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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Hiii I really love your writing! Thank you for keeping Prongsfoot alive <3 I was hoping you could do one where James temporarily loses his memories and falls in love with Sirius (who is already his boyfriend but he doesn’t remember) all over again. Cute fluffy stuff pls hehehe

James can hear the doctor in the hall, saying something about how 'they' need to take it easy and not excite the patient too much. James can't help but perk up. He has visitors! It's about time. Yeah, yeah, they needed to get him out of the danger zone first, but he's been bored, being trapped in this hospital room with only staff to see-- and it's not like they really talk to him.

He's lost his memories (temporarily, they assure him), but he gets the feeling he's a person that talks a lot.

He's practically vibrating in his skin when the door finally opens. Then his eyes widen. Wow, he must be popular, because people come flooding in. He guessed he was a people person, but when four people come in, he thinks that's going to be the end of it. People keep walking in, filling the hospital room until there's not a single spare foot of floor to be found. His gaze automatically latches onto the first person that made it in-- an absolutely gorgeous man with piercing grey eyes and a wide smile-- who comes straight to his side and makes an aborted gesture to touch his shoulder. The man in question is the first one to speak, something that must have been prearranged, because of how many people there are.

"Hey, James. We know you don't recognise anyone right now, but I thought it might make you feel better to see everyone."

"Yeah, and we need you to get back to work, you're making us look bad," someone joked.

"Can't make the quotas without him, huh Gideon?"

"Shove off," he replies, but it's with good humour.

Everyone seems to be in high spirits. James likes that.

Sirius-- the one James can't stop staring at, the first one in the room, the one who keeps almost touching him and then stopping himself-- introduces everyone. He tells James as he does it, that he doesn't expect him to remember, he just wants to make him feel less like he's surrounded by strangers.

People are talking, about nothing in particular, just talking to keep him company, and James appreciates it. He wants to pay attention to all these people that care about him, but his eyes keep getting drawn back to Sirius. He does his best not to make it obvious, but he gets caught.

"Come on, everyone, time to get lost," Fabian says. "We should give him and Sirius some time alone. Even without his memories he knows who's most important."

Everyone laughs companionably and James blushes, but people file out of the room like it's no big deal, bidding him well and promising to come back if he's there much longer.

When the door closes, leaving the two of them alone, James clears his throat uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to stare."

"I don't mind," Sirius says with a smirk.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That you're... most important to me."

"Yeah," Sirius says easily. He laughs at James's expression. "We've been best mates for ages. We were in the same dormitory at school, and when we graduated, we moved in together. Never separated since. Everyone knows I'm the most important person to you. People we don't even know, know that about us."

James tries to form an opinion about that, but before he gets the chance, Sirius is walking towards the door.

"I'm going to talk to your doctor, see when you get to leave. I know you don't like being cooped up."

James nods dumbly, and then Sirius is gone with a wink. 'Most important person'. And everyone knows it. What sort of person is James, when he has all his memories? Does he wear his heart on his sleeve? Or is he more reserved but nice to everyone? And he has to be nice to people, if he has so many friends. Maybe he has a lot of friends, but Sirius is the only one he's close to.

He's eaten up with questions about his past. The doctors claim his memories will come back soon, but when he asked when 'soon' is, they said it could be a matter of hours or a week. What sort of person is he? What sort of person is Sirius? When everyone was visiting, they mentioned him going back to work-- what is his work? Is he dating anyone? Where does he even live? He has no idea where home is, much less what it looks like.

If he is dating someone, they didn't make themselves known while visiting.

James groans, slipping off his glasses and pressing his palms against his eyes. It sort of aches, and he wonders why the hell he did it, if it hurts. Muscle memory, that's what the doctor called it. He's not sure he likes this muscle memory. He puts his glasses back on and waits for Sirius to return.

