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thinking of simon gaining some weight when he gets back home from a long mission. he's like a big bear, warm and comfortable when he traps you in his arms. you're obsessed with his stomach chub, his abs now giving away to soft fat, filling out his shirts more.

your hand keeps ending up under his shirts, resting on his tummy, your fingers occasionally caressing his skin. simon huffs, slightly tickled by your soft touch along his belly. the corner of his lip curves as you sneak your hand into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pushing past his blond happy trail to his pelvis.

your fingers graze the tip of his flaccid dick, a twitch in simon's thigh the only acknowledgment of your sudden touch. "oops-" you jump, pulling back and laying your palm back on his stomach.

"watch it," he rolls his eyes, shifting his hips to adjust himself. he can see your lips curled to hold back a smirk from the corner of his eye, refusing to turn to you and acknowledge it. he knows it wasn't an accident anyways, you minx.

I'd like to request badideabigmistake.odf for WIP Wednesday please

Hello and thank you so much! Between all the prompts for this, I've managed to write a page <3 Here is the last bit:

He would brush his Force signature gently against Anakin’s; he would whisper senseless platitudes out loud; and, soon enough, Anakin would drift off again, lulled into peaceful dreams. The habit remained for years – maintained, on and off, through Anakin’s shoddy first attempts at shielding, his knighting, and the severance of their bond.

The separation never truly took – until the fires of Mustafar burned every bridge between them, and the Force fell silent.

*

It is much later now, just over a decade since they'd seen each other last. Anakin – no. Darth Vader has a nightmare; and, like a fool, Obi-Wan wakes up and reaches.

I think the Jedi council should have at least considered sending obi-wan over to Dooku to be like “yes hello I am here for sith training” just to see what would happen

AU where Jango lives and somehow Jango and Dooku manage to get a hold of Obi-Wan at the same time and for once Jango is torn on who to go for first, arguably, Obi-Wan is the better target, seeing as Obi is less likely to hurt his son if he manages to win their fight and will likely drop Boba off with a more pandering adult to take care of him, but Dooku is Right There and he would very much like to murder him, but who knows if Obi-Wan’s family instincts will kick in and protect his ba’buir. But then. Dooku. Is just standing there. Vibrating at a frequency so high he’s almost able to perceive Qui-Gon in the force through that alone, 17 caffs into a binge on day 5 away with an annoying ghost son in his ear threatening that if he hurts Obi-Wan in any way whatsoever the first thing Qui-Gon is doing when he dies is punching him in the face and no he can’t hurt the baby clone either might as well just take a step back from this situation as a whole cause it’s not gonna go good, so, being the smart man Dooku is, Dooku just sorta shrugs (in the force, he’s so tense rn he couldn’t shrug if he tried) and proceeds to kidnap all three of them (confused preteen Boba is confused but relatively okay lmao) and that’s how Obi-Wan and Jango wake up locked inside a lovely set of ‘guest quarters’ in the Count’s palace with Boba and now they have to cohabitate with Dooku occasionally coming in to cry about how perfectly stupid Qui-Gon was as a small child and how he’d bitten So Many People and Qui-Gon says Obi-Wan bit even more as a kid than he did and Jango is just sitting here listening to a (tired??? Drunk???? Unsober. We’re calling that Unsober) Dooku cry about how perfectly feral his kids were and how most of their family is DEAD and it’s always falling to the dark side that does them in and Komari was ferally adorable as a wee one and Xanatos had been the bubbliest lil boy before Qui-Gon spoiled him too much and now Obi-Wan is somehow the most sunshine of their lineage while Obi-Wan looks on in horror at his childhood being spilled like this before mentioning that maybe Grandmaster should take a nap only to be picked up by said grandmaster and cried on because ‘he called me grandmaster! Fett did you hear that the sunshine baby called me Grandmaster!’ And Jango is like ‘god I wish I had a camera this could be so much blackmail’ and then finally Jango and Obi manage to escape with a still confused Boba (it’s his natural state) and make their way back to a very annoyed 212th where Jango is all ‘listen. I’ve thought about it. And I’ve decided I’m marrying Kenobi.’ And Obi is like ‘you are???? Why???’ ‘According to your ba’buir you’re the only good one’ and now Cody and Waxer and Boil are staging a ‘YOURE NOT MY DAD’ protesting fit and Obi-Wan is so confused at this turn of situation. Wtf.

close enough | harrymort

Summary:

Harry discovers he's Voldemort's Horcrux before Voldemort does. In typical Harry fashion, he decides to use this knowledge to get in Voldemort's way by randomly showing up at crucial battles with the Order and fucking shit up, because his shared dreams and visions with Voldemort tell Harry exactly where to Apparate to (wandlessly and illegally, by the way).

If Harry can distract Voldemort into attacking him instead, especially given that Voldemort can't actually hurt him on account of the Horcrux thing and that Voldemort's curses always bounce off Harry... well, isn't that perfect? Let's just say Voldemort never gets to complete his takeover of the Ministry. Harry's raising too much hell.

