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bloodyquillink-blog · 3 months

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Sugar and Lemon, Chapter 4 “I See Your Sweetness”

A/N🪶: I already mentioned this when I initially posted the link to chapter 4 but most of the headcanons for each characters music taste (aside from Kick, I think) came from @mrshesh here on tumblr! Be sure to check out their page!!!

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 3.7K

Logan woke up. Despite the activity from yesterday, he was able to sleep peacefully. No dreams, but thankfully no nightmares either. He got out of bed to start the day.

He stood in front of a small candle that sat on his desk on a large clay plate. It was a typical beige color with a wooden wick. It smelled of petrichor- the smell before or after heavy rain that felt like safety, like his parents. Logan muttered a quiet apology for forgetting to light the candle the day prior. He pressed two fingers to his lips then pressed the fingers to his mom’s old necklace that lay around the perimeter of the clay plate the candle sat on. He heard anticipated footsteps in the hallway and moved to open his room door before returning to the candle at his desk.

Logan heard the footsteps enter his room as they joined him. David put a similar candle and clay plate beside Logan’s. Their father’s dog tags lay around the perimeter of his plate like their mom’s necklace. David handed a fresh match to Logan and pulled one for himself from the matchbox. Together, they struck the matches and lit the candles. David pinched his thumb and index finger to the lit match head while Logan blew his out.

The pair rested the extinguished matches on the plates in front of them and sat on the edge of Logan’s bed as the candles continued burning. The silence was peaceful. At some point, more footsteps sounded from outside the room. Merrick stood in the doorway, Keegan and Kick quietly appeared behind him. David handed the matchbox to Merrick as he picked out three sticks.

Merrick walked to the desk, using the lit candle of his captain to light the match rather than striking it. He extinguished the candle, placed it beside Elias Walker’s candle, then moved to stand beside the bed as Keegan and then Kick repeated his action. The group stayed silent for a minute in honor of their former leader and his long-departed wife. It had been four years since his death, only now had Logan been able to partake in this tradition. The team used this time to become closer to one another and remember their fallen. As such, they moved together and walked to a park not too far off from base. It was the same one Logan, David, Keegan and Riley had gone to.

They brought Riley and the ball once again. As he chased each of the men, they reminisced. David and Logan mentioned some moments from their shared childhood, like their mom nearly dropping the turkey the day of Thanksgiving. Thank the lord their dad had fast enough reflexes to save the turkey. However, the rug in their dining room suffered a splash of gravy. No matter how many times the family got the rug cleaned over the course of a year, the smell of gravy could be found if it was warm enough.

Merrick talked a bit about how he and Ajax met Keegan when he was just joining the Marines, still tall but much more lanky and awkward. Keegan then mentioned Kick’s hairstyles and how he went through a transformation from bowl cut to mullet to faux hawk and back to mullet when he got too lazy to cut it again before settling on a buzz cut like everyone else. Kick, in retaliation, talked about how Ajax had nearly thrown Keegan through a wall because Keegan was a couple steps away from getting his arm shot off.

“So that’s when Rusty, over here, learned to be responsible for his own life.” Kick finished.

“Do not bring back that nickname.” Keegan warned.

“It’s either that or the one we don’t speak of from boot camp.”

“Is this one I’ve heard?” Merrick asked.

“You remember when Keegan got into a fight with another recruit?”

“I had to pull him off of the poor kid, so yes.” Kick looked at Keegan, as though asking for permission. Keegan grit his teeth before speaking.

“Back in boot camp, this guy tried to convince everyone to start calling me ‘Pipsqueak’. Gary, I think. He had a lot of friends but when he tried to get the nickname out, his friends wouldn’t say it.”

“And then he tried changing it to ‘Pussycat Russ’.” Kick interjected.

