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jarofstyles · 7 months

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FICTOBER DAY 2- Was It Worth It?

Hello lovebugs. Welcome back to day two, we got a shortie blurb for all of you!

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“Was it worth it?” Y/N grumbled as she gently wiped the cut on his forehead.

Harry had always been a hothead, but with a few drinks in him, his confidence flew. It flew all the way into a bar chair after trying to start a fight in the pub for a guy pulling Y/N close to his lap. She’d gone to report the creep for attempting something but had only gotten halfway through the crowded area when she heard someone yelling Harry’s name and for him to ‘chill out’.

The halloween trivia night had been a bust, it seems, but Y/N’s cat ears stuck well to her hair and her half assed attempt of a cat nose and whiskers had only smudged a tiny bit. She called that a win. The black bodysuit had been a hit with Harry, so much so that he had been extra touchy the whole night and kissing on her in the way that was gearing up for some fun at home.

The fight had sobered them both up, Y/N hissing when she saw the blood down her boyfriend’s face. It was a halloween theme so thankfully no one gave them much of a second look when they got into the uber, but she was annoyed he wouldn’t let her bring him to a hospital.

“It was.” He hummed, pawing at her hips. Y/N was ignoring it mentally, but her body was only so strong. “Totally worth it. I told you I’d always protect you, my sweet girl. Always. And yeah, probably shouldn’t have thrown hands but he commented on your ass when I was going to tell him off so…” He shrugged his shoulders. Thankfully the only injuries seemed to be a superficial cut and a few split knuckles. Still she was going to keep him awake in case of a concussion.

“You can keep me safe by not throwing hands in the middle of a pub.” She squeezed his chin, giving him a look as she finished tending to the head wound. They bled a lot and it was intimidating no matter what.

“Hm. Maybe.” He pulled her in between his split legs. “I’m never going to not defend your honor. You’re my love. S’fucked if I just let someone say shit. And then they touch you?” He went to raise his brow but winced, the tender skin making him grunt. “Fucks sake. It was worth it, though. It’ll heal up and maybe I’ll have a cool scar and you can always remember who loves you enough to get his arse handed to him.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, squishing his cheeks before placing a kiss to his mouth. “Fair enough, babe. Fair enough.” She was just glad she didn’t have to bail him out with a cat tail tied around her waist. “Get in the shower and wash the blood off of your hair so I can finish this up.” Her hands smacked his thighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “And before you ask, no. I will not join you. I will sit here and make sure you don’t pass out, god forbid, but if I step in there you will give yourself more of a headache trying to touch me.”

She knew exactly how that would go. Harry wasn’t at all subtle when his shoulders fell, a groan leaving his lips as he stood up from the sink. “Fine. Only because this means you forgive me and you won’t be mad anymore.” He sang over his shoulder as he strolled over to the shower stall to turn on the water. “ No taking it back!”

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ghcstao3 · 10 months

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I dont know if you take requests but?? You had an alive riley family headcanon post with teeen joeseph and man i would really like to see more of that (bonus if theres ghostsoap during it)

i can definitely do that!! (and i also encourage you to check out this drabble from @snootlestheangel that was inspired by the original post. very wholesome stuff)

Simon often likes to wonder if Tommy thinks he’s funny for putting his little brother on babysitting duty.

Granted, it’s not exactly babysitting anymore—Joseph’s twelve, for Christ’s sake—but Simon has to know what exactly has Tommy snickering when he dumps the kid on his uncle’s doorstep for the weekend.

Because everything at least starts normal—they set up the extra bedroom, Joseph asks about Simon’s latest missions (all questions replied to with embellished half-truths or flat-out “classified”s, as per usual), they order in for dinner because he’s supposed to be the fun uncle as opposed to the one on Beth’s side of the family.

All of it starts normal. Which has Simon on edge, even if it’s only his pre-teen nephew at the centre of his worries.

It takes a few days before Simon figures it out.

And it’s all because he somehow ends up with his sergeant unexpectedly at his front door, because of course Johnny couldn’t be bothered to call ahead and check it wasn’t one of those rare times Simon was busy while on leave.

So here he is.

Anticipating disaster as Johnny introduces himself to Joseph—both having heard of the other, but no more than in vague statements and short stories and never enough to get a real first impression.

“I’m John,” the sergeant says, friendly enough, “I work with your uncle.”

“John?” To Joseph’s credit, he does sound in some genuine awe, as far as a twelve-year-old can manage. “Woah—like the captain?”

“Uh.” It’s the first time Simon has ever seen Johnny rendered speechless. “Not quite.”

Simon ruffles Joseph’s hair. “He’s not old enough, Jo.”

Joseph narrows his eyes at Johnny. Simon recognizes the cogs turning just too late and is entirely powerless to stop it.

“Well,” Joseph starts, “you look old enough.”

Ah.

“Joseph—“

Johnny snorts, though he does bristle almost imperceptibly—stands straighter, folds his arms over his chest. “‘S’fine, LT. I can take a joke.”

"Can you?" Joseph interjects. The way he tilts his head in that sort of smug way tells Simon exactly why Tommy had been so happy to rid of the kid for a few days.

He's finally reached that age, it would seem.

Johnny frowns down at the kid—though down may be an overstatement, as even at twelve Joseph has surely gotten the Riley height gene—almost with that same sort of analytic look to his face that he wears when disarming particularly complex bombs. Simon gets it; he's just as unequipped to deal with this.

"...I think I can," Johnny says slowly.

This reply appears satisfactory enough to Joseph, being that he nods and marches away to plant himself in front of Simon’s TV until he gets bored.

Because Lord knows Simon has things to discuss with Johnny.

Namely the smart-arse nephew he apparently has to apologize for.

“Right wanker you got on your hands,” Johnny remarks as soon as Joseph is out of earshot. “I’m nae even thirty. Old, my arse.”

“He’s usually well-behaved,” Simon mutters.

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “That so? ‘Cause I ken his uncle and I cannae say the same about him.”

Simon only rolls his eyes, then. Asks Johnny if he plans to stay for dinner because Simon doesn’t have enough ingredients for three, if so.

But it just continues, after that.

When Johnny manages to pull up a team photo because Uncle Simon doesn’t take photos, Simon is lovingly told that it doesn’t make sense anyone is scared of him because his mask looks like a last minute Halloween costume bought at Poundland the night of the 31st.

Then offhandedly Joseph is commenting that Johnny’s mohawk, mildly grown out and unruly as a cause of his own time off, makes him seem like a middle-aged dad trying to reminisce on his days in a failed, mediocre secondary school rock band as a way of mitigating his mid-life crisis.

The list goes on over the next day and a half, and while it’s never anything overly mean, it just… throws the two of them for a loop when this twelve-year-old is randomly insulting the most minute things in between normal conversation. Well-behaved conversation.

Johnny is long gone by the time Tommy returns to retrieve his son, but that doesn’t stop Joseph from blabbering about Uncle Simon’s friend, less-cool John—and isn’t it just so fun for Simon to have to explain his not-just-friendship, but-also-nothing-more relationship situation to his older brother—while also picking on his father’s outfit in the same breath.

The kid’s become an absolute menace.

Simon’s afraid for what thirteen might bring.

#ask #this is so dumb but that’s my specialty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #joseph riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #writing

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lottiecrabie · 6 months

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begging linecook!matty to meet u at a halloween party bc ur Drunk even tho he said he didn’t wanna go and would just link up with you after. he gets there and sees u in ur slutty costume and just loses it because that’s pretty unlike you

ofc the linecook halloween blurbs immediately say Slutty

you hold yourself up with a shoulder on the wall, but the world still spins around you. the hallway to the bathroom seems to zigzag ahead, and you can’t be arsed to make sense of the maze right now. applause by lady gaga rings behind you, with the resonating off-key screams of your friends chewing through the lyrics. light flashes up your face. you sway on your spot.

