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A Hargreeves Christmas Carol | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader | Ch3

SUMMARY: Luther is the sort of idiot who goes around with a 'Merry Christmas' and a goofy smile on his lips. In your opinion, he should be roasted with his own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. Who better to teach you the error of your ways than Luther's brother, the man who holds the power of Christmases Past, Present, and Yet to Come in the palm of his hand? Info/Announcement Post << Read Chapter Two

Chapter Three (Rated T, 4.2k words)

The Second of the Three Spirits

“What’s up sweetie? You got a look on your face like a wet weekend.”

“It’s nothing, Grandma.”

She looked down at you in that sharp, purposeful way of hers, the rhinestone necklace she always wore catching the light

You were sitting at the corner booth, homework spread out across the table so she could keep an eye on you as she worked.

“Hey Maggie,” came a voice from the bar, “can I get a beer over here?”

“Hold on, Earl.” she shot back over her shoulder, bleach-blonde perm flicking from one shoulder to the other, “You could stand to wait for a beer now and again, seeing how often you buy ‘em.”

Earl grumbled something or other, but knew better than to push her buttons.

Decisively, she pulled out a chair across the table from you and sat down upon it.

“Spit it out, girlie. Time’s money, and we don’t wanna keep old Earl waiting.”

You looked up from your algebra and sighed.

“Mom was supposed to call today.”

“I see,” she said, a shadow passing over her face, “And she stood you up again, huh?”

You nodded.

She considered you for a second, and then called back over her shoulder.

“Hey, Earl?”

“Uh-huh?”

“How about a margarita on the house?”

“Yeah,” he said, surprised.

She turned back to you, eyes agleam and full of fun.

“I’m gonna teach you how to make one,” she said.

You looked at her questioningly.

“That’s right,” she said, “One day, all this is all gonna be yours, y’know, and I’m not getting any younger.”

She called back over her shoulder at Earl.

“Do I look like I’m getting any younger, Earl?”

“Yes ma’am, every day,” he said, dutifully, and she rolled her eyes at you before she continued.

“I’ll be damned if I leave this place to someone who can’t shake a decent marg.”

She held out a hand, twinkling at you, and you took it, grinning.

“Come on, darling,” she said, leading you to the bar with a fond squeeze of your hand, “I’m gonna teach you to make the best margarita in the state.”

If Christmas was your busiest time of year, then March was probably the slowest, and it was on one such Friday night that Five first came to your bar alone. Before that night, he’d only visited with Luther and his wife, Sloane. Each time, you covertly shot appreciative glances at one another across the room, looking away hastily if ever you happened to look at the same time.

When he ordered drinks, he’d usually hang around a little - taking a break from Luther and Sloane, he said - and the conversation always flowed well between you whenever you could catch a couple of minutes to exchange a word. He was quick, sardonic, and his cynicism appealed to your own.

Both brothers were handsome, but Five was handsome in a unique way. In his suits he was effortlessly sophisticated, the way he held himself commanding and authoritative; his face equally delicate and masculine. His presence never failed to stand head and shoulders above that of anyone else in the room, the subtle scent of cologne that followed him just serving to underline his quiet magnetism.

So, on the quiet night he entered alone, your heart didn’t quite skip a beat, but it maybe stuttered.

“Evening,” he said, eyeing the almost empty bar.

“What can I get you?” you asked, as he sat on a stool at the end of the bar.

Though neither of you knew it, it would be the stool at which Luther sat around nine months later, extolling the virtues of Christmas.

“I’ll have a margarita, if you please.”

He flashed you his lopsided smile, and you looked away quickly. He might be cute, but you weren’t going to put yourself in danger of dropping your panties for him. Men spelled nothing but trouble and distraction.

You took up one of the many shakers stacked against the wall and readied the tequila.

“Oh,” Five said, waving a hand, “I’ll have it blended, not shaken.”

“No you won’t,” you replied, shortly, measuring first the Patrón and then Cointreau into the shaker.

“So you’re particular about your margaritas?” Five said, removing his blazer and placing it carefully on the stool beside him, an eyebrow raised.

“No point in drinking it if you don’t make it properly.”

“Fair enough.”

Methodically, he unbuttoned his collar and each of his shirt cuffs, rolling the sleeves to his elbows, all the time watching you as added the lime juice and agave, pouring them in a confident stream through their bottle pours.

“You’re good at this,” he said, impressed, as you added a scoopful of ice.

“I should be,” you remarked, “I could make a margarita before I could drive a car.”

“Misspent youth?” he asked, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the bar.

Again, that maddening smile, intelligent eyes flashing with character.

“A bartender for a grandmother,” you corrected him, unable to help smiling yourself as you scooped ice into the shaker.

“Yeah?” he asked, “You followed in her footsteps?”

“Mmhm. This used to be her place, and she left it to me. It’s called Maggie’s after her.”

“So your youth was spent learning the ropes, huh?”

“Yup.”

As you started to shake the cocktail, you couldn’t help noticing him trying very hard to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest, shaking along with the margarita in the tank top you were wearing. The observation amused you, and you smirked, making Five chuckle involuntarily, and look down at his own fingers.

Your eyes followed his, to where one of his thumbs was rubbing slightly uncomfortably against a long forefinger. You had a weakness for hands and forearms, and Five’s were no doubt as appealing to you as your chest was to him. Veins, bone, and sinew formed sculptural lines on porcelain skin, adorned here and there by freckles and scarring.

When you were done shaking, Five apparently trusted himself to look up at you again, and you pulled your eyes off his arms long enough to pour salt onto a plate.

“No salt, thanks.”

“You’re trying the salt,” you said, in a tone that would tolerate no argument, “I’ll give you a half rim so you can drink from the other side if you don’t like it, but my margaritas have salt rims.”

“You’re the boss,” he said, hands held up in a gesture of surrender.

You looked up at him and allowed yourself to indulge just a little longer in this banter.

“You’re a quick learner.”

“I know my place,” Five said, with a cocky raise of his eyebrows.

He was fun to flirt with, that was hard to deny.

“Keep up that attitude and you’ll be my favorite customer in no time.”

“I think I’d like that,” he said, voice laced with a hint of husky enthusiasm. Then, to smooth over what he seemed to consider a faux pas, he made a self-deprecating gesture: “It would be a first. I find people are usually happier to see me leave than arrive.”

You couldn’t resist the opening this gave you:

“Perhaps they just enjoy watching you go.”

Five’s demeanor cracked, and he gave a rare genuine smile that showed his teeth.

When the drink was poured, you pushed it to him and held out your hand for the money.

“Best margarita in the state.”

He paid up, and as he reached out for the glass, you said:

“Try it with the salt first and tell me what you think.”

“Okay,” he said, though sounding skeptical.

Eyes on yours, he touched his lower lip to the salted side of the glass, and took a sip.

“Oh shit,” he said.

“Good?”

He nodded, looked at the glass and let out a small groan of pleasure.

