#she stands on top of magic lily pads

[steamsacnhstuff]

A magical room for Diana

Second floor: x

[eljeebee]

“Woah…”

Lavender was brought by the Seekers and Kashvi to a place called the Omiscan Royal Baths. It doesn’t look like royal anymore, as it is in ruin. It now looks like just a pool, with a pathway in the middle leading to a smaller pool. Was it a fountain before? She doesn’t know. The pool accumulated algae and had grown lily pads.

Are they seriously going to let her swim in there? It looks dirty, and Watcher forgive her, full of bacteria. Won’t it stain the robes they gave her that she’s now wearing?

Iris let out a huff, Mata chuckled.

Ah yes. They could hear her thoughts.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to let you swim in the larger parts of the pool,” Mata said.

Iris gestured at the smaller pool in the middle. Lavender hummed. Alright…

“What exactly are we here for?” Lavender asked.

“A rite of passage,” Mata explained. “Every Watcher-touched person had held a ceremony–big or small–here in the Omiscan Royal Baths.”

Iris nodded. “Mata and I were given a ceremony by Kashvi’s family.”

“And I was given a ceremony too,” Kashvi said, smiling. “A big one – a royal one. I was a princess and was selected to be the Babaylan. I, too, was given the rites here.”

Mata nodded at the memory. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”

Iris agreed, “Indeed it is.”

Lavender stared at the mini pool below her. She imagined Kashvi in royal robes, probably a more extravagant one than what the ancient vampire is currently wearing, with an equally extravagant headdress, surrounded by her people, watching her get baptized in the royal baths. She imagined Kashvi stepping in the pool, with priests and priestesses surrounding her, singing and reciting their chants or something.

She, too, would listen to these chants, recited by Kashvi and the Seekers. She would be baptized in the white robes that the Seekers had lent her, symbolizing that she is now touched by the Watcher.

“As preparation for the Gift, it is natural that you will be given a rite of passage,” Iris said, “We are here to witness it all.”

Kashvi held out a hand, “Come.”

“Goddess Omisca, our true Watcher…”

“Here stands Lavender Lee, daughter of the Magic Realm, bearer of your plumbob mark…”

“Who awaits your blessed touch of your gracious sacred hand.”

Lavender imitated them, hands together, looking up at the starry sky.

“You gave her the magic…”

“You gave her the connection to your Seekers…”

“And now you will be giving her a portion of your power.”

Kashvi then said, “O Goddess, we ask for your hand…”

“Your kindhearted holy hand,” Mata continued.

“Your touch to give her the strength to bear the weight of your Gift,” Iris finished.

In unison, the three said, “Guide her, O Goddess.”

Lavender shivered. It got cold. Like real cold. Chilly, even. And it never gets chilly at night in the jungle. Just cool. Cool air to cool the humid skin.

She looked at her companions. They stood there, eyes closed, and so she did.

She felt a warm hand touch the top of her head.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some imp headcanons, because I’m thinking about the little guys. Let’s go.

-Dew is always scampering here and there trying to find new locations in the abbey to explore when he isn’t in his usual humanoid form. Being the smallest of the imps, he’s able to squeeze his way into various cracks and crevices that the others cannot, save for Rain, who is aided by a healthy dose of self produced slime.

He tends to run around on all fours while in his imp form, but occasionally stands up on his hind legs, making him look like a weird little alien creature every time.

-Rain, like Dew, is very explorative when he’s in his imp form, but his adventures usually involve finding the deepest, dankest parts of the abbey to snooze in, which is actually how the church has been finding and fixing various leaky pipes and mold problems for the last few years.

If he can’t find a place inside to nap, he’ll find a pond and cover himself with lily pads so he can drift along without being seen.

-Aether uses his imp form almost exclusively to maximize his own healing/recovery time, but he’s also recently discovered he can use his purrs while in imp form to spread quintessence magic to other people if he’s laying on top of them.

-Cumulus carries Cirrus around in her floof while they’re both in imp form, and it basically looks like she has a bright blue spot on her fluff when Cirrus is nestled in there.

And lastly;

-Mountain has an unexplainable need to collect mushrooms when he’s in his imp form, and even he isn’t sure why.

After he’s been bathed and returned to normal, he can almost guarantee that his bed will be full of mushrooms for no reason whatsoever.

[maggicktouched]

Headcanon: The Tandy Estate

Nestled in the idyllic Swedish countryside is a dirt path that winds down through a valley and ends at an enormous set of iron gates. Beyond those gates, any human would say, is nothing but a field, but when they are opened by a witch, they become a portal to a new world entirely. Through the gates a road appears to wind through valleys and up mountainsides and into forests so tall and ancient that even the air is otherworldly. All manner of creatures, magical and otherwise, roam the witch wilds that the Foxes call their ancestral home; even creatures deemed extinct by thousands of years still thrive in this place. And while the road stretches out ever ahead, if you glance in the mirror behind you, you’ll find it has dissolved entirely.

The wilderness there is old and unaltered by human and witch hands alike. Outside of cities or farmlands, nature is left in peace and greatly respected by the witches that live there. And seated deep in the heart of this ancient place, is a sprawling estate.

Walls of red brick neatly fence stand high around the property, keeping it in and everything else out, and two foxes made of gold leap down from their place on the gate as if they were made of flesh and bone, to lead visitors up the many winding paths beyond and ensure they reach their destination. 

Miles upon miles of manicured gardens, orchards, and water features lie between the main house and the entrance. A large, lazy creek winds along the right side of the property. There are ponds with fanciful black swans and long, ornamental fountains with lily pads as large as a man and water that dances in strictly timed intervals. Here the flowers remain in perpetual bloom, even outside of the many greenhouses, and the trees are heavy with fruit at any time of the year their mistress pleases. Further in still, where the main drive begins to branch out into multiple little roads is a stable that houses five dozen horses with manicured pastures and well-kept arenas. Beyond those stables, much too far away to see from the path up to the house, brightly colored houses make up a small village, where the staff that choose to live on-site live. 

The house---if it could even be called that---is six stories high at its highest point, and two at its lowest. It too is made of red brick, with mortar so white it stings the eyes to look at. Its roof is an emerald green. It has more rooms inside than any sensible person could ever use, better yet the singular person who still remains there.

Linnea Tandy, the youngest and only surviving child of Ida and Thorald Tandy’s nine children, inherited the estate upon the death of her twin sister Lovisa, who was only seconds older than she. Lovisa had kept the home for two years, and died defending it when the estate was attacked in the middle of the War of the Twin Flowers. She was one of a hundred lives taken that evening, and the ancestral home was set ablaze. Much of it was destroyed, only to be rebuilt by Linnea after the war was over. 

Most everything in the home is powered by magic. Lights, temperature, appliances, they are all either operated manually or by spellcraft. Much of this magic is simply imbedded into the walls of the place. Hundreds of years of Tandys tending to the home have, in some way, brought it to life, and it heeds to the will of its mistress. However more still is added by Linnea herself, and by the many members of staff employed to help keep the place clean and in running order.

There are dozens upon dozens of rooms and bathrooms. There are saunas and pools and gardens inside and out. It has two large kitchens and four large dining halls, as well as a ballroom, but Linnea’s prized addition is the tallest room in the house. The atrium is full of flowers and plants, and a golden cage that reaches up six stories, to the very top of the house. The habitat is large enough for a handful of small, ornamental trees and a little pond with koi in it, but what she is most fond of is her birds. 

Mourning Criers are a beautiful, bird with dark, iridescent plumage and long tails of silver feathers. Their song is so powerful and enchanting, it can be collected into certain crystals and metals, and used in spells. Their feathers, and more specifically the residue on those feathers, can be used in a wide variety of alchemical purposes. She keeps nearly fifty of these pheasant-sized birds in this enclosure, and three times a day they fill the halls with their haunting music, and stare out of the bars of the cage with eyes that know too much. Because mourning criers are not bred, but made from people into these haunting beasts.

Though the Foxes are not, technically controlled by Linnea any longer (that mantle fell to her daughter and then Fenris, her grandson, upon Elea’s death), the estate is still seen as the seat of the Foxes. And in it, the mistress of the home still carries a deadly amount of power. 

[up-to-some-good]

Suprise

Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - December 7th: Bang Bang

Early December 1981

In previous years, a series of loud bangs emitting from the door would have Remus drawing his wand and blasting his way into the apartment. With the war behind them, however, the noises only made Remus hang his head and sigh, wondering if he shouldn’t just go to Godric’s Hollow and have a peaceful tea with Lily. It had been a tough day, though, and the only person he really wanted to see was Sirius, so he braced himself and walked into the apartment.

Fortunately, nothing was on fire or obviously wrong. The scent of garlic and rosemary was drifting from the kitchen, accompanying the crashing noise and the now-audible noise of Sirius cursing at whatever he was doing.

Remus had to pause for a moment at the kitchen doorway when he caught sight of his boyfriend. Sirius was standing in his socks on top of the counter, reaching for the biggest pot they owned. His hair was tied back haphazardly with his wand, and he was wearing Hope’s bright purple floral apron over his usual ripped jeans and band t-shirt. The source of noise was apparent immediately, as various pots which had previously been in front of the one Sirius wanted were scattered on the floor, having been discarded during his search.

Sirius started as Remus cleared his throat and smiled up at him from the doorway. Recovering quickly, he grabbed the pot and jumped off the counter, setting it down before pulling Remus into a hug.

“Welcome home, love. How was your day?”

“Bad,” Remus answered quickly as Sirius moved away to check something in the oven. “What are you doing?”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, not even a little,” Remus laughed. “I would like to talk about what you’re doing and why there are pots all over the floor when you could have used magic to get the one you needed.”

Sirius blushed as the other man gestured to the chaos that had befallen their kitchen. He quickly pulled his wand from his hair and sent the pots back to their rightful place.

“I’m cooking,” Sirius answered quietly. “You know I like to do things by hand, so I just kind of forgot to use magic for the pot.”

Still blushing, he quickly turned back to the stove and started adding what seemed like copious amounts of vegetables to the pot with some water and salt. Remus took a step forward to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist from behind.

“Is there a reason that you, a man who just yesterday asked me if you really need water to cook pasta, are cooking enough food to feed the entire Order?”

Sirius turned around and buried his head in Remus’s chest, mumbling something inaudible.

“Can you repeat that, Pads? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he chuckled.

“I’m practising for Christmas!” Sirius burst out, lifting his head enough to make the words audible, while still resting his forehead against Remus’s collarbone to avoid eye contact.

“Pads, why on earth do you need to practise for Christmas? Lily always cooks for everyone, and she’ll be delighted to have guests now that she’s allowed to.”

 Instead of explaining, Sirius pulled away and walked briskly to the living room. He returned before Remus could follow and held out a piece of parchment to his partner.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “They were going to do it over drinks tonight, but Lily should know better than to ask me to keep a secret.”

Confused, Remus opened the letter.

Dear Sirius

I have a big favour to ask you, but you’ll need a bit of backstory first, so I hope you don’t mind the slightly long letter.

I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days, just endlessly nauseous and exhausted, so James suggested we go to Poppy for help. She had a suggestion for us, and it turns out that she was right.

I’m pregnant, about one month along!

Harry is over the moon that he’s going to be a big brother, and James is already picking out paint for the nursery, but I have a slightly more urgent concern: Christmas. With how sick I’ve been feeling, I won’t be able to cook the meal this year. Just the thought of the smell of all that rich food makes me feel ill. Do you think you could do it instead?

You can use our kitchen, of course, and any of my recipes that you may need, but I know you have Effie’s recipes too, and I think James would be so pleased to have some of his mother’s cooking.

Let me know?

I do also have a second ask: please don’t tell Remus yet! We’ll see you both for drinks tonight, but we’d like to tell him ourselves and ask him to be the godfather.

All my love,

Lily

Remus eyes were stinging by the end of it. He looked up to see Sirius smiling gently at him.

“This is real?” he asked. “They’re having another baby?”

Sirius nodded.

“And they want me to be the godfather?”

“Of course they do, Moons.”

Remus pulled Sirius into his arms, picking him up and spinning him around, both of them laughing and crying.

“What can I do to help? Can I peel potatoes? Carrots? What do you need?”

Sirius tilted Remus’s head down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before answering.

“Do me a favour?”

Remus nodded quickly.

“Just act surprised.”

[arianatwycross]

You’ve got me stuck on the thought of you

A quick one this month for @jilychallenge

“You got me stuck on the thought of you” Sunroof by Nicky Youre and dazy.

location: hogwarts kitchens

partner:  @moony-to-ur-pads

“Lily?”

Her name. Her first name, at that. No one else could speak her name and illicit such a reaction from her – goosebumps rise on the backs of her arms, her heart shudders in her chest. Why is he here?

She turns on the spot, spoon in hand.

“James?”

Its not the first time she’s greeted him with his first name, but he acts like it is, he smiles wide enough that his eyes crinkle behind his glasses, his cheeks pink.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen fully. She notices him tuck a cloak of some sort under his arm, his hair is a little more dishevelled than usual – the picture of mischief.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing? Party not rowdy enough for you? Or did you come searching for more butterbeer?” She jokes, raising an eyebrow. She swivels back to the stove top, twirls her spoon in the chocolate, the sweetness wafts around the large kitchen – a testament to her dad’s famous hot chocolate recipe.

“I – I uh, didn’t come, I mean – I needed to get out of there.” He stutters, unusual for him but Lily ignores the temptation to prod him about it and instead continues to stir the chocolate.

“What are you making?” he asks. She can hear him move closer to her; her spine straightens – too aware of his body being so near hers.

“Hot chocolate – my dad’s recipe.”

“Is that why you’re not using magic?” He points to her stirring, now standing to her left, watching her stir the rich chocolate around the pot.

“I like the process without magic…” Lily admits.

They stand in silence, but it’s not stilted – anymore. The two of them are different – there’s no head butting between them anymore, the harsh tension from the last few years lifted – a new tension replacing it.

