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Wandering Spirit

*blows a kiss* For my Crack Anons <3

Been working on this for a couple of weeks now. The Pokemon AUs really inspired me, so I wrote how Lan came into contact with Mega as a Yamask

If you’re new here: This fic is inspired by the MMBN Pokemon AU initially conceived by an Anon suggesting the idea that when Hub died his soul turned into a Yamask. Since then, some more nice Anons have come to me with more prompts for the AU

Hope you enjoy!

“Yamask: The Spirit Pokemon. These Pokemon arose from the spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. Each retains memories of its former life.”

He’s not sure how long he’s been wandering. Days? Weeks? Months? Years? He only knows the simplest things like how to find food and shelter from the elements. Most other pokemon avoid him, not wanting to anger him if they were to come too close to the mask he holds.

His mask…

He stops where he is to once again take a look at the mask in his possession, never daring to part with it. He feels an oncoming wave of tears as he looks at it and remembers…

He didn’t live a long life, barely enough time to fully live. He had an illness of the heart, an incurable one at that. Multiple doctors tried to save him, even doing risky and experimental surgeries, but it was useless. He was doomed the moment he had his first spell at only 6 months old.

His name is…or was…Hub Hikari, and he sadly died at the young age of 3 years old. Sometime—he’s not quite sure when—after his burial, his soul somehow rose from the grave and took shape into a Yamask. He’s been roaming the land since, searching for a new purpose in this new life.

He wishes he could reunite with his family, especially his twin Lan, but it feels like a fool’s dream. Once he realized he had been reborn, his first instinct was to go back home…but then he hesitated. He isn’t the same Hub anymore, he’s a pokemon now, a ghost pokemon at that! Ghost pokemon have a stigma attached to them as being sinister. He fears his family would never accept him…well, if they could tell it even is him that is.

So he abandons the dream of coming back home, deciding that starting fresh is probably for the best. Maybe one day he’ll be caught by a trainer, or maybe even a coordinator. He could participate in battles and contests. That could be fun, right?

He sighs again. Until that day comes, he’ll just continue to wander. This new life is turning out to be so lonely…

He suddenly stops where he’s at. It’s currently nighttime and usually at this time the forest he’s been inhabiting becomes quiet and tranquil, but not now. He senses that there’s a disturbance. His hearing picks up heartbreaking sobs and terrified cries of a child.

“Papa! Mama! Where are you!” he hears from the distance, “Please! Don’t leave me alone! Waaah!”

Even though it isn’t any of his business, his soul seems to be drawn to these wails. Why is that? He remembers his mother often praised his kindness and bravery, calling him a “noble soul.” Is that what this is? Is he just feeling a strong desire to help someone in need?

Not wanting to question it further, Hub follows the sounds the child is still emitting, winding his way through the trees and shrubbery. When the cries get louder, he knows he’s close and once he reaches a clearing he pauses, choosing to hide behind a tree and assess the situation rather than jump in unannounced.

Peering behind his hiding spot, Hub looks out into the clearing to see a child—probably no older than 5—curled into himself on the ground, his hands fisted and pressed into his face. Even though he can’t see his eyes, Hub knows the child has fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.

“Papa… Mama… Please, come find me… It’s so dark and scary.” The child says, quieter this time, his voice probably hoarse from all the wailing he had done for the last few minutes.

Hub’s heart goes out to the child, and he feels that tug at his soul again. He may not be able to find this boy’s parents, but he can at least keep him company until they do find him. His mind made up, Hub approaches the child.

Because of his lack of feet, he makes no sound to alert the child of his presence. So it’s no shock that once he lays a comforting (or what he hopes is comforting) hand on the child’s head did the boy startle in fright.

“Who’s there?!” the boy shouts, his wide brown eyes looking to his new shadowy companion.

Despite the darkness of the night, Hub has excellent vision—as all ghost pokemon do—so even if the little boy can’t see him, he can definitely identify every detail of the boy’s face. And what he sees makes his soul cry out and more tears fall from his eyes.

For the boy in front of him is none other than his dear brother—his twin, Lan Hikari.

Unable to speak in a human tongue, Hub produces sounds only a Yamask can make. He tries to convey to his twin who he is, how much he’s missed him, and how much he wishes to be accepted in this new form. He wants Lan to take him home.

But unfortunately for Hub, Lan can’t speak his new language. All his babbling has earned him is a terrified and confused expression on the child’s face.

“Wh-What do you want? G-Go away!” Lan commands, his 5-year-old body trembling as he speaks his words. “I’m warning you, my Papa used to be a strong trainer! He’ll fight you off if you hurt me!”

Hurt him? Hurt his brother? He would never—!

But Lan doesn’t know that…

Lan doesn’t know this is his deceased brother next to him…

The realization that he truly can’t be accepted by his twin weighs heavily on Hub. More tears fall from his eyes as he droops his body in depression. The action seems to have caught Lan’s attention.

“Huh? Are you crying? Why do you look so sad?”

Hub would answer if he could. Sadly, all he knows how to do is cry some more, his heart and soul shattering at finally reuniting with his little brother only to be rejected immediately.

“H-Hey! Don’t cry! I was just bluffing about my Papa! He’s just a pokemon researcher. He did take the gym challenge a long time ago, but he told me he wanted to study pokemon more than make them fight. Oh, geez, I’m sorry!”

Hub looks up and is surprised to see Lan looking sheepish, his tears dried up now and a hand behind his head. He finds it funny in a way, Lan having spent all this time lost and upset and now he’s comforting a pokemon who also became upset. They make quite the pair, it seems.

Seeing that his new companion has calmed down some, Lan decides to continue talking, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. Mama and I came to this town to visit Papa since he’s been busy with work. We decided to take a walk and I saw this really cool Nymble. I chased it into this forest and before I knew it…I got lost.”

He then looks down, his soft brown eyes watering, “I tried to find my way back, but then it kept getting darker and I kept getting more lost. I told Mama I would be brave, but I’m scared now. I don’t know if I’ll see her or my Papa again!”

Hub startles when Lan starts sobbing again, his whimpers breaking the poor Yamask’s heart.

“I’m scared. I want to go home! I want my Mama, I want my Papa… I want my brother!”

Hub’s eyes widen at this admission. Lan remembers him? Even though he’s been dead for a couple of years, he and Lan hardly saw each other due to Hub always being in the hospital. He admits he was fearful Lan forgot all about him after his death.

“I want my brother, but he’s gone now! He’s gone and he’s not coming back! I can’t do anything on my own and I hate it!”

Not knowing what else to do, Hub takes his arms and wraps them around his twin. He tries to sooth the little boy as best as he can, trying to convey that his big brother is here now, he doesn’t have to cry anymore.

Even if he can’t get his feelings across, he at least can tell that the hug makes Lan feel better. He can feel it in his soul. Even if they’ve been apart, coming back to him feels like a bond is being mended. Maybe it’s because they are identical twins—born from the same egg, once the same person before being split in their mother’s womb. Nothing can break a bond between brothers. Nothing can break them apart now, Hub will make sure of it.

Lan sniffles, a watery laugh escaping his lips, “I don’t get it… You come out of nowhere, scare me, cry like a baby, and now you’re hugging me after I start crying too? You’re weird…”

Hub lets out a huff. Here he is trying to console this lost child (and his brother no less) and he gets called weird? Rude!

“…But I like you.” Lan finishes, his arms wrapping tightly around Hub’s shadowy body. Hub feels something warm in his chest.

The tender moment is sadly interrupted by the sound of a bush rustling. Lan lets go of his new friend to peer at it in curiosity while Hub stands by him, his guard up.

“Mama? Papa?” the little boy asks, his voice hopeful that his parents have finally found him.

Unfortunately, it isn’t the boys’ parents that greet them, but a wild Poochyena, teeth bared in malice and red eyes full of hate. Lan gasps in fright and backs away, hoping the distance would keep the hostile pokemon from attacking.

Hub rushes in front of Lan, his body poised in a way to indicate to his enemy that he should back off. The Poocyena sneers in Hub’s direction, producing a menacing growl to show dominance. His enemy doesn’t seem to want to communicate, so Hub has to take a guess and deduces that he and his twin have somehow trespassed onto the wild pokemon’s home turf.

Because of the type disadvantage, Hub will be in trouble if this leads to a fight, so he tries to calmly request that the Poochyena let him and Lan leave quietly. No one has to get hurt, and they won’t show their faces around this part of the forest again…

Much to Hub’s disappointment, however, the pup appears to be the arrogant type. His enemy conveys in harsh barks that he would rather fight and stake his claim than do peace. Without warning, the hostile pokemon pounces, using a Bite attack as he sinks his fangs into Hub’s tail and violently tosses him aside. Now that the bodyguard is no longer in the way, the Poochyena turns his red eyes to the defenseless Lan. Shaking in fear, the little boy manages to find his footing and stumbles further into the forest, trying to get away as his predator takes chase.

Despite the Bite greatly weakening him, Hub manages to bring himself back up. He feels a second wind as the desire to protect his brother spurs him on. He doesn’t care if there’s a type disadvantage, Lan’s in trouble! He just got him back, he’ll be damned if he’s taken from him again. Making haste, the Yamask ventures into the forest—the bond he regained by reuniting with his twin guiding him.

It doesn’t take long to find Lan and the Poochyena, as the wild pokemon corners the child against a pile of rocks next to a rushing river. Lan manages to climb a few of the rocks to distance himself, but it’s clear the pup could easily jump up to snag him with his teeth. Not knowing what else to do, Hub rushes at his opponent, pushing him far away from his brother.

“Yamask!” Lan cries out in shocked delight.

The Poochyena barely manages to avoid the rushing river, lifting himself up and sending a hateful glare at the Yamask. Retaliating, the wild pokemon goes for another Bite attack but this time Hub is prepared, using Protect to defend himself against the super effective move.

Annoyed by the defensive move, the Poochyena uses Howl, raising his attack stat. The Yamask begins to worry; he’s already heavily damaged from that first Bite, another one will definitely cause him to fall and his Protect hardly ever works twice in a row…

“Look out!” Lan yells, fear for his new friend evident. “Dodge, Yamask!”

As if he’s an actual pokemon fit for battle, Hub obeys Lan’s command and manages to dodge the Poochyena’s attack. Seeing an opening, he uses his Astonish attack, causing his opponent to flinch. The attack isn’t very effective, he knows, but if he can keep this up, he might just be able to grab Lan and flee.

The battle continues, Poochyena trying to use another Bite, but is foiled by Protect once again. Fed up by this strategy, Hub’s opponent decides to use Sand Attack, lowering his accuracy. Now that the Yamask is distracted by the sand in his eyes, the pup could use another Howl. Hub begins to sweat, knowing the next upcoming move. If another Bite attack lands, it’s all over. He has to act fast!

Lan gasps in worry and fright as he watches the Poochyena unleash the super effective move. He thinks that this is it for his new friend, but he manages to witness something at the last minute before the attack lands—the Yamask unleashing some kind of hazy mist. Lan is confused at first, as the Bite does hit and takes Yamask down, but it seems that he isn’t out of the fight just yet; just barely holding on, if not worse for wear…

The Poochyena growls in annoyance, knowing his opponent used Haze to bring their stats back to base, meaning his previous Howl was useless and the Yamask’s accuracy was brought back to normal. In an attempt to end the charade, he tries once again to Bite, but it’s useless…that blasted Yamask is able to perform another Protect!

