum. The space station is currently under lockdown so everyone's stuck there doing odd jobs until the Plot comes back for them.

If anyone is interested in running A Cosmic Birthday, I drew a map of Little Akiton which I feel adds a lot to it.

[shelvesofgold]

✨hello folks✨

now with zar taking a much needed break from this fandom i thought it would be a great idea to start hyping up some works in this fandom that i feel don’t get enough love !!!

We’re older now, the light is dim by Winter_Oswin

- jegulily w/ background wolfstar

- wip

- an au where james, lily, and regulus come back to life to fix everything that happened post halloween 1981

- the interactions between harry and regulus are legit top tier

take a shot of holy water by pinkpalaceapartments

- wolfstar fleabag au !!

- completed

- background jily

- remus as the hot priest is what we all need fr

Befriending a Ravenclaw by kreestar

- ravenclaw remus au

- wolfstar w/ background jily

- completed

- remus and sirius being stupid pining idiots who are trying their best

I Want To Be Good by mightydolphin

- canon-compliant fic from sirius pov

- completed

- wolfstar w/ background jily & dorlene

- goes on until a bit after prisoner of azkaban

- as a sirius kinnie this fic made me few things™️

The Mapmakers by Dizzy_Bird

- completed & canon-compliant

- literally such a fun read

- a lot of pranks and adventures

- jily & wolfstar are included but a lot more focus is placed on the friendships of the whole group

- just really well-done

A String of Consequences by semistrawberry

- jegulily w/ background wolfstar and dorlene

- as the title implies it is a string of wacky events that lead to both angst and fluff

- completed

- a lot of povs so there are so many different fun character interactions and i love it

Shackle Me by elixersoflife

- wolfstar soulmate au

- also a modern setting au

- completed

- i am literally obsessed w/ this one and i have frankly reread it an healthy amount of times

- another fic that made me, a sirius kinnie

feel things™️

quite like us by alarainai

- jegulus text fic

- modern setting

- great characterizations !!!

- just a vv fun and easy read

- completed

if anyone has any other recs pls feel free to reblog and add to the list !!

[rumblebat]

Cell & Frieza were the winners of the poll!! You folks sure know how to pick them! >;3c Please enjoy the story, mind the CW’s, and read at your own risk.

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/(n)sfw, threesome, language, slight dub-con, implied fem reader (with gn pronouns), lack of protection, slight breeding kink, frieza reverts back to his 2nd form word count: 2,584

sneak peek: "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~"

x (you are here) | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.

"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.

"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"

You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.

"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.

Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.

Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."

You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?

Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.

With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.

In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.

"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.

Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.

"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.

Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.

"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.

You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.

Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.

Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."

**Please do not repost/claim/edit my stories story & title card by @rumblebat character(s) (c) Akira Toriyama tips + commissions | wattpad

[claiestve]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 ꨄ Zaros

˜”* ❝𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Zaros!” You called out to your ‘rival’ with a joyful spirit. He decided to have a get-together after the trials. Being this happy to see him after you won the throne was strange. If it were a few months ago, you’d be terrified and not looking forward to seeing him. However, your relationship has changed since then. He was less of a rival and more of a friend. 

He swore he was happy for you and as much as you believed him, you couldn’t erase the past. You knew that he'd be bitter if this had happened before you decided to work on your relationship. 

But it wasn’t time to think about that. You were ready to have the good time you were promised without stress. 

“How do I greet you now? ‘Your Majesty’ or ‘Your Highness’?” He teased. 

“Those sound stupid, Zaros. Especially coming from you.”

“I see you haven’t changed, even with your new status.” 

Zaros positioned your arm into his, linking them together. 

“I brought you here because I have some things I want to address to you. Before that though,” He guided you to the garden which had a new addition to it, “I set this spot up for us. I thought you’d like it.”

“It’s beautiful, Zar– Is that for me?”

Your eyes lit up seeing a flower crown made for you. It was made of your favorite flowers. Zaros knew all of your favorite flowers and why. He used to tell you that they fit your personality well but you never understood what that meant. However, seeing them all together and designed for you, you get it now. 

“Zaros! You made me a flower crown?” You unlinked your arms and faced him with heart-eyes. 

He picked up the flower crown and placed it on your head, “It matches the one I have on.”

“Is that–?” You stopped. 

The flower crown that was on his head was small, a bit too small for him now. Could it be? You didn’t know he would keep it, especially for this long. 

“It’s the one you made me.” He smiled.

“From years ago. Zaros, this is adorable.”