“Lily...” James almost warns.

She stops her stirring, watching the chocolate swirl gently to a stop, breathes the chocolatey aroma in and then breaths out steadily to face James properly.

“I was looking for you.” He admits softly, his tone gentle and quiet – reserved but prodding, a contradictory to his usual cadence.

“James, please.” She begs him, looking at him in the eyes finally, catching the glimmer of sympathy behind his specs. She has to look up to meet his gaze, his tall frame so close, he towers over her.

He peels her hand off the spoon, knots his fingers between hers.

“Don’t.” She whispers, but she doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t tear herself away. He’s too close, and he smells too familiar – it’s a comfort on a bad day.

“Why did you run away?” He asks, his fingers gently squeezing hers.

She can’t look away now. He’s always trapping her like this, has recently been able to catch her attention and not let her go. She almost hates him for it.

“James, please.” She whispers.

He lets go of her hand and she feels the absence of his warmth like a stab to the heart. She prepares for him to finally, finally let her go but instead he steps closer, brings his palm to her cheek.

“Lily, you have to realise by now.”

She scrunches up her nose, “What?”

“It’s only you.”

She gulps down his words, mouth dry and eyes wide.

“But- “

“You ran away too fast to ever watch me react. I almost shoved her off my lap chasing after you. I didn’t want to push her, I asked her to get it off me. I told- “he takes a deep breath, “I told her, I had someone else on my mind. After this summer…”

She blinks.

“You should have shoved her off you,” she frowns, picturing the way Felicity draped herself across James’s lap in the common room just minutes before she fled. The girls’ eyes alight with humour, James polite and his hand on her arm, as if to cradle her closer. Maybe she saw wrong? Maybe he was asking her to move? Maybe the past summer did mean something to him as well?

“You – you didn’t want her on your lap?”

James moves his palm slightly, hand now on her chin, thumb brushing the corner of her lip, “No. Not her.”

“No?”

“Of course not, Lils. You’ve got me stuck on the thought of you. Only you.”

The words taste sweet, and suddenly she wants to the taste of him on her lips in replacement. Hot chocolate forgotten; she begs him with her eyes to kiss her.

“I wanna give myself to you.” He says just before his lips find hers.

“Ok”, so replies, her smile taking over the kiss, lips pressed against his, laughter following, both of them remembering the past summer – being in love.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Adventure of a Lifetime (Skyward Sword story)

Summary: Being a Hero is difficult and filled with trials. However, it isn’t all bad, and while on his quest, Link takes a moment to appreciate everything around him.

Link looked around Faron Woods in wonder. He’d never seen so much water in his life, and he’d definitely never seen it so deep before. Every time he thought he’d grasped just how much Faron had flooded the region he’d squint through the clear water’s surface and find that he was higher off the ground than he would be while standing on top of the goddess statue in Skyloft.

 Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the magical score Faron had given him. It looked like he had seventeen clusters of notes, which meant seventeen groups of tadtones. A small, irritated part of him grumbled how Faron still demanded he prove himself when he’d clearly done so earlier. An anxious, doubting part of him said it was probably for the best considering how he’d already messed up several times in his journey. He shook his head. It was time to get moving; there was no point in lingering on any of the voices swirling in his head.

 Stuffing the musical score into his pouch, Link took a deep inhale and jumped off the Great Tree. The cool water immediately invigorated him, and as the world around him took on a crystal blue hue, he immediately caught sight of a couple light blue fish whose scaly, shimmering tails were erect like little flags on poles, mimicking eighth notes on a musical score. Link saw his eyes widen and his heart rate spiked. Ah, those were tadtones!

 Swimming towards the tadtones, he saw aquatic creatures of all sort shimmying around the flooded woods. Bright, colorful scales reflected sunlight as it danced in excitable patterns through the water, casting rainbows on tree bark and rock. Tall grass and bushes that had previously served as obstacles now waved cheerfully in their weightless bliss. The tadtones Link had honed in on were swimming in circles, dodging lazily in and out of the grass.

 Link felt the water dragon’s scale glow as he shot ahead in a spin, and the tadtones in question got sucked into the little vortex he’d created. The instant they touched him, they gave a happy little hum and disappeared in a blaze of blue light, which leapt into his pouch to no doubt occupy the score he was carrying.

 Link nearly lost his breath in wonder at all of it. This… this was fun!

 His chest burned a little as his breath started to give out, and he quickly made his way to the surface. When he popped out, he heard an excited yell nearby, and twisted to see Jelyff swimming over.

 “Hero! There you are!” The leader of the Parella said as she easily reached him. “I wanted to tell you I saw a tadtone off to the north under some lily pads! I don’t know how you’ll be able to reach it, but it’s trapped, so at least it can’t get away from you!”

 Link nodded with a smile in thanks before glancing around. Based on the amount of light piercing through the cloud barrier, the sun was high in the sky, but it was most decidedly morning, so he had plenty of daylight to figure this out. He wished the sun was visible down here so he could figure out his directions easily, but his map would suffice. As he got his bearings he felt the water gently play with him, sloshing him left and right and giving his tired joints some rest. He giggled as Jelyff swam away, creating a little current that pushed him and spun him in a circle.

 Once he was oriented, Link took another breath and dove under the surface. With the scale gifted from the goddesses he could swim much faster underwater than above, so it was more efficient this way. Not to mention he could see everything around him! He’d never seen the water so alive. Parella twirled in delight at the sudden increase in their territory, singing and chasing each other. The sound was high pitched, like Kukiel’s ecstatic squeals when she ran through Skyloft or Crimson’s excited cries when they’d dive to pick up some speed. Smaller fish darted to and fro, one bumping into Link’s cheek and planting a sloppy, slimy kiss as it assumed he was edible, almost making him giggle and lose his breath entirely.

 He couldn’t wait to tell Zelda about all of this.

 Of course, not all of the water creatures were friendly. There were some bloated fish (what was it that Fi had called them? Froaks?) that had caused him trouble in the past when they’d invaded Faron’s region. A simple spin would take care of them, however, so long as he stayed away for the inevitable explosion (he’d learned after the first time, inhaling half a lung’s worth of water and being knocked into a wall was not fun).

 Weren’t there others that were bad too? Link swore he remembered one more…

 The Parellas below squeaked and swam away in a hurry. Link watched other fish flee the area as well. Senses alert, he looked around wildly but he didn’t see anything in sight.

 And then he turned around and saw a large fish with an enormous head charging right for him.

 Crap, crap, move move move move MOVE—

 Feeling his lungs freeze, Link used the scale to spin out of the way as the orange fish tore through the water he’d just occupied. Its glowing scales shifted to dark blue, allowing it to blend into the water a little bit, but its large size made it obvious.

 Okay, so he had forgotten the other fish. He’d have to ask Fi to remind him of their names. He loved learning about all the different species down here, even if it was overwhelming at times.

 More importantly, though, he needed to remember how to get rid of them.

 Well, the only way he could defend himself underwater was a spin attack. He swam above the creature and aimed for its head, and they both grunted at the impact. Link felt a little dizzy all of a sudden, missing being able to use his sword, but he saw the fish flip over, belly exposed.

 Ah, now he remembered. Spinning again, he watched the defeated creature float into the depths before he resumed his original path.

 He was starting to run out of air again. Looking upward, he smiled in delight as he spun, leaping out of the water and feeling his stomach hover in midair as the arc of his leap let him pause, like when he would fly with Crimson and be at the crescendo of a loop. The sunlight allowed through the cloud barrier kissed his skin, warming him briefly, and he laughed as gravity pushed him back into the depths.

 It didn’t take too long to reach the lily pad in question. A tiny yellow tadtone hovered around the spiky stalk of the pad, looking timid and lost. Link felt a little bad for the poor creature; maybe it had accidentally poked itself on one of the thorns and was too scared to move. Either way, he’d handled these lily pads in the ancient cistern, so he’d be able to rescue the little creature.

 Surfacing, he found a cliff he could scale. His movements felt impossibly sluggish and heavy as he walked, having grown accustomed to the water, and despite the morning sunlight, the breeze made him shiver. A bokoblin stood at the top of the cliff, and he dispatched it easily.

 Looking down, Link sized up the location of the lily pad and the best place to jump, and then he ran and leapt with careless abandon, smile reaching his eyes as the wind rushed by his ears. This wasn’t the same as sky diving, but with as much time as he had to spend on the Surface he loved every moment he could just throw himself into the air.

 The lily pad collapsed quickly under his feet and he held his breath as the entire plant flipped over in one swift motion. The little yellow tadtone didn’t have time to rush away as it tapped Link and vanished into his pouch with a little hum and a flash of light.

 Two down, fifteen to go.

 Surveying the area, Link saw Parellas and other critters swimming around and exploring their surroundings, but none held the notable tails. He suddenly realized how small those fish were and how big of an area he had to cover.

 As he considered it, the Master Sword chimed, garnering his attention.

 Curious, Link breached the surface. “Fi?”

 His sword hummed, and a magical otherworldly tune echoed around him as Fi appeared before him.

 “Master, I want to inform you that I have been able to calibrate for the tadtones. You can now dowse to seek their location.”

 Link’s face immediately brightened. This would make things much easier! “Thanks, Fi!”

 Tipping her head in acknowledgement, the sword spirit lingered a second longer, making Link almost wonder if she had more to say, when she turned back into the ball of light that allowed her to return to her resting place.

 Smiling and renewed with determination, Link drew the blade and allowed Fi to direct him as he swept over the area. He couldn’t dowse for too long while he tried to stay afloat as it was tiring, but it at least set him on the right path.

 As Link set out, Parellas swam in circles around him, singing, “Tadtones! Tadtones!”

 Looking around, he didn’t see any nearby, but he realized they were just too exuberant to contain themselves. He smiled and nodded at them and got momentarily distracted, chasing the Parellas as they danced in the water, and the currents they created let him dance as well without any effort.

 When he resumed his search, the latest tadtones, a set of eight turquoise scaly creatures, were in single file trying to escape in a flurry of wiggles. A quick spin allowed him to catch seven, but his lungs were straining at this point and he started to head for the surface when he saw the turquoise lights escape his pouch and slip back into line with the leader. He supposed that meant he had to catch them all at once. Irritated, he headed for them again, his vision blurring slightly, when the Master Sword chimed, and he relented, swimming to the surface.

 It wasn’t until he took his first gasp of air that he realized how out of breath he’d been. It took a few seconds for him to finally call to Fi, who quickly materialized in front of him.

 “Master,” she said pointedly. “You were quickly running out of oxygen. I wanted to remind you that the tadtones only have a specific area in which they are confined, and with dowsing you will be able to locate them.”

 You almost drowned. Take it easy. We have time.

 Link rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Right. Thanks, Fi.”

 Sufficiently schooled, the Skyloftian let himself rest on the water’s surface for a moment. Kikwis bounced from lily pad to lily pad, some with frantic chirps, while others were surveying the water. A fish Link didn’t recognize breached the surface with a jump that echoed the one Link had done earlier, and he suddenly wanted to spring into the air again.

 Laughing, Link held his breath and dove. Fi was right. He could take his time. It would be okay to relax today. Besides, he had so much to see! The Surface offered so many wonders, and it was nice when he had the opportunity to enjoy them.

 Overwhelming gratitude washed over him, and Link paused in the midst of his hunt to sit on one of the few perches of land available, his feet swishing in the water. He wiped the water and tears off his face and looked up at the sky.

 Thank you, Link prayed. Thank you, Din, for such beautiful natural architecture, for the mountains and seas. Thank you, Farore, for the life within it, for all the creatures and plants and beauty. Thank you, Nayru, for the harmony of all the life here. Thank you for the gifts you all gave me to help me endure this journey.

 Thank you, Hylia, for the gift of being here, of witnessing this, of being able to help.

 Thank you.

 Taking a shuddering breath, Link closed his eyes and bowed his head. He gave himself a moment to bask in the world around him, to bask in his heart and mind and the whirlwind of the two clashing, sights and sounds connecting to feelings and sensations.

 And then he opened his eyes, drawing out the Master Sword, and smiled.

 Time to get back to work.

[amphxtrite]

sirius black x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, teasing, mentions of one night stand, alcohol.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: a movie night after hooking up with your crush.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: wrote this one for the lovely @le-weasley-simp sorry it’s late love, had work today :)

hope you enjoy!

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Today was shaping up to be the worst day ever.

It all started when you woke up in Sirius Black’s bed, completely naked with him lying beside you, also wearing nothing but an elastic in his thick hair.

“Oh Godric…” You murmur, sitting up in the bed and holding your head as you try to recall what happened.

Memories of gryffindor winning the quidditch match, a party, shots of firewhiskey and a game of seven minutes in heaven begin trickling into your head. Your hands in someone's long hair, your tongue dancing with another, the feeling of being filled up over and over again and pleasure coursing all over you as you moaned out one name. ‘Sirius.’

“Fuck.” You sigh, holding your head in your hands. You managed to hook up with your best friend, and the worst part was, you liked it.

You knew you had a crush on Sirius for years, but you always thought of him as the one you could never have, now with him laying clad in nothing beside you, your emotions were all over the place, in your head, heart and the deepest part of your core.

“Y/n? Merlin, what time is it?” A low voice rasps from beside you.

“It’s only six am Sirius, you might as well go back to bed.” You mutter, trying your best not to focus on the gryffindor’s morning voice.

“What, no pet names today darling? You seemed to use them quite a bit last night.” Sirius teases, running his long digits up your arm.

“Haha, very funny Pads.” You breathe, spotting Sirius’s jumper below you and picking it up.

“No it’s true, I mean there was Padfoot, Sir, Daddy…” He drawls on, watching you playfully as you slip on his sweater.

Your face burns as the words leave his mouth and you couldn’t help but pray Sirius didn’t notice.

