track shoes

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you draw Lumiere and Plumette with modern outfits?


So I in no way want to rain on anybody’s Hipster!Lumiere parade, but I would urge you to also consider overly dapper Lumiere who is never not wearing a three piece suit:

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Kageyama had not been exaggerating in the slightest when he said the new room waiting for Shouyou was nice. It was nice; but so had the first one been. This new one, Shouyou would have said, was more accurately magnificent.

Now he could see why Kageyama had called it the summer room, as its true worth would be most apparent during those warmer months—for the room had a roof resting on the ornate marble columns lining its borders, but no walls. Like the pavilion, it was open on all sides, and looked out over the city and the surrounding hills of the countryside.

Shouyou did rest after his filling lunch, falling asleep easily in the enormous bed. He woke with the sun still high in the sky, about to begin its downward descent, and sat up, stretching and yawning.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, at this point, a servant seemed to materialize right as he thought of a question, and as they bowed to Shouyou, he rubbed his eyes and asked, “Where’s Ka—where is the villa’s master?”

“He is out taking his exercise,” the man replied. “Shall I bring you to him?”

“No, no…” Shouyou waved his hands. “I don’t want to disturb him!" 

"It would not be unwelcome,” the servant told him. “He instructed me to deliver you into his care, as soon as you wanted to go.”

“Ah…” Shouyou said, rubbing the back of his neck. He wondered what else being in Kageyama’s care entailed. “Then, I’m ready. I’ll follow you.”

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On the second part of this one-hour special Brooklyn 99, it’s all about finding Amy in time for her big exam.  This one is truly great for all the Jake and Amy fans, but I’ll get into that more soon.  Here’s everything to expect from “Chasing Amy”.

Amy’s preparing for the Sergeant’s Exam, in hopes of sticking to her “life calendar” and becoming the NYPD’s youngest captain within the correct timeline.  Unfortunately, her nerves are getting the best of her, and Jake’s getting concerned.

Then, when Charles’ Great-Nana Boyle passes away, he and Gina are left some of her most prized possessions.  But when Gina’s is far better than Charles’, things get strained in the Boyle clan.

Back to Amy.  When Jake prepares a practice test for her, she suddenly vanishes soon after with only hours before taking her exam.  It’s then up to Jake and Rosa to step into Amy’s shoes and track her down before it’s too late.

During all of this, Terry wants to liven up the playroom at the precinct for kids by bringing in a model train.  It’s a great idea, until Terry and Holt start arguing over how a model train set should actually be.

This was a great Jake and Amy episode, as I said before, with some seriously sweet moments, as well as a call-back to a pivotal season one moment between them.  And of course, this episode also had plenty of hilarious moments you’ll definitely enjoy. 

Here are a few things to look forward to in part-two:

  • Amy’s nervous habits
  • Gina’s inheritance
  • Terry dancing
  • “Trivia Pressure”
  • Jake doing everything in his power to find Amy

Don’t miss the all-new, special one-hour “Cop-Con/Chasing Amy” episode of BROOKLYN NINE-NINE airing Tuesday, May 9 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX.

As always, send any questions you may have my way, and I will answer, as long as they aren’t too spoilery!

anonymous asked:

I know you have already done a lot of the ship posts (and they are all phenomenal and accurate af) but can you pretty please do Jesper and Wylan from six of crows/crooked kingdom? Xoxo <3 <3 I can't get enough of your writing tbh! Your such an inspiration, dude. <3 <3 <3 <3

I’m SO sorry this took so long, you’re such an absolute sweetheart and also christ I’ve never been called an inspiration before holy.. god

also heck i love wesper this is a treat


who is more likely to hurt the other?

don’t.. do this

they’re genuinely so good neither of them would ever TRY to hurt the other, and they’re both so tender and apologetic if they ever do. I think I’m gonna have to say jesper though just because. he’s still a little stirred by his addiction (to trouble! to bringing two guns to a gun fight! to gambling! to love!) and he’s got some jealousy and sensitivity baked into him, bless him. I feel like he’d run a risk and break Wy’s heart by accident, a little bit

who is emotionally stronger?

a genuine toughie bc they’ve both survived and persevered so MUCH. I think in terms of immediate reactionary instincts, Jes is better at letting bad vibes roll right off of him. He’s made of smiles. He’s trouble and a good time rolled into a waistcoat. If you insult him he only gets stronger. Wy was raised in silk and champagne but he was raised BY an absolute monster so. he’s a very bruised peach. criticism pierces him v easily. Though in a more fundamental way, wylan has fashioned his past trauma into a shield. by the end of ck he’s building himself new emotional strength with his bare hands

who is physically stronger?

ohhh man. They’re both noodle boys. Wylan is too smart for exercise. Jesper does his fighting at a 20 metre distance from his target. Jesper is bigger than wylan but most of his size is gangly and delightful and awkward. I think jes could probably still beat wylan in a pinch, but I’m more caught up in how funny it would be to see them try to fight it out

who is more likely to break a bone? 

man I’m tempted to say jesper just bc he seems like he would be…… brittle. I think he gets into scrapes a lot. I think wylan starts to get into p frequent scrapes by nature of being the sixth crow. I think the both of them are so busy worrying about each other’s fights that they neglect their own and trip off a building or smth

