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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Unintentionally- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted NOVEMBER 13, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- SMUT, degradation (it’s literally one line), dirty talk, swearing (if there are any more warnings please tell me and I’ll add them)

Enjoy!!!!

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The joke shop has been really busy lately and you could tell. Your fiancé, George, would come home every night looking exhausted and worn out. So, you offered to help. He said that they were fine, of course, but after some persuasion, he finally gave in.

The day started as normal. You woke up, made breakfast, and ate with George. Except for today, you were going to be leaving the house together. You decided to wear a tight tan skirt with a white blouse and white heels paired with nude lipstick.

“This is so exciting,” you beamed as you both walked into the shop. “You’ve been here before, why is it exciting?” George asked.

“We’ll be working together! And I’ll be able to finally help and allow you to maybe relax a little,” you said and hugged his arm.

George just chuckled at your excitement and kissed your forehead.

“Do you know that I love that lipstick on you?” George whispered in your ear, “No I did not, but I’m glad that you like it,” you giggled.

Soon after that, Fred had walked down from the apartment that he now lived alone in and you guys opened. The morning was a little slow, but when it got to lunchtime it got SUPER busy.

“Holy shit,” you whispered to yourself as you looked around. There were people everywhere. Almost so many people that you had to squeeze past someone anywhere you went. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by George though, “Hey, love, would you mind putting these down there?” he asked and handed you a box of “Weather in a bottle” and pointed to a shelf.

You nodded your head and smiled before bending down to restock the shelf. “Darn these heels,” you groaned and tried to regain your balance. Your outfit was not working in your favor right now. You stood up after a minute of struggling to stay on your feet and restocking the shelf and turned around.

You adjusted your skirt before looking up to find a flustered looking George. “Georgie, are you alright?” you asked and rubbed his arm. He snapped back to reality and nodded his head ‘yes’ before quickly walking away.

“That’s weird,” you thought before going to see if a family needed some help. “Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked the family. “Oh, um, yes. My son is looking for ‘Weather in a bottle’,” the lady said.

“Oh, well you guys are lucky! I just restocked those!” you told the family and walked back over to where you were before. You bent down once more and grabbed the lady one, “Here you go,” you told her and handed her the bottle. “Thank you so much,” she thanked you and handed it to her son.

You nodded your head and turned around. Once again, George was looking at you, flustered. “Seriously Georgie, are you alright-?” you looked down to see a tent forming in his pants.

You slightly giggled to yourself and walked up to him. Maybe your outfit was working in your favor today.

“Are you alright Georgie?” you whispered in his ear, seductively. His breath hitched and he looked down at you. “That skirt is a little tight, don’t you think?” he asked while adjusting his collar.

“What? This thing?” you asked and looked down at your butt, “I don’t think so. But do you know what? You look kinda toasty, is it too hot in here?”.

Your hands went under his tie up to one of the buttons on his dress shirt and started to unbutton it. “Y/n, stop,” he warned and grabbed your wrists, holding them tight and pulling you toward him.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” you said innocently. When he looked down at you to give you another warning, he got a full glimpse down your shirt. He immediately looked back up and looked around, trying to compose himself before he pounced on you.

“You might wanna go behind the counter though, so you can hide that,” you told him and pointed down to his bulge.

He looked down and quickly grabbed your hand to bring you to his office. “Can’t you see that I’m working?” he spat as he closed the door.

“I am too, it’s not my fault you get so hot and bothered when I help you restock shelves,” you told him sassily and crossed your arms, unintentionally making your boobs push up.

“I told you to stop, I’m not telling you again,” he growled and walked up to you. He was now towering over you.

“I’m not doing anything though!” you defended.

“You know you are, and you’re doing it on purpose. So just stop,” he told you, his jaw clenched.

“And what if I don’t? You gonna punish me?” you teased and ran circles on his chest with your index finger. “I might just have to,” he growled. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting that. You were just joking, but now you were turned on.

“Oh yeah? You’re not going to do that, we both know you’re too soft,” you teased and walked closer to him, biting your lip. You were playing with fire now.

“That’s it,” he growled and grabbed his wand, “Alohomora’’. With that, the door locked and he pushed you against the wall.

“H-Here?” you squeaked out. “Yep, which means you gotta stay quiet,” he said and started kissing your neck. You moaned. “Quiet,” he warned and kissed your neck harder. There were going to be marks for sure.

“G-George!” you gasped as he squeezed one of your breasts from outside of your blouse. He was quick to unbutton your blouse after that and soon you were just in your skirt and your bra.

You went to unbutton his suit jacket, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pushed them to your sides. “No touching,” he whispered harshly. You whined at his words, realizing how hard that was going to be. You loved to run your hands across his chest and pull at his hair.

He unzipped your skirt and pulled it down your legs. You were now only in heels and your undergarments. “Jump,” he ordered, to which you obliged and jumped up. He grabbed under your thighs and kissed you hard. You moaned into the kiss as he ground his bulge up against your clothed pussy.

“G-George please,” you pleaded. “What do you want, Y/n?” he asked, he was teasing you, of course, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“You- oh my god- your dick- bloody hell,” you moaned as he started trailing kisses down your stomach to your heat. How he was holding you up still was unknown.

“Well, as much as I would love my dick in you, I am supposed to be punishing you. Soo, how about, no?” he teased, which made you whine once more.

He ripped your panties off of you, making you gasp, as your glistening pussy was exposed. You shivered when you felt his breath on it. He then stuck his tongue in you, almost instantly earning an unholy sound from you. “Delicious,” he praised and kept going.

You went to go grab his hair but then you remembered that he said no touching. You debated for a few seconds on whether you would risk breaking his rules and getting punished even further, or whether you would just listen and get an amazing reward.

You went with option two and grabbed onto something else instead. You grabbed both of your boobs while his tongue conveniently plunged further in you at the same time, making you squeeze your boobs and let out a loud moan.

“There are children out there, you know?” George laughed and looked up at you. His eyes widened when he saw that you were playing with your boobs the whole time. He growled as he felt his pants get even tighter if that’s even possible.

He picked you up, legs wrapped around him, and carried you over to the desk. He threw everything off of the surface before slamming you down onto it.

“You think you can just play with your boobs while I punish you?” he spat and laid you down flat on the cold desk. “I’m sorry,” you squeaked out.

“Sorry won’t cut it. Now we have two options, I could stop right now and leave you horny all day, or I could fuck you so hard that when we get back out there, you won’t be able to walk,”. “Option two!” you quickly said.

“Of course you would choose that option, which I’m kinda glad you did because my dick is so hard right now and the thought of me slamming into you seems much more fun than being hard all day,” George said.

You were growing impatient, “Just fuck me already!” you growled. “Option 1 is still there, Y/n, don’t make me angrier than I already am,” he growled and grabbed your bare thigh tightly.

“Sorry, let me be nicer. Shut up and please fuck me,” you said, regaining some confidence. “That’s not any better,” he said harshly and yanked you up by your neck, stretching you open to him.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, your confidence leaving immediately, “Beg for it,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your earlobe. “Please fuck me until I can’t walk anymore! Please! I can’t take it, please!” you begged and shook the thigh that he was holding.

He grinned and quickly took off his suit jacket, along with his shirt and tie. He then quickly got out of his pants and boxers. Soon, he was naked, and you were only in your bra.

“You might need this,” he said and put his tie in your mouth. Before you could even process what he had said, he slammed into you making you scream. His pace was fast and relentless. Your brain went fuzzy and you couldn’t control the sounds that were coming out of you. “I love the sounds you make, Y/n,” George grunted in your ear, “they’re so pretty,”.

He could see you struggling to keep your hands back from touching him. He chuckled to himself and said, “You can touch me now,”. Right as he said that, your hands immediately went to his hair. You started lightly tugging at the ginger ends, making him grunt.

“You know what I love about you? The fact that you look so damn sexy all the time without even meaning to,” George whispered huskily in your ear and pulled out, before slamming back into you. “Oh!” you moaned. “You just bend over to do your job and I get hard,” he started kissing your neck, “you wear my favorite color lipstick without even knowing. You’re just so irresistible and I’m so glad I get to call you mine,”.

After 5 minutes of relentless fucking, you could feel the knot in your stomach forming. You clenched around his dick, which made him moan quietly. “I know you’re close, but hold it,” George spat and started rubbing your clit. He was making it really hard for you not to cum right then and there.

Soon enough you could feel him twitching inside you, “Alright, 1, 2, 3,” he grunted. With that, you both released and were panting very heavily.

You spit the tie out of your mouth and looked into George’s eyes, “Wow,” you both breathed out. He pulled out of you making you wince.

George pulled you close to him, making sure that you didn’t fall over, “I think I should let you help at the shop more,”.

“If it meant every day ended like this, I would be all for it,” you giggled and kissed him. George then picked up your guy’s clothes and helped you get dressed before he got himself dressed. You both made yourselves presentable before you hopped off of the desk.

“Can you walk?” George asked as he saw you wobbling toward the door. “Barely,” you laughed and leaned against a shelf. He laughed as well and helped you up.

You two walked out of the office to see everyone still shopping like normal. You both breathed a sigh of relief before you saw Fred run toward you two.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you two everywhere,” Fred said. You both just looked at each other and then back at him.

“Okay, well I gotta grab something out of the office, I’ll be right back,” he said and before you two could protest, he walked inside. Fred immediately walked back out though and coughed, “Bloody hell, what did you two do in there?!” he exclaimed. You and George just laughed.

“You two are disgusting,” Fred spat and rushed away. You and George both looked at each other once more and laughed before kissing.

“You still look so sexy even though I just fucked your brains out,” George whispered in your ear. “We gotta work, George, maybe we can do this again later,” you told him and caressed his hand gently.

“Fine,” George groaned and kissed you once more before you both got back to work.

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yeosangs-horizon · 1 year

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Riled Up (San x Reader)

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Genre: Smut Word Count: 1k Member: San | Group: Ateez Content Warning(s): Good ol’ dirty smut, porn what plot Author’s Note: Guess who found an old fic stashed away from 2020 :]

Stripping off your jacket, you sent a glare to San as he had been teasing you all throughout your company dinner. You thought it’d be nice to bring him as your plus one to introduce to your coworkers for the creepy older ones to stop hitting on you, but that backfired as he wouldn't stop trying to get in between your thighs all night.

