#Lord Os is so handsome...

[paulyenvol6]

All You're Good For

Daemon Targaryen x reader (OS)

You have disobeyed and upset your husband and he intends to punish you for it in a way that brings him great pleasure....

Contains: detailed smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected anal sex, fingering, crying, angst, gagging, spanking, degrading, objectification, dirty talk, mentions of words like slut and whore, dom!Daemon, slutshaming

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'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' had been the only words inside your head for the past minutes.

You shouldn't have been so naiv and stupid and careless. You desperately bit your lower lip and felt tears burning in your eyes.

Restlessly you walked up and down in your chambers and anxiously awaited your husband's arrival. Your hands were entangled and you unconsciously toyed with your fingers just to do anything. You had to touch something, distract yourself but you couldn't fight the urge to replay this wicked evening over and over again.

It had started pleasantly, a feast in honor of the king's name day with music and dancing and a warm summer night. You had drunk wine and perhaps that had been the cause of this whole mess. It had been a little too much, just the amount to make you tipsy and imprudent with the words leaving your lips.

Because at the height of the night you had found yourself talking with Lord Byvrin Martell and though you hadn't intended to, your conversation could be described as playful. Of course you were convinced that your teasing behaviour was exclusively caused by the alcohol in your blood but Daemon had been furious.

Lord Byvrin had complimented your looks, your clothes, your hair and your eyes and you had thanked him for each word as if you were a young maid looking for a handsome match rather than a happily married woman, that you truthfully were. So you couldn't even act like Daemon was exaggerating because if he had acted this way with some highborn lady you would've been equally furious. The alcohol had simply made you behave in a way that didn't meet your true self and you wanted to slap yourself for it so hard.

After a few minutes of your conversation with Lord Byvrin Daemon had spotted you and only after a moment had sensed what was happening. He had walked over to you with flashing eyes and his teeth grinded and had literally dragged you away from your companion. You had looked at him and slowly started to realize what you had done and once Daemon had opened his mouth you were filled with regret and fear.

"To our chamber. Now," your husband had hissed and you hadn't dared to disobey him.

And now there you stood, alone and scared, panicky and desperate to see Daemon and explain to him. But he made you wait 30 more minutes and then finally entered your rooms. Though you feared what he would do or say you were just happy to see him and looked at him with big eyes.

But he didn't do you the favor of meeting your gaze and instead just slowly walked to the table in the middle of the room to put the things he had carried with him on its surface. His little dagger that he always took with him and the cloak he had been wearing because of the coldness that slowly had started to creep up.

Only then did he look at you and you twitched at the coldness in his eyes. He really was angry with you.

"Daemon…," you wanted to start just to say anything but he cut you off.

"Shut up. I don't want to listen to anything coming out of your mouth tonight."

Tears welled in your eyes.

"Please, let me – "

With quick steps your husband approached you and took hold of your chin.

"Have I not made myself clear?" he hissed.

And so you remained quiet as Daemon examined your face.

"Oh for fuck's sake… tears? Really?"

To you this seemed like a rethorical question so you didn't reply. Then he shoved you roughly away from him towards the bed and started to walk back and forth in front of you.

"I don't think I have to tell you how much like a cheap little whore you have acted tonight. You, a married woman, have thrown yourself on this cunt. You looked like a filthy slut like this, darling and truthfully I'm embarrassed for you."

You lowered your gaze feeling ashamed at his words but Daemon remained cruel and glared at you.

"None of this. Lift your chin, you will look at me. You'll be looking down to the ground long enough tonight."

You gulped loudly but forced yourself to raise your gaze.

"Good. Now get on the ground."

A second after your husband had said these words you had dropped to your knees. All you cared about now was making him forgive you and you would do anything he asked you to. Pleadingly and with big eyes you looked up to Daemon whose expression was almost disdainful. And then his hand connected with your cheek. It was a soft slap, not hard enough to leave a print but enough to make you twitch. He hummed and then took hold of your chin again.

"You will suck me off now. And you will do so without any complaints or resistance, do you understand me?"

You nodded with a trembling bottom lip because he looked so angry with you and that made you feel scared and desperate. Daemon usually wasn't mad at you. He usually praised you, told you what a perfect girl you were for him. But now he pulled down his pants and wrapped a hand around his already hardened member.

"Open," he said while watching your face and you followed his command by parting your lips for him.

He bit his lip while inserting himself in your warm and wet mouth and hissed sharply once he was fully inside. You didn't do anything and just waited for his command. Pleasing him, that was your only concern right now and you would listen to his every order.

Daemon enjoyed feeling the warmth of your mouth for a moment and then pulled at your chin so you'd open up wider for him. He grinded his teeth looking down at you and then thrusted deep inside of you. His cock met the back of your throat which made you gag and grab his thighs but he didn't care and neither did you complain. His stones were now almost pressed to your face and you felt overwhelmed with his member stuffed into your mouth. You luckily didn't have a very strong gagging reflex but right now even you were on the edge and struggled keeping in him.

Daemon usually went very careful and slow with you when he fucked your mouth but tonight he was so mad at you that he didn't blink an eye seeing you fight. He merely used your mouth as a tool to get off and put your comfort behind. And you most certainly didn't really care either. You knew you would be able to take it if it was for him.

But something did trouble you. You hated that he didn't talk to you. You probably would have preferred for him to degrade and insult you but you didn't even get that. He just had his eyes fixed on you, an angry look on his face and his hand gripped your hair tightly. Now and then he licked over his lip or threw his head back but it seemed like he entirely ignored you.

His hand held you in place while he now increased the pace with which he entered your mouth. You felt him slide past your teeth and over your tongue and tried your best to concentrate on breathing each time that his tip hit your throat. Tears had welled in your eyes again and you couldn't exactly tell whether they came from the physical or the mental pain you felt. All you knew was that you hoped that this would calm your husband.

Now Daemon threw his head back and closed his eyes because he was driven closer to the edge with every thrust. You just felt so incredibly good around his cock and the tightness made him see literal stars. It additionally brought him great pleasure to see you struggle and hear your little coughs and gags. Perhaps it was caused by his fury at you but it filled him with some sort of profane desire and satisfaction.

He wouldn't say that he was a terrible person and he truly did love you, he definitely did. But right now the blood in his veins was boiling and he couldn't get this picture out of his head. You, his wife and the most precious person to him standing so close to this weak cunt of a lord. Throwing your head back while laughing and blushing at his compliments. The way you had bit your lip and had given him this smile that Daemon found only he deserved. You weren't supposed to look at any other person like this and he wanted to make sure that you were intensely reminded of that fact.

Because that could be said about Daemon Targaryen; he was a possessive person. You were his wife, you were his'. And if he could he would let every person in the seven kingdoms know about it. If he could he would kill every person who had ever looked at you a little too long or even just had one wrong thought about you. Daemon wanted to have you and not let any other man even come near you. And now he wanted to both remind you of where you belonged to and punish you.

By now saliva and tears were running down your face and coated your chin and neck. It was messy and filthy and just what Daemon wanted to see right now. His cock relentlessy thrusted into your mouth, desire and lust befuddling his mind so much so that he didn't care about you, crouching on the stoney ground, anymore. He didn't care if you were struggling, if it was too much for you or if he made you gag. Every twitch or squirming was stopped by the hand in your hair and all he wanted was chasing his release.

And he did, his cock bruised your throat until the knot in Daemon's belly tightened and he was sent over the edge. His seed left his cock and shot deep inside of your mouth leaving you coughing and choking. He let go of you at once almost pushing you away from his now flaccid member and you sank down to the ground where you had held yourself up on your knees before. Your hands steadied yourself on the ground now and you let your hair fall in front of your face.

You sniffed a few times not being able to look at Daemon but then you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and he yanked you up to meet his gaze. Though he was still hard in his expression he looked a little calmer and you wondered if he would be easier on you now.

"Bed. Hands and knees," was all he hissed and you were quick to obey him.

You didn't like the fact that you couldn't see what he was doing so you turned around to watch him over your shoulder. Daemon took his shirt off leaving him completely bare and then walked over to you.

Usually you could always see his eyes shifting when he looked at you and you hated the fact that it wasn't the case tonight. Why did he have to look so cold? Couldn't he allow his eyes to warm up for one second? Just so you knew that he was still your loving husband despite this big mistake of yours.

Of course you understood his anger and you wouldn't even say that he was exaggerating. You knew that Daemon was of heated and jealous nature and didn't like it when someone that wasn't him dared to compliment you or eyed you that way and yet you wished he would forgive you as quickly as possible. You would do whatever it took and really wanted to tell him that but you knew right now was not the time to open your mouth.

You felt exposed and vulnerable under his gaze with your arse up that was only covered by a bit of your gown which had moved so half of your cheeks were bare on display for him. You turned your head again too scared to upset him further and awaited his next move with your head facing the headboard of the bed. You heard him approach you and then a hand was put on your arse. He pulled the fabric up and ruffled it around your waist and then the next thing your heard was a rip which made you twitch.

It immediately earned you a slap on your right cheek which only made you squirm again and you surpressed a little cry. Daemon removed your torn dress from your body and you didn't dare voice a complaint about him destroying the expensive gown. You just stayed silent while the cold air brushed over your naked skin and sent goosebumps down your arms.

His hand landed on your arse once more which made your body jolt forwards and Daemon was quick to pull you back to him. He stroke your skin, a gesture almost too gentle given the circumstances but you allowed yourself to relax a little though all your senses were still sharpened like a blade.

And then your husband finally spoke to you and you were relieved at first but then the content of his words made you widen your eyes.

"You've been very bad. You've disappointed and upset me and I'm gonna punish you for it by fucking your arse."

"What?" you breathed and now couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

Daemon had fucked your other hole once before because the both of you had wanted to try it a few moons ago. The tightness of it had been heavenly to your husband but it had brought you great pain and discomfort and so you hadn't done it again ever since. It had been as if you were torn apart and the stretch and sting had made you tremble and so Daemon hadn't even entered you more than a few thrusts.

You had spoken about it afterwards though and you had suggested that you would want him to do it again when he would 'really want you to feel him intensely with every inch of your body'. So you had basically given him your consent to use it as a punishment when you really disbehaved.

"I will use this tight little hole to get off. You know what it does to my cock."

You glared at him with big eyes.

"Daemon…," you whispered and suddenly his face softened just a little bit.

And yet he was determined when he grabbed the back of your neck and leaned forwards.

"You know that you can get up and leave now. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. But if you'll allow me to, I'm gonna fuck your arse as a way to remind you of your place. Because I think you forgot it," he said with grinded teeth.

Of course you wouldn't leave now. As painful you knew this would be, you'd do it. Because yes, you hadn't loved it when he had done it the first time and yet it was you who had suggested to use it as a penalty for you disobediance after all. You would endure it. You would let him use your arse to get off and show him that he meant everything to you and that you would do anything in this world to receive his love, just the way he received yours.

