and go on his merry way

a tale of trees and espionage

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.

Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

thank you, @lindlovesbts <3


You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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someone: inception wasn’t the greatest. the concept was cool i guess but it was kind of bor-

me: so like, anyways! u know that scene where they’re in the hotel in the dream and eames is on the floor about to put the needle in his wrist—which he was totally capable of doing by himself by the way—and arthur just fuckin, comes over, gently takes eames hand and puts the needle in for him while eames lays back and smiles up at him and is like “security’s gonna run you down hard” and arthur smiles and shoots back “and i will lead them on a merry chase” and eames huffs and says “just be back before the kick” and arthur is like “go to sleep mr eames” like what the fuck? was that eames seriously telling arthur to be careful and to be safe??? was that arthur honestly smiling back at him and saying “of course, im going to be perfectly fine” like it sounds like a conversation they’ve had before? don’t even get me started on the “EAMES? he’s in mombasa!” honestly arthur how the fuck did you know that. HOW! why was there so much subtext, c nolan? i need answers it’s been 5 years i am tired

Dating Bruce Wayne Would Include

(Btw I am using the Batman v Superman Bruce Wayne, y’all)

  • Not being entirely sure as to how it all even happened
    • On the off-chance that you’re one of Gotham’s minimal elite, you probably met Bruce at a charity gala and, for some reason beyond your comprehension, he picked you out of the other well-dressed women
    • In the higher likelihood that you don’t come from an affluent family, there’s a multitude of possibilities as to where you met: Maybe you were at a gala working as part of the catering company and he accidentally spilled red wine on you. Maybe you worked as an intern or temp or had a desk job somewhere in the Wayne Enterprise building in Gotham. Or maybe he just saw some assholes giving you a rough time and he stepped in and then offered to walk you home.

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BTS SPRING DAY THEORY.

Based on MV only.

1.Taehyung was seen kneeling in the train track alone.
He was paying respect to Jin that had pass away and was also trying to reminiscences the time the 7 of them enjoyed on the train ride.

2. Which pans out to a scene of the train track which could suggest a ride back to the past.

3. Jungkook on train and jimin at sea alone which shows the aftermath of Jin’s death. They 6 friends are separated from each other wanting to be alone and paying their respects to Jin in their own ways.

4. Rapmon’s Lyrics : Miss you (they miss jin and the times they were together.
Time’s cruel (further emphasis on jin’s death)
Seeing each other for once is now so hard between us. (Suggest that they split up after jin’s death and also the 6 of them never met up after his death)

5. First appearance of omelas : it's  bright with people suggest the happiness of the 7 friends
No vancany because they are happy with just 7 people it’s more enough to create happiness in their omelas and true enough it is supported by the time they spend playing around in their happy sphere of bubble: omelas.

6. Staircase scene. Jin was the only one not on the stairs and not moving which is the reason why i suspect his dead and him holding up an invisible Polaroid  where he always capture the moments he had with his friends but he is no longer able to continue his journey with them therefore he didn't  follow up the stairs because he has to go.
He was trying to capture the last moment with them using his eyes and a fake Polaroid.

7. Jungkook and his ynwa merry-go-round. V alone on train track and jimin at beach. Everyone is alone. He was also reminising about the past and was alone because he misses jin and his friends which went separate ways after his death.

8. Omelas with only rapper line out front in winter. They don’t look happy because they wanted to leave this so called fake ‘happiness’ ‘paradise’ after Jin’s death.

9. Taehyung foreshadowing jin’s death with fake camera in his hands.

10..Jimin with shoes at the beach contrasted to Jin not wearing shoes in WINGS and wearing a white shoe in run concept photos because you don’t need shoes if you are dead in reality (wings) but you need shoes if you live in heaven (run)

11. Jin with washing machine. And his photo is like literally in the washing machine. More memories of jin and members. Because jin washes their clothes for them.  Now he is dead so the clothes piled up as no one is there to wash for them.

12. Jhope turn to reminise about the past and eveb have a paper plane to send a letter to Jin above. Because he wants to communicate to jin in heaven so they always look up in concept photos too.

13. Staircase scene..now jin is alone because his friends have all left him. He has nothing to capture as memories and put down his fake camera.

14. Jungkook tried to find his friends and ended up at omelas now with a dark aura and no vacancy suggesting that their happy moment is no longer available.  The word play on’ no vacancy’ and the contrast in color of the 'omelas’ suggest the end of their most beautiful moment in life.

15. He ran to places they have been before..from train to washing machine. Finally met his friends but was all but a memory.
Taehyung’s lyrics: you know it all you are my bestfriend. (This is an ultimate way of suggesting jin’s death)

16. Jungkook with his match sticks. Namjoon in train alone. Jungkook was alone at first but relight so his matchstick and was with his friends.

17. Jimin beckoning them to come to the fields.
Because lyrics “ i will come for you (jin)” and “no season last forever”

18. Jimin place the shoes to commemorate or remind them of Jin on a tree. And they members are now all back together looking fondly at the tree.
The last scene the tree at cherry blossoms. “Until the cherry blossoms” so maybe jin died in winter and they had a rough time but now spring is finally here as you can see cherry blossoms near the trees and they are back together as 7 members.

19. If you count the last scene where there is the tree and only 6 people on the ground in the shade of the tree. Jin is still watching over them.
Because in the end: You never walk alone.


Omggggg. I am soo dead..gosh damn i cannot take this. 💯 for bts and bighit.
Okay then again this time around the mvs isn’t as tricky but it’s just my theory. There can be 101 more interpretation. Also it’s just based on the spring day mv. So i believe there is a deeper insight. I will wait for not today to come out too. Okayy. I am soo tired. And well overwhelmed. 😢😙❤

-J.L

Trading Places. (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut and fluff
Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Wanting to surprise you, Yoongi lit your favorite candles and planned a cheesy, romantic night but when he realised you’ve had a bad day, he suggested you should change it up and trade places. Laying on the bed, spread out for you to do whatever you wanted to him. “Do your worst,” he said.

