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xaphrin · 6 months

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Midnight Promises Broken at Dawn

It's Halloween! (just barely) and this is part of the colab I was working on with @inverted-typo. We decided to go with an Eros and Psyche theme.

There's so much more that's set to come out, because (of course) it got way out of control. I am aiming for the next part in two weeks, and I will post it to AO3.

Thank you so much for everything, and for being patient!

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Damian felt the tug of someone breaking the seal that lined the wilderness of his estate. It was like a spider web thread snapping in the back of his mind, the delicate fiber straining until it broke and hung limp and loose against someone’s skin.

Curious.

The seal was designed to create a barrier along his sacred land so that wandering humans would have the sudden urge to panic and flee in the opposite direction. Anyone who managed to break through was either very powerful or very stupid. Or, maybe even a little desperate. After all, desperation bred fools.

He glanced up from the sketch he’d been working on and stared out the window into the dark gray of a blizzard at twilight, a mild annoyance creasing his brow. Damian may have been the grandson of a god, and have some minor powers of his own, but even he couldn't command the weather when it was like this.

Unfortunately, whoever had broken through his barrier would be allowed to remain close to his land until the storm calmed down.

Damian frowned and let go of a heavy sigh, glaring at nothing in particular. What an annoyance.

Raven could at least say that she had been given some small graces, even tiny ones. She had managed to harvest a few late mushrooms and set up additional traps in the woods farther from her cabin. It would have been better to have the traps be a bit closer to where she was currently taking shelter, but the storm had moved in faster than she anticipated, leaving her food sources scarce, and her choices even moreso.

The wind whipped overhead, shaking snow loose from the trees and scattering it over her shoulders. The noise was somehow both ear-deafening and eerily quiet. It shook her bones, but somehow never made a real sound.

With a curse staining her lips, she picked her way back along the path she created, making her way back to the dilapidated cabin she was taking shelter in. Her feet couldn’t move her fast enough. She felt strange being on this land, as if she wasn’t supposed to be here. It felt like a tug in her chest, a panicked feeling that made her breath short and her body shiver hard. But necessity drove her this far away from the cabin, and her options were growing more and more limited.

"Someday," she muttered to herself, brushing snow-wet hair from her eyes, "I am going to learn to live with others. In a society. With people."

It seemed more like an empty promise than a real one, and it was one she made at least three times a week. It had been well over a year since her bastard of a father had thankfully died, but his heavy shadow remained on her shoulders - oppressive and domineering. Her world should have opened up and grown larger with possibilities and friends, but the fingers of his crazed fear sank too deep into her own mind. And if she was honest with herself, she doubted she would ever be free of them.

For the protection of the world, you must remain alone. You are a stain here, Raven. Nothing better than a whore of Babylon.

Fuck him. Cursing his grave (wherever it was), she kicked at a rotting stump and made her way back to the abandoned forest ranger cabin that had become her temporary home. It didn't have much in the way of modern comforts, but at least it had a hand pump for water outside, and an outhouse. After some of the places she had stayed with her father, four walls around her while she did her business was practically palatial in comparison.

Raven made her way through the snow, following the marks she had left in the trees to show the path. The storm continued to rage around her, growing more and more violent and bitterly cold with each minute. Even the shelter of thick, ancient pines couldn’t shield her forever. She pulled her worn coat tighter around her, and eventually found her way back to the cabin.

When she stepped over the threshold, the pitch black of night had fallen, and the storm eased marginally. Small blessings, even if they were a little late.

Walking carefully over the packed dirt floor, Raven stoked the coals still smoldering in the fireplace, and sank down into the ragged remains of an armchair by the hearth. She looked through her ever thinning supplies until she located her last can of soup. Sighing, she tucked it near the coals of the fire, warming what was left of her food. She wasn't sure when she'd be able to go on a supply run into town, and she didn't feel great about the traps she set today, so she was going to have to make this last as long as she could.

Raven pulled herself close to the fire and tucked her thin blanket around her legs, feeling every muscle in her body ache with exertion. She was weary, and not just from the daily struggle of trying to survive. She was weary of being so utterly alone and isolated. Her father, in spite of all his bullshit, was at least some small amount of company. After he died, she had no one.

Her chest grew tight, and grief filled her until it was so heavy she wasn’t sure if she could bear the weight. A cold tear spilled over her cheek and she wiped it away with her sleeve. She wasn’t sad for his loss, but was sad that she had no one to turn to - no one to help her move forward in the world. She was, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Raven watched the coals' red glow fade, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness as she slipped into a half-sleep, where her dreams seemed far too real.

"A human. How pathetic."

Raven grit her teeth against the insult. She might have been a pathetic human, but she would survive out of spite, and that was a threat.

Her head rocked to the side, staring into the dark shadows of the half-rotted cabin. Hearing phantom voices and seeing unexpected things became a usual occurrence after being alone for so long, but this voice sounded different than it ever had before. "You're not any better…" She paused, trying to think of something to call this new hallucination. “…you ass.”

Very clever.

The was a soft grunt, proving that it was obviously not insulted by her weak name calling. The shadows moved like smoke, staying tight to the deepest part of the darkness. Raven felt something staring at her, as if trying to understand what she was. She turned her head and stared into the rafters, hearing the creak and groan of the roof under the weight of snow.

“What are you doing out here?”

“It’s public land. I am public.” She closed her eyes, trying to let herself fall deeper into sleep, but the shadows kept talking, much to her annoyance. Sometimes she wished her phantoms would just shut up.

“Not all of it is public land. You stepped past those boundaries.”

“Oh, please.” Raven snorted. “Will some absurdly rich recluse really know if I trap a few hares on their thousands of acres of unused land?”

The shadows responded with a strange breathy noise, as if it wasn’t sure whether or not she made a valid point.

“See?” Raven let her point seep into her tone. “Even you agree.”

There was another long pause, and the darkness spoke again. “Perhaps there is a reason to keep you off the land.”

“To make sure that their investment of land holdings is properly protected?”

“Hm.” The shadows moved like ink in water, spreading out against the walls as the coals’ light dimmed even farther. Finally it moved closer to her. “You seem to think you know a lot for someone who lives in a stolen hovel on public land.”

“Circumstances don’t always dictate the totality of a person.”

The shadows didn’t seem to know what to make of that comment, and stayed silent. Raven closed her eyes and let her body sink into the remains of the armchair, wrapping the threadbare blankets tighter around her. She shifted onto her side and faced the fading heat of the coals. The world grew heavy and dark, and Raven felt her body finally succumb to exhaustion, as she slipped into a dark, empty dreamless sleep.

But, she swore she heard one last word from her half-dream of shadows along the wall…

“Curious.”

She haunted his thoughts and that infuriated him more than anything.

This ragged slip of a human, who squatted in abandoned cabins and had the gall to tease him. Him. The grandson of a god, and a demigod in his own right.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if the traps she set remained bare, if she had managed to find food or warmth, and even if her firewood was dry enough. It was unbearable. Every moment he wasn’t completely focused on something else, she entered his thoughts.

