#Ginger x Orion

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + Brown and Red Hair

#6teen #X Men Evolution #Ever After High #Class of the Titans #Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated #Total Drama #Gargoyles #Total Drama Revenge of the Island #As Told By Ginger #The Adventures of Tom Thumb and Thumbelina #Moments #Wyatt x Marlowe #Jean x Scott #Velma x Marcie #Janet x Bronson #Mike x Zoey #Jay x Theresa #David x Fox #Ginger x Orion #Tom Thumb x Thumbelina #Ashlynn x Hunter

[irulaan]

HOW FAR IT CAN BEND | REGULUS BLACK

— the way he loves was tainted since he was a child. it didn’t help that he always, subconsciously, desired everything his older brother could put a hand on.

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✧ PAIRING. regulus black x fem!reader

✧ WORD COUNT. 1.8k

✧ WARNINGS. low self esteem. mm slightly sirius black x reader. english isn’t my first language

You have been around them for a while, you knew them but never had a word with any of  the four boys. Lily Evans, a fierce girl, whose personality and intelligence was paired with ginger hair and bright viridian eyes, had a few words with you, at a potion class. And her  good nature ignored the fact you were usually linked to a pure blood fanatic, Regulus Black. 

On said occasion, her words kept slipping through her mouth—she was surprised by your kindness and the way you’ve carried a light conversation about the day’s topic, since she expected you to be a complete asshole. She believed you could be a good friend, a good partner at class—as your intellect matched her own. Over the following weeks, she kept looking for you to start banal conversations, about classes, about anything. It was about time to meet her friends.

Three of them had a study meeting with Lily Evans, and they adored the girl, they won’t say no. “I think she’s Regulus' girlfriend?” James has said, when yours and Lily's blooming friendship became a topic. 

Sirius snorted, “Pff, that spineless idiot could never have a girlfriend. Haven’t I told you he's as cold as my progenitors? The only way he’s getting to that point is if they arrange something” He was unusually so bittersweet about his brother’s affairs. Since he stopped caring a long time ago. 

James smiled at his behavior, laid his books down on the table. And sat across Sirius and Remus. “We just saw them” 

“Maybe she pity him?” He earned a round of laughs. Remus had shocked his head, covering his eyes with a large hard at Sirius’ nonsense. 

“Yeah, most likely” James mocked him.

Remus eyes’ caught his ginger friend arm in arm with her new friend, you. “Speaking of the devil…” He said, warning his friends. 

They liked you in a beat. Sirius' first impression was that you were a complete opposite to his younger brother. You laughed at their lighthearted jokes and had a focused expression while they explained some of their pranks. It was nice and refreshing to have you around, it wasn’t always, but it was often enough to have a sense of proximity. A belief and a feeling you were a friend to all of them. Your first impression of Sirius was meh—nothing less, nothing more than you expected. He had the most charming personality, an ounce of his attention was enough to make you feel like a radiant sun—a fake one tho. You knew his ways with girls, how they would fall to his feet with a smirk and a mischievous grin. Your confused feelings constantly met a wall when you saw his interactions with a potential love interest, even if it’d last a few weeks—days even. 

Regulus Black had collected the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend on a sunny, fresh spring morning — just a month before summer holidays. It was a question you have been expecting since you realized your romantic feelings for him, months ago. It was easy since he let you into his softe, most vulnerable side. Where you learned about his terrors and insecurities. Where you learned his need for reassurance —that you like him, that you love him— has its roots in his abused childhood, where his parents deprived him of pure and sincere affection, only praising him when he did things Walburga and Orion thought were correct. His way of understanding of love was tainted by his emotional baggage—it was something you thought you could work on together.

Four Gryffindor boys saw you both hand in hand, kissing in public. You didn’t see them, as your eyes could only lay on the boy staring lovingly at you. You were both in love. That love you crave and envy when you’re young and wild, a love seemingly pure and sincere at the surface, one that couldn’t be marred by anything or anyone, but one that was cursed by the first shared glance. You'd have to scavenge a bit to find its rotting foundations. That day Lily Evans and her kind self gave you a cold shoulder unmatched by the concern and guilt in her eyes. They boys didn’t acknowledge your presence. It lasted—and continued for a week, until you couldn’t bear with it.

You were glad you found the group hanging in the common room. Your presence was noticed at first by James, who tried to escape when his eyes met yours, Lily held his hand, keeping  him in his place.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Sirius received a whiplash when he turned when he heard your voice. Now, all of them stared at you. “Like if i made a mistake i would want to apologize, but i don’t know what i did” Your distressed tone and how your voice broke were enough to make the older Black brother feel a pang of guilt. Like a stab at his heart by his own hand. Because it doesn’t matter how hurt he was when he saw you and Regulus’ holding hands—it didn’t matter because now he had hurt you, by isolating you from them, your friends. Thinking you did something wrong. 

The sand-like haired boy shared a quick look with Sirius, as saying you, and only you can fix this. It was his responsibility. “It’s okay, i’ll explain to her” He had said and the rest of them flew out of the room in a blink. 

Now alone, he had focused on your red rimmed eyes, on how you bite the insides of your mouth. “I’m sorry”

You let out a humorless laugh, “What does that mean?”

His breath faltered, “I shouldn’t have done this—I was angry I guess” You nodded, confused. “I don’t know how to say this, huh” 

To catch Sirius Black struggling to find some words was a spectacle—nor of you enjoying it. It fueled your anxiety and desires to run back to Regulus’ soft gaze, the one he gave you when you told him you were going to fix whatever you’ve done. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you should have let the time work it out for you. 

“Sirius, you’re scaring me, please,” You tilted your head, getting close to him. It destroyed him—your fucking worried eyes. 

“I liked you, and you ran to my brother’s arms!” His tone was harsh, and he crossed his arms in his chest when you shot him a confused look. Like a spoiled child, who wants something he can’t have.

“So you decided to not talk to me again, without saying anything?” He couldn’t utter a word, he felt dizzy, even. He couldn’t understand how he was in that situation. “You know, I liked you too, for a while, but I knew if I told you, you’d have broken my heart. That’s who you are” 

He breathed in, appearing trapped. “It was different with you!”

“How—how was it different? —No, you know what, save it. I didn’t deserve any  this” You pointed furiously your index finger in his direction. 

He bit his lip. He would rather see you angry than put up with your understanding side. He hurted you, and maybe he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, for now. “Sorry, it's not gonna happen again. Don’t know what else I can do” 

So he didn’t do anything.

Summer came over, distancing you from them. You tried to close the wound, because they never apologized, and Sirius did a terrible job at it. But it didn’t matter anymore, because  you probably won’t see them again. They graduated and you’ve heard James and Lily were trying to have a baby—feeling the need to leave something behind. You were afraid to reach for them, to send a letter congratulating them, to know what they’d do now. You missed Lily and developed a hate for Regulus’ older brother and his poor emotion management. A feel that grew everyday like an undergrowth, one you watered with self doubt.

“I knew he liked you,” Regulus’ had confessed some time after. “He stared at you as if you were a piece of meat. Another girl he can ruin and then left” 

You wouldn’t have suspected anything if his eyes wouldn’t give him away  — he felt guilty.

Your breath wavered at the realization, and Regulus knew. “You’re cruel, I’ve been in love with you for months and you only asked me to be your girlfriend because you saw Sirius as a threat?” Your voice was delicate, slow but unsteady, as your own insecurities jeopardize your calm.

Regulus had shook his head rapidly, with a mind ridden by guilt. “I felt the same, I was just scare you didn’t want me that way—He just made me realize I had so save you” 

You snorted. “Pff, Save me?” 

His head gave up, hanging low, avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry I was wrong, please don’t be angry at me” He begged in a low tone, barely audible. But it was sincere and ras.

“I’m not—“

“—Nor disappointed” You smiled. It was real Regulus. It was Regulus’ realizing his decayed stability. And you had promised you'd go through this. 

Warm hands greeted his cold, sharp cheeks. Held his head and mind—quite literally. “I’m not, Reggie,” It was heaven, as your thumbs traced his cheekbones. “I’m just sad, you needed — you waited until someone gave me attention to act. You wouldn’t have said anything…” In such a short time your self deprecating ruminations had leaked through your conscious mind. But you won’t unfold your heart in this situation. 

His head lingered near your shoulder, craving more of your touch, but so afraid to ask for more than he thought he deserved. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, can you forgive me?” He kept apologizing, not raising his voice. 

You push his head up. You hadn’t expected to find tears at the edge of his silver eyes. “You’re forgiven, just don’t do that again, please” Like a caged animal set free, his arms snaked around your torso, flushing you against him. But it wasn’t enough—he craved more. 

Shoving his nose into your shoulder, Regulus had tried to remember your scent. To have it forever stuck in his mind. “I’ll try. I’ll do anything” A short silence filled your ears. “Do—do you still love me?” He muffled against the upper side of your left collarbone. 

You placed a short, tender kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Reggie” A promise, it was a promise. All you could do was give, give everything to him.

Foundations putrid and all, when pieces fell, they’d remain together glued by the sweet but dangerous desire of being needed and to need each other. Glued by three-word promises. 

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#regulus black x reader #regulus black x reader angst #regulus black #sirius black x reader #timotheé chalamet x reader #marauders era

[best-character-named-x-poll]

Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday. Run by @femmehysteria

please send suggestions via ask so i can see them, replies get lost in the notes. I reply chronologically so very sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 169: Kitty

Round 170: Alex

Round 171: Sophie

Round 172: Jake

Round 173: Ellie

Round 174: Leo

Round 175: Annie

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Clark, Phoebe, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Michael, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Chris, Otto, Donald, Todd, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Diego, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Joy, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, River, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Leela, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Liesel, Zelda, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Anna, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Margo, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Edmund, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Wally, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Harvey, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Rusty, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Cain, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Nicole, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Jean (french), Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Adrian, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Elle, Julian, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Constance, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Dylan, Chad, Moe, Dean, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Piper, Gabriel, Owen, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Ayesha, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Tanya, Cameron, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Wolf, Orlando, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Irma, Lara, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Harriet, Abraham, Ragnar, Rupert, Ella, Destiny, Wendy, Bernard, Hero, Drew, Anita, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Rita, Blair, Hugo, Ike, Gaius, Lance, Lois, Riley, Shane, Cliff, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Jed, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mick, Mike, Heather, Trixie, Amber, Bailey, Esme, Ada, Briar, Puck, Eden, Annette, Letitia, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Marlene, Lex, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Tsukasa, Octavia, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Yukari, Dinah

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

#best character named x #poll #poll game

[thatblackravenclaw]

Oh baby

Masterlist

wolfstar x fem!reader

word count: 943

warning(s): pregnancy, fluff, peter is actually a good guy but barely mentioned.

“Do you ever wonder who he’ll look like?” I ask Sirius.

“Oh, Me. No doubt.” He responds while caressing my stomach.

“Yeah, right.” Remus says from the kitchen.

He walks out and sits on the other side of me.

“He’s obviously going to look like me.” Remus continues.

I roll my eyes at the statement. They’re going to be very upset men when the baby comes out looking like me. He’ll probably have Sirius attitude though.

Something that I will always wonder is who’s sperm got me pregnant. Weird thought, I know, but I can’t help it. Like, who’s sperm was fastest? I bet I could make them argue about it.

“Hey, guys?”

“What’s up babe?” Remus asks.

“Who’s sperm do you think got me pregnant?”

There’s a pregnant (no pun intended) pause.

“Well, it was obviously mine.”

“OBVIOUSLY??!!” Sirius blurts out.

“Yeah? We both know that my swimmers are better than yours.”

And then the argument ensues for the next five minutes. I admit it was very funny at first, but now I’m hungry.

“Who would love to be my favorite husband and get me food?”

“I thought you had no favorites?” Remus states with a smile pulling in the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t, but whoever gets Orion food will be my first official favorite.”

Only a second passes before both of them apparate. About ten seconds later Sirius is back in the room.

“What is it you said you wanted, my love?” He says with an over the top grin.

“I didn’t, but since you actually came back.. I want bangers and mash with exactly 3 bangers from that one in the hole place in London, Butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks, and Ginger Newts from Madam Puddifoot’s.”

He winks at me before apparating again.

I feel a kick as I sing Orion’s favorite song. I can’t help but smile as I continue singing while laying my hand on my stomach to feel him. A few seconds later I feel another kick, but on the other side of my stomach. That can’t be right. Maybe I’m just buggin.

Another kick stops my train of thought. That’s it. I grab the house phone while also grabbing my coat. As soon as my coat is halfway on, I dial Lily’s number.

“Uhm, hi?” Lily says as she picks up the phone.

“Hey babe! What you up to?

“Oh, just was in the bed with James..”

“Baby making?” I ask with a smirk.

“Maybe.” She responds, stretching out the last syllable.

“Aw I’m sorry. Would you hate me so if I asked you guys to wait one more day?”

“A little. Depends on why.”

“I’m kinda, sorta, maybe about to give birth and my husbands aren’t here.

In no time her and James are outside with their car. I sit in the back seat and apologize profusely. I’m surprised we don’t get in a wreck with how fast Lily was driving.

James helps me out of the car once we’re outside of the hospital.

“So.. any chance you guys will name the baby after me if you have a girl?” I poke at James.

“You’re already the godmother.” He says as we walk inside.

“And?”

We walk up to the counter before he can answer. Can’t believe he’s trying to get out of naming their daughter after me.

“Hello! Y/n Lupin-Black. I talked to Doctor Pettigrew on the phone.”

“Right! Just sit in the wheelchair and someone will assist you in a sec.”

It takes but a few moments before I’m being wheeled off to the room.

I sit for about five minutes before I see a head poke through the door.

“How’s my favorite patient?” She asks as she sits on the stool next to the bed.

“This baby isn’t due for another week, Laura.” I respond, clearly irritated.

“So fantastic? Great! We’re just gonna do a quick ultrasound.”

She puts the gel on my stomach and picks up the transducer.

I sigh before speaking.

“How’s Peter?”

“He’s fine. In the break room right now in case you do end up popping tonight.”

“Ha ha.” I express dryly.

As she moves the transducer around my stomach I see her face scrunch up in confusion.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask. I feel my heart drop to my stomach. It can’t be anything too bad, right? If there was something wrong with the baby.