From his protective shield, Hub notices the wild pokemon’s frustration at the turn the battle has taken. The Poochyena must’ve used up all of the PP earlier in the day because instead of trying to continue to use Bite, it starts unleashing more Sand Attacks to lower Hub’s accuracy. It then starts making failed attempts at hitting him with Tackle, which has no effect at all. The lack of effect his efforts are making adds fuel to the Bite Pokemon’s anger. Meanwhile, the child above on the rocks gives a boastful laugh.

“Stupid Poochyena! You can’t use tackle on a ghost! Just give up already! Bleh!” Lan jeers, holding down an eyelid and sticking out his tongue toward the pup.

The boy’s comments didn’t please the Poochyena, as he now ignores the Yamask in favor of using his Tackle against the pile of rocks Lan is still perched on. The child yelps, feeling his safe haven shaking in protest.

“H-Hey! Stop!” he pleads, trying to keep his footing, though the rocks aren’t very sturdy. If he’s not careful, he’ll fall either into the river or into the Bite Pokemon’s gaping maw. “Yamask! Help!”

Hub panics at hearing the cries for help and uses what little energy he has left to try and push himself up. It’s difficult, he’s so tired, but he can’t give up! His brother needs him!

Hub groans, but finally rights himself. He slowly floats his way to his opponent, hoping what he does next pays off because there’s no more chances after this…

His opponent doesn’t see him approach and it’s the perfect chance to strike. Using what strength he has left, Hub rushes in front of the Poochyena and uses Astonish, effectively causing him to flinch. Then, with the enemy’s guard down, Hub shoves the wild pokemon hard, causing him to lose his footing and fall into the rushing river. The last thing Hub hears are whimpers and cries as the current takes Poochyena away.

With the battle finally over, Hub allows himself to relax, leading to him carelessly flop onto the hard ground. He barely registers the child scrambling down the rocks, calling out to him excitedly.

“You were so cool!” Lan gushes, rushing in front of him and beginning to gesture wildly. “The way you took that bully on felt like something a superhero would do! You were like WHAM! And he was all grrrr and rawr! But then you were all like BACK OFF! It was super awesome—no, better than super—it was MEGA AWESOME!”

Hub stares in awe as he watches Lan recount the battle in his own childish way. The absolute excitement and the fire in his eyes are a stark contrast from the crying child he first encountered. This seems to be the real Lan he’s witnessing right now…and the real Lan thinks he’s…mega awesome?

Still too weak to really register what is going on, he feels his brother pull him up from the ground. To Hub’s shock, Lan happily wraps his arms around the Yamask, his face sweetly nuzzling against his shadowy body.

“You saved me…” he says in a grateful and gentle tone, “Thank you.”

Hub feels a new wave of tears enter his eyes, but this time not in sadness. No, these are tears of joy. This. This is where he belongs, right by his twin’s side. Always.

Sadly, the tender moment has to end as the reunited brothers hear a couple of voices in the distance. One belonging to a man, the other a woman.

“Lan! Lan, where are you?”

“Lan! Lan, sweetie, please say something if you’re out there!”

Lan gasps, “Papa! Mama! They’ve finally found me!” He lets Hub go as he moves a few paces ahead. Screaming at the top of his little lungs, the 5-year-old calls out to his parents, “I’m here! I’m here Papa, Mama! I’m right here!”

Hub’s feelings of warmth and contentment are dashed away, and anxiety takes over once again as he realizes that the voices belong to his parents as well… Trembling slightly, he moves himself further away, afraid to be immediately noticed.

“Yuichiro, I hear him! He doesn’t sound far!” he hears his Mama say, before she cries out again, “We’re coming, Lan!”

“Stay where you are, son,” his Papa says next. “We’ll find you!”

“Okay!” Lan says, relief in his voice at finally being able to go back home with his family. Thinking his new friend would be happy for him as well, he turns to the Yamask…only to see the pokemon is trying to blend into the shadows.

“What’s the matter? Are you scared?” he asks, brows furrowed. “Don’t be scared, they’re nice people. I told you Papa is a researcher, he loves pokemon! He won’t hurt you, honest. Mama won’t either, even if she is scary when she’s angry,” he tries to play off the last line as a joke but it falls flat as he sees his new friend is still withdrawn.

Before he can try to coax him out any further, the sound of footsteps becomes more prominent and his parents rush into the clearing. His Mama reaches Lan first, immediately pulling him tightly against her.

“Oh, my baby! Don’t you ever scare me like that again, do you understand?” Mama says, embracing her son with all her might.

“I promise, Mama… I’m sorry.” Lan mumbles, not exactly enjoying the tight embrace but accepting it all the same.

“You certainly gave us a fright, son!” Papa says, ruffling the child’s hair affectionately, “Now that we found you, we can get out of this scary forest and into the nice, warm hotel.”

“Yeah,” Lan agrees, “I’m ready to go now.”

While the tender reunion happens before his eyes, Hub feels a strong ache in his being. Shifting his focus, he looks to the mask he holds onto, nostalgia coursing through him.

Home…

Something he hasn’t had in a long time…

He felt so happy being with Lan, and now he has to say goodbye again? Life really is cruel…

Before Hub can make his escape into the night, he suddenly hears his twin speak up.

“Oh, by the way, I made a new friend!”

His parents give him a curious look. “Oh?” Papa asks, intrigued, “What new friend?”

Lan manages to wrestle his way out of his mother’s arms and runs to where Hub still floats in hiding. Panic rises in the Yamask and he tries to hastily avoid what’s to come, but Lan is too quick, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him further into the moonlight.

“Mama, Papa, meet Mega!” he exclaims in a way only a child his age could convey. Hub’s eyes widen at the use of the nickname. It seems their parents share his shock as well.

“Mega?” Papa says as if trying the name out on his tongue. His reaction appears to be neutral, but Hub doesn’t think he can say the same for his mother, who has a rather apprehensive look on her pretty face.

“A… A Yamask? Honey, what—wait, you named it?!”

“Yep! He’s my new best friend now! Can I keep him?”

Mama blinks her eyes in pure disbelief. She turns her gaze to the pokemon, assessing his form. Hub tries not to draw into himself—he doesn’t like the feeling of being scrutinized like this by his mother. There’s a slight tinge of fear in her brown gaze and he’s deduced that she probably doesn’t trust him due to his being a ghost type. He knows she isn’t aware of who exactly he is, but the pain of not being accepted by her cuts him deeply. The only thing grounding him now is Lan’s hand still clutched tightly onto him.

“Oh, Lan… Honey, I know you love all pokemon, but you’re still too young to raise one. I think you should wait until you’re—”

“No!” Lan forcefully interjects, “I don’t care if I’m not old enough yet, I’m taking Mega home! He saved my life, so he deserves to have a good home in return!”

Mama and Papa are surprised by their son’s words. Saved his life? What exactly happened during the time they were searching for him?

As if sensing they wanted more elaboration, the young boy continues, “I was all alone and lost and…well…crying,” Lan blushes in shame at this admittance, “when Mega came out of nowhere and tried to keep me company. I was mean to him at first, but we made up, and that’s when this mean Poochyena comes in and chases me here to the river!

“I was up on those rocks over there,” he points to said pile behind them, “and thought it would be the end and I’d be eaten for sure! And that’s when Mega came through and battled the Poochyena to save me. He got hurt really badly, but he still didn’t give up and he protected me! He’s a hero, and that’s why he deserves to come home with us! It’d be rude to just leave him out here all alone!”

Their parents quietly listen to the story, understanding showing on their faces. Mama even seems to have relaxed a bit knowing the Yamask was actually kind, but Hub can still tell she was hesitant. Before she could voice anything though, Lan turns to his father.

“You’ll let him stay with us, won’t you Papa? Mega is a good pokemon, I promise!”

Yuichiro hums to himself, still observing the Yamask with an almost critical eye. His eyes seem to be more heavily focused on the mask Hub holds. To anyone else’s eyes, all Yamask carry the same mask, but from their point of view they see for what it really is—their true face, the face they had before their deaths. Obviously, Papa can’t see behind the veil but Hub holds onto a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, his father can read between the lines…

After a moment of silence passes over, Papa turns to his wife and gives her a carefree smile, “I think it’s a splendid idea!”

“What?” Mama asks, dumbfounded.

“Really, Papa? You’ll let Mega stay?” Lan asks, his eyes shining with happiness.

“Well, why not? You heard the boy, Haruka, this Yamask is a hero! And there’s nothing wrong with him having just one pokemon as a companion. Plenty of children have them. I think he’ll be a nice addition to the family.”

Hub stares at his Papa with awe. He can stay with Lan? He’ll get to go back home? This has to be a dream. Please, Arceus, don’t let it be a dream…

Haruka stares back and forth between her husband and son before settling on the Yamask again. Seeing the pokemon’s eyes shining with pure hope finally causes her disposition to crack.

“Oh, fine, I’m clearly outnumbered here! Yes, Lan, you may keep him.”

Lan let out a “Woohoo!” in triumph, his body jumping up and down in excitement, the momentum taking Hub—no, Mega—along with him.

“This is great! I can’t wait to show you off to my friends tomorrow when we get home! Come on, Mega, let’s go!” with that the 5-year-old rushes forward, dragging his newly acquired pokemon along.

“Wait, Lan! Don’t rush off on your own again! Wait for Mama and Papa!” Haruka calls out, heaving a tired sigh. “Honestly, that boy can be so reckless sometimes…”

Yuichiro chuckles next to her, “He is, but I think this will be good for him. Did you notice he seemed much happier?”

His wife nods, “You’re right, I haven’t seen him this excited in a long time… Ever since Hub passed he’s been so timid, not wanting to engage in as many activities as usual. Ghost pokemon aren’t my favorite, but maybe having a new companion will be good for him.”

“Yes, I believe so too,” Yuichiro agrees, a certain glint forming in his eyes. “It’s especially good since that pokemon is Hub.”

His wife nearly falls forward at those words. Blinking in shock, she turns to her husband, “E-Excuse me?! H-Hub? Dear, what are you talking about?”

Her husband grins, “You didn’t know? Yamask are Spirit Pokemon. They are born from the spirits of deceased people. I found it unusual how close the little guy was to Lan, and he had such a strong reaction to everything we said. My conclusion: that’s our son.”

Haruka still doesn’t seem convinced. After experiencing the heartbreak of losing her baby boy, it’s difficult to imagine he would come back to her reincarnated as a pokemon. “How can you say that for sure though?”

Yuichiro’s smile becomes sadder as he shrugs, “I can’t. I don’t have a way of knowing, just call it a gut feeling.”

Haruka hums in understanding. Hub’s death affected their little family pretty hard with Lan becoming withdrawn, Yuichiro throwing himself into his work to hide his pain, and Haruka putting all her efforts into making sure who she had left is well taken care of. Seeing the light return to her little boy’s eyes breathes some new life into her being. Even if her husband’s gut is wrong and the Yamask isn’t her dearly departed son…well, maybe it could still be the catharsis they need.

Haruka leans her body onto Yuichiro’s, which he happily responds with a hearty embrace. Little by little, they both can feel their family being healed.

“Mama! Papa! What’s taking so long? Me and Mega want to leave this place, come on!���

The parents share a chuckle at the impatient tone of their youngest. Holding hands, they move themselves along. “Coming Lan!”

