#yw tickles

[daticklishwhissu]

Tickletober2023 Day 4: Boo

Ok, this time, it's a comic, because I think will be better if I make it as a comic, but anyways, Damian pulls up a little surprise tickle attack on his unsuspecting boyfriend Whisper (They Kissed after that) And also this comic also takes place in the 30th episode of 2021 Yokai Watch Note (妖怪ウォッチ♪ In Japanese) but this is more of a scenario on what if my OC was in it.

And for anyone, who's confused on Damian's costume, he's a demon goat, which I couldn't think about what costume I can actually make him, but I felt like a demon goat would probably just makes sense for his design, since they both have horns, so he can just slide the horns thru his costume without any trouble.

But on a serious note, there's gonna be an EAS alarm test in my area, so I'm pretty afraid about that, so I just hope everything is ok after that. But I hope you guys like it.

[olaineerz]

Shit talk: DW guys almost done all of your requests for today! buuuuut! I gotta do the daily hc! Ler!Lilith and Lee!Lucifer!!! I have always been wondering if Lilith tickled Lucifer whenever he was not paying any attention to her and stayed focused on his ducks. (Imo) Lilith doesn’t like when she isn’t in the middle of the attention so she tickles him so he doesn’t pay any attention to his duck making

okay that’s it yw

[eunchancorner]

I was just looking through your tickle plants tag-

and I saw the conversations about Kevin

Getting wrecked by tiny flowers in a field

getting tied up in flowery vines that also tickle him

gettin caught by the tickle tree

and then I remembered your fic about his tickle dreams

thank you for the serotonin :3

Lol yw anon, I aim to please

[wizzycore]

Here’s an ask! You’ve talked about how different Raven and Spider would be in your Godswap AU. But how differently would you envision things if Raven and Spider had the same domains, but switched roles. Raven is still the God of Light but is the “main antagonist” after escaping her prison. On the other hand Spider would still be the God of Shadow, but have the role of the Spiral’s “benevolent god.” And how would Bartleby factor into this?

Also I imagine each of these gods creating multiple children lol.

ohhhh... this is so spicy.

i got this ask yesterday[queue update: i think this will post in like... a week?] and im literally still tickled about it....

ok, so.

ohhh man, no, this is juicy. because the young wizard is responsible for freeing raven AND spider, so even when raven and spider's narrative roles reverse yw is still left w the shame and the short end of the stick....

so, the obvious answer would be that spider becomes the narrator. the nature of wizard101 is that supposed benevolence is your guide -- that goodness is the voice in your head that you listen to.

but i think it'd be more satisfying and more horrifying if the betrayal we feel in arc 3 with raven is more than just 'desisting' from light -- but that light itself was never goodness, and the shadow abilities that the yw so dreaded learning were instead the only moral path forward.

so, then, raven is still the narrator. but she only masquerades as a gentle guide in order to bring the yw closer to uncaging her.

as for why the yw in this scenario? in wintertusk, all who live there know raven as a scheming witch, and no matter raven's power, it would be in her better interests to find somebody illiterate in spiral lore to help her....

but as for what she'll do once she's out?...

😳

as a more serious answer, i think raven's antagonism wouldn't really kick in until arc 3 proper. she'd only start antagonizing the yw once she could confirm they're in cahoots w/ spider. and yw wouldn't be able to convince anybody that shadow isn't evil, that the casting out of morganthe was all in vain, that the council of light is backing somebody who becomes actively hostile to the spiral when pushed into a corner and loosed of her order....

spider, on the flipside, probably wouldn't necessarily be a GOOD guy, but i like to imagine in this scenario spider's presence as a benevolent god is centered in pity that turns to genuine admiration for spiral creatures, a shift from looking out through the pit to interacting often w the young wizard and people other than his children. i think that a universe that contains his essence, even if stolen, if he can see his own roots in it, he would be able to find love for it. in a kind of sad way. and so his aim would be to preserve at the very least his parts, if not the entire thing if forced to do so (while raven would seek to destroy it all and try again, shamed and panicked by the constant calamity the spiral brings itself)....

it definitely wouldn't be as quick story beats as regular arc 3. i think it would be more contemplative.

bartelby's task, i think, would be widely the same, and so would mellori and bat's. they form the paradox that the yw encapsulates coming together as allies, so no matter how and why spider and raven are opposed i think the task of the gang stays the same, with only their tensions and dynamics changed.

ahh idk 😭 its very abstract to me

[falaandu]