“Well, pretty lady. It seems like you’re either having twins or an alien with four feet.”

I don’t get enough time to react before I hear rapid footsteps come into the room. Sirius is holding a brown bag while holding Remus’ hand. They look at me and I can’t help the biggest smile from spreading across my face.

“We’re having twins.” I say to them.

“YOU’RE HAVING TWINS??” I hear from the hall.

In comes James and Lily.

“One of them better have my middle name.” James says.

“Just because you have to endure the middle name Fleamont doesn’t mean one of our sons should have to.” Remus says with a laugh.

“I resent that.” James pouts.

“Besides. As much as I appreciate you guys driving me here, I already have their names picked out.”

After 31 hours of labor, I finally get to meet my perfect boys, Orion Reggie Lupin-Black and John Apollo Lupin-Black.

“I must ask.. Why Apollo?” James says as he hold John.

“First moon landing, moon, Remus.”

They all pause and just look at me.

“I’m naming the next one.” He says.

“The next one?? You must be having it. Now, give me my baby since you decided to be mean.”

#wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar fic #wolfstar x you #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar prompt #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x fem!reader #harry potter fluff

[ashes-writing]

a w a k e | harry potter ; g.weasley

|| taglist, babes + rules/about + send ?s + masterlist wip + kinktober 22 ||

** Graphics & headers made by me, thanks to google and pinterest. This prompt comes from this list by sxcret-garden, huuuge thanks for their amazing prompt list. Go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡 ; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕

Summary ;

---George Weasley loves to wake you up by burying his head between your thighs.

Pairing ;

George Weasley x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, oral sex (m.giving), body fluids, biting/marking, kissing, pet names, dirty talk -if you squint, George is giving v.v soft!dom here imo, finger fucking, teasing, a hint of edging. George is post Hogwarts here and so is reader.

Taglist ;

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@aurumbelis

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@multi-fandom-lover7667

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@scoobiessnacks

You’re rolled onto your back and the ginger in bed with you has you pinned beneath him in the blink of an eye, your hands pinned above your head against the pillow beneath you. You’re giggling when the warmth of his breath fans against your neck just before he bites down and follows the bite with the tenderest of kisses, you’re starting to squirm beneath him which in turn, makes the bed creak long and slow beneath your bodies. 

“Shh. You’ve got t’ be quiet, darling.” George is saying that you have to be quiet but the warm and humorous glint in big brown eyes suggests clearly that he wants anything but silence from you. His lips traverse down your neck. His free hand is caught in the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him long ago and wear often to sleep and he’s pushing it up and out of his way. Once he’s moved away a little so you can sit up and then he’s pulled the shirt off, you’re pushed back against the mattress gently, a soft laugh leaving your lips because his hair’s grazed a ticklish spot on your mid section. 

“George.” you mumble quietly as his tongue outlines your navel, sending a shiver racing through your entire being. Your breath hangs in your throat as his teeth catch on the waistband of cotton panties, tugging them down as he growls up at you quietly. As he uses his teeth to tug down your panties, the further down your leg he goes, the more distracted he gets in the journey. Stopping for a minute too long on your inner thighs, his tongue dragging over soft and slick flesh, lips locking against a patch of it. You whimper before you can stop the sound and you feel his grin form against your skin. “George! Baby.” your whine shatters the silence of the bedroom and he pauses, glancing up at you. He makes his way back up your body, hooking a thin finger in the strappy sides of your underwear, tearing them out of the way with one tug. They settle on the bedroom floor and he settles his full weight into you, snickering at the sleepy little sigh of content you give at feeling his warmth and his weight against your body. 

His mouth crashes against yours until you’re left struggling to remember to breathe as he ruts himself against you and groans into the kiss. Chuckling as the kiss breaks and he pulls away, pressing his forehead down into yours for a few seconds. “You’re goin’ t’ drive me crazy, love.”

“Some would argue you’re already there, George.” you tease back gently. This gets you a soft nip to the top of your tits and he’s making his way back down your body again, settled between your thighs. His arms tucked beneath each of your thighs, spreading you open for him as he fixes his gaze on your pussy, already dripping. His tongue skims over your throbbing sex and you curl a hand in ginger hair, giving the gentlest of tugs to urge him onward. “Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.” he mumbles, the way his breath fans against your skin tickles so you giggle out the response, “George, baby.. Don’t… tease…” your eyes fluttering open and closed as his tongue drags over your clit, circling the bundle of nerves again, and then again, until you’re whining in need and trying to push at the top of his head to push his mouth down lower.

His hand clutches your hip, holding you against the bed and at his mercy, only he has none. His tongue is buried inside you now and while he’s using one hand to hold you flat, the other hand is in use, three fingers working you open as they fuck into you slow and deep. Playing you like you’re his favorite instrument and your whines and moans are his favorite song to hear.

“Oh!” your back arches up a little, your hand curling in shaggy ginger hair as  you tug at it and try anything you can think of to get the friction you’re craving just to hold off your orgasm a little bit longer. You’re trying so hard to hold back, to be quiet, to be a good girl for him that you’re practically shaking and you can feel tears as they sting at your eyes. 

George stops to gaze up at you, the way your cheeks flush and your tongue drags over pillowy lips as you rock yourself towards his every touch and movement. You’re getting that fucked out and dazed look in your eyes and he’s so turned on by it, rutting against the bed because he’s not sure how much longer he can stand it til he has to be buried to the hilt inside you. His fingers dig against soft and bare skin where he has his hand rested until you can feel ache settle in. He uses his grip to tilt your hips upward and he’s buried his tongue even deeper inside of you.

“The way you taste is my favorite thing in the world, woman.” he mutters, voice gravel and silk against your pussy as it throbs with need. “George, please!”

He chuckles, the sound against your cunt sending a pleasurable shiver racing through you as he mutters quietly, “Well alright love, I suppose if you just can’t wait…” granting you permission just in time because your orgasm is shattering you and you’re rocking yourself clumsy against his mouth as he starts to pull himself up your body, kissing every inch of skin between your cunt and your mouth before finally crashing his lips against yours, letting the taste of yourself fill your own mouth as he settles himself down into your body, pinning you below him and ruts himself against you just so that you can feel every.single.inch.. 

#george weasley #george weasley smut #george weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley x fem!reader #kinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #<- minors i thinketh the fuck not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- female reader ; vague description (female parts)

[carewyncromwell]

original background picture // edited with help from Lunapic // main musical accompaniment while working on this

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“Carewyn!” She turned around, her ginger hair flourishing behind her as if in slow motion. A man had just leapt off the back of a carriage he’d been hanging off of without the driver’s knowledge and was now running toward her. Carewyn squinted, taking in his unfamiliar dark ponytail and sailor’s clothes – then, within seconds, she recognized the handsomely smiling, bearded face and his shining, galaxy-like eyes. “Orion?” she breathed. Her heart seemed to seize up, as if it were being squeezed in someone’s hand and yet being given wings at the exact same time. Then she threw herself into a run, and it slammed against her rib cage, as she ran to him, flat-out ignoring how her knees kept getting caught in her hoops and her heeled shoes pinched her feet. “Orion – ORION!” She just about tripped into his arms. Orion caught her and swooped down on her, burying his face in her hair. “Carewyn…” he murmured against her neck. “Orion,” said Carewyn. Her voice was strained with the effort of trying to contain her joy. It felt like she was being stretched at the seams and probably could’ve exploded from all the intense emotions beating at the edges of her heart.

~POTC AU, Act II, Part XII: Reunited

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D'aww...don't we all love happy endings? 🥹 I absolutely loved doing this "take two" on my POTC babies' final looks --

-- though I set this moment a bit earlier than the original sketch, since I wanted to experiment more with angles and I felt more confident in depicting a more full embrace. (It's times like this where I really am happy I spent so much time during the pandemic actively practicing my art -- however painfully conscious as I am that I'm still a complete amateur when it comes to art and however much I'll probably always pick apart everything I've ever created and will create, I can't help but feel proud, seeing how far I've come. I mean, that original sketch is from December 23, 2020! That's really just over four years!!) And it also has been so fun revisiting this AU that I had so much fun putting together with so many other creators and will probably always have a soft spot for, both considering how big the project got and how much it tapped into my utter adoration for both the Pirates of the Caribbean films and the historical Golden Age of Piracy overall.

Love you all! Hope you have a magical day...and keep a weather eye on the horizon 💚

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #potc au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #oh yeah! carewyn's dress is based off katrina van tassel's last black and white dress from sleepy hollow #...just because I love that dress and it very vaguely fit the period XDD #I imagine that when carewyn and orion got back to their new place orion would've gotten a little emotional #bc for the first time he has a *home!* #doesn't matter how small and cramped it is -- doesn't matter if carewyn and orion's room ends up being the loft with a low ceiling #that loft has the perfect view of the harbor and the ships coming in #and there are plenty of warm blankets put up there to keep warm with #so orion loves it <3

[aimlovesmusic]

All named Zoophobia NGs

All the names will have links to the characters bio once it has been written

D= designed

RD= needs an update

N= no design

F= complete

Main series

Ronnie / Josh/ Hailey / Vinnie / Lilith ( Tom x Taylor x Bozzwick ) F

Keslie(Kez)/ Callie ( Penelope x Daphne ) F

Jay / Lannie / Lake / Susie ( Damian x Elijah ) F

Varian ( Kayla x Jolene ) Kayla? F

Aj ( Summer + Bambi ) queer platonic F

Jamie ( Autumn x Rusty ) F

Oasis / Thyme / Quil / ( Winter x Pepper x Ink ) F

Chelsea ( Ronaldo x Tentadora ) F

Monica / Delaian ( Tentadora + Styx ) F

Raspberry / Jace ( Zechariah x Fabian ) F

Lacey ( Zechariah + Queen ) RD

Jessie ( Mia x Roxanne ) F

Cinnamon / Song ( Ava x Vincent ) F

Julian ( Wynne x Hart ) F

June ( Venus’s offspring ) N

Lexa / Jubilie ( Cierra x Quiver ) RD/D

Antonio / Jordan ( Jubilie x Kimberly x Camilla ) F

Daniel ( Maple x Baltimore ) F

Jasmine ( Jojo x Kate ) F

Ivory ( Adina + Sabrina ) F

Tim ( Krisstina x Destiny ) F

Zenna ( Sahara x Zamir ) F

Diana ( Addison + Gustav ) F

Chives ( Jack x Addison ) F

Carter ( Orion x Utina ) F

Mist ( Jamille’s daughter ) F

Eliza ( Hilda x Evalyn ) F

Maple ( Kaycee + Vanganza ) Raised by Lauretta D

Pierce ( Vanganza x Simon ) F

Maria / Jerico / Eliza ( Alanzo x Jackie ) F

Moira ( Mirage x Phinese ) F

Zinnia / Zephirine / Periwinkle ( Jill x Nique ) F

Danny ( Zill x Priscilla ) F

Nadia ( Max x Alexis ) F

Trix ( Nathan x Shane ) RD

Koi ( Celestine’s daughter ) F

Shawn ( Olivia’s son) F

Cyan / Sophie ( Christina x Tam x Mackenzie ) F

Colt ( Spam x Kiki ) F

Ressie / Kim / Leo (spam + vanexa ) F

Lana / crow / thrush / Kira ( Vanexa x Spring ) N

Parrot ( Raven x Jayjay ) F

Apricot ( Perci x Malcom ) N

Pearl ( Francesca x Xinith ) F

Laura ( Lenny x Rosemary ) F

Cola pop ( Max x Nightingale ) F

Sage / Lime / Fennel ( Mint’s son) F

Neo ( Whitney’s kid ) F

Joana/Roxanna/jolene/johnny/Jerome/Tessa( Salems brotherJeremy x selk ) F

Yew / Nightshade ( Ribbon + Greta.OC ) F

Artemis ( Athena + Castello ) F

Tyson (Snake x Opal) F

Perry (Calvin x Quinton) F

75/86

11 to do

Alt

Unnamed NG ( Xavior x Loreai ) no design yet

Ginger ( Ribbon x Fantasia ) D

Devin (Kayla x Zill ) D

Paige (Jack x Jill)

Unnamed NG (Summer x Pepper)

#zoophobia #venix zp #aaaaaaah long list #damn i have so many designs still to go

[kirascottage]

Phone sex/ guided mastrubation with sirius😩

one phone call away

sirius black x f. reader

summary: sirius is on vacation while he gets horny, the only way to fix that is through the phone.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: modern!au, phone sex, guided/mutual masturbation (fingering and jerking off), swearing, praise literally so much praise, insinuations of switch!reader and switch!sirius, light d/s roles, nipple play, pet names

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Sirius once thought, a rather unusual one, as to why he couldn’t have summers like Phineas and Ferb. Mind you, at the time he was around the age of seven and he could barely hold a wand properly; but even then he was still envious.

As of now, or around his age group per-say, he realized why most summers were dull (Family gatherings and fancy balls were consistently a dud.) And the only time he actually enjoyed school was when he was laughing off with his mates or spending time with his girlfriend.

The noble Black family was notorious for their out-of-town ‘vacations’ as a Muggle would call It, or even other Wizard families that weren’t in the same circle as the most ancient and respected Sacred 28 families.

Rather, there were excluded, private meetings on islands with glistening palm trees and waves beyond compare exclusively for only the purest of wizards with forged ink on their arms complying to their master (Load of shit In Sirius’ opinion) but that wasn’t concerning to Walburga and Orion’s son’s.

Most people would have boasted at the rare opportunity to be on a private Island with magic. (You claimed It was similar, based on pictures, to the Islands on Bachelor In Paradise.) But, It assuredly wasn’t anything extraordinary to Sirius.

He felt as if he was merely tagging along with his parents as they forewarned him to sit straight and greet his cousins. Andromeda rolled her eyes at the formalities but pursued as they had been typically served by house-elves severely shaking to the brim in fear.

Sirius’ only escape being through mindless conversations through text or call, as well as sleeping through the moonlit night and well into the dewy morning. His parents valiantly attempted to reprimand him for his childlike behaviors as they entitled It, but it was no use as their son really could not give a shit.

The sun was dawning on the palisade of day, peeking through the sheer onyx curtains that reflected directly onto his sheen mattress. Sirius proceeded to whine like a child at the beaming light almost prying his eyelids open, his brother well out of bed exploring the area nearby while Sirius dawned on his rest.

