Hello! Here’s my masterlist. I’m a slow writer so that's why it’s small. But I promise it will grow. Slowly but surely.
Thank you to everyone who takes a little bit of their time to read my work. I hope you like it.
Mwuah!
* On to the sequel (Noen Eubanks)
Summary: An AU where your best friend Noen Eubanks has to leave to achieve his dream but neither of them know that there are still things left to be said.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff.
Song: The Story - Conan Gray
* Réveille-toi (Noen Eubanks)
Summary: A fluff about your feelings for Noen Eubanks.
Song: Cherry - Harry Styles
* Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (Thomas Shelby)
Summary: Tommy finds himself at a crucial moment in his confrontation with Luca Changretta. Fear is present all the time and they know that the whole family is in danger. However, Frances cannot help but find herself terrified by the situation and more so by the idea of losing her husband.
"Nothing is going to hurt you, Frances" - said Tommy as he held the girl's face in his hands and stared at her, in an attempt to get her to pay attention. She took his hands and lowered them to hold them at his hips. Her lips trembled.
"You don't understand" - She protested. “I am not afraid that something will happen to me. I'm scared for you. Of the idea of losing you and seeing you suffer "
Song: Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - Cigarettes After Sex
* Cum on feel the noise (Sirius Black)
Summary: Day 26 of @hpkinktober: Exhibitionism.
Aria is a muggle born who is deeply in love with Sirius Black and with her life at Hogwarts, but she must admit that sometimes their daily routine gets a little boring. On a chilly Sunday afternoon, the marauders find themselves bored to death in the common room and that’s when Aria has a wonderful idea.
Or the one where the marauders go to a live concert and things get a little hot and heavy between Aria and Sirius Black.
6K.
Playlist: Cum on feel the noise
Coming up...
Lord Knows (Thomas Shelby)
Summary: When Olive is dragged by Linda to a horse race, she would have never imagined that she would have such a good time.
“I don’t think you should get close to me.”- Said Tommy looking at her in the eyes and smoking. His eyes closed slightly.
“And I think that’s something I should decide on my own.”- Olive answered defiantly. She didn’t know with clarity what had attracted her about that man. He clearly didn’t belong to her class, his ways of talking seemed a little aggressive and his boots were a little worn out. However, when she saw him across the tent, she felt as if a string had run through her, pulling her towards him.
Silence surrounded them. She took the cigarette from his hands and took a drag. Now, it was Olive who looked right through him.
“All right then. Come check how my horse is. There, you could decide.”- Suddenly his voice when harsher, making him clear his throat.
I see one of those stale "Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein to avoid Lord Byron!!!!" posts is making the rounds on Tumblr again so instead of letting that stupidity ruin my day I would just like to take this moment to remind you all that not only is that meme historically false, but quite the opposite is true, with everyone at that party including Mary herself vying for Byron's attention because he was extremely famous and they were all fans and groupies who actively sought his company and loved him.
They were all there at Byron's Swiss villa in the first place because Mary encouraged her step-sister to get Byron's address so they could visit him after he moved, because she had just met him for the first time and desperately wanted to see him again already although they had only met once.
They didn't have a perfect or uncomplicated friendship but it was still intense and meaningful, especially for her. She kept Byron's hair with her for the rest of her life next to the hair of her dead husband and children. She would recite his writing to herself in her darkest depressive moments. She paid tribute to him in her writing. She worked as his amanuensis for years. She followed him with her family all around Italy for years. She kept framed portraits of him. She contributed to his biographies and would speak fondly of him in public for the rest of her life.
Stop spreading myths about historical figures!!!!!!!!!!!! Especially historical women!!!!!!!
Bryce caught her reflection as she passed a large full-length mirror at the end of the room and stepped closer to take herself in.
The moonlight illuminated her figure and the bruises that peppered her golden skin were stark. The Harpy's blood still soaked her black leggings. Bryce only managed to remove her torn top as soon as she entered the room, but could barely do anything else.
The starry sky twinkling in the distance through the wide glass windows, even as a shadow took form behind her.
A foreign shadow in this world, yet familiar to her.
Bryce let out a quiet sob as her trembling hand extended to touch the smooth ice cold surface of the mirror, she can no longer tell what was real or what was not.
The moonlight lovingly crafted his beautiful face as he stood behind her—a face beloved to her more than anything.
“Hunt...” she couldn't hold back the tears.