“I’ll never drink a margarita without salt again.”

“And don’t have it blended,” you said, wagging a finger at him, “frozen margaritas are for bachelorette parties.”

He gave an ironic salute.

“Only shaken classic from now on unless I’m at a bachelorette party.”

The cute little salute suddenly made you feel the necessity of bowing out of this conversation. You were already finding him too charming, and you darted out from behind the bar to collect a few abandoned glasses from tables, wiping them down as you went and leaving Five to enjoy his drink.

You couldn’t avoid him forever, though, and when you retook your position behind the bar, you found yourself gravitating towards him like a moth to a flame.

You were only human, after all.

The next couple of hours passed in chat, you trying desperately to keep a lid on the flirtation, but finding it increasingly hard as his third margarita loosened his lips. He was witty, a sharp observer, and he told tales so tall that only Luther’s confirmation later let you believe them.

“And so,” he said, “I’m in a suspended quantum state, right? Except I got the calculations wrong when I was proving the upper bound for the number of limit cycles for planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. Dumb. So I go through the portal and boom. I’m thirteen again.”

You raised your eyebrows skeptically.

“You never notice how I look so much younger than Luther?” he pointed out, “I’m years behind and years in front.”

“I just thought you had really good moisturizer or something.”

“No,” he said, with an uncharacteristic giggle, “I’m an old-ass man.”

“You’re a drunk-ass man.”

“Maybe a little,” he said, sucking a little salt off the tip of his finger.

There were a couple of salt crystals on his chin, you noticed.

Without thinking, you took up a napkin, leaned over the bar and wiped them away. Your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth as you did so, and your breath caught softly at the warmth of his skin.

His eyes never left yours as you touched him. He was looking at you seriously, as if the answers to one of those incomprehensible math problems might be found in your eyes.

“What time do you finish tonight?” he asked.

You withdrew your hand quickly and checked your watch, trying to throw off the small moment.

“I close at half midnight.”

“And afterwards you’re -”

“Going to sleep.” you said.

And then, to throw a final bucket of cold water on any remaining ambitions:

“Alone.”

“Of course,” he said, getting the message as he swallowed the last dregs of his margarita, “Tiring work, right?”

“Tiring work,” you repeated.

You stumbled when the briefcase deposited you somewhere new, and Five let go of your sweater immediately.

You were in an ornate entrance hall with marble-tiled flooring and a sweeping, imposing staircase leading onto a gallery. Five threw his coat over the bannister and avoided your eye.

“We’re back,” he said, “There’s a phone beside the door. Use it to call yourself a cab if you want.”

“What?”

“I’m done,” he said, “come tomorrow or don’t, I don’t give a shit any more.”

“But -?”

Five disappeared with a whoosh and a hint of static electricity.

“- what about nuclear armageddon?” you called, hoping that he might hear you wherever he reappeared.

There was no answer, and you were left alone to cower alone in the intimidating foyer, the staircase towering above you.

There were quiet voices to your right, where archways leading off from the hall revealed a huge living room with another high gallery above.

Based on Five’s dumping of his coat, you concluded that this must be another part of the Umbrella Academy, and you suddenly felt even more awkward, standing alone and uninvited in their home on Christmas Eve.

Thankfully, not even Five’s angry voice seemed to have alerted the occupants of the living room to your presence, so you crept towards the front door, hoping to make a hasty exit.

“I wish she did come,” came a female voice, “I’d give her a piece of my mind to chew on and let her choke on it. Luther hasn’t been himself since.”

You felt your face heating up, pretty sure you already knew who Sloane was talking about. It was painful, embarrassing to overhear, and it made your stomach squirm with shame.

“Is she the one who owns Maggie’s?” said another woman’s voice, this one British-sounding.

“Mhm,” Sloane replied, sounding resentful.

“I did hear she’s a bit of a dragon-lady,” came the reply.

Someone made a noise signalling disagreement, but Sloane spoke over the voice:

“She’s a total nightmare Lila,” she seethed, sounding as if her feelings were just finding vent after holding them in for far too long, “Robbie - that’s the bartender - he’s been working there for years, but she micromanages him like crazy. She’s obsessed with profits: hovering over him to make sure he’s not using too many paper towels or whatever.”

You winced at this description of yourself. Micromanaging? Yes, you were conscious of wastage, but this was an exaggeration.

“Come on Sloane,” came a voice even more familiar than hers.

You stopped dead on your careful creep towards the front door and looked around. It was Five, holding a glass of wine and swinging his legs up onto a coffee table as he spoke.

“She’s just trying to keep the business going.” he continued, “It can’t be easy for an independent bar these days.”

“Of course you’d defend her.” Sloane replied, testily.

It started to dawn on you what you were seeing.

“Hey?” you said, loudly, walking into the room and towards Five, “Hey, Five?”

None of them acknowledged you and, when you advanced further, none of them looked up either.

“Hey?” you said again, reaching out a hand to a thin, curly-haired man wearing leather pants and a spectacular sequined blouse.

When you went to tap his shoulder, your hand went straight through it, confirming your suspicions beyond a doubt. You backed up into the entrance hall, just as Luther emerged from a nearby door and went to join the others in the living room.

“Five?” you yelled, trying to throw your voice to wherever he might be in this sprawling house, “You set the briefcase wrong! We’re still in a…” you cast your mind around for the description he used, “- read only visit!”

You waited a couple of seconds but found no answer forthcoming.

“Five!” you called again, “I think it’s Christmas day! We’re a day late!”

You stood at the foot of the stairs for a few moments and, when it became clear that Five either couldn’t hear or didn’t care about your repeated calls, you placed one foot on the stairs with half a mind to search for him, but more faint talk from the living room made you hesitate.

“You okay big man?” came the playful tone of the man in sequins.

“Of course I am,” Luther replied.

It didn’t sound like him. His voice was usually friendly and enthusiastic, but he sounded subdued.

Having already met the fate of the eavesdropper in overhearing unpleasant things about yourself, you figured that you didn’t have much to lose by exercising your curiosity further, so you moved back to one of the archways to watch the scene within.

The living room matched the entrance hall in length, though was somewhat narrower. The family were sitting in the centre of the room, immediately before a merrily crackling fire in the middle of the long wall. Above this was a portrait of a Five who looked closer in age to the one you’d just seen than the one in the room - although it was hard to tell given that it was adorned with a false mustache and a Santa hat.

Luther and Five were sitting in armchairs which had the air of having been purposely dragged nearer the couches from their place by a second mantle at the head of the room. That space was instead devoted to a twelve foot christmas tree, decorated with twinkling lights and a mess of decorations.

There were eight people in total, the other six spread across the two couches. On one was Sloane, the sequin clad man, and an unknown woman, at whose feet sat another short, brunette man, legs stretched out in front of him on the carpet; on the other couch was the British woman and a man who was clearly her partner, sitting with his arm around her.

