Need A Runaway Hiccup Au, Where He Runs Away After The Events Of The First Movie, Riders And Defenders

"The Winner Takes It All" by ABBA is so post first wizarding war wolfstar coded.

remus and sirius are concert buddies, peter and remus are science museum buddies, sirius and james are drinking buddies, james and peter are movie watching buddies, peter and sirius are chess buddies, remus and james are mischief planning buddies

don't misunderstand my "Remus is a whore" as a "Remus has can flirt" EVERYTHING is an accident, he's just THE pathetic dork and people around him are into it, he has never gotten a clue and that just makes him irresistible

I always picture you like a bunch of women (73) in a trench coat

Damn I wish

Sadly, I am one, very single, woman with no trech coat, though I would love a trench coat at some point. 😥 😔 😟 🙁 😞

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Rosekiller bite mark tattoos🧎

Evan also gives barty piggy back rides in public places and it's scary bc they're both so fucking tall

My rabbit hole has rabbit holed, so I don't know if this is a headcanon or fact, but is Luna related to Ollivander?

If so, I present to you wandmaker Luna Lovegood. Who continues the Ollivander wandmaker tradition. Not even because of Garrick, but because she finds it so interesting how the wands speak. And all the fine details that go into making a wand.

Ok, but imagine the dead poets at Hogwarts, and even tho they are all in different houses, they still have their study sessions in Meeks' room because out of the 7 of them they are all doing one or more subjects the same as someone else.

Meeks aced runes and let's Charlie cheat off of him because he thought it would be an easy A, but turns out he had to actually put effort that he didn't want to use into it.

Cameron is always helping an incredibly confused Neil, Knox, and Charlie with divination.

Pitts and Meeks are always fiddling with muggle tech that only Neil and Todd know what the other two are working on, and no, they aren't going to blow anything up. At least they don't think so.

Todd always has to give Neil his notes from care of magical creatures because Neil is always figuring out a way to try and hug the creatures, that or figuring out how to give Todd a hug. It's not his fault they all look cuddly.

Charlie isn't half bad at potions, but only because he sneeks in to watch the teacher make the potion. Otherwise, he would be rubbish, Knox is incredibly grateful for having Charlie as his partner.

Pitts and Perry try their best in herbology, but again, Neil wants to hug everything, and Pitts is very worried watching him get emotionally attached to a plant, so they usually have to ask Stick for the course work after class. Pitts is pretty sure Neil has managed to smuggle in and domesticate a baby womping willow, who he's pretty sure Neil named Puck.

Charlie always says that Knox was a cheater when it came to how good he was at charms, Knox always replied with something cheesy about his looks or something even more cheesy about his name. Cameron was quick to wack him over the head.

It was always a competition between Cameron and Neil for who was better at transfiguration, Neil accidentally transfigured him into a textbook once and spent three days figuring out how to turn him back. He was too embarrassed to get a teachers help.

Probably the most surprising was how incredible Todd is at defence against the dark arts.

He was also the only one who could stay awake and pay attention during history of magic. So it was the only time Meeks and Cameron would allow themselves to sleep during class, knowing Todd had their back.

And the guys who aren't in Meeks' house always get caught by prefects on their way back to their dorm, so much so that a prefect has started knocking on the door when there's 10 minutes till curfew.

Pitts is also really good at getting lost, but he is also really good at getting to his classes on time. He just goes with the flow.

Transmasc Chase Headcanons :)

You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands :)

-House was the first one to figure out that he was trans. When Chase's dad called in the favor for House to hire him, he used his deadname and feminine terms. House pretty much realized Chase was trans the second he saw him and didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He said something actually really nice like "Oh, remind me of your name again." so he could introduce himself the way he wanted.

-Cameron actually did not realize Chase was trans the first time they fucked because she was high out of her mind. But they discussed it when they continued their relationship and she was also really cool about it. She'd probably want to help out with his T shots and stuff even though he could do it perfectly fine by himself.

-He hesitated to tell Foreman because he felt like Foreman was the first person to ever see him as "one of the guys", and he admired Foreman and was afraid that he would stop seeing him that way if he ever came out, but he probably came out eventually and Foreman was also cool.

-Thirteen clocked his ass immediately. She probably asked him his pronouns and he got very flustered.

-A few little kids he's had on clinic duty have asked him if he was a boy or a girl (because of the long hair) and it always gives him dysphoria. It stopped after his cut his hair which made him happy even though he actually really liked his long hair.

-He mostly liked being described as "pretty" or as a "pretty boy", but a small part of him didn't like the term "pretty", and wished he could either be considered more classically handsome, or just be considered more masc in general. But he was mostly really attached to being pretty and that's why he only cut his hair and grew out his beard after a life shattering event.

-In a similar vain, House gave Chase hella gender envy. He saw him as a father figure and wanted to "grow up" (not really cause he's an adult but you get the point) and be like him, or at least look like him. And he achieved his goal! Yay!

-Rowan Chase was definitely super transphobic. That's probably why he cut Chase out of his will and didn't even tell him that he was dying. If Chase wasn't his daughter, Chase wasn't his child at all.

-He actually went to wherever you go to become a nun, not seminary school. The seminary school thing was a lie, but he got kicked out for the same reason (having sex). Growing up Catholic definitely affected the way he saw himself and his gender.

That's it for now. I'll probably have more at some point :).

Remus being the most werewolf unwerewolf to ever werewolf is actually giving me life right now.