Sirius squinted sluggishly as his overgrown, brunet tuffs fell over his eyes; his hands immediately retreating to the phone charging on his nightstand, the time and date reading July 7th, 8:57 AM.

You had texted him an hour prior as you had been working on waking up early in the morning for some sort of ‘Morning Routine’ that you had been working on since the summer began barely a few weeks prior.

3 new messages from — angel

07:57 — angel: morning fucker :)

07:57 — angel: text me when you wake up

07:58 — angel: or i’ll come to that beachy place ur at and i’ll chop off your hair

In the meantime between your awakening and his, you had seemingly done fine in the early hours of the morning; you had caught up on your rewatch of Gilmore Girls as well as updated Lily on Chad Michael Murray's relationship status typing, “Lily he’s thirty-nine and married.” but she simply replied with a Spotify link to the song, ‘Age Ain’t Nothing but a Number’ by Aaliyah. Stubborn ginger.

His fingers had dangled over the glowing screen for a few moments as he scanned the messages, repeatedly blinking to get the morning blear out of his eyes whilst shifting his sideways position onto his back. He laid back on his spine for a few moments before peering cautiously over the blankets and noticing a slight curvature in the comforter, his brows threading at the tent before groaning dismally.

Morning Wood.

“Fuck me,” He grumbled amid another mighty groan. His thumbs hastily danced across the screen in direct reply.

3 new messages from — sirius <3

09:01 — sirius <3: good morning to you too puppy

09:01 — sirius <3: remind me to never let you near my luscious hair

09:02 — sirius <3: call me

Practically immediately after the read receipt flew under his text an incoming call began to chime across his screen. The nickname ‘angel’ appearing on such; he smirked at the familiar sight of the nickname. The pad of his thumb flew to the green circle and immediately pressed the device to his ear where he was met with your voice.

“You’re up rather early. Special occasion or could you just not wait to talk to me?” You gently teased through the phone, almost completely oblivious as to Sirius’ intentions through the phone call; the time difference between the both of you was almost minimal so it had been morning from your precise location to his.

Even though you had been awake for the preceding hour, you had yet to leave your all too comfortable bed. Your fingers mindlessly playing with the null strings on your sleep shirt whilst grinning triumphantly to yourself at the rasp in his low baritone as he greeted you.

“Hush. You know I always wanna talk to you.” He spoke truthfully into his phone, earnestly hoping your voice would detour his thoughts south from his rather inappropriate dream, especially on a family outing, but the teasing tone in your voice only heightened his… Issue.

“I’m going to choose to use my Intuition and disagree with that statement because I highly doubt you have already called James this morning to give him his routine hugs and kisses through the phone. I can smell lies through the phone, Sirius Black. You’re up to something.” Your voice was almost sung in the concluding line of your sentence.

He merely shook his head as if you could see but rather adjusted himself again, this time against the headboard as he spoke.

“Just... missed you.” His voice rasped lowered as he trailed off, his nervous fingers flew to his eyes to rub the trailing remainders of sleep out of them.

“Uh-huh.” You speculatory spoke into the phone, your irises one focused on the minimal peaking of the sun's rays through your lilac curtains, a similar view to Sirius.’ Although Sirius’ palm was now eerily grasping at his clothed bulge.

“Oh, shut it.” He grunted into the phone. You already had gathered somewhat of an idea as to what he was up to.

“Mhmm,” You hummed into the mobile phone. You waited as the moment of breathless silence had passed and was filled with a wanton groan at his thumb grazing the material over his tip.

Your breath hitched at the noise, instantly recalling the creak in the front doorway as it shut twenty minutes prior as your family had left that morning to visit your grandparent’s house as you had offered to watch your pets; leaving you home alone.

“I need you,” Sirius had practically whined into the glowing device. “—Please, baby.” He begged as his voice stumbled over his words. You practically inhaled the next few breaths of air like a vacuum at his wordless request. “And what would you like me to do, Sirius?” Breathily, you queried as to your next move; your fingers prodding at the material of your shirt.

“Want you to touch your pretty tits, angel.” He lethargically requested— too distracted on relieving himself to stern up his voice— his deft fingers carefully prying his cock out of the flimsy material of his boxers and his palm finally wrapping around his thickening girth.

Your voice faltered at his words, the unnerving territory being discovered whilst your fingers had managed to beneath your top. Your fingers steadily managed their way past your stomach to the peaks of your breast, gently taking your thumb and your forefinger pinching at the swelling flesh.

Your breath hitched. A sufficient indication of your actions.

“Good girl.”

Your head managed to jerk against the bedpost behind you, your fingers still pinching at the swollen bud as he spoke.

“You remember how I touch you, yeah?” He slowly inquired, His hearing cranked up to dire extremity as he undoubtedly heard a faint gasp come from the other line. “Be slow, puppy. Be grateful I'm letting you touch yourself.” Sirius had grunted while his hand had managed to retain a mindful pace as he had pumped at his enlarging cock.

Mewling at his words a raspy chuckle was reciprocated on the other end of the line from your phone. Another mumble rolled merrily off his tongue as he spoke.

“Want you to just touch that pretty, little cunt of yours how I do.” Your fingers removing themselves from your top and residing themselves beneath your undergarments as he said to do so.

His patience was thinning till a low whimper vibrated through his phone, your eager fingers warily circling the swollen button once, moaning as you remained friction against your engorged clit.

“Being so good for me, poppet.”

You panted amid his lengthening groans, a slurred sentence escaping his lips wasn't quite detectable. Your fingers had inevitably continued to spread yourself to the maximum extent, the pads of your two fingers circling your clit again in a quicker fashion. This time in a conscious efforts to please him.

The stimulated nerves in your system were increasingly rising, his guidings muttered languidly over the phone as your leading digits pulsed through you as they slickly drifted between your walls. His slurred praises steadied in synchronization with your keen wails that rapidly occurred from one end of the phone to the next.

“Those pretty noises, baby, fuck—” Your mouth practically hung at the slight praise as your eager fingers were slick inside your cunt. You closed your eyes as he spoke, your fingers slipping as the phone was lethargically gripped in your palm and a mumbling sentence of words jumbled off your tongue.

“Use your words.” He ordered sternly whilst the firm grip on his cock was rapidly inclining at the pulsing pressure bound to release within the next few moments.

“Sirius.” You mumbled incoherently.

“Come on, baby. Speak up.”

“Just— wish you could touch me.” Your voice was hushed as you panted, your fingers delving further between the walls of your cunt. Your mind had begun scrambling, a rousing warmth dancing around your cheeks as you were barely mindful of the lewd acts you were committing just in the early hours of the morning.

“Such a good listener.” His praising words were barely audible as he praised your actions without even looking at you, his words coming out in breathy sighs as he commended.

His eyes were shut as well. He was using the best of his blurred imagination to pretend the rough calloused edges of his palm were the soft pads of your hands wrapped around his cock as you egged him on denying him. He groaned deeply as he readjusted his pace to his liking, your distinctive voice breaking his focus.

“Siri— Sirius, I’m gonna... I’m gonna come, please.”

“Come for me, baby.” He paused. “Fuck. C’mon now, darling.”

Gingerly curling your fingers in your cunt your legs shook beneath your wrinkled comforter while the breaching coil had snapped like a stretched elastic in your belly. A simple coil of euphoria delving over your visage, manipulating your muscles by the appendages that were squeezed between your cunt had begun working to an end.

Your back revealed a characteristic curve as it arched across the headboard and miniature pellets of sweat dressed your hairline. Approaching your end, you heaved forceful breaths that progressed whilst the device gradually slipped between your fingertips.

Your vocal cords had practically ceased to an end as Sirius’ bobbing hand had continued and your hand had withdrawn itself from your shorts. Your hand sprawled itself across your navel whilst his mewling groans had exceeded.

“Want you to come f’me, Sirius.”

“Oh, fuck.” That was all he muttered between gritted teeth as the thumb had jerked across the tip of his shaft. His neck lost all function in keeping itself upright now leant fully against the headboard as he was tentatively approaching his releasing point.

The disgruntled whines listening to your voice only increased from his trachea as he progressed and the tightening twitch in his cock began to release like a flood gate that had been barred and now ultimately reached its undenying release.

He impatiently muttered the words ‘baby, baby, baby’ under his breath ever so shrill. The firm octave of his voice is almost dismembered and replaced with a whining submissive that’s begging piteously for punishment till he groaned out and his eyelids were barely cracked open.

“Shit. That was…” Sirius reluctantly began to trail off before you had cut him off.

“New.”

He languorously laughed at your breathy articulation. Sufficiently clearing his throat, he rolled his eyes at the fact he would be inevitably forced to clean his sheets as using magic outside of school premises was banned and Regulus finding his little mess would be much more than traumatizing.

“We should do that—“ Your throat was cleared over the other side of the line as an ice breaker, “—More often.”

You both hesitated a moment as the silence was filled with palpated hearts and heaving breaths, a small chime ringing through your phone on his end. “Hold on, baby. Gimme a sec.”

3 new messages from — jimjam pothead

09:46 — jimjam pothead: no good morning kisses?!

09:46 — jimjam pothead: if ur doing what i think ur doing … ur fucking nasty mate

09:52 — jimjam pothead: also i think lily has a crush on someone named chad?? is there a chad in Gryffindor?

“My God.” Sirius snorted, cradling the phone back up to his ear. “What is it?” You spoke amid your embarrassed laughter. “James, It’s fucking James.”

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[weasel-b33]

I've just seen your James Potter story and its so good! I;m not sure if you're taking requests but if you are maybe a post Azkaban Sirius x younger reader (reader is like tonk's age)?

OMFG BABES IM SO SORRY I JUST SAW THIS AHHH

i don't think this is very good, but i hope i did your request some justice.

THANKS SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE SUPPORT AHHH

Green With Envy 

Warnings: age gap (reader is same age as tonks/charlie weasley), fluff, kissing, cursing (i think?), angst? if you squint? its really just jealous siri

Opening the door to the London home, 12 Grimmauld Place, you are met with an instant scene of chaos.

Fred and George, whom you have grown to love over the many years of knowing their older brothers, chase around a fifteen year old Ronald with an enlarged spider plush. The laughter from their younger sister, Ginny, can only be described as maniacal as she watches the scene unfold from the rickety staircase.

Shouting from, what you have had the displeasure of hearing, Mrs. Walburga Black's portrait rings throughout the dusty home. Well, until you hear the sound of a man's voice you have became quite close with.

"MOTHER! WOULD YOU STOP YOUR YELLING!" Sirius Orion Black, in all of his glory, yells walking out into the foyer of his despised childhood home.

Upon entering he is met with your smiling, well more like grimacing face, holding your bags you have packed on his request.

"Y/N? When did you get here?" he questions taking your bags from you. "Kreacher!" A small and wrinkly house elf appears from the air, "Take Lady Y/N's bags to my room. She's going to be staying here for a while." Sirius says quickly, while turning to you with a wink, the elf begrudgingly takes the bags, cursing under his breath, only something you can assume is about the excess "blood traitors" and "mudbloods" inside his mistress' forsaken lair.

"Siri. I've missed you, darling" you instantly are met with his embrace and a quick peck on the lips from the man.

"Love, if I knew you were coming today, I would have done some cleaning," Sirius says guiding you towards the kitchen.

"No you wouldn't have." you retort back quickly, inside the kitchen you are met with the smiling faces of the Weasley's and your boyfriend's long term friend, Remus Lupin. Quick greetings are exchanged before the Weasley matriarch is rushing you to sit and eat, all the while claiming you look as though you haven't eaten a proper meal in ages.

But, before you can begin to devour the delicious food Molly has served for you, a handsome face you have had the pleasure of knowing enters the room.

Charlie Weasley. Long-time best friend and school mate, enters the run down home with bags and a charming smile gracing his face.

Instantly jumping up, you run to embrace your dragon loving friend. For it has been nearly two years since you last seen the man. Living in Romania, and you still in London, studying to become an Auror, you both find little time to visit each other. The many letters exchanged between the pair of you, are clear proof to your friendship's strength.

However, something rivaling that strength, is the grip the eldest Black brother has on his cutlery. If it wasn't for Remus placing a calming hand on his bicep, it would not be a surprise if Sirius broke the silver in two.

"I didn't know you were coming. Godric, Charlie! It has been ages!" you exclaim excitedly moving out of the way for the brother to be embraced by his many other family members.

Grabbing his hand you lead to red head to the seat next to yours, which happens to be directly in front of your steaming partner.

"It was last minute. But, when the Order calls, you have to answer" laughter is heard throughout the room, and the jovial sound continues to fill the space throughout the dinner.

Yet, Sirius Black seems to not find this situation amusing. Anytime Charlie makes you laugh, grabs your hand, or rests his freckled arm around the back of your chair, his grip on the wooden table seems to strengthen. Nearly stark white hands are something the jealous induced man has become accustomed to.

He's the one who should make you laugh. He's the one who should grab your hand. He's the one who should rest an arm around the back of your chair. He is. Not some dragon loving ginger, who has waltzed into his home. You are his.

Finishing up the dishes, you bump hips with your friend. The night had been filled with laughter and memories the boy has brough up from the past. But, something seemed off throughout the night. You just couldn't seem to place it. Shaking off this feeling, you bid Charlie goodnight and make your separate descents up to your separate bedrooms.

After a few missteps, and opening of the wrong doors, you find the one with a sleeping Sirius Black. Or what you thought was a sleeping Sirus Black.

Quietly, tiptoeing your way through the room you change quickly into comfier clothes and finish getting ready for bed in the on suite bathroom. It's not until you slowly climb your way into the shared bed does to man make any indications of being awake.

"Nice of you to finally realize I existed," he says bitterly.

Making yourself comfortable under the thick duvet, you send a confused glance toward the brooding brunette.

"What?"

"This is the first time tonight you have even talked to me."

"What are you on about, Siri?" You turn your body to face the man and lay side by side.

"It is obvious I do not interest you enough. Its clear young and hip Charlie Weasley , is all you can care about."

"Baby, I have no idea what you are talking about. This is just the first time I've seen him in over two years."

"S'whatever." He huffs dramatically, rolling over so his back is know facing you.

"Nu-uh. Do not pull that shit with me Sirius Black, what is your deal?"

