#moony and i thought this needed to be shared with the world

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@jegulus-microfic - prompt: fine - wc: 339

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“Sirius, just leave it alone,” Regulus huffed as he hastily walked down the school corridors, his potions book held tightly to his chest. All he wants to do is go study in the library so he can stop thinking for a few hours. 

“No, Reg, I won’t just leave it alone,” Sirius flails his hands around dramatically, causing Regulus to roll his eyes. He’s not in the mood for this right now. “This is a big deal!”

“Everything’s a big deal to you, Sirius,” Regulus sent a scowl his brother’s way, his teeth gritted together. 

“But this is a big deal to everyone! Even Moony and Pete say so,” Sirius responds, not put off at all by the insult. “You can’t just act like everything’s normal and fine when you two have the entire school gossiping up a storm.”

“I believe that it is no one’ business besides mine and Potter’s,” Regulus scoffs. He had no idea why Sirius felt the need to remind him that the kiss he and James shared on Halloween sent the school into a frenzy. He was more than aware, and was expecting a howler from his mother any day now. He just didn’t want to think about the situation for five minutes. 

“You practically ate the man alive and you still won’t say his first name?” Sirius let out a bit of a dry chuckle, shaking his head then pushing his hair back from his face. 

“Can we just move on to something else? It’s been nearly a full twenty four hours,” Regulus feels his face heat up the slightest, inwardly scolding himself because why the hell is he blushing? 

“Oh, please! You’ll be lucky if this doesn’t carry on until next year!” Sirius’ laugh was real this time, but Regulus couldn’t force himself to even smile. The thought of hearing about him and James–both who had gotten too drunk and accidentally revealed their relationship to the world only last night–until next year made him want to drop dead right then and there.

[jamesmydeer]

Hey! I have an idea for a Remus x fem!reader. They volunteer to babysit Neville and Harry(both James, Lily and Frank, Alice are ok) and kids try to set them up, get them to play games like Reader being a princess who they have to rescue and Remus - the knight, who has to kiss her (smth like Sleeping Beauty).

true love’s kiss

notes: if you can’t tell, i love writing dialogue.

wc: 2.8k

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Laughter filled the Potter household as James hoisted his son, Harry, and the Longbottom’s boy, Neville onto his shoulders. Harry threw his fists into the air, obviously used to his father’s antics. Neville gripped onto James’ arm and held on for his life.

“Potter and Longbottom have done it again! The quidditch cup goes to Gryffindor! The crowd goes wild,” he yells, bouncing up and down as if he were celebrating a big win from back in his quidditch days.

“Inside voice, James Potter,” Lily remarked, entering the room with her purse in hand and James’ coat thrown over her shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine.”

The boys giggled as James pretended to drop them and quietly mimicked the loud murmur of a crowd.

Lily plopped her stuff down on the table and turned to Alice, who was making sure Neville had everything he needed in his bag.

“Okay, I’ve got all my stuff, Frank is laying out the boys’ pajamas, James cast a protective spell on the house, I think we’re good to go!” She turned to look at the clock on the wall. “Remus should be here any minute now.”

“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheered, having overheard his mom’s conversation. “He’ll give us lots of chocolate. Just don’t tell my mom,” he informed Neville who nodded his head eagerly, pretending to zip his lips shut.

Alice turned to Lily with a confused look on her face as she queried, “You asked Remus to babysit?”

James walked towards the pair and grabbed his coat from Lily, kissing her cheek. “Well yeah Alice, leaving them with Sirius would be as good as leaving them alone.”

“It’s not that, I just thought I was supposed to find someone to watch them. Y/n is on her way.”

“Aunt Y/n!” both the young boys cheered. They couldn’t believe their luck at having two babysitters instead of one. Alice, on the other hand, was not as pleased with her mess up. She brought her hands up and covered her face as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Two for the price of one,” James joked, slipping his coat on. He paused momentarily. “Except we’re not paying them, right?”

"We might have to pay Y/n if Remus loads them up with sugar," Frank chuckled, entering the room and throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“Maybe the boys can play matchmaker,” Lily raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Give them that little push they need.”

“The one they’ve needed since third year?” Alice adds. A knock at the door had everyone’s heads turning. James turned to walk toward the door, but the boys beat him to it.

“We’ll get it!” Neville exclaimed, racing Harry to the door. They opened it and you scooped them up immediately, playfully tickling them.

“How are my favorite boys in the whole world?” you asked, pinching their cheeks which earned a groan from both of them.

“You better not let Moony hear you say that. He might get jealous,” James teased. You rolled your eyes at James and set the boys down. You had just stepped foot in his house and he was already teasing you about your crush.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it?”

Lily and Frank looked at you apologetically, Frank sucking in through his teeth. James and Alice shared a similar expression of holding back laughter.

Your face dropped. “What did you do?”

James grabbed you and pulled you into the kitchen, Lily following suit. “So there may have been a wee bit of confusion on our part,” Lily starts to explain.

“No no no, this is a good thing!” James started, attempting to keep the situation strictly positive. He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes as if he was about to give you a pep talk. “You get to be alone with Remus for a whole afternoon. When was the last time you two were alone together?”

Lily was about to chime in that they would be watching his son, not alone, when there was a knock at the door.

“There’s your Moony,” James teased. He smoothed out your hair, jokingly making sure you looked good for Remus. He had known about your little crush since third year, but he still acted as if it were a big deal.

“You see him all the time Y/n. Just act like you always do around him,” Lily rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, then exited the kitchen to greet the second babysitter. You turned to follow her but stopped momentarily to punch James in the arm.

Lily opened the door for Remus who kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s the little tyke? Haven’t seen him all week,” he moved into the living room looking for Harry but was met with another familiar face.

He straightened up at the sight of you, his features softening slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you were fifth wheeling with these guys tonight,” he joked, butterflies filling his stomach as you laughed at him.

“I’m not. They’ve started a babysitters' club and were the only two members.”

Remus looked between the two couples who just shrugged at him.

“Do you four not communicate?” Remus scolded playfully. Hearing his voice, Harry ran into the room and jumped into his arms. Remus threw him in the air and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re lucky I like Remus,” you quipped. “Had it been someone else, I would’ve gone straight back out that door.”

James snuck a quick look at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows. He walked towards him and took Harry, all the while leaning in to whisper in his ear teasingly “She said she likes youuuu.”

Had James not been holding his son, Remus would have shoved him.

“I’m sorry you guys, I’ve just been so scatterbrained lately,” Lily apologized, kissing both of your cheeks in passing as she headed to the table to grab her purse.

You both reassured Lily that it was okay and both couples were ushered out of the door by their excited children.

“We love you, Harry, behave!”

“Mind your manners, Neville!”

The boys shut the door behind their parents and turned to each other. Neville winked at Harry in a way that looked a lot more like an exaggerated scrunch of his face. Harry nodded and scurried back into the living room, Neville a few steps behind him.

“Aunt Y/n, will you read to us?” Harry begged. Neville assisted by giving you the cutest pleading eyes you had ever seen. And although they looked adorable, you couldn’t help but think they were up to something.

You shot Remus a confused smile at the boy's behavior. He just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Of course, she will. You boys go pick out a book.”

You giggled as they scurried away towards Harry’s room. You turned to Remus, who was already looking your way, a soft smile on his face. A blush ran up his face as he averted eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I can go make them a snack while you read,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to stay and listen to your pretty voice, but he was discouraged at the idea of you catching him staring again. 

“What? You don’t want to stay and hear me read the story they pick?” you pouted playfully.

Remus bit back a smile, pretending that he was having to think about it. On cue, the boys came running back in with their choice of book and settled on the couch beside you. They looked expectantly at Remus.

“Well, make room for me.” You met his eyes and smiled brightly at his statement. You grabbed the book from Harry’s little hands.

“Hmm, Sleeping Beauty. This is a very good pick.”

Harry and Neville snuggled into either side of you as you read. Remus observed the way you animatedly told the story. The way your lips moved with each word had him in a trance. It reminded him of how he used to sit in the library, hopelessly watching you study with a lovesick smile. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if you read to him—just him.

Before he knew it, he was being shaken out of his trance by two eager little boys. The story was over and they needed something else to entertain them.

“Uncle Moony, will you please be the prince? Please please please?” Harry begged, holding his hands together in front of his face. Remus couldn’t help but scoff, seeing so much of his father in him. He looked at you for help as to what exactly they were asking him.

You giggle at the boys. “They want to play knights, Remus. They need a prince,” you playfully cleared up his confusion. He smiled at you and turned back to the boys.

“Oh, I see now,” he nodded his head in understanding. “And why do I have to be the prince?”

Harry and Neville shared a look as if the question was absurd. Remus could sense them growing impatient, so he stood up and allowed them to drag him away. He turned back to you and playfully mouthed ‘help’. You giggled and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came along with making you laugh.

Harry stopped and ran back towards you. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth. You leaned down and craned your neck for him to whisper in your ear, a skill he hadn’t quite honed yet. “You’re the princess. Pretend to be in a deep sleep like Aurora.”

You pulled away and Remus held back a laugh as you wiped your ear. You mouthed an ‘OK’ and he ran back towards Remus to drag him away.

Once alone, you couldn’t help but ponder Remus’ question about having to be the prince. He was always like a prince to you. A blush creeps up your neck as you recall all the books you read about princes, and how you pictured them as Remus every time. The longer you thought about it, you realized that you pictured him as the love interest in every book you read.

You could hear them rustling around upstairs in Harry’s bedroom. You imagined how Remus looked playing along with them. How the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up. The way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed along with the boys. How soft his voice would get comforting them if they got hurt.

It got quiet for a moment, and you almost stood up to go check on them. Suddenly, there were three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. You quickly laid down and shut your eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

The ‘knights’ rushed in and kneeled at your side. Remus stayed back, standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell in a soft sigh as he studied your ‘sleeping’ figure. He took advantage of the situation and allowed his eyes to linger. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch and he felt his stomach do a flip.

Neville put his hand to your forehead to ‘check your pulse’, to which you could hear Remus softly blow air out of his nose. He moved from the doorway to kneel beside them whispering, “If only we had read a book that told us what to do to wake her up.”

“A kiss!” Neville exclaimed, earning a harsh shush from Harry. Neville giggled and whispered the same words again. Remus ruffled his hair and nodded down at the boy.

“That’s a good idea, Sir Neville. Try it and see if it works.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice Remus used with the boys. You always admired how the marauders played with Harry, but there was something extra special about the way Remus did it. He was so gentle and encouraging with them.

Neville began to lean in to kiss your cheek but was stopped by Harry’s small hand on his lips. He shot Neville a look that reminded Remus so much of the one Lily gave James when he says something stupid.

“True loves' kiss, Sir Neville! Remember?” he asked, the last word spoken through gritted teeth as if he was conveying something secret. Neville's face changed to one of understanding, before scooting over and making room. Harry turned to his beloved uncle Moony,

Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks flushed immediately. His first thought was how much he wanted to, but his second was how much he couldn’t kiss you right now. Not while he’s playing pretend. This scenario had played out in his head over a thousand times and none of them involved children.

Remus shook his head and went to stand up, but Harry grabbed his hand. “But you’re the prince! You have to save the princess!”

You opened one eye and could visibly see how nervous poor Remus was. Since he had the boys’ attention, you took the opportunity to reach for his hand. He startled at the touch, then relaxed when your eyes met. You nodded at him softly as if to tell him it’s okay, just play along.

And you had meant that he could just pretend to kiss you. You figured he didn’t want to and was uncomfortable at the thought. That was not how Remus understood it. Remus took your actions as an okay to kiss you.

He blushed and squeezed between the two boys who were watching in anticipation. He leaned down so that his face was hovering over yours, and you felt his hair fall against your cheek.

Before you could start acting, you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your eyes snapped open as the younger boys both cheered. Remus pulled back suddenly and looked down at you horrified. Had you not wanted him to kiss you? You brought your hand up to touch the place his lips just had.

Before Remus could see your face break out into a smile, he abruptly stood. “Tell Y/n goodnight,” he stated, turning away from you and waiting. Both boys kissed your cheeks and followed Remus up to Harry’s room.