“And you knocked out his tooth and I had to walk you away from the training field and Gary left boot camp not long after. Meanwhile, you got saddled with whatever training-related punishments we could think of,” Merrick turned to Logan before continuing, “And that, boys, is why the Sergeant does not have a nickname.”

“You don’t have one either.” Logan pointed out.

“Didn’t need one, people just called me Merrick. My dad, on the other hand, people called him ‘Bull’.” They continued talking about their families, bringing up nicknames and their origins, as they threw the ball around. Riley had been running towards Keegan, in hopes of catching the ball, until he stopped suddenly. Ears perked and alert, head turned in a very specific direction. While Merrick and Kick readied for trouble out of instinct, Keegan immediately went to hold the handle of Riley’s vest. David just sighed quietly and walked towards the bushes Riley stared at as he explained.

“The same thing happened last time we came here. Nothing except for a raccoon that Riley almost mangled.” He picked up a large stick and messed around with the bush until a cat ran out from behind. Riley zeroed in on the cat as it ran down a nearby bike trail. David called for Riley.

“Riley, sit!”

The dog reluctantly sat on his behind with a quiet whine. Keegan patted his side, scratched under his chin.

“Yeah, bud, I know. But those kinds of chew toys are too messy and probably belong to someone.” Riley whined again at Keegan. “Look, if there’s a squirrel or a raccoon on base again, maybe we’ll let you go at ‘em, okay?” Riley seemed to huff at that. David walked back over and the group continued throwing the ball around. Some civilians passed through the park. Two old men sat on the benches and watched Riley run around. He came by the men to sniff at and receive more attention than he was already getting from the Ghosts.

By the time 1100 rolled around, the group began their walk into town. It seemed a lot of people decided to be out and about today. It was comforting to Logan, in a sense. Probably because he had his brothers with him, and Riley. They’d protect him and he’d protect them, as always. He looked at everyone. Merrick and David talked up front, deep in conversation about how the world seemed so much brighter that day. Keegan and Kick talked about food options, they both seemed excited. The positive energy leaked onto Logan as they continued down sidewalks and across streets.

Soon, they reached your café and found a comfortable booth to fit them all with a little extra room underneath the table for Riley. Once again, soft jazz played over the speakers, just loud enough to be heard over the conversations of your customers without drowning said conversations out. Logan faced towards the counter where the registers were located. You weren’t there, not yet anyway. His attention returned to his comrades. On the table was a flyer to a music event that was apparently happening in a week. Some local bands would be playing across the way and the street your café was located on would be temporarily closed so people could perform and listen. They discussed their music preferences amongst one another.

“Dad listened to a lot of Korn when we were in high school. Sometimes, he’d drive us to school blasting it with the windows down and his sunglasses on.” David explained. “I think he got flipped off a couple times by other parents. Everyone else at school thought he was cool, but their parents hated him.”

“The teachers asked him one time if he could stop but I think he just changed to a different band that had more screaming.” Logan added.

“Pretty sure I heard him complaining about the teachers one time. He was asking for song recommendations.” Merrick shared.

“I would’ve told him to play Slipknot.” Keegan muttered. David smiled as Logan chimed in.

“I think he was the reason I listened to Deftones so much back then. Wouldn’t have found them without him.”

“I know he had a couple vinyls. We didn’t even have a record player!”

“The album art was cool, though.” David nodded and turned to Merrick.

“What about you, Merrick? Did you guys listen to stuff together?”

“Sometimes, if we even had access to anything. I prefer different stuff if I can choose.” He answered. Keegan smirked as he purred.

“You never like sharing any of your stuff.”

“If no one’s gonna appreciate it, there’s no point.”

“So who do you appreciate so much, then?” David raised his brow.

“Sold Soul, System Of A Down–”

“You think people don’t appreciate System Of A Down?”

“How many songs by System Of A Down do you know?” Merrick quizzed. The two went back and forth while Logan and Kick chuckled to each other. Keegan was stuck in the middle of the bickering once again. Logan nudged Kick.