WARNINGS: sub!yoongi, a lot of fluffiness, bathtub sex, dirty talk, light spanking, dom!reader etc. etc. etc. - Reader Discretion advised. y'all I legit don’t even know what this is but I kinda like it????


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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Prompt: You know the song I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus? Pretty much what the title says with Damian being shocked to see Batmom kissing “Santa Bruce Wayne Claus”.

“Damian, sweetie, what are you doing?” You asked looking suspiciously as you observed Damian setting up a dangerous looking bear trap in the fireplace. As a parent you figured you should at least a little bit worried, as Batmom though little surprised you anymore.

“I’m protecting us from unwanted intruders.” He answered simply, not bothering to stop setting the trap or at the very least act like he should be hiding what he was trying to do.

“Protect us from who?” You asked.

“The supposed magic fat man who breaks into homes through the chimney. He won’t be getting into this home.” Damian said with fierce determination. You racked your mind on how to possibly rein in this situation.

“You mean Santa Claus?” You asked.

“Yes. He will pay dearly for breaking and entering into our home.” He said threateningly.

“Sweetie, Santa leaves presents. He doesn’t have any ill intentions when he comes into houses.”

“It’s about the principle mother! He has no right!” Damian said righteously. And to think you thought Damian didn’t believe in Santa Claus …

When night fell and all the boys went to bed you went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you ran into Santa Claus himself. You smiled fondly at Bruce while he set presents under the tree in a bright red suit.

“I’d watch where you step if I were you. Damian took … precautions.” You cautioned him, leaning against the doorframe as you slowly sipped your water.

“Believe me, I know. I had to disable a trip wire connected to the trigger of a crossbow.” Bruce chuckled setting the bag of presents down and walking over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You should have at least triggered a few of them. An arrow imbedding in the wall or some spilled blood will go a long way to keep Damian’s belief alive.” You joked poking him in the side.

“Duly noted.” He grumbled. You smiled warmly at him before being overcome by a deep yawn.

“Come to bed soon? Knowing Dick, it’ll be an early morning.”

“Go ahead and go to bed. I’ll only be a few more minutes.” Bruce encouraged gently.

“Alright.” You agreed reaching up to press a kiss onto Bruce’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Santa.” You said playfully. Bruce smirked and tilted his head slightly so that your lips met. You giggled lightly at the feeling of his fake beard scratching your face.

“Intruder!” Damian’s voice shouted out furiously from the stair case. “Get your hands off my mother!” He snarled, charging at ‘Santa’ with his sword raised. Bruce sent you a quick wink before throwing down a smoke bomb and disappearing to goodness knows where.

“Coward!” Damian shouted into the emptiness of the room, hoping that the intruder would show his face and battle him. When it was clear that wouldn’t happen Damian rushed over to your side.

“Did he hurt you? I swear I will hunt him down if he hurt you!” Damian promised. You gently laughed and hugged him to you, your fierce over-protective son.

“I’m fine, sweetie. Let’s go back to bed.” You said, already leading him towards his room. “No buts.” You said firmly when he looked like he wanted to argue. He let you lead him back to his room but stopped you in front of you and Bruce’s door.

“I’m staying with you tonight, Mother. I won’t let him hurt you.” He insisted. You smiled fondly at him and gently ran your fingers through his hair. From the look in his eyes he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“My hero.” You smiled genuinely and opened the door to your room. Luckily Bruce lay “sleeping” in the bed, appearing to never have left. Oh you’re good …

Smiling to yourself you crawled into bed with Damian not far behind you, falling asleep between you and Bruce. It would seem that Damian scared the intruder Santa off because he quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until early the next morning when Dick bounded in during his rounds to wake everyone up.  

Reign I (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1638

Summary: Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader. 

A/N: do you hear me gasping for air? because it’s happening. i’m so in loove with this like oh my god. i just love AUs so much! I hope you guys enjoy this! I’m thinking of making this a series? we shall see where it takes us

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Imagine you tried to rob a wizard's tower

The cold stone walls close in on you. There’s fresh, clean straw under you and an empty bucket in one corner. A torch burns resolutely in the hallway. You knew this was a stupid idea. One of the boys in your village convinced you that the wizard is a fraud, that his potions are sugar water and his magical talismans are useless bits of junk. The boy dared you to sneak into the wizard’s tower, steal something, and bring it back. You agreed, but mostly to shut him up. You’re not afraid of the wizard or his alleged power. There’s no such thing as magic, after all.


The wizard’s tower was just outside of the village, at the edge of the forest. If it had any kind of guards or defenders, you’d never seen them. You snuck in through a crack in the wall and looked through shelves of bones and crystals and things you couldn’t even identify, searching for something small enough to slip into your pocket. You were startled by a noise behind you, and even more startled when you turned to look at the source. A little humanlike figure, about the size of a pigeon, sat perched on a shelf and grinned at you. It spread out its batlike wings and said something in a language you’d never heard, a few syllables that echoed strangely in the small room. Everything went black, and when you woke up, you were in a cell.

So here you are, imprisoned. There’s a man looking at you through the barred door. He’s a short and slight, with a neatly trimmed beard. You’ve seen him before, hawking the wizard’s wares in the village market, all smiles and lofty promises as he peddled healing potions and fertility charms. He is not smiling now.

