#his brother and best friend are dating?

[astronomytowerghost]

Jegulus star crossed lovers trope, except they're not ACTUALLY star-crossed, they just think they are.

James and Regulus are like, super grossly in love and shit, but they're determined that Sirius will be furious. Because after Sirius ran away, Regulus became a taboo subject among the Marauders, so James thinks Sirius will feel betrayed when he finds out. And he'd never want to hurt his best friend, but he also can't give up his boyfriend. And then there's Regulus, who really misses his brother, and doesn't want to risk making things worse by "stealing" James from him.

Meanwhile, camera flip to Sirius, who knows about James' feelings, and is desperately plotting to get him and Reggie together. Because James is his best friend, and he wants more than anything for James to be happy. And because, while he's sure Reggie hates him for leaving, he desperately wants a chance to make it up to his brother. Also, of all the people who could date his baby brother, he'd rather it be James, who he knows will treat Reggie right. (It also means Reg isn't dating that Crouch boy, which is a plus).

So we see Sirius masterminding James and Regulus into more and more compromising situations. But they're both so determined not to give anything away that it never works. The plans get more outlandish, but Reg and James just think they have awful luck hiding from Sirius, and Sirius thinks Reggie is just oblivious.

Cut to Remus, who knows everything, staring into the camera like he's on The Office. He has weekly bitch sessions with Lily to update her on the lack of process the three idiots have made. (In return, Lily rants about how Marlene and Dorcas still haven't realized that they don't hate each other, they just don't know how to process their very gay feelings for each other, so they won't get together, damnit).

[yeagerbitchh]

I like to think Dick would react like a crazy big brother when he found out about Jason and Roy getting together.

Like he'd feel so betrayed, how cold his best friend and his baby bro start dating and not even tell him for months? And oh god now he'd have to see them kiss? He could never get that image out of his head. He'd have to get used to seeing Roy at the family dinners and sure Jason looked happy but couldn't it be with literally anyone else? Didn't Roy know better than to go after his little baby brother? I mean seriously he's just a baby he is not ready to be a dad. How could he take care of Lian if he can't even take care of himself and-

And that's when it hits him, that technically Jason's her dad now, given the seriousness of the relationship and the fact that he did overhear the girl calling Jason Jaydad, so Dick is oficially her favourite uncle.

He is suddently very ok with their relationship.

[glendover]

by some weird coincidence Kavinsky and Adam were the first to experience brat summer

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

(Something something, various DC super families arguing abt stuff)

Billy: We’ll at least none of my found family dated eachother (targeted to Batfam)

Mary: (clears throat and holds up Freddy’s hand that she is holding)

Billy: (gag)

Clark:?? I don’t think any of my family dated with eachother?

Oliver: Didn’t Kon flirt with your mom?

Wally: Do we need to mention the thing you and Supergirl had going on back in the day?

Bruce: Or the horse—

Clark: Okay I get it!

Billy: (nopes out of the room to puke)

[ezkel]

Wolfstar + jegulus Au where prongsfoot met in uni and neither of them know who each other's boyfriends are (moonwater are best friends who both go to Oxford on scholarship) and they decide to do a double date to meet each other's boyfriends.

But both Regulus and Sirius are trans but haven’t seen each other in years and so they don’t know about each other. And whenever James or Remus says their boyfriends names neither of them realise, because that's not the name they knew their sibling by. 

Sirius still ran away when he was 16, Regulus ran away when he got his scholarship to Oxford, Walburga and Orion wanted him to go to Cambridge to Study law like Orion did but Regulus wanted to study english literature. 

So Regulus and Remus get to the cafe early and are just sitting there shittalking the faculty at Oxford. And James and Sirius walk in, five minutes late and both Sirius and Regulus immediately get the feeling they know each other. Once they're all sat at the table they are both subtly trying to scope each other out when Sirius says something about his ‘sister’ and Regulus immediately clocks it and they get into an argument. Remus and James are trying to figure out what happened and calm their boyfriends and their best friends. 