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

I think wylan can be a nasty piece of work when he’s pissed enough. like he may be a silk eared puppy but he’ll chew your shoes and track mud around if you forget to feed him. jesper doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body man, I think he’s a sarcasm queen and a joker but he’s definitely not mean

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

I think jesper’s constantly assuming he did something wrong and he sits down with wylan 100% serious like ‘babe.. im so, so sorry. I never wanted to be the sort of person who made you look sad like that, we’re past that, I truly made a promise–’ and wy would be like ‘what no I was sad bc a screw on my flute is loose and I couldn’t practice today’. but also yeah if it’s a serious fight they make up in a rush, and they laugh at themselves, and they use their energy for something better

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

here’s the thing about the crows man, they’re always sustaining minor injuries as a team and it’s a win if they live, right? All I can picture is the roar of activity when they pull off a job and they come back limping and bleeding and swearing and crowing w joy, and jes and wy take their seats opposite each other and clean wounds, kiss foreheads, smooth back sweaty curls, squeeze hands, make promises. the routine, u kno

who is in constant need of comfort? 

uhhh both of them (it’s always both my guy jot that down). Wylan has 16 years of shitty imposed self loathing to unlearn, and traumatic experiences all over him. jes has lost a lot (including his mom) and he struggles with addiction so like. yeah they both need comfort. they both wake up w the phantom feeling of a mother’s arms around their shoulders. they’ve both seen the very worst of humanity. They’re just two nervy, high stress kids trying to figure things out

who gets more jealous? 

lmao WYLAN VAN ECK did y’all read his scenes in crooked kingdom that boy is NOT SHARING. he glared real holes in kuwei’s head guys. jesper tbh is a terrible flirt and a HANDFUL and wylan is happy. to have his hands full. no one else.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

mmm nahhh

who will propose? 

u bet ur ASS it’ll be jesper. Imagine wylan’s blushing face…… he’d do it for that alone. tbh there’s probably a point in their relationship where jesper’s outrageous flirting isn’t enough to get that pretty blush from wylan like he’ll roll his eyes and shove jes in the shoulder and w/e but they have to have increasingly ridiculous conversations about kinks or w/e until that blush comes out. jesper’s like ‘dang. guess I gotta step up the romance. what’s the most romantic thing? marriage? marrying wylan? son absolutely where do i sign’

who has the most difficult parents?

lmao lm a o lmaooo Lmao LMAO lmao

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

I feel like depending on the social climate of Ketterdam, hand holding might not be on the table?? especially for two criminals associated w the bastard of the barrel like idk man I can’t picture it. they don’t want to draw attention to themselves (well i mean. jes wants to. but they can’t). I think they’re all about sly glances and the most obvious smirks you’ve ever seen, and brushing shoulders!! brushing shoulders are their makeouts

who comes up for the other all the time? 

they’re always together man bf’s that blow shit up together and live together stay together so like they rarely have the opportunity to talk about each other. howEVER jesper probably mentions his boyfriend in the middle of a hand of poker w an inappropriate smile or gushes to w/e prisoner he’s breaking out of jail or makes Kaz’s day weird by trying to confide in him

who hogs the blankets? 

wylan is exhausted w luxury and jesper is a child who wants to be held so he rolls over and then over again so that wy always wakes up to a lapful of boyfriend and a roll of blankets and he has to wait for jesper’s heavy sleeper ass to arise so he can get up to pee 

who gets more sad? 

booooth – jesper is understated sad with a side of unnerving frowns, wylan is a wobbling mouth and clenched fists. Sometimes they stay in the Wylan Van mansion and lock the doors so the maids can’t come in, and they bring the lavish decorative pillows into a heap on the carpet and feed each other sweets and rub each others backs and laugh and laugh the darkness away. wylan sketches. jesper poses. there’s scheming & kaz impressions. jesper is a storyteller and he imagines out loud what nina or inej are up to at that very minute, controlling gravity and hearts and the sea and their lives 

who is better at cheering the other up? 

see above ^^ they both go pro at the comfort olympics. Jesper is that little bit better though. He’s a sweetheart with all the right words in his pockets. He knows how to chop wylan’s dad down like the overgrown dead tree that he is. he knows how to flirt a smile onto wy’s face. he maybe lacks delicacy sometimes, but he’s so fun and wholehearted and warm that he can’t really go wrong

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this is canon y’all, jesper is a lecherous bastard and wylan is equal parts disdain and delight. he absolutely will slap a boy

who is more streetwise?

god bless wylan but he knows a hell of a lot less about the streets than jes. He’s learning fast by the end of ck, but he’s still very sheltered in a lot of ways. Jesper has a few years under his belt, and he’s.. like tbh he’s a part of a gang so. He’s seen a lot. He’s participated in a lot. He has a pretty steep list of kills, same as every other survivor out there. He’s detached from the deaths but he’s been on the other side of a lot of bullets that have crumpled people up and thrown them in the trash. He knows his business, too. He knows Ketterdam. Well. Wy knows the half of it Kaz wants him to see.

who is more wise?

