#fluff october

[inkwell1013]

Flufftober 2020 Masterlist - Good Omens

Total works : 31

Total Word Count : 14,649

Average Individual Word Count : 472.5

Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley

1. Coffee Shop AU - Anthony has been crushing on the barista at his local coffee shop for weeks but is too nervous to tell his crush how he feels. 

2. First Meeting - Crowley and Aziraphale didn't actually meet at Eden. They were both angels after all...   

3. College AU - Aziraphale meets his peculiar upstairs neighbor Crowley and falls for him. Just a little bit.    

4. Fake Dating - Aziraphale invites his attractive coworker Crowley to his brother's wedding. The two of them pretend to be dating but could there be a possibility of something more?

5. Celebration - After one prevents the apocalypse, some celebration is - of course - in order.   

6. Hurt/Comfort -  Sometimes changing every single thing about your life can be difficult... 

7. Dancing -  Angels are pretty terrible dancers. And demons aren't much better. Basically, Aziraphale teaches Crowley the waltz.   

8. Clothes -  Crowley has a bad habit of stealing Aziraphale's sweaters, so Aziraphale decides to get a little revenge. 

9. Snowy/Rainy Day -  Crowley and Aziraphale spend a morning playing in the snow with little Warlock. Ineffable Husbands being Ineffable Fathers. 

10. Cooking -  Aziraphale is a young chef who recently got a job at the illustrious White Rose restaurant. There he meets the infamous head chef Anthony Crowley. 

11. Adopting a Pet -  Crowley and Aziraphale decide to get a dog.

12. The Perfect Gift -  Crowley is great at giving gifts.

13. Carrying -  Consecrated ground is difficult for demons to deal with. Luckily enough, Crowley has his angel to help him.

14. Cuddles -  Aziraphale gives great hugs and Crowley is pleased about it. 

15. Oblivious Crush - Crowley has a undeniable crush on his classmate Aziraphale, and his friends are NOT helping.

16. Kemonomimi (Animal Ears/Tails) -  A minor mess up downstairs leaves Crowley with cat ears for the day. 

17. Embarrassing Secret -  Crowley has been hiding something from Aziraphale... 

18. Late Night Craving -  What do you get when you combine an angel with a sweet tooth and a demon who'll do anything for his lover? A lot of late night snack breaks is what.   

19. Sharing a Bed -  Aziraphale tries to miracle up a bed at Crowley's apartment but it doesn't work... 

20. Neighbors -  Crowley is a single foster dad of an eight year old Warlock. Aziraphale is the kind bookshop owner down the street. One day, Warlock is sick and can't go to school so he ends up staying with Aziraphale for the day.

21. Sick Partner -  Aziraphale has the flu and Crowley is a bad cook.

22. Gardening -  Crowley was never kind to his plants and Aziraphale never really understood why. One day, it all clicked. 

23. Stuck Together -  Sometimes the Bentley has a mind of it's own and likes trapping people. One day, it does exactly that, forcing Crowley and Aziraphale to confront their feelings about each other.

24. Terms of Endearment - Aziraphale and Crowley brainstorm some ideas for pet names. 

25. Compromise - Sometimes compromises are necessary. Especially when your husband disrespects your books.

26. Kisses - It was a spur of a moment thing really. But Crowley couldn’t stop himself from taking a shot.

27. Promises - Crowley and Aziraphale promise to stay with each other forever.

28. Angst (The Forbidden Fluff) - Aziraphale didn’t know how he handed over the holy water so easily...

29. Family - Crowley and Aziraphale learn that family is the people you choose.

30. Dating Start - Gabriel drags Aziraphale to a speed dating event. Aziraphale didn’t expect to have much fun, but then he meets an enigmatic red-head and his day gets substantially better.

31. Band AU - Crowley is the drummer of a punk band and invites Aziraphale to one of his band’s showings. 

[thatanimenerd101]

Listening in (Day 5)

(GIF not by me.)

Kirishima x reader (I think g/n but not sure)

Warnings: fluff, conversations, feral and steamy at the end. (I have a ———to let you know when it gets steamy.

Word count: under 800.

Prompt: Phone calls (I know, not on the lisr but this’ll be a day 5?but I had the idea and thought it was cute! Also this doesn’t really have a date and I’m writing all over the place at the moment because it’s life.)

(This is based on a dream I had so enjoy!)

You were on the phone with your best friend telling them that you had a boyfriend. Only you, him and both your parents knew about it. The reason was to keep you safe but it was your best friend so it was fine. Besides, Kirishima's friends knew about you.

“So you kissed him first?” Your friend questioned but started giggling. They were on speaker because you were folding laundry. Kirishima, your boyfriend of almost a year wasn’t home.

“Yeah, I still feel bad I never told you I had a boyfriend.” You sighed as you folded a pair of Kirishima’ s boxers.

“Well I understand, I mean if the villains found out about you, you’d be toast and I’d be in jail for killing that villain. Now tell me everything about him!”

You told them about how you kissed him first back at UA as a prank. But then after high school you ran into each other and you felt a teenager’s crush come up. Kirishima was very protective of you and would often kiss you on the forehead when in private. Along with many other things.

“Wait, you're telling me that Red Riot, your boyfriend is a cuddle bug? That likes to be the little spoon sometimes?”

You giggled, but it was true. “Yes, he does look all buff and all that jazz, but he’s a teddy bear and I love him for that. If you had a special someone that kisses you good morning and good night no matter what, and holds you close when they come back from a long day at work. It’s amazing and I hope you find something that treats you right.” You smiled.

“I may be single but I’m ready to meet someone. Does Kirishima have any hot friends that are my type?” Your friend starts giggling. This was like high school, but there’s no harm in some fun.

So why not set them up with a certain yellow haired guy.

“Yeah, I’ll set you up with one. He is a bit of a joker but he’s a good guy. Maybe you two can hit it off or just be friends.”

Little did you know that Kirishima had gotten home from work earlier than expected. He was closing the front door quietly as he could.

“Okay y/n, enough about me. I wanna hear more of Red Riot. Is he really that strong? Oh my gods! I bet he carries you and treats you like royalty.”

“Eijiro is definitely very strong and yes he does carry me sometimes. Which is actually fun, and I know he gives everyone a smile but when he’s with me he gives me the smile that no one else sees. It’s amazing, we were friends back in high school and I’m happy we reconnected. Look where we are now, almost a full year. He’s the best man anyone can ask for.” You sighed happily and finished putting away clothes.

“I hear wedding bells y/n!” They teased.

“I said dating, not engaged. Well not yet anyways.”

“So, you have thought about it?”

“You know me so well, but yes I have. I can see the two of us having a future.”

Kirishima’s mouth dropped, he was listening in on your conversation. You wanted to marry him and he was a bit embarrassed. But proud because he was yours and he was your boyfriend. He knew that eavesdropping wasn’t a manly thing to do but he made his presence known. Clearing his throat and leaning against the bedroom door.

“Hello there my little pebble.” He smiled.

“Hi Sharkie! I gotta go f/n Kirishima is home. Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch right?”

“Yep! Bye y/n!” They hung up and you tossed the phone onto the bed.

You jumped onto Kirishima and nuzzled into his neck. He kissed your forehead.

“Wanna tell me what you told your friend?” He smiled down at you.

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“That's you’re the best boyfriend ever and that you're very strong. I also love how you kiss me good morning and goodnight.” You ran your fingers down his arms and chest. “I didn’t tell them how good you are in bed.” Kirishima’s face turned the color of his hair.

“That phone call was the second best thing I’ve heard.” He picked you up.

“What’s your favourite thing you hear?” You teased, positive knowing his answer.

Kirishima leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You screaming my name and telling me how fucking good I am at taking care of you.” You blushed and he could feel the best coming from your face. He smirked and began kissing down your neck.

“I should listen into your phone calls more often. I love the way you talk about me. It actually turns me on a bit.”

(Hello readers! I hope you liked this short one, as you know I’m currently writing this in September and my dog is currently getting dental work done so I’m writing as a way to pass the time. Sorry about Kirishima not being in character, I wanted to try a bit of something else for this one. I hoped you like it.)

