Darling, Dearest, Dead 1/8

“Alright, we’re here,” Remus calls as he, Sirius, and Peter walk through the door.

“This better be important,” Sirius adds as they all make their way onto the couch.

“As a matter of fact it is.” James says, walking into the room.

With a grin, he pulls a small box out from behind his back. He opens it and sets it on the coffee table in front of his friends. The three men sit forward in their seats, inspecting the object.

“It’s a ring.” Peter says simply.

Sirius’ eyes widen slightly.

“A diamond ring.” Remus corrects.

“Oh, no.” Sirius whispers.

“It’s an engagement ring!” James informs them all.

They all look up at James silently, and he sighs.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, nervously toying with the ring. “The war’s over, figured settling down was the next step…”

“With Lily?” Sirius questions.

“So you want to get married?” Remus asks with brows furrowed.

“With Lily?” Sirius repeats.

“Yes.” James says with a nod. “Believe it or not, Moony but I’ve always wanted to get married and have a family. With the war coming to an end, now I can.”

“Yeah, and that’s great.” Sirius cuts in. “But Lily?!”

It's such an interesting story concept !! I love it 😍 corpse bride has always been a favourite, I really hope you keep going with it

Thank you thank you !!! I can't wait to read it again, I hope one day she finishes it ❤

Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

besties!!!!

for a limited time only, let’s do some blurbs!!!!

basic rules apply here: keep it sfw, stick to these prompts (make sure to give me the #!), female!readers and gender neutral!readers, and keep to the svu boys!!

we’re doing: nick amaro, rafael barba, sonny carisi, mike dodds, and peter stone (canon or baseball!au!! if you want baseball!peter, make sure to let me know! also lowkey open to high school!au)

i may not do all of the prompts i get sent, but please send some!! i’m in a writing mood and none of my wips are interesting me - i also need something to do during the braves game lol.

so send in some prompts!!! send some fun ones!!

Let’s do it 🙌🏼🙌🏼 it’s been ages since I wrote anything, let’s give it a crack

Svu, ncis, supernatural, Harry Potter characters, marvel

Kissing prompts !! Send some in x

Those Long Nights

From the prompt list here ~ Feel free to send me an ask with your request. Please include prompt number and character ~ I’ll do them for svu, ncis, supernatural, marvel and harry potter 

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Prompt #14 ~ Kiss on the neck

The bedroom is dark when you wake up, a slight breeze rustling the curtains over your open window, the sounds of New York outside. You yawn, stretching your arm over to the other side of the bed, disappointed but not surprised to find it cold and unslept in. Rafael had been working non stop on his case, one that was taking all of his time and energy. He’d been pulling all nighters, coming home at ridiculously late hours, only to hole himself up in his home office until morning. 

You run your fingers through your hair as you sit up, letting the sheets pool around your hips, goosebumps prickling over your skin in the cool night air. You frown, loneliness creeping up on you despite your boyfriend only being two doors down. You had all the patience in the world for his work, for everything that he poured into his cases, the time and the effort, but you couldn’t help missing him. 

Pulling back the covers you slip out of bed, grabbing one of Rafael’s button ups from the laundry hamper in the corner, wrapping it around your body as you left the bedroom. His office door wasn’t closed the whole way, a sliver of light peeking out into the dark hallway. You tap your knuckles on the door before pushing it open, smiling softly as your boyfriend looks up from his desk, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. There’s a sea of papers surrounding him, stacks of folders on the desk. He looks exhausted, the usual light in his face dim.  “Mi Amor,” He greets you, putting the papers down as you come around behind him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as he leans back in the chair. “What are you doing up so late?”  “I miss you,” You reply, pressing your lips against the side of his neck, hints of his cologne still lingering on his skin. 

Rafael sighs, weaving his fingers through yours, giving them the lightest squeeze. He pushes out his chair a little, pulling you down onto his lap, your arms going around his neck as his wind around your waist.  “I’m sorry, it’s just this case, it’s -”  “You don’t have to explain yourself Rafa, I know,” You rest your head on his shoulder, smiling as you feel his lips on the top of your head. “But how about for the rest of the night you come to bed, you cuddle your girlfriend and recharge. You’re exhausted and all this work will still be there for you in the morning.”  “Hmm, that does round really nice actually.” 