The Five in the armchair was wearing what looked like the same suit pants, shirt and tie in which he’d appeared at your apartment, but with a nice knit sweater over it. It looked like good quality wool, and it reeked of a freshly opened Christmas gift. While he looked relaxed, he was also giving off vibes of one merely tolerating this situation.

Luther, on the other hand, was looking forlornly over at the Christmas tree. This did not go unnoticed by his wife, who watched him with concern.

“Let’s play a game!” she said, brightly, the tone clearly targeted to combat her husband’s low mood.

Five gave a small roll of his eyes as the others made general noises of assent.

“Charades!” the Lila said, immediately.

“Charades?” grumbled her partner.

“Shut up, Diego,” she scolded, slapping him on the arm.

So this was Diego. His face rang a faint bell as the child whose brother had kicked him.

“Yeah, shut up Diego,” said the man in sequins playfully, “charades is a classic.”

Perhaps it was the way he imitated Lila, but this made you recognize him too: this was Klaus, the one who kicked Diego while they watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.

“I like charades,” Luther said, childlike eagerness back in his voice, “let’s do teams!”

“Great!” Sloane said, looking relieved that her plan seemed to have been met with a good level of enthusiasm, “Four a side? One team comes up with the prompt and then one member of the other team has to act it out to the other three?”

“Sounds good,” Klaus said, positively bouncing at the prospect of what, to you, seemed a pretty horrible idea, “but split up the couples. None of that lovers’ telepathy.”

“Yeah, said Luther, looking over at the final couple, “Viktor, how about you go with Sloane, Deigo, and Five. And Annabelle, do you wanna go with me, Lila and Klaus?”

Viktor looked searchingly up at Annabelle, checking her comfort level, but found her looking more than happy to oblige.

“No,” said Five, “I’m not playing.”

“You’ve gotta play,” Diego said, or you’ll mess up the teams.

“I thought you hated charades? If you sit out too it can be three on three.”

“I don’t hate charades,” Diego said, “And I think our team has a pretty good shot of winning this thing.”

“Whatever,” Lila snorted, “we’re gonna wipe the floor with you.”

“Come on, Five,” wheedled Klaus. “It won’t take long.”

“I don’t care,” Five said, deliberately, “I will not be playing.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel like playing the world’s worst game and making an idiot out of myself.”

“It’s Christmas,” Luther said, “you gotta make an idiot out of yourself. Come on man, the teams!”

Five betrayed a flicker of irritation.

“I don’t give a shit if it’s Christmas, Diwali, or Yom Kippur, I would rather stick my balls in a blender.”

“Don’t tempt me,” mumbled Diego.

“Come on Five,” Luther replied, that forlorn look coming back to his face, “let me get you a nice scotch. This is supposed to be what Christmas is all about: sharing time with family doing silly stuff.”

Five looked back at him scornfully.

“Then Christmas is shit.”

“Five,” Viktor said, giving him a pointed look that seemed to signal Annabelle, “can we try to get along please?”

“I’m not the one making it hard to get along,” Five said, with a false smile which did little to hide the fact he was speaking through gritted teeth, “It’s Luther here trying to turn everyone into Kris fucking Kringle who’s causing the problem.”

“Here we go again,” said Sloane, apparently reaching the end of her tether, “we get it, you want to get in her pants. It doesn’t mean you have to defend her honor.”

“Fuck you,” Five retorted.

Lila began to snigger, Klaus giggled, and Viktor shot a pained, apologetic look to Annabelle.

“Apologize,” Luther said to Five, angrily, springing to his feet.

Five just scoffed and shook his head.

“Apologize to Sloane!” Luther repeated, lunging towards Five and grabbing the front of his sweater with one hand.

Five vanished from Luther’s grip and appeared a short distance away, his hands determinedly in his pockets and chin jutted defiantly towards his brother.

“Guys, stop it!” Viktor cried, angry and upset.

“Ooh, it’s kicking off!” said Lila, catching the eye of Viktor’s horrified girlfriend and giving her a wink.

“I’m sick of this, Five!” Luther shouted, “Why do you gotta push everyone away? Can’t you just share this with us!? I’ve been up since five am cooking to try and make a nice day for everyone, and you can’t play one game of charades? Christmas is about everyone pitching in to make everyone else’s day a-”

But Five interrupted him in a sharp, incredulous tone:

“Oh, spare me the heartwarming speech! You’re never going to get the whole world to follow your Christmas regime! Based on what you told me, I thought you would have learned that at Maggie’s yesterday!”

At this, Luther looked a lot like the little boy who, so long ago, lashed out against Five after getting hit in the eye: hurt driving his turmoil.

“I invited her mostly for you!” Luther stormed, “I was trying to give you an opportunity to see each other outside of that bar! I’ve seen the way you look at her, how you spend fifteen minutes at a time ordering drinks, how long you spend doing your hair before we go! You’re so in love with her, it’s pathetic to watch!”

You blinked, taken aback. Mouth agape, your head swivelled to Five as if you were watching a tennis match.

He was bright red, mouth twitching, and clearly boiling with rage.

“I never asked you to stick your nose into my love life!” he yelled.

It wasn’t a denial, and it felt like your stomach dropped from your body in realizing it. You didn’t have time to reel, however, because now Sloane was on her feet too, almost as angry as Five himself was.

“You have to actually HAVE a love life before you can get pissed off about him sticking his nose in it,” she snapped, as she crossed the room to Luther’s side. “And, for what it’s worth, you and she are well matched. You’re both rude, selfish and shitty to the people around you!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have come!” Viktor yelled, leaping to his feet and holding out a hand to Annabelle, abruptly enraged, “you guys are a fucking MESS!”

As his voice reached its angriest pitch, an almost invisible wave shot upwards and outwards through the air with Viktor at its epicenter. It hit the plaster of the ceiling with a deafening crack, making everyone flinch and look up in fear.

When, after a second or two, it became clear the ceiling wasn’t about to fall in. Viktor spoke again.

“Let’s go Annabelle.”

Wordlessly, she took his hand and let herself be marched towards the door.

At that moment, two things happened:

Five blinked into wild-eyed existence beside the version of him in the sweater, briefcase swinging in his grip, and Klaus broke into sarcastic song:

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

The newly appeared Five took one look around the room, confirming to himself that his worst surmises were true, and then looked at you, jaw clenched and eyes wide.

“I didn’t - I thought the briefcase was set to take us back. I was angry, I used the wrong settings! I didn’t mean you to see this!”

The bustle continued behind him as you stood there, burning with consternation at everything you’d just seen and heard.

Luther and Sloane followed Viktor and Annabelle out of the door, ignoring Diego’s calls for them to stay

“Great job, Five.” Diego said, as the front door slammed shut again and Klaus warbled:

“It’s the ha-happiest season of aaall!”

The sweater-clad Five dematerialized, presumably to go sulk in his room.