Against his better judgment, Damian found himself visiting her again a few nights later, unable to stay away. He thought that if he saw her again, he might be less enamored by her - at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

She was interesting, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. There was something about the way she spoke to him that piqued his curiosity. It was as if she thought he was an echo or a dream, and not real in any sense of the word. He had spent most of his long life being surrounded by those who worshiped his grandfather, and while Damian appreciated the reverence and kowtowing, it felt almost refreshing to have someone treat him… normal.

Almost.

She should still have some verneration for him. He was technically still a god.

When Damian slipped into the shadows of the abandoned cabin, he found her floating in that space between awake and sleep where things seemed almost real. Her eyes lifted to the dark corner where he stood, trying to discern his shape from between the shadows.

“You came back.” Her voice was a slow drawling sound that slid over his skin like a spell. “I thought you’d disappeared. It’s been a few days since you’ve haunted me.”

Part of him wished he hadn’t returned here, and he had forgotten all about the trespasser on his land. But, here he was, watching a strange woman sleep on a rotting armchair. “You’re still here…” He trailed off, leaving the question unspoken in the air.

“Raven,” she muttered with an annoyed sigh. “I would have thought you would have at least known my name since you insist on following me around and invading my inner peace.” There was a long pause and he thought she had fallen asleep. Finally, her words slipped from behind her lips. “I’m here because I have nowhere else to go.”

He blinked and continued to watch her, letting her words settle. There was a story there he wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure if he should pry. Prying meant that there was a part of him that cared about her, and he didn’t. But… perhaps he was a little curious.

“You have no home?”

“Even if I did, it would not be a place I would go back to." Raven sighed, as if this conversation was exhausting her. “And, if I can't find strength in myself, then who else could I possibly find strength in?”

Damian was about to say something brave and gallant, but he stopped himself. He was not the type of person to offer platitudes and words of encouragement, and he certainly wasn't the type of person to offer help in any sense of the word. He liked his solitude and his privacy, and the only reason he was here was because this human was upsetting his perfectly manicured life.

Still…

“Seems to be a lonely life.”

“It is.” She gave a dry laugh, her blunt answer cutting through the weight of the room. There was a sorrow that clung to her, and a longing for something more than she had now. “After all, I'm talking to the shadows on the wall about my lack of home.”

He wondered if she would believe him if he said he was real, but chose to keep silent instead.

“You should go away, you’re keeping me from my well deserved sleep. You’re like an annoying fly buzzing around my head.” She gave a halfhearted wave, as if shooing him away, before she turned her face to the warmth of the fire. Her breath deepened, and Damian stood there for a long while, watching this curious human sleep.

There was an odd, uncomfortable stirring in his chest, as though his heart was waking up after a long, deep sleep.

His lips twitched in annoyance, and he glanced around the small cabin, taking stock of what she owned. It was so little, that it seemed as though she had simply walked out of a place one day with whatever she could carry on her back. A few clothes, a threadbare blanket, a backpack that had certainly seen better days, and…

His eyes rested on several beat up paperback books poking through the holes of her bag. That seemed like an odd choice, having books when she seemed to have such limited resources in the first place. Damian turned that observation around in his head for a moment, unsure of what to make of it.

Ultimately, it didn't matter. Mortals were of little concern to him.

Raven included.

Ignoring that strange flutter in his chest, he slipped back into the shadows and disappeared from the cabin.

#damirae #demonbirds #damian and raven #I WROTE A FIC #HOLY HADES #eros and psyche au

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 8 months

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Lena's Got Game [A Supercorp Fic]

I just posted an actual fic to ao3. Check it out if you're interested!

Title: Lena's Got Game

Summary: After the battle with Nyxly, Lena changes... and develops a bit of a reputation.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49386226

#supercorp #lena's got game #somehow in btwn bg3 ffxiv and my new crochet project #i wrote a fic #a real fic #not just headcanons #please read it #i miss posting actual fics #and i crave feedback #so. feed me #if you will #:)

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stupidstrawberrystars · 1 month

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hi. so. I NEED MORE OF THAT TIKTOK AU

While I am writing this for me, to try and remind myself why I love writing, I also love that other people loved it too ❤️ I promised myself i wouldn’t answer this until I finished the next bit, so I have :) So thank you 😊

Wolfstar tiktok AU- Part Two (sorry if it’s unrealistic how often they go on “lives”. The next one will likely be them accidentally creating a couples trend).

Previous (Part One). Next (Part Three).

Oh and… this is 3k words. So i’m thinking of putting it on ao3. BUT ITS GOOD. I promise. Please read it (if it’s ur thing). They flirt embarrassingly and then Remus gets Sirius a super cute birthday gift!

Half their fan base are “Wolfstar” fans now. Thank James for sharing the ship name Marlene came up with a couple years ago. Luckily, Sirius is reassured that Remus has none and will not get any social media, due to his constant slander of it. So he’ll never find out about their fans.

But their platform is pretty great, it’s a community already and there’s almost no toxic people. Which is exactly why Sirius feels comfortable with this stream on his birthday. Him and James have been trying on skirts.

They’re on the final ones now. Pete’s in the background ranking them. James has on a kind of ugly red skirt, it passes his feet and has weird frills all over it. But Sirius likes his skirt. The most actually. It’s a pleated, green mini(ish) skirt, the type that goes perfectly with his leather jacket and boots.

He doesn’t have a super feminine build (except maybe his long hair- it’s all dumb stereotypes though) and he’s certainly not as thin as skirts are often designed for, so he was worried they wouldn’t suit or fit him. But James offered to do this, and he’s really enjoyed it.

And now Sirius is tempted to wear it to the mini birthday celebration Marlene’s organised for him tonight. Only there’s a slight problem, it’s a little cold outside and none of his shirts go with the skirt.

“Padfoot, you literally own everything, how do you not have anything that goes?” James cannot even say that right now, he’s wearing a football top over the skirt. Football tops can go with skirts, but definitely not that skirt.

“They do go. But it’s so cold and Marls planned a mostly outside thing. Usually i’d sacrifice my temperature for my style but it is my birthday. Shouldn’t I just get my perfect outfit?”

Pete warned him. He said that wearing the skirt outside wasn’t the best idea in November. But it hasn’t been too cold recently. Plus, it really looks good with his boots.

“Hey how about one of Moony’s jumpers you stole? They’re thin enough to fit under the jacket, would go with the skirt and would keep you warm. Plus you love them.” Sirius feels his cheeks warm a little. Trust Pete to simultaneously contribute a good idea and embarrass him. But regardless, he goes into his room and comes back out with two jumpers.

“I’ve only got red and orange? Neither go with green. I need like a- a brown one. So never mind.”

And as Sirius contemplates his outfit, the door opens.

“Sorry i’m late I had to pop back to my place to grab your gif-“ Sirius looks over when he hears Remus trail off.

“You alright Moons?” Remus is frozen in place, staring at Sirius like a deer in headlights. From their camera placement, the phone is recording only Sirius and James, with Pete popping up in the background. So Sirius steps out of frame to go towards Remus at the door. “Hey Moony.” James yells from behind him and it seems to snap Remus out of whatever caught his attention.

“Fuck, shit, sorry. Got erm- distracted. Hey, Happy Birthday Pads! I like- hah- the skirts. They suit you both. Well. I’ve got the drinks demanded by Marls and your gifts Padfoot.” It’s not even a compliment towards him and yet Sirius blushes.