“Oh there’s nothing to be shy about, love.” Sirius chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back down towards him.

“Siri!” You squeak, feeling the gryffindor’s chest nuzzle into your now clothed back.

“What?” He laughs back, trying to imitate you as you turn around and roll your eyes.

A silence falls over you and while you try to break it, Sirius decides to have a little fun. Using his hand, he pulls yours over to his abdomen and holds it there as he leans in closer.

He can’t help but smile as your eyes widen to the size of saucers and your breathing quickens along with your heartbeat, only for Sirius to whisper.

“I’m getting hungry, let’s go find everyone.”

Your breathing hitches and Sirius gleefully rolls off the bed to throw on the first shirt and pants he sees.

“Yeah- sounds good.” You mumble, staggering behind him as he rummages through his closet and throws you a pair of his boxers and shorts.

“Oh Sirius, it’s okay, I can just-” Sirius cuts you off as you catch them.

“Nonsense pup, you have to let me take care of you sometimes.” He chuckles, throwing a wink in your direction as he laces up his trainers.

You can feel your entire body heat up in a mix of embarrassment and shame, embarrassed Sirius had this effect on you, and shamed because you liked it, no, you loved it.

You do your best to distract yourself from the growing feeling of need pooling between your legs as you slip on his boxer and shorts and gently push your hair back to compose yourself.

The entire day, the little shit known as Sirius Black teased you, whispering his dirty thoughts into your ear if you sat too close to him, throwing his arm around your shoulder when you walked down the halls and purposefully going to his room to change into his loose white t-shirt that cut just enough to see the top of his chest. He knew exactly what he was doing as he pulled you from behind into him and rested his chin on your shoulder. He memorized that nervous look in your eyes that told him to sod off and continue at the same time, and by nightfall you were a mess of need, but you were far too conflicted to say anything.

As per tradition on weekends, you decide to head to the Marauder’s room that night to hang out with the guys and Lily, despite the fact you were having second thoughts on your decision.

You arrive just after the sunset to see James, Lily and Sirius. The couple were setting up Lily’s projector for a movie as Sirius lay on his bed. 

Hearing the door open, his ears prick up and a sneaky grin creeps up on his face.

“Y/n, sit by me tonight?” Sirius asks with a small pout, causing the red-head to roll her eyes.

“She sits with you every movie night Padfoot, there’s no need for that.”

“I guess you’re right Evans, but you know I like to have my fun.” He winks, pulling an exasperated sigh from Lily.

You smile at the exchange and make your way to Sirius who has now sat up and opened his arms for you.

“You look marvelous tonight, pup.” He teases as you nervously sit beside him on the bed.

“It's just a t-shirt and shorts Siri-”

“But you look absolutely ravishing in them.” He mumbles, leaning in close to your ear so the others wouldn’t hear him.

You gulp nervously and squeeze your legs together, partly because of nerves, but also because the heat between your legs was becoming too much to bear. 

Remus and Peter return with snacks and drinks as the movie begins to start, a classic action movie that the group had yet to see.

Halfway into the opening credits Sirius shifts his body so he is right against his headboards, before spreading his legs and pulling you into him by your waist.

You did your best not to yelp as you hit his back, but you couldn’t help but sigh in content as his lips trailed down your neck. On movie nights the boys moved their beds so there would be an empty wall for the projector to hit, Sirius almost always took the spot closest to the corner of the room, you never thought much of it, but when his hand moved to the drawstring of the curtain beside his bed, the two of you were hidden and now he could do whatever he pleased. 

Your breathing begins to pick up a bit and unconsciously you begin to squirm against his body.

Sirius grabs you by your hips to stop you.

“You better stop that, pup, or else I’m, gonna have to punish you for everyone to hear.” He murmurs, letting one of his hands trail up and down your body then further to caress your neck.

“Understood?” He smirks, bringing his lips back down to your shoulder.

You nod your head ‘yes.”

“Perfect.” He sighs, pulling the blanket over your legs and letting his fingers wander to the waistband of your shorts.

You nibble on your lip as Sirius bites the sensitive skin at the base of your neck before kissing it and teasing his tongue up your throat.

At the same time his fingers slip into your shorts and fidget with the cloth underneath.

“You’re still wearing my boxers, pup?” Sirius mumbles, letting his fingers move over your clothed folds.

“And so wet for me already? Such a good girl.” He continues, massaging his fingers in a circular movement around the damp fabric.

“Fuck-” You moan out silently as Sirius hits your clit perfectly.

“Feel good darling?” He chuckles, kissing your jaw.

“Y-Yeah… So good.” You whimper, moving your hand to your mouth to muffle your moans.

Sirius smirks and retrieves his fingers, you start to squirm in protest only for him to push his long digits into your folds.

“Mh-” You squeak.

Sirius doesn’t hesitate to move his fingers up and down your folds, teasing your clit with his fingers and swirling it around in soft circles.

Your legs spread further, begging him to keep going as you throw your head back onto his shoulder, choking back moans of ecstacy that begged to be let out.

His thick fingers slip in deeper and you arch your back needily. His fingers trace your slit teasingly for a couple seconds before he plunges two fingers in without hesitation.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, luckily masked by the sound from the film and Sirius begins pushing his fingers in and out of you.

Your vision clouds as his fingers curl and hit your g-spot over and over again, your toes curl as his other hand moves down you play with your clit as the feeling of a third finger being added to the mix has your heartbeat moving to your pussy and a coil tightening in your stomach.

“Siri-faster, p-please.” You beg, grinding your hips into his fingers as he obliges, pumping quicker and shifting between curling his fingers and thrusting deeper.

“O-Oh.” You murmur, clutching the bed sheets beside you tightly as Sirius’s hands work magic on your pussy, roughly playing with your sensitive clit and pumping his long fingers in and out of your slit.

“That’s it, pup.” Sirius chuckles, feeling you begin to squirm again. 

“I-I’m so close.” You pant, biting hard on your bottom lip as the tight feeling of your climax prods at your stomach.

“It’s alright, pup.” Sirius murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck and picking up the pace one last time as the feeling of pure ecstasy floods your entire body, making your body go weak. You rush to cover your mouth as a moan of relief threatens to reveal you to your friends.

Sirius smirks as a small squeak of a whimper pushes past your fingers and he slows his digits into a slow massage to help you ride down your high.

“You did so well darling, absolutely perfect.” Sirius mutters, finally pulling his fingers out of your core and bringing them to his lips.

You watch in amazement with bated breath as Sirius drags his tongue along his fingers to clean up every drop.

Noticing your stare, the gryffindor smirks and leans in closer against your ear.

“Be good, pup, and next time, you’ll get my tongue.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks as you pull the blanket covering you over your face, ignoring the feeling of your release all over your shorts and you tuck your legs in and snuggle into Sirius’s chest.

“Here.” Sirius smiles, lifting his wand and muttering a short incantation.

In seconds, the feeling was gone, and you were left feeling cozy and warm cuddled up against his chest.

You were absolutely ecstatic to finally have your wish fulfilled, but there was still one question that had left to be answered.

“Something on your mind?” Sirius asks, feeling the silence grow.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You pause, shifting so now you are sitting, facing Sirius. “What- What are we Sirius? I mean you are my best friend and after last night, today and for years, I’ve known I’ve fancied you but-”

Sirius sighs playfully as you speak, but cuts you off mid sentence with a soft peck to your lips.

“Y/n, I’ve known I fancy you for the longest time, but it wasn’t until last night that I really got to show you. So… If you’d have me-” 

This time it was your time to cut Sirius off.

Your arms fly around the gryffindor’s neck and your lips crash happily into his.

Sirius’s hands move around your hips and pull you closer to him as you deepen the kiss and rest your forehead on his.

“So does this mean?” Sirius begins.

“Yes! Yes Pads, of course I’ll have you.” You murmur, locking your lips once more.

Maybe, today wasn’t so bad after all.

[engie-ivy]

For the request: "I was wondering if you could write one where Harry reveals that Sirius has a crush on Remus or vice versa? He could either be a toddler or big already but Lily and James are both alive cause screw canon!" from @tugabooos! So happy I got a request, hope you'll like it!😁

Five-year-old Harry overhears his uncle Pads say mean things about his uncle Moony, and he's gutted.

To Harry’s surprise, uncle Pads hides his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “Stupid Moony with his stupid smile! ‘You’re such a good friend, Pads.’ I don’t want to be his bloody friend!”

Such a good friend

Quietly, five-year-old Harry slips into the room.

He’s quite finished with playing outside, and wants to see what his uncle Pads is up to.

His parents are visiting aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon, but Harry had begged if he could go play at uncle Pads’ instead. Last time they visited, his cousin Dudley had tried to push Harry in a mud pool. Harry isn’t sure what happened, but somehow, Dudley had ended up with his head buried in the mud. Aunt Petunia had screamed and called him a freak, and uncle Vernon had looked like his head was going to explode. His dad had been incredibly proud of his magic already showing so strong at only five years old, and had hugged him excitedly, which did nothing to ease aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon’s temper.

Needless to say, his parents were all in favour of him going to uncle Pads’ instead.

Harry can hear voices coming from the kitchen and realises uncle Moony is still here. Uncle Moony came to say goodbye to Harry because he had to leave like half an hour ago, but mum always says that when uncle Pads and uncle Moony get to talking, they completely lose track of time and can go on forever.

Curious what his uncles could be talking about, Harry crouches down in front on the kitchen door and spies through the crack.

Uncle Moony is standing with his coat on, and uncle Pads is leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at him with a smile.

“... check it out next time we’re in the area!” Uncle Moony just finishes his sentence.

“Yeah,” uncle Pads replies. “Definitely. That sounds great.”

“Oh, Merlin,” uncle Moony says. “Is that really the time? How have we been standing here for forty-five minutes already?”

“Story of our life, eh?”

Uncle Moony chuckles and moves to disapparate, but then turns back around again. “Oh, before I forget! Fabian’s birthday is coming up, and I wanted to buy him a record or something. You have somewhat the same taste in music, mind helping me pick out something?”

“Oh,” uncle Pads says, staring at his feet. “Everything okay between you and Fabian, then?”

Uncle Moony shrugs. “I guess? I’ve kind of decided I should worry less about whether I feel like he could be ‘the one’, and just take it day by day. I mean, we’re still young, as long as we’re having fun, right?”

“Right.”

“So will you help me?” Uncle Moony urges. “Please, Pads? I need you! You know I’m pants at buying gifts,” he adds with a sheepish smile.

“That you are,” uncle Pads agrees with a tight smile. “Yeah, of course I help you, Moons. Anything for you.”

Uncle Moony beams at him. “Thanks, Pads! You’re the best! You’re such a good friend, I’d be lost without you.”

Uncle Moony disapparates with a loud crack, and uncle Pads drops down in the kitchen chair.

To Harry’s surprise, he hides his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “Stupid Moony with his stupid smile! ‘You’re such a good friend, Pads.’ I don’t want to be his bloody friend!”

Shocked, Harry steps away from the door. Half in panic, he flees back into the backyard. He can’t believe his uncle Pads would say such mean things about uncle Moony! He loves his uncle Pads to bits, and really looks up to him, but he also loves his uncle Moony! And now uncle Pads doesn’t want to be friends with uncle Moony anymore?

Harry has to bite his lip not to cry.

Of course his parents have to invite both uncle Pads and uncle Moony over for dinner that very evening.

Harry just sadly stares at his plate, picking at his food. His mum gives him a concerned look from time to time. “Harry, love, are you feeling okay?” She eventually asks.

Harry’s bottom lip starts to wobble, and now everyone is looking at him in concern.

“Hey, little man, what’s wrong?”

“Prongslet, you know you can tell us everything!”

“Oh Harry, what’s bothering you?”

“It’s...” Harry sniffs. “Uncle Pads...”

All eyes shift to uncle Pads, who’s eyes widen in surprise. “Harry if I did anything to upset you, please tell me. You know I’d never purposely make you sad!”

“You said uncle Moony was stupid!” Harry blurts out.

Everyone blinks at him in surprise.

“Harry,” his mum says carefully. “That’s not something you can just say. I’m sure uncle Pads would never-”

“Mum, I’m not telling lies!” Harry’s eyes widen in shock.

His mum looks doubtfully, but then uncle Pads scrapes his throat. “Ah, Lils, I think I can explain. Harry must’ve overheard me say something, and misunderstood.”

Uncle Moony raises an eyebrow. “Do explain, Padfoot. How did such a misunderstanding come to be?”

A blush creeps over Padfoot’s cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck. “Well, ehm, you see... You asked me for a favour and when I see that smile of yours you know I can’t deny you anything.” He laughs awkwardly. “So I think said something like ‘Moony and his stupid smile’... In a joking manner!”

“Oh.” uncle Moony blushes as well.

“See, Harry?” His dad ruffles Harry’s hair. “Uncle Pads and uncle Moony have been friends for ages, and they’ll always like each other!”

Harry shakes his head. “But uncle Pads said he doesn’t want to be uncle Moony’s friend!”

“I’m sure he also has a good explanation for that?” His dad says, looking at uncle Pads pointedly.

“Yes,” his mum adds. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to teach our son those are the kind of jokes you should make about your friends?”

“And if he really doesn’t want to be my friend anymore,” Remus says in a rather cold voice. “Then I’m sure he can say it to my face?”

“Well, Padfoot?”

“Padfoot, care to explain?”

“Let’s hear it, Padfoot.”

“I meant I didn’t want to be just friends!” uncle Pads bursts out. “‘Such a good friend’, while sodding Fabian... Never mind. The point is, I don’t dislike Moony, of course I don’t. I like him so bloody much, I wish I could be something more than a friend!”

There’s a silence.

Uncle Padfoot’s face is bright red and he hides behind his hands. “Oh, Merlin.”