“I still remember when you made me this. It quickly became one of my prized possessions, you know?”

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“Why do I have to close my eyes?”

“Because I have a surprise for you!”

“Ah,” Zaros tried to reach his hand out to find you,” I don’t like surprises.”

You shooed his hand away and placed something on his head. 

“Okay, open!”

He opened his eyes and reached for the top of his head. 

“What is this? Did you make this yourself?”

“Yeah? It’s a crown– a flower crown. I made it for you.”

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“I always wondered where you found the time to make that for me. We were really busy at the time.”

You reminisced in the past, holding both of your flower crowns together. You haven’t thought about that day since it came. How could you? It was so long ago and you were normally too occupied to think about the past. 

“But um,” He picked his flow back up, “That’s not why we’re here.”

“Right. You said you needed to tell me something?”

“Yeah… let’s sit down.”

Before you could let the sweet, nostalgic moment go, it was already taken over by a new uneasy atmosphere. 

“I recognize how we’ve become closer over time. The trials helped with that and now that they’re over, we won’t spend as much time together.”

“Is that what this is about? Zaros, we don’t have to drift apart–”

“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about. I’m worried that if I wait, it’ll be too late. I know what I feel and I’ve felt this way around when we first met. The feeling only grew stronger with time and even for the 8 years we didn’t speak, I still felt it.”

“Felt what?”

He looked around, trying to find something to focus on other than your gaze. 

“Love. I’ve fallen in love with you. I couldn’t go on much longer hiding this truth from you. It felt dishonest and that’s the last thing I want to be.”

“You’re… Zaros, you’re in love with me?”

He nodded, still not looking at you. He didn’t want to see your pitiful expression because he knew it was there. 

“Zaros,” You started, “I’m so sorry. I don’t feel what you feel for me. I didn’t know you felt that way and I wish I would’ve seen it.”

“It’s not your fault…”

Zaros’ voice had a different tone. Now, it was accompanied by the sounds of him holding back tears. You could hear and see him fighting back the faucet in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Zaros!”

You tried to keep him from leaving but he was gone. So much for building your relationship.

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okokokoko i'll stop making earis such a cutie

ALSO OMG I FOUND THE ALEX FIC SO I CAN POST PART 3 (the last partttt) LIKE IN 2 DAYS SO HANG IN THERE YALLL

so basically this fic, alex fic in 2 days, n sometime after kayson fic!

[macabresque]

hello! i have a slight obsession with playlist curating and have decided to share some of my marauders playlists :)

some of these are quite old but i hope you enjoy!

marauders map: represents the marauders era as a whole

crimson rivers: for the fic by bizzarestars (such an amazing piece of writing, shoutout to zar!!)

sirius & regulus: sibling angst! woo! sorry for this one haha

anything for our moony: i made this quite a while back but it's for wolfstar in 'All the Young Dudes' by MsKingBean89 on ao3

lily evans: for my girl lily!!! i adore her to bits, an ode to her :)

I have a ton more! but these are the one's that i'm most comfortable sharing :]

if you happen to come across this and maybe even listen to one let me know what you think!

have a good day, kind stranger :)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

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Ant Pile | rosekiller | E | 21.3k words | chapter 2/2 | modern day AU, unhinged stupid teenage boy behavior, hood rat x whatever the opposite of a nepo baby is, slice of life

This is a story about two boys raised by the sun. Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you've already loved them for as long as you can remember. — [ heavily insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile/album Sunburn ]

no one’s gonna say anything against a dude kissing his homie good luck | rosekiller | M | 3.1k words | stupid teenage bois, jealousy and Good Luck Kissing

Evan’s fingers clench in the worn cotton. Somewhere in the back of his head there’s sirens going off, a voice yelling at him to not do it. It’s a husky little thing when it tumbles out of Evan anyways. “You want a good luck kiss?” — [Ant Pile b-side]

Die a Little Death For Me | jegulus | E | 2.7k words | smut, trans reg, light dom/sub, voyuerism ft. the rosekiller boys

James leans down, admonishing, voice patronizing in his ear, “You gotta be quiet for me though, love. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Suck the marrow out my bones and all you’ll taste is yourself | old wolfstar | T | 1.6k words | domestic, toothrotting fluff

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight.

Teeth | wolfstar | E | 3.9k words | written for the Kinktober 2023 prompts Dubcon and Stripping

And then Remus squats down in front of him, a palm held under Sirius’ chin, “C’mon, spit, baby.” Sirius cheeks are flaring and he throws his chin up and forcefully spits the man right in his fucking face.

