#lav drabble game

[doodling-doodle]

WIP Title game

RULES: post the titles of all the WIPS you have no matter how ridiculous or non-descriptive, let people send you asks about the titles and then post a snippet or talk about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs

Tagged by @lvndr-swtr, and oh boy do I have treats for you my friend

Get a snack, guys

A New Type Of Mission

Task Force Chaos

An Ice Touch CH.2 (please don't kill me, Lav)

Los Reyes De Las Almas CH.2

Hunter and Hunted CH.2

A New Life...?

Alex's Uncle

The Firefly Forest (where is your half, lavender?)

A New Year, The Same Mission

Revenge Gone Wrong

MIA add to Chaos

Ice Staking AU

Ghost AU

Undercover

Random TSOP and Cup-o-Canvas ideas

Nolan (I had an idea for Nolan)

Ideas for MW3 Zombies AU

Black Ops

Urzikstan

All I Needed For Christmas...

Western

Fluffcember (if that counts)

A Harsh Realization

I think that's it

I have too many, and a lot of these have multiple Drabbles for them

My main drabble folder currently has 51,295 words in it

So yeah

I can't tag this many people so

@angstkings @androgynousgaz @thatspookyghost (if you write)

Go nuts

And post your drawing WIPS too!

[jxngh]

pretend ⊹ฺ

request : 24 & 30 with jungkook.. 😏😏😏 < by @delugguk >

24 “i cant even pretend like i don’t want you anymore”

30 “i don’t think you were meant to send that to me”

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : almost smut?, fluff a bit

warnings : alcohol intake

word count : 1.1K

a/n : after seeing him jump and sing on that damn little tiktok i finished this fluffy, who can blame me tho? he's so endearing, pretty, talented ughhhh!!! ( the gif is chef's kiss ) andd! you can pick prompts from here for me to write more!

don't be a silent reader pls

coming home after a spontaneous shopping, you sat down on your living room, checking everything you bought. a parfume you were using for a while, wide leg jeans and crop tops, some jewelry that you planned to get but couldn't find time and.. the new black, mostly transparent, dress-like lingerie.

trying it on and checking yourself out in the mirror made you feel so good. you opened your phone and texted your besties that you found the sexiest lingerie.

of course they wanted to see it, so you took a picture and you didn't care about how playful you've seem because.. you know, they're friends and about the hype you.. so you acted like you're biting your left index finger and you quickly tapped your friends' names on the recent chats.

then you waited for their response, but suddenly a different name popped up.

jungkook : i don’t think you were meant to send that to me [ 11.20 PM ]

he was also in the recent chats because you two were working on the same project in your company, creating an initial advertising for your companys newest video game. and you did find him attractive - like everyone else did - ,his passion about everything he does, all black baggy outfits which he hid his toned body, being interested on what you're talking even it's the smallest annoyed expression, the eye smile he gives to you everytime he plays with you.. list was complicated yet full.

he seemed into you too but being coworkers could make things harder for you so you tried to keep it somewhere between flirt and work.

you quickly responded with feeling a little embarrassed, but some part of you desperately wanted him to refer for more.. what was he feeling now?

you : i'm sorry, you were also in my recent chats and i accidentally sent it.. [ 11.21 PM ]

you bit your lower lip and waited.

jungkook : i don't think i'm the one to say sorry.. [ 11.22 PM ]

you : uhm, what do you mean? [ 11.23 PM ]

jungkook : i mean the one you're supposed to send this to.. [ 11.24 PM ]

you : i don't think my besties would need that [ 11.24 PM ]

you typed with a small smirk on your face. he was definitely trying to learn if there's a guy. and to be honest, he was the only guy you felt trustable around you, the one you can try to be more. shit, you had a crush.

jungkook : oh, it's okay then. good night

didn't he believe me? was he cutting this off? didn't he feel anything? or he's trying to be respectful? is it because you're coworkers? ugh, i can't ask him, you thought. but you needed to know.

the next day, you went work wearing a black corset and small black shorts with a leather jacket on. cuz you've already planned to go clubbing with some coworkers, didn't know if they invited jungkook - or if he agreed to join -. your hair was wavy plus you added two small buns in the front, sharp eyeliner with a beautiful tone of red lips. definitely giving rock vibes but also cute. like him.

he looked at you, checked you out very quick and turned back to the screen in front of him after saying a small ' hi '. nd for the rest of the day you felt his eyes on you time to time, especially when you're not looking at him, talking with another people.

you felt a little upset that he didn't even say something about your looks. so you focused on your work till you're out with your friends.

before you left you took a final look at your work before joining your friends who were waiting outside of the company. he was leaving too, but you didn't look longer, maybe he didn't feel comfortable. so you left after saying a small ' bye ', still feeling upset.

but hearing the blast of music on the club, dancing bodies, you felt a bit better and let your body follow the rhythm after having couple shots. and not so after, you felt a big hand holding your waist, turning you back at them gently.

you narrowed your eyebrows and turned around to see who. you weren't expecting to see jungkook. his eyes seemed darker and he looked like he's definitely drank some.

" oh, look who we got here.. thought you were gonna ignore my existence. " you looked up and told these to his face, you could blame on alcohol so your hands found his shoulders, letting him hold your waist.. weren't really planning to hold back anything. " but don't talk now, dance first. " you said keeping his body closer, dancing sensuously.

" fuck, you look so pretty.. " he said with a low voice. then turned you around and pushed his body to you, slowly dancing on your rhythm, face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. his hands found your hips and made you dance together. you felt desirable. and with a small peck on your neck, you started grinding on him.

then his pecks turned to open mouth kisses.

" uh, when you move your pretty ass on me like that.. i can't even pretend like i don't want you anymore, pretty. " he whispered with a raspy tone.

then he held you from your wrist and lead you into his car. he was about to start the engine but your lips found each other's, somehow you ended up on top of him.. and the way his lips moved on yours, hands pulling you closer even though there's no space. he kissed you till you're out of breath.

when you stopped for breathing, you started to realize where you're at and what you're doing. your hands on his neck, his hands on your waist with a firm hold and now your eyes were locked. he looked at your swollen lips then closed his eyes, took a deep breath. your hands were now on his chest.

" i don't want you to misunderstand me. " he said opening his eyes. hands were still on your waist but just resting there. " this, " he pointed you both, " is not because of yesterday. " he added. " i've been thinking about you for a long time now, i also think i made it clear that i'm interested in you but never actually said cause of our work.. but i can't hold myself anymore. "

" don't. don't hold yourself, i feel the same jungkook. " and his hands found your cheek, tucked your hair behind your ear, pulled you into the sweetest kiss while you're both smiling.

" so.. you want some ramyeon? i mean for real, i'm hungry.. "

taglist : @nglmrk - @allora1233 - @youmyjhope - @raiiisstuff - @bookfrog242 - @athiesam - @hopestastic - @mapleglasses27 - @enhacolor - @dolphinmochi

[heartofspells]

For your ask game only if you have time and yes. I know what time it is.

Sirius surprising Remus on his birthday or a random holiday with something romantic and sweet, something special just for them but like he goes all out in true Sirius Black fashion. Pure. Chaos.

Can be either in school or out. Smut up to you.

Firstly, it was midnight. Midnight. You were meant to be asleep. Just because I don't sleep doesn't not mean you're supposed to follow in my chaotic footsteps. You're meant to be the healthy one, we've discussed this. Stop. It. Sirius will be angry. (Is that a proper scolding?)

Secondly, this is not a drabble by any stretch of the imagination, and I will never claim it to be such. Sirius is out of control, so enjoy that. I'll probably be posting this to AO3 for anyone who would prefer to read it there, because I'm in love with it, length and all.

Also, smut. Have fun!

It comes to Sirius, as most random bursts of revelations and ideas do, completely out of nowhere. He's on his hands and knees on the floor, back bowing, chest heaving from exertion. There's a ratty old flannel in one hand and a toothbrush that looks suspiciously like his own in his other. They're in detention again, him, James, and Peter – Remus had managed to escape, somehow – scrubbing the tiles of the third-floor boys' lav until they gleam, until "I can see my reflection in them, Black, stop arguing," as McGonagall had so eloquently set forth.

It's quiet as they clean other than Peter's random bouts of humming Christmas tunes that sets Sirius' teeth on edge, eventually causing him to hex his friend in retribution, small red and green boils bursting over the skin of his arms. Peter yelps and glares at Sirius, but Sirius ignores him, fully trapped within his revelation.

"It's Moony's birthday in two days," he mumbles out, the weight of it pressing on his vocal cords.

James looks up, blinking at him behind his glasses, vaguely disoriented, as though Sirius has pulled him from deep thoughts of very important things. "Yeah. And?" He seems thoroughly uninterested, like Sirius' entire world isn't currently crashing down around him.