Turning back around, he looks towards the ceiling, and quietly sighs. "I get it, okay? I am older, you are young. You have so much more life to live and I have wasted half of mine in a cell. You deserve someone like him. He will make you happy-"

Quickly cutting off his dejected rambling with a short kiss, you sigh, "Sirius Black. I love you. Only you. Okay? I don't care that you are "old" I love you for who you are. How you make me feel, okay? Charlie is just a friend and that's all he ever will be. Y'know why? Because I have you by my side."

"God, my love, I adore you so much."

Opening up his arms you quickly scoot your way over and snuggle deeper into his embrace. Listening to his steady heartbeat and breathing, it takes only a matter of minutes to enter a deep sleep.

Wrapped in the arms of the older man, you had never felt safer and more loved.

And he felt the same.

fin

#sirius black #sirius x y/n #sirius blurb #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black jealous #sirius black x oc #post azkaban #post azkaban sirius #charlie weasley #weasley #fluffy sirius

[romancemedia]

They Finally Get Together By the End of the Series! (5)

#As Told By Ginger #DN Angel #Pretear #Avatar The Last Airbender #Braceface #Moments #Ginger x Orion #Aang x Katara #Daisuke x Riku #Himeno x Hayate #Sharon x Alden #Series Finale

[that-one-juggalo]

The name list (so far) that I keep in my notes app

Ziggy

Sterling

Rat

Art

Venus

Neptune

Saturn

Sage

Pluto

Moth

Leather

Red

Blue

Oreno (pronounced similar to Oreo)

Reno

Crane

TV

Bandana

Jam

Paine (pronounced the same as pain)

Zelen

Cratz

Morbid

Cypher

Straight

Twig

Bloom

Cloudy

Fog

Ambre (pronounced the same as ombré)

Possum

Ink

Gray

Goop

Eden (pronounced as ‘ee den’)

Maggotz

Tourmaline

Quartz

Rag

Brance

Box

Nox

Syrup

Maple

Oak

Triangle

Agan (not pronounced as again)

Skull

Crystal

Ford

Wasp

Crayon

Crayola

Prism

Malachite

Citrus

Premier

Rendezvous

Kite

Lighter

Checker

X

Vee

Idle

Cedar

Sock

Scoop

Lemon

Bag

Clementine

Teeth

Owl

Lamp

Monarchy

French

Ram

Ranch

Mustard

Ketchup

Seven

4

Stick

Bug

Oil

Essential

Chem

Pisces

Capricorn

Texus

Tag

Pickle

Mitochondria

Rubber

Soap

Water

Aqua

RN

XD

Grass

Dirt

Ammonia

Soda

Leg

Whisper

Tombstone

World

Mold

Ghost

Choker

Necklace

Lace

Earring

Ear

Uterus

Papaya

Fetus

Bra

Fruit

Iced

Ice

Pants

Shirt

Button

Cuff

Ambulance

Hammer

Book

Note

Therapy

Doctor

Swiss

Cheese

Bacon

Apparatus

Car

Pen

Hollow

Q

Alphabet

Shade

Desert

Cactus

Adore

Denim

Tab

Aux

Axel

Grime

Crime

Can

Periwinkle

Vail

Veil

Silver

Knit

Bucket

Rosemary

Marie

Crow

Raven

Corvid

Frog

Leo

Theodore

Sapphire

Magnus

Maddox

Bones

Bone

Chair

Moss

Ash

Asher

Friday

Thursday

Monday

Wednesday

Garden

Butters

Briar

Anise (pronounced ‘anees’)

Morrigan

Basil

Mush

Label

Satin

Bot

Boat

Thrash

Tin

Aire (pronounced ‘air’)

Tux

Smock

Smog

Bee

Jax

Jacks

Bug

Bugs

Buggy

Book

Carousel

Handle

Apollo

Hades

Merripen (pronounced ‘merry pen’)

Urith

Val

Kai

Storm

Overcast

Cyan

Alabaster

Alder

Atlas

Spider

Bear

Jackal

Finnic

Riot

Punk

Sorrow

Awe

Clover

Geode

Mud

Creek

Astro

Star

Comet

October

December

January

Pyro

Smoke

Ash

Flint

Nova

Coal

Fraise

Emerson

Johnson

Strange

Twist

Myre

Rigby

Thrash

Mosh

Pit

Peach

Sibil

Unice

Verian

Crisis

Trade

Bernard

Lizeth

Odet

Odere (pronounced ‘oh dear’)

Adele

Spruce

Atom

Flannel

Vision

Galac

Uni

Panel

Wind

Carpet

Bin

Straud

Thimble

Hand

Mushroom

Stem

Leaf

Root

Ransom

Zodiac

Transcript

Addic

Spec

Buzz

Pump

Pixel

Pixar

Lane

Unit

Spot

Traffic

Soil

Forensic

Hydro

Tramp

Clump

Wing

Stairs

Desk

Bilbo

Cryslis

Alister

Violet

Fin

Dal

Ginger

Snap

Crackle

Pop

Leopard

Track

Nail

Avery

Robbie

Ezekiel

Carlisle

Artie

Felix

Orion

Akeldama

Dyrk

Jezebel

Vinnie

Floyd

Avril

Zayn

[crankynewt]

Chapter Three - You Said Forever

Another Love Series Masterlist

Pairing(s): Regulus Black x Fem!Reader, Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Song: driver’s license - Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Angst, shoddy timeline, swearing, (I think that’s it??).

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist

Author’s Note: I made an angst series using sad songs, ofc I had to use driver’s license eventually! Also, although the characters have gotten a bit older, I’m still using Andrew Garfield and Timmy Chalamet as the face claims! I hope y’all enjoy this chapter, it’s a big one!!

(Neither gif is mine, all credit to the creators!)

If the decrepit walls of 12 Grimmauld Place could talk, they would tell the tales of misery and anguish. The house had not seen much happiness since it’s construction, especially during the period Walburga, Orion, and their children inhabited it. It was only following the deaths of all of Sirius’ family that he took up residence there with you when the anguish was displaced with joy, if only for a short period. It’s no wonder that you moved to a cabin in the middle of nowhere with Remus following the events of October 31st.

Standing in the front entry once more, the ghosts haunting the dwelling seemed to be whispering unintelligible warnings against proceeding further into the house. You could hear the shrieking of Walburga’s painting upstairs, a familiar nuisance that had your blood boiling in an instant. Your husband’s arm draped protectively across shoulders as he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb was the only thing keeping you sane at that moment in time. 

Through the open door at the end of the hall you could see the face of Sirius Black, the light in his eyes slowly returning as he spots two of his favourite people in the world. He quickly stood, rushing out the door to embrace you both in a warm hug as you dropped your trunks to the floor. He held the both of you close and tight, afraid that should he let go, he would wake up alone in his cell once more. 

The Order reuniting was the perfect distraction for both you and your husband, your recent unemployment resulting in a sense of unease in both your minds. Luckily, both Sirius and yourself had inherited enough money that you needn’t worry about working, but the void that your children left when they returned to Hogwarts the following year was certainly hard to fill. Summer break couldn’t come soon enough for any of you. 

Towards the end of that summer the Weasleys came to stay, Molly and Arthur bringing their four youngest, meaning that mischief lay just around every corner. About a week after their arrival was when Hermione showed up, the same day that Moody had taken a small group to retrieve Harry from the Dursleys.

Hearing the opening door, you rushed from the kitchen where the meeting had been taking place to see that Arthur had returned with the young girl who he’d picked up from her muggle household.

“ Professor (Y/L/N)!” She smiled, lugging her cart behind her with one hand while the other cradled her ginger cat. 

“Oh please, Hermione, I’m not your teacher anymore.” You said. “(Y/N) is fine.” You knew the girl had seen you as a role model, both academically as a skilled teacher but also following the story Harry had detailed to her about how you’d worked for the Order to relay Death Eater secrets to them. You can still remember the slap across the head she’d given Ron after he let her secret slip during class, the young girl embarrassed that you knew how she idolized you.

“The rest of the kids are just upstairs if you want to join them, Ginny will show you to the room you’re sharing.  Harry should be getting here in about half an hour, and dinner will be at six-thirty!” You explained, the girl smiling as she carefully let Crookshanks down to the floor before she dragged her case up the stairs behind her.

Returning to the table, you sat in the seat across from your husband as you shared a tight-lipped smile. The two of you had decided that it was probably best to maintain a level of professionalism around your fellow Order members, the pair of you keeping all talk of your relationship outside of the meetings. These gatherings, however, continued to consist of endless bickering over the topics of Harry and Voldemort, the only subtle comfort you’d found during the evening had been Crookshanks crawling upon your lap for a snooze.

“I’m just saying that we can’t risk telling Harry about this, it’ll just be putting him in more danger and we never know who’s listening.” You said. “I mean, look at Pettigrew! He hid in your house for years without anyone knowing! Who knows what he’s shared with ‘You Know Who’!”

“Yes, but there aren’t exactly unregistered animagi running around everywhere, (Y/N).” Sirius remarked. 

“Says the unregistered animagus to the other unregistered animagus.” You snapped, glaring at your in-law from across the table.

You forced your mouth shut after that, not wanting to continue bickering with your friends, letting your thoughts wander until Sirius’ comment forced it’s way back to the front of your mind. You weren’t exactly sure as to why it was bothering you so much. Even after the meeting had concluded and you were the last one in the kitchen, baking cookies for the teens to snack on the following days, you couldn’t shake an odd feeling. As if there was something that your subconscious had registered that your conscious mind hadn’t yet comprehended. 

It was only when you turned to grab the tinfoil from the cupboard behind you that a cold sweat found your body, your mind finally registering what you’d missed when something caught the corner of your eye. Maybe you hadn’t noticed it because you didn’t want to believe it, or maybe it was that part of you realized just how long it would take for this shock to fully register.

“You must think I’m stupid,” You began, refusing to turn away from the dough you were scooping onto the cookie sheet, “or maybe you’re still just as arrogant as you were in school.”

You didn’t receive a response right away, causing both a wave of relief and disappointment to wash over you at your incorrect suspicion. But that all went away when you heard a shifting sound and the screeching of a chair.

“What gave me away?” A voice called from behind you in a smug tone you’d heard countless times many years ago.

“Oh please, Regulus.” You said, finally working up the courage to turn around as you fought desperately to conceal your emotions. He was older now, crinkles reaching the corners of his eyes, and his previously neat clothes were now battered, torn, and bloodstained, but apart from that he looked just as he did when he walked out the door years ago. “We were married - I know you better than you know yourself.”

He gave a silent chuckle as his smirk became a tiny smile and he looked towards the floor. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as a strong, unnamable tension continued to grow between you. While you expected an explanation, Regulus seemed to have anticipated a much happier reaction from you. 

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” Regulus commented, his confusion continuing to build at your indifference to his sudden appearance. “I’m still your husband, you can’t spare me a smile, at the very least?”

That’s when it hit you - he doesn’t know. Regulus, or Crookshanks, rather, hadn’t heard anybody mention that you’d moved on. It must have been some luck or twisted fate that he’d never been in the room when your relationship had been mentioned, which means he also doesn’t know about Teddy. But does he know about Archie and Cassie? Surely he would’ve asked about them immediately if he was aware.

“You’ve been gone for a very long time.” You said, your bitter tone contrasting the quietness of your voice, yet your volume grew with each word until you were shouting. “You abandoned me, how dare you show up now and expect me to welcome you back into my life with open arms. Do you have any idea what I have been through the past sixteen years?! You have no fucking clue exactly what you left me to deal with! And now you sit here with that smug expression, daring to call yourself my husband and expecting me to forgive you for the hell you put me through?!”

Regulus sat there with his mouth opening and closing, the first time you’d ever seen the quick-witted boy speechless. You could see the hurt in his emerald eyes as his mind desperately searching for something, anything to say. But you never got the chance, as the door opening as a third voice filled the room.

“Honey, it’s starting to get late, I think you should come to - dear god.” 

Both your and Regulus’ heads snapped towards the over of the voice, only for your eyes to meet your other husband. It didn’t take long for Regulus to process why Lupin was calling you “honey” and exactly where his comment was going, his eyes darting between the two of you over and over again, before a sigh escaped him.

“So that’s why.” He said, leaning further back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “How long was I gone before you and the werewolf started -”

“Don’t!” You bit, probably a bit too loud because that was what finally caught the attention of two sets of ears upstairs. In the long, dark hall, two doors opened and two sets of eyes stared at each other from across the way. The eldest and youngest of the Black men eventually made their way down the stairs together, careful to be quiet as they attempted to discern what the voices in the kitchen were arguing about.

“There is a lot more going on than you realize, you can’t just expect everything to go back to normal after so long. Now if the two of you would stop bickering like children we can discuss everything like adults.” They could hear Remus say, presumably attempting to diffuse the situation considering how level-headed the man typically is. 

There was no sound as Sirius slowly peeked his head through the already open door, utterly disbelieving the sight before his eyes as his shocked exclamation broke the eerie silence.

“Holy shit!” 

“What?!” Archie gasped from behind him, squeezing into the room behind Sirius and peering over his shoulder to see a face that he’d only ever seen in photos before.

Regulus’ eyes widened at the sight of the young Black, clearly seeing so much of himself in the fifteen year-old boy. You being pregnant when he left definitely wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities, you were married after all, and suddenly a lot of your anger towards him seemed justified. 

“Is that my… Were you…”  He trailed off, unable to find the words he wanted to say as his mind still processed this new information.

Remus suddenly covered his shaking head with the palm of his hand, quickly exiting the room and heading out the front door to get some air. He didn’t want to watch Regulus steal his wife and his kids away from him - he just couldn’t.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, holding your own head in your hands as you attempted to make sense of the insanity around you. “Archie, go back upstairs, I’ll be up in just a minute.”

“But-” Your son didn’t get to finish his protest, the look in your eyes when your head shot up to look at him scared him into compliance. In his entire life, he’s never seen that look of utter fury, especially not from you. He quickly left the room, anxious to fill his sister in on everything that had just gone down.

“Sirius, please deal with your brother while I go find my husband.” You breathed, not sticking around to hear a response as you made your way down the hall.

“Now where,” Sirius began, pulling out the chair at the head of the table and quickly sinking into it, “have you been?”

“I was the cat.” Regulus stated simply, the smirk he typically wore working its way back onto his face.