Always Pushing her Luck | lesbian wolfstar | E | 2.6k words | the inherent eroticism of lathering someone up in sunscreen/aloe lotion

Remus braces herself but, really, she should have seen it coming. “Kiss it better?”

Ribs Are Designed To Be Crawled Into | lesbian wolfstar | M | 1.7k words | bloody and gory-ish, feelings realization, canon universe

“Chest a widely open crater that Remus wants to duck into and make a home for herself in. Close the bones of Sirius’ ribs behind her like some grotesque form of double doors.”

rotting/festering away in the docs:

The Other Lily | the other zoey pandalily AU | E? | Christmas rom com fluff & angst with a happy ending, Rosier cousins!, College AU

Lily is popular by accident because she likes helping others, is top of her classes and can be ‘witty in a real sexy way’ according to her best friend James. She doesn’t know what she expects from romance until Lily runs into someone that’s just as thorough, clever and unintentionally charming—Evan Rosier. A perfect match on paper that she’s eager to explore. But then she accidentally causes Evan’s cousin Pandora to get run over by a car and sort of becomes her girlfriend and then gets invited to a skiing trip that Evan is also going to attend and, well. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. James tells her she’s bonkers and if he was less consumed by a particular delivery guy with pouty lips and a French accent he might have been able to do something about it.

or, How Lily Evans steals someone’s girlfriend in a roundabout way Christmas miracle style

sun-baked dirt | wolfstar & jegulus cowboy au early 2000s | E

i’m talking mechanical bulls, chaps, skinny dipping, ex-equestrian black brothers, meaningful talks under the stars, the prettiest set of boots and lots of heart eyes and sexual tension

mira, mi amor | insp by a zar prompt! | jegulily & background wolfstar modern day nanny au | E | age gap, chronic illness, poc jily, smut

harry has 4 younger siblings: we’re serving an angsty almost-teenager, red-haired twins (because i couldnt help myself) and one precious toddler—lily and james are shagging non-stop to compensate for having the hots for their nanny and regulus is perpetually stressed out or horny (…….or both)

— a million and one more little things, mostly porn oneshots but also a whole fuckin haikyuu and maze runner au?? yeah

feel free to come yell at me about any of these:) also haikyuu, jjk, atla, aftg, httyd or anything in general really<3

[jasper-tarot-reader]

Hello Jasper, I hope you are doing well I think this is my very first time asking for a reading from you, I hope i'm following the rules well. my nickname is Roo, they/them In the last few months, I have been going through some massive changes in my relationship to spirituality/witchcraft, especially since I do make a side hustle out of it. I feel like i'm between two phases and I'm unsure how to proceed or how to gain better perspective of it. So that would be my question :" How can I gain better perspective about this shift/ What should I look towards for it ?" feel free to use any deck you see fit or you would like to try on this question Thank you in advance !

Good morning, Roo! For this reading, I am testing out the Lowbrow Tarot that I checked out from Missouri Evergreen, the state-wide library system for Missouri! This deck has seen some shit over the years (it's eleven years old and has clearly circulated for much of it). Your cards are the Devil upright by Chet Zar and the Hierophant reversed by Chris Mars.

Ah, overindulgence and manipulative mentor figures, what a combo.

The Devil is one of my favorite cards because you can really judge a deck based on how it's portrayed. It's a pointer towards the fact that one gets so caught up in the material world - primarily in the money and spending department, though there are other vices - that they ignore everything else.

Meanwhile, the Hierophant is one of those cards that you will have wildly oscillating feelings towards depending on how you feel about religious authorities (typically Christian or Catholic ones). In the words of the artist who drew this one:

But under the auspice of nobility can come manipulation. A leader may lead, or mislead. Therein lies the dichotomy of the Hierophant: To teach, but what? To steer, but heading where? Dogma best serves man when it serves the values of peace.

I think what I'm seeing here is that the best move forward is to temporarily close down the side hustle (gods, I hate that phrase) until you get your feet back under you with the changes to your craft. Things are changing, whether you want them to or not, and you need to learn about and understand the path unwinding before you.

Perhaps the best approach is to pause as many things as possible and analyze or test what you know already? Ultimately, your next steps are up to you.

I wish you the best going forward, Roo. If you feel so inclined, please feel free to send feedback in my ask box, leave feedback in a reblog of this reading, and/or reblog my reading guidelines!

~Jasper