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Hi!!! First of all enjoy your mandarin lmao and second how are you?? How's life going and all that? Also also I see you're an omori and obey me fan 👀 who are your faves from each I'm curious 🧐 and how far are you in obey me? Lmao that's so many questions sorry 😭 I feel so weird sending an ask off anon but hiii I rly need to interact more with people honestly 💀
(warning; long post mostly because i'm more horny about the demon bros than i thought i guess??)
lol thank you <3 i'm like. i don't know. i feel extremely apprehensive and scared even though nothing is happening. i almost always feel like that but i'm just...really *aware* of it now. so i wanted to talk to people to distract myself so hello!
and okay so for omori i really like hero. idk he's just a sweety and he's also got pyjamas and a frying pan like>???????? okay peak character design. love kel too he's an idiot. those two are the best imo
and for obey me, it's actually been a while since i played the game. i stopped playing for some reason around the time nightbringer released, but i was like...almost finished all the lessons at the time i think?
so here's the thing. there are things that i love about all the brothers, like i love the other characters too (simeon <3) but the brothers are like my FAVOURITE favourites. i really love mammon. if you asked me who my favourite was i would say him. and i know that's a basic answer because everyone loves him, but like i'm so obsessed with him he's one of my top comfort characters of all time. like i could go on for HOURS about how fucking much i love mammon he's the bestest boy in the world and i constantly used to replay card events where i got to cuddle and makeout with him because i'm cripplingly lonely lmao
close seconds would probably be asmo and levi, first of all for asmo, i'm just a slut for the flamboyant horny pink characters (see: mettaton, angel dust etc.) there's just somethin about them. and for levi he's literally a sexy socially anxious anime-loving gamer boy. who WOULDN'T wanna fuck that. and also lucifer, lucifer is great, he's just a giant powerful dilf. who wouldn't wanna fuck that. the twins? big baby and tiny baby? big pillow and tiny pillow? ouppy and kittys? sun and moon? yes. thats them. golden retriever + black cat combo ftw. and satan? well satan is just objectively boyfriend material. well-read, likes mystery media, dresses well, likes cats, be so real who WOULDN'T wanna fuck that.
anyways i'm so normal about the demon bros. definitely wouldn't give up everything to live with them in the devildom. no sir not me
don't feel bad asking questions i LOVE when people ask me questions it makes me feel cared about so keep em coming!! also i follow you now. get pranked hahah
#dia's discourse#thoughts: celestial-cupidity#well i need to start playing obey me again#clearly i really miss my boys#i genuinely think of those fuckers as like family in my head lmao#thats so fucking sad but ah well#mammon SWEEP#would sell my soul to cuddle him
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Come Back, Be Here (part 3)
Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 7.2k words
p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8
⚠️ CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, mentions of past sexual assault, amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N, swearing, some fluff and comedic relief, padfoot's perspective. This one may feel a little heavier to some viewers - I tried to balance it out with light-hearted banter and fluff but please be mindful of the warnings before reading.
Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How does your return to the Order of the Phoenix play out? (concept inspired by Recognition by aeaean__bliss on ao3)
Padfoot drifted back into consciousness from the end of the bed where he had migrated at some point in order to have a view of the door. His ears flicked but he didn’t bother opening his eyes as he listened to the room around him, after a while he relaxed back into the bed.
Again, he was roused by the sound of a whimper. With a doggy whine, he lifted his head and looked at his Y/N, asleep on your side of the bed. Your face was all scrunched up and you were breathing heavy as if you were running. Padfoot didn’t always know a lot of things, but he knew people didn’t run in bed.
He slowly crept a little closer and placed his front paws on your feet and rested his head against it, hoping the added weight would provide his girl a sense of security. His efforts were in vein though as you let out another cry. Padfoot got up and crawled to the head of the bed, and by the time he reached your head, Padfoot had changed back to Sirius.
“Alright, that’s enough of that, beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled your arms out from your body and wrapped them around himself before pulling the rest of you into his chest. “You’re alright, love. It’s just a dream.” He murmured into your hair, tracing shapes with his arm that wasn't underneath you across your back.
You let out a shuddering breath before relaxing into his embrace.
Sirius doesn’t know how long he laid there holding you in his arms as you rested, but he did know that he would happily sell his soul to spend the rest of his life like this.
Apparently, it wouldn’t cost him his soul if he wanted to stay with you in bed for the rest of eternity, but he may need to make some decisions regarding his best friends.
The door opened so painfully slowly that Sirius accio’d his wand into his hand, sure as all get out that someone had snuck into the house. A lifetime later, the messiest head of black hair poked into the room, and as James spotted the two forms curled up in the bed, the most shit-eating grin Sirius ever had the (dis)pleasure of witnessing spread across his face.
“Are you seriously cuddling in my house without me?” James asked, and that was all the warning he got. Before Sirius could reply, James was in bed on the opposite side of Sirius spooning him from behind.
“Prongs you wanker, get out.” Sirius whisper-shouted.
“Not a chance, babe.” Was all the response he got as James smacked a wet kiss on Sirius’ cheek.
Their arguing was interrupted by a gasp from the door where they saw Lily looking at the bed incredulously.
“A cuddle puddle without me?!” She commented before she too joined the bed. Lily crawled up and laid between you and Sirius, her head resting on your stomach; your eyes began to flutter at the intrusion of your nap. Sirius brushed the space between your brows with his thumb which caused you to crack one eye open.
“Good morning beautiful.” He winked at you, which was met with a scoff from James.
“‘Morning’ he says. Like it isn’t almost dinner time. You guys were about to miss the meeting.”
“James, must you ruin everything?” Lily asked, nuzzling further into you as you began to play with her hair.
“Yes. That’s his middle name. James Must-Ruin-Everything Potter.” Sirius muttered.
“Please, this cuddle puddle wouldn’t be happening at all had I not shown up.” He argued.
“Exactly.” Sirius countered.
A baby’s squeal could be heard from the door and when four adults looked, they were met with the sight of Remus standing with Harry on his hip looking at the four adults in bed with a look of ill-hidden humour.
“Well, Haz,” he started, “I think we found where everyone got to.”
Harry squealed again and held his arms open which Lily reciprocated. Remus walked across the room and to everyone’s chagrin gave Lily her child before joining the 'cuddle puddle' by laying his long ass body across the bunch of them.
“There are far too many people in this bed right now.” You said as the infant pulled at your hair.
“We’ve had fuller beds here, sugar.” James corrected salaciously. “Remember when we would push the four beds together in our dorm after adding extension charms to them and then all eight of us would have a slumber party?”
The room became deathly quiet then; the pain of losing so many of their little tribe still so fresh for the young adults.
“No, actually.” You admitted, which caused Sirius to bark a (somewhat nervous) laugh.
“Okay, that’s it. Out.” He said and gave James a good kick which launched him off the bed and caused Remus to roll off of everyone else onto the foot of the bed.
“We’re gonna be the last ones at the meeting.” Remus said as he helped James up off the floor.
Remus had met the others at the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow, and he felt giddy. Usually, he only felt this way close to a ‘manic moon’ as he and his friend’s wont to call it. Moon sickness could go either way; he could be pained and moody and stressed, or he could feel like he was high and had all the energy in the world. The next full was still two weeks away, but he felt as close to happy and flying on cloud nine as any 21-year-old werewolf-soldier could possibly manage in the middle of a war where many of his friends had lost their lives. He had a member of his pack back from the dead, and Wormy was going to meet them at the Weasley’s after being caught up with his missions and work in the ministry. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs – his Marauders – and their Vixen would be together again. So yeah, Remus was happy.
“My, my, Moony.” Sirius smirked as he stepped out onto the porch, “I’ve never seen you so excited for an Order meeting.”
Remus scoffed. “Well excuse me if I’m usually shipped off to some obscure wolf-pack for my missions and never get to go to them. Besides, Vix is back and that feels good.”
Sirius’ smirk turned into a gentle smile at the end of his sentence. “It does feel good.” He agreed.
The girls had gone up to pack Harry up for the trip to the Weasley’s safe house. Unbeknownst to Remus, babies came with a lot of things. They joined the two men at the front door, Lily with a diaper bag that was nearly the size of the baby itself, and you had the child on your hip as he continued to tug at your hair. The saint you are didn’t even flinch at a particularly vigorous tug of your locks.
“Oi, Haz. Watch the hair mate, come on.” Sirius said with a look of mock disapproval on his face. Harry just screeched and clapped his hands.
“He seems quite proud of himself. He has no shame that one.” You said.
“Much like his father.” Lily muttered as she passed the bag off to James. “Poor thing is a carbon copy of an idiot.”
“Oi, said idiot is standing right here.” James said indignantly.
“Potter, you’re not supposed to agree with the title, mate, come on.” You chuckled, and Remus’ heart soared. Sassy Vixen is making a comeback.
“Are we ready?” Remus asked and clapped his hands together but paused at the sight of a glance being exchanged between you, James, and Sirius.
“Not this again.” Sirius muttered as he took the toddler from your arms. Remus smiled at the sight of you; you were wearing your patched denim jacket that had been hanging on its place on the coat rack in his and Sirius’ flat since you hung it up last. He immediately spotted the enamel fox pin he had bought for you when the group of you visited a small muggle town near Windsor several summers ago.
James sighed, “It’s her call, Pads.”
Your face turned pensieve. “You don’t want to go?” Remus queried.
“I don’t know that I should.” You clarified.
“You should,” Sirius argued “because you’re an Order member.”
“Who has been imprisoned by Death Eaters for months and can’t remember her time as an Order member, Sirius.” James countered.
“That doesn’t negate the fact that she still belongs there.” He spat.
“They may not want me there, Sirius.” You offered quietly. Sirius immediately stopped his arguing and looked at you.
“You have every right to be there, Vix. I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“It’s true, he fought me the just this morning when I was skeptical.” James agreed readily.
“Yes, but now you know James. You understand. They won’t, not right away.” You countered.
Sirius sighed. “Love, please. I swear it’ll be alright, and if at any point you want to leave, we’re out of there, okay? But please, don’t not go because you’re worried about the others. They’re going to be just as happy to see you as we were, I’m sure.”
You searched his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.
“Not quite as happy as some of us were, I’m sure.” James snickered and elbowed Sirius, which was met with a hearty shove causing the man to fall off the porch.
“Enough, you two. Merlin, it’s like I have three toddlers.” Lily muttered as the five adults and one infant set off to the ward line to apparate to the next safe house.
Remus took a deep breath of the ocean air as they made their way to the Weasley’s safe house. He had to admit, he got to travel an awful lot during this war. He was only sad he never got to enjoy it as much as he wished he could, knowing he’d not likely get another chance to see these places. But he watched as James threw his arm over Lily’s shoulders and caused her to laugh at some no doubt asinine comment he made, and Sirius bounced Harry on his hip as you cooed at him from the other side, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.