Peter's eyes shift to the side before settling back on Sirius. "You didn't honestly forget, did you?" he says, benignly scratching at one of the green knobs near his elbow.

"No!"

"You forgot," huffs out Peter, not seeming surprised. "Shame on you."

"I did not forget!" denies Sirius. But all right, yes, he actually had forgotten. Temporarily. He's not sure who can blame him. His every thought and most of his focus is finely tailored to all things Remus Lupin. Small (large) slippages are to be expected, or so he tells himself. And he had remembered. Remus never had to know. "Don't tell him."

Peter smirks at him and Sirius produces a flashing red lump on the tip of his friend's nose. He smirks back and says wickedly, "Rudolf." Peter's hands clap over his nose and he scowls at Sirius.

"So you forgot," says James, ignoring the hexes and scowling and teasing. He's awfully good at that when he wants to be, or so Sirius thinks. "Big deal. Sneak down to Honeydukes. Get him some chocolate. You're all set. He never has to be the wiser."

"What?" Sirius nearly squeaks in outrage. "No. It's seventh year, Prongs. His last here at Hogwarts. It's got to be…it has to be…to be special."

"It's his birthday. We should always make it special. You, in particular," comments Peter, poking at the boil jiggling off the tip of his nose in disgust.

"That's what I'm saying," grumbles Sirius. "You lot never listen. I give him chocolate every day. I have a whole stash, specifically for Remus alone. And don't you get any ideas, Potter," he threatens when he sees the interest spreading over his friend's face. "Hands off the Moony stash."

James pouts. "I never got a stash," he mumbles dejectedly.

"You got me. It's enough," says Sirius flippantly, waving him off with a careless hand. "No, this has got to be better than some run-of-the-mill chocolate. Much better." He ponders on it for a while, the other two watching him warily before Sirius' eyes suddenly widen and light up. "Time is it? I need the library!"

"Oi! Get back here! It's your fault we're in this mess!" shouts James as Sirius lurches to his feet and races for the door.

"Padfoot! You have to charm these away," whinges Peter in reference to the boils still covering a large chunk of his body. Sirius doesn't stop, disappearing from the room, and Peter huffs again in defeat, turning to look at James oddly. "Did he just say he's going to the library?" he asks in bafflement.

James only shrugs, grabbing Sirius' toothbrush and stowing it in his pocket for safekeeping.

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"Moony," coos Sirius on the morning of the tenth. Remus doesn't stir, and Sirius presses his nose into the skin of his neck. "Moony." A soft grunt of sound emerges, but nothing more. Sirius huffs in mild frustration. Remus is the worst to wake up when he doesn't want to rise. "Remus!" Sirius punctuates the name by licking a stripe all the way up the side of the man's neck to his ear.

Remus jerks at the noise and sensation, his body jolting upwards a little before he drops back down against the pillows. "Whosat?"

Sirius grins, nipping and then kissing the shell of Remus' ear before sitting back a little. "Oh, good. You're up. Good morning. Happy birthday," he remarks casually. "Lessons have been cancelled for the day. Something about all the available classrooms being flooded or something, I dunno. It'll likely be Sunday before they're back in any sort of working order."

Remus stares at Sirius suspiciously. "Really?" He rolls his eyes up to the ceiling and holds them there for a minute before looking back at Sirius, already seeming mildly exasperated and defeated. "What did you do, Pads? Water's easily cleaned with magic. What did you do?"

"Nothing!" denies Sirius, holding up his hands innocently, but he knows the smirk he can't quite control is giving him away. "Honestly, I never touched those classrooms. And I never said what they were flooded with, just that they were flooded. Could be water, I suppose. Or it could be swamps, maybe frog spawn, because that stuff seeps into everything, we know that from experience. It could be mashed potatoes, too. That's a thought. Bobotuber pus is a nasty thing to clean away. Possibly even a few lost, dazed chickens. Or it could be all the above. I just don't know, Remus. Regardless, they are flooded with some manner of something and there are no classes on your birthday. Huzzah!"

Remus whimpers faintly, his entire body falling lax under the blankets as he clearly gives up. Sirius ignores it, mostly, shifting himself over top of his boyfriend, his lips working over the corner of his jaw appreciatively.

"Breakfast is soon. Are you hungry?" Remus grunts a little under Sirius' weight, his head tilting back as the dark head moves down the line of his neck to his collarbone. "Mm, thought so. We've still got a bit of time to wait, though. I could feed you some chocolate, but I think that would ruin your appetite. Maybe I could give you something else, just for the purposes of distraction."

Sirius feels Remus shudder beneath him, gooseflesh raising on his skin under the path Sirius' mouth makes down his chest and abdomen. Sirius lifts his gaze, meeting Remus', the brown of his eyes slowly filling with black as he watches Sirius move further down the length of his body. Sirius smirks at him, and he feels the other man's hips jerk a little beneath him in response as Sirius continues to sink down, lifting the sheets over his head and hiding himself from view of Remus' watchful eyes.

Sirius' lips and tongue work over Remus' hips and then along the inner side of each of his thighs, watching as his cock twitches at the attention, the tip leaking profusely, waiting and ready. Sirius licks his lips as he moves back up, swiping his tongue from base to head and then back down. Remus utters a surprised sound outside the cocoon of the sheets over Sirius' head, and he takes that as all the encouragement he needs, sucking the shaft into his mouth, tongue teasing over the slit, lapping up everything he can before sinking down slowly until Remus is filling the back of his throat.

Remus arches from the mattress, a low moan emerging from the parted lips Sirius can see so clearly in his imagination. He can picture Remus biting down on his lower lip, trying to restrain some of it back, trying to keep himself still, keep his hips from thrusting up so he doesn't choke Sirius by accident. Sirius doesn't really care. It's the other's birthday, he wants him to have whatever he desires. He hums around the length in his mouth encouragingly as his tongue works diligently over the thick vein on its underside.

When Remus still remains locked in place, Sirius rolls his eyes as he pushes back down, allowing his throat to flex in a swallow, just enough to send Remus keening. As he does so, he casts a silent spell, one he'd mastered long ago without the need of a wand, slicking his fingers and slotting two inside Remus with a slow, easy press.

Remus' hips do jerk upwards then, mostly in surprise, a ragged sounding gasp echoing inside their closed bed hangings. Sirius hums again in approval, his other hand maneuvering under Remus' arse to urge him to move more. His boyfriend seems to hesitate, but Sirius only hollows his cheeks as he sucks in, sliding his mouth up over his twitching shaft, nudging with his hand insistently. Remus begins to move then, thrusting up slowly while he also pushes down against Sirius' delving fingers, but it isn't long before he's moving with near abandon, fucking himself into Sirius' mouth and throat.

Sirius can feel the bedsheets tugging beneath them as Remus winds his fingers into the fabric and pulls. His other hand appears under the material, searching out Sirius' hair and threading through it. He holds his head in place, and Sirius lets him willingly, simply taking what he's given and allowing his tongue to fly freely as he slots in a third finger, the digits stretching and diving. He hooks them up after a moment, searching for that sweet spot, knowing instantly when he's found it because Remus' hips rut up sharply and still for a couple seconds in Sirius' mouth, a startled gasp ripping from his throat.

Sirius grins around him, taking the brief opportunity to swallow, forcing another moan from Remus' lips before he moves his head up and circles his cockhead with his exploring tongue. His fingers crook again, and Remus is panting, his hips starting back up, thrusting without rhythm, just sporadic, desperate movements.

"Fuck, I'm close," he warns. Sirius chuckles around Remus' cock, feeling the other man tense under the vibrations, but Sirius gives one final suck up before releasing him with a pop of sound, removing his fingers as he does so.

Remus groans at the loss, but Sirius only shifts up, drifting a finger of his clean hand over his lover's lips as he uses his other hand to push Remus' thighs up, spreading them wider. "Shh," he soothes before he kisses him, slow and deep. "I've got you, baby. Just lay back and feel it."

Sirius kisses him again, swallowing Remus' moan of anticipation. He casts his spell once more, using his hand to slick up his own cock before he's pushing in slowly, Remus' chest arching up against his own. Sirius savors the feeling, the tightness encircling him, the heat, the way Remus hisses out a breath of air through his teeth, the way his body thrums under Sirius'. He keeps his eyes open and watches Remus' face as it pulls into different expressions of pinched pleasure.

When he's buried as deeply as he can go, Sirius sits still for as long as he can stand it. He lavishes kisses and gentle, biting nips to Remus' jaw and chin before he finally begins to move, shallowly at first until he's pulling back, almost out, and then thrusting back in more sharply. Remus cries out a little under him, hands clutching at Sirius' sides, fingers digging in, clawing, silently begging for more.

