"I wish ao3 would let me-"
It probably does, you just gotta learn how to do it.
"I wanna see fics for only my opt"
Go to either fandom tag or your ships tag, (if you're doing fandom tag you have to add your ship in the 'relationship' section),go to fliters (mobile) or the right hand side (desktop), go to the 'search within results' area and put in otp:true just like that click 'sort and filter' And it'll pull up all fics with just your otp.
(EDIT: if you wanna do this but still have other parings try otp:false instead of otp:true)
"I wanna sort by _____ not 'Date updated'"
Go to 'filters' or right, theirs a drop down and you can change it to 'author' 'title' 'date posted' ect their are more options. Pick one, click 'sort and filter'
"I don't wanna see /reader"
Filter or Right, go to 'search within results' type in -/reader like that, click 'sort and filter'. No more /reader
"I don't want explicit works"
You know where we're going Right or filter. 'Exclude' section. 'Ratings' click the box that says 'explicit'
Obviously if people don't tag shit correctly it's not gonna work but yeah you just gotta learn how the tagging works. For better tutorials go to TikTok and search 'ao3 tutorials' you can do just about everything.
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“I guess I’m just... trying to make sense of it.”
James lifted his head, no longer lounging quite so dramatically where he was splayed out on the floor of Regulus’ bedroom; and found the younger boy watching him, turned sideways in his desk chair while he pressed his mouth against the arm he had draped across the back.
“Is there all that much to make sense of?” James asked, conjuring a wry grin as he held his eyes. “It feels pretty simple to me.”
“You didn’t watch yourself chase Lily Evans for five years, only to find you suddenly losing interest in her right as she seemed to notice you back. And I’m not a mind reader, Jamie, I can’t...”
His brow furrowed, familiar irritation crossing his face, and James levered himself to his feet, before he approached the chair, and then coaxed Regulus out of it, pulling him across the room so he could perch on the edge of his ridiculous bed and get him situated in James’ lap instead.
“I liked Lily; I’ll give you that. It was a little kid kind of like, especially at the start, but I did like her. But I’m allowed to change my mind, aren’t I? And I already think I’m making much better choices, liking someone who’s actually interested in return for a change.”
He watched the way Regulus caught at his bottom lip with his teeth, dragging the plush swell of it into his mouth to worry at; and James nosed in against his throat, and kissed him softly while he moved both hands to pull Regulus’ hair free of its braid.
The younger boy didn’t speak again until it was all loose, and James was running his fingers through the silk-smooth fall of it greedily.
“What if you change your mind back, though?”
It was barely audible, whisper soft and half buried in James’ shoulder where he’d tilted his head obligingly to welcome the neck kisses; and James pulled back so he could meet his eyes, and frown back at him.
Regulus’ expression was soft and vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be - certainly not outside his room, certainly not with anyone outside his brother and their small group of close friends - and James murmured his name softly before he lifted a hand to set against his cheek, cupping his face gently and smoothing his thumb over the high arch of it.
“That’s not going to happen. I’m mad about you in a way it’s actually hard to put into words, Regulus Black, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Regulus’ smile at that was a tiny, fleeting thing, and James smiled back at him. “But because I know that’s not enough for you, a hypothetical; if it ever did happen, and I felt like I was falling out of love with you, or in love with someone else, we’d talk about it. I’d tell you, okay? I’d never just drop you and move on, love, and you know I wouldn’t.”
Regulus shut his eyes, and turned his face to hide more effectively in James’ palm; but he nodded, and James tapped his thumb gently against the point of his nose before he slipped his fingers back into his hair instead, and pressed in to kiss along the sharp, elegant line of his jaw.
So much of Regulus was sharp edges. Between the angled, bird-bone fragile beauty of him and the spiky façade he put up around other people, his tongue and sense of humour keen like the edge of a knife, proximity to him always seemed to threaten to make you bleed.
It was how James had thought of him a year ago, when he was just Sirius’ solemn little brother. It was how he thought of himself, James had come to realise; like a cactus, with too many thorns for the flowers to be worth it.
These days James knew better; and he kissed up his lovely sharp jaw, over his high cheekbones, down the bridge of his straight, daintily-pointed nose, until he could finally press a kiss to the soft, sweet fullness of his mouth.
Regulus melted against him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, sighing sweetly into his mouth as James kissed him; and James knew, with all the certainty in the world, that all those sharp edges were a shell around a terribly soft interior.
If Regulus was sharp, he was sharp in the way a glass sculpture might be, once it had been dropped a couple of times.
His edges were shattered, sheared down to points from how often he’d been treated without the care he deserved. But he was both delicate and fire-forged at the same time, and- and-
And that was where the metaphor always fell apart, James supposed, because glass sculptures were rarely full of marshmallow fluff the way his Reg was; but the point stood.
Regulus had been fooled into thinking he was hard to love, over and over and over again. He’d been made to believe than the effort it took to love him was never worth the reward. That he was a bramble patch without fruit behind his thorns.
These days, James knew that loving Regulus was effortless once you actually bothered to try; and he kissed him, and ran blunt nails over his scalp at the base of his skull so he’d purr, and slipped his other hand under the back of his tshirt so he’d bite him, gently, in a reprimand he didn’t mean, and felt struck a little silly with just how easy it was.