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Remus entered the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter drinking out of a mug. You offered him one, but she shook his head. He didn’t want it to throw him off the apology he had just rehearsed over and over.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” he started, running a stressed hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I thought that was okay. I clearly misinterpreted what you meant and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mus,” you called softly. He turned to you, making eye contact for the first time since the kiss. “Come here.”

He walked towards you slowly, as if he were a scared animal. The smile you gave him has the crease between his eyebrows relaxing. You motioned for him to come closer. He listened to you and slotted himself between your legs.

You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair—something you had wanted to do since you felt it against your cheek earlier. The other hand rested on his broad shoulder. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

“If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have stopped the game.”

You felt Remus nod against your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. He places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs slowly against the fabric of your sweater. He retracted his head from your neck, choosing instead to lean against your forehead.

“Can I do it again?” he whispered shakily. You could feel his breath against your lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. His hands tightened on your waist as he eagerly crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his soft strands and he groaned against your lips, pulling you flush against him.

He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his eyes closed and resting his forehead against yours. He started laughing and you were brought back to reality. Your face grew hot and you removed your hands from his hair.

“What?” you pulled back to get a better look at him. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unable to control his laughter.

“Remus, what?” you whined. He brought his hands up to cup your face and kissed you softly again. This kiss was much shorter, but you felt the same amount of butterflies in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

+

"They kissed? Blimey, you exceeded my expectations kid," chuckled Sirius, handing Harry the new toy motorbike he had promised him for playing matchmaker.

“8 years. We tried to set them up for 8 years and my son does it in an afternoon.”

[spacegoblin2106]

Sirius is the Possessive One

Now I enjoy Remus being all possessive and jealous and “wolfish” as much as the next wolfstar shipper, and sure maybe any wolf instincts Remus may have makes him a bit protective or bite-y, but I don’t think he would be the jealous type.

Remus has been raised in the knowledge that he doesn’t get to have nice things. Unlike most people who get to take things like friends, an education, financial security, ect for granted, Remus doesn’t expect to experience these things and when he does he knows they won’t last.

Why would love be any different?

When Remus falls for Sirius it completely engulfs him. His whole world gets re-centred, he worships Sirius, adores him. And Remus knows that this is it for him, there will never be anyone else. But he doesn’t even dare to assume that Sirius feels the same way. Why would he? Sirius is bright and charming and gorgeous, and Remus is damaged goods. Even if Sirius is Remus’ soulmate, he knows their relationship has an expiration date.

So he doesn’t get jealous. Sure he doesn’t like the idea of someone stealing his boyfriend from him but what right does he have to stop the inevitable?

It takes an age for Sirius to convince Remus that it’s never going to happen. That he worships and adores Remus just as much as Remus does him. That Remus is his soulmate, his one and only as well. And once Remus gets that, well there’s no reason to be jealous is there? Sirius is Remus’ and Remus is Sirius’.

But for Sirius it’s a different matter entirely. Sirius grew up the pampered hair to a vast fortune. He was raised to believe the world was his, he just had to take it, and why should he share?

But love? affection? attachment? These were never his to have. Never just handed to him. In the neglectful and abusive environment he grew up in, love was something he had to earn and fight to keep, affection was a tool for manipulation.

So when love was given to him he fought for it.

He desperately clung to the love he was given despite knowing that he didn’t deserve it. His mother’s harsh words ringing in his ears reminding him what a screw up he is, that he’ll inevitably destroy the love he is shown. But Sirius is determined to prove her wrong.

Moony is his and no one will change that.

Sirius pampers Remus. Giving him thoughtful gifts (new jumpers, mountains of chocolate, first addition books), learning everything he can about medical magic so he can help Remus as much as possible after the full moon, having an arsenal of praise and motivational words at the ready for when Remus’ brain is being mean to him, learning everything about his boyfriend so he’s always ready to make him laugh or offer comfort when he needs it, coming up with the most romantic and Moony appropriate dates, and just generally worshiping the ground Remus walks on.

And when it comes to other people, Sirius makes sure everyone knows who his heart belongs to. Not so subtly dragging Remus away when another student is getting a little too comfortable with his boyfriend, proudly wearing Remus jumpers, sitting himself right in Remus’ lap for the whole common room to stare at, leaving unmistakable bruises on Remus neck and collar, and always always referring to Remus as “my Moony”.

[honey-words]

spider boy’s happy ending— spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: moments in your new routine with izuku. he’s stopped keeping secrets, and everything just feels easier now. [part 5/5 - series masterlist]

wc: 1.8k

author’s note: i can’t believe the series is done!!! tysm to everyone who stuck around, this ones for you <3

It’s hard to remember when Izuku wasn’t part of your life. He fits in so seamlessly in your routines it’s like he’s always been there, snuggled up on your couch after a long day, Moony happily napping on his lap. 

You’re both seniors now, and the past few months have been filled with new memories of the two of you becoming even closer. 

Izuku has started to share more about what he gets up to at night, and he’s also started to come back with fewer injuries. 

You asked him about it one night, a month into the new semester. You’re both still neighbors and ignoring graduation as it looms over you and threatens the little world you both live in now. 

“I think I’ve gotten better at this whole Spider-Man thing,” was his answer. He yawned, idly snacking on the bag of chips you’d offered him. You didn’t even like that particular flavor, but you kept them around your kitchen because you knew they were his favorite. 

“Plus, I don’t want you scolding me for dripping blood on your floor.” You snatch the chip bag away from him and he laughs. You can smile about it now, but it was one of the worst nights you both endured together. 

It was the first week of classes, and he had come back dripping blood through his suit. You had panicked, naturally. He had kept reassuring you it was fine and refusing to go to an actual hospital. 

“We got this,” he had breathed, head resting on your shoulder as you both sat down on your bathroom floor and you did your best to gently wipe away dried blood to see exactly where his injuries were. It would have been reassuring if he wasn’t literally bleeding all over your floor. 

You did your best to help him, and he insisted on doing his own stitches. You followed his instructions, blinking away tears at the thought of him learning to patch himself up like this all by himself. Carefully, and as gently and quietly as possible, you helped him over to his apartment. Helped him change out of his bloodied suit and into loose clothing and settle onto his bed. 

You woke up the next morning curled up on the floor next to his bed, holding his hand. 

It hadn’t gotten that bad since, and you hoped it never did. The next day you had enrolled in a first aid course offered through your university and had started reading as many first aid books as you could, but you haven’t needed to use any of the now extensive knowledge you have. 

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him now. “You better not be keeping your injuries from me just because I freaked out,” you tell him. “Which I think was perfectly normal given the situation.”

“I’m not! Promise,” he holds out his pinkie and you smile as you take it in your own. It’s easier to believe him now, and it doesn’t leave you with that heavy feeling in your chest anymore. He holds onto your pinkie longer than he needs to and pulls your hand closer, dropping a quick kiss on your knuckles. “Sorry for teasing.”

“S’okay,” you manage to choke out. Izuku smiles down at his phone, humming quietly in response. You turn away and face the television again, barely processing anything the reporter is saying. The audacity of him to do things like that and be able to function normally infuriates you. You still blush when he pulls you into a hug or smiles at you too brightly. 

You’d never complain, of course. It’s just another thing you’ve gotten used to, an endearingly affectionate habit of his you would never ask him to change. 

Like what he’s doing now, curled in on himself on the couch next to you, wearing his giant oversized hoodie even if it isn’t exactly the weather for it yet, scrolling on his phone while the news is on as background noise. It’s become a Friday night routine for the two of you—when you get tired, you move to your room and fall asleep after whispering to each other about your weekend plans, which more often than not involve each other. 

“Whatcha scrolling through?” you asked him, turning to sit and face him properly. He turns his phone briefly to show you, smiling at you when you laugh. 

“Your Spidey-News column,” he said, going back to his scrolling. “I like to read comments on them sometimes.”

You had become more involved in the newspaper that semester and started a new column on Spider-Man. You published weekly updates on his activities of the week or interviews of people he’d helped.

Izuku had started at the paper as well, as a cartoonist. Momo had taken one look at a doodle he did on one of your notebooks and had recruited him that same day. He was also training under Jiro as a photographer and submitted the odd photo or two of Spider-Man. You’d laughed hysterically the first time you saw it up on the site.

“Are you still freaking out about grad school?” you asked him. He set his phone down with a groan, running his hands through his curls and nodding. 

“I just think it’d be weird if Spider-Man had to move cities, you know?”

You both laugh. It’s something he’s been repeating a lot over the last few weeks. You know that’s not his only reasoning for it, but it definitely is part of it, which is a bit funny to you. 

“I think it would just confirm he’s a student,” you said nonchalantly, moving to surf channels on the TV. 

“Wait, people think that?” 

“Time for bed!” is your quick reply, struggling to hide your teasing smile. He scrambles to his feet, recognizing your movements for what they are. 

“I’ll shower first!” he yelled, already running down the hall to your room, where he stashes his spare clothes for when he sleeps over. You collapse back onto the couch with a laugh. 

A while later, after you’ve gone through your nightly routine, you find him already snuggled in under your covers, scrolling through his phone. You snuggle in right beside him, smiling when you realize he used your shampoo again. 

You run your hand along his hairline to his neck and he sighs, setting his phone down on your bedside table and moving closer to you until your foreheads are almost touching. His eyes flutter clothes as you run your fingers along his hairline again. 

“G’night,” he mumbled, a sleepy smile on his face. You fall asleep soon after him, his smile the last thing you see before sleep finds you. 

And it’s the first thing you see when you wake up again, waking up to the feeling of him gently poking your cheek. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and you both laugh. 

Wordlessly, you go through your Saturday morning routine, which you’ve repeatedly done for the past few months. 

Izuku always rolls out of bed before you and starts his routine early, a habit you know is ingrained because of his patrols and one he’ll never quite be able to break. 

You start brushing your teeth just as he’s finishing, and he presses a kiss to your cheek as he moves past you to head into the kitchen. You freeze, turning to watch him walk out. 

No, not your cheek, you process. The corner of your mouth. 

Thankfully you hadn’t started brushing your teeth yet, because you’re pretty sure you would’ve choked on your toothpaste and Izuku would’ve had to rush back in here and save you from yourself. 

You begin to brush your teeth as fast as possible before going back and making sure your morning breath is gone, determination and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve let him get away with the other sickeningly cute affectionate displays, but this one? This one feels distinctly different. 

For one, you had literally just woken up after sleeping in the same bed. He had clothes in a drawer in your room. You both had a morning routine every Saturday. He was constantly latching onto you and you onto him, and you were the only one who knew about his spidey secret. 

Fear and doubt about his feelings has been holding you back, but now you feel more confident than ever. You feel ready to talk about it. 

You sidle up to him at the kitchen counter, knocking hips with him like you always do to make him laugh. He’s decided on pancakes this morning, and you start buttering a pan without him having to ask. 

“So, you kissed me just now,” you said, working hard to keep your tone as nonchalant as possible. You move the melting butter around the pan to avoid looking at him, a bit of doubt entering you again despite your previous wave of confidence. You quickly dump some of the mixed batter onto the pan with a spoon to give your hands something to do, too. 

“Oh,” he replied, as though just realizing it. You can see him blushing out of the corner of your eye. “Oops?”

“No oops!” you exclaimed, turning toward him. Belatedly you realize you’re still holding the spoon of pancake batter, and it splatters over Izuku and the countertop with your movements. 

He blinks in surprise and you laugh, stepping closer to cup his face in your hands. There’s batter along his cheeks and you wipe it off carefully with a napkin. 

“No oops?” he repeated. You realize how close to his face you are and you freeze once more. But there’s a little batter at the corner of his mouth that you missed, and without breaking eye contact and before you can lose your nerve again, you wipe it away slowly with your thumb, barely grazing his lips as you do. 

“Can I do it again?” he asked, breathlessly. “Properly this time?”

You nod and close your eyes as he leans closer until his lips graze yours, a feather-light touch before you feel his warmth start to pull away. 

You tug him closer, still holding his face in your hands and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He makes a small noise of surprise but is quick to adapt, hands sliding around your wais to pull you impossibly closer, mouth moving against yours in a way that makes you feel dizzy. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and then you pull away, panting slightly.