Emotes

Unterhaltung: /offer /angebot /agree /zustimmen /disagree /anderermeinung /object /widersprechen /veto /ablehnen /talk /reden /talkex /aufgeregt (reden) /question /fragen /shrug /achselzucken /listen /zuhören /silence /ruhe /yes /ja /no /nein /ty /danke /yw /gern /sorry /entschuldigen /silly /witz /jk (nur Spaß machen) Bescheid geben: /brb (gleich zurück) /going (ich muss gehen) /rdy /bereit /signal /signal /oom (kein Mana) /raise /melden /idea /idee Glückwünsche: /applaud /applause /praise /lob /commend /loben /clap /klatschen /golfclap (unbeeindruckt) /grats /gratulieren /luck /glück /cheer /jubeln /highfive /abklatschen /ding (neue Stufe) Zwischenmenschlich: /tickle /kitzeln /soothe /besänftigen /comfort /trost /pat /klaps /encourage /ermutigen /calm /beruhigen /pity /bemitleiden Gefühle & Stimmung: /happy /glücklich /surprised /überrascht /jealous (eifersüchtig) /bashful /verlegen /shy /schüchtern /curious /neugierig /glower /übellaunig /sad /traurig /cry /weinen /whine /heulen /violin /geige /mourn /trauern /tired /müde /yawn /gähnen /cold /kalt /shiver /frösteln Lachen: /snicker /kichern (belustigt) /cackle /gackern (Situation) /guffaw /auslachen (schall.) /chuckle /glucksen (freundl.) /smirk (verstohlen) /grin /boshaft /smile /lächeln /giggle /gibbeln (nur kicher) /lol /lachen /rofl (Boden kugeln) Blicke: /look /ansehen /eye /mustern /stare /starren /blank /ausdruckslos /absent /abwesend /gaze /blicken (sehnsucht) /peer /spähen (forschend) /suspicious /misstrauisch /nervous /nervös /awe /ehrfurcht /shifty /gerissen /scowl /finster /glare /anstarren (wütend) Situation: /boggle /verdattert /puzzled (Was‘n hier los?) /doubt /zweifeln /badfeeling /schlimm /amaze /wundern /confused /verwirrt /lost /verirrt /search /suchen /ponder /grübeln /think /nachdenken Warten & Folgen: /tap /klopfen /bored /gelangweilt /impatient /zappeln /twiddle /däumchen /wait /warten /hurry /beeilen /followme /folgtmir /beckon /herbeiwinken körperliche Aktionen: /bounce /hüpfen /pounce /anspringen /sneak /schleichen /dance /tanzen /shimmy /tänzeln /shake /wackeln /moon /hintern /point /zeigen /sit /sitzen /pray /beten /curtsey /knicks /kneel /knien /peon /kriechen /lie /liegen /flop /wälzen /sleep /schlafen /flex /stark /crack /knöchel /snap /schnippen /faint /ohnmacht Gesicht & Rachen: /whistle /pfeifen /sing /singen (beruhigen) /coverears (Ohren zuhalten) /facepalm /gesicht /pick /nasepopeln /smell /riechen (stinken) /sniff /schnüffeln /eyeroll /augenrollen /eyebrow /augenbraue /frown /stirnrunzeln /groan /stöhnen /moan (vielsagend stöhnen) /sigh /seufzen /gasp /keuchen /breath /durchatmen Tiere: /roar /brüllen /purr /schnurren /snarl /zähnefletschen /growl /knurren /hiss /fauchen /squeal /quieken /bark /bellen /moo /muh /chicken /huhn Pärchen-Emotes: /hug /umarmen /cuddle /kuscheln /pet /streicheln /holdhand /handhalten /arm /arm /massage /massage /poke /knuffen /ruffle /haare /kiss /küssen /lick /lecken /drool /sabbern /blink /zwinkern /flirten /flirten /love /liebe /faint /ohnmacht /blush /erröten /sexy /sexy /charm /charme böse Emotes: /mad /sauer /shakefist /faust /doom /drohen /gloat /hämisch /mock /verhöhnen /insult /beleidigen /rude (unflätige Geste) /snub /anschnauzen /spit /spucken /taunt /verspotten /scoff /spotten /snort /schnauben /scold /ärgern /shoo /verscheuchen /go (bitten zu gehen) /blame /schuldig /embarrass /beschämt /tease /aufziehen /mutter /murmeln /crossarms /verschränken Gebrechen: /hiccup /schluckauf /sneeze /niesen /cough /husten /headache /kopfschmerzen /sweat /schwitzen Essen & Trinken usw.: /eat /essen /food /hungrig /drink /trinken /thirsty /durstig /chug /saufen /burp /rülpsen /fart /pupsen im Kampf: /brandish /bedrohen /charge /stürmen /bite /beißen /cat /kratzen /slap /ohrfeigen /doh /hauen /smack (Klaps Hinterkopf) /duck /ducken /openfire /feuer /attacktarget /zielangreifen /victory /sieg /warn (warnen) /enemy /warnen /incoming /feinde Niederlage / Angstzustände: /surrender /ergeben /revenge /rache /truce /waffenstillstand /bleed /bluten /healme (Heilung rufen) /helpme /hilferufen /flee /fliehen /mercy /gnade /beg /betteln (erbärmlich) /plead /flehen /fear /fürchten /cringe /schaudern /shudder (nur schaudern) /scared /ängstlich /panic /panik Sonstiges: /work /arbeiten /train /zug /backpack /taschen /map /karte

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I've got an idea with you're still taking promts! I'd love to see the moment that the yw realised thay they had fallen hard for Crow.