“You were Hermione’s cat?!” Sirius laughed, finding the irony of another “dead” person in his life winding up as being one of the trio’s pets. “Maybe we need to take a look at Harry’s owl.”

But the humour of the situation didn’t last very long, both their faces quickly falling as reality gained their attention once more. 

“I can’t believe I have a son…” Regulus trailed off, still in utter disbelief about the existence of the boy who looks exactly like him.

“And a daughter.” Sirius added, his brother’s eyes widening to saucers once more. “Twins, to be exact. Arcturus and Cassiopeia.”

“What’re they like?” He asked, desperate to learn more about the children he’d never known existed. Of all the things Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked about around him, they couldn’t have mentioned his children at least once?

“They’re perfect - don’t know where they get it from, probably somewhere on (Y/N)’s side.” Sirius said, a small smile forming as he talked about the kids he adored so much. “They’re both in Slytherin, just about to go into their sixth year. Archie is the quieter one, just like you were, while Cassie is a lot more extroverted and even joined the quidditch team her first year.”

“And (Y/N)...” Regulus suddenly grew solemn again, letting out a disappointed breath as he looked away to a random point in the room. “I need to win her back.”

“Regulus, I- I don’t think you can.” Sirius said, causing his brother’s head to whip back around to him, fury written all over his face. “Remus and her have been together for years, that’s not something that’ll just go away. He raised your children with her and they also have another son together, Teddy.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Just give up?!” He snapped, a sinking feeling beginning to set in as he began to realize just how difficult getting you back to himself will end up being. 

“What’re you supposed to do? You’re supposed to get to know and form a relationship with the children who’ve thought you were dead their entire lives!” Sirius said. “And maybe you’ll establish a new relationship with (Y/N) again, one as co-parents. But her and Remus have both been to hell and back, so please, just promise me you won’t go about trying to sabotage their marriage.”

“But what about our marriage?”

Remus couldn’t hear any of the typical sounds of busy London that night, he was too anxious and all that he could pick up were the sounds of his heavy breathing. He was so distracted, in fact, that he didn’t notice you quietly slipping through the front door or sitting down beside him until you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“How’d he come back?” Remus asked, wondering just what had happened to tear his life apart. 

“He was Hermione’s cat.” You said, your voice soft and sorrowful. “Turns out the Marauders weren’t the only unregistered animagi at Hogwarts. I’m just embarrassed it took me so long to figure it out, I knew it was his patronus but I guess I just didn’t want it to be true.”

“What does this mean for us?” Remus asked the dreaded question looming in his mind.

“What do you mean ‘what does this mean for us?’ Why would this change anything?” You asked in disbelief, raising your head from his shoulder to look at him.

“But he’s Archie’s and Cassie’s father-”

“So are you! You’re also Teddy’s dad.”

“And you were married. He was your husband first.” Remus added, gazing at you with a look of nothing but misery. “We were at Hogwarts together, I saw how utterly obsessed the both of you were with each other for years. You never even spared me a second glance, the only reason you even knew I existed was because I was friends with his brother… I’m not even mad about it, you should be with whoever you want to be with, and that’s Regulus. You’ve always deserved someone better than me-”

“Now you listen to me Remus John Lupin.” You began, your husband flinching at the use of his full name, something that you only did when you were angry. “You are who I want to be with, not Regulus; there’s no one better than you. If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. Yes, we were married first, but that was for less than a year and happened seventeen years ago! We’ve been together for fourteen years, Remus, you’re my life now. I loved him in the past but he abandoned his family, you’re my life now and the one I want to grow old with. He might be Archie and Cassie’s father, but you’ll always be their dad.”

None of your eyes were dry by the end of your confession and you both spent the next several minutes just holding each other, relishing in the fact that the both of you were going to be okay. 

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” You said, Remus nodding in response as the pair of you stood up. “We can deal with the rest tomorrow, Sirius can handle it for now.”

A/N: Okay, so I don’t personally believe the theory that Regulus never died and was actually Crookshanks, but it was what worked for this story so that’s what we’re going with! I’m so grateful for all the support this series has gotten, you guys are the best!

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[lifeofkaze]

An Art of Balance #23

Orion Amari x MC

Warning: Mention of alcohol (I feel like this is getting out of hand)

Word Count: ~ 2.600

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Chapter 23: The Morning After

After Rowan had left them, it had taken Lizzie a long time to stop crying. Orion had held her close the whole time, his hands stroking her back with soothing motions. His movements had stopped when she had told him the whole story in between her sobs, but still he hadn’t let go of her.

He had just watched her in silence until she had calmed down enough to think straight. When she had finally gathered enough courage to look him in the face, the sadness visible in his eyes had threatened to tear her apart once more.

“Why did you lie to me?” It was apparent that Orion tried to keep his voice level, but Lizzie could feel the hurt and disappointment ringing in his words. He had said so himself; he had trusted her.

Ashamed of herself, she cast down her eyes and shook her head. “How could I have told you the truth?” she whispered into the darkness surrounding them. They were sitting far from any place the silver light of the moon could reach.

Orion took his time to answer. “I don’t know; I just wish you had.”

Lizzie felt like crying once again, but there was not a single tear left she hadn’t shed already; she felt empty inside. “Me too.”

They had walked back to the Common Room in silence, but it couldn’t have been a greater contrast to the way they had wandered the castle earlier. Where it had been a comfortable silence before, it now hung heavy between them, neither of them knowing what to say.

Lizzie desperately wished for him to say something, anything, to let her know he understood and everything would be okay; but Orion remained silent until they reached the Common Room.

They had been gone longer than what Lizzie had thought; all the lights were extinguished and the fire was burning low in the fireplace, casting the tiniest flickers of light over the few remaining figures sleeping in armchairs or on some of the sofas.

It brought back the memory of another time they had found themselves alone in here in the middle of the night. Lizzie remembered bitterly how much she had hoped Orion would catch on to her words and give her the opportunity to tell him the truth; but he hadn’t and she had been too much of a coward to break both of their hearts on her own accord.

“You should get some sleep now,” Orion told her quietly. He pulled her into a hug and Lizzie closed her eyes as she rested her cheek against his chest, not wanting the moment to end. “Get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She reluctantly let go of him as she registered the shift in his position towards the entrance door. “What are you doing?”

He brushed a rogue strand of her hair out of her face as he looked ponderingly down at her. “Both our spirits are troubled with what has happened. Sometimes being alone is the best way to bring order into the chaos of the mind.”

And with that, he left her alone with the dying fire and her burning conscience.

Lizzie felt completely exhausted from both the physical exhaustion of playing Quidditch and the onslaught of emotions raging inside her. She actually contemplated going to bed for a moment, but with all the thoughts running through her mind on repeat, she knew there was not the slightest chance to find sleep anytime soon.

Besides, Rowan would probably be up in their dorm by now. Lizzie shuddered at the thought of confronting her friend over the mess she had created. She knew she would have to eventually, but not tonight. Orion was right; she should probably try to get some rest.

She wandered over to the big sofa in front of the fire place. Brian, the Hufflepuff Keeper, was slumping in an armchair close to it; he was fast asleep, nestling a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey in the crook of his arm.

Careful not to wake him, she pried the bottle from his hands, swaying it lightly as she contemplated her options. The amber liquid inside sloshed back and forth, illuminated by the dim light of the fire.

Lizzie shrugged before she settled on the couch, staring into the flames. It wasn’t like the night could get worse anyway.

The first sip she took had her coughing and grimacing at the sharp taste that set her mouth on fire. The second one was equally as bad. But as she took a third, fourth and fifth sip directly out of the bottle, it finally brought her the comfortable numbness she had been hoping for.

Snuggling deeper into the cushions, she watched as the fire burned out, slowly but surely drifting into a blissfully oblivious sleep.

*

Lizzie woke to an incredibly stiff neck and a mouth dry as parchment. Her head felt stuffy and she tried as hard as she could to hold onto the dream she’d had.

It had been a nice dream; someone had sat beside her in the darkness, gently stroking her hair and covering her with something warm and fuzzy. Her eyes still closed, Lizzie sighed sleepily and snuggled deeper into her blanket. The smell of ginger, patchouli and cilantro brought a dreamy smile to her face.

After a moment, her brow furrowed. This was not what her blanket smelled like; in fact, this wasn’t what her bed felt like either. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes the tiniest bit and glanced at her arm resting next to her head, almost disappearing in a dark brown sleeve that was way too long to be her own.

As the realisation of what she was wearing hit her, Lizzie abruptly jerked upright. She regretted the sudden motion immediately as the Common Room started spinning around her and a searing pain shot through her temples down into her clenched jaws. With a groan, she let herself fall backwards onto the couch and closed her eyes again.

With the pain in her head, the memories of the night before returned to her.

Incredulous of what she had done, she covered her face with her hands as she remembered she and Orion racing through the nightly hallways, their conversation on top of the Astronomy Tower and the way time had seemed to stop as they had kissed. Even now, Lizzie felt the butterflies dancing in her stomach and her heart was beating faster at the memory of how perfect his lips had felt against hers.

But she also remembered how she had watched Rowan’s heart break right in front of her, as well as her bitter accusations; the pain she had caused her friend left her chocked up with a sour taste in her mouth.

Lizzie sat up again, this time considerably slower and untangled herself from the colourful quilt laying across her body; she didn’t even remember getting it before she had passed out. She carefully stood up, gripping the backrest for support as her head started spinning again.

She waited until the nauseous feeling had passed before she gingerly tapped into the direction of the dormitories. She noted how clean the Common Room was despite the raging party going down the night before; she was the only one in the room as well. It must have been already pretty late in the day for no one to be here. Sure enough, the big grandfather clock in one the reading nooks told her it wasn’t long until breakfast would be over.

When she entered her dorm, Lizzie was glad to find it almost empty. Neither Rowan, Penny nor Tonks were anywhere to be seen; only Skye was still lying in her bed, her black and blue mess of a hair sticking up in all directions. Her mouth was hanging open and she was snoring softly.

Lizzie tiptoed over to her own bed and shrugged out of Orion’s coat. The fire in their wood stove must have gone out some time during the night, leaving the room defenceless against the cold from the stone walls. The fine hairs on Lizzie’s arms immediately stood on end at the contact with the cool air.

She missed the warmth of the heavy fabric as she hung it over the end of her bed. Seeing it lying there on her yellow quilt brought back the reality of what she had done, even more forceful than before.

Lizzie stared at the coat Orion was so rarely seen without but in her mind the scenes of last night were playing again. If she concentrated enough, she could still taste his soft lips brushing over her own, feel his breath on her neck. She remembered how his strong hands had felt on her waist, her back, in her hair and had to suppress a shudder as her body started tingling at the memory.

The sensation died in its tracks as her gaze fell onto her nightstand. Between the pictures of her friends, family and the Quidditch team, one was missing. The picture of Rowan and her she had gotten for Christmas lay on the ground between their beds, the glass of the cover broken into countless shards scattered over the floor.

Suddenly feeling empty inside, Lizzie bent down to pick it up; she was forced to grab onto the edge of her bed as another rush of vertigo made the room sway in front of her eyes. When everything had settled again, she saw Mouse had jumped on her bed and gotten comfortable on Orion’s coat. Her green eyes followed the unsteady movements of her owner as Lizzie started looking for her washbag with what seemed like disdain.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Lizzie snapped, “I know I botched it big time, alright?”

But Mouse was already asleep again, clearly not caring very much for the misery of her human.

Shutting the door of the bathroom behind her, Lizzie waited until steam was hanging in the air until she stepped under the scalding hot shower. She tried not to flinch away from the initial feeling of pain as the hot water hit her cold skin but soon found her tense muscles relaxing as she let the water wash over her.

Her friends were always joking about how hot Lizzie liked her shower but she didn’t care. She concentrated on the stinging sensation on her skin as the heat returned to her body. It allowed her to tune out all of her other thoughts. For a few divine moments, she felt nothing but warmth and the release of the tension inside her shoulders.

She relished the feeling of the trickle running down her spine until the water slowly started getting colder. When it became too cold for her to stand, Lizzie stepped out of the shower again, careful not to fall on the slippery tiles.

Her skin was flushed a deep red, making all the cuts and bruises she’d taken back from the pitch even more sensitive. She winced as she wrapped herself in a huge fluffy towel and stepped in front of the fogged mirror.

Lizzie couldn’t help the wry smile forming on her lips as she took in her ghastly reflection. Her wet hair hung around her face that still looked oddly pale, despite the boiling hot water. Her eyes had huge dark shadows laying underneath them, making her look more dead than alive.

Her cheeks blushed as she saw the trace of small red love bites on her collarbone, quickly pushing the thought of how exactly they got there out of her mind. The embarrassment faded as she inspected the huge, black bruise on her sternum, however. It had the shape of a star and the memory of Rowan’s spell hitting her body hurt her more than the rubbing of the towel against her battered skin ever could.

But sulking about what had been said and done wouldn’t help her solve the situation. Although she looked like death and felt even worse, the least she could do was set things right again.

Lizzie quickly put on enough make up to not be mistaken for one of the Hogwarts ghosts anymore and changed into her most comfortable pair of jeans and an old, worn out black sweater that hung loose around her body. She tried pulling her hair up into a pony tail, but the way her hair band pulled at her roots only intensified the pain inside her hammering head, so she just left it as it was.

When she left the bathroom again, she found Skye sitting up in her bed, looking about as fresh as Lizzie felt herself. She was swaying a tiny little bottle with her right hand as if not quite sure whether she should drink its contents or not. It was their own version of a Pepper-Up Potion; Penny had found a way to modify it some time ago. Instead of healing a common cold, it was the girls’ first choice of remedy against a nasty hangover.

Skye tipped the potion into her mouth and closed her eyes as the effect hit. She opened her mouth and blew out the steam that was a by-product of the concoction. She pursed her lips to form it into a ring and laughed as it drifted towards the ceiling.

“Morning,” she greeted Lizzie with a grin, her voice still raspy from drinking and the potion. “What a party, huh?”

Lizzie only hummed in response; she wasn’t in the mood for recounting last night’s highlights. She went over to the drawer where Penny kept her potions and grimaced as she found it empty.

“Sorry, got the last one right there,” Skye grinned. “Damn, you do look like you’d have needed it, Jameson. When did you get so wasted? Last time I saw you- “

She stopped there, suddenly looking at her quizzically. “Come to think of it, where were you the whole time? Didn’t see you anywhere.”

