#hazelnoot

[splendidlyinlove]

Stay A Little Longer

Pairing: Coops 

Rating: Teen and Up 

Summary: Sirius is at the Dumais Holiday party and wanders off a bit on his own. Remus has a very important question to ask. 

Read it on ao3! 

All characters belong to the very talented @lumosinlove !

Content Warning for mention of holidays and implied sexual content!

The house was warm, the Dumais house always was, especially around the holidays. Right now it was full to the brim with hockey players and family. Sirius could hear the faint laughter pouring through the walls. He missed this. The ability to live with no pressure, to just be. It hit him over dinner while Logan was making him laugh so hard he could barely breathe, he was so happy. 

It was a bit overwhelming, scary even. He let himself wander away a bit, climbing the stairs.  Sirius looked at the picture frames hung along the hallway as he walked through the second floor. Endless photos of the Dumais children and their parents in various poses were sprawled across the walls, creating a very eclectic collage. Sirius chuckled to himself at one where Katie looked to be about three and was wearing five different costumes at once with Tinkerbell sunglasses to match. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his own face and looked closer. It was a photo of him and Remus, a photo that Sirius was pretty sure that neither of them knew was taken. Remus was sitting in his stall while Sirius leaned against its wall and they both were looking at each other with enamored smiles. Sirius flushed a bit as he giddy feeling zinged down his spine. So much has changed in so little time.  He never thought he would be able to have-

A hand shot out of a doorway and dragged him inside. Sirius’s back hit the door after it closed and Remus’s mouth was instantly on his. Sirius hummed happily after the initial shock melted away and cradled the back of Remus’s head. 

“You know you don't have to do this anymore, we’re engaged you could have just asked” Sirius chuckled, sliding his hand down to cup the back of Remus’s neck. 

Remus glared playfully at Sirius. “Someone has to keep you on your toes, Captain. This is way more exciting.” 

“Not that I’m complaining, but you dragged me into this room just so we could make out like some horny teenagers?” 

“....I may have had some ulterior motives.”

“Oh?” 

“I wanted to give you your Christmas present.” Remus stepped away from Sirius and sat on the bed inside the room. It was then that Sirius realized what room they were in. His face broke into a sly grin. 

“Does this gift involve you naked and or in my jersey again?”

“No, but it could involve me in Logan’s t-shirt again if you’re not careful.” Sirius’s smile instantly dropped from his face. Remus laughed. 

Remus patted beside him on the bed. “Come here, sit.” 

“Yes, captain.” 

Remus playfully rolled his eyes. Sirius sat down and Remus took his hand. 

He was silent for a moment before saying, “I love you, endlessly. I never thought I could have you and I am so thankful that I am able to every day. I know I’m kinda late to this but I could not live with myself if I didn’t do this so…” Remus pulled a small black box out of his pocket and flipped it open. Inside was a half gold half silver ring with the words mon étoile engraved on the inside. 

Remus gave a small, shy smile. “Marry me?” 

Sirius’s eyes welled up with tears. “ I- But we’re already engaged?” 

Remus gave a small shrug. “You deserve to be proposed to too.” A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Plus I had to one up you.”

Sirius let out a watery laugh. “Oui, oui. Mon dieu, oui.” 

Remus’s face lit up. They struggled to put the ring on several times through kisses as they fell back onto the bed. Sirius never thought he would be able to have this, thank god he was proven wrong.

[fabiobruna]

Bijzondere vrucht

[bbqbastard]

Gemakkelijk de beste gerookte chocoladesaus maken voor bij churros

[noots-fic-fests]

Behold: The Prompts!

We've been spoiled rotten this year with *26* marvelous prompts - a special treat for our 5th annual Fic-O-Ween Fest! How the time flies!

Less than 30 days before posting begins, so get those ideas brewing! As always, late posting is allowed but please don't post early! Write just one, nail all 13 days, or attempt all 26 prompts! Any and all combinations are welcome.

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Happy Autumnal Equinox! The fest approaches!

[nikarie5]

Pumpkin Spice - drabble

Rating: General Audience - there are ships, and they have sailed. General description: Zoo trip with a toddler. Bonus material: Toddler is better at art than the author is. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, and @hazelnoot-analyst

Cap and Loops join James and Lily on an excursion, taking not-quite-3-year-old Harry for his first visit to the zoo. At the zoo shop afterwards, Harry doesn’t want a little lion toy, but instead hones in immediately on a giant stuffed red panda. “Sweetie, it is bigger than you, you won’t be able to carry him home.”

"‘Sa colour ‘a punkin spice. ‘Sa best spice. Like Momma's hair. Gonna call her Pie." Sirius and Remus sneak the purchase through while James and Lily are preoccupied with getting Harry to use the bathroom before they head back to the car.