*

Sirius, James learns, is fucking adorable. When James gets upset about not having his memories back yet, Sirius makes him breakfast in bed. When that fails to cheer him up, he takes him flying. When James refuses to get on the broom because, "I don't have my memories, I'm going to get hurt," he takes him on his motorbike instead. For some reason, the prospect doesn't scare him like the broom did, and he thinks it's because Sirius is the one in charge of the bike. Sirius, at least, has all his memories and knows what he's doing. James isn't going to count on muscle memory saving him all on his own-- Sirius laughed when he said this, and said that he'd have to remember it as the only time in James's life where he didn't want to be on a broom; instead of being upset at the difference between James without his memories and James with his memories, he's just amused. James likes that it doesn't upset him. He likes it when Sirius is happy.

He likes just about everything about Sirius. He likes his laugh and how he cooks and the way he winks at James all the time, and he likes most of all that even though Sirius must miss the James he is when he has his memories, he doesn't treat James like a stranger.

"Am I much like myself?" James asks, after two days home from the hospital. He's counting down the days until his memories have to return-- the week long mark is a beacon to him. He was in the hospital for one day, home for two, only four more until he can be himself again. But he feels like himself now, even without his memories. Is it even possible to not feel like himself? But he wants to know what Sirius thinks. He always wants to know what Sirius thinks; he wonders if that's a holdover from his memories that couldn't be erased, or if Sirius really is that fascinating. His guess, of course, is that it's just the wonder that is Sirius Black.

"Aside from not wanting to fly, I'd say you're exactly yourself," Sirius laughs.

"Don't joke, I want to know," James says, even though he enjoys hearing that laugh.

Sirius shrugs, easy as anything. He looks so comfortable in his own skin. "You're unsure of yourself. You hesitate now where normally you wouldn't. You don't remember certain details. That's pretty much it. You're still you, James. Your heart's the same as it's always been. You're still curious about what you don't know."

"I thought that was because I lost my memories."

"Nah, the world is a mystery and you like it that way; it means there's something new around every corner."

Huh. James... likes that. He looks at Sirius, focuses on the way his smile curves and plumps his cheek, the sparkle in his eyes, the sweep of hair across his forehead, and wonders if he's been in love with him for very long, or if it's something new he's feeling. Either way, he likes it. Loving Sirius feels easy.

*

James wakes up, giggles to himself, and crawls out of bed to go join Sirius.

Sirius half-wakes when the bed shifts. "Wha's goin' on?"

"Got my memories back," James whispers. He pecks Sirius's cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Mmph."

*

"So, memories back?" Sirius says the next morning.

"Yep. You want to know what's funny?" James asks, a grin splitting his face.

"What?"

"Before I got my memories back, I was already falling in love with you again."

"Aw, you love me."

"Sure do," James says, pulling him in for a kiss.

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[bluesilkdressao3]

Hi, could you write us what would be the reader's first kiss with Levi, Erwin and Mike?(I am writing with the help of a translator, I apologize for the mistakes)

there are no mistakes in ur message dw :-)

Thoughts on a First Kiss with the Male Veterans (Erwin, Mike, Levi)

Erwin

I see Erwin needing to have developed a back-and-forth with reader before any relationship could develop. He seems the sort to not have romantic inclinations unless he also has a conversational relationship with you.

The most romantic, seems the sort to ask permission.