Wylan is utterly brilliant and Jesper is wholeheartedly here for it. What was that line again? ‘you’re cuter when you’re smart’? Wylan can think his way out of just about anything, the world belongs to him. jsyk

who’s the shyest? 

Wylan absolutely what a sweetie. I mean a lot of it stems from unfortunate self esteem issues and a history of being burnt but a lot of it is pure soul deep candy sweet embarrassment and not knowing what to do w his own cute face. He doesn’t know how to deal w people a lot of the time. he knows sheet music & formulas. he does not know how to look at a boy with beautiful lips all curled up at him and not pass out

who boasts about the other more? 

jesper is loudmouthed usually and he’s that much more loudmouthed when he’s in love, catch him talking to anyone who will listen about wy’s stupid face 

who sits on who’s lap? 

jesper would definitely try it, don’t even test him, he would fold all his crane limbs into wylan’s lap and say ‘hello peaches’ and wylan would have to slide both of them onto the floor to escape his embarrassment. on a good day, jes’ll scoop wylan into his lap and he’ll feel quiet, for a while

Colours of Pride

ao3 // inspired by the Pride Flag colours and their respective meanings (loosely)

RED: Life

Red is the hot pulse of alive. That thing that drives Dean when it’s him and a were, or a vamp, or a demon, and maybe a knife. Red is the weight of his favourite gun in his hands. It’s the whistle of a bullet he doesn’t wait to see hit its mark. He knows it will. He is already gone, the way blood recedes into a rag.

Red is how difficult cleaning up is when there’s a thrum of do, and do, and live, and kill, nagging just under Dean’s red plaid. Just under his red-stained skin. He can scratch with red under his nails but the itch will remain.  

Red is the way he fucks Cas sometimes. Violent and demanding. Red streaks clashing against gold where fingers dig a brief home. Indents of teeth left in plump lips. Red cheeks, tinted shoulders and flushed cocks. Red is the way Cas takes it, like he is the one who is giving, here.

The flames were red, or at least that’s how Dean recalls the memories of his four year old self. Red screams, a red command, something red on Sammy’s mouth, red that rivers not from veiny eyes, but from the crack in his soul. New and hungry. Ready to grow like red.

Red is the beginning, it is the end, and in Dean’s case, it is a lot of the in between.

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The Kitchens

part vi

Remus hardly ate the servant’s dinner, even food felt irrelevant against what he had to look forward to in just a few hours. He tore his bread into smaller and smaller pieces, dipping it into his soup until it was little more than falling apart pulp sinking to the bottom of his bowl, untouched.

James fell into the chair next to him quite suddenly, making Remus jump.

“Sorry, sorry,” James shot him a sheepish smile. He practically inhaled half his soup before speaking again, “Just tired, didn’t mean to startle you.”

Remus shrugged, settling back into his chair and dropping a crust into his soup. The bread was soaking up more of it than he was by half, “’s’okay. Sirius had you up to something, did he? Or your mum?”

James shoved some bread in his mouth, “‘irius.” He swallowed thickly and took another spoonful of soup, calmer this time, “Y’know the ball? First blooms, true love, all that? How your suppose to give a girl flowers?”

Remus’ appetite vanished completely at the mention of Sirius and ‘giving a girl flowers’ in the same conversation, “Oh.” He actually did take some soup, just for something to do, and nodded, “Yeah.”

James let out a breath, shaking his head slightly, “Well, he’s got someone in mind. Jesus, I don’t know how I could’ve missed it. I mean, whoever she is, judging by the fucking effort he- well, I went through, she must be important to him. Whoever she is. He wouldn’t bloody let on.” James added the last part in a bitter mumble.

Remus only nodded some more, heart slowly sinking in his chest, “He- He’s got plans then? For this girl, I mean.”

James laughed, “I’d hope so. I wouldn’t like to have gone around picking a million flowers to bring all the way to the fucking West parlor for nothing, now would I?”

Remus’ heart stuttered, froze, then seemed to leap back into its rightful place to pound against his ribs.


Remus nearly knocked his bowl over, then gripped the edges, trying to steady himself.

Flowers. The West parlor.

That’s for you. It’s for you.

“No.” Remus took a larger spoonful, and some bread, hoping to mask a smile, “No, you wouldn’t.”


Remus felt like he was walking almost carefully over the preciously polished stones of the Black Castle. He looked down, watching his feet, then behind him, as if his shoes were tracking a visible trail of dust for someone to discover. But the halls were deserted. He was accompanied only by the distant sounds of the dance going on. Remus stopped a few window panes away from the parlor door, letting out a breath and gripping the stone sill. He could smell the thick scent of beeswax even from out here, and figured Sirius must have at least a dozen candles burning to make the scent so strong.  The thought made his cheeks heat. Flowers, James had said. And now candles. Remus let out a breath, smiling to himself. He hoped Sirius knew he was a romantic. If not, Remus would be sure to let him know.

He pressed his wrists to the window, trying to cool his body, heated with nerves, and, still, hesitated. Sirius was waiting just inside. He should go in. He wanted to go in. He didn’t want—he didn’t choose—to give his mind so much time to feel guilty, or nervous, or whatever this emotion was. He didn’t want Mrs. Potter’s words ringing around in his head.