He split off from the group as they entered the house, the rest of the Order already present. He said hello to Molly holding a very tiny red-headed baby and tried to ignore the squealing of the many other red-headed children whizzing past them in the kitchen. He gave Mary a tight side hug before he spotted Wormtail across the room talking to Mundungus Fletcher and beelined for him.
“Moony!” Peter shouted as he spotted his friend, and they enveloped each other in a warm hug.
“Petey, mate, you alright?” He asked as he clapped his friend on the back.
“Och, busy as hell but I’ve been alright. How about you?” He asked with a friendly smile.
“I’m good, I’m good. Mate, you’ll never believe it, Y/N’s back.” He said, and Peter froze in shock.
“What?” He whispered.
“Yeah, I know, she just showed up at the safe house this week, James found her. Sirius is the happiest I’ve seen him in ages, mate. Lily too.” Remus stated. He clapped Pete on the shoulder again and looked out the room to see if he could spot his friends. Doing so caused him to miss the way Peter visibly paled at the news.
He needn’t search long for his friends though, because before he knew it you were standing six feet away from he and Pete, who he had his arm around, with your wand pointed at Peter’s face.
“Whoa Vix, what’s going-” Sirius started, coming up behind you.
“I’m not going back; I won’t do it.” You stated plainly, eyes and wand never leaving Peters face.
“Going back where, love?” Sirius inquired, sharing a bemused look with Remus.
“I’ve been good Sirius. I’ve been honest. I don’t want to go back.” You shot again.
“Y/N, nothing is happening. You’re not going anywhere.” Lily stated.
“Then what is he doing here?” You shouted.
The room grew excruciatingly quiet, and Remus slowly peeled his arm away from his friend. Remus noticed that by now the Weasley children, the Longbottom’s son and Harry had all been ushered upstairs by Nymphadora Tonks, so they didn’t even have the kids to distract them from the tension in the room.
“Erm, what is who doing here?” Remus asked cautiously.
“Pettigrew.” You spat.
Remus looked to Sirius hoping to find some understanding on his face, but his friend met his look with equal shock.
“Y/N, I...” Peter started, “I thought you were dead.”
You let out a humourless laugh. “Why? Because Mulciber told you so?”
“What is going on?” Alastair Moody finally interrupted; your eyes never left Peter as you responded.
“What is Pettigrew doing here?” You asked again.
“Peter is our friend, Y/N. He’s been working at the Ministry so hasn’t been very active with the Order, but he’s been coming around more lately. We’ve been keeping him up to date with Order business.” James offered.
You seemed to pale at this information, your eyes widening in shock.
“Y/N, erm, why don’t you and I talk in the other room, catch up?” Peter offered, voice shaking. Remus noticed now that Peter had his wand drawn in his hand, pointing slightly up at you though kept it at waist level.
“Mr. Pettigrew, why don’t you put your wand down.” Dumbledore asked, watching his two former students.
Peter seemed to consider it for a moment, looking between his old headmaster and you. “Her first.” He stated.
Sirius turned to you, briefly making eye contact with Lily over your head before addressing the distressed witch in front of him.
“Vix, do you recognize Peter?” He asked carefully. He was answered with a curt nod.
Remus could hear Peter’s heartrate pick up., though he supposed having a wand pointed at your face could do that to a person.
“Y/N, why don’t we go talk?” Peter tried again. “Put your wand down, we can catch up.”
Your wand never faltered. “Show us your left forearm first.”
The room stayed silent. Sirius’ eyes bored into Peter’s, which were steadfast on you. Lily and James stayed perfectly still; bodies poised as if ready to run at any point.
“Miss. L/N?” McGonagall asked, and then all hell broke loose.
As Remus watched in what felt like slow motion, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds; a purple spell shot out of Peter’s wand, which you quickly deflected with your own before Peter’s short, stocky frame disappeared and a yellow rat was scurrying along the floor. Just as quickly, your body shrunk into a small red fox who began to chase the rat in earnest. Remus looked at Sirius and could see the actual moment that realization dawned on his friend’s face. It took exactly three and a half Mississippi's for Sirius to recognize that 1) Peter shot a curse at you 2) Peter transformed into his animagus 3) that Peter was trying to escape and 4) You were trying to stop him. As that information all clicked inside of his head, Sirius quickly transformed into Padfoot and began assisting you in Peter’s capture. Remus ran to the back sliding door whilst James ran to the front, ensuring Peter couldn’t reach those two exits. Moody ran to the fireplace whilst Lily ran to the bottom of the stairs so that Peter couldn’t reach the children upstairs. Padfoot and Vixen were heard growling and barking as they chased the fat rat who was squeaking frantically. Finally, after many chairs and side tables were overturned, Padfoot cornered the rat and Vixen shot in, grabbing it by the scruff and giving it a good shake as if telling it to stay.
The fox jumped onto the kitchen table, the rat struggling from its hold in her mouth. She bit down harder and gave it a shake which was met with an indignant cry from the rat.
“Enough.” Dumbledore stated calmly as he stood before the fox and the rat, his wand trained on the pair. “You can drop him now. He can’t go anywhere.”
The fox remained unmoving, its yellow eyes staring hard at the headmaster’s blue eyes while its chest heaved from the hunt. They stayed like that for what Remus counted to be 17 seconds before the fox slowly lowered the rat to the table and released its hold. The rat immediately went to flee, but Dumbledore was quicker. Suddenly, the rat became Peter once again and was incarcerated against one of the kitchen chairs, bound by invisible ropes. The fox jumped off the kitchen table and you stood back up from the floor beside Sirius, your wand once again pointed at Peter.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” James and Moody said at the same time.
You and Peter continued staring at one another, neither willing to utter the first word.
“Peter.” Sirius barked. Slowly, Peter moved his gaze from you to Sirius, and any worry he showed at the beginning of the meeting morphed into sheer panic as his eyes met a fuming Sirius.
“She’s insane mate, she’s obviously completely lost it.” He cried.
“You know, Mr. Pettigrew,” Dumbledore started, face impassive but eyes twinkling with subtle anger. “There have been rumours of a spy amongst us.”
Peter whimpered, “Yes! I know! Why do you think she’s here? Hm?” Peter exclaimed, motioning towards you.
“No son, I know it’s not her.” Dumbledore stated calmly.
“How could you possibly know that!?” The sod cried again.
“Because I have my own spies within Voldemort’s ranks.”
Anyone in the room could hear a pin drop. Sirius’ eyes widened and looked between his friends. Lily watched on from beside Remus, clutching his arm like a lifeline. Sirius was sure he could see steam coming out of James’ ears.
“Unfortunately,” Dumbledore continued as if he hadn’t dropped a huge bomb on the whole Order. “My spy has been on a dangerous mission for the past few months and hasn’t been able to be in contact with me. However, I heard from them approximately 37 hours ago.”
Sirius looked over at you whose eyes still hadn’t left Peter, whose face in turn was drained of all colour.
“I didn’t know exactly what they meant at the time, but they warned me to be aware of a rat amongst us. I see now that the warning was really quite clear.”
“Lift your sleeve, Peter.” Sirius demanded.
“Sirius, mate, please. I-”
“LIFT YOUR SLEEVE.” He bellowed. You flinched.
Sirius took an involuntary step closer to you in apology. He decided to shift his focus to you instead; knowing if he looked at Pete, he’d do something he may live to regret. Focus on her. Keep your eyes on her. He told himself.
“Peter, I swear to Godric if you do not lift your sleeve.” James seethed quietly before Remus ripped himself away from Lily and stalked over to Peter. Not at all gently, Remus ripped Peter’s arm from the invisible restraints holding him to the chair, which caused a pained whimper from Peter’s lips, and ripped his sleeve clean off his shirt. Clear as day, the dark mark was visible above Peter’s left wrist.
Stay focused on her. Don’t look away from her. Sirius chanted as he felt bile rise in his throat. She’s all that matters, stay focused on her.
Dumbledore reinstated the restraints on Peter as an explosion of demands were being made.
“How many safe houses has he outed?”
“Where will everyone go now?”
“Who has he gone on missions with?”
“How many of our people has he killed?”
“How many missions have failed because of him.”
“How could you!?” Was bellowed, and it came from Marlene.
“Marls, I-” Peter started tearfully.
“HOW COULD YOU!?” She screamed again.
“Peter. We-we’ve all been friends since 4th year. The Marauder’s since first. You and I, we...” James choked. “We grew up together I-I don’t understand”
“He killed them!” Remus shouted. This seemed to shock the room; some seemed fearful of what the werewolf might do when angry, others surprised by their kind-hearted friend’s outburst. But no one had to ask who Remus was referring to. “You fucking killed them!” He repeated.
“Caradoc...” Benjy muttered sadly.
“Gideon, Fabien.” Molly wheezed as she clutched at a pendant around her neck, Arthur pulling her into his side consolingly.
“If we hadn’t been at Sirius and Remus’ flat planning your funeral” Dorcas said, referring to you, “Marlene would have been home when her entire family was murdered.”
“Dedalus and Elphias.” Mundungus sighed.
“Emmeline.” Lily added.
“So, so many members of the Order have fallen.” Dumbledore agreed sagely. “Some because of Peter, some due simply to the nature of war.”
Peter stayed silent; eyes red-rimmed and lips pursed as if words threatened to spill out of his mouth if he didn’t clamp it tight enough.
“How long?” Sirius asked quietly, bringing all attention to him.
“What, son?” Dumbledore inquired.
“How long has he been the Death Eaters rat?” He clarified, refusing to even acknowledge Peter anymore.
Dumbledore watched Sirius inquisitively for a moment before he turned to face you.
“He first showed up at the Lestrange Manor shortly after the prophecy was announced, said he could help get You-Know-Who access.” You said quietly. Sirius noted how sickeningly pale you appeared suddenly.
“My son, Peter!?” James asked, but it wasn’t a question.
“He didn’t know if it was the Potter child or the Longbottom child.” Dumbledore stated curtly.
“But he was willing to give up two infants! Infants he knew. YOU WERE THERE WHEN HARRY WAS BORN!” James screamed. “How could you fucking do this?!”
“It doesn’t matter, James.” You mumbled.
“What-” James stuttered. “What the hell are you on about?”
Sirius again immediately moved closer to you worried James’ ire would now be directed at you instead.
“Nothing he could possibly say right now would excuse what he’s done. No amount of reasoning or explaining or grovelling will help you understand why or how he could betray you all. You will never be able to understand what, why or how he did what he did because you’re not like him. You will never understand because you would never have made the same decision.” You explained. “You can ask him again, and you can make him explain until the cows come home, but it won’t make any sense and it won’t make you feel any better. And quite frankly, James,” You paused, finally removing your eyes and wand from Peter to face James and Lily, “whatever comes out of his mouth will be complete and utter bullshit anyway.”
