#hazelnoot

[splendidlyinlove]

Stay A Little Longer

Pairing: Coops 

Rating: Teen and Up 

Summary: Sirius is at the Dumais Holiday party and wanders off a bit on his own. Remus has a very important question to ask. 

Read it on ao3! 

All characters belong to the very talented @lumosinlove !

Content Warning for mention of holidays and implied sexual content!

The house was warm, the Dumais house always was, especially around the holidays. Right now it was full to the brim with hockey players and family. Sirius could hear the faint laughter pouring through the walls. He missed this. The ability to live with no pressure, to just be. It hit him over dinner while Logan was making him laugh so hard he could barely breathe, he was so happy. 

It was a bit overwhelming, scary even. He let himself wander away a bit, climbing the stairs.  Sirius looked at the picture frames hung along the hallway as he walked through the second floor. Endless photos of the Dumais children and their parents in various poses were sprawled across the walls, creating a very eclectic collage. Sirius chuckled to himself at one where Katie looked to be about three and was wearing five different costumes at once with Tinkerbell sunglasses to match. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his own face and looked closer. It was a photo of him and Remus, a photo that Sirius was pretty sure that neither of them knew was taken. Remus was sitting in his stall while Sirius leaned against its wall and they both were looking at each other with enamored smiles. Sirius flushed a bit as he giddy feeling zinged down his spine. So much has changed in so little time.  He never thought he would be able to have-

A hand shot out of a doorway and dragged him inside. Sirius’s back hit the door after it closed and Remus’s mouth was instantly on his. Sirius hummed happily after the initial shock melted away and cradled the back of Remus’s head. 

“You know you don't have to do this anymore, we’re engaged you could have just asked” Sirius chuckled, sliding his hand down to cup the back of Remus’s neck. 

Remus glared playfully at Sirius. “Someone has to keep you on your toes, Captain. This is way more exciting.” 

“Not that I’m complaining, but you dragged me into this room just so we could make out like some horny teenagers?” 

“....I may have had some ulterior motives.”

“Oh?” 

“I wanted to give you your Christmas present.” Remus stepped away from Sirius and sat on the bed inside the room. It was then that Sirius realized what room they were in. His face broke into a sly grin. 

“Does this gift involve you naked and or in my jersey again?”

“No, but it could involve me in Logan’s t-shirt again if you’re not careful.” Sirius’s smile instantly dropped from his face. Remus laughed. 

Remus patted beside him on the bed. “Come here, sit.” 

“Yes, captain.” 

Remus playfully rolled his eyes. Sirius sat down and Remus took his hand. 

He was silent for a moment before saying, “I love you, endlessly. I never thought I could have you and I am so thankful that I am able to every day. I know I’m kinda late to this but I could not live with myself if I didn’t do this so…” Remus pulled a small black box out of his pocket and flipped it open. Inside was a half gold half silver ring with the words mon étoile engraved on the inside. 

Remus gave a small, shy smile. “Marry me?” 

Sirius’s eyes welled up with tears. “ I- But we’re already engaged?” 

Remus gave a small shrug. “You deserve to be proposed to too.” A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Plus I had to one up you.”

Sirius let out a watery laugh. “Oui, oui. Mon dieu, oui.” 

Remus’s face lit up. They struggled to put the ring on several times through kisses as they fell back onto the bed. Sirius never thought he would be able to have this, thank god he was proven wrong.

[bbqbastard]

Gemakkelijk de beste gerookte chocoladesaus maken voor bij churros

[margotsenden]

I am slowly making progress with the illustrations of my picture book. Yes, you read that correct: my picture book. After illustrating more than 25 books in the last 13 years, my publisher and I thought it was time to write and illustrate my own. I am so grateful my publisher believes in this book project standing so close to me. This book is personal to me because it depicts a magical journey through my own garden, field and the forest near my home as well as my love for hidden beauty and fairies. #illustrationartists #childrensbookillustration #picturebooks #illustrations #seasons #holbeingouache #holbeinwatercolors #mijellomissiongold #princetonbrushes #nature #forest #zuidlimburg #oak #chestnut #hazelnoot #hazelaar #fairy #fairies #clavisbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgy_k9aDLQy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[noots-fic-fests]

Since Finn had his birthday... I say it's safe to start prepping for Halloween!