You had to fake a cough three times, almost actually spewing back up whatever you ate in order to keep your lover at bay to make sure you guys didn’t get caught. Needless to say, your closest coworkers got worried and kept more of an eye on you as the night progressed on. You stood up quickly and walked to the washroom quickly before anybody could utter a word. Splashing water on yourself, you looked at the mirror and shook the dirty thoughts out of your head.

Secretly though, you knew that both you and San enjoyed it. Your thoughts came to a halt as you heard the door open as he strolled up to you. He pressed himself against you on the wall, clashing his lips onto yours in a needy manner.

“Sannie,” you whimpered, knowing that you had to get back before it seemed suspicious.

He held his ground, grinding his hard-on from his pants onto your core. You managed to finally get him off of you before letting out a sigh.

“Can’t we just finish this dinner before you get all needy?”

He crossed his arms whilst raising an eyebrow.

“Thought you liked it baby, but I suppose,” he replied suggestively.

Quickening your pace, you rounded the corner and sat back down at the table, apologizing and reassuring everyone that you were all right. Unbeknownst to your lover, your panties had soaked through and onto your nice dress pants.

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You huffed as you sent another glare to him as he was stripping off his top after you both somehow made it home in one piece. You couldn’t stay mad at him though, you needed him as much as he needed you.

He turned quickly as he gently pushed you on the bed, letting his legs straddle yours and immediately, you could feel how aroused he was.

“Mmf San, you really had to do that huh?” you mumbled as he began to plant kisses on your cheek, trailing to your lips.

He placed his lips on yours as he began to grind down on your heated core. Letting a finger trail down to your folds, he didn’t even have to slip into your panties to find out how wet you were.

“Is this all cause of me love?” he teased, smirking at you knowing how irritated you were at him. You didn’t reply but instead, bucked your hips up to feel more of his fingers.

“I knew you’d secretly enjoy it baby, feel what you did to me?” he cooed even further, letting his cock twitch on your soaked panties.

You let out a small moan before he stripped off the rest of his garments and slid your soiled panties down. Aligning himself at your folds, he let his sex rub around your slick before sliding in without any trouble. You let him bottom out, feeling the familiar feeling of him inside of you.

“Mmm San, can’t stay mad at you forever, you feel-- hnng too good,” you wavered. He let his hand caresses your face as he planted kisses on your neck.

“That’s right baby, that’s it,” he breathed out.

You start to rock your hips, needing more friction before you felt his cock twitching and he stilled. It took you off guard.

“Um San…?” you questioned before you looked up, his face was flushed and he avoided your gaze the more your walls clamped around him.

He let himself slide out before he could be more stimulated as he looked down in shame.

“Sorry um, kinda got carried away,” he muttered in a low tone. You looked up at him as he was staring at your wet core. Still in need for friction, you clenched around nothing but started to feel his release and your arousal mix and drip out of you.

“Please let me-- make it up to you,” he stuttered.

As guilty as he felt, he couldn’t deny how hot you looked, still being needy with his release dripping out of you. And you as well, wanted to admit that it was hot. The thought itself was already enough to almost bring his cock back to life, still dripping with his own cum.

“It’s okay Sannie, that was kinda hot,” you admitted, leaning up to give him a kiss on his nose. His eyes still glued to your hole saw his release drip out of you as you shifted. He snaked a hand to his member, gently pumping it as he pressed his lips onto yours again.

“Let me finish what I started,” he mumbled lustfully. He panted as his length grew again, ready for a second round.

“Mm please fill me San, I need you so bad,” you pleaded, walls clenching again in need of friction.

He placed his sensitive length and ghosted over your folds, feeling the sticky aftermath that had just occurred. He let it slide back in, pushing in his cum back into you. That thought was enough to get him riled up again. Needing more, he started to quicken his pace, the overstimulation catching up with him in the process.

“Sannie-- nngh-- feels-- so damn-- good,” you uttered out while you let your fingers stimulate your nipples.

“Are you close baby?” he asked breathlessly. You moaned, taking it as a sign that he was close too and let your walls spasm over his twitching length.

“I’m almost… there,” you whimpered as you rocked your hips quickly, letting yourself clamp over his member and ride out your high.

He stilled inside of you again, shooting his hot seed within your walls. You opened your arms up and wrapped it around him, pulling him down onto you.

“Thank you for not leaving me hanging,” you smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” he chuckled.

“We’ll see about that, looks like you punished yourself because you got yourself too worked up over dinner,” you smirked.

“Would it be punishment if I enjoyed it? I loved seeing you so needy. C’mon let’s take a shower now before we get any stickier.”

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professoruber · 2 months

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Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi Reading List

Last Updated: 24/4/2024

A list I have decided to make for the purpose of compiling the various appearances so far of Maps Mizoguchi; since she is a character I like whom has also been receiving some focus as of late. I will also provide some brief description/thoughts for each one.

Gotham Academy (2014-2016) - All Issues

Maps of course first made her original appearance in the first run of Gotham Academy.

Gotham Academy: Endgame (2015) - #1

A one-shot comic which was one of several tie-ins made for the Endgame event which was going on at the time. Basically just shows what Maps and the GA crew were up to while Gotham was being overrun by Joker zombies.

Gotham Academy: Second Semester (2016-2017) - All Issues

The continuation of the Gotham Academy storyline, with of course has Maps in a major role.

Lumberjanes/Gotham Academy (2016-2017)

A crossover between Gotham Academy and the Lumberjanes, which I'm pretty sure is non-canon but still probably worth checking out. I have not read it, nor the Lumberjanes comics yet, although I do intend to do both as some point (due in part to ND Stevenson being one of the authors of Lumberjanes, and me really liking the She-Ra reboot and Nimona)

Poison Ivy: Cycle of Life and Death (2016) - #1

Maps, alongside other Gotham Academy students (including Olive, Kyle, Colton and Pom) have a brief cameo in this first issue of this run. Maps and Olive each get one line each.

Batgirl (2011—2016) - #51, #52, & Annual 4

Maps (along with Olive) also showed up briefly during the Batgirl of Burnside run. My assumption is this is due to them sharing an artist and being published concurrently. I do know what Burnside!Babs isn't everyone's cup of tea so keep that in mind, I suppose.

My Video Game Ate my Homework (2020) - #1

Maps and Olive show up behind the main characters in the first page as a cameo... and that's about it. The comic seems fun though, for the record. Mostly including this because I'm just going through the list of Maps' appearances on the DC wiki.

Batman: Black and White (2021) - #4

One of the stories in this issue has Maps appear as Robin. Non-canon but still a very neat and fun appearance by her.

Batman (2016-) - #119, #120, #121

Probably Maps' first major appearance since the end of the Gotham Academy: Second Semester. These give some additional exploration of her home life and relationship with her parents. Has her dressing up as Robin to investigation the disappearance of another student.

Batgirls (2022-2023) - #11

Maps shows up here and has an adventure with Cass. This also means that Maps knows Babs, Cass and Steph. Which is neat. I do know that the portrayal of the Batgirls in Batgirls isn't everyone's cup of tea (namely portraying them as younger / less mature than they have been in the past) so that that's worth keeping in mind. Interestly, Maps' big brother Kyle has a larger role; appearing in #10, #11, #17, #18, #19 and the Annual as a possible love interest for Steph.

DC's Saved by the Belle Reve (2022) - #1

A one-shot with several stories, including one which returns to the Gotham Academy crew and gives some information on what's happened since the end of Gotham Academy: Second Semester, along with a fun adventure.

Gotham Academy: Maps of Mystery (2023) - #1

A one-shot which acts a compilation of Batman (2016-) - #119, #120, #121, as well as Maps appearances in Batman: Black and White, and DC's Saved by the Belle Reve.

Birds of Prey (2023-) - All Issues

The newest Birds of Prey run has a surprise appearance by Maps. Which I think is a neat sign of her receiving some increased focus as of late. To get into some mild-ish spoilers... the Maps who appears is a Maps from the future. I have made a few posts/reviews of this run, which you can find on this blog, and I guess personally I am not the biggest fan of her portrayal in this comic. Still is neat to see her receive more focus. Do kinda also think it could've been neat if Present!Maps had shown up instead of Future!Maps.

Batman: The Brave and the Bold (2023-) - #10, #11, #12

Gotham Academy returns! As does Present!Maps. A fun ongoing story of Maps getting to team up with Batman once more.

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littledrummeraussie · 6 months

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tell me all the things that you couldn't before.

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warnings: brief mentions of sex. a nightmare. hurt/comfort. lots of loving for Ashton. badboy!mechanic!Ashton AU.

word count: 5435

author’s note: This fic was written back in January, 2020, as part of the infamous A Permanent Chase fic, which I'm not sure will ever see the light of day as it only lives in my head and my heart.

The original concept is the following (to help you understand the fic better):

Ashton (in the beginning appearing as Fletcher) comes back to Sydney, where he starts working at Calum's garage as a mechanic. Shortly after this he meets our girl and starts to pursue her. They do start dating, but after some complications happen, and she finds out Fletcher is not the person he tells people he is, but someone else (Ashton), and she quickly breaks things up between them.

What she doesn't realize is that she and Ashton have met before, just after graduation at a beach party, where they fell in love for a night, but never saw each other again. Ashton does recognize the girl, but she doesn't recognize him for a long time, until finally Ashton does tell her the truth about their past.

The story is a mess - the original idea included gangs and street racing in which Ashton also partakes, lots of chasing after the girl in different places and scenarios, who eventually starts to put together how Ashton really loves her and actually wants to protect her from things happening around the city. (This is a huge reason why I never really worked on the story - I couldn't decide on anything, so it's just a big mess.)

They eventually make up and finally kiss at another beach party (full circle), and decide that they want to start a relationship with each other. There are lot of added stories to them in my mind, all of them following the main story above.

I also realized over the years that in some ways they are kinda toxic, but I cannot help it, I love my babies so much. So if you have any additional questions, please feel free to ask them.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was well past midnight when you realized that there was something out of the ordinary. At first everything seemed to be normal, your night started like any other: you stopped by the garage after work, parking your car just outside the building and greeted the boys who were still working there. You’ve convinced Ashton to finish early, making Calum close up for the night, and dragged your boyfriend up the stairs to his flat.

He was in a really good mood, and with a cheeky grin he pulled you into the shower with himself. His hands were searching and grabbing at whatever body parts they could reach, and after he’d promised you the best fuck of your life, Ashton picked you up to cross the tiny apartment to his bedroom, where he made good on his promise. You were lying in a tangled mass afterwards, watching the last rays of sunshine peeking through the window, painting Sydney in the most beautiful shades of pink, orange and yellow.