“Why did you invade my tower?” he asks. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

You’ve always assumed that he was actually the wizard’s assistant, or just a hireling. He looks nothing like you’ve always pictured wizards. He’s wearing a look of extreme annoyance and the kind of tunic and trousers that wouldn’t look out of place on the village innkeeper. You don’t know what you expected. Elaborate robes and a long gray beard. For some unknowable reason, you’re unwise enough to say so.

“The robes are only for ceremonial use,” he says. “They are dreadfully uncomfortable. I can’t be bothered to wear them all the time. You break into my home, and now you expect me to walk around draped in all that nonsense just to meet your expectations?”

Lost for words, you can only shake your head.

“And what about you?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Why are you here? I warn you, I won’t take pity on you no matter how heartrending your story is. Your mother’s dying from some horrible disease the healers have never seen before? Is it your sister? Are your crops failing? I rather liked the thief who said he needed a lucky charm so he could win enough gold to pay off his gambling debts. I can imagine how he got into trouble in the first place.”

“A boy in the village dared me,” you admit, and your voice comes out as little more than a whisper. It sounds pathetic even to you. Your heart is pounding and if you weren’t still on the ground, you’d probably collapse anyway. “I only said yes so he’d shut up. I didn’t even take anything. I swear, I’ll never come here again-” You trail off as the words die in your throat.

The wizard closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Those charms I sell in the market? Those are mere trinkets,” he says. “Little things to keep the villagers happy. You have no idea what I can really do. If you ran off with something really dangerous, you could unleash horrors you can’t even imagine. I mean hellfire raining from the skies, cattle transforming into ravenous beasts. And that would be the least of it. You could end the world.”

“I’m sorry,” you try to say, but it just comes out as a squeaking noise.

He’s still glaring at you, but something in his expression actually seems to soften a little. “Still, you’re honest,” he says. “That’s a rare trait.”

“Are you going to let me go?” you ask.

The little winged creature is sitting on his shoulder. It chitters at you and draws one slender finger across its throat.

The wizard smiles coldly. “Eventually,” he says. “I can’t let intruders just run off on their merry way. You might decide to pay me a return visit. Or tell someone that I’m soft on thievery.” He pulls a bottle out of his pocket and holds it up to the bars. It’s clear glass, with a cork trapping some clear reddish liquid inside. “Here’s the deal. Drink this, endure what’s going to happen to you, and then you can go. Don’t drink it, and you’ll stay locked in this cell forever or until I find another use for you and all those delightful organs of yours. You would not believe what you can do with a human spleen.”

You hesitate. “Endure” is a very scary word, considering your current situation. But he did promise to let you go, and whatever that potion does can’t be worse than staying locked up forever. At least, you hope not.

The potion bottle clinks against cold iron as you pull it through the bars.. It’s heavier than it looks. “What is it?” you ask, studying the contents. “What’s going to happen to me if I drink this?”

“And ruin the surprise? It will hurt,” he says. “It won’t kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have bothered with the cell or dangling the thought of freedom out in front of you. I’m not that sadistic. Well, I am. But only sometimes.”

It’s still not very reassuring, but what he’s saying makes sense. He hasn’t hurt you so far, besides locking you up. And to be honest, taking his offer is the best option you have available. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll drink it. And then do you swear by the Light that you’ll let me go?”

The wizard is quiet for a moment. “The Light and I are not on particularly good terms,” he says. “But if it puts you more at ease, I swear by the Light that I’ll release you alive and unharmed.”

Somehow, it doesn’t put you at ease at all. But you believe him.

You try to open the potion bottle. The cork’s wedged in tightly and your hands are shaking too hard to pull it out. The little winged creature flutters off the wizard’s shoulder, flies right through the door, and lands beside you. Its agile fingers work the cork out easily, and the creature holds the bottle out to you expectantly. The potion smells like herbs and something you can’t quite identify.

“My familiar will have to stay here to keep you company,” says the wizard. “I can see through its eyes, and it is rather stronger than it appears. I’d advise against trying anything. Now, drink that so I can get back to work.”

Closing your eyes, you swallow the bottle’s contents. It tastes overly sweet and your throat tingles afterwards. You’re tingling all over, actually, and you can feel something shifting deep inside of you. There’s a twinge of pain deep in your belly. “What did I just drink?” you ask, trying to fight off a feeling of impending doom. “What’s happening to me?”

The wizard’s already setting off down the hallway. “You’ll see,” is all he says.

***

The familiar can’t seem to sit still. It paces up and down the length of your cell, occasionally flying out through the walls and back again. Whenever you try the walls they’re solid rock; the familiar must be able to pass through them magically. Once, you get up to try the door but the familiar just chitters at you menacingly. You sit back down and try to ignore the growing ache in your belly.

It started out as a mild annoyance, so slight you thought you were imagining it. Now it feels like someone’s punched you in the belly; not hard, but it hurts enough to be distracting. It feels like hours have passed but aside from the stomachache, nothing else seems to be happening to you. Maybe the potion really was sugar water after all. Or maybe it just didn’t work. You hope it didn’t work. Then the wizard’ll have to let you go just like he promised, right?

Your clothes are getting tighter around your middle. That’s odd. As you reach down to put a hand on your stomach, an icy rush of panic fills you. Your belly’s growing. It’s slow at first, but it soon starts growing faster. Eventually you have to strip out of your clothes just to make room for your new bulk. Once, a woman in the village gave birth to twins, and you’re bigger now than she ever was. You sit with your back against the cold stone wall and watch as you grow bigger and bigger, pinned beneath your own growing belly. Whatever’s inside you, it’s so heavy that you’re not sure you could stand up if you tried to. You run your hands over your belly, oddly fascinated by the feeling of it under your fingers. Your curiosity almost overcomes the fear.