Hey

What are you wearing

Haha that’s a joke

Unless?

I miss yoh

Why couldn’t you have gone out with us we could be fucking in a bathroom right now:(

Your thumbs linger over the screen. You ready to tap out some new nonsensical stream of consciousness, but Matty’s speech bubble appears. You gasp. It surprises you, somehow, that he’s seeing these, like you had assumed his number was a speed dial to the void.

how drunk are you

You scoff. Why do you assume I’m drunk?

believe it or not i am literate. i can fkg read it

The last three shots of The Darling’s cheapest and strongest booze does haze your brain, humming pleasantly through your limbs. Narrowing to that needy center of yours, the one that always begs for him and never seems to be satisfied. You bite your lip, giggling as you send; Will you come join me if I show yoh my tits

jesus christ.

No?

i’m on my way A grin splits your face. You send him a string of emojis even you can’t decipher the meaning of, laughing to yourself as you get swallowed by the dancing crowd again.

Fifteen minutes later and Matty’s hand is at your shoulder, fishing you out of the dancefloor. You gasp, turning around to hook your arms behind his neck. “Matty!” You reach up on your tiptoes, pressing kisses all over his face. The faint remainder of your red lipstick glues to him in the shape of your lips. You laugh, wiping the one on his cheek. “I’m so glad you came.”

Matty nods, checking behind himself for the quickest exit. His hand tugs you along, and you let yourself be puppeteered away for a minute before you freeze, eyes wide. “I have to show you my tits!” You let go of his hand, bunching up the hem of your shirt.

“Fucking—” He clutches your hands, trapping them, preventing you from flashing him and half the bar. “No.”

“I made a promise,” you pout, but let him pull your fingers far away from your shirt. “My father always says a person is only as good as their word.”

“I’ll see them soon, princess.”

You smirk, licking your lips. “Oh yeah? Gonna have your way with me?”

“When you’re not fucking wasted.”

You frown. “‘M not.”

He snorts. “Sure.”

“I’m not!” The words come out high-pitched and whiney, completely contradicting you.

“You can barely stand straight,” he says, looking you up and down. His body freezes. His gaze licks up your body, taking in the heels, the black shorts, the tight little shirt your breasts practically fall out of. “What are you wearing?”

“It’s my costume,” you say, grinning proud. Your square your shoulders, straightening your back to show it all off. “You like?”

Matty swallows thickly. “What are you even supposed to be?”

You roll your eyes, pointing to the pair of ears sticking out of your hair. “A cat.”

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, gaze fixed down on your tits. You bet he regrets not letting you show them off now. “What are you doing wearing this when I’m not there?”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Well I asked you to be, didn’t I?”

“And when I said we’d see each other after, you should’ve put on a fucking sheet over yourself and gone as a ghost.” He pulls up on the neckline of your shirt, trying to cover your breasts up, but it only makes it ride up your stomach instead. Matty makes a low sound in the back of his throat.

You get up on your tiptoes, whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry. Your view when I take it off is gonna be even better.” Your hand circle his wrist, making him lazily grope one of your tits. He groans. You grin, grazing your lips down his jaw, lingering over his mouth. “Matty, take me home and fuck me.”

He makes a frustrated noise, conflicted. Then drops his hand from your breast, disentangling from you, shaking his head. “You’re trouble,” he swears, catching your shoulders and driving you through the crowd, one respectful arm-length distance away.

You pout, dragging your feet. Matty shakes his head, promising lowly. “Tomorrow.” You grin, Halloween cheer coming back to you.

“Promise?”

“Of course,” Matty starts, cheeky. “A person is only as good as their word.”

#linecook!au #blurb #crablurb #halloween #ask

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piratefalls · 6 months

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i'm sure everyone's tired of my rambling at the beginning of these, so let's just get to it. new list every wednesday!

list one. list two.

Even If It's Just Pretend by nontoxic

“The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.” “It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?” Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.” Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone." It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend. It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead. --- or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.

I've carried this song in my mind by kiwiana

Henry lays eyes on Alex Claremont-Diaz for the first time in Rio, and it sends such a shockwave of longing and terror into the universe that Arthur feels it. Or, five times Arthur tries to get Alex and Henry together from beyond the grave, and one time two times his intervention isn’t needed.

Bear with me by phlebotinxm

The first time it happened, Henry was not having it. “For the last time, I’m not helping you shave your arse.” — In which Alex is very hairy, and Henry sort of has a thing for it. Not that he'd admit it, though.

Taking Control of the Histories by Qwert33

Singer ACD and Prince Henry announce their engagement to each other. The internet reacts. (+ the months after, a new album, resurfacing of old interviews, and public online flirting.)

Lost and Found by milowren

Pez turns to hand him his ticket, raising an eyebrow over one of his unsettling blue eyes. “It’s either too terrifying for you or too juvenile. It can’t be both.” “I’m not terrified,” Henry says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. But as soon as the crowd in front of them clears and he’s able to see the entrance to the maze, he’s forced to recant that statement. Because standing just off to the side in the shadow of a giant inflatable jack-o-lantern, along with two girls that Henry vaguely recognizes through their costumes, is the most terrifying thing Henry has seen so far tonight. Alex Claremont-Diaz. ****** Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! Plus many horror movie references.

you handle it beautifully by HypnosTheory

“And I may have an idea for the libido problem too.” Henry sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get hard.” “First off, nothing has to rise to the level of therapy, there’s no threshold for misery,” Alex says, parroting the words his therapist has told him about half a million times. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about therapy.” Henry raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.” - Alex, discovering Henry is having a hard time getting out of his head enough to enjoy sex, has a clear solution: recreational drug use! While on the road to self-discovery and self-actualization, Henry surprises Alex more than once. (3 times Henry surprised Alex + 1 time Alex shocked him right back)

Thirst Tweets & Mean Tweets [FOR APPROVAL] by loveonpurpose

MEMO: Official Transcript of Alex Claremont-Diaz and HRH Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor for BuzzFeed, Inc. Original video title: "Prince Henry Reads Thirst Tweets / FSOTUS Reads Mean Tweets" (2021). Filmed February 20, 2021. Approval status: PENDING This transcript is strictly confidential and may contain privileged and proprietary information, which is protected under applicable laws and intended solely for the use of The White House and Buckingham Palace.

in the shadow of two gunmen by matherine

There are over four hundred and thirty-three million guns in civilian possession in the United States. Alex isn’t sure where on the campaign trail that fact embedded itself into his brain — he thinks he picked it up from some memo between Minnesota and Missouri — but he’s never been able to forget it. It's one of those things he turns over and over in his head, running the numbers as if he could calculate the possibility of a bullet embedding itself in his brain. In the end, Alex thinks that it evens out. More people want to kill him than the average person (and that number has grown exponentially over the years) but now he also has Secret Service protection and can’t go anywhere without a motorcade. So, really, statistically, he figures that he has just as much of a chance of being shot by one of those 433 million firearms as anyone else, give or take a few decimal points here and there. But doing the math doesn’t make it any less terrifying when it actually happens.