“So what about you?” He asked.

“EDM type stuff. If you can hear it at a rave, I’ll listen to it.” Merrick’s head turned to Kick in the middle of his and David’s argument.

“You mean your computer music, right, Skrillex?” He snapped, David snorted. Kick glared at the captain.

“There’s so much more than Skrillex! You got Excision, Alan Walker, Illenium–”

“Look, no hate to ‘incision’, ‘Alan Watts’ and ‘millenium falcon’, but I guarantee there’s better genres out there.” David joked. This time Merrick snorted and even Keegan seemed to shake with what could have been giggles as Kick wrinkled his nose. A bigger argument, mostly consisting of whether Kick’s taste was “real music”, ensued. Logan zoned out when you came from a door that likely led to a kitchen. You carried a plateful of treats that filled the air with a familiar scent. Coffee, like when the two brothers first walked in two days ago. As you set down the plate for your coworker to take, you noticed him.

Logan saw the recognition as it appeared on your face. Your eyes widened slightly and you smiled wide, a small wave sent his way. He returned the wave with a grin. The conversation died in the background and he saw you wave to his friends as well. He turned to the table and saw Kick and David excitedly wave before getting back to talking. Merrick waved and Keegan nodded in your direction. He interrupted the ongoing discussion to get their orders before he walked up to you.

“Good to see you again, Logan.” You bit your lip slightly as you greeted him. Logan wasn’t nervous this time. Not in a negative way, at least. He was happy to see you again, but he still couldn’t talk. At least he could smile at you. It seemed to work, as you were practically beaming. You looked back at his table and reached under the counter. You showed him the same flyer. “I almost forgot, we’re having a music event next week. It’s gonna be right outside the café if you wanna come by. I don’t know if any of the music is stuff you’ll even like but if it’s not you can at least get some food! I’ll be working and hopefully getting some new customers while it’s going on.”

Logan thought about it. As he contemplated the pros and cons, he noticed the sound of his team had pretty much stopped. Logan turned to see all four of the men and Riley staring at him. Riley tilted his head while the rest of them nodded vigorously.

For fuck’s sake .

Logan turned back to you. Forgetting who he was talking to, he spoke.

“I’ll see you there.”

The smile that returned to your face could’ve blinded him, but he kept his eyes open to keep looking. This must’ve been how Icarus felt. You nodded your head as your cheeks flushed.

“Cool, cool.” You looked back at him. “Oh shit, you probably want food!” The blush on your face deepened as you scrambled around. Logan simply stared, a smirk pulling his lips up. You offered a pencil. “Sorry, I almost forgot– I know last time you were doing the, uh,” you pointed to the other side of the counter where Logan had ordered last time. “... Writing. I didn’t know if you wanted to do that again or…” You cut yourself short, scratching the back of your neck. With your happiness and a new confidence, Logan smiled and shook his head lightly.

“I can order without it, but thank you.” You immediately put the pencil down. He told you the orders as you plugged them into the register, face still red. After he paid, you wrote down a couple notes and stuffed them in your pocket.

“Alrighty, I’ll get that set up for you guys.” Logan sat down with his team as they stared at him, wide grins on all of their faces. Even Riley was looking back towards him from his spot on the ground. Logan bit his lip hard in a failed attempt to hide how happy he was.

“Where was all that confidence the other day?” David asked. Logan could only shrug. Honestly, he didn’t know either. Keegan piped up.

“You have a date next week it seems.” This might’ve been the longest Keegan had a smile on his typically grim face. Logan’s cheeks hurt.

“It’s– it’s not a date,” he stuttered. Now he was blushing. “Plus you guys are coming with.”

“We’re going for the music, you’re going so you can finish your little love story and make out in front of the fireworks.” Kick’s voice was just barely sarcastic, enough for Logan to tell he was joking. For the most part, anyway.

“I doubt they’d have fireworks.” David retorted.

