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🔞 | 30+ | he/him | 🇫🇮🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ | multiship
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i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.

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Protest

Kingsley/Charlie for @marauders-rarepair-fics and gifted to @puuvillaa for his birthday♥️

The empty protest barely fell from Kingsley's lips, the pillow muffling any sound that escaped. His hands, tied to his ankles, grasped at air as he fought for control, his body rocking back and forth.

The wet slurp of Charlie's tongue was intoxicating, flicking and probing at Kingsley without mercy. 

He didn’t want mercy.

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Protest

Kingsley/Charlie for @marauders-rarepair-fics and gifted to @puuvillaa for his birthday♥️

The empty protest barely fell from Kingsley's lips, the pillow muffling any sound that escaped. His hands, tied to his ankles, grasped at air as he fought for control, his body rocking back and forth.

The wet slurp of Charlie's tongue was intoxicating, flicking and probing at Kingsley without mercy. 

He didn’t want mercy.

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Bell Bottoms

Kingsley/Charlie for @marauders-rarepair-fics

Charlie picked up the photo on Kingsley's mantle; probably too nosy for a second date but who the fuck cared. 

In the looping picture, Kingsley looked young, his hair… well, existed. And the tight shirt and bell bottoms did absolutely everything to Charlie's insides. He turned around.

“Hey. Do you still have these?” 

Kingsley smirked and raised one brow.

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may 15 - time travel - @wolfstarmicrofic - 292 words

It was an accident in Potions that caused it. Sirius was aiming to throw something into Snape’s cauldron and mess up his potion. Instead, Sirius screwed up his own.

Apparently, it was remarkably easy to screw things up when you don’t pay attention to a dangerous potion and you have a stolen time turner in your pocket, who’d have figured?

And so Sirius found himself twenty years in the future. He arrived in Hogwarts, but it wasn’t his Hogwarts. He found himself in the hallway adjacent to the Potions room he had come from. He hadn’t a clue what to do with himself.

He hid behind a suit of armour upon seeing a boy that looked a scarily amount like James, but definitely not him. His son, Sirius figured, with pretty eyes.

He decided his best bet was to head to where he knew the headmaster’s office was, preferably without being spotted, he did not particularly want to be thrown into Azkaban for this. He wasn’t entirely sure what the punishment was for illegal and accidental time travel.

However, before he made it to the office he found himself face to face with a twenty years older Remus John Lupin. Remus looked at him in shock, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the situation.

Sirius bit his lip nervously, “Hey… Moony,” he got out, looking sheepishly at the older man.

He didn’t get a chance to explain before he found himself engulfed in an embrace that he felt as if he would die from. Remus held him so tight.

Sirius felt wetness drip onto his shoulder and couldn’t figure why Remus would be crying until he heard the words slip out of his boyfriend’s mouth, “It’s been twenty years, love… twenty…”

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Prompt 14 - Forgotten First Meeting

@wolfstarmicrofic May 14, word count 964

Sirius had been set up on a blind date by his brother's best friend, Pandora. She’d declared she was tired of seeing him moping about with no one to love and demanded he allow her to set him up. Sirius apparently had no choice in the matter, and he couldn’t explain why he hadn’t just sacked it off and not turned up to the restaurant. But he had, and he’d even spruced himself up a bit. 

“Table for two, should be under Black, might be Lovegood.” He told the host waiting just inside the restaurant. 

“Ah, yes, here we are two for Lovegood. Will your guest be arriving soon?” The host looked behind Sirius as though his date would just materialise out of thin air. 

“Hopefully,” He told the man. “It’s a blind date, so you never know.” The host nodded sagely, as though he got that a lot. 

“Ms Lovegood, enjoys sending her projects to us. She’s never once had a no show, I might add.” Sirius felt himself redden. He and Pandora would be having words. “Right this way Mr Black, we have your table all set up.” Sirius followed him into a corner where a small table was set for two. It felt very intimate already. 

“Thanks,” He gave a half smile to the man before he sat down. He opened the menu and glanced at the dishes. 