You simply wanted please him and let him know how much he meant to you. So much that you would let him abuse your arse. It wasn't like it was the greatest pain in the world but the first few minutes had been very hard and even once your tight hole had gotten used to his size it was still a little uncomfortable to you and it was far away from giving you any pleasure.

"I want you to do it, Daemon," you whispered nevertheless and intensely looked in his eyes.

"Good," he growled and dug his fingers into the flesh of your backside.

"Because I'm merciful I'm gonna prepare you. But then I won't be anymore. I'll take your hole like a toy. Merely to get off. And I won't care how much you'll cry or whine, do you understand me?"

You nodded.

"Good. I'll use you until I'm satisfied but if it's truly too much for you, you're gonna say 'red', alright? Only then will I stop."

You nodded again feeling a nervous fluttering in your stomach but you remained determined to take it. You felt Daemon run his hand over your arse again and then he wandered down and slid over your folds. There was already some wetness waiting for him but he knew it wouldn't be enough to make this as little unpleasant to you as possible so his finger traveled further down until it found your little pearl.

Daemon started by rubbing it in slow circles just the way you liked it and pressed into it more forcefully with every minute passing. His left hand was rested on your arse in the meantime, soothingly caressing you while his finger of his right hand made you soaked with arousal. Right now he wasn't even mean or hard with you; this was about making you wet and relaxed for him.

And he definitely achieved his goal as in a matter of minutes your wetness was running down your trembling legs. You let out little sighs and whimpers and clenched your hands in fists while Daemon enclosed your pearl inbetween two of his fingers and rubbed them tightly.

You had your head lowered and tried your best not to fall down on your stomach. Your knees were wombly and threatened to give in so you tightly held on to the sheets. Your husband now used his finger to collect some of your slickness and spread it all over your cunt and especially your arse hole. Now and then his finger came back to your nub in order to keep you calm and then you heard him get closer to you which made you gulp anxiously. You knew that this would hurt and yet not for one second did you doubt your choice.

"Relax," he hissed and you exhaled deeply.

It was hard to ease up sometimes when you nervously expected any kind of pain but you knew that this was the only way that this would be less uncomfortable so you closed your eyes and concentrated on your breathing.

In the meantime Daemon continued his touch on your pearl while circling your arse hole with his other hand and wettening it with your arousal. He even spitted in his own palm and used it as lubricant. Soon he inserted a finger in your hole which made you squeeze your eyes but you forced yourself to breathe and calmed down after some time. He pumped his finger a few times while circling your pearl and then added a second. This one stung a lot more and you twitched and moaned but Daemon soothingly ran his thumb over your skin.

"Shhh. Just relax."

You tried to, you really did but your veins were throbbing and sweat was gathering on your forehead. And yet your breathing became more steady over time and soon Daemon sensed that you were ready for a third finger. He coated it with his spit and forced it into your tight hole which made tears well up in your eyes. You hummed quietly and dug your nails into the sheets while your teeth were buried in your buttom lip to surpress a shriek.

And then after more time passing you had adjusted to his three fingers and Daemon thought it was time to fill you with his cock. He removed his hand from your hole which made you whine and took yet another step towards the bed. He ran his tip over your clenched hole and pressed his finger into your pearl.

"Ease up. The more you'll relax the less it'll hurt."

He was right so you tried your best to relax your anal sphincter and then Daemon finally started to push inside.

The pain instantly brought tears to your eyes and you felt like you were torn apart. Your husband wasn't exactly small when it came to the size of his member and now you really felt every inch of him.

Slowly Daemon worked himself inside of your tight hole while you sniffed and tried to fight the tears relentlessly gathering in the corner of your eyes. It was an uncomfortable sting, an unpleasant ache that only very slowly faded away. And then he was fully inside, your walls pulsating around him and Daemon sighed deeply his cock so wonderfully surrounded by the tightness of your arse.

"Fuck," he growled and held on to your hips. You hiccuped and whimpered and tried to further relax so you would adjust to his cock.

He actually gave you some time and soothingly caressed your hips and cheeks while letting out little moans. This was a magical experience to him because your walls stimulated him so well, it almost felt as though his cock would get torn off by your arse.

"Seven hells… Yeah that's it," he hissed and then after yet another few minutes began fucking your hole.

At first he slowly pulled out of you only to thrust back in which made you whimper at the ache but Daemon got faster over time and started to fuck you at a steady pace.

"Oh gods be good," he whispered. "Stupid little slut. You know that's what you deserve, don't you? Being my little fuck toy and doing nothing but having your holes spread for me and letting me take you the way I want. I hope it will teach you some lessons in how you are to behave."

You nodded quickly and hoped that he would even see the gesture because he might have his head thrown back. His hand came down to your arse and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You cried out and instinctively jumped but Daemon pulled you back to him at once.

"You'll fucking take what I gave you. Tonight you're nothing but my plaything. You are meant to serve me for my pleasure and I'm only gonna use you to dump my seed in your filthy holes. That body is mine and no one else's. If I ever catch another man looking at you like that cunt tonight I'll have his fucking head on a spike. And you," he snapped grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back.

"I don't have a problem reminding you of your place once more. As much as I hate to see you struggle, my sweet love, I enjoy fucking that tight arse of yours. If I ever see you acting like a cheap little whore again, I swear to you I'm gladly gonna fuck your disobediance out of you. Am I clear?"

You nodded and though his thrusts didn't bring you real sexual pleasure you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. After all you both knew that you loved it when he degraded you like this; you didn't know why, but he only had to call you his dumb slut and you were soaked.

"I won't do it again, Daemon, I swear it to you."

He leaned forwards so his mouth was brushing over your ear.

"No you won't. Because you don't like me assaulting this cute arse, do you?"

You shook your head and whimpered. "No."

"So you're gonna behave from now on. If not I'll be happy to give you another taste of what happens when you disobey me. When you're trifling with other men while I'm in the same fucking room. Do you know how you dishonoured me tonight?"

His hand painfully dug into your hips and you knew this would leave marks.

"I'm sorry," you cried out.

He straightened up again and watched his cock entering your arse over and over again. He parted his mouth and moaned in enjoyment. It wouldn't take him long until he reached his high for the second time tonight and he was ready to fill your little arse with his seed.

"You're a dumb whore only good for having your holes filled. That's all you're good for, little girl. I'll better keep that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock cause I can't bear the words coming out of it. You can be glad that I like your little cunt and those tits of yours so much because otherwise I would've grown tired of you."

You knew better than to truly believe his words because otherwise perhaps you would've started to cry. This was a version of Daemon that you didn't get on a daily basis but it was one that you deeply loved. When he treated you like a common whore. When he degraded you until you really felt like a cheap slut.

"You're a fucking mess, little one and lucky for you it's what I like."

He pumped himself deep inside of you and by now everything was a lot more comfortable to you and you even slightly moved your hips to meet his thrusts. It wasn't like you could ever release from it but you enjoyed it and especially liked to listen to his sounds.

And then he finally released with a deep growl. It truly was one of the most intense highs Daemon had ever experienced and he panted rapidly as he watched you with his foreahead furrowed. He was almost overwhelmed with this feeling and needed a few minutes until he sighed and softly slapped your arse.

"Fucking hells," he moaned and then slowly pulled out of your arse.

You sobbed, by now truly feeling so messy and dizzy that you didn't have one straight thought and then fell down on your stomach.

Daemon knew that he now had to take care of you; it was inevitable because the way you couldn't even hold yourself up on your hands and knees hinted at how fucked out you were but first he had to come down from his intense high so he deeply exhaled a few more times and then took his breeches from the ground and slipped into them so he was a little more covered.

Then he approached your lying figure and carefully ran his hand over your bare back. Your arse was reddened with where his hand had come down repeatedly and he just hoped that it hadn't been too much for you.

"Turn around, love," he spoke gently but he only received a whimper in response.

"Y/n. It's alright, let me see you."

Only very slowly did you shift your body until you were lying on your back, twitching when your sore arse met the bed. Your face was covered with traces of tears and remains of his seed and Daemon softly caressed your cheek.

"How are you feeling, sweetling?" he asked trying to sound friendly and letting you know that he wasn't angry with you anymore. But more tears spilled from your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you cried out and your lower lip was shaking while your face was drawn with desperation. "I-I w-was so b-bad. I shouldn't have s-spoken to h-him in the first p-place. I'm sorry, D-Daemon."

He sighed and took hold of your upper arms to pull you up. He carefully rested your head against his chest and felt your tears soaking his skin.

"Shhhh, love. It's alright," he whispered and his voice sounding so soft only contributed to your crying. "I'm not mad at you anymore. Everything is fine. You took my punishment so well, I'm proud of you."

You squinted your eyes. "But I'm sorry. I-It was so bad, I-I'm sorry."

"I know," he purred. "And I know you won't do it again."

You nodded swiftly and looked up to him. "I won't. I s-swear it to you."

He smiled lovingly and his face softened.

"You took your punishment so well, little one. And though I was angry at you in the beginning, I'm proud of you now. You did a mistake but I taught you a lesson and I know that you will keep it in mind. You can relax now, darling. I won't hurt you anymore."

You blinked a few times and pressed your face closer to his chest. "I love you, Daemon. Please…. I wanna…"

Though you didn't even know what you wanted to tell him he understood and wrapped his arms more tightly around your back.

"I love you too, sweet girl. It's alright. I'll be with you. Always. Just relax and later we'll clean you up. But right now, you can get some rest."

You closed your eyes, the warmth and softness of his body sending shivers down your spine and you felt your body easing up. It felt so good being held by him after he had been so harsh with you.

He was your Daemon again. Your husband who would never let anyone come near you and who would love and take care of you forever.

[goldenworldsabound]

Howdy! For the ask game: lilting voice for Clayman and intimate knowledge for Shiroe?

Thank you!!! I did intimate knowledge for Shiroe already so I'll do both for Clayman!

lilting voice ୧ ‧₊˚ how does their voice sound to u ? what does their laughter sound like to ur ears ? do their whispers sound like the most saccharine song of the nightingales ? is their tone as smooth and rich as velvet or is it scratchy, a little grating, but nonetheless charming in its own way ? is it possibly that they don’t have a voice at all ? if not, do their other ways of communication still captivate you ?

His voice is so fjdksahfkjs it's really nice it's very smooth and he speak very elegantly and I'm told he uses the more feminine forms in Japanese which I love for him. I could listen to him all day. He sounds as fancy as he is and that's that on that fdaksjhfksa ALSO we have Thought Communication so he speak directly into my brain which you can imagine does things to me fkdsajhfjkds

intimate knowledge ୧ ‧₊˚ what are some hidden features of ur fﾉo that not many people are privy to ? things like a secret birthmark, the fact that they are ambidextrous, the bump on their nose that is actually the result of breaking it as a child. do these small facts about them fascinate u ? do the stories behind them make u swoon for them even more, if possible ?