“I’d like it if they didn’t.” Keegan added. Kick rolled his eyes at the comment.

“Well, they have to have something bright and interesting. It’s not fun without bright lights.”

“Did you learn that from all the raves you went to?”

“Yes.”

“Did anyone wind up having a seizure?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. Unless you have epilepsy, a rave is something everyone should experience at least once.”

“Yes, and we can listen to your favorite Skrillex noises and shit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry ‘Sergeant Sweetheart’, I’ll be sure to put on some super edgy and dark metal so you feel nice and cozy in your corner.” Keegan’s nose crinkled at that. His face alone let everyone know he was reminding himself he was amongst civilians and tackling Kick wasn’t socially acceptable unless they’d be getting paid for it. Keegan opened his mouth to say something but one of your coworkers appeared with a tray holding their meals. Whatever words were on his tongue were replaced by a quiet “thank you”. They mostly ate in silence aside from occasionally sharing their musical preferences and looking over the flyer again.

“You can’t honestly tell me you listen to classical music and expect me to believe that.”

“It helps me focus if I’m doing work and helps me sleep.”

“I’m sure Mozart would appreciate that.”

“Probably not, his stuff is too energetic.”

“Then who would you listen to?

“Alexandre Desplat, Hans Zimmer–”

“I thought Hans Zimmer did movie soundtracks.”

“They both do, but it’s still classical.”

“So you go to bed listening to the Batman soundtrack.”

“The Interstellar soundtrack is better for working. I’d listen to the Batman soundtrack if I was working out. If I’m trying to sleep then I’d go with Art Tatum or just find something on YouTube.”

As Kick and Keegan continued to go back and forth, Logan saw you walk from where the presumable kitchen was. You slid open the door to the display case and organized a tray of the largest cinnamon rolls that must’ve existed at that point in time. He could smell the sweet cinnamon as it wafted throughout the area. Merrick took a deep breath and moved to get up.

“Alright, I’m hungry again.”

“You’re always hungry.” David muttered as Merrick made his way to the register.

“I might get some dessert too. They have bread pudding.” Kick made his way up behind Merrick, eyes settled on the display for other treats. Kick turned to the table, “They have oreo cheesecake!” He whisper-yelled with exaggerated excitement. With that, David got up.

“Wanna share?” He asked, Logan nodded. “Keegan, what about you?” Keegan shook his head and scooted over beside Logan, leaning in.

“You should really talk to them before we leave.” He whispered.

“I will.” Logan whispered.

“Maybe get their number.”

“I don’t know if I should do that now. Maybe before the music show?”

“Oh, that way you have a reason to see them before then. Good idea!”

“That’s not what I mea–”

“Move aside, kid. I need all the space I can get for this thing.” As Merrick settled in, he placed his plate on the table while Logan and Keegan stared at the monstrosity of a cinnamon roll that sat upon it. As David and Kick returned with their own desserts, Keegan and Logan turned their attention to you as you walked past.

“I should mention, since I started serving those cinnamon rolls, I have never seen anyone finish the whole thing in one sitting. They always end up needing a to-go box.” You explained.

“Is that a challenge?” Merrick asked, jokingly. At that, you paused and put your hand on your chin like you were thinking hard.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Everyone chuckles at that. “But in all seriousness, if you need a box, I’ll get you one. Just lemme know!” You smile once more and walk off. David had gotten a hefty slice of the cheesecake, handing Logan a fork as they both dug in. Kick had gotten bread pudding with a scoop whip cream. After 2 minutes of Keegan silently staring at the dish, Kick wordlessly scooped a bit of the dessert onto his spoon with a bit of the cream and held it just in front of Keegan’s face. Keegan just stared in mild annoyance before he grabbed the spoon and ate the offering. He didn’t give the spoon back. Kick, without a hint of irritation, smoothly pulled a second spoon out from his sleeve and continued eating.