"Tanks Unca Pafoo’! Tanks Unca ‘Oops!" ---

Unca Pafoo! Unca Pafoo! Pie painted you a picture! For your fridge! 'Sa burnt pumpkin pie!

[Picture description: 44 inch stuffed red panda sitting on a wooden table with its paws folded as if silently asking you to admire its artwork. The artwork is in front of the stuffed red panda, a crinkly A4 sheet painted with abstract swirls of olive green and orange paint.] *This was a "get well" picture made for me by my friend's three year old. It really is titled burnt pumpkin pie. Pie is actually called Panda Roux, and you can find their cousins in zoo shops around the world or online. They provide excellent lumbar support. **Most of my submissions from here on out are likely to be short, or silly and very low effort, and there is only one that might maybe be in French...

Sorry.

[autisticlenaluthor]

goodnight to everyone except for people who pronounce Reeses like 'rees-EEs', people who label foods as 'good' or 'bad' in the year 2023, people who genuinely like Lip Gallagher in the early seasons of shameless, people who willingly eat blue cheese salad dressing, and people who say 'omg im so sorry for the mess!!' before showing you the cleanest fucking room you've ever seen

[ladymdc]

You are loved!!!! I put a soft cozy weighted blanket and a Hazelnoot on you

😭♥️ thank you friend. I am feeling very comfy & loved— and so is Hazelnoot.

[iindigenize]

SUM1 PUT HAZELNOOT IN THE MORNING COFFEE IM GONNA LOSE IY

[thatssomuchlove]

Fic-o-Ween Day 1

For Fic-o-Ween 2024 put on by @noots-fic-fests! All characters by @lumosinlove

The first (and hopefully not only) chapter inspired by the Mafia AU invented on the Hazelnoot discord server:

Sitting on the couch in his apartment living room, Leo was interrupted from struggling not to let his eyes skip lines during a very suspenseful moment in his book when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He jumped up and swung around the door jam to see all his nice pans on the floor…again.

His roommate looked up at him with wide eyes from where he stood by the coffee maker, “I swear I didn’t touch it!”

Leo sighed, “It’s not your fault, Finn. That rack keeps falling down because apparently these wall anchors do not hold their advertised weight!” He huffed. The cabinet space in their tiny New York apartment was abysmal, so hanging up his pans like they do in those fancy kitchens with marble counters or copper detailing seemed like the best option.

“Could also be these shitty walls,” Finn chirped and tapped the wall behind him.

“Yeah, that too,” Leo returned Finn’s grin and could tell he was also thinking about how well they can hear the music from the online Zumba class that one of their neighbors attends religiously. “I’m just going to have to get a stud finder at the hardware store. You have a drill, right?” Finn grimaced and shook his head. “Then a drill set, too.”

Finn clapped a hand on his shoulder as he brushed by with his travel mug, “I would offer to go with, but I’m headed into the office.”

“What? Finn, it’s Saturday.”

“A journalist never rests!” And he was out the door.

Leo looked at the small tear through the dry wall from the anchor being ripped out forcefully and sighed again. He stacked his pans on a clear spot on the counter and went to collect what he needed for a walk to the hardware store.

~

The bell on the door jingled overhead as Leo entered the shop. The closest one he could find on maps seemed to be a family-run place without much information on the page at all—just the open hours and a handful of reviews, no website or pictures of the inside. Leo would have to agree with kathybee309, it was surprisingly warm and inviting as soon as he stepped inside. He couldn’t see the check-out counter from the door, but clear, handwritten indices at each aisle directed Leo to the stud finders. He was holding two options in his hands, trying to think of a reason he shouldn’t just get the cheapest one, when a soft voice spoke up to his right.

“Are you finding everything you need?”

Leo noted an accent and looked up quickly only to almost drop what he was holding. The employee that spoke to him was decently shorter than him and had a combination of curly chocolate hair, bright green eyes, and prominent muscles—truly the way his heavy apron cinched around his waist and barely covered the width his denim-wrapped thighs was criminal—that had Leo a bit weak at the knees. “Umm, hi, yeah I think I’m um good,” he stammered. “Just,” a nervous laugh, “trying to decide.” Leo held up the stud finders and tried to make his smile friendly and not as painfully awkward as he currently felt.

The store employee walked closer to him and examined the options in his hands before meeting his eyes again. At this distance Leo could read his nametag: Logan. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to hang up my pans. The darn wall rack keeps falling out, so I decided to go a little more heavy duty than dry wall anchors.” He held up one of the stud finders and tried to joke, “need some studs.” Logan gave him a smile, small and breathtaking.