“Yeah Remus is right, you’re really pulling of that long fucking red thing there James.” The compliment was probably just Remus trying to be nice. Petes right, James has pulled of many of the skirts so far but this is not the one.

“What the compliment, thanks Wormy.”

Full disclosure, they had to admit the background story of all their nicknames to the internet, lest their fans think they’re bullying Pete.

Sirius steps back into camera, with the whole living room behind him, placing the drinks to the side and grabbing his gifts. There’s two. A small box and a bigger, less obvious-shaped gift.

“So everyone, I haven’t seen Moony alllll day since he had class and tests without stopping and he had to revise. But, worry not, he did text me Happy Birthday between each class cause he knows I want attention. So, how’d they go Moons?”

Sirius is inspecting the bigger gift, it’s an odd shape, and vaguely squishy, perhaps clothes, and when he looks back up at Remus, he’s got a little blush on his cheeks and his neck, and Sirius (not for the first time) wonders how far down his body it runs.

“Oh we don’t- it doesn’t matter... Oh okay stop glaring at me. All three tests went okay. I was really happy with my essay one though. So yeah, not so bad.”

“Congrats Moony, knew you’d kill it. Since we’re sharing news, I got to cover for the missing chef today, above all the other interns, so...” He’s told James and Sirius already. But there’s something about telling Remus news that matters more (at least to Sirius).

“Holy shit Pete that’s awesome. I knew they loved you. Good job. Hey, let’s see the cake you made. We’re so lucky to have a cook, I swear i’d starve to death without you.” Pete smiles at Remus’ compliment like he doesn’t say the same sort of thing every time Remus eats Pete’s food. And they live together, so that’s very often. Remus is just always so genuine.

Pete lifts the lid of the cake box to show Remus, and they fall into a little conversation in the kitchen, just to the edge of the screen of their live.

“You gonna open his gift now or later Pads?”

But Sirius isn’t even listening. He’s got an idea.

“Hey Moony come over here.” Remus walks towards Sirius with a doubtful look on his face. He clearly knows the tone Sirius takes when he wants something.

Sirius places the gifts on the table beside him, he’s desperate to know what they are but it’ll have to wait.

“So... i’ve been trying to figure out what top can go with this skirt-“ There’s a joke about Remus topping him in there someone, and that’s obviously what James is thinking, “But nothing I own goes with it. I was going to wear one of your jumpers, but the ones i’ve got here are the wrong colour.”

Remus furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head as if to ask where this is going. It’s a bit far to go to Remus’ flat to steal his jumper. That’s not the plan though.

“And then in you walked, like the answer to my dreams,” Remus attempts to lean on the mini table behind him but it pushes backwards easily and he stumbles forward, sort of recovering. “And I realised the jumper you’re wearing right now matches absolutely perfectly with my skirt and my jacket.” Sirius takes a step towards Remus, and grabs onto the jumper ever so gently with his hand, and then looks a little up at Remus with what he hopes is a cute and not at all guilty smile.

“You-“ Remus chokes on his own words as he tries to speak, “You want the one i’m wearing righ- erm- right now?”

Sirius isn’t stupid, he knows Remus gets flustered sometimes when he’s a little flirty (Remus is gay, and Sirius is fucking hot, anyone with eyes would want to fuck him, so no James, it is not proof Remus loves him back). And he knows Remus never refuses anyone cause he’s so lovely. Especially not on their birthday.

“Come on Moons. It’s my birthday. Please.” Puppy dog eyes never fail. It’s funny actually, cause when anyone else sends Remus cute eyes in order to persuade him, like James, he usually just rolls his eyes and ignores them. But it always works when it’s Sirius.

Maybe he’s just really good at it. Pete always said Sirius was a dog in another life.

“Don’t you think I should wear the skirt? Or do I not actually look good?” For the record (he’ll be accused of this later by fans) he was not guilt tripping Remus. They both know he’s going to agree. Sirius just has to jump through a few hoops so Remus can feel like he has willpower. “Pads you- you look great.” Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You look hot okay. Really hot. But what- erm- what’ll I wear if you take my top?”

That was easy. And yes, he does look hot. Good of Remus to notice (James is shooting him the look, as he always does. It means “It’s reciprocated you idiot”. But Sirius still isn’t sure. That was just a compliment after all).

Sirius wraps one hand around Remus’ arm and keeps the other one buried in his jumper, and then tugs him. Remus trips over a little but follows behind.

“I’ll find you something.”

“Wait Padfoot- I just-“

“Oh come on,” Sirius spins back to meet Remus’ eyes, “You’re the one who said I should wear the skirt. You said I look hot. Hot enough to have earnt it?”

Remus coughs and turns red, again. He blushes so easily. But he tugs Sirius into his bedroom so they can trade.

That’s for sure a win.

And while they’re in there... let’s just say James makes plenty of innuendoes. And Pete laughs his head off.

“You are going to give me the jumper back... right Pads?” Remus walks out the room in his red jumper that Sirius stole a month ago, and Sirius in Remus’ brown jumper. To be fair, it does go with the skirt perfectly.

“Really Moony? It’s my birthday.”

“Yes and usually the rule is I pick you a gift, you don’t just steal one of my belongings. Which I have by the way, two actually. and you haven’t opened either.”

“I’ll give it back eventually Moony. But don’t I just look lovely in this? Or- do you not think I look lovely?”

Sirius reaches to where he left the gifts and picks them up. It’s got a card stuck to the front of the wrapping. He’s ignoring the slight insecurity in his voice. It’s never an easy thing to dress more feminine after being raised the way he was. But he loves fashion and makeup. And he believes it’s for everyone. So he won’t let his past prevent his future.

“You look-“ Remus grabs Sirius’ arm and turns him so they’re facing each other. It throws off Sirius’ balance a little and now he’s definitely close enough for all the fan edits to take advantage of. Plus he’s in Remus’ jumper. And it smells so much like him. He really must’ve been a dog in another life. “You look absolutely gorgeous Pads”.

He whispers it, like it’s a secret, and yet also like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Trust Moony to recognise the slight worry in his voice and go to extra effort to reassure him.

“Th-Thanks Moons.” Sirius never used to believe books or tv when they claimed the world fell away when they locked eyes with their soulmate. Frankly he never even believed in soulmates. But if soulmates aren’t real, what the bloody hell is Remus Lupin?

Because Sirius has never been more sure of anything in the world, than this. Than that he meets Remus in every universe and in every time and in every life and Remus ruins him. In a heartbreaking, life shattering, incredibly brilliant way.

Because when he meets Remus’ eyes, time becomes a simple construct, a useless concept unnecessary to his thoughts. And other people become 2D, folded flat and barely visible. Sound falls away and all he can hear is Remus’ words and his gentle breathing.

“Wanna open your gifts now Pads?” Remus’ hands are still ever so slightly on his hips, and his right hand has slipped just low enough that one of his fingers is resting on Sirius’ skin. It’s electric, and yet also calming. He’s buzzing and yet peaceful. And he still can’t look away.

Sirius is convinced he’s never once been the first one of the two to break eye contact. Because how the fuck could he ever look away from Remus’ eyes.

“Okay.” I’ll do anything you say. You don’t even have to ask.