As they catch up, they notice that Lan was practically carrying the Yamask, still very weak from his battle. Letting go of his wife’s hand, Yuichiro bends down and offers his arms.

“I can carry him if you’re too tired, son.”

Haruka nods, “And I’ll carry you. That way I know for sure you won’t leave my sight!”

The little boy seems to hesitate—after all, he wants to show his appreciation to his new friend by taking care of him—but the weariness of the evening catches up to him and he nods in consent. Gently, he places Mega in Yuichiro’s arms, who then picks him up in a firm hold. Once he knows Mega is safe, Lan allows his Mama to pick him up, resting his head on her shoulder as exhaustion takes over.

Mega watches his twin, relief washing over him that he’s now safe. He then glances to his Papa, who smiles softly to him.

“Hi, Hub.” He whispers so as not to let Lan hear. Mega’s eyes water and before he can stop himself, he wraps his arms around his father’s neck. Yuichiro hugs him back. “Welcome home.”

Home.

He’s finally home.

This will be the start of the Hikari family’s newest chapter.

Notes:

I have never written a pokemon fanfic before so I took a lot of liberties with this…

Hub is meant to be level 5 here, so his moveset is Astonish, Protect, and Haze

The Poochyena knowing bite should make it at level 10 but I wanted to give Hub a fighting chance, so I changed the rules a bit and made this little guy learn bite earlier than he should have. Let’s say he’s probably around level 6 or 7

 IF THE ANIME CAN MAKE A FUCKING PIKACHU BEAT AN ONYX I CAN MAKE A POOCHYENA LEARN BITE AT LEVEL 6 FIGHT ME

I ignored all base stats for Yamask and Poochyena as the Lord intended. Poochyena is probably faster than Yamask, but I needed Hub to be faster for their fight so I gave him a speed boost

 I was gonna make Mega special and give him a hidden ability but Yamask doesn’t have one. Initially I thought “wandering spirit” was a hidden ability and gave it to him in the first draft, but no, that’s the ability for a Galarian Yamask. GOSH DANG IT GAMEFREAK!

Despite the above, I went ahead and titled the fic “Wandering Spirit” because it fits so gosh darn well!

In MMBN Hub dies at age 1, but I wanted Lan to remember his brother so in this universe Hub was able to live a little longer, dying at age 3

 Yamask’s mask is supposed to resemble the face of the person it used to be. Since his identity still remains a secret to Lan, Hub’s mask looks like what you see in the pokemon franchise to everyone else. To Hub, though, what he sees is his actual face

I almost cried like a bitch writing that ending, I love the Hikari family so much don’t touch me!

[goodfellowe]

There's something about the way crisp snowflakes flutter smoothly down from the sky and the way she yearns for a home she is no longer able to return to that leads Kid to suspect something in the universe has changed. In which Hat Kid, now grown, returns to the planet her adventures began on and teams up with an old friend-turned-enemy to take down someone who serves as a bigger threat to the universe than anything she's ever known… and realizes that if she's not careful, this adventure might be her last.

Chapter 11: Give Me an Answer, Part One

Mu wants answers. Kid has them... even if she claims otherwise.

[celestialsister0918]

Fireside: A Sirius Black Christmas Oneshot

Happy holidays, loves! Here is a gift for my Sirius Black friends. Tumblr exclusive for now, probably cross-posted to my AO3 and Wattpad eventually.

A few warnings— it’s EXPLICIT smut. 18+ interaction only, please. 

It’s a Sirius x You (fem-reader) fic, but you have a House. It was necessary for the plot. Hopefully you are House-flexible or can be for the next 6k+ words. 

Get warm and cozy and enjoy… and please let me know what you think… reblogs are much appreciated, as are likes and comments. I love chatting with readers and fellow Sirius lovers.

You stood at the doorway to Number Twelve with your heart beating wildly against your chest. Harry and the other students had left for second term just a few short hours ago, with the Weasleys close behind. They were giving Arthur the chance to continue his recovery at the Burrow, hoping to speed his efforts with the comforts of home rather than the sullen, dreary darkness of Grimmauld Place. At least that’s what you’d overheard in their whispers after last night’s dinner, which had followed the last meeting of the Order for the year.

The whispers, of course, were for the benefit of the one inhabitant of the house who wasn’t granted the choice of leaving. No matter how dark and dreary, no matter how much his spirits needed lifting. And they certainly seemed to need lifting last night. As soon as the meeting had adjourned, Sirius Black retreated upstairs with nary a goodbye. Harry had seemed disappointed at this. It was only natural he’d want to soak up every minute possible with his godfather before returning to Hogwarts. But Black had fallen prey to another “fit of the sullens,” as Molly liked to label them with a disapproving shake of her head.

You understood those types of fits all too well, having suffered your own tragedies throughout the Wizarding Wars, as well as typical adolescent heartaches and disappointments that seemed to continue into your early adult years too. Maybe you simply took things too seriously. Life just seemed to come easy to more carefree witches and the wizards that worshiped them. You’d heard stories that Sirius Black himself used to fall into that lighthearted, devil-may-care category many years ago. But he’d experienced unimaginable darkness, and you knew the last thing he needed was to hide away alone, even if he fought you tooth and nail over it. 

With a sharp intake of breath, you broke through the warded door with charms meant only for official gatherings of the Order. You prayed to the gods that there wasn’t some terrible punishment for doing so. You sighed with relief when you were greeted only by the eerie silence of cold, dark air— which was a sound unto itself, strange as that seemed. The familiar dank smell filled your nostrils, but it didn’t bother you. It simply set the ambience of a home filled with magic and mystery and stories, dreaded though some of them may be. The walls were alive with history, and there was something intriguingly romantic about the place, if you were honest. You knew the man you were about to encounter would adamantly disagree and would probably throw you out on your arse for thinking so. You’d be sure to keep your strange admiration for the place to yourself for a while, at least until he warmed up to you a bit. 

That could take awhile indeed, you thought grimly. Rather than start on such a task right away, you chose to descend to the kitchen and make yourself a calming cup of tea. Perhaps a drop or two of schnapps for some liquid courage were in order also. As the kettle warmed, you made your way to the flocked tree in the rear of the kitchen and smiled as you studied the ornaments there. Sirius himself had conjured and crafted most of them just days earlier, when he’d been noticeably more joyful. The anticipation of Christmas had lifted him out of his funk, and he’d been determined to replace his family’s fancy heirloom ornaments with much more colorful, animated, and exciting ones. You enjoyed examining them while you waited for the kettle to whistle. They were a glimpse into his true self— the fun, whimsical side you always heard about in tales from the older Order members. 

You’d seen that side a bit in your interactions with him so far. He had a certain glint in his eye as he teased you for your lack of coordination, which coincidentally had landed you in his lap one evening when you’d hooked the toe of your boot unceremoniously under the crossbar of the wooden kitchen bench. 

“I- I’m so sorry,” you had stammered, your face painfully hot. He’d caught you with an arm scooped under your back.

“I’m not,” he’d quipped back with a glimmer in his blue gray eyes. And he’d given your thigh a couple quick pats with his large palm, just fatherly enough that you weren’t quite sure if he saw you as a cute, clumsy, overgrown kid— or something a bit sexier, as that glimmer in his eye along with his comment might have suggested. 

Subsequent meetings were difficult after that fateful fall. You couldn’t stop your eyes from straying in his direction. In spite of his scraggly, unkept stubble and perhaps accelerated aging from Azkaban, he was undoubtedly a beautiful man. The Black family genetics were famous for a reason. Their symmetry and grace, smooth skin, full and shiny hair, and silky, aristocratic voices were mesmerizing. It was no wonder they drifted toward the Dark Arts; with gifts like that, they could clearly coerce lesser mortals into doing anything. 

Sirius was made only more handsome by the tattoos that covered the previews of skin he revealed— a sexy “fuck you” to the house, the Black family line, and anyone who may chide him for daring to be different. You admired the confidence his swaths of ink portrayed, and each passing meeting made you yearn to study them up close. For academic purposes, of course. Continuing education in Ancient Runes. Field work. 

“Do you not take sugar in your tea?” 

The voice was quite light and innocent, but it startled you so much you spilled said tea straight through the holes of your wool sweater. 

“Fuck!” you hissed. “You scared me, Black.” 

He smiled and strode behind you, reaching around your front to grasp a kitchen rag that hung from the lower cupboard handle. He spun you around with hands on your upper arms and promptly began absorbing the spill. Of course he could have taken care of it with a mere wand wave. Interesting that he chose the more manual route. 

“I scared you?” Sirius mused. “And to think you’re the one breaking and entering and stealing my tea. Which, strangely, you’re sipping black at the moment. Is this because you don’t know where to find the proper accompaniments, or are you simply that odd?”

“Simply that odd, I’m afraid,” you admitted, leaning back against the wooden counter with legs outstretched. “I like it black. Enjoy the flavor.”

This was met with a slightly arched eyebrow, but he recovered quickly and reached around you again to grab his own mug.

“I prefer it quite sweet, and loaded with cream, personally,” Sirius commented, voice still maddeningly silky and light. It tickled over your eardrums like a melody. His tongue snaked out as he tilted the mug to his lips and slurped. 

“Don’t you Blacks have to attend some finishing school before you’re sent to Hogwarts?” you teased him. “Don’t they teach you not to slurp there?” 

Sirius didn't miss a beat. “You’ll find I’m a bit of a dog, darling. I’m rather noisy and messy with my mouth.” 

That rush of heat filled your cheeks again, and you found yourself trembling a little with adrenaline at how quickly things had escalated. Or did they? The conversation was quite innocent, on a service level. Perhaps your building desire for him had you reading things that weren’t there. You decided to change the subject and try to calm your racing blood.

“You seem quite a bit… happier… than the other day,” you offered as he continued to enjoy his tea. “Did you have a nice day today?”

Sirius seemed to snort. “I had a fucking awful day. How could I have anything but in a place like this?”

“I’m sure it’s not so bad, with the right company,” you pointed out nervously, suddenly scared you might piss him off enough that he’d order you to leave. 

“I’ve had nothing but company for weeks,” he replied. “It can help, I suppose. But I’m still trapped.” 

You weren’t quite sure what to say to this, so you busied yourself with your own mug, roving the kitchen slowly to avoid eye contact while you plotted where to go next.

“Is that why you’re here?” Sirius continued softly. “Do you believe you’re the ‘right company?’” His expression seemed skeptical.

You shrugged shakily. “I— I dunno. I guess I just thought… you shouldn’t be alone. I… I like being alone occasionally. But you… you don’t really seem like that type.”

“Not a bit,” he agreed. “But it’s not just about the company. It’s about experiences. And I’ve experienced everything there is to do here. Millions of miserable times over.” 

You bit your lip, knowing you could never be so bold as to suggest novel experiences he might try. You were pretty sure he hadn’t had many of those— if any— within these walls. Not with multitudes of pureblood portraits staring him down. Of course he very well could have fooled around with pureblood girls here growing up, right? Just because he wasn’t a supremacist like his forebears didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a dip in the pureblood pool from time to time. 

“So,” he continued, addressing you by your name as he crept closer, step by step. “What experiences are you bringing with your company? How will you keep me from being bored?” His eyebrows arched and narrowed adorably with his words as he challenged you. 