Uncle Moony looks flushed as well, staring disbelievingly at uncle Pads, his mouth opening and closing. Harry’s mum and dad’s eyes have widened. Harry looks from one person to the other, not really understanding what’s going on. Uncle Pads still likes uncle Moony, so that’s a good thing, right?

“Ehm, Harry,” his dad eventually says. “You see? There’s nothing to worry about,” but he sounds worried nonetheless. “Why don’t we go upstairs together with mum to read a story, eh? And give your uncles a moment to talk.”

Quietly, fourteen -year-old Harry slips into the room.

Uncle Pads looks up from where he’s standing in front of the dress mirror, trying to decide whether he should leave another button open or not. “Harry! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Harry grins as he lifts himself on top of the table next to the mirror, and starts swinging his legs back and forth. “Just hiding from dad. He’s gone full-on-crazy best man-mode.”

Uncle Pads chuckles. “Why do you think I sent him away? I hope he’s not bothering Moony, though?”

“Nah, last I saw him, he was yelling at uncle Wormy for wearing a red tie while the theme is silver and gold.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“Oh, Merlin.”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “He has already sent aunt Marls home to change, as she was wearing a white dress. ‘For Godric’s sake, Marlene, you can’t wear white to a wedding!’” Harry gives a perfect imitation of his father. “Her protest that none of the grooms is very likely to be wearing a white dress to no avail.”

Uncle Pads shakes his head fondly. “Oh, Prongsie.”

Harry shrugs. “Mum says to be patient with him, as this is his big day, that he’s been dreaming of ever since he was a boy.”

“That’s true,” uncle Pads agrees.

“So we know my father is completely losing it as best man, but what about you?” Harry nudges uncle Pads with his foot. “Are you nervous?”

Uncle Pads thinks about it for a while. “No. I’m marrying my best friend, what’s there to be nervous about?”

Harry gasps in pretend-shock. “And I thought you didn’t want to be uncle Moony’s friend!”

“Watch out, you little rascal!” Uncle Pads laughs. “I haven’t forgotten what you put me through!”

Harry huffs. “I shall hope not! Thanks to me you finally confessed your feelings. I’m expecting a thank you in all speeches of today.”

“We’ll see, Prongslet,” uncle Pads says with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “We’ll see.”

“But siriusly,” Harry says in a more sincere tone of voice. “I’m really happy for you, uncle Pads. And for uncle Moony too.”

Uncle Pads smiles, and then wipes at his eyes. “Merlin, Harry, what are you doing to me? I thought I’d at least keep it dry until I saw Moony walk down the aisle.”

Suddenly, Harry’s dad’s voice sounds in the hall. “Harry! Where are you? I need somebody to sort through the rose petals, to make sure none of them have any brown spots!”

Harry’s eyes widen in horror. “I was never here,” he whispers, before slipping out of the room.

[hello-everyfandom]

"For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 4k

Summary: Suffering lovers and hearts to be mended and stitched back together

Part One “I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.”

Part Two “No, it’s over. She ended it.”

(This one is quite long! How hopes and dreams turn into the most painful writing one could ever print. Please, I wish for my own heart to mend as Sirius’ will.)

The next few weeks were nothing but tragic. Lily could barely get you out of your bed nevertheless to class. It seemed that the fight, the breakup, the hurting wore down your stamina until you were not able to stand. It was worse after the party. Before, you could numb the pain of losing Sirius by distracting yourself with rewriting notes and organizing your room. But after the party, after seeing the love of your life lip-locked with another girl, kissing her the way he should kiss you, something in you broke.

Lily sat gently on your bed, placing the cup of warm tea on your table. She whispered kindly, “We have class in an hour, you missed breakfast but I brought you a cuppa.” She moved the duvet that covered your face to see your innocent watering eyes looking up at her. She sighed and smoothed out your hair, feeling the shutters of cries leave your lips. “You need to go to class, Y/N. I can’t keep telling McGonagall you’re sick without her sending you to St. Mungos.” 

“I don’t want to go.”

“Think about it this way,” Lily continued to run her fingers through your hair. She was thankful she had been able to get you to take a warm shower yesterday and change your pajamas, “If you go, you get it done and over with. Then you can come back and we can lay in your bed all afternoon.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s why I brought you tea. Come on, love, it’s really time to get up.” Lily said gently, pushing the duvet so it was only covering your torso. Instead of sitting up, you blinked back tears before sputtering out.

“I made a mistake, didn’t I?” you covered your mouth, clutching your eyes shut to let out a cry. “I made a mistake breaking up with him. I’m an idiot. I’m a fool.”

“No, no,” Lily cooed, moving your hand from your mouth and petting your cheek, “No, you didn’t. You did what you thought was right at the time.”

“Then why does it hurt so bad?”

Lily didn’t have the answer, she could only reply with the utmost sympathy, “because you still love him.”

“Get up, you sad sack of shit. We’ve got charms in twenty minutes.” James flung the covers off of Sirius. His nose wrinkled at the sight of crumpled tissues that littered his bed. “That’s disgusting. Those tissues better not be from what I think it’s from.”

“You’re a right prick,” Sirius tried to smile, his lips cracked and chapped. 

“You’re not staying in bed anymore, and frankly you smell like shit.”

“It’s true,” Remus chimed in, straightening his tie and his hair. 

“So what? Leave me here. I don’t want to go anyways.”

“Right. Listen, Pads, we’ve been kind to you for a while now, but now, and I say this as sweetly and as loving as I can, we’re getting quite sick of your sulking.” James rolled his eyes.

“Oh wow, thanks,” Sirius said sarcastically, buttoning his shirt up. “You really know how to rip the plaster off, yeah?”

“Maybe if we obliviate you, you’ll become yourself once more,” Remus said wittily.

“I’ll permit it if it allows my memory to forget kissing that girl at the party.” Sirius nearly threw up at the memory of that girl’s lips on his.

James shrugged, throwing a tie at Sirius, “Well, we mean it with love and we know the break up has been hard but-”

“But?”

“But we miss our friend.” Peter finished. Remus nodded in agreement.

“It’s not easy, is all,” Sirius mumbled after brushing his teeth. 

James slapped his hand on his shoulder and said confidently, “No, it’s not. But that’s why we’ll all go through it together, as brothers.” and swiftly lead him out of the dorm room.

As Lily locked her arms in yours and the two of you walked from the Great Hall to class, you were distracted by the open windows of the corridors. The courtyard, which had just been littered with brown, orange, and red leaves, set a moment of comfort in your bones. You always enjoyed autumn, mostly because it was in fall when Sirius had first told you he loved you. You shook that memory out of your mind and looked at the hallway instead. Coincidentally, much to both Sirius and your demise, the marauders and Lily had accidentally crossed paths with each other on the way to class. Eyes like magnets were drawn close together as Sirius looked at you with storming emotions. He looked as if he hadn’t slept, and if he did manage to close his eyes, nightmares in the forms of memories followed him. To be fair, you didn’t look all that right either. Though you didn’t have as prominent bags under your eyes, underneath your loose clothing was skin and bone. Your appetite had lost you and eating became difficult as most of the time you felt sick to even think about food. Sirius looked at you, lost and longing, and you stared with the same intensity, wishing to be in his arms, to sleep for years and kiss until the sun explodes.

“Ms. Y/L/N, will you please stay after class?” McGonagall’s voice rang out in her sharp tone. You froze and looked at Lily worriedly who shrugged.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry. Meet me in the common room after,” Lily whispered, squeezing your arm before leaving the classroom. It was loud and full of chatter from the students who excitedly were headed to dinner. You waited, pushing hair behind your ears nervously as the students collected their things and filed out of the room. Then, it was silent. You approached McGonagall’s office in the back of her classroom slowly, dreading whatever scolding she would give you. As you pushed open the door, you thought in your head quickly, you had handed in the homework, taken notes in class, raised your hand when asked a question, you couldn’t place anything you did particularly wrong and yet your palms began to sweat.

“Yes, Professor?” you asked with a small voice. McGonagall looked up from her desk and peered at you from her glasses. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Do you think you have done something wrong?”  

“I don’t reckon so, but I’m open to hearing any criticism if need be.” you focused on keeping your voice steady.

“Although, I’m sure you know the answer already, do you know what my particular job is here at Hogwarts?”

You bit your lip, “You’re a professor, perhaps one of the best ones here, of my favorites as well.”

“While I enjoy your compliment,” McGonagall sighed, “I am also the head of the Gryffindor house.”

“Yes, of course.” you nodded.

“And, with such a job comes the responsibility of looking after my students as if they were my own.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Professor.” 

“Sit, please, Ms. Y/L/N.” McGonagall motioned to the seat in front of her desk, a nice plush armchair with maroon velvet. “Despite the belief of my students, I do care, and I notice especially when a particular student seems out of place.” 

You sat on the edge of the seat and played with the threads of your sweater. “If it is my work that is not up to standard, I am sure I can revise or revisit whatever it is that has gotten low marks.”

“Your school work is hardly of the matter here,” Professor looked at the small girl in front of her. Once fiery and loud turned into a pebble on the floor. She admired and quite enjoyed having you as a student and took great pride in knowing you wore the Gryffindor sigil on your robes. But, like your friends, she had noticed an extreme change in demeanor in the past few weeks. “Are you doing alright, Y/N?” she asked kindly.

You looked up in surprise, “Yes, Professor. Though I will say, I will be disappointed if any of my homework or essays have been less than acceptable. I seem to be going through a little bit of a rough patch, I suppose.”

“I noticed,” you froze as McGonagall spoke, “Does this have anything to do with Mr. Black?”

“I-” you couldn’t think of an excuse. McGonagall put her hand up to stop your from speaking,

“Please, I may be older and I may be a teacher, but the students here seem to forget the Professors hear everything.”

You began to beg, “Professor, please, I promise whatever had happened will not affect my school nor my studies-”

She cut you off, “Have a biscuit, Y/L/N.” she motioned to the biscuit tin in front of her desk. When you showed signs of being wary, she opened the top of the tin and pushed it closer to you. Your hands shook as you took one and began to nibble on the edges.

“I do not speak of this, and I trust whatever I tell you and whatever you tell me stays in this office,” she started, you nodded furiously and she continued, “when I was younger, much much younger, perhaps about your age, I too fell in love.”

Your mouth fell agape.

“Dougal McGregor. I met him after my years at Hogwarts before I began my position at the ministry. It was, as most would say, a teenage love affair. We were much like you and Mr. Black. We argued senselessly, but we nevertheless loved each other. When he proposed, I was delighted. I accepted immediately.” your eyebrows rose to ask questions, however, McGonagall merely pushed the biscuit tin towards you again. You complied and took another.

“However, at the time, marriage between a muggle and a witch was proven more difficult than current times. Spouses of magical descent were forbidden to tell anyone of their skills in the wizarding world, and it. Well. The idea of living in a world without magic was unbearable. I had to make a decision.”

“What happened then, Professor?”

“I thought rejecting his proposal would be right for both of us, Dougal and I. I thought it was unfair to be kept in a magic-less marriage whilst Dougal would, in turn, be lied to every day. I made a decision and as a result,” her voice became low, almost sensitive, “I broke his heart and mine as well.”

“Oh Professor, I’m so sorry.”

“While it is in the past, I do think about him often. But, I suppose the feelings you are currently experiencing are what I felt when I left for the last time to London.”

“I see. Forgive me, Professor, why are you telling me this?” 

“Because I want you to know the consequences of decision making. The difference between truly thinking with your head and with your heart.” 

“Did you regret leaving?”

McGonagall pursed her lips in thought, the wrinkles shown prominently near her eyes, “Yes and no. I am overjoyed and proud to stand as the witch I am today. Becoming a professor and working with students, no matter how particularly unenjoyable some are, is a passion. However, it would be ignorant to say I did not frequently think about if I had stayed and married Dougal.”

“What happened to him?”

“I received a letter numerous months later, my mother had told me, Dougal married and was expecting his firstborn.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I find it humorous to sit here,” McGonagall gave you a wrinkled small smile.

“How so, Professor?”

“Because when I was heartbroken, the first person I told was my own teacher, you may know him now as Headmaster Dumbledore.”

“Really?” you asked in surprise.

“Yes, we sat here at my desk whilst I told him of my heartache. And now, I sit here, with my own favorite student, discussing hers.”

“I’m not sure if I would call it heartache, Professor,” 

“Then what would you call it?”

In class, Professor McGonagall was strict, sharp spoken. Instead, in her small office, she wore a sympathetic smile and her gaze was warm. You felt as though life and its troubles would cease their crimes against your broken heart the second you stepped in the room. But, still, you looked at her with lost sights, emotions swarming in pupils.

“I don’t think there is a word to describe it. All I know is I ache tremendously and nothing seems to fix this pit in my stomach. I. What do I do?” you begged for an answer.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that. What I can say is, you’ve been thinking your entire life at Hogwarts with your head. You are a bright witch with a wonderful future ahead of her. You are hardworking and studious, and kind. But, you only seem to listen to your head for answers, you look for the logical position for your chess pieces. Stop your thinking. For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Professor McGonagall looked at the time before sighing to herself, “I do suppose I’ve kept you too long, I trust you can find your way back to the common room?”

You nodded and stood, brushing off your skirt. “Of course. Thank you Professor for the biscuits. If it means anything, I’m sure Dougal loved you very much.”

“Y/L/N,” Professor called before you left, “You are welcome any time here, I was not lying when I said you were one of my favorite students.” 

You smiled back, “And I wasn’t lying when I said you were one of my favorite Professors.”

As you walked back to the Gryffindor common room, Professor McGonagall’s story repeated in your head, pounding against your brain and begging to be analyzed. If you thought carefully, letting go of Sirius was equivalent to McGonagall’s separation with Dougal. If you chose your studies and your career, Would you miss out on a life with your soulmate? There was no doubt in your mind that your heart belonged to a certain long-haired beloved. As the Fat Lady looked at you with great pity, you entered the common room, peaking around for Lily. The fire seemed to be the only source of warmth as it lit up the room, leaving shadows cast along the walls. You figured Lily must still be at dinner considering the common room was empty. You rubbed your tired eyes and sat on an armchair facing the fireplace. 