Forehead resting on yours, his eyes flutter open. He looks so pretty like this, cheeks dusted pink and lips red from kissing you. You can’t help but lean in and peck him again, and he smiles, eyes crinkling in the same adorable way they did when he first met you. 

“Again?” he asked, and you laugh before leaning in once more, sure there will be many more instances of him asking and of you giving in.

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First Kiss - @wolfstarmicrofic - 733 words

Sirius had always dreamed of romance. For his family, feelings were nothing more than an inconvenience. Marriage was a mean to an end. Forming alliances, producing heirs. Love was out of the question. He wasn't even sure they knew what love really was. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew it himself. What he did know however was that the way they treated each other wasn't love.

So he spent his childhood dreaming of something else. Something more. Something worth risking everything over. The kind of love that made you willing to reach the moon just to give it to the person who stole your heart.

Of course, Sirius did know certain forms of love. The unconditional brotherly love for Regulus that he couldn't escape even when, at times, he had wanted to. The twisted love that tied him to his parents despite everything, the kind which made him feel like he didn't deserve anything more than the scraps of affection he wasn't even sure ever existed. The pure and joyful platonic love he felt for his friends, the way it flowed naturally between them. The safe and healing love that the Potters gave him without hesitation, welcoming him in their home.

But he wanted the romantic kind. The big, real love that the poets talked about. He wanted the passion, the butterflies, the blushing cheeks and the hitching breath. The kiss that said this. This is where I'm supposed to be. This is who I belong with. He wanted the electricity in his veins and the shivers on his skin. He wanted it all. Sirius was greedy and always wanted more than life offered him. He wanted to give his everything to someone and have someone's everything in return.

So, he tried. Oh, how he tried to find it. Desperately, almost. At seventeen years old, he was already known as the heartthrob of Hogwarts, having experienced his fair share of heated embraces in the arms of many girls, and some boys too. And yet, he never managed to find it. The everything he was looking for. The kiss that would shatter his world. Maybe he asked for too much. Maybe he dreamed too big.

He didn't even realize this love, too big for his brain to catch up on his heart, was already there. Right in front of his eyes. He didn't understand it until it happened.

They were hanging out in the deserted common room one night. Keeping each other company through their insomnia like they did sometimes. Remus was reading soflty to him while Sirius rested his head on his shoulder, dozing off on the sound of his voice.

When Remus stopped reading suddendly, Sirius raised his head to look at him, surprised. "Moony, why d'you stopped ?"

But he didn't respond, just fixed him with an intense stare and a slightly opened mouth. Sirius didn't know what it was exactly. Maybe the fireplace that made his eyes appear golden. Maybe the peace and quiet of the moment. Maybe the fact that they were so close they could count each other's eyelashes. He couldn't tell you who moved first. All he knew was that, one moment he was looking into Remus' eyes, and the next he closed his own to press their lips together.

That's when it happened. Everything he was so desperate to find, but better somehow. Remus' touch was both soft and demanding. Caring and passionnate. Chapped lips that felt and tasted like the sweetest thing. Their breaths mingled to form one and it was the only thing Sirius wanted to survive on from now on. A tentative swipe of tongue alight something in his guts that just needed a spark to burn.

Sirius thought it was the kind of first kiss that the poets sang about. A kiss that felt like lightning fell from the sky to strike him right there, in the arms of the boy who was here all this time and yet whom he had somehow missed. The boy he finally found when he never really lost him anyway.

A kiss that said

My Moon, I don't have to climb to the moon, you already gave it to me

and

Please, let me offer you all the fragile segments that weave my being in return

It was perfect. It was his everything. Everything he had dreamed of. Everything he wanted, and everything he already had.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: softish rough tickles, teasing, pinning, hurt/comfort

ᴀ/ɴ: OKAY YALL IM GONNA GET BACK INTO IT DWWW

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It was one of those quiet nights where the dorm was still, the usual buzz and chatter replaced by a soft lull. 

Everyone else had turned in, the only light coming from the glow of Chan’s bedside lamp. Felix sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie, his expression distant as he gazed out the window.

The city lights beyond the glass sparkled like stars, but they were nothing like the view back home. 

Felix’s heart ached with the familiar longing that he and Chan both understood all too well, a homesickness they shared for the place that held so many memories: Australia. Tonight, for some reason, the ache was harder to shake.

He lay awake, his thoughts swirling with memories of warm sunlit afternoons, sandy beaches, and the familiar voices of loved ones half a world away.

Channie noticed the pensive look on Felix’s face, sensing the quiet sadness that lingered in his chick’s demeanor. He leaned forward from where he was seated, nudging Felix gently. “Hey, Lix. What’s on your mind?”

Felix forced a small smile, but it quickly faltered. “Just…missing home…” he admitted softly. “I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but some nights, it’s just…it’s tough.”

“You’re feeling homesick, huh, Lix…”

Felix nodded, looking down at his hands, fingers twisting anxiously. “Do you ever feel like…like we’re too far away? That we’re missing out on everything happening back home?”

Chan took a deep breath, his own eyes growing a bit misty as he stared at the view they had of the city, far removed from the ocean views and warm sands they had grown up with. 

Chan’s heart ached at Felix’s words. He pulled Felix in a bit closer, allowing him to rest against his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own memories, the moments they missed and the people they longed to see again.

“I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything in the world…but yeah, sometimes I miss it…”

For a few moments, they just lay there, wrapped in silence. Chan let his fingers trail through Felix’s soft hair, gentle and slow, in a rhythm meant to soothe. He could feel the slight tension in Felix’s body, the way his shoulders rose and fell with uneven breaths. Felix hadn’t said a word yet, but Chan could sense the weight of emotion in his silence.

Lixie let out a shaky breath, and that’s when the leader felt it—a small, warm tear slipping onto his shirt as Felix buried his face against him. The chick’s shoulders began to shake, and the first soft sob escaped him, muffled but heart-wrenching.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Channie murmured, rubbing slow circles on Felix’s back, his voice soothing. “Let it out, Lix. I’m right here.”

Lixie clung to him tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, the comfort would slip away. The sobs came harder now, raw and filled with months of pent-up homesickness. He hadn’t let himself feel this way in a long time, always trying to be strong for them all, but the pain had become unbearable, and he needed his comfort. 

Lixie shuddered, his breathing slowly evening out as Chan continued to hold him close. Eventually, his sobs subsided, replaced by soft, steady breaths as he found comfort in Channie’s presence. His grip on Chan’s shirt loosened slightly, though he still clung to him as if afraid to let go.

Chan gently slipped his fingers along Lixie’s back, gently rubbing down his spine to calm him. However, the soft, relaxed motions did nothing to soothe the ache in his heart. 

However, he felt his chest bubble with giggles, his eyes squeezing shut as he started to bite his lip, holding back his laughter. He was not in the mood to giggle his head off. 

Channie, noticing his little chick squirming in his arms in tiny, restrained movements, chuckled to himself, slowly directing his movements to Lixie’s sides, smiling as Felix let out a strained squeak. 

Chan dug his fingers lightly into Felix’s sides and he couldn’t hold back anymore, squealing and twisting as the older maneuvered them onto the bed, pressing Lixie’s vulnerable torso into true bed with his own body weight, still scribbling up and down Felix’s sides mercilessly. 

He cooed in mock sympathy as Lixie giggled, his hands flying to Channie’s back, kicking out and pounding desperately into his back. 

“Hyuhuhuhunggg~”

“Just relax for me, Bbokkie…” Chan mused, moving down to Lixie’s hips, kneading in slow, torturously ticklish movements that had Felix gasping immediately as he squealed. “STAHAHA—N-NO!! NO MOHOHORE!! I—I cahahan’t! NOHOHOT MY HIHIHIPS!! I can’t b-breathe—AHAHAHAHA!!”

“I said relax, why’re you squirming, Lix?” Chan deadpanned, moving to Felix’s ribs to get a better reaction. And did he get one. 

The poor chick’s cheeks flushed pink, and he tried to glare, but another burst of laughter interrupted him. “Y-You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” He squealed, trying to wiggle away.

“And you’re cute.” Channie responded instantly, skimming over Felix’s belly button and startling at the frantic gasp and screech it earned him. 

“Stop! Stooop!” He wailed, already squirming even before the tickling resumed. But Channie just smiled, leaning in close as he began to lightly drag an index finger across his belly button, making the poor lee squeal and arch against his grip.

“No, no, nohohot the belly buhuhutton!! Please, I’m behehehegging! I’m begging!!” Lixie’s voice reached a high-pitched squeal as he thrashed and kicked as much as the leader’s grip would allow. “It tihihihickles! It tickles toohoo much!!”

Chan‘s following chuckle was soft and warm as he leaned closer, fingers trailing slowly over his baby’s sensitive sides now. “Oh, I know it tickles, sweetheart. But I think you can take a little more for me, can’t you?” he teased, his voice a soothing lull, though his hands were merciless.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!! HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEEASEEE!!” Lixie shrieked, his eyes watering as he frantically cackled and squirmed away, the fingers along his sides driving him crazy. 

The leader’s fingers grazed the inside of Lixie’s belly button, and his laughter erupted into something closer to a scream.

Poor Lix’s laughter hit new heights, sounding almost incoherent as he struggled to form words through the overwhelming sensations. “NOHOHOHOHO!! CHAHAHAHANNIEEE!!” He choked out in desperation. 

He was nearly delirious now, his Korean now switching to English instinctively and coming out in an increasingly frantic babble, almost musical in his panic.

“Oh, poor Lixie…you’ve forgotten why you were crying, haven’t you?” Chan crooned, barely containing his amusement as he watched Felix dissolve further.

“PLEHEHEASE…PLEHEHHAAHAAHAHA!!” Felix wheezed, Chan digging in even further to tease him one last time before suddenly letting go of the chick entirely. 

Lixie slumped into Channie’s chest, his eyes drooping as exhausted gasps racked his body. Sleep seemed to grab him from the inside of his head as he felt groggier and groggier until he fell asleep against the warmth and comfort of his hyung’s arms. Somewhere he called home.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven

Content Warnings: Adult content (video of female masturbation, male masturbation), mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator (hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy.

The week stretches on, a bit quieter now without your usual messages. The men wouldn't admit it aloud, perhaps not even to themselves, but they're acutely aware of your absence.

It's not as if they aren't busy. There's always content to create, subscribers to engage with, and the constant cycle of filming and editing that never truly ends. But even in the midst of their bustling schedules, there's a sense of something missing, an undercurrent that hums just beneath the surface every time they glance at their OnlyFans inbox.

You're still around, of course—in the form of videos and photos and updates that linger like echoes in their feeds—but it's not the same. The direct line from you to them is silent, its vibrant energy muted by your break. The flirty banter, the warmth of your words seeping through screens, the thrill of that ping heralding a message from you—all absent while you take time for yourself.

They know you're away for personal reasons—James had relayed as much to Remus and Sirius after you'd mentioned you'd be taking a break. None of them pry into why; it's not their place, and they respect your privacy. But that doesn't fill the void left by your absence, doesn't quell the quiet anticipation that stirs within each time their phone lights up with a notification, hoping against hope it might be you.

The moment you come back online, James is, of course, the first to know. A week has passed since your abrupt departure, and he's grown accustomed to checking for your scheduled posts, even if it doesn't feel the same without you there. But today, something is different. As he scrolls through his OnlyFans messages, his heart skips a beat at the sight of your familiar username. There's a message for him.

His pulse quickens as he opens the notification, knowing that this means you're alright and now in touch with him once again.

You: Hey, Prongs! 💖 Thanks again for the generous tip last week—it really meant a lot. I'm feeling much better now and back to answering messages. As a thank-you, I've attached a special video just for you, Moony, and Padfoot. 😘 Hope you all enjoy it!

The text arrives with a video attachment, marked as 'For your eyes only.' It’s an exclusive piece of content, free and specifically tailored for them. His heart begins to pound in his chest—not just from the thrill of new magic, but also from the promise of hearing from you after a week of silence. He can't help but grin, excitement causing his fingertips to tingle.

He sends a quick message to the group chat he shares with Sirius and Remus. Sirius is supposed to be in the middle of filming a custom video, so James knows better than to shout across their flat. And Remus is likely deep into editing, headphones on and world out, so he wouldn’t hear James if he called out anyway.