Nobody said anything; there wasn’t anything to say really. You were right - of course you were – but it didn’t make anyone feel any better. James still itched to have Peter explain himself, as if rehashing every tiny thing that took place over the last ten plus years would help erase the symbol of hatred willingly burnt permanently onto his forearm. Remus wanted to hear Peter admit from his dirty fucking mouth just how he betrayed them all. Sirius wanted him dead. None of it would make them feel better.
“How do you even know all of this.” Peter spat, turning to look at you. Just as Sirius was about to smash his face in for even daring to look in your direction, you scoffed.
“I was good for more than your death eater buddies little games.” A sickening smirk graced your face as you regarded Peter. “I would have been dead a long fucking time ago if not.”
“But, but he- but” He stuttered. You cocked one eyebrow as you waited for him to finish. “But Mulciber, he-”
“Ah,” You interrupted, “but Mulciber wasn’t my only keeper, was he?”
Peter paled. “No.” he whispered, but he never got to continue before you stupefied him.
The Order sat in an incredibly uncomfortable silence. Most members stared at you, who in turn stared blankly at Dumbledore. Sirius watched you, hoping for any emotion to betray your face. He was left disappointed and turned to join you in watching his old headmaster.
“What the fuck?” James whispered.
Dumbledore hummed. “Indeed, my boy.”
“Was, was this the meaning of this meeting?” Mary asked.
“Partially, yes.” Dumbledore agreed. “I felt it imperative that you all know of our leak as soon as possible so we could make appropriate alternate arrangements.”
“Like where the fuck I’m supposed to move my family now.” Lily muttered.
James rubbed a hand across his face. “This is awful, we’ve relocated so many times. I mean, Peter was going to be our secret keeper for fuck’s sake.”
“Mr. Black has access to a property already vacant and protected by the Fidelius charm.” Dumbledore offered.
“Absolutely not.” Sirius barked.
“It is the safest option available to us at this time, Son.” Dumbledore countered.
Sirius scoffed. “To me and James, perhaps. And maybe Harry, if you don’t consider what living in a dark, loveless, and evil pile of timber could do to a child." He paused to wave a dramatic hand in front of himself as if to say see? "But I am not bringing Y/N or Lily there with the amount of dark artifacts I know are littered about just waiting for a muggle-born to touch them. And that’s not to say what is waiting for our dear Moony there either.”
“I forgot you inherited that place.” Lily muttered quietly.
“Listen, the Order is running out of places to hide. The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black already has a Fidelius charm in place, and it is empty. Once the semester is over, McGonagall and I would be happy to assist in the cleanup, however, Moody has a curse breaker ready, and Andromeda and Ted Tonks have offered their assistance as well. I don’t believe you would be standing here today, James and Lily, if Peter had been able to give away your location, but I do not think this can wait. We should not take the chance.” Dumbledore stated severely.
No one seemed to have an argument for the plan, though Sirius despised everything about it and Remus, Lily and James all hated the idea of stepping foot into a space so recently filled with hate. James momentarily envied you – how sweet ignorance would be at the prospect of living in Grimmauld place for the foreseeable future.
“Now, onto our other matters.” Dumbledore said, turning to you. “Your contact within Voldemort’s army, they sent you with something?”
With a quick nod, you pulled out a small, beaded bag from your jacket pocket and enlarged it before turning it over above the table in front of Dumbledore and shaking out its contents.
In front of the old headmaster sat Ravenclaw’s lost found diadem, the Hufflepuff cup, a gaudy looking locket, a black leather bound journal, and a ring. Remus gagged and pulled the collar of his jumper over his mouth and nose.
“Oh my God, what is the smell?” He mumbled through his shirt.
“Smell?” Marlene asked.
James chuckled, “must be a wolf thing.”
“Yes, I’m sure dark magic smells quite awful to those with the ability to pick up traces of magic.” Dumbledore stated.
“What are they?” Remus asked, peering over the table cautiously as if any of the inanimate objects could launch itself at him at any given moment.
“These, my boy, are horcruxes.”
McGonagall let out a strangled sound. “I beg your pardon?”
“What’s a horcrux?” Ted Tonks asked.
“It would appear Voldemort has, in an attempt to become immortal, split his soul into pieces and placed those pieces inside of these objects. It is very dark magic.” He explained plainly as if instructing one of his classes in Transfiguration.
“Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered.
“Is this all of them, then?” Dumbledore asked you.
“No sir.”
Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, as if waiting for more information. “No?”
“No, we believe there is one more.”
“You mean to tell me that he split his soul six times?” Moody asked on an exhale.
“Seven is a magically powerful number,” You explained. “We don’t believe it’s a coincidence he has splintered his soul into seven pieces.”
“I see.” Dumbledore said. “And what is this sixth horcrux.”
You let out a huge sigh, “I...”
Sirius brushed your arm gently, moving to stand up against your back. I can’t do much, love. But I can be here. I’m right here.
“I think it’s Nagini. The snake.” You admitted finally.
“Fucking hell.” Remus groaned.
“So, what now?” Sirius asked Dumbledore, but Dumbledore appeared to field the question to you.
“We must destroy all six horcruxes for You-Know-Who to become mortal again. Only then can we defeat him.” You explained.
“Ah, but I suppose destroying horcruxes by throwing them down a garbage disposal won’t work?” Lily interjected. You shook your head no.
“Horcruxes can only be destroyed by Avada Kedavra, Fiendfyre, or honourable goblin wrought silver such as Godric Gryffindor’s sword after being infused with Basilisk’s venom.”
“Easy-peasy.” Mary commented wryly.
“Thank you, Miss. L/N.” Dumbledore interrupted, looking at you above his half-moon spectacles. “For everything. You’re contributions to the cause have been immeasurable.”
You swallowed thickly. “May I be excused?” You whispered.
“Of course, my dear.” He replied, and you took off out the sliding door off the kitchen. Sirius didn’t ask for permission nor wait around for further instructions before he followed after you.
He stepped out into the sea air and looked around, but he heard you before he spotted you. He followed the sound of your heaving into a metal garbage can beside what appeared to be a weathered tool shed. He slowly made his way over, not wanting to interrupt you until you were finished. I’ll never be able to get more meat on her bones at this rate.
You took a deep breath and wiped your face with your sleeve before replacing the lid on the garbage can and turning towards Sirius.
“Fucking hell, you scared me.” You sighed, bringing your hand up to your chest.
Sirius breathed out a chuckle. “My apologies, love. Didn’t mean to.”
You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself and turned to face the ocean. Sirius watched you as he tried to make it look like he wasn’t watching you by pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a snap of his fingers. The ocean breeze pushed your hair behind your shoulders, and you lifted your face to the horizon. Your eyes were red and your nose was running, but Sirius still thought you made the most beautiful picture.
“What did he do to you?” Sirius asked gruffly, not able to keep quiet any longer.
“Hm?” You asked as you squinted over at him through the setting sun.
“Peter. What did he do to you?”
You grimaced and scrutinized Sirius for a few moments.
“Were we just friends?” You asked.
“Hm?” He parroted your previous question.
“You and I.” You clarified. “Were we just friends? Before?”
His cigarette burned in his fingers, completely forgotten. He wanted to lie to you. That’s not true. He felt like he should lie to you, as if that would somehow make this all easier for you. But he couldn’t; he was asking you to be honest with him, he owed you the same.
“No.” He admitted quietly.
You watched him flick his cigarette into the field before pulling out another one. “Then do you really want to know?”
Sirius snorted. “No, I know that I don’t want to know. But I need to.”
Sirius stayed quiet as you fidgeted. He figured it may be somewhat less painful for you to tell him now when you didn’t remember him, than having to have this conversation when you did.
“Did he force himself on you?”
You let out a shuddering sigh. “Yes.” Sirius cracked his neck in aggitation.
“He wasn’t-” you began before cutting yourself off.
“Merlin, Y/N, if you try telling me he wasn’t that bad-”
“No, I-” you sighed again. “No.”
He had so many things he wanted to ask. Who? How many? How often? Where? When? Where can I find them? Do I remember the wand formation for Crucio? But he knew none of it mattered. Not really. It couldn’t; knowing those things wouldn’t help him, and it wouldn’t help you. And right now, that was all that mattered, helping you - keeping you safe and away from fuckers like Peter and those Death Eater arseholes. And apparently, he was expected to do that in his awful childhood home.
“Thank you.” He settled for, as his jaw ached from how tightly he was clenching it. “For telling me.”
You stared at him for a long time. “You’re welcome.”
You both stood in a somewhat comfortable silence as Sirius finished his second cigarette and watched the tide come in. His mind drifted to the grey orb in your mind that stored your memories of him in it. Somewhere in there, is the memory of the time Sirius became a bumbling fool after you sang and played a song in the Three Broomsticks for the whole restaurant. Though you blushed furiously the whole time at Sirius’ obvious infatuation, you couldn’t help but smirk at his blustering. Somewhere in there is the memory of the time you came flying (not literally) into the Quidditch field in 5th year and interrupted the Gryffindor practice much to the chagrin of that year’s captain because you had just been notified of your mother’s death and somehow needed Sirius of all people. There was also a memory somewhere in there of what Sirius considered one of the worst days of his life – you and Sirius had been dancing around each other for quite some time by that point; all your friends had bets on how long it would take before you two got together. Sirius knew of your affections toward him, though he never quite understood it. He may have been handsome, witty, charming, but he was just no good. He had gotten into an argument that day with Reg about conforming to the drivel of their parents and it weighed heavily in his mind during the Gryffindor party. This girl had been batting her eyelashes at him all night, and he was feeling sorry for himself – he was such a mess; how could someone as beautiful and thoughtful and smart as you get messed up in the shitstorm that was Sirius Black? It wasn’t fair to you, so, he snuck off to a broom closet with the nameless, eyelash batting Hufflepuff and got off, hoping to alleviate some of the tension of that day. He later found out that not only did he feel gross for fooling around with a girl he never bothered to learn the name of, but you had witnessed them sneak off together. He found you later curled up in Remus’ arms having had cried yourself to sleep. “You’re a right arse, Sirius.” Remus had spat at him, standing up with you in his arms and stalking off to their dorm.
But Sirius wanted you to remember it all. How you flat-out ignored his existence for seven weeks and four days. Sirius waited one-thousand two-hundred and seventy-two hours for you to finally look him in the eye, even though it was only to tell him to go fuck himself. It took another three weeks for you to stop spitting angrily at him and start acting like he was just another one of the guys, which also hurt, but he was just happy to be gifted with the sound of your voice again.