You were ready to make some dinner, but Ashton preferred cuddle time, and held you close to his side while he ordered Thai food from one of his favourite places. You spent the time kissing and talking about your day until the guy arrived with your order, and you ate in comfortable silence in the kitchen, playing footsie all through dinner. Usually this was the time when you went out to have fun around town, or just lay on the couch, watching the TV mindlessly, but the last few weeks have been different.

Since you’ve decided to take up some courses to help you with your work, it meant that eventually you needed to take exams on them as well. You had your doubts when you first approached Ash with the idea, but he was supportive, and in his own way, he helped you with your studying and papers. It usually meant buying you coffee or letting you rant about your problems – or ordering food when he thought you could use the extra time. And his apartment was much quieter than your noisy neighbourhood. He did not mind you staying over if it meant cuddles, food sharing and sex – all three of those happened regularly, so he did not complain.

You have already started revising notes when Ashton came up to you and gave a kiss on your neck. You leaned back against his chest, looking up at him with a smile.

“You’re going to bed?”

“Yeah, I promised Calum that I will open in the morning, since someone decided to drag me away early,” he leaned forward to press another kiss on your forehead, his red locks falling over your face. “And I don’t want to keep you away from your notes and books, which are clearly more interesting than your own boyfriend.”

“How tragic,” you laughed, turning around on the kitchen chair to wrap your arms around him. “Please file a complaint, and I will talk to the management.”

“And what will I get as a consolation prize?” he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Blowjobs.”

“Oh, plural? That doesn’t sound so bad,” Ashton grinned at you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “When can I start collecting them?”

“You know how offices work – it might take a few weeks to get an answer,” you bit your lip to hide a smile, and Ash just huffed at you.

“If it was up to you, I wouldn’t get my blowjobs for the next 30 days or so,” his fingers found a way into your tied up hair, slowly pulling out strands and combing them back into an even messier bun. “Any way to file a complaint about filing complaints?”

“I might know someone who can help you,” you tilted your head forward, pressing a small kiss on the skin of his stomach, then quickly blew a raspberry on it. “But only during opening hours.”

“You are terrible,” he laughed, grabbing your face and pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your lips. “Alright, I’ll leave you to your notes.”

“Don’t hog the blankets,” you poked his side, and Ash laughed again, pushing your hand away. “Good night, Cardinal.”

“Is that a joke on my hair?”

“You tell me,” you winked at him, and he leaned back to give you another kiss.

“Good night, you monster.”

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You knew something was up when you heard noises from the bedroom. The flat was really small, with no actual doors between the bedroom, the living area and the kitchen, and at first you thought the all-nighters you pulled would bother Ashton and he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the light on in the kitchen. But he was a heavy sleeper, still and calm, and the only thing that ever broke the silence was his light snoring. But not tonight.

The first thing you heard were the rustling sheets, a pillow thumping down onto the floor, the bed creaking under his weight. There was a loud gasp, more rustling, something hitting the nightstand or the bed frame, then another loud thump on the mattress. More gasps, more heavy breathing – you could hear the panic in the way he was trying to catch his breath, choking on air, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs.

You pushed yourself out of the chair, running to the small bedroom to check on Ashton. He was tangled up in the sheets, body twisting around as he tried to kick off the covers, thrashing in his blanket prison. His arms were swinging, trying to grab onto something (or someone), hitting the pillows and the bed with every move. He pushed his head back into the pillow, turning it left and right as he was panting, his Adam’s apple moving almost in a frantic, panicked way.

He was no stranger to nightmares – when he was exhausted or just had a bad day, he would go to bed early, resting his head on your stomach, hugging your body close to him like a pillow, and that usually did the trick. He slept soundly and without interruption. But sometimes he was just so lost in his own head that he forgot about it all, not caring about the dreams sneaking into his sleepy mind, and he usually woke with a start in the middle of the night. He would curl his body around yours, telling you that he’s okay, he just had a bad dream, he will fall back to sleep soon – he only ever asked you to hold his hand during these moments.

But tonight was different, Ashton never had a nightmare like this, one that physically shook him. He was fighting so hard to wake up, but nothing seemed to work. You dropped onto the mattress, climbing closer, and grabbed him by his shoulders, shaking him with all the strength that you had.

“Ashton! Ashton, wake up! Ash! Wake up!”

Suddenly he bolted up, eyes wide open, staring at the wall and taking in a lungful of air, making himself dizzy in the process. You shifted closer, climbing between his legs, and wrapped your arms around his trembling body. You held him close, running your fingers over his back, murmuring soft words into his ear as he buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his hammering heart.

“I’m here, Ash, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

He locked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, never loosening his grip on you. You ran your hand up to his shoulder, lightly massaging his tense muscles, caressing his neck, brushing your fingers over his hair. His skin was cold and sweaty, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His breathing was slowing, and you moved your head to press a small kiss on his temple. He tensed for a second, but then melted into your arms once again.

“It’s alright,” you whispered, still stroking the red locks at the back of his head. “It’s over. It was just a dream, it’s over. I’m here. You’re awake. It’s okay.”

His breath was hot on your neck as he inhaled deeply, nuzzling his face back into your skin. His muscles were slowly relaxing, but he was still tense and sweaty, and a shiver ran through his body. He tried to burrow closer to get more of your warmth, and you let him stay in your arms like this for a few more minutes. When you could feel he was a bit more relaxed, you pulled back a little, lifting his head up to look at you. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and it took him a few seconds to get out of his daze.

Ashton’s gaze skipped over yours, instead focusing on the chain hanging from your neck. The silver ring he gave you almost a year ago was hooked on a thin necklace, the weight of the metal resting between your breasts, a comfort you never knew you needed. You still remembered the time when he wore it on his finger, playing with it whenever he started getting nervous. He called it a good luck charm, something he desperately needed while he was chasing after you. But once he got hold of your heart, he gave it to you – since then it became something much more than just a piece of jewellery. For you: a reminder; for others: a warning.

His clumsy fingers wrapped around the ring, slightly tugging on it. You slowly tilted his head up again, trying to catch his eyes. His hazel ones finally found your gaze, and you gave him a small smile, lightly running your fingers over his stubbly jaw.

“Hey, you’re okay?”

Silence, then a nod.

“How about you go and take a shower? Get warmed up,” you rubbed his arms, trying to warm his still cold skin. “And I will change the sheets.”

Another nod.

Ash let go of your necklace, slowly peeling himself out of the bed, starting to go to the bathroom, then stopped, looked back at you. You gave him another encouraging smile, nodded at him that it’s okay, you both will be fine, after which he finally made his way out of the room. When the lock clicked and the shower started up, you let out a breath you were holding back. A thousand questions were running through your mind, but you didn’t want to take too much time thinking about them. You wanted to make sure Ashton was comfortable after his nightmare, that he can come back and relax into the bed, wrapped in your arms, and sleep off this horrible experience.

You started stripping off the sweat soaked sheets, pulling out a fresh set from the drawer, working methodically in changing them. After that you opened the window, letting in fresh air, the slight breeze clearing away the remaining shadows from the room. You reached into another drawer, choosing a soft pair of sweatpants for Ashton, and finally went to the kitchen, making tea, waiting for him to finish up.

The lock on the bathroom door clicked, and it opened with a slight squeak. Ash stood behind the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping on the tiles from his red hair. You stepped to him, holding the pants out for him. He took them from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours as he did, and that made him look at you.

“I made you tea,” you nodded towards the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. “If you want some.”

“Thanks,” his voice was quiet and small, and he coughed a little to make his throat work. “I– I’ll be there.”

“Take your time.”

You stepped back to the kitchen, piling up your books and notes to shove them to the corner of the table. You knew there was no way you would go back to studying, not tonight. Any exam could wait – Ashton needed you now.

After a few more minutes he emerged from the bathroom, shuffling to the kitchen, and dropped down onto the chair next to you. He sighed deeply, then leaned forward, resting both his arms on the table, and put his head down on them, hiding his face. You watched him, how his back moved as he was breathing in and out. His muscles were still tense, you could see it from the way he was holding himself. You scooted a bit closer, and slowly put your hand on his elbow, a tentative touch. When he did not flinch away, you started to lightly rub his arm, up to his shoulder, down on his back, then back up again.

When you reached the back of his neck, Ash moved his head to the side, looking at you as you stroked his drying locks with your fingers. His hazel eyes were searching you as you were working through the tangled ends, brushing them back from his face. He let out another small sigh when you touched his face, caressing his cheek, which made him nuzzle into your hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, resting your hand back on his arm.

Ashton looked at you for another second, then hid his face back in the crook of his elbow. You waited for him, you knew he needed time to work through the thoughts in his head, to decide if he wanted to face them again. He slowly pushed himself up, reaching for the mug in front of him, taking a sip of his cooling tea. His fingers were running over the rim, circling it mindlessly as he focused on something in front of him.

“You… left me.”

There was silence in the kitchen – his words left you speechless. It sounded silly at first; you knew how you felt about him, how first his attention was unusual, almost uncomfortable at times, and that you wished he would give you just an ounce of space; how you started to miss him when he wasn’t around, how you watched over your shoulder if he would appear somehow, stalk behind you, keeping his distance, but never taking his eyes off of you. You knew he had his reasons to do so, and you learned to love him for that – it wasn’t so hard, he found a way to your heart, and you willingly let him in. You never wanted to let go of him ever again.

“I have no intention in doing that,” you reached out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it. “And no reason.”

“But what if you do?” he whispered, pulling his hand away. “What if you find one?”

“Ash… is this something you’ve been… thinking about lately?” you asked softly, your fingers going up to your necklace, running them over the ring.

He did not answer; his eyes were still trained on the same spot as before. He was drumming on the tabletop, the rhythm getting more and more frantic and complicated. You desperately wanted to reach out and stop him, to make him look at you, to let him know you were there, you were listening, that you wanted to understand. But it seemed he was lost in his own thoughts – thoughts that brought out a nightmare that clearly shook him to the core.

“Ashton,” you said in a small voice. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

Those words made him look at you. Those words were his words, begging you to give him another chance, to make up for the mistakes he made when you met again. They were Ashton’s words, not Fletcher’s; they made you stop in your tracks, made you listen to him. They broke you in a way you’ve known you will never be broken again. That was the first time you’ve really let him into your heart, and you never wanted him to leave.