Sirius stares into his eyes until he looks away, as always, not breaking eye contact first.

Then he carefully takes the card of the paper and opens it with his nail the way his mother trained him to do.

It’s got a tacky 21 on the front but when Sirius opens it, it’s got quite a bit written inside.

Dear Pads

Happy Birthday!

I know we don’t usually write much in these dumb cards, the gift and the day itself are the point right? But I thought maybe this time I should add something extra.

Your 21st birthday is important Pads. And not because you can now drink legally if you ever go to America.

Today marks 5 years since you were brave enough to leave home, sorry that’s probably not something you want me reminding you off. And yet here I am.

You pretend like today doesn’t hurt you. But I know you. So I know it does. And that’s okay.

You don’t listen to James or Reg when they tell you, so please listen to me, to this. You are brave Sirius. You are brave and you are sweet and you are tough. Tougher than me. And you’re so fucking smart.

You are the most incredible person i’ve ever had the luxury of knowing. And hey, i’m not saying this out loud okay? God knows your ego’s big enough ;) So just… believe this Sirius. Believe me. Please. I’d go through anything to know you. I’d do all the dumb shit i’ve done again and again as long as I knew i’d get to keep you.

This world is boring as shit half the time and too painful to live in the other half. And yet with you, it’s a fairytale.

I guess you’re just magic Pads.

So I hope you enjoy today. And the rest of your birthdays. And I hope I get the pleasure of being there for them all.

Love, Moony ❤️

“Jesus Moony-“ Sirius chokes on a slight cry. “Fucking sappy git.” He tugs Remus’ jumper and pulls him into a hug. Remus just chuckles.

“Open the fucking gifts Pads.” Sirius laughs.

“Damn alright Moony.” Looking back down at them, Sirius still isn’t sure what they’ll be.

Ripping open the paper to the bigger one (James bullies him if he uses his nail to gently open it like his parents used to make him) Sirius feels its clothing. And it’s black. He takes it out to find…

That fucking sneak. A few months ago Sirius wanted to order this old leather jacket, from a brand that went bust, but to get it he had to consistently outbid this random guy on ebay. He didn’t have the time. Remus offered to take over for him but Sirius refused, deciding (disappointed) that it wasn’t worth it.

But he must’ve done it anyway. Even when he was feeling sick. Just to win Sirius a fucking jacket he adored.

“This is the jacket I wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“That I couldn’t get cause I had to outbid someone all day.”

“Yeah.”

“That I told you not to try and get for me cause you were sick.”

“Yeah…”

He’s blushing. Well- they’re both blushing. Sirius is blushing because Remus fucking Lupin worked so hard to get him an amazing gift, and Remus is… well he’s probably blushing out of embarrassment. He hates it when people compliment him, which technically Sirius hasn’t done yet but the intention is there.

“Thank you.” He tries to sound as sincere as possible. He wants Remus to understand how much he appreciates him.

“Just open the other one.”

Sirius looks at the small box. He has no idea what could be in it (within reason, it’s obviously some sort of jewellery).

He unwraps it and opens the box.

And it’s his old rings.

The ones he left behind, at his house, when he ran away.

He’d gotten them at a one-time, random stand in London with Remus when he was 15. They were expensive but fucking good quality. He wished he’d remembered to grab them when he ran. He’d searched forever to find the people who ran the stand. And no rings since had felt the same.

“What the- Moons how the hell did you get these?” There’s silence for a moment before-

“What are they?” If he’s being totally honest, Sirius forget James was even there.

“Look-“ Sirius tips the box towards James, and he gasps, “That’s the rings you lost!”

Sirius looks back at Remus.

“I just- you bring them up sometimes. You got most things when you left, and Reg brought some things, but your parents bragged about burning them, and I can tell it bothers you that you lost them. Not that it was at all your fault. Anyway, I had a picture, of the inside of one. I’d sent it to Lily after you bought them. And I noticed the photo had an engraving on it, I zoomed in and it was the name of this company. I checked it out, turns out it was a little family company and they still had a little ring shop in Italy. So I had my friend Grant, he’s in Italy for uni, drop by the shop and look. Turns out they did all their work as custom designs but I had some photos of the rings on your hands, so I sent them to Grant and the people there recreated them. That’s why I stole a bunch of your rings 4 months back. To photo them with a coin, for measuring. So they’ll all fit on different fingers.”

Remus is staring at his feet the whole time as he speaks, as if Sirius is going get mad that he went to so much effort to get him the most thoughtful and lovely gift of all time. Fuck. Remus Lupin. How was Sirius ever supposed to not fall in love with him?

“I- I don’t know what to- thank you Remus. Thank you so, so much. Fuck, you’re so amazing, and sweet-“ And there’s the blushing from the compliments, “You are so fucking lovely and kind and thoughtful.” Sirius can think of anymore words so he pulls Remus in for yet another hug.

It lasts longer than it probably should.

“Erm- not to interrupt or anything- but we’re totally gonna be late and this is erm- is sort of still going.” Sirius turns around to James.

“What’s still going?” James blinks and then Sirius remembers.

“Oh the live thingy.” They’ve probably been half in shot the whole time. Remus doesn’t seem bothered, but Sirius is kinda pissed off. This is a moment for them, the internet doesn’t need to see it.

“There’s plenty of things they don’t see Pads. It’s okay. We still have our privacy.” Remus whispers in his ear. Fucking mind reader.

“Right. Well. We’d best turn it off so I can put these rings on and go to Marlene’s. Bye.”

Sirius shuts it off before James even gets the chance to say anything.

He turns to the others with a smile, “Text Marlene, tell her we’re about to leave, i’m just gonna put these on.” Sirius holds up the box and runs to his room.

All the rings fit perfectly.

Thanks for reading ✨❤️ (I hope you can’t tell I know nothing about jobs or chefs or fashion or university tests or clothes or rings)

#I didn’t mention it yet but remus is totally wearing a hair tie around his wrist for sirius all the time #imma try and include that soon #ugh i’m really rediscovering writing #I shall write what I love again #and what I love is dumb idiots who can’t communicate #dead gay wizards #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #marauders #wolfstar #fanfics #i wrote a fic #i wrote a thing

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shey-elizabeth · 7 months

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New Fic Alert!

Wow, it's been a while! That's what happens when you're writing your fourth book in a year I guess. LOL. I missed these guys though and this was so much fun to write.

You Look Stressed

Summary:

“You look stressed, baby. Want to bounce on my cock until you feel better?”

Stiles is going to murder Peter. Right after he's done saving him.

#steter #i wrote a fic #one shot #fluff #humor

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ununquadius · 1 year

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Rumor Has It That...

Written for the January 2023 Discord Drabble Challenge. Prompt: rumours. Wordcount: 188. Thanks marsbar for the prompt and @stargazing-enby for the beta💛🖤 Read on AO3 too

“Parvati told Lavender that Dean had heard Parkinson telling Zabini that Malfoy had a hickey and his hair was all messy when he left the toilet after Charms.”

“So?”

“So, you won’t believe who Smith from Hufflepuff saw leaving the toilet just afterwards! Harry fucking Potter!”

“No way! Potter and Malfoy?”

