Yesterday I Bought A Pack Of Markers.

pictures of buildings in the dark with one window glowing unnaturally bright. yeah <3

aeon doesn't know what a nightmare/night terror is until he witnesses someone in his pack waking up screaming crying from one, and it freaked him out so badly that every night that they're all sleeping together he'll just be sitting in their heads, watching out for the bad dreams so he can push them away, the quintessence travelling in a steady flow through everyones minds - but everyone can smell him doing it and tell him he doesn't have to because it wears him out so much but he's too upset by the idea of bad memories coming for people in their sleep that he refuses to stop so when they have sleepovers the den will stink of aeons magic until someone else uses their element

I love the ghouls interacting with the nuns around the ministry.

- Ifrit keeping watch over the sisters working in the cathedral yard. It's a snowy day and he looks almost like a statue in the overcast.

- Swiss trying to wake up the nuns in the morning with a hand over his eyes to respect the ones who don't want to be seen without their headdresses. He trips and bumps into things and it makes them laugh.

- Sodo, being the lightest, climbs into the rafters every morning to light the candles. Skitters around making sure every chandelier is lit. When he hangs, upside down, to tell the head nun that he's done, she smiles and kisses his forehead.

- Cumulus lifts any of the ladies up on her shoulders when they can't reach something because she is strong and lovely.

- Rain leads evening prayers before bed and offers quiet comfort to any distraught sisters, giving them a steady shoulder to lean on.

- Phantom walks the cathedral perimeter or around the roof at night to keep an eye on things. He needs the least sleep and the quiet is nice to him.

- Just ghouls loving their convent so much and treating the sisters so sweetly.

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018

Babe I saw this post and I am requesting you please write the wolfstar idea you responded with because it's been stuck in my head since I saw this post

https://www.tumblr.com/lexxxrated/773973187421716480/sudden-thought-remuss-breeding-kink-goes-into?source=share

hahaha okay, since you asked so nicely.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who have been trying for a baby [1.2k words]

CW: there's no actual smut in this fic but it is outwardly and explicitly discussed, mature themes, discussion about a stretch of time spent 'trying' & about it 'working', after care, mature themes - viewer discretion is advised

Sirius smiled around the spoon of ice cream he had just put in his mouth when he heard someone coming down the stairs; the sound of the gait told him it was undeniably Remus. 

“Godric’s fucking balls, Pads.” Remus hissed as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, clutching at his bare chest as he fought to catch his breath, though Sirius knew it wasn’t just his recent fright that had him desperate for air. 

Remus looked thoroughly debauched; his hair was in a right state, his chest (and shoulders and arms and probably his back, if he’d give Sirius a spin) were littered in red welts, scratches, various love bites, and-

“Merlin’s tits, is that a bite mark?!” He asked, using his now empty spoon to point at the juncture of Remus’ neck and shoulder. 

“What are you doing home so early?” Remus asked instead of responding, moving to the fridge to pour two glasses of cold water. 

”It’s nearly seven, Moons.” Sirius chuckled, smirking to himself when Remus’ movements froze, only just now seeming to realise how dark it had gotten outside. 

“I-”

“-have been fucking for hours, yeah.” Sirius finished his sentence for him, haughtily putting another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and relishing in the hungry way Remus’ eyes tracked the movement. 

“How long have you been down here?” Remus finally asked, and Sirius pointed to the two plates of dinner under a stasis charm and his own, clean plate sitting in the drying rack after having been washed. “You didn’t want to join?”

Sirius’ responding smirk was nearly wicked. “Sounded like you had everything under control, Moons.” He started, watching Remus flush red from the tips of his ears down to his chest. “Multiple times, if I wasn’t mistaken. Besides, I have to admit I’m still quite sore from last night; I don’t know how Dolly’s putting up with you.”

“Merlin…” Remus groaned as he rubbed his hands down his face, only serving to make him look even more debauched; Sirius’ dick twitched in response. ”I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Luckily for the three of you, Sirius did. 

“Where’s our girlfriend?” Sirius asked as he put the lid back on the ice cream and moved to return it to the freezer. 

“Erm, I…ran her a bath, I came to grab her a glass of water.”