Hello anon, got your request a while ago, and it really fits my mood right now!! I hope you like this :) it's.. very purple prose-y

purple prose for life.. short but emotional

Once more and away into the Darkness and into the danger's embrace. How many times has the Guardian left without saying what could be their last goodbye?

But now things are different. With silly flying butterflies in their stomach, they come home to a familiar face. It is unsullied with the Taken essence, free of abuse and with no tears streaming down the cheeks; Crow is there to welcome the Guardian home. He offers smiles and jokes and stories that the Guardian accepts with as much generosity as they are given. And every time it wraps around their heart in loops of yearning sinew.

It is easier to withstand the deadly heat or freezing cold when such warmth blossoms from their heart and into every vein. The Light comes to their beck and call with cries of crows and thoughts of distant future.

Let none be mistaken, lest of all themselves. They love him.

Fingertips brushing fingertips in scaled gloves, the air of sweetness and the ever present taste of blood red wine they had until neither could remember how to speak, how to move, how to confess. The tickle of black hair against their cheek and sincerity of hugs, given freely.

Wrapped in it, as a shield of blinding light, the Guardian would go through thousand Pyramids, through Vex labyrinths and find their way back to another who they branded "love".

There will be no last goodbyes.

[fernsplaysthings]

Another continuation of my YW x Crow fluff from here.

Definitely suggestive this time.

By the time Kestral had reached street level they were beginning to wonder if Roost was right and that this was an ill thought out idea. Yes, the conversation with the other two members of Fireteam Mayhem (and their nosey Ghosts) had been somewhat emotionally charged and had opened the floodgates on a rush of feelings that they weren’t exactly ready to approach in a measured way but they still felt the need to try and…

Kestral didn’t even know what they were going to say to him when they eventually found themself at the H.E.L.M. Not even just what words to use. They hadn’t exactly worked out what they were trying to convey. What needed addressing. Everything was fine as it was, right? They hadn’t felt as connected with another person as they did with Crow. Not since Artemis and Salome and that was lifetimes ago. He tugged on their heartstrings in all the best ways. They cared for him in ways that made their chest ache, their stomach flutter, and their brain go fuzzy.

Again, Roost wasn’t exactly incorrect when he’d suggested that perhaps those feelings ran a little deeper and in a different direction to how Kestral expressed them out loud but they couldn’t see themself throwing out the ‘L word’ on a whim either.

With enough drink they knew it could be a possibility that it’d just slip out by accident and ruin a perfectly good thing, but that could be avoided.

Did that mean it was true if they were more likely to say it while drunk?

Realising they’d now walked several times around the block to burn off their nervous butterflies and straighten out their thoughts Kestral stopped, hating the direction their mind had headed, and looked up towards the Tower. There would never be a good reason to keep guessing and speculating on these things while the solution was right there. Even if some of the fear was because somewhere deep down they were afraid of rejection. Even if a lot of the fear was because they knew that there’d always be the possibility they could hurt Crow in so many ways without even meaning to.

A little voice in the back of their head reminded them that they could trust the other Hunter with anything, this included, and that was exactly what they needed to get their feet working again to push them towards the Tower.

-----

Without their armour and weapons to hand, Kestral felt out of place in the H.E.L.M. It was a weird sense of vulnerability to walk through a place dedicated to battle, survival and strategy as a civilian when they’d usually be one of the larger presences at the wartable. Vulnerability was exactly why they were here though, and while admittedly of a different kind it did seem appropriate in a round and about way.

As expected Crow was in his shadowed alcove at the back of the main hall, perched on the bench nearby with Glint at his side chattering away brightly.

The sight brought a goofy grin to Kestral’s face as they approached, widening even more as the other Hunter looked up at the sound of footsteps and cleared the space between them in a couple of strides. Although he tried to hold back, to seem cool and collected as he stood before them, the softest look of adoration made itself clear on his face when he noted the other’s smile.

“You’re in a good mood,” chirped Glint, popping himself between the pair and looking from one to the other.

Crow pushed back his hood and rubbed at his neck, taming his expression enough that Glint probably wouldn’t tease him about it later, “It’s...nice to see you smiling.”

Their heart did something messy and fluffy at his awkwardness and for a moment that fuzzy feeling took over their thoughts enough to give them pause and cause Glint to take a longer, more concerned look at them.

“Sorry, just wanted to swing by and see you guys.”

“We’re glad you did! Aren’t we Crow?”

He’d gathered himself enough to nod, “Actually I was going to talk to you later anyway. Zavala’s got me doing some recon stuff.”

The fuzzy feeling subsided rapidly and their heart dropped, “Oh. Anything interesting?”

He shrugged, “I’m not really allowed to share the details. I’ll be off-world for a while though.”

It really shouldn’t have bothered them as much as it did. They were off on other planets and moons all the time and it’d never bothered them before. Not that they didn’t miss him before they got back or think about him during the quieter times but still…

“That’ll be Zavala’s way of looking out for you,” they sighed, that vulnerability seeping in deeper, making them want to tug their hoodie around them and hide, “It’ll be some good experience. Doing a bit of field work for the Vanguard and all that.”