He stopped just short of invading your space, so you could still view him easily from head to toe. He wore a thick velvet robe in deep burgundy overtop a black and green pinstripe shirt that was honestly a bit… Slytherin-like, when taken in isolation. Perhaps he hadn’t invested in a new wardrobe upon his return and simply relied on the house’s contents. But it suited him nonetheless— this regal contrast of the two houses adorned with his double Albert chain and shiny brown dress shoes. Of course the colors were befitting the season as well, a reminder that Christmas joy still lingered in the air, if one looked for it. You imagined that the house once saw splendid Christmas feasts— glittering, elegant affairs filled with firelight and extravagance as the Wizarding World’s upper crust filled every floor. Personally you enjoyed picturing something more intimate, more cozy, within those old walls. 

“Let’s light a fire,” you suggested, setting your teacup down and leading the way to the parlor.

Sirius scoffed behind you but followed nonetheless. “Why would we do that? The entirety of the house is under a warming charm, darling.” 

“Hogwarts has fires in the common rooms, does it not? They were nice.”

“Nice, but obviously unnecessary,” he continued practically. 

“You need some actual warmth in this place,” you insisted, setting to work lighting the floo. “The kind of warmth that feels good on the inside too. Comfort. A glow.” 

“You’re a Hufflepuff, aren’t you?” Sirius asked with a snicker, reclining in a large, faded velvet armchair. He spread his legs in a wide slouch, and you couldn’t help but gaze downward at the movement. Thick, ribbed corduroy slacks hugged thin legs and tapered down to fine silk socks, above which you saw the faintest glimpse of pale skin and dark hair. 

“What does my house matter?” you returned in a non-answer. The fire roared to life in the large black marble, and instead of joining him in the companion armchair, you chose to settle on the rug right in front of the flames. Your skin was already on fire, of course, from the turn-on of his earlier proximity and banter. But the added warmth felt nice, and you hugged your knees to your chest. 

“Your house doesn’t matter,” he agreed. Just simply a guess. Now, what about that experience you’re going to offer me? Still waiting for an answer on that one.” Sirius rested an elbow on the chair arm, his fingers toying with the ends of his long mustache where it met the unruly stubble on his chin. 

“Come down here with me. This is an experience,” you responded, patting the empty space next to you on the rug. It was thick and smooth, richly woven, and of course very expensive. You could feel thick loops of fine threads beneath your fingers as you traced its intricate pattern. 

“Sitting by a fire?” Sirius asked incredulously. But he did make a move to join you, settling down in the spot you indicated and then shifting closer. His robe brushed the sleeve of your sweater, and he made no move to back away. 

“Well, what kind of experience did you have in mind?” you shot back.

Sirius shrugged innocently, eyes twinkling in the dim light. “No idea, love. You’re the one who showed up on my doorstep, remember? Don’t you have a plan for these things? Or are they spontaneous? Maybe you’re a Gryffindor then?” 

You gave a small smile, refusing to answer the question. Instead you studied the details of his face you’d never noticed from afar, features augmented by the dancing shadows of light. He had a very well defined facial muscle that gave an intermittent sexy twitch. And another defined crease on the underneath of his nose that made you curious if you had one; you had always just envisioned it to be smooth. But most magnificent was the way the firelight bounced off of every soft curl — a bountiful dark mahogany crown that would be the envy of any woman alive. You longed to run your hands through it, betting it was even more luxurious than the tapestry rug beneath your increasingly aroused bottom half. 

“I’m beginning to feel rather exposed,” Sirius declared, amused. “I don’t think I’ve ever been examined in such detail before. Is this for ‘science,’ as the Muggles say?”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Uh, yes. Wizarding genetics, I guess. You’re just very… impressive.” You winced at the terrible recovery. 

Sirius responded with a sweep of a tattooed hand over your cheek. “I’m flattered, coming from a witch as exquisite as yourself. Not to mention young. I believe I have quite a few years on you, yes?”

Your heartbeat was painfully audible as you tried to craft an answer. His fingers still explored your face, alternating with occasional twists of an adjacent lock of your hair. Each sweep of his skin over yours seemed to make your veins tremble. 

You truly didn’t know how to respond. Your Muggle friend had once informed you that the term for your specific brand of fixation was “daddy kink,” but you weren’t sure admitting that would do you any favors. You liked how his touch was so self-assured, and the richness of his scent, and how he always knew what to say without hesitation. You liked how the hard lines of his face and hands denoted strength and experience. And you liked how he made you feel small and fragile and protected just by being near you. You wished you could tell him all that without sounding ridiculous. But you were fairly certain you were already communicating it with your parted lips, panting breath, and love-drunk eyes. 

“You are going to make my night interesting after all, aren’t you, little one?” Sirius husked, and the bud between your legs danced frantically up and down in response. How did he know to call you that? Your eyes closed with the dizziness of your anticipation, and the hand that had drifted so gently over your cheek now rested fully on your throat. His scent became even more pronounced, alerting you to his closeness just before his mustache tickled your upper lip in the briefest of warnings. 

The kiss he gave you was chaste and just enough for you to learn the shape of his lips before he pulled away. 

“If you don’t want this, you need to tell me,” Sirius said, his voice low as it drifted directly across your ear. “I’ll stop if you ask me to— at any point. But this is the only asking I’ll be doing myself. Once I begin, you’ll find I’m far too busy to stop and check in.” 

His forehead rested gently on yours, his deep blue eyes smoky in the dim light. 

“Busy doing what?” you whispered— half teasingly, half desperate for the fire between your legs to be stoked by all the dirty things he would promise.

Sirius chuckled lowly. “You like dirty talk, little one?”

Your affirmative answer came as a whimper, which elicited another devilish chuckle from his lips. 

“Very well,” he said silkily. He punctuated the words with another firm kiss on your lips, this time allowing the very tip of his tongue to trace the outline of the bottom one before planting light kisses along your jawline to your earlobe. He paused there, allowing a breath to tickle your ear before he spoke.

“I am going to make every part of your body come alive, as if I cast a spell. But there will be no wand— only my hands, my mouth, my voice. I will make your delicious cunt so wet it will be weeping for my cock. Then I will bury it in you so deep you scream… so loud you’ll wake every portrait in this house and make them curse your sweet, beautiful name. You will ride my cock for as many mind-numbing orgasms as your body can handle, then I will take my pleasure and fill you so full of my seed that it trickles down these soft, smooth thighs all day long tomorrow. You’ll feel it and remember me, and you’ll want it all over again.” 

Sirius accompanied his filthy murmurings with firm strokes to your inner thigh, hand already buried inside your skirt. You let out an almost agonized groan in response— all intelligible communication now impossible. Your body literally shook just from his promises, and you knew the look you gave him as he came to a kneel on the rug was one of complete and utter submission. 

His hands came beneath your head to cradle it, hands swept in the tangle of your hair as kisses became more insistent, open-mouthed, and allowed you taste the salt and firewhisky on his breath. His tongue explored in gentle licks followed by long sweeps of your mouth, as if it was truly a mission to discover inner parts of you and not just kissing. 

You became eager for his hands to move elsewhere, but they still held your head still for his mouth to continue its wicked work. His kisses made your head spin, but the rest of your body felt in heat and neglected. You came to your knees yourself, hands introducing themselves to the sturdy velvet of his jacket, your legs making a move to straddle one of his trousered thighs. He let out a low laugh.

“So eager,” he chastised. “I’m the one who hasn’t shagged in fourteen years, yet I’m the one demonstrating all the patience.”

“I want you!” you defended yourself breathlessly, not even caring if you sounded desperate now. You just needed relief, and to have this wizard covering every inch of you.

“Ah, there it is. The answer I needed to my question,” he said with a wink. “You needed to give me permission, you know.”

“You have it,” you insisted, and as a visual aid to your words, you took the initiative to shrug out of your own sweater. Your breasts swelled over the cups of your lacy, favorite-colored bra. You noticed Sirius became strangely still at the sight, his mouth parting.

“Fucking beautiful,” he managed to mutter, and he cast his own robe aside to free his movement as he reclined you both onto the rug. His fingers gently slid one strap from your shoulder, replacing it with his mouth and soft whiskers. The detailed attention he paid to a spot as random as your shoulder reminded you of his promise to awaken every part of your body. Sirius planned to make every cell literally beg.

His kisses danced across your collarbone in a similar fashion, tended to the next shoulder, then came to center on your pulse point, where he began a gentle suction. You let out a cry at this and took the chance to enjoy his gorgeous, thick curls while he worked his mouth on your upper body’s most sensitive spot. 

“I’m going to have wicked marks if you keep doing that,” you teased with a whisper. Sirius’s nose brushed your earlobe as he went for the other side, sucking the sensitive skin beneath like he was starving.

“Good,” he finally broke to whisper back. “And your neck’s not the only spot I plan to mark you.” He added teeth to the mix now, grazing lightly over your throbbing pulse. Would he bite? Would you even care if he did? But he only threatened such before moving lower, working your arms out of the dangling bra straps to reveal your breasts to him. His breath caught in his chest as he appreciated them with his eyes first before cupping them hard, one in each hand. His rough thumbs drove your nipples into peaks, watching each little bump emerge with fascination. 

You observed him with a smile, arms leaned back behind you to prop you up for his amusement. You realized of course that it had been over a decade since he’d played with such toys, and though your body was humming for more, you granted him his boy-like fun. Sirius alternated between circling your nipples into painfully hard peaks and kneading your breasts like dough before finally suckling the left into his mouth. The action caused your eyes to roll back in your head. This wizard knew what he was doing. It was more than just taking the soft, pliable tissue into his mouth— he created a firm, merciless suction whose movements echoed between your thighs in violent waves. Your legs parted reflexively, and you grabbed his hand, encouraging it down to feel your burning heat. 

“Please touch me,” you begged. “I’m so wet for you.”

Sirius responded to this with a hungry growl, releasing your breast to reveal brand new marks as promised. He gave the other another very rough squeeze before grabbing at your skirt, ripping it downward. He sent it hurling away, narrowly missing the fire. The rip of lace echoed through the air as your knickers followed. 

“Am I supposed to walk home with no knickers tomorrow?” you mused above the noisy kisses he planted to the soft skin of your stomach. 

“You’re not going home tomorrow,” he replied quickly. “And you’ll be naked all day. And you certainly won’t be walking by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Oh, so you— you like it rough then?” you asked between gasps, shuddering as his fingers traced the tops of your inner thighs, which opened to the hot breaths drifting over your sex. 

“Not always,” he answered, grinning up at you from between your parted legs. “But the Black family genetics extend to other endowments as well. In both size and stamina. Even sweeter lovemaking can lend itself to the need for pain potions, love. Do you still consent?”

You licked your lips and lowered your eyes, feeling them burn with sultry want. “I thought you weren’t going to ask anymore?”

“Gryffindor chivalry,” he dismissed with an adorable pursing of his lips. “It’s a curse sometimes.” 

“Yes, I consent,” you answered with a grin of your own. “But before you touch me like I asked, I want you out of those clothes. I need to see this endowment of which you speak.” 

Sirius sat up and gave your thighs a swift tap before closing them. Your own wetness was dripping onto them at this point, and you could smell sex on the air already. 

“You don’t believe me?” he inquired with raised brows. 

“Well, you know, Gryffindors are fond of bragging…”

Sirius let out a deep laugh. “So I can assume you’re not a Gryffindor, then, with a comment like that.” He stood and began disrobing, his thumbs drifting over the buttons of the dark green shirt. Each tattoo he revealed made you salivate. He wore a thick, shiny belt buckle now displayed over a prominent bulge in his trousers, and you imagined he was growing quite uncomfortable in there. 