He loves any sort of meat, but he can't do bones in it, or it'll have to be mince meat. Just general picky eater stuff.

He loves to bite/chew whether it is a teether or his lovers skin, but as soon as he's drawing blood, he's vomiting.

Werewolves known for being aggressive, but Remus cried the first few times he yelled at someone.

Known for running hot, but it will be 30 degrees celsius outside, and he'll be in long pants and a jumper that swallows him whole and says he's cold.

Known for being cold and distant, but Remus is a chronic clinger and hates being alone. He's also one of the kindest people any of them had met. He used to be the stereotype because his parents had scared rules for him to follow into him.

Can't think of anything else right now

Moonwater Micro Fic, NSFW, 892 Word Count,

Pt. 1 found here

Important Tags: Lingerie, d/s dynamics, implied subspace

A/N: This ran away from me a little bit… it’s longer than intended. It will eventually get cross posted onto AO3.

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Regulus considers himself a patient person… well, on the outside, at least.

Now though, as he sits on the end of Remus’ gaudy gryffindor bed while the other gets changed in the bathroom, he finds himself bouncing his leg and chewing on his lip. Not in nervousness, no, rather… anticipation.

He’s had this idea for a while; wrapping his lover in delicate fabrics and watching him squirm. Regulus could not even begin to describe the pulsing, throbbing heat he felt coiling in his core at just the image of pretty lace caging Remus’ cock.

“Reg?…” he looks up, Remus sneaking up on him while he was lost in his own desire, “I feel a bit ridiculous, admittedly.”

Regulus lets a soft smile overtake his features, reaching forward and pulling Remus in by the hip, “I think you look amazing, sweet boy.”

Remus is splotchy with a pretty red flush from his face down to his chest. His fingers pull nervously at a bit of lace falling across his thigh, “I— I really like it. Thank you, sir.”

“Yeah?” Regulus questions, breathless, as the pad of his thumb brushing across a covered nipple, “I do too, the light blue really suits you.”

His eyes trail down the rest of Remus’ form, taking in the way the elastic cuts into the softer parts of his body. He runs a finger just above the waistband of the panties, Remus’ prick twitching against his stomach from where it peeks out.

“I’m going to keep you standing, love,” Regulus looks up at him, their eyes meeting as he speaks. It’s not a question, Remus will stay standing until Regulus tells him otherwise, or else he’ll find himself sorely disappointed.

“Alright,” Remus lets out a stuttering breath, the first sign that he’s starting to slip beneath that soft, comforting surface he loves so much.

Regulus finds his eyes trailing back down, running the tip of his finger through the precum gathering in Remus’ slit. “Look at you, Rem… you’re so good for me.”

Regulus finds himself becoming a bit breathless with the fulfillment of such a long standing fantasy. He can’t help himself as he pulls down the front of Remus’ panties just enough to lightly grip his prick.

He makes sure his hold is feather light, not wanting to give Remus quite what he’s expecting just yet, “Do you have any ideas for what I should do to you, pet?”

Remus’ eyes are focused intently on where Regulus’ fingers are wrapped around him, “Your mouth? Please?”

Regulus chuckles, “I should’ve expected that.”

He lowers himself down onto his stomach, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed as he becomes perfectly eye level with Remus’ crotch.

“Can you remind me what our word is, love?” He’s looking up at him again, this time through full, dark lashes.

“Snitch,” he clearly speaks, knowing that for just a moment he needs to be the one to reassure his partner.

“Good boy, Remus,” Regulus kitten licks right across his tip, causing the other to take in a sharp breath, “I want your hands to stay on your chest, love. Can you do that for me?”

Remus nods but aborts the movement as a small ‘Yes sir’ tumbles from his mouth, cradling his hands to his chest.

Regulus takes him halfway into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against the underside. He starts slow, bobbing his head at a consistent pace just on the edge of too slow.

“Reg—“ his hips twitch forward minutely.

He backs off, “that’s not right, Rem,” he scratches lightly across Remus’ perineum, a shiver overtaking him.

“Sorry, s-sir,” he’s breathless, the flush letting off heat that Regulus can feel from his spot below him.

Regulus hums in recognition, lowering himself to take Remus into his mouth again, starting much quicker than the time previous.

Remus whimpers but Regulus continues, taking him as far into his mouth as he can and swallowing around him. He feels rather than sees the next twitch of Remus’ hips, knowing the other’s limit is nearing.

He pulls off with a wet pop, licking his lips and stroking as he starts speaking, “You’re doing so good, just keep those hands up, okay?”

Remus nods, eyes watering and knuckles clenched impossibly tight where they’re cradled in front of his flushed chest, “Can I cum please?”

“Of course you can, sweet boy,” Regulus takes him down again, swirling and swallowing around him until he feels the muscles spasm in Remus’ legs.

He feels it as soon as cum covers the back of his throat, pulling himself back just enough to open his mouth and let the last bit collect on his tongue. He pushes himself up off his stomach and grabs Remus’ face, pushing his tongue into his mouth and messily transferring the contents between them.

Remus whimpers into his mouth, but swallows down what he can.

Regulus hums in satisfaction, eyes glinting as he notices the fists still resting on his chest, “Merlin Remus, you listen so well. You’re so perfect.”

Remus lets his head fall onto Regulus’ shoulder, “Can I put ‘em down now?”

“Yeah,” He’s slightly breathy in his reply, watching as his lover encloses his arms around his waist “I love you…”

“Love you too, Reg.” Remus mumbles into his shoulder, tightening his grip around his waist, “so much.”