Loving Lily had been easy to start, too, but most things were when you were eleven. At eighteen, very little felt this natural from the start; and he would clutch the feeling in both hands for as long as he was able.
“You can trust me, Regulus. I promise you can trust me. There’s no changing my mind about you, okay?”
He murmured the words against Regulus’ lips, and punctuated them with another kiss, and a firm caress of his thumb down the bumps of his spine at the small of his back.
Regulus looked back at him, grey eyes flicking between James’ like he was searching for something; before he smiled, and relaxed in his arms, and combed fingers back through the thick mess of James’ hair.
“I’m going to hold you to that promise, James Potter,” he assured him; and James grinned, and kissed him again.
(for @stonedregulus)
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Hello I've been sending you a few asks recently so I've decided to be 🎄 anon 🙂
Anyway I was thinking about how Matty would be when teacher is pregnant. Obviously she works full time so he probably can't keep an eye on her as much as he'd like to, and I bet in those early months she comes home from work absolutely exhausted and just wants to lie on the sofa all the time 😴😴
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hi!!! thank you so much for sending asks, 🎄 is yours now!! :))))
as soon as matty finds out you're pregnant, he is treating you like you're made of glass. if you want absolutely anything, he's getting it for you.
"matty. I can get my own cup of tea!! the baby is only the size of a pea right now, I am still allowed to do things, " you say as matty takes the kettle out of your hand and ushers you back to the sofa.
"Ah ah ah. they might be the size of a pea, but they're our pea, and you need to relax and keep them safe. just sit and let me take care of you both sweetheart, it's my job as dad anyway"
I think that you get pretty bad morning sickness the first trimester, and matty fucking hates it. he always sits with you, rubs your back and holds your hair. he makes you herbal tea to try and settle your stomach but nothing works. its just something that happens, but he can't help but feel so awful for you, and kind of guilty it's his baby causing all the sickness.
I imagine he talks to the bump about it after one particularly bad morning, "Hey, little pea, can you please stop making your mum so sick? she's just trying to keep you growing, and it's very difficult when she can't keep anything down. " You laugh at him and stroke his hair.
"matty I don't think they get to choose if I'm sick or not" you giggle as he rests his head next to your bump and continues to try and convince your baby to stop making you sick.
if you have a craving, he's getting it. the first few months all you wanted was crackers, they were all you could stomach so you just ate them endlessly. within a week of you telling matty, he had organised a massive shipment to be delivered to the house, "so you can always have something to eat my love"
you're definitely right with being exhausted in those first few months too, working with kids all day is already tiring - let alone when you're growing a baby at the same time.
I can see you getting home and immediately passing out on the sofa, just fucking knackered 24/7. matty catches on soon enough and starts setting up blankets and pillows for you. basically creating a cocoon for you to rest in.
the fact that he can't follow you around all the time and make sure you're okay is killing him, so he'll do whatever he can.
so if he can't wrap you in cotton wool for 9 months, he'll just wrap you in blankets when you need a nap instead.
he sleeps with you when you ask, spooning you and holding your bump. even when there isn't really a bump yet.
"matty, why are you holding my stomach?" You groggily ask as he lies behind you.
"I wanna hold them!" he defends, rubbing his hands over your non-existent bump.
"There's nothing there yet. They are barely a baby at this point," you say with a smile on your face. his love for this baby was the only thing getting you through these early months, obviously you were over the moon to be pregnant but fucking hell it was hard.
"they're still in there. They've got to get to know their dad early"
Annie also joins you for a nap sometimes. She is normally full of energy after school, but every once in a while, she comes home with heavy eyes and is clearly exhausted.
Annie sees you lie down and comes up to the sofa, gently patting your shoulder to get your attention.
you open your eyes and softly smile at her, "You okay, sweet girl?" You say with a yawn, Annie rubs at her eyes with closed fists and nods slowly.
"Can I cuddle with you y/n? I don't have a baby in my tummy, but I'm really sleepy too, " Annie says shyly, fiddling with the corner of the blanket matty had draped over you.
you pull back the blanket and shuffle back on the sofa, patting the spot in front of you and saying, "Of course angel, jump up and cuddle with me. it would make me feel so much better"
Annie grins and slides into the spot you created for her, and you wrap her up in your arms, tossing the blanket over the two of you.
quickly, you both fall asleep. Soft snores from Annie caught mattys attention as he came in from the kitchen.
walking in and seeing you and annie curled up together, and knowing you were also pregnant was something he would never forget. this was his dream for so many years, and it's finally real and happening. the years of delusions had paid off. his little family was growing, and saying he was giddy was an understatement.
his daughter was always the most important thing in his life, and now he has 3 people that he would die for.
he never thought he'd get a chance at this again. he thought that once he decided to be a dad, that was it for him. no more grand romances, no more falling in love. it was just him and annie, and he was okay with that.
but when he met you, it all changed. he used to dream of you just talking to him, giving him any sort of attention. he could have never imagined that one day you would be dating him, pregnant with his child and be completely in love with his daughter.
he takes a photo of you and sets it as his background, and it stays that way until 9 months later. it finally changed when he snaps the first picture of the 3 of you in the hospital bed, with Annie's new baby brother in her arms and you watching over them with a soft smile on your face.
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