Erwin respects you as a soldier. He sees you as a valuable asset to the Scouting Legion. He values your input in field affairs and appreciates it when you have a glance over expedition plans for him. Making you a Squad Leader was an easy call—or, rather, as the Commander of the Legion it was an essay call. As a man? It was a decision he was reluctant to make. He'd been growing increasingly fond of you, increasingly eager to pass you in the hallway, looking up at his door quickly when someone knocked and finding himself slightly disappointed when it wasn't you—worse, he'd find himself pleased when it was you; he'd smile at you, stand as you approached his desk, he'd murmur for you to take a seat and he'd lean his elbows on his desk to get close to you. To hear you speak quietly and clearly. He hung off every word. You were a vulnerability for him. He knew you could fight, knew you were strong, knew you could handle yourself but, by God, was he afraid of your absence. That was the problem. Erwin tried everything, he tried pushing you away, setting some polite distance, some clear formality. He directed conversations away from the personal and exclusively toward the militaristic. When military matters were discussed and done with, he'd stand and politely urge you on your way. But it did nothing other than make him sad to see you go. It was the night before an expedition—the second expedition with you as a Squad Leader—and Erwin was tense, anxious, on edge. Like every evening before an expedition, he'd had his Officers come in for a final debrief before dismissing them to their bedrooms for a restless night. But, unlike every other evening before an expedition, he'd asked you (politely) to stay behind. You had looked a little confused, even, perhaps, worried. He'd quickly calmed you mind by assuring you there was nothing to be anxious about, he'd asked you to sit. There had been a silence wherein Erwin tried to think of what to say, what to do, how best to come out with the fact that he'd grown affectionate for you in a way that was simply not appropriate for a Commanding Officer. But, in the end, all he could do was stand from his chair, walk beside you, crouch alongside where you sat, and say, "may I kiss you?" Of course, with a smile, you did.

Mike

The most easy and comfortable with romantic/sexual gestures.

I see Mike as the sort to act on a whim, the sort to make a spur of the moment decision.

Perhaps unlike to ask permission, letting your movement dictate if he kisses you or not.

Mike was a sucker for women. He was a man with needs and he liked women. Sue him. He likes the way they move, they speak, likes the way they kiss, likes the way they sound, and, of course, the way they smell. He takes his job as a soldier seriously, he endeavoured to keep any carnality confined to one of flings with pretty ladies he meets in a pub, perhaps meeting them once or twice more before laying down the boundary of "can't do this again." Most of the time, they're fine with it—most of the time, they're used to soldiers and their bullshit tendency to pull away from emotions. Its fine. It works. He tries to avoid emotional, sexual, romantic shit with fellow soldiers. But, hey, you were just his type. Mike kept it down, kept it quiet and pushed away for as long as he could. He avoided physical contact with you, he avoided chatting with you, laughing with you, he avoided it all—adamant to keep shit from getting difficult. But the beer had been flowing, but the mess hall was hot and clammy, but the laughter was loud and the celebration (a rare semi-successful expedition) was in full swing and you looked sweaty and joyful in the candlelight. He'd walked past you, ducking his head to quietly say into your ear, "follow me?" You did, darting out the mess hall and into the corridor a few moments after him. The corridor was quiet and dark and a little chilly after the tight noise of the mess hall. Mike was leaning on the wall, his tankard on the windowsill beside him. He'd stared at you in silence, looking at the sheen of your sweat in the moonlight of the hall. You stepped closer, hesitant and slow. The moment you were within arm's reach, Mike had reached out and grasped your wrist loosely. You didn't pull back or away. You only stepped closer. Toe to toe, eyes looking at one another. It was only natural, only easy, for Mike to duck his head and press his lips to yours. It was intuitive for you to loop your arms around his neck and for him to grip your waist and pull you closer. Yeah. You were just his type.

Levi

Tbh I see Levi only being able to be romantic either in a pre-canon situation or a post-canon situation. During the plot of canon, I think he's so existential and fucked up that initiating romance is rly not on his mind.

I've written a couple of times on Ao3 pre-canon romance w/ Levi so I'd love to explore a post-canon romance.

Like I always say, I see Levi's relationship with intimacy being repressed and even somewhat awkward.

Tbh, kissing may be one of the most tense things for him as it is such an intimate, gentle action that is pure romance and offers little physical gratification. Sex may make sense to him as something people desire for physical release, but kissing? What's the point beyond simple affection?

I think that post-canon, his wounds and injuries would fuck him up. Levi's whole military purpose had been being physically strong, thus, losing his ability to walk, to use his hand, his vision being impaired, I imagine those would all affect not only his identity but his self-esteem.

For this reason, I see there being a long period of reluctance from Levi to act on any romantic feelings and, hence, reader would need to initiate things.