Sirius knows all his little intricacies, his subtle tells, the ones that don't require words anymore, just as Remus knows his. He increases his pace, adding more of a rock to his hips as he angles himself differently, and then Remus is stuttering out a gasp as Sirius connects with his prostate, his face beautiful under the spreading bliss of the sensation. Sirius releases his own moan as Remus clenches around him, his head dropping into the curve of the man's neck, skin slapping between them in a glorious way as he continues to drive in, nailing the sweet spot with every thrust.

Remus is writhing beneath him as Sirius wraps his arms around his boyfriend, holding him close, his abdomen sliding over Remus' cock with every movement. They're both close now, Sirius able to tell Remus' orgasm is mounting by the twitching and slow tensing of his muscles, the rigidness filling his legs, Sirius' own building inside him like a tight coil of searing heat. He's nearly ready to crash over, only waiting long enough for Remus to hopefully fall first, when the bed curtains are parted and James is squealing in shock beside them.

"For fuck's sake, Prongs!" shouts Sirius, straightening up and lunging for the hangings, jerking them closed again. "You'd think you would have learned by now!"

"I'm sorry," comes James' frantic apology. "I just wanted to tell Moony happy birthday before you stole him away."

"Come back later. Fuck." Sirius quickly recasts the silencing charm that had been disturbed with the opening of the drapes before turning to Remus. The other man has fallen mostly still, his cock gone almost soft between them, eyes wide as he clenches down, trying to expel Sirius, mortification clear on his face.

Sirius huffs in frustration, pushing in deeper, keeping himself nestled inside. He'd rather be slowly eaten alive by a gaggle of flobberworms than let James Potter steal this away from Remus. He bends low again, his hand coming up and covering Remus' mouth just as it opens to speak, stopping the damning words before they can emerge.

"Hey, no," he says, fixing his eyes on Remus'. "Ignore it. James doesn't exist. Just me. Focus on me." Sirius pushes his hips forward a little more, gaining just a touch more depth that has Remus' eyes rolling and fluttering slightly. Sirius smiles. "Don't I feel good? You do. Tight and warm. Perfect. No one else exists, baby. Just you and me. That's all we need, right? Only us and this." He grinds in more, punctuating his point as he nudges against Remus' prostate again, feeling his cock slowly fill back up between them as he utters a small moan behind Sirius' hand. "That's right. Just like that. Keep looking at me."

Remus' eyes are fixed on him, almost unblinking. Sirius smiles down at him, fingers smoothing over the prominent lines that have settled into his face, soothing them away as he slowly begins rocking his hips. Remus moans again, his eyes fluttering, though they don't close, still looking up at Sirius, not breaking the contact of their gazes.

Sirius growls under the heat of those brown eyes locked on him, his pace amping back up until the mattress is shaking under the force. Remus clings to him, his legs wrapping around, urging Sirius closer to him, blunt nails raking. It all builds again rather quickly considering their interruption so close to their mutual ends. Remus arches off the bed as Sirius thrusts in perfectly, and then he's spilling between them with a ragged cry of Sirius' name on his tongue. The sound in his ears and the tightening of the other man's muscles is all it takes to pull Sirius' orgasm out along with Remus, Sirius' hips stuttering in their rhythm as he fills his lover before falling still and collapsing over him.

"Fucking hell," he manages to breath out into Remus' neck when he's able to speak again. "Thought I'd lost you there for a minute."

Remus groans suddenly through his own breathless pants, the hands that had been drifting up and down Sirius' back lifting to cover his face. "James," he moans out in horror. "Fuck, he saw us."

Sirius wraps his fingers around his boyfriend's wrists and manages to remove the hands blocking his face. "Like it's the first time?" he offers, probably relatively unhelpfully. "Doubt it will be the last. He's a nosy bugger with boundary issues. I'm surprised you haven't accepted that yet. He'll be fine and so will you."

Remus glares down at him, though there's no real heat within it. Sirius merely shrugs his shoulders. "Breakfast?" he asks, because he wants to move away from the subject and get their day going. Sirius has plans.

The other man huffs in exasperation but finally nods. Sirius pushes himself up higher, stealing a long kiss before he finally rolls off Remus and reaches through the bed hangings for his wand. He flicks it between them, cleaning up the mess and then provides Remus with the pajama trousers abandoned at the end of the bed from the night before. He watches for a long moment as Remus wriggles his way into them before forcing his attention away, tugging his own on as Remus grabs for his shirt, always covering up far more than necessary within the confines of the dorm. Sirius knows it's to hide the scars, though he doesn't understand it much. Sirius obviously loves them, has made that perfectly clear to the other man, and their other two friends have seen them time and time again, not showing much regard for them or drawing any attention to their crosshatching patterns over his pale skin.

But still, Remus always makes a conscious point to remain fully clothed when outside the general privacy of the bed they now share. It had taken Sirius months to get him to expose more than small, necessary strips of flesh completely, slowly easing Remus' fears over time and with hard-earned trust. He relishes that trust now, covets it and keeps it held close and secure, safely tucked away from everyone else that might try to poke at it or destroy it.

Which is why, as Sirius slips from the curtains and out into the dorm, he whomps James around the back of his head on his way to their shared bath. His friend mumbles another half-embarrassed apology that only leaves Sirius to roll his eyes dismissively.

Sirius goes about preparing for his day quickly, shaving and scrubbing at his face and teeth over the sink basin, only slowing down when Remus steps easily into his shower after he's finished with his traditional, yearly tackle from Peter and James. Sirius is, of course, forced to pin him to the tile wall and rain many more lavishing, reverent kisses over the skin of his neck and shoulders and chest, delaying their start a little longer.

When they finally emerge, the foursome descends from the tower together, James finding Lily on the way and pulling her with them, much to her less than well-hidden amusement. When they reach the Great Hall, Sirius is delighted to see the spread over the Gryffindor table. Yorkshire puddings, one of Remus' favorites, served with rich chocolate gravy-like sauce as an added treat. He watches as the brown eyes light up when Remus notices, glancing over at Sirius with a searching look. Sirius raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything in response, simply settling down on the bench beside him.

The puddings had been an immense feat of Sirius' charms. He'd bribed the elves with everything he had, redirecting their schedule to something far less common. They'd resisted, fearful of punishment from the staff, but Sirius hadn't flagged or faltered. He'd promised all manner of things, even a decent amount of more rule-breaking to achieve his much-needed end until the creatures had finally reluctantly agreed.

They've both just filled their plates, Remus eagerly pouring the chocolate over his pudding, when the owls arrive, soaring and fluttering their wings overhead like a maelstrom. The birds are chaotic this morning when they land on the table as Remus discards the gravy, their movements harried, upsetting several plates and tureens. Feathers and other stray bits land in the dark sauce, and even with cleaning charms, it's still not set right enough to ingest, leaving their breakfast sorely lacking from its intended purpose. Sirius huffs as Remus pushes his ruined plate away, settling on eating some undisturbed fruit and slices of toast instead.

Sirius quickly checks his mental list as he silently mopes, shoulders slumping and irritation running high.

Sex: Completed, but barely. Massive interruption in the form of one James 'Prongs' Potter. Slight failure.

Breakfast: Ruined. Completely. No coming back from the owls' destruction.

He exhales a sigh and tries to focus his thoughts forward to his other plans. So their morning hadn't been as successful as he'd originally hoped. They still didn't have classes for the day. That had gone off without a hitch thanks to James and Peter, as well as Lily, who had devised a way to keep the professors from pinning it on their heads, all for the sake of Remus and his birthday. And Sirius still had enough planned throughout the day to hopefully rectify the failures that seemed to be following them. This catastrophe isn't a problem.

With this in mind, Sirius pulls Remus from the table once he's finished eating, bids the others farewell distractedly as James passes him a bag, and tugs his boyfriend from the Great Hall. Remus eyes him curiously, a little warily, as Sirius rifles through the bag once they're in the Entrance Hall, away from the watchful gazes of their professors.

"What've you got there, Pads?" questions Remus, leaning slightly to try to see within the dark spaces of the knapsack.

Sirius quickly cinches it closed, grinning up at his boyfriend. "That's for you to find out in a bit," he chirps before tugging Remus up the stairs to the third floor.

When they reach the hump-backed witch, Sirius digs in the bag again, dislodging the map and checking it for anyone in the area. Once he's satisfied they're alone, he taps his wand to the hump, mutters the password, and then promptly shoves Remus through the opening. He lands with an oomph of sound, and Sirius can hear muffled grumbling coming from the darkness, chuckling as he hitches his leg up and drops down beside Remus, landing far more gracefully by the looks of it as the other man brushes dirt from his robes, glaring at Sirius through the dim light cast from the still open hump.

"Did you have to throw me in?" demands Remus indignantly.

Sirius waves him off as he points his wand upwards to close the hump and then lights the tip with a silent lumos. "Get your knickers out of their twist, you're fine. And you're about to be better," he says offhandedly, fingers latching around Remus' wrist as he begins to pull him down the passageway. Remus struggles a little against it, but eventually settles, coming up beside Sirius as they walk.