He never took your attention for granted again after that; everyone noticed the change, you most of all. He never broke eye contact with you when you spoke to him. He always took full advantage of your attention any time you were willing to give it to him. He was always the first one to stop talking when you went to speak up, and the first to defend you if someone dared to interrupt. At the time, it made you feel precious, like you were something worthy of worship. Sirius wanted you to remember that, and most importantly, he wanted you to experience it again.
“Well Pads,” a voice interrupted his musings, “excited to bring Y/N home to your darling mother, finally?” James smirked as he rubbed his hands together.
Sirius scoffed, “the only reason I’m even considering the prospect of bringing her to that hellhole is because that old hag is already dead.”
“What, am I not good enough to bring home to mummy-dearest?” You said with a smirk, causing Sirius to bark a laugh.
“Not at all love, in fact, if I had been sure she wouldn’t have Avada’d you on the spot, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t do it earlier; maybe we could have sent her to an even earlier grave.”
The meeting seemed to have ended, as Moody was seen dragging Peter’s stupefied body from the safehouse and apparating away.
“There’s concern of corruption in the Ministry, so he’ll be put in an anti-magic cell in Moody’s basement for the time-being.” Lily explained.
“I always knew Moody was into some kinky shit.” James commented with Harry on his hip.
“It’s not funny, James.” Lily fumed. “I don’t think you realize how close we were to dying.”
“I guess we’re very lucky Y/N had an ally on the other side.” James murmured. Sirius laughed sarcastically.
“Some ally they were.” He spat angrily.
“Sirius, relax,” Lily started, “They kept her alive, protected her memories and gave us the ability to win this war.”
“And let the entire Death Eater army use her as their play toy!” He shouted. “Peter himself fucking violated her!”
“Would you shut the fuck up!?” Lily seethed, looking around to see who all heard.
“No! Everyone should know what a fucking abomination he was! Is! And we called him our friend!”
“BUT IT ISN’T YOUR STORY TO TELL!” she shouted back.
Remus and James looked properly mortified, both at the outburst and on account of the news that their friend not only betrayed them but was capable of such heinous acts.
Sirius felt the blood leave his face as he spun to face you; a curious expression adorned your face. It wasn’t necessarily pain – but certainly frustration, and perhaps some pity.
“You’re so used to being around such moral people Sirius, and that’s good – you should be.” You began calmly. “But I just watched Peter Pettigrew – a member of a racist terrorist organization who is guilty of treason at best and murder at worst, a sexual assailant, a user of unforgiveable curses, and all around bad bloke get carried out of an enemy base completely unharmed to be held in a safe facility until he receives what I assume is going to be a fair trial.”
Sirius held his breath as you paused for what he was sure was dramatic effect.
“Do you know what happens to the most loyal of Death Eaters who dare to sneeze when their Dark Lord is speaking? They’re strangled by Nagini. Maybe they survive, maybe they don’t; that’s neither here nor there. And do you know what happens if a Death Eater even looks like they might hesitate when they’re asked to crucio or avada a muggle? They’re fed to Nagini. And those are the tamer of the possible reprimands.
“So, the fact that any Death Eater managed to find me, heal me, train me and keep me alive for the past nearly five months is nothing short of a miracle, and God only knows what You-Know-Who would do if he found out that they’d managed it. But they could not always save me from the evil that they themselves were also victims of and surrounded by twenty-four-seven, regardless of whether they simply wanted to or not. It didn’t matter if they knew it was wrong or had the moral compass of a saint – we would not have survived, it is that simple.” She paused as she allowed her words to settle inside of Sirius’ mind.
“You all have the privilege of being surrounded by sane, morally sound people. That has given you the ability to see the world in black and white. To survive, some people needed to become certain shades of grey. I’m not saying that it’s right, or fair, or just; it just is.”
Properly chastised for his outburst, Sirius stared at his boots.
“Does it make me one of them to think Peter deserved everything you just said?” James asked quietly.
Remus let out an inelegant snort. “No mate, I think that makes you human.”
“I wasn’t asking you, you goody-two-shoes.” James mockingly argued before turning back to you.
“No, it certainly doesn’t make you one of them. I think Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes here is right.” You replied.
“I’m literally a dark creature, I don’t know who you all are calling a goody-two-shoes.” Remus muttered petulantly.
“Uhm, the goody-two-shoes, obviously.” Lily snorted.
“Hi, kettle?” James spoke an octave higher, pretending to hold a muggle phone to his ear. “This is the cauldron; you’re black!” Lily swatted her husband.
“Perhaps before we kill Nagini or whatever the snakes name is, we could send it down to Moody’s sex dungeon to finish off Peter.” James joked, though no one missed the dark edge that shadowed his voice.
“Charming.” Sirius heard the posh accent of Andromeda from behind Remus. “Well cousin, ready to head back home?”
Sirius moaned dramatically and threw his head back as his party began to head to the apparition point just beyond the wards. He opened his eyes to see you still standing there, your gaze cautiously analyzing him.
“You okay?” You asked him.
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m the arse and you ask me if I’m alright?”
“Are you?”
“Are you alright?” he countered.
You continued watching him for a few moments.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Lily was right, I shouldn’t have run my mouth like that. You trusted me and I let you down. And of course, you were right about the other stuff as well – I have no business pretending to know what it’s been like for you these past few months.”
You nodded gently at him. “Thank you for apologizing, and for listening. I’m alright.”
He offered his arms out to you and you hesitated only briefly before accepting his embrace.
“You were always so much smarter than the rest of us,” he mumbled into your hair. “Lily would have just hexed me if she were you.”
You laughed – a real actual laugh, the first he’s heard from you in months. “Sounds about right.” You admitted, before quickly pulling away from Sirius and staring at him in awe.
“What?!” he asked, slightly paniced from the change in demeanor.
“I remembered. I – I knew, or agreed, that Lily would have been the type to hex you – I knew that!”
Sirius beamed at you before picking you up from your waist and spinning you in a circle. When he put you back down, you were both flushed and out of breath.
“Welcome back, Vix.” He knew you weren’t really back, not yet. But by Godric, it was a start.
Continue to part four here.
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Hello, Happy Valentine's Day, first of all and second, I always liked the idea of Alastor dating a relative of the Overlords, so could you make Alastor dating Zestial's granddaughter? 🌺ψ(｀∇´)ψ
A/n: yep! Sorry this took so long! Also I think this is my first ever post about Alastor so let’s hope this goes well!
-Romantic
-I’m not too sure of their relationship, but by the looks of it , Zestial and Alastor seem pretty close, like good friends. Maybe not as close as he is to Rosie, but definitely close.
-Zestial, being older, would of course be aware of the danger Alastor is, and how deadly he can be, but I believe Zestial has some sort of trust in him.
-You, were Zestial biological granddaughter. Once you died and went to hell, you reunited with him, and he was overjoyed to have found you.
-He seemed to play more of a fatherly role than a grandparent, but he doesn’t smother you, you are an adult after all. You also tagged along overlord meetings with him, and when he ran his own meetings you’d be there to help
-You most likely met Alastor at an overlord meeting, you were pretty new to hell so you weren’t aware of what he’s done.
-Out of curiosity, you approached him to get to know him, he did look around your age. And you have no regrets doing so, he was oh so charming. He was polite too. You couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter in your stomach every time you speak to him.
-Of course, your grandfather Zestial noticed your jittery actions near him, and the way you’d get nervous and always try to be more sweet with him. He had a little chat with you that night, but told you that you could date or be with anyone you love as long as you’re careful.
-And like he said, you did love Alastor, so you wanted to be with him. And surprisingly, you managed to score a date with him! Or more like an outing, he’s not a very romantic guy, he’s charming and sweet, but not romantic.
-At the beginning of you two dating, he made it clear he didn’t want any sort of physical affection or intimacy, especially no sexual contact. You didn’t mind, love isn’t all about sex anyways. It’s not like you fell for his body, you fell for him, his personality and charm.
-he’s definitely going to try and manipulate you a little bit in the beginning, maybe attempt to make a deal with you and use you as bait for Zestial? He could do that. But you followed your grandfathers advice and stayed safe, not giving into any deals that involved selling souls.
-He’d try to get information about Zestial out of you. Sure Zestial and him were good pals, but Alastor is still pretty darn evil, he’d want some sort of info about his plans or meetings, or just about him in general. You can’t lie, you’ve accidentally told him some personal info, like some plans before.
-Now later on while you two are officially together, he’ll let you give him more physical contact. Nothing sexual though. For example, small pecks of kisses on each others hands or faces, hugs, holding hands, or just wholesome cuddling in bed.
-He doesn’t really mind if your the granddaughter of another powerful overlord, he’s not the type to respect higher beings, Lucifer for example.
-He’s gonna be protective, let’s say that. Any one that threats to hurt you, or even thinks about it, will instantly be Alastors next radio broadcast.
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a sunday kind of love | harry lewis
summary: y/n and harry's wholesome sunday together
face claim: dua lipa
a/n: feel free to request anything harry lewis related!!! thinking about writing a longer fic instead of instagram au's soon so any ideas would be much appreciated <33
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y/n_username sunday mornings with my love
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ynw2slover this picture screams post shag
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taliamar such cuties
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For Y/N and Harry, Sundays were sacred - a precious day of peace amidst the chaos of their busy lives. It was the one day of the week they cherished above all else, a day in which Harry had no sidemen shoots and Y/N wasn't stuck halfway across London in a studio working late nights recording songs.
Each Sunday morning, as the sun peeked through their shutter blinds, Y/N and Harry would wake up with a sense of anticipation and excitement. The pair would brew a pot of fragrant coffee (with some independent coffee beans that Harry had picked up on his travels), the rich aroma filling their cozy kitchen as Y/N started cooking up Harry's favourite breakfast, a full English.
With their cups of coffee in hand, they would retreat to their sunlit living room, adorned with plush sofas and soft blankets, and settle in for a day of relaxation. Cuddled up together on the sofa, their legs entwined, as they indulged in some of their favourite pastimes - watching random Youtube videos they had saved to their watch later or scrolling through Tiktok, showing each other silly videos that they knew the other would find hilarious.
As the morning turned to afternoon, Harry and Y/N would muster up the energy to venture outdoors for a leisurely stroll through quiet London streets, hand in hand, breathing in the crisp air. They would visit their favourite spots - Y/N dragging Harry into overpriced clothing boutiques, him following behind, arms crossed, pretending he didn't enjoy seeing her get excited over a questionable-looking pair of shoes. Not long after, Y/N would grow tired of shopping, squeezing Harry's arm to get his attention, ''I'm hungry again, '' she’d say, to which he'd roll his eyes but would rush to fish his phone out of his pocket to find a quaint cafe on Google Maps that she could have a pastry in.
