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Geode Cake pops


Yields 2 to 4 dozen

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 1 1/3 cups all purpose flour
  • 2/3 cup cocoa powder
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/3 cups sugar
  • 2/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • ¼ cup vegetable oil
  • ½ cup cream
  • ½ cup chopped chocolate
  • Dark chocolate coating chocolate
  • White & gold sanding sugar
  • Ro’s Sugar Gems
Equipment
  • Stand mixer with paddle attachment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Small bowl
  • Whisk
  • Rubber spatula
  • Ice cream scoop
  • 9 by 13-inch cake pan lined with parchment paper
  • Lollipop sticks
  • Brown & white royal icing in decorating bags fitted with #2 tips
  • Baking spray
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Add sugars and whisk together until well combined.
  3. In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, water, vanilla extract, sour cream, and oil. Mix together until well combined.
  4. Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients and whisk together until well incorporated.
  5. Pour batter into a greased and lined pan and then tap the pan on the counter to remove air bubbles.
  6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes.
  7. Remove cake and allow it to cool completely. Cut cake into portions and then mix portions in a stand mixer with a paddle attachment for 3 minutes.
  8. Microwave cream for one minute and then pour over chopped chocolate. Whisk until well combined.
  9. Pour ganache over the cake crumbs and then mix with paddle attachment on low speed for 2 to 3 minutes.
  10. Roll cake balls smooth and then use your fingers to press a cavity in the center.
  11. Place cake balls on a baking sheet lined with parchment and refrigerate for an hour.

Time to decorate!

  1. Dip a lollipop stick into dark chocolate and then insert into a cake ball. Do this for the rest of your cake pops and then refrigerate them for 30 minutes.
  2. Dip cake balls into dark coating chocolate and then allow them to dry.
  3. Use brown royal icing to attach sugar gems to the inside of each cake ball. Allow to dry completely.
  4. Pipe a thin line of white royal icing around the edge of each geode and then coat in white and gold sanding sugar.
  5. TaDa! Rock the party with these amazing Geode Cake Pops!
The Baker - Gainer Fic

The Baker

John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later that evening.

He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.

“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to see him!

The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings and had nice conversation.

“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle, but there was definitely some fat on his body too.

“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat them myself” John said, chuckling.

They hit it off right away. They had similar interests, beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work. John wanted to settle down too.

The date ended way later than either of them expected.

“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make here” Matt proposed.

“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love to!” he said happily.

Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”

John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the next day.

—–

When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…” John thought to himself.

He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey, glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.

“I’m glad too” John replied.

“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”

“Of course” John said.

“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”

John nodded. “Of course!” he said.

“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon”

John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.

When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely aroma” Matt said

“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”

“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”

“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.

“I insist!” Matt said.

John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle Butter. Sure!”

He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it. Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he said. “Unbelievably delicious”

“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property. Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be compelled to gorge themselves.

“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”

John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious” he said in between chews.

Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices, he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands, stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.

Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.

“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better” Matt said.

“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”

Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop directly into his mouth between bites.

“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.

Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about to fly off from how bloated he was.

John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….” He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20 people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.

“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”

“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he replied. “I feel sick…”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”

John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.

John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed into a fullness-induced deep sleep.

Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.

“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going to grow real nice”

—–

John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”

Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”

John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”

John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.

The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a messy eater indeed.

“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling excitedly.

Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in more ways than one”

John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more of that shake?”

Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom first” he said.

John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however, he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost done with the last cake.

“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.

John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely hanging on.

“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.

He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”

Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said, pushing John down onto the table.

“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.

John rubbed his ass back.

While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for more.

“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked by Matt.

They continued until they both came, sighing with contentedness.

“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I eat two cakes again?”

Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite” he said.

John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.

Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’

—–

The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.

Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to smell bad in the same clothes.”

Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.

—–

“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.

Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days with you so far”

John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job, you know?”

Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming back tonight?”

“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner together”

—–

When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.

“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess I’ll have to poop it out”

The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed them, peeking out of his shirt.

“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his customers asked.

—–

“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out or something?”

John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.

For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.

“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt, your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.

John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?

He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving, despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.

When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in that shirt” Matt said.

John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.

Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”

John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll go tonight”

“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym” Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’

“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle resumed yet again.

John gorged himself on everything he could find in the house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.

“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between bites.

—–

Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all. He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.

John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.

In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.

“What’s this?” John asked.

Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”

John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”

When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh- what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”

John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him- the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer did he have visible muscles and abs.

“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I was just bloated, I….”

John was in disbelief.

Matt pointed to the scale.

John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn fat!?

“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”

“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”

Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like you like it”

John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.

Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your old clothes when you get home” Matt said.

He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”

John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going to” he said.

Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.

“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…” Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I want, understand?”

“Yes…” John moaned.

“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.

“Yes, daddy….” John replied.

“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”

He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t use utensils now do they?”

John sat on the floor.

Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat, pig”

John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth, making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid dropping down onto his belly.

“Clean up” Matt commanded.

John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his chest and belly and started eating.

“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.

They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly and slapping his fat, which jiggled.

—–

A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat. They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button, his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out onto each other.

Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.

That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them. John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the bed.

“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping his belly.

John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food in his mouth.

Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s weight, read 650.

“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day, I lied” Matt said.

John looked confused.

“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.

“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…” John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.

They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.

“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can you?”

John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.

And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be a hog for life.

Streuselkuchen mit Erdbeeren. Streuselkuchen (“crumb cake”) is a German specialty, traditionally made of a yeast dough covered with sweet crumbs aka Streuseln. The Streuseln are made from sugar, butter, and flour, mixed at a 1:1:2 ratio. German Streuselkuchen is usually made on a baking tray and cut into oblong pieces. The crumbs should be about 50% of the cake or about 30% when fruit is added. The most popular fruity versions are with cherries or plums, but many fruits would work. Yeast dough is the original; a short crust is possible, too. Puff pastry at the bottom turns it into what is called a Prasselkuchen.

My Little Pony Cake


Yields one 10-inch round and one 6-inch round cake

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 1 cup + 2 tablespoons milk
  • 2 ¼ cups sugar
  • 7 egg whites
  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon + 1/8 teaspoon almond extract
  • 3 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1/8 teaspoon + a pinch of salt
  • 3 teaspoons baking powder
  • 6 tablespoons shortening
  • ¾ cup salted butter
  • Red, white, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink fondant
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Electric mixer
  • Rubber spatula
  • Offset spatula
  • 10-inch round cake pan, lined and sprayed
  • 6-inch round cake pan, lined and sprayed
  • 10-inch round cake board
  • 6-inch round cake board
  • Small fondant roller
  • Large fondant roller
  • Fondant tools
  • White buttercream frosting in a decorating bag

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt until well combined.
  3. Cream together butter, sugar, and shortening until light and fluffy.
  4. Add egg whites one at a time, mixing well between each addition.
  5. Add the vanilla and almond extracts and mix well.
  6. On low speed, alternate adding the flour mimxture and the milk to the butter mixture, beginning and ending with the flour mixture.
  7. Pour the batter into the prepared pans and bake the 6-inch cake for 45 minutes, and the 10-inch cake for 1 hour.

Time to decorate!