"Am I to expect this sort of thing all day? Just being randomly pulled and tossed about with no say? All for the sake of birthday surprises?" asks Remus lightly, not quite looking at Sirius as they walk. "I feel like you tried the same thing last year. Remember how that turned out?"

Sirius balks for a second before he fixes Remus with a firm stare. "You're not going to end up in the lake with the squid again," he denies. "Not that I wouldn't be willing, but he clearly didn't like you. That much was obvious from the way he threw you back to us. I've still no idea what you could have possibly done to him while you were down there. He's never been right since."

"Short of fighting for my life and breathable air," counters Remus, his tone still mostly unaffected, "I haven't the foggiest."

Sirius grins. "Maybe he just knew you belonged to me and decided to give you back," he comments slyly.

Remus turns to look at him then, his brown eyes flashing with something in the wand light that sends a heat-laced thrill racing down Sirius' spine. He shudders under its weight a little, and Remus smirks, like he knows.

"So what's this about, then?" he asks of Sirius as they approach the end of the tunnel.

"This," says Sirius with another wide grin as he rummages through the knapsack again and withdraws the cloak, "is about satisfying you with as much chocolate as this bag can rightfully hold. Along with other things."

He throws the cloak over their heads then as Remus smiles at him, his eyes glinting in the light before Sirius extinguishes his wand and stows it in his pocket. Then he pushes the door open and they clamber into the cellar under Honeydukes. Something they can't see through the darkness sloshes around their shoes, though Sirius' thick boots keep out whatever it is. The sounds increase as they walk toward the stairs.

"Why are my trainers wet?" hisses Remus quietly, his breath ghosting over the back of Sirius' neck delightfully. They're pressed as close as they can be to still be able to move, trying to make sure they remain properly hidden under the cloak that's no longer really large enough to cover two nearly fully grown men. Not that Sirius minds much.

"Dunno," he remarks. "Can't see, can I? Let's just get upstairs."

At the crest of the steps, they slowly and cautiously ease their way through the cracked door, but they stop when they see the people milling about with their wands, cleaning and organizing an unsightly mess. There's water all over, rippling across the floor and staining the walls with dark, still wet streaks. Sirius glances across the shop to the door, spying the sign in the window. It seems that Honeydukes is closed for the time being, due to, of all things, a flood. Sirius droops as he gazes around.

Whatever had happened had clearly ruined all their wares, putting a stop to Sirius' plan of purchasing as much chocolate as Remus could want, at least for the next month. The firmly closed and locked door is also effectively prohibiting them from the rest of Sirius' carefully laid plans for their time in Hogsmeade, visions of Remus surrounded by second-hand books in the shop around the corner and nice little cups of tea or butterbeers in the Three Broomsticks vanishing before his eyes.

He sighs softly and urges Remus backwards to the stairs. They trod through what is now clearly water to the tunnel, Sirius removing the cloak once they're out of the cellar and lighting his wand again, his eyes drifting over Remus as he considers their options.

"Could always backtrack," suggests Sirius despondently. "Head through the castle and take the willow tunnel to the Shrieking Shack. Access the village that way." Remus visibly pales in the dim light of Sirius' wand, and Sirius' mouth pulls down in a frown. "Yeah, thought not. Bloody hell. That was half our day, and now it's gone, out the window like a fucking escaped snitch."

Remus studies him for a time before slotting his hand around the back of Sirius' neck, thumb sweeping under the collar of his robes comfortingly. "You tried," he says, far too sweetly for Sirius' liking after yet another failure in his epic plans. "It's not your fault our exit was blocked by a flood, though I do have to comment on the irony here." He ducks his head, meeting Sirius' eyes. "It's fine, Sirius. We can just go back to the common room until whatever you have planned next comes about. Sound good?"

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, still feeling a little dismayed on Remus' behalf. He'd only wanted him to have a good day. "Whatever you want, Moony," he agrees, and Remus smiles, dropping his hand from Sirius' neck and wrapping his arm around his waist instead as they walk back down the tunnel.

They find Marlene and Dorcas inside the common room when they arrive, the girls coaxing them into a game of Exploding Snap. Remus has a wonderful time if his glowing face is any indication. It cheers Sirius some, and while he also finds enjoyment in the rounds they play between banter and jests, he sulks.

When it's time for lunch, they depart from the tower with the girls in tow, Sirius pleased to see the meat pies he'd arranged spread over the table. He knows how much Remus loves them, and the other man's eyes settle gratefully on Sirius as he grabs two. Sirius is mildly mollified for a time, talking between his friends about their mornings, but it shifts when Remus is distracted by a fifth year Hufflepuff behind him, pulling his attention as the girl asks him about some homework she's been assigned. Sirius watches, dismay falling over him again, as the food on the table eventually disappears, Remus' mostly untouched pies with it.

People begin to leave the Hall after that, the Hufflepuff, James, Lily, and Peter with them, but Sirius rallies himself and keeps Remus there, chattering to him about the merits of pickled pigs' trotters and how delicious they can be if eaten the proper way. Remus steadily grows more green the longer Sirius prattles on.

When enough time has passed and it's well after lunch, Remus looking as though he might strangle Sirius if he doesn't promptly shut it about his questionable food choices, Sirius lifts himself from the bench and urges his boyfriend to follow him. They stroll lazily through the corridors, Sirius remarking on the portraits as though he's never seen them before, musing over random thoughts like why Hermon the Beheaded could have possibly been beheaded, and was he beheaded properly (unlike Nearly Headless Nick) before or after he'd received the nickname. Remus watches him suspiciously, remaining oddly silent.

It's only when they reach the clocktower courtyard does Sirius cease in his rant about heads and necks and whether they're really necessary or not. Remus looks as though he's about ready to burst, either with anger or amusement, Sirius doesn't know. He has rubbed his temples and the bridge of his nose no less than fourteen times as they walked. Sirius had counted.

As they step from the courtyard and onto the grounds surrounding the castle, Sirius spies in the distance what they'd come for. Remus' eyes narrow curiously as he sees it, too, his head tilting slightly to the side as they slowly approach.

"I'm…guessing it's not supposed to do that?" he says eventually as the close the distance.

Sirius, having been focused on Remus and his reaction instead of the sight ahead of them, looks forward and instantly freezes. His mouth drops open as he gapes at the absolute travesty that has befallen his idea and steadily crafted plan.

Sirius had wanted a fountain, a gigantic chocolate fountain large enough for a Moony-sized person to swim in should he be so inclined. And Sirius is staring at a fountain, he'll admit to that. It's what's in and surrounding the fountain that's causing his mouth to work silently and his stomach to twist in disappointment.

Melted chocolate, it seems, for all its glorious merits, doesn't react well when introduced to magic that's meant to expand it. That's Sirius' fault, he supposes. He'd flipped through the book rather quickly and thrown most of the idea and spellwork together on his own. And he's not sure if it's just the spells, the sun shining overhead, his useless friends, or some combination of all three, but Sirius is willing to bet it's the latter.

James and Peter stand a safe distance away from the raging fountain, half covered in great globs of dark brown that look disgusting on their clothes and skin and splattered through their hair. They look to Sirius as they notice him and Remus, both of them shrugging their shoulders, resembling lost puppies turned out to the bitter cold. Lily stands in front of the fountain, still at a safe enough distance but closer than the other two as she battles against what Sirius can only compare to giant chocolate creatures, sort of like Fiendfyre but safer. Possibly. He's not really sure as one shoots a glob of chocolate in Lily's direction that she dodges easily, laughing as she does so. Sirius can only shake his head.

Remus glances at him, seemingly just as shocked as Sirius, but he suddenly races forward to help the red head, pulling his wand. The two work together, slowly taming the beasts – a term Sirius uses lightly as one seems to be in the form of horrendous monstrosity of a rabbit, complete with floppy ears and fluffy tail – until they're melting back into the fountain, completely harmless.

James and Peter slowly step forward when all appears safe, looking beaten down and trodden on. Sirius trails behind him, frown settling deeply over his face. Remus and Lily are panting a little as they turn to face them, Remus seeming to stop moving as he takes in the appearance of his friends in front of him. And then he's laughing, bending double as his mirth overtakes him. Sirius gapes again, thoroughly baffled.

"Who came up with this?" When no one answers, Remus finally straightens, his overly amused eyes settling on Sirius knowingly. "There were mice in there, did you see? They had great gnashing teeth and twitching tails spiked with barbs." His laughter is gone, but his mouth wobbles as he continues to look at Sirius. "I don't know where you found this, but you clearly didn't read into it enough, love. You can't expand food. Dangerous things happen."

"Chocolate isn't food," mumbles Sirius, utterly disheartened. "It's a sweet."