Levi didn't believe it. It didn't make sense. You were strong, still. You were valued by Arlert's little diplomatic group for your military knowledge, for how well you'd fought during the war, for the fact that you had military experience beyond the others. After all, you'd already been in the Legion years before any of the 104th signed up. You, strong, smart, beautiful, having any damn interest in Levi as he currently was made no sense. He thought you'd been mocking him when you first told him. He'd been an ass to you, swore at you, told you to fuck off. You'd only returned the following day with a fresh loaf of bread and your familiar, easy company. "Don't you have shit to do?" Levi would grumble as you prepared a pot of tea to share with him by the fire. "Yeah," you'd reply, "but I'm happy to be here," you would look at him with that gentle intensity that always had Levi's ears going hot, and you'd add, "I'm happy to be with you." The first time you'd asked to kiss him, you'd been pushing him in his wheelchair along a cobbled street while Gabi and Falco walked in front of the both of you—the two of them talking loudly and laughing louder. Levi had tensed full body and, after a long silence, replied, "don't say that shit again." You were good at following military commands. You were God awful at doing what he said otherwise. You asked him once when you were slowly shaving his face with a cut-throat razor. You asked him once when you were chopping vegetables together. You asked him once when he was helping you fold laundry. You asked him once before you went to the port to catch a boat to Paradis. You asked him when you returned. He always balked, always froze, always said no, but the intensity of the no lessened from a full body rejection to a sharp shake of the head to a quiet, "no." You didn't push him, you didn't demand it, you didn't guilt him or urge him, you would just pause and look at him and say, "may I kiss you?" When he'd say no, you'd nod and move on, picking up where you left off. It was when the others were round, of all days, that he finally said yes. The garden was busy in the summer evening. Kirstein and Springer were rowdy and drunk, Braun close behind. Pieck and Onyankopon and Arlert and Leonhardt were looking on in their own state of tipsy amusement, Gabi and Falco were full and sleepy after the big meal. You were sat beside Levi on the porch, he in his wheelchair holding a half drank pint and you sat beside him on a chair, smiling softly. He'd been staring at your smiling profile, he'd been in awe of your patience and unending kindness. He'd leant into your space and said, "kiss me." You'd looked at him slowly, eyes bright, and had whispered, "are you sure?" Levi had replied with a nod. You'd raised your hand, pressing it on his cheek and letting him rest the weight of his head on your palm, your thumb stroking the scarred skin beneath his blind eye. You'd leant close and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was dry, soft, gentle, easy. Levi's hand had raised to wrap around your wrist and he'd pressed his lips back against yours. When the kiss broke you pressed your forehead against his and whispered, "alright?" "Mhmm," he'd hummed. No one had noticed the kiss when he looked back at the small party.

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[ratsplendor]

*slams door open* -"DID SOMEONE SAY FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!!!!"

May I request Ford fucking Fidds against a tree, because I'm 100% convinced those nerds fucked in the woods at least once at some point during the portal building era.

SIMPLE. SWEET. BASED. 🌲 ✅ getting nasty in the woods is a GO. fuck yes

[wiirocku]

Psalm 104:27-28 (NKJV) - These all wait for You, That You may give them their food in due season. What You give them they gather in; You open Your hand, they are filled with good.

[vfdinthewild]

"All in all, this was very surprisingly fortuitous and vintage-filled day."

-via "THRIFT FLIP: I made a trendy beaded bralette (with thrifted beads!)" by @kathleenillustrated on YouTube, 14:54

[beatleskinkmeme]

Based on the fact that John was Linda's favourite Beatle growing up: Sometime in the '70s, Linda tells/confesses to Paul her old fantasies about John. Paul gets off on it.

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can you write a story where James and Sirius get married while still in school and Lily keeps trying to hit on James (she doesn’t know they’re married but people keep telling her it’s a bad idea because James and Sirius are inseparable, maybe lily is a transfer student or something and that’s why she doesn’t know) who politely refuses until he gets fed up and tell her he’s already married.

((A/N: I went with transfer student Lily, assume Hogwarts is the public version of school and she was going private or smthn))

James is a flirt. That's what everyone tells her. James is a flirt, Lily. You can't take him seriously when he flirts with you, he flirts with everybody.