“Just ignore them,” your Five said, putting himself in between you and the scene as if he might somehow take back what you’d heard by blocking it from your view, “they don’t know what they’re talking about, Luther and Sloane were just fucking with me, I don’t…”

But the words seemed to fail him and, with the line between his brows so deep you could probably stick a penny in there, he looked down at the briefcase and started to move the dials.

When you finally spoke, you didn’t say any of the things he expected you to say:

“When did you find out about nuclear armageddon?”

There was a flinty tone to your voice, and Five didn’t like it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, carefully.

“How did you find out about it?”

“That’s not important, he said, messing with the controls, “and I need silence to make sure I do this correctly.”

“Take me to the future,” you demanded.

“No,” he said, shortly, “you’re going home.”

“Take me to the future!” you shrieked, a slightly crazed tone in your voice, “show me this fucking apocalypse!”

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The Second of the Three Spirits or Scrooge's Third Visitor (left) and Ignorance and Want (right) Both by John Leech, 1843 in Dickens's A Christmas Carol, first edition (1843).

Dickens' A Christmas Carol full text available here.

Read it! It's a much better than this, and you can see how many lines I stole verbatim or clumsily referenced.

Dividers used in this series by @bernardsbendystraws (garland) and @strangergraphics (lights)

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obsessive-evie · 10 months ago

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GF KATE HEADCANONS

go thank @iminlovewithpaigebueckers, i also completely stole the formatting from her. ty twin

gf!kate def overheard you say/like a post that said hey mamas or mama, so she waits until she has you a little cocky to call you mamas just to see what happens it becomes her new addiction, especially lil mamas

gf!kate is a little shit

gf!kate sends you little facebook mom selfies whenever she travels

^^and/or vlogs and recaps when you guys can’t ft

gf!kate will learn your whole skincare routine just in case you need her to do it when you’re drunk

gf!kate appreciates feminine things and girly things: “i like that little sparkle, the white glitter it’s pretty,” while pointing to your inner corner highlight.

“you smell good,” when she catches you in passing or just when you’ve finished getting ready.

will sit on your bed helping you choose outfits… and will also cover her eyes when you get changed, all panicked just in case you don’t wanna be seen. doesn’t matter if you tell her it’s fine (she’s literally seen every inch of your skin) she’s sitting there with her hands over her eyes no peeking (maybe a single peek)

gf!kate will actually respect if you wanna pay or dress more masculine, she gets it. no stereotypes here!!

gf!kate will braid or curl your hair just to show her love and stare at you

^^^ for my textured hair girlies this includes how to do your edges!!! what products she needs to use on you!! how much!!!!

gf!kate is very white. gf kate will not understand certain slang or terms until you explain it to her. gf kate gets excited when she uses said slang correctly

gf!kate would make an attempt to read your favorite book when she’s traveling (i said attempt idk if she’s finish it i don’t know if she’s a reader or not) in my head she is simply bc i read a book a day and i make the rules here

gf!kate will also try your music taste!!

gf!kate loves buying her girl lingerie. she doesn’t give a FUCK abt prices or if you’re nervy. kinda goes with the femininity thing, she’d like to see you in lacey things and pretty colors and such

gf!kate is the biggest hype woman, genuinely thinks you are perfect (BUT IS STILL A WOMAN AND WILL UNDERSTAND HORMONES AND INSECURITIES)

gf!kate is a fan of traditional things: flowers, treating her girl to date nights she plans, she’s always driving, lowkey would ask your parent/parent figure/ important person in your life to marry you, not in a possessive way but in the way that she thinks it’s polite and necessary

gf!kate loves visiting her girls family, and they love her, no matter how crazy they are

gf!kate can fixate on your boobs or thighs or hips and just lay and kiss for forever they’re her fav place to nap, and let’s be real my girls napping a lot

gf!kate likes to hover and stare and just watch you do your thing in your habitat (you call her national geographic for a reason)

NSFW

gf kate lovesssss to give head, she just loves making you feel good and making you squirm, she also loves hearing you get loud, won’t ask you to be loud tho. but she’ll never tell you to not cover your mouth if you try to cover it, she just takes it as you trying to stay comfortable

gf kate will braid your hair before fucking you so she has something to pull 🫣

gf kate tries really hard to stay more controlling when she’s topping but she still gets shy sometimes and is also dying (she’s so turned on she can barely think)

gf kate is kind of afraid to be mean to you, she just feels too bad

gf kate will never proposition sex, she might hint at it or have that look in her eye, but she’d rather sit and be horny than ask you when you don’t want to

gf kate would go so far as to get herself off in the bathroom or shower just so she doesn’t bother you if she knows you’re not in the mood or on your period

gf kate gets worked up fast but tries to take it slower to make her girl feel good

gf kate likes phone calls and guided/mutual masterbation

gf kate takes a whilleeeeee to stop being shy when you top, specifically when you go down on her she’s so nervous and can’t look at you (go check out my fic if you like this one)

gf kate cannot handle it when you kiss her neck, like at all. especially when she’s fucking you if you kiss her neck she’d get all breathy and try to pretend like she doesn’t keep stalling and pausing her thrusts

gf kate also cannot handle it when you bite or kiss her shoulders, arms, and back. like that’s the way to get her to melt

gf kate will eat her girl out to hozier, fuck her girl to hozier, and let her girl fuck her to hozier

gf kate is adorable

#kate martin #kate martin my beloved #kate martin headcanons #i forgot to post this like a week ago #don’t hate me i don’t have a brain okay #twin !!!#100% stole her layouts #stole the last one as well #wcbb #active era!!

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quarterlifekitty · 15 days ago

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This might be random, but I love seeing COD have such a fun and girly fandom.

For years, it's been this macho game for macho boys. Like the player base was always gross and toxic and misogynistic. And as a nerdy gamer girl back in my tween/teen years, I was always at the end of that.

So having girls come in and take over and take this ultra serious macho thing and make it fun? Make it silly and goofy and soft? Take these huge macho men and call them our husbands and edit them with bows on to techno beats? It's so healing man.

Okay, so I wanna start by saying this is not a personal attack, I’m not trying to be mean, just something I wanna give a little statement/rant about.

Firstly, I have been in a similar boat much of my life. I have always been a nerd girl and have struggled with the atmosphere created by male fans. Obviously the worst of the worst is in online games. In most games I keep voice chat and text chat off at all times for online play. It’s a toxic environment.

But I think referring to what’s happened to the COD fandom as being a girl thing is reductive. In my little corner of this website, a lot of very prominent writers are not women and/or not gender conforming. In many fandoms I’ve been in during my adult years, trans men in particular have been a huge driving force— especially in writing fanfic.

(I’ve also seen a lot of COD art that looks Tom of Finland as fuck… we cannot appreciate the modern art of the male body without giving some respect to those who laid the foundation! Many of the kinks and subcultures that I and many others associate with COD owe much of their prominence to gay men. Bikers, leather, pup play, piss, and so many more have a rich history in cruising!)