Remus eyes him, amusement still clear on his features. He turns suddenly, dipping his hand into the pool of chocolate and bringing it to his mouth even as Sirius, Peter, and James all step forward, protesting violently. Remus licks his fingers clean as they watch him with wide eyes, then he glances back at Sirius, smiling blindingly.

"I can eat it, Padfoot," he remarks. "It's food, baby. But do you know what else it's good for?" At Sirius' questioning gaze, Remus tucks his hand back into the fountain, scooping out some of the dark substance. "This."

Sirius isn't expecting the splatter of chocolate in his face and over his chest, jolting backwards as it hits and ricochets off, also coating Peter and James more. He looks up, blinking at Remus in shock at the other man laughs again, gripping at his middle like he's trying to hold himself together.

"Oh, that's how you want it, is it?" says Sirius challengingly as he steps forward. Remus looks at him, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes as he glances over his sweet-splattered form. Sirius smiles at him amiably. "Fine," he chirps, and then proceeds to push Remus backwards into the fountain.

He thinks he's won, he really does, until, at the last second, Remus reaches out a hand and grips at the chest of Sirius' robes, pulling him in with him. Sirius lets out a shocked yelp that's almost immediately stifled when his face collides with the chocolate. As he lifts himself back up, raking gobs of the substance away from his eyes, he hears Remus laughing again and clears enough of his vision to see the man struggling to remove himself before Sirius can get his wits about him. Sirius grins wolfishly at the sight, reaching out quickly and clutching his hand around Remus' ankle, pulling him back in sharply, his boyfriend releasing a startled sound as he falls into the chocolate again.

And then they're both laughing, rolling about in the stickiness, slathering one another's faces in the goop. The other three quickly follow them, clambering over the edge and joining the fray. They all tussle about, shoving chocolate in places it should probably never be, voices laughing and carrying over the grounds, eventually drawing a small crowd of onlookers. Sirius winds up with slowly hardening chocolate up his nose, coating one armpit, and a large lump shoved down his trousers, but all in all, he considers it good fun and a must try for everyone.

They eventually emerge, tired but happy, James and Sirius spelling away the fountain and surrounding mess before the group makes their sodden, increasingly uncomfortable way through the castle. McGonagall spies them as they pass through a third-floor corridor, taking in their appearance carefully, like she's trying to decide if the coming spun tales and overly charming grins are worth her energy. Obviously deciding against it, she doesn't bother with them, turning her back and walking in the opposite direction.

Lily disappears up the stairs to the girls' dormitory while the others mount the stairs to their own dorm. Remus and Sirius are polite enough to linger by the sink basins until James and Peter are finished showering before stepping into their own stall together, using the time to remove some of the worst clusters of chocolate hiding beneath their clothing. Once under the stream of water, with their friends no longer within the room, they make good work of cleaning one another of the mess, using lips and tongues, the water drowning out most of their gasps and soft cries and gentle but needing pleas.

As they finally remove themselves and slowly towel away any lingering moisture on their bodies, Sirius silently consults his list again.

Sex: Completed, but barely. Massive interruption in the form of one James 'Prongs' Potter. Slight failure.

Breakfast: Ruined. Completely. No coming back from the owls' destruction.

Honeydukes: Flooded. No good. Ruined.

Hogsmeade Excursion: See Honeydukes.

Lunch: Complete failure. Blame the Hufflepuffs and their allowance for questions.

Chocolate Fountain: Utter travesty, complete with rabid bunnies and mice. Never try again.*

More Sex: Surprisingly successful. Also, delicious.

*Sirius is willing to concede that this turned out better than initially expected, though he'll only admit under extreme duress, or possibly a month following the event, whichever should come first.

It's not looking good, Sirius is being forced to admit. Most of his carefully plotted ideas are now viciously scratched out for their complete failures in all things associated with providing Remus Lupin with the Best Birthday Ever. But Sirius keeps his head held high. There's still dinner, after all, which promises to be good, along with one other thing he's got planned for after, and Remus doesn't seem at all unhappy with how the day's gone. Sirius takes it as a good sign for the remainder of their evening.

Dinner is, of course, not what Sirius had wanted. Remus still clearly enjoys it, eating two full plates worth, but Sirius mopes a bit. He'd requested that the elves make Toad in the Hole, another one of Remus' favorites that Sirius knows his mum makes a lot while he's home. But, being a more traditionally Muggle dish, Sirius hadn't been certain how to explain to the elves what was involved in making it, settling for the best version he could manage, though incredibly vague. The elves, clearly not understanding, had made bangers and mash instead.

When they finish their meal and pudding – this part is at least perfectly right, a simple chocolate cake dripping with delectable frosting – Sirius trails from the Great Hall with Remus at his side. His boyfriend eyes him as they walk, studying Sirius' sullen face in the flickering flames lining the walls of the corridors.

"What's next? Or are we done for the day?" asks Remus eventually, his tone light and gentle.

Sirius heaves a sigh, his eyes shifting to the ceiling as he almost forgoes what he's planned next and simply tells Remus they're going back to the dorm for the night. "No, there's one more thing," he answers wearily.

Remus tilts his head a little. "All right. Where to?"

"Astronomy Tower," is the mumbled reply he receives.

Remus smiles. "Let's go, then," he says, gripping Sirius' hand in his and tugging him along a little faster. "We don't want to leave this brilliant plan of yours waiting, do we?"

Sirius suppresses his grumbled words of response and reluctantly speeds up his steps as he follows Remus through the corridors and then up the steep, spiraling staircase to the top of the tower. Once there, Sirius steps up to the rampart and gently urges Remus closer, knowing he doesn't much care for such spectacular heights. As they wait, they stare up at the stars, Remus seeming content and relaxing the longer they stand there, eventually pressing closer into Sirius' side.

It's only when they hear a noise in the distance, coming from near the lake, that they finally shift their gazes back down. The sound squeals faintly as something flies into the air, sparking a little, followed by several others. Then fireworks are bursting over the grounds, shining and blazing, casting colors of every variety across the shadows settling in deeply.

Herpy biptday, Ramhus! spells out across the sky and Sirius finds himself gaping again, able to do nothing more than stare and silently curse James Potter and all his future descendants.

"You trusted Prongs to remember the order they were meant to go in, didn't you?" asks Remus quietly from beside him. "And not Pete. For some unfathomable reason."

Sirius doesn't answer, watching the last of his failure of a plan go up in literal smoke and flames. And then Remus is laughing again, great peals of one of the most wonderful sounds Sirius has every heard surging from between his parted lips, though Sirius is having a difficult time appreciating it for what it is currently. Remus bends forward over the rampart, like his body is giving out on him under his mirth until Sirius fears he'll have to reach out and stop him from toppling clean over the side.

When his amusement fades enough for him to straighten, Remus looks at Sirius. As he takes in the disappointment on Sirius' face, his laughter disappears, though he's still smiling, like he can't quite manage to control it.

"You are chaos, Sirius Black," he murmurs. "Everything you do, everything you touch, chaos follows. I accepted that years ago, but I think it's time you do, too."

Sirius heaves a heavy sigh, crestfallen that he'd ruined Remus' last birthday spent at Hogwarts. "Yeah, I know," he says dismally. "I just wanted you to have a special birthday, but well…you were there. You've seen how things have gone all day. Nothing turned out like it was supposed to."

Remus hums, a small noise coming from the back of his throat. "No, you're right. It didn't," he replies, and Sirius visibly droops under the acknowledgement, his eyes dropping to the ground well below them. "I think it was better. Far better."

Sirius gaze darts back up at the words, staring at Remus in surprise, finding his boyfriend smiling more brightly, its blinding light outweighing the stars shining above them. He steps up to Sirius, his hand cupping around the side of Sirius' face, fingers splaying out around his ear and drifting down his neck.

"Do you know what makes my birthdays and every other day special and perfect, Sirius?" he asks, his eyes not leaving Sirius' still startled gaze. "It isn't the stolen trips to Hogsmeade or the chocolate and food you manage to wrangle. It's not elaborate gestures like a fountain filled with chocolate or misspelled wet-start fireworks. It's not even the sex, though let's be fair, that part's always fantastic." His thumb grazes delicately over Sirius' cheek as Sirius stares at him, locked in and fixated. "It's you. Only you. So long as you're there with me, everything we do and every day we have is perfect, always. You are all it takes for me to be happy, Sirius. I don't need any of the rest of it, just you. And while I'll always take the rest with a smile on my face because I know you can't help yourself, just try to remember that. Because I love you. And that's all that matters to me."

Sirius melts under the words, all his dismay and disappointment and guilt from the day leeching from his body. He smiles at his boyfriend as Remus pulls him into a slow, drawing kiss, Sirius relaxing completely against his chest, sinking into him.

"Happy birthday, Remus," he says quietly when they part enough to allow speech. Remus murmurs a soft thank you against the corner of his mouth, his arms wrapping around Sirius' back, holding him close.