Ash sighed deeply, slowly turning around in his chair to face you, though his head was down. His fingers nervously twitched in his lap, and he started wringing his hands, looking for the rings he usually wore to play with. He once told you that sometimes he felt naked without them, and he liked wearing at least one to mindlessly spin it around, or take it off and put it back on. You moved a little closer, pushing your knees against his, slowing down his bouncing feet. Leaning forward you reached for him, pushing your fingers between his tightly clasped ones, and interlocked them. There was a slight shake to his hands, and you gently ran your thumb over his skin, trying to calm him again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed, slowly looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m just… unsure.”

“Of me?” you tilted your head to the side, trying to see all of him. He just shook his head.

“Of myself,” Ashton answered, rubbing your hands with his thumbs. “If I’m good enough for you.”

“Of course you are,” you squeezed his fingers in yours, pushing your forehead against his. “You are my Ashton. How could you not be good enough for me?”

“That’s not what everyone else thinks,” he said with a humourless laugh. “People talk, all over town.”

“Some neighbourhood gossip won’t make me leave you,” you shook your head. “What could they tell me that I don’t already know? I know you, Ash, I know who you are.”

“You have the heart of an angel, and I’m the devil who’s holding you back,” he whispered, tilting his head down.

“Maybe I’ve had enough of heaven,” your hand went to his jaw, slowly tipping his chin up to look back at you. “If hell is where you are, then I’m packing all of my bags to be with you.”

“Y/N…”

“Or maybe they have it the wrong way around,” you continued. “Cause you definitely feel like heaven to me. Maybe it’s not their definition of the place. But screw them – my heaven is all tattooed up and gorgeous.”

A blush coloured his cheek, and he moved closer to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his legs bracketing yours. You were tangled up in each other, silently sitting in the kitchen for a few minutes, Ashton’s hand on your thighs while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Then he slowly pulled back, rubbing his eyes – was it tears, or sleep, you didn’t know – and looked back at you again.

“Your parents still hate me,” he added, resting his elbow on the table, leaning his head against his hand.

“They hate everyone,” you answered with a shrug. “They even hate me. That’s not an accomplishment.”

“I’m sure they would prefer anyone else over me,” he searched you with his eyes. “Someone who can give you a real future.”

“What do you think, what does a girl need?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, and it was his turn to shrug.

“Financial security?” he asked, and when you rolled your eyes at him, he continued. “Someone like that guy you work with – what’s his name? Liam?”

“A suit and tie?” you shook your head, putting your hands on his knees to lean closer. “Really, Ash? When I can have you, your jackets and chains, and the fire red Mustang? Well, tough luck, because you’re stuck with me for good.”

“But am I enough for you?” Ashton sighed, reaching for you and holding your face in his hands, making you really look at each other. “I wanna give you the world. Hell, I wanna give you the galaxy. The universe. But I’m just this guy, fixing cars and running my mouth at people. And you… you’re smart and beautiful and could get anyone you set your eyes on.”

“And that’s you,” you nuzzled your face against his hand, looking at him pleadingly. “You’re the only one I want.”

“What if Liam asked you on a date? Or one of the guys at that course? What if you get along so much that you realize that you could just… do better than me?” his gaze slipped down to the ring resting against your chest, saying the next words looking at it. “You know I would do anything for you… but I know I can’t keep you forever.”

“Ash, how long have we known each other?” you asked, reaching for him, brushing his hair behind his ear.

“7 or 8 years. Dunno. Why is that important now?” he sighed, shaking his head.

“What do you think… how many guys did I date during that time?” you questioned him, but did not wait for an answer. “Only two. And you wanna know their names?”

“Please don’t kick me when I’m already down,” he whispered, but you’ve had enough.

“They are Fletcher and Ashton. They are you, Ash. I might have had a few flings and one night stands, and sure, I went on a few dates with guys. But it was only ever you I had a real thing with. It was only you who was ever good enough for me.”

“Then why did you even go on those dates if you didn’t want anything from them?” the question left Ashton before he could stop himself, and you could see him flinch when he realized what he’d said.

“I wanted to know how I felt about other people. I wanted to give myself a chance, see how we could work out. You know – if you never try, you’ll never know,” you shrugged a little while reaching for his hand, slowly interlocking your fingers with his. “And I– I think I wanted to know how you would react.”

“Remember the hole in the wall?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, and you needed to stifle a laugh.

“I was always waiting for you to show up during your dates,” you confessed, squeezing his hand in yours. “You know, just crash them. I wanted you to crash them. I know it took me a long time to let you in…”

“Well, half the time you were mad at me,” he said, leaning closer and resting his forehead against yours. “For one reason, or the other.”

“And in the other half I desperately wanted you to kiss me,” you finished, nuzzling your nose to his.

“You know I would have done it in a second,” he breathed. “I wanted to walk up to every single one of those guys and tell them that you’re… that you’re…”

“Come on,” you whispered, licking your lips. “Say it.”

“Mine.”

“Don’t think I was never asked on dates at my job or at school,” you gazed at him while saying the next part. “I was, numerous times. You know what I say to them when they call me pretty? Thank you, my boyfriend thinks so too. Or when they invite me for coffee? Thanks, but Ash is already bringing me some. And when they don’t want to let it go, I say: trust me, you do not want to meet him.”

“Are you really saying those things?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“I’m also implying that I’m having the best sex of my life, and I don’t plan on giving up on that,” you finished with a smile.

A moment later Ashton started laughing – it was his first real laugh of the night, and he hid his face, trying to stifle his giggles. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Suddenly the night wasn’t that dark, but instead everything seemed to start to glow a little bit. It was Ashton’s smile, shining through the blacks, dark blues and grays of the night, warming up the chilling air around you, shifting everything back to your usual teasing, but loving normal, the one you’ve built up together.

“I love your smile,” you whispered when he finally looked back at you, still trying to catch his breath. “I know I’ve always told you that you should wipe that grin off of your face, but god, I’m happy you never did. I just… there are so many things I just love about you that I’ve thought I hated before. Like your snake tattoo, or your loud car and obnoxious sunglasses… your terrible jokes and sexual innuendos, and how you never fail to say them at the worst times… I love your stupid red hair, and…”

“My hair is not stupid,” Ash mumbled, a smile still playing at the corner of his mouth.

“No,” you shook your head, reaching once again for him to brush your fingers through his red locks. “No, it’s not.”

Ash nuzzled closer, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the caresses and light tugs on his hair, making a small noise that almost sounded like purring. He turned his head, brushing his lips against your wrist as you wrapped a curl around your finger, pushing it behind his ear, stroking your hand down his cheek and jaw. Hazel eyes followed the movement of your fingers until you ran your thumb over his chin, and his gaze finally found yours.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked him softly, pulling back a little to see his face.

“Are you asking for permission?” there was another small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and a slight blush coloured his cheeks.

“Just checking if you are in the right headspace,” you returned his smile, and he nodded shortly.

“I would love that.”

Without a second thought you leaned forward, one of your hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair, the other one cradling his jaw, tilting his head a little to the side. His breath was hot on your face as you moved closer, cheeks and noses brushing, lips slowly pressing against each other – one soft, the other slightly chapped. You kissed his bottom lip, moving to the top, nuzzling closer and closer, until he opened his mouth and let you kiss him deeper, brushing his tongue against yours as you both tasted the other. Ash made a needy little sound as you nipped on his lips and kissed his chin, his jaw, brushing against his cheek as you nudged your nose against the soft skin behind his ear.

“I chose you, Ashton. I’ve been choosing you every single day since that night on the beach, and I’ll do it as long as you let me. I’m freakin’ in love with you if that hasn't been clear before,” you breathed softly, kissing the shell of his ear. “You’ve been on my mind for the last 8 years, and if that’s not love, then you have to find a better word for me, because I’m failing here, and you know I’m good with words. But you just have this effect on you where I completely lose my sanity, and I would gladly give up on it forever, if it meant I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ash reached for you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you out of your chair, and sitting you on his lap. His hand rested on your thigh, keeping you close to his body, as his fingers ran through your hair, guiding your face to his again. It was his turn to kiss you, and he started with the softest of touches, just to feel each other’s breath on your lips, the warmness of the other’s skin, the shiver running through you when you’ve finally lost your patience. Noses and lips pushed together, and he kissed you deeply, tongue brushing against yours as you were holding onto his shoulders. His scent clouded your mind, his touch burnt your skin, and you never wanted this moment to end.

“I love you,” Ash pulled away just enough to brush his lips against yours as he spoke. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You pressed another kiss on his temple, cuddling closer in his lap to feel as much of his skin as you could. His arms wrapped around you more strongly, and he rested his head on your shoulder, pushing his face into your neck. For a few minutes you’ve stayed like this – slow caresses on waists and backs, fingers brushing over hair and tattoos, lips leaving small kisses wherever they could.

“Come on,” you ran your thumb over Ashton’s cheek. “I think it’s time we go back to bed.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to keep you away from your studying,” he started apologizing, but you shook your head, smiling at him.

“Screw exams. You’ll always be my first priority,” you tugged a little on his hair, tilting his head up towards you. “How does that sound to you?”

“Like something I’ve always wanted from you,” Ash returned your smile, then reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. “Thank you, beautiful.”

You climbed down from his lap and reached for him to pull him up from the chair. You made our way back to the bedroom where the sheets were freshly changed and the pillows fluffed up just as Ashton liked it. He hesitated for a moment – the nightmare was still fresh in his mind, and even after you’ve talked through everything, he was still a little bit shaken from it.

“It’s alright,” you leaned against his side, pressing a kiss on the tattoo on his arm. “I’m here now.”

“I’m– scared to fall back to sleep,” he admitted, then sighed deeply. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“No, Ash. It’s perfectly normal,” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Don’t ever feel ashamed, especially not because of your dreams. You’re human, it’s okay to fall sometimes. I’ll always be here to pick you up.”

“How did I get so lucky?” he turned to you, gathering you in his arms for a hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“Must have been that lucky charm of yours,” you answered with a smile, feeling the ring resting between your bodies.

“You are my lucky charm,” Ashton whispered, brushing the hair back from your face.

“Well, then you should definitely hold onto me.”

He huffed at you with a smile, shaking his head. You pulled him down on the bed, both of you getting comfortable under the blankets – Ash scooted as close to you as he could, nuzzling his face between your head and shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his weight on you, running your fingers through his hair.