Lily listens to them-- she is new to Hogwarts, after all, and she doesn't know everything about it just because she read the book on it-- but she thinks there's more to it than that.

Maybe everyone knowing James for so long has led them to believe he's not serious about her. If the stories are to be believed, he's been like this since he was eleven, and no one takes an eleven year old seriously when they're charming.

Lily's new to the school, she can offer a new perspective. And her perspective is that James means it when he flirts with her.

"I've heard asking people to Hogsmeade is the done thing," Lily says, not to anyone in particular, but just the general air in the dormitory.

"The done thing for dates, yeah," someone-- Mary, that's her name-- says.

"Brilliant."

"You're not thinking of asking Potter, are you?" Dorcas chimes in.

"I was going to, yeah."

The girls groan in unison. Lily glances at them. Did they plan this? It feels planned. Or maybe this is how in-tune people can get when they've lived together through the school year for six years straight.

"I know you all think it's a bad idea-" god knows they've all told her at length "-but I'm going to go ahead and ask. The worst thing he can do is say no." That's the worst case, and it's not bad. And she doesn't think it's likely, so.

"It's your funeral, girl."

"I think you're crazy for asking out anyone. Isn't that the boy's job?"

Lily rolls her eyes. They're so dramatic. She's asked out someone before and she didn't die from it.

*

James blinks at her owlishly behind his glasses.

For the first time, she doubts her decision. It's not (just) that he isn't answering right away, it's that he's looking at her like that. He's looking at her like this is a complete surprise, one that's taken him off guard so completely that he's in a rare moment of silence.

"Erm."

"I take it that's a no," Lily says, trying to be casual about it. Heat rises in her cheeks in embarrassment and she curses her fair skin for how visible it must be. Damn it, she was so sure that James was into her.

"Yeah, sorry," he says dazedly.

It's impossible to take James Potter off-guard, this much, she knows. She has to take advantage of this moment while she can, so she's going to see if she can find out the why. Why is he saying no and-- more importantly-- why was everyone so certain this would be the outcome? "Mind if I ask why not?"

"Huh?"

"You were flirting," she says, not accusing, just pointing it out. "I thought you were interested."

"I'm- taken, that's all."

"Taken?" She hasn't seen any girl hanging around him, just those three mates of his. Is he lying to try and make her feel better? She's not a fan of that. "There's no way you're taken."

He blinks at her again, still looking taken off-guard. "I'm married, actually."

"Married? No way in hell you're married. We're still in school, and you spend all your time with Black-"

"He's a Potter now," James interrupts quickly, almost angry. Then he goes pale. "Erm, I don't- I mean-" He's starting to panic, so she cuts in, guilt gathering in a lump in her stomach for pushing; she never meant to make him feel bad, she just wanted answers. If she'd known, she wouldn't have pushed. But, well, if she'd known, then... It was an imperfect situation, and she was uncomfortable for her part in it.

"Relax, I won't tell anyone," she assures him.

"If anyone found out-"

"They won't," Lily says simply. For her, it is that simple. She's friends with a few girls here, but she wouldn't describe them as close. She's certainly not close enough with anyone to tell them a secret like this. And they're only really 'friends' in the sense that they get along alright and they don't tell her to get lost.

He looks at her, assessing her sincerity. There's that bit of panic clinging to the edges of him, but there's also a forced calm. She understands, in that moment, why some people are wary-- scared, almost-- of him. He's... intense. In control. He breathes out, and that hint of danger vanishes with it. "Good. We were going to tell people, but- well, it'll just be easier if we wait until we're out of Hogwarts."

"I understand completely. But maybe stop flirting so much with other people? I thought you were interested, it's the only reason I pushed."

James's mouth twists, almost a smirk but lacking the humor. "Yeah, Sirius warned me that might be the case."

"How long have you two been...?" Lily trails off.

The look James gives her then is purely incredulous. "We're not friends, Evans. Why would I talk to you about it?"