Merrick successfully finished the cinnamon. You laughed when he came up to return the now empty plate.

“First time for everything, I guess. This calls for a free dessert next time you come here.”

“If you give me another reason to come here, I won't be able to run again.”

“Oh, sorry… Make that two desserts then.” Merrick rolled his eyes at you with a grin. He thanked you and waited for the others. As the others returned their dishware and waited by the front door, Logan came up to you with Riley at his side. As he was about to say goodbye, Riley stood on his hind legs suddenly and began sniffing the countertop. He whined a bit at you two, looking back and forth between your adoring and his confused, and embarrassed, expressions. Riley continued to whine and went as far as to put his paws on the countertop. Your coworker rushed to your side of the counter and began digging around the underside of it for something Logan couldn’t see.

“Sorry! I brought dog biscuits because so many people have been out with their pets lately. He must be smelling them.” They said as they held a jar, and an open one at that, of small bone-shaped treats. Riley sat in place, staring at the jar as the coworker angled the opening towards Logan. “Does he like biscuits?” He nodded and took two from the jar before he waved David over. Riley’s tail loudly slapped against the floor as it wagged.

Logan held up the first treat and Riley stilled, eyes locked on the prize. Logan tossed it in the air and Riley quickly shifted his torso and maw up as he stood on his hind legs, catching the biscuit. It was devoured within seconds. David whistled to get the dog’s attention. Riley walked to stand in front of David, paws almost touching the toes of the man’s boots. David carefully placed the treat on Riley’s muzzle and waited as Riley’s eyes kept going from the treat to David, waiting for the command.

“Okay, go ahead, bud.” David waved his hand and Riley moved his head so fast the treat may as well have vanished into thin air, if not for the soft crunching noise. You and your coworker smiled as the pair walked back towards the door.

“What’s his name, anyway?” You asked. “Your dog, I mean.” Logan chuckled.

“Riley.”

“Well, we’ll make sure to have more treats for him if he comes by again.”

“I’ll make sure I–” Logan quickly corrected himself. “ We come by with him again.” Your grin slowly widened.

“I’m sure he’d like that.” You looked to the door at the rest of the group. “I’ll see you later, Logan.” You chewed slightly on your bottom lip to try to hide your happiness. It wasn’t working but it was cute. Logan could only nod in response as he stepped back and walked out of your cafe with his team.

As they walked past the large window located beside the entrance, he glanced in and saw the wide smile you had once again as you excitedly chattered with your coworker. Internally, Logan hoped you were talking about him. He quietly sighed to himself as the group walked home. During the walk, the conversation began with discussion about the food and whether or not you’d be open to catering any upcoming events on base before it shifted to Logan’s flirting skills. He was flustered all over again thinking about everything he had said. It only got worse when he thought about how you seemed to enjoy what he said.

Once again, he was walking away from your café smiling to himself, thinking of you as his face turned pink.

#cod logan walker #logan walker cod #logan walker x reader #logan walker x m!reader #logan walker x f!reader #sugar and lemon #quill writes #logan walker

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silverware-is-interesting · 1 month

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Some album covers but i redrew it with one of my ocs instead of the person

do YOU want to see more of this character? well! they're my current favourite oc so that's (probably) not a problem! look under the cut for a drawing with the actual colours & ref, since i feel like sharing

yeah, im sooo great at keeping the stripes the same size, i know

#silverware's art #silverware's ocs #silverware's collection - queil #silverware's collection - quill #(quill's the blue one in the tv girl cover)#lemon demon #will wood #tv girl #that handsome devil #casanova #i guess that's how i should tag this???#unrelated. but #it's 5:45am when this is posted!! :D i should sleep!!

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iwouldfuckdarkiplier · 2 years

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oh, to, be damien’s cute little trophy husband who brings him homemade lunches and fucks him in his office.

-🪶 (is quill taken?)