Something slick is running out of you and down your legs to pool in the straw bedding. You wonder what’s inside you, and if it’s close to being born. Some kind of creature? You’ve heard that pregnant women can feel their babies moving, but you don’t feel anything besides a steadily growing weight. So maybe it’s not a creature.

That’s almost comforting. You’ve been imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios. Now you don’t need to worry that there’s some sort of demon beast about to claw its way out of you. Well, you weren’t worried about that before. You’re a little worried now.

All at once you feel a rush of fluid and some immense weight slipping into your passage. All your other thoughts vanish. There’s something inside you and you need to get it out, that’s all you know. You push, but you feel like the thing inside you is barely moving at all. You whimper in pain as you push harder, and you think you can feel it just barely inching its way down your passage.

You can feel your skin bulge outwards as the thing moves downwards one agonizing push at a time. The wizard said it would hurt, but this is so much worse than you feared. You feel tears streaming down your face as you try to force the thing out. You can feel it straining for release at your entrance. It’s barely half out and it’s already stretching you impossibly wide. By the Light, it feels like you’re going to split open. But you don’t, and you watch dumbfounded as an egg slides out of you.

An egg. You’re being held prisoner by a sadistic wizard, and he’s forcing you to lay eggs. It would be almost funny if you weren’t in so much pain right now. You let out a groan as another one enters your passage, begging you to squeeze it out. Again, you start to push, and again, you feel like the egg is barely moving at all. You scream, but it dissolves into helpless sobbing.

This is impossible. That first egg felt bigger than anything you could possibly squeeze out, and who knows how many more you have inside you? The wizard said he’d release you “eventually”. What does that even mean? How long does he expect to keep you here? Hours? Days? Weeks?

The familiar picks up your egg and flies out of the cell with it, apparently having no trouble carrying an object bigger than itself. You wonder where they’re going, what the wizard intends for these eggs. But then you need to push again and the effort drives everything else out of your mind.

The second doesn’t come much easier, but after another exhausting ordeal an egg drops out of you and onto the straw below. And, again, the familiar scoops it up and flies off with it to who knows where. You feel a third egg enter your passage. Then a fourth, a fifth. You’re losing count. All you can do is keep laying eggs and pray that there’s an end in sight.

They start coming faster and faster. After you birth each egg you barely have time to catch your breath before the next one starts working its way out. You barely noticed it through the haze of pain but now you realize that your belly hasn’t been shrinking. In fact, it’s growing. New eggs are forming inside you faster than you can push them out.

A horrible thought occurs to you.

“When I lay them all, that’s it?” you ask the familiar, between gasps. “He’ll let me go?”

The familiar nods excitedly.

“But-” You thought you were out of tears but now you can feel more welling up. You just keep growing more. You’ve been tricked. The wizard lied. He’s never going to let you go. You’ll just stay here in this cell forever, spewing out eggs until you die, wondering when the tide will finally stop. Your throat’s already hoarse, but you scream as another egg starts to slide down your passage.

***

You cry in relief when you notice that your belly is finally shrinking. By the end, the eggs just slide out of you with no resistance; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Your hole is stretched beyond recognition and every part of you hurts. You lie there in the straw, too spent to move. “Please, let it be over,” you whisper. You’ll never steal anything ever again. You’ll go to the Chapel of the Light every Sun’s Day and pray for forgiveness. You’ll kill the bastard who dared you to come here in the first place.

The wizard steps into view in the hallway as his familiar carries the last egg away. “Normally I give my guests a second or third dose of the ovigenesis potion,” he says, by way of greeting. “But, well, you were honest with me. If you like, you can have this instead.”

The potion in his hands now is one you recognize. It’s one of the milky-pink healing potions he sells in the marketplace. He offers it to you and you drink it down without an argument. It takes effect almost instantly. Your pain fades and you can feel your poor, abused muscles repairing themselves. In a few minutes you feel almost as good as new. Almost.

You were too exhausted to realize that you’re still naked. Naked in front of a strange man who has you locked in a cell. Reflexively, you cover yourself.

The wizard chuckles a little. “I can see through my familiar’s eyes, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer and I have no prurient interest in your body. To me, you’re just a source of raw materials.”

You really don’t like the way he says that. Your hands stay where they are and you look over at your discarded clothing. Your discarded, wet clothing. Ugh.

“I can clean the…assorted fluids out of your clothes. You know, with magic.” He mutters something and waves his hands. The familiar neatly folds your clothes and lays them on a dry patch of straw. “There we go. Do you have any other pressing needs? A glass of water, perhaps?”

You answer no. Actually, you’d love a cold drink of water right now but besides the healing potion, you’re not sure you’d feel safe drinking anything he might offer you.

The wizard shrugs. “As I promised, you’re alive and unharmed. Mostly unharmed, at least. My healing potion will take care of that. I’m sure you can feel it working already. When you’ve recovered, you can leave.” He turns and walks off into the darkened hallways.

Strength returns to your body and your poor, abused hole even starts to close up. When you feel confident that you can stand without falling over, you dress yourself and follow the chittering familiar out through the wizard’s dungeons. You head out through the tower’s front doors and into the night. Outside, the breeze smells sweeter than the finest perfume. You stagger home and collapse into your bed, sleeping soundly until well into the afternoon.

***

You never go near the tower again. The village boy shows up at your house the next day and asks what happened. You’re tempted to punch him, but you don’t have the strength. Instead, you tell him to fuck off as viciously as you can manage. He doesn’t bother you again.

But it doesn’t quite end there. You try to avoid the wizard’s stall on market days but somehow he’s always right in your path, and he always greets you with a wide smile and a cheerful “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer!” Sometimes, he tries to offer you a very familiar red potion. Your heart stops when you see it, but then he gives you a wink and slips the bottle back into some hidden pocket.