Sirius had decided wallowing was doing nothing but driving him across the wall. He threw a shirt over his shoulders and bounced down the stairs to meet the boys at dinner when he saw you. He could spot you from miles away even if he were blind to the bone. He recognized the old sweater you wore, one that had previously been owned by him. You loved the sweater despite threads coming loose and the smell of Sirius’ cologne fading away. He saw your hands curled up in fists, something you did when you were quite emotional or tired and the low messy bun you had pulled your hair into.

“I thought you were at dinner, Lils,” you spoke quietly, making him freeze. It had been so long, so many minutes and hours since he’d last heard your voice. “If you are here to drag me to the Great Hall, I have to decline as I’m morbidly exhausted from that emotional conversation with McGonagall.” 

Sirius attempted to find his voice, begging his vocal cords to say anything to you but all he could do was stand there, dumbfounded and aching to hear your voice once more. 

“Lily?” you expected to see your red-headed friend but instead made eye contact with him. “Oh.”

“Just Sirius,” he said awkwardly. You stood so you could face him, holding your hands in front of you.

You swallowed harshly and wished you had at least looked somewhat more manageable. “Sirius.”

“Y/N.” he answered. It was hushed, noiseless, painful. “Say something,” he begged.

“What do you want me to say, Siri?” he flinched when you used his nickname. You hadn’t even meant to use it, it just slipped off your tongue before you could realize it.

“Just. Say anything, yell at me, anything. Be angry at me!”

“Why would I be angry?” You weren’t angry. You were hurt.

“For...”

“For what?” you creased your eyebrows. 

“For kissing that girl at the party.”

You pursed your lips and Sirius only held sadness in his eyes. “Sirius...”

“I kissed another girl that wasn’t you, and it is absolutely tearing me apart. I want you to be angry with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Be mad! Yell at me!”

“Sirius,” you stopped him, putting a gentle, small hand on his arm, “We broke up.”

Sirius threw his arms in the air and ran a finger through his hair frustratedly, “that doesn’t make it okay.”

“Doesn’t it? We broke up,”

“No! It doesn’t because I told you, I promised you, I swore I would never kiss another person. I promised I was yours and yours only. And I am. I mean... I was.”

“Sirius, please,” you choked, “It’s hard enough to be around each other already.”

“Don’t you miss me? Miss us?” Sirius had to stop himself from gathering you in his arms and rubbing the small of your back. Biting your lip and eyes beginning to water, you said as quietly as you could,

“Of course I do. I miss you more and more every day. And yes, it... it hurt to see you with that Ravenclaw girl, but it doesn’t matter. We aren’t dating anymore.”

“I don’t know. I think.” He laughed humourlessly, as if the air escaping his lungs were nearly painful to feel, “I think I would’ve gone mental if I had seen you kissing someone.”

“I...” you stopped and sighed. You sat down on the couch, moving slightly to the left. Sirius looked cautiously before sitting next to you, facing you as you looked towards the fire. 

“We can still talk, can’t we? We used to talk all night until Moony would shush us like an old librarian.”

“I don’t know, Sirius. It’s hard. Isn’t it? It’s hard.”

“I know. But, I miss talking. Won’t you just tell me how you’re doing?”

You debated on lying, telling him you were fantastic, but something in you begged you to tell the truth even if it felt like magma on your tongue. “I’m not doing well.”

“Are you stressed about school? I’ve told you many times, you’re the smartest witch in our year, I doubt you have anything to worry about.”

“That’s not it.” you bit your lip, turning from the fire to look at those eyes you so deeply longed for.

“Then what?”

“It’s difficult.”

“Try me.”

“It’s difficult... with us, or without us, I should say.”

Sirius slightly flinched hearing those words and swallowed harshly, “I get the feeling.”

“How have you been?” you asked curiously, studying the way his eyebrows creased and his fingers threading through his hair.

“Same as you, I suppose.”

“Really?”

“Prongs and the boys, they’ve been on my back lately. Say I’ve been moping too much, I’m a downer it seems.”

You giggled under your breath and wrapped your arms around yourself, “Lily says the same. Though, I guess she’s just worried.”

“Worried?”

“I haven’t been sleeping as well, I’m sure you’ve noticed the bags under my eyes,”

“No,” Sirius said truthfully, “I think you still look as beautiful as ever.”

Your lungs stopped breathing, every airway and vein in your body closed as you began to shut down. You stood abruptly and began racing towards the dorm staircase.

“Stop!” Sirius shouted making you freeze, your hand still on the banister. “Stay. Talk to me.”

You wiped angry tears from your face that you didn’t even notice dripped down your cheeks, “And say what? It. it’s torturous, it’s beyond excruciating to be around you.” You thought about your chat with McGonagall, begging your heart to speak, scream anything to make to stop your head from making decisions.

Sirius’ lips frowned, hurt at your tone and your words. “Baby...”

“No! I. It’s too difficult.”

“Why?”

“Because when I look at you, when I see you, when I feel you around me, everything tells me I’ve made a mistake. Is that what you wanted to hear? I made a mistake. I fucked up. I fucked up because I was terrified of us. I was scared of driving you away, scared of you deciding you didn’t love me anymore. And I can’t. I can’t do it! I can’t. I made a mistake.” you spat out breathlessly. Sirius watched in horror as you began to hyperventilate and dove to put his arms around you. He had seen your panic attacks and held you through every one, but this time it felt different. Your breathing began to rapidly increase as you couldn’t hold back broken sobs. 

“Breathe, breathe, love. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” he held your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks like he used to. Your eyes searched his desperately for any buoy that could save you from the drowning you felt. As he blinked, you found your life vest, holding on for dear life as you breathed fresh air into scattered lungs.

“Breathe, okay? ‘M right here, not going anywhere.” he whispered low, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, “I made a mistake. I love you. I do. I’m so sorry. What have I done? I love you. I love you more than anything, and I’ve ruined it all.” you threw yourself at him, arms gripping tightly as he caught you. Sirius’ arms snaked around yours, pulling you back to life, back to the earth. He was yours. He knew it. He’s never been anyone elses and he never plans to. How stupid he had been to let you go, to kiss another girl, to pretend he was okay when he was truly devastated. 

“We’re okay, yeah? Take care of each other, now, yeah?” Sirius rocked you slowly, feeling your cries die down in the comfort of his arms. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too, darling.” Sirius guided you slowly to the couch, setting you comfortably on the cushions, “sit for a while,”

You nodded loosely as you leaned on his chest, hiccuping with cries. “I thought I was doing the right thing, leaving you. Had I known how wrong it was, I would’ve thrown myself off the Astronomy tower before ever breaking up with you.” 

“Don’t say that,” Sirius hushed, “I know, you thought it was the right thing. You were trying to protect yourself and me.”

“I’m a fool. A stupid, foolish girl.” you muttered, still catching your breath.

“Don’t say that either. I made mistakes too, perhaps one I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, Sirius.” you began to cry again, “I don’t care if you kissed another girl. I don’t. I just care that I’m the girl you want next to your side.”

He turned your limp body so he could cup your cheeks again, rubbing with the pads of his thumbs. “You will always be the girl. Always. Nothing will change that.”

“Sirius,” you whispered, looking at his lips.

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me.”

That was all Sirius needed to hear. For days, weeks, endless hours, the two of you, broken hearted souls walked the earth wondering when the pain would end. Sirius tried drinking, you tried swallowing textbooks whole. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to mend the hurt you felt panging your insides, sending waves of heat down your spines. Nothing could distract you from the absolute shattering sadness that your bodies felt. Two broken hearted souls. Two souls joining for a kiss. A kiss that would last centuries as Sirius vowed to marry you the minute your lips connected. Togetherness, the touch of a soulmate. He moved his lips against yours slowly, tasting, memorizing and wishing this moment would never end. Salty tears and content smiles, at last, the two broken souls found what truly mended, what stitched your hearts back together. Each other. Forever in eternity, never drifting apart for long as fate, the universe and every good hearted soul brought you two together. 

[moralesispunk]

Sick Day

Frankie Morales x Gn Reader

Summary: Frankie takes care of you when you’re sick

Warnings: mentions of feeling unwell, pure fluffyness

You had been looking forward to the weekend all week. Work had been throwing you every problem possible from the minute you stepped in the door on Monday morning to the three times you tried to leave on Friday but were stopped with another issue popping up. It was just your luck then that when you woke up on Saturday morning you felt like someone was rattling a hammer around your skull and somehow your body was running hot and cold at the same time. To make things worse, you couldn’t stop sneezing or coughing and that wasn’t doing any favours for your headache.

It took you ten minutes to settle your breathing and finally open your eyes to the day, another five to turn around only to find that the other side of the bed was cold. You worried that Frankie had given up trying to sleep next to your body, your hands and feet as cold as usual but somehow the rest of your body feeling like fire, but then when you heard the low humming coming from the kitchen and you managed to push yourself to sit up.

Wrapping the duvet around your body you padded barefoot downstairs and to the kitchen following the sound of your boyfriend, who had no doubt been awake for hours now, humming along to the radio. He was standing with his back to you, his cosy, red plaid pyjama trousers hanging low on his hips with his back on show. If it wasn’t for your dizziness you would have walked right up to him, running your hands up his warm, strong back, peppering kisses across his shoulder blades and paying extra attention to the few scars that littered the skin there as you wrapped your arms around his body. Your hands would rest on his soft tummy and you would whisper in his ear that he should come back to bed. 

As the image of what you wanted this Saturday to look like played through your mind you couldn’t stop the coughing fit that came over you, alerting Frankie of your presence.

“Honey?”

His eyes were wide, taking you in as you stood in the doorway and held onto it with the duvet wrapped around your body. He turned back to the stove to switch it off before walking over to you.

“Frankie, I don’t feel well,” you whined.

Your forehead fell against his chest and his arms wrapped tight around you as you tried to fight back the tears. You hated feeling sick, it always made you feel sad at the same time. Frankie’s hand rubbed up and down your back, gently shushing you.

His hands rested on your upper arms and he looked down at you with sympathetic eyes. You could only guess how ill you looked and you closed your eyes as you felt his lips press against your forehead, copying something he had seen his Mom do hundreds of times whenever he or his sisters were sick.

“You have a fever, honey,” he sighed, trying to unwrap you from the duvet.

“I’m cold,” you pulled them back tight around you.

”Well, let’s get you to the couch then.”

Frankie walked behind you, his hand resting lightly on the bottom of your back because he couldn’t trust your slow swaying back and forth as you walked to the living room. Once you were settled on the couch, pillows fluffed up and your legs lifted so you were laid out, Frankie put on your favourite show to play in the background as you rested.

“You just rest here okay, doctor's orders.”

You hummed in response, closing your eyes as you settled against the pillows. You felt his hand rest on your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Your body spent the rest of the morning falling in and out of sleep, waking up only a few times to your favourite show repeating lines you knew off by heart, Frankie coming in and placing some orange juice on the little fold up table he must have brought in at some point before checking your temperature with a kiss on the forehead again and when his comforting voice floated in from the kitchen as he spoke to his Mom on loudspeaker in the kitchen. 

You woke up again to Frankie gently shaking your arm. 

“Hey, honey. You should probably eat something.” He hooked his arms around your shoulders lifting you up to sit straight on the couch before fluffing the pillows at your back. “I made my Mom’s famous soup for you, it always made me feel better.”

You noticed the bowl sitting on a tray next to your now empty glass of orange juice, warm steam floating up into the room. Frankie sat down next to you, lifting the tray onto your lap. There was some carefully buttered bread sitting next to the bowl. The steam was reaching your face now, covering you in a warmth that had you instantly reaching for the spoon.

“Watch, it’s hot,” Frankie warned gently, stopping the spoon before it reached your lips and causing you to blow first.

It tasted like home, which didn’t quite make sense because it wasn’t anything like the soup your Mom would make when you were sick, but it still had that sprinkle of magic that managed to make you feel better. It was then you realised that it wasn’t the soup itself that made you better when you were younger, it was the love. The same way that Frankie’s Mom didn’t check his temperature with a kiss because she would be able to tell exactly how warm he was but because it would make him feel like he was being cared for, and that’s why Frankie did it for you. Once the soup was done Frankie lifted the tray and placed it on the table before pulling you into his side.

“You’ll get sick too, Frankie.”

“I don’t care, c,mere.”

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest. He kissed the top of your head, lining up the next episode of your show that had stopped playing at some point during your nap.

“Do you feel any better?”

“A little,” you snuggled into his warmth, “thank you.”

“For what?” his head tipped down to look at you, the angle causing his hat to fall lower on his head.

“For taking care of me so well.”

“You don’t have to thank me; it’s what I’m here for. I love you,” he squeezed your shoulder.

“I love you.”

His head dipped down and you sat back, scrunching your nose.

“Frankie, I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

“One kiss isn’t going to kill me, now give me those lips.” You giggled, his lips pressing against yours gently before your head fell back against his chest and his hand went back to running up and down your back. “Go back to sleep honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

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The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

[lunnybunny12]

Young Snape x Ravenclaw reader

All characters are in their 5th year at Hogwarts. Reader is a ravenclaw (A/N I am a Ravenclaw so...YES!)

"Y/N!" Lily said shaling you violently. "Y/N wake up!"

With a groan, you opened your eyes to see the redhead hovering over you with a mischievous smile on her face. "Come on, were going to Hogsmeade today."

"Who let you past the Ravenclaw knocker, Evans?" you giggled, rubbing the sleep out of your eye and yawning. The Ravenclaw house was infamously known for letting Ravenclaws and ONLEY Ravenclaws into the common room and since Lily was a Gryffindor, she definitely didn't get in on her own.

She faked shock as she dramatically placed her hand on her chest, with a gasp.

