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alecscudder1987 · 9 months
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ive just had a thought. see ive been joking as much as the next person about the ineffable beurocracy getting their shit together after 3 dates while it took aziraphale and crowley since literally before time was invented BUT it's quite literally just privilege.
you saw the shot where aziraphale grabs crowley's shoulder just after beelzebub and gabriel declare their love--this level of visibility is unprecedented, and something he and crowley have never been able to afford. while they (and we) might have softened to not-gabriel throughout the season, the second gabriel is gabriel again, he uses his position and leaddrship weight as archangel to fuck right off with his beloved. which, good for him.
but to aziraphale and crowley, this is fucking bonkers information. they spent their entire existences compromising on their relationship in order to not...be compromised. and gabriel just up and speed-runs dating the enemy because the worst consequence he faces is getting fired. gabriel and beelzebub never face consequences for their relationship, so of course it goes off without a hitch. no one looking over your shoulder because you're the guy looking over everyone's shoulder.
while im thankful they fucked off to alpha centuri so i don't ever have to see gabriel's smug face again, i do wonder if the "going off together" is really the good relationship A & C ought to model. if it's a happy foil to miserable wee morag and her girlfriend from the minisodes, it's still not what i believe crowley and aziraphale are going to do.
they've spent all of time becoming increasingly codependent, and while that's fun and all for a while, crowley and aziraphale really need their little human mundanities. going on walks. getting dinner. going for a drive to blow off steam. their path is getting distinctly more human-looking, and i think someday they're going to have to reckon with the idea of letting other people into their lives.
to bring it back to my first point, i've just been thinking about WHY crowley and aziraphale are Like That, when we've been presented with a new couple who most certainly isn't, and it made me think about it in terms of power. they have leverage, but they built it for themselves by learning everything about earth their superiors didn't know, getting a leg up anywhere they can. gabriel and beezlebub don't need a leg up. they have it. they're stepping on your chest and brushing dust from their costs as you try to climb past the first stone.
you could also look at it like queer versus straight relationships. queer relationships are often by circumstance somewhat secretive and full of codes and longing glances and not-talking-about-your-feelings BECAUSE it might get you into trouble. straight relationships often don't have this problem (though they might have others relating to other intersecting & marginalized identities) so they can get straight away into the declaring it part.
TL;DR beezlebub and gabriel got hitched immidiately while it took crowley and aziraphale all of time to kiss because the ineffable beaurocracy has about a million times more power and a billion times less consequences for getting caught about it than the ineffable husbands do.
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rocket-cast-official · 4 months
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Alright, da ghost huntin traps are set up!
You've met your match spirits! We will not learn the true meaning of Christmas tonight!
Bring it on!
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69420angrycrabs · 9 months
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jared weird fruit explorer is the justin schmidt of fruits ur not likely to find at the supermarket. to me.
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red-pyramid-thing · 2 years
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just gonna pretend i wouldn't be seeing mcr right now if our governor wasn't such a fucking idiot
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madebyteenagefury · 4 months
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why the fuck wilson at house's dads funeral, looking like a nervous wreck, sayin shit like "im sure you know him... way better than i do" to house's mother with a hoarse voice like a betrayed lover struggling to confront his feelings while hes sorta helping his ex through a hard time emotionally, and trying to keep his own emotions out of it
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hi, my name is Jack and my special talent is sketching most of the same references but hopefully a little better/different this time! 😂 I'm working on trying to move a little further away from realism (which seems to be my default when I use references, lol) and add a more cartoony style to my repertoire, so redrawing the same refs has been pretty handy there? idk, I'm just making this up as I go. 😅
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tealenko · 1 year
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Need a nickname for Traynor...
So, in my next chapter, I have Traynor, Vega and Alenko talking about their love life (ehehehehehe) and in my fic James already has a nickname for Kaidan (thanks to some of you, in fact), because he needs one for any person in the Normandy (even if the game only gives me a few) XD
And now is Samantha's turn... So, any suggestions???
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onlysoftly · 1 year
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knifeforkspooncup · 2 months
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Displays of affection I think would Aziraphale and Crowley's canon relationship and characterization (Part IV):
Part I here
Part II here
Part III here
Aziraphale taking Crowley to the observatory to look at the stars. Aziraphale doesn't look at the stars so much as Crowley's awestruck face as he jabbers away ("oh hey, I created that one!")
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Aziraphale asking about the plot of James Bond movies just to watch Crowley explain the action scenes like he explains stars being formed.
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Aziraphale leaving James Bond novels in conspicuous places around the book shop to try to tempt Crowley into reading them.