Want you stealing my time by clottedcreamfudge

Henry has no idea what the rules are meant to be when you fall in love with your best friend thirty seconds after befriending them, but he supposes it doesn't matter anyway; he knows that Alex could never feel the same way - has always known that - and he considers himself lucky to have someone this fierce and full of life in his corner. He doesn't need more, no matter how much he may want it. Then Alex goes and ruins everything by daring to press him against the wall at a party and kiss him like his life fucking depends on it.

simply, don't by rizcriz

The first voicemail notification sits in Henry’s inbox when he lands in London. He stares at it for a long while before quietly dismissing it and shoving his phone unceremoniously into his pocket. His phone feels like lead in his pocket the entire ride back to the palace, fingers itching to pull it out and just listen. But he’s stronger than that, isn’t he? He left, he got on the plane, he made it home without once looking back. He had, though, contemplated the many steps it would take to turn around. Wondered if he could make it back with enough time to climb back into Alex’s bed and pretend none of this nightmare—the confession of love—had ever happened. But for every step he envisions himself taking back, three more lead him straight to Kensington Palace, because for whatever it is that he wants, there is only what he can have, and it is not a life with one Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. -- Or, Henry actually answers one of Alex's calls.

heart & home by railmedaddy

An exploration of life, love, friendship and family – one snippet for each week of Alex & Henry’s first year in their brownstone.

the love of my life, forever by coffeecatsme

“So,” the host of the talk show starts, eyes glimmering with excitement as he gazes at Alex over the desk, “your new single. I think anyone here would agree that it felt like a death by a thousand cuts, listening to those lyrics. If you don’t mind me asking… There’s been a lot of speculation online about who the song is about.” Alex flips his curls to the other side, trying not to smile. “Uh huh.” Or, 5 times the media speculates Alex is dating someone else and 1 time they realize he's been with Henry all this time.

You Can't Deny Me Anything by Dawg1515

“What happened?” Henry frowns deeply and presses his hand to Alex’s forehead. “You’re burning up, love.” Or: That night at the Lake House, Henry is getting ready to leave when Alex wakes up feeling sick. Faced with memories of losing his father, Henry decides to stay and take care of Alex. They have some things to talk out.

sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck

When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.

how to have (normal) friends without fucking it up by ohgaywarden

Alex y’all are forgetting i started in georgetown when my mom was elected at least it’s not like the white house where they’ll bring the dogs out to sniff for weed cash and the ppos will probably check you for stuff but yeah… just don’t bring anything that would alert the royal protectors of the 4th in line for the throne Abbylol Anthony okay :) what time? -- Alex tries to make friends in law school.

a thousand, a million, billion thoughts, (all under the form of a letter to you) by CrayolaRainbow

Henry has been working on something in his office for the past week. Every time Alex asks him what it is, Henry just brushes him off with a simple “It’s a project, dear, nothing to worry about,” before throwing himself back into his work. He comes back, a week later, with a proposal he wants to show Alex. Or: Henry proposes to Alex with the help of a list, a powerpoint presentation, and some Very Gay Quotes.

buzzing by demigodbeautiies

“I mean, I respect the guts of anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to send a vibrator to the Prince of Wales,” Alex said, staring down at the little egg shaped thing in a box on their counter. “I can’t ever endorse this,” he replied, finally. -- Henry and Alex are sent a remote control vibrator. They find many, many uses for it.

A Tapestry of Intimacy Unfolded by Hqwhna

It's a case of textbook serendipity when Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz and Dr. Henry Fox first meet at a fundraiser in D.C. Now, Alex just has to think of an excuse to see him again...

Going Platinum by cricketnationrise

Email: [email protected] Channel Name: AustinBoy Age Restricted?: 18+ Chat enabled?: Yes Subscriptions: Monthly Tiers: 2 Tier 1:> Name: Standard > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video Tier 2:> Name: Bonus > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video, 1 weekly livestream

Or, a Camboy!Alex AU

A Taste of You by everwitch

On a few, select occasions, Henry has indulged Alex’s flirty banter, meeting Alex halfway with his own brand of dry wit. That is hardly advisable, of course, but Henry is only… well, not human exactly, but once upon a time he was, and sometimes he likes to reminisce about that. To recall what that existence had felt like. To watch a pretty young thing with a certain spark in his eyes smile victoriously when Henry admits he’s handsome. When Henry lets Alex take him home, he thinks he’s the only one who’s about to reveal his true nature. He’s wrong.

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor

“It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.” Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

Engagement by SilverRosesAndDragons

Alex and Henry get engaged. They make a show of telling the world.

hear it in the silence (feel it on the way home) by orionseye

“It drives me nuts sometimes that you don’t get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see you with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I’m there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning.” - page 296 Henry and Alex get everything they want after the 2020 elections: a beautiful home, fulfilling careers, a life together. But you need to heal first, to be able to love.

Sweetheart Grips by orestespdf

“Is this a good time to say that I haven’t done this before either, and that you should also tell me if it’s terrible?” Henry asks. Alex lets out a quiet laugh. His cheeks are ruddy with pleasure, the way some people get flushed when they’ve been smiling a while. Henry wants to do everything in his power to make Alex laugh again. The sound is intoxicating. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” Alex says with an easy grin. "I’ll log any complaints accordingly.” --- Rewriting a few RWRB sex-scenes with trans!Alex.

Hold the Moonlight In Your Hands by absolute-worst-idea (cxptained)

“Come on.” Henry tells him, tugging him to his feet and suddenly time is repeating itself. They sneak through the long grass, past the same PPO’s that snooze by the front door, before taking off at a run down that very same pier. “What are you doing?” Alex yells out, laughing as they come to the same halt as before, right under the brilliant night sky. The same stars look down on them. The same moon lights up their path, lights up Henry’s face, lights up his eyes and his smile. “I’m doing this right!” Henry says. There’s a lightness to his voice, a sparkle in perfect blue hues and Alex’s chest lifts just as it had done a year ago. ---------- The group find themselves back at the lake house, and Henry wants to make right that disastrous night with a marriage proposal that will change Henry and Alex's lives forever.

my gift is my song/and this one's for you by HestiaForever

It still amazes Henry, sometimes. That Alex loves him back; that the whole world knows and it’s okay. He turns his head and kisses Alex gently. The frizzing anxiety in his veins settles, and it’s like taking a breath of fresh air. Alex breaks away to smile against his lips. “Just like old times, huh? Do I need to let you go flee the country now?” OR Alex and Henry’s relationship, told through five holidays over five years.

The Red Side Goes Up by cmere

Henry brings home a little something new to try in the bedroom. Or: The One Where Alex Gets Jealous of a Butt Plug.

One Wild and Precious Life by SprigsofViolets

In 2015, Arthur Fox was diagnosed with cancer. He went into surgery to have a tumor removed from his brain, and fell into a coma. Nine years later, he wakes up.

Imagine Being Loved By Me by ladybonehollows

“Please tell me you're not so high in your ivory tower that you don't know what fanfiction is and that people write it about you." He can practically hear the sound of Henry rolling his eyes through the phone. “No, I know what it is, and I wish I could be surprised to learn that people have written it about me. None of that has ever inspired me to go looking for it.” Alex looks gleefully at the page in front of him. “Oh baby, I love how we can still surprise each other," he says. "I'm skipping to the good part, though.”

But Then You Found Me (And Everything Changed) by Lily_Padd_23, supernatural_mondler

Henry accidentally asks a question. Alex is more than ready with the answer.

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stationintern · 5 months

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party 4 u

this is my favorite charli xcx song, and Harry has always played the leading role in my fantasies while listening to it. pls enjoy this fic. i've included multiple mentions of the duo frou frou as a treat for the girlies (anyone who loves frou frou as much as i do).

“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. The knob is digging into his spine, but he’s too loaded to move, let alone notice. He’s shed his pirate costume on various surfaces over the course of the night, his ruffled shirt the only sign left that he was anything at all in the first place.

Nobody replies, because Hermione– dressed as a fairy– is passed out at the kitchen island, hunched over on one of the barstools with her head cradled in her arms. She has a tendency to overestimate her ability to tell when enough is enough, but always ends up having more fun than any of them.