Anyway the double date ends up being Sirius and Regulus catching up and their respective boyfriends trying to recover from the whiplash. 

They do end up having another double date a few days after the initial one, this one goes slightly better. Of course after Regulus and Sirius have grilled their best friends for dating their brothers without telling them.

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Grief

Buckle down, this is a heavy one. I enjoy causing myself emotional pain, and this hurt/comfort fic is definitely it.

Featuring pre-relationship! Sylus and my OC Kit, regarding her past relationship with Caleb, her ex. Kit is NOT the MC (although Kiri, mentioned in this fic, is), but she is an assassin and Sylus's second in command. Ironically, this was established for me before I knew there were "assassin second in command" fics around.

Trigger warnings for this one: Grief, workplace abuse (not Onychinus, briefly mentioned in non-explicit detail), unintentional physical altercations, lack of eating due to grief. This is addressed and resolved in fic.

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The phone hits the floor, its screen shattering.

Kit is soon to follow, her knees giving out beneath her. She can hear Luke and Kieran speaking urgently to her, a voice on the other end of the call crackling out from the speaker, but it's all underwater. Muffled sound that should be words is nothing compared to the heart-rending cry that rips from her throat.

“No. No! Caleb!”

Kit doesn't leave her room for three days.

Later, she'll learn that no one thought to call her. The one who finally asked is River, part of the high school/university friend group who had witnessed the beginning and inevitable end of her relationship.

He's the one who broke the news.

Kit doesn't remember much from those three days. She doesn't eat, barely sleeps, and spends most of her time curled up in her lofted space in Onychinus's attic.

She's there when Sylus finally intervenes.

A hot cup of cocoa is put into her hands, its heat startling her enough to make her look up. Sylus's expression is inscrutable, and if she wasn't in shock, she'd have laughed at the way he's bent forward to avoid the low ceiling.

“Drink,” he says firmly. It's an order, not a request.

Kit’s lips touch the edge of the mug, the sweet aroma curling around her. Her mouth trembles, and her stomach twists. As if accepting bodily functions is a cruel smack against her grief.

A reminder that she is alive, and Caleb is not.

Sylus crouches in front of her. His gaze is steady as he waits. A single pale eyebrow raises in disapproval.

“Are you going to disobey?”

She tilts the mug, sweet chocolate coating her tongue, sugar forcing her back to reality.

Tears sting her eyes, and Kit begins to shake.

Sylus takes the mug. He sets it on a side table as she begins to lurch forward, drawing her into his arms.

He holds her tightly as she sobs, shattering apart once more.

At some point, her tears dry up, whether she wants them to or not. Sylus holds out a tissue, although she's not sure where he got the box.

“I got snot all over you,” are the first words out of her mouth.

Sylus snorts. “I know. That's what happens when you bottle things up, kitten.”

Kit closes her eyes tightly. “Not now,” she whispers. He hums a query, and she shakes her head. “I can't- not that one, Sylus.” She chokes up, unaware of the way his eyes widen at the first willing use of his name. “Cay- Caleb is the one who nicknamed me. When we were young. I told him I hated being called Camilla, and he told me that I reminded him more of a cat than a flower. He's the reason I started going by Kitty, and later…” she blew her nose, trying to fight off another wave of sobs. “And later, Kit. He called me Kitty-cat.”

A gentle hand grazes her cheekbone, brushing at the corner of her eye. She opens them to see Sylus’s expression. It's softer than she's ever seen it.

“Okay, sweetie,” he replies soothingly. “I won't use it.”

Kit leans into his touch, into the warmth of his palm, until he's cupping the side of her face. “Not forever,” she whispers. “I like it when you call me that. Just not right now.”

“He meant a lot to you,” Sylus says. It's a question as much as it is a statement, his hand staying in place where she needs it most. The point of contact feels grounding.