Taglist: @tooloudarts @zyrielwolf @alesipanic @tryna-imagine @lovinkiri @queensynderella

[hqrbinger]

"HAPPIER THAN EVER."

summary; after finding out the rules of the game, you decide that you would do anything for him. pairings; xiao x reader (no pronouns used) warnings/tags; no beta/not proofread, lowkey squid game spoilers, squid game!AU, marble game but instead of sae-byeok and ji-yeong its xiao and you, major character death (you oops), angst no comfort, mentions of guns, death, and blood notes; so this is probably gonna flop/ someone has probably already done this before BUT !!! my sae-byeok brainrot has been THROUGH THE ROOF lately and i cant write for her so instead i did this lol, if it does well maybe i'll do more squid game crossovers ??? lmk if anyone wants a pt 2 with more charas bc this was meant to have more but its 5 am and i am exhausted LMAO reblogs are highly appreciated! songs; lonely shredder; mac demarco - happier than ever (edit); billie eilish

the small, glass marble was heavy between your fingers, the decision you were about to make hanging uncomfortably in your chest. your partner's marble was well a ways away in the alley you were playing in, pretty much securing the win if you were to play your cards right.

or in your case, playing them wrong.

because you were choosing to lose.

⊹XIAO

your marble slipped from your grasp only a foot or two from the line, landing with a pathetic thumb against the sandy floor. you glanced up at his marble, nestled in the gritty dirt several meters away. xiao had won.

you straightened your back, not really sure what was going to happen next or just how long you had left before your time was up.

"what are you doing?"

you winced just slightly when xiao spoke, hearing his footsteps approach behind you until your collar was grabbed roughly, pushing you back against the nearest wall.

"i lost," you said, weakly.

his eyes were swirling with confusion, anger, fear. it pained you to look into them. he wore a blank expression but you saw right through his stupid, icy facade.

just like you always could.

"why the hell would you do that?" he seethed, gripping your jacket tighter and shaking you roughly. you could tell how hard he was trying to be angry, to hate you for what you were doing. but you knew he didn't. he couldn't.

"hey, butter fingers, what can you do," you tried to crack a smile, but you knew it wasn't going to help.

xiao looked dumbfounded, brows knitted together in an emotion you weren't very well acquainted with seeing on his face:

fear.

"why are you doing this?" his voice was softer now, yet his tight grip on your collar remained steady. you didn't like seeing him like this, but it was all for the best. love makes you do crazy things, after all.

"whatever it takes," you whisper, despair and nausea washing over you as your choice was being set in stone. "i'll make sure you win."

his eyes widened slightly as your words truly sunk in, the gravity of the situation hitting harder than any bullet ever could.

anger suddenly took over his features again, fingers curling into fists around the fabric of your blood-stained jacket.

"you think i'm going to be grateful for this?" he spat, the malice in his tone not enough to counteract the horror in his glistening amber eyes. "take another throw. don't..."

his voice cracked and his eyes finally tore away from yours, his grip on you slacking once again. his breaths came heavy, and the quiver in his lip told you it took everything within him not to cry. "don't do this. please..."

you reached up, running your hands through his hair gently, relishing in the feel of his silky strands for what would be your last time feeling them. xiao squeezed his eyes shut, unsure whether it would hurt less to sink deeper into your touch or push you as far away as possible.

why? why did it have to be this way?

"you can't die," your voice is shaking and you have never been more terrified in your life, but the thought of xiao walking out of the bloodied room unscathed and safe was enough to keep you going. "i need you to live for the both of us. make it out of here for us, xiao..."

you tried to smile, feeling the familiar sting of tears burn at the back of your throat. but you wouldn't cry. not in front of him.

hot tears streaked single-file down your lover's cheeks, unbridled hopelessness pooling in both of his honey eyes. you reached up to wipe them away, but two masked guards rounded the corner, the lethal weapon present with one of them sealing your fate.

you were practically dragged off of the wall and out of his arms, the other guard simply leading xiao down the other way.

"xiao!" you called, catching him just before he was taken from the hellish room.

it was suddenly so much harder to speak, each word you wanted to scream getting caught in your throat. you knew you only had mere moments left, but you didn't have any idea what to say.

"thank you," you choked, smiling back your tears even though his back was turned. "thank you for being my partner."

the clink of a gun sounded much less scary seeing xiao out of harms way, and in that moment, you felt at peace.

"player 240, eliminated."

[foreverindreamlandd]

Drabble or oneshots request:

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader

I *think* this is supposed to say 'carving pumpkins' but if not let me know ;) Thanks for the request!

WC: 1k

A/N: No warnings except that it's a heaping mess of fluff.

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“Don’t look,” you whine, sounding like a 5-year-old as you hover your arms over your creation.

“I’m not! You’re the one trying to take a peak at mine, love,” Bucky retorts.

You scoff, feigning offense. “I literally don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a fun, relaxing activity?” He asks with a face that is a mixture of loving and judgmental.

“It is! I’m having fun! I just want it to be a surprise.”

Bucky chuckles. “Alright then, love. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“You got it, Buck.” You wink before turning back to the half-carved pumpkin in front of you.

It’s a crisp October evening in upstate New York, your favorite weather. Dressed in one of Bucky’s comfiest flannels and a pair of leggings, you sit on the back deck of the Avenger’s Compound with your super soldier boyfriend, surrounded by the remains of two pumpkins you were currently working on.

He had -- in true Bucky fashion -- originally put up a stink about the idea of carving pumpkins. In the weeks leading up to October, you would list all of the Fall things you were excited to start doing. Apple picking, hay rides, corn mazes, but pumpkin carving was where Bucky drew the line.

“That’s a thing for kids, doll.”

“Do you really think I’m going to stick my metal arm in a gunk-invested vegetable? I’ll have guts stuck in there for years.”

“Can’t we buy pre-carved ones? Or just buy the seeds so we can roast them?”

But when the two of you walked through the Farmer’s Market, carrying a basket full of candles and apple cider donuts, he couldn’t turn away from the light in your eyes as they brightened with true unadulterated delight when you saw the pallet covered in orange gourds. And he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say no to the evil, vicious, adorable, stunning pouty face you gave him when you turned in his direction.

He didn’t say a word as he accepted his fate. Just walked over to the woman at the table, wallet in hand, and reached down to grab the two he thought looked best.

When he walked back, a pumpkin cradled in each arm, his grimace faded away at the sight of your luminous smile, filled with such joy that he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of pride that he had done something to get you to smile like that.

Hell, he even felt a little bit excited to cut into these squishy basketballs when you stood on your tiptoes to lean in for a kiss to express your gratitude.

So now, here you both are, elbow-deep in pumpkin remains, the scent of apple-caramel radiating through the space from one of the candles you had bought earlier that day, a half-eaten bag of donuts, your favorite Fall playlist softly playing in the background, and saran wrap plastered over Bucky’s metal arm. Alpine was sitting on top of her cat tower in the corner of the deck, snuggling with the spider plush you had bought her at the market.

“Okay,” you say, sitting up straight with a face full of confidence, “I’m done.”

“Same. Let’s see what you got, love.” Bucky reached to his left arm to rip off the saran wrap.

You move your pumpkin into view to reveal a jack-o-lantern face, but instead of smiling, its mouth is turned down. You had even carved eyebrows that knit together in the corners.

Bucky narrows his eyes at you, pointing at your creation. “I thought those guys were supposed to be happy and shit.”

You give him a sly grin. “They are, but I based this one off of something else. I call it ‘Grumpy Buck.”

Bucky scowls and you cackle, lifting up your pumpkin and reaching forward to hold it by his face. “See! Isn’t this like looking in a mirror?”

He rolls his eyes, muttering, “Love you too, doll.”

Your grin widens. “Don’t worry, love, there’s more.” You spin the pumpkin 180 degrees to reveal a smiling jack-o-lantern on the other side. “I call this side, ‘Bucky Whenever He’s With His Favorite Person AKA Me.”

He barks out a laugh at the ridiculous title and smiles at you. “You really put in a lot of layers into this project.”

You wink at him. “What can I say? My man is complicated, but he’s the best guy around.”