James: Guess who's back and just sent us a special video?

The response from Sirius is surprisingly instant, the anticipation palpable even through the pixels on the screen.

Sirius: I need to see this! Give me two minutes to clean up.

Remus takes a bit longer, his reply thoughtful as always, yet carrying an undercurrent of curiosity that mirrors your own.

Remus: A special video, huh? Looks like today’s shaping up to be more interesting than I thought.

A chuckle escapes James as he imagines their faces, the three of them huddled together around whatever device they can find, ready to press play. There's an intimacy to this ritual, not just because it ends with them tangled in each other, their bodies humming with release—that's been their dynamic for years now.

James quickly sets up his laptop on the coffee table, deciding that a larger screen might be a nice change. They all settle onto the couch, Sirius still only in his boxers, hair dishevelled from filming. Remus rolls his eyes at the sight, but there's fondness in the gesture, even as they're about to get off to your latest video. The air between them crackles with anticipation, a current that's grown stronger over the past few weeks.

The first glimpse of your face on screen sends a rush through them all, that familiar thrill that comes with each new video. You're in what appears to be your bedroom, the lighting soft and warm against your skin. You're nude, a sight that stirs their blood, but it's your eyes that capture James first—bright and playful, drawing him in even before you speak.

"Hey, Prongs," you purr into the microphone, your voice a sultry melody that wraps around them all. Your legs part wider, the camera angle leaving nothing to the imagination. The sight of your arousal is blatant—a provocation that has Sirius shifting in his seat, his pulse quickening. "Moony, Padfoot... I've been thinking about you lot." A slow, teasing smile spreads across your lips, and James feels a corresponding tug in his gut. "It's been a while, and thought I'd give you something special tonight."

A collective intake of breath fills the room as you lean back, revealing your entire body to the hungry gaze of the camera. Your hand moves, almost casually, to pick up a small device from beside you—a toy James recognises instantly. It's a clit suction vibrator, a recent addition to your videos, but this time it feels different. More intimate, like you're using it just for them.

The toy slips between your thighs, an intimate buzz that makes you gasp. It's not just the sensation, though that sends a warm flush spreading through your body—it's the knowledge of the eyes on you, unseen yet keenly felt.

James' breath hitches as he watches you squirm, the muscles in his thighs tightening with each small movement you make. The heat in his chest flares brighter, hotter—your pleasure reflected back at him, stoking the fire within. His hand itches to mimic the rhythm of your toy, but he stays still, captivated by the sight of you lost in bliss.

Your head tilts back, exposing the curve of your throat—a silent, yearning invitation as you shift your hips against the toy buzzing against your clit. And all the while, your eyes never leave the camera, as if you can see them right there with you, sharing in this intimate moment.

"I've missed you all," you confess, the words barely more than a whisper but laden with longing. "I've been thinking about how you'd react...how much I know you enjoy watching me like this."

A low growl rumbles in Sirius' throat, his hands already working to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. His gaze is glued to the screen, drinking in every detail—the way your chest rises and falls, the slight tremble in your thighs, the soft sighs that escape your lips.

"She knows exactly what she's doing," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and mirroring the tension coiling tighter within all three men.

James grunts in agreement, already unzipping his jeans to free his aching length, thumb swiping over the tip. There's no room for hesitation, not when you're there, spread out before them, your body reacting to the toy as you climb higher.

Remus's gaze is glued to the screen, his breath hitching as your pleasure mounts, your moans spilling out into the quiet space. He leans back against the couch, hand dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats to wrap around his hardened cock, stroking himself slow and steady. Your voice, quivering with ecstasy, wraps around them tighter than any enchantment. The sensation is intoxicating—overwhelming. It's as if they’re right there with you, watching you unravel at their command.

"I know you've been waiting for this," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the hum of the toy. Your body trembles as another wave hits you, the suction relentless against your swollen clit. "So I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

James's hand moves faster, his knuckles brushing against the rough fabric of his jeans. The sight of you, your body writhing and your voice calling out to them—it's too much, too real. It feels like you're there with them, speaking directly to their deepest desires. He glances at Sirius, whose hand is a blur in his lap, matching the rhythm of your cries.

Remus is quieter, more controlled. His eyes never leave the screen, the tension visible in the set of his jaw, the way his fingers curl around his length. Every gasp you let out is mirrored in the tightening of his grip, the quickening of his breath.

Your hips buck against the toy, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. “I’m so close,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you look into the camera, your eyes dark with desire. “Come with me, all three of you.”

That's all it takes to unravel them. James's body stiffens, his breath catching in his throat as he finds his release, his eyes never leaving the screen where you teeter on the brink of ecstasy. The soft keen that slips past your lips fills the room, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's just you, your body quaking with pleasure, and them, utterly consumed by the sight.

"Fuck," Sirius groans, his body jerking as he follows suit, surrendering to the relentless pull of desire. Remus is last, his orgasm quieter, more controlled, but the look in his eyes as he shudders and spills over speaks volumes.

The video ends there, with you lying on the bed, a satisfied smile playing on your lips and your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. You turn your head to face the camera, your eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hope that was worth the wait, guys," you purr, your voice soft and teasing.

And then the screen goes dark.

For a moment, the room is silent save for the sound of their own breathing—shallow, uneven—as they come back to themselves, the afterimages of what they've just seen still burning behind their eyelids. They've watched together before, but this... This was different. More intimate. A glimpse into a part of you they'd only ever imagined.

Sirius is the first to break the silence, letting out a low whistle as he leans back against the couch, his expression unreadable. "Well, fuck me," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to make sense of the storm of emotions brewing inside him. "She's... She's something else."

"Isn't she?" James exhales, sinking further into the cushions. His fingers drum against the armrest, a rhythmless melody reflecting the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.

Remus doesn't reply right away, his attention fixed on the now blank screen of the laptop. ”She knows how to get under our skin," he says at last, his voice low and thoughtful, the words barely more than a whisper. Yet they carry a weight that seems to fill the room, pressing down on all three men with an intensity that belies their simplicity.

James lets out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "That she does, Remus. That she does." He looks at the others, his hazel eyes holding a spark of defiance despite the situation. "And she knows we're hooked."

The three of them sit quietly for a moment, the glow of the screen casting long shadows across the room. The echo of your moans still seem to hang in the air, even though the video has ended. It's strange how quickly this has become a part of their lives—this connection with you, even if it's only through the ether.

They are still getting to know you, still trying to understand what it all means. But one thing is clear: you have their full attention.

As the night deepens, James picks up his phone again, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He takes a moment, considering his words before he types out a response.

ProngsPlayground_free: That was brilliant. You've made our week with that, I swear. 😏 Can't wait to see what you get up to next. Thanks for thinking of us. 💖

He hits send, the satisfaction settling into his bones. What comes next is anyone's guess, but they're content to let the events unfold as they may. With you back online, there's no doubt things are about to get interesting again.

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[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel Drabble

Azriel’s smile is warm, his gaze tired when it meets yours through the room. You return his smile, knowing this day has been long, the previous week exhausting.

And you know he needs you, you need him. Holding him, caressing him, talking about his mission while sharing some sweet kisses.

Yearning and longing fills the bond, stretching out. You both just want to go home, want to be alone.

So when hours later the meeting finally ends, it is what you do, rushing home immediately, stripping out of most clothes and tumbling into bed.

You kiss the top of Azriel’s head when you pull him to your chest. The shadowsinger hums, burying his face in your cleavage, drawing in a deep breath. "So soft," he hums and kisses your skin.

You manage to pull the thick blanket over the both of you, getting all warm and cozy, giggling lightly at your sweet mate.

"I missed you so much," he mumbles, voice muffled. Momentarily his tired, heavy-lidded gaze meets yours and he smiles. Then lowers his face again, chest heaving with a deep inhale.

Your hand brushes through his hair, lower to his neck, down his back and up to his hair again. Azriel’s arms curl tighter around your body, leaving no room between the two of you. You practically merge, wanting to be as close as possible. With his knee Azriel wedges your thighs apart, bringing you even an inch closer. Delighted about your closeness, the spymaster releases a loud, happy sigh that has you giggling.

"I missed you, too, my love. More than you can imagine," you say and kiss Azriel’s head once again, your hand, that is not in his hair, moving to his strong arm, fingers brushing over the dark swirls of ink.

The spymaster’s wings flare, shielding you from the outside world. In this cocoon it is just the two of you—your needy Illyrian baby and you, his beloved mate, finally together, united, madly in love.

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thanks to @azrielscrown's post about soft Az, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and just had to squeeze this tiny drabble in here����

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Bad Ideas (Part 16)

Regulus Black au

Summary:  It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 15

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“I know you hate me but you better go check on your wife. She looks as freaked out as you are.”

Regulus ran a hand through his hair.

“I mean, yeah, neither one of us was expecting this. We talked about kids but there wasn’t any timeline on it. You’re right. I do need to talk to her. Do me a favor and keep that trap that you call a mouth shut.”

Sirius dramatically put a hand on his chest.

“Me? Trap? How rude.”

Regulus shook his head and started for the steps.

“Sirius, it's me. I have known you longer than anyone else in my life. You are a big mouth.”

Sirius frowned as Remus walked in.

“Moony, am I a big mouth?”

Remus looked up from the mail that he was reading. He obviously hadn’t heard anything that was going on. The fact that he wasn’t laid out on the floor told Regulus that Remus didn’t hear the whole “baby” conversation.

“Yes, Sirius. You are a big mouth.”

Sirius looked offended as Regulus turned to leave the room. He stopped before turning back to his brother and making the motion to “keep his mouth shut.”

Sirius blinked after him while Remus raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it, Sirius.”

Regulus commented before leaving the room. Remus, meanwhile, turned back to his boyfriend.

“Do I want to know? Is it really that good?”

Sirius just stared at him blankly before faking a laugh.

“Well…yes…but I can’t tell you…don’t make me.”

Remus was silent a moment before speaking in his normally calm reserved tone.

“Does it affect me?”

Sirius looked thoughtful. Would he be able to keep his mouth shut? This bit of information was too good not to share with someone. Even if Regulus did threaten to slit his throat. Given Regulus’ current mood, Sirius could see that happening too.

This is why Regulus is always mad at me!

Sirius thought before groaning.

“Yes, but I can’t tell you. Don’t make me.”

“You lied. Now tell me.”

Remus replied. If something was going on with you, he needed to know. You were the closest thing that he would ever have to a daughter and if something was wrong Remus wanted to fix it.

“I can’t, Remus. Stop.”

“Sirius, you know that I won’t say anything.”

Remus added.

“Okay, Y/n is pregnant with twins.”

As soon as Sirius uttered that sentence, he looked around as if waiting for Regulus to appear out of nowhere to kick his ass. Remus, meanwhile, stood quietly himself.

“Did you say what I thought you said?”

Sirius nodded wildly.

“Sure did. Look, Y/n seems nervous about it and Regulus…well, you know him. Please don’t say anything or they will never talk to me again.”

Remus held a hand up.

“I won’t say anything. Wow, I was not expecting that news. It isn’t a bad thing. I only expected Y/n to not rush into…”

“I guess my brother isn’t as good at pulling out as he thought.”

Sirius added with a smirk. Remus gave him a frown.

“I did not want to think about that. Thank you. I suggest not making that joke to James when he finds out.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped even more. He did not even think about James! His best friend was about to have his already complicated life rattled even more. Sirius knew that James was having a hard enough time coming back to life to find his children adults. The last thing James knew he had twin one-year-olds. Now here he sat with twin adults who were busy with lives of their own.

“Fuck, what am I going to do?”

Sirius questioned. Remus sat down and scratched his head.

“My suggestion is to not look at him like you are looking at me. You look like you are in pain and guilty about something. Dead giveaway, mate.”

Before Sirius could say anything else, James came into the room. He noticed Sirius’ guilty expression while Remus was just busy being Remus.

“So…what’s going on?”

James questioned. Sirius made a few random squeaking noises before taking off out of the room.

“What’s with him?”

James questioned, looking after his best friend. Remus looked up from his book.

“No idea.”