Lately he’s been selling “dragon’s egg” potions and carved amulets. Whenever you see them set out and glinting in the sunlight, you ache somewhere deep inside. You’re sure those eggs didn’t come out of any dragon, but you can never work up the nerve to ask.

You develop a profound sense of appreciation for chickens and egg-laying creatures of all kinds. You can never look at an omelette the same way again.

And it turns out that the potion never truly wore off. Once every few months, you’re awakened in the middle of the night by a sharp pain in your abdomen. The wizard’s familiar swoops in as you push a giant egg out of yourself, cackling to itself as it watches you strain. Laying the egg is always worse than you remember; every push feels useless, like the egg’s trying to cling to your insides out of sheer spite. Eventually it crowns and then slides out, leaving a void where your insides were stretched around it.

Every time, you wonder if this egg will really be the last one. Every time, you ask the familiar to tell the wizard you’re sorry, you never meant any harm, and can he fix what the potion did to you?

The familiar just grins at you and flies off into the night, holding your newborn egg in its arms.

(Hi! I’m deepoceanblue and when I sat down at my computer, this happened. Thanks for reading <3)

Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

So my facebook friends friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 
The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

Mr. Min - Chapter 03

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 26,490 (whoopsy doodle)

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, abusive elements, breath play, punishment, a lot of demeaning names, high levels of assholery

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 04 - Ch 05

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merry christmas @vristspo! its technically christmas day here so im posting this before i forget with all the celebratory business later

i saw you writing nice tags on one of my other potterstuck things so i figured that might be the way to go. john sends unorthodox howlers at inopportune times. if you remember the other potterstuck piece (on my sideblog) you know how dave gets his revenge hehe. i hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year!

the secret santa exchange was arranged by @homestuck-secret-santa

surprising your boyfriend like

Bitty doesn’t like lying to his boyfriend. It’s not his style. If anything, he’s honest to a fault. It’s not his speed to perpetrate deceptions, much less relish him.

Oh, but this… this is really kind of fun.

When he first tells Jack he’ll be heading home for Christmas, Jack is visibly disappointed. His face falls, and he heaves a sigh before mustering up his stoic face and telling Bitty “I hope you have fun.”

Bitty feigns concern. “Oh, now, what will you do? I know you’re playing on Christmas Eve day, so I suppose you can’t go home to your parents’.”

Jack shakes his head. “I’ll make do. I’m sure someone on the team will have me over.” But the sad glisten in his eyes is almost enough to make Bitty break down and confess right there.

Almost.

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anonymous asked:

You're taking requests??? YES!!! How would the crew react if Ryder surprised each of the with a Christmas gift they've been working on secretly for a while, just for them? Like a home-made scarf, or a weapon they upgraded, etc?

I live to serve! Hope this was ok! :)

Here you go my dears!

Cora
The small potted Christmas Rose was found on her desk in the hydroponics lab. It took her a moment register. She inched her way over and she touched the large unfurled red flowers in the tiny bush. Next to the potted plant was a small hand written note.
“Not quite the roses you were after but I hope it will do. Merry Christmas. - Sara.”
A smile broke her lips and she placed the flower in the middle of the room. She kept it well watered and cherished the flower.

Liam
He was tinkering away with his dual omni-blades when Sara appeared, holding something behind her back. Liam raised a brow.
“Happy Christmas!” She yelled, pulling a home made scarf from behind her back.
A badly knitted home made scarf with what looked like a terrible attempt at a love heart on the end of it.
“Wow, you.. Really shouldn’t have!”
Liam embraced her, kissing her on the top of the head and immediately wrapped the scarf around his neck. It was itchy as hell, but God be damned if we wasn’t going to show off his gift. Especially to Jaal.

Peebee
She had heard a little about the earth holiday and was determined to be the first person to give out gifts on the tempest. Sara beat her to of however. A remnant sharp that was put onto a long cord necklace. “No one in the universe has one of these.” Sara smiled as she presented the gift to her. Peebee should have been mad at her for beating her to the gifts but instead the settled for tackling her in a one of a kind Pelasaria B'Sayl hug.

Vetra Nyx
She was used to giving. Never receiving from anyone. So when the new modded visor was placed in front of her with a crude red bow, Sara smiling, waiting in anticipation for her reaction, she couldn’t help but pull the squishy human in for a hug that nearly broke Sara’s sternum. Sara didn’t mind though. Seeing Vetra this happy was worth bruising for.

Drack
He was well over 1,000 years old. Been through wars great and small, watched friends and family die, killed and maimed. But here was this blood sack, holding out a newly modded krogan shotgun, smiling ear to ear at him, “Happy Christmas Drack!” and Vaul’s quads he though he felt one of his remaining intact hearts warm. Just a little. Only a little. Barely. Tiny little bit.
And he wasn’t smiling, did not at all get in the least bit tears eyed, because Krogan don’t cry, and he did not nearly crush her in a Krogan hug. Because Krogan don’t hug. Much.

Suvi
A tin box of Sumatran tea had made its way to her desk. She didn’t know how it was possible another box even existed in Andromeda. But she could take a wild guess at who gave it. Mainly due to her peaking from the armoury door over at her. Suvi smiled at the note “One more box couldn’t hurt right? Merry Christmas. - Sara”
Suvi hugged the box to her chest and smiled over at Ryder, who blushed and disappeared back into the armoury.