“Still not telling you my house,” you replied, shifting your closed legs from one side to the other as you watched your strip show, offering him tantalizing glimpses of your cunt and arse but never separating your thighs for a full view. Sirius never took his eyes off of you, and when his trousers swiftly lowered, you were greeted by the surprise of no underwear— followed by the thick, glorious inches of a very hard, uncut, pureblood cock on display. Your jaw dropped open. 

“Already opening up for me?” Sirius commented silkily. “Good girl.”

You nodded, ready to have your mouth fucked speechless if that’s what he wanted. But Sirius seemed to have other plans, pouncing back on you in under a second. He parted your legs almost violently, his face voracious as he plunged his nose into your soaking wetness to inhale before licking furiously. 

“Oh, fucking gods!” you moaned, arching into his frenzied movements. He was truly very noisy and beast-like with his mouth, as he’d warned. His tongue alternated between flat, all-encompassing licks across your entire slit, and tiny, strong, targeted flicks around your bud. He approached your sensitive, nerve-filled opening with his tongue in a stiff point, swirling it around to beckon wetness from you in droves. 

“I’m fucking drowning you down there,” you moaned, arching your back against the soft rug. 

“I told you I like loads of sweet cream,” Sirius responded with a murmur. “Keep it coming, love. Soak my face.” 

His tongue rammed your g-spot now, his whole stubbled face buried in your cunt. Your smell filled the hot air and was so sexy you wanted some yourself. Sirius seemed in tune with your needs because his fingers found your hole as his tongue drifted upward to concentrate on your swollen bud again. 

“Let me taste your fingers,” you whispered. 

“So you do like sugar and cream after all?” he chuckled before obliging with a rather rough shove of his soaked digits into your mouth. His wet stubble scratched your face as his words sought your ear. “Or maybe you’re just a very dirty girl.” 

You sucked the delicious sweet-salty combo from Sirius’s fingers, offering kitten licks, strong suction, and previews of all the things he could expect once that glorious cock was in your mouth. His hand found its place within your slit again and began purposeful movements, the back of his palm massaging your clit as his fingers found the g-spot again, kneading the spongy, swollen tissue. 

“Please fuck me,” you begged. “I need your cock.” 

“Oh yeah?” he mused delicately, leveling his heady eyes to yours. “You don’t like what my fingers are doing to you, darling?” 

“I love it,” you panted. “But I’m gonna come!”

“Then come, sweetheart. You can still come on my cock. Promise.” Sirius’s hand picked up its pace so any resistance was hopeless. His mouth returned to your neck to secure you in place as the waves took over your body, your whole frame convulsing in one giant shake after another with your beautiful release against his hand. Sirius’s wet mouth closed over yours, his tongue invading as he situated his warm, taut body between your legs. Your bud was still tingling with aftershocks when he touched the head of his cock to it, angling for pressure. 

His girthy shaft sought its spot between your glistening lower lips, hips driving the thick tip up against the underside of your clit, and his hard, veiny surface sliding against your still swollen vulva. Sirius wasn’t going to let the pressure ease for even a minute, making sure to build another climax even stronger than the first for his cock to work you through. 

“Inside me, please!” you breathed into his mouth. 

“I think you can come just like this, darling,” he argued. “Don’t you?” The ridge of his cockhead massaged your clit furiously with his back and forth, and your body gushed messily all over his shaft. Your nails made deep half moons in his tattooed shoulders.

“Y— yes, I can come for you.” You arched up to grind into his impossibly hard length, seeking the rhythm and friction you needed to push over the edge. It required wild gyration and complete abandonment of any self consciousness. Your breasts bounced against his chest, and you clung so tightly to him to ground yourself that your nose was buried in his curls, smelling his animalic musk.

You screamed as you reached peak again, the tremors tinier this time but still exquisite. Exhausted, you fell limply to the rug and took him with you, giving grateful caresses to the smooth skin of his back. Of course you were still aware of his inches throbbing against your thigh, and you knew you had to summon more energy if you were going to give Sirius the satisfaction he needed. The man hadn’t lain with a woman in nearly a decade and a half, and you wanted his cock thoroughly and ecstatically drained. You’d be lying, though, if your twice-satisfied cunt wasn’t worried about such a massive invasion. Your gratitude for the blissful, explosive orgasms aside— you kind of wish he’d honored your request and fucked you when you were swollen, open, and on fire. 

Sirius raised himself on his elbows, gazing down at you with a lazy smile. 

“You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that, Slytherin girl?”

You blinked and jumped. “What?”

Sirius gnawed at his lip and continued to grin, deep blue eyes sparkling. “You heard me.”

“What makes you say that?” you demanded. “You haven’t even guessed Ravenclaw yet!”

“You let me fuck you way too dumb to be a ‘Claw, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he pointed out. “I’ve had my fair share of Ravenclaw witches, and they never quite know when to shut up, Merlin love them.”

“Hey, Slytherins are smart too,” you said with a narrowed brow before you could stop yourself. 

Sirius gave a hard smack to your arse before pulling you onto your side, his erection buried in your stomach. You laid breasts to chest, feet and legs entangled, faces flush. 

“Tell me,” he said with a slight scowl. “How did they let another Slytherin into the Order? Do they not have standards anymore?”

“Oh, fuck you, Black,” you muttered. 

“You’re still doing that, darling, don’t worry. No slithering your way out of that one. You know I’m just trying to rile you up and get you going again so you can handle my cock. Maybe a hate-fuck would be a nice game, now that our alliances are on the table? Would you like that?” His fingers tickled down your ribs and hips before finding the triangle he sought, just his fingertips easing lower to scissor your bud. 

“Our ‘alliances’ are the same, you prick,” you laughed, accepting his fingers with an approving arch of your hips. 

“Yes, but this new tidbit makes it so much more fun,” he insisted. “You’ve delivered on that new experience I wanted. A fine Christmas present indeed.” 

“So this is your first time with a Slytherin?” you asked, doing nothing to hide your pride at that possibility.

“Virgin,” Sirius confirmed with a nod. “As if twelve years in Azkaban didn’t revirginize me enough, this makes it official. Now, show me what I’ve been missing.” He collapsed rather dramatically on the rug, hand behind his head, curls strewn about the intricate paisley pattern. His body was breathtaking— glowing in the firelight, each turn of muscle accentuated by shadow, each tattoo taking turns in the spotlight with the maneuver of flames. And at the center of the beauty was that cock, which hadn’t lost a bit of wind with this latest reveal of information. A generous leak of precum glistened at the tip, and you lowered your mouth to drink it in, your hair tickling his thighs. The first taste left you craving more, and your mouth slid over his huge shaft like a sleeve, locking him in your throat. You heard a grunt of shock escape his mouth. 

“Fuck, that was fast,” Sirius groaned. 

You eased off of him teasingly, lips forming an up and down suction which you accompanied with twists of your hand. He tasted positively feral yet clean and refined, just as you would have imagined. His tip leaked loads into your mouth, feeling like it would burst at any second if it weren’t for his exceptional control. 

“Mmm… you taste good, Black,” you moaned approvingly. “Almost good enough that I’d settle for your load in my mouth if I didn’t want you to fuck my pussy so badly.”

“On your knees, fucking snake cunt,” he ordered with a wink, the fact that it was a game unmistakable. You gave one long, final suck up his shaft and gave a squeeze to his balls, drawing another deep groan from him.

In an instant Sirius’s hands were in your hips, holding you in place while his dripping head found your center. He was right— the banter had you on fire again, and your swollen walls took every inch of him as he pushed inside without hesitation. 

“Ahhhh!” you cried out, unable to help yourself. His hips were a frenzy, abandoning every bit of his previous control now that he was within your tightness. Your breasts bounced in mad circles with the force of his pounding, and sure enough, you could hear the portraits stirring down the hall from the primal noises the two of you made.

“Oh, Sirius, yes,” you breathed, enjoying the repeated raking of his tip, ridge, and underside along your spongy, swollen front wall. He knew just how much to drag back and surge forward, never breaking the rhythm you needed to build to another crest in a matter of minutes. His chest was sweaty when it made contact with your back, and he occasionally dropped open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades with his forward surges. Every so often he broke his rigid support on the rug to squeeze your breasts, kneading them so tightly you knew you’d have bruises for weeks. 

“Feel good, love?” he husked, and you knew he knew full well you were beyond good. His ego just wanted to hear it. 

“Yes, Sirius. Fuck yes. Please come inside me.”

And it was truly your foremost want in that moment — to fill his hot cum paint your insides and have the satisfaction of giving him what he’d needed for so long. He renewed his lock tight grip on your hips and granted your request, resuming the pounding of your g-spot but faster now, the friction very much for his benefit— with yours as a mere pleasant side effect. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m gonna fill you so full,” he promised breathily. “And you better come for me again. You better scream.”

You reached around to toy with your clit and make sure you obeyed his command, but he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own, his fingers taking on a rhythm to match his snapping hips. All you could do was let out a long stream of moans and buck furiously in return, knowing that chasing your own pleasure would only increase his. His escalated moans confirmed he was approaching release, and you grinned as you picked up the pace even more feverishly, wanting to torture it out of him. 

“Fucking GODS!!!” Sirius yelled, and he emptied into you with one hot jet after another, so much it ran right back out over his trembling cock. You kept your pace even after his cock stilled, the added lubricant from his release making easy work of your movements. The thought of being filled with him made your orgasm deliciously hot and dirty as your walls burned with pain and need. Sirius recovered enough to resume the pace of his fingers on your clit, and you spilled over the edge, lurching forward in a series of shakes that wracked your entire body. 

You fell forward onto your belly, a mess dripping from your insides, your muscles and bones useless, your skin bruised. It was every way you should feel after a proper fuck. Your brain positively hummed with endorphins, and you breathed in the deliciousness of your combined sex on the air. You could hear Sirius struggling to regain his breath behind you, and you knew he looked sexy as fuck back there. But you were too exhausted to lift yourself up and look. 

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed when you felt his arms encircle you, along with the cold rush of air as he lifted you from the warmth of the rug. He wasn’t a huge man, though you’d heard from other Order members that he was considerably stronger now than when he’d escaped the sea prison two years ago. He carried you easily up multiple twists of stairs until you reached a Gryffindor red room on the very top level. Then Sirius nestled you gingerly into a brightly colored duvet. 

“Will you be able to sleep with this much red, or should I move you to the green room next door?” he asked dryly, shuffling his naked body next to yours and leaving you little choice in the matter.

“Well, it is Christmastime,” you reminded him sleepily. “The two play rather nicely together right now.” 

Sirius responded by nuzzling into your shoulder, his whiskers scratching tiny red prickles into your skin. 

[meimeikyu]

me n @mistashowboat have been talking a ton about there being a twitstan community in the aaverse but heres some of my fav random things:

-there are multiple franziska stans (franstans) who have posted pictures of whip marks and/or blurry footage of them getting whipped. once someone else posted a video of franziska whipping someone outside the courtroom and a major franstan acc replied that that was them

-all of the comments on these type of posts r filled with things like "OMG THE QUEEN NOTICED YOU" "WHEN IS IT MY TURN <//3"

-franziska posts updates to her "collection", being a massive list of people she has blocked.