The past can be a tempting thing.

Would this be one of those dangerous memories she had warned against? Would he one day be so desperate for this moment that it would ruin him?

Remus thought he knew the answer.

He wasn’t sure he cared.

He knocked on the door softly, not sure why, and Sirius’ voice came from within almost instantly, sounding warm and excited even through the dark wood. When he pushed the door open, he might as well have stepped into a different world. He had been right, and James definitely hadn’t been exaggerating. Dozens of flowers, most of them wild ones that he recognized from around the grounds, littered the room, their petals randomly scattered around the floor. Candles dotted the empty spaces between, turning the closest buds to gold, and bathing the room in a warm light. And Sirius.


With his impeccable, ingrained posture not at all matching the nervous way he was biting his lip, Sirius stood in the middle of it all, clad in a deep plum overcoat, the material looking light and airy for a summer’s night, the leather shoulders making him look even broader. The lace up white linen shirt only just peaked out from beneath the leather ties of the front. He looked just as golden as the light, hair messy and falling into his eyes.


Remus breathed out shakily closing the door without looking away and leaned against it. He definitely knew his answer now. What a memory this would make.

“You look dressed for a ball.”

Sirius grinned, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers, “What ball?”

Remus narrowed his eyes, pressing back a smile, “Your ball. Isn’t there some girl you should be entertaining?”

At this Sirius raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his hands and striding forward until he could press his palms flat against the wood of the door on either side of Remus’ head, “What ball?” He said again, then, pitching his voice lower, “I’m here with you.”

Remus smiled back at this. He wanted to reach out and touch Sirius, only he didn’t look quite real right then, standing there wreathed in flowers, haloed in light.

This boy is unattainable.

Remus swallowed, “That’s a lot of flowers.”

Sirius glanced back, eyes flickering around the room for a moment before they fell back down to Remus’, “Well. You’re an important person.”

“Am I?”

Remus felt the way Sirius’ chest rose and fell with his breath, “Hm,” he agreed, “You are.”

This is all for you.

“James, he-“

“Doesn’t know.” Sirius said quickly, then tilted his head, “How did you…”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “You forget we practically live together.”

Sirius drew a breath, nodding in understanding, but his head was still tilted, he still looked uncomfortable.

Remus reached out slowly, eyes flickering downward to follow his hand for only a second as his fingers brushed along the hem of Sirius’ shirt, holding it softly between his thumb and forefinger, “What is it?”

Sirius’ eyes, which had strayed and unfocused, flicked back to Remus’, “What?”

“You have that face on. The one when something’s bothering you.”

Sirius’ eyes softened considerably, mouth opening slightly, “I… I have a face?”

Remus nodded a little, small smile creeping over his lips, “Yes. Your eyes go all dreamy and that little crease appears just..” Remus reached upwards with his thumb, attempting to smooth away the line between Sirius’ eyebrows, “there.”

Sirius’ brows only furrowed deeper and he leaned in a little more, “You’re very observant.”

“I hope that’s a complement.” Remus laughed.

Sirius shook his head, smiling a little as well, “No, it is, it’s just… No one’s ever… noticed…” He trailed off again and again, and then shook his head some more, “It’s nothing, really, I’m just… I don’t usually lie to James.”

Remus was a little stuck on the previous part of the statement, the part that tore at his heart a bit, but he nodded. He supposed he was still coming to terms with just how close Sirius and James actually were. Before learning of them, he’d always known servant-to-household relationships to be civil at best, but in most cases not all together pleasant.

Then again, it might be hypocritical to speak like that now, given the current position he was in. He felt the heat of Sirius’ body around him and smiled. Literally the position he was in.

“What?” Sirius laughed.

“Nothing. Maybe you won’t have to lie to him forever.”

Sirius nodded.

Remus nodded.

They both didn’t believe it.

Sirius snapped out of it first, “Never mind that now. This isn’t about James, or me. This,” Sirius took a step back, hands sliding down to catch Remus’ in the same motion and pulling him with him, “is all for you.”

Remus’ heart caught. He had already known, but to hear Sirius say it…

Then suddenly he was against Sirius’ chest again, foreheads nearly together, strong arms wrapped securely around his waist, “You like it, don’t you?”

Remus smiled, relishing in the way Sirius’ nose bumped against his own, and nodded. God, now that he was here, encircled in these arms again, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop touching Sirius.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, is all.” Sirius rambled, “You don’t seem like a rose person. Really, any flower my mum had just didn’t… it wasn’t right. These are from the castle grounds, James he—well, I made him get them. I’d do it myself but, you know, prying eyes and all. Didn’t want the entire castle knowing I was thinking of someone for first bloom. I don’t even want to know all the questions that would come along with that-“

“Sirius.” Remus said softly.

“I know I’m talking, I just want to make sure you like it-“

Sirius.” Remus pressed his hand to Sirius’ cheek, carefully avoiding the still fresh cut there, trying to sooth the worry from his eyes. He pressed up, embarrassingly, on his toes to press a soft kiss to his mouth, “It’s wonderful, I like it… I like you.”