Jaal
“It’s an Earth thing.” Sara had said as she held the small snow globe in her hands. A small, seemingly being like structure made of plastic circular snow balls with an orange nose and dotted eyes and mouth and buttons down his person, standing in the centre of the globe. At the base read “Merry Christmas From Nevada!” Fake snow fluttered about the ‘snowman’ when she shook it.
“Didn’t know what to get you so I thought this would be cool. My dad got it for me when I was small. I was sad because it was our first Christmas away from home and on Earth so he went into some cheap Nick Nack store and got it because he thought it was funny since it doesn’t snow in Nevada…” She babbled. Jaal took the gift from her hands, turning over a few times, observing it. “An heirloom from your family? I am honoured.” He smiled. Sara snorted a laugh. “Something like that. Glad you like it.”
“What’s a “Ne-vaa-da”?“

Kallo
She had finally pieces together the SR-1 model and placed it in a box with a bow. She knew he liked the ship models she collected and had heard that he was quite fond of the Turian-Human ship collaborations. Leaving it on his pilot seat she waited for him to find it. However, Salarians can be a little… Muddled sometimes. The pilot didn’t even glance down at the gift on his seat, too busy with his omni-tool, and instead sat in the model ship. "AHH! WHAT THE-!?” He yelled jumping back up from his seat. Ryder was at a loss. “Uh, Merry Christmas?” She laughed. “RYDER!”

Gil
A printed Ai shirt with “Poker Face” written on the front was hanging on his console in the drive core room, along with tinsel, which he had no clue were Ryder could have gotten it from, draped all over said console and a heap of mistletoe around his work space. Anyone else would have been annoyed but Gil could only laugh, mauve ring his way around the room that looked like a Christmas elf threw up in.
Gil wore the shirt all the time. The bragging seemed to get even worse on his side but he may have let Sara win a round or two after her thoughtful gift.

Lexi
Sara really was at a loss for what to get her. Lexi seemed to only like fussing over the crew and being an all round mother hen. The only thing she new she really liked was Drack. And this sparked an idea in Ryder.
Every time she took Drack out with her she would snap pictures of him in action with her visor. Having them printed out and shoved in an envelope she placed them on her desk, then waited out at the comms area. When a rather flushed Lexi came out, Ryder laughed shooting finger guns her direction “Merry Christmas Lexi!” “RYDER!”
Although Lexi… Appreciated the thought deep down, Ryder was still getting a proper giving out to later.

Spring Day

Originally posted by s0mewhereweaknessis0urstrength

Request: Could you maybe write some newtxdeaf reader?? Like maybe what living in the newtcase would be like, if he learns sign language or something along those lines? thank you!

Request: Maybe an imagine where the reader is deaf?

A/N: I really like this request! Thank you so much! I was really nervous about writing it because I wanted to make it as loving and realistic as possible; I really hope I did it some justice! xx


You wake up with a gentle touch on your face and as you flutter your eyes open you’re met with soft hazel eyes.

“Good Morning,” Newt mouths and you grin in return. “Good Morning,” you sign back weakly, as your tired limbs lazily move in front of you.

Biting his lip softly, Newt curls up his fingers and taps on his mouth a number of times, slowly. “Breakfast?” he mouths, and you nod back slowly. “Please.” you sign back.

As Newt bends down to give you a soft peck on your forehead and stands up, you can’t help but smile to yourself and close your eyes. Living in silence used to be a nightmare for you, you often felt like you were living inside a bubble.

Always able to see but never participate.

Of course, you were thankful for what you had, but your heart always seemed to break just a tiny bit whenever you would see children laughing or someone walking with their headphones in, head bobbing to the beat of the song.

You had been deaf for as long as you could remember and although it wasn’t easy to learn both sign language and english it kept you occupied enough to not notice what you were missing out on.

Everything really changed when you met Newt, in fact, you could recall it as easily as if it was yesterday.

Being alone was always a preference of yours really, it never bothered you to be out by yourself, truth be told, that was exactly how you would entertain yourself.

Although it’s true you couldn’t hear, you were fully convinced that sounds were nothing but a distraction at times. There were loads of things you could do if one simply observed- and because that’s all you did, you were the absolute best at it.

Your thoughts were proven correct when you felt someone bump into you.

Immediately, you retreated and turned, only to come face to face with one of the softest faces you had ever seen. “Sorry,” you saw the man say and in return you shyly smiled before looking down.

It was only seconds later before you looked back up, but by the time you did, the man was already ten steps ahead of you; walking calmly away.

However just as you were about to go off on your merry way, you felt your foot step on something hard, and as you looked down, your eyes focused on what looked like a fancy wooden stick. You bent down and carefully picked up the strange object, perplexed by its magnificent structure.

Seconds passed by before you connected two and two together and before you knew it, you were running after the strange man with soft eyes. You couldn’t help but nearly run into him as you approached him, causing him to widen his eyes in alarm.

You saw him mutter something that was just way too quick for you to decipher as he steadied you, but in reply you merely held up the wooden stick, causing his eyes to widen the size of dinner plates.

“Where did you get this?” you saw him ask and you signed in reply- but as soon as your hands started moving, his eyes met yours with a worried expression. “I’m sorry.”  you saw him say and your hopes fell.

Your eyes lit up as an idea popped into your head and slowly you pointed towards the stick and then quickly to the floor, you bit your lip hoping he understood. “I dropped it?” he asked and you nodded furiously, happy that he understood what you were trying to say.

You couldn’t help but sigh to yourself as he walked away slowly after thanking you numerous times, but before you could walk away, you saw him turn to look at you before turning away quickly once his eyes met yours.

Flush coated your cheeks as your hand found its way to your chest only to realize that your heart was practically skipping beats. Shaking your head, you decided that you had enough adventure for one day and began your way home.

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Just Let Me Go

Originally posted by ksjknj

Kim Namjoon One-Shot

Genre: Smut/Angst


Break-ups are never easy. Picking up the shattered pieces of your life after love always leaves a few cuts, some deeper than others. With most cases, time heals these wounds. One day we just wake up and realize that we miss that someone a little less until eventually they become nothing but a distant memory.