#anonymous #🪶 anon #Quill Anon #Mod A #Mayor Damien #WKM Damien #WKM The Mayor #Damien/Reader #Damien x Reader #lemon

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autismcreature7 · 6 months

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Cringetober days 24-26

B@/ck +0 p0$+!ng cr!ng3+0b3r$! F0r +43 M1P 0n3, ! dr3w m7 c0mf0r+ c4@/r@/c+3r$ @/$ p0n!3$, @ $3r!@/1 k!113r, @ b!b1!c@/1 c4@/r@/c+3r, @/nd @ $cr3@/m!ng 13m0n. +ru17 gr3@/+ c0mf0r+ c4@/r@/c+3r$. @/1$0 4um@/n J@/k3!

translation: Back to posting Cringetobers! For the MLP one, I drew my comfort characters as ponies, a serial killer, a biblical character, and a screaming lemon. Truly great comfort characters. Also human Jake!

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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Karrde's Fandom Friday Rec #3

This week, I have to include Until the Stars Burn Out by @rowansparrow. I love everything Ro writes, but this fic in particular (for reasons I won't go into because they're spoilers for some of Ro's other stuff) was WONDERFUL to read. It's lovely, it's smutty, it includes my favorite ARC trooper and perhaps my favorite OC of Ro's (they have many wonderful ones, so it is a tough call, but Quill is just great). Quill and Fives are fantastic together, and one thing I've loved is seeing how their affections and love for each other manifests throughout Ro's fics. And then TO MAKE IT SMUTTY AND INCLUDE READER????

Ro, beloved, you spoil us.

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #arc trooper fives #OC Quill #fives x reader #fives x you #fives x oc #reader x oc #lemon #lemony lemon #nsft #OC Athena

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reikaniichan · 1 year

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🌸

feat. small quill and small tuss

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

lemon clover / common yellow woodsorrel! they're tiny and have heart shaped leafs!!

#ask response #got the pic from wictionary #lemon clover #tuss ls #tussock ls #quillwort ls #quill ls #pelswitcher #pelswitchers are by pelmandna #the amount of dupe characters is only increasing bc my tags are being fucky #not all of my tags are showing up properly when i got to type them ajksxls #digital doodle #reikanocs #reikan art #not new art

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edandstede · 2 years

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making garlic butter chicken and roasties for me and my bf whilst boogying round the kitchen to the ofmd score, there’s also jelly and ice cream for dessert and the sun is shining. happy sunday <3

#food cw #food mention #i love cooking for my darling #ooh btw abt the soundtrack #be a lighthouse is my fav #as well as joel’s songs #also. for anyone curious #the chicken seasoning is garlic lemon thyme and oregano #the roasties are a homemade fav cooked in olive oil #and there’s carrots and red onion too. roasted and sweet and gorgeous <3 #hehehe #quill to paper #personal

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.

Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.

His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.

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Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.

Magic.

They were ghosts made of magic.

His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.

He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.

Quite different, from his own entrance.

He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.

The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.

“Hello. I’m Phantom.”

“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”

“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.

“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.

The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Of course.”

——

Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.

Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.

Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.

(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)

(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)

The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)

——

The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.

She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.

And… she’s using it to study.

She reminds him of Jazz.

——

A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.

“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.

Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.

“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.

Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”

Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.

“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.

“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.

——

“Hey, Danny?”

“What, Harry?”

“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”

“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.

“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”

“Like you?”

Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”

#danny phantom #harry potter #no I don’t like j.k. Rowling nor do I support her views #Danny is sad ghost boi in Hogwarts #he’s got a magical core now but through like adaptation and osmosis or some shit #magic simply doesn’t work on him bc he’s a ghost adjacent #Danny is the mom friend #you wouldn’t think so but he is #totally an enabler but also a mom #Hermione being Clockwork’s fav

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badbcatha · 5 months

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Art by my request by @lem_lemon_ka on Twitter.