Standing back up you pull Rafael to his feet, keeping your hands locked together as you lead him back towards the bedroom, glad that at least for tonight you’ll have him back in your arms.

*This was the first time I’ve written anything for Rafael so please be kind, come and tell me what you thought or feel free to send me a request from the prompt list tagged above *

Late night detention with Sirius after he gets you in trouble...

You scrub angrily at the inside of the cauldron, muttering bitterly under you breath. You couldn't believe that you got stuck down in the potions classroom with Sirius Black of all people, scrubbing out old potions as detention. It was all his fault of course, he was nothing more then a pompous, big headed, immature child and -

"Hey, do you mind mumbling a bit quieter over there? I'm trying to concentrate."

You look up to where Sirius is rocking backwards on one of the stools, his eyes were closed and it looked as though he hasn't touched any of the cauldrons in his pile. Anger simmered away under the surface of your skin and you found it hard to resist throwing something at him.

"Are you actually going to do anything tonight?"

"I could," Sirius shrugged, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "But not doing anything is making you even more upset princess and that's all the satisfaction I need."

This time you did throw something at him, the hard thud as he landed on the floor absolutely worth the last hour you'd spent in detention. Sirius gets back to his feet, cheeks red as he stalks over to where you're still kneeling on the floor. He leans over you, curls dropping down across his face, a sneer contorting his otherwise soft features.

"You're going to pay for that princess."

Not at all wanting to back down under his hard stare you push yourself up higher, until the two of you are face to face, your noses almost bumping.

"Bring it."

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A cold winters date with James in Hogsmeade

"I really want to kiss you."

James' admission takes you by surprise, your cheeks warming under his gaze despite the frigid temperature of the day. You tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear and duck your head, mumbling out your reply.

"Oh um.. that - that would be o - okay with me."

James smiles and pulls you away from the main stretch of road, into a small alcove with a staircase. You lean back against the wall, heart in your throat as his arms circle around you.

"Ready?"

It's only your first date but James had been wanting to kiss you the whole time, he was completely entranced by you and everything you said. When you nodded to his question he smiled, his usual confidence returning as your lips met in a soft, tender first kiss...

*photos and images found on pinterest*

A cold winters date with James in Hogsmeade

"I really want to kiss you."

James' admission takes you by surprise, your cheeks warming under his gaze despite the frigid temperature of the day. You tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear and duck your head, mumbling out your reply.

"Oh um.. that - that would be o - okay with me."

James smiles and pulls you away from the main stretch of road, into a small alcove with a staircase. You lean back against the wall, heart in your throat as his arms circle around you.

"Ready?"

It's only your first date but James had been wanting to kiss you the whole time, he was completely entranced by you and everything you said. When you nodded to his question he smiled, his usual confidence returning as your lips met in a soft, tender first kiss...

*photos and images found on pinterest*

A cold winters date with James in Hogsmeade

*photos and images found on pinterest*

Imagine Harry asking Sirius about you...

Harry walks into the kitchen of Grimmauld place with a photo clutched in his hands, his eyebrows knit together as he moves over to where Sirius is sitting at the table. By chance Sirius had come across some of James’ things, tucked away and forgotten about in the back of a closet; he’d given them all to Harry, hoping that his godson would find something in the mix of things to help him feel closer to his father. 

“Hey,” Sirius looks up as Harry starts to speak. “Who’s this in the photo with you?” 

Sirius takes the photo from Harry, looking down to see a much younger, happier version of himself, arm slung around your shoulders, the both of you laughing. He remembers the day pretty clearly, remembers Remus snapping the photo of the two of you without you knowing, but he can’t remember what the two of you were laughing so hard at, it sends a sharp twinge through the pit of his belly. 

The two of you had dated through the later years of Hogwarts, moving into a rundown London apartment the day after you finished school. Sirius had thought about you a lot over the years, especially when he was locked up. He thought about everything that had happened through that first war, the loss and the ugliness and how you’d always stayed a ray of light in his life, no matter how grim things were. 

Sirius’ eye glaze over has he hurriedly tries to blink away the tears before Harry notices them. There’s a barely there smile on his lips as he traces his finger delicately over the photo, all the small details in your face that his memory hadn’t done justice. 

“That’s y/n,” He whispers, a deep ache in his chest. “She died a long time ago.” 

*Gif not mine*