Lizzie avoided her eyes and busied herself with looking for a pair of sneakers in the chaos of her cupboard. “The crowd was a bit too much, I needed some fresh air to think,” she mumbled.

Skye snickered. “You’re starting to sound like Orion, you know.” She fell silent as her own words sunk in and she saw Lizzie blushing despite her best efforts. Her gaze shifted to the brown coat still lying on Lizzie’s bed. Now fully awake, her eyes went wide.

“Jameson, whose coat is that?”

Lizzie grimaced. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she deflected the question as she put her shoes on but Skye wasn’t so easily put off. She swung her legs out of her bed and got up; like Lizzie before, she was wobbly on her knees and had to hold onto her bedpost for a second.

“You’re going to tell me what happened, right now,” she cried as she tried to steady herself.

Lizzie had wanted to leave the coat in their dorm until she found a quiet moment to return it to Orion without anyone noticing. But with Skye on her trail, that was out of the question. With a sigh, she folded it up and shoved it under her arm. Skye was still waiting for her answer, though.

“I’m talking to you, you know?” she complained while she was still trying to get her body under control.

But Lizzie only rolled her eyes. “Sod off, Parkin.”

Without another word, Lizzie left their room and shut the door in Skye’s incredulous face.

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[slyttherins]

Unexpected flame (part 1) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black’s daughter

December 1993

This year, Christmas fell on a full moon. Remus felt guilty about leaving Juliet for the holidays, but he had no other choice. Staying with her on a full moon was dangerous and endangering her was the last thing he - and Sirius - wanted.

''It's okay. You can't control the moon.''

''Wish I could.'' Remus flashed her a sad, apologetic smile. Although he had grown to accept his fate - or curse -, he still hated that part of himself. The wolf. ''Have you packed your bags yet? The train is leaving tomorrow morning, right?'' he asked, changing the subject.

''Yes.''

''Good.'' Remus nodded. ''I talked to Molly, she'll be picking you up at Kings Cross.''

In the red leather chair, Juliet sighed. Much like Remus, she didn't like when people made a big fuss or went out of their way for her. It made her very uncomfortable. ''I could've stayed at school, you know. Some students stay here for Christmas.''

Remus brushed her off with a whisk of his hand. ''Nonsense. Molly and Arthur promised it was no trouble. And, you and Ginny are good friends. You'll have great fun at the Weasleys','' he promised.

''I'll miss you.''

''Me too, darling.''

''Remus?''

''Yes?''

''If he returns-''

''I'll send an immediate owl to the Weasleys and let you know.''

.

Ginny by her side, Juliet joined the rest of the Weasleys after getting down the train. There were so many students at the station, but, lucky for her, their red hair were easy to spot in a crowd.

A round woman with a bright smile and ginger hair was waiting on the side. She greeted each of the kids with a tight hug, happy to see them after four months away from home.

''And you must be Juliet?'' she said, seeing familiar a pair of grey eyes. ''I haven't seen you in so long. It's crazy how you've grown!''

Juliet smiled politely, having very few memories of the woman. ''Thank you for having me, Mrs. Weasley.''

''It’s no problem. Remus is a friend of family and we’re always there for family. You can call me Molly.''

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''You’ll be staying in Ginny’s room. It’s on the first floor,'' Mrs. Weasley announced when they crossed the Burrow's front door. She looked around, searching for her daughter who was a couple meters behind, struggling with her own bags. Why did she bring so much stuff? ''Ginny! Can you help Juliet set a bed? I've put extra blankets and everything you'll need on your desk.''

The younger Weasley nodded and grabbed Juliet's hand and led her up the stairs, excited to have a friend over and having a sleepover.

The room was small - not to say tiny - which was to be expected with such a huge family. The girls put their stuff away and set Juliet’s bed right by Ginny’s. It was a bit cramped, but it was only for a couple days.

Once everything was set, Juliet came back down and followed the yummy smell to the kitchen.

''Where's Ginny?'' Molly asked.

''Bathing. Neville wasn't sitting when the train took off and spilled pumpkin juice on her shirt,'' Juliet explained, shaking her head at Neville's mishaps. That boy was so clumsy!

''Well, come and sit. Dinner should be ready soon.''

Juliet pulled one of the many mismatched chairs and sat down. One of the twins was at the table, but she couldn’t tell if it was Fred or George. Hopefully by the end of the stay she’ll be able to tell them apart.

''So...you’re Black’s daughter?'' Fred asked as he subtly tried to steal some cookies that were cooling on the counter while his mother's back was turned.

Since Sirius' escape from Azkaban, it was difficult not to bring up her father every time Juliet mentioned her name. It didn't help that she looked so much like him. She had become well known over the past year despite Remus' attempt to hide her from the wizarding world. Not the magic, but people.

Although the Black family was part of the sacred twenty-eight and very high in the wizarding world's hierarchy, Sirius Black was considered a traitor. Therefore, as his daughter, Juliet was considered as so too. People could be so vile and quick to judge - even toward a fourteen years old girl.

Fred, though, didn't mean any harm.

''In the flesh,'' Juliet responded proudly.

''What does it feels to have a father on the run?''

''Fred! Don’t harass our guest,'' Molly warned, eyes on the cooking pot. ''And don't think I didn't see you stealing cookies.''

The two teenagers chuckled.

''It’s fine, Mrs- Molly. It doesn't bother me. I can handle the questions.''

''Well, you two can do that later. Dinner is ready.'' She turned to her son. ''Go get your father, he's in the yard studying another bizarre muggle invention he got his hands on.''

Fred left and she then proceeded to call out the rest of the kids, making Juliet jump. She had not expected Molly to have such a loud voice.

Seconds later, everyone stumbled in the kitchen, scurrying for seats. Ginny, freshly out of her bath, sat next to Juliet, telling her all about the delicious dish her mom had prepared tonight - and the desert. Ron arrived next, sitting on her other side and making a dash for the bread in the center of the table, taking a big bite and chewing like a cow. How charming.

''Apparently it's called a toaster. You put bread in it and it springs up when they are grilled and ready. It's bloody brilliant!'' Mr. Weasley explained as he walked in, Fred on his heels. He kissed his wife’s cheek and made his way to the table where all the kids were. ''Smells good in here.''

''I've never met him. Sirius. He was wrongly sent to Azkaban before I was old enough to remember him. I've only seen him in pictures,'' Juliet told Fred when he sat down beside his twin.

''Our father says he killed thirteen muggles and an old friend, Peter Pettigrew,'' Percy said, reaching for a piece of bread from the basket on the table.

''Percy...'' Mr. Weasley warned loosely.

''There is no proof. There was no body-'' the raven haired girl defended, only to be interrupted by Percy.

''Where is Pettigrew then?'' he asked with an eyebrow raised, scoffing when Juliet didn't respond. ''Sirius Black is a murderer. I hope the dementors find him very soon and put him back where he belongs. He deserves to rot in Azkaban for his crimes.''

Tears welled in Juliet's eyes at Percy's words and accusations, but she refused to let them spill. Was this what Percy really thought? Or was he repeating what he's heard from his father and other wizards?

''Percy!'' Molly scolded. ''That is no table talk.''

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By 10pm, Ginny had already gone to bed, tired from the day. Juliet had been a bit bummed, but she stayed downstairs with the other Weasleys. Ron and George were disputing a game of chess in the living area, making the most of the time they had left before their bedtime. She had watched them for a few minutes, but then decided to get some fresh air.

She sat on the small wooden patio and raised her eyes to watch the stars, secretly hoping she could put her astronomy lessons to application. Since she was a kid, Juliet always loved looking at the starry night sky. It helped calm her mind. Maybe it was part of her bloodline? The Blacks had a penchant for astronomical names and took their names from stars or constellations. Even Juliet had carried on with the tradition. It was subtle, but Sirius had chosen the name very carefully.

''What are you doing out here?'' Fred asked, coming from behind. He had a thick sweater - most likely knitted by Molly -, shielding him from the late night air.

''Looking at the stars, although I can’t seem to find any stars I’m looking for tonight.'' Juliet frowned, disappointed and annoyed. ''I thought it'd be easy. I’m usually pretty fast at finding stars and even constellations in Astronomy class...''

''Ah! That’s because Professor Sinistra makes sure what you’re looking for can be seen from where you are. I'll help you.''

Fred took a seat beside her and looked up. He had never been an astronomy nerd, but he could recognize a few. Constellations were harder to find though.

The sky above the burrow was almost always clear which made it easy to see the stars. The view was even better from Ron's bedroom, being on the highest floor of the house.

Fred felt himself close having a crick in his neck when he finally found what he was looking for. A smirk curled on his lips. ''Can you see that one? Over the pond, right beside the Orion constellation.'' He pointed his index in the direction, helping the younger witch find her way in the night sky.

Juliet followed Fred's direction and nodded. ''The one that shines so bright it's almost blue?''

''Yeah. It's the Dog Star, also called-''

''Sirius,'' the raven haired girl finished with a smile, amazed by her new find. She had been trying to find her father's star for months, but Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal for stargazing and she didn't dare ask Professor Sinistra, worried she wouldn't help her because of the star's name.

''How did you know it was that one? Are you a secret nerd, Weasley?''

Fred shook his head, looking down with a small laugh. ''No. You should see my marks... But Bill, my older brother, had an astronomy phase a few years ago. He had a telescope in his room and all. From what I remember, the Sirius star is part of Canis Major which is a winter and spring star pattern. Sirius is the constellation's dog’s nose.''

''Thank you. For showing me this. It’s rare these days that when someone brings up my father’s name it doesn’t have murderer or criminal in the same sentence.''

''Sorry about what Percy said during dinner. He’s a git sometimes. Don’t listen to him.'' Fred didn’t have to apologize on his brother’s behalf, but wanted to, knowing Percy was stubborn and would never. Whether he believed Sirius was guilty or not, he didn’t have to be so cold and crude.

''Perhaps he’s right.'' Juliet sighed, putting her head in her hands in despair. ''I don’t know who or what to believe anymore.''

''It’s okay to be confused. The whole situation feels like it’s missing pieces of the puzzle,'' Fred admitted, platonically putting a hand on her thigh, trying to bring her comfort.

Juliet raised her head and stared ahead. ''If he didn’t kill Pettigrew, where is he? No one has seen him since that night at London. All that was left was his finger.'' The frustration and desperation were clear in her voice.

Fred wished he had answers for her, but he was just as in the dark as everybody else. ''What does Remus think of this?''

''That he’s innocent.''

When she turned old enough to understand what Azkaban was, Remus had revealed her father's whereabouts. He had insisted to be the one to break the news to her, not wanting untrusty wizards or loud mouths - or worse, students - to twist the truth. He told her about the Potters, about...Voldemort, and the wizarding war. Nothing was very jolly, but Remus insisted that she knew. Most importantly, that she knew her father had been accused of crimes he didn't commit.  

Fred thought for a moment, putting his words together. ''Want to know what I think?'' She nodded, turning to look at him with her grey irises. ''I think Remus is the only person alive that knows Sirius well enough to judge your father's intentions and what he's capable of. I also think there a hidden part to every story.''

Juliet frowned, confused. ''I don't get what you're trying to say...''

''I don't think Remus would feed you lies solely to make your father look like a good man to your eyes. If Sirius really did kill those people, he would've warned you about him being the dangerous murderer the Ministry claim him to be.''

#fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #harry potter #fred weasley fic

[littlemessyjessi]

“Chasing Jessi”:  A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 6: Hogsmeade Part 2

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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'"I've been waiting so long to hear you say that." he whispered.  "What?" she questioned and pulled back to look at him. His stormy grey eyes focused on her face. "Jess." he said quietly with a little chuckle. "I'm mad about you, love.”  The look on her face was priceless. "Since when?!" she exploded. Her abrupt reaction made him laugh.