Upon returning home, they would make a simple lunch together - a spread of sandwiches, salads and soup - which they would enjoy in the comfort of their small balcony attached to their flat. Even though it was small, Y/N had decorated it with some garden furniture, fairy lights and a few plants, transforming it into an oasis of greenery and comfort. Harry hated to admit it but she had a better eye for decorating than he did.
As the sun began to set and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, they would go back inside to cozy up on their sofa, covering one another with blankets. A warm glow on their faces as they shared stories of dreams they had the night before, their voices becoming hushed in the quiet of the evening.
When the series they were watching came to an end and stars emerged in the night sky outside, Harry and Y/N would retire to their bedroom, hearts full and bodies weary from a day spent in each other's company. The pair would fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms, grateful for the precious gift of Sundays - a day to relax and revel in the love they shared.
Ready to do it all again next week.
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HIIIIIII OK SO HERE I AM, I wanna ask if maybe you could write like angel x male reader (trans or not up to you) where the reader comforts him maybe after a hard day of work or smthng? My boy needs love and affection😭💗
HERE YOU GO! 🫡
YES ANGEL NEEDS LOVE AND CARE!! I threw a mental breakdown in here:)
Comforting An Angel
Angel Dust x Male Reader
I put male, hope that’s okay!
Summary: You give him comfort after a hard day of work.
(Look at the precious Ange)
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You were waiting in your lovely boyfriend’s, Angel Dusts, room for his return. He told you that he was going to come back late since Valentino wanted to shoot some more stuff with him. Which you understood but you still felt bad for him, especially since his boss is a creep.
You hated Valentino with all your guts. You hated him so much that you would sell your soul so Angel didn’t have to deal with him. He’s told you countless of times though that everything’s fine and that he’s fine, which didn’t make you feel better at all.
After some time of just zoning out and playing with Angels pig, fat nuggets, you got a text from him saying that he just got back and he’s heading to his room. Though you didn’t want to wait anymore so you hopped out of his bed, grabbed Fat Nuggets, and ran straight to the stairs.
Fat nugget oinked at you. “I’m not slowing down!” You told him as if he could talk. When you got halfway there you saw Angel with a liquor bottle in his hand and a tired expression on his face. Your face turned soft as you approached him, letting fat nuggets go and surprise him.
A small gasp left him as he went on his knees and had Nuggs just into his arms. “Awh hi my fat nuggets! How was your day with your other daddy, huh?” His went to a baby voice making you chuckle.
“How was your day Angel?” You gave him a smile. He sighed, grabbing the liquor bottle and standing up. “Stressful.” Your face changed to a softer one, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go to your room and you can talk about it, okay?” He nodded with a weak smile.
The walk back to his room felt quicker when he was actually with you. You opened his room door for him just as a kind act for him. He took a seat on his bed, placing Fat Nuggets In front of him. The liquor bottle being placed on his nightstand.
You took a seat in front of Fat Nuggets, petting him as you looked at Angel. “Could we maybe…cuddle?” He moved his legs so they were to his chest. You nodded, “Of course.” You grabbed Fat Nuggets carefully and sat closer to Angel.
He moved himself so he could easily grab you. Fat Nuggets was in the middle of you guys. “What did Val do this time?” Your voice came out stern.
“He’s into this water boardin’ shit now. He says it’s a kink..” He shrugs, his attention mostly towards Fat Nuggets. “So he’s been drowning you all day?” You rose an eyebrow at him. He nodded, “he gave me some breaks..only around a few seconds.” He tried defending Valentino.
Angel had told you the shit that he does behind closed doors away from the public. It sickens you. “Why’d you sign the contract?” You looked up at him, him doing the same to you. “‘Cause before then I loved him.” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Oh Angel.” Tears flooded his eyes, quickly spilling out as he hugged Fat nuggets tightly. You moved behind him so you could lay on his bed. He moved his head to the crook of your neck.
You hugged him towards your body. “I wish I hadn’t signed that fuckin’ contract.” Angel said between sobs. “I know, it’s okay..shhh.” You gently rubbed his back, giving him kisses on his forehead.
A few minutes later the sobs stopped. You moved yourself back to see his sleeping face. He was hugging a sleeping Fat Nuggets that was in between the both of you. You chuckled as you kissed his damp cheek, “Have a nice rest love.”
With that you closed your eyes and fell asleep with a smile on your face.
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ITS A BIT RUSHED AT THE END IM SORRY😭 Hope you like it though.
Who else hates Valentino?:D
•Have a nice day/night!•
#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#gay love#x male reader#character x you#hazbin hotel x male reader#hazbin x reader#gay fanfiction#gay
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Tim I'm begging you for literally anything 03 Donnie related, literally anything I'm such a simp please Tim 🙏 I'll sell you my soul
💀💀 Ah, the feminine urge to sell your soul for smut! Hardly resistible, am I right?
WARNINGS: 18+/NSFW/ mdni / Donnie's 28 and he's in love with your pretty mouth
HOW TO BLOW 2003!DONNIE, A GUIDE!
Start with some praise. Don can be initially a bit reserved due to his appearance, so this is the best way to warm him up.
Visual contact makes him all flustered. Use that to your advantage!
Donatello will unquestionably lose his mind if you suck him to the back of your throat, so deep, so good.
You'll know you're doing a fine job cause he'll be unable to suppress all his pretty moans!
Breathy, whiny, and sweet, soft moans are the primary noises you'll hear.
You can focus on his tip for a bit. However, keep in mind that it's too easy to over-stimulate him.
He finds it cute when you make ñom-ñom sounds because he tastes so fucking good, doesn't he?
Eat-his-knot-too
Shove it in your mouth, slowly mouth it before sucking on it. It'll have him coming within seconds.
Wouldn't mind if you swallow or not, as long as you're comfy he's okay. But he finds it super hot whenever you do it.
Lastly, cuddle him for a bit after, would you? He's a bit more vulnerable right after he comes.
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Dp x Dc thoughts and stuff
New Dimension, Who's This?
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
From Danny's short experience Jason was about as trusting as he first was when Fright Night joined him. He didn’t think Frighty’s method of accept my eternal loyalty or die would work very well here. The guy, despite looking like a brick wall and a fridge had a child, seemed to have a very gooey center. Now to hope that wasn’t just the contaminated ecto.
Contact was the easiest way to get the bad ecto (Becto?) out and he was NOT one for cuddling. Just mentioning it made the man squirm, well not outwardly, but his core shivered.
Danny didn't see a big deal in it, but maybe it had been the years in the ghost realm, where personal space wasn't really a thing when you can phase through people... his human half was also used to Tucker and Sam, whom he'd shared a bed with so many times Jazz ended up giving him a pamphlet on "healthy polyamory".
Alfred, the name of the butler, had convinced Jason to take him on a tour of the manor. There were about a million rooms, way too many living spaces (no one needed that many seating areas), a whole barn, and a really nice kitchen with food that didn't fight back.
As they walked Danny kept close, either a hand on his shoulder or floating close enough to be up against him.
Although Jason seemed stoic externally Danny could feel each and every emotion he had. He never seemed uncomfortable with Danny, but he was guarded. Some feelings, like nostalgia, became volatile from the corrupted ecto and quickly turned into anger.
One of these times was just seeing Tim, his brother, came out of his room with about 12 empty coffee cups in hand. The feeling, for just a second, started as care that switched to anger quicker than Danny had been expecting. There had been an emotion between the two, but Danny hadn't caught it. The anger seemed more ghostly than the first part, it was shaky and unstable.
With that shift came a surge of ecto that sounded like a screaming child, Danny placed a second hand on him to help filter it out. His eyes flickered green then went back to the light blue with a grayish outline that they had been before.
Tim had stopped in his tracks, frozen in place with his mountain of dirty cups. No one moved. Then, as if nothing happened, Jason continued walking, leading Danny to what he’d come to find was the library.
Danny loved to read as a kid, but he died, had to stop the ghost coming through his parent's portal, save the world, pass high school, become king, and give up a more human life to dedicate to ruling an entire dimension that he never got back into it. Especially once he'd established peace throughout most of the realm: a majority of his work consisted of paper work. Very boring paper work.
"You can grab a book if you want." Jason sat on a comfy looking chair, leaning into it and slouching down. He looked a lot less intimidating like this.
"Nah. I have to read a lot for work, but thanks for the offer." Danny floated above him, one hand anchoring him to the man.
"What do you do for work?" Jason asked, not putting the book down.
"Lot of people sell their soul." Danny watched his own hair flowing in the air like it was underwater, he's not sure when it started doing that, but it looked badass so he wasn't complaining. "It’s depressing paperwork when you have to define the worth of a soul in numbers."
Jason hummed and continued to read. They sat there like that for a while before Jason spoke up again.
"How did you know the pit rage was taking over, when we were in the hall."
"Ghost speak isn't translatable exactly, but your core kinda babbles like a baby." Danny looked down at the man, he'd closed his book. "It cries when it's angry and cries when it's sad, but your human emotions come first and are amplified by your core."
"So, what, you just heard a ghost crying?"
"More like I heard your human emotions through a megaphone and then ghostly crying right after."
Jason picked his book back up, but Danny had a feeling he wasn't actually reading it.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours to Danny. He didn't think it right to ask any questions. Besides, he was being vague about his own answers too.
Through the years he'd gotten the hang of being cryptic enough while still giving an answer from Clocky.
Clockwork!
Danny sat up, accidentally pulling Jason up with him a bit. "I need to get in contact with Clockwork!"
Jason grumbled and fixed his jacket, "Who's that?"
"The ancient of time, he'll know how to get me back and how to fix you... if he answers or wasn't behind this."
...
Jason did not seem happy about contacting the hellblazer/detective, but he was in town. What luck.
Danny no longer felt very lucky when the blonde detective with a strong English accent started yelling.
"This is the fucker wreaking havoc with the lazarus pits?"
Jason sighed, "Can you help us or not?"
The man breathed out a puff of smoke and mumbled to himself. "Yeah, yeah. I can help." He sat on the nearest chair and looked down at his PDA, or well, Jason said they were phones. This universe seemed a few years past his own. "The infinite realms aren't easy to get a hold of. You need to be pretty powerful to go in between the realms. How did you get stuck here anyway?"
"Was practicing with my dimension hopping dog, I went through a portal, he didn't. Now I'm stuck here." Technically that wasn't a lie, he was with Cujo when he himself had made the portal.
"Dimension hopping dog, right." He took another hit from his cigarette before grunting and standing up. Danny wasn't a fan of this type: arrogant bastards that believe you aren't worth their time. "Only thing I can think of is a summoning."
"Okay sure, how do we do that?" Danny asked floating behind Jason, a hand on his back. John looked at him skeptically, so Danny shot back. "I've never done a summoning that would be ridiculous! That's like standing in the same room with someone and calling them."
