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exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo
so. let’s have a lil snippet time!
thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,
“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”
“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.
“Yeah, regarding tonight—“ Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”
She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.
“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.
“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”
There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.
“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.
“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”
Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”
“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.
“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”
“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”
“Oi!”
“So, our room it is.”
Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?
(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)
It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.
How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?
“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.
He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.
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been thinking a lot about moxxi lately and i actually love her so much. like
i love her silly jokes you would usually expect from a middle schooler and not a grown ass woman and i love how she giggles right after them
i love when she’s doing her mechanical stuff and you can see that this is a hobby she enjoys so so so much and actually knows her shit, talking in these smart technical terms
i love when she sings this little song of hers in the garage during her spare time when no one sees her and not really caring if she’s hitting these notes or not
i love when you can hear the intensity of emotions in her voice - like her anger at the hodunks’ clan for scarring her for life or her worry about tim when pretty boy captures him - actually, my favorite thing ever is when she lets her “sexy mask” slip off completely and just says whatever the fuck she feels like saying
i love that you can see how much she cares about her children, risking her own life at a very young age to make sure their lives would be better
i love how casually she says that she went to dinner with tim - who looked very much like jack - only because she was hungry and doesn’t make a big deal out of it - because of course she would’ve easily defended herself if needed
i love when in bl3 she lets herself a bit of a break and does a little dance in her bar for a few secons before returning to the businesswoman persona
i love how she straight-up doesn’t give a fuck aboud dead bodies laying around her bar when you first meet her in bl1, doing some hat tricks and talking nonchalantly to you about the next mission and where to find athena
and i love how she’s actually so into watching vault hunters fight - like literally giggling and cheering for them - because hey! violence is fun especially when it’s done against the bad guys
i just love moxxi so, so much, especially in these blink-and-you-miss-it moments when she shows her true self
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