Sirius stood there for a moment, lips parted as if hoping for another kiss, and then smiled, “Yeah?”

And Remus let himself go a little, that soft smile he was receiving softening his resolve, and wound his arms around Sirius’ neck, “Yeah.”

Sirius wet his lips, tongue only just peaking out, and then his palms were spanning Remus’ back, flattening out and pressing him forward almost urgently. Remus felt heat prickle beneath his skin, “God…”

“I don’t…” Sirius let out a frustrated sound, “I don’t have all night. I have to make some appearance, I-“ Remus felt Sirius’ chest rising slightly faster against his own, “God, this is torture.”

Remus inhaled sharply, caught between Sirius’ words and the feeling of his mouth that was now mouthing lightly against his jaw just beneath his ear, “We- We have some time, don’t we? No one’s- fuck-” Remus was practically arched against Sirius’ chest now he was being held so tightly. He never wanted Sirius to pull away, “no one’s going to walk in here, are they?”

Sirius’ breath was hot on Remus’ lips when he pulled back, just enough to press their foreheads together once again. The air in the room seemed suspended for a brief moment, and all that was left was them.

“Not a soul.” Sirius breathed, and then he was locking their mouths together, knocking the air from Remus’ lungs.

How odd it was, standing in that room and thinking that, what was it, just a week ago? Two? A blimp of time in a life, a small collection of hours and minutes and seconds ago, Remus had not even known Sirius. He had stood up from the fireplace in this room and turned around to see a sleep deprived prince standing there, rude and entitled. Mere days passed, filled with not all together perfect exchanges, but also filled with giving and receiving secrets that had never been told. And now he was kissing that prince. Now he was kissing him and he never wanted to kiss or be kissed by anyone else. It was the stuff of stories. Such a short amount of time to acquire so many feelings. Trust, being one. Respect. Lust.

How much time did they have? How much more of himself would Remus be able to give to Sirius? How much would Sirius be able to give in return?

Now, with hands holding cheeks, gripping hair, being backed up until Remus’ knees hit the couch and they fell, messily together, Remus could feel the unspoken flow of all these things between them, waiting, and there.

They were like an undercurrent of energy, powerful but not tangible. Remus suddenly needed to feel so much closer, to be more connected, as if holding on to something, anything, would make this last. His hands flew to Sirius clothing, the material rich, the leather ties sturdy but giving away easily to his fingertips. He pulled and unknotted, never breaking their kiss, until the garment fell open and he could reach down, tucking under the soft linen of Sirius’ shirt and pressing his hands to the heated skin beneath, feeling each muscle and rib. Sirius was gasping into his mouth, and fell from the support of his hands to his forearms, bringing them closer.

“Remus…” The word sounded broken, blurred by the lack of space Sirius was willing to put between them to say it properly, and pleading. It made Remus feel like he couldn’t breathe.

It was all so new. It was what he’d stopped himself from for so long, told himself again and again, not allowed not allowed not allowed. And suddenly it was. Suddenly he had a boy’s body against his own, kissing him back with just as much need as he had, saying his name at the feeling of his touch.

Sirius suddenly drew himself up a little, shifting until his thigh was settled comfortably between Remus’. And then he was pressing down with a firm, relentless pressure that had stars sparking at the edges of Remus’ vision. He broke the kiss for only the pure need of air, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back as Sirius rocked against him gently, the rough fabric of their pants the only thing barring the heated friction. With his neck newly exposed, Sirius attacked, sucking at the thin skin, pressing kiss after kiss. Remus felt his hand clutch his hip, thumb rubbing softly underneath his shirt.

“Christ… Jesus fucking…” Sirius panted against his throat, hips bucking forward, and his hand suddenly at the small of Remus’ back, pressing him upwards as Remus clutched him tighter, one leg hooking around Sirius’ of its own accord.

“Sirius-“ He was gasping, nearly rendered speechless at the sheer speed at which blood was flowing straight to his groin. He felt him press a few kisses to his collar bone, relishing in the way Sirius was nudging the fabric of his shirt away. He felt the lace up at the front loosen considerably and fall away, and swore he felt the scrape of teeth.

“Fuck-“ Remus groaned, “Fuck, did you just…”

“Hands are a little busy,” Sirius let out a breathless laugh, then promptly nuzzled Remus’ chest, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses there, “God. God, you’re gorgeous…”

“Sirius…” Remus practically moaned it, hands moving to press at Sirius’ lower back, bringing their hips tighter together. Then he really did moan, bucking his hips up to match Sirius’ thrusts downward, “Oh god, I need…”

“Tell me.” Sirius said lowly, “Tell me, Remus. Anything. You can have anything-“

A knock on the door sounded loudly in the room.

Remus had never stilled faster in his light, blood running cold, heart picking up for an entirely different reason. Sirius, on the other hand groaned in desperation, letting almost his entire weight pleasantly fall on Remus and buried his face in the crook of Remus’ neck, mumbling what sounded like no a few times.

“Sirius.” Remus’ swallowed down the panic in his voice, “Who… Who is-“

“It’s James.” Sirius said, voice muffled by Remus’ skin, the warmth of it making Remus shiver, “It’s just James, he won’t come in. I told him to knock when my mum finally noticed… God, fuck. I fucking hate…” He didn’t finish, just let out a long breath and pressed another long kiss to Remus’ heated skin, “I’m sorry.”