(meanwhile)

Regulus walked into the bedroom where you sat on the bed with wide eyes. He closed the door behind you before coming to join you on the bed.

“So, this is really happening?”

You groaned.

“Looks like it.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before taking a breath. He wasn’t sure how you were so calm. Regulus was ready to start pacing the room while having the biggest panic attack known to man.

“Am I a big jerk because I’m about to panic?”

You shook your head.

“No, because I’m about to panic too. Regulus we are in trouble. We aren’t just having one baby like most normal people…no, we go for the gold and have two.”

“Sirius said that we had to make a litter. I nearly punched him in his face.”

You turned to your husband and blinked a few times.

“And you didn’t? I admire your self-control. What are we going to do? We haven’t even talked about kids?”

Regulus was quiet again for a moment before taking your hand in his.

“We’ll figure it out. We aren’t having to worry about that stupid Voldemort situation anymore. Lucky for us, you are a healer and will know when the kids are sick. I’m sure they make some kind of book that I can read on what to expect. I do hope there is no pictures of the whole being born part…please don’t make me look when it comes time for that.”

You giggled at the sheer panic in Regulus’ voice.

“There are plenty of books and no, I won’t make you look. I actually prefer that you don’t. I would like to preserve what good memories you have of that part of my anatomy. It’s going to be a lot of work, love. We will have the kids and be working through your furry little problem now and haven’t gotten that mastered yet. I’m afraid adding twins into the mix may be extremely difficult.”

Regulus groaned and laid back on the bed. For once, he wasn’t hyper-fixating on his newest condition. His worry instead was on you.

“Fuck. It will be fine. If Remus can function then so can I. Neither of us has been really healthy lately.”

He grumbled as you turned to look at him.

“That’s how I didn’t realize that I was pregnant. Neither of us have been sleeping normally. I have been eating a ton of shit food. We have both been stressed and that causes issues with a woman’s cycle.”

Regulus stared at the ceiling for a moment. He absolutely hated the realization of what he was putting you and the babies to be through. None of you deserved going through all of this hell right along with him.

“Whatever you are thinking, stop.”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. You had turned to look at him sadly.

“It's kind of hard not to. You shouldn’t have to be dealing…”

“It's just the way things are. I love you and I don’t care what you are.”

Regulus reached out and pulled your body down against his.

“You are one in a million, sweetheart. Look, I know you’re nervous and I’m about to freak the fuck out but it will be fine. We will figure this out. I think my worry is what if I end up being like my father?”

Your eyes rolled up to Regulus’ face. His grey eyes were focused on the ceiling. While you had never met Orion Black, you wanted nothing more than to kick the man in the ass. There was nothing good that you could say about him.

He never treated Regulus right.

You frowned at the thought. While Orion never really treated Sirius right either, Regulus had it worse. Regulus was the second son. He was the son that Orion didn’t exactly want. Orion wanted a daughter for the second child. When Regulus came along, Orion really had no use for him until Sirius said a big “Fuck you” to the Black family and peaced out.

Thinking of your in-laws was enough to make you want to bring them back from the dead, kick their asses, then put them back in the ground. It was their own stupid fault that they didn’t see how wonderful Regulus truly was. They didn’t see him for anything other than being an heir. They didn’t see how much he truly strived to please them.

“It's their loss.”

You thought before stroking your finger over Regulus’ perfect jawline.

“You will never be your father. The fact that you are even worrying about it tells me that you won’t be like him. Too bad they can’t come back. I would sure love to kick both of their asses.”

Regulus immediately shook his head.

“As tempting and as entertaining as that sounds, I don’t want my pregnant wife kicking my horrible parent’s asses. Granted, it would be fun to see but they know a lot of dark magic.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know a lot too. I’ve gone up against Voldemort. Walburga and Orion Black would be a day in the park.”

Regulus was quiet a moment.

“Okay, fair. Good god woman, you are cocky.”

“That's why you love me.”

You replied before laying your head back on Regulus’ chest to simply enjoy the silence. What you didn’t see was the dark frown coming back to Regulus’ face. He wanted to make damn sure that you didn’t see his brooding.

Was he happy that you were pregnant? Maybe? Possibly? Regulus was positive his feelings would change after the first healer appointment but for now, he was wrecked. Regulus never planned on having children. At 18, he was too focused on being a death eater and living up to his crazy family’s expectations.

Isn’t this nice? They get what they want after all.

The dark thought made Regulus frown. He remembered telling his mother years ago that he wanted nothing to do with children or a family when Walburga went on a rant about preserving the Black family name/legacy. Walburga had laughed at his response. She assumed that her son was just being an angsty teenager. After all, that was what Regulus was. He was the angsty quiet teenager while Sirius was the one spreading the “eternal joy” of his presence around.

Regulus tried to keep repeating your words in his head. Orion probably cared less when Walburga was pregnant. He probably responded with an “okay” when she told him the news. Orion probably didn’t feel the panic that Regulus was feeling. He probably didn’t worry about how his children would turn out or if he would be a good father. Instead, Orion’s thoughts were…

“She’s pregnant. I did my job.”

Regulus couldn’t exactly understand that line of thinking. Even though he wasn’t excited about what was about to happen to the two of you, he wasn’t dreading it either. Regulus didn’t see it as some sense of duty.

Once I calm down, this will be just fine. I’m sure I will be happy about it.”

Regulus took a breath as you wrapped your arms a bit more tightly around him.

“We might as well tell everyone. You know, get it over with.”

You commented before sitting up and stretching. Regulus moved to stand up and fix his now disheveled hair.

“Sirius took it well…I guess. I threatened to slit his throat if he said anything else to anyone. How did Harry and Ron take it?”

You chuckled.

“We were all on the shocked side. No one was really upset, only shocked. If they were upset, I would tell them to shove it as they are having kids too.”

“Yeah, we were all having sex at the same time. That is an uncomfortable thought. I wish I didn’t think of that.”

Regulus muttered, looking grossed out. You laughed and wrapped your hand through his.

“Well, you can go ruin my father’s day and tell him. That will bring you some joy.”

Regulus immediately looked thrilled by the aspect of totally shutting James Potter up.

“What are we waiting for?”

Walking downstairs, it took all of the control that you had to not laugh at the thrilled expression on Regulus’ face. Everyone sat in the kitchen when the two of you walked in. Your attention instantly went to Sirius who was drinking water to keep himself quiet. Raising an eyebrow, you knew exactly what your god father was up to. He was trying to keep his big mouth shut.

“Love, you need to check him out. I am concerned that he has some kind of disease or something. This is his 13th glass of water in less than an hour.”

James said while giving his best friend a confused glance. Lily meanwhile, stood up with a smile.

“Did you hear Harry’s good news?”

You pressed your lips together.

“I was the one that took the pictures so, yes. How does it feel knowing that you are going to be a grandma?”

Lily blinked a few times.

“I didn’t expect it at my age but here we are.”

You moved to get a drink of water before shooting Regulus a smirk.

“Ginny isn’t the only one having a baby, you know.”

James decided to join the conversation.

“Hermione is too.”

“She also isn’t the only one having a baby.”

James and Lily looked at each other clearly confused.

“Who else is there?”

James questioned. Remus put a hand on his face as if muttering “Merlin help me.”

“Me. I’m having twins.”

It took all that you had to not choke with laughter at the stunned expression on your parent's faces. Sirius took a deep breath.

“Thank Merlin! I mean…that you told them. Twins are nice too. I’m going to stop talking. You two can carry on.”

James and Lily kept looking between Regulus and yourself unable to get words out. Ginny perked up from her seat.

“I took the picture!”

James blinked rapidly clearly taking the information in while Lily smiled.

“What a surprise! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Twins? I love twins… obviously, because Harry and yourself are twins…how exciting!”

James turned to Regulus who was smirking.

“Are you two fucking with me? You both are good at that.”

Regulus looked up from the whiskey that he was sipping.

“We were all apparently having sex at the same time. Surprise, grandpa.”

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[wartsandwarlocks]

Call it fate, call it karma.

Madagascar wasn’t nearly as exciting as Remus has thought. It required a lot of manual labor, which he definitely wasn’t fit for, they barely slept or ate and worst of all, smoking was deeply frowned upon. He had made a few friends here and there and their company made it all more tolerable, but he missed his home.

As the weeks passed, the homesickness started becoming all too much for him. His real friends- his family- were in London having an amazing time together and he was moving shit (literal animal shit) from one place to the other. Or so he thought, another rule was no phones, there was no signal anyways. He wanted to get used to it, he really tried, smiling forcibly every morning into the weird glass they used as a mirror, smiling at anyone who would say hi to him and even laughing to himself when he had to scoop shit up. But in all fairness, he had signed up for the humanitarian aid, and was unfairly placed in the animal rescue one instead.

Three weeks had been three weeks too many. He marched decidedly to the Big Tent, hoping Ms. Sprout would be able to take some sort of action. He “knocked” on the “door” once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the time he decided he wanted to open the “door” he began to hear a faint voice.

“Yes, it’s ok.” It said. “I’m fine either way.”

“There is no place for you to stay in the humanitarian crisis zone, I apologize deeply for it.”

“I can work either way, just want to be helpful is all.”

“Alright then, congratulations and you’re welcome Mr. Black.”

“Sirius is fine. Thank you Ms. Sprout.”

Huh? Black?! Sirius?!

“Your tent is the third one on the left path. Hope you don’t mind sharing.”

Remus counted. One, Morris’s tent. Two, Farrow’s tent. Three, Lupin’s tent. He needed to run, play stupid, play dead, play something! But of course, having Lupin’s Luck, before he could move the “door” flew open and the handsomest boy, with his long curly hair and enchanting tattoos crashed into him.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry-!” He apologized.

“Hi Pads.” Remus smiled dumbly at him.

“Moony?!”

“Same old.”

Sirius’s frown turned into a big smile as he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around him. “I thought I wouldn’t ever ser you again!”

“Makes two of us.” Remus smiled as he smelt his hair. God he’d missed him.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Cambodia?” Sirius smiled puzzled.

“No more vacancy there, looks like everyone wants to save the world these days.”

“So I’ve heard.” He said grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m exhausted, let’s catch up tomorrow. I have to meet my new roommate, or tentmate.”

“Oh I heard, looks like we’ll be ‘rooming again Padfoot.” Remus slightly shoved him as he pointed to their tent with his head. “Karma.”

“Shit! Really?! This is amazing!” Sirius beamed. Remus had suddenly realized that was exactly what he’d been missing, his stupid, optimistic, fun, sort-of-boyfriend-guy from college. “Fuck karma, call it fate!”

“Call it fate, call it karma, you’re still stuck with me.” Remus smiled.

Sirius simply smiled and rolled his eyes. Maybe a couple more weeks shoving dung from one place to the other couldn’t hurt him.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

P.S. I Still Wait for You

Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here And you're miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging Through my frozen heart tonight I hear your name in certain circles And it always makes me smile

 I spend my time Thinking about you And it's almost driving me wild And that's my heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missing you No matter What my friends say

Missing You by John Waite (1984)

 @jilychallenge @jilychallenge2023

@sosohh My partner in fic: just about made it in unfinished 🤣🤣

Prompt:

Words we should never have left unsaid and/or PS I still wait for you

  He still doesn’t know why she left. She never explained. Worse than that, she never said goodbye. He can’t even remember what she was wearing the last time he saw her. He hadn’t spoken to her for a few days, she had been busy with her new job, he’d been busy with his. They’d just won the war. A miracle. He was trying out for a place on the English Quidditch team, she had just been accepted onto the Healers Training Scheme in St Mungo’s. They had been together for two years, sharing a flat. He had never felt happier. Sirius had just done the preliminary exam for the School of Law – and been accepted, much to Walburga’s horror, if the Howler had been anything to go by. Remus had turned down his offer to finance him through an apprenticeship or to buy him a bookshop to manage, and instead had gotten himself a precarious job in a second-hand bookshop. Typical Moony. Peter had started a shit job in the Ministry of Magical Transport and promptly started looking for another one, rightly so.

It was a time of potential, excitement, euphoria. Voldemort was dead. And then she had disappeared.

She was fine. Marlene and Dorcas had been in touch with her. Relocated to Canada. Montreal. He didn’t even think she could speak French. He didn’t know what she was doing there. She had cut herself off from the wix world completely.