“And that’s not all, you know? Neville heard Hermione telling Ron that she saw them kissing behind that old witches’ tapestry on the fifth floor.”

“Merlin! What does Potter see in Malfoy? I mean, everyone knows he was this close to being thrown into Azkaban after the war. People even say he tried to kill Dumbledore!”

“But do you know why they didn’t send him to Azkaban? They say Potter spoke on his behalf at his trial.”

“Were they together last year?”

“Why would Potter defend him if not, then? Susan Bones told Padma Patil that she knows for a fact that they were dating back in Sixth Year.”

“No way! Wasn’t Potter dating Ginny Weasley then?”

“Well… rumour has it that he cheated on her because Draco was prettier.”

“Draco!”

“What? They were talking about us!”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #harry x draco #i wrote a fic #Discord drabble challenge

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mymindisfrayed · 7 months

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The child walks up to the pedestal, little feet taking hesitant steps, and leaves crunching beneath bare feet.

The sword is shining in ethereal light, and the woods fall silent. All that can be heard is the soft chiming of invisible bells.

Little hands grasp the hilt, and as he pulls, there is the feeling of many larger hands grasping his own, lending their strength.

The chiming stops. The sword leaves it’s stone sheathe. There is a figure standing before him, much taller and not quite human. Though their face is blank, he can see traces of exhausted sorrow in their blue eyes, and feel comforting warmth from their presence.

“Hello,” They speak softly, crouching down.

He startles and stares, but does not move. There is a phantom ache in his chest. A whisper of I know you.

“It is good to see you again, Link.”

#teen writer #legend of zelda #linked universe #ao3 author #snippet #fanfiction #fi loz #link loz #master sword #inspired by that one post #sobbing #imagine fi meeting a baby link #reincarnation #I wrote a fic #the syncretism #on ao3

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the-apology-dance · 6 months

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No Nightingales: Chapter One

(This was a little fic I wrote, and I figured I would post it on here as well for anybody who felt like reading it, so ✨Enjoy✨ If enough people like this, I may post the other chapters. Let me know if that is something you’d want✨)

Aziraphale had been making excuses to come down to Earth, each time longer than the last. He felt like he couldn't escape the demon. Everywhere he looked, he seemed to be there. It was odd. His memories projected onto his surroundings, not only of Crowley, but of himself as well. He had made a life down here and to simply be torn away from it all? Book Of Life be damned.

Aziraphale walked about in his bookshop, letting his finger draw a line in the dust on one of the many shelves of books he had acquired over the years. No matter how many times he dusted these shelves, the layer of dust always did seem to regenerate. He was the owner of this bookshop, a word which he used very loosely, but despite that, it was more a place to store his book collection than anything, really.

Much to the confusion of Maggie, Nina, Muriel, and even Crowley in the beginning as he never seemed to sell a single copy of a book, unless he was faced with no other choice. He was truly the definition of a bookworm. Seeming to have first editions of almost every book that he adored. He looked after the bookshop like one would look after their only child.

It was rare Aziraphale found himself in a problem that he wasn’t able to talk himself out of. Well, at least Aziraphale found that to be true, until as of late. The whole cosmic misunderstanding with Crowley seemed to rattle the duo. A massive understatement, and practically one of the biggest lies that Aziraphale had ever said to the demon in the time that they knew each other.

Which was indeed a LONG TIME. More than 6000 years to be precise.

Muriel wore a frown as they saw Aziraphale closely examining the dust, like he would find an answer hidden somewhere in it. He turned in confusion as he heard Muriel chirping in a slightly flustered manner, rocking back and forth on their black buckled flats. The lower-ranking angel had started to profusely apologize to the now Archangel for the state of things.

“That is all my fault, Mr. Fell! I should be taking better care of your bookshop! Especially since I was given specific rules on how to take care of it!” It was now Aziraphale’s turn to be flustered as he turned to Muriel, with an expression not of anger or disdain, but simply hesitation.

‘What did heaven do to this poor angel?’

“No, no! Muriel, excuse me if I misheard, but would you show me these rules?” Muriel gave a quick nod before running off to fetch the “rules” they spoke of. In the meantime, Aziraphale let himself steal a quick glance over at the couch in the back of the bookshop, half-heartedly hoping Crowley would be there, draped over the couch or the armchair in an odd position that would be uncomfortable for anyone but him. There had been a mutual agreement that the armchair was Crowley's. He normally sat there while Aziraphale was working, either in his snake form or his human form, gangly limbs sprawled out on the chair.

He wasn’t surprised when Crowley was nowhere to be seen, yet he couldn’t help the feeling of his heart dropping at the sight. He promised himself that he wouldn’t go chasing after Crowley when he came down from Heaven, yet as time passed the more his mind started to like the idea of breaking that promise. Just a little. On his end, he could feel the love radiating not only radiating from his chest, but his entire being towards the demon.

Muriel appeared once again holding a piece of paper out to him, which he eagerly took. His eyes scanned the page and his shoulders dropped. He would know that scrawly handwriting anywhere. It belonged to Crowley.

HOW TO RUN THE BOOKSHOP 101

-DO NOT SELL THE BOOKS TO ANYONE. (you can tell anyone who comes in looking for one to sod off as quickly and politely as possible)

-Close the shop at 6 PM. Open it whenever you feel like, he never really had an issue with that.

-Nothing FLAMMABLE should be INSIDE the bookshop. (If candles ARE NEEDED, use the electric ones in the drawer with his fountain pens)

-The further back the books are in the shop, the older they are. (Do not touch the ones near the staircase in the back of the shop, they will fall apart)

-This bookshop was created sometime in the 1700s, so everything is pretty old and also very delicate (he never told me exactly when it opened, it was somewhere around there)

-Please dust the bookshelves off at least once every day (or as many times as you’d like)

-Don’t bother moving the books around he has his own odd system that he uses to sort them

Not even at gunpoint. Did he really watch him that intently? Apparently, he was right that you never could tell exactly what he was looking at with his sunglasses on. Aziraphale moved to the back of his couch, sitting down gently on the cushions. He felt his eyes well up with tears, his vision blurring as Crowley’s smell was also embedded in the fabric of the couch.

Just as Crowley seemingly knew what Aziraphale smelt like, he knew what Crowley smelt like. It was unmistakable. Red patchouli, lilac, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk. The leather could possibly be because of The Bentley he drove most of the time. The sheer scent alone was enough to make Aziraphale feel a tightness in his chest that convinced him that he was going mad. It was like when his wings had been cramped in the ethereal plane for too long.

Speaking of discomfort, his wings sprung free from their confinement from the sheer emotion that was washing over the angel. White feathers fluttered through the air, gently landing on the carpet below him as he sobbed, body trembling. He didn’t know what the demon would truly have turned into within the time they had separated from each other. He didn’t know where he stood anymore. He wouldn’t blame Crowley if he hated him. He probably already never wanted to see him again. This fight was their biggest one of all, and it was the only one that mattered. They had their disagreements before, of course, but this one really took the cake.

Even worse? Crowley didn’t know half of it. Metatron meant to separate them and they weren’t the only ones who could cast a miracle. While sipping his coffee, Aziraphale choked on the liquid when Metatron placed a vial of hellfire on the table across from him. He had simply given himself up, if it spared Crowley. Without question. Not only that, he had decided to press a blade against his throat, which he had cast a vanishing spell on so that Crowley wouldn’t see it, and to ask if his point was perfectly clear.