Another, slightly louder, knock sounded.

“Yes, I’m coming!” Sirius growled.

Sirius lifted his head to look at Remus, and Remus nearly forgot anyone was at the door at all, much less cared. Because Sirius’ cheeks were flushed a deep pink, looking lovely and dark against his tanned skin. His lips were swollen from kissing, hair messy from Remus’ fingers. With his blown pupils and clothes hanging half off of him, Remus felt his pants tighten further if it was possible, cock giving a slightly desperate twitch. He felt Sirius’ hips respond with a soft press.

Remus groaned softly, withdrawing his hands from Sirius’ shirt and pressing them to his cheeks instead, bringing their mouths together again, kissing him hard and taking his time about it.

“Stay.” He said in between, “God, stay.”

Sirius’ brow creased and he kissed Remus harder, as if trying to imprint the feeling onto his skin.

They both knew he couldn’t. After a few more seconds, Remus released him and helped him tie up his shirt properly while Sirius stood there looking miserable, and pressing kisses to various parts of Remus’ forehead and temples.

When they were both properly dressed and after many painful trouser adjustments, Sirius pulled Remus back to him, “You won’t leave my mind for a moment tonight.” He said softly, fingers splayed on Remus’ cheek, reaching into the feathery hair by his ear. His smile grew slightly more mischievous, but his eyes were honest, “You… You do know what giving someone flowers means tonight, don’t you?”

Remus just kissed him, too overwhelmed for words.

I know.

Sirius backed him up, kissing him in short, desperate bursts until they were in front of the door. He pulled back, positioning Remus where he was safely hidden behind it, and with a last touch, a last look, he opened it and was gone. Remus heard a short snippet of James apologizing and Sirius sighing, and then the door closed.

Remus blew out the candles slowly, one by one, then opened the window to let the smoke waft out and the warm night breeze in. It was only under the safe cover of darkness and the moon that he put a chair in front of the door, laid back on the couch, and pressed a hand around himself, already living desperately for the memory that was not even ten minutes over.


So I’ve got a bunch of predictions/theories on what’s gonna go down in the upcoming Nightmare Hospital, but of all the things that could happen, what I want the most is something like this

Boris in: Dancing with the Devil Pg2

        Boris woke up and stretched as he yawned. He itched his head. He got out of bed and put on his pants. He went outside and let out the sheep from the barn. He counted them up and frozed.

Boris:“There’s….wait, no, that’s not right.” He recounted them again.“There’s suppose to be thirty. There’s ten missing.” He quickly searched the barn for them making sure they weren’t asleep somewhere.“Oh no…” He looked for any tracks for any fox’s that might have snuck in last night. His ears flattened when saw only shoe tracks. He clenched his fists and growled.“Oooh! That just burns me!” He said a bit angrily. He sighed. He watched the sheep eat and wander for a little while before locking them back up in the barn and getting in his
truck. He drove down the dirt path. When he drove into town his eyes widened.“What the…?!” There were people trying to scrub out the ink off the walls and windows.“What the heck happened?” He stopped by Ched’s store and went in.“Mr. Ched?” He called. Ched was on the phone.

Ched:“I don’t care whether you believe me or not! I’m telling ya, a little demon came in last night and stole my candy bars! Hello?! Hello?!” He snarled and slammed down the phone. He looked up at Boris.

Boris:“Someone stole your candy bars?” He slammed his fists down on the counter.

Ched:“Yes! It was a demon I tell ya! Short, had horns, a tail, and he was wearing a bow tie and gloves!” Boris itched his head looking a little confused.

Boris:“That’s odd.” He said.

Ched:“Not only that, he attacked me with ink! Made me hit my off the shelves.”

Boris:“You sure it wasn’t some kid in a costume Mr. Ched?”

Ched:“Ohh, far from it! I hear he attacked Mrs. Mo last night too!” The wolf’s eyes widened in shock.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo? Why would anyone attack someone like her? She’s the sweetest lady in town!” Ched shook his head.

Ched:“Who knows and who cares? Someone’s gotta pay for stealing my stuff! AND ruining my favorite shirt!” Boris left the store and drove to Mrs. Mo’s store.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo?” He called. She came out from the other room and looked relieved when she saw Boris.

Mo:“Oh hello Boris. I was just cleaning up after….what happened last night.”

Boris:“I heard you were attacked but you look fine to me.”

Mo:“Oh, that little devil didn’t lay a hand on me, but I did manage to knock his head off his shoulders with my broom…literally.” She mumbled.“He ate one of my cakes and ruined one of the others. Not only that, he drew on my face!” Boris put his hands on his hips.

Boris:“Now don’t you worry Mrs. Mo, I’m gunna get to the bottom of this. I’ll find out who’s been causing trouble around town and stop them!”

Mo:“Oh dearie, you don’t have to do this.”

Boris:“Nope! I’ve already decided! Besides, someone stole my sheep!”