Kit nods. “My best friend, the Hunter who's recovering from the explosion, grew up with him like I did. The three of us were thick as thieves.” She laughs bitterly, staring out the attic window into the dark night.

“Everyone had their expectations, I suppose. They all expected Caleb and I would get together. Our feelings never really mattered, our families pushed us into it. His grandma and my father always seemed to have their heads together, as if they were planning our wedding.”

There's an odd flash of something on Sylus's face, something she can't quite discern. Still, he continues to listen. “Did you…have feelings, then?” He asks carefully.

She reaches over and takes the mug. It's lukewarm now, but she doesn't care. It gives her something to hold onto besides him.

“As I said,” Kit continues. “It never really mattered. Caleb and I were pushed together, like dolls in a dollhouse. We started dating in our first year of high school. It continued until…you know. When I was forced into this life.

I think Caleb knew that something was wrong, but by then we'd graduated, and our relationship began to crumble. My dad retired and fucked off on a trip round the globe, and without that constant parental pressure…” Kit sighs. “It was only right before he left for the academy that I realized I'd fallen in love with him somewhere along the way. I…never did learn if he felt the same way.”

“You can't be serious,” she'd said. Caleb sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I am. Sorry, Kitty-cat. I'll be staying at Grandma's until I leave for the academy. Her health’s declining, and Kiri has finals. Someone's got to watch over her.”

“But you don't want me there,” Kit says. She watches the line of his shoulders tense, his hand flexing against the leather handle.

Caleb doesn't look back. “No. I don't. I'll make up some excuse, tell her you're off doing important things.”

“Why?” She goes to move closer, wincing as her stitches pull. Her last job ended poorly, and she'd suffered quite the punishment as a result.

Thankfully, Caleb doesn't see her pain.

He sighs. “Because…she thinks that we're happy. It's her wish, you know. That you and I end up together.”

That hurts more than the cut on her side. “But you don't want us together. Is that it? Are you…” she hesitates, and pushes through. “Are you happy, Cay? With us?”

He reaches out for the door handle. “We'll talk about it when I get back.”

This time, she lunges forward, grabbing the back of his jacket. “When? When you get back from the Academy? Caleb!”

Finally, that gets a reaction out of him. He yanks away, and it sends her to the floor. Kit gasps sharply, black spots dancing across her vision.

Instantly, he whirls, crouching. Caleb’s expression is full of concern, torn between staying and going. “Shit, are you alright? I didn't mean- Camilla, I'm-” He reaches out, and she flinches. It's instinctual.

It's the first time she's ever seen him heartbroken.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'll leave.” Caleb rises to his feet.

“Caleb, wait-!” She reaches out, but the door’s already clicked shut behind him, and she hears his footsteps pounding down the outside stairs out of their apartment.

For a long time, she sits there. Her question rings over and over again in her head.

'“Are you happy, Caleb?”'

As the sun sets, the last beams of sunlight struggling through the blinds into the living room, Kit makes up her mind.

By the time night comes, all that remains in the apartment are memories left behind and a letter on his pillow, weighed down by a watch she'd intended to gift him for their anniversary, three days away.

Sylus's hands settle over hers on the mug, drawing her out of memories. “We all have regrets,” he says gently. “What's important is that you live on despite them.”

Kit frowns at that. “How cruel to say that to someone who's grieving.”

He squeezes her hands. “I'd rather be cruel than watch you waste away.” Sylus's tone is firm and reprimanding. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I know. But you have to eat. You have to drink. You have to take care of yourself, ki- sweetie. There are living people who care about you.” Sylus cups her face, making her look up at him. Their eyes meet.

Not for the first time, she feels her heart stutter at the intensity of his gaze, and a sharp pang of guilt accompanies it.

“If you can't find a reason to live without him,” he says, an odd bitterness to his voice, “then live because I forced you to. Make me the bad guy. Scream and fight against me, and hate me for it, as long as it gets you to keep going.”