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Crowley having already read all the James Bond novels when they originally were published and lovingly shelving them back in their rightful place whenever he finds them left out (ofc hes not gonna yeet James Bond novels).
(I rightfully find it hilarious that Crowley is such a dork about James Bond ok, sue me)
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Both of them sitting at a Cafe people watching, and Crowley suggesting they make up stories about people. Aziraphale objects of course (it's rude to speculate) but then he ends up getting WAY too into it, making up like entire back stories for them in great detail and Crowley's just like "no - that's not - nevermind, angel" (someone please just write me a fic of this already.)
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Aziraphale going to the shop for groceries and Crowley trailing behind him just to watch as Aziraphale runs into various people he knows. Crowley wordlessly putting a box of sugary cereal in the cart because the box says there's a toy prize within.
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These are turning more into scenarios oops. If you use these in fics (please do!) I'd love to read them, send them to me!
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junipers-archive · 1 year
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧VALENTINES DAY CONFESSIONS
❥ James!potter x reader (You've had a crush on James for months now, he finally gets the nerve to ask you to be his Valentine, only to find you were on your way to ask him.) Word Count: 700
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"Jus' don't know if she'll like it!" James was in the common room discussing his singular girl problem with his friends. "I mean we've been friends for a while, but I still don't even know if she likes me!"
Sirius who was languidly laying across one of the armchairs nearby rolled his eyes as he answered, "Your delusional if you don't see it."
"He's right James, she really does like you, laughs at every one of your bad jokes enough." even Remus had enough of his jabbering, most of their conversations almost always ended up with James bringing up your name.
He was blushing at even the mention of you liking him back, "What if she already has a Valentines though? What if she doesn't really like me? What if-"
"Give her the Valentine!" It was Pete, laying on the ground in a star-fished position, he'd almost drifted off into a sweet sleep before he was woken once more by James' worried voice.
He got up from the couch he'd been stationed at, quickly and quite bravely if he said so himself heading for the door. "Fine. But if I get my heart broken you will all be very sorry!"
As he left they all let out a collective sigh, they'd been attempting to convince him all week, maybe, just maybe if they could finally get you two together, they'd get some peace and quiet.
When James gets to you he's panting, having ran down several flights of moving stairs to reach you. You had come to the library to return some of the books you'd borrowed to study, he knew this since he was the one who offered to help you, just so he could spend more time with you.
"Y/n!" He tried to look casual, all the same hiding the gift behind his back as he approached your figure.
"Oh, hey Jamie!" you eyes were bright and your heart fluttered at his flushed cheeks.
"Have you got any plans for the day?" He was hoping your answer was no, so he could take you on a proper date, something you deserved.
"M'no don't think so, why?"
"W-well I was just hoping, since you're free, and its Valentines day..." your heart beat faster as he continued, you'd waited months for him to realize you liked him back.
"Well maybe you could, or rather we could, w-would you be valentine?" He swears you're the only to ever make him this nervous.
When he see's your pleased expression however he gets a surge of confidence taking out your gift and handing it to you, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers accompanied by a small box of chocolates.
"Yes!" Your reply comes far too quickly, but you couldn't care less, taking out the small card and chocolate box you'd gotten him from your bag.
You shove it towards him as he gapes at you, "I-What-What is this?"
"Well, you were taking far too long, I mean I went to every one of your quidittch matches, pretended I needed help studying so you'd offer, laughed at every single joke of yours, godric I even went to your friends for help!"
"I never thought you'd like me!" He was bright red, how had he not seen it this entire time?
"Jamie I laugh at every single one of your jokes." You were exasperated, how had you fallen for such a sweet oblivious boy?
"Is that supposed to be an insult? Cause if I'm being honest it sounded-"
You stop his jabbering, placing the gifts on the table nearby and pressing your soft lips to his. Your heart melts as his hand comes to caress your cheek as if you're the most delicate flower in the world.
Because to him, you were.
When you pull back you're both grinning so hard your faces hurt.
"S'not and insult, just a fact." And it was, you would laugh at everyone of his jokes, no matter how ludicrous or ridiculous they were, you found him funny. And charming, and kind, and beautiful, and perfect, perfect for you.
"Well then, my Valentine, shall we begin our date?" He held out his arm as you smiled sheepishly at his name-calling.
"We shall."