He never should have had this party, is still not sure what he was expecting to get from all this. Most of the people he invited came in their half-arsed costumes, ate ludicrous amounts of sweets, and got drunker than they’d planned to. Surely, his Halloween party should have been a success, right?

Yet, that was never the goal at all. There was one objective for the night, and it’s nearing three in the morning, still uncompleted.

Yes, Harry Gatsby’d it.

Eventually, Hermione is carried out over Ron’s shoulder amid hoarse goodbyes and ‘have a good night’s. Harry and Luna collect the cups, and the sink smells of pineapple and rum, of Draco’s breath after every pub night. They take down the streamers while Imogen Heap sings ‘I have to be somewhere/now where did I put it,” and Harry is reminded of the infinite times he was held sonically hostage to Draco’s Details CD on long drives.

He feels nauseous, and can’t decide if it’s because of the lack of Draco’s presence, or the way he’d overindulged with every passing hour. He decides it’s because of Draco, because everything is. Draco is the reason he painted his bedroom walls blue, and threw this party in the first place.

Their little friends with benefits situation ended three years ago, and Draco’s moved on. Multiple times. But none of them stick, and with every breakup that spark of hope grows in Harry’s chest. That Draco will come back and finish what they started.

Eventually, Luna leaves too, and Harry’s left with a house devoid of all the things he’d placed in it to lure Draco in like a blonde fish to a Frou Frou CD on a hook. Nearing four, Harry leaves it on, lets the music remind him of better times when he wasn’t drunk, when he wasn’t slowly becoming one with the sofa, when Draco being in his house wasn’t something he had to carefully orchestrate.

It’s begun to rain outside, and he’s drifting off to the pitter-patter when the doorbell rings. The sound is like someone dumping a bucket of ice water on his head, and once again the hope that maybe it could be him overcomes the alcohol, just as it did every time a new guest arrived to the party.

It’s funny, how you can have hope for something and fully believe it to be impossible at the same time. The feeling sits in Harry’s mind after being drilled into him all night. Is it him? No. Is it him? No. Is it–

“You have to stop inviting me to things.”

Draco is wet, soaked– which is ridiculous, since he was always so silly about keeping out of the rain, the precise temperature of his warming charms. He’s in his robe, the same grey one with hairspray crust on the shoulders that Harry liked to scratch at. Underneath the fabric there are freckles from Draco’s bad experience with a tanning booth that he hasn’t bothered to magic away. Harry likes to think it’s because he knew how fond he was of them. He knows that body and the stories behind it. He knows Draco so well it’s sickening.

“What?”

“Just– stop, alright? I can’t keep coming up with excuses the next day.”

He looks like a petulant child– fists at his sides, the crease in his brow, the sheer stubbornness that coats every word.

“I’m sorry?” Harry doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be sorry for, and is still reeling from his learned experience being proven wrong so abruptly.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to remind me. You- you invite me to your house. You give me… I get a taste of what it’s like to be around you again and then I leave, and I just can’t any more! I can’t come to your parties, your pub nights, your fucking luncheons. You’re cruel, Harry. This is all so…”

Harry reaches out a hand, rests it on Draco’s shoulder, “I’m so confused right now.”

“You’re swaying,” Draco notices.

“I am very drunk.”

“Harry, you don’t have to keep trying to include me in things. I know… I can’t be your friend.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

Draco averts his eyes, and seems to realize he’s wet, before pushing his way into Harry’s foyer and drying himself off with his wand. Harry wishes he wouldn’t, because the sight of him truly affected by the rain is something to behold, something he now realizes he’s been deprived of for so long.

“You know why,” he continues, “You know why, and yet you keep inviting me to things because my friends are your friends and vice versa, but I don’t need to be included in everything, not when you know how much it hurts me.”

“Draco, what the fuck are you on about?”

“What am I supposed to do? Just act normal? I’ve been in love with you for three fucking years, and everybody knows it, and I know you know it, and I’m sick of being embarrassed–”

“Draco,” Harry stops him, a hand pressed to his firm chest. The gesture isn’t needed, but Harry wants to touch him so bad, feel the linen of Draco’s shirt under his fingertips now that he knows that Draco wants it, “You’re stupid.”

If he wasn’t drunk, he would have been much more eloquent, but this is the best he’s got, and as long as Draco stops talking long enough to listen, maybe he can make it through this conversation.

“I only threw this party for you.”

Draco takes two steps back, knocks his hip against a fern, then takes a step forward.

“You threw…” Draco looks around the room, now devoid of all its decorations, and Harry hopes he can imagine them in his mind. Imagine a room full of people they love, drinking something he likes, eating his favourite candy, listening to his favourite music, and understand that Harry has always been trying to show, unsure if he was allowed to tell, “What are you saying?”

“I Gatsby’d it,” Harry replies, because Luna said that’s what he was doing, and the phrase has been stuck in his head all night.

“You Gatsby’d it,” Draco deadpans.

“I threw an entire party and filled it with things I know you like, just because I wanted you to show up,” Harry admits, “I had rum rollovers and Frou Frou and I dressed up as a pirate because I know you love men in frilly shirts, because I wanted you to walk in and notice.”

It’s definitely odd saying it out loud, but Draco just showed up at his doorstep and professed his love for him, so Harry feels free to say his truth.

“And I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m seven hours late.”

“Very fashionable.”

“Sorry about that,” Draco scratches that spot behind his ear, where he’s always thought about getting a tattoo. Harry remembers how it tastes, “So…”

“I love you too, by the way,” Harry blurts, “You said you were in love with me and I called you stupid and–”

Draco reaches for him, and Harry is both expecting it and caught off guard when they kiss– quick and painless and just as sweet as he remembers.

“You threw a party for me,” Draco murmurs.

“Everything I do is for you,” Harry replies, and Draco kisses him again, and again, until he finally manages to pull away from his lips, “I mean, not brushing my teeth or whatever. Like, the pub nights and the dinner parties. Those were all for you.”

“For me.”

“For you.”

“Why didn’t you just–” Draco starts, and Harry knows why he didn’t just, but he’s still too muddled to explain all that.

“I have a lot of problems,” he says instead.

Draco laughs, and Harry’s so glad that it’s finally because of him again, and not some brunette at the pub, “Yes, you do.”

They move on to the sofa, trading explanations through the night as Harry’s buzz finally wears off, and Draco admits that he got pretty smashed in his kitchen, unable to bear the idea of refusing the invite. The sun peaks through the curtains in the early hours of the morning, and they begin to doze, twisted around one another. They haven’t spoken for a while, simply rested in the warmth of long-awaited understanding.

But, as Harry finally lets sleep overcome him, he hears a snort and one final whisper.

“You Gatsby’d it…”

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#drarry #draco x harry #drarry fic rec #self rec #drarry shortfic

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kellanine · 12 days

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Prompt 19: angel/demon AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - word count 989 (cut down from an initial 1500. That's hard!)

Content warnings: Language, sexual content, and homophobia

Three weeks ago, the war ended. Voldemort’s gone, Peter’s in prison, and Halloween night, 1981, seems like the perfect time to kick back at the local pub.

Sirius and Remus walk in, and Lily and James wave from a corner table, drinks already in hand. Remus follows Sirius to the bar to order theirs.

When they reach it, Sirius leans on the edge and gives Remus an appreciative once-over.

"Hi there, handsome. Come here often?"

(adult content behind the cut)

Remus rolls his eyes, but smiles. "Careful. I have a strong, sexy husband and he gets jealous."

The bartender is busy and nods at Remus to indicate he’ll be with him shortly. He’s wearing red demon horns paired with white angel wings. Remus and Sirius had intended to throw costumes together too, but they’d gotten too busy sucking each other off and then having a nice nap after Remus railed Sirius into their mattress.