“I could never hate you,” Kit whispers. Her lips tremble as she tries to hold back her tears. His expression is too open, too raw, as if he's showing her something she's not ready to see. She closes her eyes against it, pressing her face into his palms once more. “I just feel so guilty. Like the story of me and him has finished but someone ripped out pages, so I only got to read the very end.”

“Then write a new one with us,” Sylus replies. “That story’s ended, but it doesn't mean you have to. Don't let grief rot you. If he was anything good for you, he wouldn't have wanted that. And neither do I.”

“And neither do we!” The sound of the twins’ voices startles them both, and Kit looks over her shoulder over the edge of the loft. Luke and Kieran stand below, holding a tray of food. Steam rises up, and the accompanying smell makes her stomach growl loudly.

She blushes.

Sylus sighs exasperatedly. “This was supposed to be a private conversation,” he drawls.

“You were taking too long,” Luke throws back at him. “The food was going to get cold.” Kieran nods in agreement.

Kit and Sylus exchange glances, and he squeezes her cheeks until she squawks offendedly, batting his hands away. His eyes are warm, like melted cherry candy. “Come on, sweetie,” he says softly. “Let's eat.”

Kit looks at them all. Her Mischief and Mayhem, down below.

Sylus, her boss, who seems to always cut through her armor to reveal her tender heart.

She sighs in defeat.

“Alright. Let's eat.”

[avenin7]

some silly rito Link scribbles involving some headcanons of mine.

first that he is very much trans and because his natural coloring lacks his “masculine” marks, instead he paints them on. The first time Revali sees him without his marks painted on startles him so badly he accidentally makes Link think he’s transphobic for like a week. (it doesn’t help that Link would rather bury himself in the gerudo desert than allow Revali to explain himself)

secondly is the fact that Revali is very much an annoying teenage boy bird about his crush; Link wants nothing to do with it

{I’m reading a wonderful fic right now that is emphasizing Revali’s teen angst and man did it influence these drawings! give me cringe fail boy revali any day!!}

[sage-nebula]

I am this close 🤏 to taking the word "siblings" away from the Sonic fandom and putting it on a shelf. People here seriously use it as a shorthand for "any characters I don't ship that have a good relationship in canon." It's wild. Y'all are out of control.

Because let me tell you, I've had a (step-)brother for 28 years. And I have never once talked to him like this:

(He's the "prince." It's teasing bordering on flirting. And the other two aren't even borderline.)

This isn't a "they're canon dating" post, it's a "they don't interact like siblings" post. Sisters don't flirt with their brothers unless there's something messed up happening in that family. And Rouge, canonically, flirts with Shadow. Meaning that she definitely doesn't see him as a brother, and likewise, we have no reason to believe that, canonically, Shadow sees her as anything more than a friend.

Here are the confirmed sibling relationships in canon:

Sonic & Tails

Scratch & Grounder

Rough & Tumble

Shadow & Maria as of this month

Sonic & Sonia & Manic in Underground

Sally & Elias(? was that his name?)

Aside from some more obscure pairs in Archie or similar adaptations I may have missed, that's it! Everyone else? Friends. They're just friends. And you can say "I see them as just friends" and sound far less clownish than when you decide literally everyone, including characters who flirt with each other (or at least have one-way flirting like Shadow and Rouge), are "siblings."

Thank you and goodnight.

[leverage-ot3]

harry flirting with another man for a con: wait do I actually like this???

[elliemarchetti]

Offer and Permission

I really wanted to take part in this year's @elriel-month and what better way to do it than kick starting it with this alternative version of Azriel's Bonus Chapter?