Struggling with toxic masculinity in fan spaces is not something suffered only by girl nerds. Like in most places in society, the issue is intersectional. It’s not just a space where women have been excluded, but where LGBT people, POC, neurodivergent people, and so many more are excluded.

Also, while I do not take issue with how anyone else chooses to engage in the fandom— I personally try my best to remember that at its core, COD is military propaganda. So even if we were to say “COD is for the girlies” or some such, I would not call that a “win” for women. It’s a very “do you think Margaret thatcher effectively utilized girl power” type of thing.

#not writing #bit of a rant sorry

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dazealigner · 1 year ago

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also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

#julien baker #julien baker fluff #julien baker x reader #boygenius #boygenius x reader

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weneeya · 7 months ago

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Hi! First, I wanna say I hope you're doing well! Second, I love your writing, I've only just found your blog recently, but you've very quickly become one of my favorite writers on tumblr 🥰. Last thing, if you're okay with it, I was wondering if I could make a request for a Gajeel x reader where the reader and Gajeel have been together for a couple years, and has a more muscular build than quite a few of the other women in Fairy Tail, her strength rivals Erza's because of the training she's done for herself. As much as she loves being as strong as she is thanks to all her hard work, she still gets insecure about how she looks believing she has too much of a masculine type of build, and Gajeel takes it upon himself to show her how much he loves her as she is. It could be headcannons of different ways he shows her, or a oneshot, however you wanna do it. Thank youuu, hope your day goes well!!!

stronger than me w/ gajeel m.list | rules

note. omg i'm sorry i took a bit long to do your request but i loved the idea so much that i wanted to do it perfectly!! thank you for your words, it's making me sooo happy <3 i hope i've been able to do what you expected from me :)

he always thought he would love someone to protect, someone so much weaker

until he met you

you’re strong, one of the strongest even ; with your magic but also physically

your arms? your thighs? lord he would give everything to get crushed by them

you love being strong, he knows it

but he also knows that it’s making insecure sometimes, because you’re not all shy and small and girly

he’s bad at showing how much he loves and adores you, but he’s doing his best

always asking you to come with him when he’s doing a quest ; alone or not, it doesn’t matter, he always want you to come

asks you to train with him and Lily, saying you could learn a thing or two from each other

it happened one time, but he came on the guild’s stage to sing for you : most embarrassing thing he ever done, but also probably the most adorable one

fighting with the boys about who have the best girlfriend ; always ends up with no winner because they’re fighting

you feel a bit stupid for even doubting how much he could love you, but it’s never bad to get a reminder

but he’s always sure he’s not doing enough

Gajeel was sitting at the bar of the guild, head resting against the counter as he seemed completely depressed. Mirajane looked at him, tilting his head to the side. It was unusual to see him like that, because he was the type to never give up.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, and a long sigh left the dragon slayer’s lips. “y/n is not feeling well, I heard her talking with Levy the other day. She thinks she’s too masculine, but I don’t know how to show her she’s perfect.” A smile appeared on the girl’s lips, and she crossed her arms.

“Did you try telling her? Like you’re doing right now?” Gajeel sat up straight almost immediately, a blush rushing across his face. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!” It was almost like Mirajane asked him to do the most difficult thing ever. She laughed slightly, and Gajeel looked away with a pout.

“Nothing would be clearer than your words themselves,” she said, and he knew she was right. He took a deep breath before standing up and leaving in a hurry. You weren’t in the guild, neither was Lily ; so he knew exactly where you were. In a few minutes, he was at the spot where you were training with Lily.

He cleared his throat loudly, making both of you stop. You looked at him, a bit surprised to see your boyfriend here. You stepped closer, an eyebrow raised. “Is everything okay?” You asked, and Gajeel took a deep breath.

“You’re perfect as you are,” he started, and you blinked a few times, not understanding what was happening. You were about to say something, but he stopped you. It was difficult enough without you intervening.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself, especially how you look. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I adore every inch of you. I don’t care if you’re not all small and fragile ; I love you for how you are and I love everything about it.” He was almost out of breath.

You stayed silent for a few moments, because you didn’t expect any of this to happen. You noticed how he was trying to make an effort recently, but you never thought he would come to you to say it like this to your face. Slowly, a smile appeared on your lips. You cupped his face between yours hands, leaving a small kiss against his lips.

“Thank you Gajeel. I appreciate it, I really do,” you said, and a smile appeared on his own lips right after your words. That was all he wanted to see. You were the prettiest when you were smiling, and nothing should make you doubt this.

thank you!!

#gajeel redfox #fairy tail gajeel #ft gajeel #gajeel x reader #gajeel headcanons #gajeel hcs #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail hcs #ft #ft x reader #ft headcanons #ft hcs

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badn3w · 1 year ago

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I have so many ideas for how they could implement Mac's sexuality into storylines seeing as we haven't really seen him with any sort of partner/ how he interacts with men romantically.

I think it'd be interesting to see Mac start to date a guy that Mac really wants to like, but the guy just isn't as badass as Mac. Mac's new boyfriend likes going on dates to Color Me Mine and wine tasting and Mac finds these types of dates painfully boring. He feels like his masculinity is being stripped away from him by going on such "girly" dates, but he really likes the guy so he continues on with it. Mac would have this whole struggle throughout the episode, worrying his sexuality is causing him to go soft, and he doesn’t wanna be any less of a badass just because he’s gay.

(Obviously, it’s stupid to stereotype his boyfriend as being non-masculine for wanting to go on dates that aren’t fueled by testosterone, which is sort of the whole commentary of the episode.)

Mac gets tickets for him and his boyfriend to go to a monster truck rally as it's something Mac actually wants to do and he hopes his boyfriend would try doing something Mac likes for once, but his boyfriend declines, saying that kind of stuff just isn't fun to him. Mac loses his temper and goes off about how he's been doing stuff he doesn't think is fun this entire time.

The pair end up breaking up because neither is willing to try new things for the other, which results in Mac coming home sullenly. When Mac comes through the door, Dennis asks why he looks so glum. Mac doesn't mention the breakup, but he does mention he has an extra ticket to the monster truck rally. Dennis excitedly asks, unprompted, if he can come to the rally with Mac. Mac just smiles.

#iasip #always sunny #its always sunny #sunnyblr #its always sunny in philadelphia #macdennis #macden #dennis reynolds #mac macdonald #heacanons #i am normal about this show i swear

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weebsinstash · 11 months ago

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I’m not seeing enough love for our douchebag loser Adam 😢 like this man is the original dick 😂

No but really I love/Hate him. Like he is such a bully and a loser, I wanna punch him just as much as I want him to degrade me. Like I saw a bit of art on TikTok earlier where under his robe he was like lithe kind of like Lucifer and was like damnnnn

But just imagine your a newly ascended soul, you somehow made it to Heaven, and he’s like instantly into you. And you’re all blush and such because shit this is Adam, this is the first man, and he’s kinda charming if you squint and look sideways. But then the glamour fades after a while and you like kind of ghost him? And he’s like what the fuck? But you’ve had plenty of practice at avoiding asshole exes when you were alive so hiding from this asshole isn’t too hard, it’s easy to get lost in Heaven, but damn if he doesn’t like it when you play hard to get.