"(Y/N), I'm shocked that you assumed I had help."

You looked at her with tired eyes, you knew her too well.

"It was Xenophilius Lovegood"

"Now that makes sense" you replied to her in a groggy tone. Standing up from your bed, you grabbed whatever clothes you wanted to wear that day. "But I can't go, you know my "guardians" didn't sign the slip."

Lily's smile grew even wider as she handed you a piece of paper. You took a glance at the paper and quickly put two and two together.

"Oh my god, you didn't" you said snatching the sheet out of her fingers and opened it.

"No, I didn't. Sirius did."

On a once blank line at the bottom of the permission slip was now filled in with your guardians signature.

"H-how did?.."

"Don't ask me how but... he did. Now hurry and get dressed the boys will be halfway through breakfast buy now"

Time skip (your in your regular clothes and just entered the great hall)

The smell of toast and pumpkin juice hit the pair of you right in the face. It was breakfast time and buy the looks of it most people were still asleep, leaving all of the good stuff for the taking.

As you and Lily walked to the 4 marauders, you felt a pair of familiar eyes watching you. When you saw it was Severus Snape you smiled and gavehim a small wave in wich he shyly gave you one back.

Even as children, you and Lily had always been together. You found out you were witches together and you met Severus together. And despite his home life he was the kindest person you had ever met. When you found out you were going to the same magical school as him you were over the moon and so was he. When you actualy got to Hogwarts the 3 of you became as thick as theaves but when you met the marauders he slowly became distant with you ... it broke your heart.

"Ah here are the lovely ladies now," James said with a gleeful smile.

"What took you so long?" Sirius said, standing from his seat to allow room for Lily and you.

Lily gave them an apologetic smile and sat nest to James who took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her.

"Sirius, I owe you a favour" you said showing him the permission slip with a smile.

He gave you a cheeky smile and said with outstretched arms " How about a hug and we call it even?"

"Sounds like a deal,"you smiled as he pulled you into a hug. It lasted for about a minute until you felt eyes on you again. When you pulled away, you saw that Sirius was looking behind you with a smug grin on his lips. You followed his gaze to see Snape with a broken look in his eyes.

With a hint of anger on your face, you turned back to the curly-haired wizard. " You know, Sirius. Being an arrogant git doesn't suit you one bit" you hissed, tapped Lily on the shoulder, told her you'd see her in Hogsmeade and made your way out of the hall.

After giving your slip to Mcgonagall, you began your walk to Hogsmeade before everyone else. You knew the way since you had been before. The walk was quiet and it was a welcomed breath of fresh air. It was pleasantly quiet and calming, the sun was shining and the wind was whistling through the trees.  

Halfway through your walk you heard some movement behind you, you turned around you saw the familiar black-haired boy you had known for years. He looked somewhat shocked to see you and you too were surprised at first. He never seemed like the type of person to go to Hogsmead, but it was good to see him out of the castle.

"Oh hello Severus, I thought I was here by myself."

His shock was slowly disappearing and he took a few steps to walk around you. "I apologise...ill... get out of your way"

"What? no."  You questioned, taking a few steps to stand beside him.

"Join me. Other than Lily you're the only person I can stand talking to."

When you said this he looked at you in a way you had never seen before. Admittedly, you understood his reaction to some extent. someone you hadn't spoken to in ages suddenly asks you to join them on a walk? very strange.

"I mean if you want to join me.. Id understand if you don't."

"N-no id like that" he quickly interjected. "I would like that."

The two of you started walking, side by side and for the first time in ages you talked. And it felt like nothing had changed between you.

"So... how has school been treating you?"

"Its been the same as every other year, I'm afraid. Very... unfulfilling. What about you?"

You sighed and fiddled with your shirt. "It's been stressful, to say the least, Severus. I'm majorly failing potions and my... friends are jerks."

"But you're friends with Lily and shes good at potions, why don't you ask her to help?"

"Are you kidding me? She's too busy hanging out with James." you chuffed. "And besides I've already asked her."

Another look crossed his face. This time you could practically see the cogs turning in his head before he spoke up again.

"Well... I can tutor you... if you wish."

Of all of the things you expected him to say you never expected that. He wanted to help you?  "Really Severus? Id hate to impose."

"I wouldn't have offered if you were imposing."

A small smile crept onto your face. "Thank you Severus, but are you sure you want to be stuck with me for an hour?"

He gave an amused chuff and answered " I'm sure I will survive."

"Alright well I'm free all day on Sundays so.... does 1 pm work for you?"

"It does indeed, in the library and bring a notebook"

Before you could answer your name rang through the air. It was Lily, James, Peter, Sirius and Remus making their way down the hill.

Almost eminently you saw Severus demeanour change. He became fidgety and his head slowly curled itself to look at the mud path below his feet.

"Listen, Severus, I um... I have to walk with them now so I'll see you tomorrow yea?" you said nudging him and trying yo look him in the eye. when his gaze met yours you offered the tallboy a smile.

"Yes. tomorrow" he said before quickly scampering off down the road.

The group eventually caught up with you and Sirius threw his arm around your shoulders. " Hey, what you talking to Snivellus Snape for?"

Your eyebrows knotted in confusion as you pushed his arm off of you and looked at him. "What did you just say?" You genuinely didn't hear what he said but given his response, it clearly wasn't something good.

The smile on his face then morphed onto fear at the realisation of what he has just said. His eyes scanned his friends faces and they were just as scared for him.

"Severus, Severus Snape. that's what I said" he chuckled. The rest of your friends chuckled with him. You weren't convinced that's what he said but you went along with it since you were in an awkward situation.

"RIGHT LADS, WHO WANTS SOME BUTTERBEER!" shouted Remus pointing his wand towards the Hogsmead.

Everyone cheered and continued walking down the dirt path while you lagged behind, pulling Lily to walk with you.

Time skip to a few months later

As agreed, you and Severus would meet up in the library every Sunday for tutoring and during that time you learnt so much. Not just about potions but about Severus too. This clearly was something he enjoyed doing and he was eager to do.  You also learnt a lot about yourself during this time.

Turns out you had quite a knack for potions when you had the right teacher and your grades slowly got better too.

Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing you learnt during this time. You found out that Sirius had a crush on you. He of course had yet to tell you this news himself. Peter let it slip in one of your charms class and you were shocked.

Then, on top of that, unbeknownst to you, Lily had told the boys what you were doing on Sunday afternoons and Sirius was pissed, to say the least.

This particular Sunday, Severus had asked you to meet him next to the tree across the Black Lake.  He heard it was going to be nice out and since it was just going to be a reading session you thought why not.

On your journey there, you heard yelling and cheering near your destination. As you got closer you began to recognise some voices and when you heard Severus yelling you sprinted towards the tree.

When you exited the shrubbery you saw Sirius and the boys laughing at something above them. It was Severus. Sirius had cast a spell that pulled Severus feet first into the air. Hanging him upside-down.

You felt your blood boil in your veins. You didn't know this was going on or for how long but it stopped right then and there. Within seconds you grabbed your wand and shouted at the top of your lungs "EXPELLIARMUS!".

The amount of fear that glazed everyone's eyes in that seconds, was nothing more than horrifying. None of them expected you to be there (over an hour early) and they definitely didn't expect you to have this much anger pumping through you as you did in that moment.

The spell practically forced Siriuses wand out of his hand making Severus slowly land on the ground.  

You walked right up to Sirius, who was quivering in his boots, and pointed your wand right at his face.

" YOU! You slimy, egotistical, peace of shit!"

"N-Now (Y/N)" He stuttered, holding his hands up in surrender.

"SHUT UP! now you will answer my questions with 100% honesty or I will destroy that pretty face of yours. Understand?"

He nodded his head vigorously.

You didn't need to worry about the others shooting you with their wands because they were just as scared as their precious "Pad Foot".

"Why are you doing this Sirius and for how long?" you seethed.

" B-because I'm in love with you..." He said looking at you with hopeful eyes " and so is Severus. I did it because I was Jesus."

You pushed your wand under his chin " I know the first bit but how long, Pad Foot?"

He went silent and lowered his gaze. "Since our first year"

You sighed and looked at the rest of the group. Your anger was slowly going away.

" You knew about this?" You asked. However, when you didn't get a response your anger quickly returned.

"DID YOU KNOW!"

Simultaneously they all nodded their heads. Your friends.. they were your friends and they purposefully hurt someone so that you would go out with one of them. It made you sick!

You raised your wand and pointed at all of them.

" Don't ever talk to me again or else the next time I see your names on the murders map will be in the dark forest. 6 FEET UNDER THE WHOMPING WILLOW! UNDERSTAND?" you yelled, tears at the corner of your eyes.

Sirius was upset, he took a few steps closer to you. " (Y/N), please"

"WHAT did I just... say?"

As he took another step towards you, you shot a bolt of electricity at his feet. "get out of my sight, all of you."

Within seconds they ran away with their tails between their legs.

Throughout this exchange, Severus was stood right next to the tree. He heard every word that left your lips and felt the emotion on every letter but at the same time, he felt fear. He felt the fear that was radiating off of the murders and he felt a fear he thought he would have gotten used to buy now. The fear of being rejected by the one person he loved more than anyone else. After Sirius had exposed his feelings to you.. that fear almost consumed him. When he saw you fall to your knees and drop your wand on the grass, However, he put the fear aside and went to comfort you.

Your face was already stained with tears. The pain you felt was excruciating and your hands were shaking from the amount of adrenalin. But... despite all of that when you saw Severus face come into view you smiled at him.

" You" you said breathlessly in a calm voice.

He knelt down to your level, with a clenched jaw, worry written all over his face.

With the smile still on your face you looked at him and said "You, Severus Snape are lucky that I love you too"

 Please feel free to drop your ideas in the comments or private messing me. Love ya!!

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Here’s a prompt from the tag! “ Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.” bc I have a feeling Remis would be the type to end up eating Sirius’ dessert instead of his bc he doesn’t know what to order but Sirius knows his taste dkfjsjaha

~Notes: Oh no baby! I read this wrong, thinking it was Person A ordering for them instead because Person B didn’t know what they wanted.... And well this came out-- I can totally write a different prompt though to match this one! Just LMK! <3 <3

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Send Me A Prompt  |  Reblogs are like the tastiest dessert!!

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Remus pads softly into his and Sirius’s room, a mug of steaming Darjeeling in hand and clad only in a his robe as he gazes longingly at the sleeping form of his partner for nearing on three years now. 

The early morning sun pans across the wide expanse of Sirius’s shoulders, and dips into the planes and valleys of his muscular torso and angular face. Lying there, with his dark hair fanning the pillow and the blanket slung lazily around his hips, he looks like some sort of fallen angel. Beautiful and remote and impossible to touch by sullied hands that aren’t half as sacred. It makes his heart thud an uneven staccato when he remembers that he’s his— Sirius chose Remus, Sirius loves Remus— Maybe even nearly as much as Remus has always loved him.

How remarkable of a revelation indeed.

Gingerly, Remus sets down his tea and crawls back into bed with Sirius, insides thrilling when the dark haired boy subconsciously snakes his arms around him and curves around Remus’s body like so many times before, so often that Remus reckons it’s become by rote, an ingrained response to whenever they’re in close proximity to one another.

With a quiet laugh, Remus stretches around, begins peppering Sirius’s chest and abs and the space surrounding his cock with tender kisses, slowly rousing him to wakening the way Sirius always appreciates after a night of patrols for the Auror’s academy. And as usual, it doesn’t take long at all for Sirius to begin moaning out appreciative sighs, thrusting languorously for the warmth of his mouth, making Remus chuckle as he tugs down his pants, and kisses the length of him, peering up to watch as Sirius’s gorgeous, gray eyes flutter open.

“Wh— Moony?” He says in a peculiarly squeaky voice that Remus can’t ever remember slipping out of his mouth. 

“Yes— Problem, Paddy?”

Another discontent, borderline terrified noise rumbles in his throat, and before Remus could even ask what’s got his boyfriend acting like he’s touched in the head, the door to their flat flings open none too gently, and it’s an irate looking James who storms into the bedroom— fists clenched and jaw set as he glares daggers into the face of his practical brother.

“You’re dead Potter!” Is all he shouts before madness ensues— Madness that’s James’s flying fists for Sirius’s face, Peter’s choked laughter flowing in from the other room, and a Lily who looks stuck between horrified and amused

And Remus is so fucking bewildered as he slides off of his boyfriend to avoid any untoward hits accidentally aimed his way.

“Lily?” he presses expectantly, but is totally unsurprised when all she replies with is a bout of uninhibited cackles.

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Fifteen minutes, a magically healed split lip, and a physically restrained pair of animagi later, finds the ragtag group of friends surrounding the kitchen Island while a terse James and enraged Sirius are explaining what had happened the previous night. Namely, them getting hexed by a sour faced old bint with a Guinness in hand, after Sirius had driven his motorbike through her rosebushes.

“You guys got bested by a drunk hag!” Peter guffaws for the third time in a singular minute, clutching at his stomach while his body wracks with a continuous stream of  laughter

“I will singe your bollocks off Wormtail,” Sirius seethes from Remus’s left— Except no, it’s not Sirius. It’s James, his best mate James who’s now inhabiting the body of his lover. And God how strange of a fucking turn of events. It’s seriously unnerving. He’s just standing their, all too familiar arms crossed against his chest and thick brows furrowed. And God, Remus really wishes he wouldn’t do that— worry on his bottom lip mid snarl. It’s such a quintessentially Sirius thing to do. a look Remus knows well. One that Remus would always coax away with a gentle kiss and a hand carding through his hair and— 

“Oof!”

He glances over to where Sirius— wearing James’s face— is glowering at him with pure irritation after having elbow checked him. “Eyes front and center Lupin!”