Mo:“Oh no! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”


Boris’s ears went up as he spun around. He left the store and saw his sheep running through town. One demon was riding on one of the sheep’s.

Bendy:“WOOOO! I'am King of the Sheep!” He laughed.

Mo:“That’s him!” She pointed out.“That’s the devil who stole my cakes!” Boris jumped on one of the sheep and chased after him.

Boris:“Hey! Get back here!” He yelled. Bendy looked back and grinned mischievously.

Bendy:“Ohh, look! Someone wants to play!” He giggled. Boris hopped onto the next sheep, then the next, then the next, to get closer to Bendy. Bendy saw him and gasped. He stood up and jumped through an open window of a building. Boris did the same thing and fell in a puddle of ink.

Boris:“Ew!” He said and shook it off.  He looked around and saw Bendy in the elevator across the hall waving at him. He ran towards him.

Bendy:“GOOOING UP!” He pressed a button and the doors closed. Boris slammed into them flat. He fell backwards and landed on his back. He sat up and shook his head. He saw what floor he was heading to and ran up the stairs. When he reached the floor he saw Bendy waving at him once again. He growled and ran towards him again.“GOOOING DOWN!” The doors closed and he stopped himself from running into them. He ran back down the stairs and looked a little tired. He saw Bendy leaning against the door ways and winked at him as he waved. Boris bared his teeth at him. He took in  a deep breath and sighed. He walked towards him instead of running.

Boris:“Okay look, let’s talk about-” He was interrupted by ink to the face and he slid across the floor on his back. Bendy laughed as he pointed at him.

Bendy:“Careful! Wouldn’t wanna slip into an accident now do we? AHAHAHA!” He ran into one of the rooms. Boris chased after him.

Boris:“Where you at devil?” He called as he looked around the room. He looked under the bed. He wasn’t there. He heard the shower running and a familiar voice singing. He went in the bathroom. He moved the curtains and the demon screamed. Boris jumped back startled and quickly closed the curtain.“Woops! Sorry!” He left the bathroom quickly. He was about to leave but then frozed.“Hey wait a minute!” He went back in the bathroom and moved the curtains again.“Got ya!” He said but there was only ink  going down the drain.“Huh?” He itched his head. Just then he heard something squeak behind him and he turned only to find the demon lifting his foot off the rubber duck. He smiled nervously at Boris and chuckled.

Bendy:“Uh, hi?” Boris went to grab him but he spat ink on him again. He ran out of the bathroom and Boris chased after him once more. They ran up the stairs and went to the top of the building. Bendy ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at Boris and held out one hand.“Hold it!” Boris stopped and his eyes widened-fearing what he was going to say.“Take one more step and I’ll jump! I’ll do it!” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“No wait! Don’t do it!” He begged.

Bendy:“I will! Watch me!” He stepped off the building and screamed as he fell. Boris yiped and jumped over after him. Only to find that he was hanging off the side by his tail. Boris screamed as he fell towards the ground. He shut his eyes tight and waited to hit the ground. However, something grabbed his legs and lowered him down safely. He looked up and saw Bendy standing over him grinning.“Aww, did you fall over for little old me?” He kissed his nose.“Mmmmmmmua! AAHhahahahaha!” He giggled before taking off again. Boris rubbed his nose and shook his head. He looked up at the building he fell from. He looked back at where Bendy used to be.

Boris:“He didn’t let me hit the ground?” He stood up. He shook his head and chased after him.

He found Bendy eating someone’s lunch at an unfinished building.

Boris:“Aha! I finally found you!” Bendy’s eyes widened and he took off running again inside the building.“Wait!”

Bendy:“Ah geez! You don’t know when to quit do ya?” He asked.“That’s okay though! I love playing a good old game of  hide and seek!” He jumped in a drawer.

Boris:“Hey!” He looked inside but there was only ink. He looked around.

“Yoohoo~I’m up here.~”

Boris looked up and saw the demon grinning at him from the top of the stairs. He quickly ran up only to fall through the steps. He held on and pulled himself up. He ran down the hall and looked in the first room on the left. He came back out seeing that he wasn’t in there and saw Bendy walked out of one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway and entered another. Boris chased after him. He opened the door but it was a small closet. He itched his head looking confused.

Boris:“How does he do that?” He asked but mostly to himself.

“Oh buddy.~”

Boris looked only to see the demon shaking his butt at him.

Bendy:“Can’t catch me!” Boris growled and ran after him.“AAH!” He ran once more and looked back at Boris. He grinned.“Ha! You can’t REALLY catch me! No one can-” He tripped over a bucket of paint and slipped across the hallway and fell down a hole in the floor. Boris gasped. “Well, this is a sticky situation.” Boris ran to the hole and looked down.

Boris:“W-where’d ya go?” He looked and saw the demon holding onto a pipe. It looked like a long way down. Boris reached towards him.“Here, grab my hand!” Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“Why are you helping me? I thought you were mad!” He said.

Boris:“Yeah but I don’t to hurt you!”

Bendy:“Ha! Very funny. As if no one wants to hurt a demon like me.” He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers. There was a flame on his thumb and he lit the cigar.

Boris:“Don’t smoke that!”

Bendy:“Why not? It’s gunna be my last so, cheers, I guess.”