He honestly didn’t know why he would expect anything different from her dramatic little ass.  "I guess, probably since the beginning of the school year." he said trying to gather her closer into his arms. "Sirius!" she said shoving his chest. "That was ages ago! It's nearly Christmas!" "Well, it's been a bit complicated, love." he laughed. "And it's only November." She wrinkled her nose and balled his black and red ACDC shirt up in her hand. It was a muggle band that his mother detested...making it all the more better for him. "Sirius Black, I'd be mad if you weren't so cute." she said narrowing her eyes at him trying to look threatening but really looking all the more adorable. "You think I'm cute?" he questioned with a smirk. She rolled her eyes, "Oh shove off, Black. You KNOW you're cute. Don't act modest all of a sudden." He laughed, "Oh I'm not. I have good genes. I just like to hear you tell me." "Well in that case. Yes, you do have good jeans and you fill them out quite nicely." she quipped before dipping out of his arms, leaving him there with a shocked and amused look on his face. "Since when did YOU start looking at my bum?" he questioned as he caught up to her and grabbed her hand. "Well I OBSERVED that you had a nice bottom in third year when Aurora and I were comparing others to Trick's." she informed him. "Should I tell him this?" he teased her, squeezing her hand. "He knows." she shrugged. "Oh, he does?" he asked, only mildly surprised. "Yeah." she said. "I had to tell him when I squished his bum for research." "Research...right." he rolled his eyes. "Hey, you never squished mine." "Didn't have to." she shrugged. "There were plenty of other girls to gather that  information from." He grimaced a little. "About that..." "Sirius, don't worry about it." she cut him off as they neared the village. However, he stopped and turned her to face him. "No, it's important that I tell you." he said, staring into her eyes intently.  "Alright." she said, looking at him expectantly. "Look, I realize that this thing with us won't be instant and I'm not even sure if you want it to be anything but-" "Sirius, I just told you I have feelings for you. I will not be your whore." she snapped. "Bloody hell, woman. I didn't say anything about that, did I?" he sighed running a hand through this thick hair.  She bit her tongue and let him continue. "What I was trying to tell you is that whenever you think you're ready, I'm ready. You're the only girl I've been interested in this year. Period. And...I'm fine with that. I'm fine with being single until you're ready. You tell me." he said as he placed his hands on the sides of her face, letting his thumbs rub over her chubby cheeks. Her eyes began to water and his widened, "Jess?" "Sirius!" she wailed. "You're gonna make me cry!" "I'm sorry." he said trying not to laugh. "I was just trying to be honest." She surged forward into his arms again and he ran his hand through her brown hair, effectively mucking it up even more so than usual. "Sirius?" she sniffled against his shirt. "Yeah?" he asked. "I'm ready whenever you're ready." she told him leaning her head back to look at him. He looked down at her with a smile on his features. "Alright, Future Mrs. Black." he teased with a mischievous twinkle in his grey eyes. "Excuse YOU!" she gasped. "What makes you think, I'm changing anything! For all you know, you'll be taking my name. Yeah, I quite like that.  Mr. Sirius Scamander. House husband to legendary world famous magizoologist, Jess Scamander!" He burst into laughter, "Alright, love. Whatever you say." "The alliteration alone would be wonderful. Sirius Scamander. Yeah, ‘at’s good." she told him and he just shook his head at her. "And your initials! S.O.S.!" she exclaimed. "It's perfect! Sirius Orion Scamander. I'm glad you brought this up. " "Oh, come on, you." he said tossing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side where he could place a small kiss to her forehead as they headed into an actual direction of Hogsmeade rather than just blindly blasting through the streets in a huff. As they did....the whispers ignited. The rumors and gossip spread and soon enough...everyone at Hogsmeade was talking about Sirius Black dating again. And most importantly that his new girlfriend was Jess Scamander. Viciously jealous girls. Slightly confused boys. Mostly because while Jess was as attractive as anyone else...she was an oddball and not what he usually went for. Typically, Sirius went for leggy blue eyed blonds who wore little to no clothing and so much makeup they didn't even seem real. Part of this was because they were the type of girls who threw themselves at him, the other was that they were superficial enough that he didn't have to deal with them for more than a couple of weeks. For the bimbos, it was enough just for them to say they'd bagged Sirius Black. But Jess....Jess was real. Short, dark hair that was ALWAYS in a mess. Hands covered in scars from dealing with creatures and stained from painting. The ends of her bell bottoms seemed to be permanently stained and ripped from the countless hours in the mud. Her chubby cheeks and freckled face and cute little double chin.  That big bright dimpled smile and sparkly light green eyes. She was a little taller than a lot of girls and thicker as well with an impossibly squishy tummy and hips for days.  Sirius called her 'cuddly' because she was soft and squishy and gave the very best of hugs. Truth be told, he'd always liked thicker girls. She had thick thighs and a soft tummy which he'd always found quite appealing. If he was being honest, it was the very reason why he used to try to flirt with Madame Rosmerta every chance he got. It was the womanly figure. "Why are you staring at me?" Her voice brought him from his thoughts and he realized that he 'had' been staring at her. "Is there something on my face?!" she panicked, those green eyes almost doubling in size. She looked so much like a cartoon in that moment that he burst into laughter. "Sirius!" she gasped and tried to wipe her face furiously. "What is it?!" He eventually sobered up and caught her hands to keep her from slapping herself in the face. "Stop, stop, stop." he laughed. "There's nothing on your face." "I don't believe you!" she wailed. "Lillian!" Then she gasped in horror, "Oh my god! Lily! James! I forgot about them!" "I'll take that as a compliment." he smirked and it landed him with a withering glare. "Sirius!" she snapped. "There was a plan!" "And I thought you were mad at the both of them." he reminded her, slipping an arm around her waist when she tried to run off. She struggled for a moment against him before simply going limp. He didn't expect this so she took him down with her. "Ugh!" she grunted as he fell on top of her before she burst into a fit of laughter that Sirius soon joined. "Oi! I didn't think you'd have it out right here in full view of everyone. Honestly, Padfoot. I didn't think you were THAT much of a whore." Sirius glanced up to see their friends walking towards them and then down towards Jess to see her trying to glare at James...upside down. Sirius hauled them both up and dusted her off before pulling her into his side...and giving James a pointed look. James lifted his hands in surrender. Jess looked between everyone for a moment before jutted a finger out towards Lily. "You tricked me!" she bellowed. "You were tricking me." the red head pointed out. Jess glanced Aurora, "Did you know?" The other ginger in questioned gave a sheepish grin and Jess gasped. "I'm telling Trick!" she said as she whipped around to find the Hufflepuff boy. However, when she tried to run Sirius wound an arm around her again. "Honestly, woman. Are you sick of me already?" he teased. "I have to GET HER!" she said as she stomped her foot. "Get her?" James spoke up. "She's partly responsible for your happiness right now. Since the two of you are so stubborn. And I will take my thank you now." She slowly turned her head towards him before glancing at Sirius. "Sirius?" she asked calmly making him smirk a little. "Yeah?" he asked. "If you let me pummel James, not to death, but just enough to get my point across....we can go over there in that corner and snog and I'll let you squeeze my bum." she bargained. Sirius' dark brows shot up with a surprised grin, "Deal, dragon lady. Go get 'im." She grin wickedly when he removed his arm and she looked to James who suddenly looked uncomfortable. "You wouldn't." James said eyeing her warily.  "I would." she grinned evilly. "But...but I helped you with Sirius." he reasoned backing away from her. "And I helped you with Lily...but you tricked me....and that will not do." she said advancing towards him. "Padfoot." James said. Sirius just shrugged, "Sorry, mate." "Sirius!" James exclaimed as he took off in dead run away from her. "Come back, Jamie! It's time to play!" she screamed going after him. Athlete or not, she was a rather fast runner. A rather useful skill you develop when you're trying to run away from angry hippogriffs. Eventually she caught up to him and knocked him to the ground where she pinned him down and turned his hair pink and green and gave him a duck beak until he apologized. Soon enough they returned to the group, no duck beak but pink and green hair still on display. "Jess, please." he pleaded with her. "Come on, it's our first date here." She sighed before pointing her wand at his chest. The pink and green disappeared from his black hair but reappeared in the form of a heart on his chest that read, "Loyal Servant of Jess Scamander, Supreme Ultra Lord of the Universe." "Really?" he gasped looking down at his chest. "Is it permanent?" "No." she said. "It'll come off at some point." "Jess." he growled. "Would you rather the hair?!" she challenged. "And besides, it's not just for me. It's for Sirius because you made him sad! BAD, BAD POTTER!" James sighed and shook his head, "Come on, Lily. Before she gives me a tail or something." "I wouldn't give her any ideas." she warned him. A panicked look took over his features as he hurried her along into the Three Broomsticks. Remus, Aurora and Peter headed in as well to spend James' galleon on treats while they waited for Trick. Which left Jess and Sirius alone again. "Rather territorial thing aren't you?" he asked. "Well, on occasion I have to display my dominance, you know. Can't let him be thinking he can overpower me. Simply won't do. Especially, when the day comes that I need him to do my bidding." she said linking her fingers with his when he slung his arm over her shoulder. "Your bidding?" he smirked as she led them forward. "Sirius! I have plans! I can't just TELL you!" she exclaimed as she led them around the side of a building and into a dark corner...as promised. "Why not?" he questioned backing her up against the wall. "I haven't decided if you can be trusted with secrets just yet!" she said dramatically. "Have you loose lips?" "Care to be the judge?" he teased as he leaned in a brushed his against hers before pressing them together. When they pulled away her eyes fluttered open and he felt breathless.

A perfect first kiss to be honest. 

Sweet and teased with just a bit of playfulness.  "Ok, you seem trustworthy enough." she said breathily. He laughed huskily, "Please tell me that James didn't have to pass this tell as well." The look on her face was beyond comical as she said, "James is my minion. He doesn't need to know anything until I decide I need it." "So what does that make me?" he questioned. "You shall be my slave." she smirked. "Personal consort to the Queen." "Oh really? It's Queen now is it? Personal consort?" he laughed in disbelief and amusement. "Sirius, if you should like me to call you my whore, I will. I was trying to protect you delicate feelings." she quipped. “But if it’s what you want, then you shall be my slut.  Sirius Black, personal concubine to Empress Jess Scamander.”  "You little." he laughed as he went into for another kiss. Call it cheesy. Call it cliche. But there were butterflies. There were fireworks. There was that white hot lightning, burning lava like feeling that rushed through their veins. It was comfortable. It was right. It was so satisfying. And Sirius Black....was happy.

Chapter Five 

Chapter Seven Coming Soon

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Oooh la la!  We got us a first kiss, loves! What are we thinking? How we feeling?  Also, I barely made it through writing Jess giving James a duck beak without laughing.  Just so’s you know, lol. 

I’d love to what you think! Please feel free to hit up the ask box, blast the comment section or reblog with your thoughts and feelings! Next chappie coming soon!

All my love darlings!

Kenny

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[carewyncromwell]

“Long ago -- it feels so long ago... How young and innocent we were!”

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HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri // brief reference to Cato Reese @catohphm

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After they met as teenagers, Orion Amari stayed in contact with Carewyn Cromwell through letters, even after she’d moved out of the Country of Spades and started university in the Kingdom of Hearts. They likewise continued to stay in touch after Orion moved into the Palace of Clubs as King, not long after Carewyn left Spades. It was a transition that Carewyn had offered sincere emotional support for --

It is a great honor that you were chosen...but I can only imagine how much that honor and responsibility must weigh on you. To have so many people relying on you -- so many lives, and so many futures...it’s a heavy burden for anyone to bear, and yet you’ve been asked to shoulder it all the same. Even though it’s heavy, though, I know you wouldn’t have been chosen if people didn’t have faith you could succeed in carrying it and in being a great King. And truly, I don’t think the Land of Clubs could be represented by a gentler or wiser man. 

Letters like this always gave Orion a much-needed shot of courage. 

After discovering Lane Cromwell in a hospital in Clubs, Orion knew he could very easily just write a letter to his friend, informing her of her mother’s safe arrival at his court. Given the severity of the situation, however, he thought it’d be best to cut out the “middleman” that was the postal system and go tell her himself. If nothing else, Carewyn might want to drop everything to travel to the Land of Clubs to see her mother -- if she did, Orion was perfectly willing to let her accompany him back. If nothing else, it would be good to see her in person again, after five long years of nothing but letter-writing.

And so Orion requested a formal audience with the King and Queen of Hearts, so as to have a proper excuse to visit their Kingdom. Fortunately the request was accepted quickly by Queen Rosalie, and Orion left Clubs in a coach attached to eight bright white Abraxan winged horses that very day. 

Orion found the Palace of Hearts to be rather akin to a Faberge Egg -- overly decorative and glitzy, to the point that its intricacy and exorbitant amount of jewels made you contemplate the size of both the owner’s pocketbook and ego, and yet also beautiful in its craftsmanship and oddly charming in its feel. There was a bizarre kind of sheltered innocence in this place that nonetheless was hundreds of years old -- a privilege that cushioned all those inside of it, romanticizing the Kingdom’s heritage and glamorizing its wealth and prestige. 

A cage of gold and glass, rather than carved wood and marble, Orion thought rather dryly to himself.

The King of Clubs was greeted by the royal steward in the castle foyer, who escorted him down the hall and up the stairs.

“His Majesty the King requested you meet him in his study, up on the third floor,” the freckled steward explained quickly, his voice coming out as rather pompous despite his polite smile. “This way, please.” 

Orion wasn’t put-off by the change of venue. As much as he enjoyed drinking tea and conversing with like-minded people, his chief aim in coming to Hearts was to visit the university and seek an audience with Carewyn. As much as he felt he should also update the rulers of Hearts about the state of things in Spades and gauge how much they themselves might want to get involved, he had not planned to linger, and if the King of Hearts was in his study, that insinuated that he was similarly inclined to keep this meeting short and sweet. 

When Orion arrived in the King’s study, he found King Declan hard at work at his desk, looking through a pile of paperwork. Standing at the King’s side was a rather pretty woman dressed in a modest pink gown trimmed with lace -- her long ginger hair fell into her face as she bent over the desk to look at the documents too, pointing at certain sections.

“...room in the budget. Even if everything ends up being exactly how it’s listed here, it leaves us no room for unexpected expenses.”

“That’s true,” granted Declan, “but some of these expenses are ones we can’t skimp on. There are high expectations placed upon the Palace of Hearts -- a certain level of quality must be produced, and sadly, the best way to ensure that, a lot of the time, is by investing the proper funds.”

“Another way could be investing in the proper person,” the young woman argued. “Someone with both talent and the integrity not to price gouge. Or even just investing anonymously -- would there be a way to make these purchases without the sellers knowing it’s the Crown that’s making them?”

The woman’s voice...there was something so familiar, about her speaking cadence -- her passionate confidence...

Orion tilted his head, trying to get a better look at her face. Just as he did, though, the steward in front of him cleared his throat.

“Your Majesty! Your Highness,” he said stiffly. “Forgive me for interrupting...”

Both Declan and the young woman looked up. When Orion met her gaze, the two both straightened up immediately.

It had been five years -- yet Orion would know those almond-shaped blue eyes anywhere. 

“Orion?” breathed Carewyn.

Orion felt like his limbs had turned to stone, and yet his lips spread into such a relieved smile, at the sight of her. 

“...Carewyn Cromwell...”

Carewyn’s blue eyes were positively glowing as she swept across the room, right up to Orion. She brought her arms up and around his neck, enveloping him in a warm embrace.

“Orion!” she cried, more delighted than ever. 

Not being used to receiving physical affection, the King of Clubs didn’t respond immediately. Even so, as he brought a hand tentatively up to rest on the crest of Carewyn’s back and closed his eyes, his touch and smile were gentle and fond. 

“Orion -- I can’t believe it -- ” said Carewyn. 

She pulled back enough to get a better look at him, her face alight with joyful disbelief. Her eyes ran over his green and gold-trimmed robes, the green-and-gold woven crown resting on his temple, and then up along his bearded jawline. 

“You look...different.”

Orion smiled. “As do you. Only on the outside, however -- from your eyes, I can see your heart is the same.”

Even while saying this, the King of Clubs couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing along the long ginger hair cascading down her shoulder. And twinkling like green stars through her hair...

Orion’s heart gave a light leap of surprise, before warming fully. 

She was wearing his earrings. 

“And you certainly sound the same,” said Carewyn, beaming. “Just as you always have...”

This knowledge clearly comforted her. The fondness in her voice made Orion’s expression soften that bit more. 