Something about their body language had obviously given away their unease to the other Hunter even though they’d thought they’d hidden it particularly well. His gloved knuckles brushed over their cheek, pushing back the stray hair beside their face, fingertips running down their neck to rest his palm against their shoulder.

Despite the heaviness in their chest, the gesture still sparked a shiver across their skin.

“I didn’t want to head off without letting you know,” he added softly, “I know you do this all the time so it’s probably no big deal and...am I being stupid?”

Kestral’s chuckle was one of relief. It didn’t make up for the time they’d be apart - ugh, when did they get this sentimental? - but it was reassuring to know he felt similarly. They moved closer, looped their arms around his waist and looked up to meet him face to face. Crow rested his own arms over their shoulders, around their neck, instinctively returning the hold so he could lean down and press a chaste kiss to their lips.

“I’ll take that as a no?”

They laughed more confidently this time, “You’re not being stupid. I’ll miss you too. Always do.”

A mingling of concern and affection crossed his features and he pulled them in again to plant a firmer kiss against their forehead, only to tuck their head beneath his chin so he could rest his lips against their hair. It was sappy but there was something about being wrapped up in Crow, warm and safe, that put them at ease in a way they never thought they’d feel. It wasn’t often that the fabled Young Wolf felt protected, vulnerability be damned.

“Maybe we can spend some time together before you go?”

Eyes meeting again, Crow smiled, “You have something in mind?”

Kestral hesitated. No. No they didn’t. How did this work? What if it wasn’t fancy enough. What if it was too impersonal? Did they need to impress him?

“Wanna get takeout and spend an evening at mine watching movies?”

Oh no that was the worst idea. He was definitely going to…

“A quiet evening in, hm? I’d love to. I’ll bring snacks.”

Perhaps it was the heat that had engulfed their face or they way their heart was now light and fluttering but without thinking they stumbled over their tongue, words falling out, “You could stay the night too if you wanted…”

“Ooh.”

Glint’s teasing sound startled the pair, both realising that the Ghost hadn’t actually gone anywhere and the poor guy was front and centre to their awkward sappiness. Kestral’s opinion changed from ‘poor guy’ to ‘almost as bad as Roost’ when his shell flickered and his holographic eye morphed from smug to a cheeky wink. Crow didn’t seem to think too much of it, probably used to his Ghost by now, and rolled his eyes before settling his sights back on the Hunter in his arms.

“I’ll bring some snacks and a toothbrush then.”

-----

A movie and a half in Kestral started to wonder why they’d been so nervous about spending some time alone with Crow. Their takeout, a very large, very cheesy pizza, had arrived just as they’d started their first movie and Crow had made short work of scarfing back a healthy number of slices while immersed in some equally cheesy action flick Kestral had pulled out. They’d eventually settled back into each other, Crow reclined across the sofa with the smaller Hunter, their back to his chest, comfortably laid back between his legs. 

Somewhere during the second movie, something slower and a little more sappy, his hand had come to rest on Kestral’s bare stomach. A warm weight on warm skin but they’d still shivered when his fingers found the raised silvery line of a scar and traced it idly until Kestral eventually placed their hand over his to still it.

“Ok, that tickles.”

He laughed under his breath, sliding his palm upwards and feeling for other scars, “Do they all tickle? Or is this one just...new?”

“Not gunna lie, I don’t really remember. You get so many scars by being a Guardian.”

“Can I see them?”

Kestral paused, eyebrows raised in amusement, turning just enough to catch a glimpse of Crow’s face, “Excuse you. Are you asking me to undress?”

A deep purple flush rapidly covered the Awoken’s face even on noticing the playful smirk that the other Hunter was wearing openly. They’d turned further in his lap, lying chest to chest and looking up at him expectantly.

“I…” he swallowed hard, “I mean yes. I guess I am...If you want to.”

Kestral’s smirk turned shy, “You know you can’t unsee this if I do?”

“The only reason…” he leaned down, pressed a sweet lingering kiss to their lips, “That I’d want to unsee anything about you…” Kestral pressed up closer, deepening the kiss between his words, “Is so that I could see it again for the first time.”

He’d barely finished his sentence when Kestral had let out a soft breath, a slight hint of a whine, and snaked their arms up around his neck to tangle their hands in his hair, to kiss him with all the affection and warmth that his ridiculously romantic sentiment had sparked in them. Crow briefly forgot all about the scars and undressing and the shy awkwardness, and focused on not becoming completely overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. Heated lips, the gentle tug on his hair, sharing breath, the long line of contact between their bodies…

Gently cupping Kestral’s face he pulled back reluctantly, “Sec…”

“Was that OK?”