Much to your dismay, Namjoon was a wound that would seemingly never heal. He was always there, waiting to pull you back in just as you would begin to move on.

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Wolfstar Masterpost

(( OOC: This post is a compilation of all posts involving Sirius and Remus… including old (REALLY OLD) threads. ;) ))

“HEAD CANON” POSTS: 

Don’t Sell Yourself Short 1

Sirius finds Remus fretting over a new scar after the full moon.

Don’t Sell Yourself Short 2

Sirius has one more thing to say…

The Shunned 1

Sirius made a big, big mistake, and now he’s paying for it.

The Shunned 2

Sirius has a hard time apologizing. His pride tends to get in the way… but this time is different.

Merry Christmas Werewolf McWerewolf

There’s a full moon on Christmas, and the Marauders want to spend it with Remus… but after Remus uses every form of persuasion he can think of, begging his friends to enjoy Christmas with their families, they begrudgingly agree to head home for the holidays.

However, as Sirius gets ready for the Potter’s Christmas party, he can’t stop thinking about Remus.

Remus Doesn’t Know Shit About Quidditch Part 1

Looks like something is going on between Remus and Sirius… and Lily is going to get to the bottom of it.

Remus Doesn’t Know Shit About Quidditch Part 2

After failing to get answers from Remus, Lily decides to poke some fun at Sirius.

Truth or Dare (Wolfstar):

Sirius gets wrapped up in a game of Truth or Dare… and ends up biting off more than he can chew.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Can’t Sleep

Remus and Sirius are no strangers to nightmares… and after a particularly frightening one, Remus can’t get back to sleep.

Wallflower 2

The Yule Ball has come again, and Remus isn’t attending… or at least, that’s what Sirius thought.

The Black Plague:

Sirius doesn’t get sick very often… but when he does…

Extra

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Freaky Friday (NSFW):

After an terrible potion mix-up, Remus is going to have to survive a few days walking around in Sirius Black’s body…

Alright… he can handle this.

What he can’t handle is the fact that Sirius is now in his body… and embarrassing Remus seems to be his top priority.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Mirror, Mirror (Extra):

Part 1: Remus

Part 2: Sirius

Joining The Order 2

Now that Frank is part of the Order, it’s his job to welcome new recruits… but he certainly wasn’t expecting to greet THESE recruits.

The Hunted:

Sirius and Remus find themselves in a trap… and Remus isn’t prepared to face the person who set that trap… his very own monster under the bed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Dream A Little Dream Of Me Part 1

The fear is growing… and now it’s starting to seep into Sirius’s dreams.

Nothing To Lose… Everything To Lose…

The war is taking its toll, and with mortality at the front of everyone’s minds, Sirius can’t hold back anymore.

The Downward Slope

Remus crashes at the Potter’s for the night, but he didn’t know Sirius was going to be there as well. Things have… changed… since the last time they met.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me Part 2

Sirius has been cold and distant. Now he’s made his way into Remus’s dreams.

What Do You Want?

The war is destroying everything… including Sirius’s faith in Remus. But his feelings are still conflicted… and when Remus confronts him, which path will Sirius choose?

Thrice Defied:

The war is taking its toll on the marauders, and James and Lily narrowly escape Voldemort’s clutches for the third time.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

A New Era

Remus has been trapped in Hell since the fall of his closest friends, the people he loved… and now, after years of struggle, he’s on his way back to Hogwarts.

Never Be The Same:

After escaping from Azkaban, Sirius goes into hiding with Remus. However, twelve years apart, twelve years of false accusations, twelve years of torture… have left gaping wounds that may never heal.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

I Open At The Close

The Marauder’s final moments.

MODERN AU’S:

Snap Chat

Remus receives a bizarre snap from a total stranger… turns out that stranger has a pretty face framed by some nice, black hair. He might be okay with this.

BYOB:

Remus is working as a bartender at a Gay Club. He’s witnessed a lot of… interesting stuff… But nothing has come close to Sirius Black.

Part 1 (Video):

Youtube

Vimeo

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Bloopers (Video):

Youtube

Vimeo

God Save The Queen:

Sirius has been acting strange lately… he keeps taking off at night, and Remus could have sworn he was wearing makeup… Sirius Black is hiding something.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

HP UNIVERSE AU’S:

The Morning After (A continuation of “Can’t Sleep”)

Sirius has a bad habit of unconsciously stripping when it gets too hot at night… and apparently Remus does too. This may become a problem if they keep sharing each other’s beds after nightmares wake them up.

The Morning After The Morning After

Remus is starting to have a hard time falling asleep… weird things seem to happen when he falls asleep in Sirius’s bed.

The Morning After The Morning After… The Morning

It’s time for Remus to get even… maybe.

Distraction

Remus is having a hard time paying attention in class with Sirius sitting across from him.

Amortentia

Things just got a little awkward in Potions class.

Fetch:

Sirius can be such a brat… but so can Remus, especially when chocolate is involved.

Part 1

Part 2

DYAC!

Damn you auto correct…

Wrong Place, Wrong Time 1

James recalls walking in on a not-so-pleasant scene.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time 2

Remus and Sirius are having a moment… but they forgot to lock the door.

Midnight Meetings

It’s getting harder to have some alone time in the dorm… so the boys take their shenanigans to McGonagall’s classroom. Bad move.

Long Hair Don’t Care

Remus grows his hair out, and Sirius can’t handle it.

What Doesn’t Kill You, Leaves A Scar:

Remus has always found his scars ugly… but Sirius is determined to show him otherwise.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

If You Wannit Come n’ Get It:

Sirius stole Remus’s hat… and Remus is trying to get it back… creatively.