“Right, well, why don’t you sit and eat, and I’ll take over?” Sirius offered as he plucked the pitcher of water from Remus’ hand and procured you a glass. 

But Sirius should have known better than to expect Remus not to follow him up the stairs; as much as Moony loved to ravish you, he loved taking care of you even more. Aftercare was no exception. 

The bathroom was foggy with the amount of humidity your too-hot bath was creating, and Sirius knew then that Remus must be feeling particularly repentant for his obsession with you this week if he was willing to allow your blood pressure to skyrocket over it. 

“Hot enough for you, doll?” He asked as he walked in; Remus leaning against the door frame out of your field of view as he watched Sirius kneel beside the tub and rub a gentle knuckle over the high of your damp cheek.

“Hi Siri.” You greeted almost dopily, looking as though you’d been moments away from falling asleep. 

“How’re you doing?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips before sitting back on his heels to await your answer. 

“He’s insatiable,” you pouted theatrically, “I think I melted.”

“Mhm?” He offered noncommittally, running a thumb over your eyebrow as you blinked slowly. “And you turned poor Moony into a scratch post. Don’t think I didn’t do a thorough inspection, doll; I saw that bite mark.” 

You scrunched your eyes closed in embarrassment and sunk lower into the water, prompting Sirius to continue.

“I’d say you gave as good as you got.” 

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” You grumbled halfheartedly, and Sirius’ bark of laughter covered Remus’ snort from the doorway. 

“There are no sides, gorgeous. We’re all winning here.” He reminded you with a boop to your nose. “Besides, this is your fault.”

Your eyes opened at that, though only enough to narrow them at Sirius. “My fault?”

“Sure is.” He confirmed as he cupped some water in his hand and trickled it over your shoulder. “Wanna tell me what time of the month it is?” 

He watched your eyebrows furrow. “I’m…not on my period?” 

“Getting warmer.” He agreed, fighting to keep his face neutral when he noticed Remus’ head tilt in his periphery. 

“I’m…well, I-” water sloshed as you quickly sat up straight. “I’m not ovulating, am I!?”

Sirius laughed over at the door where Remus slapped his hand over his mouth in astonishment.

“He can’t smell that, can he?!” You continued. 

“Easy doll, easy.” Sirius laughed as he encouraged you to lean back down. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think he even realised he could.” 

“I’m so sorry, dove.” Remus insisted as he moved into the room to join you both. “Merlin, that’s sodding embarrassing.” 

“How’s it embarrassing?!” Sirius interjected. “We’ve been trying for months!”

“Well, yeah but the poor girl can hardly walk because I’m a fucking-”

“Oi, hey, stop.” Sirius stopped his line of thinking. “Relax Moons, alright? I think this might be the first time in a while that there hasn’t been any pressure to perform, yeah?” 

You and Remus shared a shy look before you both nodded reluctantly. 

“We’ve been working very hard, but this week hasn’t felt like work. I’m sure it’s going to pay off.”

The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before you splashed a bit of water at Sirius. 

“When did you become the voice of reason?”

“Voice of reason?” Remus scoffed incredulously. “You knew this whole time and weren’t going to say anything?”

“Why would I say anything? I was thoroughly enjoying myself.” Sirius offered easily, shooting the lycanthrope a wink. 

“Oh well,” Remus started sarcastically, “as long as you were enjoying yourself.”

“And you weren’t?” Sirius countered, and he watched Remus bite his cheek instead of gracing him with a response. Check mate. 

“Do you think it worked?” You murmured quietly, eyes far away as you fiddled with your bottom lip. Sirius and Remus exchanged a look before Remus joined him at the edge of the tub. 

“Maybe.” Remus offered honestly. “But it’ll be alright if not, yeah?”

“Still worth it, yeah? I’d hardly consider it a sacrifice.” Sirius teased, gently rubbing his thumb along your lip to encourage you to leave it alone. He was rewarded with a sweet smile. 

“We’ve been in our heads a bit lately.” Remus allowed. “Felt good to just…”

“Very eloquent.” You deadpanned when words seemed to fail him, causing Remus to gently flick your knee. 

“Oi! That’s quite enough, Moons.” Sirius chided as he bodily shielded you from him. “I think you’ve put our girl through quite enough.”

“Put her through?” Remus repeated. “I thought you just said it was fun?”