He isn’t missing her at all, since she’s been gone, it’s been nearly three years. He’s fine. He gets up every day, showers, apparates to Puddlemere United grounds in Dorset, and trains himself into the ground. Meets up with his mates regularly. Eyerolls at the obliviousness of two of them – dancing around each other, saying nothing. The evenings are the worst.

He spends too much time thinking about her. He needs to stop. She’s fine, he’s fine, they are all fine. He still has a tiny passport sized picture of them in his muggle wallet, taken at a funfair in a photo booth. He is grinning like an idiot, glasses askew. She has her head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes shining. It’s in black and white and doesn’t move. He pretends he’s forgotten. But it’s still there, behind the pound notes he hardly ever uses. Like his heart. Still stuck in 1981.

He hears her name in certain circles – acquaintances from the class of ‘78. Despite everything, despite himself, hearing her name always makes him smile. He’s transported back to his school days. The incessant banter, the witty comebacks, the arguments over the tiniest things – excuses to talk to each other. Both smitten. Both madly in love. Or so he had thought. So had they all.

But they had been wrong.

“Lily Evans – do you hear much from her?”

“Do you guys keep in touch?”

“What’s she at these days?”

He pretends it doesn’t hurt, each time.

“We lost touch,” he says, making it sound so relaxed, so trivial, so grown up and disinterested.

He tried dating other people since she left. For two years. It wasn’t fair on them and it wasn’t fair on him. Now he doesn’t bother. He just needs to get his arse into gear and meet the right person. Or perhaps he still waits for her - an irrelevant, outdated postscript. He hasn’t tried contacting her. He isn’t a weirdo. He respects her decision. He just thinks if he knew what he did wrong it would somehow make it all more bearable.

 ***

 Remus and Sirius finally get together. He moved out, hoping that might move things along. He’s right. When it finally happens it’s domestic, uncomplicated. They talk late into the night one evening, over a bottle of red wine. Sirius has been hinting for years that he loves Remus, but the oblivious arse is too thick to notice it. And yet, he is the one to make the first move.

There’s no turning back. They get together in September – warm sunshine, hazy languid warmth hanging on to the glorious ebbing of summer. By October they are engaged. November and it’s done nothing but rain for weeks on end and they are planning a wedding. He and Peter are best men.

The date of the Wedding is December 21st, Winter Solstice. She had left on December 22nd, 1981. He isn’t missing her at all.

“She’s coming,” Sirius tells him, sticking his chin out, ready for a fight; but his eyes are guarded, like he’s concerned, protective.

“What?”

“We invited her.”

He knows who she is.

“Why?”

“Remus wanted her to be here. I wanted her to come. She was one of our best friends.”

He doesn’t answer, clenches his jaw and fidgets with the mug of tea in his hands. He can’t veto his best friends’ wedding guests. But he wants to. So badly. He clears his throat, stares at the grain of wood on the table, says nothing.

Sirius waits. He doesn’t feel anything. Except perhaps frozen.

“Alright,” he says eventually.

His voice sounds gravelly, scratchy, like someone else is talking. Sirius stands behind him, places a hand on his shoulder, squeezes it tight.

“Thank you,” he says.

Like he understands how big a thing this is.

He has four weeks to get used to it.

He doesn’t.

[honeycombhank]

Well, I have sad news

⚠️ Pet death trigger warning ⚠️

3/14/24

I was holding my rats how I always do, sometimes one or many at once until everyone has had some good quality time and if I don’t get to everyone then I start the next day with who ever was up next.

Today I had been holding TipToe and Apple pie and then went to feed everyone because it was far past bedtime and I needed to start bedtime routine, this means I make sure I at least look at every rat making sure they are doing well and ensures I never miss something like a new health issue or injury that could have popped up that particular night, I saw everyone, everyone except mama moony, she had not come out for dinner, and even in her old age she always came out to eat dinner and say goodnight, tonight she did not, I knew what this most likely meant and moved boxes and bedding very carefully to try and find her, she was in their fizzy water box house and had passed away sometime this evening. My love helped me move her.. the ants had come to try and salvage her body and I couldn’t handle seeing it.

I won’t describe it but I will say it was really frightening and made me feel so uncomfortable and sad. I couldn’t have kept that from happening because even though I am taking steps everyday to keep the ants at bay they still are coming out immediately at even a thought of something worth it to them. I’m doing my absolute best at keeping things clean..

We quickly found something to put her in and removed her three daughters as well and placed them into a small cage with fresh bedding and water. I will clean their big cage tomorrow.

I have more to say but I just wanted to share what happened with you guys, I hope what I did share wasn’t too scary for anyone.

I am missing our sweet Mama Moony, she was so good at caring for all her babies and really showed such emotion and empathy towards other living creatures, she was always so kind and gave me one of the best experiences getting to watch her give birth and become a mother and seeing her navigate the way of the world.

Rest in peace Mama Moony Pooh. Don’t forget about us up in ratty heaven.

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

On the third day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A One-Bed fic with whiny sub!Jake, and it's a Neighbor's AU, too!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Christmas Eve" by Justin Bieber

Trope: One Bed

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, F. Dom, M. Sub, pet names, a tiny bit of restraint, a single tear, begging, oral sex (f. receiving)

Words: 4.4k

Author's Note: Thank you all for your kind words and generous reblogs, tags, and comments, they mean the world to me! They're also addictive, just so you know ;) Anyways, this one got away from me a bit, so I've decided that each boy will have one longer smut piece and the others will be short and under my self-imposed word limit. Except for Danny. My love gets all the long smut.

18+ / MINORS DNI

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“Mom, I frew up.”

You almost slammed the door on Jake��s face when he tiredly looked at you with his mournful, moony eyes, but the fact that his own joke only made his lips twitch told you that he actually had a reason to be at your apartment door at 1:45 am. 

The twins were good neighbors. Relatively, at least. You could sometimes hear them arguing through the wall, and other times, you had to send them a text to get them to stop playing their instruments into the wee hours of the morning. Your little duplex townhouse walls weren’t all that thick, but other than the occasional noise complaint that they always dutifully listened to, you were glad to have the happy-go-lucky musicians next door. With how many game nights you’d had and beers you’d shared, you’d even go as far to say that you were friends.

So, you sighed and leaned against the frame, looking at the man expectantly. “What do you need, Jake? This beauty needs her sleep.”

Jake nodded back to his own place, making a face that was both pitiful and disgusted at the same time, which was quickly explained when he said, “Josh brought someone home, and usually some headphones will fix it, but…oh god, please don’t make me describe my trauma.” 

He shivered in the cold December air, and that’s when you realized that he didn’t have shoes on and the only clothes protecting him from the wind were his threadbare sleep shirt and equally frayed plaid pajama pants. All in all, he looked like a little puppy, trembling from the cold and without a place to sleep for the night.

You were no monster; there had been enough nights in your life as a roommate where you wish you didn’t have ears at all that you recognized and acknowledged his pain, but the thing was, you weren’t sure what he wanted you to do about it.

“I won’t. But I..sorry, I’m just not sure what this has to do with me.”

Trying to make it as gentle as possible so that you didn’t put him off, there was really no roundabout way to go about the question. Especially not when its answer would get you both out of the cold.

Jake furrowed his brows in confusion. “Oh. Sorry, I just thought, you know, maybe I could use your guest room? I mean, if you’re comfortable with that,” he said quickly. “We’ve been neighbors for a couple years now, but I don’t want to assume anything. I would rather ask and get rejected though, than try than have to deal with that,” he said venomously, looking back at his place with that same pronounced frown on his face.

You appreciated his attempts to make it your decision but, again, there was just one problem. “I don’t have a guest room,” you explained, grimacing as his face fell. The situation must have been dire if he was that downtrodden after finding out that your second bedroom was an office since…well, since it was just you living there. “But…my couch does double as a futon. It’s not super comfortable, but if you wanted to crash there, I guess, feel free.”

Pure relief spread across his features, and you opened the door wider to allow him in, cursing yourself for not just bringing him in at the beginning and saving you both some body heat. “Anything,” he muttered, quite seriously.  “Literally anything else but what I was dealing with over there. She sounded like a fucking banshee giving birth. And there’s no way my hobbit brother is that good with his dick.”

You snorted, retrieving some sheets from a bin in your hallway closet. “Your hobbit brother… that’s also your twin? That one?” Jake bobbled his head, but didn’t say anything as he began to tug at the back of the couch to free the bed. “Also, it doesn’t have to be his dick,” you pointed out, but Jake shook his head violently at your revelation.

“No. No, no, nope, no thank you I am finished thinking about that twerp in any way, shape, or form for the night.” His words were less convincing when they shook like a dog’s growl as it played tug o’ war. He seemed to be losing the fight with the couch, and you stood there, shamelessly admiring his form in half-amusement and half-serious appreciation.

He had a backside that was better than yours, and after all the years of being ogled at by men as you went about your daily tasks, you figured the universe could look away this one time.

“Oh shit!” he yelped, falling back on that perfect ass as the couch came half-loose with a pop, a grind, and then the tinkle of tiny, flimsy metal screws hitting your floor.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, staring at your mutilated couch that was now propped up on one end and slanted in a way you were certain it wasn’t supposed to slant. And didn’t seem all too eager to go either back down or all the way out, no matter how much you half-heartedly pushed at it.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” Jake said defeatedly after a moment. The apology was clear in his voice, and you knew this was bound to happen sooner or later; the couch was, after all, a remnant from your college days. Even then, it had been a curbside find that you and your roommate had tied to the roof of your car with borrowed bungee cords. “I’ll buy you a new couch.”

While you wouldn’t decline the help, it obviously wasn’t his fault entirely, so you shrugged and returned the blankets to their place in the closet. “Don’t beat yourself up for it. Contribute a fourth of the cost to a discount couch from Facebook Marketplace and I’ll let you off the hook, destructo,” you joked, turning around to face him again. Now that the couch option was gone, Jake was clearly unsure of where he stood, staying at your place.

“Your bed doesn’t happen to be a bunk bed, right?” he asked dryly, knowing that it wasn’t from the very few times he’d seen it. It got a small chuckle out of you as you thought about your options, considering a few different solutions when Jake sped the process up. “Well, sorry to bother you, Y/N. Thanks for letting me almost-crash here. I’m gonna…go bash my brains out.”

It was obvious he wasn’t fishing for anything else – he was genuinely expecting to go back to his flat of sin without another thought to finding a different solution, but you quickly took the few steps to get to him before he took off and met his questioning gaze. “Wait, Jake. Just…it’s late. Stay here, we can share the bed.”

Neighbor friends could totally innocently share a bed. Call it the proverbial cup of sugar. 

His eyes grew saucer-wide, and he jerked his head back slightly at the suggestion as if you’d just proposed he buy a leather flogger and build a dungeon. “Are you sure?”

You looked at him, completely deadpanned. The late hour was getting to you, and you just wanted to make it to bed before the sun came up again. “No, I was pulling your chain.” Jake smiled sheepishly as you continued, “Yes, dumbass, I’m sure. I offered, after all. And in the name of complete platonic-ness, either join me in bed or sleep in the street. Up to you.”

He obviously chose to follow you into your bedroom, and since both of you were already in your pjs, you slipped under the blankets as if it was the most natural thing ever. “Thank you again, Y/N,” Jake whispered, once you’d flicked the lamp off. 

“I’d say any time, Jake, but if you wake me up at this god-forbidden hour again because your brother is having sex, I’ll move.”

You heard his huff of laughter at your empty threat and you smiled, too, already starting to drift into that hazy state between sleep and consciousness. The fan and low brown noise you had playing from phone was enough to drown out the strangeness of someone else in the room with you – the extra intakes and exhales of breath, the scratch of blankets, the dip of the mattress – and you would have been totally content to fall asleep then.

If it weren’t for Jake’s incessant moving. 

The first time he shifted, it was fine – didn’t even register. But then he rolled over again. And again. And again.

“Jake,” you groaned, flopping your hand behind you without a care for where it landed. “Stop fucking moving.”

“Sorry,” he responded softly, voice a little higher than normal.