Behold: the 2023 Fic-O-Ween prompt list! (created this year by the lovely @arrowofcarnations!)

You have more than 2 months to write, draw, or otherwise create for the fest as we start posting and reblogging on October 19. There will be a 30 day reminder post on September 19 and a week before the start date, so fret not!

The daily prompt cards will be uploaded soon-- you're encouraged to use them as the "cover photo" at the top of each day's post.

More instructions to come!

Happy Spooky Season!!

[nikarie5]

Pumpkin Spice - drabble

Rating: General Audience - there are ships, and they have sailed. General description: Zoo trip with a toddler. Bonus material: Toddler is better at art than the author is. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, and @hazelnoot-analyst

Cap and Loops join James and Lily on an excursion, taking not-quite-3-year-old Harry for his first visit to the zoo. At the zoo shop afterwards, Harry doesn’t want a little lion toy, but instead hones in immediately on a giant stuffed red panda. “Sweetie, it is bigger than you, you won’t be able to carry him home.”

"‘Sa colour ‘a punkin spice. ‘Sa best spice. Like Momma's hair. Gonna call her Pie." Sirius and Remus sneak the purchase through while James and Lily are preoccupied with getting Harry to use the bathroom before they head back to the car.

"Tanks Unca Pafoo’! Tanks Unca ‘Oops!" ---

Unca Pafoo! Unca Pafoo! Pie painted you a picture! For your fridge! 'Sa burnt pumpkin pie!

[Picture description: 44 inch stuffed red panda sitting on a wooden table with its paws folded as if silently asking you to admire its artwork. The artwork is in front of the stuffed red panda, a crinkly A4 sheet painted with abstract swirls of olive green and orange paint.] *This was a "get well" picture made for me by my friend's three year old. It really is titled burnt pumpkin pie. Pie is actually called Panda Roux, and you can find their cousins in zoo shops around the world or online. They provide excellent lumbar support. **Most of my submissions from here on out are likely to be short, or silly and very low effort, and there is only one that might maybe be in French...

Sorry.

[autisticlenaluthor]

goodnight to everyone except for people who pronounce Reeses like 'rees-EEs', people who label foods as 'good' or 'bad' in the year 2023, people who genuinely like Lip Gallagher in the early seasons of shameless, people who willingly eat blue cheese salad dressing, and people who say 'omg im so sorry for the mess!!' before showing you the cleanest fucking room you've ever seen

[ladymdc]

You are loved!!!! I put a soft cozy weighted blanket and a Hazelnoot on you

😭♥️ thank you friend. I am feeling very comfy & loved— and so is Hazelnoot.

[iindigenize]

SUM1 PUT HAZELNOOT IN THE MORNING COFFEE IM GONNA LOSE IY

[mortimermcmirestinks]

me: sees anything with the word "hazelnut" in it

that one tumblr post about nutella from like ten years ago: hazelnoot

me: hehe hazelnoot

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Crazy to me that some people pronounce Nutella as noo-tella or new-tella. Like. there’s no such thing as a hazelnoot unless you’re pingu.

[splendidlyinlove]

What Are You Doing With Your Whole Life? How About Forever?

Pairing: Coops

Rating: Teen and Up 

Summary: Sirius hurts himself at a hockey match, so Remus finds himself back at the hospital. Things are different this time though 

Fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint but it's resolved. 

TW: hospitals, mentions of past injuries and current injuries, depiction of being inebriated, small depiction of anxiety/PTSD 

Read it on ao3!