  1. Trim the tops of the cakes using a cake leveler and then cut each cake horizontally into 2 layers. Assemble on a cake board, spreading frosting between each layer.
  2. Cover the cakes with a crumb coat layer of frosting and then refrigerate for 30 minutes.
  3. Roll our light blue fondant about ¼ inch thick and then cover the 6-inch cake. Use a knife to remove any excess.
  4. Roll out green fondant to ¼ inch thick and then cover the 10-inch cake. Cover a 10-inch cake board in green fondant.
  5. Place the 10-inch cake on the cake board. Use large straws as support to stack the 6-inch cake on top of the 10-inch cake.
  6. Use colored fondant to create a rainbow, trees, bushes, apples, clouds, and cutie marks.
  7. Place fondant pieces and pony figurines on the cake to create a scene.
  8. TaDa! Friendship is magic, and so is this My Little Pony Cake!
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Read more and get the recipe here.

As far as rainbow cakes come, this one’s probably my favourite so far. Its unbridled vivaciousness only slightly muted by its pastel hues, make such a happy sight, which is great for an equally joyous occasion.

Cake: Cupcake Jemma/Crumbs and Doilies
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Just pretend to be my date // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n has a family dinner where her family always bug her about never bringing a date so she asks Shawn to accompany her.


“Please, please, please, Shawn,” I whine. “I never ask you for anything,”

“I don’t know,” Shawn trails off, his arm brushing mine as he walked me back to my house after we had dinner with some of his friends at the bar in the main street.

“Listen, my family bug me every year about if I’m dating someone and for once I just want to make them happy. Could you please, pretty please, for one night… just pretend to be my date,” I stop him, pulling his arm gently so he turns and faces me. The dark sky creates shadows against his face, the dimly lit street lights illuminating half his face.

“I just don’t want to lie to your family Y/n,” He says, linking my fingers with his.

“I know you don’t but I just want to get them off my case. I don’t know who else I could ask and right now there’s no one else I’d rather fake date then you,” I chuckle, looking up at him shyly.

“Aww Y/n” Shawn coos, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly, lifting me off the ground slightly.

“Shawn- can’t breathe,” I mumble into his chest.

“Sorry,” He chuckles, placing me back down and we continue walking again. “So what would this fake date entail if I did go along with it?”

“Well,” I glance at him from the corner of my eye. “You would just come to family dinner next Sunday, get introduced to my family. Make polite conversation as you do, then we leave and you will never have to see them again!” 

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Shawn comments, slowing down as we reached my house, the moisture from the grass soaking through the gaps in my heels as I walked across the front lawn to the door.

“It’s not, you’ll be fine. You’re my best friend and my parents love you so you’ll be great,” I tell him while searching though my bag for my keys.

“What are you going to tell your mum and dad?” 

“Just that our friendship turned into a relationship and all that,” 

I jar the key into the lock, twisting it and shoving it open. 

“You want to come in?” I ask, holding the door open.

“You making a snack?” He asks while stepping past.

“I saved you some muffins,” Immediately he walks down the hall to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” a muffled call rings out, followed by plastic rustling.

“No problem,” I shout back, chucking my bag on the sofa and shrugging my jacket off. 

Shawn walks back in, grinning at me and shoving the rest of the small cake in his mouth, crumbs dusting his sweater. 

“Is there a dress code?” he falls back on the couch, legs chucked up onto the arm rest, wiping his shirt clean.

“Something smart, not too dressy though,” I do the same, sitting on the spare space that he left, putting my own legs over his.

“What do you think your parents will think?” He asks quietly, his hands fidgeting.

“What do you mean?” I tilt my head to meet his eyes.

“Just of us, like, together,”he says hesitantly, his eyes never meeting mine.

“Well, they probably saw it coming.” He sends me a confused glance. 

“We were best friends all through high school and then we’re still just as close now- I mean you haven’t had a girlfriend in a good 3 years or so and I haven’t even thought of dating so they probably thought that we had something secretly going on,”

He laughs, “A secret relationship, wow,”

“Hey, are you judging our secret partnership?” I glare at him teasingly.

“Not at all,” His arms move behind him to hold himself up to see me better.

“Good, because, if you were I might need to consider having a time out,”

“From our relationship?” Shawn asks, pretending to be horrified.

“Of course,”

“How dare you!” He scolds, trying to push me off the edge of the couch. His touch tickles, making me shriek in laughter and my arms flail around trying to get a grip before I fall but unfortunately all I get is a handful of Shawn’s T-shirt

I land with a thud on the ground, Shawn falling on top of me. He groans, lifting himself so that from his waist up he was off me. 

“Good one,” I growl, scowling at him.

“You’re fault,” He teases, grinning at me.

“Was not,” I snap back, a smile pulling at my lips.

“Was too,” 

“Was not,”

“Was.Too.” I say each word slowly.

“Would it really be that bad if we dated for real?” Shawn says gently.

“Was to- wait what?”

Originally posted by erinlindscys

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Behind the Scenes of the TWD Photo Shoot for Entertainment Weekly

Up Close and Crumby

aspictures  ||  Up close and crumby! As Norman Reedus and Andrew Lincoln covered each other with cake, nary a crumb came my way. There was glitter. There was confetti. There were axes and knives. And cake. Mucho cake. Cake from Cutie Pies & Cakery in Senoia,  

These guys did cake, they did confetti, they did weaponry, they tied and untied each other’s ties, they loved, honored and cherished each other. And this was the “easy” set up!

micheleromeronyc  ||  I fucking love @bigbaldhead and Andrew Lincoln for their willingness to get dirty and do anything for a photograph. I also love @aspictures for still having a clean jacket and white button down shirt despite the splatter involved in this day’s work

Confetti Showers

micheleromeronyc  || So many jokes I can’t write ‘cause I’ll get fired. This happened because I asked them if they would do this and they said we would never run it and I said there is legal precedence and Art Streiber photographed the decisive moment and @henrygoldblattwent went for it.

Prom Shot Ass Grab

micheleromeronyc  ||  The code name I had with photographer @aspictures for this photograph of Melissa McBride, @bigbaldhead, @laurencohan, Andrew Lincoln, and @danaigurira from @amcthewalkingdead was “Prom Shot Ass Grab” or PSAG for top secret purposes.

Black Cupcakes (Negan x Reader) - For @strangersangel9′s JDM Birthday Celebration!

Word Count: 1,630
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Reader
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10696854
Warnings: Language. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Mentions of zombies. Mentions of death.
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Summary: Written for @strangersangel9’s JDM Birthday Celebration! It’s Negan’s birthday and you have baked him a batch of cupcakes complete with black-as-ink icing! When he takes you (and a cupcake) back to his bedroom, things get sweet and messy!

“Fuck, honey. What is this?” Negan entered the kitchen of the Sanctuary just as you put the finishing touch of black icing on his birthday cupcakes. It took just about every drop of food coloring that you could scrounge up from the pantry, but you knew he would appreciate the color scheme.

“Happy Birthday, Negan. I really hope you like them.”

A glimmer of sweetness flashed over his face as he made fleeting eye contact with you. It wasn’t like him to look away. He was more the type to invade your personal space and stare you down while he grilled you about one thing or another. But this gesture had him flattered yet uncomfortable. You wondered why.

You crossed to the other side of the counter and wrapped your arms around his waist, on top of his gray T-shirt but underneath his leather jacket. He felt warm and you snuggled into his coziness. “What’s the matter, Negan?”