With a gulp, he nodded and made the wager with Metatron. He’d go to Heaven, but if they touched one hair on Crowley’s head? The deal was off. Not only that. If Crowley got any sense that he was being forced? He would be killed on the spot. The thought of it alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

And then it all went to, well, he guessed Hell. Ironic.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Muriel questioned. Aziraphale gave a humorless laugh, nodding slowly. He wasn’t going to let himself be in denial anymore. He knew what he felt. In fact, he knew for quite a long time. He was quite stupid for denying its existence.

It simply seemed it was easier to simply live out their existence and know what they had instead of actually putting a label on it. However, when did Crowley that day? It was terrifying. He wanted to say “I love you.” Instead, that seemed to get caught in his throat and what slipped out instead was “I forgive you.”

It seemed a lot of three-word sentences were giving him trouble as of late. Though they weren’t normally strenuous, they definitely seemed to be posing a challenge for Aziraphale.

He even had the audacity to guiltily raise his fingers to his lips where Crowley’s own ones were. Even to this day, when his mind wandered, he swore he could still feel his lips against his. A feeling which he didn’t let himself cherish as he felt he didn’t deserve it. He had rejected Crowley. More than 6000 years of friendship and comradery down the drain.

Composing himself, he sat up straight once again, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Muriel gave a sympathetic smile as they pointed outside the bookshop’s window. Aziraphale shifted his gaze but didn’t turn his head.

“I have also been making sure to take good care of Mr.Crowley’s car ! He left the Bentley parked outside. Not sure why though.” Aziraphale almost gave himself whiplash from how quickly he turned his head towards them.

“You have The Bentley?!”

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #david tennant #neil gaiman #micheal sheen #good omens fanfiction #i wrote a fic #this was fun to write #enjoy my brainrot #i wrote this instead of sleeping #hope you enjoy #🫶🏼

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jowobaby · 8 months

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“You remember that party after the Rostelecom Cup? I drank a bit too much, but someone else drank more and he grabbed me and began dancing with me. I swear, Chris, that dance lasted the whole night.” Victor was wistful thinking about it. He remembered being dipped, swayed and spun. Hands on cheeks and eyes locked together. If there was anyone watching, he would never have known because the man staring deep into his eyes was boring into his soul and he swore he could see that man’s soul too. Something caught alight in Victor that night, and no man he’d dated since managed to keep the flame burning.

#I wrote a fic #expect it to be very messy #I’m not a good writer lol #victor is a vet!!!#yuri on ice #victuuri #yoi #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #ao3 #victor nikiforov #joothinks #unfettered warmth

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weedlieweedlie · 5 months

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My favourite ship out of this show 🦷💙🌛

#bluetooth #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #caine #moon #fav ship #caine x moon #fanart #i wrote a fic #on wattpad

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kcinpa · 1 year

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Into the Austen-verse: Eight Elizabeths (9104 words) by kckahler

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Pride and Prejudice (TV 1995), Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016), Bride and Prejudice (2004), Bridget Jones (Movies), Fire Island (Movie 2022), Pride and Prejudice (1940)

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Elizabeth Bennet, Bridget Jones, Lalita Bakshi, Noah (Fire Island)

Summary:

Please enjoy some P&P multiverse hijinks. I even made a meme.

#jaff #pride and prejudice #ao3 fanfic #mine #i wrote a fic #jane austen #pride and prejudice 1940 #pride and prejudice and zombies #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice 2005 #bride and prejudice #bridget jones’s diary #fire island #the lizzie bennet diaries #elizabeth bennet

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mysteroads · 30 days

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World Building Post-War MHA, aka:

How Mr. Compress survives, thrives, steals all of AFO's money, and gives a big ol' "Fuck You!" to the heroes by doing a better job at saving people... All while staying classy. 😉

tltr: Mr. Compress steals AFO's money, creates a non-profit, names it all after the League to remind everyone why it's important and also to thumb his nose at the heroes.

So, mostly for my own edification, I started wondering what a Post-War MHA world would look like, and since MHA is a dystopia, how people would go about fixing the problems.

So, MHA dystopia can be described as: "Questioning the root of systemic issues brought about by a society grown both compliant *and* reliant on the protection of superheroes-- who have been elevated to celebrity/godlike status while ignoring 'Heroes' inherent humanity and all the flaws that come with being human-- while ignoring their own responsibilities as humans to help each other."

There's a reoccurring theme of Bystander Syndrome. Regular people growing compliant and being unwilling to step up to help their fellow man. Well, Post-War, I'm betting that's going to change, and that's where our boy Atsuhiro Sako can come in.

We all know Mr. Compress is going to survive. I really hope more members of the League do as well, but we know Atsuhiro Sako's going to make it. More than that, he's going jump headlong into making damn sure the past doesn't repeat itself, even if that means playing nice with the heroes (for awhile). There's going to be some sort of Villain Rehab program, or even a pardon/parole for the surviving LoV member(s). Sako's going to to be the perfect little ex-villain right up until his exit paperwork is processed.

And, since he was 1} in Tomura's inner circle, 2} he's clever enough to get Garaki to talk to him, and 3} he's an excellent thief... I'm going to assume he's smart enough to get the info he needs to access enough of AFO's accounts. 💸💸💸 And even if he's not, he's savvy enough to find the money somewhere.

I see Atsuhiro at the head of a Non-Profit Organization with several subsidiaries dedicated to different problems. Furthermore, as a unashamed former villain, I can see him naming the whole thing after the League... just to spite the heroes and remind everyone why he's doing what he's doing.😈 It's what his friends would've wanted.

The League for the Lost, and it's subsidiaries (colored for funsies):

Dabi’s Fire, for the campaign against domestic abuse and protection for the abused.

Himiko’s Hope, assistance for so-called villainous and other maligned quirks, with a special emphasis on blood quirks and others with unique dietary requirements.

Spinner’s Stories, support for mutation quirks and heteromorphs.

Jin’s Friends, for free access to mental health resources.

Big Sis’s House, safe spaces for queer youth and adults.

Tomura’s Soldiers, for the war against the trafficking of children with powerful quirks.

Honestly, this is probably the best way for the problems to be solved, and the best way to put AFO's ill gotten gains to good use. I mean, the money is there! It's going to be found eventually. Might as well use it to do whatever they can do to prevent a problem before it happens! And what better way to keep the memory of the League of Villains alive, get civilians involved in helping each other, and provide a warning for future generations-- than to put their names on Japan's biggest non-profit?

And, if he manages to piss off the old-school heroes and cops, while attracting the new generations, then that's just a bonus. 😎

If you made it this far, you are a most excellent person, a ✨gem✨ among readers!💖 And I want to hear from you! All... probably two, maybe three?... of you! What would you like to see from Post-War MHA? How would you fix the problems? Who from the LoV do you think's going to survive, and what are they going to do with themselves in the new world?

#I wrote a fic #now I'm gonna explain my though process #mwhahahaha #mha post canon #my hero academia #sako atsuhiro #mr compress #my writing #Rain on Wisteria #We're Dead but We've been Worse!#my hero academia fanfic #post canon fix it #fanfiction #what if #world building #boko no hero academia #bnha

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muzansslxt · 1 year

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“You should be scared of me.”