The thing this makes me think of is his mask! His family of course is familiar with it, but it links him to the Moderate Jesters and he's trying to appear distant from them as a Demon Lord for safety reasons for everyone, so he doesn't wear it much. But I super hc he wears it when he's alone and feeling a lot of strong emotions, positive or negative! It's a comfort item!!!

My rendering of his mask. I saw him go from wearing it all of the time (like the other jesters) to not at all because my SI has been around the entire time just about, so they know how significant it is to him. I also think it is just so...like...it looks really cute on him. He's very cute and handsome wearing it. I like seeing him in it. It's special!!!! He's usually really feeling himself when he's wearing it.

Additionally, I hc that he's a he/him demiboy. He doesn't have strong feelings about gender particularly, so it's just a small detail that he doesn't really share with people most of the time, but I know and it makes me love him even more, especially as it helps me feel like he gets my own gender fuckery a bit better than most people would, which is nice. In fact, of my f/os in general, I think he understands it the most, especially in modern AUs where I always make Kazalim/Kagali (his parents) very very genderfluid. Very important to me!!!

[romance-dawning]

Adoration, confession, and smitten for the valentines asks if they haven’t been done yet!

YEAHH These are so cute ty! I’m gonna do these for Sanji ):}

Adoration - How would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

Oh Sanji is the proudest fucking boyfriend/husband and is showing off all the time 🤭 I think he’d start with his regular antics and every now and then he’s asked about specifics and he gets all giddy and soft and goes into so many details. Talking about how beautiful and handsome I am and how he think’s I’m one of the kindest and sweetest people he knows and even a few comments about the little things like how much he loves my smile and my laugh and he ends up rambling with such a dopey smile on his face wahaha

Confession - How’s confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/os) thoughts about about how you were back then?

Oh it’s really funny actually I’ve had their confession in my head for such a long time but it took a while to figure out where I want to put it in the series of events! Specifically if I wanted to put it before or after timeskip and I came to the decision to have it kind of happen in both places! Before timeskip during Thriller Bark Ray tries to confess but cuts themself off because they didn’t want to make things awkward and they squarely thought Sanji wouldn’t reciprocate. Then the crew gets separated in the timeskip. Sanji and Ray spend a lot of time in their own thoughts thinking about one another and on Ray’s end that leads to them to seek out Koby and Helmeppo for training. It isn’t until the regroup that Sanji mentions it. He isn’t rude or belittling moreso genuinely curious what would make Ray feel that way and if they still do. And of course Ray does, how could they not?! His stupid smile and eyes and hair and everything has been on their mind what feels like forever now. Easy to say Sanji felt the same way and they end up getting together. They wanted to keep it to themselves until things calmed down but evidently they open the door to see all the Strawhats fall flat on their faces cause they were all eavesdropping wahah.

Smitten - Was it easy for people around you and your f/o to figure out you liked each other? Did they get involved in you getting together at all?

Oh yeah easily. Usopp, Nami, and Robin especially knew pretty quickly how much I/Ray was head over heals in love with Sanji. They teased about it sometimes but were never mean about it. Tiny things like if one of them was in the kitchen with Ray and Sanji they’d see themself out and make a joke or something wahaha. Nami, Robin, Franky, and Brook could also super easily tell Sanji reciprocated at least a little bit. Zoro also noticed something was up but lord knows he couldn’t tell what it was wahaha. They didn’t really have any play in the two getting together though afterwords their was definitely some lighthearted teasing and poking fun at PDA to be had wahah.

[owenstark]

llyannastark​:

lyanna wrinkled her nose at the mention of lord stone, she hadn’t heard much about him other than him lying about his position and how he was a bastard with no titles. it confused her that owen would bring him up in a comparison but she had swiftly forgotten that her older brother wasn’t the one for loving words, acting more like their father in that sense, where logic overpowered feelings of love. the princess could only hope to be like owen one day; stoic, using her brain more than her heart. “and i do appreciate you coming to visit me, dear brother. your presence was received lovingly, from me anyways. i struggled very much with the change.” and that’s all she would say on that topic, not wanting to worry owen with her pettiness of childhood. that had passed.

lyanna would be lying if she wasn’t stung by the truths owen told her, causing her to flinch slightly at his words but at least he gave her some reassurance that she was, in fact, still a stark whether or not the townsfolk will jest or hiss under their breath that she wasn’t true. as they entered the nursery, lyanna’s heart swelled with an abundance of love seeing her nephews and niece, clasping her hands in front of her with a loving coo of delight, her blue eyes taking in how wonderful the children were. watching her brother beam in pride over his son, lyanna matched his smile, a sense of longing and endearment on her face. “han er så smuk, han vil gøre en stærk konge.” he is so handsome, he will make a strong king. lyanna murmured, opening her arms to embrace the baby in her brother’s arms. “may i hold him?” lyanna only dreamed to be a mother, not seeing it happening any time soon since she seemed to chase most suitors away. “den næste generation af starks bliver hård, ligesom os.” the next generation of starks will be tough, just like us. owen had made such a life for himself; he had a beautiful wife, three beautiful children and he was the king in the north; lyanna could only beam in pride of her brother’s accomplishments. “you’ve done so well for yourself, owen, i am so happy for you growing your pack with such strong children.. you’re an amazing father, just like our own.”

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“Thank you, sister.” Owen smiled at her. He would try to find her a Northern husband if she wished to stay with them and if she preferred the south, he was sure she was the only sister worthy of being a bride in the south. She knew their ways, the Blackwoods may have been followers of the Old Gods but that didn’t make them Northmen. Their blood was of the Riverlands after so many years, and one would hope those who joined them now would be able to regain what made First Men of the North. He looked back at his children. Everything for them and anyone who got in the way of that would die.

“Let us hide away sister, children bring ease where little is found.”

[notttt-che]

God I thought I wouldn’t finish it :___:

The calendar is done!! You can grab it in my kofi account(I linked it in the previous post, or just search for chegovia!)

[pornesianparrapillo123]

Warnings : Explicit scenes , maybe PwP? , mention of Taehyung, quick fluff , foreplay , overstimulation ...

Note : I wrote this at first as in a Park Seojun OS :)

" ＭＹ ＮＥＩＧＨＢＯＲ "

"Oh lord" y/n was awaken by the sound of the new neighbor's car,  it is old .

She kept admiring him through the window , then she tought that it would be polite if she introduced Hersel to get to know him more.

Y/n hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst. Knowing her luck, the neighbor was a friend of her ^overprotective brother^ Taehyung – it looked like a handsome, attractive man with dark hair,  and no shirt to conceal a very masculine, very fit physique.

“Good morning,” he greeted. “Can I help you with something.”

“Um…I uh,” y/n stammered, suddenly feeling stupid for wearing such unflattering clothes.

“Are…you okay?” he asked her.

“Salt!” she said, her brain finally working again. “Uh…do you have any salt? I’m kind of out and…”

She kept stammering like a drunk prom date, which was saying something because she was used to being the one that made the opposite sex stammer. Namjoon, who must have been a very understanding prom date, just laughed and opened the door.

“Sure, I have salt,” he said. “Come on in.

“Uh…thanks,” said y/n. “I really appreciate it.

She laughed. He didn’t say anything particularly funny, but she still laughed. It felt good to laugh, though. She hadn’t been able to laugh much these past few years. Screwing up and making bad decisions had that effect on someone’s sense of humor. Who knew that being around a handsome man could heal it so quickly?

Trying to regain what little composure she had to begin with, she followed the handsome man into the room. Near as she could tell, he had just moved in. Everything was still messy. There were boxes, pictures, and pieces of furniture strewn everywhere. However, it didn’t strike her as the reckless kind of messy. It came off as a productive kind of mess, the kind that hinted at a man who had his shit together.

“You’ll have to forgive the mess,” the man said. “I just moved in yesterday and I’m still unpacking.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I’ve seen, lived, and made bigger messes than this,” she said.

“Wow. It sounds like you’ve had an interesting life, Miss…”

“y/n,” she said,

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’m not new to this county, this state, or this county, but I am new to this condo. It’s actually the first condo I’ve ever had…not to mention the first home of my own that I’ve ever had.”

“Damn, then this mess is deceptive,” she joked. “It sounds like you’ve got your shit together.”

“Trust me, I’m still behind the curve.”

She continued admiring his masculine physique as he handed her a cup of fresh coffee. In the process, her fingers touched his hands. She swore it warmed her up more than the coffee. She did what she could to hide it though, smiling awkwardly at him and trying not to hint at how much he’d brightened her morning.

Standing in the middle of the messy condo, y/n began sipping her coffee with him. She didn’t even mind that it had no cream or sugar. Namjoon seemed to prefer it black anyways. As such, she found herself wanting to align herself with his preferences.

Drinking the coffee helped keep the silence from getting too awkward. He kept admiring her features or to more specify *her morning features* then he totally broke the silence by announcing :

“What can I say? I have a good feeling about you.”

He moved in a little closer when he said those words, giving y/n a good whiff of his manly scent. He smelled like he hadn’t showered, but had a long night and worked up a hell of a sweat. It was the kind of musk that sent every womanly instinct into overdrive.

“If I kissed you right now with my morning breath…and maybe wanted a little more than that…would you stop me.”

The handsome man who’d welcomed her into his new home with coffee and hope grinned at her. She swore his smile lit up her broken soul like a Christmas tree. He must have been a morning person because he set his coffee mug aside and moved in closer, giving him a bigger taste of his manly presence.

“No. I wouldn’t stop you,” he said in a deep, manly tone. “In fact, I’d encourage you.”

“Good!” said y/n. “Because that’s exactly the encouragement I need right now.”

With more energy than she’d ever had this early in the morning, she threw her arms around Namjoon and captured his lips in a hard, messy kiss. His breath still smelled like coffee and toast. Hers probably smelled worse. She didn’t care and neither did he. Within seconds, their lips and tongues were entwined and eager.

From that kiss came more intimate touching. She eagerly explored his exposed upper body while he felt up her hips and waist. The fact he didn’t seem to mind her overly-casual attire only made him more attractive in her eyes.

They both broke the kiss , y/n smiled "thank you for the coffee and th the salt "

She exited his house and head to hers only to find her brother Taehyung half-asleep,  "Good morning !"

Isn't she not a morning person? Taehyung tought as he walked to the bathroom.

She was thinking about that kiss all day, as  her brother is still confused ...

until  night came  . It was time for fun, she put on her elegant blue dress and started dancing.

  Namjoon had been eyeing her all night through the window , watching the way she swirled her hips to the music that was blaring through the speakers in the living room. she looked so fucking delectable and he was just dying for a taste. so he figured tonight may as well be the night to act on it.

she saw him and giggled as her dancing slowed came to a halt, her hand reaching up to adjust the shirt strap of her matching pink set .