“It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, plastered a big smile on his face, and grabbed one of your yummy treats. “These look goddamn delicious!” He took a giant bite, nearly half the cupcake in one gobble, and came away from it with black frosting and pink cake crumbs all over his stubble.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. He let you take a damp kitchen towel and wipe his face, and you followed that with a trail of soft kisses down the deep dimple on his cheek. He followed suit, trailing passionate kisses down your neck, attempting to dive lower into your cleavage.

“Ah-ah-ah,” you interrupted his plundering. “Not yet. Your dirty girl has got to get this kitchen cleaned up before we celebrate this bad boy’s birthday!”

“My princess will do no such thing. Hold on a second.” He walked over to the swinging doors of the kitchen and poked his head out. “Oh, Eugene! A little help in here?”

Eugene appeared a moment later, serious as ever. “How may I be of assistance, Negan?”

Negan rubbed his palms together with a smile. “Well, Eugene, as it happens, today is my birthday. My beautiful girl here has made me cupcakes, but those aren’t the only fucking cakes I’d like to get a firm grip on right now.”

You blushed. The man had a way with words.

Eugene’s expression remained unchanged. “Understood, Negan, but if you don’t mind my asking, what in the world does this have to do with me?”

Negan patted Eugene on the back. “Well, buddy boy, my girl wants a clean kitchen before I sweep her away to my private quarters. I don’t want her to tend to such menial tasks. And I certainly do not fucking want to clean up this mess myself. Especially not on my birthday.”

“Say no more, Negan. You two retire to your sleeping quarters and I will have this place hunky-dunky and fully operational ASAP.”

You and Negan both stifled laughs at Eugene’s wording, which was typical for him but still unusual to you. “Thank you, Eugene,” you told him with kindness and incredulousness mixed together.

“It’s no trouble. I cannot abide a reality where a sweet lady like yourself has to clean up this mess. Now let me get to it. Tick-tick-click, easy-peasy.” He began wiping the counter and then paused. “Are you going to eat these cupcakes?”

You giggled. “Help yourself, Eugene.”

“Actually,” Negan interrupted, “maybe just one.” He swiped one with one hand and grabbed your hand with the other, leading you out the double doors and down the hall to his black and gray lair.

You walked hand-in-hand, suppressing schoolgirl giddiness as he looked you up and down. Things were still quite new between you, and though you were just one of his many wives, you knew that each woman had a unique connection with him and you appreciated yours. You were good to each other and good for each other. The big bad wolf was pretty sweet when yours were the only eyes on him.

Back in his bedroom, he set the cupcake down on the nightstand, clicked the door shut, and bolted the lock. He leered at you playfully, palming the bulge in his pants, and then he walked over to the windows to draw the blinds closed. “We need complete fucking privacy for this little birthday party,” he said.

While he busied himself pouring a couple of glasses of scotch, still facing away from you, you slipped out of your dress to reveal a strappy black teddy that you could hardly wait for him to peel off of you.

You picked up the cupcake and held it like you were a model on a TV game show, as if the cupcake was his grand prize, though you knew that your body was his ultimate desire. You knew him well enough to know that he wanted to incorporate your sweet treats into the night’s lovemaking, so why not get the jump on him and surprise him with a little extra sugar?

He turned around with his mouth open, about to speak, but when he saw you standing there in your lingerie, his jaw simply dropped lower. Then he found his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, you really know how to wish a guy a happy birthday!”

A smile spread across your face and you crossed the room to approach him, cupcake still in hand. “Sit on the couch and unzip your pants, birthday boy,” you commanded him. He complied immediately, pulling his engorged cock out and pumping it hard. But he needed no priming. He was ready to go. You got down on your knees in front of him. “You want me to blow out your candle?”

He visibly shuddered with pleasure at your suggestion, nodding his head and biting his lower lip. You dragged your finger through the black icing on the cupcake and smeared a thick dollop of it onto the head of his dick. “Ohhh, fuck,” he vocalized as you drew closer to it, ready to lick the frosting off.

As your tongue swirled around the tip and you took the frosting into your mouth along with the first several inches of his manhood, he threw his head back and moaned a low, guttural growl. You swallowed the whipped cream frosting and tasted its sugary sweetness mixed with his precum and sweat. “Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy.”

You bobbed your head up and down, taking his length nearly all the way, until he hit the back of your throat. He was grunting, frustrated. He wanted more. “I want to taste you.” He commanded you, “Get on the bed!”

Never one to disobey an order, you smiled and bounded over to his massive bed. You were thankful for his black sheets because he was headed toward you, cupcake in hand, and you knew things were about to get messy. “Mmm, let me unwrap my present,” he said as he slipped a finger beneath your black straps and pulled your lingerie off in one smooth movement. It took you an hour to get ready and it took him less than a second to have you naked.

You had used your finger to smear the icing on his naughty bits, but he took the direct route, pressing the top of the cupcake into your nipples and covering them with a thick coating of the black-as-ink frosting. He then dove in for a taste of the sweetness, sucking it off with gusto, leaving you moaning and breathless.

He traveled lower, taking a fingertip full of the frosting and rubbing it onto your swollen pink clit. He licked it off, twirling his tongue around your happy little bud, feeling your body bloom with pleasure. “Oh, baby doll, who needs cupcakes when you taste so sweet?” He smiled up at you, flashing those blinding white teeth. God, he was gorgeous.

He climbed up on top of you, positioning himself perfectly between your thighs. You beckoned him, “Please, Negan. Please fuck me. My pussy is your birthday present.” He groaned in pleasure at your words and he slipped inside so easily since you were dripping with wetness. He thrust hard into you, watching you writhe with sensual joy, hitting all the right spots until you hit your own high note of ecstasy.

Finally, after you were completely satisfied, he pulled out and looked you in the eye while he pumped his cock with his hand. “Where do you fucking want it, darling?”

Without hesitation, you answered, “In my mouth.”

He let go in a rush of warmth and contentment, filling your mouth with a generous amount of sweet but salty jizz. You loved the taste of him. The taste of his utter joy.

As he lay down next to you and you snuggled into his arms, you remembered his earlier hesitation when you presented him with the goodies you baked for his special day. “Negan, you didn’t mind that I baked for your birthday, did you? You seemed so quiet at first. And you are not a quiet man,” you laughed gently.

“Ah, no, darlin’. It was fuckin’ sweet of you. It just reminded me of the good old days with my wife, Lucille, before the walkers came and took her from me. You remind me a lot of her. You’ve made me very happy.”

A single tear rolled down his rough cheek and you kissed it away. Few people since the apocalypse had ever seen him this vulnerable and you felt fortunate that he let you get this close. You were tempted to say those three little words, but you knew it was much too soon, and he may never let you get that close. Just knowing he was happy tonight would have to be enough.