His heart swells, and he leans forward to give you a chaste kiss. It tastes like apples and cinnamon and something else that is so uniquely Bucky and it brings the same butterflies to your stomach that you felt the first time he kissed you and have felt from every kiss since.

“I love it,” he whispers as he pulls away.

It takes you a moment to clear your head after the dizziness his kiss brought and you blink a few times before pointing at his pumpkin. “Alright, your turn. Let’s see what you got.”

Bucky’s face goes serious as he moves to turn his pumpkin your way. You gasp as soon as his carving comes into view.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, looking at his creation.

Which looks like a fucking work of art.

It’s a carving of Alpine, perfectly sculpted and shaded that it looks like he traced over a photo of your feline friend instead of freehanding it.

He grins. “Not bad, hey?”

You scoff. “When the hell were you going to tell me that you were a freaking Michaelangelo of pumpkin carving?”

He shrugs, picking up his dagger that he used to carve, a smile still on his face. “Babe, I’m good with knives, remember?”

You frown, crossing your arms in front of you and narrowing your eyes at him. “I still think mine is better.”

He chuckles, then puts down the dagger and takes your face in his hands.

“Your pumpkin is amazing. Everything you do is amazing.” He kisses you again and your frown falls away. “Thank you for an amazing day and for putting up with my grumpy old man self.”

You smile, filled with a sense of awe that you get to share your life with the man in front of you.

“So does this mean that we’ve found a new Fall tradition and you’ll do this with me every year forever?”

Instead of the scowl of dread you were expecting, Bucky’s smile widens.

“If I can have forever with you? I’ll do whatever the hell you want, doll.”

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Tag List: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @eclipses-and-moondust

[kiyoowomi]

sobbing…..crying…throwing up….sliding down….omi my love 😭 🤲

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Lullaby

Draco gently lifted Jamie from the crib and rocked him. He pointed his wand at the record player and the melodious voice of a couple started playing, immediately lulling the fussy baby.

Draco smiled at Harry's puzzled expression.

"Patil recommended it. They're popular Hindi lullabies," Draco whispered, careful not to disturb the infant. "I thought maybe your dad sang them to you as a child and it'd be nice if we did the same for our lil one," he said, smiling at the slumbering little one in his arms.

@drarrymicrofic October Prompt #8 - Lullaby

[dirt-cup-draco]

remus lupin x reader- blinded

Distance made the heart unwell, not fond, you decided in the humid greenhouse, eyes glued to Remus Lupin. He was fiddling with some rusted shears, seemingly looking at everything but you. A sharp jolt in your chest followed the observation and seemed to prove your previous theory. With a deep sigh, you shifted your focus to what was around you. 

The light filtering through the glass building was dusty, students kicking up dirt and fertilizer into the air as they mucked about. Leaves draped themselves around anything they could get a hold of, winding firm against the legs on your tables and spilling from the open window panes. Some days you felt as if you’d arrive to Herbology only to find the entire building taken over completely. Wrinkling your nose to hold back a sneeze. you didn’t realize that you were being addressed until there was a sharp poke to your shoulder. 

“Day dreaming again, Y/N?” your dormmate asked you with a playful quirk of her lips. You simply shrugged with a matching impish smile, sending her a quick wink as the professor called for quiet. 

You and your friend went back and forth for a few more seconds, swatting each others legs and pinching each other’s arms before you settled down to pay attention. However, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering as Professor Beery droned on. His voice was loud, uproariously so,  yet melodic enough that it took on a buzzing quality in your ears, falling into background noise with the rest of the classroom.

The vibrancy of the plants, robes, and sunlight all seemed to melt away as you tied yourself to a drifting thought and let it pull you down the rushing river of your mind. In the chaos of the white tipped waves, carrying anything from your daily musings to your deepest secrets, you wished you could claim that you were aimlessly dreaming as your friend had suggested. That this thought that you were clinging to with each ounce of strength wasn’t on the same path that you had taken so many times before. 

You followed as far as you could, grasping at low hanging branches that might contain the answers but they always snapped, being pulled so deep beneath the raging waters that you never hoped to see them again. In no time at all, you wound up where you always did; in front of a towering brick wall, a dam that you had constructed to keep yourself safe, but was now a barricade you couldn’t force yourself through. 

Unable to find the answers you needed, the thought you’d immersed yourself in began to drag you under, sounding out louder and louder in your head until it was all you could think of. 

What was wrong with Remus Lupin? 

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You were made aware that class was at it’s end when a culmination of your peer’s voices, the sound of shuffled feet and plans for lunch poking at your bubble until it popped. You were on your way out with your friend, eyes searching the crowd for a familiar mop of sandy curls. You had made up your mind that he could try to avoid you, but you could try just as hard to make him talk to you. 

Throwing a farewell over your shoulder to your friend, you quickly made your way out of the greenhouse. Remus had just barely left himself, dust still floating in the doorway after being brushed up by the hem of his robes. With some quick maneuvering around your classmates, you finally were within arm’s reach. You guessed that if he’d seen you following, he would have  run off before you could catch up. 

Snagging Remus’ sleeve before he could get further, you tugged back on his arm until he stalled in the hallway. He was slow to face you but when he did his expression was screwed up tightly, and his eyes shifted around. 

There were lilac bruises under his eyes, as if he was sleeping enough to get by but not near enough to look refreshed. A thin scratch burned bright against his skin, following the length of his jaw and it’s twin bridging over his nose. 

You weren’t startled by the appearance, it wasn’t odd to see Remus with an assortment of scrapes and bruises, his transformations never going easy on him. However, the grim set of his jaw and his forlorn eyes tugged at something deep in your gut and you were becoming endlessly worried about your friend.

“Something you want?” Remus prompted and you couldn’t help but frown at how ragged his voice sounded. 

“Maybe for a chance to talk without you running away?” You bit out sharply. He had the decency to look remorseful.

“We’re talking right now,” he shrugged, toeing at the ground while the halls cleared out. The only company you had now were students rushing past so that they weren’t late to class. You had larger worries than making it to potions on time. 

 “It’s been two weeks since we’ve spent any time together Rem. I can’t even get a hold of James or Sirius long enough to ask them if you’re okay.” You tried again, voice smoothed of all its jagged edges. You couldn’t help but grip his sleeve a bit tighter, he looked like a caged animal and you feared he would run if you let go. 

With your free hand you reached out, palm laid gently against his cheek as you tried to catch his eye.  “You haven’t been yourself and I’m worried,”

“I’ve been just fine, thanks,” He muttered, jerking away from your touch. “Never asked you to worry about me anyways,” 

You felt as if the breath had been punched from your lungs.

Remus had his shoulders up by his ears, everything about him screaming uncomfortable. Had this closing off been more gradual than you believed? Were there things you hadn’t noticed before now that would have stopped him from pulling away? 

“We’re friends, you never had to ask me to worry. I just want to help,” You urged, voice growing thick with emotion. “I miss you,” 

Remus’ shoulders drooped a bit at your confession but he still refused to meet your eyes. It felt like a stone wall had been dropped between you two and you couldn’t find the entrance. Your heart was constricting painfully, the desire to help him and the knowledge that he wasn’t letting you clashing within your chest.

The silence of the corridor and Remus combined chilled you to the bone and so you reached out and wrapped your arms around his waist, hoping that he would stop acting like everything was fine.

Instead, you were met with strong hands gripping your shoulders and bringing you back to arm’s length away. 

“What did I do wrong?” You blurted out, desperately trying to get answers. “What terrible thing did I do that made it so you can’t even look at me? Let alone speak to me,” 

 Remus was one of your closest friends, but seemingly out of nowhere he had stopped showing up for tutoring sessions and had stopped coming to your dorm on Thursdays after dinner to simply talk and let time pass comfortably. You told him everything and he told you everything. 

He’d told you about when he’d been attacked by a werewolf as a child and you’d told him about your insecurities and fears. You’d promised him then that you would never see him as a monster and he’d promised he’d never abandon you. There was nothing left unsaid between you. If there was ever a problem, you were confident that neither of you would be foolish enough to let it fester. 

There had been no argument that could explain this sudden upheaval to your regularly stable friendship. All signs pointed to you having done something wrong and it left you nauseous and sorry for something you knew nothing about. Frustrated tears burned at the edge of your eyelids but you refused to let them fall. 