“You smell so good,” he mumbled against your skin, pushing his nose to your pulse point. “Am I not too heavy?”

“You’re perfect where you are,” you continued brushing your fingers over his curls, skimming them over the back of his neck, down his shoulders, then back up again. “How are you feeling?”

“Like maybe I will be able to fall asleep,” he breathed, then reached for the ring hanging from your neck. “Is it okay if I stay like this?”

“Your peace of mind is worth every numb limb and hours spent awake,” you kissed his forehead, then the hand holding onto the ring. “You would do the same for me. And just so you know, you make an excellent pillow.”

“You too,” he closed his eyes, resting his hand back on your side, cuddling close. “Will you… will you hold my hand? Please?”

Without another word you slid your fingers against his, interlocking them. He squeezed your hand in return, letting out one last sigh as he slowly let go of all the tension that kept him awake. His body melted against yours, muscles relaxing as his breathing evened out, and in a few minutes all you could feel was his light snoring tickling your neck. You brushed your fingers through his hair again, pressing one last goodnight kiss on his forehead before resting back against your pillows.

Ashton slept soundly in your arms, head resting on your shoulder, arm thrown over your waist, fingers interlocked on the bed. He fit perfectly against you, his weight all the comfort you needed in your life. You would have stayed up all night just to make sure he had no more nightmares, but his soft sleepy sounds slowly lulled you to sleep too. The last thing you remembered was his lips brushing against your neck as he shuffled in his sleep, and you fell asleep with a smile on your face. You knew for sure he was your forever – and you planned on reminding him of that every single day for the rest of your lives. Even if it meant chasing away his nightmares every night. Because he was worth it.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin fanfic #afic: a permanent chase #series: a permanent chase #ashton irwin fanfiction #fiction time

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Genuine questions I have about my dear Swedes, and I think you're the best with the headcanons about them.

• How were they recruited?

(I wondered about that.)

• What era are they from?

(They look old-fashioned for even the 60s, they seem to have come from a much older time considering the family photo and also the outfits and the "strangeness" they have with the 60s and America.)

MY FRIEND YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE for I am the keeper of the Elder Knowledge and the Mind-Vault of Fanon (aka I've been rotting about these guys since the ikea fam was live and kicking circa 2020 and haven't let go). I am TICKLED to finally be asked about them because they are My Guys and i love writing exorbitant amounts of information about them!!!! Especially their clothes!!! Needless to say I will not be brief, so strap in 😁

(PS Tumblr ate my first draft of this after hours of research and paragraphs of writing so I had to rewrite all of the content here from memory 🥲) (PPS I used this as an excuse to talk about their clothing for 3 hours. this is the most deranged I've been in ages ! )

First off: there is no canon information regarding either of your questions. So let's just put that out there. They are tragically underdeveloped for being potentially some of the most interesting characters on the show (or maybe i'm just biased because I prefer the Commission characters lol). Basically everything we know about them is based off inferences and vague canon implications, and everything aside from that is widely-accepted fanon that we discussed way back when + my own personal headcanons (which are basically canon to me). I might have to do some deep-diving into the tumblr archives of my old blog or my mutuals for the information I'll get into here, but all of it will be stuff I either came up with myself or bore witness to the research of & agree with.

1. How were they recruited?

Generally, the accepted theory is that the brothers were recruited young, likely after some sort of event which resulted in their first kill. From what I recall, several fandom authors (myself included) have incorporated this storyline into our own work, roughly following the same theme of capable woodsmen Axel & Otto protecting Oscar and killing someone as a result, hence inviting attention from Commission recruiters who trawl the timeline for skilled individuals.

Also, I believe it is fairly accepted within the fandom that the Commission seeks out and hires people who are down on their luck or in otherwise bad circumstances, then organizes them into employment statuses from there (office workers, hitmen, etc.). I tend to think Axel & Otto were recruited first, then Oscar was roped in later on, playing into my theory that they are triplets, just separated by large periods of time-travel.

2. What era are they from?

YIPPEEE you came to the right ! person ! because actually lowkey I kinda perpetuated the headcanon that the Swedes are Victorian-Edwardian back in the day (on a prev blog). I personally hc they were born ca. 1880-ish, with their “natural” timeline falling somewhere around 1901-1910 (Edwardian period), and picked things up from different decades along the way, as is the way of time-travel. However, I know others preferred the idea that they were from ca. 1930-1950, which is also fairy plausible.

Now, time for me to be insane:

I have a copious amount of proof that they are from the early 1900's ! based on their clothing + the photograph Axel carries. It’s also worth nothing that their clothing is visibly that of working class men, which makes it slightly more difficult to research (because the working class always gets the short end of the stick). I base most of my research & beliefs on cross-examining Edwardian photographs of workmen, as well as my own knowledge of historical fashion. I won't delve that much into their culture as Swedes and the fashion implications of that, since it honestly wasn't taken seriously enough in canon to be visible past Otto's haircut.

Proof in their regular clothing:

Trousers: Otto’s high-waisted trousers & suspenders are Edwardian, down to the very patterning. Oscar’s too, to a less obvious extent. It’s also worth noting that according to bts images, Axel also wears suspenders. His pants with the laces at the shins are baffling though...

Shirts: Oscar's turtleneck isn't not Edwardian; men have been wearing collared knit shirts like that as winter wear for a long time. Otto's green shirt, though it has those odd clasps, is somewhat reminiscent of arrow collar shirts worn in the Edwardian period. I have also found proof of three-button wool undershirts similar in style to Axel's henley, though these were more popular towards the 20's

Shoes: While Otto and Oscar's steel-toed boots weren't invented until the 1930's, Axel's boots are at least somewhat more reminiscent of those worn by workmen in the 10's. Though, the side zip and weird flap are… not.

Outerwear: Axel's blue vest is more akin to a double-breasted waistcoat, though it doesn't have lapels and the buttons are too large; it is... an outlier. Likewise, his canvas duster has a zipper and no lapels, and the pattern cut of it makes me think it's fairly modern, just like Oscar's canvas/corduroy jacket which is practically a Carhartt. Oscar's vest is baffling bc it looks different in every shot of it I analyze. Otto's trench coat is the oldest style. (Fun fact, the modern zipper was invented by a Swede in 1913)

Misc: The union suit was popularized in the 1860's (as women's wear, actually!), so Otto's wearing of it would be believable for the period. All their clothes are patched up, implying years of wear and tear.

Misc Pt 2; Weaponry: Though ofc I'm a gun girl, I have already spent 3 hours writing about clothes and cannot make myself research weird weapons. So if you're interested in their guns, PLEASE read this post by my old fandom pal!!! It's much a more intelligent and in-depth analysis than I can manage rn, and also discusses the context of weaponry within the Commission.

Proof in the photograph:

They're really a ragtag crew, which makes it hard to date any of their garments. Here's some things I've noted though:

Headwear: Newsboy caps (which are what Oscar and Axel are wearing) were at their peak around the late 1910s, especially with working class men. Otto's hat looks like it could be an oilskin fisherman's hat, which were popular in 1880s America, though his looks more like the later 1950's design of the hat. Additionally, workmen in the Edwardian period often wore neckerchiefs, not unlike what Oscar wears around his neck in the photo.

Shirts: Oscar appears to be wearing another knit sweater. Axel's blue shirt appears to me to have a band collar, which was a style popular in the 10's (from what I can tell one of Otto's shirts also has a band collar). Beneath that, his undershirt (likely linen) has a string closure, which was popular even earlier than the Victorian era

The Woman (mother? grandmother?): Historically, older women tended to wear headscarves/ head coverings. The style of her dress/smock/apron is hard to determine because of its concealment beneath her cardigan. She's got a sick rifle tho

Misc: Oscar's workman's gloves aren't inaccurate; leather gloves like that were worn in the Victorian era. So have leather belts. Like I said earlier, from what I can tell from my cursory search (after sifting thru dubious "Viking" hairstyles), Otto is sporting a fairly historically/culturally accurate he-man haircut from the Nordic area. Oscar's hair is the second-most historically relevant, as most men in the Victorian/Edwardian era had short, groomed hairstyles (though perhaps his is a little messier than usual). Axel is the outlier here with a modern slick-back.

ANYWAYYYYYYYYY

yeah. yeah. if you couldn't tell I am. fucking insane ? about them ?

since you're still here, you survived this long, have some bts stuff I dragged from the trenches:

#goldfinch reveals terminal brainrot for dumb hitmen on main #not exaggerating. this took 3 hours of research #tua the swedes #tua axel #tua oscar #tua otto #ikea mafia #ask

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Two Types Of Love

Ryomen Sukuna X Fem!Reader Yuji Itadori X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2020

Requested: Anon

Request: I just need aggressive affection from Sukuna and soft love from Yuuji that's probably all I need in life. A perfect balance of one won't let me go and the other knows when to let me go. And honestly I'm imagining Sukuna just slapping his hand over the mouth and being silenced with the weirdest ass kiss ever. Or being held in all four of his arms…I have issues. Can you do something with any of that? Or just Gojo or even Toji won't stop trying to flirt with the reader and Yuuji and Sukuna aren't allowing that?

Warning: kinda polyamory???

A/N: This ended up being way longer than I thought it was going to be but I hope that you enjoy it, I did have fun writing it and kind of gave in to myself.

Yuji had known you for a long while before everything happened with Sukuna’s finger. You had both lost contact after you told him that you were moving schools. As it turned out you were joining Jujutsu Tech. You missed Yuji a lot and sometimes went past your old school to make sure that he was okay, not that he ever saw you.

You became friends with Megumi and were often sent out on missions with him and it was no different that morning when Gojo caught the two of you “Ahh there you are, there's a mission I want you both to take on.” He said as his arm looped around both your shoulders, you shrugged his arm off of you. “You mean a mission that you don’t want to do?” You asked. “It’ll be a good experience, I just need you to pick up a cursed object.” Gojo answered, handing you the location. “If I die because of your laziness I swear I’m going to kill your ass.” You informed him as you snatched the paper from him. “Itadori?” “You know ‘em?” Megumi asked. “Do you?” Gojo asked as he leaned forward, you narrowed your eyes at him, you were pretty sure that he knew the answer to that already. “I knew someone who went by that name.” You answered. “Is that the friend you're always checking on?” Gojo asked. “Yeah.” You nodded. “They have a curse object?” “A strong one too, just get it back and everything’ll be fine.” Gojo shrugged.