Muzan Kibutsuji x Sukiyo Sakura oc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Part Two ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary

Unknowingly carrying marechi blood in her veins, Sukiyo is sent on a mountain mission, only to fall prey to the demon lord himself. Deciding to keep her as a personal snack (and slave) he brings her to the mansion of demons, where she lives out her worst nightmares…

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Warnings: Non con (lots of it), yandere, swearing and abuse. Read at your own risk🫠

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To say Muzan scared her was an understatement.

The demon set every cell in her body into a frenzy of overwhelming fear.

Since he had taken her, she had been living in a fancy bedroom that was unfamiliar and smelled..wrong.

There was no comfort here, no smells of food, no warmth and certainly most of all, no love.

When Suki was allowed to leave the room to stretch her legs, she could feel eyes every where. She could practically taste the demons hunger and lust for her.

Although Muzan forbade any harm to her, she couldn’t help but feel they could snap at any moment, regardless of the certain death they would face by the demon lord.

Currently she was sat on her new bed, watching the door closely.

Muzan left for days and weeks upon end, attending his own personal matters. But he always came back.

Suki breathed better when he was with her, as much as she was disgusted by it.

The upper moons had no problem openly taunting her or making comments from the shadows whenever she walked the hallway, but when Muzan was around, they never uttered a word.

He protected her from them, but she reminded herself that he too, was a man slaughtering monster.

Suki sighed and lay back, her bright pink hair flowing around her as she looked to the ceiling.

Suddenly there was a tiny click, barely audible but with her hashira training, Suki heard it clear as day and sat up quickly.

As the door opened, she met eyes that were all to familiar.

Deep crimson red irises that settled on Sukis face.

Yet, it was a woman that stood in the doorway, not Muzan.

Gulping slightly and scooting farther back into the pillows of the bed, Suki offered the woman a small smile and bowed hastily.

“I-I’m sorry, do you…do you need something?” She asked cautiously as the raven haired woman smiled coyly in response.

“You~”

Suddenly the woman was upon Suki, her smirk an exact copy of muzans.

Sukis heart sped up, pounding into her rib cage at a steady rate she was sure the woman could hear.

“I thought I’d scare you less as a woman, yet you’re trembling~” the woman purred as she drug a long nail over the skin of Sukis arm causing her to shiver.

“M-Muzan?” She asked in a whispered voice.

Somehow, the comforting shape of a woman was no relief to her, Muzan was almost scarier as one.

Yet, strangely enough, she didn’t have the heart to tell him.

He…was trying to be nice.

Or so she naively thought.

Muzan just purred in response to her and leaned down to kiss her.

Suki made a noise of surprise and reeled back, the bright red lipstick Muzan wore was smeared across her lips and onto her cheek.

Laying on her side and propping her chin in her hand, Muzan purred again.

“Normally I would simply slice the throat of someone who dares reject me, but your expressions are priceless~” She said while scanning Suki for a moment.

Staring at Muzan dumb founded, Suki paused before bowing again and squeezed her eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry, master…Muzan..it’s just, you’re a woman.” She said quickly while her body shook slightly.

“Is that a problem?”

Flinching at the sudden icy tone, Suki shook her head slowly.

Shame was already creeping up on her, she knew what was going to be forced upon her.

“No…”

Purring again contently, Muzan pulled her effortlessly back over and took no time to remove the thin kimono the demon personally enjoyed seeing her in.

When it was Muzans turn to undress, she noticed Sukis lower lip tremble slightly, something the hashira always did before bursting into tears.

“Are you afraid because it’s a woman’s body you’re about to please?” She asked smoothly.

Suki looked at the dark haired demon with hopelessness as a single tear made its way down her cheek.

Laughing softly Muzan leaned forward and easily licked away the tear, tasting warm, blood filled skin beneath it.

“I…I don’t know how to do anything with another woman’s body…and…” she trailed off before touching her cheek that Muzan licked.

“And?~ How else will you know unless you are taught~ My upper moons have been very good you know, they deserve a treat. Male or Female.” She purred while forcing Suki to move on top.

Her hands found the hashiras warm and supple hips, smiling slightly to herself Muzan looked up at Suki.

“Now, no more talking. Kiss me.” She demanded.

Having no choice but to listen, Suki kissed the demons cold lips softly, her hand awkwardly searching for a place to rest.

Muzan was quick to grab it and place it on her breast, and purred at the noise of discomfort Suki made.

Pulling away to breathe, the younger woman looked at her hand set upon the demons tit and went red.

Muzans body was always cold, yet in this female form, there was just a small amount of warmth that made things slightly better.

Closing her eyes, Suki gently squished Muzans breast and turned her head slightly.

“You can’t close your eyes and escape Sukiyo. I won’t allow it any more. Look at what you are doing, and enjoy it.” The demon commanded angrily.

Suki could feel her stomach churn slightly, but took a deep breathe and focused better on the new version of Muzans body.

It was beautiful.

Allowing herself to explore further, Suki let her hand move down to slide over Muzans firm stomach, she stopped before the demons mound and flushed again.

“You’re overthinking it my dear. We demons take great pride in having any sorts of pleasure in any form, any man or woman and any place~ You’ll learn very soon.”

Those words did nothing for Suki.

She knew she was here to be Muzans personal snack and now the bastard was planning to make her a sex toy for his upper moons.

“Y-yes master Muzan.”

Muzan guided Sukis fingers to her entrance and hummed softly, and gasped very lowly as Suki pushed two fingers inside of her.

Surprised at the sudden warmth from inside Muzans body, she began to pump her fingers how she normally would when she was pleasing her own body.

“Hm~ Go faster now~” Muzan murmured while holding onto Sukis wrist to help her keep the pace the demon wanted.

Curling her fingers just the slightest, Suki touched the bundle of nerves every woman had and focused on it.

Muzans female body was much more responsive and the demon was more vocal.

Moaning very softly, a sound that never left Muzans mouth before, the demons eyes closed as she was lost in female pleasure.

Suki was careful to rub the woman’s g spot while pumping her fingers faster inside Muzans cunt.

“Oh~ Yes~ Right there~”

Muzans thighs suddenly trembled slightly, the demon arched her back and moaned softly once more as she came around Sukis fingers.

Gently pulling her fingers out, Suki hesitated before leaning down and swiftly lapped at the juices flowing from muzans pussy.

“My precious pet~ You’re to good to me~” cooed the woman, her hand pushing back Sukis hair so she could watch her.

Suki had to bite back the urge to cry after she was finished with Muzan and silently sat with her legs tucked under herself.

“Thank you…” she replied softly.

“Come here.” Muzan said softly, holding her arms out.

Suki just slid into the demons arms, resting her head in the firm and cool skin of the woman’s breasts.

“Tomorrow I would like you to spend time with Douma.” She said with closed eyes, her pale fingers running through Sukis hair.

Sukis body tensed, suddenly hugging onto the woman’s waist and just nodded while keeping herself pressed to Muzan.

“May I ask..why?” Suki whispered softly not daring to look into those terrifying eyes.