His hand slid to her waist as he rested his cheek upon her head. No words came out of him, nothing but the devastation and longing on his face as her soul recalled his last words to her.
His promise.
“Our love is stronger than time, greater than any distance. Our love spans across stars and worlds. I will find you again. I promise.”
. . . . . .
Bryce and Hunt commissioned with Indrakiin based on a headcanon I wrote for a scene in House of Flame and Shadow 🖤Link to art on Instagram here
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sirius black + showering together for the first time? maybe?? you’re definitely super shy and he softens you up with compliments and washes your hair (and he lets you was his)
suds
summary you and sirius have your first shower togehter
content sirius black x fem!reader
note mal ur so real for this
You stand behind the curtain to Sirius's shower, still in your underwear. He waits on the other side, warming up the water for you. He'd been fine with being the first to get undressed and you really appreciate him for it.
You've been naked around each other enough times for you not to be as nervous as you'd been the first time. You've never showered with him and you're thankful you're doing it before you take it further eventually.
"You coming, baby?" he asks gently, just loud enough so he's heard over the splash of water.
You blink, eyes heavy, head even worse. Despite the nerves, you really want to get under the warm water. You take off your bra and step out of your undies and feel a little better seeing yours piled up next to his boxers. Yours blue next to his grey. It's strangely calming.
You nudge the curtain with your shoulder, hands too busy crossed over your chest, folded in on yourself when Sirius opens it up to let you in.
"Darling," Sirius says, more than elated to see you. He keeps it hidden, voice soft and gentle. He can't hide it entirely too well with his little smile and sparkling eyes. "C'mere," he says, arms open and glittery, "you'll get all cold."
Sirius ushers you under the stream and not once has he stopped looking at your face. It relaxes you more than it should and you feel almost bad about it. Sirius is allowed to look at you, you like it when he does because he always looks like he's about to crumble. You don't make it easier with your hands tucked under your armpits, but you think Sirius knows you'd rather him not look down. He knows how to pace things.
Sirius is the most patient person you know and you love him for it.
"Sorry, I took so long," you say despite yourself. You share the stream with him, almost chest to chest. Your arm nudges his chest and you almost want to apologise but you can hear his response already.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he touches your shoulder. His fingers drip water in places that are still half dry and you shiver. He touches you as soft as you'd expect, maybe worse. Gentle fingers against gooseflesh skin.
There's a silence. Only running water and your breathing. Sirius's feet as they squeak against the tile below the both of you when he moves. You stay still and really don't know what to say. How much does someone's shower routine change when you have to reach around the other person's hip to grab your soap? Should you ask him to move?
"Sirius," you say. You're so close you wouldn't be surprised if he felt it against his dewy cheek. "I'm so nervous."
His bottom lips juts out and despite yourself, you want to kiss it. All slippery, kind kisses that feel warmer than the water. "It's okay. You're okay."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be," you apologise.
"It's just me, yeah?" he says. You watch the water that sprays on his shoulder as it pushes his hair down and into his collarbone. He's so pretty and you're entirely silly.
You reach out to touch him and are hesitant with it. Your hand stops before you reach him.
"You can touch me lovely." You hate that he knows what you're thinking, and you hate yourself more for thinking it in the first place. You're not assuming, you shouldn't be, Sirius has his own boundaries. But, he's your boyfriend - you can touch him. Especially in the shower. It leaves no room for modesty.
"Yeah," you say, a little breathless, a lot giddy.
You reach out and trace his tattoos. Down the stem of a pretty, inky flower - the points of a group of stars. Sirius grabs you by the hips as you do so and it startles you how much you like it. How much you want him to pull you closer.
He tucks his head down to watch you with the prettiest smile he's ever given you. He's enraptured. It melts his silly little heart to watch himself make you so calm.
"Can I wash your hair, baby?" he asks, selfishly he might add.
You look back at him, embarrassed at your glossed-over eyes and the nibbled lip you'd tucked between your teeth. "Would you want to do that?"
Sirius seems like he's been burned. His eyes widen and he squeezes you harder by the hips. "Of course, I would," he laughs.
You reach up and hold him by the cheeks. Water rushes down your hands and your elbows into heavier streams that point towards your thighs. "Can I wash yours first?" you ask and push it behind his ears in soaked strands.
"Yeah?" he says, more excited than you're expecting.
