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Fur (Remus LupinXReader)
Thanks to Snape still making Remus the wolfsbane potion he was able to transform in Grimmauld Place locked in the room you both shared. This night he forgot it was the full moon thinking it was tomorrow but thankfully had still taken the potion so he'd keep his mind. You were with Sirius, Molly, Arthur, the twins, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry downstairs when you all heard Remus scream as he transformed.
"Wasnt he in the shower?" Sirius asked.
"This is gonna be good" You nodded as a howl sounded next.
"How is that good?!" Arthur hissed a bit scared.
"Just wait" Sirius replied. A few moments later you all heard the sound of claws scraping against the wooden floor before Remus stalked into the room dripping wet but in control.
"Dont you dare Remus John Lupin!" You warned. Sirius was about to hold up his newspaper to cover his face but it was to late. Remus shook his body sending water everywhere.
"Bad Remus! Oh my Godric" You started before you and Sirius broke down laughing. Remus just
Sex talk in class (Young!Remus LupinXReader)You sat beside Remus in your transfiguration class both in your 6th year at Hogwarts. Remus being bored and knowing about what McGonagall was teaching at that moment started running his hand teasingly along your thigh hiding a smirk. You short him a death glare and tried to focus but couldn't with him continuing. After 10 minutes you were fidgeting in your seat as Remus had randomly shoved his hand down your pants before turning his attention back to McGonagall.
"Remus. Get. Your. Hand. Out of my pants!" You hissed so only he could hear.
"Hmm nope" Remus smirked tapping his quill against his chin.
"Now!" You said which caught McGonagalls attention.
"Miss Potter, Mister Lupin what is so important that you have to talk during my class?" She demanded. You went silent and Remus mentally smirked widely before putting his quill down.
"You don't wanna know so I'm just gonna say Quidditch" He replied still not taking his hand out of your pants.
"No go ahead do share" McGonagall smirked thinkin
18 | Modern!Levi x Reader |
18, crazy, pulled up in your daddy's car.
Your right hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white from the tight hold. Your fingers shook from excitement while your eyes were locked onto the road, a grin plastered on your face. If your smile was any wider, your skin would probably crack. Your left hand was rested onto the side window, holding a cigarette. You knew that smoking was far from good from you. You knew all too well. But why did you start? Maybe because it made you feel alive? Free? Maybe. It wasn't just smoking that made you feel free, but the fact that this wasn't even your car. You had to plead and beg your father to drive it every single time you wanted to go out. But maybe, just maybe, this would be the last time you drove his car- and started driving Levi's.
When you got back to the Bunker after a successful Vamp hunt you were looking forward to a good sleep and good food. But when you got in you saw smoke coming from the kitchen. Quickly you ran over and ran into the kitchen only to see Gabriel standing there covered in cake and frosting.
"Gabriel?! What the hell?!" You demanded running in before turning on the fan to get rid of the smoke.
"Uggh......surprise?" Gabriel laughed nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"What?" You asked after the smoke cleared.
"Well I tried to make a cake since your always saying I use my power to much and it well......blew up" Gabriel explained looking to the oven.
"Gabriel sweetie as nice as that is never go never the oven again and please fix it before Sam and his royal highness gets back or they'll both throw bitch fits" You patted his shoulder looking at the remains of the cake he tried to make.
"Darling for once I won't argue with you" Gabriel nodded snapping his fingers making the kitchen go back to
Thunder Buddies (SteveXReader) OneShot(F/N) (L/N) hated thunder. You could even say she despised it. In her world nothing was worse than the noise. All the crashing and booms, as she put it. It irritated her to Oblivion and back. And today was one of those days were it was raining, lightning as striking everywhere, and worse of all there was lots and lots of thunder.
And because of this (F/N) refused to go outside. Most of the day had passed by with her watching movies in her bed, and stuffing her face with cake. Steve had gone out to the store to pick up some more milk leaving (F/N) at home with no supervision. This is never a good idea…
“Fuck you thunder! You can suck my dick!” this was the first thing Steve had heard when he walked inside his small apartment. ‘Not again’ he thought. After putting his groceries away he walked into the small bedroom the two shared. Then he was met with a puzzling sight.
(F/N) was hidden under a pile of pillows and blankets on top of their bed, cursing Thor fo
The Trouble with Tybalt “What light through yonder window breaks?
It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.”
“Beautiful,” whispered Splirda from the front row, dabbing a tissue to her eye with one of her many facial gnathopods. “He may be young, but I doubt there’s been such a moving performance since Lemon Nimrod originally took to the stage a thousand years ago.”
Splurg leaned forward, peering through his thick omnifocals. “I don’t get it,” he grumped. “Who’s that guy? What’s going on? Why is that battleturret made of plywood?”
Splirda sighed, exasperated. “That’s Romulo. He’s in deeply in love with Juliet, but they can’t be together because a Montagen and she’s a Capulet: Montag II is stuck in a bitter war with planet Capule, much to the consternation of the U
Where Seagulls Dare “There’s no escape, you know.”
Thomas put his head on one side, slapping the water out of his ear. “Sorry?”
“There’s no escape...from the island.” The heavily bearded man gave him a stare. “The same rocks that sank your vessel have defeated my every attempt at floating a raft.”
“Oh.” Thomas wasn’t sure exactly what one was supposed to say in this situation. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“There’s food enough to get by here, if you don’t mind bitter roots, insects, sour berries. That’s almost the cruellest thing.” Beneath his stitched-leaf hat, his eyes gazed out to sea. “Compared with the open ocean, this place offers a fair chance of survival. But can it really be called living? Trapped here...on the island?”
Date? (Young!Sirius BlackXReader)The day started out normal for you. Wake up, go to breakfast with Xeno, go to class, do whatever in your free time, go back to class, go to dinner, do homework, go to bed. Until today. You were walking to charms with Xeno as normal with Sirius Black the school manwhore and one of the Marauders stopped you.
"Hi" He grinned flirtily.
"Umm hi?" You replied glancing at Xeno who was looking at a butterfly that landed on his hand.
"Your (Y/n) right?" Sirius asked leaning against a statue.
"Yeah" You nodded.
"Well (Y/n) I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of coming to Hogsmead with me this weekend?" Sirius proposed still grinning.
"I'd love to but I'd rather not be one of your hook ups" You shook your head.
"Come on one date!" Sirius whined.
"No.....besides I have a date" You lied.
"Who? Loony Lovegood?" Sirius pointed to Xeno who was still intrigued by the butterfly.
"His name is Xeno and no it's not with him" You replied.
"Who then?" Sirius asked curiously.
"......Regulus asked me" You
BeastlyThe hide was cramped and Hinchcliffe was tired. “I think I might go home,” he said to Anglesey. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to see them today.”
Anglesey glanced at him and then went back to staring through his binoculars. “Just be patient a little longer. They do usually—”
He clutched at his companion’s arm. “Look! There they are!” Anglesey passed the binoculars to Hinchcliffe, who pointed them towards the horizon.
He laughed with surprise and delight. “I see them! I see them!” Ever closer and closer they galloped—the most enormous herd of adverbs Hinchcliffe had ever seen.
He handed the binoculars back to Anglesey. They weren’t necessary any more—it was already starting to be possible to identify the individual words by eye. A happily and playfully were frolicking together; a grumpily was attempting to bite a member of the herd that had got too close; a ubiquitously was— w
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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