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alecscudder1987 · 9 months
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heard somebody say today that gen z grew up slower than millenials, gen x, boomers, etc. idk where they were but that did not happen to me and if you're gonna talk about drivers licenses or dating or something im gonna talk about covid hitting us in high school and college when those things usually happen ?? like you cant say we're slow to develop and also say we're the most politically active generation or whatever. i guess you can say that but it doesn't mean we're stupid or underdeveloped we're just. i don't know what we are i'm just pissed cause like give us time???? fuck man im still like 19 sorry im not joining the corporate workforce and having kids yet jeez im afraid of everything ever give me a minute
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rocket-cast-official · 11 months
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You know, all these wannabe Teams would be a lot more succesful if they just did petty crimes.
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Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!
Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog
Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition
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nsfw (AF!) below the cut:
Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.
A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.
Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.
1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.
A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.
A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!
Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.
I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle
End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.
-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.
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sugarroseparfait · 2 months
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okay so i finished little hope a few days ago and i have several thoughts on why anthonys subconscious makes the characters behave in certain ways (i have the most to say about john and angela because i ship them like crazy, i have a fanfic on ao3 for them btw xx)
andrew spends most of the game trying to become more heroic and save his friends, and the metaphor here is pretty obvious. it’s because he wants to prove to himself that he could have done more, but also he doesn’t want to believe it was all his fault. he sees hallucinations of mary/megan because he knows she’s the real perpetrator, but still can’t bring himself to blame her, if the true ending is anything to go off of.
john and angela don’t exactly have the most friendly relationship, but they’re there for each other when they need to be, especially when it’s important. i think andrew imagines them this way because of how poor james and anne’s relationship is, bordering on abusive from what we can see, and angela mentions at some point that she had a difficult divorce, which could have potentially been abusive. as well as this, john mentions how he’s been sober for nearly 3 months at the start of the game, which is the opposite of james, who is clearly struggling with alcoholism. and i think john is a good foil to both james and angela’s ex husband, because of how (sorry john i love you) pathetic he is. the same goes for joseph and amy, who clearly have the best relationship of the 3 pairs. in both imagined scenarios, anthony’s parents have a strong relationship where they work together, and are generally kind to each other, even if the former do bicker from time to time. this counteracts how james and anne don’t try to work through their problems as a team, especially james.
even though angela isn’t very warm to people, she does have moments where she can behave kind of like a mother figure, particularly to andrew and daniel. there’s a dialogue between the former and angela at some point where andrew says he doesn’t think taylor or any kind of girl would be interested in him, and angela says “im sure that’s not true”, which is definitely something a mother would say lol.
john in general is a better father figure to anthony/andrew than what we see from james (when he tells anne that things would be better if they’d had kids of their own instead of adopting, it’s kind of implied james doesn’t try hard for any of his kids). he’s always encouraging him, and even though they do have friendly disagreements (the jabbering/yabbering conversation will always be funny to me), overall john cares deeply for andrew, and even though it takes him a while to step up and be the leader, he tries his hardest to do what’s best for the group (unlike james for his family).
taylor/tanya is a strange case, because i can’t see that many discernible changes between the two— however, taylor is probably more level-headed than tanya, and when she has the dialogue choice to tell daniel to leave her behind, i think it’s anthony trying to subconsciously reassure himself that there was nothing that could be done (the same can be said for the other characters when they have their ‘leave me behind and save yourself’ moment). and i know everyone was shocked by the reveal because of the fact that daniel and taylor are dating (which i was too at first lmaooo) but i think it’s because there was a lack of closeness between tanya and dennis that anthony wanted to fix in his subconscious.
daniel is different to dennis in the way that daniel is more selfless, and he’s not so aggressive to the people around him. he’s understanding of angela and her cold demeanour instead of just chalking it up to her being rude for no reason, and he’s playful as opposed to dismissive and unkind. he tries to save everyone around him too, especially taylor, even if he isn’t technically the smartest guy. even if he does have moments of arrogance, it’s never meant to be horrible.
also, a neat little detail that i only picked up on my second play through— the judge in the trials is the same guy at the start who finds the house on fire and asks anthony what happened. it’s cool to me because he was literally ‘judging him’ lol
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madebyteenagefury · 4 months
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you know shits getting to you when youve almost totally dropped your hyperfixations because its too tiring to engage in them besides liking posts on tumblr
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Day 02 of @remadoramicrofics - Cat
“Alright,” Remus said as he, Tonks, and Teddy stepped back into the daylight streaming through Diagon Alley, “all that’s left is a magical companion.”
Tonks clapped her hands excitedly. “Perfect, we’ll get you an owl and then take an ice cream break at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour!” 
“Mum, I want a cat,” Teddy said for what felt like the thousandth time.
“We understand, but an owl would, perhaps, be a little more useful,” Remus tried.