You didn’t find the artifact where you were supposed to and before long you were standing in front of Yuji in the hospital “Yuji?” You asked softly. “(Y/N)!?” He asked as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Um the old man, he died.” Yuji answered. “I’m so sorry.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around him. “We don’t have time for this.” Megumi stepped forward and you glanced back at him and glared. “His Grandfather has just died.” You argued. “And more people are going to die if we don’t find the cursed object.” Megumi argued. “Yuji, your family shrine there was something there, we need it, do you know where it went?” You asked. “Oh I gave that to some friends at school.” He answered, you looked at Megumi and groaned. “We need to get there now.” Megumi ordered. “Yeah I’ve got it.” You mumbled, turned to Yuji and promised to come see him some time.

This was the first time that Sukuna saw you, after Yuji ate the finger, you never actually saw him eat it but you felt the change in energy and headed up to the roof “Yuji?” You asked as you looked at the shirtless figure standing on the side of the roof, when he looked at you, you knew that you weren’t looking at the same person. “You talkin’ to me Princess?” He asked as he stepped towards you. “He ate the curse object!” Megumi yelled, you felt a tear fall down your cheeks as you used your curse ability to create a weapon. “Well, aren't you brave?” The body that used to be Yuji’s asked, you pulled the Katana into a defensive stance as you looked at the curse in front of you. “I could kill you.” “Is that supposed to scare me?” You asked, Yuji eyes looked you up and down before before the curse occupying his body smirked, you weren’t scared of dying at least not for the person who owned his body before him, his attention now completely on you as he stepped forward lifting his hand but before he got too close he jerked to a stop. “Hey, leave her alone!” That voice you recognised. “What the hell is going on!?” The other deeper voice asked. “Don’t touch her!” Yuji ordered and before you knew it your childhood friend was standing in front of you again. “Yuji?” You asked and he looked at you. “Yeah?” He asked tilting his head like a puppy, you dove forward hugging him (which you’d later be thinking about because he was in fact shirtless.) “Well your close aren’t you Princess, you two datin’ or somethin’?” That voice asked again. You jumped back at the sound of the voice before seeing the mouth on his cheek. “Does that hurt?” You asked him, not noticing your sensei appearing to talk to Megumi. “No.” Yuji answered as he slapped his hand over his cheek, the mouth just appeared on the back of his hand, you reached out and poked it. “Do that again and I’ll bite you.” He warned. The flash of a camera caught your attention as you looked over at Gojo. “I got an ear full because the special grade object wasn’t back yet, so where is it?” “I ate that thing.” Yuji said, putting his hand up. “You did?” He asked. “I did.” Yuji nodded at the same time that both you and Megumi made confirmations of your own. Gojo walked up to him and looked Yuji over far too closely in your opinion before laughing. “Wow it really did combine with you, that's hilarious.” He turned away from him handing the bag he was holding to Megumi before gesturing for you to come and stand with him before he started stretching. “Do you feel anything different about your body?” Gojo asked. “No, everything seems okay.” Yuji answered. “Can you swap with Sukuna at will?” Gojo asked. “Who’s Sukuna?” Yuji asked. “The curse who’s finger you ate.” Gojo answered. “Oh yeah I think I can do that.” Yuji put his hand on his hip. “Okay give us 10 seconds, then change right back.” Gojo requested. “But-” “No, don't worry I’m too strong for him.” Gojo smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Were you souvenir shopping while we were almost dying?” You asked “is that why you wanted us to do this mission?” “I don’t have to answer that.” Gojo muttered as Sukuna appeared behind him. The fight from there was rather one sided, Gojo obviously winning the whole time.

It was a couple of weeks later when Yuji had supposedly died that you realised your feelings for him. Many tried to get you out of your room but no one was able to convince you to come out of your room. “(Y/N)!” You could hear Gojo on the other side of the door but you didn’t even have the energy to tell him to go away. “I have someone who wants to see you.” “Go away.” You finally managed to say. “I thought you might say that.” You jumped up at the sound of Yuji’s voice, your eyes widened when you saw him standing there, he opened his arms for you but you moved cautiously touching cheek before diving in and pressing a kiss to his lips “you are not allowed to do that ever again!” “I’ll try not to.” He scratched the back of his head. “Did you at least get rid of your freeloader?” You asked. “Still here sweetheart.” Sukuna said the mouth appeared on his cheek. “Do I get a welcome back kiss?” “You're the reason he even needed one, you do get anything.” You glared assuming that he could see you in some capacity. “You're cute, when I finally get this body you're coming with me.” Sukuna smirked and you glared at him. “God I hate you.” You grumbled. “We’re kind of a package deal.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

It was a couple of years later, you had both officially entered a relationship and even if Sukuna had never officially requested a place in it, he was kinda there for the ride. One night Yuji had managed to find sleep easy but for some reason you were having trouble, you found yourself sitting on the window seal of the room that you were sharing. “Whatcha doin’ over there kid?” Sukuna asked and when you looked over you saw that he had full control of Yuji’s body as he walked over until he was standing in front of you. You changing with him doesn’t wake him up does it?” You asked. “No, he's still fast asleep.” Sukuna assured you “you didn’t answer my question.” “I was just thinking.” You answered. “Does it hurt?” He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him before turning away “sorry… What are you thinking about?” “We’ve been looking for your fingers and we’re finding them but…” Your eyes moved to his, his gaze seemed to pin you to your seat. “So many people have died for us to get this far and you’ll both be gone by the end of this to… I guess I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do next.” “You think I’ll let some second rate sorcerers take me away from you?” He asked, he took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger “at my full power there is nothing that can stop me from getting back to you.” “What about Yuji?” You asked. “The brat will still be here too, if that’s what you really want.” He rolled his eyes, you weren’t sure what caused this change in Sukuna but you were sure if you asked he wouldn’t tell you. So instead of asking you leaned forward and nudged his nose with yours, he rolled his eyes before properly connecting your lips in your first real kiss. Sukuna let out a groan before a tired look took over his face. “No fair why are you guys awake without me.” Yuji complained and you giggled softly. “Don’t worry we were just coming back to bed.” You said as you stood and dragged him back to bed.

You’d never find out how much you really meant to them until one day they were supposed to meet you after a mission but it seemed that Gojo had found you first. Yuji respected his teaching and you but he couldn’t stop the feeling of jealousy rising in him as Gojo’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. “We should stop him.” Sukuna growled. “We should trust her to deal with it herself.” Yuji wasn’t sure he believed it but he had to give you the chance to get rid of the overly touchy teacher yourself. “I swear to god brat if you don’t go over there, I’ll make you.” Sukuna was speaking through gritted teeth but before either one of them could do anything you threw a punch at Gojo who easily dodged it before laughing saying something and then skipping away like a child, he had unfortunately always been that way with you and it wasn’t going to change any time soon.

You didn’t even know they were there but you felt Yuji’s arms wrap around you the second that he touched you the air changed and you could feel the change in the air, the power that Sukuna had gained since collecting more of his fingers has certainly been noticed by you, as you felt the second pair of arms wrap around you, you knew that if you looked down you wouldn’t be able to see them but you could definitely feel them. “You don't have to worry about him.” Your hand reached up behind his head to play with his hair. “He gets too close,” Sukuna mumbled, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “The brat wouldn’t let me come over here.” “You should listen to Yuji more often.” You informed him and he grumbled as you felt the presence of the second pair of arms dissipate, “Told ya.” Yuji muttered, “but for the record, I don’t like it either.” “You two don't realise how similar you are.” You mumbled to yourself before unwrapping his hands and pulling him along with you. “I’m hungry, let's get something to eat.” “Anything you want.” You almost think that they both said it at the same time but you’d only get an argument about who said it first so instead, you pulled them along until you found somewhere you were all happy to eat.

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Snape asks

(9) What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

I personally think Snape would be the type of person who ate food to stay alive rather than because he enjoyed it. For a man who lived a relatively short and unhappy life, I don't feel like he'd find comfort in life's small joys- such as a favorite food. (*crying as i type this*) I think no matter what you put in front of him, he'll eat it with a straight face because that's "what you do". I do however think there are some foods he likes and dislikes more than others.

Likes:

• rich/bitter dark chocolate

• exclusively black tea (no sweeteners)

• raw carrots

• anything spicy

• soups and stews, especially if he can drink it from a cup instead of using a spoon

• lentils

• kielbasa

• actually likes the taste of liquor, particularly rum

Dislikes:

• most exotic foods

• carbonated drinks

• anything that stinks, such as raw onions, garlic, aged cheeses

• greasy/oily foods

• meat in general with the exceptions of turkey and pork specifically

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(13) Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Oh absolutely it did. In fact, that's how I became a Snape fan. Let me give you a quick rundown:

Up until 2020, I had read the series and seen movies 1-4. I remembered Lupin being my favorite characters from the books, but I didn't really like him as much in the movies. Well, Harry Potter kinda took tik tok by storm in the second half of 2020, myself included. I ended up watching all the movies and really gravitating towards Snape's character, which was exciting to me because up until that point I felt a bit like I was floating around with no favorite character. Around then was when I created my oc and obsessed over canon plot, researching everything and trying to understand every event as if I had experienced it myself. This included Snape, and I went to the lengths of memorizing his entire lore, to the point where I could recite his entire life from memory (dates included) 😭

This eventually bled into a total alan rickman obsession for me, and within like 2 months I had watched around 27 movies with him in it. I even ran an alan rickman fan account on tik tok called hansgrubersbuttplug (💀)

being outspoken for my love for snape was definitely the nail in the coffin though. The absolute hate I recieved by marauders fans made me go from actually really liking book Lupin to hating everything marauders related.

Post covid I went through some traumatic bullying that is almost a direct mirror to what snape went through at hogwarts. I literally have my own james potter and lily evans. Like, it's exactly the same. That definitely gave me a whole new appreciation, and I even take comfort in knowing that at least someone, in some universe, would understand everything I went through.

Kinda went off topic there, but I hope I answered your question. Thanks for the asks !!

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 1 year

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Discord, I’m Howling at the Moon

Title: Discord, I’m Howling at the Moon

Summary:

Roman was an accomplished Hollywood actor. Millions adored him for his charm and winning smile.

On the flipside, Remus was a certified medical examiner. Millions hadn’t a clue of who he was and those few people that did tolerated him. He dissected dead bodies for a living. Hell, he’d do it for pure amusement if someone offered. Becoming a medical examiner had been just the safe, legal route.

