We All Know The Trope Of Remus Being Everyones Gay Awakening, So I Propose The Following:

aparently in the latest fantastic 4 comics johnny storm has been in a relationship with an alien, and that would be pretty standard affair for marvel heroes, right.

except someone at marvel with fucking balls of steel and the biggest brain in the known universe made the alien look... actually alien

this is the greatest thing ive seen in my life, is almost enough to make me want to read the comic

Neil Perry hc, where his favorite movie as a kid was Bambi (it came out in 1942 so he would've been able to watch it)

Never beating the "Neil Perry as a deer" allegations, btw

Just mpreg Remus, where instead of a human 9-month pregnancy, it's the length of a wolf, which is roughly 2 months, or a werewolf, which is around 3 months. No matter how you look at it, everyone is going to be collectively losing their shit. Just picture the chaos.

Just watch Captain America Brave New World, and here are my thoughts throughout the movie

Spoilers from here on out

The trio friendship is actually the most wholesome thing ever, like my heart couldn't handle the cuteness. Like Isaiah getting hyped up.

Isaiah wearing the suit he got married in, like almost cried when he was asking the officer not to reck his suit.

I can't believe they got an 85 year old man to do exercise on camera

Dude Ross saying that if anyone was to get the animantiom (probs butchered that) it would be them feels like the most American line ever.

Bro, it took me a second to process that the don't die jokes were probably actually Sam's trauma.

Also, like Sam's trauma of losing Riley and then almost losing Joaquin, def wasn't addressed enough in this

The way I silentlyish screamed when Bucky made a cameo like yessssssssssss

I know Bucky probably said, "I'll have your back." But it legit sounded like, "I love you, man." Like winterfalcon, who????????

Honestly, I really liked the idea of bringing the celestial into it like it was something that happened ages ago but never ended up getting addressed until now, and I liked how they did it.

And the foreshadowing in the end credit scene that could mean so many different things.

Do you have any weasley twins hcs to share asking for a friend

All I can think of at the moment was the elaborate plot that I had come up with ages ago.

After Fred dies, George closes the Joke shop because as much as he loved it, it was more of Fred's passion, and he knows Fred would want him to do something that he was passionate about. When Fred was alive, that was George's passion. It didn't matter what he was doing as long as he had Fred.

George goes off the grid and travels the world. He always wanted to travel. The off the grid part kind of just happened since after Fred's death, his family had honestly become suffocating. They had become overbearing.

Anyway, he's on the border of some counties, and it's snowing, where he meets a pair of identical twins (shocker) John and Robert who goes by Bobby. They sort of adopt him, and they run from the government together because Bobby's a werewolf and John's a vampire.

It brought up a lot of pain for George, but at the same time, it left him so confused. If he hadn't been told that John was helping Bobby run from the ministry, and must obviously care for him if he would willingly do that, he would think that these two hate each other. Their bickering sounded a lot more cruel than any of the sort that Fred and him had done.

In the past 45 minutes, they had been walking not once had they touched. Hell, 10 minutes in Fred and George would have been linked by the elbow and skipping along to a badly whistled tune, something that would get them smiles and eye rolls.

Fred had always been someone who gave so much affection without being prompted, so George didn't have to ask. It wasn't uncommon to find them passed out on the couch curled into one another, especially when they started working on their business.

John and Bobby taught George independence and being able to rely on yourself, which George hates to admit, but before then, he had no grasp on what independence was or what to do with it. He always had Fred to help him.

George, in turn, taught John and Bobby the importance of connection, of actually getting along and showing support, and it not just being something from the sidelines.

(Sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted 😅)

Regulus Black Headcanons?? Or Remus Lupin headcanons:)

First off, I’d love to thank you for taking the time to send me an ask! Now, how about both?

Let’s start with Regulus, because I have less to say about him.

He’s trans. I did a longer post related to this, but it just makes sense to me.

He’s aro/ace. No more comments on this. Maybe he’s not completely aro/ace but he’s on the spectrum.

Speaking of spectrums, he’s autistic.