*Time skip *( it was the next morning)

As they kissed and touched, she found herself leading him to a couch covered in unopened boxes.

Along the way, she slid off her shirt and took off her pants, leaving her in a pair of cotton panties. He followed suit, stumbling a bit as he pulled down the loose-fitting pants he’d probably worn to bed last night. Together, they fell on the messy couch, laughing and kissing in a playful outburst of morning lust.

“Oh Namjoon …encourage me. Embolden me,” y/n said curtly.

“Yes, ma’am!” Namjoon said eagerly.

Like a man on a mission, he shoved aside some empty boxes to give them more room. Then, he swiftly removed her panties, leaving her fully nude on his couch. Showing the kind of drive she could only envy, he pushed her legs a part and went down on her, gorging on her pussy and filling her with blissful sensations that roused her more than all the coffee in the world.

“Mmm…so good!” she purred.

The man had been hungry for more than breakfast. He must have worked up quite an appetite because she noticed him taking off his boxers while eating her out, revealing a very appetizing endowment. Y/n had encountered men with a propensity for morning wood, but never like this.

“…ready to feel bolder?” he finally asked her after getting her pussy nice and wet.

“Hell yeah!” she answered without hesitation.

With burning intent, Namjoon shot up from the floor and got on top of her.

Y/n eagerly spread her legs, welcoming him onto the couch so that he was right on top of her. She even showed off a little flexibility, hitching her legs up over his shoulders so he could enter her with ease. Once in position, he delivered a single thrust and in an instant, her hot flesh parted and welcomed him into her domain.

“Oohhh !” y/n cried out.

From that blissful proclamation on, her world rocked. She felt his powerful grip on her hips as he delivered a steady succession of thrusts, working his rigid manhood within her depths. It was so smooth and seamless, as though her body had been waiting for something like this…a feeling to make her feel stronger, bolder, and more determined to rebuild her life. The fact it felt so fucking good was a nice bonus too.

As Namjoon made love to her, y/n passionately raked her nails along his back, feeling the manly sinews of his upper body. There was such strength in his flesh…a strength that had helped him rebuild his wreck of a life. Now, here he was, making love to her. Maybe some of that strength would be imparted to her.

Whether that happened or not remained to be seen. She’d just settle for great sex and a damn good orgasm. That ended up happening sooner than she’d expected. Together, they rocked his couch under the light of the morning sun, their naked bodies moving together in a harmonious union. His touch, his breath, and his sex sent her down a path of ecstasy, one that culminated in the most satisfying climax she’d had in a long time.

“Oohhh fuck!” she gasped. “I’m coming, . I’m going to…come!”

“Mmm…me too,” He moaned.

The pace of their sex accelerated. His hips moved faster and her body rocked harder. After a few, focused movements, he sent her over that special threshold that separated her from her blissful peak. When it happened, y/n clenched his shoulders, closed her eyes, and threw her head back in a cry of euphoria.

White hot pleasure soon followed, the orgasmic sensations rippling from head to toe. Along with that pleasure came a strength that she didn’t usually associate with sex, although she wouldn’t mind making such a connection.

As she enjoyed her pleasure, Namjoon got his. She couldn’t tell exactly when it happened. She just sensed it when his grip on her hips tightened, his grunts intensified, and his powerful manhood throbbed inside her, his pleasure echoing hers. Even while in her orgasmic daze, she took the time to admire the contentment in his eyes.

It was the look of a man who appreciated the struggle of rebuilding a broken life. In him, she saw someone who had walked the path she’d been trying to walk. In her, she hoped he saw someone who was eager to catch up.

As the orgasmic sensations settled, he lingered on top of her. Their bodies remained entwined in a naked heap, his hands still roaming her exposed flesh while she caressed his rugged complexion.

“Thank you, Namjoon ” y/n told him. “Thank you for encouraging me…for making me feel like I can rebuild my life. Oh, and thanks for yesterday's coffee!”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed, “and thank you for the morning sex. I think I’m going to like being your new neighbor.”

“Me too!”

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[thybirbman]

Peter Pettigrew

He's a bit neglected in his family. Whether they're genuinely abusive or have six other kids, leaving the middle child in the dust. Whatever the reason, Pettigrew is lonely and desperate for approval.

And then he gets a letter; Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. This, this is what he's been waiting for. Something, anything, to get people to look at him and not think street rat but a person.

Soon enough, he's on the Hogwarts express, heading to a magic school. A magic school where he will learn magic. And... and he's a little bit scared. What if people don't like him? What if everyone's better than him there? What if no one cares after all, and he gets pushed to the side yet again?

The carriage door opens, and in comes three other kids his age. They smile, introduce themselves, and maybe, just maybe, Peter will be fine.

Peter Pettigrew isn't an ugly boy, though neither could he be considered very handsome. Potential, you might say. But next to the long-haired bad boy Sirius Black, the golden boy jock James Potter, and nervous but nonetheless kind and pretty Remus Lupin? He looks lacklustre, to say the least.

And that's what their friendship is based on, unfortunately. How the three boys unintentionally, but oh so happily, outshine Peter in every way.

But while Peter may not be the most handsome, he isn't stupid. That's something that will shine the spotlight on him, right?

But Remus would have fit just as well in Ravenclaw as he does in Gryffindor with his love for studying. And Sirius might hate his family, but they are on the top of the food chain for a reason. And James' father created an entire fortune on his creations; who's to stop James from doing the same?

And so, Peter Pettigrew, a boy able to almost keep up with the smartest in his generation, is lesser. Almost, because he might have become an animagus at the age of a fucking kid, but so did they. So did they, and probably faster. He may be passing all his classes with the second-highest score, but they are always on the number one spot. He may be good, but they're always, will always, be better.

And so he remains the lackey. The follower and the slave. And he's okay with that because at least he has his friends. His friends, who don't care that he's a little less than them. His friends, who see that he is still more than everyone else, and they keep him around because not only is he useful, but they care, right?

James and Sirius become Aurors. Peter doesn't, having just barely failed the requirement for an O in potions.

Remus helps the rebellion. Peter doesn't, with no connections or advantages to help, to add. Nothing that isn't already there.

Because the Order is made up of the best of the best. The Os of the Os.

Peter is not that. Petter is only the best and no more. Always so close, only to just barely fail. Always so impressive, only to be outshone by the perfection he unintentionally sits next to.

And Peter is not jealous. He isn't, really! Yes, he wishes they would look at him and say, "Good job!" Look at him and tell him, "You are helping. That's more than enough." Look at him and say, "You are enough."

They don't, and that's okay.

And he wants you to know that he does not resent them. That what they did is not the reason for what he does.

He is not angry when he kneels.

He is not revengeful when he tells their secrets.

He is not resentful when he gets the praise he has so desperately wanted all his life.

There are many things he is not when the reality of everything crashes down on him.

Not angry, not revengeful, not resentful.

Not jealous, for who could be jealous of the dead?

(The regretful. The regretful and lonely. The ones who are wrong but realise it far too late.)

There are many things he is not. But he is happy. For his place, his lord, his life. For being in the right.

(He hopes that he never believes the lies he tells himself. He hopes that he does and doesn't.

He hopes he doesn't lose himself because who is he then?

He hopes he loses himself because who is he now?)

Peter Pettigrew serves his lord with utter faith and admiration. With loyalty that shines so bright, nothing can outshine it.

(Peter Pettigrew dies at twenty-one. He died along with the friend he killed and his wife. He died with the friend he imprisoned and the one who got left behind.

Peter Pettigrew died far too young, and what is left of him lives on.

Peter Pettigrew turns twenty-two, and no one, not even he, notices his brutal and merciless death.)

[mariposalass]

A Moment into Forever

Summary: A friend and an adopted brother join hands in marriage in early July, and Mari couldn’t be any prouder of the two.

Notes: It’s the Love Beyond Magic wedding, and you’re invited to read this story along. Here’s a quick reference masterlist related to the wedding event: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Also, huge shout outs to @husband-of-lucoa, @moonkiss-kid, @jenny-snoopers-world, @jaklovemail, @self-shipping-angel, and theselfshippingwitch (I can’t seem to tag you properly for some time) and their f/os for the guest cameos in this story.

Setting: Zellerbach Garden of Perennials at the San Francisco Botanical Gardens in San Francisco, California and Mari and co.’s house in Daly City, California; July 7, 2019

Tags: crossovers, Love Beyond Magic, self shipping, fluff, wedding, guest cameos, few mentions of character death

Morning arrives at the Tan residence one July Sunday, there is so much activity to get the last minute things done: from setting up the backyard for the reception to getting some of the food cooked to the bridal party needing to get ready for the big day. The ladies (Issa the bride and bridesmaids Mari, Kairi, Hermione, and Issa’s old friend Mona Roque) had their makeup and hair done by some friends led by Michiru Kaio in the master bedroom on the ground floor while the guys (Harry the groom and the groomsmen Ahkmenrah, Kirby, Ron, and Issa’s old friend Samuel Hidalgo) got ready inside in what will be Harry’s former room with Kirby on the second floor (the couple would move into the master bedroom after their brief mini-honeymoon out of town). There are exchanges of encouragement and stories and a bit of shenanigans here & there, but it went all smoothly.

After everyone got ready and got dressed, Mari and Kairi escorted Issa out to the porch at the now mostly decorated backyard of the house for the first look and bridal party photo shoot. The girls, the bride wearing an ivory spaghetti strap blouse, a long blush tulle skirt, and black chunky heels, whereas the two bridesmaids (along with Mona and Hermione) are dressed in embroidered blush dresses, chatted for a bit about what is going to happen. Her hands are tightening their grip onto her pink and white floral bouquet out of nervousness, although her face didn’t show that much at all with her trying to remain calm before the first look and bridal party shoots.

“So, today is finally here,” Mari spoke up first, “The day you two are getting married.”

“Absolutely, sis,” Kairi smiled before turning her attention to Issa, “Harry is so going to be floored once he gets down here to see you. I mean, we managed to hide your outfit for a couple of weeks without him catching onto it yet. He’s usually the one who couldn’t his nose away from any secretive stuff.”

“Gee, thanks guys, we all need it,” the slightly nervous bride thanked her soon-to-be sisters in law, “Come to think of it though: I’m just as surprised as you two that we hid it so well, he didn’t even bother to ask us.”

“Not a problem,” Mari noted, “I guess we did it so well indeed.”

“I can’t wait to see his reactions to you in a top and skirt rather than a dress,” Kairi giggled at the thought of her older adopted brother having dropped jaws upon seeing his future wife in a different outfit than he had imagined from the white lies they have given onto him for the last couple of weeks.

“Well, dream harder, Kairi,” Issa rolled her eyes a bit with a shrug, “I’m placing bets that he’s going to wear his eyeglasses all day long and forgetting to fix his hair for today.”