#richard rider #rich rider #nova #nova corps #peter quill #star lord #starnova #riderquill #marvel #comics #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #fanart #lem lemon ka

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 11 months

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Prelude to a Pounding | 18+ Minors DNI

minors dni this is for ADULTS ONLY, so if you’re not 18+ gtfo.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is porn.

Word count: 1556

A/N: Yeah, um...so this is my first time writing smutty smut. I'm just gonna leave this here.

“Dittany?” Regulus says, peeking up from the parchment he was reading off of.

“Yep.”

“Horklump juice?”

“Enough to last for the next month.”

“Fluxweed?”

“Stems, trimmed.”

“Knotgross Sprigs”

“Check.”

“Peppermint?”

“Check.”

“Lemon juice?”

“Check.”

“Lavender?”

“Check.”

“Elderflower”

“Leaves and flowers. Check.”

Regulus winces, dropping his quill to the counter and gripping at his left forearm.

You frown. “Wiggenweld still not helping?”

“Nothing is,” Regulus says, defeat evident in his tone. He places his palm over the mark in an attempt to soothe it. He dares to give into feeling bad for himself.

You sit down next to him and commiserate for a moment. Then you grab his aching forearm and brings it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the Dark Mark like one would their lover’s hand.

“Why don’t you ever tell me when you’re hurting?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he just looks at you with that same sullen expression he’s been wearing for the past couple of months since he received the mark. You cradle his face with your hands, kissing his right cheek, then his left, and finally his lips.

You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, the both of you sitting in silence for a while, with only the sounds of the wind rustling the trees outside, the voice on the wireless saying to expect thunderstorms for the rest of the week.

Your eyes light up with an epiphany. “We could try a mint poultice! Hasn’t failed me yet.”

Regulus laughs. It comes out more as a huff. It’s good to see him smile. He never does these days.

“I’ll have to go pick more leaves though,” you say, your eyes on a sealed jar filled with water. The liquid had turned a faint shade of green from the herb you usually kept in it. You move to get up but regulus pulls you backward by your hips, spinning you around to face him once more.

“Not so fast, my little forager.” He can’t take his eyes away from your lips. He pulls you to him. You accept the invitation, straddling his lap and meeting his lips once again. It doesn’t take long for his neediness to take over. He captures your lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

You manage to pull away from his lovely lips. “We can’t—your arm.” Regulus simply pulls you back to him for more. You don’t retaliate. He hungrily pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands wandering from your chest, down your back and then finally running across your ass.

Regulus’ mouth is on your neck in no time, licking, biting, and sucking at your sensitive spot. You moan and take a handful of his hair, pulling at the strands. He loved that. Regulus gripped your ass fervently, causing you to grind into him. He continues his assault on your neck before going lower, unbuttoning the oversized shirt you had on.

He frowns. “Take that off,” he says impatiently in reference to your bra.

His hands stroke across your breasts. He squeezes them, pinches your nipples lightly before bringing his mouth to them. He runs his tongue in slow circles around your areola before sucking your nipple into his mouth and letting out a moan that quite honestly should be illegal. He stares up at you, worshipping you. He hasn’t stopped grinding into you.

You wiggle around in his lap for a moment trying to give some relief to your swollen clit. Your hand travels down and under his waistband, stroking him from his balls up to the tip, which elicits the desired effect. He unlatches from your tit to moan some more. His eyebrows knit together and he bites his lip.

“Fuck, feels good,” Regulus says.

“Yeah?” you say as you play with the precum dribbling down his cock, teasing the head and working up and down the shaft.

“Love the way you make me feel. Always taking care of me.” Your grip tightens on his cock and his raven locks.

“Then let me. “I want you,” you say, rubbing your clothed lower half over his.

You yelp and giggle slightly as Regulus stands up, your head only a few inches from the low ceiling. He sets you down into the seat, helping you strip down to your panties. Regulus gets down on his knees and pushes your legs back. He licks his lips at the sight of the rather large wet spot on your clothed cunt.