Of course, Harry also can't resist playing with Voldemort, because Gryffindors can’t resist playing with fire. Too bad it comes off as flirtation instead.

(This one's for all those sassy!Harry fans out there.)

->

“Oi, Mister Dark Lord, sir! I’m over here!” Potter leaps back from Voldemort’s curse on impossibly nimble feet, Puck-like, and snickers out of existence with a pop.

Voldemort is left panting, burning, seething at Potter having Apparated away from him again, at Potter treating any battle of theirs like it’s a game. Just how much of a Gryffindor can Potter be, to tease his archenemy with the possibility of his own death? And then to defy that death, time and again, with an ease and a callous disregard that Tom Riddle—who’d had to scream and bleed and cry and split his very soul to escape mortality—had never managed?

Potter has always been infuriating, but recently, it is as though Potter has developed aggravating Voldemort into an art form. Something intangible has changed in the way he regards Voldemort, something that makes Voldemort itch to Crucio that amused, knowing little smirk right off of him. The blasted imp doesn’t even do Voldemort the honour of being frightened by him, anymore.

Well, Potter has never feared him as much as he should. But now, it seems as though the brat doesn’t fear him at all. If anything, Potter seeks him out during battles instead of doing the rational thing and hiding behind Dumbledore’s magenta-coloured, star-spangled robes, or letting adult members of the Order fight Voldemort and his minions instead.

No, Potter locks gazes with him across the battlefield du jour—whether it be the Ministry atrium or Knockturn Alley or Platform 9¾—and wandlessly Apparates directly in front of Voldemort with his chin raised defiantly, his teeth bared in a half-feral, half-playful grin, and his eyes glittering with laughter, with secrets, sharp as shards. If Potter weren’t so bloody cheerful about it, Voldemort would’ve thought the boy suicidal and depressed to repeatedly seek his own destruction, but no, it clearly isn’t a death wish that Harry Potter has. It’s… something else.

Something that has Potter ducking far too close to him during a duel and mischievously plucking at the tip of Voldemort’s wand with his bare fingers—madness!—not to snatch Voldemort’s wand away, apparently, but just to get it to spit Gryffindor-themed red-and-gold sparks, while Voldemort registers with appalled horror that his wand seems more excited than aggravated by Potter’s proximity. Voldemort’s wand has a charm on it to slice the hands off anyone who dares touch it with an intention to harm Voldemort, and yet, it never does so when Potter touches it. It is as though Potter does not wish him harm at all.

Potter is just playing with him.

It is incomprehensible. Inexplicable. Sometimes, Potter Apparates behind him and tugs at Voldemort’s sleeve like an errant child trying to get an adult’s attention, only to snigger a quiet “whoops” and pop away when Voldemort whirls around to fire a hex at him. At other times, Potter glances a hand along Voldemort’s face or exposed neck in the crucial half-second it takes to duck under Voldemort’s wand arm and into Voldemort’s physical space, and when Voldemort snarls and snaps, Potter merely laughs indulgently before bounding backwards again.

Granted, this might be because Voldemort’s gods-be-damned spells keep rebounding on him even when they do come close to hitting Potter, allowing Potter to dart closer to him than any other opponent has ever managed; whatever immunity the whelp’s mother had given him with her (blood?) sacrifice is still very much in force. Perhaps Potter thinks himself invincible, untouchable.

But Voldemort will prove him wrong. Perhaps it is time Voldemort stopped seething futilely, and start playing, as well. Put Potter on the back foot instead.

TO BE CONTINUED.

We Spiderman fan's/stan's need that sweater, or better yet a hoodie.

aunt may does right by her nephew. 

I don’t fully know what’s going on but I’d support AO3’s freeland freewill motto always. AO3 was born for fandom culture. It’s NOT a freaking educational website or something that has to holds a better image to the public.

The public isn’t supposed to see AO3. At all??!!

It’s for the fandoms for god’s sake. It isn’t your troply to show off. Why can’t you just leave us alone.

Those who may not be aware, for the OTW election in progress there is one candidate who is practically out to end it all:

Tiffany G.

They are wanting to censor and make AO3 a place of control. They want to take our freedom to write and form it to what they think is the correct guideline to, "Make it more friendly."

AO3 already has a ton of filters and tags in place to aid in helping each person tailor their own AO3 experience. Something triggers them? They can filter that tag out. Wanna read G only? Can filter out the rest. Want to read E only?

Filter out the rest.

What this person is wanting to do, it'll take away the beautiful community we have. It is a platform of freedom, of writing what you desire and posting it to find others just like you. To try and put a semblance of authoritive control.. it's repulsing.

Please, please please for those who can vote, DO NOT VOTE FOR TIFFANY G. IF YOU DO AO3 WILL END AS WE KNOW IT.

Can't vote? Pay 10 dollars a year to become a member so you can vote in the future. I just did and regret not doing so earlier.

If you can't vote like me? SPREAD THE WORD. LET THERE BE AWARENESS. DON'T LET THIS PERSON TAKE AWAY THE AO3 WE LOVE. STAND UP, YELL IT OUT:

DO NOT VOTE FOR TIFFANY G.