Making a Fat Piggy

Charlie licked his lips as he scanned the computer screen. He scrolled through the many pictures of his friend, Tom Nevin. Charlie had a crush on Tom. He loved Tom’s slightly chubby belly. Charlie come across a picture of Tom where he was on the floor with his belly showing. This really turnt Charlie on. He just wanted to fatten Tom up and play with his belly. Charlie smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do…

Tom was sat at his desk, trying real hard to ignore the fact that he had work to be done. He sighed and turnt to talk to his friends.
‘Im so bored’ moaned Tom.
'Same’ replied Jack, who was sat next to Tom. 'I dont understand anything on this sheet’
'You can say that again’ Groaned Charlie, who was sat behind the two. Suddenly, the bell rang. All the students started to pack up and leave.
'Make sure you finish the work at home. I will be checking next lesson’ said Mr Ford as the students started to leave the class. It was time. As Tom placed his backpack on, Charlie turnt to him.
'Hey Tom’ Charlie gulped 'Doing anything tonight?’
'No, probably going to play Fifa or something, why’ Replied Tom.
'Do you wanna come round mine?’ Asked Charlie.
'Sure, why not!’ Smiled Tom as he left with Charlie, unknowing of what is going to happen to him…

Charlie and Tom reached the house. Charlie opened the rusty gate and reached the door. He placed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.
'Cheers’ said Tom as he entered the house. He threw off his bag and Charlie shut the door.
'So, want something to eat?’ Asked Charlie, trying to hide his smirk.
'Yeah, go on’ Charlie gestured Tom into the living room.
'Just sit on the sofa while i go see what we got’ Said Charlie as Tom sat down.
'You sure your Mum and Dad wont mind?’ Asked Tom as Charlie stumbled into the kitchen.
'Nah. They dont care.’ Charlie smirked as he started to fill a wheelbarrow with cakes, pizza, cookies and other fatty foods. Tom glanced round the living room. He pulled out his phone to see a text from his girlfriend Becca:
-'Hey Babe. You up for meeting tonite? Xxx’-
Tom replied:
-'Sorry babe. At Charlies house. Text yah when im home. XX’-
Tom locked his phone when he saw Charlie enter with a wheelbarrow full of food.
'Isnt that going overboard Charlie’ Asked Tom, dazed by the sight.
'Nah. You’re going to eat it all though’ Smired Charlie as he stuffed a cupcake into Tom’s mouth. Tom tried hard to resist swallowing the food. He whacked Charlies hand which allowed Tom to spit out the food.
'What the fuck Charlie!’ Screeched Tom as he tried to sit up. Charlie quickly pounced on Tom, pinning him down onto the sofa by sitting on his legs.
'Oh calm down’ said Charlie as he started to unbutton Tom’s shirt. Tom tried to push Charlie off, but failed.
'What the actual fuck!’ Screamed Tom as Charlie ripped the shirt from Tom’s body to reveal a small plushy belly. Charlie squished the roll of fat.
'Oh im going to make you so fat!’ Laughed Charlie as he squished the small squishy belly.
'Charlie!? What the hell is wrong with you!’ Cried Tom as Charlie continued to run his hand across his tummy. Charlie shoved a cupcake into Tom’s mouth with a larger force than last time. Tom tried to hold back from swallowing the food, but failed. As soon as the cupcake was swallowed, another was shoved into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he continued to try and free from Charlies tight grip, but it was too hard. Charlie smiled as he continued to fill up Tom’s mouth with food.

TWO HOURS LATER

Tom groaned as Charlie squsihed Tom’s belly.
'Look at it! It’s getting bigger!’ Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom’s flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom’s tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom’s lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake infront of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom’s back.
'Eat all of it’ Said Charlie as he spanked Tom’s round butt. Tom groaned nd took a large bite out of the cake. The chocolate icing smudged around Tom’s face as the moist texture of the cake melted inside his mouth. Charlie rubbed Tom’s bubble butt which strained against the tight trousers. Suddenly the Trousers ripped down his backside. Tom groaned at the feeling, which caused cake crumbs to fall out his mouth.
'Oh my…’ Blushed Charlie. 'My piggies gone and ripped his trousers! You are getting so big piggy!’ Charlie spanked Tom’s bum, which caused a ripple across his body.
“Im getting so fat” thought Tom as he continued to demolish the cake “Why is Charlie doing this to me?”
After another ten minutes of Tom eating, the cake was completely consumed. Tom spluttered as he started to breathe heavilly.
'Well done my giant piggy!’ Smiled Charlie as he got off Tom’s back. 'Hope you up for more’ Charlie place another four large chocolate cakes infront of Tom.
'No. Please’ Spluttered Tom as he started to pant heavilly.
Charlie sat back on Tom’s back 'Eat them now piggy’
'Too. Full’ Groaned the bloated piggy.
'Eat them now or im going to call over your entire family to see what a fat pig you’ve become’ Charlie smirked. Tom sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake.
'Good piggy!’ Laughed Charlie as he ran his finger down the rip of Tom’s trousers.

-HALF HOUR LATER-

'Wow!’ Squealed Charlie as Tom’s trousers completely ripped from Tom’s body. Tom groaned as the trousers ripped from his body, leaving only his underwear as the last piece of clothing on his body. Tom turnt to see his large butt was on show which had a pair of boxers so tight on his body. They were so tight, his fat cheeks started to flow over them, looking like his ass was eating them.
'Damn piggy!’ Charlie blushed as he squished Tom’s butt 'They flew off! Looks like you’re boxers have become a thong! They look so tight on you Piggy!’ Charlie smacked Tom’s right butt cheek which caused Tom to moan. 'Continue eating your cakes piggy! Only one and a half left!’ Tom moaned as he continued to fill his mouth with cake.

-TWENTY MINUTES LATER-

Tom took the last bite of the cake in front of him. Crumbs fell from his mouth as he chewed the last bite.
'Well done piggy!’ Exclaimed Charlie as he sat on Tom’s back. 'I knew you could eat all them cakes!’ Charlie got off Tom’s back. 'Sit up piggy!’ Tom struggled, but managed to sit upright, leaning his back against the sofa. Tom’s belly hung over his underwear and his thighs. Hhe had a few rolls on his belly which rolled like a rolling pin. Tom’s moobs now took the appearance of a girls pair of boobs. His thighs nearly tripled in size, they were now soft and squished on the floor. Tom also had a number of chins which hung under his original.
'Look at you know piggy! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s love handles and shook, causing Tom’s whole belly to bounce. Tom moaned as Charlie continued to bounce. Then there was a knock at the door.
'Be back in a sec my piggy’ smiled Charlie as he stood up and left the room.

Two minutes later, Charlie returned with eight pizza’s, eight portions of fries and tons of burgers.
'You ready for more my piggy?’ Chuckled Charlie as he placed the food on the floor.
'No. Please’ Tom tried to get up, but struggled.
'No point trying to escape my piggy!’ Said Charlie as he sat infront of Tom. 'You are going to eat and thats it’
'Too. Fat’ Moaned Tom as he placed a hand on his tummy. 'Im so. Big’
'Thats it, touch you’re body. Look and feel how fat you’ve got. Look how big you’re belly is. Look at the way it sags down over your underwear. Look how big  you’re tits are, they are bigger than your girlfriends!’ Charlie moaned 'You are getting so fat! But not fat enough!’ Charlie picked up a slice of pizza and shoved it into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as the cheese flavour spread across his mouth.
“Im so fat” Thought Tom as Charlie placed another slice into his mouth. 'Ive gotten. So big. I cant even. Move. Im too. Big.“ Charlie continued to stuff food into Tom’s mouth. Tom was now helpless. He was too fat to move, being stuffed non stop and was being sat on the lap by his 'friend’. Tom moaned as Charlie smiled.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

'Last burger piggy!’ smirked Charlie as he placed the last burger into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he chewed and swallowed the meaty burger.
'Well done piggy! You ate everything!’ Smiled Charlie. Tom groaned. Tom was huge. Tom’s belly now pushed his legs apart and was touching the floor. His moobs were now the size of a large breasted woman. His moobs sat ontop of his flabby belly. His thighs were thick and huge and were squished against the floor. Huge love handles formed on Tom’s hips, followed by rolls up the side of his body.
'Damn Piggy. You are so big!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s belly.
'Ooh’ moaned Tom 'Stop. Please.’
'Look at you! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie moaned. Suddenly Charlie lunged ontop of Tom and kissed him. Tom pulled back and their lips disconnected.
'Whats wrong piggy? Dont want to be my piggy?’ Charlie leaned in to Tom’s face 'Kiss me back now, or else’
Tom sighed and leaned in towards Charlie. Their lips both connected as they kissed. Charlie’s tongue broke into Tom’s mouth and danced around. Tom moaned as he did the same with his tongue.
"Why is he doing this” Thought Tom “And why am i kissing him back?” They continued to kiss as Charlies hand squished and played with Tom’s fat, moving around his fat body. Charlie pulled away from the kiss and smirked. His cheeks were red and he was sweating 'Ive been wanting this for years Tom’ Tears started to fall slowly from Tom’s eyes. He is now Charlie’s piggy.