He grinned dreamily, running his thumbs over their reddened cheeks taking in the sight of saliva wet lips and eyes that seemed darker with their dilated pupils, “Yeah. ‘OK’ doesn’t cover it, actually. It was great. Really great, and we should definitely continue but…” he shuffled to sit up straighter across the sofa noticing Kestral’s attention drop downwards and a wolfish grin spring across their features when it returned to him, “That. And I’m not sure if I’ve done - I don’t remember if I’ve done this before and I’m not sure if that’s going to make it weird for you…”

“It’s not weird for me,” they replied quickly, “Crow it’s been ages since someone’s seen me as something other than a ferocious god slayer and too legendary for something as human as...as…” their mind reeled with words, the one they refused to say, ones too impersonal, some that just weren’t enough, “...as connection. As emotional and physical affection. Even before that. This though. I like this, even with all the weird bits. Especially the weird bits. I like you too. Kind of a lot.”

The Awoken simply stared at them with the most open look of adoration they were pretty sure they’d ever seen, completely silent.

“Shit. Too sappy?”

His response was to move his hands down around their waist, tug them to straddle his lap and kiss softly from their lips to their neck, smiling against their collarbone.

“It was very sappy. And I think, if we’re on the same train of thought, we should think about relocating to uh…” he looked up to see Kestral’s barely restrained smile, “To somewhere with a bit more space.”

“Bed?”

The second they said it, Crow lifted them, their legs wrapped around his waist, “I wasn’t going to say that but since you’ve suggested it…”

“Crow, you ass.”

“Bed it is.”

-----

Lola had seen some shit in her life but walking in to her friend’s apartment to see said friend, half naked in a shirt that did not belong to them, perched on the kitchen counter with a man that looked remarkably like the Prince of the Reef - not him anymore, it was Crow now - also half naked between their legs having an intimate conversation…

Well, it topped the list of things that made her lost for words.

It was only when the front door slammed behind her that the couple looked up, Kestral like a deer in headlights and Crow looking very proud of himself, that they noticed they had an unexpected visitor.

It took Lazarus launching himself into the side of Salome’s head to snap her back into the present, dazing himself in the process.

“Uh. Shit, Lola this is Crow. Crow, this is Salome, a good friend and part of my fireteam. This is a bad time, maybe you can…”

“Am I gunna have to start knocking?”

Kestral blinked a few times, “I...would like that. Yes, please do.”

“I cannot believe this is being turned into an actual love nest. Last thing I need seared into my brain is the image of my fireteam leader getting railed on the sofa.”

“Lola!”

“It wasn’t the sofa.”

Kestral’s head snapped back to Crow, face cheeks and ears all a deep red and slowly creeping onto their chest, “Don’t.”

Lola’s cackle drew their attention back again, “Ok, he can stay. I’ll catch up with you both when you’re not all loved up and shit.”

“Might be waiting a while,” muttered Crow, turning his gaze back to the other Hunter and running his knuckles lightly over their cheek.

Lola loudly faked some retching sounds as she left, slamming the door behind her.

[tk-writer]

I’m falling for buckethead even more 😩😩 THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY GAY ASS AS WELL we all need thy buckethead tickles in our lives

fam you and me BOTH!! and yw!! yall are killin me with the buckethead LOL

[skwigle]

bless u for the string of tickles rbs today

YW IM IN A MOOD

[daticklishwhissu]

So uhh I've been finally thinking about this, and I finally did it. I finally make some tickle headcanons for Whisper 2040 so here's some I headcanon of them

Whisper 2040

Mostly ticklish on his stomach, ears, tail, and underarms

Squirms but easy to grab

Weak against Feathers and Raspberries

Junior and Michi mostly takes advantage and playfully teases him

Still is a feather sensitive boi

As a Ler he playfully tickles his victims

Tickles Junior but most of the time he gets tickled back

Michi and Him Secretly tickle each other

Avoids tickle fights

Boops can affect him as well

He mostly squeals when he gets tickled

And yeah, that's technically it since I couldn't think more about what this guy would do when he gets tickled. So hope you guys enjoy this.

[skin-slave]

Oh my god the coconuts dream was you?? i didn't notice til now because i have two braincells and they're thinking about Micky and the current chaos, but also that's hilarious and sounds a bit scary tbh, anyways that blog is one of my faves because I literally don't dream so thanks I suppose? 💕

Yw!!! Yeah, I've submitted a couple of my PG-13 experiences 😂 I'm tickled when I have a "normal" dream bc I don't get them often. And we all love that blog, right?!? It's amazing!! 😁

[mvnvgedmischief]

11 please!!!!!

“Are you-are you flirting with me?” asked from this prompt

also if this one does not tickle your fancy, i wrote another lil drabble with the same sentence here. 