Remus nods back, and turns to Sirius, whose chin is propped in his hand. They’ve been married for a week, and seeing the delicately etched wedding band on Sirius’s finger, identical to his own, makes Remus’s heart swell.

Sirius’s gaze is mischief, and his lips are quirked in a half-smile. Remus wants to kiss them. But it's not that kind of place.

"If I had a husband who looks like you," Sirius quips, "I'd get jealous too."

Remus can't think of a good comeback, so he puts his hand on Sirius's cheek and pushes his face away, laughing. "You're a menace."

"But you love me."

"God help me, I do."

Sirius straightens with a grin and tilts his head, stretching his neck. There's a still-healing mark there from a Death Eater’s curse. It had shot straight through him and he'd been a heap on the ground before he'd even known he'd been hit. It had been the most terrifying moment of Remus's life.

"I need the gents'," Sirius says. "Be right back.” He squeezes behind Remus, and as he passes, he draws one hand across Remus's lower back, then drops it for a tiny slap on his arse. Because the room is packed, they can get away with it.

Or so Remus thinks. While his eyes trace Sirius's retreating form, a presence slides in next to him, filling the space Sirius left. When Remus turns, a stranger’s eyes are on him.

The man is a few years older, tall, with a patchy, scruffy beard and hazy eyes. When he plants his elbow on the bar and waves a hand at Remus, he sways a little, and Remus knows he’s drunk.

“So,” the man says, motioning in Sirius’s direction. “You two queer?”

Remus feels all the blood drain from his face and turns to look straight ahead. He clears his throat and swallows.

“Hey. I asked you a question.”

A surge of adrenaline floods Remus’s limbs, the same fight or flight reflex he’d felt so many times during the war.

“Yes, a very rude one,” Remus says, still not looking at the man. He’s afraid of what he might see in his eyes if he does.

Thankfully, the bartender picks that moment to make his way to Remus. “Sorry for the wait. What’ll you have?”

“Two pints, please. Whatever’s on tap.”

The bartender walks away and Remus takes a breath, fisting his hands on top of the bar. The man’s penetrating gaze scorches the side of his face.

“You’ve got some balls, I’ll give you that.”

Remus clenches his jaw. “Meaning?”

“These. In public?” The man reaches over and taps one fingernail against Remus’s wedding ring. When his touch grazes Remus’s wrist, Remus thinks he might be sick. “What’s it like?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said … what’s it like?” The man lowers his voice and leans in. “Getting fucked in the arse? Fucking someone else in the arse?” Remus’s stomach contracts and turns over. “Does it feel like pussy?”

A heavy weight lands on Remus’s shoulder and he jerks in surprise, instinctively reaching for his wand before he remembers the war is over. The weight is Sirius’s hand.

“Everything okay?” Sirius asks. His voice is light but his eyes are shrewd and cold.

Remus gives him a tight smile. “Fine.”

Sirius’s eyes are on their neighbor. He doesn’t move his hand from Remus’s shoulder.

“Was this man bothering you?”

“It’s fine,” Remus replies quietly. “He’s drunk.”

Remus sees the man register Sirius’s muscle mass with a single sweep of his eyes. He raises his hands as if in surrender. “Hey, mate, I didn’t mean anything. Just curious, you know?” He points at Remus. “What’s it like to fuck him? Is his hole nice and tight?”

Sirius has the man by the collar before Remus even realizes he’s moved. “Because you’re drunk,” Sirius growls, “I’m going to give you thirty seconds to walk away before I knock those crooked teeth out of your goddamn face.”

A few patrons around them shriek in surprise. James has materialized at Sirius’s side, and puts his hands on him, trying to ease his grip loose.

“Hey!” says the bartender sharply, and Remus knows they’re about to get kicked out. He chances a glance across the room at Lily. She’s watching the whole exchange with wide eyes.

“It’s all right, mate,” James tells the bartender. “We’ll leave.”

“No,” he answers, pointing a bar rag at the man still held in Sirius’s grip. “You. Get out of here.” James manages to break Sirius’s hold and pulls him away.

“Oh come on now,” the man drawls, “I didn’t mean to start nothing.”

“You never do anything in here but cause trouble. Leave. And don’t come back.”

The man shakes his head and laughs, scratching at his beard. “All right, whatever.” Seconds later, he’s gone.

Remus lets out a heavy breath, and feels like his heart has started beating again.

“Sorry about him,” the bartender says. He pushes two beers across the bar at Remus. “These are on the house.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #moony x padfoot #wolfstar fic #sirius black #sirius x lupin #siriusxremus #padfoot x moony #padfoot #the marauders

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 7 months

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2023.10.16

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Bad Press by @my-castles-crumbling [T, 1k]

►In which Harry and Draco finally tell the public about their relationship.

2. Ensnared by @jtimu [E, 2k]

►Draco keeps a Devil's Snare in the greenhouse. Harry doesn't mind.

3. Jungle Magic by JustOnePenny [T, 13k]

►Harry gets stuck playing bodyguard to Draco, who's studying potions ingredients on the far side of the world. Can they tough it out without killing each other?

4. The Peace Within the Feud by musicneverdies1702 [G, 2k]

►In a universe where Remus Lupin helped to clear Sirius' name immediately after that disastrous Halloween night, the duo happily raise Harry together. A simple family trip to Diagon Alley prompts the forming of an unlikely friendship, and all because Sirius can't keep his mouth shut.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Death is Not Fit to House a Love by Anonymous [E, 20k]

►If Harry is going to kill Malfoy, he has to do it with his whole heart. Not some half-arsed killing curse. And not when his dagger quivers at the thought of slashing Malfoy’s neck. ★ Harry/Draco Career Fair 2023 | @hd-fan-fair

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2023 #2023.10

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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Horror movie night (Zosan X reader)

Plot: You decide to set up a horror movie night for the crew to celebrate Halloween but first you need to know what everyone likes.

All Straw hats, Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Warning: Spooky stuff, violence, Bad language, Horror movies talk.

You love all things Halloween but didn't show it too often. This year you wanted to try something fun and have a Horror movie night for you and the crew to enjoy the spookiness of Halloween. Of course asking Usopp and Franky for help setting things up, laid out on the grass deck underneath the night sky, you all set up a big screen with a snail projector, Pillows, blankets, popcorn and drinks. Some of the crew where more exited than others especially since you've been asking them questions all day in order to find the right movie for everyone. Usopp and Chopper weren't sure about joining at first since the movie's you like scare them the most but you didn't want to be too cruel so ruled out a bunch of movies before even talking to anyone. You picked the perfect movie, it was your all time favorite and it wasn't too scary in your opinion but there was one scene that no matter how many times you watched it you couldn't look at the screen when it came on. The boat and the head always creeps you out.