Prompt: Hold Tight and Don't Make a Sound

Warnings: explicit language (the same kind you can find in canon material), no beta/proof reading

Words: 1468

Sleep, his shadows whispered in his ear, and even though he wished he could, he kept surveying the empty family room, presents and ribbons littering the furniture. Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike, too many wants and need left his skin overheated and pulling taunt across his bones, so he focused on other people’s lives, like those of Cassian and Nesta, who hadn’t reappeared downstairs after they left earlier in the night, though that came to no surprise. He was elated for his brother, he deserved this victory, and yet he couldn’t stop the envy growing and snarling and scratching like a beast in his chest. That’s why he remained by the dying light of the fire even when the silence weighted too heavily, hoping his body gave out for at least a couple hours instead of going to his bedroom; he couldn’t afford to get swallowed whole by the unwelcome feeling just as much as he couldn’t give in to the tempting scent of the girl he unwillingly found himself in love with, and whose soft steps were approaching the foyer. When he saw her, faelights gilding her unbound hair and making her glow like the sun at dawn, his breath got caught in his throat.

“I…” she started, then swallowed soundly, clutching a small gift in her hands. “I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier.”

Azriel knew it was a lie even without the assistance of his shadows. The truth was in the slight tightening of her face, in the fact she waited for everyone to be asleep before venturing back down, where she knew he waited patiently, and in the quickening of her breath as she closed the distance separating them.

The Shadowsinger tried not to look at his scarred fingers as they took the wrapped box, and fought really hard against a vicious smile that threatened to spread on his lips at the though she hadn’t bought anything for her mate but had gotten something for him two years in a row.

The card merely said, You might find these useful at the House these days, and behind the lid hid two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs he recognized as sound blockers.

“No wonder you didn’t want me to open it in front of everyone,” he chuckled, unable to suppress the impulse.

“Nesta wouldn’t appreciate the joke,” she replied, her mouth twitching into a smile.

“I wasn’t sure either if I should give you your present,” he added, the rest of the sentence left unspoken but so heavy he was sure she could hear his voice full of poorly hidden rage utter it in her mind. Because your mate is here, sleeping a level up, and he had been in the family room where I should have been while I needed to stay by the door the whole time because I couldn’t stand the scent of your bond.

Elain’s large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that, just as he knew she was well aware of why he so rarely came to family dinners these days. But tonight, in the dark and quiet, with no one to see, he could pull the small velvet box from the shadows around him and open it for her, he could savour how she sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound, always prone to vanish when she was around.

The golden necklace seemed ordinary, its chain unremarkable, the amulet – a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colours would become visible – tiny enough it could be dismissed as an everyday charm, still a thing of secret, lovely beauty.

“It’s perfect,” she murmured, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she softly asked if he could put it on her.

His head went quiet as she kneeled between his legs, and he imagined her in the same position, with her plump lips wrapped around his length, her head bobbing up and down, one of his hands in her hair and the other busy gripping a cushion, or the back of the sofa he was still so stupidly sat on, in a vain attempt to delay his release. Then she turned, exposing her back as she swept her hair up in one hand, so he could slide the necklace around her. With the intent of eliciting a shiver, a physical reaction so he could stop feeling guilty for having one, he brushed the side of her throat and let his touch linger at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch until his palm lay flatly against her long, creamy neck. It looked like he was choking her, and by the glint in her eyes, it seemed she liked the idea of him tightening his grip.

A sudden wave of panic rushed through Azriel. It had never gone this far. They’d exchanged looks, the occasional brush of fingers, but never blatant, unrestricted touching. It was wrong in every way, but he didn’t care, so he pulled her closer, until she got up from the floor and sat in his lap, the voluminous skirt of her dress draped over them like petals of a bluebell. His cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think, as his hand slid down to the delicate puff sleeve connected to her bodice, pulling it down as much as the fabric allowed, unveiling parts of her skin he had only dreamed of. He traced the round shape of the top of her breast with his thumb, and he prayed she was still innocent, unable to recognize what was insistently pressing between her legs.

“We can’t do this here,” he sighed, as he smelled the shift in both their scents. If Lucien found out, he had every right to defend their bond as he saw fit, including invoking the Blood Duel, an Autumn Court tradition, a battle to death so brutal it was only enacted in rare occasions. Despite being an outsider, Azriel had wanted to request it when he’d found Mor all those years ago. He had been ready to challenge both Beron and Eris and kill them both, only Mor’s right to claim their heads in vengeance keeping him from doing so.