“Well, they’ll both work for that, but this simpler one should be sufficient,” Logan tapped his finger on the cheaper one. Yeah, Leo would say that they were working just fine considering the person in front of him. “Is that all?”

“Yep,” Leo nodded, no thoughts in his brain.

“Trés bon, you can follow me back to check out.” Logan jerked his head back the way he had come and started down the aisle. Leo hurriedly put the other stud finder back and trailed after Logan, almost tripping when he noticed the way his ass moved in those tight jeans. He kept his eyes fixed on the back of Logan’s head for the rest of the short walk to the register.

It wasn’t until Leo had closed his apartment door behind him that he realized that he completely forgot about the drill. He leaned against the door and cursed quietly. At least this time he would be prepared for the hardware store hottie and maybe not make quite as big of a fool out of himself.

~

He had decided to give it a day, with the hope that Logan would not be working so that he could avoid further embarrassment. The other half of his brain really wanted to see the hot employee again, convinced that this time he would be able to successfully flirt.

“This is a terrible idea,” Leo murmured under his breath as he rounded the sidewalk and came upon the beautifully carved dark red-brown doors set into the corner of the building.

He beelined to the drill section upon entering and luckily didn’t have as much trouble choosing this time. He came from a Milwaukee household. His eyes bugged out a bit when he saw the prices, “Jesus, that’s expensive.” Good thing his new job paid pretty well.

“We actually have a sale going for those right now.” Leo jumped at the voice behind him and turned to see a familiar, unfairly handsome face.

“Logan, hi,” Leo recovered quickly and came to the conclusion that he would have been far more disappointed to not see Logan today.

“I feel a bit at a disadvantage with you knowing my name when I don’t know yours.”

“Oh lord, where are my manners? My name’s Leo,” and he reached out to shake Logan’s warm, callused hand. He couldn’t squash the urge to explain himself, “I realized yesterday that a stud finder is a little useless without a drill and screws .”

Logan turned to the opposite shelves and scanned them for a second before picking up a box of screws. “These should work well for dry wall and studs.”

Leo offered a winning smile, “What would I do without you?” and took the box from Logan, quite possibly deliberately brushing their fingers together.

Logan looked up at him for a beat too long before stepping back. He cleared his throat, “Just doing my job. Do you need anything else?”

After taking a quick survey of what was in his hands—drill, drill bits, screws—Leo responded, “nope,” and followed Logan to the counter. In effort to keep the conversation going as Logan was ringing him up, he commented, “the front doors are gorgeous.”

“Merci. That was a long project, but one of my favorites. I can’t stand painted front doors.”

Leo chuckled, “Neither can my mama.” He looked behind him in the direction of the front of the store, “I can’t believe you made them,” turning back to look at Logan again, “y- that’s incredible.”

He was rewarded with another small smile, but this one had a tinge of something sad, “Oh I didn’t do them on my own. I was mainly helping my father. This whole store was his passion project.”

“Hell of a successful passion project, I bet I’d be astonished to see what he could accomplish with his day job!”

Logan’s smile twisted confusingly wry, “His day job wasn’t as important to him,” then that same sadness again, “But we’ll never really know what all he could have done, he passed several years ago.”

Trying to temper his shame of talking with Logan about his dead father with the fact that Logan brought him up, Leo erased the shock off his face and brought one hand up to squeeze Logan’s shoulder, “I’m sure he feels at peace knowing you are carrying on the legacy of what he loved.”

“Well, he’s not the only legacy-carrier, are you Lo Bear?” a voice called, and a young woman emerged from the back. Leo dropped his hand. If he hadn’t already guessed that they were related from her statement, he would have known just by looking at her. They could have been twins, but her green eyes were piercing through him where Logan’s were a warm, solid weight.

Logan, with color on his cheeks, huffed, “Leo, this is my sister Noelle.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Noelle.”

“Likewise,” she cocked her head at him. “What brings you here this fine Sunday morning?”

“Oh, just trying to hang stuff up in my kitchen. Not enough cabinet space.”

“An eternal struggle in Gryffindor.”

Leo chuckled, “Yeah, I’m finding that out.”

“Did you move here recently?”

“Yes, actually I moved here only a few months ago.”

“For a job?”

Leo was starting to get slightly unnerved by the accuracy of her guesses but tried not to let it show, “yes ma’am.” Logan had finished putting his things into a bag and pushed it his way while glaring at his sister. He looked between the siblings for a second before politely saying, “well I’ll let y’all get back to work. It was nice to see you again, Logan.”

Logan turned back to him and his gaze softened, “come back any time, Leo.”