Girlie when I say I fuckin GOTCHU

I can definitely finish up that post and publish it so I'm not discussing the same exact ideas twice but, ugh god yes he would definitely be one of those "you're playing hard to get" guys who can't take a fucking hint, like literally cannot conceptualize that he's being an off-putting rude invasive creep and is just either completely unaware or in complete denial of your obvious massive dislike of him

Ok like. You know how it was a joke in Helluva Boss that there are no HR departments in Hell because it's Hell. What if the other side of that coin is.... Heaven ALSO doesn't have HR departments "because we're all so happy and get along, we don't need them!"

You go to an angel implying that ADAM THE FIRST MAN is being inappropriate with you and they'd either completely brush you off and act like his behavior is totally acceptable (because they're so used to it) or they straight up don't believe you. You go to SERA and she'd knowingly and intetionally fucking GASLIGHT YOU that you must be misinterpreting his intentions (you arent) and that Adam would neeEeever hurt anyone or force himself onto you (he would). Like, Sera? THAT bitch? She would hand you over to Adam just to get him to stop acting so fucking rowdy if she mildly THOUGHT it would help him do his duties better

Just hope that this guy doesn't have any weird abusive complexes about making partners obey because of his wives leaving him which definitely 😉 isn't a real possibility 😉 he Definitely wouldn't consider hiding you away because that way no one else can steal you away or poison your mind or convince you to leave him, and, well, if you start acting out, well.... HE'S the man in this relationship! He's allowed to just, make the decision of what to do with you since that's basically what he was CREATED FOR, right? To be the provider, the hunter, the gatherer?

So you won't be subservient to him? Well, that fuckin sucks ass, but he can work with that! Obviously as a REAL MAN he can find solutions for anything! ... and his solutions totally don't just boil down to isolating you somewhere like a little kid with a toy who is refusing to share.... totally not... that wouldn't be very masculine at all... totally not radical...

#yandere hellaverse #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

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spiceofvy · 1 year ago

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Headcannons for BTS and a masc female s/o who wants to try pegging? I don’t see much rep for masc girlies in the fandom :>

BTS - Masc Girlfriend pegging them

a/n: you're right there is definetly not love for my masc girlies in the kpop fandom! some i'm super hyped to deliver that! also the pegging was a really fun idea and i want to write much more of that

cws: masc female!reader, nsfw with some sfw sprinkled in, reader is referred to as girlfriend, top!reader

Seokjin: Falling for you was a bit of a surprise for him, he always thought he liked feminine people more but he fell for you. Hard and fast. And he thoroughly enjoys every second of it. And in bed, this spoiled prince likes you doing all the work for him in bed, fold him in half fuck him in mating press, and ask him to say thank you. He will.

Yoongi: This man is very much gender-neutral when it comes to dating. He doesn't care about your presentation but it's your character he is very much attracted to. When you peg him it depends on how tired he is if he prefers riding you or if he just wants to lean back and have you fuck him into the mattress.

Hoseok: He will steal your clothes if they are baggy enough. And he thoroughly enjoys how no one would guess that he is wearing his girlfriend's clothes. Totally down for pegging. Actually more excited than you are. He wants to try everything at least once. Prefers to do it doggy, so he can move towards you, adjusting the angle and the speed that you are fucking him in.

Namjoon: My man is down bad. He loves people without thinking about gender roles. Wear that suit if you want, he will tell you that you look better than him. And he also really likes pegging, especially if he's laying below you. There is something about not being in control and being the one receiving the pleasure without having to do much that does a lot for him.

Jimin: Likes to dress you up. You can match perfectly! So happy that you look so good together. In bed, he turns into an absolute starfish when it comes to you pegging him. He will not move a finger. But he will be so pretty writhing on the bed lost in pleasure.

Taehyung: He is very much neutral on you being more masculine, he just doesn't care about it like that. But he still loves you with every fiber of his being and will fight anyone who is rude to you. Prefers riding you, likes looking at you under him while the two of you experience pleasure. Will totally hold on to your boobs.

Jungkook: He's such a puppy for you. He thinks you are the coolest person ever. And he will brag about you to everyone! When it comes to pegging he definitely also prefers to ride you, so he can still get his energy out of his system. He loves it a ton, and if you really wanna shock him, push him onto his back and make him take it at your pace.

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wolfertinger · 24 days ago

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i'm not gonna question how trans salem is because that's none of my business and everyone experiences it differently but something that bothers me a lot in his art is that he only draws transmascs who have big tiddies and ass or transfems who do have a fem body but have a visible bulge for some reason??? if you wanna focus on trans furry art which i would love more of where are the nonbinary furries with big tits? transfems who haven't gotten hrt yet? post-op trans men?? nonbinary furries in general? trans inclusive my ass

his trans experience, is very collored by his bad attitude. he refuses to think why someone, seeing a person who is:

very fem. with visible breasts. no bulge. an hour glass figure. no body hair. no facial hair. a high voice. a bikini. and a very feminine style and behavior.

would confuse said person, for a girl. i am sorry salem. but you are choosing to be, a extremely gnc trans person. you can not be angry, when people see a feminine person, and think they are female. the point of men being feminine, is to emulate women. men with long hair do not cry about being called a woman, by accident, they think it is funny. their existence, does not depend on others perception of them. because they know they are men. because they know it is an accident. you choose to look and act as feminine as possible. and revel in being girly. that is fine. but then apparently, cry when people call you a girl, or tell you they do not see you perform masculinity, at all. why does that upset you. is that not why you are a gnc boy. or is it because you refuse to look deeper, in yourself.