---------- Hours before

Sitting at the dinner table with everyone for breakfast you'd just finished sharing your idea of a horror movie night. Luffy pops up with a cheer "Heck yes... lets do it" He yells out Usopp and Choppers jaws on the floor "WHAT?" they both yell in unison hoping their captain was going to disagree with you, Luffy just wipes his nose with a big smile and a laugh "I think it sounds like a good idea. i'm more than happy to help Y/N" Robin smiles taking your hand in hers, she loves spooky stuff but none of the others will read or watch the things she likes. "As long as you dont put on anything too scary love" Sanji hopes you'll be kind to them. "We'll i plan on asking you all questions so i can pick something thats for everyone" you state seeming to calm down Usopp and Chopper "So it's not going to be too scary?" The doctor asks and a smile appears when you nod "I'll try my best"

You spent all day talking with the crew starting with robin who stayed at the table with you while Zoro and Sanji washed up and everyone else had left to do their own thing. "We'll you already know the things i like" Robin laughs a little but you just shrugged "Yea i do but hearing it again wouldn't be a bad thing. Plus there has to be something you don't like in horror" Robin places a finger on her chin and takes a moment to think "We'll there is one series of movies i can't watch, I'm normal ok with cannibal stuff but Wrong turn just makes my skin crawl" You nod with a small laugh " Luckily those movies are already on the, do not watch list" The black haired woman nods and leans in so the two boys don't hear her "But i love the Saw series" Your not surprised by her answer but what you are surprised about is the fact she whispered it "There's nothing bad with liking those films" you whisper back hoping for answers "Their just torture movies with half-arsed plots" Raising an eyebrow at her before starting to laugh Robin trying to shush you "Sorry. i won't say anything dont worry"

After Robin leaves you sit on the kitchen counter opposite the two boys who are still washing dishes " So i guess it's our turn?" Sanji asks drying a plate and putting it down before turning to face you, he doesn't seem too happy about all this "It's gonna be fun i promise. Cuddling up together watching a movie with popcorn and drinks." Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at your words and put his towel down walking over to you "Yea a Horror movie" he traps you by placing his arms on either side of you on the counter "Arrr Sanji, honey bunny, If you get scared you use me as a pillow to hide your face in" At those words Sanji's face went red and a little bit of blood ran down his nose. Finishing the dishes Zoro walks over and places a tissue under the cooks nose who gladly take it to wipe up the blood. "It's not going to be that bad, anything with fighting in it I'll watch" Zoro leans on the counter next to you with a cocky smile "Of course you like anything with fighting in it, How about a bit of romance?" Sanji adds throwing the tissue in the bin before returning to you "Oh please Romance has no place in a horror movie" The swords man signs rolling his eyes "We'll you clearly haven't seen Warm Bodies, A zombie's heart beating again all for love" Sanji almost tears up at the thought of it only for Zoro to let out a laugh "Sure cook, super romantic" You laugh at the two and shake your head "We'll there are horror movies who have bad-ass couples in them"

Both boys look at you then to each other "Like?" both say at the same time "A Quiet place and Zombieland are the main ones" Both boys seem to not at this coming to come kind of agreement "Well i'm sure what ever you pick will be great baby" Zoro says leaning over ans kissing your cheek but you move, so she kisses your lips instead. He chuckles at you a little and pulls you into him your legs around his waist as he holds you off the ground "You're being cheeky" He states as Sanji walks over and holds Zoro from behind "So if it ends up being scary can i use both of you as my pillows? Cause if so.." Sanji's lips land on Zoro neck kissing it and biting it slightly "Anything for you" You whisper leaning into Zoro who nods in response crashing his lips onto yours letting out a moan when Sanji bites just the right spot.

(NSFW link Minors DO NOT read)

Standing on the deck of the sunny you manage to get Usopp and Nami's attention walking over to them "So i guess it's our turn" Nami smiles while usopp gulps looking at you in slight fear "No need to be scared" you smile placing a hand on the snipers shoulder "So why dont you tell me what you can handle" you ask hoping it will settle Usopp's fears "Well B movies aren't that bad and some creature movies are ok" he signs as the navigator giggles "So much for the fearless usopp". The sniper gives Nami a hard glare telling her to shut up "So Nami what about you?" you ask braking the two of them up, Nami thinks for a moment before shrugging "Honestly i dont really watch Horror movies so i don't know. i remember watching one when i was younger but i didn't watch all of it, found it boring to be honest" She shrugs making you wonder what movie she watched, as if the navigator could hear your thoughts she answers you unspoken question "I Think it was called Blare witch" The answer shocked you, it was on your list to show but now you should rule it out "Well found footage films aren't for everyone" The navigator nods as Usopp looks at her in confusion "But it's a classic, evil witches, deep woods, scary noises" he adds trying to go on before Nami rolls her eyes and stops him "No... those two guys just wanted to kill her" You nod agreeing with her, its one of the theories about the movie you believe in.

Almost an hour of taking about blare witch later you headed off to the head of the sunny finding Luffy sitting watching the clear water and sky "Hay captain" you called out with a wave and a smile "Hay Y/N" Luffy smiles jumping off Sunny's head and landing in front of you on the deck. "Im glad you came up with a movie night, it's going to be so fun" Your captain laughs fixing his hat onto his head "Thanks captain i'm happy almost everyone is ok with this. So are there any movies you really like?" you ask unsure if Luffy your bubbly, happy-go-lucky captain actually likes Horror "When i was little Ace and Sabo used to make me watch Horror all the time. It scared me a lot but i wanted to act tough around them so watched them all." he laughed remembering his lot brother placing a hand on his marked chest. Giving him a sad smile you place your hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him "Im sorry Luffy... Is there a movie Ace used to love?" you ask wondering if watching it will make your captain happy. Luffy smiles at you and pats your head "He loved anything to do with the water and pirates. I grew to love those movies too, but we never had a favorite, it's hard to chose with how many are out there" Nodding you had a good picture in your head of what movie to chose but you still had Brook, Franky and Chopper to ask "Awesome. Thanks captain. I'll see you later tonight" you wave as you leave, Luffy happily waving back before going back onto the head of the sunny.

Knocking on the door to the medical room a small voice answered giving you permission to come in, Stepping in Chopper swizzled in his seat at his desk to face you a concerned look on his face "Are you hurt Y/N?" he asks about to get off his chair but you stopped him patting his head "No i'm fine, Just wanted to talk about the movie night" you state seeming to calm the reindeer down "Oh, well i'm not sure, i'm a little scared" Leaning against the doctor's desk you can't help but feel sorry for him "I'll try my best to not make it to scary. Have you ever watched a horror movie before?" you ask watching him shake his head "No, i did walk in on Kureha watching one once. It didn't look fun, but she seemed to like it" You think for a moment tapping your foot on the hard wood floor "Ok... well how about i threw in a little bit of comedy?" you ask making the doctor smile "Oh ok... i guess that would be ok" Chopper jumps up on his seat with a smile making you giggle "Also if you end up being too scared there will be pillows and blankets around you can hug and hide in. plus i'm sure the others will be happy to hold you" Chopper jumps into you give you a hug as you hold him in your arms "Thank you Y/N"

Heading bellow deck you manage to finally find Franky "There you are, both you and Brook are hard to find sometimes" you voice stops the cyborg from welding things together looking up at you with a laugh "Well you found me, help yourself" he gestures to a table on the other side of the room lined with Coal bottle, going back to his work after he sees you move towards it. Taking a bottle and sitting on a chair you pop the cap off and take a drink looking around the work room "What are you making?" you ask yelling over the sound of welding "Im making your projector screen. The old one was rusted" Franky yells before turning hand from a torch into his normal hand "There all done" He states standing it up and looking it over "Nice job" you smile giving him a small clap. The cyborg walks over and grabs a bottle taking the cap off and chugging it. "So have you picked a movie yet?" he asks throwing the empty bottle in a recycling bin. "I have three in mind but wanted to get yours and Brook's opinion before i decide". Franky nods sitting next to you in a larger chair "We'll i like anything with practical affects and the classics of course." Nodding you take another sip "I love the classics too, Halloween, The original Carrie, The thing" you answer with a smile. The two of you taking for almost another hour about the classics.