"It was a good day, Pads," says Remus eventually. "The best. Though I could have done without all the talk of pig trotters."

"Yeah, well, that was all for the purpose of distraction," admits Sirius with a grin into Remus' shoulder. "But next year I'll do better. Make better plans. Actually read the bloody books instead of just skimming them. And I think maybe I could get that expanding chocolate thing to work with a little work and safeguarding. It'll take some doing and possibly some sort of protective kit, but I think – "

"Sirius," Remus finally interrupts him, ceasing his prattling.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

[peanut-in-the-goal]

Masterlist

 So remember how I said I fixed my masterlist? yea well I just broke literally everything. So here’s this

Harry Potter

To Be a Black (angst poem thing)

James Potter and Marauder headcanon

james potter angst

black brothers drabble

peter’s on the map

sirius black family line

black brothers panic attacks

black brothers sick drabble

filicide (angst)

Wolfstar

Storms (angst)

Moony and his nightmare (angst)

Fireworks (fluff)

Sirius being scared of fireworks (angst)

Sirius can cook headcanons (not really wolfstar) (fluff?)

Sirius wants to die (angst)

I love him (fluff, angst)

I’m Broken (angst)

So this is love  (fluff, angst)

The first time I met you (fluff)

Did you just crack an egg on my head?  (fluff) - request

unrequited love (angst)

I love you but you don’t (angst) - request

Remus hated this time of year (angst)

outage (angst)

“you’re an idiot“ “but you love me” (fluff) - request

unfinished shitty thing I wrote about a year ago (angst)

headcanon that remus kills sirius as a werewolf  (angst)

sirius hating his birthday (angst, fluff)

runaway sirius  (angst) - request

control  (angst)

arguing  (angst)

sirius meeting the lupins for the first time (angst)

Remus, sirius, and a wolfstar headcanon

sirius loved deeply (mild hurt/comfort)

aftermath (after sirius’ prank on snape) (angst, minor hurt comfort)

My OC stories (Blair Taylor, the Taylor Family)

Whatever this is (backstory really)

Jack Taylor OCs (headcanons)

I killed Jack :)  (angst)

they were finally free

Till the End

Carina Black (Back story) 

Kai Robison (Backstory) 

Willow, Kai, and Carina (Fluff) - request

if the whole world was watching i’d still dance with you

From songs to writing

Best Friend by Rex Orange Country

From me, the moon by Lav

(Sweater Weather Fandom by @lumosinlove)

O’Knutzy 

Sharing is caring, now give me your damn fries (fluff) - requests

Insecure Leo Headcanons  (angst)

O’Knutzy Headcanons (headcanons)

Finn in a skirt  (fluff) - request

I just want you to be happy  (angst)

Scared you’ll get hurt  (angst)

You really are going crazy, aren’t you? (fluff) - request

Stubborn Logan (fluff)

“Can you just hold me?”  (angst) - request

“I’m pregnant”  (fluff) - request

Leo sleeping alone  (angst)

Spy AU thing based off of Miller’s upcoming fic Claudestine? [Part 1] [Part 2]  (angst)

@heyitssmiller claudestine sad leo ig? [Part 1] [Part 2]  (angst, fluff)

unfinished insecure leo fic  (angst)

if they broke up and there was a storm 

turning angst prompts into fluff (fluff)

hot chocolate (fluff)

Leo losing his first game but the timeline is wack (hurt/comfort)

fight/logan snapping at finn and leo (angst)

they break up in the end (angst)

FINLO 

Getting together at Harvard  (angst, fluff)

LELO

Sad Logan 😔  (angst, fluff) - gift

Leo and Logans Fight [part 1] [part 2] (angst)

LionFish

i can’t sleep, can i sleep here?

leo cant sleep

Coops 

If you die I’ll kill you (fluff) - request

If you die I’ll kill you (angst) - request

“Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” [Part 1] [Part 2]  (angst) - request

how many times are you going to look me in the eye and lie to me?  (angst) - request

homophobic git  (angst, fluff) -request

Regular Sweater Weather  

Again  (angst)

CELESTE AND LEO BEING BUDDIES (fluff)

Leo getting outed in highschool (angst)

Solangelo

nightmares  (angst)

Nico, Will, and a Solangelo headcanon

“im worth nothing,” “to me youre worth everything” (angst, hurt/comfort - request)

mha

dabi+hawks arguing

[motley-crews]

is the moon still in love with the sun — marcheron

word count: 1.9k

this is based off of the song “from me, the moon” by lav, though it turned into way longer than a tiny drabble. whoops.

also a big thanks to @mcavoycheeks, who is always along for the ride. (i’ll write something fluffy next time, i swear).

**

it’s been two years since brad had seen him. or, rather, really seen him, because there had been times when when he’d “stumbled” across pictures on friends’ accounts, and there was always that familiar ache in his chest when he saw patrice’s smile, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of whomever was beside him.

although brad had seen patrice’s face in that regard, nothing could have prepared him for seeing him in person.

it was by pure accident, because all brad had wanted was to have a couple of drinks on a saturday night, and patrice was (one of) the last things on his mind, until they met eyes across the bar.

he’d done such a good job until now. boston was a big city, anyway, so it wasn’t like he and patrice were going to bump into each other, and they hadn’t. not since their breakup, and brad was more than grateful for that. he didn’t need a constant reminder — other than when he purposely decided to go looking for it, which was usually into the early hours of the morning with a laptop propped on his lap, sometimes a little drunk and always pushing away the voice in his head that said this would only hurt him.

he tries to ignore patrice’s presence at first, simply turning to look up at the tvs above the bar, occasionally taking a sip of his third or so beer.

even if he wanted to talk to him, he’s surrounded by friends, all of whom are deeply invested in the baseball game on tv and getting closer and closer to drunk. patrice sticks out, though. just the fact that he’s sitting in the very center of the group, and from what brad can tell, everyone loves him, and he seems perfectly sober and perfectly calm, despite his friends’ bursts of roaring cheers or disappointed groans.

time passes slowly, knowing that patrice is sitting right there, and it’s late when their stools scrape across the floor. out of the corner of his eye, he can see patrice standing up, putting a hand on one of his friend’s shoulders, smiling now.

the image makes brad’s heart twist with some kind of odd and unexpected jealousy, and he averts his attention to the half-empty glass in front of him, running his finger across the rim.

the bar goes quiet, and brad doesn’t realize patrice is standing right next to him until he says his name, and brad looks over at him, feigning a sort of surprised expression, as if he hadn’t even recognized him. “oh,” he says, raising his eyebrows, “patrice. how are you?”

he’s a little drunk, so the words come out all slurred together like a child dragging the hair of a bow across strings, and patrice notices, his gaze flickering across brad’s face, that familiar saintly concern.

brad is just happy that patrice is looking at him at all.

“good,” he says after a moment, glancing towards the approaching bartender as if to decline any more drinks for him. it seems to work too, because the bartender turns abruptly to another customer. “i can get you home,” he says then, meeting brad’s eyes again.

“always so nice,” brad mumbles, only half-aware of his own words now, sliding off the barstool rather ungracefully, prompting patrice to put a steadying hand on his shoulder. “what happened to your friends?” he asks, wobbling just a little.

“they have another driver,” patrice says, like brad is the only thing that matters right now, and for a second, it feels good.

he’s missed him too much to decline a ride home, though his pride tells he’s not that drunk, and when patrice puts an arm around him as they make their way to the door, brad thinks for a second that maybe things were how they used to be.

sure, their relationship was tumultuous at first, but it got better, though brad always felt like he didn’t deserve him, which was true — he didn’t — but patrice always shook his head at that, like he couldn’t fathom why he would ever feel that way, and then he’d press a kiss to his forehead & pull him into his arms, and brad would put his head on patrice’s shoulder, closing his eyes, breathing in his scent.

he could smell it now, some sort of unidentifiable, clean musk, like shampoo and soap and just a little cologne, and when they make it to the car, brad doesn’t want to pull away when patrice opens the door for him.

he always used to do that when they were together. it didn’t matter whether it was a date or not, patrice was always at the passenger door, always happy to open it for brad. he made it seem like more of a reflex than a conscious thought.

it’s when patrice slides into the driver’s seat that brad can sort of focus on him for the first time, though his head feels like it’s filled with fog. he can see him better like this, his features illuminated by the streetlight above them shining through the windshield. the hard line of his nose, the curve of his lips. it isn’t until the car starts that brad tears his gaze away, trying to suppress the reckless urge to kiss him breathless, trying to forget the thought that after two years, patrice still looks the same.

“you still live at the same place?” patrice asks as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the space. the parking lot is empty by now, and brad can see in the mirror the reflection of the moon. it reminds him of patrice. he nods then, turning back to look at him.

it doesn’t occur to him that patrice doesn’t ask for his address, because he remembers. at one point, it was almost like his second home.

they drive in silence for a while. it isn’t awkward, not for brad at least, and he steals glances at patrice sometimes, wondering if he misses brad like he misses him.

he hopes so.