1.2k

broken down. run ragged. that was how they had been feeling during these events. or should he say, that was how sirius had been feeling. the two of them were just trying to figure things out, see where joining the order would take them, and spend time together. but moving had been much more labor intensive than sirius had planned, and it took a lot to find a flat they could afford in muggle london, given that they had to exchange galleons for pounds, which took a lot of explaining from remus. when they finally got it all set up, it felt like a home. all chunky cable knit blankets from hope and sprawling swaths of fabric they had every dyed together or sirius had painted on (he loved that remus was so fantastic about sirius’s interest in art). but between trying to maintain a cool head, to keep from dissolving into the demons that had plagued him so many times, and all of the things they had to do, sirius knew something was missing. he just couldn’t figure out what. what he was missing, among many other things was time with remus. the two hadn’t seen much of each other since graduation, and sirius just missed being around him. they didn’t go on missions together, didn’t have the same schedules, and remus was spending a lot more time at his parent’s house than he had anticipated. sure, sirius didn’t mind. hope’s condition had steadily been on the decline since the beginning of seventh year, and sirius would never fault remus for wanting to be there for her. he just missed being around his best mate. well, that and the fact that he had been pining over the other man for years. it had hit him like a ton of bricks while he was in school, that the way james talked about feeling about lily was the way sirius felt about remus. which confused the shit out of him. but when he finally came to terms with that fact, followed by the fact that it would probably never go anywhere, he made peace with it. that didn’t mean it went away though. it just meant sirius thought he would be alone forever, like his uncle alphard. and that was something he had come to accept.

sirius’s train of thought was interrupted by the loud crack of remus apparating home. he didn’t even spare sirius a glance or a greeting, before he picked up the landline in their kitchen to phone his parents. sirius would ask how she has been doing, but given the way remus just arrived, it’s safe to say today wasn’t a good day. 

“hei tad? ie, mi wnes i gyrraedd adref. dywedwch wrth mam am gymryd ei meddyginiaeth ie? sylweddolais i faint o'r gloch yw hi. dywedaf wrtho ichi ddweud hynny. ydw. iawn. caru chi. dweud wrth mam dwi'n ei charu hi'n iawn? dywedwch wrthi y dywedais y byddwn yn dweud wrtho. ffoniwch os oes angen unrhyw beth arnoch chi os gwelwch yn dda.” hey dad? yeah, i just got home. tell mum to take her medication yeah? i just realized what time it is. i'll tell him you said that. yeah. okay. love you. tell mum i love her okay? tell her i said i’d tell him. call if you need anything please.

he shouldn’t be listening in on remus’s phone call. he knows that. not when remus would never have done the same to him. but sirius doesn’t speak welsh– he’s listening for panic in remus’s voice. he’s listening to get a gage of how the other man is doing. when remus hangs up the phone, sirius scoots over on the couch to make some room for him. “rem, come here, yeah?” 

remus approached the couch with tired eyes, and sat down heavily beside sirius. he seems to be tapped out, exhausted, and sirius is definitely banning him from tonight’s order meeting. they’re not going when remus has this much on his shoulders. sirius would just force remus to stay home, but he’s sure remus can’t be trusted to stay away if he’s alone. “let’s do something fun tonight. you look like you need it.” “gee, thanks sirius.” “mate, you look like you’ve been through the ringer.” “wow, so glad you’ve pointed it out.” “well i’m just saying.” “can’t all be the image of beauty like you, sirius.” “excuse the fuck out of me, you are the image of beauty. like hello, freckles, bright eyes, good bone structure, nice arse.” well he definitely had not intended to sound that enthusiastic about remus’s good looks.“i distinctly remember you saying you had the nicest arse in our year.” “yeah, but i can’t see my own arse. i can see yours though, and no complaints there.” “well i’m inclined to agree. you did have the nicest arse in our year.” “remus lupin are you fucking serious? are you flirting with me? has hell frozen over?” “yes, yes, and no.” he grinned, but there’s something so genuine about the way he says it. while his tone is teasing, there’s something so real about remus agreeing that he was, in fact, flirting with sirius. which, confused all hell out of sirius. sure, they’d had this relationship for years, where they jokingly flirt. but sirius never thought that remus could actually be flirting with him. maybe it was the way the blush on remus’s face had travelled all the way down his neck, or the fact that remus genuinely did not look like he had it in him to mask any of his feelings right now. “you look confused.” “yeah, moony. i’m always confused. it’s my constant state of being.” “do i really have to spell this out for you, padfoot?” “please enlighten me, moonpie.” 

remus let out a deep sigh at that, but he looked endeared if nothing else. sirius didn’t notice that he began to hold his breath until he was reminding himself to breathe in the space between them. 

“i am definitely, 100% without a doubt flirting with you. you did have the nicest ass in our year, i’d know, spent a lot of time staring at it. and i know you thought i had a nice ass, because you and james have never been fucking subtle. i’m tired of bullshitting around, and you have no idea how to not yell on the landline when you call james and lily. just ask me to go get a pint or a coffee or whatever you want to do for a date. i’ll say yes. plus my mam said that i had to tell you all this shit before she died so that she could interrogate your arse.” 

“i– uh– wow. wanna blow off the order and go on a date tonight?” “more than you can imagine.” remus said, as he leaned forward to press his lips to sirius’s. sirius’s heart stuttered in his chest as he kissed remus, and his mind was reeling. he definitely was not really sure how they got here, but he was so glad it happened. 