You stare into his eyes, soft blue until it bleeds out into a sparkling grey that makes you feel weak. His heavy eyelashes that clump up under the water that drips from his hair. "Yeah," you smile.
He grins back, much worse than yours, and reaches down for your shampoo to hand to you. "Be gentle, yeah?"
You roll your eyes and squeeze a bunch into your open palm. He stares at you as you work it through his hair and you squirm under his gaze. You know he's aware of his effect on you. He smiles and has to bite it back. You stare at his scalp and pretend you're too busy to look him in the eye.
"Stop staring at me," you say, shy laughter hot in your throat.
He leans his cheek on your arm where you've got it next to his head. "I don't think I will," he smiles, the chub of his cheek slips against your skin as he goes.
"Stop," you say and don't mean It
"No," he says seriously. "No, I'll only stop when you stop being so fucking gorgeous."
"Sirius."
"Really," he laughs now.
"No."
"You're fucking amazing." He's so genuine about it, you wish you weren't trapped in your tiny studio apartment shower.
"Tilt your head back," you say instead of what you want to. Something like Sirius, if you don't stop I'm going to pass out right here in the shower.
"Beautiful."
You tilt his head under the water before he can wax poetic any longer. He laughs and his mouth fills with water. He splutters and scrunches his eyes shut, face bright with boyish glee. You think he might spit it out at you but he lets it dribble out and down his chin - much to your delight. It's daunting how pretty he looks as he does it. Suddy face and hair in his eyes.
"All right," he says, pushing his hair from his face. "Turn around, it's my go."
"Be gentle, please, Sirius," you say, and tilt your head up.
Sirius groans from the back of his throat. "God, honey, when you say it like that, I'd be an ass not to, huh?"
Actually obsessed with how Wyn wants to touch Harriet all the time. How he literally loves her so much he couldn’t get over her when he tried. How he calls her his gravity. He’s so sickening miss Emily henry I am in your walls.
Walburga black was a milf. She was a horrible manipulative bitch too, however she was still hot a fuck. I’m sure everyone hates her (I hope everyone hates her) but they doesn’t change the fact that she just must have been a extremely beautiful woman, The whole black family are hot, milfs, dilfs, gilfs etc. They ware toxic, evil, manipulative hypocrites, but they were stunningly hot, toxic, evil, manipulative hypocrites. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
sirius wants the engagement announcement to be printed in the daily prophet with a picture of him and remus kissing while flipping the bird. remus is more okay with this than the others expected him to be
the wedding invitations are howlers. sirius's idea again. but it is to ward off the unwanted guests his parents insist on sending an invite to (the important people i.e. james, peter, marlene, dorcas and regulus don't get an invite because they would come anyway)
after long hours of discussion, and a lot of tears, it is decided that james, regulus and marlene will be the common bestmen
professor mcgonagall officiates the wedding. she volunteers before sirius asks her
the venue is shrieking shack. to ward off the remaining unwanted guests (walburga faints at this and refuses to attend the wedding)
the wedding song is queen's good old-fashioned lover boy
both the flung bouquets are caught by james. there may or may not have been magic involved
after the wedding the grooms take off on sirius's motorcycle. obviously.
Even if he hates it, there are little things in Sirius that are just like his parents. You cannot help but become a little bit like those who raised you, even if you despise them. You cannot help but integrate those little bits and pieces to yourself, and recognise them in yourself, even if you wish you didn't. He smokes the same brand of cigarettes as his mother, because he nicked them from her first, and he never bothered to buy different ones. And he likes their taste better anyway. He hates that he knows every constellation by heart, but he hates it even more when inevitably, he finds Orion first. He still plays the piano sometimes, when there is nobody there to see, and the tunes that come to him are the ones Walburga favoured. He holds glasses of alcohol lazily, like it could fall out of his hand at any moment, because Orion held them that way too, and without even realising it, the mannerism was engraved in him. And when he's a little too drunk, it's always French that escapes his lips, remnants of conversations with his parents. He never lost his table manners, and unless he is making a conscious effort not to, he eats just like he was taught. But the one thing Sirius hates the most about this is his anger. His words are sharp and designed to cut just like his mother's were, his voice dark and falsely composed like his father's, and Sirius cannot get angry without scaring himself. And in those moments he has to say to himself, repeatedly, that he is not them. Just pieces of them. Because you cannot help but become a little bit like those who raised you, even if you despise them. But you can chose what you do of this little bit.
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