Remus flushes, glancing over at Lily since she out of everyone here could understand his plight. But of course she’s only snickering to herself in her cup of coffee, the trader. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just because ’s my body doesn’t mean you get to give another bloke the come hither eyes!” Sirius fumes, a sneer caught on his features that Remus never thought the face of the easy going James Potter could ever conjure. “Crikey, it’s plenty that you decided to give him a full on show already.”

“How was I to know this would happen!” Remus sputters the same time James defends that they even barely started, which of course made Peter fall over on his chair with pure delight and Lily walking over to the kettle so she can hide her own laughter.

“Lucky you,” Sirius snipes back, glaring darkly at James and snatching Remus’s hand to interlock with his— erm James’s?— own on his lap.

Remus is so totally fucked.

.-

Graciously, Professor McGonagall— who told the graduating Gryffindor  class of 78 to always reach out if they ever needed help with a strangely wet glint in her eyes— Replies to the pleading missive Remus had sent almost immediately, giving Remus the proper instructions to reverse the jinx and wishing him and Lily the best for the impending tribulations about to befall them.

“She’s totally loving this,” James mumbles moodily as Lily massages his head. And Merlin, is that a strange sight— Lily not only deigning to touch Sirius at all, but look at him sympathetically on top of that. Remus has to constantly remind himself of the body swap before his ridiculous envy begins carving at his insides when James only looks appreciatively back up at her, a gentle, open expression painted over his face that is ordinarily reserved for Remus and Remus alone.

“God this is weird,” Lily tells him, slowly inching away and sitting besides Remus instead. “I usually can’t stand even the sight of Black, and now I’ve got to treat him like the bloke I’m in love with.”

“That’s not what you said this morning Evans,” Sirius goads from Remus’s other end, suddenly reverting back to looking like the James of fifth year— when he was still too cocky for his own good and still didn’t understand how much it made Lily want to hex him to hell for it. “I actually think I recall a lot of back robs and straddling action this morning.”

Lily casts him a look that would absolutely scorch lesser beings, and Remus reasons that his own glower is emulating the same energy because Sirius quickly presses their foreheads together and squeezes Remus’s hand between both of his own in silent repentance. “I knocked her off once i realized it wasn’t you love.”

“Didn’t even bother to aim for the bed you absolute sod.”

“It was fight or flight while you had your grubby little hands all over me Evans!” Sirius airily sniffs.

“Oh I’ll show you grubby little hands!” Lily seethes, pouncing forwards right when Sirius hides behind Remus’s back.

“Children,” Remus intones, beyond over it. “Did you all not realize the massive problem with this little mishap.”

“You mean besides dealing with James’s pitiful little knob.” Sirius asks, faux owlish.

“You touch my knob Black and I swear to God I’ll shave off all your hair.” James snipes, which really isn’t all that fair considering how Sirius doesn’t even care about his perfect locks half as much as Remus does.

“Bloody hell! That’s brilliant!” Peter squawks from the loveseat, absolutely glowing. “James, you think you can get Moony’s name tattooed on his arse.”

James’s face goes sly, Remus’s favorite smirk toying the edges of his lips and his stormy eyes glinting with mirth that Remus only ever sees on his boyfriend’s face before a prank or while Remus is undressing in front of him. 

“What did I say about that look Moony!” Sirius shouts, scathing and skewering him with a look James only ever  employed as Head Boy  on the third year students stupid enough to get caught while trying to pull off a prank.

“Erm— Ahem.” Remus adjusts himself in his seat, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Yes well, that is rather besides the point.”

“So what is the point, Rem,” Lily asks smugly, and Remus absolutely hates how much she’s enjoying this. She should be suffering just as much as him for the sake of Circe.

“Well didn’t you have that lunch date set up with your older sister and her husband for today?” Remus points out, a mutinous little part of him preening at how her face goes a sickly sort of pale at the reminder. Finally someone is as ill over this as he is.

“Oh bloody shite! You’re right! And Professor McGonagall said that this incantation can only be done at night, the same time as it was originally cast!”

“We’re not in school anymore Evans, you can just call her McGonagall. Or Minnie if you’re so inclined.”

“Shut the fuck up Black!” Lily shrieks, and Remus can’t help but unfavorably liken her to a banshee. “I promised Petunia that I’d see her before she leaves on holiday tomorrow! And she bloody hates Black!”

“nasty harpy.”

“What are we going to do!”

“Erm— Well maybe you can explain to her the switch up?” Peter offers, always meek in the face of Lily’s wrath.

“She already thinks I’m a freak for being a witch Peter! I can’t bring James looking like that and expect her to be fine with it!”

“Most people would consider James having upgraded,” Sirius argues.

“The tattoo will be bright pink I reckon,” James muses loudly to himself, pretending not to have heard Sirius. “A nice contrast to your pasty white arse don’t you think Padfoot?”

Sirius bares his teeth at him and Remus feels an impending migraine while Lily continues to lament the idiocy of their boyfriends.

.-

Remus idly contemplates how normal his life could’ve been if he had fought harder with the sorting hat to be placed into Ravenclaw. It would be a much less wonderful existence, to be sure, but it’d be so blessedly normal. Remus would probably have gone steady with that Hufflepuff prefect, Andre, and they would probably still be together. And Andre didn’t have a best friend who he got into insane and improbable situations with, so Remus definitely wouldn’t have been forced to do this. To be forced to go to lunch with his best friend’s wizard hating sister and her pug faced husband and not look longingly over the table at the face of his other best friend where the love of his life is inhabiting his body.

Jesus, is Remus’s life confusing as fuck.

“I need to take a pis— Oof, I mean. I have to use the gents,” Sirius declares as everyone’s entrees are being served, giving a pointed glance to Remus. And he supposes he should talk to him about that, how incredibly obvious Sirius can be when he’s flustered and isn’t trying to show it.

Five minutes after his boyfriend, Remus leaves to meet him in the first open stall, finally feeling less wrong footed for the first time today when Sirius takes him into his unfamiliar arms.

“I’m going to stab my eyes out with a fork Moony!” He hisses, and it’s odd how alien his face— James’s face— is to him. How Remus has never spent the time to memorize the precise slope of his nose, or the shape to his lips. How Remus can’t understand what it means when he squints his left eye or when he flares his nostrils with a slight curl to his mouth. But Remus does recognize the way Sirius has always grabbed his hips in that desperate way when he’s fed up, and how he always presses his nose to the curls behind Remus’s ear when he needs to be grounded. And it’s a bit awkward now that they’re the same height instead of Sirius needing to stoop slightly, and how Sirius now smells like that pricy cologne that James has always sprits with gusto. But it’s familiar enough to make Remus’s shoulders relax from the tension sown through them all day, and breathe out with relief with how the pair of them still understand one another with an innate sort of knowing.

Gingerly, Remus wraps his arms around Sirius’s now less defined torso, and they stand their, tangled into one another amidst the hush settling over  them.

“Oi! You berks!” James hisses from the doorway all too soon, clambering inside and stomping his feet. “I swear to Merlin if you pricks are fucking inside there!”

“Don’t worry Jamie, I’d never put my Moons through the indignity of dealing with that after he’s had me,” Sirius jeers, preening when James replies by throwing something hard against the doorway.

“C’mon you idiot,” Remus sighs, tugging on a lowly chuckling Sirius as they meet James by the exit of the loo.

“I’ve had three different birds sliding their numbers into my trousers on my way here alone,” James complains, shuffling foot to foot and looking more awkward than Sirius ever has. “It’s obscene.”

“It’s the life of the beautiful,” Sirius corrects as Remus swaths his hand away from his arse. 

“I’d rather not have Petunia getting a heart attack when she sees her sister’s boyfriend copping a feel of another bloke,” he chides before looping his arm through James’s and begins strolling back to the table.

.-

The rest of the lunch is thankfully uneventful, but as stilted as expected, filled with Sirius needing to be kicked in the shin every time he starts gazing absentmindedly at Remus, and Lily flickering her eyes over to James disappointedly while he pouts at her with Sirius’s best puppy dog eyes. And Every time Petunia starts eyeing them all as if they’re all fucking each other behind the scenes, Remus clumsily changes the topic to the weather or how lovely her engagement ring is or asking Vernon about bloody drills— Even if all he wants to do is reach across the table and hold Sirius’s hand.

But thankfully, it all seems to be going along decently enough— That is until the waiter comes around to take their orders and spends a little too long leering at Remus, asking if he’d like a cinnamon roll on the house.

“He’d like a slice of the chocolate fudge cake and he has a boyfriend that probably wouldn’t appreciate the extra service.” Sirius growls out, specs gone askew and dark knuckles paling from where he’s clutching his spoon vindictively.

The waiter only smiles at him, shrugging in that what can you do kind of way before dashing off to place the orders in with the kitchen.

“Hmm,” Petunia levels him with a glance, unimpressed looking. “So James.”

It takes a beat too long for Sirius to respond and Remus silently curses his every damn star. 

“Erm, yes Petunia.”

“How long have you been fucking my sister’s friend behind her back?”

Lily goes shellshocked and James looks ill while Remus sinks lower in his seat, trying to force Sirius to get it together through his eye contact alone.

“Hah— Wow, you’ve been watching those silly Muggle dramas have you Petunia.” Sirius says in a mangled tone of voice, but of course that’s the precise wrong thing to have said.

With matching red faces and spluttering words of indignation— a few curses thrown in for good measure— Petunia and her husband rise from their seats and make a hasty retreat to their car towards the back of the building.

“Oh Christ,” Lily groans, jumping up to sprint after them— but not without swinging a perfectly aimed cuff to the back of Sirius’s porcupine head. “I’ll hex you once you’re out of my boyfriend’s sodding body Black!”

“I understand Evans!” He calls after her before swinging his head over to James and Remus with a mischievous grin. “We tried didn’t we?”

“You just couldn’t keep your bloody jealous  temper in check,” James scolds with no real heat.

“Oi! And what about you lusting over Lily so blatantly you tosser! It was revolting.”

“Yeah, well maybe you’ll remember that next time you’re gazing at Moony’s arse out in public you mongrel.”

Exhausted, Remus just rises and tells them to stay behind and make sure Lily’s alright. “I need a bath and some quiet.”

“Can I join,” Sirius pouts. “I miss you.”

“Only once you’re my  Sirius again,” Remus instructs, brooking no arguments before he finds a safe place to apparate, telling himself that he deserves an entire bottle of that cheap merlot they bought last weekend.

[kataang-dungeon]

Beautiful No Matter What

When a new beauty trend starts to increase in popularity, Katara struggles with her image of herself.

Rated: M

Word count: 1891

Read here on ao3.

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It starts out as a new trend, mostly in the larger cities where more people reside, and in the areas where news comes quickly. Katara hears it first in Ba Sing Se, because of course she does. Of all the places she has been, this city is by far the most baffling. She guesses that she should not be surprised when she hears the first giggles and whispers on the streets.

"Oh Liling, your breasts are so big! They look so much better than mine," exclaims a rather prissy-looking woman. "I bet Diu will love them, especially in that dress you're wearing tonight."

At first, Katara thinks it is ridiculous. She thinks nothing of it. Then, she passes the winding districts in the Lower Ring on her way to help heal at a clinic with neglected funding. She sees drawings and pinups for sale in back corners, lewd imagined pictures of women with breasts popping out of their blouses, cleavage bigger than she has ever seen in person. Men salivate over them, turning in coin for a picture or two, and some of the wealthier ones even commissioning paintings of women in provocative poses through their servants.

She hates it, thinks it is demeaning to women. She scoffs at the idea. Still, she cannot help but notice that as the months pass by, more and more women walk with their chests puffed out, backs straighter, shoulders high. Everywhere she and Aang travel, she sees padding in local markets and shops for enlarging breast size and giving the illusion of a heftier bosom. Dresses with extra pieces of fabric sewn into the front become heavily advertised.

By the time half a year passes and summer arrives, the trend has even reached Kyoshi Island, a feat that Katara thinks could have never happened. Girls in their battle armor compare sizes and snicker when something looks particularly flattering on one of them. Katara is shocked when she hears one of Suki's girls say, "I only like women with breasts big enough for me to squeeze, of course!" when she is asked for her preferences. "If they're too small, it's not fun at all!"

She is not bothered by it except for at that moment, ever so briefly. She thinks that this could not be the new standard of beauty now, not when no one has cared about this before. But she supposes seven years after the war should be enough for people to find other things to worry about.

Aang latches onto her hand as the two of them walk through the streets of the capital city in the Fire Nation. The caldera rises around the buildings and pavement, casting a perpetual shadow upon them that serves as permanent shade in such a hot country.

She is content, her arm swinging with Aang next to her. They pick a place to eat that serves Aang’s favorite spicy potato curry.

She hears it then, the whispers that she dreads, the judging ones. They have followed her for years since she and Aang began dating. Sometimes, it is Aang they criticize. An Air Nomad taking a Water Tribe woman as a significant other, and he is bald at that. Other times, it is her they make snide remarks at. “That Water Tribe wench is only with him because he’s the Avatar. She’s taking advantage of his status,” is something she has heard.

Usually, they do not bother her. They bother neither of them. She and Aang love each other too much for things so trivial as what other people think to cause them to wedge apart.

But Katara listens anyway when a gaggle of people at a nearby table make their presence known.

“How crude of the Avatar to take such a hideous woman to bed,” laughs someone. The voices sound like they belong to young adults or teenagers, and perhaps of noble birth.

“Yeah, imagine Shi bringing that home!” laughs another. “Her boobs are the size of my pinky finger!”

“A piglet couldn’t even suck on one,” adds someone else.

She sees how Aang reacts first. His fingers start to curl, and she can tell he is trying to hold his anger in. The other table is not exactly subtle. But before he can say or do anything, Katara stands, her chair toppling over behind her.

A fire burns in her chest, her cheeks are hot with embarrassment, and she storms out of the restaurant without another word.

She makes it back to the palace, unaware that she has thrown open the doors to their chamber until she has already gone to the bathroom to furiously untangle her hair from its braid. She hears footsteps run behind her, and then Aang stands behind her. She can see the worried expression on his face in the mirror.