So it might shock people on who was the normal human being and who was the one that could transform into a quote-unquote "horrifying bloodthirsty monster."

Pairings: Brotherly Creativitwins

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Logan is in this fic for like five seconds (not enough to tag him imo), Werewolves, Nonspecific discussion of dissecting dead people (Remus is a medical examiner it’s kinda his job), illness mention, death mention, mutilation mention, vague nsfw jokes, arguing, crying, body horror, hurt/comfort

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Would y'all believe me if I told you this has been in my drafts for nearly three years, needing nothing but a few fixes here and there? Anyways, this idea had seized me one day late at night during 2020 lockdown and I wrote the barebones all in one night as you do. Many thanks to @stillebesat who beta'd it back in the day and gave helpful suggestions. I did use their advice to tighten up this fic...even it took this long for it to come into fruition.

People were generally ecstatic to learn that Remus Merkle was a doctor. Until they discovered his patients were mostly dead. And by mostly dead, they were completely dead. It was just, occasionally, decaying corpses had muscle spasms that caused them to move on their own. Thus “mostly” dead. However, nobody really appreciated jokes about decomposing corpses unexpectedly moving. Whatever, when the zombie apocalypse arrived, he’d be the only one prepared for it.

They also didn’t seem to appreciate hearing about the various ways one can end up dead. As a mortician, he’s seen all sorts of cause for death. Most were mundane things—old age, heart failure, cancer.

Some, however, never failed to crack him up on the depravity of man. They were all going to hell, every last one of them. Anyone who thought otherwise was just fooling themselves.

That was why Remus didn’t care about keeping up appearances. He spoke loudly and proudly about anything, everything on his mind. He proclaimed liking chocolate ice cream in the same breath of proclaiming his enthusiasm for octopus sex. He’d walk around publicly in the nude if it wasn’t illegal. When a grey streak appeared in his hair prematurely—he didn’t hide it away. He embraced it, showing it off to everyone—and he meant everyone. His co-worker Brian, the barista at the coffee shop, the random businessman on the street—everyone.

People were then generally surprised to find out that he had a rather conspicuous twin brother. Or perhaps surprised to find out that Roman Prince was a stage name—as artificial as the grandiose, bravado image his brother portrayed himself to be. Because despite their passing resemblance (they were fraternal) they were polar opposites.

Even growing up this was evident. Roman liked drawing unicorns and fairy-tale princes. In turn, Remus liked drawing five-legged, eight-eyed monsters that ate up Roman’s princes and unicorns. Roman liked the good guys. Remus liked the bad guys. This worked out rather well when they’d play princes and dragons. Except, of course, when they’d argue who should win.

Most of the time? It ended up in a wrestling match full of foul play. Such as pinching, biting and tickling. If their poor mother was fortunate, she might discover them in a heap sound asleep. The unfortunate times were when this rough-housing went too far and one of them ended up crying at the end.

Unlike Remus, Roman cared about what others thought of him. He loved putting on a performance—doing whatever he believed would please others. In school, he was always the favorite among teachers and students alike because of this. Many times Remus tried convincing him to let loose and have fun. All that did was result in arguments with words far more painful than childish rough-housing ever was.

It wasn’t like Roman and Remus didn’t care for each other–because they did! It was just natural that when you spent almost every moment of your life alongside each other up until high school graduation, you were going to argue a lot about stuff that was very important but also very stupid. Nowadays they both learned to agree to disagree about certain things.

Given his acting tendencies, it wasn’t too astounding to Remus that his brother went on to become an accomplished Hollywood actor. Millions adored him for his charm and winning smile, among…other things. Sure, Remus was Remus. But even he had a limit.

Reading stranger’s thirst tweets about your twin brother? It would never cease to be a bizarre, disconcerting experience. This didn’t mean he wasn’t above using it as fodder to tease Roman. For all his talk, his brother was easily flustered by such things.

On the flipside, Remus was a certified medical examiner. Millions hadn’t a clue of who he was and those few people that did tolerate him. He dissected dead bodies for a living. Hell, he’d do it for pure amusement if someone offered. Becoming a medical examiner had been just the safe, legal route.

So it might shock people on who was the normal human being and who was the one that could transform into a quote-unquote "horrifying bloodthirsty monster." This wasn’t always the case, mind you.

It all began when Remus received a phone call one Tuesday evening at around 5:37pm. It was a cold, overcast, rainy day. The type of weather that warranted murders and other violent criminal acts if this was a fictional story. Most actual crimes statistically occurred during warm sunny days.

Remus had just taken his dinner of chicken gizzards out at the same moment that Aqua’s Barbie Girl erupted on his phone at an obnoxious loud volume. Remus groaned, setting the dish aside as he dug out the phone from his pocket.

“What’s up bro? Did you end up finding the surprise I left hidden in your TARDIS of a closet?”

“Ah, I apologize but this is not your brother speaking.”

Remus’ knuckles went white, “Oh really? Then where is my brother?”

“I’m afraid he’s…occupied at the moment. Listen your brother has—”

“Did you kidnap him? Because I can and will find you—and chop you into tiny bits of pieces! I’m real good at that—well with dead bodies but I’m sure the same principle works on live ones.”

“I have not kidnapped your brother, I promise.” The stranger said, voice level and calm. Remus pouted because it wasn’t fun when people didn’t freak out.

“What are you doing with his phone then?”

“My name is Logan Barry, I am your brother’s assistant. I know this is an invasion of his privacy and could very well end in my severance from his employment but I felt it imperative to make this phone call for your brother’s sake. He has been experiencing mood swings—”

“Have you worked with my brother for a long time?” Remus interrupted, barking a laugh, “Roro’s always been one for dramatics!”

“I’m well aware of his flair for the dramatics, having worked under him for two years,” Logan bit back testily, “I assure you this is different. The thing most concerning to me is that a few days ago he dropped out of all his acting engagements and has taken to isolating himself in his home. It is clear something is causing him anguish but he won’t say what it is.”

“And so you thought to steal your boss’s phone and call up one of his family members to check up on him?” Remus hummed, “because damn, yeah, it sounds like a pod person replaced him. But you picked the worst person to call—sure, we’re cool, but we aren’t the sort to do mushy emotional talks.”

“Are you certain? From what he has told me, you two are close. You are also the closest relative in terms of geographical distance.”

Well, shit. The dude had him on that. Both their parents were currently on an anniversary vacation in Florida.

Remus sighed as he grabbed his dinner and shoved it into the refrigerator. Right smushed between a few of his science experiments; a dead rat and dove respectively each wrapped in tinfoil.

“And he doesn’t have any friends you thought of calling first?” Remus asked, snatching up his car keys.

“Roman has plenty of friends—“

“—but lemme guess? They’re a bunch of artificial Hollywood phonies?” Remus asked. He took the resulting silence as confirmation. “Don’t worry, Nerdy Wolverine, I’ll go over and knock some sense into my idiot brother.”

“Thank you, it is much appreciated.”

“Don’t thank me just yet—by the way, how did you get my bro’s phone? Did you steal it?” Remus asked, already in his car and starting the ignition.

“I did not steal it—the phone needed a new screen and he entrusted me with making sure it was replaced. I am simply returning it to him in the morning, rather than this evening.”

“Hm, whatever helps make you sleep at night!” Remus chirped, “I’m gonna hang up now so I can listen to some tunes while on my way to save Roman from himself!”

He then did just that, before Logan could have a chance to utter some formal goodbye. The drive to Roman’s house was long—three hours. It was a little less than that due to Remus’ excessive amounts of speeding. Death metal blared out of the car stereos. Usually he liked to screech along to it but he remained silent the whole ride.

Being a Hollywood actor was Roman’s dream job—just as much as Remus’ job as a medical examiner was for him. He worked just as hard as Remus to achieve that. It’d be one thing if his brother grew stressed from the pressure of the job or wanted to pursue other creative avenues. But for him to up and quit acting? With no warning or explanation? That didn’t make sense. Nobody just did that—well okay Remus would. That was on-brand for him. Not for Roman.

Although, it’d be great after all these years his brother finally learned to cut back and let loose. Who knew, maybe his assistant was just being stuffy about the situation.

It was completely dark by the time Remus reached the gates of his brother’s ridiculously large home. Normally Remus liked ditching his car and scaling up the gate to freak his brother out. Today he used the gate code for the first time ever. He still lockpicked his brother’s front door—what? He had to maintain some sense of normalcy. Or as normal as Remus got anyways.

“Roey, I’m homeeee!” Remus called out, grinning maniacally as he pushed the door open. He took one step inside and his foot met with the crunch of glass.

Roman liked to call himself a man of passion and ideals. He loudly abhorred logic and structure, claiming he followed the whimsy of his heart best. Despite that, he did appreciate some order and rationality. Unlike Remus’ unbridled chaos, Roman’s chaos was organized to a degree. Roman sometimes had piles of stuff lying in a room. Piles that seemed random and unorganized but they really did have a purpose.

Remus shone his phone’s flashlight to a mess that rivaled Remus’ own anarchy. Chairs overturned, broken shards of glass, a torn-up shirt—the list went on.

“Whoa,” Remus breathed in, closing the door behind him. For a second Remus forgot the whole reason he came here. Instead he became invigorated with memories of when he trespassed abandoned buildings as a teen. Some had broken-down belongings still left inside—you could tell a lot about a person from what they left behind. Remus knew that fact intimately.

Had there been some sort of a struggle? Was Roman involved with the mafia? Was Roman dead?

Remus froze, crouched down as his fingers touched a shard of glass on the ground.

“Roman?” He called out, “Where are you? I can’t believe you had a wild party and you didn’t have the gall to invite me!”

He waited, tapping his finger against the glass. Tap, tap, tap. He almost didn’t think he’d get a response until he heard a distant clang. And then, “Remus?!”

His brother. That was Roman’s voice. Weak and faint, although that could be because he was halfway across the house or something.

“Yup it’s me!” Remus grinned, jumping up to his feet, “Bro, where you at?”

“Remus what are you doing here?” Roman asked, a muffled noise following his words.

Remus huffed, slightly peeved. Here was his brother, a pinnacle of manners and yet he ignored Remus’ question entirely. Regardless, he walked in the direction he thought Roman’s voice was coming from.

“What, I can’t drop in, just ‘cause anymore?” Remus asked, “besides, it doesn’t seem like you’re up to anything right now. Besides nursing a wicked hangover, I bet. Did you manage to get laid?”