[nogoodbyxs]

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♡ ▪ --- Emilia just arrived at her cafe and was preparing the first coffee for herself as usual. She always got there a little earlier, before anyone else, and had some alone time. Enjoying the magic of a quiet morning. Lips tasting the hot beverage while heading on the terrace along with the local newspaper. The female took a seat, putting her cup down as the sun tickled her skin and she began to softly hum a melody that was randomly stuck in her head. "Let's see what's happening in the world." Mumbling to herself before flipping through the 'paper. Light green hues widened as spotting an awful headline -- some murder and the offender being on the run. She shook her head in disbelief. Why did people have to be so cruel? A question she would ask herself a thousand of times. Emilia was about to take a look at the next page as suddenly finding the name Wilcox in association with the article. Wasn't that the surname of the family she used to work for when she was younger? Where she used to babysit this boy? She was sure it was. What was his name again? York.. yes York. Petals quickly scanned the printed words, finding a part saying the children were both missing. A gasp left her lips, covering her mouth with her hand and being caught in a tiny state of shock shortly. Emilia frowned and hurried inside again, grabbing her phone out of her handbag. Scrolling through all of her contacts, even the ones she merged from years ago until reaching the name YW. Opening the chat window hesitantly and seeing the young man in the icon above. 'Hi York? This is Emilia. I don't know if you remember me but I knew you when you were little. I just read the news which leave me kind of worried and I searched for your number. I don't even know if you'll ever get this but I hope you're alright. I'm here if you want to talk or need someone. Keep your head up. Xo' She typed before hitting the send button. Actually it was ridiculous to assume she would receive a reply but if she didn't try she wouldn't ever know.

[lukeysgirl]

Well, I'm going to put in a request and you can get to it whenever.Can you do a cal blurb (becuz he's bae)where he realizes he's in love with you for the first time? Like you're with his family and playing around with Mali and his cousins and he realizes that he is and starts acting different? Maybe his dad notices and gets him to tell you? Thanks

yw honey x 

so i m a g i n e winding up in Calum’s house after an eager invitation. Calum always invited you to their house every few Friday’s to spend time with his family and have dinner. So you always went, where you were always wanted and appreciated and welcome. Especially by Mali and a few of his cousins. 

“Y/N, let’s play Mama Mama, Can’t You See!” One of his little cousins chirped, her small hands on your knees with eyes full of hope. 

“Okay, little one,” you hummed, taking her waist in your hands before plopping her on your lap. She giggled happily at this, having you offer your hands as she wrapped her fingers around yours and pulled one towards you and the other away. 

With you completely distracted, you had no idea that Calum had been watching you from afar. He always found you to be so amazing, not only with his family, but in general. But this time, there was a sudden warmth that tickled in his stomach, feeling his face heat up and his heart beat just a little faster. He couldn’t comprehend it, but he couldn’t peel his eyes off you. He didn’t want to. 

Instead, he goes over behind you where you were sat on the couch and begins playing with your hair. You noticed this and tilted your head upward, glancing up at him. His heart stopped when seeing your beautiful smile shot up at him. He couldn’t help but want to play with your hair more, tugging it kindly as his calloused fingers held the spider web-like strands. He never really was the kind to toy with your hair, but you just guessed there was a first to everything. 

“You look really nice today, Y/N,” Calum complimented, having you giggle as you continued the hand game. 

“Do I look bad every other time I come over?” You joked. 

“No, never!” Calum quickly dismissed, having you snort a bit more. “Y-you just look really nice today.” 

“Aw, well thank you,” you took his compliment kindly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you beat his little cousin at the hand game. “Beat you!”

“Not fair!” She wailed, having you chuckle before tickling her sides. She began laughing, attempting to push your hands off her. As you did, Calum’s father leered up at Calum from the seat diagonal from yours. He noticed Calum looked down at you warmly, somehow in a trance as he touched your welcoming hair. His father then chuckled at this realization and shook his head in some disappointment. 

“Calum,” his father called, having Calum perk up and meet eyes with his father. “I need help in the kitchen real quick.” 

Obliging, Calum and his father meet over at the kitchen, where Calum sat at the counter to keep his eyes on you. His father noticed this, seeing this new brilliance in his chocolate eyes that had never been there before today. 

“You could just tell her you love her, you know,” Calum’s father began, having Calum choke on his spit for a moment before staring in awe at his father. 

“Dad!” Calum exclaimed, unable to comprehend his aduacity. “I don’t love her.”

“Is that right?” Calum nods. “Well then, how about you stop looking at her? And close your mouth so your drool doesn’t escape.” 

“I-I’m not looking at her,” Calum tried to deny, his eyes still set on you as you turned over to talk to Mali. Mali said something humorous, having you laugh as Calum’s lips curved to a smile. “She laughs so sweetly…” 

“Calum,” his father announced, lightly slapping the back of his head as Calum snapped his neck to look at his parent. “Go tell her how you feel. You’ll see that sweet smile of hers for a longer time if you do.” 

“But I don’t–!” Calum tried, but his father gave him a good look for him to feel completely defeated. His father was right– he absolutely was in love with you. He was, but he had a hard time trying to bring himself to believe it. It was so sudden, and it feels so wrong, considering you are kind’ve like his best friend. But Calum learned to take chances, as he didn’t want another minute to waste in understanding his feelings for you.