The aquarium bar was quiet as you stepped in finally spotting a figure laying in the long bench writing in a large book with a feather quill. "Brook, im sorry to interrupt" you speak getting the Skeletons attention "Y/N" he yells sitting up and patting the seat next to him "I'm just writing a new song but it can wait for you my dear". Laughing you sit take a seat next to him his arm going around the back of the chair behind you "So i'm guessing you're here to talk Horror movies" he asks placing his book and quill on the table giving you his full attention "Yes your the last person i need to talk too but it took me nearly all day to find you. where have you been?" you ask wondering how someone so tall could hide so well. Brook laughs out tilting his head back a little "Saved the best till last i see. Iv been all over the ship, we probably just missed each other so dont worry." You can feel his Ego grow as he speaks "Im guessing since you grew up with the likes of Dawn of the dead, Invasion of the body snatchers and the exorcist, plus being a musician you must like a good theme tune" The Skeleton nods patting you on the head "You have a good eye on you. I loved those movies but im much older than that, Y/N" You knew he was old but you didn't think he was older than those movies. "I was 13 when i sore my first horror movie it was creature from the black lagoon" Shock hit you at his words but you wanted to know more, you've never met anyone who has seen those movies form when they came out and now you needed to know more.

---------- Movie night

With the screen set up and the movie in the snail projector everyone sits down on a pillow with their blankets and drinks. Sitting at the back is Brook and Franky since their the tallest plus Franky new how to work the projector. Robin sat in front of Franky close enough to lean on him if she wanted while Nami sat next to her. Luffy dragged Usopp and Chopper to the front laying on their stomachs as not to block anyone view of the screen. On the same row as Robin and Nami at Sanji, you and Zoro. For the first time in a long time you were in the middle of the two boys since Sanji wanted to use you as his pillow. With Sanji's head resting on your chest and Zoro's chest pressed up against your back the movie started. That iconic theme tune started and before the title even came on Luffy cheered along with Brook knowing what movie it was "Nice pick Y/N" Luffy yelled giving you a thumbs up only for Nami to throw a spare pillow at him yelling at him to shut up. The title showed on screen Jaws. It had what everyone liked, Blood, Action, Romance, Creature feature, Practical affects, The ocean and a kick ass theme tune.

The crew seemed to love it, everyone finding something they liked about it, even Usopp and Chopper were enjoying themselves. Laughing at some parts and holding onto each other in others. Soon the scene you hate was coming up and with Sanji's head still on your chest you pressed your head behind his making him sit up and look at you "You ok?" he whispers catching Zoro's attention "Yea just can't watch this little bit" you say with a blush only for a hand to go over your eyes and a small laugh can be heard behind you "Don't worry baby, we've got you" you blush harder knowing Zoro is getting a kick out of seeing you scared "Im not scared its just gores" you whisper removing his hand from your face and shoving you head into Sanji's shoulder. The cook holds you close watching the screen as the scene comes on, seeing what you didn't want too his eyes widen and his head goes into your shoulder hiding his face. Zoro try's to hold in a laugh pulling you both close to him the others either gasping to hiding their face from the sight.

The rest of the night went well eating and Drinking watching the three men fight the shark. The whole crew cheered when the shark was defeated and some even gasped when seeing one of the guys they thought dead was actually alive. "That was awesome." Franky laughed finishing yet another bottle of coal "Yea i actually enjoyed that. Thank Y/N" Chopper smiles at you. You glad they all enjoyed tonight. You help put everything away and clean up before Zoro comes over and throws you over his shoulder "Hay put me down" you yell since he caught you off guard. "Come on, its time for bed" he smiles starting to walk with you seeing Sanji following "Thanks for letting me use you and my pillow my love. your very comfy" the cook comments lifting your chin up with his finger "Anytime honey" you smile with a slight blush letting the two take you to bed.

#polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #one piece #one piece headcanons #zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan x reader #one piece zosan #halloween #zoro x sanji x reader

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 11 months

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I love your Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius stories so much! I'm just so curious how they met. I feel like it either has to be the most random place ever - like a Costco or they met through mutual friends at a party. We all know how good they are for each other, but how did they meet, and who asked who on a date?!

HELLO this ask was sent ages ago but I got so genuinely fixated on the idea and wanted to make it perfect because holy fuck yes

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Remus had a plan for Dorcas and their girlfriend Marlene’s Halloween party. Namely, stick with Lily.

It lasted a good 5 minutes, until Lily spotted people she knew and somehow managed to disappear, because of course she did.

Remus wasn’t bad at talking to new people, pretty social on a good day; he was just high and bored, honestly, mostly just wanting to stand in the corner and observe. For the most part, everyone was pretty much the same, drinking and talking, a fair few people dancing. Remus stood and watched as people drifted over to the drinks table, almost everyone winding up with a drink in their hand.

Almost.

All apart from one guy who seemed wrapped up in his own world. He had his phone in his hand, and seemed to get progressively more irritated as he typed, until he finally tapped it aggressively and held it to his ear. Remus almost felt compelled to look around everyone, watching as the guy argued into the phone, running a stressed hand through his long black hair as he spoke, before crossing the room.

He was quite clearly headed directly for the corner Remus was stood in, probably looking for somewhere discreet to ‘talk’, and something in Remus knew they should move out of the way, but they didn’t want to. Whether it was him being much too nosy or not, he was pretty sure he was staying, as the guy almost walked directly into Remus, finally coming in earshot of them.

“Of all days to ‘work up the courage’ to tell me, fucking halloween? Never, in my entire bloody career, have I so desperately wanted to murder somebody! Christ!” He paused, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, seething breath. He seemed ready to say something slightly quieter, when his face shifted. Oh, the other line had really pissed him off. “No, it’s not nothing! It’s just half of my motherfucking findings! Right, you have to go into the lab. Now. Oh, I’m sorry, is that inconvenient for you? Here’s the thing, I don’t give one! I don’t care that it’s Halloween for you too! You’re the one who fucked everything up! If it’s not either fixed or perfectly recreated by Monday, you bet your arse you’re not welcome back in my bloody lab. Now I’m going to try and salvage the scraps of tonight, so get working!” He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up quickly, before leaning with his back against the wall and scrubbing his hands over his face with a sigh. Remus knew they shouldn’t speak, it would seem really weird, he shouldn’t-

“That didn’t sound good.”

Fuck.

He watched as the guy jumped a mile, finally noticing Remus. The moment Remus got to look at him, really look at him, Remus felt something in him shift.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

Now, Remus had gotten past the self-loathing part of their life, actually found himself liking his own face when he looked in the mirror, but this guy? Everything paled in comparison to him. If his black hair tumbling down to his shoulders and framing his face wasn’t enough, he had strong, warm silver eyes, an insanely defined jaw and full lips.

Lips that Remus really needed to stop staring at.

He had really come to the conclusion that he wasn’t one for instant attraction, and this guy had just swanned in and proved him wrong. It was like the universe was laughing in their face. They weren’t delusional, it had been a good while since he had found someone that attractive. Still, he was reasonably good at staying composed. It wasn’t like anybody could tell they were high, so clearly they were a pretty good actor.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t good at all.” The guy answered, offering Remus a small smile. “I just found out one of my newest hires accidentally grabbed a sample I’ve been working on for ages, thinking it was theirs, and now I’ve lost months of work.” He finished with a groan, turning away and letting his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Just blame Mercury.” Remus answered simply. When the guy looked at him blankly, Remus elaborated. “Mercury’s in retrograde?”

“I… have no clue what that means.” He answered, and Remus never thought he’d be endeared by someone not knowing astrology. They smiled, wanting more and more to know everything about him.

“Mercury’s backward motion really fucks with life.”

“Right, right.” Remus glanced at him, finally taking in his outfit. He was wearing black leather trousers and a tight black shirt. Remus frowned, confused.

“What are you supposed to be dressed as?” He asked. The guy turned to him.

“A dog?” He tried. “I had ears, but Marlene stole them.”