"Fine, let’s go down to the cave."
Once in fruit loop 3.0's basement the hellblazer pulled out a book and started drawing out patterns on the floor. Danny recognized a few words, which gave him confidence that the summoning would at least bring someone from the infinite realms.
The wording was very old, but from what he could read it was about summoning the most powerful being in the infinite realms.
Danny assumed it would be Clockwork, and just hoped its wasn’t some manifestation of Pariah Dark.
John finished, then turned to stand at the front as if he'd rather be anywhere else but here, and started to chant. The circle glowed a familiar homely green when he feels a pull in his gut.
"Fuck."
...
Jason watched as Constantine drew out the circle with strange hieroglyphs. He'd read that book when trying to find ways to remove the pit rage years ago. This summoning was meant for the strongest being in the entire realm. It could be any kind of monstrosity.
His stomach dropped when the sickly green glow filled the room. The shadows danced unnaturally and the room dropped a few degrees.
Behind him Danny made a blip of a noise and disappeared. For a moment he assumed the man was scared, making himself invisible to hide from the creature crawling out from a hell dimension.
Only he didn't feel Danny behind him anymore.
"Welp... didn't expect that. Definitely an ego boost I tell ya." Standing in the center of the circle was Danny. He didn't look anything like the man he'd spent all day with. He was a few feet taller, had pale green skin that shone almost white and six lanky arms with pointed nails. The fangs and slightly pointed ears he already had were pulled longer, his legs were just as unsettling as his arms, it almost looked like he'd been pulled through a black hole. Stretched through time and space.
His hair was longer as well, it floated above him like it wasn't experiencing gravity. Floating above that was a ring of a green aurora borealis. His face was hard to look at directly, it shifted. It was just the outlines, it was all eyes, it was empty, it was a black hole.
Around him shone little starts that twinkled occasionally, Jason had been part of the Justice League when a solar flare nearly killed half the planet. This being had the power of hundreds of those and was moving them around absentmindedly. one hand seemed to burn slightly, but it was too bright for him to focus on it.
He looked ethereal and terrifying.
Constantine broke the silence first, "State who you are!"
In a million voices that echoed through the cave and into Jason's chest Danny spoke.
"I am Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, Champion of Pariah Dark, Bringer of Peace, Ancient of Space, The Great One." Da... Phantom looked down at the circle. There was amusement in his voice, "I see, the words I didn't recognize were a binding of truth, that means I can only communicate in ghost speak."
Constantine looked more fed up than scared, but he knew when the con-man bit off more than he could chew. He turned to Jason and whispered to him, "He's the bloody king. I'm not helping you fuck the king."
"I do not need help with that." Phantom said before shining brighter, a green tinge covering the edges of his body.
Constantine turned back, most likely expecting the creature couldn't hear them. "I met Pariah Dark, your magical essence is..."
"Ghosts have cores." Phantom corrected, crossing the central arms as the rest continued moving stars around.
"Yeah, yeah. Your core is different. Since when are you king?"
"Time moves differently between realms. On my earth it was about a decade ago, but by the zones standards it was nearly 50. When did you last hear about them?"
Constantine huffed, pocketing the cigarette that had gone out when Phantom appeared. “Three years ago, but I don’t delve into the infinite realms often.”
“Zatana helped me a bit with the whole being dead thing. Maybe she'll know?” Jason hadn’t talked to her much in the years that followed, she’d not been able to help him. Though now looking back he hadn’t given her much of a chance.
“Yeah, that might…” Once again Phantom interrupted Constantine.
“Wait, wait. I know this magical signature.” The two looked back at the being, “You're the bastard who keeps selling bits of his soul. Do you know how many disputes I've had to settle, how much fucking paper work I've had to do because of you!”
Constantine, ever the survivalist bolts. An act Jason hadn’t been expecting in the slightest. The hellblazer threw the book at him when he left, muttering something that changed the green color to something softer, less toxic.
Jason goes to stand in front of Phantom, the man he’d spent the entire day with was an eldritch being of unfathomable power. He excused the summoning with a wave of his hand, as the book showed.
Although he did shrink down to a more human size, only his face changed in appearance. The rest of him was still pale and lanky, the pointy ears looking cuter than they had before, whe they were as long as a sword.
Jason stayed silent. How was he meant to go about this. What had he promised to this being that it was willing to stay with him. What had he sold to the creature that dictates the value of a life.
“Oh sweet!" Danny/Phanton did a strange squat and wiggle like he was trying his legs out for the first time in a while. "Wanna go for like a walk or something?”
Jason’s brain seemed to skip a grove when he heard Danny’s voice coming out of the blueish creature.
“A walk sounds nice.” Jason said, ignoring how his mind was racing with the possibilities of this being really curing him… and of what he’ll ask in return.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
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(sorry this took forever, im certain being a fanfic writter curses you or something. So many fucking things were happening at once gah. I've had this plotted out since i posted part 2, but never got around to turn it into a realish fic)
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dcxdp#jason todd#danny fenton#dead on main#Can you tell I smoke weed not cigs?#I honestly don't know if the terms are different and trying to look that up is fucking hard
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PLEASEEEEE SHANG TSUNG WITH HOPE IS SO CUTEE I CANNOT 😭💖
i will do anything to hear more about em,,,,
eee yes i force more people into my ideas *ugly evil laugh*
Continuing the Shang + cat!reader (named Hope after this prompt)
Before Shang is a sorcerer:
-You are mostly an outdoor cat. Mainly because Shang is out as well, trying to sell potions. You can tagalong with him, sometimes Shang even uses you to boost sales; saying you're sick, need medical attention, or that you're a magical cat because of his potions.
Don't worry, he's trained you in gimmicks. You're quite the actor.
Sometimes Shang also has you go back into towns where he can't show his face and you would steal food or something for the night.
-Because you're an outdoor cat and low to the ground, you got dirty pretty quick.
You loathed baths, but Shang hated them so much more than you. Because you *did not* corporate. He brandished cat scratches every single time, and you would still cuddle up next to him after it all like you didn't just try to scratch him to the bone.
-You annoyed Shang in the mornings. On purpose, of course. You liked when his hair was down since he barely ever had it down. So everytime he was sitting and putting his hair up in a bun, you walked through his arms. You were on his shoulders. You would paw his bun out.
You lived to see the annoyance on his face. And loved to see how you only needed to do something cute to make the annoyance disappear and he would go back to petting you.
-Shang would talk to you. Quite a lot. You were his only friend, after all. He would tell you what he would put in his elixirs, show you what they looked like after, even if it was just tea.
He would rant to you as he combed through your fur, gossip about annoying townsfolk. Tell you how you both deserved much better than the slums.
-You watched him while he slept. Just because when he woke up and saw you staring into his soul, his expression was priceless. But you also made sure he was alright. He had night terrors often.
He would hold you close on nights he was in pain with how bad he was beaten. Sometimes his eyes were vacant, but you were a constant. A comfort. You were the only thing that could never hate him.
-Despite him not having much, Shang would eventually get you something that displayed you were a pet. A collar with a charm; a very nice charm at that.
After Shang is a sorcerer:
-He will show you around his *entire* palace. He is proud of his accomplishments and delighted to show you. He shows you all, Except for the dungeon.
-You are mostly kept secret, but Syzoth does know of you because of his close working with Shang. You are friendly to the reptilian, and you very much enjoy him actually. Sometimes he takes care of you when Shang is too busy. He likes you better than he likes the sorcerer.
-You have the most beautiful fur coat a cat has ever had. Shang takes the upmost pride and care for you. You have decorative collars, charms and jewels that you're constantly bedazzled with. All your collars are embroidered with a snake in some way.
-You have many, many catbeds around the palace. All so plush and comfy. But your favourite place is still Shang's lap and shoulders. But all is well, as you're his favoured accessory.
You sleep on his bed as well. Shang is much more of a cuddler than he's willing to admit. You like to see him when he just wakes up. His tired expression and bedhead is lost to the rest of the world. You get to see his 'ugly' and low moments.
-You like to paw at his freckles. He finds it endearing until you do it when he's trying to focus then he gives you a groundbreaking glare. He could be terrifying!
-He would read spells and spellbooks to you. It helped him memorize more quickly as well. When he wrote notes in ink, he would add your pawprint in ink to the end of the page.
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Sometimes I think about Tevan picking each other up after the other has had a long 24 hour and is just, exhausted, so they drive home and make sure that the overworked partner is fed and showered and letting themselves cope/relax as they hold each other in bed. Basically: Tommy and Evan taking care of each other >>>>
Bestie I never meant to leave you in my asks this long!
Omg, I would sell my soul for Buck and Tommy taking care of each other. The more awake partner guiding the other through simple tasks, washing him down in the shower and taking care of him with tenderness not usually given to their own bodies. Coaxing at least a few bites between their teeth before they almost fall asleep sitting. Tucking the overworked partner into bed and cuddling them. No matter who prefers what, on nights like this where the overworked partner can barely lift their head let alone their arms, they’re always the little spoon. They fall asleep to their boyfriend/fiance/husband gently running fingers through wild curls and mumbling words of love.
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AAahhhh more eddie aftercare like where the reader just makes sounds to answer him cause their head space is just not there or whatever, or cuddles and attentionnnn, or shy reader ahh anything eddie plaseeeeeeee. I CRAVE EDDIE FLUFF STUFFFFF.. i just realised i cant make this anonymous for some reason- oh well :)
⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞
┕━» eddie x fem!reader
❕warnings❕: mentions of smut, nudity but no smut, fluff fluff fluff, sweet Eddie.
a/n: not quite sure why it would let you do anon, but hey, no shame in this game. She's kind of a shorty but I'm hoping to write something that's more in-depth when I'm up for it.
『•• Eddie with aftercare but a few things are different lol. ••』
Not edited or betaed.
"I don't have to sell my soul, he's already in me" -- i wanna be adored, the stone roses
Eddie knew you. Eddie knew you more than you knew yourself, he knew what made you tick. Like how you would never meet his eye when you were lying, or how your grip would become tighter in his hair right before he would make you cum on his tongue.
He had seen you in the headspace you were in before, and although he wasn't sure what exactly to do most of the time when you were like this, he knew that you needed comfort. Someone to coddle you and clean you up until you regain your mental and physical strength.
Eddie was gentle with you as he lifted you up, hand splayed over your spine as he sat your body up. Your eyes were close to shutting as you looked up at him, muscles feeling like jelly as he gently drifted his hand across your cheeks, pulling away stray hairs that had made it into your mouth.
"You were fucking amazing, baby," he made sure to tell you, "Always so good for me."
You let out a soft whine in response, doing your best to lean into his touch. A soft voice in the back of your mind, shouting, pleading for more.