-there are 'slime tutorials' like how musicals have for courtroom cases. there are also live update accs, which usually tend to have one or two ppl attending every case of a specific lawyer n liveblogging them all

-there is a bunch of discourse about slime tutorial vs liveblog followers and which is more "ethically correct" to consume

-there is also a ton of rpf discourse, the regular rpf discourse about writing rpf of the lawyers and a whole other layer about when that rpf involves the actual cases

-there is. so much discourse between prosecutor and defendant stans. you open any one stan blog and at least half their posts will have a stan of the opposition trying to fight them

-there is a major split between the pro wrightworth and anti-wrightworth edgeworth stans, and they constantly get in their own wars

-someone once wrote a phoenix x defendant fic and got witchhunted for it only for it to get revealed that they were the defendant

-franziska and edgeworth both have twitter and regularly publicly bicker

-some person makes a tweet about how miles and fran are totally a couple and gets replied to from BOTH miles and fran. both of them are just going what the fuck.

-maya runs the official Wright and Co. twitter account, it is usally more professional or casual things but she will semi often post silly pictures of phoenix or dumb shit he says

-she has a personal twt as well and is semi well known bcs of her relation with phoenix. she once replied to a public roleplay of her and phoenix with 'I would not fucking say that.'

-Maya also has a nickstan account

-Phoenix is blissfully unaware any of this exists- someone once came up to him and asked for a selfie and he was so confused but agreed and posed very awkwardly like ✌ with them. this person turned out to run a big phoenix stan blog

-there are tumblr gifsets made with courtroom footage

-both maya and edgeworth run steel samurai update accounts that are practically competing with each other. neither of them knows its the other running it

-godot also has a twitter, he uses it exclusively to fight with the wright and co twit

-there is very old footage of phoenix playing elle woods in highschool theater, it eventually gets found and unleashed upon stantwit

-there is an edit replacing all of his objections with the clip of elle saying i object in legally blonde

-there is also an edit using footage of him getting whipped by franziska to whipped into shape

[hms-harmony-discord]

50+ Art prompts and endless fic inspiration… Introducing "Harmony for Humanity (Writer’s Version)!"

AO3 Collection Link

In response to the Harmony Charity Art Raffle for G-a-za organized by @arishatistic, the writers of the Harry/Hermione community have taken initiative to create their own way to contribute to the effort. This art based prompt event takes harmony art from each of the 18 artists volunteering in the raffle and asks writers to choose any of those prompts as inspiration to write a Harmony piece.

The rules are simple, click "keep reading" to find them below:

It must be based on one of the h/hr art prompts in the following collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HarmonyForHumanity_WritersVersion/requests

The fic(s) must be at least 1k words.

It must be exclusively about the pairing Harry and Hermione.

The two major purposes of this writer’s initiative is to show some appreciation for the volunteering artists and to raise awareness of the raffle’s existence so that more people in the community can come together for a good cause. As such, you are asked to:

Cite the artist in your Author’s Note

Mention information about the charity raffle in your A/N by linking to the Harmony for Humanity’s official instagram page (https://www.instagram.com/harmonyforhumanity_/) or the announcement by Arishatistic on reddit (https://redd.it/1bkb3pr)

For more info on how to do that / or get A/N examples to copy paste, see the guide in our Rules

More than one person is allowed to claim the same art prompt. However, we do encourage people to try and spread out to give love to artists who may not have any art prompts chosen yet, so that everyone gets some appreciation.

The raffle was set to end April 6th, but the deadline will be extended to to try and get some prompt fulfillments and more people a chance to contribute to the community effort. You can and are encouraged to continue fulfilling prompts even after the raffle deadline passes; although at that point, it won’t raise awareness about the raffle, it will still show appreciation to the artist volunteers.

For a comprehensive review of the art raffle which this event is in response to, check out the raffle's official instagram page or this tumblr post.

[atlabeth]

now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool 

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine 

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post! 

[campweehawken]

2024 Signups Open

Hello Campers! This is the official sign up post for Weehawken 2024!

Camp Weehawken is back for another year woohoo!

We are ready to open the doors up for another exciting year of camp Weehawken! Camp will officially start on Friday June 7th, however we are starting signups today!

We are keeping it pretty similar to last year, so here's a quick refresher!

Returning features-

DISCORD SERVER: The Discord Server is going to be in use again this year for Campfire group RP and general discussion of the AU.

This server was set up to help participants get in touch with each other, discuss the events of Weehawken in a group chat and share art and fics.

Discord is available to computer and mobile users and it’s free to sign up if you don’t already have an account. Requesting a link to the discord will be part of the Weehawken sign up process which I will be detailing below.

Links will be given out for the entirety of the event and won’t close until Camp Weehawken’s conclusion.

Important note: You do not need to join the Discord server to take part in Weehawken. The main posts and character interactions can take place on tumblr between RP/ask blogs. However it is highly recommended that you do so if you don’t want to miss out on anything!

Returning from Last Year: We are allowing participants to be Discord-exclusive, however we are asking that they have at the very least a text post detailing their character for reference. (full explanation here)

Spectator- If you simply want to spectate on Discord without actually participating in the camp RP, all you need to do is send an ask to this blog requesting a link and we’ll give you access to the server.

If you have any questions, send an ask to this blog. Without further ado, here is everything you need to know about signing up.

HOW TO SIGN UP:

Message this blog and give us these three details:

Role: Options are camper, counselor or staff. If you would rather have some other role like camp mascot, send a request! Campers are under the age of 18. They tend to range from 12 - 17 years of age but you can have somewhat younger characters. Only characters 18 years old and up can be staff or counselors. Because this is an AU you can make your character any age you’d like!

Blog Name: You will need to have an RP blog or Info Post to participate in Weehawken; when it’s all set up, tell us the blog name or where to find your Info Post. Tumblr might not let the message through if you type a URL. Just give us the name of the blog, like so: ex. “campweehawken”

Preferred Cabin: (doesn’t apply to staff) Campers and counselors reside in cabins that fit one counselor and a maximum of 8 campers.  If you have any preference for what cabin you want to be sorted into, let us know in your registration. If you supply no preference you will be sorted into a random cabin.

Discord (Optional): If you would like a link to the discord, please ask for it in your signup ask.

Take a look at the 2024 Cabin List to see where you and other campers have been sorted as well at who the staff are! Links to all participant blogs will be available there. The list is constantly updating as more submissions come in. Discord-exclusive cabins will have links to the info posts for those characters.

If your blog has more than one character, you will be filling up more than one vacancy spot unless your characters happen to be family: cousins, twins, siblings. Then, the characters can share a bed in the cabin and fill up just one vacancy spot.

INFORMATION LINKS:

Since it’s hard for me to cover all of the topics in one little post, I’m going to give you all some resources to help you figure this event out.

-FAQ: Answers to general questions we receive. Also a well of basic information about this event.

-Camp Weehawken Staff Brochure: Information about camp activities and various roles to be played at Camp.

-Camp Tags: The tags that are used on this blog and participant’s blogs for the event.

If you can’t find an answer to your question in any of these places, just drop us an ask and we’ll respond as soon as we can.

All in all, Camp Weehawken is an open ended event! You can be as creative as you’d like. The moderators of the event are always open to suggestions for RP events, streams and more. But keep in mind that this is a public event! Please be respectful.

If you have any issues with other participants, how things are being run or any other problems, the moderators are here to help. You can send messages to this blog to request help with any topic.

Applications are officially open!!

-Camp Weehawken Directors

[genshinluvr]

I need to see something before I establish the villain of my upcoming series 🤔

I might have side villains, but I’m not entirely sure on that decision. This series focuses on only four Genshin men while others will make appearances here and there. I’m still working on this fic. With how busy I am with school as I’m nearing my graduation, I probably won’t be able to post the new series until either close to my graduation or after it. This poll is created so I can see who is the preferred villain of the series before I make my final decision.

Q: Will the other Genshin men who make appearances in this series fall in love with the MC?

A: Most likely not.

Q: Who are the main love interests/pairings for this series?

A: Ayato, Al Haitham, Neuvillette, and Zhongli are the main love interests. There are no side love interests— even if there is one implied, that person will not be one of the “official” love interests for this series.

Q: What happens to Lumine since she’s not in the options of villains?

A: She’s still in the story, but she’s more of a side character doing her own thing.

Q: Why choose Lumine over Aether to be the good twin?

A: One of my friends chose Lumine over Aether, so Lumine is the one who helps MC adjust to the new world.

Q: Is this an Isekai’d fic?

A: Yes, but a it’s chaptered fic with plot unlike the other isekai’d series I’ve written in the past.

Q: Will this be posted on Tumblr and AO3 or only specific websites?

A: The first chapter will be posted on Tumblr, but the rest will be on AO3 because people on Tumblr don’t keep up with chaptered series. In the past, I’ve had people complained about the word count of my fics being way too long, so everything will be on AO3. The first chapter will probably be cut off at half of the actual word count. Unless it’s highly demanded to be posted on both Tumblr and AO3, the new series will be an AO3 exclusive.

[chickenkurage]

This is from the anon who finished arcs 2-3 of CSAlan in one day

... I've done it again. I read all of the Cursor!Alan in one day. Including the two lil oneshots. I have officially read all of ur AUs, including the tumblr exclusive ones, in... *checks browser history* two weeks? Yeah like exactly two weeks. So... over 400k words... half of which was on two days alone... anyways I am very glad that I could find such cool AUs, specifically ones with good stories and fanart to go along with it :). Just wanted to say all this is amazing, enjoy yourselves, don't work so much you forget to sleep *checks time and realizes it's almost midnight* aka don't be me. I will now go read the rest of my to-read list and forever randomly giggle at lil moments I remember and confuse my entire family ;)

(it's late for me and this probably makes lil to no sense so sry)

HELLO AGAIN! The Anon who read the whole CS Alan Arcs XDDD

Oh my goodness, you've read all of it?? Jaw is dropping at the moment, i have like....a lot of stuff written and HOW?! Is this-Is this the power of the hyperfixation? The power to read that many words?

But on the other note, thank you for enjoying the fics and JM's art. We're very happy that you enjoyed this so much!! Honestly i never thought that i would be writing so much fanfiction au's and i enjoy this so so so much!! We both do, there's a lot of times we mention how we enjoy this, since we don't join much fandoms. AvA/M is the fandom that somehow made us...to this(?) XDD It's hard to explain in words, but maybe our works are the answer :))

And yes you! SLEEP! Don't worry about us too much, we get plenty of sleep (a bit too much sleep) BUT, you, you go rest now my dear anon! You are our child, so take care hehehe!! - S

[chrysalizzm]

vine boom. wasteland character expression memes

read the series here.

