#cheek

[misterlemonzmen]

11-09-24 | Warwick Rowers. MisterLemonzMen.tumblr.com/archive

[janwon]

seperation anxiety

[killyridols]

no regrets by monika marchewka, 2023, oil on canvas, 70 x 70 centimeters

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Cheek

@rosekillermicrofic May 23, word count 473

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Then we’d better go apologise,” Evan told Barty as he kissed the top of his head. He knew that Regulus had been a huge part of Barty’s life and that they would still be together now if Regulus hadn’t died. Barty went liquid in his arms and nuzzled against his neck. Evan let out a contented sigh.

The next morning, Evan drove them across the city to the ancient graveyard where Regulus was buried. Evan didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t the huge mausoleum that must house generations of Blacks going back hundreds of years. 

Barty walked over to it and laid his hand on the worn stone. 

“Hi, Reg, sorry I haven’t visited for a while, but you know how I feel about this thing,” he waved his hand in the general direction of the mausoleum. I have been talking to your star. I miss you,” Evan felt like he was intruding, but at the same time, his feet were planted to the spot. He watched Barty in silence as he spoke to Regulus. “Don’t be angry with me, but I met someone. I think you might have liked him, or, knowing you, you would have hated him until he won you over. But Reg, darling, I really like him, please be happy for us.” Tears were streaming down Barty’s cheeks.

Barty turned to look at him and held out a hand. Evan moved forward and took the proffered hand. “This is Evan, Reg. He has a beautiful cat called Mavis. You would definitely like her. I’m hopefully going to get one called Drac. He looks just like Mavis. I think he might be her dad or at least related. Wish me luck.” 

Evan pulled his cuff over his hand and used it to wipe Barty’s tears off his cheek. 

“Hi, Reg,” he said when Barty stopped talking. “I’m Evan. I just want you to know that I’ll take really good care of Barty. I might throw him at your brother when he gets too annoying, but for the most part, I’ll take care of him,” Barty burst out into laughter. 

“Oh, he would definitely like you,” Barty gasped, wiping the fresh tears from his face. 

“I love you,” he said to the mausoleum. Evan’s heart skipped a beat. For one second, he thought Barty had been talking to him. 

Barty laid the flowers they’d got before coming there and took Evan’s hand, walking back towards the car. “I wish he weren’t in there. He always said he never wanted to be trapped in that cage with all of them.” Barty looked at the mausoleum sadly as Evan drove away. 

“Why don’t you get Sirius to move him then? He’s in charge of everything to do with the Black family, including those who are deceased.” Barty’s mouth dropped open. 

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[yeesiine]

Hi, Can I bite your cheek.

[moinbeet]

Cheek kiss

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Basil, on the phone: I realize that, but I cannot miss Cheek’s bassoon recital.

[lucien-05]

Kisses with P; cheek

Having a crisis and a big burnout with my drawings today 🥲

Still, expect the other kisses from P!

[myrosrava]

Old drawings :P

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Cheek

@jegulus-microfic January 20, Word count 926

Previous part First part

They’d been up there for a long time. So long, in fact, that James had eaten his breakfast and even though he’d been adamant about not going back up with breakfast, he’d relented and now here he was walking all the way back up to Gryffindor tower, hopping over the slimy snail trails that had yet to be cleaned up, with a stack of jam and toast for the brothers. He just hoped that they were both in one piece. 

Peter came hurtling down the marble staircases, jumping the last three steps as they began to move and landing at James’s feet as he stumbled forward. 

“Alright, Pete?” James asked, helping his fallen friend to his feet. 

“Yeah, just wanted to get away from those two,” He said, jabbing his thumb towards Gryffindor Tower. James swallowed, nervous that they’d gone too far. 

“What were they doing when you left?” He asked, dreading the answer. 

“Laughing,” Peter answered. James stared at him blankly, because that didn’t sound feasible. 

“Are you sure they were laughing?” He asked again. 

“Yup, I could hear Sirius’s bark all the way to the portrait hole.” 