“Do you even remember what happened two weeks ago?” The urgency of Remus’ voice shocked you back into the present, and this time when you looked up, his eyes were following your own. He looked pained. 

“Uhhh...Want to be more specific?” 

With a humorless chuckle, Remus brought his hands up to tug at his hair. He looked halfway to laughter and halfway to tears. “Merlin, Y/N, how hard did you hit your head?” 

“It was just a bump-” 

“Oh so now you remember that little tidbit of information,” 

“Why are you being such a jerk?” You asked with eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry I got in the way last time-” 

With a groan, Remus grabbed your hand and tugged you from the middle of the corridor you two had been stationed for nearly half an hour, bickering. His only explanation being, “Let’s finish this elsewhere,” 

Three minutes later, Remus was tugging you into the gryffindor common room before tugging you one final stretch to his dorm. Shutting the door resolutely, Remus spun on his heel, misery marring his face as he looked you up and down. 

“What world are you living in Y/N, where you could ever get in the way of a fucking mindless werewolf?” 

For a few minutes you stared, as the pieces finally put themselves together in your mind. And then, you were pushing at Remus’ chest with anger and incredulity. 

“You are absolutely unbelievable! Are you tell me that you have been avoiding me, making me feel like shit, because of an accident? A simple fucking mistake? You are so blinded by your self hatred that you didn’t realize that I haven’t even been thinking about what happened during the last full moon,” 

Remus had caught your writsts by now, despite the continuation of your verbal assault. His eyes were harsh and his grip unforgiving but you couldn’t believe he’d treated you like you were invisible because of an injury he hadn’t even been responsible for, or at least aware of at the time. 

“I hurt you!” Remus said as if you two hadn’t had this conversation about the other boys hundreds of times before. Every time he harmed any of the people he cared about while he was a werewolf, he dissolved into a vicious cycle of self loathing but he had never abandoned those people because of it. Eventually he saw that he wasn’t in control all the time even if the wolfsbane helped. 

“I got a bruise on my back for a couple days and a grazed forehead that Madam Pomfrey took care of in five minutes, how in the world does that justify you breaking my heart for weeks? You know me Remus! You know how I feel when people just vanish like that... and you promised you wouldn’t be one of them.” 

The fight was quickly leaving you, even when you ripped your hands away from Remus. He was left standing by the door as you leaned against his bed, slumping down to the floor so you could bury your head in your knees. 

“I hadn’t even thought of what had happened, because I didn’t hold it against you for a second. But I’ve been driving myself crazy because I thought I’d done something terrible to you and you hated me for it.” You choked out. 

You heard a heavy sigh and then warmth all along your left side. Remus was now seated beside you, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. 

“I’d rather break your heart than hurt you,” He muttered and you let out a strangled groan. 

“You do know how stupid that sounds, right? Getting thrown into a tree hurt way less than you ignoring me,” 

Remus tensed up and you let out a steadying breath before turning to face him. It looked like the fury had left him too but now he was left looking like a kicked puppy and you were certain you looked the same. 

You poked and prodded at him until his legs were out in front of him and you could comfortably situate yourself in his lap. Taking his cheeks in your hands you sent him a glare that held no heat. 

“Promise me that this is the last time that we’ll have this conversation.” 

“I can’t,” Remus whined, trying to tilt his head back to avoid your stare but you held him in place. Eventually he gave up and set his hands on your hips to steady himself even as he pouted. “Im not going to keep risking you,” 

“I signed up for it, just like the other boys, and you wouldn’t ever do this to them,” 

“You’re not them,” It was whispered on an exhale, barely there, but you heard it all the same. You were waiting for the offense to fill you up and reignite the fire of your anger but his voice had been cracked, nervous, different. 

“Do you know the lengths that I’d go for you,” You asked instead of picking a fight, thumbs brushing feather light against his cheekbones. “That I’d do anything to make sure you’re okay?”

“I do, and that’s why I need you to hate me,” 

Looking at him now, with his doe eyes framed by long lashes and a frown that had melted into a pout, you were liable to forget that he was the biggest idiot you had ever met. 

“What world are you living in Remus, where you could ever be hated by me?” You mocked his previous words, yet it still rang true. No matter what, your heart would be his and there couldn’t be a single thing that could sour or change that. 

“A world where you’re safe,” He whispered as he tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, the air shifting and making the bubble you two were in seem much more private. Like raising your voice above that low whisper would pop it and break this spell. 

“With or without you Remus, none of us are safe right now, not with news of death eaters and the Dark Lord popping up in the Daily Prophet every other day. Why spend our last year of school miserable and missing one another? Why miss out on memories and things to fight for once we’re out of here? I trust you and you’re the last thing I’d ever be frightened of,” 

At some point, Remus had tilted your head forward, your noses brushing as you spoke. You could feel your heart fighting it’s way through your chest and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. 

“Can we please stop fighting over this? I meant it when I said I missed you,” 

“I know,” Remus breathed out. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help but think one day I’ll do something that can’t be fixed with spell or tonic. It seemed better to hurt you emotionally and push you away than wait for something permanent to take you away from me. I’d rather see you happy far away from me than hurting beside me and because of me,” 

Tired of trying to explain how the last place you wanted to be was far away from him, you guided Remus the last inch between you and placed your lips against his. You’d been worrying at yours for weeks and you were certain they were chapped but the moment Remus clued into the pressure he pulled you in tighter against him, sitting up a bit further so that he could deepen the kiss. 

There weren’t fireworks or explosions, just a steady and familiar warmth filling you from head to toe. Before the past few weeks you and Remus had been flirting playfully and pushing boundaries just to see who would break first and finally cross the line between friends and more and now you were finally taking the plunge. 

The kiss was steady and slow, an even give and take that didn’t demand more. An exchange of words said and unsaid.

You were the first to pull away and your chest filled with giddy bubbles when you saw Remus tilt forward in the hopes to capture your lips again. 

“You never said we were done with this silly fight,” You pointed out and Remus groaned, squeezing your hips in fond exasperation. 

“It might be something we talk about later, but for now, I promise that I wont pull a stunt like this again,” 

It wasn’t perfect, you knew his worry for you wouldn’t vanish and that you would  be immovable when it came to being by his side but for now you let out a satisfied hum and followed his lead into another kiss; letting all of the worries and fears melt away.

[boldlyanxious]

Making Magic

Prompt for @maribat-october-rarepairs

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Not a meet cute Monday just because it isn't Monday. So I tagged like it was. Hope that is okay.

Prompt: magic- Roynette

It was Marinette’s first Halloween in America so she made sure to get full exposure to the occasion. Her neighborhood was having a fall carnival so she signed up to hand out candy and do some face painting. She was really busy at first. She was setting up the goody bags to hand out while also doing face painting for the first few to arrive. Luckily she finished the bags up very quickly and she was able to do the face painting. It was a lot busier than she expected. There were so many families and it wasn’t just the kids wanting face painting. She barely had time for a break. But her break ended up forced as her paints ran out and someone went to go find more for her to use. Most of the people understood but kids were already over excited and there were a few who were pretty upset.

Parents worked to distract their kids with other activities while Marinette cleaned up her space in anticipation of having more supplies to work with. She also took a quick break so she would be ready for the next crowd. There was one little girl whose father couldn’t seem to console her. Marinette dug around for an extra treat to perk up the little girl before approaching. The father had sat awkwardly on the ground near Marinette’s station and was holding the child in his lap. Marinette crouched down to get to their level.

“Someone went to get more paints, so I should be back up and running again soon. Is there anything else you want to do while you wait?”

“I just wanna go home.”

“Are you not having fun here? I found a sticker. It's a bow and arrow like you have.”

“I can’t have the bow and arrow. My hair is all wrong.”

“Do you not want it braided?”

The man interrupted the conversation then to explain. “She wants the braid redone but I told her I couldn’t really do any better unless we are home.”

“No. That is wrong. I don’t want it how you do it. It needs to be a fresh braid. Like Eloise had at school.”

“I didn’t see Eloise at school. I don’t know how her hair was done.”

“Was it maybe a French braid?” Marinette asked.