(more on the characters and also quality details under the cut)

so wasteland, the series currently being updated on ao3, focuses pretty much entirely on the dsmp cast, but behind the scenes the cast of this thing is sprawling, including but not limited to empires, hermitcraft, the life series, mcc participants, smpearth, noxcrew, older guard mcyts like jordan n mitch n jerome n seto n deadlox, speedrunners, tiredtwt, outsiders smp, fable smp, redacted smp, and my personal scrungklies, which are team salad, a korean mcyt group that brings me great joy. this is why there r characters on this expression meme chart that u probably do not recognize if u are a) under the age of 18 b) exclusively know dream smp or c) are not a korean speaker. some fun facts abt the wasteland characters, their powers, or the circumstances in which these expressions take place:

ivory was a sidekick for hermit that was chased into villainy following her coming out as trans. as throne, she is now one of jordan's lieutenants in trinity and has assassinated several government officials.

jimmy, alias firebird, is an empire offices hero. he also happens to be allied with the fates under the alias wildfire. i'm sure this is of no import in the story /lie

i cannot imagine in what circumstance punz would ever make that expression. mans is chill as fuck.

i accidentally anime boyed the hell out of fruit, alias floodbloom under chase co. he has a lot of admirers on tumblr and about two thirst accounts on twitter

shelby's (alias wilder) hero uniform is heavily inspired by princess mononoke. she's signed on under empire offices, like jimmy, and can release poisonous spores from her skin.

tommy's doing the nervous lore laugh in that drawing

velvet is doing the anime lady hohoho pose while covered in blood. if he didn't have painful and complicated emotions about velvet turning to villainy, ant would be swooning

dont worry about why illumina is covered in blood it is absolutely not related to the series whatsoever /suspicious. instead consider how illumina (alias anima) is fruit's hero partner under chase co.

shoutout to @pixelperfunctory for this req. thats the most boomer ass lookin expression in the world

a brooding phil (not to be confused with a broody phil, which is c!phil). techno starts to see this expression more and more as they get older.

not to toot my own horn but foolish came out extraordinarily handsome in this drawing. he has some golden scales and they glimmer brighter when he's happy, which eret is very fond of.

grian, who we know as seraphim from wonderland, is remarkably scrungkly. he has three sets of wings and is a talented flier.

wilbur also came out quite beautiful, blood and tears notwithstanding. the next fic scheduled to be published hopefully either by the end of may or early june might shine some light on his expression here

sapnap, like ivory and shelby, would probably tear someone's throat out with his teeth given the opportunity. in the interim he gets thousands of thirst traps made of him by adoring stans.

i imagine that's the kind of AYO?? expression ponk makes whenever sam short-circuits the entire spark co. headquarters

my boy. he's not lookin too good

mapple (villain name kallisti, also known by other villain orgs as she of the heights) my scrungkly. in wasteland he's the leader of villain org team salad which is not at all what it appears to be. that particular drawing is a rare moment where he's being flustered by his very charming queerplatonic partner parkmo.

oh my love. by the time the silver age ends seto has been dead for six years. in life he was one of chase co.'s senior heroes, alias sigil, and he could control the wind. his friends - mitch and jerome, especially, who are the joint heads of chase co. - loved him very much.

[theonethatyaks93]

Huge Announcement!! (I'm Taking Animaniacs/Pinky and The Brain Fic Requests!) (Please Read for Information!)

Hello to all my Animaniacs friends and Pinky and The Brain acquaintances!!! After much consideration and a 5-month-long hiatus from fanfiction writing, I've decided that it's time to get back on it! I have multiple Pinky and The Brain fanfics being planned out right now, but while I compose more things for you (including the next chapter of "When He Loved Me" which is back by popular demand), I want to announce something to all of you that I hope will go over well.

With the Animaniacs reboot concluding earlier this year, and the fandom slowly winding its way down the obscurity route, I wanted to do something to keep the fandom chugging. I've actually wanted to do this for a few months, but now seems like a great time to start this little idea. So I've decided:

I'm Going To Start Taking Requests for Fanfics Here On Tumblr!!!

That's right!!! You guys will have the opportunity to submit fanfic ideas/prompts to me that you've always wanted to see in the community. I'm going to be making a second blog, where I will be accepting requests for fanfics and will be posting them onto Tumblr directly. I will also make these prompts available on AO3 in a compilation fic where I will also be mentioning the ask in the notes. I want to mainly focus on Brinky, Yax, and of course, the Warner Siblings and their dynamic. The blog will (maybe) be titled NarftasticFicRequests (TBD as official name) and I will be accepting both Pinky and The Brain, and Animaniacs writing ideas. I think that this is a great prompt to encourage me to write and to keep these fandom spaces alive and well. I don't have the intro ready yet for the new blog, heck I haven't made the new blog yet, but wait to see it pop up in the next few weeks. However, while the introduction hasn't been made, I am going to set down a few ground rules/boundaries here right now:

There will be absolutely NO 18+ content allowed. There are a ton of fics out there with mature labels that you can find; you don't have to look hard. I do not feel comfortable writing that stuff yet. Don't ask for smut of any kind because you will not get it, I guarantee that. The farthest I'm willing to go is deep kissing (i.e. tongue) but I'm only willing to do that for Pinky and Brain exclusively, since it doesn't seem to bother the fandom that much. I WILL NOT do that stuff for Yakko and Max because it doesn't sit well with me since they are so young. If deeper, more aggressive kissing is involved in Brinky fics, the tag: mildly spicy mice, will be used to indicate this. It won't be in every fic, I promise. :)

2. NO WARNERCEST REQESTS!!! That will get you promptly banned off of both my blogs for the foreseeable future. I HATE THIS SHIP SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS. This also ties into the no 18+ content label mentioned earlier. Do not ask for this.

3. Fic requests may take up to a week or more to complete. It will depend on the ask itself and the story ideas I compile together. I'm very busy with other life things and stresses that it will be difficult to find the time to work on these. I will optimize weekends for fic writing to my best ability, but I will let you guys know if I'm taking a break. When I'm taking a short break, the ask box will be closed temporarily, but it will be re-opened.

4. Other ships such as Billie x Julia, Wakko x Louie Duck, and Dark Pinky x Future Brain will be accepted if you request them. If these take longer to make, it's going to be because I haven't written for these ideas before and I will need time to make sure everything is done decently. I'm also accepting AU ideas such as gender-swaps (I have a really good idea if y'all want to see a gender-swapped Pinky and Brain) . However, parody ideas will be extremely risky to request since if I haven't seen the material, I can't make the parody and if I have seen it, I might make a whole fic based on it rather than just a simple one-shot.

5. If your request takes longer to complete, it's likely because I am working on a fic for AO3, most likely my Christmas/Winter fics, or a tedious multi-chapter. Don't think I've abandoned your request; I will get to you ASAP after I'm done with whatever project I'm on.

6. Certain things that are banned from the askbox: mean comments, smut requests, Warnercest, non-Animaniacs/PaTB requests, harassment of other individuals. Certain ships, such as Warnercest and Brain x Julia will not be allowed either due to personal and emotionally scarring reasons.

7. Last thing: Enjoy it!!! Make requests that are angsty, silly, fluffy, sad, or happy! Think about what you've always wanted to see in a fanfic, or an idea that you would enjoy seeing my take on. Just make sure to follow my rules and boundaries so we can all enjoy this as a fandom.

I'm really excited to get this started!!! It will take a while to put everything together. Stay tuned for an announcement that the blog is up and that you can start submitting requests. Look out for the new blog as well, and the intro post that'll contain the official rules and a little more about the blog. Once again, I'm extremely ecstatic to start taking your requests, and I might even post non-requests on the blog as well. I know this might seem a little late since the reboot is over, but I sincerely pray that this new blog can continue to keep the Animaniacs/PaTB fandom alive, at least for a little while longer. I hope that you guys get some ideas for requests while this new second blog takes shape. Hoping it'll be up by the end of next week. Fingers-crossed that this ideas doesn't blow up in my face!!! See y'all soon!!!! Narf!!!

-theonethatyaks93

[hairstevington]

Welcome to my blog!

For those who are new (hiii <3), I’m Frenchie, and I figured I'm official enough now to have an introduction post, so here's some basic info, FAQ, and a Masterlist of my content so far!

I reblog exclusively Stranger Things content here, although surprisingly I DO have other interests :o

I have an Ao3 account under this same username, if that's your thing!

I keep my writing and this blog PG-13 (with language/drug use and mild sexual content), so if you're looking for explicit stuff I am not the writer for you!

Favorite ship is Any Character x Peace and Happiness (also I love writing Steddie and Lumax has my whole heart)

Every time I get a comment, like, reblog, or feedback of any kind, my heart grows three sizes. Seriously, I'm so honored when people enjoy what I write!