“You know your father and I will have an endless supply of letters to send you,” Tonks added.
“I won’t need an owl for that!” Teddy protested, “Dad will be there everyday. Nan said that I could get whatever I wanted.”
“We know,” Remus sighed, “but a cat is a lot of responsibility. Hogwarts will tend for an owl, but you’d be entirely responsible for a cat – on top of being responsible for your studies.” 
“I’m not a little kid any more, I know!” 
Remus wanted to point out that eleven was far from an adult, but decided to bite down on that fact. 
“What if you’re allergic?” Tonks tried.
Teddy folded his arms in front of himself. “I’ll have to get one first to find out.”
In truth, Remus didn’t think a cat would be a terrible amount of responsibility, nor did they have any reason to believe Teddy to be allergic. Rather, Remus Lupin for the first time in eleven years feared that someone he loved would be irreversibly impacted by his disease. When Teddy had first mentioned getting a cat, he and Tonks had discussed it at length. Most of the conversations involved Tonks taking Teddy’s side while Remus worried that his condition would lead to the cat running off or displaying some other behavioral issues.
This fear had then, rapidly, morphed into the fear that his son would hate him for his condition. And of course, the ever-present fear that Teddy would find himself ostracized or ridiculed for his lineage reared its ugly head. Tonks had spent the last week insisting that was ridiculous, but Remus felt the familiar, isolating anxiety clawing at him now, in a busy street with the two people he loved most in the world.
Teddy folded his arms in front of himself, his roots tinging a deep burgundy color. “Why don’t you want me to get a cat?” 
Tonks, bless her heart, tried to come up with an argument that they hadn’t already rehearsed and given him, but Remus just sighed; he never wanted his son to think his parents were liars. “Teddy, I know you want a cat, and you’re right, I’m sure things would go fine at Hogwarts, but the cat will have to live at home, too and…well, pets and werewolves, especially cats and werewolves don’t always mix. I wouldn’t want to –”
“How do you know?” his son asked.
“Well, I…I just – it’s, what do you mean?”
“We’ve never had a cat, Dad, so how do you know all cats don’t like you?”
“It’s like the old adage – cat’s and dogs, you know,” Tonks said as she rested a hand on their son’s shoulder.
“But some cats and dogs get along and Dad isn’t a dog. Harry said that Uncle James’s anigamus form was a stag and those aren’t typically friends with wolves.”
“That was a little different, Teddy.”
“Well, can’t we just see? I mean, maybe we could meet a few cats before you outlaw one entirely.”
Remus nodded. “Alright, and maybe you could ask Nan about letting the cat stay there during holidays.”
Teddy rolled his eyes at Remus and Remus was struck, not for the first time, at just how much like his mother he looked. “I won’t get a cat that doesn’t like you, Dad.”
“Well, it’s good to have options,” Remus said, though he didn’t miss the look his son and wife shared as he led them to the magical menagerie. 
There wasn’t much room inside. Every inch of wall was hidden by cages. Remus, with his heightened smell and hearing, found the place to be quite overwhelming because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering or hissing.
“What about this one?” Teddy said as he pointed to a tabby orange thing flopped onto its back. “I’d name him Gideon.”
“Because Gideon Crumb is a ginger?” Remus ventured.
“I knew you liked the Weird Sisters,” Tonks said enthusiastically.
“Just because I know a member’s name does not mean I enjoy listening to the two of you belt out the lyrics off-key.” That wasn’t entirely true; while Remus didn’t think either of them had a musical career ahead of them, he did quite enjoy the moments where they’d be cleaning their home and Dora and Teddy would turn every song into a duet.
“Can we see that one?” Remus asked the attendant. She wore heavy black spectacles and looked him up and down warily. 
“It’s his first year and he’s picking out a companion,” Tonks said as she set a hand on Teddy’s shoulder.
“Yeah, he doesn’t really show any prowess,” she said duly as she pulled the cat from the cage and plopped it, rather ungracefully into Teddy’s arms. He immediately morphed his hair to match.
“You have to admit,” Tonks whispered as Teddy headed to one of the sectioned off areas, “They’re rather cute together.”
“He’d be cute next to a boggart, Dora,” Remus returned fondly.
“Mum, Dad, come meet Gideon.”
Remus took a deep breath and held it as he reached his hand out to the orange tabby. To his surprise, Gideon immediately butted his head into Remus’s palm. “I think he likes you,” Tonks said with a grin as she ruffled Teddy’s hair. “So, now that that’s settled, who’s ready for ice cream?”
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