That would have been that, but then it wasn’t rolling over, but he was obviously still moving, and you could feel it. You might have had a Queen-sized mattress, but that didn’t mean you weren’t unconsciously hyper-aware of someone else in your bed when you were used to sleeping alone.

“Oh my god, Jake,” you exclaimed exasperatedly, turning your lamp on and abruptly rolling over to see just what the problem was. “What is wrong? Are you sleeping on a pea or something, princess?”

In the dim light from the wax melter candle plugged into your wall, Jake stiffened, and he didn’t answer.

Thinking your words came out too harshly, you sighed. “Sorry. I’m not mad, I’m just trying to sleep. Seriously, though, what’s wrong? Do you need to cuddle to get to dreamland or something?” you joked lightly in an attempt to clear the air.

“That wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Jake’s answer was so soft, you nearly didn’t hear him. But once his words registered, you furrowed your brow, confused and a little offended that he couldn’t even crack a joke back, because now you felt a little embarrassed of your joking suggestion. “Okay. Because one of us is a ticking time bomb or something? I wasn’t being serious, Jake.”

The offense must have shown through your thinly-veiled attempt to hide it, because Jake was silent for a second, and then croaked out, “I wouldn’t want you to hate me.”

Now laying down again, facing away, your confusion outgrew your offense, and once again, you rolled over, seeing that Jake had remained stiff as a board with his back to you. “Why would I hate you?” you asked genuinely, less edge to your voice.

But Jake didn’t answer. Didn’t have to, because when he shifted again, the movement originating from his hips and obviously something Jake was trying to suppress. You finally took in the way he was scrunched up, knees pulled to his chest and arms tucked where you couldn’t see them. You recognized that position, from one past boyfriend that always seemed to get an erection at the worst possible times.

“Are you…” you let the sentence trail off, and Jake sighed out a shaky breath.

“I’m not a creep, I promise,” he said with conviction, if a little shakily. Out of nerves, arousal, or fear, you didn’t know, but you felt bad for him all the same.

Sometimes it happened – you knew that. It was basic anatomy. It was also basic anatomy to understand why the blankets started feeling a little warmer, and why you began to get the same impulse to shift your hips as Jake seemingly had. There was a very attractive man in your bed, hard and a little vulnerable because of it, that you admittedly had experienced fleeting thoughts of desire for.

“Jake,” you said softly, breaking the tense silence. “I don’t think you’re a creep. And I also don’t want you to think I’m a creep.”

Jake peeked over his shoulder at you, straining his neck to catch a glimpse. “What? Why would I? I’m the one who got in your bed and– and fucking immediately got an erection.”

“Mmmhh,” you hummed, acknowledging the truth of his statement. “But I’m the one who’s having filthy thoughts about it.” When you heard his swallow harshly, you delivered the final blow. “And I’m the one about to offer to help you take care of it. If you want, of course,” you assured lowly. “If not, you can use the bathroom and we’ll never speak of it again.”

You waited on bated breath for Jake’s response, and he finally responded, his voice breaking in the middle of the word, “Please.”

Excitement lit up your extremities, and you tingled with a newly-found energy as you rubbed your thighs together, your body’s natural response now magnified tenfold with the promise of action. “Thank you Jesus,” you breathed, waiting for Jake to turn around. “Come on, Jake. Show me what we’ve got.”

He hadn’t so much as touched his shoulder blade to the mattress when you pushed the covers off, licking your lips at the tent in his pants. “Are you sure I’m not dreaming?” Jake asked, watching you watch him with a predatory gleam in your eye. “Because I’m pretty sure this has happened before, but I woke up with a mess to clean in the end. It wasn’t fun.”

You chuckled and gently put your hand to his cheek. “I dunno. Does this feel real to you?” You planted your hands on his chest and swung your leg over his hip. Once you settled your weight over his cock, a broken noise escaped his lips, and his hands came up to rest shakily on your thighs, flexing up into the friction. “Feels pretty real to me.”

“Pretty damn real,” he repeated, gulping down air and squeezing his eyes shut.

Shifting your hips so as not to torture the poor man, you watched him accept your gifts, and eventually his face relaxed as he let you work. “Good. I have to ask, though: what got you so worked up in the first place?”

Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to peel your shirt off, not when you wanted an answer. But the unwavering attention that Jake payed the slight sway of your breasts, moving with the little shifts of your body, was a suitable second prize. You upped the stakes again, though, splaying your hands out under his shirt and working it off, as well. The growing wetness between your legs was already beginning to demand more, and you didn’t intend to keep either of you waiting for long.

So instead of insisting on an answer, you got off and relished in the small whine that came from the man who blinked sluggishly at the loss of your weight and heat against him. But when you unceremoniously stripped your pants off and then smacked his hands away from his own drawstrings, you said, “No. My house, my rules, Jake. And the rule here is that I get to unwrap all the gifts you’ve brought me tonight. Such a good guest,” you cooed, dragging his plaid pants down until his cock sprung back up, bobbing with a shiny tip that was begging to be sucked.

Not one to keep yourself from what you wanted, you bent down and thumbed across the skin of his hip at the taste of salty precum, spreading across your tongue as you swiped and swirled it around his head, pulling off with a pop as soon as he gasped and bucked his hips up. “Please don’t stop,” he asked, so polite even worked up as he was.

“But you never answered my question,” you laughed with a shake of your head, mounting him again and spreading your cunt so that you could rub your clit along the length of his cock for your own relief. He moaned quietly and took what you gave him, no attempts to change the pace, the pressure, the movement – nothing. “You’ve been so good for me otherwise, Jakey. Answer me, and then I’ll get you all suited up so that I can fuck you. Get you the good relief you deserve.” He struggled to keep his volume down, but you saw the way his lips trembled. “What got you so worked up?”

He was apparently more desperate than he let on, though, because when he was able to find his voice, it was a weak little whimper that sent another wave of arousal through you; so much that it made your head spin with want. “The sheets,” he whined, fisting them in his palms. “They…they smell like you. And when you— you…” 

With your grinding becoming nearly too slippery to continue, you knew you had to fuck him soon before he came from this alone. “When I what?” you asked, climbing off of him to retrieve a condom.

You wiped him off for safety and then made sure the latex was securely on before you poised him at your entrance, waiting for his final answer.

Jake watched your with hooded, hazy eyes, desperation written out on his features. “I liked it when you called me princess,” he admitted quietly.

You smiled victoriously, sinking down on him until his balls were pressed against your ass in one go, and you felt him twitch inside of you. “That’s so sexy, princess,” you admitted. “Thank you for telling me.” Your eyes closed as you stretched yourself out on his cock, beginning to bounce on him. The resulting audio was almost better than the visual. You wouldn’t have pegged Jake as one to beg in bed, but he had been brushing off all the subconscious labels you’d attached to him since arriving.

“Holy shit,Y/N, oh god, your pussy is–” he cut himself off with a grunt as you slid your hands up his arms to his wrists to pin his hands to bed, watching as he immediately clutched at the pillows above where they lay, immovable with your weight resting on them. “Hold me down,” he cried out. “I– ah-h– please, please, please, fuck me harder,” he whined, shifting his hips up as you came down, the explicit sounds of skin meeting skin slapping out into the silence. 

“Yeah?” you panted, loving the way you had front-row seats to every face his features morphed into as you experimented with him – taking notes of what made him tick. “You like it when you can’t move, princess? When you can only lay there and take it?”

He nodded, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you lurched forward on your thrust down, taking him for the ride of his life. “I’ll take anything you give me, beautiful,” he breathed, straining against your hold as he got closer to finishing. “I don’t mind it a little rough.”

“Good to know.” You leaned down and let your hips slowly grind in circles as you pinched the skin where his neck met his shoulder between your lips, nipping it before saying, “Keep your hands there, and don’t make me tell you twice.”

Jake agreed willingly. “Anything.”

Your nails scraped lightly down the undersides of his arms to his chest, where you dug them in to make little crescent marks and continued your quest to make him cum harder than he ever had before. “Fuck,” you moaned on an exhale, trying to find your own g-spot with Jake’s dick. “You’re so good for me. Who knew that Jake Kiszka, rockstar extraordinaire, was such a whiny little princess in bed?” you chuckled, looking down at his red face, his shiny, open lips, his hooded eyes, looking at you like you hung the moon. Just to drive the point home, you combed your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly along his scalp until you reached the back, where you tightened your grip to make Jake shout and arch back, exposing his throat to you. “That’s it,” you cooed. “Let go for me. Give it up. Cum inside me.”

He was obviously holding himself back, and he told you why when he panted out, “What about you? I wanna– I– please, please don’t make me cum yet,” he begged, squirming underneath you but still not letting his hands dip below where you’d put them and told him to stay. “I want to feel you cum with me! I don’t want to cum yet, I don’t want to be a bad fuck– I always make them cum,” he claimed, still thrashing, trying to get way from the steady pleasure tightening his balls and making him leak, getting him harder and harder and harder. “I can make you feel so good, Y/N, just let me– let me– shit, FUCK no no no no noooo—” he moaned, long and low and pitiful. 

His pleasure manifested throughout his entire body and he lost control for a second, jerking and spasming as he filled the condom to the brim. His teeth were bared as he drew breaths in to fuel the sobs and grunts that came out, his arms moved listlessly against the sheets in a sacreligious snow angel, and you could feel his legs twisting and bucking as you continued to ride him into oblivion. 

You finally slowed once a single tear fell from his eye. Wiping it away, you sucked the pad of your thumb into your mouth, watching his chest and stomach heave with a deep-seated satisfaction running through your veins. Still buzzing with excitement and arousal, you finally leaned down to kiss him, grinning as he kissed back desperately, vying for your every touch, word, and request and pliable with the desire to please you.

“So needy, Jake – crying because I wouldn’t let you help me cum. But don’t worry, princess,” you murmured, smoothing his hair back away from his fucked-out face. “I still intend to collect my pleasure. And these perfect little Cupid’s bow lips are going to get me there.”

He kissed your fingertips as you skated them across his mouth, whispering, “Thank you,” and then pushed himself up on his forearms, moving to crawl between your thighs. And as incredible as that would be to see, you stopped him with a palm in the center of his chest, pressing him down to the mattress once again. 

You shook your head. “Ah, ah. I quite like seeing you on your back for me,” you said, licking your lips. “You’re so pretty splayed out like this.”

Jake made a strangled noise and didn’t protest even for a second. “Works just fine for me, beautiful. Come here; let me show you how grateful I am for taking such good care of me tonight.”

He tugged at your hip and you went willingly, turning around so that you could see every shift, flex, and squirm of his body as you positioned yourself over him, hovering just above his face. You hummed. “Ready for me?” His response was to pull you down against him, and your clit throbbed as soon as it got friction again, making you sigh. “That’s it, princess, show me what that mouth can do. I want to feel how thankful you are that I let you into my bed,” you said breathlessly, starting to move and ride him again, this time higher up his body, but just as good. “That I was so understanding when you couldn’t control that cock of yours and that I used it so that you could get off.”

Even though you hadn’t established it (and you really should have), you lifted off of him when he tapped you, making sure he could breathe. But he didn’t take that time to take any deep breaths, only to say, “Don’t forget about the couch,” before licking into you again.

You smiled at his reminder, and reached back to grip his hair again. His whine traveled  throughout your pussy and made him sucking on your clit just that more enjoyable afterwards, sensitive from the vibration. He was quickly torn away from you as you bore down with more pressure, feeling your clit brush his bottom lip and then his tongue as he stuck it out for you to use for your pleasure. “You’re right. We can figure out a proper consequence later, though. You were begging to make me cum; I don’t think I should reward you for breaking my shit.”

With him manipulating that particular muscle, you quickly approached the peak you’d caught sight of while riding his dick, and you didn’t stop this time. You did, however, reach down to take his sensitive cock in your hand, roughly pumping it up and down until he cried out into your cunt, just to see him twist in overstimulated pleasure. 

“Come on, Jake, get me there, just a little bit more,” you directed, feeling your orgasm balloon inside of you. “Yes, Jake, yes, yes, yes– there you go-ooo, princess. Just what you wanted,” you keened, keeling over as you lost the strength to stay upright. You let Jake lap at you for a little while longer, shivering as he gently brought you down by avoiding your clit, but laving attention on the rest of your pussy. He cleaned you up like that, gathering all the excess slick on his tongue and swallowing it down. 