Always looking for new internet friends!

~~~~~~~~~~

Masterlist:

Note: WIP's are "we can be heroes," “the hardest part is who we are,” and “every city’s got a graveyard." Ficlets won't be linked here but I will have them all tagged under "dailydrabble"

Stranger Things (follows the general canon of the show):

"Back to the Future (Hawkins Edition)" - (OC travels back in time and lives through the canon show, season 4 fix-it, 132K words) this one is my fav you guys go read it on Ao3 here

“i’m counting the days to the rapture” - (all canon characters who died on the show reunite, 40K words) found here and on Ao3

“Every city’s got a graveyard” - (Buffy x Stranger Things crossover) - still in its early stages but the first chapter can be found here!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington:

“songs that voices never share” - (alternate canon Steve goes deaf after season 3 and meets Eddie, who can sign, 70K words) found here and on Ao3

"we can be heroes" - (Part 2 of the Deaf Steve AU, season 4 rewrite/fix-it in Eddie's POV) found here

“I wanna cut to the feeling” (modern day AU enemies to lovers slow burn feat Rockstar!Eddie and Hairstylist!Steve, 79K words) - Chapter 1-5 found here, the rest found on Ao3!

“I can’t tune you out” - (Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve fake dating enemies to lovers slow burn, 113K words) found here and on Ao3

"Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version)" - (enemies to lovers body swap shenanigans, 36K words) found here and on Ao3

"flowers and ink" - (tattoo artist x flower shop modern day au, 21K words) found here and on Ao3

"Stranger Therapy" - (first date at couples counseling with Dr. Murray, 13K words) found here and on Ao3

“the hardest part is who we are” - (group therapy fic! Enemies to friends to lovers, sorta, lots of angst and dark humor) found here

“Eddie Munson vs the World” - (very camp, in the style of Scott Pilgrim, 20k words) found here

“Call me when you get this” - (one shot, friends to lovers told through voicemails, 3K words) found here and on Ao3

“That ‘90s Fic” (post-canon cute fic for the Valentine’s Day fic exchange 2023! 5.5K words) found here and on Ao3

“Daisies” (requested one shot of Eddie giving his best friend Steve flowers for Valentine’s Day) - found here on Tumblr and here on Ao3

"mysterious ways" - (Steddie week 2023, Kas!Eddie/Steve post canon season 4, 12K words) found here and on Ao3

“The Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman” found here and on Ao3

"Do I wanna know?" - (modern day AU fluffy one shot) found here and on Ao3

STWG April Fools Day Swap (one shot where Steddie saves a wounded bunny) found here

“Like real people do” - (one shot written for the STWG’s Hozier collection, 1K words) found here

"Well, this is new" found here. The follow-up, "A Different Kind of Nervous," is only on Ao3 (idk why lol). Part 3, “Hands,” found here. Ao3 links for part one, two, and three

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler:

“No Way” (featuring one of my fav lines I've ever written) found here, Ao3 link here

“Best Friends” (another tumblr exclusive!) found here

“I wanted her to look at me” (aka Robin liked Nancy instead of Tammy Thompson) found here, Ao3 link here

The Fruity Four (Robin/Nancy/Steve/Eddie):

“Barb is alive!” (AU request) here, Ao3 link here

"Teleplatonic" (Robin can read Steve's mind, no romance just Stobin) here, Ao3 link here

“Who looks like the better kisser?” - (very short and sweet) found here, Ao3 link here

“This is gonna be fun” (aka the two couples decide to be each other's beards) found here, Ao3 link here

"Steve is NOT Straight" (feat platonic Stobin baybeee) here, Ao3 link here

Misc Content (not fic related):

Steve Harrington (Taylor’s Version) - collab with the Tumblr bestie! Found here

Chaotic Stranger Things Headcanons (part one, part two, part three)

Songs that I associate with the characters

Steeba

Steve Harrington as a cat AU (shitpost collab with my Tumblr bestie, truly a treat and v chaotic, you'll love it)

Cover art for my fic “I can’t tune you out” done by my Tumblr bestie 🥰

How the characters would react to you coming out

Random hair opinions

I still might write this essay on S4 costuming lol

Robin/Nancy parallel with Steve (lowkey sad but also go Ronance) found here

Ronance evidence - found here

My Maya Hawke concert experience!

Byler x Scott Pilgrim meme - found here

Joe Quinn moments - First late night appearance and the falling blooper

List of confirmed JQ improvised moments

Very valid question

Stancy x Taylor Swift (Midnight Rain) found here

Quick Steddie headcanon

Steve is simply A Dad (and I love him)

Theory about season 5, Eddie, and inconsistencies

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Inbox is always open for questions, concerns, feedback, hot takes, requests, or literally whatever as long as you're not weird about it.

Love youuuuuu

[jessielefey]

I love you topical song lyrics as fic and/or chapter titles

I love you songfics that are half pre-existing lyrics in italics

I love you meandering plots that don't know what needs to stay and what's okay to go so they end up sounding as much like some chimera of diary entries and stream of consciousness as a story

I love you chapters that just end because the author hit the word goal

I love you five hundred chapter fics that span decades because the author keeps finding new Situations to put those poor boys(gender inclusive) in

I love you author asides to the audience mid-scene about how silly the fic is or how they just don't feel like writing this part and are skipping it or to have an argument with the character about the plot. I love you fics that just shrug and go "I don't know Japan, so this is all wrong, but you're probably an American too reader so shut up."

I love you blatant callouts of canon's flaws and plots scripted out of spite to prove how this potential concept *should've* been done

I love you awkward smut. I love you awkward lack of smut. I love you bashfully smashing barbies together before the author confesses they're ace and don't really get it. I love you author that understands it way too well and is having so much fun servicing exclusively themself

I love you ashamed author notes about how the chapter didn't come together the way they wanted on some of the best writing I ever seen in my life. I love you ashamed author notes where the author is entirely correct on their lack of skill and I love those fics too.

I love you spelling/grammar mistakes that let you know why the person is having trouble with english. I love you fics by dyslexics who are pushing through and writing anyway. I love you typoes that touchscreens tend to cause and typoes physical keyboards tend to cause and typoes speech-to-text ais tend to make. I love you six page chapters with only two paragraph breaks and three periods. I love you comma chains and semi-colon abuse and allergies to the shift key.

I love you No Beta We Die Like <Noteable Character Death>. I love you best No Beta We Die Like My Respect For Canon.

I love you in-universe typoes the characters do as a form of character expression. I love you phonetically correct misspellings to show accents. I love you things that seem like mistakes but are actually dialects or english-adjacent languages.

I love you mistranslated idioms and inconsistent pronouns because the author's native language doesn't gender pronouns and other weird quirks of grammar that give away an author's mothertongue. I love you for writing it in english or at all anyway even though it's embarassing and people can be mean.

I love you fics that include sign language references. I love you fics where the author knows the sign language; I love you fics where the author is semi-educated on the language but sorta fumbles showing it; I love you fics where the author doesn't even try and just goes "the characters know, fill in the blanks yourself if you're so smart."

I love you ten chapter fic that last updated in 2019. I love you 68/70 chapter fic that will never finish.

I love you cringe self-insert OC; I hope they gave the author what they needed when they write themselves into the story

I love you folktales. I love you stealing back characters from Official Canon. I love you OOC.

I love you AO3. I love you tumblr. I love you wattpad. (I never loved you fanfiction.net :-p but I don't hold it against your authorbase who I love very much.)

I loved you livejournal and geocities and angelfire and old shipping websites on someone's parent's work server only accessible through webrings. I loved you so much usenet rpg, even if I cannot love discord.

I love you. I love you *for* everything you're ashamed of. I don't think you should be ashamed for any of it, but I love your ambition to improve. Please let it improve you not silence you, okay?

I. Love. You.

[here2bbtstrash]

✨ it’s jihope month!! ✨

that's right babes!!!!! 🌹 now that it is officially february, the month of loooove, it means the time has come to celebrate my two best boys, whom i love with my whole entire heart 🫠💋❤️‍🔥🫶♎️♒️😘💌🍑🍆🥵

🌹 so what does jihope month mean?? -> essentially, for the month of february, this blog is gonna be all about park jimin & jung hoseok, together and separate!! i will be exclusively writing content featuring jihope, all my fic rec friday reads will be jihope-flavored, and i'm even gonna open jihope drabble requests 🤭

🌹 hold up - drabble requests?? 👀👀👀 -> YES!!!!! the horny drabbles are back baybeeeeyyyyy 😩 for this month only~ there's a post here with the full details!! 😘💌

🌹 i heard something about building a fic?? -> that's right - i got a chaotic bonus idea in the middle of the month 😈 we're gonna build a valentine's themed fic, where y'all will vote in polls to tell me exactly what you want to see!! check out the build-a-fic masterlist here for all the details and the full list of polls!

🌹 okay but why only jihope?? -> bc they're my bias line and i do what i want 😌 - also hobi's birthday is this month, and we've got ~rumors~ that pjm1 will drop in february! and i lowkey don't feel like there's enough jimin/hobi content on tumblr... i'm writing the porn i wish to see in the world, okay?!?!

🌹 but what about LDOMLT?? -> there's a whole update post on that here. shortest version is, if i finish ch11 this month i'll post it! but it may take longer. and i don't wanna hold myself back from writing other things in the meantime!

🌹 how can we join in on the fun?? -> spread the good word of jihope!! 🫶 try your hand at writing one or both of them and tag me! send me recs of your favorite jihope fics (together or separate)! tag me in your favorite jihope gifsets! drop random jihope thots in my ask box! VOTE IN THE POLLS FOR OUR VALENTINE'S BUILD-A-FIC!! the possibilities are endless~ ✨

that's it! hope y'all are excited bc i sure am~ let the chaos begin!!! 😈 and omg a million thank yous to THEEEEE LEGEND!!!!! @kithtaehyung for this insane banner like y'all can we believe?!?!?!? i literally can't stop staring at it 😩💌

[ghosttotheparty]

random life updates for anyone interested:

- starting my last year of university next week; beyond freaked out bc idk what im doing with my life, but finding little mercies in the mundane to keep me sane. coffee, kissing my dogs nose, waving at babies in shops, etc. i have yet to start my dissertation but i have shifted my original plan from ai ‘art’ and why it sucks to the importance of having an open mind when it comes to dadaism and the idea of what art is in general. this is mainly due to lack of resources around generative ai in regards to the art community

- started a website for my artwork! still have to pay for the domain name, but i have a few blog entries and a portfolio and a page for commissions. i have to contact my aunt, who i did three commissions for this summer and who has yet to pay me, because i want to use the money from those comms to pay for the domain and starter inventory for my shop, where im hoping to sell prints and stickers

- travelled overseas by myself for the first time this summer, and got a (kind of) job! i actually enjoyed the flights (i watched bottoms for the first time!) and security was not as scary as it used to be. (is it bc im on medication now? probably but also the airports were fairly quiet (which was crazy bc i left from heathrow) and i had direct flights which was nice). i worked in a local art gallery and gift shop in retail and i got to help set up an exhibition and it was a rly great opportunity to meet artists and get experience in retail. i found that im fantastic at chit chatting with people and definitely have a chameleon effect w southern accents.

- got officially diagnosed with tourette’s. will i be writing another eddie w tics fic bc of this? mayhaps

- started digital art and have been working on it fairly regularly; still trying to figure out an art style but i think i might be getting there— i finally got an apple pencil (everyone say thank you robins grandma) which has been marvellous

- learned how to crochet; i cannot for the life of me read crochet patterns so ive only made a hat for my brother (using a youtube video as guidance), half a scarf bc i ran out of yarn, and a small throw blanket, but it’s v fun to just fidget while watching movies and stuff— im going to make another hat for my brothers xmas gift using yarn from my friend

- i found that i am crazy good at recognising voices; my grandparents listen to almost exclusively classical music so they started playing pandora radios during dinner while i was with them, and my darling grandfather would quiz me about who the artist was and what the song was called. i often would name the artist based on their voice (usually only knowing one song by them) but wouldn’t know the song and usually hadn’t even heard the song before. my grandpa was continually impressed. he’s my #1 hypeman

photos from my summer:

1. one of the commissions for my aunt; peter rabbit for her upstairs area with bookshelves.

2. my grandpa preparing some figs left by their next door neighbor; i found that my dislike of fig newtons is just my dislike of figs. but they were pretty.

3. went on a ‘moth walk’ with my grandparents; there’s an arboretum near their house, and some people showed up to listen to a moth expert talk about moths. he’d set up equipment to attract moths and it was sososo fun. this is one of the moths (i don’t recall what it was called, but the leader had his own nicknames for them all) that i got to hold. i also got to hold a firefly for the first time. it was magical.

4. my grandma is a quilter— this is her piecing together a small quilt that we made together for a friend of mine that had a baby recently.

can’t think of any more updates but i’ve realised that i’m spending more time on twitter these days than i am on tumblr so <3

[natigail]

August 2024 - natigail recap

This year's PEDIA only meant fic every other day but I still posted quite a few! I've already done an official PEDIA recap but it felt strange not to do a recap in my usual style.

Broke, Gay and New in Town (phandom, one 49k chapter)

Rest in the Belly of the Wolf (stray kids, four chapters)

I’m like a puzzle but all of my pieces are jagged (seventeeen, six chapters)

돈’t Resist (at least not me) (seventeen, final chapter)

some of the most normal pictures (phandom, one shot)

Nah, you wouldn’t have spared me (EPIC: The Musical, one shot)

Go out with a bang as it were (phandom, one shot)

Wavering Hope (xenoblade chronicles 3, one shot)

Wrote 15 spilled thoughts posts (one about growing out my nails, one about damaging your things, one about signs of aging in my horse, one about impulsive thoughts, one about acclimating to come back to work after three weeks of holiday, one about having so many appointments, one about my tumblr queue system, one about my colleague who died, one about having an easier time listening to stuff that’s familiar, one about disliking gift giving culture, one about frustration crying at work, one about attending a friend’s birthday party which consisted almost exclusively of her family, one about my little brother turning 25, one about my horse’s stable being sold and one about writing stats and deadlines)

The actual writing count itself wasn't very high at all because I'd managed to pre-write a lot of the things I needed to post in July. It still feels crazy that journalling was somehow my biggest post for the month. And quite a few of the fics could hardly register at all, since their added words was just fiddling with them in the editing process. But man, this was such a nice month and the most calm I've ever felt during a PEDIA. It kind of still did feel like I was cheating because I didn't post fic every day but hey, I make the rules and I need to have them suit me well. I wrote just shy of 43k, not quite hitting the planned 2k on average but all the fics got done and posted on time, so I can't complain!