The Kitchens

part iii


Sirius thought being a royal meant having power. He thought having power meant having answers. Academically speaking he supposed this was true. He did have power. In a few more months, he’d have all the power in the world. A kingdom. A nation. Anything available, all answers ready at the snap of his fingers. His whole being would be flooded with his royal blood. It would be all anyone would see. Not that people saw much more anyhow.

Sirius looked down from the doorway, blinking and surprised to find his hand outstretched towards the place where Remus had been a moment before. He opened and closed it a few times, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. He could use an answer right about now.

But it was useless. Power. Royalty. It was all so utterly useless against… whatever had just happened. He was tempted to try, to search and see if someone could puzzle this one out for him as well. But he wasn’t sure that was possible.

He put his hand down, only now noticing how cool the room had gotten as the sun set. He looked up at the sound of feet above him, frantic feet… pacing? The floorboards groaned under the hesitation and then squeaked and protested when the pacing started up again. Twice they came to the top of the stairs, and twice they retreated once more. He wanted to go up, almost did a few times… But Sirius didn’t know if he was welcome upstairs. He frowned as Remus’ words echoed in his ears.

Of course you can be here. You’re you.

He sat back on the stool, sighing and picking another piece of cake from the crumb ridden plate. The phrase really shouldn’t bother him. It was true after all. He could go any where he pleased. And it was because of who he was. He should be proud of that, that was power, so why wasn’t he? It was maddening, honestly, but he didn’t want Remus to think-

Sirius threw the cake down, rubbing his hands over his face.

He didn’t know what he didn’t want Remus to think. That he would invade any space he chooses just because he can? Yes. But he could so why shouldn’t he?

Sirius stood. He wanted answers. Why shouldn’t he get them?

The stairs practically wailed under his feet and he heard Remus still. He turned into a small, nearly bare bedroom almost immediately as he followed the sound—or lack of. He hoped his reaction didn’t register on his face. The room was sad, and drab, and positively wretched. He didn’t know how Remus lived in here much less slept at night.

“Who said you could come up here?”

Sirius turned his gaze away from Remus’ bedroom and to the boy himself. Remus stood in the center on a small, threadbare rug that could hardly pass for more than an old dishtowel in Sirius’ opinion. His arms were wrapped protectively around himself and he was red from his cheeks to his neck, a dark embarrassed flush that made him look positively endearing and livid at the same moment.

Sirius stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the moldy door frame, “You left without explanation, I came-“

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to follow.”

Sirius shook his head, mind reeling, “I don’t understand.”

“Oh,” Remus scoffed, “There’s a first.”

Sirius, to his surprise, flooded with hurt rather than anger at the insult. He didn’t want to lash out, not like he usually did. But he wanted it to stop. He took a deep breath through his nose.

“Why, are you so angry?”

“Because-“ Remus gestured wildly at Sirius who looked down at himself, trying to pinpoint something that he could have done. He looked back up, bewildered, when Remus failed to elaborate.

Remus’ cheeks were pink his eyes burning, “You can’t just waltz in everywhere like you own the place!”

“I do own the place!” Sirius burst, confusion slowly giving way to the familiar burning flare of his temper.

“That doesn’t give you the right!”

“I-“ He snapped his mouth shut. His hands were fists at his side. He felt deep, dark shame spread through his chest, snuffing anything else out in its path. His straightened, “I know that.”

He dropped his gaze from Remus’ who was still breathing hard, “I know that.”

Remus turned away too, bracing his hands against the splintering desk on the far wall and not saying a word.

Sirius wanted to take it back. He’d foreseen this reaction and carried it out anyway. Why?

Pride.

Sirius swallowed.

Remus’ knuckles were white against the wood and he stiffened when Sirius took a step forward so he took two backwards instead, “I apologize.” After the evening they’d spent together, the words felt too formal coming out of his mouth but he continued the tone anyway. He didn’t know how to not set Remus off again. He didn’t want to.

“I overstepped. I was… confused. I didn’t mean-“

“I know.” Sirius was surprised at Remus’ voice. It was shaky and unsure. It was hopeless, “I know you didn’t mean it, you never mean it, but you do it and I… I think its best that you go. Just right now, I-“ Remus turned back around, sighing. Sirius’s fingers dug into his palms at the relief that flooded his chest when Remus looked at him, “I don’t know what to say right now, alright? I’m sorry, you’re sorry, let’s just… leave it at that. This is strange enough as it is.”

Sirius blinked, “I didn’t- what about this is strange?”

Remus let out a small, only half humorous laugh, “Really?”

Sirius shuffled, unsure. He didn’t like not knowing, he didn’t like being unsure. But here he was, with Remus, a boy who seemed to be nothing but unfamiliar territory.

“I- I had a fine time tonight. I don’t see what’s so odd.” He clasped his hands behind his back, then unclasped them, the gesture reminding him too much of his father.

Remus looked at him for a moment more, then shook his head, hands going behind him briefly to untie his plain, canvas apron from around his waist, tossing it onto the bed, “Have you forgotten who we are?”

“Of course not.” And then Sirius slipped a little, “Quite hard to given the state of this room.” He trailed off at the end, biting down hard on his tongue, “I- I didn’t-“

“Yeah, you didn’t mean it, right?” Remus’ stare was colder than Sirius had seen it yet, “You really should go.”

The silence in the room was crushing. Sirius tried to straighten his back, to regain some form of composure… but he couldn’t. Not enough, anyway. And he turned quickly on his heels, thundering back down the stairs and up out of the cool kitchen. He ran and didn’t stop until he was leaning back against the shut door of his room. He gazed around at it, breathing hard.

Everything was perfect.

The pillows were fluffed, the sheets turned down. Not a speck of dust. The finest of silk sheets lay waiting for him, the wood bed frame positively shone. The expensively dyed, woven tapestries on the walls showed riches and wealth.

He gulped down air, nails digging into the wood behind him. He’d let himself believe for a moment. He’d let himself think that maybe, just maybe…

A friend.

But here he was, back where he started. In this spotless room, waiting for a future to be mapped out for him. Waiting and simply passing the time. Is that what he’s trying to do with Remus? Yes. Yes, that’s better. It’s better to think of it like that. Just a way to pass the time. Not a friend. A servant. That’s what he is, that’s what James is, that’s what they all are. And he is a king.

He is a king, and a king rules alone.

~

Sirius stayed quiet as James dressed him, avoiding his curious glances when any attempt at banter or conversation was more or less ignored.