Boris:“It’s not going to be your last if you just take my hand!” Bendy stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing.

Bendy:“Well, alright then.” He reached for his hand but was too short.“I..can’t reach!” He slipped.“AH!” He grabbed the pipe and climbed back up. Boris stretched out a little farther.

Boris:“Try now!” Bendy stretched out his arm again. He stretched out his body farther and could almost grab his hand. He suddenly slipped but Boris managed to grab his hand on time and quickly pulled him up out of the hole and held him close tightly.“Phew, that was a close one.” He said.

Bendy:“Sure was-” The ceiling fell in front of them and Boris spun around and ran screaming. He ran through the halls with Bendy in his arms as the building began to fall apart behind them. He ran down the stairs and jumped through the door way. Smoke filled the air around them. Boris coughed and stood up.

Boris:“Are you okay-” He gasped when he saw that the demon was gone.“Hey! Where did you go? Hello?!” He looked back at the building.“Little demon?” He called and quickly searched through the rubble trying to find the creature. So far there was no sign of him anywhere. Boris’s ears lowered and he sighed sadly.“I didn’t even get your name.”

Boris returned to the farm and let out the sheep. He counted them. Thirty. The sheep must’ve found their way back home he thought. He walked up the hill and sat by the tree to watch the sheep wander around and eat grass. He sighed and took out his clarinet. He began to play a soothing tune.

“Heyyy, not bad!” Said a familiar voice. Boris jumped up and looked around.“Up here.” He looked up and saw the demon sitting on a branch and smiling at him. He jumped down and landed in his arms. He kissed his nose.“Did ya miss me?” Boris grinned.

Boris:“You’re alive!” He swung him around.“I thought you were dead! But you’re alive!”

Bendy:“Whoa! Easy there!” He put him down on his feet and he fixed his bow tie.“So, ya still mad at me for stealin’ your sheep and all?” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! They’re all back.”  Bendy smiled.

Bendy:“Really? Huh, I wonder how that happened.” He said with a wink. Boris smiled and shook his hand.

Boris:“I’m Boris. Boris the Wolf. I never got to tell ya my name before.”

Bendy:“Well Boris, I’m Bendy. Bendy the Demon.” He put his hands on his hips.“So, I’ve been dying to ask you something all day. Why’d ya help me? Everyone in town is afraid of me. You know I’m a demon don’t ya?” He nodded.

Boris:“Yeah, but you don’t seem all that bad. You didn’t…well you know, eat anyone or anything like that.” Bendy gave him an evil smile.

Bendy:“What makes you think I wouldn’t eat you?” He grinned. Boris shrugged.

Boris:“I don’t know.” He said simply. Bendy frowned. He looked at his clarinet and smiled a little.

Bendy:“Say, Boris, would you mind playing that again?” He held up his clarinet.

Boris:“This? Well, I suppose, but only if you promise to leave the town alone. No more stealing, no more covering people or the town with ink and also, no stealing sheep.” Bendy stomped his foot once.

Bendy:“What? Oh come on! It’s fun!” Boris crossed his arms.“Ugh, fine.” Boris smiled and held up his clarinet. He began to play a tune. Bendy tapped one foot and soon began to dance. Boris joined in shortly. The two danced until the sun went down and the moon came up. Boris stopped playing and yawned.

Boris:“It’s pretty late. I should bring the sheep inside the barn. Do you need a ride home?” He asked as they walked towards the barn.

Bendy:“Oh….yeah, uh, I don’t have a home.”

Boris:“You don’t?” He opened the barn door and the sheep wandered in.

Bendy:“Nope, just been running all over the place. Don’t really need sleep.” He shrugged.

Boris:“Hm…”  The last sheep went inside and he closed the door and locked it. The two walked towards Boris’s house.“Well, if you want, you can stay with me for a little while.” Bendy looked at him with wide eyes.

Bendy:“Really? you really mean that?” He asked with almost a hopeful smile. He nodded. Bendy frowned and gave him a look of doubt.“And no foolin’?”

Boris:“Of course not. You can stay as long as you need to.” He said with a smile. Bendy smiled a little.

Bendy:“Alright then, thanks!” He giggled. They went inside and Boris cooked up dinner for two. They watched T.V. and went to bed. Boris showed Bendy the guest room. The bed was made and looked comfortable.“Wow….my own room!” He sat on the bed.“Hm…not a waterbed but it’s still nice!” He grinned at Boris.“You know, for a wolf you sure are pretty friendly.” Boris smiled.

Boris:“Heh, awww, thanks. For a demon you sure are friendly too.” Bendy rolled his eyes.

Bendy:“Yeah….but I don’t see why I need a bed, I don’t sleep.”

Boris:“That’s ok, you can still use if you want.” He yawned and itched his back.“Well, good night Bendy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door.
Boris went to get a cup of water from the kitchen. He did he wondered if Bendy needed a cup of water. He walked back into the room.“Oh Bendy, did you…” He trailed off when he saw that Bendy had fallen asleep under the blankets in bed. He blinked twice. He slowly smiled ad chuckled.“G'night little buddy.” He whispered and closed the door quietly before heading off to bed.