"More," you would plead, voice hushed and graveled, but Eddie wasn't going to let up.
Eddie was used to this now; the want you had developed for more. But there was no way he would give in, you could barely speak, let alone walk. He knew it was time to call it, much to your dismay.
"No more, sweet girl, you're exhausted, we need to get you cleaned up. You and I can get some water and then we can stay in bed for as long as you want, okay?"
Tears threatened to kiss your eyes at the mention of 'no more', the emotions you were feeling beginning to get overwhelming, and Eddie could tell you were on the edge of some sort of anxiety attack, and he was quick to act.
He scooped you up quickly and brought you to the bathroom, where the warm water of the shower already running. And due to obvious reasons, the two of you were already stripped bare.
You held onto him as tightly as your weakened muscles would let you, wobbling as he stood you up in the shower. Warm water rushed along the skin of your back, running down your spine as you buried your face into his shoulder.
Eddie was gentle as he washed you down, making sure you didn't slip as he cleaned you with an old washcloth, letting you cling to him as you let the water wash away your headspace.
By the end of the shower, you began to felt more yourself, now able to stand without using Eddie as a crutch. He would pass you a towel, wrapping you up snugly before grabbing a towel of his own.
The two of you dried off before Eddie wandered into his bedroom, coming back seconds later, tossing a shirt at your face, making you flich as you giggled at his banter.
"You here, sweetheart?" he asked, glancing up at your as he dried off his legs, watching as you shoved the oversized shirt over your head.
"Yeah, Eds, I'm here," you smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on the forehead.
Once Eddie was finally dressed and dried, he met you on the bed with two glasses of water that he set on the bedside table. With a few minutes of struggling and flailing limbs, he finally got you comfortable. His back was rested up against the headboard, and you were sideways, legs over the top of his lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he used a hand to tenderly stroke your damp hair.
The muffled sound of his heartbeat was all that could be heard besides the buzzing of the crickets and frogs outside the trailer.
"Thank you," you would hear yourself mutter, breaking the silence.
Eddie glanced down at you, "What for?"
"For everything. You're too good for me," you would say, your own hand beginning to play with the curls of his hair.
"I'm too good for you?" he threw his head back in disbelief.
"Yes!" you argued, "You are, you really are."
"You say that, but you're the one who always looks after me too. You know, when I pull my shit, you're always there to clean up after me. I have no idea what I would do without you."
Your heart fluttered at his confession, "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, because I don't know what I would do without you either," you smiled, meeting his eyes.
His hand was gentle as he lifted your chin so he could get a better aim at your lips before slowly leaning in, capturing you in a long, passionate kiss.
He held you close in a warm embrace, the smell of old spice, pot, and laundry detergent hinting lightly in the air around you.
In that moment, with every ounce of your being, you knew that there was no place on this planet that you would rather be.
tee hee, I apologize if this isn't what you wanted but I tried. I hope this isn't too much like the first one, and there's a little bit more dialog. Or maybe its the same amount. Idk. I'm tired 🥲.
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie my love#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x female reader
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✧.* having wolfstar as your parents.
— pairings : wolfstar!parents x gn!reader
— words : 0.5k
— warnings : mentions of remus getting hurt at a full moon, bit of angst if you squint, pet names, fluff and fluff and fluff, (not proof read bc i'm lazy).
a/n : they have been on my mind for the last weeks. like genuinely i would sell my soul to have them as my parents, they mean the world to me. i also got a bit carried away with this whoops
sirius would spoil you death, no doubt. whatever it is you want he will get for you, a stuffed animal, books, you name it!
remus would be more strict with those type of stuff, and would also definitely warn sirius at times.
"merlin, that is the 5th stuffed animal you have bought them, that's enough."
but he's obviously not too strict either.
both sirius and remus would be fun dads!!
they would love spending time with you.
sirius would love to take you shopping, i also feel like he would like taking you and remus to museums or cafes!!
and oh, he would love taking you shopping to surprise remus.
he would continuously ask you tips on what to buy for him like,
"which flower would he like? is he a tulip or a rose type of person?"
"ooh! or maybe we should but him chocolate?"
"or maybe he would like sweaters better..."
you wouldn't mind though, you find it sweet how he would buy things for remus, a small or a big gift.
"he loves everything you give him, even if its just a rock." you would reply with a laugh.
remus would do the same for sirius.
he would take you to a near flower shop to buy sirius some flowers, and just like sirius he would ask you tips on what to buy.
"which one of these would he like? you reckon he likes roses more? should i buy him a whole bouquet of it?"
"honestly, if you were to give dad a piece of empty parchment, he would probably squeal over it and keep it forever."
oh and you would call them both dad though it gets confusing sometimes.
"dad! dad can you help me with this?"
"yes?" they would both respond.
so they let you call them "moony" and "padfoot" sometimes.
and they would call you "pup", "cub", or "wolfie" as a sweet nickname for you, or your name if you prefer that :)
anyways..
you would have both remus' and sirius' humour.
sirius' loud humour and remus' sarcastic and witty humour.
you and remus' sarcasm would confuse sirius sometimes and you two absolutely love that.
you and sirius have calendars that mark every full moon so you two would get ready and buy him his comfort food/snacks and first-aid kits in case anything happens.
you would wait inside the house as sirius tries his best to calm him down, you would past the time by setting up the snacks and first-aid kits.
and when it's done sirius would carefully set remus down on the couch as he patches him up if he gotten hurt in any way.
you would try to cheer him up by putting on some movies or just cuddling near him.
okay i feel like i'm getting carried away with this so let me just make quick points
they would absolutely support you no matter who you are.
if you were to come out to them they would support you and love you so, so much.
ooh!! and remus would cook the food in the house as sirius would set up the table. (you would have such cute dinner nights with them!!)
stargazing with sirius and reading books with remus.
you bought them a record player for their anniversary and they absolutely love it. they would slow dance almost every night since you bought it.
overall they would be the best parents you could ever ask for, they would give you their love, their affection, their everything. you are their everything <3
#wolfstar#wolfstar!parents#wolfstar!parents x reader#wolfstar x reader#sirius black#sirius black x reader#dad!sirius black#dad!sirius black x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#dad!remus lupin#dad!remus lupin x reader#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#marauders era fluff#the marauders fluff#marauders fluff#wolfstar fluff#sirius black fluff#remus lupin fluff#harry potter#harry potter fluff
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Are the boys into soulplay? Like- you know that trope where souls are incredibly sensitive in a spicy way? Would they be into that? -
This has been sitting unfinished so long in my drafts jfc
Killer has to be convinced. His is always on display and does get brushed on occasion. He's gotten good at ignoring accidental contact, but genuine touching of the soul with Intent to make him feel good? That's... an entire level of intimacy that he's... he's not sure about. You have to go slow and be gentle, but in the face of glaring acceptance and even love for him entirely, he's not going to object. Chances are he's not even going to be able to vocalize anything, he's too busy alternatively feeling the pleasure and feeling the all-encompassing warmth of being known. It's still a really scary thing, though so... this will be something done sparingly.
Dust is a little gunshy, too, but... mostly because he doesn't want to see the damage he's done to it. He hasn't really seen his soul since... well, everything. You can convince him, but he won't be comfortable looking at it. He'd rather lay back with his arm over his sockets and just... feel. Be very, very gentle, because he might have a bit of a hair trigger here. He could also very easily get overwhelmed if you pour on too much stimulation all at once, so slow and careful is the best way to deal with him.
Axe is a little more accepting of this if you've been together for a while. He'd be delighted to have you know him so intimately, actually, but it's going to be a mutual thing. He'll let you touch his first, just so you understand how deeply personal this is for him, and wouldn't you know it, you have a melty puddle of Axe. He can take a little more firm contact with his soul, but be careful you don't squeeze too hard. He basks in the feeling of all of your good Intent shot directly into the core of his being. His soul has a little damage, but is arguably the most normal-looking. Once you get your feet wet with handling his soul, he will handle yours, and you'd better be ready because he loves you so much.
Cross is hesitant, but if he really trusts you, he'll allow it. He's very tense until you actually have his soul in your hands. Show him your Intent, and he's absolutely putty. He'll put his head in your lap and just, enjoy it. He's practically immobilized by emotion, and depending on how you handle him, he might tear up. Still, he enjoys it immensely, especially when your Intent to make him feel good permeates his entire being. It's a little embarrassing being so vulnerable, but... he trusts you. He'd like to return the favor, if you'll let him, actually. It's an experience he thinks you should have.
Baggs is very hesitant to let anyone near his soul. He already messed with it enough, he's not sure he'd like someone else touching it. Nevermind that he will (and probably does) gleefully handle yours, your soul can take a bit more than his can. If you're patient and persistent, though, he'll cave eventually on the caveat that he has yours, too. He wants the insurance that he can stop you with a thought if it's too much. It... winds up not being too much because the instant he feels good Intent, he's a puddle. He'll cuddle closer so that he is as physically close to you as he feels he is with his soul in your hands. For someone so vocal with... more physical intimacy, he's very quiet if you're touching his soul. It's very cathartic to him.
Nightmare is a very hard sell. He's massively possessive of his soul and if anyone's ever seen it, they haven't said anything about it. This is not something he's terribly keen on, but you might be able to wear him down eventually. Being a Guardian, his soul is... unique. It is apple-shaped as opposed to the standard heart shape, and is similarly corrupted. it's kind of slimy to touch, but unlike with him, you can wipe it away to reveal the kind of purplish soul beneath. The corruption on his soul offers a small layer of protection, but to touch the soul beneath it is a very new sensation for him. Nightmare and vulnerability don't generally mix very well, so if you have gotten this far, it's forever. This may as well be a proposal. He clings to you and makes some very undignified noises, but since he can feel your Intent directly on his soul, he knows it's okay, that he doesn't need to stop you even if it makes him a little (a lot) anxious to be so intimately known, so have everything that he has built up stripped away and his true self seen for the first time in centuries. The frightened, defensive boy who did what he had to in order to survive, the person he grew into, still frightened of any form of weakness... except for you. He's going to be incredibly clingy and cuddly for a while after that while he processes the gravity of that. You are the only person in five centuries who has ever touched his soul.
It's entirely possible to make them come this way, but it's very different than anything done with ecto. It's so much more intimate and takes them a while to recover from. You have to be very good with aftercare here, reassurances and cuddles because none of them except for Axe, maybe, are very comfortable with being known so completely. Rest assured, though, they'll absolutely return the favor if for no other reason than to help you understand how truly intimate an experience it is.
#k answers#k headcanons#feat. r&r crew#cw spicy content?#not really actually but yknow#I love this trope but I never use it LOL
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hi bff i cant remember if u have reqs or anything open rn but i wld sell my soul for some sweet snowy cozy raindrop fluff
Sweet and cozy Raindrop fluff coming right up, boss!