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black belong to JK Rowling (unfortunately) 

Coops comes from the mind of the wonderfully talented @lumosinlove <3

It was eleven at night on a Friday and Remus was sitting in a hospital waiting room, counting the specks on the tiles and bouncing his leg to a nervous beat. His hair, still wet from his post game shower occasionally dripped on the floor, haloing his shadow. Hospital rooms never got easier, he got better at coping, but they still never got easier. The sounds and smells are all too familiar to forget. Remus kept rubbing his thumb over the face of his watch, a gentle reminder of the time that had passed and the reason he was here this time. Sirius. Sirius, who got hit in just the wrong place during tonight's game. Sirius, who right now is in the room with the doctor getting his shoulder reset. 

“Mr. Lupin, right?” a man in a white coat asked, furtively scribbling a couple of notes on his clipboard before holding his hand out for a handshake. 

Remus snapped his head up and wiped his hands on his pants before standing and taking the doctor's hand. “Yes. How is he?” 

“He’s completely fine, nothing torn, fairly minor dislocation, he should be good in a couple of weeks.” The doctor gave a warm, reassuring smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “You can go in now if you like, but just so you know he is on some painkillers that make him a bit loopy and we had to give him laughing gas in order to reset his shoulder. The laughing gas should wear off in about thirty minutes after it does, we just want to do one more check on him and then you guys are good to go.” 

Remus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Thank you so much doctor.” He smiled at the man and then headed towards the room that Sirius was in. He stopped with his hand on the handle of the door listening to the muffled babbling Sirius was directing towards the nurse taking his vitals. It was half in French, half in English and completely, utterly intelligible. Remus felt his chest loosen from the worry that had been constricting his lungs for the better part of an hour. The corners of his mouth turned up at the edges while he pushed the door open. Sirius noticed him immediately, stopping his current sentence in its tracks as a slow, dopey smile spread across his face. His unfocused eyes dragged over every inch of Remus almost in reverie. 

“Hi.” Remus held the door open for the nurse as she left and then walked over to the side of the bed. He reached out his hand to brush sweaty curls out of Sirius’s face. “How are you feeling?” 

Sirius looked at Remus up and down again, a blush rose to his cheeks. “You're still wearing your suit.” He slurred as he blinked slowly up at Remus. 

Remus paused, his hand freezing between locks of Sirius’s hair. He teasingly squinted his eyes before tilting his head slightly. “Are you flirting with me?”  

Sirius immediately burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Remus chuckled along as he pulled a chair closer to Sirius's bedside and took hold of Sirius’s hand that wasn't in a sling. “But really, how are you feeling?” 

Sirius scoffed, still smiling. “Je me sens bien! Never felt better. I’m completely and totally myself” Sirius said as if it was obvious. 

Remus grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Jeez, you really are loopy.” 

Sirius broke into a dopey, sickly in love grin. “Jeez” he hummed fondly. “Wait-” Sirius eyebrows scrunched together in confused recognition. His eyes darting all over Remus’s face searching for an answer that was on the tip of his tongue before his face lit up. “Oh!” He pointed at Remus with a mischievous grin. “Loop-” 

Remus covered his mouth with his hand, fondly shushing him through chuckles while shaking his head. “I can’t believe you're making puns after dislocating your shoulder.” Remus picked up the pitcher on the table and poured water into a small dixie cup while eyeing the pretzels they left for Sirius in a small styrofoam bowl. “Here, you should really eat and drink something. It’ll help make the loopiness wear off faster. The doctor said we can’t leave until it wears off- what?” 

All joking and mischief had completely gone from Sirius's face. He was looking at Remus intently. His face inching towards Remus’s, mouth slightly agape in awe, as he brought his uninjured hand to softly caress Remus's cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Your eyes. Your eyes. Holy shit, mon dieu.” 

Remus held Sirius’s wrist as he caressed his cheek. Sirius’s thumb gently dragged across the tips of his eyelashes. “What about my eyes?” 

“They're beautiful. You’re beautiful. Do I tell you how beautiful your eyes are enough? I should tell you more. Mon loup, The color it’s…..I don't know the word in English, they're like caramel baby, caramel.” 