“I must say, I’m perplexed,” said Orion, his black eyes sparkling with wry amusement. “I had hoped to see you while I was here, but I’d thought to do it at your university, after I visited the Palace. And yet here I am, at the Palace, thoroughly intending to see the King of Hearts -- and here you are.”

“Well, you can still see me, King Orion, if you so desire.”

The two looked up at Declan, who had reclined somewhat in his chair, his arms crossed and his lips upturned in a very wry smile.

“You didn’t mention that you knew the King of Clubs, Carewyn,” he said, cocking an eyebrow with interest.

Carewyn looked down, suddenly uncomfortable. “...I guess it hadn’t come up. We met in the Country of Spades, when we were young...”

“Well, I suppose that forestalls the formal introductions, then,” said Declan. 

He looked up at Orion with a smile. 

“I must apologize, King Orion, for meeting you here, as opposed to a more social setting -- Rosalie had intended to entertain you in one of her sitting rooms until I could come and meet you both, but she’s feeling unwell today, so the nurses proposed she stay confined to her bed for the interim.”

Orion’s eyes gained a more solemn glint. “That’s most unfortunate...I do hope your Queen’s condition is not serious?”

“Serious, but manageable,” Declan said, nodding in muted gratitude for Orion’s concern. “It makes it uncomfortable for her to move...fortunately our new Princess has been very helpful, in helping her Majesty with her duties while consigned to bed rest,” he added, indicating Carewyn with a small smile.

Carewyn bowed her head respectfully. “It’s my pleasure, King Declan.”

She glanced at Orion, to find him already studying her. His gaze was very unreadable, but there was a muted realization glinting at the back of it.

“...You’ve been named as Queen Rosalie’s successor,” he murmured.

Carewyn avoided Orion’s eye. “...Yes. A week ago.”

“Both Rosalie and I thought it’d be best if Carewyn got some formal training at court before taking on the responsibility of queenship,” Declan explained. “I’ll be doing the same with my successor, when the time comes.”

“I see...”

Orion noted how uncomfortable Carewyn’s posture became as she turned away, her gaze shifting out the window. It made his lips knit together a bit more tightly, even as his face remained largely placid. 

“...King Declan, you have quite a lot of work to complete here, do you not?”

Declan cocked his eyebrows. 

“Well, as you know, a King’s work is never truly done,” he said amusedly. 

“Verily,” granted Orion with a small, restrained smile. “But the original intention was for me to be properly ‘entertained’ until you had finished dealing with the matters of the day. And since Queen Rosalie is unable to ‘entertain me’ the way she wished...perhaps I might persuade her Highness to do so, in her stead? It would be good practice, I should think.”

Carewyn looked up at Orion in surprise, to see a strange glint dancing through his eyes -- something almost pointed. Declan raised his eyebrows at Carewyn, his lips spread into a wry smile of his own.

“Perhaps,” said Declan. “But only if Princess Carewyn would be comfortable with the arrangement.”

Carewyn glanced from Declan to Orion. Then, bringing a hand through her hair, she gave a light huff. 

“I would say that at the courts of kings, duty often comes before comfort,” she said in a faintly haughty-sounding voice. 

Despite this, her red lips were teased with a small, almost shyer smile as she walked over to Orion and rested a hand on his arm. 

“Come on -- I’ll show you the gardens.”

x~x~x~x

Carewyn walked with Orion out into the gardens. They were both painfully aware of the servants and courtiers roaming through the castle halls, so they spoke formally in case anyone overheard. This didn’t mean that Carewyn and Orion didn’t engage in witty banter some of the time. 

“And here we have the Louis-Phillipe Wing -- home of every court portrait commissioned in the last thousand years. Except the burned ones of the Mad Queen Judith, King Charles, and the Knave of Hearts...but I don’t think those really fit the overall ‘look’ the court was going for.”

“The charred frames would probably be a bit jarring, in a setting that so relishes cosmetic beauty.”

Orion relaxed significantly once they’d gotten outside. Even so, he noticed that Carewyn’s posture stayed very straight, and he held his tongue as she walked through the royal gardens, away from the castle windows and past the hedge maze.

“There are lovely flowers here,” he commented. His eyes were drawn to the bushes of pink roses planted along the path.

Carewyn smiled. “Yes...I always imagined that all of the roses would be red, after the stories I grew up hearing about the Mad Queen Judith. I’m glad Queen Rosalie planted some different colors.”

“I must confess, I never understood Queen Judith’s disdain for white roses,” said Orion lightly. 

“Neither do I,” Carewyn agreed. “I think they’re beautiful.”

“Yes -- and far more sincere in intent, as well,” said Orion. 

Carewyn raised her eyebrows, interested. 

“Many believe red roses stand for ‘true love,’ but in truth, they’re symbolic of passion -- desire -- beauty and romance,” Orion explained. “But I do not think those things truly encapsulate love. It encapsulates lust -- longing, perhaps -- but love?”

“Love is so much more than that,” said Carewyn. 

Orion smiled, nodding in agreement. “White roses, on the other hand...they represent innocence. Youthfulness. Purity. It’s not a declaration of true love, but a promise of eternal love and loyalty. And what else could such a promise be seen as but pure and innocent, made easily by youthful lovers?”

Carewyn considered this with a smile. 

“...I hadn’t considered that perspective,” she admitted. “I guess in a way, promising to love someone forever does seem a bit foolish...but I would hope that if you truly know the person and their flaws, a promise like that could be made out of sincere devotion, rather than childish naivety. At which point, such a flower truly would be evocative of purity.” 

Orion contemplated this, his black eyes drifting away pensively. “An interesting thought. Pure innocence, or pure loyalty? I suppose that could be the split path such a rose could grow between...”

Carewyn noted Orion once again considering the rose bushes planted along the path they walked.

“Are you partial to pink roses?” she asked amusedly. “You seem very interested in ours.”

Orion looked up, startled, before turning away with a faintly bashful grin. 

“Not particularly,” he said. “I merely...think their meaning is the most honest, of the lot.”

Carewyn tilted her head curiously. “Oh?”

Orion glanced at her out the side of his eye, his smile becoming a bit softer.

“...Pink roses are sometimes given romantically...but truly, they’re much more versatile than roses of other colors. They represent many things -- joy, comfort, gratitude, grace...even simple admiration. When you choose to give a pink rose to someone, you’re telling them that you greatly esteem them -- that you think highly of them and that you’re thankful that you two have been able to walk the same path. And moreover, that you wish that person to be happy...especially when Fate has seen fit to deprive them of joy, in their day-to-day existence.”

Orion’s face grew a little more solemn, his lips losing some of their smile even while his black eyes remained gentle.

“...There were a few times...I think I should have sent you roses of that sort, in this last year,” he said lowly. “I regret that I’m only now thinking of it.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened as she gave his arm a light squeeze.

“Your letters were comfort enough, Orion,” she said softly. 

She glanced over her shoulder, before coming to a stop at last. She turned to face Orion. 

“All right -- we shouldn’t be overheard this far out.”

She slowly took hold of his hands the way Rosalie or Chiara did, when they were taking Carewyn into their confidence. Her blue eyes had hardened a bit, becoming more solemn. 

“...Orion...I feel I should explain how this happened. ...Why I’m here.”

Orion inclined his head to her, his own eyes becoming more serious. 

“You don’t need to explain, Carewyn,” he said gently. “I must admit, I was surprised at first, to learn you were in the line to replace Queen Rosalie...after all, such power is something you’ve never pursued or expressed interest in. But I’m quite sure you were placed in a position much like mine -- where you were offered the responsibility, and you felt an obligation to accept it. Is that not so?”

Carewyn looked away uncomfortably. “Yes...and no.” 

She sighed as she closed her eyes.

“You remember how in January, I received a letter about Jacob’s arrest?”

Orion nodded. 

“Well, I’ve sent multiple letters back since, requesting updates about his condition, as well as sending personal messages to him -- but that notice was the last thing I’ve heard of him. It’s like nothing I’m sending is making any difference at all, or even getting through...and I know why. Rakepick doesn’t want me sending letters -- she wants me there, in person.”

Orion’s eyes grew a little smaller. “...She wants to lure you back to the Country of Spades.”

Carewyn nodded, her eyes narrowing. “I’m only a private citizen -- as I am, I would have no means to escape any cage she might lock me into, if I returned. That’s why I’m following Queen Rosalie’s wish and becoming her successor. Yes, she’s counting on me, and yes, I know I could help people...”

Her eyes flared with a dark kind of conviction. 

“...But it’s only as Queen of Hearts that I would stand on equal footing with the likes of Patricia Rakepick. Maybe then I might have some power in helping Jacob and Mum without getting trapped myself.”

She closed her eyes.

“...I know it’s selfish,” she said quietly. “But if there’s any chance that I could save them, any at all, I have to take it.”

Orion’s eyes softened. Slipping his hands out of hers at last, he tentatively reached out to take hold of her shoulders.

“Believe me, Carewyn,” he murmured, “‘selfish’ is a word I would never use to describe you.”

He paused. Then he gave her a gentle smile. 

“...Carewyn...I must confess that I also came here for my own personal reasons as well as diplomacy.”

Carewyn looked up, surprised. 

“I said I’d hoped to see you at the university, while I was here,” said Orion, “and while that is true, I may have downplayed it. For in truth, that was the real reason behind my visit in the first place -- to see you.”

He smiled fully.

“Carewyn...your mother is in the Land of Clubs.”

Carewyn felt like her heart had been squeezed. 

“Mum?” 

“She’s safe,” Orion soothed her at once, seeing how pale and tense she’d gotten despite the joy in her eyes and face. “She was found on the railroad tracks just outside the capitol of Clubs and taken to the closest hospital.”

“Hospital?” Carewyn said at once. “Is she all right? Is she sick?”

“She’s fine,” Orion said gently, his right hand on Carewyn’s shoulder trailing over it reassuringly. “She’s malnourished and a bit weak after her ordeal, but Madam Sprout says she’ll make a full recovery.”

Carewyn was visibly overwhelmed. She looked as white as a sheet and seemed unable to speak. Instead all she could do was cover her face in her hands as she silently struggled to hold in her intense emotions. Orion patiently stood by her, waiting until she could catch her breath. 

After several minutes, Carewyn finally managed to get enough of a grip of her emotions to uncover her face again. Even so, her hands and smile were trembling, no matter how strong and stoic her posture was. 

“...Does Rakepick know she’s there?” she asked slowly. “In Clubs?”

“Not as far as I’m aware,” said Orion. “I left your mother in the protection of my Ace, Cato Reese, until my return -- he’ll ensure no harm befalls her.”

Carewyn nodded, her eyes hardening with conviction. “We should keep Rakepick unaware of Mum’s location, as long as we can. Rakepick has no legal jurisdiction to cross the border of Hearts to reach me, but Mum has been declared a criminal, same as Jacob. According to the current treaties, Rakepick could seek Mum’s extradition back to Spades, and although yes, you could deny the request as King, that would then place Spades and Clubs in a very difficult position politically.”

Orion brought a hand up to his bearded chin thoughtfully. “Indeed. My Ace of Clubs has never shrunk at the prospect of war, if it means protecting others, and I truly envy him for it. But given Rakepick’s current disposition, her knowing that we’re harboring refugees who she has labeled as political criminals could fuel a fire that would be difficult to stifle, once started. And once that fire has spread to Clubs, it would be harder to provide the aid that we’re already covertly giving.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. “Then perhaps we’ll need to make more of a statement. King Declan has just as little interest in war as you do, and so do I -- but the Kingdom of Hearts doesn’t have the pacifistic history that the Land of Clubs has. I doubt Rakepick will be quite as willing to pick a fight with us...so perhaps I can pursue slightly more pointed negotiations.”

She then bowed her head, her gaze falling to her feet. 

“In the meantime...will you please continue to care for my mother, until she’s well enough to travel?”

Orion nodded. “Of course.”

Carewyn’s blue eyes were flooded with emotion she tried in vain to hide as she once again threw out her arms and encircled Orion in an embrace. This time, however, Orion was ready, and he caught her, his hand landing in her ginger hair.

“Orion, I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you,” she whispered. 

Orion’s black eyes regarded the Princess of Hearts with muted fondness. “Your joy is enough reward for me.”

Carewyn looked up at him, her red lips curled up in a fond smile of her own. “Even so...”

Her eyes drifted to the side. Then, extricating herself from Orion’s arms quickly, she strode back the way they came.

“Carewyn?” said Orion. 

But Carewyn didn’t answer. Instead, she merely came bustling back a moment later, a pink rose in hand.

“Here.”

She fetched a bobby pin from her hair and -- being careful not to prick either herself or Orion with its thorns -- she fixed the pink bloom to the front of Orion’s gold-trimmed green robes. 

“Pink roses mean gratitude among other things, do they not?” Carewyn reminded him.

Orion watched her hands work, and when she’d finished securing the rose and smiled up at him, he found his own black eyes softening.

“Among other things,” he agreed lowly. 

The King of Clubs paused. 

“Thank you, Carewyn,” he said at last. “I only wish...I could help reunite you with your brother as well.”

Carewyn closed her eyes. 

“It’s all right,” she said. 

Although her eyes weren’t readable, her voice was very firm even as it lowered in volume. 

“I will set Jacob free. No matter what Rakepick might do to try to stop me...I will save him.”

x~x~x~x

Orion brought back both that pink rose and a letter from Carewyn to Lane, upon his return to Clubs. Lane read her daughter’s letter with tears in her eyes, and by the time she was done, those tears came down like streams around her broad smile. 

“My Winnie...my little Winnie, a Princess...”

Cato brought a hand onto the blond woman’s shoulder, giving it a supportive squeeze, as more tears of joy streaked down her face. Orion smiled too. 

Like him, Carewyn Cromwell was not the sort who would’ve ever chosen to pursue power. But perhaps that was what had made others deem her worthy of it, in the first place -- and, Orion thought, it was as Carewyn had told him so many years ago: he didn’t think the Kingdom of Hearts could be represented by a braver, more selfless woman. 

#hphm cardverse #cardverse au #my writing #carewyn cromwell #declan conroy #orion amari #rosalie emilien #lane cromwell #cato reese #jacob cromwell #patricia rakepick #as I've said before I intend to keep any carion content I write for this AU kind of vague #nothing overtly romantic #but that doesn't mean these two aren't still kindred spirits #they deeply respect and care about each other and now that they're both monarchs they understand each other in a way few others do