“Y/N!” His father called out, having Calum flinch from his ballsy actions as you turned over to look at them at the kitchen. “Calum needs to speak with you about something.”

“Oh, okay,” you hummed, placing his cousin down on the couch beside you as you stood up and walked over to the kitchen. “Thank you, Mr. Hood,” you greeted with a nod, having the man give you a respected smile before trotting his way back over to the living room. You leaned on the counter, noticing Calum keeping his eyes down at the processed granite. “What’s up?” 

“I-I…” Calum stuttered, unsure as to how to process his words. He wanted a more articulate way to tell you, but he was so caught up in the moment from the realization and his father’s audacity to really think straight. “I have to tell you s-something…” 

“Shoot,” you encouraged, looking wondrously at the boy, who was twiddling his thumbs before you. He then looked up at you, his chocolate eyes boring into yours as you watched him. “Cally?” 

“Can I just?” Calum began, raising his hands a bit to near your face. You looked skeptically at him, but shrugged and nodded, giving him the consent. You felt him cup your cheeks with his hands, having you open your mouth to question but couldn’t. He had already pulled your face to his and planted your lips on his own. 

“C-Calum?” You breathed, feeling him quickly pull away from your lips as he stared at you wistfully. 

“I-if I said I loved you, would you be frightened and run away?” Calum whispered, feeling a little awkward. You looked at him, seeing no joke or any sort of falter from his words. He solely stammered a bit, but his words came out clean and were clear. 

“No,” you hummed, taking his face into your own hands. “I’d say I love you, too.” With that, you tugged his face back to yours, pressing your lips upon his eagerly. 

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[ddpej]

Hey cousin! It's your winter anon again! Sorry to be messaging you so late, today got away from me. Thanks so much for the book recommendations! My library doesn't have them as e-books yet, alas, but I'll see what they have in terms of physical books. In any case, I was curious--> how did you find the Young Wizards books? You mentioned that you read them when you were younger. Do you have any characters you identify with? Or any scenes you reread again and again?

Hello again!  I am not sure if any of the T.Kingfisher stuff is physical, as I think she’s mostly self-published under that name, but good luck!  There are definitely physical books published under her real name, if nothing else. ^_^  Rambly answers below the cut!  (I hope they make sense.  It’s been a long day, and sleep will be glorious.)

I don’t remember finding the YW books myself, and to be honest I probably didn’t!  I was a voracious reader as a child, with definite but broad tastes, so my dad was in the habit of getting books for me from the (much larger) library near where he worked.  A lot of the books I read were things he found (or perhaps the librarians recommended, I don’t know) and just brought home.  I suspect SYWTBAW was one of them.  He also always looked up the books he brought home to see if they were part of a series and if the authors had written other things; that way if I liked a book he had some other titles handy to get the next time.  In this manner would I have gotten the rest of the series as they were available, up until sometime in my teens when he started to wean us off his library card. =P

(My dad truly went above and beyond, anon, you have no idea.  His books-for-the-kids binder was three or four inches thick, full of handwritten author pages front and back with the books listed by series on each page and the pages marked with colored paper clips – two related colors for each child, one that meant “really liked” and one that meant “liked well enough”.  I don’t remember for sure which colors were mine, but between the three of us we had greens, blues, and red/pink.  I honestly don’t know where he got that many colored paper clips, there were quite literally hundreds!  Titles on each page got.. initials after them, I think it was, to indicate which child(ren) had read them.  He also kept track of the books my mom read (and himself), though compared to us kids that was a very small trickle.  I think he may have also had some sort of time indicator that he used to note which authors he hadn’t brought home in a while?  Certainly he made a point of checking back periodically to see if authors had new books out, one way or another, so that he could add those to the lists.)

(He probably still has that binder, for all that it’s been unused for years.  Paper-clipped pages and all.)

Anyway!  I am not terribly prone to strong identification with characters so much as I am prone to flashes of identification with characters in specific moments, if that makes sense?  So while I wouldn’t say that I identify with Darryl as such – I am definitely not abdal material, for one! – there are nevertheless some shared autistic experiences in there.  Similarly there are resonating lines from/about most of the characters at some point or another.  (Interestingly, though I adore Ed, I don’t know that he’s actually got one of those.)  I am perhaps closest to the cats overall (Rhiow has more than a few resonances), but it’s hard to say for sure and I was not around for the Big Meow, so things may change once that’s eventually made available again.  I also have only read GWP once so far, so a lot of the newer characters are still fuzzy in my head.

As far as rereading scenes over and over goes, again, not as such?  I am far more prone to either settling in for a wholesale reread or else getting a tickle in my brain re: some specific thing and having to go look up that spot for a quick reread to scratch the itch.  (These tickles are usually along the lines of “[thing] happened, and [character] said something I liked.  How was that worded?”  And then I have to go find that spot to find out, and I usually end up reading the next three chapters just because, and sometimes I’ll just keep going until I finish the book.) (again)

..I feel like those last two paragraphs may not be very satisfactory answers, but they’re going to have to do for now!  Good night and go well.