“Mate, the party won’t be that bad. There will be drinks, look at it that way.”

Sirius nodded, busying himself with undoing and re-doing a tie on his sleeve, “I’m sure.”

He heard James still from where he was hanging up a dress jacket from behind him, then sigh, “Alright…”

Sirius closed his eyes briefly at the guilt that flooded his chest. He didn’t want James to think he was angry with him. He wasn’t really all that angry at all. He was confused, he was hurt. He couldn’t seem to say the right thing anyhow so why say anything at all?

“The pub was fine, by the way,” James voice came after a moment, much more guarded than before, “thanks for asking-”

“I’ll take the green instead, actually.” Sirius cut him off before he could try and start another conversation, a conversation Sirius didn’t think he could finish before slipping up and loosing what little distance he’d been able to put between him and his friend in the half hour James had been in his room. He shrugged off the black vest he was wearing and held it out without eye contact, simply trying to keep James busy.

He could feel James looking at him and finally had to look up as well, not wanting to run the risk of appearing childish. They held each other’s gaze for a second before James took the thin velvet garment, turning back to the closet and swiping the green, “Why the sudden change of heart?”

He was not referring to the jacket.

Sirius allowed James to ease the material over his broad shoulders, straightening it with a tug, “Just… thought it would be better.”

He was not referring to the jacket.

A few beats of silence and then he heard James huff out a breath, “Well then. Okay.” Sirius turned around nodding as James eyed him somewhat too knowingly. Sirius knew he knew something was up. Instead of pressing, however, James just spread his hands then let them drop back to his sides, slapping against his pants, “Right, enjoy your party, feast, ball, whatever it is.”

“Not likely.”

James smirked at the same time Sirius did and there it was. The friendship leaking through the cracks. Sirius cursed himself for letting it, and thanked god that it was there in the first place. He straightened.

“I’ll let you know if I need anything. I assume you won’t be waitering?”

“McGonagall said they had enough so, no.” James pushed his hands into his pockets.

Sirius nodded. McGonagall, head of the downstairs, always on top of things. Sirius had always liked her despite what his mother said about her habits and dress.

“Right, okay.”

James nodded back, and was turning to go when he halted, hand on the door nob, and turned, “Sirius?”

No, no, just leave, James. Sirius chanted at him in his head. He would slip up again. James was all he had and he would slip up again, “Hm?”

James tilted his head a little, “Are you okay?”

Sirius exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes. Because of course. James, all he had, his first and only friend, and the only person to ever ask him that, ever. He savored it, he let it melt the walls away. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d even tried properly—wasn’t sure he could try properly, but he couldn’t shut him out. Not James.

“Sirius?” Worry clouded James’ voice now.

Sirius opened his eyes and nodded quickly, “Yes. Yes, fine. Just…” He tok a breath, words coming out with his exhale, exhausted, “you know how I get at these things.”

James nodded slowly, as if weighing it for truthfulness, “Right.” He turned to go but turned once more, “You’d say, wouldn’t you? You’d tell me if it was more?”

Sirius melted a little more. Care and kindness was not something he was experienced with, and he fumbled to handle it each and every time. His conscious screamed a few things that his mind didn’t quite comprehend yet.

I’m so lonely I can barely stand it.

Everything I need is right here. Everything I want is right here and so far.

I’m a king and he’s not.

That last was especially dangerous. He didn’t know what would happen if he let that one come to full comprehension.

“Sure. ‘course.” Sirius bit the inside of his bottom lip, “Of course I would, James. Have a good night, yeah?”

James flashed him an uneasy grin and left fully this time, door shutting softly behind him.

Sirius let out a breath he had been holding. His sheets were silk. His crown was pure gold. His clothes were the finest all around. His cellar was full of riches and coin. His home was a castle. His birthright was a country and a beautiful queen.

And yet, at that moment, he would have traded it all for a bit of plain chocolate cake and the sandy hair and kind smile that went with it. And he didn’t know why. He knew which should be more promising, but he also knew which one actually was.

He left for the party with heavy feet and a conflicted mind.

~

The party was brilliant and soft. The lanterns shone out against the dusky sky and laughter filled the summer garden. The patterns in the paper placed around the candles cast intricate patterns on the guest’s faces, making them seem to be a part of the flowers that surrounded them. Sirius wished he could enjoy it all more, honestly, he did. He lived for summer evenings. But his mother was cackling at his elbow, his brother sulking at his other, and his father downing scotch after scotch across from him, all while pretentious dukes and nobles and their wives laughed and practically bowed on the spot. Anything to gain favor. Sirius stood, back straight to avoid a glare and nails digging painfully into his neck, but it was all he could do to not slap the lot of them. But he had become fluent in the art of restraint early in his life. For many reasons.

He turned to Regulus, seeking at least some refuge, “Fancy a swim tomorrow?”

Regulus didn’t even look at him, “Not particularly.”

Sirius blinked, staring at his little brother for too long. His mind played images of them only a few years ago, snorting at the table and sneaking off from parties to some mischief. For the life of him, Sirius couldn’t say what had gone wrong. Another question, it seemed, the royal blood did not get him the answer to.

He sighed, turning away, “Right then. Nice of you to let me down lightly.”

Regulus glared sharply at him but turned away again, wordless.

“Sirius!”

Sirius’ stomach clenched at his mother’s voice—the singsong one she used in company. He flicked the corners of his lips up almost on instinct, turning towards the sound and whoever it was he was meant to greet. He nearly lost the slapped on smile, however, when he saw who that was.

“Sirius, darling, meet Anthea. Anthea Cerberus. You know the family…” His mother muttered the last part in his ear.

Sirius stared at the young girl for a moment. She looked around his age, maybe a few years younger. Her eyes were practically black against the swirling pattern of light that a lantern was slanting across her face, and although Sirius knew it was the lighting darkening the brown irises, it unnerved him. She looked soft and flush, just like the rest of the guests, but her gaze did not. Sirius listed off what he knew in his head. His age, female, introduced to him by his mother who followed the introduction by hissing a reminder of her status in his ear. Sirius gulped down the dread that was rising in his chest.

“Ms. Cerberus-“

“Oh, do call her Anthea, boy!”

Sirius grit his teeth, letting the pleasure he took in the slip up of his mother’s tone into his veins. He took the hand she was presumptuously offering, “Anthea. Pleasure is mine.”

She let out a little laugh, biting on her lip in a way that he was sure was suppose to look sweet, “I’m sure.”

He scoffed ever so softly under his breath, “Are you?”

Sirius flinched at the familiar dig of his mother’s nails onto the flesh where his neck met his shoulder. His back straightened instinctively and his heart picked up. They retreated, and he could feel the sharp sting where the crescent shapes had broken skin.

“Anthea lives just in Akeldama. You know Akeldama.” The queen’s voice was back and strong, dripping with false adoration.

“Oh yes, wonderful hunting.” Sirius had never been hunting in his life and never would if he could help it.

“Quite right!” She fanned herself with the small embroidered fan she held. Two snakes with entertained necks blinked at Sirius from the stitching, “Perhaps one day you can catch me something. Something… big and bloodied.” Her eyes had lit up in a way that made Sirius want to positively run.

“Yes…” He swallowed, keeping the smile up, “Perhaps-“

Sirius broke off, a movement from just beyond the lights catching his eye. He wasn’t even sure how he noticed it until he realized what exactly he was looking at. A face peaking out from between trees. More importantly, a face with a nose that sloped up just a bit at the end and caramel hair.