You were sure that he’d suck on you until you told him to stop, but eventually, you dismounted him, your stomach clenching as Jake made a small noise of complaint as his oral fixation was taken away. 

“Come here,” you sighed, opening your arms for him. You weren’t about to let him go to sleep without proper aftercare. It only took a small roll for Jake to plaster himself against you, legs tangling with yours, his fingers skirting across your skin as he wrapped his arms around you, and a sigh that puffed out warm against your throat as he relaxed into your embrace.

This time, when your fingers made their way to his long locks, you were gentle in petting him, softly massaging the back of his neck as your other hand rubbed comforting circles on his lower back. “I think I lied,” you said sleepily, and Jake made a questioning noise against your skin. “I think I want you to come here every time your brother has sex from now on. Okay?”

Jake placed a lazy kiss to your neck. “Is it okay if I don’t wait for Josh to sex? Who knows when the next time he gets lucky enough that someone looks down and sees him will be,” he giggled, fully aware that he was only a half-inch taller. 

You smiled, warmth spreading through your limbs. “Mmmm. Yeah, princess. You come over whenever you want to. I’ll keep the bed warm.” With one last kiss to his brow, you closed your eyes. 

Thank goodness for your shitty college couch.

~~~

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[lupinly]

sirius painting remus' scars

[ sirius black x remus lupin, 862 words ]

sirius admired remus head to toe. he was utterly infatuated with the boy who absolutely hated himself. to sirius, remus was the most ethereal being that he ever laid his eyes on. for remus, he was a coldblooded monster who was no better than everyone else.

remus cursed as he looked himself in the mirror, trying to wrap the idea around in his head of how he did this all. the amount of scars that formed on the boy’s skin were ungodly. turning around, he saw scars that ranged from new to old settling down for years to come. sirius stood in the doorway and watched remus make a fool of himself before making his presence known.

“moony? alright there?” sirius questioned, motioning towards remus who was in his own world.

startled, remus quickly put his jacket on. “yeah, ‘m alright.”

“are you still feeling down from the moon? we don’t have to meet james if you’re not up for it. matter of fact, how about it be the both of us this evening.” sirius hooked his arm around remus’ shoulder, walking side by side.

remus knew his friend wasn’t stupid. sirius always knew when his moony needed a good cheering up, and this was one of those moments.

it started with ‘breaking’ into the kitchen after the elves had left. sirius had so much he wanted to do in order to cheer his best friend up. he thought getting all of remus’ snacks would be the opener for tonight’s events.

endless ideas circled around in sirius’ head. what could make his moony feel better? he knew how remus would sometimes draw over the smallest of scars on his hands so he wouldn’t see them. it was like a bulb flickered on in his head. sirius wanted to give remus the gift of not having to worry about the look of his skin, just for one night.

“it’s almost midnight, pads, what else do you have planned out?” remus yawned.

“one more thing, and you don’t have to agree.” the words intrigued him. "lily got these from her holiday and i just so happened to borrow some watercolor and brushes.” sirius held the metal box that contained an assortment of watercolors and a tin that had a couple brushes.

“so.. you want me to paint?” remus looked at him confused. “sirius, we're going to make a mess and we both know i'm going to clean it up while you watch.” he complained.

sirius shook his head. “think of it as if we were the canvas, our skin. i want you to see the way i see you, vise versa.”

“okay,” remus managed to get out.

on the inside, remus had the annoying feeling of butterflies swarming around in his stomach. on the outside, he was scared. of course, sirius had seen his scars before, everyone had, but this was more than just seeing them.

remus watched as the boy transformed their shared dorm into a mini art studio of sorts. a white sheet laid on the middle of the floor with the color palettes scattered around it.

remus shrugged off his jacket and laid it aside. he watched sirius rummage through his trunk for god knows what. “change into something other than your uniform, wouldn’t want to go to classes with green paint on your jumper.” sirius chuckled, his voice muffled.

semus sat on the floor, pulling his favorite blanket down with him. while he waited for sirius, he tested out the colors on his hand that he liked the most.

“okay.” sirius said. “do you want me to go first?” he asked. remus nodded.

remus painted with delicacy. he chose different colors that he personally thought suited sirius’ skin or furthermore, what he thought sirius’ favorite colors were. he went with a combination of both.

sirius was in awe from the work that remus had done. he had gorgeous marks of earthy tones going up and down his arms, marks of blue and white trailing up his back, and lastly, a small sun that was accompanied by a full moon.

“wow. remus- this is incredible. i knew you were talented but this,” sirius looked in the mirror. “you did amazing.”

a smile grew on remus’ face. “you really think so?”

“are you kidding me? hell yeah.” sirius reassured him.

It was now sirius’ turn to paint. remus had done so well on him that he was nowhere near as confident in his drawing skills as he once was.

sirius dipped the brush into the tin and onto the color palette. unsure of the colors he wanted to choose, he decided to ask the boy himself what he wanted to be painted on him. “flowers. I think that would be nice.”

he started on remus’ back. it held the largest scars, the ones remus was terrified of. sirius chose a variety of colors and started to plan out his creation. after drying, he began working down remus’ body, not missing a single speck that the boy hated on his skin.

“moony?” sirius asked softly.

“yeah?”

“i think you look beautiful with or without your scars.”

i saw a quote of "no thoughts, just sirius painting remus' scars" from another tumblr page that i cant find anymore but!! first little fic xx

++ i normally don't write character x character but the quote was so cute i had to bring it to life

[ LUPINLY]

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Okay, I'm sorry, but I gotta know. Not now, but one day off into the distant future perhaps.

What do you think would deeply touch or even just fluster (in a good way) each of the Dorfs? (Because I'm an obsessed romantic. I own up to my flaws.)

Just something that would get each of them to go all moony-eyed & think to himself, "I'm going to make this woman my queen."

Like, obviously, each one would be different, but I'm just very curious.

Ooo thats a good question! To be honest, I don't see any of the dorfs really getting moony eyed or flustered just because of the core personality of Ganondorfs (they too stony, grumpy, and harsh tbh)

-though I do see Windwaker Ganondorf being softer, maybe a hidden romantic himself. He's got that melancholic, sad old man vibes. He would totally get soft for someone who would tell stories of old Hyrule, perhaps if he saw them make an old recipe or hand make a cloth with symbols of the Gerudo. It would make him imagine a more romantic life with them. I did ask ChatGPT however and here is what they came up with:

Given the different personalities of the Ganondorfs from "The Legend of Zelda" series, each would be deeply touched or flustered by specific actions or qualities that align with their individual characteristics. Here’s what might make each Ganondorf go all moony-eyed and determined to make the woman his queen:

Ganondorf from "The Wind Waker"

Reflective and Melancholic:

Deep Connection: Sharing a moment of deep introspection about their lives, dreams, and the hardships they've faced would touch him profoundly. If she demonstrates a genuine understanding of his melancholic nature and offers comfort without judgment, it would mean a lot to him.

Cultural Appreciation: If she shows a heartfelt appreciation for Gerudo culture and history, perhaps by performing a traditional Gerudo dance or singing an ancient song, it would deeply move him.

Moment: One evening, she softly sings a Gerudo lullaby, a song from his homeland, while looking out over the ocean with him. Her voice, filled with emotion and understanding, would make him realize how much she means to him.

Quote: "In a world filled with darkness, you bring a light I never thought I'd see again. You are the queen I never knew I needed."

Ganondorf from "Ocarina of Time"

Proud and Domineering:

Unwavering Loyalty: Demonstrating unwavering loyalty in a moment of crisis, where she stands by his side against all odds and without hesitation, would deeply touch him. Her ability to match his strength and determination would make him see her as his equal.

Recognition of His Power: If she openly admires his power and ambitions, expressing a desire to rule alongside him and help him achieve his goals, it would appeal to his pride.

Moment: During a fierce battle, she fights valiantly beside him, taking down enemies with unmatched skill. Afterwards, she looks at him with fierce determination and says, "Together, there's nothing we can't conquer."

Quote: "In you, I see my equal, my partner in conquest. With you by my side, I am unstoppable. You shall be my queen."

Ganondorf from "Twilight Princess"

Ruthless and Calculating:

Strategic Brilliance: Demonstrating a keen strategic mind and coming up with a plan that outsmarts their enemies in a critical moment would earn his respect and admiration. Her ability to see through complex situations and provide insightful solutions would touch him deeply.

Shared Ambitions: If she articulates a shared vision for their future, showing that her ambitions align with his, and that she is willing to be as ruthless as necessary to achieve them, it would impress him greatly.

Moment: During a council meeting, she presents a brilliant strategy that turns the tide of a looming conflict, impressing all present. Later, in private, she looks into his eyes and says, "Together, we can achieve anything. I believe in our shared destiny."

Quote: "Your mind is as sharp as your blade. With you, I see a future where we can achieve greatness. You will be my queen, and we will shape the world together."

Ganondorf from "Hyrule Warriors"

Aggressive and Assertive:

Warrior Spirit: Showing incredible bravery and skill in battle, fighting alongside him with fierce determination, would touch him deeply. Her ability to hold her own and even save him in a critical moment would earn his admiration.

Boldness and Confidence: If she boldly declares her intentions and admiration for him, displaying confidence and a strong will, it would resonate with his assertive nature.

Moment: In the heat of battle, she saves him from an ambush, standing back-to-back with him as they fend off enemies together. After the fight, she looks him in the eye, with a confident smile, and says, "Together, we're unstoppable."

Quote: "Your strength and bravery match my own. You fight with the heart of a true warrior. You shall be my queen, and together, we will conquer all."

Summary

Wind Waker Ganondorf: Deeply touched by cultural appreciation and emotional understanding, making him realize her unique value.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: Flustered by unwavering loyalty and shared ambitions, seeing her as his equal in power and determination.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: Impressed by strategic brilliance and shared ruthless ambitions, recognizing her as a key ally in achieving greatness.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: Admiring boldness and warrior spirit, appreciating her bravery and strength in battle as a perfect match for his own.

Each Ganondorf’s reaction reflects his personality, emphasizing what would touch him deeply and make him see the woman as his queen, combining admiration, strategic thinking, and the inherent challenges of dealing with a partner who matches his power and intelligence.

[shostakobitchh]

I was down the HP wiki universe rabbit hole and was wondering besides main canon events, have you had thoughts of incorporating outside details such as the other wizarding schools besides those in Book 4 (the Japanese one, African, American, etc.). I just read that they do a potions competition every 7 years between all 11 schools (1988, 1995, …)

Or as a music professional, having Ariel join the Hogwarts symphony or Frog choir (imagine having a hidden talent) despite fighting off a deranged madman. Reading about the HP world outside of Harry made me realise how expansive the universe is.

prooooobably not because I genuinely believe the triwizard tournament was really stupid; if not-moony was going to kidnap harry via portkey…. why didn’t he do it like way earlier? why did he wait for an entire tournament where harry could’ve been killed… when they NEEDED him for voldemort’s potion??? maybe this was all explained bc I haven’t read through GoF in ages but like wtf? this is part of why I’m not looking forward to GoF, none of it makes SENSE.

rant over, ANYWAY

I plan on doing a lot with the potions thing going forward; ariel stared gearing up this past year brewing illegally; part of it is because she’s trying to impress snape and the other half is like, an actual talent for it. I’d like to see her taking more of the academic opportunities that harry didn’t seem to care for. i get why he didn’t but I think having hermione as her #2 and snape as a teacher/father will guide her more into being more rigorous with studies. I can’t say a whole lot because spoilers/haven’t fully fleshed stuff out but I’m trying to figure out how to make ariel snape’s apprentice without any backlash LOL.

personal self-inflicted headcanon is that ariel is a fabulous cello player but as an orchestra teacher the ideal age to start is like 6-8 if not earlier and since Ariel is 11 at the start of hogwarts i’m like “nope too late she’s past that sweet spot!”

I do have some world-building stuff I’d love to share but there’s a whole area that if kinda ooc and I want to keep it under wraps until the big reveal. it changed the entire plot for hbp and a large chunk of dh so i’m kinda holding off but will get there!