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moony & padfoot being silly and happy bc they deserve it 🥹
no strings attached? 🎸
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as you can tell. i can’t draw guitars… also im here to spread my remus with eyeliner agenda
jily modern au where lily is going through it until she meets james at a bar and he treats her right :)
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Prompt 19 - Sparkle
@wolfstarmicrofic June 19, word count 470
“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are,” Sirius sang to the tiny baby in his arms as he gently rocked her to sleep. But as soon as he stopped singing, Cassie’s little blue eyes opened, her face turned red, and she began screaming again.
“Twinkle, twinkle little star.” Sirius started again, his voice scratching a bit as he began hoarser from singing for so long. “Please, Cassie,” he begged. “Please, baby, Daddy needs to sleep.”
He kept rocking and humming the lullaby, hoping she’d drift off.
“See those stars up there, the ones that sort of make a little W. Those are your stars, my darling; they sparkle just for you.”
Cassie stopped crying and looked up past Sirius’s head as though at the night sky, but she was far too young to be able to see that far away, right?
“And then if we come down and over there, look, that bright star right there, that’s your uncle Regulus. He’s a good listener. If you ever need to talk to someone, come outside, and he’ll listen.” Sirius shifted slightly in the rocking chair as he turned them so they could see his star. “And that one right up there, the brightest star in the sky, that’s me. I will always be there for you, Cassie, even if I drive you insane like I do your Dada, I will always love you because you make me shine just that little bit brighter.”
Cassie’s little mouth opened in a yawn, making a sweet little o. Her eyes fluttered shut, and as her breathing evened out, Sirius slowly got to his feet. “And that one, the one illuminating us and helping us find our way. That’s Dada.” Sirius sighed happily as he looked up at the moon, closing his eyes and letting the moon’s light soak into them.
“Everything okay?” Remus asked as he opened Cassie’s bedroom door, letting in the light from the landing and turning off the enchanted ceiling.
“Astronomy lesson,” Sirius grinned as he stood up and carefully put Cassie into her crib. Remus came up behind him, and they watched her little chest rising and falling as she drifted deeper into sleep.
“Quick, let’s get into bed before she wakes up,” Sirius whispered, gesturing at Remus. They had no sooner turned when a soft little whimper escaped Cassie’s lips. “Oh, sod it,” Sirius grumbled and transformed into Padfoot, curling up on the floor beside the crib. Cassie sighed and fell back to sleep.
“Nighty, night, my darlings,” Remus murmured, closing the door and blocking out the light so that the enchanted ceiling above Cassie’s bed came to life again, reflecting the sky outside.
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a bit late but ~~ Happy Pride Month!
Calm down Sirius. He's just getting dressed. No need to freak out.
They're late to class. But just one more kiss. 💕 If you think that you see wonky hands... then no... no you don't.
Friends to lovers. Years of mutual pining. There was only one lap, and Sirius happened to sit on it. 💕 Not sure if this required the mature label. But here we are.
Strangers to lovers. The morning after. Sleepy mouths and forgotten teacups in the sunlit kitchen. Scents of earl grey, buttered toast and summer rain. Eager hands beneath knitted fabric of a borrowed jumper. "Stay forever," whispered against kiss-drunk lips.
mile high club
I had a trip to Japan and my long flights made me thinking, which resulted in this. I especially like Remus' face, cause it's not clear whether he's uncomfortable because he is squeezed by the others, he's afraid of flying or he's trying to hide a boner... Probably a combination of these😅 He's mentally writing a story about them joining the mile high club to disctract himself:
Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, amazing gift art by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!
mile high club
I had a trip to Japan and my long flights made me thinking, which resulted in this. I especially like Remus' face, cause it's not clear whether he's uncomfortable because he is squeezed by the others, he's afraid of flying or he's trying to hide a boner... Probably a combination of these😅 He's mentally writing a story about them joining the mile high club to disctract himself:
Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, amazing gift art by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!
At the end, Connor takes a shower, he comes back into bed and he says, “You killed me, Hollander. I’m dead.” And [looking to Connor] you touch his face, and you kiss him—do you remember this? After the first take, I was like, “You can’t be nice to him after that; you have to get uncomfortable.” But then that puppy-dog look, he was like, “Look, he’s being so nice to me!” And I was like, “I know, but it’s episode two, so we have to remember this can’t end—you have to get freaked out by this.” He was being too loving. We have places to go with this still. — Jacob Tierney via Queerty