Sirius blinked a few times, then turned back to Anthea, knowing he had paused for too long to appear normal but attempting to recover anyway, “Yes, absolutely. Perhaps, in the meantime, I can offer you…” He glanced over to the dessert table, “something sweet?”

She giggled, although it didn’t sound like a giggle. It was horribly high pitched and came out through her nose.

“Oh yes, please.”

He left the girl and his mother, who were gushing about his gentlemanly actions, with no plan on returning.

He weaved through the crowds of people towards the long table that was laden to the brim with sweets and cakes and puddings. He nicked a plate and started from one end. He made his way through the table, taking two of every dessert that visibly contained or that he knew to contain any form of chocolate. When he was done, the plate was only just nearing too piled and he looked at it with satisfaction. If anything qualified as a piece offering, this was it. With a last glance towards where he could just see the tops of his mother and Anthea’s heads, he disappeared from under the lights, arcing around the trees, which he knew to ring a small clearing, where he had seen Remus’ face moments earlier.

He walked briskly until he was at the opposite edge of the clearing, fully able to see Remus’ back as he watched the party from the safety of the trees. His hands were pressed to the bark of the one to his left, wrapping around it and letting his temple rest against it. Sirius thought he heard soft humming in time to the music. Sirius took quiet, slow, steps until he was just behind Remus.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage,

“A fairy’s ring.” Remus jumped out of his skin and Sirius grinned, “That’s what they call this.”

Remus let out a huff that could have been a laugh and turned, “Jesus fucking…”

“It’s suppose to have powers… of some sort.” Sirius interrupted him and pretended to look around at the darkening trees, the lights of the party only just filtering through them, when really he was watching Remus from the corner of his eye. Finally, he shrugged, eyes falling back on Remus fully, “If you believe in that sort of thing.”

Remus stood there quietly, watching Sirius with guarded eyes. When he said nothing, Sirius strode forward the last few steps to see the party as Remus had seen it, from between the trees. He spied his mother with her crown and cape almost instantly. You could not hear her cackle or falseness from here. You could not hear the snide, narrow-minded comments from here. You could not smell the reek of alcohol off his father from here. They all looked so happy from here. He wondered if Remus knew the truth.

“Looks quite lovely, doesn’t it?”

There was a few more beats of silence, until he felt Remus step up beside him, felt the warmth of his skin, “Yes. But you know that.”

His voice was guarded. The coolness stirred something in Sirius, some strange desire to do whatever he could to get rid of it. He thought of Remus in front of the oven that evening after swimming. He had felt so completely alone that day, floating in the center of the lake. But with Remus and his pink cheeks and freckled nose, he’d felt… cured? He didn’t know. Sirius shifted, clearing his throat, “I was making conversation.”

“You struggle with that.”

“With you, yes.” Sirius sighed. Again, he seemed to have stepped wrong.

He felt Remus stiffen beside him, then shift away to lean against the tree again. The heat of his skin had been distracting in a way that Sirius was sure it shouldn’t be, and was even more so now that it had gone.

Sirius tensed at the thought, the sudden want in his chest to regain that contact, and at his fingers tightening around the plate in his hands, he remembered what he was holding. He turned, holding it out wordlessly.

Remus looked down at it, eyes wide and blinking rapidly, then looked at Sirius with the same questioning stare.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to say…” Sirius hesitated. In reality, he couldn’t really remember what he had said to make Remus leave in the first place, “I meant not offense,” He settled on instead, “and I know you like chocolate, so… think of it as a peace offering. I hear the chocolate cake is divine.”

Remus’ mouth twitched upward at that and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitantly taking the plate.

I want to give him more. I want him to look at me like that again.

“I’ve… I’ve never had half of these.”

Sirius blinked, “You make all of these.”

“For you.” Remus laughed, actually laughed, and then caught himself, stuttering, “I mean for the upstairs. I mean- you know, your family.”

Sirius felt knocked askew at the guilt that rushed suddenly through him, “Oh. Well, we can sit. Or- you can sit. If you prefer.”

“No. No, it’s alright.” Remus nearly mumbled it and he dropped quickly to the ground. The light from the party cast soft shadows through the leaves against Remus’ face as he looked up at Sirius. It was better than the patterns of the lanterns and Sirius wished he could capture it somehow, “We can sit.”

He nodded, then sat too, shifting so he was shoulder to shoulder with Remus again, unable to resist feeling the warmth once more.

They sat quietly for the most part, picking at the chocolate, Remus occasionally commenting and Sirius occasionally agreeing. He didn’t take anything unless Remus offered it to him, something that he found took some restraint. He wasn’t use to being denied such trivial things. Eventually Remus scooted until he was turned around, and merely nodded in the direction of the party when Sirius raised an eyebrow. He wanted to watch. Sirius rubbed his cold shoulder softly before catching himself. He could have sworn Remus was watching the gesture, but when he really looked Remus’ eyes had darted away. The lights flickered through the leaves against his face, casting soft patterns. He offered Sirius a round truffle and Sirius took it.

He rolled it between his fingers, coating them in the bitter cocoa dust, “You like watching the dancing.”

“And you can’t cook an egg.” Remus said through a cherry sponge cake, “Anything else we’ve learned about each other?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly, smile playing at his mouth, “Yes.”

“Oh, really?”

Sirius leaned forward, elbows on his knees, “You aren’t afraid to correct me.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, taking the truffle back that Sirius had yet to eat, “You aren’t afraid to insult me.” He popped it into his mouth, “So, you’re basically saying I’m head strong and can’t dance. Anything else?”

Sirius sighed, letting his head fall back against the rough tree bark, looking at Remus threw his eyelashes, eyelids hooded, “Well. I could teach you.”

Remus dropped the sponge cake onto the grass, just missing the plate, “Wh.. Sorry?”

Already Sirius’ chest was warming at the thought. The burning desire to have Remus’ palm against his almost scared him, “I could teach you. To dance. You said you knew of the Summer’s Waltz.”

“Knew of. As in can’t actually do it.” Remus’ neck was flushed with unsureness.

“Yes,” Sirius drew out the word, pushing himself up, dusting his hands off on his pants, and then offering one to Remus, “And I could teach you. As in assist you until you know it.” He added the last part playfully.

Remus just looked up at Sirius, eyes raking up and down his figure and then flicking momentarily down to his own, “I’m not wearing shoes.”

Sirius considered this, then looked down. He glanced up at Remus repeatedly, smirking at the shocked expression on his face as he undid his own boots, letting the grass cool his feet. He held out his hand once more, “Neither am I.”

Remus couldn’t describe that feeling in his chest as he slowly reached out and pressed his fingers around Sirius’. It was delight. It was want. It was dread.

“You’re very persistent.” Remus grumbled.

Sirius pulled Remus up, smiling at the soft noise Remus made with the effort. The smile wavered at just how perfect the weight of Remus’ palm felt in his. He frowned slightly at their hands. He didn’t know why he was so persistent. He didn’t know why he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He looked over his shoulder, at the blurry lights of the party. He knew why he didn’t want to ask Anthea to dance. Because she was rude, and she was ghastly, and she gnawed on her lip in an attempt to be flirtatious. He turned back to Remus, eyes falling on their hands and then his face. Remus looked nervous, and he was biting his lip, but this time it made Sirius’ chest seize up. Sirius let out a breath.