“Quick, everyone, the groom’s coming!!!” Mona’s panicky voice soon alerted everyone that Harry’s about to go to the backyard porch, sending everyone to hide from his line of sight.

“We need to go before he catches us,” Mari told Issa as she and Kairi went back inside to the master bedroom.

“Or else,” Kairi chimed in.

“Okay, girls, just don’t heckle at him on your way out,” she reminded them in advance.

Both girls nodded as they went back inside, leaving Issa alone to have some peace and quiet before he shows up. Good Lord, it’s been nearly a decade when they first met? Nearly a decade of dating has come by and it was so surreal to think that it would lead to this moment.

The memories were coming back to her in flashbacks in a film: the first awkward meeting, Harry’s major heartbreak from breaking up with Ginny and disowning his canon realm, the first awkward date, bonding over their hatred for tight enclosed spaces, the upset that she has to go college and get a job at the newspaper company they work for ahead of him, countless times of flirting with each other, a couple of times they would argue and yet make it up afterwards, the multiple dates and trips together, the many sleepless nights working on articles and races against the deadlines, that little engagement surprise at Ron and Hermione’s wedding a few months back. It must have taken a few minutes to go over them, but it felt like an eternity for her.

Just as memory lane keeps running in her mind, a familiar English male voice soon woke her up from its trance, “Hey, I thought about of dropping by before the whole thing starts. Just to, you know, not to get so tense about the day ahead of time.” Issa turned around and she was quite happy to see that he was there: the man she’s going to tie the knot with, the brother of two of her dearest friends. Harry James Potter looks absolutely dashing on today: his bangs have slicked back with gel, he managed to sneak in contact lenses (again, but he’s getting better at wearing them in a near daily basis nowadays), the scar has been partially concealed with a little bit of concealer, and this is so un-Harry-like as if the guy was trying too hard to look good for her. But still handsome nonetheless.

And like the rest of the guys who’s not Kirby, he’s wearing an ivory white dress shirt, gray dress pants, and brown shoes, finished with a layered owl feather and gold-tone wiring buttonhole. Unlike the rest of guys though, he does have a suit jacket on that matches the pants in color & fabric where the buttonhole is attached onto and a blush tie that compliments her skirt.

She was totally floored by the whole look he has pulled off, and she couldn’t help but to blush hard behind her hand. Harry, on the other hand, was stunned by how lovely Issa is as well: to be honest, he was expecting her to wear something more white and in a form of a dress if you asked him beforehand, but the top and skirt combo is quite a welcoming refresher from the amount of white dresses he has seen on brides in many of the weddings he, Issa, Mari, Kairi, and, yes, even Kirby have went to in recent years.

Her hair has been styled into a messy bun with braids, the makeup was done well for even amateur standards (thanks in part of Michiru’s clever skilled hand), he could even sworn that he could sniff some of the perfume she usually has on, but beyond that, it probably has to do with the sweet elegant aura and grace she always gives off that makes her unorthodox bridal outfit more stunning in his eyes in a good way.

“I see that you decided not to give up on the old locket for the big day as well,” he admitted to her when he noticed that the silver heart locket necklace she usually wears being a stand out from the other pieces of jewelry that are in gold before solemnly pondering on the significance, “Perhaps your cousin would’ve love to be here to see this day happening if she was still here on Earth.”

“Yeah, I wish Serena was here to see us getting married,” she smiled back while holding back the tears with the mention of her late beloved cousin bringing back old memories before bringing up another thing near and dear to his heart, “She was unfortunately ill for most of her life, I afraid. I guess the same can be said for Uncle Sirius and your parents if they weren’t, you know, killed off too soon, right?”

“Same, same,” he agreed as he too tried not to shed so much tears before the ceremony could even begin.

As the two were finishing up on the remembering the dead, they soon got distracted when they overheard giggling and cheering from their friends and family: including the bride’s parents and relatives coming in from the Philippines and the entire fam bunch & circle of friends with a co-worker of theirs taking the pictures as discreetly as possible. Issa’s dear old best friend Jenny and her feline detective husband Snooper are also present along with their respective families and with some new family members, including a pair of genius tech prodigy brothers and a friendly bear & his bird lady friend.

What surprised the groom the most was that some of the people he knew did actually travel from the UK to Daly City via San Francisco. He was surely expecting that many from his neck of the woods not to come besides Ron & Hermione who arrived a few weeks ago to help out in the last stages of planning and Sayeko, Levi, Erwin, Mike, Zoe, and Levi’s father Roland who had agreed to come to the event, even especially with Ginny understandably choosing not to go not as to rub things between them on the wrong way, but seeing Remus, Tonks, and Teddy being at the house before heading for the ceremony is more than welcome. The last living Marauder gave Harry a warm hug, Tonks kindly gave him a few words, and Teddy happily proclaimed to everyone present that Issa will become his godmother upon marrying his godfather, which actually everyone giggling and laughing at the coincidence.

And the most surprising of them all was that his biological cousin Dudley Dursley of all people arrived from his current place at Manchester, England to California out from Mari’s invitation and Luna was there as well. He’s well aware that he and Dudley have made amends and still sending correspondence over mail and calls & that these two are dating each other for some time, but the fact that both of them are here in one sitting has flooded him with gratitude that he hugged Mari tightly out of happiness Dudley even admitted he was worried about coming to the wedding in the first place out of fear, but Harry does appreciate the effort he and Luna made to come over nevertheless.

After the bridal party and family pictures have been taken at the backyard, everyone headed out to the San Francisco Botanical Gardens and into its Zellerbach Garden of Perennials for the ceremony. The garden within a city park is already filled with a diversity array of plants and flowers from around the world that wasn’t necessary to decorate the whole place like crazy (and also to comply with state & city forests and parks rules), but there’s a small ceremony table under the gazebo shade and a God’s Knot set with three differently colored ropes hanging onto a small ring which in turn is hanging onto a wooden peg. There’s also a park ranger on hand as accordance to the rules. Because both fathers on both sides have leg injuries, both sets of parents choose to sit down before the ceremony begins.

After some moments of quiet talk and waiting, the ceremony begins: the first one to walk down to the gazebo was the Doctor, dressed in black & white and carrying what appears to be a rolled up scroll of psychic paper, then next came Harry trying to not worry so much as he headed for the gazebo on his own, the first 3 sets of groomsmen and bridesmaids went down in pairs (Ron & Hermione, Mona & Sam, and Kairi & Ahk) went next with the ladies carrying black lanterns in lieu of flowers, and Mari soon arrived, a black lantern on one hand and a wagon carrying Kirby on the other, walking down towards the gazebo while Kirby waves and squeaks out ‘Hi!’ at people as he guards the wedding bands inside a small box.

 As Mari walked, she could see a couple of guests smiling back at her: Dylan, Palutena, and Lucoa are there with their ever-growing clan of children (the threesome waved at her when they caught her attention), Oaklyn is also present alongside Jade (who’s trying not to visibly tear up too soon) on the right side next to the grass ‘aisle’, Sayeko and Levi are not too far behind along with Erwin, Mike, & Hanji and Roland is also present, not wanting missing his late friends’ child’s big day, Jords is also present with Tess, giving her two thumbs up, Snooper and Jenny, together with their respective families, are on the left side of aisle, giving her a friendly wave, then there’s Violet and her fiance Jonah Heston, both of them gave her a warm encouraging smile.

Once the bridal party settled down on their seats and people’s talks began to quiet down for a few minutes, Issa comes out of the entrance of the garden, bouquet in her hands and wide grin on her face. Everyone watched on as she went down the aisle on her own and approached the gazebo where the ceremony is about to start. When she got near to it, Harry decided to go down the steps to meet up with her; both of them then got the other’s hand and went up the gazebo before facing the Doctor who is already prepared for this very day.

The whole ceremony begins as the Doctor unfurls the scroll of psychic paper (but it was actual written words on it unlike its predecessors, he must have modified it for this day) and begins to talk to the crowd present, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the garden heart of the City by the Bay to witness the marriage between these two young persons...” He then turned to speak to the couple and spoke, “Harry, Issa. The fact that we’re all here with you today as you make a commitment and start a new chapter in your ever-growing love story and it has formed an intersection in all our lives and it wouldn’t been made possible if your souls haven’t met nearly a decade ago.”

The Doctor continued on his talk for a bit, asking for remembering the loved ones no longer present, daring people if they don’t want the marriage to happen (no one actually did), and then he asked Mari to do a reading of a poem they had picked before he picked up where he last left off, “A marriage is a voluntary and full commitment, made from the deepest sense to the exclusion of others and entered into the hope and desire to last for a lifetime and beyond that. Before you can declare your vows to each other, I would ask you two that you confirm that you’re intending to marry each other today. Now face each other and join hands?”

Both man and woman turn to face each other and join their hands as the Doctor began to ask Issa first some important questions, “Issa, do you come here freely and with no reservations to give yourself to Harry in marriage? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only onto him forevermore?” She bravely and calmly answered back, “I do, Doctor.” He then turned to Harry asking the same thing, “Harry, do you come here freely and with no reservations to give yourself to Issa in marriage? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only onto her forevermore?” He also reply the same way she did earlier, “I do, Doctor.”

The Time Lord asked for Kirby to bring up the wedding rings and the little puffball dashed in, holding a small wooden box towards the Doctor and offering it to him. Kirby squeaked ‘Poyo, poyo,’ as the Doctor gives him a cheeky little smile and picks up the box from his stubby little arms. Opening up the box reveals two gold rings: one was a thin ring with a curvy v-shape central arc studded with diamonds, the other was a sleek number with an elevated satin brush finish and polished bevel edges. The rings were then blessed by family, friends, & guests present before the Doctor picked them up & gave a ring each to Harry & Issa and the rings are exchanged among the couple themselves.

The Doctor then starts the next part of the ceremony: The God’s Knot unity ceremony. Harry takes the ring of rope strands from the peg on the wood board and holds onto it as Issa braids the three strands together while the Doctor goes on explaining their significance & symbolism. Once the bride was done braiding the strands with a knot, they went to sign off the all paperwork and the Doctor proceeded into making a quick charge to the couple before finally concluding the event by saying, “Alright then, by the powers vested onto me by the powers that be and the cities of San Francisco & Daly, I can finally declare you two as husband and wife. Harry, you can now...”

He wasn’t even done finishing his sentence when he saw the two finally kissing as a married couple, this quick smack of lips from the now married couple actually gave him a good chuckle, the three of them knew that people are getting impatient to get to the reception by this time. Finally, the ceremony was done and everyone present cheered on as the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Potter get out of the garden to have some alone time and soak in the moment.