“Yeah. Eloise said that is how princesses do it.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

The girl’s cheeks were still wet but her face lit up at the idea. “You can do it?”

“I know how. But it’s always important to make sure with your grown up before doing anything with a new person.”

“Daddy, please. She can show you how to do it right so you can do it for Halloween too.”

Marinette saw the moment when he went from ready to allow her to do his daughter’s hair to having to learn an unknown hair style. He looked down at her as she jumped up and held onto Marinette’s hand. He just couldn’t disappoint her by not at least trying.

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Roy accepted the help from the lady working at the fall fair. She had introduced herself as Marinette and Lian had introduced them, excitedly telling the woman about her costume and all her favorite things. Marinette seemed a little blindsided by going from putting a braid in Lian’s hair to then teaching him how to do it. She moved really fast with her hair. Roy had to stop her and ask her to start again 3 times before she tried guiding him through doing it himself. He couldn’t seem to get the hair pulled up into the sections looking right without dropping all of the rest of it.

“I think I am hopeless. Why is this not working?”

“It’s just a new skill. It will take practice. Lian is doing so well holding still for this.”

Lian beamed up at Marinette. She had been latched onto Marinette immediately wanted to do everything to get her praise. Roy on the other hand was amazed at her patience with him. He ran his fingers back through his daughter’s hair one more time. He really didn’t like disappointing her for something that seemed so easy.

“Would you show me one more time and I will do it the best I can and we will leave you alone.”

Roy was feeling more like they were taking up her time. She seemed happy to help but someone had just stopped by to drop off the face paints for her to get back to her booth. She bit her lip nervously. Roy was realizing that they were taking up too much of her time and she didn’t feel like saying anything. He was going to tell her never mind but she spoke first.

“I can help. I just wonder if there is another way.” She paused and took a breath. “Would it be easier if I showed you while I did Lian’s hair and then you could follow along with mine?”

That was not what Roy had expected but it did seem to be a good solution. Lian would get her hair done how she wanted and Roy could watch and do it at the same time. He nodded his assent and moved behind the woman as pulled her hair down. Roy could clearly see she was beautiful, but he was mesmersized as she pulled down her long hair. It was very similar to Lian’s so that would probably help him quite a bit. He could see Lian was a little star struck by the woman. She loved receiving praise, especially from women. It had been Kor'i who had helped her pick the warrior princess costume that now required the braid.

Marinette was fully focused on Lian and trying to carefully demonstrate the braid so Roy shook himself a bit to pay attention to what she was doing and not how it felt to put his hands through her sweet smelling hair.

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Marinette had not thought this through. She had approached originally just because the child was crying and she had felt responsible. But she had to do her best to focus when she got a look at the father. He was so sweet with his little girl but otherwise looked very ruggedly handsome with muscles straining at his shirt. All of that was before he stood up and moved close to her as they worked on braiding his daughter’s hair. Marinette thought she was probably at fault for not being clear on how the braid would work. She kept stumbling over her words and getting lost every time their fingers brushed. She kept telling herself that he had a child so he probably had a partner but after a few minutes with them it became clear he was raising Lian on his own.

She didn’t know what possessed her to suggest using her own hair for practice. She had just been thinking that he would still need to know how to do it and Marinette needed to finish up. That is the part where she should have stumbled over her words. Or she could suggest something like trying again later and she could see him again while not suggesting something that would have his hands gently moving through her hair. She demonstrated again how to pull up another segment of hair to be added to the plait strand. His fingertips brushed against her temple and she could feel the rough calluses even with his light touch.

She turned her attention back to Lian so she wouldn't be thinking about his hands anymore. It was hard to do with the feel of them against her scalp. She was counting down the minutes until he would pull the last sections of her hair into the braid so his hands would move away from her scalp. He leaned down close to watch as she got to the base of Lian’s head. She could feel him move over her and she froze, trying to at least keep her hands moving so he could see how to finish. She had to stop herself from releasing a hard breath when he got all the hair into the braid. His hands now rested on the back of his neck as he tried to keep all the hair together but separated.

After a few more twists, Marinette moved quickly with the rest of the braid. She could feel Roy gain confidence as he moved into doing something he had done before. Marinette tied a band at the end of the braid and turned back to tell him to stop. He was looking down at her intensely and handed her the end.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep it like that or fix it.:

“You have to keep it. It’s like me. We match,” Lian said.

“Of course I am keeping it. How does it look?”

“It is really good. Daddy, you did it so good.” she said to her dad before turning back to Marinette. "It's like magic. You must be magic."

“I don't know about that. It takes practice and patience. Your dad may still need to practice, but you are an excellent helper and sit still so well to get your warrior princess braid. You won’t even need me.”

“But you have to be there too. Just to make sure Daddy does it right and you can keep him company so he doesn’t get lonely when I go and play.”

“Well, either way I think you are set for the rest of today and you will be able to have it right for Halloween.”

“Daddy, can she come with us for trick or treating? I want her there.”

“I would love to have her walk around with us but all we can do is ask. She may already have plans.” Roy looked directly at her. “If you don’t have anything to do for Halloween, I would love to have you go with us.”

Marinette blushed at his directness and clear use of himself rather than him and his daughter. But she nodded her head. She didn’t get the chance to say anything else because Lian was giving directions for how the night would go.

“We will want to leave early to get the best candy. I can be Starfire and you can be Arsenal. He is the best one and then Daddy will have to be Red Hood.”

Marinette loved that he was so confident asking her out but was suddenly blushing when his daughter dictated how the night would go. She would have to look up what the costume was that would get that reaction.

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Cozy autumns with Bucky ♡︎

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Warnings; light smut.

Moodboard made by me, all pics from Pinterest.

Do not copy or steal my work.

Autumns with Bucky were your favourite time (or at least, a close second to Christmas), they included:

▫︎Picking out matching costumes that were the most outrageous you could think of and Bucky wearing it to see that wide smile on your face.

▫︎Going to haunted houses and having a death grip on Buckys arm and him keeping a tight grip onto your waist, wondering why you wanted to come to these things if they scared you so much. Then when a man jumped out from a spot with a chainsaw and Bucky jumped higher than you and he heard your giggle come to life, then he realized. “Yes! You got scared!” Then immediately after you had gotten scared and hid into his chest. “Yeah doll, i’m the scared one” A breathy laugh escaping his lips. “C’mon, ill make you shake myself”

▫︎Curling up on the couch watching a variety of your favourite Halloween movies that Bucky “just had to see”

▫︎Lighting fires, but also getting to watch Bucky cut the wood for the fire.

▫︎Decorating the house in skeletons, bats and ghosts.

▫︎Matching wool socks that he used to slide around the house dramatically.

▫︎Halloween baking. Bucky loved when you made ghost shape cookies. “Doll, these are amazing.”

▫︎Corn mazes, pumpkin patches, and spiced drinks.

▫︎Not to mention taking the little one trick or treating in a coordinated family costume. Bucky holding their hand and taking them up to each door, carrying the candy bag when it started to get too heavy and carrying your child when they were too tired to walk anymore.

▫︎After putting the baby to sleep, Bucky grabbing your favorite cozy blanket, making snacks and sitting up in front of the fire. Staying cuddled for hours, mindlessly reading your own books until his warm hands started sliding up and down your thighs, eventually making you both incredibly horny -

“So good for me doll, fit so well” Rough hands travelling your body as he pounded up into you, keeping you held in place in his lap.

▫︎Fall walks through the park, 3 of you holding hands, while he sneaks glances at you from the other side of your baby.

▫︎Bucky loving you through every season, but loving seeing you in front of trees of every colour, seeing the leaves fall down around your feet as you step through them. Never watching where you’re walking, just enthralled in the sights of the trees (which did end up in Bucky having to catch you more times then he can count.)

“Head out of the clouds there sweets”

Bonus:

Imagine..

“Hm, what about this pumpkin?” You had held up a decent size pumpkin in front of you, examining in.

“Should we get a few?” Carefully moving a few pumpkins around to look for more of the same size.

“Mom! Dad! Look!” A little girl with dark brunette locks came running up to you both.

“Whatcha got there hun?” Bucky smiled sweetly down at her, looking at the 2 pumpkins no bigger then the size of her hands, holding them up for you both to share her excitement for.