“Katara,” he starts, but she cuts him off.

“I’m going to bed,” she states, finally throwing her hair tie on top of the countertop. She pivots into their room and grabs her sleep clothes.

“It’s still sunset,” Aang speaks again. The door to their bathroom shuts. “Please, Katara. You know they were out of line. You’re—”

She swivels around to face him, mouth in a scowling line. “You heard them. I’m ugly and my breasts are too small and—”

Aang tries to grab for her flailing hands. Her sleep clothes fall to the floor. “You never cared about looks before,” he says. His eyebrows are scrunched together. “And you know that no matter what you say, you’re still the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

A tiny part of her wants to burst with affection for him because she knows he is right, and she knows he means it. Yet, all those months of being shown that she is not desirable enough, that she isn’t pretty enough—sinks into her head and suddenly all she knows is that all those things are true. And if they are true, she is not enough for him.

She wants more than anything to be enough for Aang.

Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes before she can stop them. She hastily begins to wipe them away, but Aang is there again. His hands on her face, thumbing her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, Katara,” he murmurs. So soft. “I promise.”

Her breath heaves. “But what if I’m not?” she asks no one in particular. “I am small-chested, and people are more attracted to larger chests and—”

“And nothing,” Aang insists. His eyes are upon her. They sparkle with adoration. “It doesn’t matter to me. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He pauses to press a kiss to her forehead. Then, lowly, he says, “I can show you exactly how perfect.”

Their gazes meet, and she remembers just who she is with.

He guides her in a slow circle, a gentle dance. The sun sets through the window, and they move to their own tune. His hands are on her shoulders, asking for permission. She shudders when he makes his promise to her again, that she is beautiful no matter what.

He slides the fabric of her tunic down one of her arms and kisses her shoulder. He slides the other sleeve down to her elbow and his lips are on the crook of her neck. Her tunic pools on the floor and she is left with her trousers and undergarments on.

He looks at her, the fading sunlight lining his face, his strong jaw, and there is desire there. She feels it.

Still, she crosses her arms over her chest, covering the bindings that hide her breasts from him. She should not be afraid to bare herself to him. They have done this and more before. The lingering notions of shame grasp at her thoughts. She looks away.

“Katara,” Aang says. He brings her face closer to his until they are but a breadth from each other.

And that is all it takes.

He moves her so that she sits on the edge of the bed. His fingers find the fasteners of her bindings and unlatch them. In his hands he cups the sides of her, trails butterfly kisses in between her breasts, hovers over her stomach.

His touch is magic, melts something inside of her that she did not know was festering. He makes her feel like a panda lily that blossoms in its rarity on the cone of a volcano. A pinprick of loveliness even in the depths of destruction.

He lavishes her with his fingers, moves up her torso so that he kisses every part of her. He gently sucks on her nipples, one at a time, until they are swollen and wet and turgid with want.

His teeth graze her chest, and she feels him smile into her. He enjoys this, and it fills her with glee.

“Do you see how perfect you are?” he mutters, “How lovely you are?” The tip of his tongue then subsequently peeks out to the side of her breast.

She bites her bottom lip, trying not to moan her delight.

He has always made love to her well, but something about this time is different. He focuses solely on her, emphasizing the parts of her that she had started to hate. When he touches her, it is both with ease and affection. He does not move to remove her trousers, and somehow, that makes her want him more.

“Aang I—” she begins, quivering, “Please.”

His hands are on her back, and he finally moves so that she is laying down on the mattress. His body is so close to hers that she can feel his hardness against her leg.

His nibbles her breasts again and she groans.

“Tell me how beautiful you are,” he gently commands. He kisses her wrist, the inside of her elbow, her thigh. He moves up again, so they are looking each other in the eye. “Tell me,” he practically begs.

She shivers and shakes her head. “I can’t.”

Aang sucks a nipple again, teasing at the drawstrings of her trousers. He glances upward, waiting for her reply.

Katara feels the warmth building in her core, the wetness between her legs. She sees the pleading in his expression, the ripe and raw emotion in the way he looks at her. He holds himself back from her, and it is all she can take. She wants more.

She rises in a rapid motion until she crashes against him. Her arms are around his neck, her lips locked against his. She pulls away only for a second to say, “I’m beautiful,” before she is on him again.

She says it because she needs him. She says it because if anyone can see the magnificence in anyone it is Aang.

They fall to the floor, and he laughs because he has won. She believes him wholeheartedly now as her underwear and trousers disappear below her knees, and he adores her again. The way he loves her at this moment makes her remember that this is one of the many reasons she too loves him.

Aang makes her love herself.

When her back arches and she is thrumming with pleasure on the floor that evening, she forgets for a moment that anyone could make her feel inadequate when she has a man that can make her feel everything but that.

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The Ball - A Wolfstar One Shot

Tonight was the night. The night that the class of 1978 had been anxiously awaiting. The seventh year leavers’ ball. Every girl had meticulously perfected each element of their outfit and the lads had some help from their dates in finding the right dress robes, corsages and other accessories. Each couple was perfectly matching one another, and the Great Hall was decorated with magic aplenty. Confetti sprinkling down from the ceiling, banners that flashed different messages of good-luck and goodbyes, self-refilling plates and bowls of food and drinks and tables that grew depending on how many people were around it.

The couplings were just as anyone expected, Peter and Mary going as friends, James and Lily, Marlene and Dorcas, and who could forget, Sirius and Remus. Sirius had been fussing over each detail of their ensembles since Remus asked him out in a much less extravagant way then James did for Lily. Sirius was wondering how he could tie a tie and fold a pocket square without magic and trying to find spells so that his robes’ shade of black was exactly the same as Remus’.

The night was finally here, and Remus was on what he calls “the perfect day” of the lunar cycle, it’s the day when the moon has very little effect on him, his strength, his senses, anything. He could enjoy the time with his date like any regular lad going. Even though Sirius had started getting ready at 1 o’clock that afternoon, he still wasn’t done, and it was nearly 7 o’clock, the start of the ball. Remus was the only one left in the common room, he was nervously fidgeting with the positioning of his corsage, which Sirius has picked out to match the dress robes. He was about to go see if Sirius was okay, even though he was given strict orders to not see him until he was done.

Just as Remus started towards the stairs to the dorm, his date walked down. Remus’ breath escaped him completely. The wait was definitely worth it. Sirius’ long, silky curtain of hair was pulled into the signature bun with his wand going through it, small pieces of hair purposefully pulled out, perfectly framing his already perfect face. His makeup could be described as nothing less than gorgeous, blue shimmering eyeshadow accompanied by a large wing of eyeliner, the dash of blush brought even more warmth to his face and the bright red lipgloss was the cherry on top of the cake. The robes that Sirius was panicking so much about were just as perfect as the boy wearing them, the midnight blue tie and pocket square folded and tied perfectly, adorned with a dog paw print tie pin.

“You going to stand there gawking or are you going to take me to the ball?” Sirius said jokingly, a wide smile on his face. Remus found the ability to speak.

“Sirius, you look beautiful.” He said adoringly.

“You look very handsome.” Sirius replied.

“Thanks. Well, shall we?” He held an arm out.

“Yes, we shall.” Sirius replied, linking arms with his date.

They walked down to the hall, smiles gleaming and unchanging.

When they got down to the area before the hall, they instantly spotted their friends and walked over.

“Finally!” James said, spotting the two.

“We almost thought you weren’t coming.” Lily said.

“After all the effort that went into this?”he gestured to his entire body, “You’d have to be barking.”

“I reckon I look better though.” Marlene butted in, dramatically adjusting her robes and orange tie, which she favoured over a dress.

“Attention students!” McGonagall announced by the entrance to the hall, “If you get into your pairs, you may enter in a moment.”

Everyone instantly jumped into a line, joined tightly to their partners. The doors swung open, revealing the decorations that Lily and Dorcas were in charge of, every one walked in and sat at their allocated seats, ready for their meal which promptly arrived, well, appeared. Soon after, everyone was done eating and ready to dance.

The first dance was to a traditional wizard’s ball song, with a specific dance to accompany it, Sirius assumed what was usually the female’s part. The music started and everyone started dancing in synchronisation. As Remus and Sirius danced together, they felt strangely connected in a a strange way, each move, each lift, each second caused the connection to grow. The last lift at the very end of the song went well, but Remus lowered Sirius slowly and gently, not wanting the moment to end. Sirius looked deeply at Remus as he slowly descended. After a few moments of silence before the next song a million emotions flowed through each lad, and an equal amount of words were silently exchanged. The next song started playing, this one very slow and no specific dance, the two just held each other. Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders, and Remus held onto Sirius’ waist, their foreheads were pressed against each other’s, eyes shut as they gently swayed to the music.

Lily and James were holding each other in a similar fashion, her red hair in bouncy curls over one shoulder, James didn’t want to wear green, but after seeing Lily in her dress for the first time he could not resist. Dorcas and Marlene chose to wear orange, Dorcas in a light, flowing dress that actually managed to get Marlene at a loss for words and Peter and Mary in yellow to “symbolise the happiness of friendship” as they put it, Mary had a rather simple dress on, that worked surprisingly well with the dresses of her friends. The three couples all kept staring at Sirius and Remus, happy that they had finally found that bond that had always been lurking within since they met.

The volume of the song started to increase, Remus and Sirius separated their foreheads and nodded in unspoken understanding. As the music suddenly swelled, the two boys pulled each other into a kiss, a passionate kiss that cemented their bond with each other, forever, no matter what.

A few songs and a lot of dancing later, the two lads had snuck off outside to their little spot on the grounds that no one else knew about. Sat with not even a centimetre between them, silently smoking while enjoying the company of each other. Remus finished his cigarette and threw it to the ground, and turned to face his boyfriend. He just stared at how perfect he looked.

“You’re gawking again.” He said while casually taking another puff.

“I know.”

“Okay, then.” He said, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Merlin, you’re gorgeous.” Remus let out and caused a massive smile to grow on Sirius’ face.

“You are just,” Sirius said chuckling, not quite being able to find the right word.

“I’m just what?”

He placed a small kiss on Remus’ lips.

“That, you’re just that.”

Remus chuckled, but a thought crossed his mind and caused his face to drop.

“Are you sure you want us?” He asked, motioning between the two.

“What do you mean?” Sirius’ expression unchanged.

“I’m a werewolf and you’re a Black.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.”

“We aren’t exactly going to have it easy.”

“Remus,” he said softly, throwing his cigarette away and moving to sit on his boyfriend’s lap, “I don’t care. I just want you, and you are a werewolf, and that’s amazing, and you are amazing.”

Remus started to tear up at those words.

“Padfoot, that was beautiful.” He said gently tucking one of the stray bits of Sirius’ hair behind his ear.

“No, Moony, you are beautiful, in whatever form.” His silver eyes twinkling in the starlight.

Remus gently pulled Sirius into another small kiss. Remus was staring at Sirius, something was clearly dancing around his mind.

“What is it, Rem?”

He took a deep breath before saying: “I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

It was Sirius’ turn to tear up now. He let of a happy sob and flung his arms around Remus, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. After a few moments of a bone crushing hug, Sirius looked at Remus fully.

“I love you, and I will never stop.”

Remus took another deep breath and said: “Pads, I never want to spend a day without you, never again, so would you consider spending this night with me? And tomorrow, and every day after that?”

Sirius was speechless. His happy crying replaced with a shocked expression that was fixed and impossible for Remus to read.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to quick wasn’t it? You can forget I said that, if you want. I-”

Remus was cut off by deep kiss.

“Of course I will.” Sirius said in a soft whisper.

The two went back into another tearful, bone crushing hug.

“We should tattoos as well.” Sirius said, finally looking at his boyfriend again.

“What of?”

Sirius looked around for ideas until his eyes landed on his tie pin.

“What about we get each other’s paw prints?”

“That sounds great, Pads.”

The two pressed their foreheads together again, just next with each other. They enjoyed a long few moments, until they were abruptly bombarding with their friends dog piling on top of them. All of them rolling on top of one another in an entanglement of limbs, laughing so much that most of them were losing their breath completely. When they were finally all free of each other, Dorcas piped up: “We were wondering where you got to!”

“Yeah, we thought you’d gone back to the dorm to-“

“NO, that was just you Mary!” Lily cut her off.

“How did you find us?” Remus asked.

“You forget that one of us can turn into a very small, somewhat undetectable animal.” Peter answered.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.”

“Why’d you guys sneak out here anyways?” Marlene asked.

“We were trying to get some peace and quiet.” Sirius said.

“Yeah, probably so you could-“

“Mary MacDonald, I swear to God!” Lily shouted.

“Shall we go back in? It’s freezing out here.” Dorcas said, brushing the grass from her dress. All the girls made their way in as the boys stayed behind staring after some of their closest friends, Sirius and Remus clinging to each other’s side like there’s no tomorrow.

“They all look great tonight don’t they?” Remus said aloud.

“They always do, mate.” James said, clapping an arm around Remus’ back.

“You know what I mean, you were absolutely gawping at Lily, more than usual that is.” Remus joked.

“I could say the same about you with that one.” He gestured towards Sirius.

Remus let out a light chuckle.

“Can you blame me? He looks gorgeous.” He turned his head to look at Sirius, who was giggling and blushing.

James walked around to Sirius’ free side and put an arm around his back which was promptly returned, and Remus waved to Peter to join him. The four boys walked back to the castle, linked together like brothers, well two were closer than brothers. The special, unique bonds that each shared were ones that would last a lifetime. And Remus and Sirius? That bond would surpass a lifetime.

Hello there, sorry this one was so long, it’s ~1880 words so if you made it to the end then have a cookie 🍪. This was inspired by a part I put in ‘Take Me Back - A Wolfstar One Shot’. Thank you for reading! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated as well as other ideas for future fics!🥰

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