Gryffindor, house of the brave, she reminds herself. She can take a chance here. "I don't really have friends." It hurts to admit-- and she can feel her cheeks heat-- but it's the truth. "I figure why not try with you?"

"You just asked me on a date," he points out.

"Yeah, because you're cute and you flirted with me, it's not like I'm in love with you. Come on," she whines, unashamed to be whining because she wants something good to come from this embarrassing confrontation instead of walking away empty-handed. "What do you have to lose by being friends with me?"

"I already have friends," he says, bewildered. 

"Yeah, so what's one more?"

He blinks at her, she's afraid he's going to give a firm no, and then he cracks a grin and starts laughing. "Sure, Evans. We can be friends. But if Sirius doesn't like you, you're gone."

"He'll like me," she says, willing it to be true.

*

"You'll never guess what just happened," James says the second him and Sirius are alone. Sirius is lounging on James's bed, and James is standing, walking back and forth across the room for something to do while they talk.

"Hm?"

"First, promise you won't get mad. The situation's handled."

Sirius raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay?"

"Evans knows about us."

"Evan Rosier?" he says, sitting up straight. "That sounds like a cause for panic, what the hell were you thinking-"

"No, not Evan, Evans, Lily Evans, Gryffindor."

"Oh." He lays back down. "She won't tell?"

"She won't tell," James promises. He walks over and lays down next to him, fingers tapping Sirius's chest with nervous energy. "She asked me out, and when she asked why, I sort of told her we were married."

"Uh-huh," Sirius says, in that way that means he knows there's more to it.

"Anyway, she asked if we could be friends, and I said sure, but only if you liked her too. So, thoughts on Evans?"

"She's alright," he shrugs. "Not sure I like her knowing we're married, though. How'd that happen, anyways? It's not like you'd say it flat out."

James snickers. "Hello, I'm James, this is my husband, Sirius. What's your name?" He pecks a kiss to Sirius's cheek after he says 'husband'; it makes Sirius laugh. "Nah, she called you Black, and I corrected her without thinking. It was a stupid mistake."

Stupid, but sweet. It makes Sirius's heart grow, just hearing it. The change of his last name is official, but that doesn't mean they told anyone but the Potter's about it-- not even the professors know, since when they started this school year, his name was still Black. The NEWT's will get his name right, and that's all that matters right now. Plus... it feels good. He likes that someone else knows. It's dangerous, and if Lily talks, they're screwed for the rest of the school year, but he likes it. He's wanted to be Mr. Potter since practically the moment he met James. Keeping it a secret is necessary, but that doesn't mean he likes it. He wants to shout it at people as they pass by. He wants everyone to look at him and know what family he belongs to, but he wants that to happen in the future. Lily knowing, right now, is scary. But she says she'll keep it a secret, and all he can do is hope that she's telling the truth.

"Sure," Sirius says, "our new friend Lily. Why not?"

[fullcravings]

Italian Bombolini (Lemon Custard Filled Doughnuts)

[thelordismylightandmysalvation]

Verse of the Day - Matthew 5:6

[izzyrarepairkinkmeme]

[IZZY/CREW +FREE USE +EXHIBITIONISM]

Izzy lived and sailed off with the crew. Ed and Stede come back to the revenge after a little while.

Not being the captains and having to do crew work takes some getting used to, watching Izzy get bent over any available surface whenever the mood strikes a crew member even more.

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[ratsplendor]

Okay hear me out...ik u are a fiddauthor fan but consider,,,,fiddleford+Stan at their lowest having nasty freaky sex with lots of crying + stans desperate need for praise vs his inability to let himself be vulnerable (spoiler alert he gets vulnerable) okay peace and love and thank u

yoooooo I have been thinking about this ask since I woke up 👀 already vibrating I love fiddlestan sm and would love to write this!! gimmeeeee

[wiirocku]

Psalm 94:19 (NLT) - When doubts filled my mind, Your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.

[iina-st4r]

Jjk men got my mind cumbuzzling😩