~

As soon as Logan heard the sound of the door swinging shut behind Leo, Noelle jumped up and hastily looked around the store, but it was empty. She turned back towards Logan, who furrowed his brows at her.

“Thank god I was here today. You need to be more careful, Lolo.”

“Quoi?” Logan looked around in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Are Jackson and Evgeni here?”

“Ouais, of course. What’s going on?” Logan’s eyes started darting around the store and his fingers gravitated towards the handgun strapped to the underside of the counter.

“Nothing right now.” Noelle flashed him a quick smirk, “I thought you were just flirting with a customer and wanted to come out and see, but then I got a good look at him. The tall blond cutie pie is not what he seems, he’s the newest detective on the Gryffindor police force.” At Logan’s wide eyes, she tacked on, “Ouais, the ones who would have us in handcuffs if they even so much as caught a whiff of what’s going on.”

“Merde,” Logan breathed out. While he wouldn’t have pegged Leo as a cop in a million years, he could see how his underlying air of quiet confidence would make him an effective detective. Still, he seemed too genuine to be at the shop secretly sniffing around for a case, and Logan had a good bullshit detector, “I will be more careful, Noelle, but I don’t think that’s why he was here.”

“I trust you, Logan, just don’t let that pretty smile blind you.” Noelle ruffled his hair and stepped back, “I’m gonna head back to Maman’s. I love you.”

“I love you too, Nolly.” Logan waved goodbye and waited until she was out of sight before he sat down with a loud exhale, running a hand through his hair.

He wished that knowing Leo was, in essence, his enemy had halted his fantasies about the man altogether, but it had unfortunately and predictably only intensified his desire. It was unusual for him to feel a connection with someone so quickly, without really knowing them at all, but Leo was special somehow, just like… Logan shook his head.

Why was such a seemingly sweet guy working for such a corrupt system? Why did Logan have the urge to trust him anyway? He opened his laptop and set to find out everything that he could about Leo, the new detective at GPD, for his family’s safety, of course.

[mortimermcmirestinks]

me: sees anything with the word "hazelnut" in it

that one tumblr post about nutella from like ten years ago: hazelnoot

me: hehe hazelnoot

[uiltjesklask3]

Rups was plots weg in onze klas. Waar is die nu naartoe. Eekhoorn bezorgde ons een brief dat hij de ingrediënten verstopt had ipv in de klas te leggen. Hij gaf ons een tip en wij gingen op zoektocht. De eerste herfstvruchten dat we vonden was de eikel.

Wat zijn herfstvruchten en hoe heten ze? De walnoot, de hazelnoot, de wilde en tamme kastanje,de eikel,...

Natuurlijk mochten we de tamme kastanje, de walnoot en de hazelnoot ook eens proeven.

[noots-fic-fests]

Get in that spooky season...

Prompts are coming after O'Knutzy week finishes!

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Crazy to me that some people pronounce Nutella as noo-tella or new-tella. Like. there’s no such thing as a hazelnoot unless you’re pingu.

[nikarie5]

Fic-O-Ween 2024 - Day 1

Rating: G

Only Remus here, which I feel can occasionally be a trigger warning in and of itself... So, the entire snippet is self-doubt, but otherwise, I don't think there are any triggers? If I'm wrong, let me know.

“I should have gone with basketball, I should have gone with basketball, I should have gone with basketball…”  kept running through Remus’s mind like a mantra as he rode the light rail to the practice facilities for the first day of his internship. 

He had received many invitations to contact schools and teams at the job fair his program had set up for students early in the Spring semester. Nebraska had even flown him out to see their facilities and meet the staff over Spring Break, but something just hadn’t felt right. He had an offer to stay at the University of Wisconsin and do an additional certificate working alongside the Athletics Division, but he had felt ready to move on. He had been living in Madison his whole life, hadn’t even left home to live in a dorm at college. It felt a bit like giving up to stay there. Safe. But this… Heck, he had turned down an offer from the Chicago Bulls for this!

He had thought he was ready to get back into hockey. It was his one true love, was once the first thing he thought about in the morning, the last thing he thought about before bed. The old ‘90s shirts, “Eat. Sleep. Play hockey.” had described Remus’s childhood to a T.

Remus snorted. He would be willing to bet Mom had saved one of those for Jules to grow into. 

Oh no. Jules. 

Jules was so excited about Remus working for a hockey team. The kid was knee high to a mini stick, for cripe’s sake, and already as obsessed with hockey as Remus was is. His first word had been puck. Well, buck, but they all knew what he had been trying to say. Losing his hockey dream had been a gut punch to the whole family, not just himself.

“This was a bad idea. I don’t think I can bear this.”

... He walked home whistling.