“i’m sorry, y’know,” he says abruptly, voice low, unable to stop himself (or the beer, rather) from talking. the words come tumbling out, almost tripping over each other, like his brain isn’t connected to his mouth. not that it is most of the time, anyway.

patrice clears his throat — the first time he’s shown a hint of discomfort. “i know,” he says quietly, because he’s heard it a million times before.

“no, but, like—” brad starts again, on the verge of rambling now. “i shouldn’t’ve treated you like that. you never did anything wrong. ever. you never did. and i— i fucked up. big time.”

there’s a long, heavy pause before patrice says: “that’s not true,” and something flickers in his eyes as he stares at the road ahead. “we both did,” he says after a second, the muscle in his jaw flexing. brad wants to reach over and brush his fingers across it.

two years ago was when it all fell apart. he was wound up all the time, letting work and everything get to him, and patrice was in the line of fire simply by proximity.

with all the arguments, he hardly noticed when patrice spent the days holed up in his own apartment, mulling over his own issues, things he’d kept from brad because he didn’t want to make things worse.

and at some point, everything eventually gets to be too much. brad knows that now. not everything can make it through.

patrice pulls the car towards the curb and parks, shutting the engine off before turning to look at brad, who has an odd expression on his face, something tired and hopeless and defeated, and patrice’s heart hurts so much that he has to look away, has to get out of the car and make his way to the passenger side to help him get out.

he keeps his arm around him, pushing the door shut with the other as he reaches for his keys to lock the car, and they’re making their way up to the sidewalk, up to the door, where patrice has to assist him with the keys, and to the elevators, where brad almost loses his balance getting in.

they make it down the hall. patrice stops in front of the door he knows is his, whereas brad tries to walk past his own apartment. “marchy—” patrice says, catching his wrist the way a parent would their child, pulling him gently back towards the door.

the nickname hurts a little. he can’t remember the last time patrice called him that.

brad, he would whisper over and over, like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever said. like his name was a poem. brad, brad, brad.

“oh,” is all he can say, pushing away the slight sting, putting a sheepish grin on his face, the same way he puts on a show for everyone else. plays the tough act.

there’s a pause. it’s a different kind of heavy silence than the car, and patrice’s hand is still on his wrist, and there’s so much that brad wants to say to him, but he’s not even sure how to put feelings into words, how to say that he wants patrice back, that he wants to try again.

and he thinks he can do better this time.

he wants to undo everything. to put things back to how they were before — back to june. two years ago. when they were laying in bed one morning, and there was all this light hitting patrice, like he was some sort of angel, and he reached over and traced a finger down the bridge brad’s nose, a gentle, warm kind of expression on his face

beautiful, he’d whispered. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

and brad can’t help it anymore. he leans forward and kisses him, and it’s like he’s been holding his breath for the last two years. in the back of his mind, he feels patrice’s hand drop from his wrist, and he brings his hands up to his jaw, thumb finding that place he’d wanted to touch, and in the high, brad doesn’t realize that patrice isn’t kissing him like he’s kissing patrice.

he doesn’t realize when they pull away either, though he thinks for a second that something is maybe, like, a little wrong, because patrice looks somewhat pale, but he can’t fathom why.

“marchy, i—”

it stings more this time, because brad wants him to say his name. he wants so desperately to hear it from patrice’s lips.

“i can’t do this,” he says, quietly, gently, like the good, saintly person he is, and brad feels like the breath has been knocked out of his lungs. “you’re not thinking right, anyway,” he adds, shaking his head, like he’s clearing his thoughts. like he’s the one who’s just messed up.

so brad unlocks the door with patrice’s gaze still on him, and he steps inside his apartment. it’s dark. and empty. and he turns around and looks at patrice, who gives him a tiny smile, though it doesn’t quite mean what brad wants it too. it’s the kind of smile he would give jake when he offered to be the designated driver. the kind he would give just anyone. because that’s just patrice.

“thanks, bergy,” he says finally before he closes the door, and it isn’t until some other night, some other time with the laptop sitting on his lap that he remembers that patrice has a fiancée, with his arm wrapped around her waist and those bright, smiling expressions, and brad wonders what he whispers to her when they’re alone.

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

[babblingfishes]

Another FroodPad Update

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[amiandthechaos]

Title: Trading Secrets

Ship: Lavender x Parvati x Millicent

Words: 1.4k

In honour of @hptriadsnet all-female ships and @quidditchleaguenet get to know the members challenge, here’s a drabble for my favourite f/f/f ship <3

Lavender was shaking from head to toe when she realized someone had opened the door to the broom closet where she and Parvati were hiding.

Or more like kissingtouchingpanting against each other.

No one was supposed to know, this was their secret, one they’d been keeping ever since last summer when her best friend and her promised each other it would only be a one time thing. 

But returning to Hogwarts for their final year and sleeping in close proximity to each other was not as easy as they thought.

And now someone else was in on their secret. Someone they recognized even as the light from the corridor outside poured into the cupboard and blinded them for a second. The girl was tall and intimidating and mean, and she wore green robes which was never a good sign, and before she ran away Lavender clearly saw Millicent Bullstrode’s cheeks blushing wildly.

.

Parvati and Lavender talked and decided that the best thing to do was to talk to Millicent. Perhaps they could persuade her not to tell anyone, if she hadn’t already, and their secret would be safe. Is not as if Lavender was ashamed of Parvati in any way, but she knew she wasn’t ready for the world to be exposed to her already confusing and private feelings yet.

All week she and Parvati worked up the nerve to corner Millicent and have this discussion, but every time Lavender looked over at the Slytherin table, Millicent was already looking back, her eyes flickering between her and Parvati before looking away. She was obviously telling them that she was aware they wanted to keep it a secret and was holding it over their heads. Parvati started getting angry and a few times Lavender had to keep her from ‘storming off to the dungeons and cursing the head off that evil, homophobic, barbarian’.

But the girls finally go their chance on Sunday evening, precisely the day they had decided to rest and figure out the problem the next day. They avoided the Quidditch game going on outside in order to have some quiet alone time at the library and catch up on all the homework they’d been too stressed to do all week.

Until they saw Millicent sitting by herself on a table, reading a book. She wanted to talk it through with Parvati first; form a plan or a strategy, but Parvati marched straight in and stood in front of Millicent, arms crossed over her chest.

Lavender wouldn’t deny that the sight made her heart skip.

“You have no right to be such a bitch to us!” Parvati whispered furiously to Millicent, who sat there looking confused. “You wouldn’t be doing this is you had found any girl and boy in a cupboard, but since it’s two girls it’s okay?”

Millicent got to her feet. She was much taller than Lavender remembered and she also looked rather strong. Lavender started pulling on Parvati’s sweater to get her to back off.

“You think I care that you’re lesbians?” Millicent asked with disbelief and Lavender felt something weird inside her. It was the first time someone other than herself or Parvati talked about that. “You think I’m homophobic? I’m fucking gay!”

Parvati grabbed Lavender’s arm, as if the other girl had just told them she’d murdered someone. Lavender was surprised too, but mostly because she didn’t understand how someone could care so little about saying it out loud.

“And what’s more, I’m polyamorous, so don’t come and try to place your ‘bigot’ label on me just because I’m a Slytherin.” Millicent sat down again, face red with anger as she closed her books with more force than necessary and started stuffing them into her bag.

After a second of silence, Lavender leaned into Parvati. “What’s a polyamorous?”

Millicent looked up at them and rolled her eyes.

“It means she dates more than one person at the time,” Parvati answered.

“Roughly,” Millicent said, apparently more relaxed upon hearing Lavender’s ignorance on the subject. 

“If you don’t care, then why are you always staring at us like you want to kill us?” Parvati asked.

Millicent’s eyes traveled to where Parvati was still holding onto Lavender before coming back up. “Because I have a resting bitch face. And because I don’t understand why you hide your relationship. You’re...cute. You don’t need to do that.”

Lavender blinked down at Millicent, thinking that her cheeks must be red for another reason.

Millicent got up again and threw her bag over her shoulder. “I know I said I don’t care, but just so you know...” she lowered her voice even more. “I will knock off the teeth of anyone who gives you a bad time.”

And with that she left.

The next few days Lavender and Parvati talked about Millicent a lot. In fact, every moment they had to themselves they spent either kissing or discussing the strange events on the library. They noticed that Millicent didn't stop looking at them every time they crossed each other, either together or by themselves, or furtive glances across the great hall. But Lavender now was seeing her in a whole different way, and she was not scared of Millicent per se, but rather of the way her stomach flipped over when she caught her eye.