“Can I get you a drink Sir?” Asked a waiter. 

“Oh, yes. Gin and Tonic, please.” 

“Right away, Sir.” The waiter bustled off. 

A tall, bean pole of a man stopped beside his table. Sirius looked up and up and up from his seat. The man was well over six feet tall and fit as fuck. Sirius felt his insides do a little jig. Pandora had done good. His date didn’t look as impressed.

Sirius jumped to his feet. 

“Hi, Sirius Black.” He told the giant, holding out his hand for him to shake. 

“Remus Lupin.” The giant responded, engulfing his hand with his own. Sirius’s heart stuttered as he imagined those hands somewhat lower on his body. 

“Sit, please, sit,” Sirius stammered, “Do you want a drink? Er.” He looked around for the waiter and was relieved to see him walking towards him with his drink on a tray. 

“Here you are, Sir.” The waiter said, placing Sirius’s gin and tonic on the table in front of him. “Would you like anything, Sir?” He asked Remus. 

“Whisky, neat, please” Remus replied. The waiter disappeared again. 

“So, Remus. How do you know Pandora?” Sirius dove in, not comfortable with silences. Remus narrowed his eyes. 

“We went to school together.” Was the only answer he gave. Right, thought Sirius, short and blunt. This was going to be difficult. 

The waiter returned with Remus’s drink. 

“Do you know what you would like to order or do you need a minute?” Sirius looked over to Remus. Neither of them had looked at the menu properly. 

“I think we might need a minute, thanks.” Sirius smiled weakly at the waiter. 

“Steak, rare, please.” Remus said as he glanced at the menu. The waiter looked at Sirius, who quickly looked down at the list of mains. 

“Erm, I’ll have the chicken chasseur please.” He handed the menu to the waiter, and they were back to silence again. 

“So, er, what do you do, Remus?” Sirius broke the silence. Remus scoffed this time. 

“I work in a library,” He said bluntly. 

“Wow, I bet that's interesting,” Sirius pushed a bit. 

“I’ve been digitising all the old records. It’s mind-numbing.” Remus looked around as though trying to find the nearest exit. 

“Have you found anything interesting in the old records?” Sirius tried again. 

“No,” This wasn’t going well. 

“Sorry, have I done something wrong?” Sirius asked. They’d barely been there ten minutes, and he couldn’t think what he could have done in such a short time to anger him so much. 

“Do you really not remember?” Remus snapped. Sirius shook his head, taken aback by Remus’s tone. “Are you serious?!” Sirius had to bite his tongue not to respond how he usually would to that question. When he didn’t answer, Remus went on. “We’ve already met. You’ve been to my flat. Slept in my bed, amongst other things.” Sirius stared at him, trying his hardest to remember. 

Remus shook his head in aggravation and one of the wall lights glinted off a silvery scar running across his face and Sirius remembered. 

“Oh my God, Remus!” He hit his forehead with his palm. How could he have forgotten? He’d been so drunk that night and in the morning Regulus had rung him crying about something their mother had said to him. Sirius had had to sneak out to go calm his brother down. He hadn’t gotten Remus’s number and had forgotten where the flat was. 

That had been months ago and Sirius had never been very good with faces. “I’m so sorry.” He pleaded for forgiveness and explained what had happened. Remus still seemed a bit grumpy, but he stayed. They ate their meals and Sirius treated him to a big piece of chocolate cake as an apology. Remus cheered up after that. 

“So,” Sirius said shyly to him once he’d paid the bill. “Will you see me again or did I totally blow it last time?” He looked up through his eyelashes, knowing full well what effect that had on people. Remus closed his eyes for a moment, but gave in. 

“Yeah, go on then.” He grinned. “Fancy a night cap? At yours this time, that way you can’t sneak out,” Sirius beamed at him and, taking his hand, practically dragged him from the restaurant. He could just hear the host chuckling to himself as the door closed behind them.  

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If I was one of the omegaverse omegas I would just get a hysterectomy. Who has time to deal with all that shit just spay my ass

I don't think I've ever seen this take on the omegaverse, and it's frankly hilarious

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