The backyard has decked out for the dinner reception: not too fancy, but still sincere and sweet as the couple didn’t want all the silly trappings of a normal wedding in their own. Tables were spread out with the dance floor right on the middle and a lounge area besides it, a makeshift photo booth made by Kairi and Karina is also in place with a ton of props and accessories to choose from, the dinner buffet table and drinks station were stationed on the porch for easier access, and some games are available for guests to play with. Dylan’s butler Edgar and Belle’s neighbor Mrs. Potts oversee the catering service with the food and drinks made by a couple of the guests and wedding party members who offered to help in.

As everyone settles in for the party, lights began to light up as the sky enters into the dark night and, since all tables are positioned for everyone to get a good view of the dance floor, guests couldn’t help but to gush and admire the newly wedded couple dancing to Ne-Yo’s Miss Independence. After the first dance, those wanting to dance the night away are more than welcomed to the dance floor and many surely did like the soon-to-be-wedded Hestons, Oak & Jade, Jords & Tess, and Dylan & his goddess wives. Some of the guests who weren’t into dancing still have a fun time playing games, chatting to other guests, have a great dinner, and taking a ton of photos at the photo booth. Some of the bridal party also chatted with some of the guests. Even Kirby enjoyed himself doing his famous Kirby dance in one segment with two other copies of himself as backup dancers, which got everyone going aww and admiring the adorable puffballs’ dancing.

Now by this point, people were expecting a bouquet toss from the bride anytime soon, but for many single Filipinas, this was a major nightmare: being asked to catch a bouquet is like the kiss of death and they won’t have any of this bouquet toss nonsense, not even Issa’s remaining female cousin Nicola was looking forward to it. But unexpectedly, the bride already made her decision: instead of making all the single ladies to catch her bouquet, she called in Mari to the dance floor and gave her bouquet to her instead. This random act of kindness did flustered Mari by a ton, and it touched her so much, considering she WAS the one who got her best friend and her adopted big brother together in the first place.

After a long flustered speech and being socially awkward to a fault, the assistant librarian went back to her seat and was greeted by Philip who was sitting next to her even before the bouquet honor. He looks rather impressed by her talk despite being understandably nervous in front of the public.

“You did well over there,” he kindly praised her speech conviction as she settled down back to her seat.

“Gee, thanks,… Pip,” she blushed in between words.

“Don’t feel too flustered, my dear: everyone here thought it was really good,” Philip replied back before he soon realized that she was able to say his usual nickname, “By Jove, Mari. You managed to muster the courage to use my nickname without fear.”

“Uh… I actually did?” Mari’s eyes widened up in shock.

“Oh yes absolutely. But I’m not mad at you for saying it, I’m actually quite flattered,” he smiled back before he continued a little bit, “Oh, I think I might have something for you ahead of your birthday as well.”

“Yeah, what is it?” she was getting a little confused of his last sentence before her lips were greeted by his in contact; the reaction was of shock, joy, and feeling rather amused.

“Whoa, what was that for?” Mari gasped with her right hand cupping her mouth in surprise, her face turning red in disbelief.

“Now that, Mari, happens to be a kiss,” he cheekily winked back at her.

Unbelievable, her first kiss in Harry and Issa’s wedding. The feeling didn’t sink in her mind yet and she has not that many words to describe this beyond she found it quite estatic. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Philip, or Pip, or whatever you want to call him as, until Uncle Gru informs everyone that it’s time for the bubble send off and everyone grabs their bubble tubes and circles the couple around as they head off to their mini-honeymoon (the big one will have to wait for later) out of town. After a quick countdown, all the guests start blowing bubbles at Harry and Issa while they walked out of the house and into the car for the trip.

With that one chapter finally recorded in her mind, Mari couldn’t help but to feel happy for both of them so much, knowing that they will have many great years ahead of them and their future no matter what the past and fate told them otherwise. And there is another thing that is also crystal clear: her future with Philip is also looking rather just as bright as the backyard string lights and lanterns that lit up the sky that night…

The End

[cognoscente]

😳   :   confess your muse’s love to my muse.

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !  

@soltsar // not accepting!

         PALE FINGERS BRUSHED his velvet raven locks of hair away from his forehead, smoothing any untamed strands before he placed the elegant metallic mask over his features. It only covered the area around his eyes, its shape echoing remnants of a swan or a clever fox, with its white silk ribbons swiftly being tied securely at the back of his head. Just for the occasion he had denounced his sworn black attire and kefta, settling for an imperial ravka white uniform and everything it entailed. The whole purpose of this evening was to GIFT Alina a small escape out of the Little Palace and all the Grisha seeking their attention, and Aleksander found his opportunity in a masquerade ball of a high lord in Os Atla.  And what would be the best disguise for the Darkling himself if he did not dress in black, a colour so deeply associated with his very existence? Although he felt uncomfortable in this new shade, his presence could only demand attention and ADMIRATION from anyone that laid eyes on him, as if something deep in his bones magnetised everyone around him insatiably. His bare hand found shelter on her own once their carriage began to approach the lord’s estate, a famished sensation awaking inside him at the tingling of her power flowing inside him as he lured it out, strengthening it as it now empowered him as well. He could tell she was growing ADDICTED to his touch, seeking out the feeling of his skin at every possible chance, as everyone else before her. Yet he could not say he was displeased when he wanted Alina eternally bound to him in the frist place.

            He descended the carriage first, helping her out with their hands still locked in a secured grasp before she guided her arm to hook at the curve of his elbow. He caught sight of one of his guards disguised as another guest signalling to him it was safe to enter and with a reassuring grin Aleksander lead the way inside, slipping a pair of white gloves on his hands ( much to her displeasure ).  They were announced under a fake name, supposedly being a far-away nobility located near the southern borders and no one paid much attention to the foreign name, being far more occupied to their own pleasures. Although he was the Darkling no more, just for a single night, he attracted every gaze in the room from men and women alike. His eyes were sharp and agile as he noted the very flow of power inside the ballroom, watching when men of importance were supposedly sharing a drink. Another nod then followed towards a man leaning against the balcony door, giving a silent order that their host’s rooms were to be searched for any treacherous sign of correspondence while Akesander kept an eye on him.    “ What are you thinking?   ”     Her voice, sweet and fragile, reached him through the music and the male could only smile as he guided he further inside the ballroom, his arm slipping around the curve of her waist.    “   How ravishing you look tonight, Alina.  ”   Easy fell the lie from his lips as he came to a halt near the centre of the room, his right hand reaching up to take a gentle hold of her own before bringing to his lips. The kiss sent a tingling wave of delight down his spine which only meant the effect would be stronger on her, and this small sample of body contact seemed to satiate her for now.

            The arm around her waist pulled her closer against his body as he began to lead her through the next waltz, feeling her sheer sentiment of surprise through their newly forming bond.     “  You thought I could not dance? Oh Alina, there are so many things you have yet to learn about me.  ”     Dangerously many.  A small kiss was pressed behind her ear then as he breathed in her scent which reawakened his longing and desire for her. His mind drifted back to the night of the fete and how smooth her thigh felt under his grasp, how her lips tasted of FIRE AND SIN. The same weakness threatened to consume him, his want of her, his need to ravish her whole. Did she feel the same? Was this the reason why her confession was murmured to his ear as if she was seeking ABSOLUTION from her own sinful thoughts? A shudder run though his body at the very notion, yet how many before her had supposedly fallen in love with the beautiful exterior? The handsome features, the hypnotic stormy eyes, the mysterious aura. But none of them could say they truly loved the beast trapped within, his monstrous ambition and his cursed fate. Alina could only be like the rest of them, infatuated with the Darkling and intoxicated by his power.   ‘It is the amplifier in me she loves, the power in my bones’, he reminded himself solemnly as he smiled for her pleasure, quartz gray eyes glimmering beneath the elegant mask.    “   I have been waiting for you to say this, Alina,   ”    he admitted, and this much was truthful for indeed he wished for the girl to be enamoured with him. Gloved fingers caressed the small back of her back as he leaned down enough to capture her lips to a kiss, never losing the tempo of the waltz and giving her the taste of the amplifier she so desperately craved for.

[kimmysfandomblog]

Hajimeme and Kaito? :^)

Hajime

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Look, there is no other answer for this XD Hajime initially looks plain, and in a way that looks only at how he looks like, he is. Short brown hair is common, and his design is rather plain,especially in comparison to all of the others who were Ultimate students. The only thing that made him look different was his ahoge (lol) and his pretty greenish yellowish eyes!

However

He's so cute TTvTT

Now okay, a HUGE part of it is that, for whatever reason, physical appearance does little for me comoared to actual personality. Hinata... god Hinata has such an appealing personality! He isn't sacharine sweet and always good, or at least appears that way, like Naegi. He isn't always shy and never really standing up for himself like Saihara. Yes, I know there is WAY more to those characters, but this is based on the overall character feel.

Hinata feels real. While what he does because of his beliefs and emotions of that time is probably more extreme than what the average person would do, those feelings that brought him to that decision were relatable. When you want to believe you are better, and outwardly say so, but inside you're tearing yourself apart in insecurity... that's relatable.

And it wasn't just his character development, but his actions. While he draws a line of where he is unwilling to cross for his friends, he will still do what he can to help them. He will sass them, tease them, inwardly insults them, even, but he cares so much for his friends. That's what a lot of friendships are like, really XD

He's really sweet without it feeling fake, and he finds a way to not only move on from his own Despair, but help his friends move on from theirs. He's a leader with insecurities, and he is mostly capable of leadong the trials, with a few nudges here and there when needed. He makes stupid mistakes, some less serious than others, and he rises from them through his own power.

Oh man, I could gush on and on about why I fond Hajime so attractive XD It's a pretty much known fact that I do, though XD

Kaito

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Alright, so like Komaeda, this is weird XD

Kaito and Himiko are always at the top of my favorite characters list for V3... it is honestly hard for me tonchoose between them because while Himiko is the character type I always wanted (a girl magician/mage whonis smol and cute and sleepy!), her story and development in V3 was just.... not as solid as it really could have been. Whereas with Kaito, I absolutely did not know what to make of him other than he was either loved or hated by the community (ranked fairly low in those initial polls too), but then I played the game and fell in love with his character XD he had pretty good development considering jow horrible character development could be in V3 (though I give the game points for actually trying to give every character development and relevance in the story).

However, while his face is pretty handsome and his hair is cool, and I do like the star/galaxy print on the inside of his coat.... his uniform overall is kinda ugly XD

The main thing I like about Kaito is that he's a lot more complex than in first view. He was raised by his grandparents, and as a result says some pretty stupid stuff, maybe outdated as well. He is kind of an idiot, but I stand by the belief he knows more than he lets on. The reason he sticks close to Shuichi as opposed to Hoshi seems to be vecause he had Shuichi's motive video. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it for Shuichi to let go of his anxiety. While people jate that he takes all of Shuichi's credit, they fail to understand why he does it: Shuichi doesn't want to be the one who holds responsibility if things go wrong. Shuichi os even thankful for it, even if it is coming off egotistical lol. If Kaito wanted to steal Shuichi's glory, why wouldn't he have tried to do the same for Kaede? When she was berated by half the class after failing to get them through the false exit, he encouraged her instead of taking over, because that is what she needed, a way of knowing that even if she hurt her classmates that way, she was only doing what she thought was right and it was a mistake rather than an intention to harm.