Warnings: None, but there is some very brief implied spice
Word Count: 1110
The snow fell heavily outside, turning the church courtyard into a frozen winter wonderland. Siblings of sin, both young and old, were outside throwing snowballs at each other and having the time of their lives. Even some ghouls had joined them, pelting the older siblings with snowballs and making snow angels with the younger siblings.
Dewdrop took one look out the window and decided it was the perfect time to stay inside. There was no way he was going to go out in the cold when it was nice and cozy by the fire in one of the many living rooms. The books were ignored as he scrolled through his phone. He kept getting pictures from the ghoulettes with updates on what was going on outside. They kept asking him to come out, but he told them no each time.
He only liked the snow when he was inside. It was pretty to look at, but he wasn’t going anywhere near it. He was better off bundled up inside, but it sucked being alone when most everyone was having fun outside. Sure, his beloved pack members would come back inside and he would warm them up if they asked, but being away from them for just a short period of time made him unhappy.
Dewdrop got another video of Cumulus being bombarded by neverending snowballs by Swiss and he grumbled, tossing it to the side and pulling his fuzzy blanket closer to him.
“Those snowballs would melt in my hands,” he grumbled, picking up a remote and turning the TV on. He might as well pass the time with a movie.
“Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you, Dew,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.
Dewdrop perked up and turned his head to see Rain walking into the room. The water ghoul was bundled up in his comforter, looking beyond miserable, but upon seeing Dewdrop, the misery melted away into relief.
“Hey. You slept in,” Dewdrop said, smirking as he scooted over to give the water ghoul space on the couch.
Rain never slept in unless it was too cold. Whenever it got cold like this, the water ghoul would rarely ever leave his room unless it was to get food. Dewdrop could recall the many times he had to heat up the poor ghoul on many cold nights.
“It’s fucking cold and no one was in the den,” Rain grumbled as he went to sit next to Dewdrop.
“Yeah, most everyone is outside having fun,” Dewdrop replied, pulling the water ghoul closer to him. Rain sighed and cuddled close to him, keeping the comforter on top of them both as he wrapped his arms around Dewdrop’s middle.
“So it’s just us two inside then?” Rain asked, adjusting himself so that he laid comfortably on top of Dewdrop. The fire ghoul grunted and laid back on the couch. The water ghoul was cool to the touch but after a few moments of being held, he warmed up.
“Yup. Just us. I’m sure the rest of the pack will need warming up whenever they get inside,” Dewdrop said, running his fingers through Rain’s silvery hair. Still cool to the touch, but so pleasant to feel. The water ghoul purred happily, resting his head on his chest.
“They can lay by the fire. I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Rain murmured, wrapping his tail around Dewdrop’s waist for good measure.
There was no arguing with that. Dewdrop chuckled softly as he held the water ghoul close to his body. Having him here made him feel all the better. The others could play outside for as long as they wanted, but once they came asking to be warmed up, he was just going to direct them to the fireplace or they could help each other warm up.
“You gonna sleep over tonight, Dew? You know how cold it gets in the den when it snows,” Rain said, giving him a knowing look that made Dewdrop’s cheeks grow warm.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, babe. A sleepover sounds amazing,” he replied, pecking Rain on the cheek. The water ghoul sighed happily and nuzzled him back.
There was a notification from Dewdrop’s phone, but he ignored it. Another video of the ghoulettes losing at a snowball fight most likely. Instead, he grabbed the remote again and put on a random movie. Frozen.
“How fitting,” Rain crowed.
“I’m not like Elsa. The cold bothers the fuck out of me,” Dewdrop replied, making the water ghoul laugh before getting comfortable in his arms and the nest of blankets again.
“Is that Frozen I hear?” Copia asked no one in particular as he walked through one of the many hallways in the ministry. He had just come in from being outside and had gotten into a dry change of clothes. After making a visit to the kitchen where a large batch of hot chocolate was being made, he decided to walk around with his cup.
Most of the siblings and ghouls were still outside, but he noticed a few were missing. Rain and Dewdrop had to be somewhere in the ministry. Knowing them, they were probably curled up in front of a fire, but where they together?
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar song from that Disney movie and he decided to investigate. Some younger siblings were probably watching it together. Joining them wouldn’t hurt.
He came across an open doorway where the music was coming from and the smell of a fire. He smiled and looked in, taking a sip from his hot chocolate. He paused when he saw the sight before him.
Dewdrop and Rain were cuddled up on the couch, fast asleep in each other’s arms. Rain was on top of Dewdrop, his head poking out from the comforter that engulfed them both. Dewdrop looked crushed, but there was a pleasant smile on his face. Both ghouls looked so comfortable as they slept together, their purrs drowning out the movie. It would be a grave mistake to interrupt them to let them know about the hot chocolate.
“Ahh, how sweet,” Copia whispered. He wished he had his phone on him to take a picture of the ghouls, but he had left it with Sunshine who wanted to take pictures and videos when they were outside
He noticed the lights were still very bright in the room and he turned them off. The only light came from the fire that was slowly dying. Dewdrop could easily reignite whenever they woke up.
“Sogni d'oro. Sweet dreams, you two,” he said, turning to leave the ghouls alone.
#the band ghost#ghost band#nameless ghouls#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain x dewdrop#papa emeritus iv#papa copia#ghost fanfiction#fanfiction
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I'll sell you my soul if you write some soap fluff😭 literally anything I'm begging on my hands and knees
a/n: we all need it right now, btw for those who haven’t played or are waiting for mwiii, dw none of my writing will contain spoilers till it’s been out long enough that most people have done it all.
Soap:
he had been stressed out all day, tiring drills and long nights on night duty on a mission he didn’t want to even be on. It wasn’t anything important, simply a sniper mission that ghost needed backup on.
he had been pacing back and forth for HOURS until you could finally drag him into your tent, hugging him tightly and letting his tense muscles relax in your firm grasp. He cuddled you back, wrapping his arms around you softly and sighing into the crook of your neck.
you were his anchor. And you always will be, no matter how stressed he is you always find a way to bring him back to the moment with a soft warm touch of your hand against his own.
you and him sat like that silently for an hour, although it felt like an happy eternity, and eventually he started to cry, releasing all of his pent up stress and ranting in broken sentences about how tired he was from all the night-duty and working assignments he’s been put on recently.
you wiped his tears softly off from his cheeks with your thumbs, whispering soft words of love and endless endearment until he calmed down. Falling asleep In your arms and holding onto you tightly in his strong grip.
you would forever be his anchor. The thing that held him safe when his team and friends couldn’t.
#cod mw2#cod fic#requests open#luci44_writing#cod hcs#cod headcanons#headcannons#cod x reader#soap x reader#soap mactavish#soap cod#soap mw2#john soap mactavish#soap x y/n#soap x gn!reader#johnny mactavish#fluff#Mwiii hurt me.
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Is cucumber cold or warm blooded
is cucumbers bite venomous
Does cucumber have to cuddle for warmth in winter
If cucumber were to breed would they have a live birth or lay eggs (nothing weird I'm just curious)
Can cucumber sense heat through their tongue
I know cucumbers hail isn't that long but this is strong enough for that little nub to hold himself on a branch
What kind of snake is cucumber mixed with a poisonous variety of water snake a arboreal snake I'm curious I love snakes
Is cucumber a certain kind of cat other than just black of course
What is the color of cucumbers eyes
How old is said cucumber
How did Harper get cucumber
How did cucumber coming to existence
How do I sell my soul to cucumber
Is cucumber cold or warm blooded
Cucumber isn't cold blooded but he's much happier being extra warm
is cucumbers bite venomous
No
Does cucumber have to cuddle for warmth in winter
He doesn't have to, but Harper has a heated pet bed for him
If cucumber were to breed would they have a live birth or lay eggs (nothing weird I'm just curious)
Eggs
Can cucumber sense heat through their tongue
Yes, he can also sense where your wallet is and will steal it
I know cucumbers hail isn't that long but this is strong enough for that little nub to hold himself on a branch
His tail isn't long cause he's still at that baby kitten stage where their tails are just like... ^... It'll get longer and stronger as he gets older uvu
What kind of snake is cucumber mixed with a poisonous variety of water snake a arboreal snake I'm curious I love snakes
California Kingsnake!
Is cucumber a certain kind of cat other than just black of course
Dumpster cat
What is the color of cucumbers eyes
Orange
How old is said cucumber
Harper isn't sure... Probably young enough that he still needs parent permission to go on Neopets dot com
How did Harper get cucumber
Found him stuck in a pickle jar in the trash... Bonded over their jar related trauma u3u
How did cucumber coming to existence
When a mommy snat and a daddy snat love eachother very much... u3u
How do I sell my soul to cucumber
He prefers Venmo or Zelle
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♡︎Minjae Boyfriend Head Cannons♡︎
(ran out of storage before I could save a pic of him...)
(I'll update it in the future)
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FINALLY!! I'm writing for Xikers anyway every Wednesday I should post a boyfriend head cannon till I get all the members done then I'll start with the requests so please don't forget to leave a request but also don't forget to read my rules before requesting thank you!
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TW: protective Minjae : joke about selling someone's soul : mentions of passing out : Mentions of food : Mentions of Jealousy : mentions of getting hate : swearing : mentions of anxiety : pets :
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✶He is protective but not the overwhelming kind of protective
✶He loves cuddles like this man will sell his soul to cuddle with you at all times
✶If your an artsy person (like me) he would love to be apart of one of your creations or he'd love to watch you make your art (not in a creepy way-)
✶Nose kisses are his weakness he will literally pass out from how fast his heart is beating if you give him nose kisses
✶If you haven't had any food all day he will go out of his way and either share with you his food or go buy you food
✶Since he is apart of a big group you guys can't really go out on dates which doesn't bother him he loves at home dates to him it feels a lot more romantic and genuine
✶He loves matching outfits with you
✶Hes not really a jealousy type of person but maybe if the person tries hard enough to make him jealous then he will lose all emotion in his face and be extremely scary
✶He doesn't wanna reveal you to the fans till it's been a few years into both the relationship and his career since being a rookie and all he doesn't want you nor him to get a lot of hate
✶But if you two are in a public relationship he will protect you from the hate and make long posts about how amazing you are basically just telling the haters to shut the hell up
✶It took him a minute (by that I mean you'd probably have to be dating for awhile before he does) but eventually he introduced you to the members
✶If your like me and have really bad anxiety he will be the best comfort
✶If your a night owl he will force you to fix your sleep schedule no matter how much protests you make
✶If you have a pet he will take on the job of it being his 10th child
✶Since he is the leader he has experience in the "father" life so he'd take pretty good care of you
✶Very very very mature when meeting your parents I mean he has an entire mental list of the right things to do/say
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