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Mermaid Pandora 🤲🏻

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The day I started posting about #remus lupin is gay was the best day of my life.

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i miss u guys <3

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thinking about dad!james and bsf!reader sleeping together for the first time and james can’t control his breeding kink because he’s seen how good you are with his son

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I don’t even ship Drarry but I love your comics so much wtfff

I love the way you portray the Malfoy family, can we get more of them??

<333

Awww thank youuuu !!! 💕🙈 Ofc you can have more of the Malfoy family! My blog practically revolves around them 🥹 Much love to you !💗🫶

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okay so if there were to be a marauders dancer microfic fest of the sorts…would anyone be interested in participating??? (reblog for a bigger sample size if u want <3)

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Uncle Reggie setting the good example

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About Gaza Funds

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tbh i didnt know you were supposed to be jerking off while you look at porn

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In my next life I will be reborn as #i love trans!reg.

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★ lovely ; james potter.

info: comfort, james potter x fem!reader, under 1k.

your head nuzzles into james' neck, inhaling greedily. "you smell good..." you sigh dreamily, nails raking the tiny curls at the base of his neck.

"yeah? i took a shower earlier... used that lavender soap you like," he hums while adjusting at the duvet. he huffs softly, unsure whether the cold touch of the wall that digs into his side annoys him more or the small amount of bedding left.

he tugs at the thick blanket as if attempting to get comfortable but you choose to not think much of it. in your mind, he fancies your cuddles, your affection, like he does every day.

after few seconds of finagling and a growing frown of frustration, "can you back up just a little bit? you've left me no space and this window sill is just stabbing my side like mad..." he groans.

you pout slightly, cheeks flushing a soft hue that closely resembles one of embarrassment. "sorry," you reply softly, body rolling over before scooting towards the opposite end of the bed.

"oh, love..." he makes an awfully sweet crooning sound, lips matching your bitty frown as you hug the bunched up duvet in your arms as if wired to cuddle something, to cuddle james.

james sighs, inching closer till your back meets his front. toned arms wrap around your midriff in attempt to apologize further.

"'m sorry, i didn't mean to be all over you." you speak understandingly, barely there and james feels his heart crack into trillions of pieces.

because here you are, being his undoubtedly sweet girl, showering him in your love that it makes his own affection cower next to yours.

"it's not your fault, baby. i dunno' why i spoke that way, 'm sorry." he speak weakly, as if barely noticing his original tone of voice.

you hum, "you seemed like you had a rough day... cuddles always seem to do the trick, but i guess today's different and that's okay." your voice is nothing but a squeak, soft and meek in a way that makes james believe that you'd rather not upset him again.

he's quick to prove otherwise as he showers your nape and cheek with the sweetest of kisses, soft lips against your supple skin.

"i'm not mad, my beautiful girl. you're so kind, always caring for others, thank you for the cuddles!" he lays it on thick, tone drenched in the finest of honey from the most richest of hives.

you giggle as his kisses grow tenfold, thicker fingers tickling at your waist. "jamie!" you laugh, swatting at his wrists with no real defense, more or less for show.

laughter and tickles turn to soft grazes and a love-sick gaze that makes you melt into the sheets like putty.

"why're you looking at me like that?" you whisper, thumb grazing his hairline absentmindedly.

"'cause you're lovely," he whispers back.

"you're lovely," you quip back with ease.

"nuh-uh, sweet girl. you're definitely loveliest." he coos.

★ diwa's notes: haiii this is my first post in ages and i'm super nervous bc ik my small amount of followers are def gone bc this isn't atwow TT this was just something sitting in my drafts so i hope ppl enjoy it :3 (and ellecdc if ur reading this which is a very low chance, ty for ur advice 🤍)

© hobietopia 2024.

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Here are the prompts for May 2024!

You can find the rules here and the faqs here.

Still need March's prompts? Find them here.

Want to post to ao3? Find the collection here.

Prompts listed under the cut.

Animagus  

Delight

Rush

Cease

Surface

Strawberry

Allure

Silk

Captivate

Reform

Gentle

Rub

Mischievous 

Bottle

Drive

Mist

Dimple

Paint

Jewel

Barren

Rank

Control

Desk

Over

Fireplace

Fine

Sneeze

Comfort

Tie

Pasta

Insecure 

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class - 160 words - @jegulus-microfic

warnings: house fire

Regulus hates to cook. But, with James busy teaching classes all day and having to put up with dirty teenagers, he thought it might be nice to make food for a change.

That was until Regulus had to call the fire department on himself because the oven mitt that sat next to the stove caught fire.

After the kind, tall firefighter checked on Regulus, he called James, who had sounded extremely shaken up at the thought of a fire. 

A pit of guilt dug in Regulus' stomach, his heart clenching at the worrying tone in James' voice. 

"I'm sorry, James; I thought I was doing something good! The house is okay; there's not too much -" And then James cuts him off.

"I don't care about the house, not even if it's in ruins! Reg, I asked if you were okay!" Regulus breathes out through his nose.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken up."

"I'm on my way home; don't dwell." 

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Remus and Sirius in line at the supermarket

Girls behind them: *speaking French* Sirius (muttering under his breath): Some people clearly think they're the only ones who know French. Girls: *continuing speaking French* Sirius: *embarrassedly smiling* Remus: What? What are they saying? Sirius: They're talking about my arse. Remus: *grabs Sirius' arse, turns around, and winks* Girls: *gasps, clasp their mouths, and run off behind the nearest shelf* Remus and Sirius: *laughs uncontrollably* Sirius: What? You don't think I deserve a little appreciation? Remus: No one talks about your arse in a language I don't understand.

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“If we meet each other in Hell, it’s not Hell.”

— Geoffrey Hill, Broken Hierarchies: Poems 1952-2012