“They’re my size! Can we get them?” Her eyes were exactly like Buckys, watching the 2 of them made your knees buckle.

Looking back to a few years ago, you never thought you’d be here at a pumpkin patch, with your husband and a small copy of you both. A perfect little family.

“Sure sweetheart” With that, he lifted her up into his arms, making her look even smaller. Giggling away with her tiny pumpkins, he grabbed another bigger one in his other hand and went to the checkout, you following suit with a few more in your arms.

You couldn’t wait to put on a marathon of Halloween movies in the background, cups of hot cocoa and set up a station on the floor for carving the pumpkins.

Watching Bucky struggle to figure out how to carve a badass face into the small surface, while also helping the kiddo to clean out her own, you heart swelled. Cross legged with bits of pumpkin covering his black worn jeans. Smiles from ear to ear on everyone’s face.

You were the happiest you had ever been, and yet, you were about to be even happier.

You sneakily rubbed your hand across your belly, smiling at the family you created.

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Haven’t wrote in awhile, been struggling with feeling embarrassed with my writing lolz, oh well.

[mirclealignr]

only you | r.l

remus lupin x gn!reader [no pronouns used]

warnings; none?

word count; 600+

October had finally arrived; the leaves were beginning to change and loosen on their respective branches, waving goodbye to their homes before their cycle ended. The air had begun to chill, finally paving the way for frosty mornings and rainy days which would cling to the atmosphere, wrapping you in a gentle embrace for the rest of the day. The constellations overhead had slowly changed throughout the year, now revealing Andromeda, Persues, Aquarius and others alike.

It was a vibrant, yet comfortingly gloomy time of year that always brought a smile to your face, and Remus’ too. As the days grew colder, his favourite sweaters started to make more appearances, shaking off the dust from the bottom of his drawers and hugging his figure tightly from all the time they’d spend away from each other. Remus loved his sweaters, especially the ones you could see were homemade, carefully knitted in a time consuming task he admired so dearly, for it brought him his most beloved items of clothing.

However, as much as he liked the little traditions and seasonal recurrences that had been with him for years to date, this autumn was the first recurrence that involved you. No matter how small the chill, if he even caught a glimpse of one, his sweater would be shed or retrieved from a drawer and placed over your body in the most loving fashion. Not only did the sight fill him with such joy, such peace, but watching your hands sink behind the ends of the sleeves and your body lose it’s framing within the thick threads, made his heart swell. It was certainly a sight to behold, something that would play on his mind as he fell asleep, while he daydreamed next to open windows as the rain pattered against the glass.

If all is to be lost one day, as Remus was not frightened that it would be, and he was granted one thing to keep for himself as he faded from conscious life into the darkness, he would choose the very first time he’d offered his jumper to you. To feel his eyes close and the image of you conjure before him in the abyss, your smile and bright eyes glistening as the material hugged your figure, the way you brought the collar closer to your face so as to breathe in his scent and how yours was left behind, mingling with his so the next time he wore it, he was reminded that in all the world of people there was, he was yours and you were his.

And behind you, he could remember the autumn leaves trickling down from tree branches, like birds doomed to singular flight, a flight that induced perfect freedom and damnation. He knew that soon, the leaves would crisp, and he would have the pleasure of watching you crush them beneath your feet just to hear the sound. The clouds were not spectacular that day, they were grey and looming over the grounds in a taunting manner. But he was not afraid of the rain, for he knew if he were to be blessed with it, he would, in turn, be blessed with you twirling under the icy, crystalised rain drops, holding your hand out for him as an invitation.

But that day, as you sunk further into the common room sofa in front of the window, clutching the book you were reading close to your chest, surrounded by colours that complemented autumn almost too perfectly—drapes, tapestries and carpets of reds and fire-cast shadows of orange—he smiled to himself, knowing it was one moment he would never give up, not to age, time nor death.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked from beside Remus, noticing the pages of his book had lost their observer.

Remus turned to look at you, smiling affectionately, “Only you, my dear,” he replied, kissing your temple sweetly.

[inkwell1013]

Fluff October - Day 9 - Snowy Day - Good Omens

[Prompts are here by the way] 

 Crowley had experienced many rude awakenings in his lifetime. This was a prime example of one. His young charge had thrown open the door and pounced onto Crowley’s bed, startling him awake.

 “Nanny. Nanny. Nanny,” he repeated incessantly. “Are you awake?”

 “I certainly am now,” he sighed. “What have I told you about waking me up early young man?

 “Not to do it. But look,” he exclaimed, pulling apart the curtains. “Its snowing!”

 The kid was practically trembling with excitement. It was then that Crowley realized in the five years he had been caring for warlock, it hadn’t snowed once. Call it coincidence, call it something else, but the truth of the matter was that Warlock had never seen snow.

 Well there was one time when he was just a toddler, but there was no way that he could have remembered that. He was only two years old then.

 “Can we go play in the snow Nanny?” he begged.

 Crowley nodded in agreement. “Go get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

 “Do I have to get dressed?” whined Warlock. “I don’t want to.”

 “Yes, Lock. You have to wear proper clothes outside - especially if it’s snowing - or you’ll get a cold.” Warlock crossed his arms over his dinosaur pajamas in mock defiance.

 “Don’t want to,” he grumbled.

 Crowley smirked a little. “If you go get dressed right now I’ll ask Mr Francis if he will come with us.”

 Warlock immediately beamed and raced off into his room. He absolutely adored the gentle gardener, who was in reality just Aziraphale in disguise. Crowley was ever so slightly jealous.

 Crowley quickly dressed himself and went to check on Warlock. Warlock was struggling to do up the buttons of his coat. Crowley quickly buttoned the coat up for him.

 The two proceeded to go downstairs, stopping in the kitchen before leaving. Crowley smiled and greeted one of the cooks, Maria. “Morning Maria,” he said.

 “Miss Ashtoreth, you’re up early,” remarked Maria, as she wiped down the side.

 “Well, this one wanted to go out in the snow and I can’t say no to him.” He quickly ruffled Warlock’s hair. Maria laughed a little. “Anyway, if Mrs Dowling asks where we are, can you tell her that we’ve gone out in the woods? We’ll be back by ten o’clock.”

 “Absolutely Miss Ashtoreth,” replied Maria, though both she and Crowley knew that Mrs Dowling wouldn’t ask. She was involved very little in the raising of her son. One might feel inclined to call her a bad mother, but her husband wasn’t much better. Not bad parents, just absent.

 Though that could be much worse. Crowley had seen how sad Warlock was when his parents were never there to pick him up from school or always missed his football games. There was only so much Crowley could do to lessen that pain, mostly by just being there for his charge.

 Crowley and Warlock made their way out the draft old mansion, into the grounds of the house. The gardens had been carefully tended to by Aziraphale for over seven years. Aziraphale knew every single plant, every herb, every tree and every flower on the grounds with an almost encyclopedic standard.

 They soon arrived at the tiny house that Crowley stayed in. He slept further out on the grounds so that he could easily tend to all plants there and didn’t have to travel hours into the grounds every morning.

 He knocked on the door, where a bed headed Aziraphale answered. “Good morning Crow- I mean Miss Ashtoreth. What brings you to my place so early in the morning?”

 “Warlock wanted you to come play with us. It’s snowing.”

 “That it is. Give me five minutes to get ready and I’ll come.”

 About five minutes later, Aziraphale came back outside, looking considerably neater and better dressed. They started with the most classic snow day activity – making a snowman. Warlock insisted on doing it himself and because his fine motor skills weren’t the best, the snowman ended up considerably lopsided.

 Crowley immediately suggested a snowball fight, which was fun. Warlock was very good at sneaking up on them. After a while, Crowley checked his watch and decided it was time to make their way back.

 Halfway back to the house, Warlock announced that he was too exhausted to take another step and demanded that Aziraphale carry him the rest of the way. Aziraphale happily complied, scooping the child up in his arms.

 A few minutes later, Warlock was sound asleep, his head rested against Aziraphale’s chest. “He’s pretty tuckered out,” chucked Aziraphale.

 “He had an early morning,” responded Crowley. “He really loves you. He never lets me carry him. Not anymore.”