Lavender was afraid to talk to Parvati about it, but she also couldn't stop thinking about polyamory. She hadn't even known such a thing existed and now it was even more intriguing to her than the whole liking girls business. She felt as though she just jumped from one internal crisis to the next.

"We should ask Millicent to come to Hogsmade with us next weekend," Parvati said as she brushed her hair, getting ready to go to class.

Lavender stopped putting on lipstick. "Really?"

"You know, to apologize for being the bitches we were accusing her of being."

Lavender nodded. Parvati walked up to her and with her thumb wiped some lipstick on the corner of Lavender's mouth. "I just think it'd be nice."

"Sure." Lavender smiled as her stomach fluttered. "Nice."

.

Asking Millicent to Hogsmade wasn't as weird and Lavender thought it'd be, and neither was being seen with her by the rest of their classmates. Somehow she had thought that everyone would be able to sense that three lesbian girls were out together and judge them, even though she was certain nobody even knew. And is not as if this was a romantic thing, not at all.

Lavender could tell Parvati was having a wonderful time getting to know Millicent, who had more in common with them than they would have ever realized. Millicent was funny, uncomplicated, and surprisingly, loved Muggle movies.

“They’re sort of addictive, I can’t stop watching them. I even learnt how to project them onto the wall using a strong Lumos,” Millicent explained as they walked back to the castle.

“Yeah, me and Lav watched a couple over the summer.” Parvarti grazed Lavender’s hand with her own as they walked side by side.

Millicent looked at Lavender, who had been quieter than usual due to the amount of confusing feelings she had revolving inside her. “And here I thought thar you were the talkative one between the two of you.”

Lavender laughed. “I’ve been told I need to shut my mouth more.”

Millicent shrugged. “I don’t know about that.”

When the castle was in view, Millicent stopped walking. “You should come to the common room sometime to watch a movie. I have a ton.”

“To your common room?” Lavender asked.

“Yes. It’s darker, cooler, and all around better to project movies.”

Parvati nodded. “Alright.”

Before Lavender could truly grasp what was happening, Millicent had leaned in and kissed Parvati’s cheek, and a second later she was doing the same to her. Her heart was racing so hard she barely felt anything else and for a moment wished she had experience it better, most likely to overanalyze it in her head for the following days like a crazy person.

“See you around, Pavender.” Millicent smirked before turning around.

“Ugh, never call us that again!” Parvati called after her, but she had a goofy smile on her face when she turned to look at Lavender. “Shall we go to the dormitories?”

Lavender nodded as Parvati laced their arms together. “Or a broom cupboard,” she whispered under her breath.

[camelliacats]

How to Make a Half-Baked Heart

Another drabble done for a prompt.

Fic: "How to Make a Half-Baked Heart" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Lavender Brown/Lucius Malfoy

Rating: T

Words: ~500

Additional info: romance, cross gen, angst, sequential, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: "Because he'd done it again. ... He was the fox to her rabbit." Lavender has had a love life of ups and downs, and she has hit another low. *sequel: "Chock It Up To..."*

                "If this is what love feels like, then give me a painkiller." —Unknown

                  Crumblecrumblecrumble—the brownie fell into her lap and onto the ground in big and little chunks alike, along with—dare she say or think it—her heart. Because he'd done it again. He'd given her a bit of hope (Merlin, how stupid she was), told her she just might be the only witch acceptable with less than pure blood (what was wrong with being a half-blood?), gazed at her with something akin to affection (how she could have fallen for a Malfoy, she didn't know).

                It was bad enough, the damage she had suffered from a tentative relationship with Draco years ago. When that was officially over, Lavender Brown had sworn to herself never to fall for another Malfoy as long as she lived.

                But Lucius was oh so sly.

                He was the fox to her rabbit. No, not like Binky, Merlin bless her pet rabbit's soul in bunny heaven after being attacked by an actual fox. No, this was a different kind of game. The usual cat-and-mouse analogy would not suffice here. He was a fox—cunning, a bastard with a sneaky smile to hide behind (smirk, really, but whatever). She was a rabbit—jumpy, innocent, wary, but unknowing. And she had left herself be caught by him.

                Crumblecrumblecrumble—the brownie didn't look like much of a brownie anymore. But it still tasted like chocolate…sweet and bitter and melty and rough all at once.

                Lavender sighed and leaned her elbows on her knees, wishing that Lucius would appear and make things right like a good man would. But he was not a good man; Lavender knew this, and still she wished for his touch and his touch only. No Draco could fix this. Ron? Bleargh. Don't even dare think of that Irish brogue of Seamus'.

                Lucius was the one with the ice-cold, crystal gray eyes that pierced her, that thwarted her attempts to break the surface from this drowning love. But…but he was the cause, too.

                He was all appearances. He had never meant anything serious. Lavender felt dumber and dumber by the minute as she pondered where they would go and if she should still bother reaching for him. So what if his illicit kisses drove her Azkaban-mad? So what if his arms were amazingly comfortable like the cushioned seats on the Hogwarts Express that had always lulled her into refreshing naps? So what… So what if his voice was like the music of the nighttime birds that sang each other love ballads in the Forbidden Forest?

                Crumblecrumblecrumble—there wasn't anything left of the brownie anymore. It had been reduced to a pile of crumbs, indiscernible from the gritty sand on the pavement, just like the remnants of her heart. With a heavy sigh and pang in her now empty chest, Lavender stood up from the stoop outside the door of Malfoy Manor and made the decision to leave. He was not going to come for her today. Today, he was someone else's dark knight.

XD I can't believe I wrote this! This has to be one of the best pieces I've ever written (if no one minds me tooting my own horn here, for once)…! I LOVED this, and I will DEFINITELY do more for them in the future!!!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: Y'know, 7 yrs later, just based on the writing alone and not the storyline, I think I agree it's still one of my best pieces. I like the rhythm here, and I'm a big fan of post-war Lav stories. -w-

[jxngh]

request : Hey pretty! How about 2 and 3 for the prompt list, with Jimin?? Thank u in advance 💖 < @hobipost >

2 “tell me where you want me to touch you.”

3 “say it baby, call yourself my slut.”

pairing : jimin x reader

genre : smut

warnings : nipple play, oral ( fem.receiving ), dirty talk, mentions of marking.

a/n : it's been a long time that i didn't write anything so i hope you like it ( and about the situation they're in now, i shared my opinions in another post. )

don't be a silent reader pls

" what a surprise baby.. " he said hands on your waist, slowly pushing you to his room. the excited, happy man turned to the most lustful one in seconds, his eyes darkened, his breathing got deeper. taking you between him and the door he shut gently with your body.

you planned to visit him and he happened to be in their comforting programme, spending the days with all members in a huge house, a pool, a field etc. so you wore a big white v neck shirt of his when you arrived and a swimsuit.

seeing his girlfriend arrive, he got out of the pool in milliseconds. he didn't even waited for his hair to dry a little, held your hand and took you inside with such happiness.

your hands went through his back, nails touching his freshly tattooed moons. then held his neck while he slowly kissed and sucked your neck.

" wanted to come see the moons.. i mean these new tattoos in person. " you giggled in a flirty way.

his face lifted to your face, moved closer but didn't kiss. " is that so? " he breathed to your lips. making your lungs search for more oxygen. " i can make you see the moons and the stars. " he whispered huskily. you could feel yourself getting more and more hot under his capturing gaze.

then a drop from his wet hair fell to your chest. his attention turned back to your body, licked it with a face which can be called sin. you whimpered and arched your back as a response.

you two were in another universe. and yours was caused by his spell.

his hands found the hem of your -his- shirt and dropped it. then his hands found the strips, opened them while kissing you neck to chest. you were sure that your cheeks went rose pink.

then he nuzzled between your breasts, hands resting on your waist.

" tell me where you want me to touch you. " he grunted.

" anywhere. " you said, lost.

he got your breasts in his hands, squeezing, leaving kisses and sucking them, making you moan his name for more.

then he slowly kneeled down while his mouth keeps working on your body, kissing, licking the places he undressed.

and you.. you were trying hard to stay quiet, knowing you can be heard. but it didn't last long cause your lover got the amazing skills on his tongue. sending it inside in a slow pace, moaning to your wetness.

" ah jimin, mmmh you're so go-od. "

he stopped for a moment and giggled, the way he sound so hot made your walls clench.

" my pretty slut likes it when i eat her out? should i give you what you want? or play you like a toy? you're a mess on my tongue anyways. "

to be honest, you'd take anything he gives. but now you needed a release.

" please, don't play- oh "

" then go on.." he left a kiss to your belly and looked directly into your eyes before leaving another kiss but lower this time. " say it baby, call yourself my slut. "

you listened to him as he slowly sucked your pussy.

" i'm all yours, your pretty slut mmmh only yours jimin. "

then he made you come on his mouth for many times, marking you his.

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[jxngh]

queued a jk drabble!! 🖤

andd rn i can try to write more if you pick prompts from here !