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porcelainpistol · 5 months ago

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hey! you're super cool and i wanna know: how to find cool scene clothes and where to look :3 im in the uk and a beginner in scenemo style (i listen to the music too :3)

aw, thank you honey!

my number one suggestion is thrift/charity shops! you can find genuine pieces from back in the day, and more modern pieces for cheaper than brand new. it's ecologically sustainable by keeping less clothes out of landfills, which is super punk. you can also find a lot of accessories this way as well

i think it can also depend on your sub-style. are you a layered cami with a ton of chunky necklaces and skirt layer over leggings scemo? a band tee and shutter shades scene kid? a hoodie and skinny jeans emo? a kandi crazed scenecore raver? all of the above? you can find a lot of basic pieces (solid colored tops, jeans, hoodies) for any sub-style thrifted! it doesn't have to be things with prints or patterns!

of course, for really niche things, pickings are a bit more slim. but the good news is a lot of mascots, media, and bands that are popular in the scene have either stayed relevant, or have had a comeback! so it is possible to find things like hello kitty and some band merch thrifted. (a lot of cute mascot and "girly" stuff ends up in womens/teen girls sections, and a lot of band merch and "masculine" stuff ends up in mens/teen boys sections. i also find patterns like leopard, star, and skull prints can end up in either section)

i wouldn't say there's a "technique" to shopping, but by color/pattern for some pieces like tank tops i find works. by cut for dresses, such as if it flares in a tutu-like manner if you vibe with that for example. i often just look at all the tshirts because you never know what can be screenprinted on them unless you look!

there's also the resale market, like depop and ebay. i find those are hit and miss because oftentimes they inflate prices, especially for really sought after brands (tripp fairy shirts or bondage pants as an example.) i also find it less appealing that there's no fitting room to try things on in, and often you have to pay shipping. i personally recommend it most if you have a very specific thing you're trying to find, or for accessories since they're pretty much one-size-fits-all or hard to get one that won't fit, like belts

if you can't find things thrifted, a lot of brands still sell merch new for reasonable enough prices, and a lot of them sell to different retailers. i'm in the us so i'm not as familiar with uk retailers unfortunately, but i know a lot of brands and retailers also ship internationally

truffleshuffle is a retailer i've ordered from in the past based out of the uk, and i believe they carry some brands that i even wore back in the day, such as loungefly

for other accessories, this may sound ridiculous, but sometimes childrens' sections may have things, like cute bows in a girls section, or hats in a boys section. for some jewelry, plastic and gaudy is popular in scemo style, so fake plastic jewelry in cute colors could work! that's also a section to look for things like cartoon merch, if there's anything you can find in your size

you could also franken-style, say if you find a shirt that's too small but has a print you like; you could cut it out, and sew it onto another shirt, maybe jazz it up with studs or safety pins? sewing bows and applying studs to pieces is a way to make basic pieces more scemo too

i hope any of this was helpful ;w;

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pluto-supremacy · 9 months ago

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Well firstly hello, i really like your writing it's amazing i have a request so it goes like this

Any Marauders or poly (whatever you are comfortable with) x ftm reader idk maybe coming out to them the fluff kinda hurt/comfort i really wanna see how tou would write them anything is okay with me thanks

Poly Marauders Fic: Our Tweety

➼ First thank you! I wasn't sure which marauders you wanted included, so I went with all four of them! Tbh now I feel like I need to make headcanons for each of the marauders, so if you guys want that lmk! I also went more of a fluff route than hurt/comfort, I hope that's okay!

➼ All the marauders are dating each other already but not the reader

➼ Just as a general aside: there is no one right way to dress, act, or feel as a trans person. In this fic the reader is described as a bit more as a 'stereotypical' trans person, just to try and make it easier to relate to. By no means do you need to have short hair, dress masculine, dislike certain parts of your body, etc., to be trans. All that matters is how you personally identify, how you feel in your own skin.

➼ No beta we die like Regulus

➼ Warnings: None! This turned out a lot longer than I first anticipated though-

Fanart is not mine! Credit goes to @upthehillart, go show her some love!

It was Saturday, a day that should have been restful. Instead James was banging pots and pans he got from Merlin-knows-where bright and early in the boy's dormitory. "Up and at-em! Quidditch practice! Wake up!" he rang out, a chorus of groans answering back as well as a pillow being chucked in his general direction. It landed on the floor in front of James, not doing any damage. Unfortunately. "Are you trying to wake the dead?" Remus groaned, pulling the covers up over his and Sirius' head. They had slept together last night while Peter had crawled into James' bed. Really what they needed to do was push their beds all together so that they wouldn't be crammed between two beds. Plus Peter squirmed a lot in his sleep so he'd stop falling off the bed in the middle of the night. Even if it was funny when that happened.

You were spared from the chaos in the boy's dormitory, the girl's dormitory was still nice and quiet. Everyone still asleep bar from you. Recently you had been reflecting a myriad of things. One being the fact that you liked four different guys at once. Four guys that were all dating each other. Well, four people technically, Sirius was genderfluid, though last time you asked he was currently going by he/they. Which was another thing. Sirius came out a few months ago and since then you had been thinking. He described it as never feeling always like a guy, sometimes he felt more feminine. Othertimes he felt, as he described it, 'in between', or that he didn't care, or neither. You didn't really think that was possible before.

Of course everyone in Gryffindor Tower was supportive. Or everyone for the most part, including you. Lily had made Sirius little bracelets with pronouns he could wear if he wanted, his boyfriends were of course happy that Sirius was comfortable enough to reveal that to them. All of that helped you come to the realization that you never really felt like a girl. You didn't like how your hair looked when it got super long, you wore baggier clothes to try and hide your chest, swapped out the usual uniform skirt for trousers, and showers? Those were hard. You hated looking down at your body most of the time and tried to get out of there as soon as possible. Sure every now and then you may have wanted to wear a dress or skirt, or something considered 'girly', but that didn't mean that you felt like a girl when wearing those things.

It was scary and confusing, trying to figure it out. Perhaps if you had talked it out with someone the realization would've came sooner or easier. Either way you ended up at the same conclusion. You were a guy, a man, a wizard. Not a girl, a woman, or a witch. It was almost freeing to figure that out. Or at least it would be if fear wasn't consuming the forefront of your mind.

That's why you were up so early while your classmates slept around you. You were trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to tell people, maybe even see if you could get switched to the boy's dormitory. But that fear was winning out. Despite how kind everyone was to Sirius when they came out, what if that same grace wasn't extended to you? What would people in other houses think? Professors? Would anyone even start calling you a guy? Would they use the new name you had decided on trying out? There were so many unknows, and the unknown was frightening.

Eventually you had spent enough time stewing in the dorms and moved down to the common room for a change of scenery and a nice fire. When you plopped down on the red velvet couch that's when the stampede from the boy's dorms came down. The first wave was excited second years in their quidditch jerseys, then the tired older quidditch players, then the marauders. James was as energetic as ever, Sirius not too terribly far behind him, Remus half asleep, and Peter practically sleepwalking. Remus was currently using his crutches, walking over and sitting down on the couch next to you. Peter followed suit and sat on the other side of you.

"One of James' early morning practices?" you asked already knowing the answer. Peter groaned in response, slumping against the pillows. Just like that he was back asleep. "Yes. I think he snuck into the kitchens to get our wake up call this morning" Remus mumbled, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. James just looked so proud of himself. He leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to the top of Remus and Peter's heads before grabbing Sirius' hand. "We're off! Be back in a few hours. Keep Tweety company, will you?"

That damn nickname. You both loved and hated it. James nicknamed you 'Tweety Bird' after you discovered your patronus. A small yellow bird, a Hooded Warbler. "We will Prongs. Or at least I will. Petey is down for the count" Remus chuckled slightly, setting his crutches aside. With the crowd gone you had Remus' full attention. "You're up early. The pots and pans reach the girl's dormitory?" he asked, adjusting a few pillows on the couch to try and get comfortable. "No, just..thinking" real specific.