Muzan stopped playing with Sukis hair, and suddenly there was a hot burning sensation in her scalp as Muzan grabbed her hair and made the hashira look her in the eyes.

“No. You may not.” She answered curtly before sitting up and pulling her black kimono back on.

Suki sat on the bed quietly as she slowly pulled her own kimono on.

The two women met eyes but Muzan was gone before another word could be uttered between the two.

When would it all end?

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Finally got motivated to write again, this is gunna be a long ass series btw 🫣

#demon slayer muzan #demon slayer #yandere muzan #muzan jackson #kny muzan #kny oc #kny au #yandere kny #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan smut #muzan kibutsuji #i wrote dis #i wrote a fic #fanfiction #fanfic #demon slayer smut #smut #writer

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stupidstrawberrystars · 2 months

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I’ve decided that my WIPs should be somewhere. This is wolfstar, modern au (where Sirius and James have a tiktok account). It was supposed to be multi chaptered (basically just gonna be Wolfstar doing couples trends on tiktok, but they’re not actually together yet), but I only fully completed the first chapter. But it’s just rotting away so here, it’s about 1k.

I’ve made this a thing now so;

Their video went viral two months ago. Sirius and James precariously attempted to pet a pigeon. Gotta give the guy credit, Pete’s great at dares.

He recorded it all, planning to use it to blackmail the two in the future. Nothing like friendly bullying between mates. And he got some good footage, a pigeon did fly in James’ face and Sirius stepped in poop, but then Remus just had to help.

He went to the shop and grabbed some bread. So they could lure a pigeon in. And in a shocking turn of events, they managed to pet one eventually.

They posted the video as a joke.

It took the algorithm only a few weeks to hit all the UK uni students currently withering away behind their desks.

And soon Pads and Prongs went viral.

And so as James and Remus crashed through uni, Pete cruised through his internship as a sous chef, and Sirius desperately search for artistic inspiration, they kept an online presence too.

Sirius and James documented their crazy days of boring work and painting, and entertained their fans with late night lives at their flats and short tiktok clips of dumb pranks. James’ hair was pink for a week. It was hilarious.

The internet was quick to fall in love with James’ long distance relationship with Lily. Pete popped up to show off his cooking sometimes. Remus appeared in the background sometimes. Sirius finds it unbelievable that he hasn’t realised how much the tiktok book girlies already love him.

And that’s what lead to last night. The marauders, a nickname from school and therefore an embarrassing inside joke, are all huddled in the small living room of James and Sirius’, eating Pete’s cake and cuddled under blankets. Their live and just chatting with the fans, relating over awful projects and difficult teachers.

“Not that this cake isn’t amazing, but does anyone want actual food? I could order takeaway since clearly none of us want to get up and make shit.” It’s a good suggestion from James, but Sirius isn’t really hungry.

“Yeah i’d have food mate.” Remus agrees and then so does Pete.

“I’m good i’m not hungry.” James shoots him a vaguely sceptical look, and asks him if he’s sure.

“Yes i’m sure James.”

They decide on simple fish and chips. Usually they get something, as James would say, with more taste. But the chippies the only place that’ll bring them food and not take more than two hours. It is a Friday after all.

Since they’re using James’ phone for the live, Remus takes his phone out and takes Pete and James’ order.

So they continue along chatting and rather quickly the questions about Remus, who’s been pretty quiet all evening, increase from about 50% of the comments to 75%.

“Just appease them a bit Lupin.” Remus glares at James for that.

“I have no clue what the people on your phone want to know about me James.”

Remus has a tendency to refer to technology as if he’s a grandpa who understands nothing beyond a radio. Sirius has heard people call it annoying but really it’s just endearing. At least to Sirius.

“How about that book you read Moony? Red, White and Royal Blue? Apparently you were caught making some choice expressions while reading in the background of me and James’ last tiktok. Did you like it?”

Remus gives him a disapproving look, likely annoyed at Sirius’ question. Apparently books need more detail than just a simple, yes it was good, or no it was not.

“Well… okay do your phone people really care about my opinion?” Remus turns to James. He replies that yes they obviously do. The comments are going crazy over having Remus’ attention.

“Fine. I enjoy Casey McQuiston’s writing style. I thought it was entertaining and I really liked how Alex and Henry complimented each other. Henry was able to calm Alex and Alex’s able to reason with Henry when he’s struggling.”

Sirius looked blankly at Remus.

“Oh come on Moons. You spent like 2 hours explaining the whole book in depth and going on and on about your favourite characters and lines. Your book is annotated all over. At least share with the audience your favourite quotes.”

Remus sighs beside Sirius. Sirius really wants to hear these though. Remus seemed to love the book and Sirius often finds listening to him describe something he loves is always majestic. He details it all with elegant words until you’re eating out the plan of his hand.

“I guess I thought it was pretty funny when Nora said, How did I know I was Bi? I touched a boob. Wasn’t that profound.”

“Remus.” Sirius whines.

“Oh fine. There’s a tone of quotes from that book I love. There’s I love him on purpose. Or he tells his too fast brain: don’t miss it this time, it’s too important. I- erm- I guess I also kind of love this thing Henry says, it’s like And I thought if someone like that ever loved me, it’d set me on fire. But then I was a careless fool and fell in love with you anyway.” Remus has not taken his eyes of Sirius once as he quotes this beautiful book. How does he remember those lines just of the top of his head?

“You know what though,” His voice takes on a soft tone. The one he reserves for kids, animals, things he loves, and sometimes Sirius. If he’s in a good mood. “my favourite, has got to be When have I ever, since the very first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?” Remus’ eyes are rich and deep and chocolate. Sirius wants to paint them.

“Moony!” James interrupts their eye contact. “Now they’re all gonna be in love with you, damn it.”

Remus chuckles and glances to the side.

“Doubt that Prongs. But yeah I loved the book. Oh and erm- food should be here soon by the way guys. Just got the notification to say it’s on its way here.”

Remus then clearly decides he’s done enough socialising with the internet so he grabs his current book, Song of Achilles, and carries on reading.

And of course, because he’s so easy to deal with already, Sirius’ stomach, as if it has a mind of its own, decides now is the time to become bloody starving.

He glances guilty at Prongs, who furrows his eyebrows as if to ask what’s wrong.

“Hey Moons,” Sirius raises the pitch of his voice slightly to warn Remus he’s about to be a bit annoying. Remus glances up, squints at him and tilts his head.

“Remember when I said I wasn’t hungry?”

James bursts into laughter and Pete chuckles. But Remus just goes back to his book. And once the laughter dies down he, without even lifting his head from reading, tells Sirius,

“Idiot. I know. I ordered you food when I ordered ours. I know you. I knew you’d be hungry.” He rolls his eyes but goes straight back to the book.

The entire internet sees Sirius’ doe eyes but Remus does not. It sends James up the wall.

#the IDIOT is endearing and usually Remus uses much cuter petnames with Sirius I promise #if I did carry this on it would be so fluffy and mushy so if that’s not your vibe then ignore this #low on angst high on love #the next bit would be Sirius in a skirt stealing the jumper Remus is wearing just for fun (because he knows Remus will let him)#you guessed it though they’re still not dating yet #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #i wrote a fic #my fic #wolfstar fic

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