 “He loves you too. He talks about you all the time. Thinks you’re incredible.”

 Crowley smiled. They had raised such a sweet boy.

 Before they even knew it, they were back at the house. Crowley took the sleeping Warlock and bade Aziraphale goodbye. Being as careful as he could not to wake up the kid, he put him down for his nap.

Godfathers. That was what they were.

[thatanimenerd101]

Angels and Devils

Day 1 of fluff October/November: Angels

Paring: Hawks x g/n reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings/Genre: Fluff and wholesome. Little bit of tension at the end. If you get my drift 😉

Tag list: @tryna-imagine @keigos-dove @tooloudarts @zyrielwolf @alesipanic @queensynderella (if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know.)

It took a lot of long endless phone calls to get your boyfriend a day off from work, he was a workaholic and he needed a day off. But after complaining so much and emailing to the hero commission, Hawks finally was rewarded with a day off. It was a holiday a matter of a fact, Halloween. It has grown popular since Disneyland hosted its first Halloween party back in 2000. You went behind your boyfriend’s back and bought costumes, and some white feather safe spray paint. You also somehow got his schedule for the month, well for his patrol at least. You knew he did other things but he wasn’t allowed to tell you and you were okay with that. Even if he came home covered in cuts and blood. You never asked, all you would do was clean his wounds and give him a massage. Making sure to tell him he was doing a good job and that one day heroes will have more free time. You knew where he was sore the most, around his wings and his lower back. Hawks was out on a mission for the next two weeks so you knew he would never see what package you were receiving in the mail. You had made sure to use your own card and account so that would be able to surprise him. There was no way he would be able to find out, unless his feathers could hear. He had his feathers all over your shared apartment. The only issue you would have, is if Hawks decided to stop in while you were sleeping. He probably won’t, for his and your own safety. But sometimes he needed to make sure you were alive. Even if it was just you sleeping in your shared bed.

You had finally gotten the last package that contained the rest of Hawks’s costume, his halo. You had it custom made for him,all white and one red feather. You had the white toga, the sandals, the white paint for his wings and now the halo. All you had to do was wait for the day and your birdman. This year you were going to be a devil and he would be an angel. You had gotten the idea from Takamki’s flirting. He also did look like an actual angel, his wings were so large and comforting. You missed being in his wings, you missed him. The nights when he was home, he would sing to you until you fell asleep.

The day finally came, well technically the night before the holiday. He knocked on the balcony door for you to let him in, he again looked exhausted as usual. You opened the door and let him in. He immediately nuzzled into your neck.

“Long day Pretty bird?” You rub circles on his back.

He hummed in response.

“Don’t worry, I can get you all cleaned up and we can go to sleep.” You smiled and started rubbing his back near the base of his wings.

“No.” He blurred out.

“No? Why?”

“I wanna be near you for the next twenty four hours.”

After some convincing, he had taken a shower and was now wearing some black boxers. Once he got his wings to dry he laid down on your chest and spread his wings out. (I think his wing span is like 9-11 feet, I mean, have you seen them!) You ran your fingers through his hair and he passed out.

Your friends were having a small Halloween party in the afternoon before all the craziness was about to begin. Some preteens would go around TP people’s houses, and trees. But while some children were out trick or treating, you and Hawks would be enjoying a night together. Well away from the media, they also somehow manage to make up some shit and people believe it.

The time finally came, Keigo was scrolling through his phone. It was almost time for the party. He still had no idea what you were planning, he was glued to the screen.

“Hey Pretty Bird, I need you to come here please.” You made sure to sound as innocent as humanly possible. Your costume showed some skin well the lace on your legs was see through, you knew Keigo loved it when your thighs were exposed. You had a red and black full bodysuit on. There was lace from the high thigh to the calf. You had a leather belt with “Little feather” embroidered in it. Along with a headband with some horns to top it all off.

“Coming baby bird.” He chirped.

Once he saw you, he smirked. His face was tinted pink.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

“It’s Halloween birdie! Now it’s time to get you ready! We are going to my friend’s party in an hour.” You smiled and gave him a box. “Go get dressed, I’ll do your makeup and your wings!”

“Woah, woah. Hold the phone little feather. First of all, you look hot as fuck right now, second of all, I already planned a little something for us tonight.” He looked inside and smirked.

“I know I’m hot, you tell me all the time. But don’t worry. We will only be out for a couple of hours.” You leaned in closer to him. “Don’t worry, we can still have our fun.”

Both of your cheeks were dusted pink, we knew what was going to happen. But moving those thoughts aside you watched your boyfriend change. He knew you were watching. Being the tease he is, he flexed all his muscles and wings. You were practically drooling, even though you’ve seen him a thousand times like this.

“Looks like I’m the angel and you're my little devil today.” He grinned and Putin his white toga. You started to think that maybe his wings didn’t need to be changed. Your brain went to mush, he was practically half naked.

“Let’s go to your friend’s party and get some candy!” Keigo smirked. “Oh does this angel need to teach the little devil a lesson?”

You smirked back at him and grabbed onto his costume. “I think I need a lesson later tonight.” You leaned in.

“You got it baby bird.”

[moony-to-ur-pads]

COUNTING KISSES

tw: major character death, mentions of war, implied sex

The first time James kisses her, he doesn’t think. He can’t. He is enraptured by the feel of her, the warmth of her, the taste of her. When they pull apart, he blurts out—

“Apples and honey. You taste like apples and honey.”

She’s red-cheeked and breathless, her eyes the colour of a dew-crusted Quidditch pitch. “What?” she whispers, looking pleased and incredulous all all at once. “What, Potter?”

“Apples and honey,” James mumbles, feeling sheepish.

Evans doesn’t let him forget what he said for a week. Not that he’d ever forget.

James Potter is sure that that kiss, that very moment, will be engraved into his memory for the rest of his life.

…

At first, he counts their kisses.

The afternoon by the lake, when they’d told the others.

The drunken night at the Hog’s Head when he’d thrown up all over himself and she’d pressed him up to a wall anyways.

The evening at the Halloween feast, when she’d tasted of pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs.

One kiss comes with a hundred others, all wrapped up in one perfect afternoon.

Soon, he loses count. Their love is a fiery blur—he loses track of everything when he’s with her. As if her very presence is enough to wipe his mind clean and turn him into a sweet stammering schoolboy with a sweet stirring crush.

…

Their last night at Hogwarts, he begs for a lifetime with her. She tells him a lifetime would hardly be enough, that eternity with him would barely suffice.

He thinks she tastes like apples and honey.

That night, they stumble into territory there-forth un-walked. There’s nervous laughter at first, unsure hands and anxious whispers. Then all that melts away, disbanded in the mindless heat of passion.

He’ll remember that night forever. So will she.

For a lifetime together, for eternity.

…

First year out of school, and he’s back to counting kisses, counting nights together.

They’re so precious, he treasures every one, spares each a special place in a secluded corner of his mind. When it all grows too much, when the darkness overwhelms him and the thunder of war beats him to jagged pieces, James retreats within himself—to that quiet corner, that safe haven. He think of green eyes, of warmth, of apples and honey.

One night, she whispers the words neither of them dare say.

“What if we don’t make it through this, James?”

There’s a bruise on her cheek, a healing scab spanning a scrape on her forehead. She’s had it bad this time. They’ve had quite the fright. James is exhausted. He has no idea what she must be.

“We will,” he insists. “We will make it.”

“And if we don’t?”

“Lily, if you think a nose-less freak can keep us from each other, think again. We’ll never be apart. Together, forever—for eternity, remember?”

He sounds like a child. He knows it. She does, too. They cling to childish innocence and turn their faces from the terrible truth.

They will make it through this.

She kisses him again, but this time, the kiss feels bitter. Laced with fear, with the knowledge that forever is nothing more than a sweet stirring lie.

…

She’s round.

He’s scared. More terrified than he’s ever been.

She kisses him, and the fear melts away.

They will make it through this. All three of them.

…

Once upon a time, a fifteen-year-old—day-dreaming in a particularly boring History of Magic class—had imagined his last ever kiss with Lily Evans.

They hadn’t even shared a first kiss at that point. But that had seemed beside the point.