"About what?" was of course the next thing the werewolf asked. You were quiet for a while, Peter's soft snores the only thing filling the air. Remus patiently waited for an answer, a bit of concern in his eyes at the silence. After a moment he had to ask a follow up question. "Everything alright? Something bothering you? I'll listen if you want to talk. The other's don't need to know."

That broke down what resolve you had left. You didn't realize this but you had been getting worked up in that short amount of time, you face feeling a bit hot and hands shaking. "I'm a guy. I want to go by Y/N." you blurted out. There, it was out in the world now. No taking it back. You were staring down at your feet, trying to expect the worst. Remus let out a small hum then held his hand out. "Well Y/N, I'm Remus, pleased to make your acquaintance" he smiled. That earned a chuckle out of you ask you shook his hand, feeling a little better already. "You're..you're okay with it?"

He almost looked confused. "Well why wouldn't I be? You're my friend, Tweety. No matter your gender, orientation, what have you. And when you want to tell the others they'll have the exact same sentiments" he promised. Though that did mean that he needed to change a few things around for a surprise the four of them had planned. "Am I the first person you've told?" to which you responded with a nod. "Yeah, you're the first. And Peter if he can hear us in his little mini coma. I want to tell them after practice, then just..bring it up to everyone else when it comes up, I guess" it's not like you wanted to call a house-wide meeting about this.

"That makes sense. Sirius and James will likely be a while. James created a new training routine he's trying out. Ever since Slytherin won the cup last year he hasn't eased up. I think if we lose again his head might explode" it was an outrage in the tower after Slytherin won. James and Sirius lead that outrage. Remus as the announcer swore up a storm over the microphone. House points were certainly deducted that day. "All I'm hearing is that the newbies on the team are going to be regretting joining the team" you chuckled. There was a reason why you didn't join the team, and it was James' rigorous training schedule.

For the next two hours you and Remus hung out on the couch, Peter waking up around halfway through. When you first told him the big news he simply blinked at you a few times and went "Huh?" He didn't mean anything by it, poor man had just woken up from a deep sleep. Once he was more awake and could process what you said he was of course happy for you, pulling both you and Remus in for a hug to celebrate. Around breakfast time, the quidditch team came up. As you expected all the first-year players looked miserable. Really everyone did as they marched back up the stairs to lay down. Even Sirius looked bushed. James was the only one still smiling and bouncing with energy. How he did it, no one really knew.

"Moony! Moony our boyfriend killed me! I think I need some mouth to mouth to be saved" He exclaimed, dramatically draping over both the couch and Remus. The wizard rolled his eyes and lightly nudged Sirius. "I think you'll be fine. You sign up for this torture year after year." "What can I say? I'm a masochist" he said with a cheeky grin. James sat down between you and Peter, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "My training isn't that bad! Everyone else is just being dramatic. If you think that's bad just wait til our practice after dinner" that was followed by a groan and loud complaining from all. "Speaking of dramatics, can you two spare them for a moment so I can tell you something?"

For once both Sirius and James were quiet, their attention fully on you. Remus gave you a small nod of encouragement, gesturing for you to take a deep breath. You did so and looked between Sirius and James. "I'm trans. I want to start going by Y/N, he/him." it was a lot easier to say now that it was the third time and yu had already gotten two amazing reactions. Sirius and James didn't dissapoint. Both were smiling brightly and suddenly you were being tackled in a hug by both of them, Peter throwing himself on top of the dog pile and dragging Remus along with him.

"Mate that's bloody amazing!" James chuckled out happily "One of us! One of us!" Sirius playfully chanted, poking your arm. "Does that mean I can get first dibs on all your old skirts and dresses?"

That was all a week ago. Sirius had helped you pick out new clothes on a trip to Hogsmeade while James insisted on picking up the tab. Peter had accompanied you to each of your classes to help you explaim to your professors about your name and pronoun change. Meanwhile Remus had been hard at work in the headmaster's office to get a few things changed around.

Today was the day of that big change. One you had no idea of. James simply told you to meet him in the common room. Then a blindfold was covering your eyes. "James if you lead me to the window and push-" "I would never! How dare you even suggest such a thing!" he gasped in mock offense. "No no! We just have a big surprise planned and you don't get a sneak peak. Stairs, stairs" he warned, helping you up a rather large flight of stairs. But what stairs? You two were just in the common room, the only two staircases were to the dormitories. Even then the girl's staircase was enchanted so that no boys could walk up them. So then-

Suddenly the blindfold was off before you could even complete that thought. You were now in the boy's dormitory, all of your things on the bed in front of you. Bedding, clothes, posters, school supplies, everything. All of the marauders were standing around with big smiles on their faces, though Peter seemed a bit nervous, his cheeks a light pink color. "I talked with Dumbledore and arranged for you to be moved to the boy's dormitory. We had Lily get your things. Though we can move it all back, if you don't want-" "I love it!" You interrupted, rushing to hug all four of them. "Thank you guys, seriously. I was nervous about asking myself"

"Of course Tweety. Though there is something else" Sirius said as he pulled away from the embrace. James looked excited, Peter was now clinging onto Remus. The energy had seemed to shift a bit, in what way you couldn't tell. "Well what else is there? You guys giving e money or something?" you teased with a small smile. That made Sirius chuckle, shaking his head. "No, no. We were all actually wondering..if you wanted to join the polycule?" he asked, giving you a hopeful look. "We all like you, we have for a while but didn't really know how to ask you" James added on. "We were afraid we'd scare you off, y'know, four people fancying you. I know it's a lot" Remus spoke up.

How two amazing things happened in one day, you have no clue. The four people you had felt guilty about liking all liked you back. Merlin if this was a dream you didn't want to wake up. For a moment you forgot to even respond, a bit of panic settling in on their faces. "Oh! Ah yes! Yes sorry, sorry I forgot to even say it out loud." you laughed, smiling from ear to ear. James was the first to tackle you into a hug onto his bed. Well, more accurately, his, Remus', and Peter's beds. They had gone through with their plan of pushing the beds together and just hadn't done Sirius' yet. The other three were quick to follow, all smiling and forming a pile on the beds.

"Bloody hell I thought you were going to say know at first-" Peter chuckled out, resting his head on Sirius' chest right next to Remus. "No! No. I've liked you all for a while, I just..I just didn't think you felt the same way." "Well we do, so clear your schedule Tweety. We'll get all your stuff put away today..after a nap." James declared, struggling to pull enough blankets over everyone. And how could you say no to that? You settled into your place in the cuddle pile, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around James. James did the same for you, reaching one arm a bit further to also be touching Sirius. Sirius had Remus basically laying on top of him and Peter curled up in his side. That's how you all settled in for a rather long nap, and you hadn't been this happy in years.

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