“Ah, I had a feeling you were Marlene’s friend. I went to school with Dorcas, so I figured I’d have met you before if you were Dorcas’.” Remus observed calmly, the guy watching them carefully.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Remus almost thanked every god on the spot for how straight to the point the dog man was.

“Remus. Remus Lupin. Yours?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Well, Sirius Black, I want to see your costume with the ears.” He answered.

“Yeah, yeah sure!” Sirius answered brightly. “Marlene’s gone awol, so I can send you a picture? What’s your number?”

Oh.

Smooth.

He was a smooth motherfucker, and Remus was pretty sure Sirius was going to be sticking around.

#THEM #Remus so casually bringing up Mercury’s retrograde #also seeing Sirius scream into a phone and going ‘that one. I want that one.’#they’re just so #UGH #hippie Remus x scientist Sirius #I love them so much they are my therapy #if anyone’s wondering Remus didn’t have a costume on he was wearing a long cardigan he crocheted himself #wolfstar #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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Ahem. Inbox trick or treating (am I doing this right?) here’s a pumpkin cranberry artisan loaf I made for the occasion, Happy Halloween, friend!! (If you wanna write a reciprocal microfic about Drarry getting freaky with dough I’d not object 😘)

Well. I believe, by the laws of Halloween, because you have given me something good to eat, you are now entitled to smell my feet. Thank you for this bread porn.

Pansexual in All the Wrong Ways

"Right, but what does it feel like?" Draco asked, peering down at Harry's laptop. Once again, he'd gotten into Harry's porn stash and was studying the straight videos. At least this time, he wasn't narrating it with his David Attenborough voice. He pinch-zoomed in on the massive cock half-buried in what was reportedly the man's step-sister. "I mean, it's got to feel different, right?"

It wasn't that Harry was shy about discussing his sexual history, or his attraction to female bodies. He just sucked at putting it into words.

"It's just... I dunno. Softer?" He tried to remember the exact feel of Ginny's arse in his hands. Or her breasts. "Kinda... doughy, I guess?"

Draco squinted at the screen. "Fascinating."

Harry thought about it too hard, got an erection, and Draco helped.

That weekend, Harry slept in until nearly noon. When he shuffled downstairs for coffee, Draco was puttering in the kitchen.

Well, not puttering. Oddly stationary, actually.

He looked over his shoulder at Harry, but didn't turn around or show his hands.

"You're up early," Draco said.

"Not really."

"Oh."

There was a long silence, and Draco didn't turn around.

"What're you making?" Harry asked.

"Uhm..." The back of Draco's neck was pink. "A mess, mostly."

"What are-" Harry came up beside him and stopped short.

Draco's hands were dough mitts. His dick had sticky bread dough glommed onto it. There was no small amount of it dried and cementing in his pubic hair.

"What the fuck are you-"

"And here we see," Draco said, in his wheezy old man Attenborough voice, "the young homosexual, in his habitat. The kitchen. He has tried, and failed, to mimic the males around him."

"Oh. My. God." Harry stared at him, at a loss.

"His curiosity, while natural, may be his downfall."

"I'm not eating that."

"And his mate, unimpressed by his offering, rejects him. So is the natural world, in all its brutality."

"Shut up. I'll make eggs."

And he did.

#happy halloween #dick or treat

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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today was a shit day so can you do a comfort platonic!marauders x fem! reader please? I really love your writing and it always cheers me up 💙

Fuck the party

platonic! marauders x fem! best friend! reader

Summary: After a terrible day y/n forgets about the halloween party later

Warnings: swearing, post-howarts, lil hurt/comfort, quick proofread

A/n: 0.8k words, slight hints of romance with Remus but thats just because I'm in love with him when i read it hehe, I hope you are feeling better now, big hugs and I hope you like it blue x

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It wasn’t anything specific, more of a combination of everything. A Murphy's law kind of day if you will and it resulted in you, now sitting on the couch and sniffling away. You hadn’t changed from your work clothes yet, the multiple coffee stains that painted your shirt were still a little wet but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. So you just sat, wiping the snot on your sleeve of your cardigan, eventually cringing at the amount and having to switch sides

“You should have seen his face!” your head shoots towards the door, recognising your friend's voice immediately “Darlin’ open up. I know it’s early but you gotta see our costumes” Sirius calls through the door, knocking away

Shit, you had forgotten about the party, you all had gotten tickets to it, the party to end all other parties, the biggest wizarding party of the year nigh decade

“One minute!” you say shakily, hoping the door muffles it, however you forget one of your best friends is a literal wolf

“You okay love?” he asks, half amused, half concerned, clearly unsure if your nerves are from doing something embarrassing/getting dressed, or if you’re actually upset

Heading to the mirror near the front door you delay your reply in order to wipe your tears but the puffiness is harder to wipe away and eventually you just sigh and open the front door

“Ta…doll?” James and Sirius were posing with Peter on the formers shoulder but their poses soften and drop the moment they see your shining cheeks,

Despite your sadness you still giggle a little at their costumes, in particular Pete the ratty parrot

“What happened” Remus steps forward first, taking your hand as you walk back into your flat, Sirius follows along behind while James gently places Peter down so he can shift back before following too

“Bad day” is all you say, sitting back down on your couch, back hunched as Remus takes a seat on your left and Sirius your right

“You need us to kick someone's arse?” James asks as he perches on the coffee table in front of you along with Peter, light amusement in his voice yet you know if you ever asked, that person was in for a world of pain

“Not this time” you let out a small giggle, looking up at your friends before giggling more at Peter “Are you in Pjs?” you wonder

His cheeks tint “In my defence I was planning on being a rat the whole night to avoid human interaction that wasn’t cuddles” he gives you a shrug and smile while James taps his head on the boys shoulder

“No defence needed. I wish I could do that too” you smile but it’s sombre, half hearted, and in all honestly you didn’t want to get off this couch let alone dress up and leave the flat to party

“Why can’t you?” James’ hand finds you knee, making you look at him to which you find a sweet smile playing on his lips

“The party” you remind him, like he isn’t dressed to the halloween version of the nines, like it didn’t take him hours to get ready for something he had been talking about for months

“Fuck the party” he shrugs with a laugh and you look at him wide eyed “Doll it’s just a party”

“But you were all so excited” you argue

“Yeah” Remus admits with a nod “But it was only exciting when all of us were going. It wouldn’t be the same without you love, we’d miss you” he assures, hand pushing back your baby hairs as he earns hums of agreement from the other boys

Your mouth parts, eyes glasses as you look around you, eyeing all four boys and finding the same understanding and love

“Aww darlin” Sirius leans forward, pinching his sleeve to gently wipe away your tears “It’s okay”

“Sorry” Remus feels the need to whisper, nervous his good intentioned statement upset you as he kisses your temple

“Don’t be” you shake your head, hand finding his “Just feel very lucky” you give them all a grateful smile

“Trust me we feel the same” Remus softly flicks his thumb over your cheek

“Right then” James stands up “I’ll head back to our flat and grab some pjs for the three of us” he motions towards himself, Remus and Sirius before turning to Peter “Wormtail you’re in charge of the pillow fort” he instructs to which Peter smiles so wide “Moony you get the snacks ready and those muggle movies...” Remus nods “and Pads you…” James starts but Sirius is already on it, shifting into a dog and nudging his nose into your arm in order to get cuddles which you happily accept, letting him lay across your lap, legs in the air as one of your arms holds him close and the other gives him a belly rub

“What should I do?” you ask a little dazed but feeling so much better with the knowledge your night will be spent watching cheesy horror movies with your friends

“Nothing love just sit and look pretty” Remus says nodding with James, Peter and Patfoot to which you shy away and grin like an idiot

Thank you for reading ♡

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