Part 1

Part 2

Freudian Slip

Uh………… Whoops!

That Awkward Moment When…

You end up accidentally comparing dick sizes with your best mate.

Never Give a Werewolf Alcohol

James is going to be a father! Sirius and Remus have stayed up to celebrate… but Remus has had one to many drinks, and Sirius is enjoying his drunken companion so much… that he might just let something slip.

Plastered

After getting very a little tipsy, Sirius receives an unexpected… and very unwelcome… visitor.

Bellybutton Ring (NSFW):

Sirius has had a little too much to drink… As a result, he may be showing off more than Remus is comfortable with.

Part 1

Part 2

Polaroid

Sirius just got a new camera, and Remus has become an unwitting model.

Sleepy Pups

Sirius can’t help it… he just loves to cuddle.

Candy Cane

It’s Christmas and Sirius is enjoying his new candy cane a little too much. That insufferable git.  

Up or Down? (NSFW)

Sirius revels in the fact that he can make Remus flustered… using nothing more than his hair.

Don’t Play With Fire (NSFW):

Remus always becomes more aggressive as the full moon draws closer… He has always struggled to control it. But what happens when Sirius decides to threaten that control?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Extra

Never Be The Same (Alternative Ending):

After escaping from Azkaban, Sirius goes into hiding with Remus. However, twelve years apart, twelve years of false accusations, twelve years of torture… have left gaping wounds that may never heal.

Part 1

Part 2

Moving On 1

Remus has found someone who makes him happier than he’s ever been… someone who makes him feel safe.  

Moving On 2

Sirius has been locked in a cell for 12 years… and now that he’s out maybe things can pick up where they left off… or, maybe, nothing will ever be the same.

TUMBLR PROM SERIES:

Ginny Weasley

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Frank Longbottom

Part 1 (James and Sirius)

Part 2 (Sirius and Remus)

Part 3 (Sirius, Frank and Alice)

Progression Of Wolfstar

Imagine: Legolas stumbling upon you taking a bath in a lake

It was a beautiful day outside. Everything was peaceful for te first time in what seemed to be like forever. You decided to take advantage of the moment and take a bath. You stumbled upon a lake a couple days ago and decided that would be the best place to go.

When you arrived at the lake you took in a deep breath and viewed the scenery. You began taking off your weapons, then your clothes, and finally took your hair out of the sloppy bun it was in. You set everything in a neat little pile before quickly rushing to the water. When you first stepped in it was cold, which in turn caused you to shiver. Eventually you got used to it and continued in till your feet could no longer touch the bottom. You swam around a bit and went underwater to get your hair wet. Little did you know that your peaceful bath was about to be interupted.

Legolas had been out hunting that day when he heard a splash in some water. He went in the direction of the noise, expecting there to be some sort of animal. He had his bow raised and pointed it at the water. When the thing he had heard came up out of the water he nearly had a panic attack. It wasn’t an animal…. It was his best friend, _______. He immidiatly turned around but before he could get away something had grabbed his arm ,“what do you think you are doing?!”

He slowly turned around and his blue eyes met with unhappy {{e/c}} ones ,“I uh- I can explain.”

You crossed your arms and waited for his explination. He continued to stare at your face for a while trying not to look down. Truth be told most everyone got scared when you were angry, you had a fire in your eyes that could burn down a whole kingdom.

Legolas gulped and crossed his arms while trying to say his explination,“ well um… You see….. I heard a splash and thought it might be something to hunt.”

“Uh-huh sure you did,” you grabbed onto him arm and started walking back towards the water.

“W-what are you doing?!” He said while trying to pull away from your tight grasp.

“Payback,” That was all you said before you pushed him into the water. He gripped onto your shoulders and pulled you in with him. You gasped when you hit the cold water. It sent shivers down your spine. Legolas held onto you from behind as he swam around giving you a cheesey smile. You started flailing about trying to escape him grip.

“If you wanted me to bathe with you so much, you could’ve just asked,” he laughed and kissed you lightly on the top of your head.

You turned around and splashed him. He took it a a challenge and splashed you back. This continued for a few more minutes before you both heard someone clear their throat.

“If you two are done we need to get going.”

The two looked up to see Aragorn and Boromir standing there. Aragorn was smirking his ass off while Boromir just stood there with a resting bitch face and his arms crossed. Both of the men’s eyes rested of you and you clenched your fists and stood up.

“Legolas, would you be a dear and hand me one of your daggers.”

Legolas nodded and handed you one, not wanting to get caught up in what was about to happen. Aragorn and Boromir gulped and started backing away.

“Oh no you don’t! Come back here!”

-Meanwhile back at camp-

“So was thinking that if we take this route we could get there qui-”

“ARAGORN! BOROMIR! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU BOTH!!!”

“______! YOU CAN’T JUST KILL PEOPLE!!!!!”

The rest of the Felloship turned to look at the scene played out before them. Aragorn and Boromir were being chased down by you threatening to kill them and Legolas trying to calm you down.

“Should we help?” Sam asked the others.

“They’ll be fine, she isn’t fast enough to catch them,” Frodo said.

“HELP SHE’S GOT ME!!!!” Aragorn shouted and you grabbed onto his arm.

“Welp he’s gone forever,” Pippen said.

“Sure wish there was a way to help,” Gandalf sighed. Not even he was willing to go near you when you were pissed.

“I’m sure we could catch her and save the lad,” Gimli suggested while watching Legolas trying to pull Aragorn away from you.

“Yep sure wish there was a way,” Merry sighed and watched as you and Legolas were basically playing tug of war with Aragorn. Lesson Learned today: never make the only girl in the fellowship angry.