Alliances must be made, Sirius.

He knew he shouldn’t want this. He’d learned… he’d thought he’d learned to control it. He’d flirted with the servant girls, even taken some of them back to his room in an attempt to prove a point, more to himself than others. He’d liked it, being with them, but he hadn’t… enjoyed it. Not exactly.

But he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He wanted to hold his hand.

And he was a prince. Why shouldn’t he have, at least for a moment, what he wants?

He realized he had been standing there far to long only when Remus started to clear his throat and pull away.

“Um. If you’ve changed your mind-“

“No.” Sirius said quickly, “No. No, I haven’t I was just-“ He was caught off guard momentarily as Remus stopped attempting to extract his hand and it settled comfortably back into Sirius’, “I was just planning.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Planning?”

Sirius took a step forward, “Of sorts. Now,” Sirius took Remus’ other hand and pressed it gently to the shoulder of his arm not holding Remus’ other hand, “I’ll lead, so you’ll have to be the girl.”

Remus kicked Sirius’ shin and Sirius let out a loud fall of laughter, delighted that the joking side of Remus was back.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat as his laughter died down, “And I have my hand,” he tried to ignore the thrumming of his heart as he pressed his other hand to the small of Remus’ back, “here.” They were so close now that Remus stumbled forward, stepping on Sirius’ bare toes. He flushed but said nothing of it.

“Good?” Sirius said softly, looking down at Remus. He could feel the puffs of his breath against his neck and swallowed.

Remus looked up at him quickly, like he was taking a risk, and then straight again, eyes level with Sirius’ lips, “Good.” He coughed a little, “Next step?”

Sirius smiled, “You make it sound like we’re in the kitchen, cooking something.”

Remus flashed his eyes up again, lingering a little longer this time, and offering a smile of his own. He adjusted his hand and it ended up pressed closer to Sirius’, “Is it really that different?”

Sirius tried not to tighten his grip, “Suppose not, no…”

“So? Steps?”

Sirius jolted a little, “Yes- Yes. Yes, steps. Right.”

It was easier than Sirius had expected. Remus followed carefully and precisely for the most part, having an easier time of it once Sirius told him to step forward whenever he stepped back and vise versa. They laughed a little at small mistakes, but other than that it was only Sirius murmuring soft instructions and counting under his breath, a sound only accompanied by the settling wind in the trees. Sirius savored the way their eyes followed each other, the way only their wrists touched when the spun, and how they came back together nearly seamlessly.

Finally, Sirius lifted their hands up, pressing their fingers together until they were palm against palm, practically nose to nose, the final movement. Remus was looking at him this time, chin having to tilt upwards a little, lips parted.

“Like that?” He could feel Remus’ uneven breathing.

“Yes.” Sirius was sure his was the same. He almost couldn’t focus on the words. Remus’ hand was smooth, with a few working callouses littering the crest of his palm. His eyes were golden in the nearly faded light. “Just like that.”

Just like that. Just like that Sirius felt it in every cell of his body. His heart pumped it through his veins, his mind sparked it through his limbs. He wanted to kiss Remus. He wanted to so badly.

He stepped back, and the want dragged like a hook in his chest, attempting to drag him painfully forward once more.

“Just like that.” Sirius bent to pull his shoes back on, to hide the rapid rising of his chest, the flush on his neck, the panic and need in his eyes.

“Oh.” Sirius could see the way Remus’ now empty hand was opening and closing a few times, stretching the fingers out, “Well. Maybe once more-“

“I should probably get back to the party.” He needed a moment. Just a moment away, to regain his composer.

“Oh.” The hurt in his voice was overpowering, “Right. ‘Course you do.”

Sirius straightened, eyes almost pleading, “Not like that.” Please don’t be angry with me.

Remus turned back around sharply from where Sirius hadn’t realized he’d turned away, “Not like what?” His tone was almost… hopeful.

Sirius had never felt so conflicted in his life. The party lights were no longer beautiful, instead they felt like they were burning into the back of his neck. He wanted to stay here, in the cool, softness of this clearing with Remus. Maybe the so-called powers could trap them there, together.

He rushed forward, closing the few steps between them and took Remus’ hand again, pressing it between his own. If he had to go back to the party, he at least needed this.

“Come to the lake tomorrow. The one on the south grounds. Can you manage? At noon.”

When Remus nodded Sirius felt a wild relief. He very well could have kissed him again.

“Say it back so I know you’ll remember.”

Remus blinked. How on earth could he forget? He said it anyway, “Lake. South grounds. Noon.”

Tomorrow.” Sirius repeated urgently.

“Tomorrow.” Remus repeated once more, standing there until Sirius disappeared into the crowd of royals, hand warm and heart thumping.

anonymous asked:

I cannot stop day dreaming about Olivers bday party. It prob going to be at the loft. Of course everyone else will leave first, 'giving them the room. When he finally goes to leave I NEED Felicity to get up on her tip toes and kiss him on the cheek whispering "Happy Birthday" and then I just want him to say fuck it and kiss her. REALLY kiss her. And scoop her up and go upstairs. And at some point, whisper the words, "I want to come home." Then I can die happy. Or just be dead. Whichever.

Anon, you beautiful soul!! Way to go guessing the loft! I don’t know what I did to deserve this, because I NEVER get messages like this one, so thank you. Ugh, my heart is so very full from the picture you’ve given me that I ended up writing a *short* spec fic about it. (Based on recent spoilers, I know most of what I have written here ain’t gonna happen; but alas, I started this fic last month and wanted to finish it anyway. My Oliver deserves a happy spec fic on his birthday.)

Here’s my new favorite photo to set the stage. LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE. I’M FINE.

xxx

“NO!”

Felicity’s cry echoes across the expanse of the loft, her words bouncing off its high ceilings, sending all party guests into an unprecedented silence.

Oliver stills, every fiber in his body already tightening, already on edge, ready to pounce to protect her if need be– He relaxes a little when he realizes Felicity is not, in fact, reacting to any sort of danger. Instead, she stares with wide, horrified eyes at the knife he’s still gripping, hovering over the direct center of the cake. The cake he was just instructed to cut himself. The cake covered in exactly 32 little plastic arrows, all pointing towards the center to form a giant O.

Yet he knows that look means trouble of a different sort…a Felicity-sized and always important portion of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver quickly makes eye contact with the rest of the group, just in case anyone’s picked up on something he’s missed. But everyone appears just as confused as he is by Felicity’s new state of peril.

Felicity visibly swallows as she slowly tiptoes towards him. She licks her lips once, hesitating before meeting his gaze; and he can practically see the wheels spinning behind her eyes, as she calms herself down and tries to explain.

“I just mean…you should have the corner piece, you know? Because it has more frosting. You like frosting, right? Everyone loves frosting.”

“Felicity…” He has no idea what she’s hiding, but he can tell something’s off.

“You know what? I’ll just cut the cake. I mean, you already do so much, the least I can do is cut you a piece of cake.” She’s taking the knife from him and already cutting off a corner piece, before he can even try to stop her, all the while muttering something to herself. He leans in a bit to try to hear, but Curtis and Quentin have resumed their conversation across the table, so all he catches is something along the lines of “What was I thinking…”

God, if only he knew. He’s spent years learning to understand what Felicity Smoak says, let alone trying to make sense of what could possibly be going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

“There. That is your piece.”

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