I do think V3's writing is clunky in the failure to make things more clear, and especially refraining from possibly rubbing people the wrong way, and Kaito is one of those characters that people might really hate for the misogynistic things he says and being insensitive, but if he was written where it was clear that someone pointing out hiw wrong he was would make him change then I doubt we'd be having so much discourse.

Kaito is that "idiot hero" type that inspires people to do better, but by doing so feels the need to hide what bugs him. These idiot hero types are such soft spots for me XD My first fancrush was on a character like that, who realizes as the game progresses how his version of what a hero was had been wrong. Kaito gets that all at once near the end, and due to not knowing how to handle it (I am sure it was a lot of shame at himself for what could have happened), he shuts Shuichi out until there is not time. He comes back, springing back up with promises of working together again.

This is a very messy response, sorry XD what I am trying to say is that Kaito shows a willingness to change, and that shows such a strength in character when you admit to yourself you did wrong and try to rectify it.

Now as for if I find him attractive... I can't say that I do, but it's because I ship him so hard with Shuichi XD I am pretty sure lol. The way he smiles and says Shuchi's name? Ooooof, what a guy!! 💖💖 While I do ship him with Kaede a bit, it is his relationship with Shuichi that attracts me to him! And though he comes off egotistical, he really does mean well and wants the best for his friends.

Such a wish is hard to grant ^^;

(I guess the one thing we learned is that kindness for others is very much a turn on for me, huh? XD)

[hufflepxffs]

JIHAN!!!!!

 TRULY MY LORD AND SAVIOR OKAY

Who said “I love you” first:

Essa é uma trick question porque eu acho que vai ser surpresa até pra gente hsiahsiahs eles vão passar de um tipo de relação pra outra e já vão se amar tanto quando começarem a se relacionar romanticamente que eu realmente não sei quem vai falar no sentido romântico primeiro. Mas eu vou dizer que eu acho que em geral provavelmente vai ser o Jihoon e eu acho que ele vai falar mais vezes também. Eu imagino o Yohan estar fazendo algo muito normal tipo vendo tv ou algo and will just hit him? and he’ll be like “god i love you so much”. Eu imagino eles tendo muito momentos assim. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

Eu acho que os dois teriam mas nenhuma foto fofinha. Eles provavelmente iriam tirar foto quando o outro não estivesse preparado e acabar usando. Provavelmente iam transformar em uma guerrinha de quem consegue tirar a pior foto

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Nenhum? Eu não vejo nenhum dos dois deixando nada escrito no espelho MAS o Jihoon deixaria vários post its espalhados pela casa tipo “compre mais disso” “não deixe suas roupas aqui dumbass”. 90% de chance de ser porque ele comprou post it bonitinhos e quer usar. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Jihoon. Okay my boy? A hopeless romantic. Yohan pode esperar por braceletes combinando and shit like that quando eles estiverem juntos. 

Who initiated the first kiss:

Yohan? Eu posso muito imaginar eles confessando e o Jihoon ficando nervoso e falando sem parar até um ponto que ele nem sabe o que tá falando mais? E o Yohan beijando ele só pra fazer ele calar a boca?

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

Yohan. Jihoon não é do tipo de ter muita energia ou se muito feliz na manhã, então little kisses is the way to go if you don’t want a grumpy ass hoon in the morning. 

Who starts tickle fights:

OBVIAMENTE O JIHOON. Essa precisa nem pensar no assunto ou de explicação. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Eu sinto que o Yohan faria e ele provavelmente usaria uma desculpa tipo “Mas temos que economizar água” 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Eu acho que os dois fariam isso. Se tem uma coisa que esses meninos sabem é como cuidar um do outro. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

Nenhum dos dois. Eles se conhecem a vida toda, sabem tanto um sobre o outro quanto sabem sobre si mesmo. Eles ficariam nervosos na hora de confessarem, mas a partir do momento que eles perceberem que estão na mesma página e que os sentimentos são correspondidos não vejo nenhum dos dois ficando nervoso. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Yohan. Mas o Jihoon sempre pede pra ele retirar a aranha e não matar… e se possível só soltar ela no próximo quarteirão. Obrigada.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

JIHOON!“You see that handsome boy out there? HE’S MY BOYFRIEND YOU SUCKERS!”“Jihoon if you don’t get down of this table right now you won’t have a boyfriend anymore”

[october31st1981]

Send Nude Pics of Your Heart to Me

James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

Sirius Black to Babe: u know it’s extremely rude to fuck in the house while ur babysitter is downstairs watching ur kid

James Potter to Hot Stuff: i don’t pay u to complain 

Sirius Black: u are literally not paying me

Sirius Black: i am doing this out of love for this little banshee

James Potter: we made u godfather. and u can have dibs if i knock lily up 2nite

Sirius Black: fine but at least play some music or smth christ what are u doing to her?????

Lily Potter to The Other Woman: Quit texting James while we’re fucking 

Lily Potter: Tho he is surprisingly good at multitasking 

Sirius Black to Sugar Tits: only if u make him call u daddy 

Lily Potter: Deal

James Potter to James Has A Daddy Kink: lupin will you look after harry next weekend? sirius is permanently banned from babysitting

Sirius Black: Still godfather m8

James Potter: not anymore remus is godfather now

Peter Pettigrew: am i not on the list??

James Potter: you will get on the list once u stop screaming every time he poos

Peter Pettigrew: fair enough 

Remus Lupin: Can I be godfather when Harry’s like ten? Babies are terrifying

Sirius Black: i will not stand for this betrayal 

Sirius Black changed the chat name to James Wanked To McGonagall For All Of Year 9.

Peter Pettigrew: pretty sure it was longer than year 9 👀👀👀👀

James Potter: it’s not embarrassing if ur not ashamed

Remus Lupin: If you’re gonna text me at work at least leave my colleagues’ names out of the group chat 

Peter Pettigrew: should u b texting while ur teaching?

Remus Lupin: The kids are using their phones to film for a presentation it’s fine probably

Sirius Black: see potter? he’s already showing he’s bad w/ kids he’s gonna let harry on the internet unsupervised

James Potter: harry is 1

Sirius Black: ur never too young 2 start developing abandonment issues 

Remus Lupin changed the chat name to Sirius Wanked to Yugioh in Sixth Form.

Sirius Black: listen here u little shit

James Potter to Ginger Spice: lily look!!!

Lily Potter to Daddy’s Girl: U have sent me 12 pictures of Harry dressed as a penguin in the past 2 minutes

Lily Potter: (((And I have loved every single 1 of them our baby is the cutest?!?!)))

James Potter: i fucking know right

James Potter: legitimately he’s better than other babies

Lily Potter: Our baby could take the Longbottoms baby in a fight

James Potter: our baby could take DUMBLEDORE in a fight

Lily Potter: I mean ur right but

Lily Potter: In what situation would our son be fighting the headmaster of our secondary school

James Potter: idk but he’d fuckin wreck him have u seen how hard he pulls on hair he’d rip that beard right the fuck off

Lily Potter: Tru

Remus Lupin to Jimbo: How did you get i’m a furry to autocorrect to i’m a furry

Remus Lupin: DAMN IT I MEAN I’M A FURRY

James Potter to Dances with Wolves: we’ve all known for a long time remus i’m not here to judge u

Remus Lupin: I’M NOT A FURRY

Remus Lupin: I’M A FURRY

James Potter: u seem to be experiencing some conflicting emotions

Remus Lupin: I’m trying to say I’M S I C K

James Potter: of hiding ur true nature as a furry? we’re sick of ur denial as well mate

Remus Lupin: You are officially disowned 

James Potter: ur not my real dad 

Peter Pettigrew to Remus is a Furry: so are u like a brony or do u dress up as a wolf and sniff people? 

James Potter: the 2nd one definitely 

Sirius Black: idk man i think i saw him eyeing one of harry’s picture books the other day

Sirius Black: does red riding hood get u going

Petter Pettigrew: lmao

Remus Lupin: Potter I’m gonna murder you

James Potter: just try it my son will avenge me 

Sirius Black: oooooo he’s got u remus what r u gonna do fight a baby

Remus Lupin: I will explain to Harry about how his father was a bellend and he will take my side

James Potter: lies. harry will never doubt my honour. just the other day peter sneezed on me and harry bit him

Peter Pettigrew: thought he bit me bc hes teething?

James Potter: irrelevant 

James Potter to Never Furget: remus did u change all my profile pics to screencaps from bambi

Remus Lupin to Jimmy Neutron: Why do you ask?

James Potter: bc everyone is commenting on them but i can’t see them or take them down what did u do

Remus Lupin: Maybe the universe did this to you James

Remus Lupin: The world is trying to tell you who the real furry here is

Remus Lupin to Jimothy: Did you buy me a fucking bunny?

James Potter to Froot Lupes: remus i know ur new to pet ownership but bunnies aren’t for fucking

Remus Lupin: James. Why did someone deliver a rabbit to my house

James Potter: i thought u could use some company

James Potter: since ur both

Remus Lupin: DO NOT

James Potter: furry

Remus Lupin: I’m moving to Australia

Remus Lupin to James is Not One of Us: Just because I’m keeping the bunny doesn’t mean you’re forgiven

Remus Lupin: It’s for the children. My students have fallen in love with it

Sirius Black: sure ““““ur students””” fell in love with it 

Sirius Black: speaking of children who r u gonna turn to now potter

Sirius Black: if i’m banned from babysitting and u and remus r on the outs

James Potter: pete’s still here 

Peter Pettigrew: yeah im still here

Sirius Black: peter tell me how you change a nappy without looking at wikihow

Peter Pettigrew: um

James Potter: our house has wifi? 

Lily Potter to Bambi: Peter Pettigrew is not babysitting for us ever again

Lily Potter: He flushed a disposable nappy today

Lily Potter: Naked Sunday is canceled 

James Potter to Faline: but it’s the day of our lord lily

James Potter to Boyz II Men: congratulations sirius ur hereby reinstated as godfather 

Sirius Black: good bc i’m thinking of getting a sidecar for my motorbike

James Potter: harry is not allowed on ur motorbike until he is at least 9

Remus Lupin: I think you’re forgetting how Harry got home from the hospital

James Potter: fine. harry is allowed if both lily and i are also on it

Peter Pettigrew: #parenting

Peter Pettigrew: i got fired today btw

James Potter: what? why???

Sirius Black: what did u do

Remus Lupin: Are you alright?

Peter Pettigrew: im fine 

Peter Pettigrew: director was just looking for “something else”

Sirius Black: that’s shit

James Potter: sorry pete 

Remus Lupin: Is there anything we can do to help?