“Out with you.” He dismissed instead of agreeing with him. “Go eat your dinner; leave our girl in my capable hands.”

And what was left of Remus’ playful chagrin simply melted away at that, sharing a knowing look with you before he stood to press a kiss to each of his partners’ hair and exited the bathroom; leaving you in Sirius’ capable hands.

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babygirl i sit hunched in ways you’d never fuckin believe

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the window's looking real nice

poly!rosekiller x fem!reader who they figure out they're obsessed with [659 words]

written in collaboration with @unstablereader CW: platonic!girlfriend reader again [similar concept to this fic, it’s the exact same trope friends just reimagined lol], one mature innuendo but SFW, possessive Evan, chaos and violence loving Barty

“Well,” Evan’s voice echoed, interrupting the conversation you’d been in the middle of with Fabian Prewett, “doesn’t this look cosy.” 

Your attention moved to the open doorway as Evan sauntered in, offering him a half smile as he kept a rather predatory gaze locked on Fabian. 

“Oh, hey Ev.” You greeted quickly, twisting your body where you’d been sitting criss-cross on one of the desks in order to face him. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was just about to ask the same thing.” Evan replied as he made it to you, one hand worming its way to your waist as the other settled on your knee. His glare never faltered as he deigned to reply. “I just endured a temper tantrum from Junior; said something about someone ‘stealing his treasure’. Is that what’s happening here, Prewett?”

“We were working on our Herbology essay.” Fabian explained simply, meeting Evan’s obvious hostility with a smirk. 

“Were you now?” He continued, the ghost of a smile on his lips that never met his eyes. “Looked like a pretty intimate study session.” 

“Yeah?” Fabian goaded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous, Rosier.”

“Well you clearly don’t know a fucking thing, then, because I am jealous.” Evan replied evenly; his words and his rather blase deliverance of them shocking both you and Fabian. 

“What?” You barely managed to get out, causing Evan’s intense gaze to soften as it moved from Fabian to you. 

“I’m jealous, darling girl.” He stated plainly; gaze unwavering. “I already have to share you with Junior, and I only do that because I rather like sod. I don’t like Prewett; I don’t like the way he talks to you, I don’t like the way he behaves around you, and I definitely don’t like the way he looks at you. I want to be the only one who does any of that.”

Fabian let out a disbelieving scoff. “Have you lost the plot, mate? We’re in the middle-”

“Prewett, I’m going to warn you, I am this close to throwing you out of the fucking window.” Evan threatened darkly, though his grip never strengthened on your waist or knee. “And whilst Junior might like that, she’d be upset, so I’m not going to.”

Fabian seemed to deflate a little, but Evan carried on. 

“But the next time I find you hitting on my girl, I might consider it worth making her frown over.” He paused, smiling. 

“And I’ll make sure we’re on a much higher floor.” Barty added, seemingly materialising out of thin air to add to Evan’s point. 

“Barty! I- Evan.” You stuttered, reprimanding them both as you tried to shake yourself from this stupor they just put you in.

“Don’t worry, poppet. I’ve been told I’m real good with my mouth; I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” He promised with a wink. 

“I’m out of here.” Fabian finally spat as he grabbed his belongings. 

“Brilliant idea.” Barty cheered, smiling tauntingly at the sod as he threw his bag over his shoulder, offered you an apologetic look, and stormed out of the room. “Have a bad day!”

“I-” you started breathlessly “what the hells was all of that about?”

Whilst Barty had no qualms beaming at you, Evan had the grace to look at least somewhat chagrined as he returned his gaze to you. 

“Regulus may have pointed out that the feelings Barty and I have for you are less than platonic,” He explained, ignoring Barty’s petulant ‘that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you!’ as he packed your school supplies into your bag and helped you off of the desk, “so I figured I ought to come and tell you.”

“Well...okay, but where’re we going?” You asked, taking Barty’s hand and following him obediently. 

“To the Great Hall.” Evan explained, your bag over his shoulder and his hand on your lower back as he held the door open for you. “Gotta make sure everyone else knows, too.”

Aether deserves to crumble, to fall apart under the pressure, and to be pulled into Dew's warm embrace and allowed to experience every ugly emotion he's dutifully swallowed down for years.