“Caramel? Like the candy?” 

“Oui. What's it called in English?” 

Remus let out a small, quiet laugh. “It’s called the same thing in English love.”

“Oh” Sirius said simply, resting his forehead against Remus’s, bumping their noses together. Sirius looked into Remus’s eyes for a couple seconds before meeting his lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled back a faint blush had risen to his cheeks and his eyes were soft. “Je t’aime” he said, like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. 

Remus supposed it was. “I love you too.” 

“Marry me?” 

Remus bit his lip as he started to smile. “You already asked me that one.”

“No, I mean marry me again.”

“Sirius, we haven't even had our first wedding yet” Remus giggled, shaking his head in a fond disbelief, reaching up to cup Sirius’s cheek. 

Sirius shrugged with his good shoulder. “I know, but I already want to get married to you again. Marry me again?” Sirius caressed Remus’s wrist thumbing over the smooth face of his watch. 

Remus smiled. Things had changed. He wasn’t eighteen. The hospital room walls weren't trying to swallow him up anymore. The blue of the curtains didn't make him sick. The beeping of machines did not reverberate off the walls of his ribcage. The corners of his life were no longer dark. Light emanated from where Sirius lay outwards. It was eleven at night, pitch black outside, and yet the sun was still bursting through the windows. The future was still unknown, but this time he wasn't scared.  

“I suppose that can be arranged.” Remus kissed Sirius long and slow.  

[fruitcoops]

good morning (or whatever time it is where you are)! eve, i've been through your masterlist like 10 times looking for a specific coops fic (not that i'm mad about it lol your writing is amazing) that i could've sworn you wrote and either I'm just stupid and keep missing it or i'm crazy and dreamed it, but it's pre-sw, around the time remus was hired (i think?), dinner at dumo's and remus has an allergic reaction (to almonds?) and has to stab himself with his own epipen?

i am going crazy trying to find it, i even checked out hazelnoot-analyst's tag list and couldn't find it. please if you (or anyone) know where it is (or if you didn't write it, who did) i would scream in joy

thanks love you bye <3

Hmm, not me. If anyone knows, please link it in the replies of this post so people can find it!

[audiovisualrecall]

Also imo Nutella should be pronounced nut-tella and not noot-tella. Because they're not hazelNOOTS.

[bogdanklimowicz]

Game (Jeu). . Flat White. Advertised… as “(Special voor La Jeu's rustige genieters de Specialty Coffee blend van: Brazilie & Colombia. Je proeft nu een (h)eerlike medium zoete espresso met tonen van pure chocolade, hazelnoot & karamel.)” “Special for La Jeu's quiet connoisseurs the Specialty Coffee blend from: Brazil & Colombia. You now taste a delicious medium sweet espresso with notes of dark chocolate, hazelnut & caramel.” . Drinking… in Den Bosch, a flat white coffee at La Jeu Coffee. . Listened… to Young Dumb & Broke by Khalid (2017). What song would you listen to? . Singing “Jump then we think, leave it all in the game of love Love Run into sin, do it all in the name of fun Fun Whoa-oa-oa I'm so high at the moment I'm so caught up in this Yeah, we're just young, dumb and broke But we still got love to give.” . La Jeu Coffee, Hinthamerstraat 190, Den Bosch, Netherlands (Nederland). . . . . . #gamejeu #jeu #flatwhite #coffee #latte #espresso #latteart #coffeetime #coffeelover #cappuccino #coffeeshop #cafe #coffeeaddict #baristalife #specialtycoffee #coffeegram #coffeelovers #instacoffee #fairtrade #waardenboscheet @waardenboscheet #lajeucoffee @lajeucoffee #hinthamerstraat #denbosch #nederland #netherlands . #bogdanklimowicz #foodie #foodblogger #youngdumbandbroke #khalid . (at La Jeu Coffee & Barista) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coy8IPWtQMq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[noots-fic-fests]

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8/19/23