To the school boy, to the child with only half an inkling of life’s cruelties and the eyes of a hopeless romantic, the last kiss had been something beautiful. There’d been a patio, a rocking chair. A sunset, if he remembered right. They’d whispered wise words of romance to each other, both on the far side of ninety, their blue-veined, liver-spotted hands clutched in each other’s, as they let a lifetime together slip into eternity.

Reality proved rather different.

“Lily, take Harry and go! Its him!”

As James Potter sprints into the hallway, knowing with unnerving calmness who lurks at the door, he finds that he can’t remember when the last time was—not a swift peck on the cheeks or a brief brush of lips—when the real last time was. Before Harry? No, that couldn’t be right…

“Run! I’ll hold him off—”

The hooded figure raises His wand, and James Potter realises he’s come unarmed.

Together forever, he thinks, for eternity.

And he hopes, he hopes with all his might, that it would be otherwise. James would take an eternity apart from her, if He’d just let her live.

Cruel, cold laughter falls from His lips, and James Potter sees a burst of emerald light.

[mdnghtfae]

the miya’s birthday

characters: atsumu, osamu; post! timeskip

wc: 989

warnings: spoiler at the beginning about osamu

a/n: kinda angsty, maybe even bittersweet?? it’s still october 5th in calfornia so bite me, ‘kay? this isn’t proofread either so if you catch anything please let me know

It was October 4th, just a few minutes before midnight, before October 5th, and Osamu was closing up Miya Onigiri. He twisted the key in the lock, pulling the key out after hearing a soft click, and begins the short walk to his car. The night was quiet save for his footsteps against the pavement and the buzzing of the lampposts lining the sidewalk. He was tired, to say the least, and wasn’t exactly looking forward to his birthday.

Don’t get him wrong, sharing his birthday with a twin can be fun, and he would say he cherished each and every birthday spent beside Atsumu; however, this birthday would be different, it’d be quieter, less exciting. He didn’t hold anything against Atsumu, after all, his brother was just doing what he loved.

They both were lucky enough to be doing what they had only dreamed of as high schoolers. Osamu chuckles, noting that they were such kids when attending Inarizaki. That time of their lives seems so far away now, like a hazy fog in the morning that is gone by midday. Osamu unlocks his car, getting in swiftly and turning the key in the ignition. The engine purrs as the car awaits to be driven. Osamu knows he won’t make it home before midnight, so he waits in his car instead, waits because he knows his brother will call.

And just a minute before midnight, his phone lights up with a call from his twin brother, from the person who he can always count on no matter what. Osamu rubs his eyes to clear his vision, which had begun to blur due to how tired he is. He answers the call and Atsumu, sticking to his very nature, begins to obnoxiously sing Happy Birthday. Osamu laughs and sings along, sleep long forgotten because Atsumu can make you forget whatever it is you’re feeling for a moment, can make you forget your sorrows while he’s with you.

Once the off-key singing is over, they both speak.

“Happy birthday, ‘samu.”

“Happy birthday, ‘tsumu.”

They look at each other, not all surprised they spoke at the same time because they’d done that plenty of times before. And true to their nature, they both burst into a face-splitting fit of laughter, both probably reminiscing about how they used to speak simultaneously so often as kids that it freaked their mom and other kids out.

Osamu manages to calm down first, and at seeing Atsumu wipe tears from the corners of his eyes, he blurts out, “I miss ya.”

Atsumu’s joyous smile turns into one of nostalgia, a smile that seems equally sad as it is happy, as he reminisces of moments from when they were kids. “I miss ya too, ‘samu.”

In the midst of the silence that fell after the quiet confessions, Atsumu finally takes notice of Osamu’s surroundings. “Ya still at work?”

“Nah, just in my car.”

Atsumu shakes his head. “But at work.”

“Well...yeah. In the parking lot of my job.”

“Ya mean yer dream job.”

“Where are ya taking this conversation, ‘tsumu?”

Atsumu sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as he ponders. With one hand, he begins to pick at the skin of his thumbnail, because where was this conversation headed. Truthfully, he knew what it is he wanted to say, and he was never one to hold back, so why was he struggling to just say what he needed to say.

Osamu picks up on his brother’s inner turmoil, having a gut feeling as to what Atsumu meant. “‘tsumu...I don’t hold it against ya. Yer where you need to be, the same way I’m where I need to be.”

Atsumu looks at his brother through the phone, eyes glossing over with tears desperately wanting to tip over. And he recalls to when they were in grade school, when they had finally made it to the double digits.

They stood under a big tree, about to bury a time capsule that they promised to open after another decade. Both were covered in dirt from head to toe, and Atsumu had even gotten some in his hair. You’d think they used each other to dig a hole instead of a shovel with how dirty they were.

Under the big tree that enveloped them in it’s cool shade they also promised each other to always celebrate every birthday together, no matter what. It didn’t matter if they were in the middle of a fight or if they were too busy, they promised to do whatever it takes to be together for every birthday. And so they upheld that promise, a promise so special, a promise that held the weight of the world, every year. That is, until...

Until today, with the Miya twins staring at each other through a phone screen, turning 26 away from each other. But Osamu couldn’t blame Atsumu. Atsumu was doing what he wanted with a passion so intense it was enviable. But Osamu was on the same page with that same passion, so he understood Atsumu. And it would’ve been hypocritical of him to expect Atsumu to fly back, when he could’ve flown to his brother all the same.

“Yer not mad?”

Osamu offers a genuine smile. “No, ‘tsumu. I could never be mad at ya for doing what ya love. Volleyball needed ya elsewhere, and my shop needs me here.”

Atsumu smiles a relieved smile, yet his eyes water again. “‘m still sorry I couldn’t make it.”

Osamu waves him off. “We’ll have next year.”

Atsumu smiles, because he knows he can count on Osamu the same way his brother counts on him. No matter how many fights they get in, they’ll always have each other. Atsumu nods in agreement, wiping at his eyes so he can see Osamu clearly. “Yeah, we will.”

[beom1e]

[ 3:01 am ] #26 — a bang in the night

pairing yeonjun x gn! reader. genre fluff, slight angst. wc 317.

‘yeonjun!’ you tried to shake your sleeping boyfriend awake, roughly pushing at his shoulder in a panic. he merely hummed and reached out for your hand to stop your movements, whining about how he was sleeping. ‘there’s somebody in our kitchen!’

at that, he shot up in an instant and checked if you were okay. he pulled you into his arms, holding your shaking figure against his chest. but you pushed him away, telling him he had to go check the kitchen for an intruder.

‘stay right here,’ yeonjun kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed. in the kitchen, he switched on the light and scanned the room for anybody. his eyes landed on a book that had fallen from the counter, pages bending upon impact with the floor. he picked it up without another thought, positioning it safely on the counter and switching off the light again.

you waited anxiously under the covers, shaking and peeking over the top of them. yeonjun returned quietly, closing the bedroom door behind himself and getting back into bed.

‘was anybody there?’ reaching your hand out for him, you tried to stop your shaking. ‘i heard a bang like somebody was looking through our drawers.’

‘a book fell from the counter,’ he reassured you, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. ‘nobody was there, baby.’

‘but i thought—’ he cut you off by shushing you.

‘i know, i know,’ his attempt at comforting you seemed to work. you stopped shaking, relaxing into his hold and feeling yourself become sleepy again. ‘go back to sleep.’

you were always jumpy close to the end of october. you were just glad you had somebody like yeonjun to put up with your constant panicking over nothing. his lips softly met your shoulder before you drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of your heroic boyfriend.

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Pumpkin

"Hello, my cute little pumpkin," Draco cooed at the gurgling baby in front of him.

Teddy's hair rapidly turned blonde to match Draco.

He looked adorable in his green onesie with a smiling pumpkin around his belly, little orange booties and a hat with a leaf.

"Pummi," he babbled grabbing a lock of Draco's hair.

"Yes, you're a pumpkin! What a clever boy," he said fondly.

"Sap," coughed Harry from behind him.

"As if he doesn't have you wrapped around his little finger," Draco countered placing a kiss on the little one's soft hair that had now changed to black.

October Prompt #3 - @drarrymicrofic | Prompt - Pumpkin