“Then take me somewhere else,” she replied, and before Azriel could reason on how doing so will rip apart any fragile peace and alliances the Night Court had not only with Autumn but also with Spring, Jurian and Vassa, he winnowed the both of them away, straight to the bedroom of his private apartment at the town outskirts.

As she took her surroundings in, Elain bit her lower lip, and finally Azriel didn’t had to use every ounce of his restraint to keep from putting his own teeth were hers had just been. He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night, when his hand fisted his cock and even his shadows had gone to sleep, so finally kissing her had his eyes nearly roll in his head at the sweet taste. She was like honey, melting like a ripe peach as he cupped her face and held her so close her breasts pressed against his muscular chest. She was on her tiptoes, so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars, such terrible things it was a sacrilege for them to taint her with their presence. His tongue, however… He could have this, her coming in his mouth, all over his face. He would beg on his knees for a chance to taste her sex in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.

“Yes,” Elain breathed, like she read the decision in his movements. As if she had no weight, Azriel lifted her from the ground to place her on the large bed that dominated the room, her thick brown hair fanned out around her head and her dress lifted just enough to reveal the garter belt holding delicate white silk stockings in place. He felt like Death looming on a lovely fawn, but for once the sounds he wanted to elicit were of joy and to achieve that, to not have her face contort in pain as he entered her, he had to prepare her right.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

regulus: sirius, how does one confess to the person they are infatuated with?

sirius: you just go for it? just tell them i love you and if that doesn't do the trick, do something nice for them

regulus: okay thank you i'm going to do just that with your best friend now

sirius: what

regulus: what

[aboutnavi]

Gi and I were talking about how we hate that every fanfiction in the marauders fandom has the scene where Sirius finds out James and Regulus are dating and has the worst reaction ever, completely freaks out. In a burst of energy at the moment I wrote a very brief dialogue for Gi on twitter and here it is:

james, nervous: sirius we need to tell you something.

regulus, kinda over this whole thing: james and i are dating.

james, thinking he is close to death: REGULUS! that's not how you tell him, you have to slowly bring the news like slowly put his hands in the cold water not just toss his whole body in it!!!

regulus: i just ripped the band aid off!

sirius, watching all of this unbothered: i'm genuinely happy for both of you.

james, not listening to sirius: you ripped the band aid and reopened the wound and spat on his face...

regulus, also not listening: did you had a better idea?

sirius, still just watching the both of them with a silly smile on his face: my best friend and my brother, this is so cool 😃

james, almost screaming: YES I HAD A PLAN AND IT REQUIRED SLOWLY TELLING HIM HOW I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!

sirius: so cool, now we all can spend the holidays together :)

regulus, also almost screaming: YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT!

james, exasperated: I DID!!!!!!!

regulus: WHEN???

sirius: and i will be both godfather and uncle? AMAZING!

james: FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOU TOLD HIM WE WERE DATING.

sirius, leaving the room: i'm gonna tell remus...

regulus: WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE SPECIFIC THEN.

james, finally looking around: where is sirius?

the end.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I just went through a prosh/ip Dick stan's blog to block all the ops they'd rb'd of their ships since they had a default icon and people with them rarely post and they're were multiple with Wally,Jason AND even Slade but not a single one with Roy and i think that perfectly sums up my problem with how the DC fandom ships Dick

[hajihiko]

you read homestuck?? u seem like the type to have Opinions on dirk and/or dave /lh

Dirk was done fucking dirty by the narrative post-epilogue and I'm never gonna stop being angry about it

[sonknuxadow]

ngl sometimes when people give certain pairs of sonic characters this dynamic of one hating the other it really comes off as them just hating a certain character and projecting that onto the other not caring that its super out of character for them . does this make sense idk im really sleepy writing this

[swtsours-archived]

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