He starts from your knee, working his way down your inner thigh, kissing and licking, alternating sides, just being the tease that he is, before finally placing an open-mouthed kiss where you want it most. You can feel his hot breath through the fabric, and you attempt to grind against him, but he pulls back before you can. You lift your hips so he can finish pulling off your knickers.

He licks up the string of wetness that the fabric threatens to take with it.

“So fucking wet for me, love.” He licks lightly up and down both sides of your lips, grabbing hold of your hips as he does so, earning your sounds. Regulus gets into a rhythm laving his tongue against you as you grind into his face, letting yourself relax into his grip and allowing the pleasure to flow through you. Then he pulls your clit between his lips, sucking it. Your hand immediate finds his hair once more. The lewd, wet, suckling sounds that now permeated the air only turned you on even more.

He doesn’t stop, and you fear you might climax already, not ready for his ministrations to end just yet. He goes back to licking you, up and down, in circles, fucking you with his tongue. He ate your pussy like it was his last meal on this sweet earth. Oh, how he loved tasting you. Your juices ran onto his tongue and down his chin as he continued alternating between circling your clit and sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance.

“Fuck, Reg.”

You weren’t ready for what came next.

Regulus resumed his earlier assault on your clit, massaging his lips and tongue around. Back and forth, back and forth. An intoxicating rhythm that had you moaning curses and something that sounded like his name. Then he inserted two of his fingers. They glided in effortlessly and curled perfectly up against that spongy spot inside you. You always preferred him fingering you than you doing it yourself. His fingers were longer, thicker. His lips sucked at you while his fingers probed that spot that had you screaming and shoving his head into you.

“Cum for me.”

You hadn’t realized he’d been stroking himself this whole time, working himself up along with you. You could feel the still fairly-new feeling of liquid building up inside of you, almost like you had to pee. You tense around his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling,” he coaxed.

You let out a chorus of moans more akin to an incantation than exclamations of pleasure as you let go. As your body spasms, Regulus keeps stroking his fingers inside you, his hot breath fanning onto your cunt as he watches you come undone. Warm liquid squirts onto his face and down onto his shirt, which only provokes him further. He laps at your pussy, drinking you in, and praising you how you like.

“Yes, my love.”

“Squirt all over me.”

“Feel good for me, baby.”

As you come down, Regulus lets out a guttural moan and quickly gets back to his feet, towering over you as he jerks his swollen, pink cock. You don’t miss the way his balls draw up.

“Yes, Reggie cum for me. I want all of it.”

His eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck,” he says, hunching forward and dragging his hand rapidly up and down his spasming cock shooting rope after rope of thick, white cum onto you. It lands just about everywhere, your hair, your lips, breasts, stomach.

As he comes back to reality, he settles back against the counter, his hands landing atop some of their herbs, the pain from his Dark Mark long forgotten, at least for now. He lets out a long breath and takes his eyes over your spent, cum-covered body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says. You would try and say something witty, but you can barely think straight. The two of you share a chuckle at the thought of what you’ve just subjected the potions storeroom to. “C’mere” Regulus says. You get up slowly, checking that you can still stand. “Oh, come on, I haven’t even fucked you yet, darling. Your legs are fine,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist. “D’you enjoy that?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder. You open your eyes to the herbs trapped under the Regulus’ hands.

“My elderflower leaves!” you yell, wiggling out of his embrace and taking his hand away from the countertop. Regulus just taunts you, earning himself a slap to the arm. “I have to go get the mint before it gets dark out,” you say, a hint of panic detectable in your voice.

“Love, I think I’ll survive a few more hours without your herbal treatments,” Regulus assures. You feel Regulus’ cock begin to harden again against your thigh. His fingers slide between your nether lips.

Perhaps the poultice could wait.

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