“Thanks, Pete,” James said absentmindedly as he turned onto the third-floor corridor and used a secret crawl space under a bookcase to get up to the next floor. It was quicker than waiting around for the stairs to come back. 

James took a deep breath as his hand hovered over the doorknob on their dorm room door. He could hear a quiet murmur on the other side. Surely that was a good thing because when he’d left they’d been shouting. He screwed his eyes shut and twisted the knob. 

Regulus and Sirius were sitting opposite each other, Sirius on Remus’s bed and Regulus on James’s, chatting. “I bought you guys breakfast,” James said when both sets of grey eyes fixed on him. 

He split the stack, gave half to Sirius, and took the rest over to Regulus. “Everything alright?” He asked them. Regulus nodded as he bit into a lie of toast. Sirius folded an entire slice into quarters and stuffed it into his mouth, jam oozing from the corners of his mouth as he chomped down. Regulus pulled a face at the sight of his brother. 

“I see your table manners haven’t improved, Sirius. You’re worse than a dog,” He scoffed as he took another delicate bite of his toast. Sirius and James burst out laughing, crumbs spraying everywhere from Sirius’s mouth. 

“You’re almost right, but I’d say he was exactly as bad as a dog,” James said through his laughter, which set Sirius off all over again. 

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Regulus said, looking between James and Sirius. 

“You are,” Sirius told him after swallowing hard to empty his mouth. “But that information is for when we know we can all trust you,” Sirius’s gaze moved to James, and James stopped laughing. Sirius’s eyes were stony as they stared into him. “I mean it, Prongs, you can’t tell him, it’s not just us who will suffer if he tells anyone,” James nodded solemnly. He might have shown Regulus the map and his cloak, but he’d never, never betray his friends like that. That secret he’d take to his grave if the rest of the marauders told him he couldn’t tell Regulus. 

“Sirius, we have potions first, so we’d better get going,” Regulus stood up, holding onto his stack of toast still. 

“I’d better get going as well. I left my bag in my dorm room, and I have charms. Bye,” He said reaching up on his tiptoes to kiss James on the cheek and started to walk towards the door. 

“Wait, love!” James called out before he could open the door. Regulus turned his head to look at him and Sirius’s mouth dropped open with a little pop. 

“Did you just call him love? And did you just respond?!” Regulus and James ignored him. 

“You need the cloak,” James reminded Regulus. Regulus’s eyes went wide, and he hurried back over to James. James handed him the cloak and bent to kiss him this time. Regulus swung the cloak over himself. 

“Hang on, and we’ll walk down with you,” James told the empty space in front of him. “Sirius?”

“Yep, yep, one second,” He said around his last piece of toast. He grabbed his back and then hurried over to his bed, dipping underneath and coming back out with a shoebox. 

“Don’t you dare,” Regulus’s voice rang angrily around the room.

“What?” James asked. 

“He’s getting the rest of his snails,” Regulus growled. 

“Sirius,” James sighed in exasperation. He loved his best friend dearly, but he was tired of giant snails. 

“We have herbology after potions; I’m going to release them,” He said, shoving the box into his bag.

“Watch him,” Regulus ordered James. 

“Planning to,” James shook his head as a smile appeared on his lips. “Right, let's get going, or Slughorn’s will make us clean out the old crust cauldrons again. With Regulus hidden under the invisibility cloak, the three of them made their way down to the dungeons. Regulus pulled the cloak off behind a suit of armour and stuffed it into James’s hands as he stormed past towards the secret entrance to the Slytherin Common room. 

“Ugh,” Sirius gagged as he looked up at James’s smitten face. “Stop looking at my brother like that, and let’s go!” James followed Sirius to their classroom, but he couldn’t quite get his face to stop showing how in love he was with Regulus. 

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[stearleart]

Cheek Stag Otter

Digital illustration of Cheek Stag Otter from Brian Jacques classic, Mattimeo.

[ayasenisan1713]

“Citizens, I am your Mayor Cheek. My next plan is to eliminate traffic lights and crosswalks…”—Cheek

[poniesholdingeachothertenderly]

[menkisseachother]

Die Hard (1988)

[janwon]

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