“Remus, you can’t be here!” Roman’s voice said, sounding increasingly closer. Remus’ grin widened. Bingo.

“What do you mean I can’t be here? I got through the door just fine—also for someone that’s loaded, you should really invest in a better lock.”

“No, please, Remus I mean it!” Roman snapped, the clanging noise echoing once more. This time it sounded like something metal. “You can’t be here, please!”

Remus creeped closer, frowning when he came to the end of the hallway. Hmm, right or left?

“Why not?” C’mon bro, please speak up and tell me .

“I—I can’t! You just have to believe me!” There was a tremble in Roman’s voice. Remus had heard his brother act, time and time again. He knew all his tells. This wasn’t him acting. Roman was genuinely afraid.

He was also definitely in the room to Remus’ left. Now he just had to open the door—locked. Remus bit his lips. Alright, no biggie. He could lockpick it.

“Remus? Is that you? Stay away!”

“Roman, you know me—if you have a dead body in there, I’ll bury it for you. No questions asked. I might just want a peek at the insides though!”

“Remus, please—” Roman let out a pained scream.

Remus’ fingers quivered. No! He steadied them, working as fast as humanly possible. It struck him then that this was just like a scene ripped from a horror movie. A man goes to visit his apparently gone mad brother and finds a mystery afoot. As much as Remus liked horror movies, he was finding that he didn’t like being in one.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door unlocked. Remus slammed it open, one hand itching close to his pocket knife. The room was dim, containing a single window with blinds drawn over it. It looked like an ordinary guest bedroom until something shifted in the corner.

“Roman?” Remus came near, startled at the sight of his twin shirtless and chained up to the bedposts. What the fuck. “I should’ve thought you were one for such a vanilla kink. Where’s your partner? Are they hot?”

“It isn’t like that!” Roman insisted, baring his teeth, “Listen, I can’t hold it back any longer, you need to g o .”

Remus opened his mouth to respond when Roman dropped to the ground, screaming as he convulsed. Oh my god, he was having a seizure. Remus should call 911. His phone fell out of his pocket in his fumble to pull it out. He reached down to pick it up, only to drop it entirely once more.

This time was due to the fact that Roman…was rapidly growing hair? Like an infection, coarse grey hair started covering every inch of his brother. Which was really fucking weird because Remus did not know of any disease that caused instantaneous hair growth in such a way. But it didn’t just stop there.

As it continued, there was a series of horrible crackling noises. It sounded akin to someone popping a dislocated shoulder back into place except it sounded wrong, wrong, wrong. Something screamed within Remus that he should not be here, that he was in danger, that he should escape while he had the chance.

But he didn’t move a muscle, standing stupefied at the sight of his brother…transforming? Yeah, that seemed like the right word. Because the crackling was the result of Roman’s bones rearranging themselves to create an entirely different skeletal frame. His brother’s face twisted and contorted until it no longer resembled anything human. Dull human teeth gave way into sharp carnivore teeth.

At this point, Roman no longer had any hands–they’ve fused together into something else entirely. The same was beginning to occur with his feet.

The pants his brother had been wearing had long since been torn to shreds, but they became even more so as something burst forth from his body like that parasite from Alien except it was near his butthole and oh–was that a tail?

A werewolf. His brother was turning into a fucking werewolf.

Remus almost laughed. Was this a dream? Was his apartment infested with toxic mold and this was the result of a hallucination? Because the idea of werewolves was fucking sick (he’d been convinced he was one in middle school) but as far he knew, they weren’t supposed to be real and his brother sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be one.

Yet, it was becoming very damn apparent that his brother was turning into one. As the transformation leveled out, Roman’s screams ceased as a deep, guttural howl replaced it. The grey hair became more shaggy and looked soft to the touch like fur. His brother had paws! And fluffy wolf ears! If Remus hadn’t witnessed the whole thing, he would’ve assumed that Roman had a real ass wild wolf chained up to a bedpost!

Remus couldn’t help himself. He reached a hand out towards Roman, only to be met with a snarling and gnashing of teeth.

“No touching, got it.” Remus whispered, staring as his brother thrashed against the chains. The wolf tried chomping down on the chain, only to let out a yelp. Ears pinned back, he tried a few more times to success. Eventually he threw his head back and howled.

This was where most people would’ve been terrified enough to run away if they hadn’t at the start. After all, his brother had turned into a wolf and now was trying to escape his chains. Surely if he managed to break free, his animalistic instincts would cause him to maul Remus to death.

Oddly enough, Remus was feeling very calm. Perhaps a bit too calm, but as he stared at the wolf that was now his brother, things made sense. The trashed house, the erratic behavior, the fear in his brother’s voice moments before–werewolves were real and somehow his brother got bit by one.

“I bet it’s silver, isn’t it?” He mused underneath his breath. Silver hurt werewolves, right? Assuming that was true, it was no wonder that Roman’s wolfy form was so agitated by it.

So Remus decided to do something that was probably ill-advised. In fact if this was a b-rated horror movie, the audience would be yelling at him right now for being stupid. He reached for his lockpick toolkit and slowly inched forward. Roman growled at him.

“Listen, I’m gonna just,” He held up his lockpick toolkit out to show Roman, “help you out bud. See this? If you promise not to eat me, I’ll let you out.”

Remus didn’t know how much awareness Roman had in wolf form. He was gonna go with not a whole lot. Still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and communicate.

Roman sniffed at it curiously. He then stared at Remus, tilting his head. After a moment, Remus decided to take that as a permission to continue onwards. He touched the end of the chain to which his brother growled. Rude!

“Ok, look, I’ll respect not touching you, but I have to touch the chains to let you out.” Remus raised an eyebrow. He waited a few seconds before touching the chain again. Roman didn’t growl. He kept staring at Remus, watching his every movement.

“Good boy, good boy,” Remus said, fiddling with the lockpick, “okay, is that patronizing? Am I being demeaning? Please tell me if I’m being demeaning—”

Remus kept rattling on, working on the clasp until it finally released. An angry red band circled Roman’s leg where the chain had been. Roman lifted the paw up and down, tail wagging. He lunged forward, best as he could with three limbs still chained down, and licked Remus’ face. It was rough and coarse as sandpaper.

“Whoa, I haven’t even finished the other three just yet!” Remus protested, laughing. He pushed the wolf’s head away as he started work on the second chain. Roman whined but complied upon seeing what he was doing. The next three came off in quick succession once Remus figured out the locking mechanisms. When the last one came off, Roman bounded about the room excitedly. At one point he started chasing his tail to entertain himself.

Remus watched, deep in thought. His brother seemed so happy to be able to roam and chase his tail to his heart’s content. He’d only growled at Remus because he felt threatened and afraid of his presence. Once he understood his intentions, he immediately lavished affection upon him.

Just how long had his brother been a werewolf? This couldn’t have been going for more than a few months at least. In any case, Roman was so terrified of himself to the point of self-isolation. Which surely made the situation worse, because his wolfy side probably needed proper care and attention that Roman was neglecting.

Something tugged at his jacket sleeve. Remus looked down to see his brother looking at him, whining.

“What? You want some food?” Remus asked, “Damn, if I’d known I would’ve brought the roadkill I have in my freezer to you—”

Roman headbutted him with enough force to send him sprawling. This seemed to satisfy the wolf, because he then proceeded to lay on top of him.

“Hey no fair!” Remus said, trying to wiggle out to no avail. Roman licked his face in response before laying his head down. Remus tried a few more times before giving up. He sighed, finally resigning himself to his fate as a wolf cushion.

“Man, this is gonna be weird in the morning, isn’t it?” Remus asked, yawning.

It was.

He woke up to a scream. By the time he managed to open his eyes, he was greeted to the sight of a human Roman huddled inside a blanket.

“Morning, Ro. What’s for breakfast?” Remus asked casually, sitting up to stretch. If there was one downside to adulthood, it was that sleeping on the ground now resulted in stiff backs.

Roman looked at him like he was a ghost.

“H—how are you not dead?” Roman asked, “The chains—I—it escaped—did you get bitten?!”

He reached forward, searching for a bite mark of any kind. There weren't any. Remus grasped onto his brother’s hand, squeezing it firmly. Okay mushy emotional talk time. Remus wasn’t great at this, but Roman knew this. Hopefully he didn’t fuck it up too much.

“I’m fine, Roman,” He said, “I didn’t get a single scratch, I’m mostly hurt that you didn’t tell me you could turn into a hugeass wolf. Do you have any wolfy traits outside of Full Moon? Ooh, can you eat raw meat? What about your sense of smell?”

“Remus,” Roman began, his eyes wide, “why aren’t you scared of me?”

Remus cocked his head, “Why would you think that I’d ever be afraid of you? If anything I’m jealous of you! I can’t believe you’re better at turning into a wolf than I am. You know I spent half of middle school thinking I was a wolf.”

Roman stared at him, lips wobbling. He then shook his head and laughed. All choked up and wheezy like a broken squeaky toy as he slung both arms around Remus’ wiry frame in a tight embrace. He kept on laughing—his fingers digging into the fabrics of Remus’ shirt and jacket. Remus held onto him, massaging his scalp the way their mother did to comfort them growing up. Eventually Roman’s laughter died down to quiet, stifled sobs.

“I know you care a lot about appearances but you’re not a monster you know,” Remus whispered, “Dukey’s honor that you’re still your princely, heroic self, wolf or not. Besides you and I both know the monster in the room and that’s me.”

“You put pineapples on your pizza.” Roman hiccupped.

“It’s delicious! And there’s much worse cursed things to put on pizzas. Like gold and squid ink!”

“You wear crocs unironically.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You practiced bagpipes in front of my room at 2AM in high school.”

“Yup! See? I’m a certified genuine monster.” Remus beamed.

“No you’re not,” Roman made a strangled noise, “You’re my brother who’s weird and kooky at times but I--I…”

“Aw Roey. Don’t make this a mushy Hallmark movie,” Remus said, “but if it was, you’re still my brother regardless of how many times you get on my nerves.”

He almost addressed the chains–now that Remus knew, they were going to eventually need to have serious talk time about ways to properly care for one’s wolfy self. In a very un-Remus-like move, he bit his tongue on that one though. That was an argument for another time. One that was inevitable to happen if Roman kept transforming into a wolf every full moon.

For now? He was content to start teasing Roman with the latest thirst tweet he stumbled across.

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