Peter Pettigrew: idk maybe we could just hang out and talk?

James Potter: sure we can do that 

Sirius Black: i’m not good w/ emotional intimacy

Sirius Black: how do u feel abt alcohol?

James Potter to Meri Jaan: i msis u

James Potter: ur os pretty 

Lily Potter to You Are My Soniya: It’s 2am love

James Potter: i kno btu thsi is v importnat

Lily Potter: What is it?

James Potter: i lvoe sirius

Lily Potter: Unbelievable 

James Potter: and u!!11111

James Potter: also im srory if i pee on hte rose bsushes a gain

Sirius Black to Blossom Powerpuff: just so u know we’ve taken james’s phone from him 

Sirius Black: but he says i’ve gotta tell u that ur his favourite wife

Lily Potter to Mojo Jojo: I’m his only wife

Sirius Black: james says ‘irrelevant’ 

James Potter to Heart Eyes: love u’ve gotta stop sexting me while i’m w/ clients

Lily Potter to Poop Emoji: Why’s that?

James Potter: i’m developing some kind of pavlovian response

James Potter: every time i look at a surrealist painting i get an erection

Lily Potter: Paint me like one of ur french abstractions from reality

James Potter: sex fiend 

Lily Potter: U love it 

Remus Lupin to Lil Wayne: You and James need to stop have things delivered to my house

Remus Lupin: I promise you I can feed myself without a 15 year old dropping off a week’s worth of groceries 

Lily Potter to R. Kelly: Bread and chocolate is not a diet Remus

Remus Lupin: It has kept me alive this long 

Lily Potter: Ur lucky we don’t have u move in. James says ur too skinny these days

Remus Lupin: James is built like a broomstick

Lily Potter: ...

Lily Potter: I want to defend him bc he is my husband but.... u right

Remus Lupin: Then will you stop trying to parent me

Lily Potter: Don’t talk back to ur mother Lupin

James Potter to The Lady from the Bee Movie: evans r u wearing my jeans again

Lily Potter to Jerry Seinfield: No

James Potter: ur having a picnic with bathilda in her garden and harry and i are in our sitting room w/ the curtains open i can literally see u

Lily Potter: Maybe these are mine

James Potter: i’m almost a foot taller than u and ur jeans r not that long

Lily Potter: If they r ur jeans what are you going to do about it

James Potter: ur gonna catch these hands

James Potter: in ur own bc i love u

James Potter: but i still want my jeans back

Lily Potter: I want my pre-baby figure back m8

James Potter: touché 

Sirius Black to Cars 2: pete how would u feel abt modeling

Peter Pettigrew to The Lion King: funny 

Peter Pettigrew: hard to get an acting job thats not typecast 

Sirius Black: i’m srs

Sirius Black: i mean. u know what i mean

Peter Petitgrew: modelings fine. i’ve done some hand stuff

Sirius Black: sometimes when reg can’t make a job his agency will offer it to me

Sirius Black: and i told them i wouldn’t do it unless i could bring a friend

Peter Pettigrew: thanks... u didnt have to do that

Sirius Black: don’t make it weird peter just take the job 

Sirius Black to Peter Does Hand Stuff: i’m handsome right

Sirius Black: like i am good looking

James Potter: tru

Remus Lupin: yeah

Sirius Black: then how did i get kicked off a photoshoot so they could take more pictures of pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew: dorcas said it was bc ur face is too unnatural

Peter Pettigrew: no one looks like that in real life

Sirius Black: i look like this in real life!!!

Peter Pettigrew: anyway dorcas told me they want me to be the face of the whole campaign which is cool

James Potter: that’s fantastic pete!!

Remus Lupin: Congrats Peter!

Sirius Black: i can’t believe u would sell me out

Peter Pettigrew: were all just trying to survive capitalism sirius

Sirius Black: so money is worth more than our friendship

James Potter: sirius u don’t even like modelling

Remus Lupin: Also you don’t need the money, you’ve got your inheritance and your radio work

Sirius Black: i like to know who has a price they can be bought for

Sirius Black: in case one of us ends up murdered

James Potter: walburga really fucked u up huh

Lily Potter to Put A Ring On It: R u on your way home?

James Potter to Crazy In Love: on the tube

James Potter: did u want takeaway again? bc i kno the chinese made u sick the other night so maybe i can just get u soup?

Lily Potter: No I’m fine I just wanted to know when you were coming back

Lily Potter: I have news

James Potter: tell me. the man beside me is cutting his hair and it’s getting on my trousers. i could do with good news

Lily Potter: I’ll tell u when ur home

James Potter: evans u can’t just dangle news in front of me like that and then take it away i demand answers

Lily Potter: It’s in-person news

James Potter: r we getting divorced? is this bc i said prefer 7/11 to formation

Lily Potter: That is definitely grounds for divorce but no

James Potter: lily ur worrying me. is everything ok???

James Potter: i’m gonna call

James Potter: i’m losing service hold on

Lily Potter: James we’re going to have another baby

James Potter: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

James Potter: i love you. i can’t hold u yet so i’m gonna hug the haircut man

Lily Potter: <3 <3 <3

James Potter: i may have just told him we’d name our baby after him how do u feel abt the name christobal

Lily Potter: Hard pass

James Potter: u said that abt me once and now i’ve impregnated u twice so i’m gonna tell him maybe

Lily Potter changed the chat name to Sirius Has Dibs.

Sirius Black: r u hitting on me evans

Sirius Black: u do realize ur husband is also on this chat. i mean i’m up for a menage a potter but what will we tell harry 

Peter Pettigrew: james’s parents like adopted u this is definitely some kind of incest

Sirius Black: “Definitely Some Kind of Incest” is the black family motto

Remus Lupin: Tbh I’m surprised you don’t have a tail

Sirius Black: how do u kno that i don’t u don’t kno my life

Lily Potter: It’s good 2 know our children will have positive role models

James Potter: it’s too late for harry we’ll just have to get better friends with this one

Peter Pettigrew: ????????

Sirius Black: ur not

Sirius Black: U ARE

Remus Lupin: Congratulations?!

Sirius Black: UR HAVING A FETUS

Peter Pettigrew: BLIMEY CONGRATS

Remus Lupin: Wasn’t Harry born literally yesterday? You guys are like rabbits

Sirius Black: i can’t believe evans is ““in trouble”” again this is wild i bet it’s bc euphemia used all those metaphors while giving u the sex talk

James Potter: papa don’t preach

Sirius Black: i love it when u call me papa

Sirius Black: wait do i have dibs bc of.... u guys r disgusting 

Lily Potter: Does that mean u don’t want dibs?

Sirius Black: NO I HAVE DIBS ON ALL POTTER CHILDREN NOW AND FOREVER THEY’RE GONNA BE MY ARMY TO FIGHT REMUS’S SECONDARY SCHOOL KIDS

Remus Lupin: I can’t in good conscience send eleven-year-olds to war but on the other hand you’re on

Peter Pettigrew: £5 on the fetus 

Lily Potter: £1000 on the fetus Potter Progeny United

James Potter: this is why i married u 

[challengerblue]

allison hargreeves

looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/girlfriend | neither | i don’t kno

she reminds me of the friend i had feelings for in high school so that's. idk. but i do love her

[gothamsfutureking]

Tagged by: taken from other muse

Tagging: anyone who wants

G E N E R A L  

[ name ]: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot [ nicknames ]: Penguin, boy, Os [ birthday ]: Unknown [ birthplace ]: Gotham [ age ]: 33 [ eye color ]: Green [ height ]: 5′6 [ weight ]: 140 libs [ nationality ]: American [ astrological sign ]: Unknown [ location ]: Gotham [ siblings ]: step siblings (both deceased) [ pets ]: Tiny (shark), Fin (cat) [ in the morning i’m ]: planning [ all i need is ]: coffee, solitude, a gun [ love is ]: what can either help or kill you [ i’m afraid of ]: dying, losing the things i care for [ i dream about ]: nothing

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ pictured your crush naked? ]: …maybe... [ used someone? ]: Yes [ been used? ]: Never again. [ been cheated on? ]: No [ considered cheating? ]: Never [ been kissed? ]: Yes [ done something you regret? ]: Yes..

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: all the rich quality food all of it [ fruit? ]: apples, strawberries [ candy? ]: chocolate of all sorts [ color? ]: black, purple, green, white [ number? ]: 7? [ animal? ]: Birds? [ drink? ]: wine, champagne  [ soda? ]: sometimes a root beer [ book? ]: any [ room? ]: living room [ movie? ]: any

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No (depends on verse) [ like cleaning? ]: Yes [ have a tattoo? ]: No  [ have any piercings? ]: No [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: No [ drink/smoke? ]: Yes/Rarely [ swear a lot? ]: Mostly when angry [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: Sunsets

[ pray? ]: No

[ go to church? ]: No [ have secrets? ]: To many [ have a best friend? ]: Depends [ like your own handwriting? ]: Yes.

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: Maybe [ excited? ]: Yes [ bored? ]: Yes [ happy? ]: I think so [ missing someone? ]: Yes [ confused? ]: No [ tired? ]: Very [ mad? ]: Yes [ sleepy? ]: I can sleep for 23 hours or 1 minute…

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: Sometimes [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: Yes [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: No

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Ed [ you hugged? ]:Ed [ you kissed? ]: None [ sent you a letter? ]: No

[ you sent a letter to? ]: Ed [ you laughed with? ]: Jim  [ slept in your bed? ]: No one [ you shared a drink with? ]: Tabitha and Barbara [ you went to the movies with? ]: No one [ yelled at you? ]: Tatch [ you called? ]: Harvey [ you kicked? ]: an underling [ you saw? ]: Bruce

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Jim Ed [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Jerome [ the funniest person you know? ]: Myself? [ the loudest person you know? ]: Jerome  [ the quietest person you know? ]: Martin [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Martin [ the most serious person you know? ]: Jeremiah [ your best friend? ]: No one anymore. [ the person you hate the most? ]: Many [ the person you see most? ]: Jim [ your soul-mate? ]: No longer believe in it

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: coffee. [ the song that best describes you? ]:  you can be king again [ your best feature? ]: Hair, eyes? [ your most treasured memory? ]: When Ed saved me

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: Never [ number and names of kids? ]: None [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: Well since I was a boy making minimum wage while snitching then... [ describe your dream wedding? ]: Nothing to big I suppose [ when and how do you want to die? ]: When I’m old and grey and being taken down by someone who’ll do great for the city [ what are your career plans? ]: I’m sure being a Crime Lord is a plan [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: London?

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: never [ last time you were outside? ]: a few days ago [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: when i was 10? [ last time you were listening to music? ]: Now?

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Two [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional pain. [ have you felt this recently? ]: No [ what do you wear to bed? ]: Pajamas [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: 6 years old [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: Maybe [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: if I know them. 3. If don’t know/like. lets it ring