He excels in potions and charms, but falls short in DADA (ironically) and transfiguration (double ironic, considering his brother).

Looked up to Sirius more than anyone else.

Hated James more than anything for “stealing” his brother.

Hated Remus for getting more attention from Sirius.

Believed his parents over everything once they started getting mean with Sirius.

Really small— like, 5’2 - 5’3 and all of 100 pounds.

Did genuinely support Voldemort until just before his death.

Died hoping that Sirius would find his note and realize that he ended up like him. He wanted to make his brother proud.

He was not a good or bad person. He was deeply flawed and could be awful, but he was also a victim of his parents manipulation.

Was not abused to the extent that Sirius was, but he was mistreated and neglected.

He didn’t have any real friends and didn’t like people much, if at all.

He would’ve been either a potion maker or a part of the wizegamot if he lived.

Alrighty, that was more than I expected. On to Remus!

He is also trans.

He is biromantic and homosexual (experiences romantic attraction to people of multiple genders, but only sexual attraction to men).

He and Lyall had a very strained relationship when we was young, because Lyall blamed himself for Remus being bitten.

Has PTSD, paranoia, and very bad anxiety.

A very heavy sleeper most of the time. He also requires a lot of sleep to function and loves sleeping.

Takes a lot of naps.

Has chronic back and leg pain that worsens around the moon and his period.

Has sharper canine teeth and pointy ears, like a wolf.

Very very very socially awkward and doesn’t understand people.

Also autistic.

Excels in care of magical creatures and charms. Struggles with arithmancy and transfiguration.

Always cold.

Steals Sirius’ (or whoever you headcannon him being with) jumpers, mostly so he can do sweaterpaws and because he loves drowning in him clothes.

He’s always scared of physical contact because he’s worried he’ll hurt people.

He’s a cuddler. He acts like he isn’t (see previous headcannon), but he loves being held and loved.

He prefers being the little spoon, but he’ll be the big spoon if his partner wants.

He’s pretty average height— about 5’10– but very skinny and light, about 115 pounds.

Surprisingly sensitive. He acts very aloof and calm, but he takes things very hard internally.

Not an angry person. Most of his “negative” emotions just translate to sadness and self blame.

Quite insecure, but not debilitatingly so. He just perpetually underestimates himself and doesn’t like himself all that much.

Was a virgin until Sirius (or whoever you headcannon him with).

Is pretty afraid of people. He worries that they’ll figure out his secrets.

Very kind and patient, but can be short-tempered around the full moon.

Not a natural straight-O student. He studies very hard to get good grades. He needs to make sure he uses the opportunity for schooling he was given!

Is very evasive and self-blaming whenever he gets angry, mostly out of guilt.

Crooked teeth.

Super close with Hope. She was his only friend until Hogwarts.

If he wasn’t an only child, he’d be the youngest sibling, just on account of vibes.

He really likes being independent and truly hates having to fully depend on anyone, especially when he has to.

Has freckles on his face and shoulders and knees (which are very knobbly btw).

I hope that these live up to your expectations and that you enjoyed them! I’m not a very big Regulus fan if that wasn’t obvious, but I do find him very very very fascinating. Thanks again for the ask!

That feeling when your ceiling has collapsed and your dad is eating steak that has rubble in it and you ask if he's done anything to cause this and then he tells you some batshit insane stuff about cows and the roof and the door not being big and OH MY FUCKING GOD DID HE BUILD A CRANE???? and btw your uncle is there too chilling (bleeding out) (he was not meant to operate heavy machinery) (at least we now know why)

Welcome everyone,

You can call me Liv or Mae I don't mind.

Australian.

I'm a Lesbian.

Love all sorts of music

Up and willing to talk about anything.

Chronic multishipper

Just doing my own thing

Currently shoulders deep in the Marauders fandom I am Remus and Barty trash

Fandoms I'm in (Will be updated)...

Harry Potter/ Fantastic Beasts

House Md

Marvel

Doctor Who

Dead poets society

Criminal minds

Hazbin hotel

Top gear

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.”